#MASHED TOGETHER BEAUTIFULLY

[anxiousnerdwritings]

It’s barely even Christmas and I saw a video on TikTok about a mum who somehow didn’t realize that she got three or four times the amount of gifts for one child then the other so there was literally like a massive pile of gifts and then a very noticeably smaller pile of gifts for the other child and all I could think about was Ginny and Twin!Reader and Molly having that issue

Them waking up and running to the Christmas tree and seeing everyone has a pile of gifts whether it’s from Arthur and Molly then maybe a few from some extended relatives or friends while the Reader just has a Weasley jumper in his least favourite colour and some homemade sweets and whatever it was Percy scraped the money for to get him and he’s all ecstatic because at least this year she didn’t forget to knit his jumper but Percy is trying to refrain from ripping out his own hair on the other side of the room because Ginny is unwrapping a Dudley amount of gifts while her baby brother is just sitting there, crossed legged in his ugly fucking sweater on the ground, smiling and trying not to cry the more gifts she goes through

I hate how accurate this would be for Molly regarding Weasley!Twin!Reader. She’s so tunnel vision on her precious baby girl that she totally forgets Twin!Reader altogether. It isn’t until she and Arthur are wrapping all the gifts late at night while all the kids are asleep that Arthur asks where Twin!Reader’s presents are. And you know damn well Molly won’t admit that she forgot to get him anything either. Cause she didn’t, she swears she didn’t. She just misplaced said gifts. That doesn’t make her a bad mother, accidents happen after all. Right? Meanwhile Arthur watches as she races around the house grabbing what spare yarn she has lying around and her magical knitting needles frantically knitting away as she tosses wildly different colors of yarn at them. The sweater Weasley!Twin!Reader ends up with on Christmas is a mash of hideous non-correlating colors and it wasn’t even wrapped in festive colored paper like the other siblings’ were, no his was crudely bunched up in brown paper. Not to mention the homemade sweets he gets with it aren’t even nicely wrapped either, they were instead hastily tossed into a napkin moments before the kids woke up and started making their way downstairs. The only true gift Weasley!Twin!Reader has is the one Percy managed to get for him, beautifully wrapped and overall perfect. (I also love to think that Ginny and Twin!Reader always hand make each other gifts every Christmas, something they’ve made into their own little tradition for one another so fortunately the Reader would also have that to look forward to.)

I just imagine a very half asleep Percy making his way downstairs, barely coherent about anything going on, until he notices the very tiny, thrown together “pile” off in the corner of the room and he just knows whose gifts those are for and suddenly he’s wide awake, blood pressure already rising. And it’s not even sunrise yet. When I tell you this boy would be staring Molly down, down to the depths of hell, I fucking mean it. Ginny may be Molly’s baby, but Twin!Reader is Percy’s and he won’t let this slide.

I could also see Molly telling Arthur to run to the shed and go pull something out of there to add to Weasley!Twin!Reader’s small “pile” of gifts. But I would really like to think that Arthur actually did get Weasley!Twin!Reader a gift on his own wholeheartedly with him in mind, of course it’s muggle related but it still means more than what Molly tried to put together. Especially if Weasley!Twin!Reader shares his father’s fascination with the muggle world. If that were the case then I could see Arthur being much closer to the Reader. He still isn’t necessarily a father to him as he should be but it’s a hell of a lot more of a relationship than what Molly can say she has with Weasley!Twin!Reader.

When Ginny is opening her plethora of gifts that just somehow seem to never end, she would wholeheartedly try to share some of them with Twin!Reader to open or trying to include him in on it somehow but Molly steps in, shooing Twin!Reader away and talking about how those are just for her and her alone. Meanwhile, Percy is clutching the Reader close as Twin!Reader smiles through watery eyes trying so hard not to cry and ruin the day for everyone. He wants to be supportive and he’s more than happy with the gifts he did get but seeing the looks on all his sibling’s faces, even the shameful look Arthur throws his way, he knows that none of this is acceptable. The only one who seems content is of course Molly.

I wouldn’t put it past Molly to hide/toss any gifts that Weasley!Twin!Reader got from any of their other relatives. Especially in the case of Weasley!Reader resembling the Black family side, courtesy of Grandma Cedrella. Particularly if Cedrella herself took to spoiling the Reader over any of the other kids in the family. I could just see there being a hidden wall in the attic with the ghoul where Molly has taken to keeping all the Reader’s other presents. Leave it to Harry and Ron to find it one day and finally so many things make sense. Like all the times Cedrella wrote to Weasley!Twin!Reader about how he liked the gifts she picked out for him and if there was anything specific she should get him next time or when she’d ask him in person at the next family get together. Meanwhile all this time everyone thought she was just in her old age and misremembering.

It isn’t until Weasley!Twin!Reader attends Hogwarts and makes his own friends that his little Christmas gift pile gets bigger and bigger each year until it goes unnoticed whether Molly actually went out of her way to get him something that year or not. Even his Slytherin housemates have gotten him more presents than Molly can ever admit to. Hell, not only them but their pureblood families have gone so far to add Weasley!Twin!Reader to their Christmas lists. So have the teachers. You should have seen Molly’s face when she found out one year the Reader went to the Zabini’s for the holidays after believing the Reader had stayed at Hogwarts over the break. And the only reason she thought that was because she never saw Weasley!Reader get off the train.

And Molly better brace herself when Lestrange!Daughter!OC (really gotta come up with a name for her) finds out. She would of course go absolutely hog wild spoiling her darling as he should be, but she will also be out for blood just as much. Imagine the look 👀 n Molly’s face when everyone wakes up on Christmas Day to an absolutely ridiculous amount of gifts littering the house, literally a pile touching the ceiling, nearly overflowing the house and each and everyone is addressed to Weasley!Reader. Lestrange!Daughter!OC going out of her way to not only spoil her darling herself but reaching out and making her rounds to everyone she knows who cares about Weasley!Reader and ensuring their gifts make it to him. Especially Cedrella’s. Her darling will never go without or feel less than ever again, not on her fucking watch. And even if Molly were to try and intercept Weasley!Reader’s gifts (literally imagining her pulling a Vernon with the Hogwarts letters), Lestrange!Daughter!OC has an army of house-elves tasked with making sure those presents get to who they’re meant for.

[em-ontv]

Flower Crown.

Pairing: Newt x reader

Based on “The Maze Runner” (2014)

Summary: Newt making a flower crown for you, his partner.

Warnings: none, just a bit of fluff

Author's note: a drabble of Newt just because. My brain juices had been out lately so I haven't been writing the marauders as much. This is really short, anyways enjoy. English is not my first language so apologies if there are any mistakes in there.

Word count: 377

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It was a normal day in the Glade, a serene and vibrant place despite the lingering tension that flowed from the Maze.

Newt was by the garden, looking over the plants with a careful eye. Amidst the vegetables, there was a small patch of flowers growing— a burst of colors compared to the other earthly toned vegetables. He had spent countless amounts of time on tending to them, making sure that they bloomed beautifully for this very moment.

The sun was high in the sky. Newt, with his sleeves rolled up over his forearms, carefully picked up the flowers one by one.

After gathering enough, he sat down on the grassy land, his hands beginning to fiddle with the stems of the flowers, weaving them together until a delicate-looking flower crown had formed. He admired his handiwork and gave a nod of approval, proud of the little masterpiece he had created.

Meanwhile, you were inside one of the huts, hiding from the blazing sun, unaware of the blond boy that was approaching with a certain gift for you.

After a moment of contemplation and ensuring that the crown was perfect, Newt walked into the hut with a warm and excited smile on his face.

"Hey, love." he greeted, holding the flower crown behind his back, concealing it from view as he stepped closer. "I've got something for you." he added, unable to stop his smile from widening.

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking. "What is it?"

Newt scooted a little bit closer, finally revealing the flower crown with a flourish. "I made this for you," he said, a hint of pride in his voice as he held the crown out for you to see. "Thought you might like it."

The flowers were vibrant, the color scheme clearly chosen ahead of time, a mash of all the colors you liked, jumbled into one thing, the stems were tied carefully together.

Newt gently placed the flower crown onto your head, his fingers brushing lightly against your hair. "Perfect," he murmured, taking a step back and admiring the sight.

"Thank you, Newt." you smiled softly, reaching up and touching the crown, the pads of your fingers gliding through the gentle texture of the petals.

"Of course, love." he smiled back.

[andy-15-07]

A Thanksgiving to Remember

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1186| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The aroma of roasting turkey, sage, and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, a comforting blanket woven with the promise of Thanksgiving. Y/N, perched precariously on a kitchen stool, stretched to reach the top shelf of the pantry. “Do we have enough dried cranberries?” she called down to Pedro, who was wrestling a particularly stubborn butternut squash on the counter.

“I think so,” Pedro grunted, finally managing to halve the squash with a satisfying thwack. “But maybe grab another bag just in case. You know how my family is about their cranberry sauce.”

Y/N chuckled, grabbing a step stool and peering into the depths of the pantry. “Tell me about it. Remember last year when Aunt Maria almost started a brawl over the last spoonful?”

Pedro grinned, the memory clearly amusing him. “Oh, she’s a force of nature. But her cranberry sauce is legendary, I’ll give her that.”

