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prismatic-bell · 1 year

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Okay so I never actually want to see Disney or Tim Burton touch this with a thirty-foot pole because they’d fucking ruin it, but. May I present to you The Nightmare Before Christmas 2 that lives in my head rent-free:

Jack Strikes Back.

It’s another ordinary year in Halloweentown when there’s a knock at Jack’s door. He opens it and there’s an extremely burly dude in a loincloth, a fairy, and a walking pot of burning oil.

They want to talk to Jack.

He has experience, they’ve heard, with a certain big red lobster man yelling about how holidays are supposed to give each other their space and not railroad over each other, and our motley band of new protagonists could use his expertise on the matter. Because it seems old Sandy Claws might be just a leeeeeeeettle bit of a hypocrite.

These three representatives have a favor to ask of Jack: help get Claus back where he fucking belongs and out of Chanukkah.

Featuring:

—a running gag where the Chanukkians go to utterly ridiculous, Rube Goldberg-like lengths to keep the pot of oil lit. It never goes out, but good lord at what cost.

—this gag finally pays off right at the very end when everybody thinks Santa’s extinguished the oil. After a moment’s horrified silence the flame appears again and everybody from Halloweentown loses their shit cheering, because it’s been thirty years and they’re STILL a little confused but they got the spirit.

—the mayor is absolutely delighted by the presence of gelt. Candy? Your holiday includes CANDY? How excellent! Forward-thinking, even! Kindred spirits!

—everybody is confused by the fairy, including the fairy. She tells people she wasn’t originally from Chanukkahtown, she was from an ad campaign. She thinks. She’s not really sure. Characters from Chanukkahtown who speak Hebrew don’t seem to notice she’s there.

—of course there’s a group of arguing rabbis. OF COURSE there is. And yes, it is of course implied that two of them are Shammai and Hillel, because they’re arguing about which way you’re supposed to light the chanukkiyah.

—Santa tries to blame Jack because after all, Jack wanted more Christmas! Santa’s just being nice! Jack is having none of this.

—Lock, Stock, and Barrel are basically in love with Judah Maccabee (the big burly dude, of course) because he enjoys catapults.

—Jack does actually try to learn about Chanukkah. The problem is, every question he asks, he gets multiple, wildly various, all correct answers. The only time everybody agrees is when he says “and when is this Chanukkah?” and Judah goes THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY OF KISLEV and Jack goes “which is…when, exactly?” And everybody just stops and stares at each other before they all go “uh….we can check. Yeah. We’ll check.”

—the fairy is horrified to find out the reason she doesn’t remember where she’s from is because the answer is “Christmastown.” She was basically a Smurfette. When Santa tries to recall her she’s like “D: nope sorry I’m defecting I’d rather have no past and make people happy even if I AM an ad campaign”

—the rabbis thank Jack at the end by giving him “a traditional Chanukkah token.” It’s a pair of socks.

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lees-chaotic-brain · 2 days

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your dog did what?!

summary: they react to your dog chewing up used feminine products (feat. gojo, shoko, ino, choso, and nanami)

wc: 1.7k

cw: crack, fluff, reader has a period, kind of gross, use of pet names (sweetheart, babe, love), reader is referred to as "my girl" and wears makeup in nanami's part, swearing, gojo just being overly dramatic

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gojo satoru

“Who’s a sweet boy? Yes, you are! You are! Oooh, what’cha got there, huh? Wanna show daddy?”

You could hear your boyfriend cooing at your dog in greeting as he stepped through the front door, and you smiled to yourself as you continued reading your book. Then:

“EEEUUUUUGGGGHHHHH WHAT THE FUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKK????”

Your boyfriend came hurtling around the corner launching all six feet three inches of himself into your lap, as he pointed accusingly in the direction he came from.

“BABY. YOUR DOG!!! HE-OH MY GOD I CAN’T EVEN SAY IT!”

He gives a full body shudder and clings to you tighter, wrapping his infinity around his foot and using it to keep your dog away from the two of you.

“BEGONE YOU FOUL BEAST!” He made exaggerated gagging sounds. “GET AWAY FROM US!!”

“SATORU!!” You shouted over his panicked screeching. “STOP YELLING.”

“But babeeeee.” He nuzzled into your neck still fending your dog off with a single socked foot. “You don’t even understand what this HORRID creature did.”

“Get off me you stupid lunk.” You push him off your lap, ignoring his indignant squawking, completely over his dramatics. “What could he have possibly done that’s that bad?”

“HE. ATE. A DIRTY TAMPON.” He flops around on the floor like a fish out of water, unable to find a better means of properly expressing his disgust. Your nose scrunches up, and you look down on him with annoyance.

“I mean, yeah it’s gross. But it’s not like he hasn’t done it before? It’s just kind of a thing that some dogs do.”

“WHY ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS???”

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, your dog leans down and licks your boyfriend's face, dangerously close to his mouth.

“AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

shoko ieri

“We’re returning the dog.”

You look up from your phone as your girlfriend enters your bedroom, shedding her lab coat. Setting your phone down next to your pillow, you stand and give her a kiss. “Hey. Watch it. That’s our child you’re talking about.”

She huffs, leaning against you as you give her a hug. “Then I assume you haven’t seen it yet.”

“Seen what?” Wordlessly, Shoko takes you by the hand and leads you to the bathroom, opening the door and revealing the state of your bathroom. “This. It looks like shark week in here.”

You choke back a laugh at her phrasing, taking in the disaster that your bathroom currently was. Just then, your nine month old puppy trotted in wagging, excited that his entire family was home. Scooping him up, you press a kiss to the top of his furry head and present him to your girlfriend.

“Just look at him Sho. Can you really look our son in the face and tell him you’re giving him away?” You give her puppy eyes over the top of his head. “Look at how sweet he is! Who’s a good boyo, you are, ahhh I just love you so much!”

She looks at you in exasperation as you coddle and coo at the little bundle of fur, trying and failing to hide the admiration in her eyes. Finally she relents.

“I suppose since you love him so much we can keep him-”

“Yay!!” You dance around the cramped hallway holding the dog up. “You hear that? You get to stay! You know why? Because she looooves us! That’s right! She-”

“But you have to clean this up.”

“Boo.”

ino takuma

Walking out of the grocery store, you accept an incoming facetime from your boyfriend, answering with a smile and a cheerful greeting. “Hey baby, what’s up-”

“My dearest darling girlfriend.” He cuts you off, speaking as soon as you answer and not pausing to listen to what you’re saying. “The love of my life. Could you possibly please explain to me why I came home and our apartment was covered in bloody fabric?”

“What?” Concerned, you stop loading your groceries into your trunk and squint at your phone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Show me.”

Obediently, he flips the camera, giving you a clear view of the red shreds scattered across the ground. You tell him to bring the camera a little closer, so he does and realization hits you over the head like a sledgehammer.

“Oh…um, so I don’t know how to tell you this…” You hesitate, knowing what you were about to tell him would most likely send Ino into hysterics. “But, uh, those are dirty pads that the dog chewed up…”

The other end of the phone is silent for a solid thirty seconds before he speaks again, surprisingly calm.

“Say sike right now.”

You wince. “I can’t…”

There’s another moment of silence, and you watch as your boyfriend goes through all the stages of grief in a matter of seconds. Then he takes a deep breath and pulls himself together with a forced smile before hanging up.

“Give me a second babe, I gotta go call Nanamin and ask for some advice.”

choso kamo

You were cuddled up with your boyfriend on the couch after a long day, soaking in the warmth and simple domesticity of the moment when he spoke over the show.

“Earlier today your dog was chewing on something bloody and had made a huge mess so I cleaned it up.” You sit up, pausing your episode. “Cho baby, what?”

