#a semi-apple pie life

[pimosworld]

Stranger in my house

Pairing-Moon boys x F!reader ( Secretly Jake x f!reader) Marc Spector x f!reader/ Steven grant x f!reader

CW-18+,MDNI,Angst,Fluff,Insecurities, inaccurate depiction of DID, reader is semi aware of Jake. Protective Marc, Steven being sweet as always. Established relationship with Marc and Steven.

WK-1.6k

Summary-Snippets of a life where Jake struggles to stay in the shadows.

A/N- Dedicated to my moonknight babes. I have not forsaken you.

[Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

You notice him one day.

  A year into your relationship and Marc is fed up with Steven and yours overflowing books on the floor of the flat. “We need another bookshelf.” He grumbles at your suggestion because he would just get rid of some if he had the choice. 

  That’s how you find yourself curled up on the couch with some tea and ironically a book while you watch Marc put together the new shelf you and Steven picked out. 

  It was ornate with cherry wood accents and came with a miniature ladder to help you reach the top shelf. You didn’t think it would be too complicated but it seems as Marc stares at the pages like they are ancient hieroglyphics, you may have caused a bit more of a headache than you intended. 

  He mutters something incoherent under his breath ‘déjeme ver’. You don’t bother to ask if he needs help when the scowl on his face deepens even further into an almost unrecognizable version of your boyfriend. 

  You glance up occasionally to watch the way his back strains against the tight black t-shirt, or the way his ass looks in his jeans when he bends over. Marc and Stevens movements are so unalike and yet even now the way he stands up and straightens as he rolls his neck is so unlike Marc. 

  You stop ogling to resume your book and find yourself several chapters in when you look up to see it finished. “Oh honey, it looks so good.” 

  The look he gives you when he turns around is more of a smirk of amusement. You glance down briefly to mark your page before standing from the couch to inspect his handy work. You don’t notice the way he’s watching you as you slide your hands along the smooth wood shelves. You grab a few of your favorite books that were piled on the floor and strategically place them in some specific secret order that no one but you is privy to. 

  You turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck, waiting for him to scoop you up as he usually does. His hands hover hesitantly at your waist and then he pulls you flush against him. You almost have no room to breathe as you chuckle lightly into his neck. You swear he smells your hair before he abruptly lets you go. 

  “Hi love, do you like the bookcase?” Your sweet Steven has a slightly wild look in his eyes as waits for your response. 

  “Of course I do, we picked it out together silly.” You lean in and kiss him on the cheek and he relaxes at your touch. “If you’re listening Marc, I love it, since you disappeared on me.” 

  “Right ya…Marc. He says you're welcome.” 

  ****

  You notice one day

  You had spent all afternoon preparing a special dinner and dessert for Marc. The flat is adorned with candles and smells of fresh pasta and apple pie. 

  When Marc walks through the door you can see it written all over his face. He doesn’t say anything about you making his favorites because technically it’s not his birthday. It’s the day after. 

  You enjoy each other's company in comfortable silence as you wait for him to finish. He raises an eyebrow at you as you hand him a small box, unwrapped because then it’s not a birthday gift. 

  He opens it slowly to reveal his watch that broke months ago, the small hand ticking away right in front of his eyes. 

  You should thank her mate

  She didn’t need to do all this for my birthday 

  Well it’s technically not anymore is it? 

  He doesn’t say anything but you decide to press on with your plan. Even if it’s not exactly the reaction you were expecting at the very least he’s not protesting it. 

  “I have one more thing.” You stand from the table and head to the kitchen to retrieve the apple pie on warm in the oven. To you it’s just a dessert, a non cake related dessert that just so happened to be his favorite. Steven helped you with the vegan crust because he was not about to let Marc have all the fun. 

  You return to the table with a slice and a fork to share. He stares at it for a moment and your heart sinks a little. 

  “I know what you’re going to say…”

  He cuts you off before you can finish, he stands so suddenly it startles you. He kisses you slowly at first, savoring the way you moan into his mouth. His hand is on the back of your head and the other around your waist and it feels so different. It’s like you’re sending him off to war and this is the last kiss you’ll ever share. Your lungs burn from lack of air but you don’t want to be the first one to break. 

  He pulls away as you look up at him. His eyes are squeezed so tightly shut as he tries to catch his breath. 

  “Honey,look at me.” 

  His brow softens as he opens his eyes revealing that deep chocolate brown, with a look that could only adorn your sweet Stevens face. 

  “Thank you, love.” 

  ****

  It goes like this for a while. You noticing him…him noticing you. 

  You notice as You quirk your eyebrow at him in the kitchen when he picks out the tomato on his sandwich and drops it in the trash like it personally wronged him.  