Y/N found the cranberries and hopped down, placing the bag on the counter. “Right, cranberries secured. What’s next on the culinary agenda?”

“Mashed potatoes,” Pedro declared, brandishing the now-halved squash like a trophy. “And you know my rule – no lumps allowed.”

“Your rules are legendary too,” Y/N teased, bumping his shoulder playfully. “But I have to admit, your mashed potatoes are pretty spectacular.”

“Years of practice,” Pedro said with a wink. “Now, are you peeling or mashing?”

“Peeling,” Y/N replied, grabbing a peeler and a bowl of potatoes. “But you’re on gravy duty. Your mom’s recipe is a closely guarded secret, and I’m not about to mess with tradition.”

“Deal,” Pedro said, already gathering the ingredients for the gravy. “But you’re in charge of the stuffing. I still haven’t forgiven you for that oyster incident a few years back.”

Y/N shuddered dramatically. “Let’s never speak of that again. This year, it’s a purely vegetarian affair. No surprises.”

The kitchen filled with the comfortable rhythm of chopping, stirring, and the gentle hum of conversation. They worked side-by-side, a well-oiled machine honed by years of shared Thanksgivings.

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, “are you excited for everyone to get here?”

Pedro paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Of course. It’s always chaos, but it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without it. Although,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’m a little worried about Uncle Carlos and his political opinions. He and your dad are going to clash again, I just know it.”

Y/N sighed. “Tell me about it. I’ve already warned Dad, but you know how he is. He can’t resist a good debate.”

“Which usually ends with everyone shouting and someone storming off to the living room,” Pedro finished. “Ah, family.”

“The best kind of chaos,” Y/N said, smiling. “But seriously, I’m looking forward to it. It’s been a while since we’ve all been together.”

“Me too,” Pedro agreed. “It’s nice to have everyone under one roof, even if it’s just for a few days.”

They continued working, the conversation flowing easily between them. They talked about their families, their work, their plans for the future. They laughed, they teased, they shared quiet moments of comfortable silence.

As the afternoon wore on, the kitchen transformed into a symphony of delicious smells. The turkey was browning beautifully in the oven, the mashed potatoes were creamy and smooth, the stuffing was fragrant with herbs and vegetables, and the gravy was rich and velvety.

“Okay,” Pedro said, wiping his hands on his apron, “I think we’re almost ready. Just need to set the table.”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the tablecloth and heading towards the dining room. Pedro followed close behind, carrying a stack of plates.

They worked together, quickly transforming the dining room into a festive space. The table was set with their best china, gleaming silverware, and colorful napkins. A vase of vibrant fall flowers sat in the center, adding a touch of elegance to the scene.

“Looks beautiful,” Y/N said, admiring their handiwork.

“Indeed,” Pedro agreed. “Now, all we need are the guests.”

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

“They’re here!” Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Pedro grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let the chaos begin.”

The house quickly filled with the sounds of laughter, greetings, and the clatter of suitcases being dragged through the hallway. The aroma of Thanksgiving dinner mingled with the scent of perfume and cologne, creating a heady mix that was both familiar and comforting.

Family members arrived from near and far, each one bringing their own unique energy to the gathering. Aunt Maria, true to form, immediately took charge of the kitchen, offering unsolicited advice on the gravy. Uncle Carlos, as predicted, cornered Y/N’s dad in the living room, their voices rising in the heat of political debate. The children, fueled by sugar and excitement, raced through the house, their shrieks of laughter echoing through the halls.

Amidst the joyful chaos, Pedro and Y/N moved through the crowd, greeting their guests, offering drinks, and making sure everyone felt welcome. They were the anchors of the family, the glue that held everyone together.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the dining room, everyone gathered around the table. The turkey, golden brown and glistening, took center stage, surrounded by bowls of mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and all the other traditional Thanksgiving dishes.

Pedro stood at the head of the table, carving the turkey with practiced ease. Y/N sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

“To family,” Pedro said, raising his glass.

“To family,” everyone echoed, their voices filled with warmth and gratitude.

The meal began, a symphony of happy chatter, shared stories, and the clinking of glasses. Even Uncle Carlos and Y/N’s dad seemed to have reached a truce, their political debate temporarily forgotten in the spirit of Thanksgiving.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed and intimate. The children, their energy finally waning, curled up on the couches, falling asleep amidst the soft murmur of adult conversation.

Pedro and Y/N found a quiet moment to slip away from the crowd, retreating to the porch to enjoy a breath of fresh air.

“It’s perfect,” Y/N said, leaning her head against Pedro’s shoulder.

“It is,” Pedro agreed, wrapping his arms around her. “Just like every year.”

They stood in comfortable silence, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted out from the house, a comforting reminder of the love and connection that bound them all together.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, turning to face Pedro.

“For what?” he asked, his eyes filled with love.

“For everything,” she replied. “For this, for us, for family.”

Pedro smiled, gently cupping her face in his hands. “I love you,” he said, his voice soft and sincere.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, her eyes shining with tears of happiness.

They shared a long, tender kiss, a silent promise of their love and commitment to each other. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of family and the magic of Thanksgiving, they knew that they had everything they could ever need. They had each other.

[lacroixwh0r3]

In a Good Way

Farmer!Abby Anderson x Housewife!Reader

Summary: You help Abby relax after a long day on the farm.

Warnings: SMUT!! a little bit of fluff, oral (a recieving), fingering (a recieving), hair pulling, kissing, mommy kink, orgasm denial, petnames, switch!Abby, switch!reader, squirting, spit, overstimulation, and a lil degradtion

Song inspo: Kingston by Faye Webster

A/N: I tried to keep it sweet and cute and then I just completely went off the rails with this...oops!

Also I hit 700 followers on here...wtf thank y'all so much! it is so amazing to be able to share my stuff on here.

And ofc, like, share, reblog, and comment.

Abby had finally finished up the last thing she needed to do around the farm before she headed back home. When she looked at the time on her phone, she realized that she was going to get home early.

As soon as she pulled up to the driveway of her home that she shared with you, her excitement grew. Abby knew that you were most likely cooking some delicious meals for dinner as well as dessert to have afterwards. She hated having to leave you all alone in the house while she was away working. Every morning at 7 a.m., she got dressed for the day, and you would lay in bed looking and beg her to stay even though you knew she couldn't. She would tell you how much she wishes she could, then place a soft kiss on your lips and make her way out the door.

Oh, but the look on your face when she got home made it all worth it to Abby.

When she left, you found things to do around the house to occupy your time. Some days you would clean around the house, make a quick trip to the local farmers market to pick up some things, read, paint your nails, or count down the hours until your wife got home.

You have to admit that it was sometimes lonely when Abby wasn't around, but you didn't really mind it. She tried to encourage you to go out and make some friends, but you refused. You were never good at making friends, and you were okay with being alone. Being alone allowed you to have time to do whatever you wanted without being judged by other people.

Abby calls out your name but gets no response. However, she did hear the sound of soft music playing from the kitchen and you singing along beautifully. The smell of whatever you were cooking made Abby extra hungry as she tiptoed her way to you.

"I didn't know that I was capable of being happy right now, But you showed me how"

She stopped at the door and noticed that your back was turned to her as you swayed your body and stirred the pot.

Behind you, you could hear the familiar sounds of Abby's heavy boots coming up behind you slowly. You try to hold back a giggle because you know she is trying to scare you. You could feel her body close behind you as you kept on moving your hips softly to the beat.

"Hey, baby," You say with your back still facing her.

"How the fuck do you do that? I can never get you," Abby playfully scoffs as she brings her hands onto your hips and presses her body onto yours. Both of you were now swaying together to the beat of the song.

"Because I know you and all your tricks, abbs," You chuckle. "You can never scare me." Abby lets out a soft hum as she kisses the back of your neck and up to the back of your ear. You leaned your head to the side, allowing her better access as your body relaxed into hers and your eyes closed.

"You make me wanna cry in a good way"

"I missed you so fucking much, baby." She whispers into your ear. You shivered as Abby's hands began to move toward your stomach, pulling you further into her hard body.

"I miss you too, sweetheart," you breathe out dreamily. You had missed Abby so much today that all you wanted to do was stay in her arms forever. "I was thinking about you all day." Abby places a kiss on your ear.

"Mm, yeah? My beautiful little wife was thinking about me today." You didn't even realize that you still had the wooden spoon in your hand until you dropped it into the pan of mashed potatoes. You spin around and wrap your arms around Abby's neck, as one of her hands is now sitting low on your back and the other is placed in the middle of your back.

All you could do was stare into her eyes before you began to speak. "You don't understand how much I think about you every day, darling," you confess to Abby as you place a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's been a year since we got married, and I still can't believe you're mine, Abby." You tell her breathlessly. Her freckle-covered cheeks turned a deep red as she blushed.

"Baby, I should be saying these things to you," She tells you as she brings her face close to you without any hurry. "Beautiful." She whispers before her lips fall on yours.

The kiss was soft. Neither of you rushed it, as you both took your time and savored each other. You were addicted to the taste of Abby's soft, pouty lips and the taste of her mint chapstick that she always put on.