He shrugs. “It appeared he had gotten into the bathroom trash can, and at first I wasn’t going to bring it up because it was no big deal, but the more I think about it the more I worry.”

He furrows his brow, his bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout. “That wasn’t all…your blood, was it?” Mistaking the confusion on your face for offense, he backtracks rapidly.

“Not that that would be a problem! I was just concerned because of the quantity of blood. I know it’s not healthy for humans to lose that much blood so I got a little scared. I want to be able to help you if you’re hurt.”

“No baby, I'm not mad.” You reassure him with a soft kiss. “I’m just confused. I don’t know why there would be blood in the trash can, or why the dog would eat it. You said it was the bathroom trash can-oh.”

Suddenly you look embarrassed, fidgeting with your fingers. “Don’t worry about it Cho. It’s no big deal. I’m sorry you had to clean it up. I’ll make sure I secure the trash can better next time.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He senses your shift in mood and he doesn’t like it. “Are you okay? Can you at least tell me where the blood came from so I don’t have to worry?”

Haltingly, with your cheeks burning, you explain how a period works to him. Despite knowing that it’s perfectly natural, you couldn’t help but feel a little shy for no reason at all.

“So yeah.” You finish. “That’s what it is. Gross isn’t it…”

Peeking up to gauge his reaction, you notice that he’s staring at you, aghast.

“That happens…every month?” He looks mildly horrified. “And it hurts you?”

“Well I mean yes, but everyone has to deal with it so it’s really no big deal-”

“And it’s happening to you right now? Why didn’t you tell me?” He looks so heartbroken, your chest hurts. “I just didn’t want to be a bother…”

“You’re not a bother! I want to take care of you! What did you say helped again?”

He leaps up from the couch, muttering as he paced back and forth before planting a quick kiss on the top of your head and running out of your apartment.

“I’ll be right back! I need to go buy some things!”

nanami kento

You’re in your bedroom putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you hear your apartment door open, letting you know that your boyfriend was there to pick you up for your date.

“Give me one second!” You call out, carefully curling your eyelashes. “I’m almost ready, just doing up my makeup!”

“Erm, darling?” You hear your boyfriend call out from the other room. He sounds a little off. “I hate to disturb you, but can you come here for a second?”

Carefully applying an even coat of mascara to your curled lashes, you get up from your vanity, despite not having finished your highlighter or lip gloss. Knowing your boyfriend he wouldn’t be bothering you unless it was important. Your bare feet pad softly against your wooden floors as you leave your bedroom and enter the main area.

“Yeah, babe? What’s going…” You trail off, noticing what your dog had been up to while you were getting ready for date night. “Oh…”

Oh indeed. From where you stood in the doorway, you had a perfect view of the carnage scattered across your floor. Your dog had gotten into your bathroom trash can, and there were shredded pads galore all over your apartment. Used shredded pads.

You feel your face heat with embarrassment as you survey the crime scene. “I-I’m so sorry. She does this from time to time but normally I remember to put the trash can out of her reach. This is so embarrassing. You can just wait outside while I finish cleaning this up-”

In your humiliated frenzy you begin banging through your cabinets, pulling down your latex gloves and a trash bag preparing to clean it. “Just go wait in the car, this will only take me a few minutes-” You’re interrupted by your boyfriend taking the latex gloves and trash bag away from you.

“Hey, love. It’s okay.” Nanami leads you back towards your room, putting on a pair of gloves. “I’ll clean this up. You just relax and take your time getting ready.”

“But Ken-” You protest, looking back over your shoulder as he guides you with a warm palm pressed against the small of your back. “It’s gross and-”

“I don’t mind.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips. “Trust me. I wouldn’t offer if I did. Don’t worry about it.”

He looks you up and down, a small smile spreading across his face. “Do whatever you need to get ready. I just want my girl looking all pretty for our date, alright?”

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muldermuse · 5 months

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Naughty List (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

Gator comes round to reader’s house on Christmas Eve to get his gift.

This is in the two sinners world.

18+ only!! Smut ahead!!! Fic includes sub!Gator, dom!f!reader, oral (f recieving), mentions of wax play and piv sex, teasing language, use of restraints, dry humping, use of underwear as a gag, mentions of spanking with belt, panty kink????, brief aftercare. Reader fucking loves being mean to Gator hahaha I love her (me).

This is the completed version of this lil ficlet. And apologies, I was going to post it on Xmas day but I was too drunk and merry to edit and write. I’m not 100% with this one but it was fun fun fun. Like all the two sinners stuff is. Thank u all for reading and engaging with the series. ❤️ u all.

Ok seeing Gator on Christmas Day is out of the question. He’s spending the day with Glenda and Roy reciting their favourite psalms and thanking the lord for a bountiful Christmas. Glenda goes all out at Christmas, it’s obviously her favourite holiday and she constantly updates her Facebook with pictures of a content looking Roy and an exhausted looking Gator. No doubt, Glenda will have made him a piece of her artwork and bought him some novelty socks. He’ll smile at her and press a kiss to her cheek but you rejoice in the knowledge that thoughts of your Christmas Eve are running through his head.

[sent at 13:30] You: got your Christmas present at my house. Door will be unlocked for when you finish at 6. I’ll be upstairs 🎁

[received at 13:42] Gator💩🐍: am i on the nice list?

[sent at 13:43] You: no. See you at 6 💋

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His Christmas present is you- OBVIOUSLY. But it’s a version of you that Gator only really gets when he begs and even then, you don’t always give it him. He asks for this when you eat his ass or when he’s had a week of getting non stop shit from his daddy or Glenda.

He wants you to turn him on that much his brain switches off.

He wants you to be in control and dominate him.

You’re wearing a red lace set with garters and pointy red heels. It’s nearly pitch black by the time Gator arrives. You’ve left one lamp lit downstairs to guide him up but, honestly, he knows the layout of your home like the back of his hand. In the bedroom, your curtains are open with the twinkling of outdoor Christmas lights provide occasional flickers that illuminate your white linen bed sheets. A cinnamon candle is glowing by the door and nearly blows out when Gator enters as dramatic as ever.

You’re sat at the end of the bed waiting for him and you smirk as you take in his expression- seemingly enthralled by your red look.

“Crawl to me, baby” your voice is low and by the way Gator drops to his knees without hesitation and a look of relief on his face- you already know how tonight is going to go.

He’s slow in his movement, keeping eye contact with you as he crawls towards your open legs and stopping a few inches from your panties. His eyes are fixed on the damp spot on your red underwear and his shuddering breaths are filling the room. You run your hands through his slicked back hair as you try not to recoil at the unnatural feeling of brushing your nails through hair gel.

“Y’wanna taste?” He looks up at you with the most love sick eyes you’ve ever seen, he nods slowly as he brushes his tongue over his bottom lip. You grip his hair in your hand as you push him into your panties, “make me cum with my panties still on baby- y’don’t deserve to taste properly just yet”. He groans as he pushes his face further into your pussy. He’s messy with it and you can feel his spit dripping down between your legs. It feels so good and the knowledge that he’s desperate to please you brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“Take my panties off and make me cum on your tongue Gator, don’t let me down” you throw your head back on the bed as you feel Gator rip your panties down your legs and throw them across the room. He’s that desperate to make you cum he’s moaning into your pussy as he eats you out and you know he’s palming himself over his cargos. Your back arches as you clamp your thighs around Gator’s head and cry out as you cum.

He’s pressing hot kisses to your thighs as your pussy clenches around nothing, you can feel your breathing begin to regulate again as you come down from your high. Your hand smoothes over his ruffled hair, “that was so good Gator. You did such a good job…good to know you can do something right”. His smile drops at your final sentence. On trembling legs you head over to your closest to get the box that Gator both wants and dreads. The box is full of sex toys, restraints (some crudely made and some from a hidden sex store in town) and things that you’ve seen at a local store and thought could be fun and sexy. Jax has contributed to the box, he bought some candles and teased you for hours by slowly dropping hot wax over your chest whilst fucking you softly. Gator was devastated when he found out and had begged you to do it to him the next day. You weren’t as gentle and he fucking loved it.

