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kimberulez · 7 months
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love their halloween costumes sm, had to draw em
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neechees · 6 months
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In my rereads of Memoirs of a Geisha (Id read it first when I was a teenager, before i knew the author had stolen the life story of Mineko Iwasaki) I'd realized just how misogynist the story is. One of the glowing reviews of the book is that the author was praised for writing such an "accurate" and sensitive portrayal of a female character, but then all her relationships with women are portrayed as catty & negative while all her most positive relationships are with men that she looks on fondly, even when theyve been nothing but shitty to her. All the women in her life are either abusive bullies from the start, or good ones that turn sour where they betray her in some way, & her whole sphere of women is just catty & superficial & mean.
& Golden even wrote in negative relationships where in Iwasaki's life (the source that he was stealing from), they were POSITIVE ones for her
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kinos-fortress-2 · 30 days
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puts finger in the air
merasmus is the ex girlfriend of dr orpheus
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sootburs9000 · 1 year
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i saw your doing art prompts so I have one c!emeraldduo as animal crossing characters :D
SOBBING FUCKING BLESS UR HEART 4 ASKING THE BEST FUCKING CHOICE EVER
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also the rest om sbi & sm ocs r soon 2 fllw & will b rendered bc vtuber au begun w/ me & my blorbo bingus fren
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yther · 6 months
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to those that stay entwined with grief and mourning, there are only days of dying
I want to make the world softer
I want my kindness to be reciprocated by others
I want to be around *good* people - people good to me and for me. people good to animals, people who protect others
I want to feel free from persecution, I want to feel safe in a bedroom. in a neighborhood where people want me dead
I want this...this prank crime tournament joke to end.
Henceforth this is truth.
To Make it So, meesa has.
(I want photoshop to work!!! picard as yoda if yoda were also a gungan)
ahahaaaa 30 tag limit tangential diatribe abt my qualms
#to press or not to press#charges#to tip or not to tip faa about potentially dangerous personnel - current first officer of delta's regional carrier as far as I know#who do you call to ask who to call about that LOL#I want safety for all and justice of all#being a human with morals AND awareness of ethics is hard dealing with the internet / ai generative content / a conspiratorial gaggle of#these ridiculous “frenemies” that play the long con#NTS - Lt made a pumpkin patch fun festival thing rushed/anxious/unfun and he has always been manipulative and passive aggressive#tldr family annihilator vibes and if he started this He Is. and I should be thankful I only got retribution from escaping before he had any#more power over me and my life because clearly he is unstable - beyond impulsive#he is calculating and cruel#idk if the faa cares but just like the ol' boys the way they talk about PAX (passengers) as like animals and joke about messing with people#it hits different when a 25yo did The Grind for 1.5k hours and is The Golden Boy....who catfishes people and stole my data. previously tried#to ruin a marriage by catfishing a married man#does the industry really trust and rely on people with extreme repressed anger because BTW pax will suffocate and die when oxy masks#don't work because pilots have their own independent system and if it goes to shit#oxygen DOES NOT flow thru the mask until altitude is down#he's one of those people who is perfectly calm until they silently implode and I feel like he'd be suicidal over homicidal when he snaps#but for a pilot same difference#what if trying to get an RO or any legal action endangers 70+ human lives? what if NOT reporting bipolar/schizo-affective pilot who won't#get mental health help because the diagnosis ruins careers so pilots are “don't ask don't tell” about psych issues#what if NOT saying something when I've seen “”something“” costs lives one day?#jesus christ y'know this is insane#the stalking the harassment the identity theft the disseminating of stolen private data#someone fucking broke into my house#the retaliation and blackmail for escaping has lead to an online army telling me to kill myself if I want ever really get away#I feel like this person - my bias aside - is the perfect example of why psych evals are worthless --- unless they screened RLY prejudicially#otherwise an excellent or compulsive liar (WHO CAN'T EVER SPELL “DEFINITELY” I SEE U BOY) is just proving their excellence in lying...and#I know being able to avoid panic by lying convincingly is a huge asset for pilots and that mindset can be be very helpful#but high achieving and highly competitive (in secret) people... of a demographic that has most expensive car insurance because Risk Assessed
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lina-lovebug · 3 months
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I'd Fight The Devil
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Alastor x fem! reader
Background: (Y/N) is the elder Morningstar, and wants to fix her relationship with her dad. But her dad hates her boyfriend.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Finale
Allusions to sex, actual sex, angel being angel, and cannibalism
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Angel spit out his drink, "You're with Alastor?!"
"Yeah, thoughts?"
"And prayers, girl," Angel could never imagine a sweet girl like (Y/N) getting it on with the Radio Demon himself.
But everyone has their kinks, he supposed.
Alastor manifested behind her, and she immediately felt his presence. Pressing herself against him, he leaned into her warmth and kept his arms around her shoulders.
"How was your day, mon amour?"
"It'll be even better," She trailed off, turning around to face him, "when we meet my dad for dinner."
Silence.
And not even radio silence.
"Not to be rash, but I'm sure your father would sooner see my head on a pike than on my body," Alastor adored the fact that she was mending their bond, even more so when Lucifer makes the effort.
But announcing their relationship to him?
He could see it ending in flames.
"I know you two don't get along, but I thought a nice dinner might smooth things over."
"And if he disapproves of us?" He lifted her head upwards with his finger, bemused as to what her answer may be.
"Then he'll have to get used to it," (Y/N) replied, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine.
Only a feeling that the she-devil he was utterly obsessed with could provide.
"Ugh, can you guys go fuck somewhere else?" Angel said, "or at all? I can't imagine going a lifetime without dick."
Alastors eye twitch, "now that's our business, isn't it?"
"Okay, okay," Charlie spoke up, "you guys go get ready."
Charlie couldn't help but notice the change in Alastor. It had only been a few months, but being in her sisters presence alone has made him kind. Sure, the both of them would skin someone alive over an insult, but Alastor would rip out his own eyes if (Y/N) asked.
A perfect match.
(Y/N) dawned a black dress with a pearl necklace that Alastor bought for her. Well, she thinks he bought it but he actually stole it off of a fresh kill.
How sweet.
"Pumpkin! Oh look at you! You're as radiant as ever!" Lucifer fawned over his daughter as they made it to the restaurant, making it a point to ignore the red demon behind her.
"Catching strays?" Lucifer gestured to him.
"Lovely to see you again," Alastor retorted.
"Dad, why don't we go inside? And Alastor will be joining us," now, Lucifer didn't forget what he said. He recognized that the fearsome deer demon had the intention of claiming Princess (Y/N) as his own, but did his daughter return such feelings?
Honestly, Lucifer feared that.
Not it being Alastor persay, but his little girls being hurt.
He knew how awful it felt to go through the divorce with Lilith, and then her disappearance.
He didn't ever want his daughters to feel that way.
"So, Alastor, what do you do again?"
"I have a radio broadcast. Your daughter has actually helped me repair the studio after the attack," He laid his land on hers.
And Lucifer picked up Alastors hand.
And placed it away from hers.
"Uh, dad-"
"Look, if you two are fucking, don't tell me."
"Dad!" Her face burned red, "we aren't-that's not. . .I love Alastor, and he loves me. I want you to accept us both."
"Love? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Pumpkin, I don't think-"
"I'm not a little kid," She interrupted, "I'm a grown woman, and I'm able to make my own decisions. I want to be with Alastor because I love him. You may not think I know what love is, but I know it's what I feel with Alastor."
That's when he saw it.
That look.
Whilst (Y/N) was defending herself, defending their love, Alastor looked at her. Only her. And it was like he was staring at the nebula itself, seeing all its beauty in the Heir of Hell. His smile faltered, closing his mouth, and his eyes softened.
It's the same look that he used to give Lilith.
"If I ever hear that you've made her cry, or even laid a single hand upon her," Lucifer stared him down, "I'll make you disappear."
"A man true to his word. Looks like we have something in common," Alastor agreed, his hand back on hers. She gave him a smile, one that reminded him of Lilith.
