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shxtodxroki · 7 months

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𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝙸𝚜...

Warnings: Swearing

Dating Satoru Gojo is butterfly kisses all the time. He first heard of the concept online somewhere, immediately rushing over to you like an eager little puppy to try it out, and now he’s constantly giggling as he softly flutters his eyelashes against your skin, adoring this newfound, gentle form of affection he can share with you.

Dating Satoru Gojo is multiple mistletoe hidden in every room of your house when December rolls around if you celebrate Christmas or want to partake in the tradition, since he just can’t resist taking the chance to surprise you with a quick kiss whenever the opportunity presents itself

Dating Satoru Gojo is bringing home a small sweet treat for him whenever you go out, because you just can’t resist the way his face lights up when you treat him to yet another candy bar or sugary pastry, and him repaying you by always spoiling you and buying you whatever you set your sights on when the two of you go out together without you even having to ask

Dating Satoru Gojo is him shoving his gross, sweaty feet into your face when you’re unsuspectingly trying to relax on the couch on your day off, and cackling as you shove him off the couch and lecture his (endearingly) annoying ass once he’s fallen to the floor wheezing

Dating Satoru Gojo is his large frame curling into a minuscule ball as he rests in your lap on his bad days. It’s hard for him to talk about his fears, his sadness, his stress and his guilt, even with you, but he still seeks comfort in your touch. He relishes in the fact that he can just be sad or be stressed, and you’ll be there to run your gentle fingers through his hair and press sweet kisses to his face to soothe him

Dating Satoru Gojo is never hearing your real name from his lips. Not once, even during arguments. Sweets, honey, baby and especially babe are constants in his vocabulary, even the occasional pookie or sugar when he feels like messing with you, but never your name. Pet names are your boyfriend’s pride and joy in this relationship

Dating Satoru Gojo is him going all-out for every birthday, every anniversary, every special day. He hates the fact that his job takes up so much of his time, despises that he can’t spend every waking second with you and constantly show you the love he knows you deserve, so he tries to make up for it as best as he can on special occasions. He never, ever forgets, filling the whole day with plans catered to what he knows you’ll want to do most, and surprises you with gifts he knows you’ve had your eye on while showing off just how much attention he pays to your wants and needs

Dating Satoru Gojo is him replacing the sugar with salt if you drink morning tea/coffee, then giggling like a madman as you chase him around the house in a grumpy, sleep-deprived state. Don’t worry, he makes it up with a replacement cup of coffee/tea, homemade breakfast and plenty of cuddles afterwards

Dating Satoru Gojo is clothes being left everywhere around your apartment. For some reason Satoru can not seem to manage to get them into the dirty laundry hamper most of the time no matter how hard he tries to remember, especially considering he comes home dead tired and incredibly sore from work a lot of the time and just tosses his clothes anywhere he can as he climbs into bed with you and passes out. He’ll always pick them up and place them properly in the hamper when you ask him to, coupled with an apology, though, and any time you put his clothes away for him he’s sure to notice and thank you for your kindness and understanding

Dating Satoru Gojo is needing a fan in the bedroom as you sleep during the warmer months, because his body just runs so hot it’s like he’s a furnace but he can’t sleep without cuddling you :’( He needs to know you’re there, that you’re safe and that he can protect you even in his sleep, so you find compromise in keeping a fan running on your side of the bed to keep you from overheating as you cuddle with your human heater during the evening hours

And dating Satoru Gojo is, most of all, loving him with your full heart and soul, your entire being. It’s knowing how little love he’s felt through his life, how desperately he craves it without him even saying a word, and doing everything in your power to fill that void, to let your love seep into every crack and crevice of his body and soul as you embrace and adore him as your soulmate, your one and only <3

A/N: Idk where this came from lol I literally just had the thought about the butterfly kisses randomly the other day and thought it was too cute, and then that spiraled into this </3 I love Gojo sm I just want to write about him all the time but I’ve mainly been focused on trying to get caught up with Flufftober amidst the 30,000 projects that have all been/are due in school over these few weeks :’) I hope you guys enjoyed this though, and my requests are currently open so if you have any requests feel free to send them my way!

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lamb-of-seven · 1 year

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Head-Canons for the Demon Brothers 3

Prompt: The Demon brother’s Kinks

!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!

Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks and Sexual Fantasies

It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is a HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers Kinks. Enjoy!

I was a bit lazy and wrote this quickly and did not proof read, please don't come for me

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Lucifer: Man’s has a collection of whips and ropes and a love for discipline. No matter the role he takes he is definitely a dom and most of his Kinks revolve around that. He will make you his rope bunny, tie you up if you misbehave and admire how your skin looks, red and swollen from his work. He will also gladly use more than his hands when spanking you and will call you all kinds of nasty little names as his gives you a fair punishment for simply talking back at him during dinner. However there is a soft and romantic side to Lucifer so while on one hard he has a kink for restraining and punishing you he also likes be a romantic when intimate. He will surely love to have you after a long day on top of him while he runs his hands all over your body. However even when he’s a bottom, he is still dominate and can only let you ride him for so long before he’s grab your hips and thrusting up into you. Since he is the avatar of Pride he will have to make you cum from him alone and probably wont ever use stimulating sex toys, however he will spend hours if needs to for you to get off from him alone.

Mammon: Greed goes beyond Money so we know when this man gets horny, he is obsessed with doing nothing but continuously filling you with his cum. Mammon is definitely a switch. He can easily pick you up and throw you onto the bed and start pounding you and just as easily let you tie him up and toy with him any which way you like. Mammon craves both punishment and praise so I can see him being such a brat. He would spend the day teasing and toying with you, trying to turn you on and then deny his actions, just so you could get so riled up you punish him by over stimulating him. But then he will become needy and start to please you, looking for praise and validation that he is doing a good job. One you are intimate together he will be demanding for sex, not in an aggressive way but more a whiny way. And there are no quickies with him because his greed will make him want to cum 2-3 more times. I think he would totally be an exhibitionist. He wants everyone to know you are his. I think he’s too shy to do it out in the open, but more take you to a room he knows where everyone could hear you or a place there’s a high risk someone might walk in on you two.

Leviathan: Ok, so it’s cannon he wants a domi-mommy. I imagine Levi has the second highest sex drive, however he is a shy touch starved shut in and has major trouble making a move or asking for something new in the bedroom. He wants you to dominate him. To punish him with restraints, whips, chains, paddles, you name it he wants it. He is also very open to using toys and probably already has some he uses on himself. I can see that one you both finally start introducing vibrators he will start buying so many different types he finds online and then shyly gifting them to you. In addition to wanting to be dominated in the bedroom and use toys, he will absolutely have a kink for cosplay and costumes in the bedroom. This will probably be the few times he becomes more dominate because you both take on the role of the characters your dressed up as. The day you show up as a cat girl maid with thigh highs, he’s pinning you against the floor with his face between your thighs working hard to make you cum.

Satan: He’s a romantic, a charmer, but also a cocky prankster who embodies wrath it’s self. So his kinks go from soft to hardcore real fast depending on the situation. One moment he’s asking you to dress in traditional romantic clothing so he can sweep you off your feet under the moon light in the rose garden, to grabbing your hair, and digging his nails into your shoulder until you bleed as he pounds you on Lucifer’s desk. If you make this man jealous, he will take his revenge out on your body as he curses you while pounding you. For him it’s how he takes out his anger without truly harming you. There will be a lot of degradation and biting and spitting. He will dominate you in the meanest way possible if he caught you kissing lucifer, and tell you how thankful you should for his cock. Then when done, he will give you a nice hot bath, and take care of any scratch or bite marks and give you such tender aftercare. I also believe Satan would engage in pet play once he is comfortable enough. I don’t think he will take it too far though, just a collar and cat ears. But if he was a bit drunk he might take it a bit further.