"You weigh just as much as me, don't you I can feel it when we touch"

Your hands grip the back of her neck as the other tugs at her messy blonde braid. Abby moaned into your mouth as you kept tugging and as she leaned in, making you bend back a bit. You feel her hand, which was placed on your lower back, now go down to your ass. Abby kneads at it as she continues to kiss you.

A minute later, you both pull away from each other simultaneously, breathing heavily.

As you both stare and caress each other, you give her braid one last tug as you stand on your tippy toes and go to kiss the bottom of her chin. Her fingers were still kneading into your cheek. "Why don't you go take a shower? Dinner should be ready as soon as you get out; is that fine with you, baby?" You ask her as you rub the back of her neck.

Abby gently nods her head as she replies, "Okay, baby. Thank you so much." She leaves one last kiss on your head as she gives your ass a quick slap and makes her way out of the kitchen.

All you could do was bite your lips and shake your head while observing her ass and thighs in her tight cargo pants.

...

After Abby's shower, she somehow convinced you to ditch dinner and sit with her for a little.

"Baby, I'm not even that hungry, honestly. I just wanna hold you." She says as she sits on the couch, pulling your waist so you can sit on her lap. Rather than sitting sideways on her lap, you adjusted yourself so that you were straddling her.

You knew she was hungry, she was just coming up with an excuse for you to join her.

"Abby, I know you're lying, babes." You tell her, looking deeply into her blue eyes as you push away some of the loose hair that came out of her braid. Her hands came up to your waist and held onto it.

Ugh, whatever, but I still wanna be here with you right now. I feel like we barely got to see each other this week," Abby confessed. You nodded your head and let out a hum, letting her know that you agreed.

Instantly, a thought popped into your head. "You know what, Abs?" You looked at her with bright eyes, seeing that she was already looking down at you with a curious look on her face. "You've been working really hard at the farm all week, and I think you deserve a break, don't you think?"

Abby briefly thinks about it: "Uh, I mean, I guess, sweetheart, but it's going to be really hard to find someone to take care of everything..." As much as Abby would love to spend the day with you, she knew that in order to get the job done the way she wanted it done, she was going to have to be the one to do it.

"Abby, please take the day off..." Your hand drops into your lap and slides up her shirt so you can feel her. "For me, baby," you murmur in a low voice. You observe her eyes as the soft look that was once there has quickly been replaced with a desirous stare.

"You slutty girl, you just want me to take off so I can have my way with you and make you cum all day, hmm?" Abby looked into one of your eyes, down at your lips, and back up to the other eye. All you could do was nod your head, unable to articulate the words.

Her words were vulgar, but she made them sound like the sweetest thing on earth with her soft voice.

The girl lets out a hum before she can say anything else. "Fine, I'll see what I can do." She places a quick peck on your lips and begins sensually gliding her fingers up and down your waist, inching close to your ass. You arch your back into her strong one, making your whole body tremble with nervousness and excitement. Your head started to feel fuzzy.

Even after years of knowing Abby and being very intimate with her, you still get nervous around her at times. It was easy for Abby to detect your nervousness without you saying anything. "Aww, am I making you nervous, my love?"

"You always make me nervous, Abs."

"Yeah?"

You nodded your head, leaned forward, and wrapped your arms around her neck. First you stroked the back of her head, then you pulled her braid down, making her head lean back into the couch.

You couldn't help yourself whenever she had her braid in. Something about the hairstyle invited you to pull against it, which Abby didn't hate. As a matter of fact, Abby loved it when you pulled her hair as she ate you out.

You bent your neck down and began to lick on the sensitive spot on her neck, making her grip your waist tighter and your hips thrust up to your clothed core.

"Oh, this feels so good, my girl." She whimpers softly. "You're making mommy feel so good."

Her words made you suck and lick her neck more. You wrapped her hair around your fist to help hold her in place. Abby trembled with pleasure as her throat released a sexy moan. With each suck on her neck, Abby could feel the sensation shoot down her body, making her clit throb.

"I wish I was fucking your pussy right now," she confessed. "I'd pound that pussy so good while you suck all down my neck." You could feel her throat vibrate with each word.

You continued your assault on her neck for a little while longer until you unwrapped her hair from your fist, stopped sucking, and leaned off of her body. She released your waist, stretching her arms on the top of the couch as she looked at you and bit her luscious lips. "Oh fuck me, baby. You look so delicious right now." You groan before grabbing her chin to look at her neck. The redish, purple hickey on her neck caught your eye. "This will let everyone know you're mine. You're my wife only, right?" You asked her possessively.

She nodded her head as soon as you asked her, "Forever, I'm forever yours, baby. Only yours."

"Good." You say as you place a quick kiss on her lips.

You never doubted Abby's loyalty at all; she never gave you any reason to question her—you just liked hearing her tell you.

"You want me to go up the stairs and get the strap, baby?" She asked. You shook your head at her, causing her to slightly frown.

You absolutely love it when she fucks you with the strap, but tonight you wanted it to be all about her. You wanted to show her how much you appreciated her.

"No, I wanna make you feel good, my love." You tell her before pushing yourself off of her lap and sitting down next to her. You were balled up into her side; your feet were folded up on the couch, and your right hand sat on her lower stomach. You noticed that her pants sat low on her hips—she didn't have on her underwear, and your fingers were just a couple of inches away from her pussy.

"Can I make you feel good?" You whispered to her as you looked up at her to see her already looking at you. Her eyes gazed at you as she took in your appearance.

"Baby, you don't have to do that, you know," she pleaded, making you scoff at her.

Abby is a stubborn woman; she's always so hard to persuade, even if you're practically begging her.

"I know, I don't have to do anything," you bluntly tell her, "but I want to."

The hand that once sat on her lower stomach was now gathering the spit from your mouth and about to slip into her pants before you looked at her again. Abby sat there agape with anticipation, ready to see what you were going to do. "Is it okay if I touch you, baby?" You asked her before touching her.

She wildly shook her head until she realized that words weren't coming out of her mouth. "Y-yeah," She stammers.

With that, you slide your hands deeper into her pants, feeling the light fuzz of her hair, and dip your spit-coated fingers onto her clit. You feel her strong arm bring your body closer to her tense one as she shakes and gasps. She was already sopping wet without your spit.

Her eyes flutter closed, while yours are still stuck on her face. "You're so wet, mommy. Tell me when I made you this wet." You moaned out as you rubbed lazy circles onto her throbbing clit.

"When-" She tries to speak but is interrupted by her own moans. She bites down on her fist as she tries to gather her words and stop herself from moaning.

You didn't like that, though; you loved hearing her pretty moans.

"Put your fist down; I want to hear all your beautiful sounds. Now, tell me what made you so wet, mommy." She instantly dropped her fist as her grip on your shoulder tightened.

"When you-oh my god-when you licked my neck and gave me a hickey," she said as you used your middle finger to flick her clit back and forth in a fast motion, making Abby try to grab at your hand. She didn't know what she was feeling right now. She wanted you to stop, but she also wanted you to keep going. She wanted to cum and lose her mind at the same time.

As she inched closer to her release, she whispered, Don't stop, in your ear, but that didn't stop you from teasing her, so you gradually slowed your pace on her clit and completely stopped. Just as fast as the feeling came, it left just as quickly after you slowed down, making Abby narrow her eyes at you and snarl.

"Aww, you were gonna cum? Hmm, baby?" You tease her as you pull out your hand from her pants and stick your fingers into your mouth, tasting her saltiness. You made eye contact with her as you sucked on your finger.

"You're such a tease, you know that, right?" She breathes out.

You just let out a laugh as you popped your finger out of your mouth. Abby suddenly moved her arm around you and got off the couch, leaving you confused. She then began to strip herself of her pajama pants, leaving her nude from the waist down. You couldn't help but kiss her pelvic bone as she stood tall in front of you. You swipe your pointer finger through her wet slit, making her weak to the knees. Before she could go down, she staggered and grabbed your shoulder tightly.

"N-no touching yet, sweetie..." She scowled at you and said, "You're gonna get on your knees and eat my pussy like a good girl, okay?" You nod your head at her as your eyes trail up her body, stopping at her face. She released your shoulder, stroked your cheek, and faintly muttered good.

She sat down on the couch, scooting to the edge so that her bottom was halfway hanging off. She sat there with her legs wide open, practically inviting you in. You just sat there, taking in her appearance, until she snapped you out of it. "What are you waiting for, baby? Get on your knees."

Without any hesitation, you dropped to your knees and positioned yourself between her legs, just a few inches away from her pussy, which was glistening from her wetness. You gawked at the view in front of you as your mouth watered, still tasting her juices on your tongue.

"Are you alright?" she asked you, making you look up at Abby, who had her eyebrow cocked up with amusement. "You can have a taste if you want," she encouraged you. However, you didn't need much encouragement.

With that, you leaned forward, feeling the heat of her body as you got closer, and licked up her wet slit before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking. Abby let out a gasp, holding her breath as she silently uttered, Oh my god, with a strained expression. She was about to reach for your head before she tried to grasp the cushion of your shared couch. You can hear her scratch at the polyester as her dull nails slide across it.