You can hear him kicking off his boots and unzipping his cargos.

“Did I tell you to get undressed?”

“No but uh- I thought…”

You softly kiss him, tasting the remnants of your cum on his plush lips. “Don’t think baby, I know how hard that can be for you. Just lie on the bed dressed how you are now- hands above your head”. Your voice is authoritative and Gator never wants to disappoint you when he’s in this headspace.

As soon as his hands are placed at your headboard, you click pink fluffy handcuffs around them and make sure that they are tight. There’s something about the sight of your local Sheriff tied to your bed with novelty pink handcuffs that you love. You’ve taken a picture before and when you really want to fuck with Gator you’ll send it to him when you know he’s working with his daddy. You look at Gator, a silent check in to make sure he’s okay and he replies with a quick nod. He looks fucked out already, his lower face is red from the lace rubbing against it and his usually perfectly placed hair is disheveled. He looks desperate and that’s exactly how he wants it. You retrieve your panties from the floor and sit over Gators clothed cock.

“D’you really think you’re on the nice list this year baby? Can you tell me anything nice you’ve done for me?”

You slowly start to grind against his hard cock. When you look down, you can see a wet spot of his pre cum soaking through his cargos. You can feel him thrust up to try and get some friction to his achingly hard cock. You quickly rise so he gets nothing.

You grip his cheeks so his lips purse out “this isn’t good boy behaviour, Gator”. You inch closer to his face, “if you move again without my permission, you can fucking crawl home to her and fuck your fist to thoughts of me like some pathetic fucking loser”.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I’m f- I’m so sorry” he can’t think straight. His hands are in tight fists at the top of the bed and the sound of his breath filling the room. In and out. In and out. Probably trying to slow his breathing so he doesn’t cum when you start to grind down on him again.

The red underwear is quickly pushed towards his face. “Can you smell my cum baby? You were so good at doing that. Y’want another taste?” He nods as the balled up fabric is shoved into his mouth. You watch in awe as his eyes roll back whilst the makeshift gag stifles his moan. Rotating your hips slowly, you start to rock against his hard cock.

“Y’know when Jenson was round here a few nights ago. He left his belt, he was desperate to get his pants off as soon as he came in the door”. The fabric of Gator’s cargo is beginning to feel damp, you know it’s a mix of his pre cum and your arousal covering his work pants. It feels so good for you so you can imagine Gator’s getting close to cumming. His eyes are locked onto your body, watching your hips steadily swirl against him. “I was thinking I could use his belt on you, maybe could’ve bent you over the bed and used it to spank you”. His eyes screw shut and you can’t help the laugh that slips out. His body is stiff with tension underneath yours.

“Gator,” you chide, voice high and mocking “are you gonna cum thinking about me using some guys belt on you? Thinkin’ about me punishing you?”. He thrusts up and rather than backing off him you press your pussy harder against him. Rocking your hips back and forth on his cock and hearing him whimper through the lace underwear in his mouth. You lower your lips to his ear as you order him in a whisper to “cum in your pants before I send you back to your girlfriend and daddy”. He thrusts one final time against you and moans loudly as his eyes screw shut. His hands are in tight fists as he pulls off from the headboard and breaks the handcuffs into two pieces. With his now free hand, he pulls your underwear out of his mouth with staggered breath.

He’s cum in his pants; the already dark fabric now a darker colour around his crotch. His hands are covering his eyes with the broken restraints around his wrists like pink fluffy bracelets. You hear him curse under his breath as his breathing starts to normalise. He’s usually a bit vulnerable when you take control so you’re more affectionate than usual. Normally, after he cums you’re both in a hurry to leave, not wanting to stay in each others vicinity to enjoy the post orgasm bliss. It has to be different when it’s like this and you both silently know it. He sits up on the bed and you get in his lap again, slicking his hair back down and helping him get out of the now broken handcuffs. You press a soft kiss to his forehead and he grips your hip as a wordless thank you.

Before he leaves, you hand him your panties with the smell of his spit and your orgasm still on the fabric. He smirks as he tucks them into his back pocket.

On Christmas evening, he sends you a picture of his hard clock with your panties wrapped round it. It immediately turns you on as you can picture the scene. Glenda and Roy will be asleep in their rooms as Gator is fisting his cock with your underwear. His lip will be red from biting with him trying to keep his moans from slipping out. He’ll be thinking of you and it makes you feel fucking great.

[received at 23:49] Gator��💩: [image attached]

[received at 23:49] Gator🐍💩: best Christmas present this year

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yuta-nation · 6 months

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Punishment (Lucifer)

content: dom!lucifer, sub!reader, AFAB reader, no pronouns used, s3x toys, underwear as a gag. i think that's it, lmk if i missed anything.

wc: 2.4k

a/n: repost from my old acct. enjoy (again)!

You turned your head in the direction of your bedroom door upon hearing a knock on the other side. You opened your mouth to invite whoever it was in, but the knob was turning, and the door was opening before you got a word out. Mammon stuck his head into your room, eyes panicked behind his sunglasses.

“Room inspections in five minutes, hide whatever needs hidin’ quick!” he warned you in a whisper louder than his speaking voice before closing the door behind him. You heard his footsteps retreating quickly as he made his way toward his room to take his own advice.

You shot up out of your chair, knocking it over in your haste. You didn’t have anything that needed “hidin’”, but your room was…less than tidy. Clothes were strewn over the floor, books stacked in unsteady piles on your desk and nightstand, empty water bottles scattered throughout the room, and your bed hadn’t been made for a week. You mumbled a string of curses as you rushed to make your room presentable, gathering all the clothes into your hamper, returning the books to your shelf, and tossing the bottles in the recycling bin. You heard another knock on the door just as you turned your attention to your bed.

“Shit,” you whispered, sparing your unkempt bed a nasty glare.

“Come in!” you called dejectedly, knowing you were about to get an earful. You moved to the bed in a futile attempt to hide the disarray with your body. Lucifer entered your room as you pulled your lamb plushie (a gift from Mammon) tight against your chest while you lounged on the bed, feigning nonchalance at the demon’s presence.

“Good evening,” Lucifer greeted, offering you a small, polite smile.

His eyes began scanning the room, starting at one wall and moving to the next. After a few seconds, he nodded in satisfaction at the rest of the room before shifting his focus to you and your bed. You shifted your weight in discomfort at his gaze, noticing how his eyes narrowed slightly at the mess. You sat up and repositioned yourself on your pillows, waiting for the impending lecture. As you settled back down, you saw Lucifer’s eyes widen.

“What is that?” he asked, deep voice taking a hard edge. You looked down at your plushie in confusion before answering.

“…a lamb?” you answered, voice lilting up in uncertainty.

“I am referring to the blue object at your side. What is that?” And you felt your heart drop out of your ass.

You looked down at your left side and saw your blue vibrator poking out from underneath a pillow. You stared at it in awe for several seconds before you heard the demon before you clear his throat expectantly. You swallowed hard before turning to look at him. It felt like all the blood in your body had traveled to your face, you could feel your ears and cheeks burn in embarrassment and fear. You opened your mouth then closed it again several times, unable to summon any words to your lips.

“Answer me,” Lucifer demanded, taking a step closer to the bed.

“I-it’s a-a vibrator,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. A heavy silence fell over the room, pressing down on your body, pinning you in place.