  “I thought you liked those?” 

  He notices After a long day at work in shoes you know we’re too uncomfortable he picks up your feet and places them in his lap. He rubs them at first bordering on painful that settles into something soothing. His fingers brush the bottom of your feet and you flinch at the ticklish feeling. He tsks at you under his breath and you still your movements when you meet his unfamiliar eyes. 

  You notice When he doesn’t hear you enter the flat. He’s at the kitchen sink washing dishes, shirtless in those gray sweatpants you love. He’s humming some tune you’ve never heard as you place your things down and toe off your shoes. You didn’t mean to startle him as your cold hands met his side and he turned quickly knocking a glass off the counter. 

  “Mierda quédate ahí!” You don’t speak Spanish but you’re too stunned to move anyway. He grabs you with one arm around your waist and carries you like a duffel bag over to the couch away from the glass. 

  “Sorry love, clumsy me. I’ll get this cleaned up.” Steven doesn’t look at you as he grabs the broom from the closet. 

  ****

He notices when he slinks in through the window in the early hours. It’s still dark outside as he strips himself of his moon knight clothes, the blood only distinguishable on his hands. As he slips past you to the shower he can see your shallow breaths while you lay out flat on the bed. 

  After a while you feel the bed dip beside you as you try to calm your breathing. He wraps his arm around you as he pulls your back flush to his chest. His breath is hot on your neck and you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you. 

  “You’re a terrible faker mi amor.” Your breath hitches in your throat as he speaks the words into your ear. 

  “You have to slow down your breathing if you want to pretend to be asleep.” His voice a low growl as he places his hand on your chest. You can feel him take slow deliberate breaths as you try to match the rise and fall of his chest. ‘así’

  “This isn’t how you lay when you're asleep.” His hand leaves your body momentarily and you miss the heat of his touch. He grabs your thigh behind the knee and pushes it gently until it’s bent. His hand slowly guides you to your stomach while his other arm supports the weight of your head.‘es mejor’

  He envelopes you under the blankets and it takes all your willpower not to roll him over and straddle him. You don’t even know him. He buries his face in your neck and sniffs again inhaling your scent. You’re practically skin to skin in your satin slip dress and his bare chest and boxers. 

  “Is this okay?” His voice barely above a whisper as you nod your head. His lips ghost over your back before he kisses your shoulder. It’s those soft sleepy kisses adorning your body until the real sleep claims you both. 

  ****

  You awake to the feel of cold sheets beside you as you feel around for him. A sliver of light hits the room from the bathroom door slightly ajar. 

  “I swear to god Jake, if you fuck this up.”

Jake -he has a name

  It’s mostly Marc speaking idle threats as you listen in to a one sided conversation. Whatever his reservations may be, it's none of your business. You do know that he would never do anything intentionally to fuck this up. 

  Your boyfriend exits the bathroom still dressed only in his black boxers. “Love…we need to talk to you about something.” 

  He sits on the edge of the bed as he rubs circles on your legs under the sheets. 

  “I know.” 

  They knew…it’s why they can’t be mad when you finally talk about the stranger. You fell in love with him a long time ago. The one they tried to keep a secret. He no longer wanted to be kept in the dark. He loves you too much. This stranger in your house. 

@chichimisaki @simpforbritgents @casa-boiardi @missdictatorme @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @melodygatesauthor @missbeverlyhills

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Dejeme ver-Let me see

Mierda quedate ahi-Shit stay there

Asi- just like that

Es mejor- that’s better

[profoundbondfanfic]

do you have any destiel horrorfic recs?? (prefferably longfics with little to no smut but i can skip smut scenes)

also i love ur account ive found some of my favs on here/gen <33

Here are a few that came to mind (most with very skippable smut):

A Complete Kingdom by komodobits (Explicit, 85k words)

The sea; it swallows me. It comes up to my knees and it swallows me. The boys owe Jody a few dozen favours, and so when her niece goes missing near an old fishing village on the coast of Maine, Dean, Sam, and a newly human Castiel agree to take the case on. They settle into an old abandoned lighthouse-keepers' cottage, and slowly the tide comes in. (post-s8)

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos (Explicit, 53k words)

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There's just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband's identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome… and there will certainly be hell to pay.

empty places by dothraki_shieldmaiden (Mature, 71k words)

There’s something outside the house. Something is moving outside the house, moving inside the house. Maybe moving inside him. Something is outside the house, and it wants in. After tragedy derails his life, Castiel Novak needs to escape. He flees to Lawrence, Kansas, where he answers Dean Winchester’s ad for a roommate. There, he tries to mend the shattered pieces of his life. But as he starts to become closer with Dean, Castiel finds that escape isn’t so easy. The past doesn’t want to be left behind, and there’s something inside the house. Something hungry. And it won’t be appeased until it has him.