You dug yourself deeper between her legs, swirling and flicking your tongue around her clit. You could feel her arousal spreading across your face, including your nose. "Just like that, baby, keep eating mommy's pussy," she said, breathing hard. You felt yourself grow more and more greedy for her; you wanted to feel her against you, but you continued on pleasuring her. "You love tasting me, huh, beautiful?"

You loved it more than she could know; seeing the way she squirmed and moaned as you ate her out did something to you. It made you feel feral.

You let out a deep moaned around her clit, making her convulse at the vibrations. Abby's eyes squeezed shut as her jaw went slack before you released her clit from your mouth with a faint pop. You watched her sigh out as her eyes opened. She looked down at you with twinkling eyes and let out a chuckle. "Oh fuck, look at that messy face," she cooed at you. You licked up some of it that sat on your lips.

"It's so good, mommy," You moaned up at her.

"Yeah? Well, why don't you have some more?"

You nodded as you went back to licking her pussy. First, you nibbled at her lips, licking them and sucking. She enjoyed it for a little before she let out a frustrated grunt due to the lack of stimulation.

"Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you actually gonna do something?" She said. You let out a soft laugh at her frustration, causing her to mutter fine as she grabbed onto the side of your head and shifted her hips so that your mouth went onto her clit. "Now eat." She demanded.

Right when she said that, your lips began to suckle on her pearl gently, making sure not to do too much. She pulled you in more as she grinded her hips, loving the way it felt when her clit when released from your mouth and sucked back in. You tuned out the sounds of your slurping as you were focused on making her cum.

"My good little slutty wife, look at you," she sighs out as you lap up her juices, "a-always taking care of me." You tried to keep your eyes open to watch her, but with her words and delicious taste, you couldn't help it.

You began sucking harder, making her body tense and her legs clamp around your head, but you quickly grabbed her inner thigh. You allowed your drool to flow off your tongue as you ferociously ate her cunt, making her more soaked.

"Gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face." She moaned loudly, making you moan as well. "I'm cumming, oh fuck!" Her body was still tense, but now she was shaking—she cursed out and moaned your name as her cum gushed into your mouth. You swallowed it while some of it dripped down your chin.

You eventually pulled away from her pussy once her orgasm died down. Her breathing was loud as she lay there with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. Her loose strand of hair was stuck to her now sweaty forehead, looking beautiful as always. You just sat there between her thighs as you whispered, It's okay.

Finally, Abby took one last deep breath before opening her eyes, looking down at you, and letting out a chuckle. "I needed that," She said. Her hands rested over top of her t-shirt-covered stomach as she relaxed on the couch.

"I can tell, baby. You okay?"

"I'm more than okay," she said as she smirked at you, making you giggle. "Now can I fuck you? I wanna make you feel good."

"Nuh uh, Ms. Anderson, not tonight." You tell her as you place kisses on her inner thigh. Her body began to squirm, but she still kept her composure.

"It's actually Mrs. Anderson," she corrected you with her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched as she raised her left hand to show you her ring. "And why not, baby?" Her previous expression dropped quickly as she pouted.

"Because...I wanna keep tasting you tonight," you try to tempt her as you place your kisses closer to her pussy. It was working because she sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on her lip.

"You think you can cum one more time for me, mommy?" You asked her as you planted a kiss just above her pussy where the hair lay, on her soaking lips, and on her clit. She just nodded weakly as she watched.

You placed one more soft kiss on her clit before starting your attack again. You began to eat her out as if you were tongue kissing her plush lip. "Fuck, what has gotten into you, sweetie?" Abby moaned.

You groaned onto her pussy while bringing your fingers up to her pussy and teased her wet hole. You realized that you caught her by surprise because her body jolted. Once you slithered your finger into her, you began to move it in and out of her while servicing her clit with your mouth. You can feel her walls squeeze around your fingers.

"You're gonna make me cum already."

"Give-give me your hand so I can hold it while you make me cum," Abby sputtered out. You reach up, with your left arm resting on her thighs and stomach as our hands intertwine. Abby's stomach, as well as yours, flipped—there was something so mushy yet arousing about it. Seeing and feeling her finger rub against the ring she had given you did something to you. You move away from her pussy with your teeth lightly grazing against her clit. You slowly pulled your fingers out of her, then began to rapidly rub her pussy, making sure to focus on her clit.

"I-I'm cu-oh my god, I'm cumming." Her moans became uncharacteristically high, her legs got wider, and her grip on your hand tightened. Your arm began to ache as you continued your movements, but you had no plans on stopping.

"Cum for me, Abby; cum all over my hand, beautiful." You egged her on. You felt her squirm, trying to get away, but you pressed your wrist down on her stomach. Her face got redder and spread down to her neck.

"Shit! If you keep going, I'm gonna-" Her words were cut off as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Suddenly, her wet sounds got louder, and liquid began to gush from her, causing it to go everywhere. Down your arm, on your face, on your shirt, and all over herself. Some of it had even gotten on the couch, leaving a large wet spot, and on the carpet.

We're definitely going to have to get a new couch now.

"Oh!" You squealed out in surprise, continuing to rub against her clit. "You're squirting so much, baby!" It made you giddy that you were the one doing this to her.

Her body trashed around and trembled as she tried to speak, but she couldn't, so you decided that she had enough and stopped. You got off your knees and sat on the couch next to her before pulling her head into your chest. Her arms immediately wrapped around you. You could feel her quivering and breathing hard into your chest as you stroked and kissed her head.

"You did so good, baby," you murmured to her, rocking her back and forth.

You both stayed like that until she cooled down. You heard her say something, but you couldn't hear her, so you asked her to repeat herself.

"I can eat your pussy now," She said as her words were muffled into your chest.

"No, Abby. You need to rest."

"But I—" she tried to get out before you interrupted her.

You rolled your eyes. She was being stubborn again.

"No, plus you'll be home all day tomorrow, so you can do whatever you want." You smirked, making her smile into your chest, and said true in agreement.

It went quiet for a while until you felt Abby's breathing even out and her body slump against yours. She was asleep. You just shook your head, knowing she had been tired all along.

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 17 of 25 Days of Christmas: Spending Christmas with his family

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Words: 890

Rating: PG

Spending Christmas with Lando’s family feels like stepping into a cozy holiday movie scene, where warmth and laughter fill the air. As you arrive at their beautifully decorated home, the twinkling lights outside create an inviting atmosphere, and you can already smell the delicious aroma of festive treats wafting from the kitchen. The excitement is palpable, and you can’t help but smile, knowing you’re in for a memorable celebration.

As you walk through the door, you’re greeted by Lando’s infectious energy and his warm, welcoming family. His parents are bustling around the kitchen, preparing the traditional Christmas feast. You watch as Lando helps his mom, Claire, mix ingredients for the Christmas pudding, a cherished family recipe passed down through the generations. The two of them laugh and joke as flour dusts their clothes, and you can see the joy in their eyes—these little moments make the holiday so memorable.

The living room is a picture of festive cheer. The tree stands tall, adorned with sparkling ornaments, and topped with a star that shines brighter than the rest. Lando’s younger sister, Olivia, is hanging up stockings that she’s lovingly decorated. Each one is unique, reflecting the personality of its owner—yours included, of course! With every detail, you feel a growing sense of belonging, almost like you’re part of the family, and it warms your heart.

Once everyone is gathered, the tradition of sharing stories begins. Lando’s family has an excellent way of recounting memories, from past Christmas mishaps to heartwarming tales of generosity and kindness. You laugh with them, share their joy, and feel increasingly at home. Lando chimes in with a story about the time he accidentally knocked over the Christmas tree while trying to set up a racing game, and everyone laughs, remembering the chaos that ensued. It’s these shared moments that knit the family closer together.

As the sun sets and the sky turns a brilliant shade of twilight, the family gathers around the dining table, laden with a mouthwatering feast. There are all the classics: roasted turkey with all the trimmings, mashed potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, and a myriad of colorful vegetables. You marvel at the spread and feel a little guilty as your eyes widen—how can one person possibly eat all of this? But as everyone digs in, you realize it’s not just about the food; it’s about sharing the meal and the warmth of the family bond that it represents.

Between bites, Lando’s father, Adam, raises a toast, thanking everyone for coming together during this special time. His heartfelt words resonate with you, making you appreciate the holiday spirit even more. It’s clear that family means everything to them, and you feel lucky to be a part of it, if only for a day.

After dinner, it’s time for the highlight of the evening: the gift exchange. The excitement builds as everyone gathers around the Christmas tree, gifts piled high and waiting to be unwrapped. Lando’s eyes sparkle with anticipation, and you can’t help but feel the same energy coursing through you. As the presents are distributed, a flurry of laughter, squeals, and heartfelt thanks fills the room.

When it’s your turn, Lando hands you a beautifully wrapped gift. With each layer you peel away, the atmosphere grows more excited until you finally reveal a personalized mug featuring a cartoon version of yourself and Lando racing on the track. You can’t help but laugh, and Lando beams with pride, delighted that you love it. It’s a thoughtful gift that speaks volumes about his attention to detail and your bond.

As the evening winds down, the family settles into a cozy corner of the living room, warmed by the soft glow of the fireplace. With a stack of Christmas movies piled high, you all select a classic to watch together. You curl up on the couch next to Lando, feeling content and happy. The laughter and joy continue, filling your heart with warmth and love as you sink into the comfortable atmosphere.