The rest of dinner went off without any incidents. The small jab here and there, but no one died, and no one was stabbed. Lucifer learned more about his daughters business and how she lit up talking about it.
"You hardly ate, Alastor. Is something wrong?" (Y/N) asked when her father went to the restroom.
"Oh no, my dear. Just hungry for something else, is all," His eyes raked up her form, earning a cough from the she-devil.
Honestly, she didn't know where he was on his spectrum. She was fine never even being intimate, so long as he was happy, but this spark in his eyes lit a fire within her.
"O-oh. . .are you sure?" Believe it or not, (Y/N) had only had sex twice and both times she'd call it lackluster.
"I don't want you to force yourself if you don't want to," oh how innocent she was. Honestly, Alastor assumed he was aroace before he met the she-devil. Her ferocity - her chaos in fights, her genuine kindness, and her soul - itself brought out that spark.
There are moments where the carnal desire needs to be satisfied.
"Mon cher, I'd never ask if I didn't mean it."
That look, it made her softly gasp.
"Alast-"
"Ew."
Right.
Lucifer.
He showed up from his restroom break and found the pair giving eachother "fuck me" eyes.
"Could I eat my dinner without you groping my child?" Lucifer hissed, despite Alastor only touching her hand.
He blinked, thinking how he's never even groped a woman.
"Maybe."
Sick bastard.
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"Fuck! Alastor!"
(Y/N) had never cum before, so Alastor being her first to ever do so and smiling away at her quivering legs made it so much better.
"Oh fuck. . ." She moaned weakly, his tongue slithering in and out of her to lick up every last drop.
"Al. . ." She was breathless, staring at his strained member. Reaching up to unzip his pants, he tutted as he grabbed her wrist.
"Al?"
"It's about you. Don't worry about me, amour," He purred, kissing the bite marks on her thighs.
"But you-"
Before she could detest further, wishing to satisfy him, the door opened.
"Oh my God, they were right! Alastor, you sly dog," Angel Dust was at the door, and Alastor quickly covered his beloveds' body with the covers before his horns started to grow and his back stretched.
"I'm going to kill you."
"Not before you make love to me, you're not," still in his demonic form, (Y/N) blew a gust of wind to slam the door shut.
Her body displayed on the bed, Alastor agreed.
"And stay in that form. It suits you."
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theaterism · 1 year
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At this point, it's only customary for the triplets' presents to simply appear on their bedsheets. They are wrapped securely and carefully, but other than that, they are not meant to be hidden.
Victor's present is a little box, wrapped in cat paw paper. Inside is... the familiar shape of three tiny pumpkins. The gifter muse think they are being funny. In the middle of the pumpkin-circle, either a decoration or a summoning ritual, is a small, blue-yellow toy camera. From its size to the colours, it's evident the item was made for toddlers. It can hold a reasonable number of tiny photographs anyway. With this, the gifter definitely thought themself a comedian.
Charlie's gift is flat but cute, the paper printed blue with clouds and suns. Once unwrapped, the receiver would find a variety of embroidered fabric patches. There were several flower patches, as well as a rabbit and a butterfly, and a star in pink, purple and blue. Buried alongside the patches were several paperclips decorated with funny wooden animals. It was almost as if the gifter had plucked them out of their respective boxes as they went without looking back (or towards the cashier).
Finally, Foxtrot's gift was wrapped in midnight blue and snowflakes, though even flatter than Charlie's. The gift itself was folded paper. The top side read, "Text me as you go."
Once spread out, the receiver would find himself looking at a map, whose careful inks and familiar architecture would lead anyone to identify it as the inside of the Twilight Theater. At least, it was the rooms and halls known to the duo, particularly the ones that stayed where they'd found them and were not as securely locked.
Of course, as with any treasure map, most rooms bore gifts.
Several of them were spread out in the auditorium. The map gave hints for how to reach each one in the shape of doodles and exclamation points, so they would eventually lead the land pirate to finding an overly fluffy fox keychain, a pin of a menacing-looking goat man, another pin of a booing ghost where their sleeping bags had once been, and a bag of caramel popcorn bearing a glittery star sticker.
One of the rooms required experience in lockpicking. The items was hidden well, but the hints were just as helpful---it was hidden inside a potted plant, a tiny shopping cart meant for storage. What sort of storage would be tiny enough to fit was up to the receiver.
Finally, in the break room, there was something tucked beneath a plate. The map would not specify which, and the doodles were certainly not in par with Charlie's, so it required more luck than skill to find the slip of paper under the heap of freshly-baked christmas cookies. It was... a coupon. An apple cider coupon. The entire thing was obviously handmade, with clipped pieces of actual café menus slapped beside Wren's spacy handwriting. The location read "theater kitchen". It bore the same marking as all other gifts on the map, despite not having been drawn on the map itself.
And, predictably, Wren occupied the kitchen themself, two steaming mugs of apple cider on the kitchen counter.
They were sat on the table when he came in, phone in hand and legs swaying. The grin they wore when they saw his face was as warm as their homemade drinks. "There he is. How'd you find the present hunt, hm? Birthday boy?"
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Victor discovered his gift first. A smile tugged at his lips at the paw-print wrapping paper, though he couldn’t stifle a weary sigh when he uncovered the pumpkins. And… a tiny camera? In distinctly toddler-like colors. Victor hummed and took an experimental picture of Juliet as she bapped a pumpkin with her paw. The camera worked. True, it radiated mischief, yet he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
He left his siblings’ presents untouched for them to find later, not wanting to spoil the surprise.
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Charlie’s eyes widened when she saw the present on her bedsheets. Just like last year. She resisted her eagerness to tear it open and unfolded the wrapping carefully instead, intending to preserve some of the cute paper. Perhaps for a scrapbooking project.
The actual contents of the gift delighted her even more. She traced her fingers over the embroidered patches, beaming as she admired their shapes and the meaning behind their colors, already imagining the clothing she might adorn with them. Amusement glimmered in her eyes at the paperclips as well. Her mind brimmed with ideas for where to use them.
She considered hiding Foxtrot’s gift or peeking inside it somehow, curious about its flatness. In the end, she abandoned it in favor of hurrying down the stairs to show off her patches to other theater workers.
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Foxtrot spotted his present last, though he guessed its gifter in a heartbeat and grinned at the thought of them sneaking it onto his bed. But what was the oddly-shaped gift? He removed the lovely wrapping to reveal the paper within, and excitement sparked within him as he unfolded it. A treasure map. A treasure map of the theater, to be precise, its lines tracing familiar rooms and halls inside the building. The rooms and halls he’d explored with Wren.
Text me as you go, Wren had requested. And Foxtrot did, a message following each discovery:
‘a fox! must be warm with so much fluff’
‘goatman’s real but much tinier than i expected’
‘a ghost as well! the theater IS hauntsd’
‘what do you call popcorn in a play?’
‘propcorn’
A longer pause to allow time to focus on lockpocking. After the entry and subsequent search:
‘ah my fox army can use this shopping cart in battle’
And finally, when luck favored him and he uncovered the slip of paper beneath the plate of cookies:
‘can i save this coupon after using it? it’s the best ive ever gotten’
This last text conveyed more sincerity, Foxtrot’s appreciation for the treasure hunt shining through his jests. Each inside joke reminded him of their many adventures and misadventures. He recognized the thought and effort Wren had put into all these gifts, and warm gratitude bloomed in his chest.
When he entered the kitchen at last and saw Wren waiting for him, he beamed at them. He’d begun the hunt as soon as he found the first clue, forgetting to bring a bag or a jacket with pockets, so he carried the gifts in his arms. Bits of his sweater peeked through the jumbled items — a pattern of foxes in Christmas hues chased each other across the knitted material. It looked a bit silly. A lost bet with Charlie had doomed him to wear it the whole day.
A question. The present hunt was wonderful. “You’re wonderful,” tumbled from his lips first instead, just as sincere. “It was all wonderful, really.” A flush still burned his cheeks from the ‘birthday boy’ comment, yet Foxtrot couldn’t shake his smile. It had been a marvelous birthday quest — especially upon seeing the steaming mugs on the counter and finding Wren themself, his favorite fellow land pirate and the true treasure at the end of the search. “Sorry if I kept you waiting long. Slowing down in my old age and all.”