Every Part of the Animal by Askance (doomcountry), komodobits (Mature, 47k words)

It’s their first case after the Trials, after Heaven has collapsed: playing back-up to another team of hunters taking out some werewolves in the mountains. It's a routine job, an easy job - at least until the radio goes silent. Sam, Dean, and Cas follow after, but the caves into which the hunters have vanished wind deeper and darker than they could have expected, and something is wrong. Cas can feel it. The Winchesters may not believe what he’s hearing, but there's something down here with them—and it's not the people they came here to find, and it's not the werewolves they've been tracking. It's something else, something older, something violent, and it knows they're here.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies by Ariasune (Teen and Up, 13k words)

"Look, Charlie thinks the Men of Letters have something that can help you actually, you know, find this monster.” “Good,” Dean licks at his thumb to get the last of the chicken salt clean. “Cause right now it seems like we’ve got a monster that’s some 20, 000 leagues under the sea…” He stops. “This isn’t some 20, 000 leagues shit is it?” “It’s a submarine, actually.” Fuck, that sounds like a yes.

Good Bones by emmbrancsxx0 (Mature, 39k words)

An apple pie, white picket fence American Nightmare. Dean and Cas, married and semi-retired from hunting, move into their first house together in a sleepy, secluded town. After a few run ins with the ghost that haunts the place, they must come face-to-face with the house's grisly past.

like a thief in the night by kingdumbass (Mature, 28k words)

Plagued by nightmares since the death of his mother as a small child, Dean Winchester is no stranger to grief. After the sudden death of his brother and the unexplainable disappearance of Sam’s fiancee Jessica leave Dean reeling, the former detective turns towards alcohol to cope with the loss, but when the news of another missing peron’s case all the way out in Pontiac, Illinois jogs Dean’s memory of an old unsolved case with possible connections to the mysterious note his brother left behind, he feels compelled to pick up where he left off. Though once he rolls into town, he encounters more questions than answers. Namely: what’s real and what’s delusion? And how is the creature from his nightmares tormenting the residents of this small, suburban town?

On the Cutting Room Floor by callsigntango (Mature, 23k words)

In an Arachne hunt gone wrong, Dean "wakes up" in an AU style world as what he'd gone undercover as for the hunt: a journalist. But when he shows up to cover what should be a routine story on a suspicious death in Kansas, the world around him starts to unravel in horrific, painful ways. The appearance of a man claiming to be an Angel sends Dean into a tailspin -- but just as something about Cas begins to spark very real memories in Dean, Cas seems to be losing his own grip on what's real and what isn't. And as they struggle to free themselves from this distorted web of reality, something sinister is lurking just beyond their reach.

The Elevator Game by bexgowen, xfancyfranart (Explicit, 88k words)

The game is simple. Get in an elevator, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.

the gardener by captcas (Explicit, 17k words)

Dean loves the gardens at 918 Westview Lane. And if that has something to do with the gardener there that just so happens to be easy on the eyes? Sue ‘em. Too bad he hasn’t had the guts to actually talk to the guy. Cas doesn’t take too kindly to people who disrespect the objects of his affection but he does love gardening. AKA the one where Castiel gives us all a lesson in ultra-specialized begonia fertilizer

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance (doomcountry) (Teen and Up, 31k words)

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

These Violent Delights by SomethingBlue42, xfancyfranart (Explicit, 43k words)

Dean Winchester, war vet and functioning alcoholic with a life that’s going nowhere, takes a job at Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Dean had never heard of Dr. Castiel Novak notorious serial killer and cannibal given he’d been dodging bullets and performing field triage during Novak’s sensational trial. Seasoned orderly Rufus lays out the rules: Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pencils, no pens. Use the sliding food carrier only, no exceptions. If he attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. And most importantly: don't tell him anything personal. But Dean was never much for following the rules and Castiel has a way of making Dean feel like he isn’t the grade-a loser his hot-shot FBI agent brother thinks he is. Then, a senator’s daughter goes missing, setting forth a chain of events that put Dean on a path that forces him to choose where his loyalties lie and just how far he’s willing to walk into the dark.

There's also our horror tag which you can check for more fics like these.

Additionally, there's the DeanCasHorrorFest filled with amazing destiel art and fic that might interest you.

[darlingsfandom]

Ooh!~ modern era kitten and reader at pride then they had a date night that ends up with both of them making out when they get home and you can add smutt to it if you want ^~^ I love your writing!!