As the movie plays, you reflect on the day’s events. You think about the stories shared, the laughter exchanged, and the traditions upheld. There’s something uniquely beautiful about spending Christmas in a family atmosphere like this, where warmth and acceptance reign supreme. You feel deeply grateful for being welcomed into such a loving environment, and it fills your heart with warmth.

As the night comes to an end, Lando’s family gathers to share a few last festive treats: hot chocolate and, of course, Christmas pudding with a side of custard. You take a moment to appreciate the good cheer around you, watching Lando interact with his family and seeing the bond they all share. It strikes you how lucky he is—not just for his success behind the wheel but for the love that surrounds him.

Finally, as you prepare to leave, Lando’s family insists on a group photo by the Christmas tree, capturing this perfect day forever in a snapshot. You pose with broad smiles and an overwhelming sense of happiness, knowing that this Christmas with Lando’s family will be a cherished memory for years.

You can’t stop smiling as you say goodbye and enter the crisp night air. The laughter, the warmth, and the magic of Christmas linger in your mind, a beautiful reminder of the importance of family, friendship, and celebrating moments together.

[actuallysaiyan]

And Keep The Beast At Bay(Incubus!All Smite x Fem!Reader)

warnings: unprotected sex, monster AU, All Smite, villain AU, incubus, vaginal fingering, use of sleep aids/drugs, oral sex(fem receiving), rough sex word count: 1.1k pairings: Incubus!All Smite/Villain!All Might x Fem!Reader summary: you keep trying to get rid of that damn nightmare, but it turns out it's not a nightmare at all. a/n: For the lovely @nanamiscocksleeve's collab event, Monster Mash! Dividers by @adornedwithlight, found the gif on google credits to the one who made it <3

 Every night you have the same dream. Every night it’s the same sensations of fear. The way his eyes seem to glow red. The way he’s so much bigger than you. You can’t handle it any longer.

It becomes even more intense as you begin to dream of different scenarios. It starts off with the monster crawling out from under your bed to look at you closer. Then the next night you dream of the monster getting onto your bed and pinning you down. You shudder at the thought of what the night after that might be.

It was getting to the point where you wanted to stop sleeping. You couldn’t focus on your day to day tasks anymore and you were beginning to become a little more than worried about your health. Certainly not sleeping would make you sick eventually. And who knows what else would follow if you continued this path?

You’re in the pharmacy looking for a sleep aid when you swear you see the monster in the corner of your eye. You nearly knock over a display as you try to gain control of your reality. Some people stare at you but the minute they see the sleep aid in your hand, they seem to understand what’s going on for you.

That night, you have no dreams. The sleep aid works so beautifully. And you begin to sleep more and have a better quality of life. Turns out it was only just some nightmares. With a little pill, you could make it all go away.

Except what you didn’t actually realize was that this monster wasn’t just a nightmare. It wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. It was very real and it had attached itself to you. It wasn’t going to give you up just that easily and it was becoming upset that you would even attempt to get rid of him.

One night, the monster appears at the foot of your bed. You shudder when you notice his glowing red eyes. They seem to almost illuminate the entire room. Your bed dips at his weight as he crawls on top of you.

“Did you really think you could leave me out of this?” His voice is deep and gravelly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Your whole body feels warm at his touch. Fear and arousal begins to mix in together as this monster undresses you. You look so adorable, all spread out and naked on the bed just for him. Your eyes are wide with fear as you watch him pull down his pants. 

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” he asks as he pressed himself down on your body. You feel his cock straining against his underwear. “So cute, so adorable! Just for me…”

Despite him haunting your dreams, you have no idea who this is. You don’t know his name, don’t know his goal. All you know is that he chose you. He chose your dreams to invade. And with the way things are going, he’s going to fuck you too. But this is just a dream and this wasn’t real.

“Poor little thing,” he grunts against the skin of your neck. “You must have really believed you could get away from me.”

His hands are rough against your skin. He begins ripping off your pajamas, watching smugly as the clothing turns to shreds. You try to squirm to get away from his touch, but it’s hard to push his big frame off of you.

Then the room begins to get hotter as he begins pressing kisses to your neck and collarbone. His tongue feels hot against your pulse point. You can smell a smokey scent along with sweaty leather. It triggers something deep inside of you, almost like it’s a comfort and a turn on at the same time.

All the while, this monster is kissing down your body. He spreads your thighs; his red, glowing eyes snapping up to look at you. He chuckles darkly.

“How rude of me,” he begins as he sucks a deep mark into your inner thigh. “I don’t know manners. I haven’t even introduced myself. You may call me Toshinori, considering you’re about to scream my name in a second.”

You have seconds to process this information before he begins lapping at you like you are the sweetest candy in the world. His tongue feels like velvet and it’s warm. You can’t help but cry out his name, and you find that it feels right on your tongue.

“Mmm that’s it,” he growls against your wet cunt. “I told you that you’d be screaming my fucking name.”

You watch with bated breath as he brings two of his long and thick fingers to his mouth, sucking on them and getting them nice and wet. You know what he’s going to do with them, but it still doesn’t prevent you from gripping the sheets when he pumps them both into your little hole.

“Just gripping them,” Toshinori comments. “I bet you’ll feel fucking good when you’re milking my cock.”

Your head is whirling with arousal and emotions as he’s fucking you on his fingers. The rough pads curl up against your sweet spot, making you shake from head to toe. Then he leans back in to suckle on your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighten up really quickly.

But before you can have the satisfaction of your orgasm, he pulls away quickly. You whine from the loss of contact, making him kiss you roughly. Tasting yourself on his lips makes you even more wet. You feel the weight of his cock on your mound, and slowly he prods your hole with the tip.

“Think it’ll fit?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. “I think so.”

With one fast movement, he’s balls deep inside of you. Your eyes roll back, your toes curl and you’re panting. Just from the stimulation you had earlier and now the sudden intrusion, you swear you’re going to cum. You try to warn him, but all that comes out are sweet little moans.

“Hehe, I know. I know…” He coos. “Just let go for me.”

His grip on your hips tightens as he begins pounding into you. His hips snap harshly and he’s already leaning in to bite down on your neck, collarbone and breasts. You think you’ll be littered in marks when this is all over.

It’s not a long and drawn out affair, but he brings you to climax once more before he cums deep inside of you with a loud roar. The smell of smoke and leather intensifies. Then you feel him slipping out of you, making you shudder.

“Shhh, don’t worry, dollface. I’ll be back again tomorrow night.”

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[kiame-sama]

what twst yanderes do you think could share? I think there are definitely several that could team up!

Warnings; Yandere Relationships, poly relationships, multi-yandere relationships, I already have way too many OC ideas with different backgrounds that fit with the different yandere groups,

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Full House: All Named Heartslabyul characters. Each of the card suits are represented (Ace- Hearts, Deuce- Spades, Trey- Clover/Clubs, Cater- Diamonds) and paired with the Queen card (Riddle- Hearts) you have a full-house in terms of poker.

Poisonous Beauty- Vil and Rook already seem to be in a mutually respectful and beneficial type relationship that pushes both to work on themselves and hold themselves accountable. Throw a darling in the mix and they will share beautifully.

Lion Tamer- Leona and Rook share a darling. The Lion and the Hunter both sharing a sweet little lamb between them. Leona has shown a certain level of respect for Rook and Rook already stalks Leona for the thrill of it.

Dragon's Hoard- All of Diasomnia's named characters. Main yandere is Malleus who insists darling is his mate. He is kind enough to share with his retainers and teacher, but darling is mainly Malleus' prize. Lilia is more of a mentor to the group but does enjoy a quick tryst now and again with darling, the most experienced of the group.

Monster Mash- Leona and Malleus. This only works because of darling, otherwise they will be fighting and wanting the other dead. Truly it is only because darling can tame and diffuse the tempers/prides of the monster men to actually get them to get along. Have a harder time sharing given their dislike for one another.

Sea Monsters- Azul and the Twins sharing a darling between the three of them. The twins already respect and listen to Azul, so Azul is giving them a 'bonus' by allowing this little triangle of sharing when it comes to darling and darling's time. The twins often switch between darling and Azul so both are protected at all times. Floyd likes spending more time with darling than Azul but that is because darling is more fun and squishy. Jade adores his time with darling but understands his skills are better suited for being around Azul. Azul will always set aside time to spend with darling and is happy to include the twins during this time.

Octo-charmer- Azul and Jamil. Both have an underhanded way to manipulate others and have a tendency to be patient enough for the long game. These two working together for a mutual darling would be rather dangerous and impossible to stand against. Both brilliant in their own right, they could share a darling with minimal bickering.

Hyena Charmer- Jamil and Ruggie. The Masquerade special at Nobel Bell College made it clear Jamil and Ruggie have a similar approach to handling situations so I think they could make a good partnership when it comes to sharing a darling.

King of Beasts- Leona and Ruggie. They already have a mutually beneficial relationship in how Ruggie mostly puts up with Leona's behavior and Leona in turn protects Ruggie as his second in command. They could share a darling, but Leona would still get the lion's share of the benefits.