“Are you hiding anything else? if I suspect that you are lying to me, I will tear this room apart. Think carefully before you answer me.” He looked directly into your eyes as he spoke, and it felt like he was burning holes into your soul.

“…Top drawer of the dresser,” you said weakly, pulling the lamb tighter to your chest.

The demon marched over to your dresser, yanking the first drawer open. Nestled among your socks, bras, and underwear was a bullet vibe and a bottle of lube. You screwed your eyes shut in shame as he reached into the drawer to pull the items out, keeping them closed until you heard the drawer slam shut. You pried your eyes open to watch Lucifer walk slowly to the foot of your bed, gasping as he threw the confiscated items onto the mattress.

“So this is what you do at night? Instead of sleeping or studying, you spend your time pleasuring yourself. I expect this kind of debauchery from the others; they’re demons, they were born to revel in their sins; they can’t help it. But for you to engage in such behavior? I’m quite disappointed.”

“I—”

“I, do not want to hear your excuses. I have to punish you for this. You understand that, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly, not trusting your voice.

“Good,” was the only response you received before Lucifer climbed onto your bed.

“What’re you doing?!” you squeaked out as he crawled towards you and yanked the lamb from your arms, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him.

“I told you, you’re going to be punished. You’ve been playing with your pussy every night, it’s only fair that I get a turn, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened at his question, and your cunt throbbed in anticipation.

Of course, you’d fantasized about similar scenarios almost nightly, but you never entertained the idea of them becoming reality. Your heart sank for a moment, as you considered that perhaps he was just teasing you, that this was a cruel prank of his, that any second he’d laugh in your face, sneering ‘Is that what you hoped I’d say, you pitiful human? You disgust me.’ but the repudiation never came. All you saw in the demon’s red eyes was lust, and some other emotion you couldn’t identify. But you detected no repulsion or mischief in his gaze.

“Answer me, little lamb,” Luficer ordered, moving so that his body hovered over your own, arms and legs on either side of you, his weight resting on his left hand that was positioned by your head. You could feel his warm breath on your face every time he exhaled.

“Y-yes. that’s only f-fair.” He rewarded you with a smug grin, flashing you his canines in the process.

“Excellent, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he said lowly before closing the distance between your mouths.

You had spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining what kissing Lucifer would be like, but never in your dozens of fantasies was his kiss so desperate. It was like he was trying to devour you as his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring your mouth with fervor. You let out a whine as he nipped at your lower lip before diving back in to suck your tongue. He bucked his hips against yours at the sound, grinding his large bulge against your clothed cunt. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to keep him flush against you, but he quickly grabbed your legs and untangled them from him, pulling back from the kiss to look at you humorlessly.

“I thought I made myself clear that this was a punishment; don’t get so bold. I am not doing this for your pleasure,” he warned, hand threading through your hair to pull your head to the side, baring your neck to him.

“I’m doing it for mine,” he growled before biting the junction between your neck and shoulder. He didn’t apply enough force to break the skin, but it was enough to make you yelp in shock. A gloved hand clamped itself over your mouth, but the demon’s lips didn’t leave your neck. He began to suck and nip a bruise onto your skin, your eyes rolling back at the sensation. Lucifer eventually released your neck, admiring his handiwork with satisfaction; that mark was going to last a while. his hand, however, remained in place. His eyes met yours again, your heart twisting when he shook his head in disapproval.

“It seems you want my brothers to hear you, is that it?” you shook your head frantically in denial, earning you a small smile.

“Then be quiet. here, I’ll even help you,” he offered, removing his hand from your mouth to reach into his pocket. You could feel your face heat up as he pulled out a pair of your underwear. Your favorite pair, to be exact; a black lace thong with a red heart pattern. You didn’t own anything similar, preferring more comfortable cotton boxers or briefs, of course that pair stood out in your drawer. you’d bought them with the demon before you in mind.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed. if you had been standing, your legs would’ve given out at that moment. You did as you were told for once, opening your mouth wide. Lucifer smiled at your obedience as he stuffed your mouth with your own panties. You closed your mouth around them, embarrassed by how much your mouth watered. You watched as he finally reached for the blue vibe that had gotten you into this wonderful predicament. You were certain that he could hear your rapid heartbeat in the now silent room as he held the object in his hand, inspecting it with an amused gleam in his eye. The vibe was thin, around an inch at the base, and seven inches long. Lucifer shifted onto his knees, still focused on the toy. He finally returned his attention to you, amusement still clear on his face.

“Does this thing really satisfy you? It’s quite small,” he commented, measuring the heft of it with his palm. you shook your head meekly, looking down in shame at your answer.

“I figured as much. Still, I would like to see it in action.” You looked up at him in surprise. It hadn’t clicked in your head that this was real until now; that Lucifer was in your bed, planning to use your own sex toys on you, for “his pleasure” " He set the toy down by your side for a moment, hands traveling to the waistband of your sweats. He tugged them off you quickly, throwing them in the same direction of your lamb.

He took his time with your underwear, peeling them off slowly, licking his lips at the strands of slick that clung to them. Once they were off your legs, you watched as he stuffed them in his pocket. You couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his actions. He spread your legs wide, positioning his kneeling body between them. He fished around in the bed for the lube and bullet vibe he’d tossed on the bed earlier, finding them fairly quickly. You whimpered as he finally turned his attention to your cunt, spreading your lips with gloved fingers. Lucifer let out a low groan at the sight.

“So pretty,” he mumbled to himself as he burned the image of your dripping heat into his mind forever. He swiped a finger along your slit, stifling another groan.

“You’re soaked. Don’t even need the lube, do you angel?” he asked you, not expecting an answer.

He picked up the blue vibe, bringing it to your core. He rested it against your opening, withholding the pressure needed to penetrate you, and pressed the button at the base. You bit down on the fabric in your mouth at the sudden stimulation, back arching slightly off the bed. Lucifer was quick to lay his hand on your stomach, effectively pinning your body to the mattress, a devilish smirk dancing across his lips. He left the toy at your core a moment longer, letting your juices slick up the tip before sliding it up towards your clit. Your eyes rolled back when it finally made contact with your bud; the weight of his hand was the only thing keeping your upper half in contact with the bed. He let out a deep chuckle at your reaction, leaning forward so his face hovered over your own. He didn’t want to miss any of your expressions as he increased the pressure of the vibe against your clit.

“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he asked knowingly, smile widening as you nodded enthusiastically. He removed his hand from your stomach and took the bullet vibe in his now free hand; switching it on as well before retracting the blue toy and replacing it with the smaller one. Lucifer brought the larger vibe down to your core, marveling at what little pressure it took for it to slip inside your heat. You whined at the intrusion as your pussy greedily sucked the toy in deeper. The demon above you shushed you softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Gonna make you feel good, honey, so good, but only if you stay quiet. Can you do that for me, love?” His smile returned at your small nod, kissing your forehead again and whispering, “There’s my brave little human.”

He began thrusting the blue toy in and out of your core, enjoying the wet sounds your cunt made at the motions. He pressed the bullet vibe a little bit harder against your clit, smirking as he felt your thighs begin to shake. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, gripping onto Lucifer for dear life as you did your best to remain silent.

“Are you close, love?” he asked, knowing the answer before you nodded in response.

“That’s alright, honey, you can cum. Want you to make a mess for me, okay?” he told you as he turned up the speed on both toys, reveling in the way your body trembled at the stimulation.

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, ultimately snapping when the blue vibe grazed the softest part of your cunt. You clenched your jaw in an effort to remain quiet as your pussy gushed around the toy, tears pricking your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm. Lucifer maintained his actions as you rode out your high, never slowing the speed of the toy thrusting in and out of you or letting up the pressure of the bullet vibe against your clit. As you came down from your peak, you removed your hands from his shoulder, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to make him remove the toys from your overstimulated sex. He dropped the bullet vibe in order to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head.“Ah, ah, angel. This is a punishment. you’re not done until I say so.” He reminded you, a devilish smirk spreading over his handsome features.

#obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me! smut #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me! x reader #om! smut #🩵: writing #🩵: lucifer

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wonderlandsakura · 8 months

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Everlasting trio but Ellie is their daughter and Dan is their estranged adult son that they're trying to build a relationship back up with and Danny and Vlad have a weird divorced-but-still-co-parenting relationship over both children where Vlad pays maintenance and takes the kids on weekends and holidays.

That is to say, Everlasting trio move to crime alley in Gotham and set up a family restaurant with their kids that are much to old to be their kids and enough money to throw around to and give to street kids and create boarding towns and generally revitalize the area they live in like mob bosses without the need for protection money or bank robbing and it's enough to flag them, even with Sam's family money.

Also Danny is the Ghost King, so more random money.

People ask where the kids are and they say they're with their other father and everyone is weirded the fuck out and it's wonderful chaos :3

More Random Ideas below the cut

Ellie lives with them most of the time but Dan has a job at the Daily Planet and lives in metropolis.

However he's known to come by for the sole purpose of messing with Black Mask for some unknown reason (that I also don't know, maybe it's courting, maybe it's revenge) and often rolls up to the shop with him tossed over his shoulder gagged up or with a bag of his left socks or mentions having to leave soon to steal X item he just replaced and Everlasting trio don't blink an eye.

Jason is a regular and he and the goon union (cause Sam gave them the presentation and set them up with the representative) love and protect the place and it's owners (though they don't need it).

Ellie goes to Gotham U and terrorizes Dami and Jon and also confuses them with her tales of traveling and hints at her Tragic Backstory TM.

Jazz lives nearby and works at Arkham and works with her sister-in-law to try and get the higher ups to start the Rogue Rehabilitation Program where rogues like the Riddler, Poison Ivy and Harley can feed their obsessions in a healthier way that doesn't harm society.

Sam also has tea and cakes and bitching at the industrialisation time on the second Sunday of every month (or once a fortnight when something especially shitty crops up).

Tucker may or may not moonlight as the tech support guy for some of the rogues.

Danny doesn't patrol, he's retired for a reason, but he became the part-time caretaker of the Gotham Observatory, which is right next to the Gotham Cemetery which he is also the part-time caretaker for and he has a reputation as that crazy, creepy but also genuinely kind and helpful dude that runs that restaurant in Crime Alley.

Maybe he also converses with Lady Gotham from time to time and just walks into endless silent shadows and walks right back out.

Vlad visits occasionally and he and Danny tend to end up in a shouting match that often leads to a brawl which always ends with them injured and holed up in a corner booth of the restaurant with their respective drinks quietly, furtively and civilly discussing something as if the fight had never happened. (The adult Fenton-Manson-Foleys just ignore it and if you ask, say "bonding" and move on)

The Fenton Parents sometimes... visit. It's Chaos.

Danny has very publicly brawled with Killer Croc at least once and can be seen bringing down food into the sewers for Grundy every evening after the shop closes.

#dc x dp #dp × dc #this is a mishmash of ideas i like #and there's probably more that i can add #but im tired so they're not popping up as readily

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chronicpixle · 9 months

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“One hell of a birthday” Cloud Strife ~<3

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLOUD” Everyone in the bar shouted as you uncovered his eyes. He softly gasps in surprise and looks around the bar a little and frowns a bit. “Oh thanks….who planned this?” He looks at the possible suspects in front of him. Tifa chuckles and points to you, “It was actually y/n who planned all of this! We just helped decorate.” Cloud looks at you and slightly smiles. “Thanks. Now let’s get some drinks and enjoy tonight.” Cloud walks over to the bar and you follow. “So what’ll be you two?” Tifa seems to be already mixing something in that shaker of hers and she seems happy to be serving you both. “I’ll take a sweet tea, what about you cloud?” You look at the blonde who’s still thinking. “I’ll just take a Pepsi….nothing more..” Tifa sighs and gets a Pepsi out of the fridge, placing the can in front of him. “Cmon Cloud! Enjoy yourself, it’s your birthday!” You nudge cloud hoping he’ll at least have one drink. “No because I know I’m gonna have to carry you home…” He glares at you drinking his soda and eventually walks over to wedge and biggs. “Hmph I’m not even gonna get that dru-”

The next thing you know you’re being carried home on Cloud’s back, giggling at everything that you see. “Clouddddd oh my god, I’m perfectly fine!” You nearly fall on the ground when he puts you down so he can unlock the door to his apartment. “Bullshit, now come on y/n.” He picks you up once again and gently places you on the bed. He closes and locks the door, when he turns around he sees you halfway off the bed trying to crawl to him. “y/n! Cmon get back in bed.” He helps you into the bed and you try to tell him something. “It’s hooooot! Please take off my pants..” He looks at you like you just told him that your parents died or something. “I don’t think I shou-” “Pleaseeee?” Your whining makes him fumble and he slowly takes off your shoes, socks, and pants. He doesn’t know why but he can’t help but stare at your thighs, those cute ass bear panties aren’t helping either. “I-I’ll get you some water..” He tried walking away but he felt you tugging on his suit. “Please…..let me give you the best birthday present you could ever wish for…” You give him THOSE puppy dog eyes and he can’t help but sit on the bed and help you lean against the headboard. “What do you wanna give me y/n?” You place a gentle kiss on his lips but flop onto him from his drunk you are. “Let me touch you..” Cloud scoffs and shakes his head. “Y/n you’re just drunk, go to be-” You cut him off with another kiss. He groans from the feeling of your your weight against his body. “y/n….you’re suffocating me, give me some time to breathe in between the kisses!” “Aww I’m sorry~” You start unbuckling his pants and you push him against the headboard. “Relax for me, and…please don’t make it jump..” He gives you a confused look at your words but he nods and smiles giving you the ok. You pull his shaft out of his boxers and put the tip in your mouth, teasing and licking it. “F-fuck don’t…tease me like that..” You press your finger against his lips and continue sucking and teasing his slit and tip, it twitches and leaks more and more everytime you suck or kiss it. “y/n please….please I’m begging you..” You move his hand into your hair and let him push you down on his cock, gagging at the feeling of it intruding your throat. “S-sorry! Are you okay?” You nod and bob your head up and down, tears filling your eyes as the feelings of the foreign object in your throat. You have to take him out a few times to catch a breather but you continue, wanting to make sure he feels as good as possible. “I think…..I think I’m gonna cum soon….” Cloud whimpers as your throat somehow manages to make him go deeper and deeper. You nod giving him the acknowledgment so he knows it’s okay to shove you down when he finishes. And after a few seconds he does, pushes you so far down on his dick that it makes you slightly gag but your throat looses when you feel the warm substance invading your mouth. “y…..n..” He moans your name as he finishes in your mouth, shaking as you continue moving your head to get him from his high. You take him out of your mouth and a line of cum falls onto your chest. “Did I hurt you darling?” You shake your head as you swallow his seed and wipe it off of your chest, licking it off of your finger. “It’s salty…” You look at him and giggle, seeing his face all red and sweaty sparked something inside of you that you didn’t know you had. “Do you wanna go another round?” Cloud tilts his head as he asks the question hoping, PLEADING that you’ll say yes. And you do. “Sure just….please be gentle…” You hover yourself above him but you flips you onto your stomach. “My birthday, my position. Yeah?” You groan and nod “ugh fineee” You feel his tip line up with your entrance and he slowly but surely pushes himself in, making sure you’re okay and that he’s not stretching you too fast. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Am I going to fast?” All these questions are blurred out of your mind by the sound of wet skin slapping against each other. You moan into the pillow but sadly he had a plan for that. He pulls your hair and takes your face out of the pillow.