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mykoreanlove · 9 months
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fitting room.
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“Wait – you want to come inside with me?!”
Panic flooded your whole body as you realized that Felix was about to enter the fitting room with you. He smiled at you broadly: “Of course pumpkin! I want to see how you look in those clothes.”
Your boyfriend, whom you started dating a couple of weeks ago, took you out shopping on this warm summer night. You welcomed the idea as you loved spending time with him, but you dreaded the thought of him seeing you change.
“Wait… don’t you want me to come with you?”
His pained expression tore your heart apart. Of course, you wanted to be with him. If it was up to you, you would spend every minute of your day with him. This dark-haired personification of sunshine stole your heart the minute he smiled at you.
But you were hesitant at the idea of him coming with you into the monstrous invention that were fitting rooms. Those small spaces always made you feel insecure and ugly. The bright lightning highlighted all the parts of your body that you wanted to hide so badly. You had no intention of taking him with you in there.
Felix noticed the war you fought internally, so he grabbed your hands and squeezed them, hoping to distract your inner monologue. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
His eyes held so much compassion for you, he was dearly worried about your well-being. Realizing how much he cared for you made you beyond happy. You took a deep breath before confessing your insecurities to him. “I don’t want you to see me change…”, you mumbled silently.
Felix frowned as he did not understand your discomfort. “But why? It’s nothing I haven’t already seen, pumpkin.” He smiled again, hoping you would make it make sense to him.
You huffed out in despair: “Lix, those fitting rooms are every woman’s worst nightmare. They are super narrow so of course you naturally feel like a fat giant. And that hospital lightning – I mean you will see every lump, every dimple and all of my stretch marks. I don’t want you to see my flaws.”
Felix had wondered why you would always turn off the lights when you got intimate with him, but he never dared to ask. He fought his own self love battles a long time ago, but the memory of the shame that came with it was still fresh in his mind.
He never wanted to rush you, but he just did. Guilt was flooding his body as he saw what his careless remarks did to you.  Felix squeezed your delicate hands again and apologized.
“Pumpkin, I am sorry. I had no idea you felt that way about your body. Just so you know I don’t agree with you, but I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want. Go ahead and change, I’ll wait over there with the other boyfriends.”
He was about to turn around when you stopped him. “Lix, wait!” Felix turned around and looked at you guessingly. You had never been with someone like Felix before – someone that understood you and let you breathe. You were used to guys that criticized or ridiculed you for your body, so you never had the courage to open up to them.
But not with Felix – it was as if he grasped your every concern with his whole being. You felt safe with him, so you tried to show him more of your vulnerable side. You grabbed him by his hand and ushered him into the next dressing room.
It was just as you had dreaded – narrow, brightly lit and full of mirrors positioned on every side. You watched yourself mortified before your gaze landed on Felix.
Felix, who was looking at you as if you put the stars in the night sky. Felix, who hugged you from behind and whispered into your ear: “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, pumpkin. Because you’re marvelous.” He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek. His love gave you the courage to undress in front of him.
And now you were standing in this small space, exposed in nothing but your underwear, displaying all of your flaws to your godlike built boyfriend. Your bravery ended at stripping down though; you couldn’t face him right now. You felt Felix’ hands caressing your hips and crossing in front of your stomach as his soft lips found your ear. “Now tell me, baby, where exactly are all those flaws you mentioned?” You felt your cheeks fill with heat as you sensed his hot breath on you. “Well for starters, you’re holding one of my flaws right now.”
This was killing you. Your insecurities were eating you from the inside. You already started imagining the worst he could say. “You’re right, y/n. Your stomach is horrific. Why won’t you lose some weight? It’s not that hard.”, followed by him looking at you disgusted and leaving the fitting room.
Felix’ snort let you come back to reality.
“You think this”, he was applying pressure on your stomach as he was talking, “you think this is a flaw?” You nodded your head in agreement. “Oh pumpkin, you little fool.”
Felix turned you around and got down on his knees. Looking up at you he flashed you a warm smile before pampering your stomach with sweet kisses. His actions made you laugh, so you ushered him to stop. “Lix, what the hell, stop.”, you giggled in front of him. He had a devilish smirk on his lips as he looked up at you again.
“I love your stomach, y/n. I love how it holds all of your organs for you. I love how it lets you eat and digest and breathe in deeply. I love how it looks. I love your little navel. I love to kiss it. I love to lay my head on it. I love feeling it rise with every breath. I really, really love your stomach, pumpkin.”
Tears started to form in the brink of your eyes. No one had ever adored your stomach like that, not even yourself.
“What else?”, he whispered. You took a deep breath before pointing out the stretch marks on your hips. “I hate them.”
Felix’s hands landed on your hips again. He was tracing the outlines of your stretch marks, touching the skin cautiously. “Maybe I shouldn’t call you pumpkin anymore.”
Panic arose in your body once more. You knew it. You were disgusting. Of course, he wouldn’t want to be with someone like you. The tone of his voice getting more playful with every touch: “Maybe I should call you tiger instead. Look at the swings of those lines, they are impeccable!”
You felt like an idiot. Here you were being worshipped by your perfect boyfriend, yet you played out one worst case scenario after the other. You looked down at Felix as you grabbed his dark hair, pulling at it lightly. His eyes sparkled with desire for you, they always did. “Where else, baby?”
With a heavy heart you turned around. You grabbed your ass and squeezed it lightly for him to examine. “Do you see all this cellulite?” Due to the many mirrors in the stall, you were able to see Felix’ expression firsthand. His eyes wide from excitement, his tongue licking his lips and hands ready to grab your ass, as well.
“Babe, all I see is your fantastic bubble butt. Do you really think I care about cellulite?” He squeezed your butt eagerly which caught you by surprise. You squeaked and jumped up, only to land in his arms again. He joined in on your laughter and held you close.
“Y/N, I think you’re beautiful. Like all of you is beautiful. I understand that it’s hard to see your body go through changes as you get older but that’s not a bad thing. Baby, you get to get older, not everyone does.” You shared an intimate look with each other in the mirror in front of you.
„Why don’t you think of age as levels? With each passing year you get up one level in the game of life. And getting dimples or stretch marks means you get to wear a new armor. Isn’t that exciting?”
You loved the way he saw life. You knew that his mindset was built on many hours of struggle and hard work, which made you love him even more. You still looked at him in the mirror, but this time you smiled. A whole genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, as well. Felix smiled back at you before ushering you to move your head. “Gimme a kiss, pumpkin.”
You two kissed, tenderly and sweet, while being embraced in the small confines of the dressing room. “Now, will you put on the clothes we’ve picked out for you? I wanna get out of here and show you how much I adore your body in private.” He smirked one last time before kissing you again.
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mintys-playarea · 6 months
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RUGGIE B. W A DUNCE! PLAYING! LOVER!
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You had no idea how you were able to get a man such as him to fall in love with you. He was clever, sweet, a great cook, and an absolute cutie... Ruggie was yours and you were his!
You had many flaws. You weren't very smart, you had tendencies to mess with people... The list could go on. Yet he still loved you.
It was a cool, autumn day. Warm colored leaves fell from trees, leaving the courtyard a blend of reds, browns and oranges. There were plenty students walking and talking happily along with one another, the smell of pumpkin spice wafting in the air. Though you were relatively uninterested before... A particular student has caught your eyes. It was none other than the Azul Ashengrotto walking around, promoting his most recent sale for the Mostro Lounge... This was the perfect opportunity.
The leaves crunched beneath your shoes as you tapped his leg, your icy cold hands sneaking up his pant leg and touching his warm calf. He shivered with a loud yelp, immediately turning around to find no one there. You were hiding behind a nearby tree. You weren't hidden well of course, but Azul couldn't see you. He shook his head, sighing and brushing it off as the wind. As he continued to promote the sale, you snuck up on him again. You tapped his leg the same way as before, except... You weren't fast enough this time. He kicked you and hoisted you up with stern eyes.