Golden Sands- Jamil and Kalim. I am loathe to put them together given the fact that I feel Jamil deserves his own darling after years of dealing with Kalim, but Jamil and Kalim would make a good yandere pair. Darling would likely prefer Kalim's affections given Kalim is less likely to punish darling, but Jamil could also use Snake Charmer on Darling to make them prefer him instead.

Historic Cruelty- Divus and Mozus. Trein is much more patient and lenient with darling as he is in his 50s and he just wants a settled down beloved that he can spoil. Divus is more of the punishment/reward type for whenever their shared darling acts up or gets rowdy as he is in his late 20's/early 30's and is content to be a brat tamer. Both want to spoil darling and are willing to do their own thing to get the results they desire from their beloved.

Elder Fae- Lilia and Crowley. Both are older fae (I'm just assuming on Crowley's part given his features and age/temperament) and both are more eccentric when it comes to how they interact with the world. They could contentedly share a darling together given their attitudes and tempers. Lilia would actually be the main enforcer of rules despite his more exciteable temper as he still has that paternal experience and put his foot down on certain behavior. Alternatively, Lilia is also the one who spoils darling more due to Crowley being a penny-pincher more stringent on funds. The relationship is more focus on Lilia as far as actual relationships go and the frequent interruption from Crowley wanting attention. It works for the two Fae.

Father Crow's Staff- Platonic yandere team-up of the staff looking after Crowley's offspring. Divus is the father that stepped up when Crowley failed to be a good father. Trein is the adoptive grandfather. Sam is the adoptive older brother. Vargas is the adoptive fun uncle. Even the fire fairies and ghosts try to have a hand in protecting/raising Crowley's young. They will be raised in NRC given Crowley is Headmage and lives there most of the time. Probably more protective of a fem-aligned darling than masc-aligned given NRC is an all male school (minus darling) and that means the child needs to be protected even more from untoward students. Lilia is a constant problem as he frequently tries to adopt this little up-and-coming Fae child given how little Crowley actually parents them.

[shortstrawberry]

How the Resident girlies will spend Christmas with you as Christmas is just around the corner.

(credit to amazing @pyramantic for the pics)

1. Bela

Bela gives you the greatest Christmas gift she could get you: taking a day off.

Bela's way to relax with you is to take you both away from home related drama. So she'd fly you away to a European country for a white Christmas. How about Germany?

You both would walk hand in hand around the snow laden streets of Berlin, enjoying the Christmas spirit.

Bela's favourite Christmas drink is mulled wine. She loves to make it personally for you. You love the warm and sweet spicy taste of it.

2. Donna

You and Donna had to keep the flower shop open during the day, as a lot of people buy last minute flowers. However, you and Donna both made sure to spend a lot of time together decorating the shop for Christmas.

Donna keeps on holding the mistletoe over you. You of course have no choice but to follow the tradition and kiss her. Not that you need any tradition to kiss your soft Italian florist.

In the evening you both decide to celebrate in the beautifully decorated shop itself. You both set the chairs and table and Donna sings Italian Christmas carols for you. Having Christmas dinner surrounded by red and white roses is a experience you'll never forget.

Donna's favourite Christmas drink is Bombardino, a Italian christmas drink quite similar to eggnog. Angie often tries to spike it. You let her do it, because drunk Donna is a adorable Donna.

3. Cassandra

Cassandra is a total Broadyway bish and she'll be taking you to catch the The Christmas Spectacular show in New York.

After the show, you both would be go to Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree and take so many cute selfies together that your phone memory would explode.

Cassandra and you would soon have enough of crowded New York streets and just retreat back home. There you both will order in some pizza and spend the Christmas night cuddling and watching musicals.

Cassandra's favourite Christmas drink is hot buttered rum. It is warm and cosy and not boring, just like Cassandra herself.

4. Angie

Angie is your resident party girl, but for Christmas, she'll stay home, with you. She wants to spend the next morning waking up with you without a hangover.

Still, there would be some drinks around. But nothing too boozy. Angie would spend Christmas cooking together with you and watching Italian soap operas with you.

Angie and you would also play a lot of board games. Especially Jenga, where you would loose for the umpteenth time. Getting drunk regularly has given Angie a excellent sense of balance.

Angie's favourite Christmas drink is Limoncello, a sweet and tangy lemon drink with dashes of alcohol. It's something that both you and Angie can enjoy without getting completely hammered.

5. Daniela

Dani is all about creating the perfect romantic dates for you. So she'll set up lights and Christmas decorations at home for the perfect Christmas date.

Dani all throughout the dinner (that she herself cooked) would tell you about the Christmas she spent at Dimiterescu Mansion. Hearing how close the Dimiterescu sisters were during childhood would always bring a smile to your face.

You and Dani after dinner would dance around the room on Christmas songs. Dani would especially loudly sing "All I want for Christmas is you".

Dani's favourite Christmas drink is a simple hot chocolate. She makes sure to put extra marshmallow on top of yours.

6. Alcina Dimiterescu

You would spend the Christmas with Alcina at her extravagant Dimiterescu Mansion. Alcina has made sure to deck every floor with Christmas decorations.

Alcina has also made sure to have her personal chef make a feast for Christmas. Stuffed turkey, buttery mashed potatoes, you name it, it's there on the table. Alcina makes sure you have a little taste of everything by her own hands.

Later, you and Alcina would spend the Christmas night painting together. You'd model in Santa clothes (how skimpy is your imagination) while Alcina happily paints on her canvas.

Alcina's favourite Christmas drink is Catena Malbec Wine. She serves it to you with a side of cheese and cured meats.

7. Miranda

Miranda bestows upon you the greatest Christmas gift she could ever give you: taking a day off.

Miranda is a homebody, so Christmas with her would be a homely and cozy affair. She would make a comforting dinner for you. You would be sitting on the kitchen counter and just watching her move around as old Christmas songs play in the background.

Miranda and you are both bibliophiles, so it's no wonder you both would curl up on a large comfy chair together and read Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

Miranda's favourite Christmas drink is Vișinată, a Romanian sour cherry brandy. Miranda makes sure you drink it slowly so that you don't get too drunk.

And that's it! I wish you all a very Merry Christmas!!

[luckycheesefoodie321]

BRING THE TISSUES ONCE MORE FOR INSIDE OUT 2 MOTHER FUCKERS I WAS NOT PREPARED (SPOILERS)

I know that Inside Out 2 was meant to grow up with its original audience and explore more complex emotions, experiences and the nuances of growing up and building your sense of self which is (and the movie does this so so so well) completely ripped apart and mashed together once you hit puberty (an ongoing thing that is not resolved in any capacity for YEARS as they so beautifully demonstrated by the little mind people “going to lunch” after only just starting demolition).

But fuck me sideways and kill me dead.

I was not prepared to watch the visual representation of an anxiety attack nor all her emotions EMBRACING EVERY FACET OF HER SENSE OF SELF AS SHE USES THE ANXIETY COOL DOWN METHOD (5 things you see, 4 things you hear etc.)

And it’s not like Anxiety gets eradicated at the end. She’s still there. She’s still present. But Riley has ways to manage it now.

And by the same token, the line “maybe adults don’t experience joy as much” BROKE ME. But Joy still breaking through the storm of anxiety and Riley CHOOSING Joy.

I’m tearing up just thinking about it.

Embracing Joy and the full spectrum of your emotions is an incredibly high order of emotional maturity that most adults struggle to achieve. Showing to children that even with everything changing in their lives and things going haywire, it doesn’t mean the end of the world. It doesn’t mean you can’t be snarky and battle the waves of your emotions or feel anxiety. It doesn’t mean you have to suppress your own emotions either. You can feel what you need to feel but still choose joy at the end of it.

Even with all these complex emotions inside. Sometimes you can just be happy. Or sad. Or disgusted. Or angry. Or afraid. You are no ONE thing.

And goddamn it, as someone twice Riley’s age, it hit so damn hard and I can only imagine some young teen or even older teen out there going through the gamut of neurological upheaval as their brain LITERALLY RESTRUCTURES ITSELF TO BECOME SOMEONE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT, that things will be ok.

Anyway go watch inside out 2.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

An ode to fanfiction

I've been in "fandom" almost 2 years now and I've yet to find the mountains of cringe content I was told to expect.

What I found were authors who exceed many a published writer in skill and vision.

There are many good stories in this world, but often they lack convincing language. There are many beautifully written books, but often their plot is mediocre. And we forgive that...why are we so nitpicky with fanfic?

Taking a character/a world/a dynamic and expanding on it is a basic feature of literature since the beginning of writing.

Shifting, transforming, and adapting those features is a known and respected feature in literature as well.

Mashing together different storylines to blend them into something new has given us some of the most beloved books in the world.

And no, not every fanfiction writer is a literary genius...some are just really good at their thing. So are most popular authors who produce a new novel every few years. (And those books are bought eagerly!)

BUT (and it's a big but) many an author I've found in my fandom can easily hold a candle to published (and much respected and praised) authors in terms of storytelling, pacing, vocabulary, characterisation, actual plot, and original ideas perfectly blended with a pre-existing framework.

I wish people would stop dismissing that, because it sounds as if they don't really like to read for the pleasure of it, they just like to brag about the name on the cover...

[artemismoorea03]

Been playing a lot of minecraft with my friends and let me tell you things have really been heating up.