Asmodeus: I feel like the real question here should be “What Kink doesn’t he have!?” He is the embodiment of sex. Highest sex drive and kinkiest person in the three realms. I feel like because of his love of beauty, his primary kinks would be more romantic and intimate. He would want you both to be surrounded by mirrors and cameras, making home videos to later watch while going on round 3 or 4. For him it’s primarily all about pleasure as opposed to power play. He would like to use anything to enhance the senses be it drugs or essential oils and special bathes. He wants you to feel every inch of him and to feel every inch of you.

Beelzebub: Our sweet innocent baby boy. He’s so simple with his Kinks. Food and Oral. That it. Mixing the two is even better. If you surprise him by laying fulling naked on his bed with nothing but whipped cream covering all of your sensitive areas, he will be a happy man. Beel would take things very slow even when very riled up, because the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He will take his time doing lots of foreplay and confirm verbally with you when you are ready. Once inside of you, he will take charge, but not be too dominate. Beel will absolutely be the type who needs to occupy his mouth and how it’s one of his most sensitive zones, so he’s doing a lot of making out, biting, and sucking at your nipples and neck and ear and lips and anywhere he can place his mouth. He is more so a one and done kind of guy, where once he cums he will cuddle for a bit then get up, grab a snack and bring it to bed for both of you.

Belphegor: Somnophilia, dream sex, and he’s a brat. Our lazy sleepy boy would rather cuddle and sleep with you to be intimate over sex, however doesn’t mean doesn’t get into the mood. I feel that since he has the power to enter and control others dreams, he would totally pair it with somnophilia. So if your asleep while he’s awake, he will take full advantage of it. He will slowly touch all your sensitive areas to get your body prepped then enter your dreams. While dream versions of him and you are getting down and dirty, he’s pounding your unconscious body. In the dream world, he can manipulate things to his liking and will use it to his advantage to humiliate you. He loved the way you blush a whine and scream while he’s inside of you. The dream scape is endless and in a way a perfect excuse. In the waking world, if you confront him about it, he just simple say, well it was just a dream so it’s didn’t actually happen. He’s such a bratty, manipulative demon. However he is also a romantic when he want’s to be, and outdoor sex is the best for him. The be under the stars embraced by the night air sets him in the mood for romantic slow sex with you.

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queerprayers · 4 months

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any tips/advice for someone who is not catholic who wants to participate in lent? like how to choose what to give up etc?

Cheers to not letting Catholics have a monopoly on Lent, beloved! Last year I answered a similar ask that might be helpful. Here are the thoughts I have right now!

[CW: discussion of eating/fasting in italics] My most important note/disclaimer: Fasting is not for everyone. It is a beautiful tradition (for Catholics and non-Catholics) that can change people's lives, but if it's going to be a part of your practice, do it on purpose, knowing yourself. It inherently changes your relationship with food--and for people who have always had enough to eat, who have never struggled with disordered eating, who have never been seriously ill, there can be a solidarity and new perspective in fasting, in realizing how sensory experiences and comfort and mortality go together, how privileged you are to have the choice to go hungry. But for those who have struggled with food insecurity, or have lived through/live with eating disorders/disability/illness, or any other experience/relationship with food/the body that changes your perspective, fasting will often be a re-traumatizing or triggering practice that doesn't change your perspective so much as reinforce unhealthy ones. Something I think about: why fast if you cannot feast? Lenten fasting brings us to Easter feasting--if that's not accessible to you, if that wouldn't be joyful or affordable or healthy, fasting probably isn't either. Okay, all that said:

There is so much diversity in what a Lenten practice can look like, and I can't tell you what will be most meaningful for you, but I'll give you some ideas and some questions that have been helpful for me to ask myself! Lent existed way before the Catholic/Protestant divide, and exists among so many diverse communities, and there is a path here for you if you want one.

"Giving up something" is the most common language used for Lent--fasting technically refers to anything abstained from--and generally that's really useful! Jesus's forty days in the wilderness was time that he had nothing but God, and during Lent we can get closer to that experience. I give things up not as punishment or a test of self-control (those ideas trigger unhealthy behavior patterns for me), but as a letting go of something that is in my life but doesn't need to be, and may deserve reconsidering. Sometimes it's a bad habit, but sometimes it's just a conscious allowing of my life to grow simultaneously smaller and bigger. There is space for grief during Lent, but we're not just making ourselves feel bad--I've never found forced emotions to be spiritually helpful. Emotions come and go--we're doing this on purpose, and whatever we feel about it, we make space for that.

Ideas of things to give up:

eating out/getting coffee/buying drinks/little treats

impulse buying/nonessentials (you could pick a category, like clothes, or go all out)

alcohol/drugs/smoking (if this would be starting a recovery journey, I am not the person to ask for advice on that but please do seek help)

social media (you could choose one app to give up, or set time limits--it doesn't have to be all or nothing)

scrolling-on-your-phone time before bed/another time when you get sucked in

another form of casual entertainment (like TV/video games--again, you can limit this rather than cutting it out)

sexual activity (I talked about this here)

makeup/other appearance-related thing (I must confess I have considered doing this and always chickened out. I know that's because it would force me to rethink too many things, which is a probably a sign I should do it one of these years.)

a social habit, like gossiping or getting into arguments online

overscheduling/not having rest days (this is often unavoidable, but rest is necessary and holy, and perhaps this is the season for sacrifice in honor of rest)

single-use plastics/another environmental choice

Note: I don't think any of these things are inherently bad things. This is a list of things we can change/investigate our relationship with or have a season without them as a distraction, not things I think we shouldn't be doing or we should feel bad about.

One of the most important things I've realized is that so often I have given something up and not done anything about it. Like I didn't watch TV for forty days and was mad about it and then Lent was over and I watched TV again. Perhaps this strengthened my self-discipline, or made my life better in a way known only to God, but ultimately nothing happened. I didn't consciously do anything else, I didn't learn anything.

Now, when I give up something, I purposely do something with whatever space it leaves. If I'm not watching TV, what am I going to do when I would usually watch TV? Am I gonna pray? go to bed earlier? call my grandmother? Am I gonna cancel my Netflix subscription for a couple months and donate that saved money? Or maybe I'm gonna give up watching mindless TV, and find stories that resonate and make me think. Don't give things up to check a box, but to reexamine your relationship with them, make everyday things sacred, fill the space/time/money/energy you now have with God, and ultimately to set this time apart.

The other way of looking at Lent practices is things you can add. Often, as I mentioned, they go together--you can pair up something you're no longer buying with somewhere to donate to, or give up an activity and replace it with a new one. I always caution against Lent-as-self-improvement--obviously I can support improving our habits, but I've seen too many people use Lent to restart their new year's workout plans, and while exercise can be a way to care for ourselves, if new year's and Lent are treated the exact same way, what's different about this season? What makes this Lent?

One of the questions I've been asking myself recently is: What are you gonna do about it? When I'm investigating a belief, or learning something new, or reframing an old thought process, I ask myself: What am I gonna do about it? Lent is a path to Holy Week--something I and many others commemorate as the week when God was put on trial and literally killed. I genuinely believe God died and was resurrected--how does this affect my life? Believing something like that and not letting it change you is, to me, inauthentic. When I'm considering a belief, I think, if this were true, how would it change me? Would it lead me to Love? Lent (and Christianity itself) over and over asks us to do something about what we say we believe. Faith without works is dead--and faith is a work, something I do.

It's almost Lent, which is preparation for the Resurrection, which fundamentally changes our understanding of what it means to be alive--so what are you gonna do about it? Not because doing something will make God love you more or make you a "better person," or even because you'll succeed or change your life, but because how can we not? We are of course welcome at Easter having done nothing, but I can't imagine knowing what's coming and not letting it change me.

