guys I don't doubt that I WILL make it to summer because WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'm gonna get to see LOUSTAT talking again ON THAT FUCKING IPAD, DANIEL AND LESTAT, LESTAT'S MUSIC, AND PEOPLE THIRSTING AFTER ARMAND?!!?!!?? ETC ETC too much omg.
guys I'm fueled up for the next few months. never kill yourself.
Deanoning my kinkmeme fills! Thank you to @formulaonekinkmeme and the wonderful prompters, this has been so much fun and has allowed me to try some completely new things!
All explicit and archive locked, various pairings.
won’t you bring me whiskey, and run your fingers through my hair
Prompt: Turned into a girl seb + gangbang
Pairing: Everybody/Seb + sebmick
The bench they’ve mounted him on spreads his legs wide open, albeit at a relatively comfortable angle. Seb wriggles his hips, testing the flex of his arms against the restraints. By the laws of the universe if you pump a rented-pussy with enough come he’d change back eventually. They had recommended being tied down for the process.
Sized You Up Just Fine
Prompt: Seb’s tits getting fondled + praise kink
Pairing: Sewis
“Hm,” Seb says, like he’s weighing this out scientifically. He squeezes his tits, pushing his fingers into his own flesh. The fabric of his worn, loose tee stretches enticingly across the breadth of his chest. “There isn’t that much to fuck, I don’t think. I’m a size short.”
divest, attach
Prompt: Tied up Seb + aftercare
Pairing: Toto/Seb
“You usually come when you need your head cleared,” Toto said, as if they were talking over coffee. “Why would you need that now, I wonder?”
Waylaid Plans
Prompt: Babygirlify Toto
Pairing: Maurizio/Toto
“You thought I’d endure a heat on the plane?” This close, Toto could hide none of his distress. His forehead was shiny with sweat. His shirt was soaked through. The thin pair of sweatpants he’d thrown on did nothing to hide his erection, or the slick that dripped down the inside of his thighs.
I'm absolutely convinced that there's some weird element of almost... benevolent sexism about the idea that Sarah would be this wonderful kind Elder. Because, you know, she's female, and Arthur Maxson is a horrible man. That's literally the only reason I can think of that people keep repeating this dumb theory.
Boy, you ain't wrong and I totally agree with you.
Like listen kids, the Lyons/FO3 Brotherhood did come off as a lot more altruistic and heroic than the Maxson Brotherhood... but it's not like it was an entirely different organization. They still consider themselves better than outsiders (and the Lone Wanderer isn't even allowed to join until the DLCs after, canonically, blowing themselves up in a reactor meltdown at Project Purity!) They're the ones that shoot at all ghouls, sentient or not, for "target practice." There is ZERO indication that Sarah wasn't going to carry on with her father's policies for however long she was Elder, or if she hadn't died so suddenly.
Arthur idolized her and the Lyons family, and even though the BoS party line circa FO4 is to denigrate them and praise him, he's clearly taken a lot of leaves out of their book in the way he runs things. He isn't just a massive jerk who decided to turn the BoS into jerks for no reason. Arthur is a product of the BoS, not the other way around.
is he pouting? no no absolutely not. he's not upset. he's unbothered... slides a few pastries he made onto the desk as well-
why was he pouting? because she was ignoring him? he was the one who caused all this by being a pain in the butt! jerk, dummy, stupid irish dumbledore!
another huff leaves ritsuka’s lips as she struggled to ignore him, feeling bad at seeing his expression from a quick glance but refusing to break her vow.
dammit... he makes me..... so.... so mad.
“i hope you’re super upset.” she admits childishly, unable to keep herself silent any further. “you’re always such a jerk but when i give the silent treatment or something you put your tail immediately between your legs and-- and i’m not gonna always forgive it you know! one day..... one day i might actually hate you for real!”
wiping the small amount of tears that trickled down her face she looked away again, roughly rubbing them away with her fist as a third huff followed.