Between two mysterious God-like entities who are only known as "Fire" and "Ice", hints at other Gods who have been killed in the past and NINE Ancient Cities all within 2000 blocks of each other its been an adventure.

Then to make things weirder the Gods have apparently chosen two people over the others and since then those two people have been changing. One person is becominf burned and the other (me) was also the first to show any changes at all starting with all color fading from them before they started to turn blue and frostbitten. Now other people are starting to change, picking sides and devoting their loyalty to the God's they picked.

But despite the sides we all still work together to piece together the story of what happened between the Gods. Why did Fire and Ice betray each other? Why did Fire kill the Earth God? Was it the same reason that Ice killed Water? Are there other Gods?

And who was it that simply said "SOON" in the chat and has been leaving messages behind? Whoever it is, Ice and Fire seem freaked.

Anyways, this was a long drawn out way to say, have my art! Now, unfortunately I dont have the references anymore but I do have some of the names saved so I'll do my best to credit them!

Start and more recent pictures of the two chosens. Myself and @chaoticentitycc ! This has since changed but you get the idea. This reference was from K_MB001 (I have no idea where they posted it some of these references are as old as my phone so they have since been lost to time).

The reference I had saved for this one wasn't signed so if anybody can tell me who did it I would appreciate it but I am shit at saving the refs after I'm done with them so it is also lost.

But this is Ice and Fire or at least how I picture them! But everybody in the server has differen ideas about their looks.

This ref came from Albanenechi on Tiktok! Its me again because I can~

These next two use references from Mellon_Soup on tiktok! I have a lot of them saved on my phone for a bunch of fandom art.

This is another old reference with no signature and while I loved it at the time I have since discovered I hate it so we're gonna move on XD

Now these next three are all part of a sequence of events that took place the other day on the server. The original of one reference was from one of the beautifully drawn Shadowpeach Bio Family Au by Kyri45 but I could not for the life of me get it to work. Thankfully @stellawolfe30 saved the day and made me one.

The other two are from Pokemon screenshots that I mashed together for what I needed. Anyways well go in the order of events. Pokemon - Stella - Pokemon. Warning the piece under the continue line has some mild gore but its not too bad.

I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!

[according2thelore]

I was rereading that small snippet you wrote where es!Dean comes to ls!Sam one night because he can't sleep, and ls!Sam thinks he's back in the cage. And UGH, it still kills me. But anyway, I was wondering.

Do you think es!Dean would go to es!Sam that night or the next day at all? Just because he needs to see his own Sam, a younger Sam, a Sam he knows front to back? I like to imagine he'd go to es!Sam that night and wake him up, and es!Sam looks at him all annoyed for waking him up and is about to start telling him off, but then he sees how startled es!Dean looks and just asks what's wrong instead. And listen I'm a sucker for them being soft so I just like the idea of Sam letting Dean hold him or something, because this Sam isn't hurt like that yet, and dean feels like he can still protect him here. Like a parent holding their kid whose already an adult, but who got hurt, and they just need to hold them. Because that's still their baby, and it hurts them deeply that their baby got hurt at all.

Same goes for es!Sam seeing the was ls!Dean has changed post hell and how he acts differently or has his own triggers. Id love to hear how you think he'd react to accidentally triggering ls!Dean in some way. And, again, if he would go to his own deans afterwards as some sort of comfort. He knows es!Dean, he understands him, he's not driving blind with his Dean. Maybe he would hug Dean or just sit with him that night or something, because Dean is supposed to be fearless and his protector, his big cool strong brother, but ls!Dean is different too. And he just wants that reassurance from his own dean, that this is still the Dean he knows. The boy who raised him and held him.

I just love the idea of them disregarding their whole "no chick flick moments" when it comes to seeing versions of themselves who are actually very distressed, and just going to each other's rooms and being with(holding) each other.

Give me that hurt/comfort babyyyyy lol

Seriously though, would love to hear your thoughts!

hi, ari! <3 (the ficlet ari is referring to!)

AHHHHH as usual this is BEAUTIFULLY PUT!!!!

absoLUTELY! i think LS!Dean probably kicks ES!Dean awake the next morning and tells him that he should leave first, and sneak back into his and ES!Sam's room before ES!Sam can put two and two together on where he spent the night.

when dean stops and looks back at older sam and dean on the bed, older sam's arm is laying on the bed where young dean used to be. his brow is slightly furrowed, and he makes a small noise when older dean pulls him closer around the waist. dean notices older sam's wrinkles and the thin, silvery lines of scars peeking underneath his shorts and above the collar of his shirt.

dean walks numbly back to his and sam's room and stares at sam--young sam, his sam--sleeping for a long time, standing in their doorway. he looks like a child compared to the haunted man he left behind. his mouth pouts slightly out like he's done since he was a toddler, face mashed right into dean's shoulder blades.

it's early--probably close to five or six--and dean knows it comes from years of living in each other's pockets and being so aware of each other in a room that they can find each other with their eyes closed, that has sam making a soft, sleepy almost-coo and raising his head. he blinks a dean in the doorway.

"the hell are you doing?" sam asks, gruff and choked thick. dean can't speak for a long moment, chest so tight that it hurts to breathe. sam scowls. he clears his throat. "seriously, man. why the hell are you starin'?"

it's not until dean steps closer that sam sobers, eyebrows pulling together and drawing up in concern. dean has watched this exact expression form a million times, in a million different ways, in a million different contexts. since sam was old enough to be concerned about him.

"woah, dean. what--" he sits up, limbs sleep-slow and clumsy. "are you okay?" dean doesn't know what facial expression he's making, so he looks away when he sits down on the side of sam's bed. he doesn't bother turning on the light, knowing that when he does, something here will snap and break and force dean back into his own bed or out into the hallway. banishing him like a ghost after their tie to humanity has turned to ash.

"i--" dean has to clear his own throat, something thick and uncomfortable making his first syllable come out as a croak. "nothing. dream, i think."

it felt like a dream, older sam's eyes wide and scared in the dark, the violence he wrought on his body as a reach for clarity. knowing that this body in front of him--the one he knows as much as his own, wants to protect more than his own--will only contain a fraction of the wounds he'll incur.

the warmth of sam's body, after, the strong arm that dean's older self let drape over dean's own hip, pressing both him and sam to his body like they were owned.

sam shifts in his sheets, tucking his legs up to let dean get more comfortable on top of the bed, but dean doesn't.

"do...do you want to talk about it?" sam asks, stilted, but dean doesn't answer. no. he doesn't.

he finally manages to pull his eyes back up to sam's and greedily swallows the lack of stubble on his cheeks, the lineless eyes, the mole below his eye, the brush of askew bangs against his eyebrows.

this is the man dean knows. this is the body dean loves. this is the home that dean will come to again and again.

slowly, like he's afraid dean will bolt, sam lifts up his covers and lays back down.

"go back to bed." sam says. dismissed, and a little humiliatingly stung, dean stands up quickly, about to--but not ready to--go back to his cold bed. but as soon as dean's weight stops pinning down the sheet, sam's arm slips over and lifts the corner up, flipping it over on itself so a triangle of space on his bed is exposed.

dean doesn't what it is that makes sam do it. pity, maybe. commiseration, possibly. dean has shaken sam awake from many a nightmare in the past six months, visions plaguing sam near-constantly of strangers dying in horrific ways. dean always makes sure his sheets are untucked when he goes back to bed, and sam only took him up on it once, after a vision of a six year old getting their arm ripped off by a werewolf.

dean almost turns around and goes back to his own bed. almost. his skin is buzzing with the need to feel sam's skin, and dean thinks if he goes back to his own bed now, he'll shake apart with it. he doesn't meet sam's eyes when he takes the sheet from sam's outstretched hand and slides into his bed.

sam's eyes are closed when dean finally manages to force himself to lay down, but dean knows from his breathing that he's not asleep. so grateful for sam knowing him so well, so humiliated that his ears burn and his stomach churns, dean's eyes consume sam's sleeping face in the dim light diffusing in from the hallway, the spill of his hair against the pillow, the twitch of his mouth as he begins to fall asleep in earnest. the simultaneous agony and comfort of knowing and being so known makes it hard for dean to fall asleep. when he finally does, he dreams of nothing at all.