Ideas of things to add to our lives:

start a prayer/Bible routine--I can now wholeheartedly recommend (as a Protestant who connects with ancient traditions but not always Catholicism) Phyllis Tickle's Divine Hours books! For Bible study, I like The Bible Project's videos.

read a book--it can be anything that connects you with God! (I had a lovely experience with Lenten Lord of the Rings last year, and this year I'm properly going through the Quran)

pick a subject to research (theological or anything else)

start to attend worship services or commit to attending more--this could include going to several different places if you don't currently belong to a church

research places to volunteer for or donate to

do something politically active, like calling your representatives, researching the next local election, or attending a protest

donate to the next [insert number here] posts you see online requesting mutual aid

start a physical practice like taking a walk or stretching

write a letter or call someone regularly, especially with people you've been wanting to connect with more or have unresolved conflict with

start/commit to more regular therapy/other health treatment

ask for help--maybe you're the one who needs mutual aid, or reaching out to, or support cleaning your house or with your kids. there is no shame in this.

These are all obviously things we can be doing year round, and certainly we can use Lent as a season to start something we want to keep with us! I'd also encourage us to have something that's only present during Lent, or something that we do more or in a different way.

You asked how to choose, and I don't have a one sentence answer to that (...obviously), but perhaps in these days before Lent you can look at your routine/habits, the places where God is present, the things you do to distract yourself from life (not a crime--just something to be mindful of), and you can see where Lent might be able to come in and change you. The thing that's nagging at you that you know might be helpful, the thing you're not in control of and just do, the time you take up or the money you spend that might not be bad but also doesn't lead you anywhere. We can't expect every aspect of our lives to be purposeful and present, or to be continuously improving ourselves (in fact, that sounds terribly stressful and unsustainable)--but we can look around us. We can have a season that looks different because everyone I've ever known has a brain that craves ritual in some way--and either we do it on purpose, or we fall into it. Do something (or don't do something) a little more on purpose this season.

Another think to think about is what Sundays will look like for you--the "forty days" don't count them. There's no fasting on Sundays--my mom says every Sunday is a little Easter. "Sundays in Lent" is such an interesting concept because it's very much Lent, but the rhythm of our weeks breaks through. When I give up soda, I'll have one as a celebration on Sundays, but a prayer/reading practice I'll continue through. It's up to you and depends on what your rhythm/habits ask of you.

Ultimately, let God interrupt you. Let Them seep in the cracks of everything you do and let go of. To be loved is to be changed. Even the smallest thing--like wearing a cross necklace every day--can cause our lives to be filled with noticing God's presence. I keep saying to do this on purpose, but know that I find Them much more often by accident.

And an obligatory note: starting Lent late, stopping your practice halfway through, not meeting a goal, whatever comes up--Easter still comes for you. Lent is for paying attention, for making space, not for perfection.

I also want to add that while a lot of Lenten practices (including most I've mentioned here) tend to be personal, ultimately what is asked of us is interpersonal. We make space in our life and be more present in the name of Love--which we cannot do alone. If a practice is not specifically about other people (like volunteering/donating), ask yourself how it will serve the ways you love others? This isn't a trick question, just something to think about. Personally, my study of the Quran this season will connect me with my Muslim siblings through time and enable me to more fully love the Muslims around me, and my rhythm of the divine hours will connect me with the wider Christian community and center me as I go about my day, allowing me to be more present in my relationships.

Easter comes whether we're ready or not--and I don't think we can be ready. But we can look at the small parts of ourselves, set this time apart, see what we can change our relationship with, and perhaps when Easter comes, we will every year have come that much closer to understanding what it means to live out the resurrection by honoring the death that came first.

Wishing you a blessed almost-Lent, and praying for you and your practice (as well as all those reading this)!

<3 Johanna

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my-soupy-brain · 7 months

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buying ted underwear (this idea just really amuses me, cause it could go either way). Like, I can’t stop giggling at the idea of buying him novelty underwear with silly designs on it. He’d rock the hell out of it. Or matching underwear for Y/N and Ted 🤭🤣

If any dude is gonna be into novelty-matching underwear, it's gonna be Ted Lasso. He would love it. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Teasing, lust, leading into light smut

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It was Christmas tradition to open a new set of pajamas on Christmas Eve.

You loved it as a kid. Always a fluffy set of pajamas to wear to bed and wait for Santa.

When you got with Ted, you gifted him some cozy fleece pajama pants and a new Kansas City shirt. He loved it. He got you some AFC Richmond pajama pants and a matching t-shirt.

You went to bed and snuggled up as a light snow drifted over London.

But this year you wanted to have a little fun.

A quick search online and you found exactly what you were looking for: Some fun novelty underwear. Boxer briefs.

He's going to love it.

So a month later, as you and Ted curl up on your couch with the Christmas tree lit up, you pop up.

"Oh! Our Christmas Eve tradition!"

Ted grins and chuckles, knowing what's coming.

"Alright, sugar, let's see what we've got this year. Yours is under there, too."

You grab both boxes and set Ted's on his lap and yours on your lap.

"Open at the same time?" Ted nods and smiles. "Yes!"

You tear off the ribbon and open the box, pull back the tissue paper and...

Dachusund-wearing-Santa-hats printed boy-briefs and matching cotton bra.

Ted tears open his box and pulls back the tissue paper.

Dachusund-wearing-Santa-hats printed boxer briefs.

You both burst into laughter.

"Nuh-uh," you say in disbelief. "You must have seen yours."

Ted put his hands up: "Scout's honor. I bought those just thinkin' they'd look cute on ya, and because you love seeing dogs in costumes."

You blush and smile.

"I bought yours because you always talk bout weiner dogs being the cutest dogs on earth," you reply. Ted nods.

"Because they are."

"OK, Ted. Fashion show time?"

You both retreat to the bedroom and bathroom, and you slip on your cozy boy briefs and matching cotton bra. It's cute, truly. You feel silly but they're a lot of fun. You pair them with a fluffy pair of white socks.

"OK, Ted, c'mon out."

Ted emerges from the bathroom in his printed underwear and a white v-neck t-shirt. His hair is a little messy, his chest hair peeking out from the neck of his t-shirt. You could gobble him up.

"Ow, ow!" you cheer, whistling. "I love 'em. I knew I picked a good print."

Ted walks toward you, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you toward him, where you can feel the arousal growing behind his new boxer briefs.

"I know these are supposed to be cute, darlin'...and they are...but you're also incredibly sexy right now in these cozy underthings..."

You moan a little at his gravelly voice against your ear, his big, warm hands moving down your back to your ass, which he squeezes gently before walking you toward the bed.

"Yeah? The novelty prints do it for ya, huh?" you whisper to his lips, before he captures them with his in a hungry growl.

"Mmhm, I think they do, sugar," he replies, kissing your neck now as he leans you down on the bed and crawls over you.

"We're gonna take these off as quick as we put them on, aren't we?" you murmur, and Ted hums against your neck.

"Mmhm, I think we are."