"Do you understand how disrespectful you are?!" Azul screeched. He clearly disliked getting his legs touched like that.
You sputtered trying to come up with an excuse, panicking as you see the Leech twins starting to come into view. You squirmed as Azul held still and started walking.
"Excuse me boys, but may you help hand out flyers for me as i return this rascal to their owner? They were very disrupting to me, we wouldn't want that happening with to another," Azul had a slight pout as he continued walking. He muttered something to himself quietly before going into the Savannaclaw mirror.
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Leona sighed as he saw Azul waltz up to him. "And how am i responsible for the herbivore??" He said with a tired look.
"Well, aren't they always over here? I'd assume it's because they have something with you?" Azul responded, almost annoyed with the fact he had to speak with Leona.
"No... You'd have to find Ruggie. He's— Right here," Leona groaned before returning to his room.
"Oh, hey there Az! Whatcha doin' here? And why do ya got lovebug there?" Ruggie commented on you being carried by Azul like a critter he finds dirty.
"I found.. er.. Lovebug messing with me during my promotion for the new Mostro Lounge sale... So you're the one taking care of.. this thing?"
"Aye, they're person, you know! Not just a 'thing.' But yes, i am in charge of taking care of Lovebug."
"I'll just hand them over already... You should really keep a watch on them. They're probably going to cause a big problem if you dont." Azul shook his head before leaving Savannaclaw finally.
"So... Lovebug, what was that about?"
You pulled out a to-go box of fresh food. Food you stole from Azul. A goofy smile spread across your face.
"Ahh... I see! I've trained you well... You deserve a treat for that!" Ruggie smiled along with you, bringing you into the kitchen.
"I know ya may not be tha brightest sometimes, but you're a sneaky lil' thang fo'sho! Here, ya wanna help bake some cookies to go with that meal?"
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TAGS!!: @cheezy-moon
A little note on how the tagging system works:
If I know you like a character and I end up writing for it, I'll tag you in it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠`⁠*⁠)
Also, I have no clue what to put for name replacements so... I'll just do pet names! :D also I wanted to keep this in second person, but I kept it gn when I had to use the pronouns (*⁠´⁠∀⁠`*⁠)
I also forgot how the mirrors work (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and I gave ruggie a special way of talking! I like writing him speak like that :3
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igotanidea · 11 months
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Caught: Jason Todd x fem!reader
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Summary: Jason and fem!reader spending the night at Roy's place and poor Lian walks in on something that a little kid should not see (or even hear....)
Warning: SMUT!! MINORS DNI! (make reasonable choices please!)
@parkjammys, @jasontoddsthickbabe @gone-batty-fics I take the liberty of tagging you, lmk if you want to be removed from the tag list :D
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Hanging out at Roy’s place was a mix of different emotions for both Jay and Y/N.  Watching their friend fulfilling the role of a father was something they couldn’t wrap their heads around. Who would have thought that this rough, argumentative, former Green Arrow sidekick could be so…. gentle and caring.
At the beginning Jay would tease Roy about it, but soon Lian stole his heart completely. As an effect, it was Y/N who teased Jason about going soft, so he just had to stop his actions, cause it was becoming unbearable.
The fact was nonetheless, that everyone just loved Lian. She was such a nice kid, so how could one possibly not? And those feelings were mutual on little girl’s part, especially with Y/N. Every time the older girl came by, Lian just wanted the full attention, telling Y/N stories, giving her pictures she drew, asking for stories and entertainment. And she got it all and more. It was just so hard to deny that poor soul abandoned by her mother.  Surprisingly, it was Roy who tried his best to make his daughter stick with some basic rules.   Like sleeping time.
“Ok, I think it’s time to get some rest, little one.”
The four of them were currently sitting by the table, playing some board game, Lian taking honorary place at Y/N’s knees, hugged tightly, secured and loved and enjoying it beyond recognition. Her wide smile was speaking for itself. But the wide yawning and eye rubbing was a sign of something else and Roy learned how to read the signals.
“But, daddy…..” Lian whined and pouted “I want to stay….. it’s so nice here with aunt Y/N and uncle Jay…..”
“I know, love, but you know the drill. 9 p.m. is bedtime.”
“I’m not…..” she yawned again and it was just so heartwarming Roy found his will crumbling “tired” her little fists travelled up as she rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner.  “Please…..”
“Hey there, little one.” Y/N smiled down at her and bopped her nose playfully “you gotta listen to your dad. He’s older and ….”
“Sure as hell he’s not smarter” Jason smirked and threw a glance at his best friend.
“Stop undermining my position.” Roy hissed becoming a bit red on the face. “
“Before I was so rudely interrupted…..” Y/N cut their bantering, her attention traveling back to Lian ” I was going to say that he cares for you, pumpkin. It’s all for your good, you know. One day, when you’re older you will understand it.”
“But…..”
“I can tuck you in.” Y/N offered and smiled “how about that?”
‘Can we do that?” Lian eyes grew wide and shimmered a bit, as she turned her head and silently asked Roy for permission with that pleading gaze “please, daddy?”
“I can’t see why not.” Roy shrugged and it made his daughter squeal in happiness. “I don’t think I ever saw her this excited about going to bed, Y/N. I just have to warn you, you’re up for a challenge.”
“I was never one to back down from one. Just look who I ended up in a relationship with” the girl laughed and pointed head towards Jason. “He’s more of a dare than all the little girls I know combined.”
“There are more little girls?” Lian smile dropped as she looked down.
“Of course not, sunshine. You are my priority. Now, let’s get you up….” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl and stood up carrying her towards the bedroom “say goodnight to the boys.”
“night daddy. Night uncle Jay….” Lian waved her little hand at both of them, earning herself two chuckles and some loving words wishing her sweet dreams before both girls disappeared from the sight.
“She’s good with Lian, you know” the second they were out of earshot Roy turned towards Jay. Now it was time for some men time.
“I know. Y/N just a natural caretaker.”
“Speaking from experience?” Roy reached under the table and grabbed two can of beers, hidden there from Lian. He passed one to Jason who took it with a appreciating nod.
“I’m not exactly the easiest one to deal with.” Jace shrugged “I give her hard time, make her worried, got her walking on the tightrope. And yet, she never left. She’s still with me. The best thing that ever happened to me.”
“You sound so cliché right now.”
“Look who’s talking. The perfect father.”
“Have you ever wondered how we evolved from those violent, angry teenagers? How we ended up here?” Roy trailed taking a sip of his beverage “have you ever wondered if we actually deserve it? Deserve them.”
“constantly.” Jason sighed deeply “maybe that’s the while point. Our girls make us better. Make us want to be better. For them. Cause they see something more to us? I don’t know. But what I do know is that we are fucking lucky, Roy. And I have no intention of pushing that luck.”
“Neither do I.”
“Yeah.”
For a moment they were both just sipping on their drinks without a word. Silence was never awkward between them. Those two men were through so much together that sometimes they could literally read each other’s mind.
“Do you love her?” Harper asked  a couple minutes later.
“Yes.”
“Have you told her?”
“I’m not good with words. But she knows.”
“You sure about that?” Roy teased “girls like words. They like being told that you care. Actions are one thing, but sometimes are not enough. Use your tongue.”
“Oh, trust me, I do” Jason smiled wildly, some dirty memories running though his head. Memories of her underneath him, tasting so sweet, tugging on his hair with surprising strenght “she never complained.”
“Please, spare me the details.” Roy rolled his eyes “all I’m saying is if you really don’t want her to leave, you should take care of her not only in bed. Otherwise someone might steal her away. She’s just a full package – beautiful, smart, caring, sexy.”
“Woah! Hold right there, Harper! Cause if you don’t I might have to beat you up, and as much as I’d hate to do it, I would if you start focusing on my girl’s attributes to much.”
“Just proving my point here.” Roy smirked “you are worried about her going away.”
“I am not!” Jason yelled in objection.