“I wanna hear those slutty little moans at full volume, you hear me?” He pounds into you harder than before and you kick your feet against the bed from how sensitive your cunt is. “C-Cloud! Please….” You moan as loud as you can as he slaps your ass and continues to hold your hair so he can move your head freely. “What? Does it feel that good? Does my cock in your tight ass pussy feel that good you little whore?” He pounds harder and harder until you’re screaming his name begging for him to let you cum and that you can’t hold it any longer. “H-hold on baby….I’m….just as close as you are, let’s cum together okay..?” You desperately nod your head as he pounds faster and harder until you cum all over his cock, he goes for a few more seconds before cumming on your back and ass. “F-fuck….c-cumming…~” When he finishes he flops on the bed next to you and snuggles closely to you, holding you in his arms. “Happy….birthday Cloudy…” You give him a quick peck on the lips before resting your nose in between his man boobs. “Thank you beautiful….goodnight..we’ll cleanup tomorrow..”

#cloud strife #final fantasy 7 #smut #cloud strife smut #aftercare #cuddling & snuggling #birthday #happy birthday

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daisynik7 · 11 months

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This is a long one, sorry babe, the socks and feet fetish just gave me such a funny idea for a gag gift for Nanami. Here where I live we have these things called "nakurnjak", it would translate to willy warmer (men wear it in winter to keep their willy's warm) 😭😭😭😭 and the idea of reader buying, even better knitting or crocheting it them self for Nanami is so funny in my head (she could make several to match with his ties!). I did bit of research and to my surprise this fits Nanami's Danish roots BECAUSE they had a tradition where a girl would present her boyfriend with a willy warmer to see how seriously he took their relationship. If the gift was rejected, this was seen as evidence that he was not yet ready for marriage. Reader may or may not be hinting something @ Kento. (References: wiki and reddit)

Pairing: boyfriend!Nanami x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, suggestive dialogue, fluff

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thank you for the request, this was a fun one! I hope you like it and get a good laugh out of it like I did. 😊

With the weather getting colder lately, you decide to put your knitting skills to use. It starts with easy projects, like scarves and bonnets. One day, you go online, searching for different ideas on what to make. Several minutes of browsing, you finally find your next creation: a willy warmer. It’s the last item listed on this website, more of a throwaway as a joke. But you’re absolutely serious about making it. Just thinking about it has you giggling. Upon further research, you discover that in certain traditions, a willy warmer is gifted to a boyfriend to see if they are ready for marriage. This motivates you even further to take on this ambitious project in hopes that Nanami, your boyfriend of several years now, will finally take a hint.

It takes a while to knit it, but eventually, your hard work pays off and the results are outstanding. You manage to recreate his signature spotted tie pattern exactly, so now he’s matching, assuming he accepts this ridiculous gift.

After dinner, the two of you digest your meal on the couch while watching a show you’re following. At the end of the episode, you pause it, reaching into the drawer beside you to retrieve your creation. He eyes you nervously. “What’s going on?”

You grin, holding it out to him. “Surprise!”

He gives you a confused look, waiting for you to explain. When you continue to stare at him, beaming, he asks, “What is this?”

“Babe, you’re Danish, you should know what this is!” You pinch at the tip and the balls, stretching it as if that makes it any clearer.

His brows are furrowed in uncertainty. “It looks like a penis.”

Laughing, you say, “That’s because it’s for your penis. It’s a willy warmer. I knitted it myself. And it matches your tie!”

He chuckles, his expression relaxing. “What on earth am I going to use this for?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, honey. You use it to warm your willy.”

“I don’t need to warm my willy.”

You frown at him. “So you don’t want it?”

“I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to use it.”

Crossing your arms, you toss the willy warmer back into the drawer, slamming it shut with a bit of aggression. “Fine. If you don’t want it, I’m sure somebody else will.” You stand up, stomping towards your bedroom, kicking it closed.

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Nanami fucked up.

He knew it as soon as the smile dropped from her face. It would have been so easy to accept the silly gift like a good boyfriend should, but, of course, he had to mess it up in a royal fashion.

Immediately, he follows her to the bedroom, finding that it’s locked. With a small knock, he says, “Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll use it, okay? If it makes you happy.” He leans against the frame, pressing his ear to the surface to hear any response. When none comes, he sighs, returning to the couch.

He remembers what she mentioned earlier, about him being Danish, and he wonders what that has to do with it. Phone in hand, he goes to a private browser to do a quick search. After a few minutes, he finds out that hereally fucked up. The tradition says that a man must accept the willy warmer as a gift whenever it is presented to him to indicate that he is ready for marriage.

He buries his face in his hands, groaning at his mistake. Of course he’s ready for marriage. He’s been in love with her for years. And while they’ve discussed it in detail, imagining with fondness about their future together, he’s never actually given her a straight answer about when it will happen. She’s always been patient, never one to pressure him about timelines or threaten him with ultimatums. This is the closest she’s gotten to it, in the form of some crude penile covering. He chuckles to himself at the absurd situation they find themselves in. Still, he has to find a way to make it up to her, and fast.

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You’re actually upset Nanami didn’t accept your gift. Not only did he reject what you spent hours working on, he essentially told you he wasn’t ready for marriage. And sure, maybe he doesn’t know that hidden meaning behind it, but still! You’re annoyed with him.

There’s another gentle knock on the door. This time, you don’t ignore it, swinging it open to give him a piece of your mind. However, the sight you find instead has you speechless.

Nanami is completely naked from head to toe, except for the willy warmer wrapped snugly around his cock. He smirks at you, holding his arms out, presenting himself. Before you can respond, he says, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I accept this gift with all my heart. And, I guess, my penis.”

You burst into laughter, stepping towards him to slide your arms around his waist, face nuzzling his chest. “So, does this mean you want to marry me then?”

He squeezes you in a loving embrace. “You know I do. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. And I can’t wait to officially call you my wife.”

You grin, peering up at him to give him a kiss. “So,” you tease, palming his cock through the yarned fabric, “Shall we test how warm your willy is?”

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cosmictyto · 6 months

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Things Gabriella has Knitted (or Crocheted) for Everyone:

First, (nearly) everyone has gotten a pair of socks from her as a “welcome to the brotherhood” gift.

(In alphabetical order)

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🐺 Arnbjorn: A bright red knitted sweater as a wedding present. He’s only worn it once. (He jokes that it's not his style but he secretly loves it. He doesn't want to ruin it on accident.)

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🔪 Astrid: A black and red striped knitted cowl. As a wedding present. Also a matching pair of gloves.

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🩸 Babette: A crocheted doll to better help her "innocent child" ruse + several knitted dresses in many colors. Gabriella loves trying out new patterns. And because Babette’s small, she doesn’t need as much yarn. Win win.

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♥️ Cicero: Nothing. Though she was working on her “welcome to the sanctuary” socks for him before he attacked Astrid and Veezara.

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☄️ Festus Krex: Black, knitted fingerless gloves (his hands get cold and stiff sometimes.) They look simple at first, but actually have a quite complex stitching pattern on them. Also a black scarf and hat (with string pom-pom.)

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🦋 Nazir: some hard-soled slippers and a deep red tote bag (with black hand print artfully knitted in.)

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🦎 Veezara: Bright, garish horn cozies. It was a gag gift. He loves them.

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Bonus round

🐈‍⬛ Sajjah (OC:) A thick n’ chunky, mottled black & gray blanket (crocheted.) as well as a matching cowl + gloves set. They were working on a hat design but couldn’t figure out how it would work with her ears before the sanctuary was attacked.