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Short n' sweet! I love the idea of them knowing each other well enough that they ACCIDENTALLY buy matching underwear. And yes, Ted in more boxer briefs + tshirts please. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso smut #ted lasso x you

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freckliedan · 2 months

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@simplydnp because you were interested in the tags on my recent rb, here is what i remember of the au i came up with in my college algebra class in 2018:

in this au phil is a math professor & has been for a couple years. he's hot about this

math is a kind of language, you know? it's not that much of a stretch.

dan and phil in this au are long distance/online best friends for YEARS, never managing to end up in the same city

one of them moving to the other has always been the plan & they've visited each other/taken trips together as often as possible so they know that living together would work well

they both know there's a mutual attraction but they never were single at the same time/never in a good place to do long distance indefinitely

it has now been a Long time since they had any conversations about it, which isn't a surprise because they're still not living in the same location

dan dropped out of university, halfway through his first semester. in this universe, he decides to go back to school for something he's actually interested in. possibly queer studies?

he gets into the school phil teaches at. EXCITING! they're going to be in the same place.

since dan's going to be a non-traditional student—phil was already teaching at dan's age—the dorms would suck. finding somewhere affordable to live also sucks

phil, of course, offers for dan to move in with him. he's got a second bedroom that's currently an office

move in day is a LONG day of travel & lugging around boxes and smaller furniture dan brought with him and they're going to get dan a mattress and bedframe tomorrow but aw hell, phil's air mattress has a leak

it's a no-brainer for them to share phil's bed for the night, they've shared smaller mattresses before on trips

"for the night"

reader, they never get dan his own bed. and they never really talk about it.

lead up to the semester. time for dan to meet with his academic advisor and build a schedule.

dan's plan is to knock out general education requirements he probably won't enjoy early on, but not to have those be the majority of his schedule.

dan doesn't realize it's PHIL'S basic math class he's been put in until he gets home (to the home they share!)

by then it feels like more trouble than it's worth to reschedule with his advisor and figure out an entirely new set of classes to take—the current ones took forever to plan in the first place

it'll be fine. honestly it'll be fun to see what phil's classes are like, & easier than struggling to pay attention with somebody else and having phil help explain things anyways—

halfway through the third week of class dan realizes he's in love with phil, it's not just attraction or a crush, it's been almost a fucking decade, oh my god

and the deadline to drop a class was last week.

phil already knows he's in love with dan. but phil has a strong commitment to ethics. there is a 0% chance he's going to do anything about it while dan's in his class

they go home to their shared home where they have a shared bed. dan almost broaches the conversation.

please can we not talk about it, asks phil. it will be easier for me if we don't talk about it until we can— it'll be easier for me if we don't talk about it yet. that'll make it more real.

roll a semester long slow burn where they're already being extremely domestic and both know they have mutual feelings. there's so much room for further tropes & exploration of existing ones here

there's room for self worth struggles surfacing on dan's part and moral anxiety/anxiety issues on phi'ls part especially with them intentionally not talking about it.

oh noo they have a bad week and dan has a breakdown & almost goes to actually buy a bed setup for himself. etc. quite honestly i didn't get this far i just like putting people in fucking predicaments

of course they fuck nasty once final grades are submitted. merry christmas

i think they go straight from best friends to engaged

dan did actually learn math well from phil but he's never taking another phil class in his life thankyou very much

this au is partially born out of me being inherently contrarian to MYSELF even. i'm generally squicked badly by teacher/student aus on account of Both My Parents Are Teachers so it was a fun exercise in figuring out one that didn't make my skin crawl. aaaand scene.

i'm never going to write this so if anybody who does write finds something they like in it. feel free to run with that just @ me if you post something. i'm freckliedan on ao3 as well

#jam posts #fic #parallel lines #phan #aries and i were also on our stupidly slowburn shit w other ideas in 2018

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 1 year

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Imagine…Babysitting The Richchesters

Pairing: Richester!Dean x reader

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“No,” you said from the library, pointing at the trust fund version of Dean to sit back in his seat. You sighed behind your laptop, Sam and Dean out on a case and leaving you behind to babysit the wonder twins.

Dean was holding his finger dangerously close to a sword on a shelf and you tsked him.

“Dean. I said no. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“You are aware that in our universe we are highly skilled hunters,” said Dean, poking the sword and winching, pulling his finger back to suck on the stray drop of blood.

“So is the Dean I know and he does dumb shit like you too. Except he doesn’t have a degree from Harvard and make his hair look goofy.”

“First off, Harvard is overrated. Second, I went to Stanford. Winchester tradition. Third, I do not do dumb stuff. I am a gentleman. Fourth-”

“Says the man sucking on his finger,” you said, scrolling through an online clothes page.

“Oh that’s awful,” said Sam, leaning over from nearby. “That sweater is hideous.”

“Says the man wearing that. I swear you two are going to kill me,” you said. He stood your computer and started to type away, immediately on some designer website. “You find something under sixty bucks and I’ll buy it. How about that?”

“Sixty dollars! That’s impossible,” said Sam. You stood up with a smirk.

“I believe in you Sam,” you said. “You’re a Winchester after all.”

You headed down the hall to your room, smirking when Dean was leaning against your doorframe a few seconds later.

“What can I do for you Dean?”

“Well considering I’m apparently prone to do dumb shit…what about indulging in my dumbness?”

“And just what does that mean.”

“You with the Dean guy here?”

“We fool around time to time but we’re free to see other people. It’s not exclusive.” You sat down on your bed and patted the spot beside you. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “You said your parents have a pretty tight leash on you.”

“What my father doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“I see. So. Sam’s on a wild goose chase and the guys won’t be back until tomorrow. You gonna stand there all night or you wanna do something dumb?”

“Oh something dumb for sure.”

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#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn

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justforbooks · 3 months

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Iris Apfel was finally recognised as a great, original fashion stylist in her 80s, when the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum in New York had a sudden gap in its 2005 exhibition schedule. Many curators knew Apfel, who has died aged 102, as a collector stashing away clothes, especially costume jewellery, both couture-high and street-market-low, so the institute asked to borrow some of her thousands of pieces.

When Apfel wore them herself, dozens at a time in ensembles collaged fresh daily, they had zingy pzazz, so she was invited to set up the displays. There was no publicity budget, and her name was modestly known only in the interior decor trade, yet the show, Rara Avis: Selections from the Iris Apfel Collection, became a huge success after visitors promoted it online. It toured other American museums, changing exhibits en route because Apfel wanted her stuff back so she could wear it.

Apfel’s grandfather had been a master tailor in Russia; her father, Samuel Barrel, supplied mirrors to smart decorators; her chic mother, Sadye (nee Asofsky), had a fashion shop. They lived out in rural Astoria, in the Queens borough of New York, where Iris was born.

As a child, her treat was a weekly subway trip to Manhattan to explore its shops, her favourites the junk emporia of Greenwich Village. She was short, plain and, until her teen years, plump, but she had style; and the owner of a Brooklyn department store picked her out of a crowd to tell her so. During the Depression all her family could sew, drape, glue, paint and otherwise create the look of a room, or a person, on a budget of cents – the best of educations.

She studied art history at New York University, then qualified to teach and did so briefly in Wisconsin before fleeing back to New York to work on Women’s Wear Daily. Furniture and fabrics were in short supply during and after the second world war, and Iris began to earn by sourcing antiques and textiles; if she could not find it, she could make or fake it cheaply.

In 1948 she married Carl Apfel, and they became a decorating team: he had the head for business and she the eye. Unable to find cloth appropriate to a period decor, Iris adapted a design from an old piece and had it woven in a friend’s family mill; she and Carl then set up Old World Weavers in 1952, commissioning traditional makers around the globe.

Photographs and home-movie footage from the next four decades showed Apfel, adorned with elan, haggling for one-off items in souks, flea markets and bric-a-brac shops. She is the most decorative sight in each shot, her ensembles put together with complex cadenzas atop an underlying, tailored, structure– they are like jazz – not a statement, but a conversation.

Apfel was the last of those 20th-century fashion exotics who presented themselves as installations. Although she wore a priest’s warm tunic to the White House (President Richard Nixon underheated the place), plus armfuls of cheap African bracelets and thigh-high boots, she was not an exhibitionist like the Marchesa Casati, and, with her vaudevillian comic timing, was far funnier than the imperious Vogue editor Diana Vreeland.