But for real, Roy’s word got him spinning. Worry, jealousy and doubts overwhelming his mind. He had to see his girl. Now.
***
Y/N was sitting by Lian’s bed, finishing the story watching the little girl slowly drifting off, writing in her sleep to find comfortable position. The older girl smiled lightly, care and love written all over her face as she pulled the cover over that little dreaming figure, tucking her in and kissing her forehead gently.
“Good night, angel. Sleep tight.” She whispered
Jason watched her from the slightly opened door and his heart clenched at the sight. God, he loved her. He loved her so freaking much. And even if that subject never came out between Y/n and Jason and Roy did not ask the question at their little conversation, but more often than not Jason was thinking about having a family with his girl. Having all those things adults were supposed to have. House with garden and picket white fence. Huge kitchen were they could prepare meals together. Rooms that would be filled with laughter and happiness. And maybe, maybe¸ a few pairs of little feet on the floor, running towards him, wanting hugs and kisses and love and attention. Maybe.
“Jason…..” he didn’t even notice when Y/n stood up and walked towards him
“I….”
“Sh…” she whispered putting a finger on his mouth and that simple gesture made him melt, but also turned him on “Lian’s asleep. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed grabbing her hand and pulling her towards their room “you’re mine now….” his eyes darkened, planning all the things he was going to do to her body.
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“Jason…..” she couldn’t do a single thing when he opened the door to the bedroom, immediately pushing her onto the walls, pressing his entire body onto her. Trapping her, getting her so vulnerable with no way out.
“You’re mine….” He hissed, his mouth attacking her hungrily, hands landing on her waist, gripping it so tight she could almost feel the bruises forming already. “You’re only mine….” He bit on her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her wet and moaning.
“I….oh, fuck” his calloused fingers found a way under her shirt, caressing her skin, goosebumps showing on her body. “Are you jealous of my time with a little girl next door?”
“Yes.” He breathed, his lips travelling to her cheek, jaw, neck, nibbling on her skin, going completely crazy, unable to stop once the fire started. “I am jealous of everyone and everything that got your attention. People, things. I envy the flowers in our flat that got to feel your soft touch when you take care of them. I am jealous of your favorite cup, cause you touch your lips to the brim of it. Fuck, you make me crazy.” He panted, hands moving higher, one brushing over her clothed breasts causing her to arch her back, the thin material of the bra and t-shirt doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples.
“Stop talking and just do something” he whined, reaching the edge of his jacket trying to pull it off his arms.
“It was pointed to me…..” he nibbled on her collarbone, the other hand reaching towards her hair, pulling them off the knot, making them flow down her shoulders and back, tangling fingers in those silky strands, pulling her head closer “that girls like words. So tell me, baby…..” she whined when he pull the strap of her bra down, pressing open mouth kisses on her shoulders “do you need words?”
“No. No, fuck no. I need action. More of it. More….” She clawed his back.
“Whatever you want, princess” both of his hands landed on her ass, palming it for a moment, lips connecting again, this time rougher, harder, faster. Jason was a tease and a bit of sadist. He wanted her pouty in her hands, he needed to see her fall apart, even before taking her to bed. He wanted her mind blurry, the only thought on her mind being him. But he wasn’t made of steel and feeling her body pressed into him so tightly got him hard to. Got him relenting and he could not have that.
Despite her protests he broke the kiss, slowly peeling the shirt off her, reaching behind her back, unclasping the bra and bending head to lick and suck on her breast and nipples.
“Ah! Jay!” 
“Yes, princess. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me you want more….”
“I want … I want more….”
“I know, baby. I got you.” he grabbed the backs of her thighs, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Feel this?” he brushed his clothed cock over her dripping sensitive pussy “feel how hard you make me?”
“Ah! Please! I need you…..”
“I’ll give you a choice baby. I can take your pants off andhelp you get release” he played with the waist of her leggings “or I can get rid of my shirt and make you feel my skin and delay that sweet high. I know you need both, but you gotta choose.”
“You are terrible.” She panted, desperately trying to move her hips to get the slightest friction but his strong arms held her still “Jason, please, you’re torturing me….” She cried
“Then choose, baby” he whispered into her ear “you can end your suffering just with one word. What. Do. You. Want.” Each word of his were followed by little kitten lick on her skin and she burst the first thing that came into her mind.
“Take off your shirt.” He moaned “just take it off, now!”
“I was hoping you would say it.” He smirked. He wanted to tease her more and her pants gone would destroy the fun he was aiming at. Instead he shrugged his shirt off, letting her hands wonder around his abs and chest, so gently, softly, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb.
“Please….” She whined arching back towards him, but he just pushed her back into the door, causing the loud thump to echo through the room and the girl squealed in undeniable pain.
“Oh, fuck. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her to make her forget what just happened “let me take you to bed.” Taking a few step backwards he tossed onto the soft mattress “better?”
“Mmmmm.” She whined “Yes.” She was so desperate now, that playing with luck she reached towards her pants trying to get rid of them herself, giving him access to her most intimate place but Jason was faster.
“Nah, honey.” He shook his head in disapproval “I am in control. Will you behave?”
“Yes, yes, I will, please.”
“Hm, I don’t think that’s very convincing.” He tapped his chin “just gotta make sure.”
“What….?”
“This will do the trick.” He reached under the bed grabbing the rope and binding her hands behind her head, tying it to the headboard.
“Where did you…..” she panted but was immediately cut out by his lips on her breast, stomach and getting lower
“Does it matter?” he smirked against her skin “I know you like it, don’t you?”
“I do. I do, please, please, Jason. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need you.”
“ God, the things you do to me.” He groaned sliding her pants of in one fluid motion and licking and sucking where she needed him most. Oh, the inferno he started just by touching her. Oh, all that craving and longing and lust and love. But she needed more as she writhed and squirmed, trapped underneath him.
“It’s not enough.” She complained
“Not enough?” he raised his head and looked at her, with a challenging look “last time I didn’t stretch you with my fingers you were in pain for days. You want that again?”
“Yes. And …. And I need to touch you.” she tugged on the rope, her wrist already red and swollen “Let me touch you, Jason.” her seductive whispering and that soft, perfect body splayed before him, ready to be devoured and worshiped broke all his inhibitions.
“Fuck!” he groaned “I want you.” he finally confessed, releasing her, pulling his pants down and pressing all his body into her. “Tell me you want me too.”
“I want you Jason.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good.” His lips distracted her while at the same time he pushed inside, swallowing all her moans and those sounds coming from her mouth. She was so hot, so sexy, and her nails scratching his back only added to his arousal. “Cause I’m yours and I don’t like to share….” He started pulling in and out causing that familiar heat to build inside her.
“Give it to me, Jason. Give me it all.” She panted, heels digging into his ass, causing him to go deeper, hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
“I love you baby. Let me make you feel good…..”
“Yes!” she cried out, getting so close, so fucking close. “Yes, Jason. Right there! Right there!”
“Uncle Jay? Auntie Y/N?” soft, little voice coming from the door made their eyes grow wide, stopping at once, all that sultry, intimate atmosphere gone within second. “Fuck” being the only though on both of their minds. Y/N terrified gaze landed on Jason, unsure what to do know. Luckily it was so dark, Lian could not really see tangled limbs, naked bodies and sweat all over them. Despite all the awkwardness, Y/N managed to reach for the sheet and with a bit of Jason’s help managed to put it all over her boyfriend’s naked ass, trying to play cool.
“Hi, sweetheart” her voice trembled a bit, barely holding back a whine as Jason pulled off her, leaving her unsatisfied and feeling empty without him inside. His face was so red, he just stayed on his stomach, covered bottom up, unable to roll onto his back and face the little girl. Damn, Roy was going to kill them both, he knew that, so he left the talking to Y/N, considering her better in the field. “Did you have a nightmare, little one?”
“Not really.” Lian hugged her stuffed rabbit closer to her chest “I heard some noises coming from here and I came to see if you were all right, auntie….”
“That is so sweet, Lian. Thank you.” Y/N gasped “but didn’t your father teach you to hide when you hear suspicious sounds? That it might be dangerous to follow them?”