when they wake up the next morning, sam's head is tucked underneath his nose, mouth open and breathing wetly against dean's collarbone, the horn of the amulet digging a notch into his cheek. dean's arm is wrapped around his waist. dean pretends to sleep until sam gets up to shower, unable to be the one to break their contact.

~~~

if ES!Sam accidentally triggers LS!Dean, i'm sure it ends with LS!Dean yelling at him or ignoring him in some way, which really shakes ES!Sam up. LS!Dean doesn't tend to be straight-up triggered by a lot in canon in the later seasons, but i imagine if/when he does, it gets pretty explosive, because he tends to bury things down really deep.

at this point, i absolutely see ES!Sam going to sit with ES!Dean--in the chair right next to him or in a place he can stare at him--just to be in his presence. he asks dean about whatever he's doing but doesn't listen to a word, just lets the familiar cadence of his brother's voice put his nerves at ease. he sticks to dean like cling film for a few hours, listening to him talk and bickering with him lightly about whatever comes to mind.

dean has always been strong and unbeatable and definite, and even though sam knows logically--and has seen more than once--dean falls apart and breaks down and needs help rebuilding, it has shaken him to see the depth of it. sam wants him to come to him when he needs help, but whatever LS!Dean through is clearly too powerful for sam. it reaches down into the core of him, and ES!Sam is overwhelmed and terrified about thinking what could even start to chip away at dean's core of self.

ES!Sam might even ask ES!Dean to spar just so he can feel the heft of dean's bones and the way his familiar calluses feel on his skin. he can feel dean's warm hands in his hair, the sharp jut of his forearm against sam's throat. the hands of the boy that picked him up a million times when he fell down, instead of the man that has seen things beyond sam's comprehension. he needs to see the flash of familiar scars--a few that were made shielding sam's body, that sam has been memorizing for years, that sam sewed together with his own hands--as opposed to unfamiliar ones made by enemies dean still dreams about.

i'm sorry this section was shorter--i didn't want this to be 8k words long since i already wrote a 1k ficlet up top lol!

thank you SO much for this ask, ari!! eek! i had a blast thinking about this as per usual. i hope you have a good week! <3

-lizzy [ES/LS verse explanation/masterlist]

[alexsiple]

hello! i think your ella fue piece is gorgeous and i'd love to hear more about your inspo for it / the story behind it!

omg thank you so much... WHAT A NICE QUESTION?!

this is the piece for clarity's sake. i remember painting this piece in like 1-2 days and searching around for hours for inspo because i wanted to draw more environments in south america. i got caught up in a rio rabbithole and mashed a bunch of references together. of course there's a sapphic thing going on here. wanted to capture an earnest moment of seeing another girl walking by also holding a coconut. LMFAO.

also during that time (and now, still) i was becoming completely obsessed with fania all-stars and played their song "ella fue" over and over while drawing this. I FUCKING LOVE FANIA ALL-STARS. obviously they're not brasilian but the song is so beautifully performed and can be interpreted as many things because of the vagueness of the lyrics... was she the one, past tense? is she no longer the one? or is it a sort of act of narration as we, the listeners, are taken by the hand to peer at a moment in time where someone realized She was the one! like we're watching a movie? i feel more of the latter. the song feels like the beach when it's uncomfortably hot. a seemingly lighthearted but intense passion. y'know? similarly in my painting i wanted it to be up to interpretation. will the girl simply keep walking after looking, or will they speak and become friends. or something... more? LOL. need to draw more gay people on the beach in south america i think

[residentfromnowhere]

| A PART OF YOU |

KyojuroRengokuXReader

TW: Suggestive Content & Fluff

As your and Kyojuros bodies mold feverishly together while the sun sets beautifully behind you in a moment of utter ecstasy, he unlatches from your wet, puffed lips and allows you to gasp for air. It’s sharp but your nails that have found and dug ferociously into his back are sharper. You were clothed merely a moment ago but it seems that it’s been more than an hour since he’s confessed his hidden feelings for you and that you returned them in kind. It was sudden, the kiss. You were about to tell him something along the lines of “I love you” but was interrupted by the feeling of his lips mashing into yours. It was needy and one sided at first but as the minutes went by, your lips instinctively kissed back, causing you both to just lose control. You both wanted this, yearned for this. And now that it’s happening, who knows when it’s going to stop?

God you’re so beautiful…

Your heart flutters at his praises. With The way his hands molded and caressed every single inch of you with care and how his low, husky voice vibrated at the crook of your neck made you have goosebumps made your body temperature rise. You didn’t want to let go and neither did he. It was as though you were stuck to one another and the only thing that could stop you two is if the world went up in flames and even then it wouldn’t be enough. This was years in the making. This very moment that was dreamt countlessly by the both of you finally had come and to make up for lost time, you just couldn’t let him go. Now, with puffed lips, heavy breaths and clothes barely on, you both linger into each others eyes, waiting for the other to speak. Before you could, you felt a small peck on your lips and his hands tenderly cup your face. In a hushed tone and his bright, fiery eyes burning into yours he says….

“Let me breathe in the scent that drives my internal desire to the brink. Let me feel on the body of a divine entity unlike any other seen or heard of before. Allow me the up most of pleasers to taste what can only be described as the holy grail of liquids, the fruits of your labor, the epitome of greatness. Let me, my beloved, my heart, my truth, be with you. Be a part of you. Be you. Be mine and Let me be yours”

[polyshipweek]

Polyship Week '24 - Day Three Prompts

We are four weeks away from #PolyshipWeek24, and it’s time to take a closer look at the prompts!

Day Three

Queerplatonic Partners

Show us the relationships in your polyship that blur the lines between platonic and romantic! What does it mean to your blorbos to have partnerships that are exactly what they want, no matter what anyone expects? Does your ship have aro or ace members at the heart of the polycule? Lifelong nesting partners, unhinged ride-or-dies, the people who are your blorbo's "people" — this prompt is a celebration of all those beautifully unique "secret third thing" relationships.

Beach

Who doesn't love a beach episode? Take your polyship to the seaside! Who likes to get buried in the sand? Who forgets to wear sunscreen? Who's teaming up for beach volleyball? Who just wants to read their book in the shade? Is your squad's beach a tropical island, a quiet lakeside, or a lighthouse on a rocky spur? Is this a pleasure trip, or is there something more complicated afoot?

Reverse Tropes

For this prompt, take a classic trope, and turn it on its head! A hotel suite with too many beds, a dose of can't-touch pollen, or maybe a curse where you can't say anything true — how does your polyship handle a topsy-turvey plot device? Check out the links here and here for even more ideas of reverse tropes!

Through the Years

Show us your polyship getting old and grey! Maybe they're taking a group selfie on a crisp fall day, like these folks from shutterstock, or maybe they're commiserating over their various aches and pains. Do they have kids? Grandkids? What does retirement look like for your blorbos — or are they too stubborn to slow down? What milestones have they celebrated together?

As a reminder, feel free to make any kind of fanwork for any of the prompts, mash them up, or do your own thing entirely. Check out the 2024 Masterpost for the full prompt list!

[fanfics4all]

Cold Turkey

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 28!

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Callie Adams-Foster x Male!Reader 

Word count: 614

Warnings: Just delicious fluff!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Cold Turkey

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*Callie’s POV*

The kitchen was chaos. Mariana and I were both bustling around, trying to piece together a half-respectable Christmas dinner for our family and my boyfriend. It was supposed to be simple, or at least, that’s what Mariana and I told ourselves when we took on the task. We were determined to pull off a flawless dinner, and honestly, I think we might have been a little too confident. We watched a few cooking tutorials, picked out some ambitious recipes, and even made a schedule to make sure everything was perfect. But things had a way of getting complicated when Mariana and I were in the kitchen.

“I think the turkey needs more butter.” Mariana called over her shoulder, inspecting the enormous bird. I sighed and glanced at the clock. 

“Mariana, we already added so much butter it looked like it was bathing in it.” 

“But it needs to be juicy, Callie!” She argued, smearing on yet another layer. 

“Nobody liked dry turkey.” 

We had already made stuffing, mashed potatoes, and a whole assortment of sides, all spread out across whatever available surface was left in the kitchen. We put the turkey in the oven hours ago and we were convinced it was going to turn out golden, crispy, and jucy. It would be the turkey everyone would be talking about. 

As the clock ticked closer to dinner time, Mariana and I rushed to get the sides reheated and the table set. I carefully arranged the cranberry sauce, a huge bowl of mashed potatoes, and a dish of green bean casserole next to the neatly folded napkins. Everything was ready, except for the turkey. 

“Okay, I think it’s time to pull it out.” I said, feeling a surge of excitement and a bit of relief. Mariana grabbed the oven mitts and carefully pulled the pan out, setting it on the counter with a triumphant grin. The turkey looked perfect, all golden and beautifully browned. 

“Wow… it actually looks like the picture!” She said, her face lighting up as we admired our hard work. I smiled feeling a rare sense of cooking pride. 

“Alright, let’s bring it to the table before it cools.” 

We carried the turkey platter into the dining room, where Y/N and the rest of our family were already gathered, and looked hungry. 

“Looks amazing!” Y/N said, flashing me a smile as he pulled out a chair for me. Everyone’s eyes were on the turkey as Mariana began to carve and I could feel my heart swell with pride. This was our big moment. But, as soon as she cut into it, I noticed something was off. 

“Um, Callie?” Mariana whispered, her voice tight with panic as she peeked inside. 

“I don’t think it’s cooked all the way…” I frowned, moving closer to inspect it. To my horror, the inside was completely cold. It was like we’d never put it in the oven at all! My heart sank as I realized we must have sent the oven temperature way too low. Y/N sent me a sympathetic look, clearly picking up on our disaster. I gave him a helpless shrug, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks. 

“Uh… surprise!” Mariana said, attempting to save the moment with a weak smile. 

“A brand new way to serve turkey… cold!” Everyone laughed and even I had to chuckle, though I felt my face turning bright red. This was not how I’d pictured the night going. 

“It’s alright. We’ve got so much food here, it won’t even matter.” Y/N said, squeezing my hand with a reassuring smile. 

“Yeah, and we did say we wanted a memorable Christmas!” Mariana grinned. 

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