Also, she never ever bought full-price: her many rails and under-the-bed suitcases of couture were sale-price samples, chosen for their cut, fabric, skilled craftwork and colour dazzle (“Colour can raise the dead”). She might wear them over thrift shop pyjamas, or under a Peking Opera costume, with hawsers of necklaces atop. Money could not buy personal style, she said, prettiness withered, beauty could corrode the soul. All that really mattered was “attitude, attitude, attitude”.

Old World Weavers discreetly refurbished the White House under nine presidents, as well as grand hotels and private houses, before the Apfels sold the company in 1992. They retired to a quiet life in their apartment on Park Avenue, New York, its decor an extension of Apfel’s outfits (bad garment choices were cut up for cushions), and in a Palm Beach holiday home where the Christmas decoration collection stayed up all year round, along with cuddly toys and museum-class folk art. Clothes shopping, and the improvisation of an outfit, became Apfel’s daily ritual, as cooking might be to a gourmet.

But after the Met show, and a book, Rare Bird of Fashion (2007), Apfel was back in as much full-time employment as she could manage in her 80s and 90s (she had a hip replacement because she fell after stepping on an Oscar de la Renta gown). She was cover girl of Dazed and Confused, among many other publications, window display artist at Bergdorf Goodman, designer and design consultant – superb on eye-glasses; she wore large, owl-like, frames to stylise her aged face into a witty, unchanging, cartoon.

She took seriously her responsibilities to fashion students on her course at the University of Texas, teaching them about imagination, craft and tangible pleasures in a world of images.

Her career lasted – nothing was ever too late: in 2018, Iris Apfel: Accidental Icon, a book of memoir and sound style advice; in 2019, a contract with the model agency IMG; and last year, a beauty campaign for makeup with Ciaté London. The documentarian Albert Maysles trailed her for Iris (2014), filming this “geriatric starlet” – her term – as she dealt drolly with new high-fashion friends, or laughed at an “Iris” Halloween costume (glasses, a ton of bangles).

She watched as a storage loft of her antique treasures was listed in lots for sale, and as white-gloved assistants from museums that had begged a bequest boxed up her garments; she still had, and wore, the shoes from her wedding. All things, she said, were only on loan in this world, even to collectors. The point was to enjoy them to the full before bidding them good-bye.

Carl died in 2015.

🔔 Iris Barrel Apfel, decorator and fashion stylist, born 29 August 1921; died 1 March 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

#just for books #iris apfel #in memoriam

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amory444 · 11 months

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Random ass pruaus headcanons cause I'm ungrounded in two days, except their super long for no reason

Roderich and Gilbert go to the mall to simply look at stuff but never buy them. If Gilbert wants to buy something he'll have to either have to convince Roderich to buy it for him or steal it, this is all because Gilbert bought something they didn't need once when they were out and now is not allowed to bring his wallet anywhere without intense supervision from Roderich.

Every Halloween they will dress up as fictional couples, be it gay or straight they don't care, Sometimes they even let others decide. It's become a yearly tradition for them, and every year they somehow get weirder than the last. The first year they did this they went out as starfire and Robin and now they're outrageous enough to go as miss piggy and kermit.

Only Roderich knows how to flirt, Gilbert cannot flirt to save his life, Roderich will tease him about it and Gilbert always says he's too good for flirting.

They both avoid the beach at ALL COSTS. Roderich has a crippling fear of the sea and marine animals and Gilbert is just albino. If they want to go swimming it's either a pool or their bathtub, it's unfortunately always the bathtub cause Gilbert turns into a hotdog if he stays for over 3 minutes in the sun and is appalled by the fact that some people bring food and piss in public pools. Roderich is just a hermit who doesn't like being around people, especially when he's half naked.

They both are insecure and will often have cuddling sessions where they just talk about the others features. Roderic lets Gilbert melt into his chest whilst he whispers random compliments, Gilbert goes for a more physical approach but it's still appreciated by Roderich none the less.

Roderich bakes and Gilbert cleans. Whenever Roderich is baking Gilbert prepares himself mentally for the mess he'll have to clean up afterwards. It's worth it though, he only eats Roderich's baking cause it reminds him of home. Roderich also cooks but it doesn't leave too much of a mess since his meals are usually small and simple.

Despite his wallet getting taken away, Gilbert still commissions artists online to draw him and Roderich. Roderich deeply despises this since he thinks it's useless, but he still enjoys the art. Sometimes they get baroque like art that they can spend hours looking at and observing.

They both watch Eurovision together and laugh at the performances, They mostly do it for entertainment but it can also bring them to heated arguments over the result.

Roderich wakes up randomly at night to either smoke or eat and sometimes even both. He'll crawl out of their shared bed and go downstairs to get some food or smoke, Gilbert is a heavy sleeper so he doesn't often wake up when this happens. Gilbert knows about this though but only worries and confronts him about it when he thinks Roderich has been smoking too much. Roderich is trying to stop, but his nickname "the ashtray of Europe" unfortunately still stays with him even though he tries.

They both can waltz and are great at it. They play waltz music in the background while they're relaxing on the patio Incase they wanna suddenly dance, most of the time it's Gilbert who initiates it but Roderich is the one who will convince him to continue. They enjoy how close and intimate they feel and how soothing and relaxing it can even be sometimes, though they also take it too seriously and end up accidentally breaking something.

(that's all unfortunately, my hands hurt and I think my mom knows I took my phone even though I'm not supposed to have it rn)

#hetalia #aph austria #hws austria #axis powers hetalia #roderich edelstein #pruaus #hws prussia #aph prussia

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romirola · 2 years

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Headcanons for the Shaw Pack Members’ Favorite Electric Appliances

David: His slow cooker. David loves the way that using the slow cooker always makes the whole house smell like whatever he is cooking. It was one of the few things of Gabe’s that David kept after the accident. Despite its age, this slow cooker is a steady, dependable appliance. Whenever David uses it, he always thinks of the many times his father would double-check that he had set the slow cooker so that he and David would have a delicious, hot meal for dinner that night. No matter how demanding Gabe’s alpha duties become, Gabe always made it a point to sit down with his son over a nutritious, home-cooked dinner. David always appreciated that, but when he became alpha himself, he realized just how difficult it must have been for his father all those years. He always looks forward to sitting down with Angel and sharing their meal together.

Angel: The shower-speakers. Music soothes Angel’s soul, so as soon as they had a day off from work, they took it upon themselves to buy and to install bluetooth speakers that are safe to use in the shower. Every morning, Angel sets the tone for their day by selecting a playlist (they have MANY) to jam out to as they shower. David claims that the shower-speakers are excessive, but he loves it when he can hear Angel sing along to the songs as he eats his breakfast. As Angel steps out of the shower and joins David in the kitchen, they don’t let on that they notice David humming the tune that had played during their shower while he sips his coffee. Once Angel realizes David is too stubborn to admit that his criticism was hasty and he does, indeed, like the shower speakers, Angel takes it upon themselves to queue up a playlist they made for David for his showers.

Asher: His sunrise alarm clock. Asher is not a morning guy, but as beta, he cannot afford to be late. He sleeps through the radio and the shrill beep-beep-beeps of a traditional alarm unpleasantly jolt him awake so, on a whim, he gives the sunrise alarm clock he sees online a whirl. While getting up in the morning is still not his favorite thing, getting up with a clock that mimics the sunrise helps Asher’s body adjust to wakefulness better than he could’ve imagined. It helps him to feel refreshed, recharged, and ready to take on the day. Asher wonders if his inner-wolf positively responds to the sunrise-effect because it imitates the natural process of daybreak that would greet a wolf in the wild.