“He did. But never mentioned I should do that when I hear someone I love being in trouble.”
“And…. And who was in trouble in your opinion?” maybe that was wrong question but it just slipped thought he mouth.
“You, auntie.” Lian said innocently “you were screaming like someone was hurting you. But there is no one but you and uncle Jay.” She pursed her lips, her gaze becoming a bit angrier “was he hurting you, auntie? Cause he shouldn’t do that and maybe I should ask daddy to give him the talk?”
“The…. The talk?”
“He does that when he’s angry with me. And when he learns what uncle Jay did he would be angry with him too…. I’ll go get him and ….”
“No! God! Lian!” Jason almost sprung out of bed and if it wasn’t for Y/n he would cause poor girl much more trauma. “I mean…. I don’t think I was hurting aunt Y/N. She would tell me if I was, right?” he looked at her face, his eyes serious, searching for the answer. They had that conversation million times before. If she ever felt any pain during sex, she was obligated to tell him, since Jason could be rough without even realizing it. “Y/N?”
“No. No, you weren’t hurting me….” She whispered, cupping his cheek and brushing it gently, reassuringly, making him calm down.   
“Then what was he doing?” Lian frowned taking a step forward making Jay and Y/n put the cover up a bit.
“He…. He…..” Y/N’s mind went completely blank “you know, sometimes, when someone have a hard week and get tired….”
“Dad always gets tired.”
“Yes, you see, in a situation like this, relax is needed. And Jace, I mean, uncle Jason, was just helping me relax a bit.”
“Hm….” Lian did not look convinced “but daddy never make such sounds….”
“Shit.” Y/N hissed quietly
“Girls just tend to get a bit more tense, Lian.” Jason chimed in, saving his girl from further explanation “they have a lot more duties and worries about boys and need to be taken care off. You’ll get it when you get older.”
“Adults always say that!” she cried out “How old do I have to be? All this waiting is just annoying! And what if I don’t want to get something. Do I even get a choice?”
“I love this kid, but why does she have to be so smart?” Y/n hid her face in Jason’s chest, unable to hide the blushing even in the darkness.
“What’s going on here?” Roy heard Lian’s cry and acting like a concerned parent busted though the door “Oh, fuck!”
“Daddy, you said a bad word.” His daughter pointed out.
“Sorry, love. But trust me, no other word would describe what I feel now. I’m just…. I’m just gonna get you out of here. Now!” he lift her from the ground hugging tightly to his chest, hiding her face what whatever she may see. “And as for you two…. We’ll talk in the morning” he warned, but neither Jay  nor Y/N missed the slightest amusement in his eyes. That bastard was secretly enjoying them being caught in the middle of sex.
“But daddy, I need to know more. Auntie said uncle was just helping her relax and making her feel good.”
“SAY GOODNIGHT LIAN!” Roy screamed, effectively covering the laugh forming in his throat “cause this may be the last time you see them before I kill them both” he muttered towards his friends, leaving the room in a rush and closing the door tightly, but not before warning them to not even think about going at it again.
“Was I making you feel good?” Jason teased once they were alone.
“You were. But now I’m left high and dry….”
“Good thing I don’t care what Roy has to say about us being intimate.” He grinned and rolled over to finish what he started and she was more than willing to submit, just making a mental note to keep her moans and whines on the low.  
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holylulusworld · 7 months
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A thief at the bunker
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Summary: There is a thief at the bunker.
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: fluff, scenting, a/b/o, idiots in love, sneaky Castiel, possessive Sam, implied smut/mating
Square filled for @spnfluffbingo (expired): Idiots in love
Square filled for @warmandfluffybingocards: Bed-sharing 
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“Where are they?” you grumble. “I bought five new blankets, sheets, and new pillows. Now they are all gone.”
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Dean pokes his head inside the room. “Do you need help? I was about to have a shower, but I’ll lend you a hand if you need me.” He grins when you throw him an angry look. “Whoa, what crawled up your ass.”
“Watch your tongue, Winchester,” you warn, and point your index finger at Dean. “I bet it was you.”
“Huh?” He cocks his head. “What are you talking about, Y/N? I don’t know what you want.”
“Have you seen the blankets I bought? I wanted to give one to Charlie when she comes to visit us this weekend. Now the blankets are all gone. We’ve got a thief at the bunker.”
“If it was pie or beer, I’ll be your man. But blankets and pillows are not my kind of poison,” he grins. “Maybe you simply misplaced them, Y/N. I can have a look at the guestroom if you want me to.”
“I came from the guestroom, Dean. I prepared it for Charlie, and only needed fresh sheets and one of the blankets for her. And now, they are all gone.”
Dean furrows his brows. “Maybe Cas needed them…no. He wouldn’t steal the blankets. I’m still not sure if he ever sleeps.”
“He’s a Netflix junkie,” you chuckle, but then you remember, you still need to find the blankets. “Crap. I don’t have the time or the money to buy new blankets. I need to find them.”
“Blankets?” Castiel joins you and Dean in the room. “I saw Sam carry a few blankets inside his room not so long ago. He snarled at me when I asked him if he needed my help.”
“Sam?” You gape at Castiel. “Why? He’s got a blanket, and I never took him for a blanket hoarder.”
“I’m not sure about it, sweetheart,” Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “If we had to share a bed, he always stole the blanket. I woke up freezing more than once.”
“That fucker!” you growl. “How dare that man to steal my blankets.” Off you go to get your blankets and pillows back.
“There she goes,” Dean sighs. He glances at Castiel, who, to Dean’s surprise smirks darkly. “Cas, what’s the matter? Why the scary smirk?”
“Scary?” Castiel frowns. “I didn’t scare Y/N. I made sure she’ll find the blankets on Sam’s bed.”
“You want her to hurt my brother?” Dean swallows thickly. He wonders what Sam has done to deserve Castiel’s wrath. “What did Sammy do?”
Castiel sighs deeply. “They are pining for each other for years. I’ve had enough of watching them. So, I took matters into my own hands.”
The angel grins proudly.
Dean snorts. “You played matchmaker.” 
“It’s called heavenly intervention.”
“It’s called getting Sammy laid…”
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“You! Samuel blanket thief Winchester! I will kill you for stealing my blankets,” you growl, ready to attack Sam.
He looks at you like a deer in the headlights. The hunter tried to find out who brought all the blankets to his room when you stormed inside.
Now he believes you tried to nest on his bed, and his heart swells in his chest. 
“I knew you feel the same,” you end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck. You are too stunned to even react. Moments ago you wanted to scold him for stealing your blankets, and now he’s walking you toward his bed.
“Sam…” you try to fathom what’s going on as Sam tries to get you on his bed. “What? Sam!”
“You brought the blankets and pillows here so we can make a nest.” You end up on Sam’s bed, buried underneath the hunter. “We will take things slow. I’ll properly court you. I've got nice gifts for my omega. I bought a new flannel, and the pumpkin pillow you like so much.”
“Sam…” You pat his back, but he won’t move. Sam sniffs along your neck to catch your scent. “We will rub our scents into the blankets, and you can move into my room after we finish the nest.”
“Sam…SAMMY!”
“What? Oh,” he lifts his head to grin at you. “Do you want to mate first? I knew you were a dirty girl. Let me just lock the door. We don’t want Dean to walk in on us…”
“What? I—” You watch Sam get off the bed to lock the door. He throws his shirt across the room seconds later, smirking as you drink his naked chest in.
“Yeah?” He furrows his brows.
“Forget it,” you unbutton your shirt. “I like your plan…is all…”
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“You owe me fifty bucks, Dean,” Castiel smirks as the noises coming from Sam’s room leave little to nothing to his brother’s imagination. “I told you that all they needed was a heavenly intervention.”
“Tell you what Cas,” the hunter shudders hearing you mewl loudly. “We should leave the bunker, and I’ll drink the memory of the noises they made away…”
“I’ll accompany you, Dean. Maybe someone else needs my help too.”