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fangirl--writes · 1 year

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Jerome Valeska x Reader Drabble

Authors' Note: Little drabble based on this video: here.

It made me cackle.

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You tiptoed down the hall the padding of your fuzzy socks absorbed your step as you snuck to the bathroom.

A sing song sort whistle floated in your ears your grip on the pitcher tightened. You almost felt bad…He was singing now at the top of his lungs, off key… your boyfriend was lost in his own world in the shower.

Too Perfect.

You could barely contain the shit eating smirk that started to overtake your face he was so in for it.

He, being Jerome Valeska, your boyfriend who had just “returned” from a very brief stay in Arkham Asylum just last night bragging about his new record for shortest visit yet.

His ginger locks were a mess face full of grime and sweat and he smelled like a dumpster fire by the docks. Yet his ever present grin was there as he slung his arms around your shoulder nuzzling in to kiss your cheek feverishly.

His hands sneakily drifted lower and lower stopping to squeeze your sides eliciting a squeak of surprise before going to play with the zipper on your pants.

You shivered dropping your dish in the sink as his rough lips went down to work your neck starting to suck the tender spots in your nape.

“J..jer..ome~” you whined with a flushed face trying to wriggle free from his iron grasp. “you were only gone a few days..“

With a twist you slipped under his arm grabbing the counter corner for support.

“Ah but honey I just missed ya’ so much.” He stalked forward with his arms outstretched intent to wrap you up in his chest again. You recognized the haughty glint in his dark eyes swirling as he approached in your small kitchen.

Then it hit you again; the smell of low tide, wet dog and trash that REALLY needed to go out.

Your shoulders shook as you gagged.

“Sir. …No. No sir when was the last time you showered?” You retched holding a spoon out in defense.

At this the red head froze you could see the hamster wheel working overtime behind his eyes.

“Listen. You take a shower or a bath I’m not picky. Then we’ll talk.”

Needless to say he slept on the couch that night much to your dismay, you were going to have to deep clean the next afternoon .

The scream was abysmal, high pitched squeal of surprise that if you didn’t know any better was from a young child and not your manic red head who laughed in the face of death.

Your low snicker erupted into a fit of laughter your shoulders shaking as you pulled the pitcher back stepping down from the stool you’d carefully hidden away earlier just for the occasion.

Your face flushed rich crimson hues as you held your aching side hearing Jerome curse and squirm at the temperature change.

Payback

“AH Ah you little shit-“ Jerome growled acknowledging you directly his hand ripping back the shower curtain enough to peak out to reveal you red faced and howling.

With a quick breathe you poked your tongue out flashing a grin to match before quickly turning to run fully expectant to get away in victory until you felt the sudden pull of his soaking strong arms on the back of your damp shirt.

The pitcher fumbled from your hands hitting the floor as you shrieked “nA-NYOOOOOOOO” you grasped weakly at the counter top in attempt to save yourself from a watery grave.

The edge slipped out from your fingers as a soaking wet hand wrapped around your middle further drenching you as he pulled you back into the shower still laughing like a maniac.

A wicked grin lined his lips his brows arched as he cackled at your poor misfortune-

“C’mere you..” You heard him tease as your whole body fell back into his waiting arms. Between abrupt giggles you squeaked feeling a tickle on your ribs. “NyOOO- No NO JEROWME.”

Escape was futile.

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tilphil · 29 days

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Outdoorbondage is an intense sign of ownership.

We walk past the last houses, turn off the trodden path and my owner gently turns me round, secures my arms behind. I kneel down. Shoes and socks are taken and my bare feet shackled.

Sometimes and arm around my shoulders, sometimes my owner leads me by a leash to my collar.

We come to an old fallen tree. My owner unlocks a shackle and then ties up my foot. "See you later, love!" And moments later I am alone. I am locked in place, like a precocious toy. If a human being came along, I could do nothing but stand obediently in my place. At home I am usually secured. My hands in mittens or my arms locked away, my mouth spread or gagged, my feet shackled and chained. But outside, in public my enslavement feels much more intense. I am a slave for everyone to see.

I present my bare sole. I know that my owner will be back later with a fresh and subtle cane. I will kiss the cane before my sole is whipped crimson.

I wait. Safe. Secure. A thing locked into its place. I am a slave.

Outdoorbondage is an intense sign of ownership.

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hyperfixated-on-cod · 9 months

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✨Christmas with 141✨

(Because I really love this photo) (this is assuming they celebrate)

John Price

(I’m gonna preface this by saying I don’t think he’s very religious; he celebrates bc that’s what he grew up doing)

He’s the dad of the group, so he’s going all out.

He’ll drag you AND all the others to get a real tree and he’s so serious about it, like if anyone mentions they got a fake one for their home he’s legitimately offended.

Makes a big Christmas dinner and invites the whole team over every year.

Even though there won’t be kids around, he still dresses up as Santa.

He puts mistletoe in every doorway.

Makes his own eggnog.

(Right here is where I’d say he goes Black Friday shopping but then I remembered he’s not American💀)

Get him socks and he will be the happiest man ever.

He’s AWFUL at buying people gifts tho so if you don’t give him a list he can choose from, he’ll give you a preloaded gift card you can use anywhere (that would be Visa for the US but idk what the UK equivalent would be).

Will absolutely respect you if you don’t celebrate Christmas and will go out of his way to learn about and help you celebrate your religion’s winter holiday (if you have one).

Soap

He’s spending an entire day “baking cookies for Santa” and he lets everyone believe he still believes in Santa, but he doesn’t and the cookies are for Price.

LOVES ugly sweater contests.

Complains the most when Price drags everybody out to get a Christmas tree with him.

INSISTS on sitting on Price’s lap when he dresses up as Santa, even though Soap knows it’s him.

Everybody dreads opening gifts from him because nobody knows if he decided to get gag gifts or not this year.

Get him a Tamagotchi and he’ll cherish it like it’s his real life child.

If any single one of them make gifts, it’s him. He’ll either give you something small like a card with cute lil doodles on it, or he’ll go bigger and like sew some patches on a jacket for you.

Ghost

Not really fond of the holiday because of his past, so he either does the bare minimum or straight up doesn’t celebrate at all.

He’ll go to Christmas dinner at Price’s house tho because he appreciates the energy but he’s still very reluctant about participating in that energy.

He’s a man of tradition though so his ✨gift to the host✨ is a bottle of brandy for the egg nog.

Speaking of egg nog: the man LOVES the stuff (with or without brandy).

Giggles a little bit when Soap sits on Price’s lap bc he finds it adorable, but tries not to think about it for too long.

Steals no less than TWO (2) of the cookies Soap made for “Santa” and doesn’t tell him. If Soap catches him with the cookies, Ghost looks at him like Po in that one scene in Kung Fu Panda.

He gives gift cards and honestly prefers to receive them as well, and will show you every single thing he buys with the gift card you get him. If you get him like a restaurant gift card, he’s taking you to eat there.

Gaz

✨fashionably late✨ to Captain’s dinner because he forgot to get presents AGAIN.

Doesn’t go shopping for trees with Captain because he overslept bc Captain wanted to go at like 7am😭

If anybody is gonna get the team into the proper party spirit, it’s Gaz. He’s pulling out holiday themed drinking games, wanting to play any board game available, etc.

Gives Price a bunch of shit for making his Christmas tree “too normal.” Like the tree he has in his own home is one of those like bright pink plastic ones and it has all kinds of colorful ornaments on it.

Since he always forgets until the last minute to get presents, he gets everybody something small that still shows he cares, like a card with each person’s favorite candy. In the card he’ll write out a paragraph about how much he loves and appreciates you.

Suggests that they do a White Elephant or secret Santa type gift exchange for next year.

Will literally treasure anything anybody gets him. Price gets him a coupon for a free oil change.