Babe: The universal remote. Babe is a big fan of convenience. They love to take every opportunity available to them to save time because they feel like so much of their time is devoted to their work. The more time they save, the more time they can spend with the people they love. With a universal remote, Babe cuts down the chance of having to search through a million remotes to find the right one, which is something they see their friends do all the time. With just one remote, Babe ensures that they’re always ready to accommodate Asher’s ever-changing tastes for movies, streaming services, video games, and more. Plus, with one only one remote, there is significantly more room on the couch available for a pair of snuggly mates.

Milo: His SmartHome app. Milo loves the idea of having everything in his apartment connected to his smartphone. As soon as he heard about all the appliances you could hook up to the app, Milo sat down, installed every single one available, and set them up. No matter where he is, he can always check to make sure the stove is off, answer the door if someone rings the bell, see what Aggro is up to (and give him treats, when Aggro “earns” them), adjust the thermostat, and so many other tasks! Milo makes good use of the thermostat feature, often when he’s on a late-night security job and Sweetheart stumbles home late at night after a double shift. Some nights, they barely have enough energy to make it into the bed and turning down the heat for the night completely slips their mind. The SmartHome app gives Milo the ability to take care of his mate (and Aggro!) even when he’s not there with them. The app helps Milo feel close to his family and allows him to protect them from a distance.

Sweetheart: Their GPS. Sweetheart has an incredibly poor sense of direction. They struggle to get around from place to place, even when it's a place they go every day. Without the GPS, they always joke they’d ‘never get anywhere,’ but for the longest time, no one could really tell because Sweetheart just never went anywhere. Sweetheart enjoys looking back at the history of their searches to check out all the places they’ve been, especially after they met Milo. What was a predictable, repetitive list that primarily consisted of D.U.M.P Headquarters, the grocery store, and their yoga studio became a record of all the places they went with Milo and, eventually, the rest of the pack. The Dahlia Zoo, the cinema, a handful of restaurants, the Art Gallery of Dahlia, and more. Sweetheart is thankful that the GPS liberates them from their endless wrong-turn hell, but they are even more thankful that they now have places to go and people to join them on their journeys.

Darling: Their tablet. Darling has everything they could ever need on their tablet, which they always have with them. They use the tablet to read anything from breaking news to clickbait articles, to listen to music and podcasts, to doodle, and more. Everything on their tablet is precisely labelled, organized, and personalized. It is rare for Darling to have something they can call completely their own, so they cherish their tablet as if it is their territory. When Darling once gave Sam their passcode to check something when they had their hands full, Sam never felt more honored.

Sam: The printer. Sam may loathe technology, but having a home printer is a convenience that even Sam appreciates. He prints out everything. EVERYTHING. Recipes, articles, even stupid buzzfeed quizzes that Vincent insists he takes. Printing things out lets Sam feel like he can participate in the fast-paced world of the internet on his own terms. He takes pride in knowing exactly how to change the ink, to add paper, and to fix a jam. Vincent playfully mocks Sam for preferring hard copies of reading material, but, as Sam often points out, as soon as Vincent needs to sign anything important, he always treks over to Sam’s place to print out the document.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted david #redacted davey #david shaw #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted darling #redacted darlin #redacted sweetheart #redacted sam #sam collins #redacted shaw pack #shaw pack

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losingherface · 1 year

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Bells

ellie x fem reader

Warnings: Some smut, mostly fluff

Info: Ellie and reader have been working all holiday season, when they finally get time off they spend it decorating their apartment.

A/n: Merry Christmas 🎄

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“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the wayyyy” You heard children sing down the aisles of the grocery store. You smiled a bit to yourself, reminiscing on a time when you were once in the choir and sung for the elderly every christmas. Or when you would be with your mom while she was shopping for gifts, singing along to the music.

Now, you were married, your mom lived on the other side of the country and you were too busy for the holidays. Your job was demanding and you were always on call.

This year though, you were in the spirit. No matter how busy you and Ellie were, you promised yourself that you’d make time for something christmasy every evening.

You were shopping for a small christmas dinner. A dinner that would be for you, Ellie, and her father, Joel. You didn’t know how to cook at all, neither did Ellie but you were hoping the recipes online would give you some support.

•

When you got home, Ellie had been cuddled up on the couch rewatching Home Alone again. You smiled at the view, your wife finally relaxing. She had looked up and immediately helped you with the groceries. You tippy toe to peck her lips, aggressively saying ‘Mmm’ right after.

“What’d you buy?” Ellie says looking through the paper bags.

“Christmas food, I wanna make something like how my mom used to. A traditional dinner. How does that sound?”

“Delicious…. I think we’re forgetting some things though.” Ellie looks around the small apartment.

“Oh no.” Worried, you search through the bags thinking about what you possibly left behind.

“No, no. Not the groceries. Our apartment.”

“What about it?” You look around like Ellie is, trying to understand what she’s trying to say.

“We have no tree! No cute little decorations, nothing.”

You pause and stare at the dull apartment.

“Oh shit… yea.”

Ellie nods.

“Well, get a coat on. We’re going shopping.”

•

Ellie hated shopping but since you two were on the hunt for decorations and a tree, she couldn’t resist.

“This one..” She pointed. It was a tree about 8 feet and very bushy.

“It’s pretty but I think you’re forgetting where we live. And I can’t carry that up the stairs.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ellie jokingly flexes her arm muscles.

You smirk before moving down the aisle in search of the perfect tree.

After about thirty minutes, the perfect tree was found. It was about 5 feet, perfectly bushy and adorable.

Soon enough, decorations had been bought and the both of you were ready to get to work back at home.

•

“Ellie, come on. I thought you said you got it.” You shout from the car while watching Ellie struggle to get the tree up the stairs into the apartment.

“Well, can you help?!”

“I gotta get these decorations inside!” You laugh to yourself as she takes a minute to breathe after doing absolutely nothing.

Eventually the both of you got the tree in. Ellie had been too tired to decorate that evening but it was okay, the both of you had a week to get the place decked out. You kissed her forehead before getting ready for bed.

•

Over the next week, Ellie and you spent it decorating the apartment. By the end of the week, you and Ellie lit the fireplace and watched everything lit up at once. It was beautiful. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t stressing about anything.

You rested your head on her chest. It had felt like forever that the two of you had been this close.

She looks down at you positioning herself to give you a kiss on the lips. She can’t reach so instead you sit up, grab her head pulling it closer to you and kiss her all over. This ignited something inside of you.

All of this stress, you hadn’t even noticed you were sexually frustrated. You jump on her, wrapping your legs around her waist as she caresses you all over.

You kiss her aggressively up and down her neck, back to her lips. You pulled away. Ellie tugged at your shirt, trying to help you rip it off but you didn’t need any help. You ripped that shit right off along with your undergarments.

Now completely naked on her, Ellie flips you on your back. Hovering over you, she wraps your legs around her waist. She undresses as well.

Her fingers tease you a bit before making their way inside of you.

“Oh my ..god” You arch your back a bit at the sensation.

Although you and Ellie hadn’t been together this way in a while, she still knew all of your soft spots. She still knew that you loved gripping onto her back and hair as she pleasured you. She loved how loud you had always been.

It was beautiful, honestly. The entire apartment dark with only the fireplace, tree and city view giving light. The two of you on the couch enjoying the night.

It was a christmas you were sure you wouldn’t forget

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The next morning, Christmas Eve, you had overslept a bit later than you wanted to. Ellie had kept you up all night. You were rushing in the small kitchen trying to cook all of these small dishes perfectly. Ellie had only helped a bit but you insisted that she wouldn’t since you wanted to do this by yourself.

It was a small turkey along with some of your favorite dishes. It had taken all morning to get done. Lots of panicking, mistakes, and almost giving up. But gladly you didn’t.

•

The evening approached quickly and Joel was on his way. Even though it was only him coming over, you both still wanted it to be a traditional Christmas. Even if it was just the both of you.