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megumimania · 6 months
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TRICK OR TREAT - gojo satoru
summary: gojo takes halloween very seriously to the point where he competes against his neighbour for best decorated house in the neighbourhood.
warnings: fluff, married!au, gojo is a bit extra in this, halloween ends when i say so! petty gojo, the trio would definitely go as the plastics, gojo beefing kids, i miss him
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if there’s one thing gojo satoru doesn’t play about it’s the holidays. particularly halloween.
he’d been dragging you out for the past month to different stores for decorations in order to transform your home into a terrifying haunted house. he’d brought out all sorts of candy that he hid around the garden for the annual scavenger hunt that the neighbourhood kids often enjoyed doing. to say he didn’t enjoy halloween was an understatement—he loved it and took pride in it.
“don’t you think this is enough?” you asked, as you placed the last of the decorations down on the front yard. “it’s never enough honey.” he replied in a sing song voice, placing a kiss on your cheek. you grumbled in response but it was hard to stay annoyed at him considering how fine he looked in his costume as gomez addams, even temporarily dyeing his hair black to commit to the look.
“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he smirked, before doing various poses which made you giggle. “I don’t think i wanna remember that.” you retorted but your comment fell on deaf ears as satoru was once again butting heads with your next door neighbour mr yamaguchi. you were cordial with the yamaguchi’s and had been invited back to their place for dinner many times unlike satoru who had been invited once and never again.
it’s probably because of his ongoing pissing contest with mr yamaguchi, who like satoru, takes much pride in decorating and the holidays. halloween is a more of a contest than a holiday for them both as they go all out with the lights, decorations and candy as they try to win the bragging rights for ‘best decorated house’. which often leaves these grown men (mainly satoru) to engage in childish and petty antics like stealing decorations, bursting inflatables and defacing pumpkins.
satoru stalks back to the house with a annoyed look on his face, he rests his head on your shoulder letting out a deep breath. “can you believe that he’s hiring actors for his haunted house? that haunted house thing was my idea first and two—thats so exploitative! depriving these actors from experiencing halloween joy, what a cruel world we live in.” he sighed dramatically looking over at the lawn. you’re barely listening, focusing on how cute he looks when he’s angry.
“babe you’re not even listening to me.” he whines burying his head into your chest. “i am!” you protest in response rubbing his back soothingly. “im sorry that he stole your idea that has totally been done before.” you say in a comforting tone, trying not burst into a fit of giggles.“well no one was doing haunted houses before we arrived anyways! so he totally stole my idea!” he continued still pissed at the whole ordeal.
“satoru, honey, you can’t call his idea exploitative when you’re literally paying your students to do the same thing.” you countered brushing the stray hairs away from his face, satoru frowned knowing you had a point but still continued his defence. “megumi, yuji and nobara volunteered their sweet and precious time to help their old sensei out. i didn’t have to bribe them to help me.” he said matter-of-factly denying your claims. you folded your arms giving him a look that told him that you didn’t believe him at all.
he raised his arms as if to surrender. “alright you got me. i had to resort to bribery to get them to help me. i didn’t want to deal with the mean teens this year.” he pouted crossing his arms. “it’s no fun scaring kids who call you an ‘overgrown furby’ or a ‘jack frost reject’.” you let out a small laugh that is quickly shut down by satoru’s glare. “is that why you wanted us to go as gomez and morticia this year?” you asked quickly changing the subject.
“maybe,” he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “i knew you’d make a fine morticia and i was right.” he takes your hand and twirls you around slowly taking in how gorgeous you look, he still looks at you with the same twinkle in his eyes from when you first met, making you giddy. “can’t believe i married the finest woman in the world.” he smiled softly before pulling you into a passionate kiss. the loud blare of a car horn made you two jump. “oi lovebirds, do you want our help or not!” nobara yelled out from the car.
she stepped out the car a few seconds later with yuji and megumi in tow, all dressed in pink. its clear that they had better places to be than here right now. evident from the bits and pieces you picked up from megumi’s mumbling about ‘missing the party of the year’ and this being a ‘complete waste of time’, you kinda felt sorry for him but you knew that no one was safe from being roped into your husband’s schemes.
“from the all pink outfits im guessing mean girls?” you smiled taking in their outfits. nobara beamed pulling yuji and megumi together. “im regina, yuji’s karen and megumi is gretchen.” apart from megumi’s usual sullen expression that was more prominent after having to wear a shitty party city wig and a thin crop top—a testament to how much gojo spoiled him, you couldn’t deny they all looked adorable.
you gave them a sympathetic smile, as satoru whisked them away to the garden to help them prepare for the scaring they were going to do later. in the midst of your husband’s usual antics you found it adorable how he put so much thought and energy into halloween to make it an enjoyable experience for you both as well as the neighbourhood
halloween night was underway and it was a success, satoru basked in the praise about the decor from the other neighbours and passer-by’s who were in the area, you also received many compliments for your costume. you resigned yourself to trick or treat duty partly because of the cute and creative costumes you got to see every time you opened the door and the fact that satoru brought out his best candy only for halloween that you could snack on.
the doorbell rang again whilst you were refilling the bucket of candy. you ran to open the door it was kei mr yamaguchi’s son aka the son of the enemy. “trick or treat!” he smiled waving his bucket in front of you. he looked adorable in his spiderman costume and thanked you as you filled his bucket with extra candy. you heard a loud gasp from behind you, you let out a sigh as it came from none other than your husband.
“so you’re fraternising with the enemy now?” he said feigning shock. you chuckled at his question, not thinking he’d stoop so low that he’d beef with a five year old. “‘toru he is five years old, i don’t think he has any hidden agenda against you.” you looked at kei who seemed unaffected by the conversation. he looked more interested in the screams coming from the haunted house garden. “can i go into the haunted house now?” he asked clearly not wanting to be stuck in this conversation for any longer.
“of course sweetie, in fact satoru will take you!” your husband stopped mid chew of his candy, opening his mouth to protest but the look on your face made it clear it wasn’t up for any discussion. “c’mon little man let’s go.” he sighed before leading kei into the garden, sticking his tongue out at you as he walked past.
as the night drew to a close, you slumped down against the kitchen island, as the last of the kids left the house. gojo walked in with a smile on his face, “how was it?” you asked with a tired smile as he bent down to give you a kiss on the top of your head. “i’ve practically won halloween this year. mr yamaguchi ain’t got nothing on me!” he says proudly before stifling a yawn.
“i think we should celebrate by calling it a night.” you chuckle looking at his weary expression. he’s ditched the contacts and reverted back to his blindfold, it seems that even the strongest needs to recuperate sometimes after engaging in a month long battle with his neighbour. you yelp as he uses the last remainder of his strength to carry you to the bedroom, bridal style.
“is it bad that im already thinking about what we’re gonna do for christmas?” he whispers in your ear, holding you close against him. on most nights you’d entertain his thoughts but after today’s events you’re too tired to even give him a coherent reply. “satoru it is three am go to sleep.” you groan annoyedly to which he chuckles in response. “just messing with ya babe, goodnight.” he says softly before turning off the lamp.
later whilst he dozes off, you silently thank whoever’s above that you’ve managed to survive the worst holiday of the year before closing your eyes for the night.
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imthursdaysyme · 9 months
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Robin and Steve know Everything about Everyone. Your second cousin twice removed that doesn't even look Hawkins anymore? Yeah they know that he cheated on his wife and dyes his hair with box dye he gets from the grocery store a town over. No one is safe.
Steve opens a hair salon and somehow they know even More about everything. The police start by asking them if they know anything. They may give you exactly who stole Jim's pumpkins and what else he did as well as why he stole Jim's pumpkins.