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fizzyginfizz · 1 year

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Holiday

For @hinnymicrofic - prompt 16 - "Holiday"

Postponed three times, they knew the holiday was now or never.

Salty ocean air dampened the balcony railing beneath Harry’s white-knuckled grip.

Now or never… but neither of them wanted to be here. Ginny weak, frail, a shell of her former self; Harry’s mood an inner tempest, a guilt-ridden storm of crashing self-loathing.

Yet, his angst was mocked by cheery sunshine, balmy breezes and a delicate azure sea lapping the shore with shy temerity, barely a wave in its glass.

“Harry?” His name was a breathy wheeze, chased by her choked retching.

His body tensed, readying to battle something that couldn’t be fought, only endured.

“Harry!”

He spun, pushing through the French doors into the bungalow where his ailing wife, once so vibrant, so vivacious she threatened to outshine the sun, lay limp on the bamboo sofa.

“You’re brooding. I can feel your brooding all the way in here,” Ginny whimpered, wiping her mouth with a limp hand that fell back on the obscenely cheerful tropical print cushions beneath her. “Broody pulses of self-loathing make me queasy.”

Harry knelt next to her, taking her hand. The tiny golden freckles that popped in the summer were almost imperceptible. Freckles weren’t what one noticed, anyway. His fingers stroked over skin stretched tight across the bones of her wrists, which stuck out with obscene frailty.

“Hey,” he said tentatively. “How are you feeling?”

She pushed her dull hair off her sweaty forehead. It no longer resembled dripping silk. Brittle straw with broken ends trailed across her cheek, the bones pronounced beneath the purple circles stained around her eyes.

Bloody hell, she had lost so much weight. She wouldn’t survive this. She couldn’t-

Her frail little hand formed a fist and she socked him in the shoulder.

“Stop looking at me like I’m dying. I’m not dying.”

Harry, finally broke. His anger, his sense of injustice exploded.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Everyone, everyone lied to us!”

“I know,” she nodded, wearily. “’Zhere is nuzzing like ze feeling of grow-hing a new life eenside you,” Ginny muttered. “Lies.” Then, she gagged again into a pail she kept close with the words “Baby’s Barf Bucket” printed on the side.

“You were supposed to fucking glow, Gin.” His voice a tortured whisper as he pushed back her hair. “Everyone said ‘glow.’ Over and over again.”

She dry-heaved into the bucket one last time. Then mouth cleaning charm, vanishing charm and she lay back, exhausted and weary, as she had for seven and half months.

“How?” He thought with the ever-present panic he had been living with since the first trimester resurfaced. “How is a person supposed to stay alive when she throws up every meal?!? You need food! You both need food!”

Ginny bit her lip, her eyes scanning his face. “Harry? You’re brooding again. Incoming brood spiral.”

Her eyes searched his, and he had no idea what she found there, but bit by bit, her own tension melted into softness. Soft gaze, soft- almost unwilling - curve of her lips. A soft hand that pushed his hair out of his face this time and stroked his cheek.

Some of the icy fear, a fear that flexed its grip with more fervor as each month passed, loosened as she drew him close and nuzzled into his neck.

Even though she’d been sick, even in sweltering tropic air blasting from the open doors, his arms tingled with gooseflesh at Ginny’s touch.

She noticed.

Sensing weakness, she whispered in his ear. “After growing this baby, it’s only fair. I get to be the Fun Parent.”

“Fucking hell,” he snorted, an unwilling half-laugh.

How did she do that? She always did that. She always tugged at his stormy moods, unraveling them thread by thread. “You were always going to be the fun parent,” Harry pressed his lips to her forehead. “Sorry. For the broody pulses.”

“No.” She traced his knuckles, softly, wearily. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?” He whispered, loving her so much.

“I’m exhausted, and I’m going to fall asleep in another thirty seconds. I’m ruining our holiday.”

“The only way you could ruin our holiday is if you die.”

“I look like I’m dying.”

“Honestly Gin? You look like you died three weeks ago.”

His brilliant, beautiful, exhausted Ginny chuckled, then fell asleep with a satisfied smile.

#hinny #hinny microfic #theglowisalie

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letterstomilena777 · 1 year

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the secret history characters doing secret santa (hcs)

merry christmas 😘 enjoy

bunny:

either gets his person a gag gift or forgets to get them a gift at all

probably shows up late too

richard:

gets his person something small but something they’ll appreciate

def gets embarrassed by how little he spends

wraps his present in butchers paper with a twine bow and it’s so cutesie

henry:

buys his person something expensive but practical

somehow knows exactly what someone needs

francis:

a horrible gifter

buys his person something he’d like for himself

such as his favorite liquor or his favorite cologne

camilla:

gets her person something sweet and personal

you can tell which gift under the tree is from her b/c it’s always the prettiest

charles:

nice but generic gifts

a candle, some socks, a nice pen

basically just buys whatever is sure to be enjoyed, no matter who he has

#tsh #the secret history #henry winter #bunny corcoran #richard papen #francis abernathy #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #tsh headcanons #the secret history headcanons #i promised christmas content #well here it is

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Hey bub, i have another (😭) idea for you. So sorry, i have no clue how many you have from me at this stage. Pls dont feel pressured to write any of them; i just get an idea/story line in my head and send it to you after a few days of it stewing before it gives me a headache 😫

But anyway, the idea is: James and Lily have just started dating but shes starting to feel a little weird about your (Ravenclaw!reader) relationship with him. From her perspective youre always around him; are openly affectionate with him (but nothing over the top); make him little presents; spend holidays with him etc. but its not enough for her to think hes cheating, just to make her a little uncomfortable.

She asks the girls if maybe shes the weird one here and overthinking it but someone passing by butts in and says how youre the same with Sirius and its why he wouldnt date her (we know thats not why) but it makes Lily a little more uncomfortable so she decides to confront James.

So she does and hes just silently in shock because "what?!" But the longer he stays quiet the more embarrassed/anxious/irritated lily gets. Then you start giggling, coming in at the tail of the conversation unnoticed, and explain to Lily that youre James cousin but youve lived with your aunt & uncle most of your life so hes more of a brother (+Sirius since hes moved in). Then to lessen the tension you loosen your tie and show her the hickeys down your neck "plus im dating Remmy, and he doesnt share well." Cue the fake gagging from James and Sirius, Lilys giggles and Remus' gentle scolding before "and if anythings, James should be concerned. I might just steal you from right under his nose 😉" Cue James indignation, Sirius' cackling, Remus' chuckles and more of Lily's giggles.

Again, pls dont feel pressured to write anything love but thanks for taking the time to read it 🧡.

Also i feel like i send enough of these that ill probs add a question at the bottom of each one and if you want to you can give me one in return if you write the idea??

First ones basic; whats your favourite colour? I like to say mine is red but i tend to gravitate towards for more earthy colours when i have to pick one for something xx

Hi my angel! This is another one I kept in my inbox for like over a month and just couldn't figure out how I'd write it (I totally know the headache feeling you mean too, there's some stuff I have to write before my brain explodes), but the public has to see!!! I lovelovelove how you portrayed Lily in this; I feel like there's too many jealous!Lily fics out there for my taste, because she seems like such a girl's girl! Like even though she's a bit insecure about reader and James' relationship, she's still going about it in the nicest and most careful way (like checking with other people before accusing James of anything and trying to be rational about it) and I just feel like that's SO her.

Q+A portion: I'm a purple gal! Very stereotpyical purple gal in that I don't think I actually have that many purple things but then some days I'll go outside and realize I've got on my purple sweater, purple socks, and purple little earbud case attatched to my tote. I totally get the earth tones thing though, I feel like they're so easy to pair together so most of my closet and decor is in earth tones too :)

#mae's asks

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