Eventually, Joel arrived. He came in a nice coat and two wrapped presents. Of course, you didn’t forget to buy him a gift. You allow Ellie to take the food out of the oven as you go over to the couch to grab his present.

“Merry Christmas, Joel.” You say, leaning in for a hug while giving him your present.

“Thank you, Y/n. Merry Christmas. Here, a present for you and Ellie.”

“Thanks Joel.”

“Okay, guys food is ready.” Ellie says from the kitchen.

The three of you walk over to the small dining table. It’s decorated with Christmas China, a red cloth and beautiful candles.

When you smelled the air, it smelled like your childhood. Although you hadn’t been celebrating Christmas due to being sucked into the world of being an adult, you felt young again. Your love of Christmas had slowly crept back into your heart and you swore you could’ve cried.

Apologies for any grammar mistakes lol<3

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #christmas #lesbians

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undead-merman · 1 year

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Beelzebub and Belphegor dressing as sexy bunnies with GN-Reader NSFW

Trying the outfits on

You had gotten your hand on some outfits you were sure would fit the twins. You were able to score them online and thought it would be fun to relive those bunny show days but with a lot fewer people around. There were a few modifications making it more like the traditional playboy bunny outfits and enchanted headbands that turn real when placed on with the outfits.

When showing it to the two they both shared a look with their lips pressed tight and Beelzebub looked over it with confusion while Belphgor had a wide grin and called you a pervert as he studied it as well.

Beelzebub was willing to put it on without too much trouble, but if you happened to buy one for yourself Belphegor demanded you put it on as well. If not, well you have to do something nice as well maybe treat them while they dress up and look handsome for you. It’s only fair.

Since the outfits were based on their escapades it did suit them quite well, and you notice how their tights really show off their long legs. And really showed off their asses, despite Belphegor having much less ass than his brother.

But if you have an outfit for yourself they are all over you, Beelzebub blushing and saying just how nice it looks on you while Belphegor is just grinning from ear to ear.

Having A Bit Of Fun

Well if they are dressed up, they might as well have the fun they wanted to have when working those shows. “Well? Do you want to play with some bunnies?” Belphegor likes to tease while showing off the tail for you.

Before you get to anything yet, they both do want to be pet. Nothing lewd or naughty just yet. They just want to feel your hands on their scalp and sensitive rabbit ears.

But once that’s over they’ll pop their cocks out of their tight leotard and expect you to pet their other rabbits. Rub their cocks and they’ll start to lovingly caress you back. Beelzebub trying to elicit moans and please you, unlike his brother who is trying to tease you more and more.

They do come to a point where they nod at each other deciding to take it to the next step. Beelzebub fingers you open and almost sucks your soul out through your sex as Belphegor kisses you, tongue licking over your lips as your head is propped in his soft thighs and his hands move down your body to glide and flutter over your favorite parts.

If you wanted to top, Belphegor shakes his little rabbit ass, tail twitching as you play with it. Beelzebub is willing to let you finger or fuck him with a toy or otherwise but he wants to be close to you, and be able to hold you while that happens.

They do end up going far more times than normal, getting overexcited with the costumes on it seemed to up their sex drive by an incredible amount. Though they absolutely made sure that you felt just as good as they did.

They end up getting you, themselves, the bed, and even some of the floor stick with fluids after your little play session. It’s gunky and the room stinks of sex and of wet fur.

Relaxing After

Beelzebub is always one to quickly clean up a mess even if he’s the one that caused it. Using wet wipes to clean up the nice suits as his twin cuddles you, both of them rest on the ginger’s lap. The bigger of the two going between the task and stroking both of your heads.

Belphegor looks over them and does comment that the demons who enjoyed that show have really keen eyes since they do look nice. Maybe they keep it for future use though only between them. There is no way in hell they are letting the others get blackmail on them.

If you had an outfit they make sure the others can’t get t it as well and they sure as hell would never let the others see you in this. This is a private affair.

But now they are in the mood to go to a petting zoo and Beelzebub wants to go see Marshmallow. Though they’ll wait until you can feel your legs again.

#obey me #omnsfw #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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avastrasposts · 1 year

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MicrosoftFlightSim!Frankie

Inspired by @jazzelsaur idea about Frankie Morales being a hardcore Microsoft Flight Sim player, I wrote this, because Frankie playing MFS has to be canon.

Frankie will take time off work the day the new Microsoft Flight Sim releases, triple checking months in advance to make sure his gaming PC can run the game and make it look epic

He’s been planning for this since the specs were released, saving up to buy new parts for his PC set up, including a yoke, throttle, rudder and pedals. He even replaced his old gaming chair with a better model, second hand on Craigslist.

This is the only game he plays, except for a bit of GTA V that he got online for $10 when Rockstar had a sale.

The day before the launch Frankie will let his friends know he’ll be unavailable for the next few days. Benny totally understands, he will spend days playing UFC on his old Xbox and gives Frankie some healthy gamer snack tips. Will rolls his eyes, the idea of wasting so much time on a game just doesn’t sit right with the more responsible Miller brother. Pope just offers to come over and take you, Frankie’s girlfriend, out for a date, earning him a punch in the arm.

The game releases at midnight but Frankie’s has had it pre-downloaded for two weeks already so he goes to the store and picks up snacks and any caffeinated soft drink he can find. Snacks have to be non-sticky, dry and not greasy. He takes Benny’s advice and prepares apple wedges with peanut butter in advance.

As zero hour approaches Frankie snuggles you and tells you to sleep well while he tucks you into bed, you’re already half asleep, not really caring much about your boyfriend’s sudden crazy behavior.

At ten to midnight he settles in and starts preparing his first flight. He’s had it planned ever since he saw that they were adding the Boeing F/A-18 Super Hornet, the game’s first military fighter jet. He’s always dreamed of flying one.

Finally loading up the game he quickly skips the tutorial, (as if he would need a tutorial), and takes the jet out on the runway. He’s read every manual available about the jet and soon gets the all clear from the tower and takes off. As per usual, Frankie talks to the tower, relaying any information they will need, even though there’s no need for it in the game.

He logs on to Discord and his preferred flight sim channel, logging his flight and setting a course for Japan. He’s always wanted to go to Japan and it’s tradition for him to do a fly-by of Mount Fuji the first time he’s in a new aircraft ever since he got MFS for Windows 95 on sale back in -97.

Hailing other aircrafts as they cross his flight path, he tries to keep his voice low to not wake you up in the next room.

Once he’s done playing with the Hornet (there are no targets to shoot anyway, this is a civilian flight sim), he switches to the new commercial airliner, the Boeing 7847-8 Intercontinental and sets a flight course for New Zealand from Newark, he wants to test his skills and the new PC parts on a really long flight. Plus, it’d be cool to see where they shot the Lord of the Rings.

The next morning you find him asleep in the chair, slumped over the keyboard, headset askew over his head. The plane has crashed somewhere in the Andes.

The next evening you take Pope up on his offer of dinner and a movie, “just as friends” you underline in your text to him, “need to get out of the house while #GamerFrankie gets this out of his system”

#frankie morales #gamer!Frankie #this is now the truth

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madfantasy · 2 years

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Dear Blogging

Hope ur doing well🍀

When I realise my updates are futher apart in time, it makes me sad. I don't have much new to say, I am in the same trance following no time yet feeling every passing second. In progress that I can't feel because of how much I'm used to pain and nothingness. I am okay, finally had the brain power to make words today, the last months were exceptionally difficult as I mentioned the unrelenting near 50° heat. And for the majority of that time I spent it without any means to cool off, which periodically made me sick and kept me in bed too long. Even more bits of my teeth broke off, rendering me unable to smile or eat without jolts of pain. My unstable network provider topping off the misery.