But they might also completely misdirect them cause what? An explosion on the south side? They know nothin about who did it (eleven) but in that area there is the old man named Carl who sells weed outside of his car on Thursday's sooo not saying it's a coincidence but also so weird right? (they just hate Carl)
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forthetwins · 1 month
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another smut one😂
George and y/n having sex and one of the Weasleys accidentally walks in
warning: very very small mention of it.
george weasley — breaking bread, building bridges.
the scent of freshly cooked breakfast filled the cozy kitchen of the burrow as mum weasley bustled about, tending to the pots and pans on the stove. around the worn wooden table, you along with the three of weasley siblings gathered.
as mum weasley served up plates piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast, the silence at the table was deafening. each of you focused on your food, avoiding eye contact as if pretending nothing had happened(fred as confused as ever, while mum weasley too focused on serving food.)
george shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he stole a glance in your direction. you met his gaze briefly before hastily looking away, your heart pounding in your chest.
ginny, sitting opposite you, fidgeted with her fork, her brow furrowed in thought. she knew something was amiss, but she wisely chose to remain silent, not wanting to escalate the tension any further.
"how's everyone's breakfast? dig in, dears, before it gets cold." mum weasley says before excusing herself to the kitchen.
fred, ever the mediator, broke the uneasy silence. "so," he began, his voice casual, "any plans for the day, anyone?"
his question hung in the air, a lifeline thrown into the midst of the tension. george glanced up from his plate, relief evident in his eyes at the change of subject, choosing to stay quiet nonetheless.
as ginny reached for her glass of pumpkin juice, she mumbled something about needing to shut the door properly and muttered about it being too early for some things, mentioning she already had a headache.
fred's booming laugh cut through the tension like a knife. "what's that, ginny? too early for what?" he asked, glancing between you, his twin, and his sister.
george holds back his laugh, recalling the face ginny made earlier. her eyes were wide open. remember the face she had when she saw harry first time at the burrow? yeah, she made that face.
you slapped your shameless boyfriend on his shoulder lightly, earning an awkward cough in response. george clears his throat as he changes the topic to the joke shop.
"so, speaking of early mornings," fred began, "picture this: extendable alarm clocks that fly around the room, ringing loudly until you catch them. guaranteed to wake even the deepest sleeper!"
"how about a doorknobs that warns people before they enter the room," ginny mumbles.
george fakes a cough, grabbing everyone's attention at the table, "i'll join you, fred,"
you nodded in agreement, grateful for fred's intervention. "and I might tag along, see if I can lend a hand," you added, trying to sound nonchalant despite the lingering unease.
ginny, sensing the shift in atmosphere, visibly relaxed, "sounds like a plan. maybe i'll join you later," she chimed in, her voice lighter than before.
as laughter filled the room, tension melted away. george's joke about extendable alarm clocks sparked a flurry of banter, and soon you were all immersed in playful chatter, leaving the morning's discomfort behind.
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nickgoesinsane · 11 months
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applesauce
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the spot/jonathan ohnn x spider-man!reader (ft. your baby & miles morales)
cw: sfw, gn!reader, implied amab!reader, implied transmasc!spot, reader doesn’t actually appear, dimension travel, spot being wifey, miles having a breakdown, your daughter’s obsession with applesauce, etc.
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After disappearing for two whole years, Miles finds the Spot in a corner store in Brooklyn with a curly haired toddler strapped to his chest, buying applesauce of all things. Miles awkwardly stands there, confused, until the baby notices him and starts giggling and making grabby hands at him. Spot turns to see what’s caught her attention and jumps, startled, when he sees Miles standing there in shocked silence.
“Oh, hi, Miles.” Spot greets awkwardly, pocketing his wallet into a hole. The cashier’s left already— probably to call someone, because it’s not every day you get a former villain and Spider-Man in your store. 
Miles blinks at the casual use of his name and points at the smiling child, “Whose baby is that?” His voice breaks halfway through, but spare him, this guy was once the biggest threat to the multiverse and now he’s buying applesauce with a baby.
One of Spot’s hands comes up to smooth over her curls, and she tips her head back against his chest to give him a dimpled smile. It’s actually super adorable. The dot on Spot’s face squints in what Miles thinks might be a smile. “This is Zoe. Say hi, honey.” 
Zoe coos at Miles, waving her fists excitedly, “Dada!” 
“No, honey, that’s Miles. Dada’s—”
“You stole a baby?!” Miles’ hands come up to massage his temples to fend off an incoming headache. “You can’t just do that! Is that your thing now, stealing babies? What happened with the Collider? It’s been two years, where have you been—”
Zoe finds his distress funny, apparently, because she squeals and giggles as he tries to keep his shit together. “No, no, no. Zoe’s mine.” Spot cuts in before Miles can have an aneurysm, “I don’t do that stuff anymore. I got married, see?” He shows off the wedding band on his finger, “I’m just here for these.” Spot points at the box of applesauce. “They were out of stock where I live and it’s the only brand Zoe likes, so we hopped over to get some.” 
Miles stares at him, and then he stares some more. “Applesauce.” 
Spot nods, obviously not seeing the issue, “Yeah, applesauce.” 
“Ampleshaush.” Zoe confirms, clapping her hands. “Dada, ampleshaush.” 
“No, pumpkin, Dada’s at work.” Spot repeats, and that’s when Miles sees the shirt that Zoe’s wearing. It’s red and blue, with the iconic Spider-Man pattern and logo. 
Miles’ mouth goes dry, “Who did you say that was, again?” 
“Oh, the Spider-Man from Earth-124.”
This could not get any weirder.
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catapparently · 18 days
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Kaz Brekker Headcanons
Cat entering her hc era thanks to my maid of honor @x-liv25 . Please go read her TIG headcanons!
MASTERLIST
Kaz once said "you shouldn't make friends with crows," "why not?" "they don't have any manners." I headcanon that he tried to feed a crow and actually be nice to it but it bit him so now he forever holds the grudge
He has a stack of makeup in his desk drawer in case he needs to change his face up a bit for a job and he's excellent at it
At some point, when he was still struggling with finding a job after Jordie's death, he stole someone's purse and found bronzer/contour that he used to draw himself abs to look strong and "hirable".
He doesn't mind touching animals without his gloves
He realized that when he tried to save an abandoned kitten in the rain when he was younger
He felt bad for it because it reminded him of him and Jordie
He saw it as a debt-ish to Jordie to save the kitten
It once brought Kaz a mouse as a gift and Kaz genuinely appreciated the gesture
Kaz POV: "What a distinguished gentleman who knows I'm worthy of great gifts and appreciation"
Kaz knew he couldn't really keep a cat in his line of work, it'd be a weakness, so when it was old enough, he snuck it into Pekka's office and watched the vicious little feline tear Pekka's stuff to shreds
"A cat after my own heart"
When Kaz got the Dregs tattoo, he didn't want the artist to touch him, so he tattooed the logo himself. It was a bit shaky but then he hired a Tailor to fix the edges without touching him
Alternative solution to the bad edges: He fixes them up with stolen foundation whenever he isn't wearing long sleeves or something that would cover it up.
They day he first saw Inej and she snuck up on him, he had a panic attack but hid it well
At this point in his life, he was used to being in control, to knowing everything. Having Inej sneak up on him (and knowing that she could have potentially killed him without him having time to retaliate had she been trained) freaked him out. He felt weak, Kaz Rietveld again.
Kaz spends half an hour every other day locked in his office without his gloves, lathering his hands in hand cream.
Whenever he'd grab someone by the collar or any form of violence with contact, the last thing the victim could think about is why his hands smell nice. Nobody ever lived to tell the tale.
He's a sucker for a good chocolate cake.
He absolutely HATES ice cream. It makes too much of a sticky gooey mess for him.
He also probably has a sensitive throat so he doesn't really eat cold/frozen stuff or drinks
Once he made a deal with Nina which resulted in him going to a café to buy her a pumpkin spice latte. Once he sniffed Nina's, he quickly bought another one for himself and chugged it before he could get back. Obviously he did that in a dark alleyway so that nobody could see him and use it as blackmail.
Once he used (obviously stolen) paint to decorate his very own set of cards.
He then made another elaborate plan of his and managed to auction them off for a grotesque amount of kruge.
Probably forged DeKappel's signature on the back of each with perfect precision
For those that forgot, DeKappel is some famous painter in the series. Kaz stole a DeKappel oil painting from Van Eck.
Help I didn't realize how fun HCs were, I could make a thousand of these
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