Since I moved to my "sunny room" I couldn't use the net I waste money on for because of the weak signal, so I had not much sources of distractions or solace. Nothing separating me from the continuous good old times; living in absolute isolation. I don't think I have online connections anymore and wouldn't blame anyone for forgetting me. I'm sorry, I feel absolutely disconnected, I don't know what I want or what to do or how to dare be involved. And in all honesty, I am functioning on 1% energy spent on drawing..

I was trying to have a goal to compete that, to keep my faith up and have hope and project it. Wanting a red and black room was one, but I gave up on it because I didn't have enough work to afford it, and really the experience of buying stuff online only to find the advertised color was a lie, specially if its red was a huge waste of time and money. And my guardians fed up with me asking them to return things, ungraciously. I liked my room eventually

After prolonged periods of depression, I found myself longing for my traditional art, flicking through my old diary. I craved to return able to draw on paper again, and the few times I tried, memories, good and bad gushed through. Relived again how it was to draw in secret and to love things you are constantly told are not for you or called it not natural and be punished severely for.. just made me cry over how culture always just hurt for the sake of hurting and uses religion as a loose cape, mourning them using it to exclude while it was something aimed to be harmonious with all and they never focus on being actual good people over keeping appearances.. for the longest time making me wonder if something was actually wrong with me beyond just being different than them.. now there's plethora of mental things thanks to their abuse. Starting with my inability to look at people without feeling quick to panic discomfort. Making me see this isolation as they say, a "blessing in disguise ". I don't know how to take that as, tbh, I still to this day get nightmares of when I used to live in big houses with multiple families, or the endless schools I went to.

I started drawing on paper bit by bit. The minute I find myself overwhelmed I stop. With time I felt I can enjoy it again, and recalled all what passer through my mind as kid, how I fantasised of owning the chunkiest coloring tin or the thickest drawing paper. So decided to get sketchbooks and notebooks and try everything new, I didn't care

I didn't know where to start, so I got randomly selected sketchbook and one lockable journal, so I can hopefully write diary again like i used to. I show everything i get to them but already Guardians couldn't help themselves and flick though it, I didn't say anything but my inside automatically clinched and turned into an angry imp snatching to have it back, like i used to actually react when they searched my school things for doodles.

I changed the lock c:

I learned of the existence of more mechanical pencil sizes so I got every possible one, carefully not breaking my law of owning only red and black things, hehe. Also some essentials so my guardians won't comment on my spending ways. Like a tooth brush, and the best bonnet ever. I also got myself a backpack for my pen people to live in, for the longest time I wanted a shark backpack but this one just screamed Mani (it was cheaper 😝). As kid I had a red bag with snoopy's face on it, it was my literal safe zone that I carried it everywhere, pretended to travel in cardboard boxes with and had many garbage things stored in it that ment something dear to me, already that blissful feeling is regenerated when i wore it. And hopefully next month I get work to buy colors..

I got my eyes on those atm

(Also something funny, I can promise you I got the talk about devil worship from them for getting horns, and here's the thing; they know about the actual sketchy devil worship practices, its a common knowledge in our surroundings. To me, having red horns it felt Mani like, style euphoria, I love being a polite naughty gentlethem and that spoke of it clearly to me so I didn't care too much)

I also in my careless defiance rush, bought a shoulder- abaya that resembles more of a cloak, to me at least. To help dim my dysphoria even for the tiniest bit and maybe give me one point of courage to want to go out when possible. 'Cause the only thought i have when I'm out is absolute fear, or brain blanking out on me and i freeze in my place

I was stressed for so long that they might fight me on it because they never allowed me to wear but the cover ups of their choice from the dark ages, one I could not walk in or see where I was headed in (i actually wear glasses to see), but I presented it to them and I don't think they noticed.

Maybe now i can feel comfortable in it, throughout the years I never really adjusted to wearing it— having almost no occasion to leave the house 3/4 of my life. It was never something i felt connected to, been only a reminder of pure shame and embarrassment. From the very first day I started to cover my face at middle school, was forced to do that the day before, non of my guardians taught me how to wear it. And the minute it fell from my face thanks to my clumsy attempts at tying it, my face was welcomed with— not the fresh air and 4k sight clarity, but a slap that knocked me back into the car. Followed by an entire hysterical berating, calling me a sl*t and what have you, for everyone who was dropping their kids to see and hear.

I didnt know it at the time, but i was also mocked of how I wore it many times by my peers, while some took petty on me and dressed me themselves. I merely envied those foreign students who wore it just to follow the school rules and offed it the minute they got into their cars to leave. I still have no answer to what I truly want, and thats okay..

I forgot to mention how they can be super pricy, so I got the cheapest I could, resulting it being thick, strings jutting everywhere, way too big on me and all of its buttons fell. So I had to do some long hem shortenings and buttons sewing, I think I started to like it

I now just need someone to hold my hand and never let go, to take me to the hospital and hypothetically be my voice till mine return... manifesting

Oh and i did drew alot of snarry cuz it was my only cure during this time of dissociative routine, ofc endless of sketches that did not make it and 2 did, and still more to come hopefully when I continue to feel better

I wish you all the best in this world my dears, your burdens ease and your heart beats with your desires met , mani loves you ❤️‍🔥🍀🕊🙏

24.6.2022

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chroniclesofrain · 9 months

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"Gen-Z Diaries: Navigating Daily Life in the Digital Age"

Looking back at my daily routine, I can't help but admit how deeply technology has embedded itself into my daily existence. As an individual living in the digital age and a part of Generation Z, I was born with technology all around me. It's just the way life has always been for me.

How I start my day

I begin my day by waking up to the sound of my smartphone's alarm. When the loud alarm on my phone goes off, it signals my brain that I should start my day. I remember my mom once described how she would set an alarm on an actual clock. But now, traditional alarm clocks are a thing of the past since smartphones have these kinds of applications built-in to make life more convenient.

Productivity and academic

After getting myself ready for the day, I dive into working on the stuff I need to get done––academic or chore. My phone, tablet, laptop, and several software programs have evolved into my go-to working tools. For instance, Canvas, Gmeet, Gmail, and Zoom are examples of collaborative technologies that have changed the way I communicate with friends, peers, and family. Despite remotely studying and not personally seeing my blockmates and friends, technology brought connectivity to my life. Fortunately, whenever we have onsite classes, navigating or GPS applications direct me through my commute. Generally, It shows me real-time updates on traffic as well as suggestions on faster routes to avoid heavy traffic.

Primary health companion

Whenever I have extra time on my hands, I try my best to work out. Recently, I got a smartwatch with a fitness tracker app, and it has been nudging me to stand on my feet and move. Consequently, I found myself prioritizing my well-being and moving more often since it amazes me whenever it displays my progress.

Entertainment

Aside from working out, streaming movies is what keeps me busy. Streaming services such as Netflix and Disney+ have given me endless options of content to explore and watch. Furthermore, online shopping has also become a part of my regular activity. Admittedly, the ease of browsing for the items I need, adding them to my cart, and having them delivered right in front of my door amazes me. Additionally, mobile banking and cash app wallets such as Gcsh made managing finances easier. Generally, it eases the way I pay for the items I buy online or whenever I forget to bring cash with me.

Bedtime

As the day draws to a close, I get ready before retiring to my bed. I then turn on a decent film or television show that will help me relax and easily sleep. Last but not least, I always make sure my alarm is set so I won't be late for my day tomorrow. And that's how my day-to-day activities go.

Technology has transformed how I manage my daily routines, but sometimes, I can't help but ponder and miss the days when technology was only a form of entertainment for me. Although it served as my timekeeper, guide, and connection to the outside world that brings convenience, efficiency, connectivity, and such, I always remind myself not to be overdependent on technology.

#Technology #Life #Gadgets #GenZ

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