Stop it 🥺🥺 thank you so much💕

TW: making out, semi public, squirting , cum eating, unprotected sex, cream pie !

(Not proofread)

“Darling! Hurry up!” Kitten whined .

“I’m almost done kitten!” You yelled back. She leaned against the door frame with a pout on her lips while she watched you finish your last little bit of make up. You looked over at her with a small smile before blowing her a kiss. She blew you a kiss back before walking over to you and kissing your head. “See I told you I wouldn’t be much longer.” Her hand rested on your shoulder while the two of you looked at each other in the mirror admiring each other.

“I love you.” Kitten gave you another kiss before taking your hand to help you up from the vanity chair.

“I love you.” You said back before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. You double checked the bag, the windows and the kitchen to make sure everything was locked and secured. “Are you ready to go sweetheart?” Kitten nodded quickly to your kitchen as you took her hand into yours, made your way outside, double locked the door and started walking to the Pride event in the park.

It was Kittens first time at Pride, she was over the moon to see all the people gathered in one spot.

“Oh baby! Look at all the people !” Her lips stretched into a pleased smile as she swung your hands back and forth. She was melting your heart. You watched how she lit up seeing all the people having a good time , feeling free! The two of you walked around a little bit before finding a spot under an oak tree. You set the blanket down from the bag and helped kitten sit down so no one could have a peek up her skirt! That was for you only. You sat down next to Kitten, helped her set out the little picnic you packed and got comfortable.

“You two are so cute!” Another couple waved at the two of you as they walked on by holding hands.

“Thank you!” The two of you said in unison.

On your blanket was a simple lunch made of various fruits including strawberries, grapes, orange slices and apple slices, some carrots since those are the only vegetable she’d eat raw, some turkey sandwiches and a bag of chips plus a big bottle of water. Your fingers picked up a strawberry by the stem and you brought it up to her lips. Kitten took a soft bite while looking in your eyes. She licked her lips of any juice before she grabbed a different strawberry and did the same thing to you.

“Baby! You can’t look me like that.” Her cheeks turned pink as you licked your lips.

“And why not?” You teased.

“You know why you little tease.” She poked your nose with her red painted finger nail to which your nose scrunched up. A little giggled followed before you moved closer to her on your knees and pressed them into her side gently. Her hand rubbed your arm as you leaned down and kissed her forehead. “How can you be so innocent yet such a naughty little thing at the same time?” Kitten asked. You shrugged a little with a smile on your face.

“Be a good girl and eat yeah ?” You sat on your heels before handing Kitten her sandwich made just the way she liked it. She nodded her head slowly and took a bite out of her little triangle. Kitten still couldn’t believe how she had you in her life. You were so sweet to her, helping her adjust to a new place, feeding her, being patient with her, she just couldn’t believe it.

You sat there eating your own sandwich when you noticed that she was looking around the event. You admired Kitten so much! How she oozed with confidence , how she wasn’t afraid to share her emotions no matter how ugly they got! The way she owned any surface she walked on, kitten was an angel in your eyes. The two of you had finished up most of the lunch and put the leftovers back in the bag but stayed cuddled up on the blanket. Her hand was resting on your thigh while your head laid upon her shoulder.

“You’re beautiful kitten.” You kissed her shoulder which made her skin break into goosebumps.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Her hand squeezed your thigh in just the right way that a small moan escaped your lips. Her eyebrow hitched as you covered your mouth with your hand. Suddenly her eyes grew dark , you knew what that meant. She took your hand and placed it on her chest while she pressed her lips into yours. The two of you started kissing slowly at first but the heat between your bodies started to rise quickly. Her hands wandered all over your body while the tip of her tongue parted your lips to which you allowed her to slip her tongue into your mouth.

“Kitten… please.” Your moans turned her on even more. She pulled you onto her lap making you feel her semi hard erection rub against your clothed cunt. Her hands ran up your back to reach under your hair, her fingers pressed gently into your neck and she pulled you in closer. Should the two of you care that you’re in public? Yes! Did you ? No.

“As much fun as I’m having here… I think I need to take ya home and fuck you nice and hard! Your love bites aren’t as visible.” Her words struck your core before she licked your ear lobe when she finished speaking. You looked at her with innocent eyes while quickly nodding.

After getting everything cleaned up the two of you made your way home but along the way back Kitten stopped in her tracks outside of a little bakery. You took her inside and the two of you each picked out a cupcake for each other to have later. The two of you went back home and Kitten took the box to put it in the fridge while you unpacked the bag.

“Come here pretty girl.” Kitten used her index finger to signal you over to her. You swayed your hips along the way making her bite her lip. Her hands rested on your hips giving them a hard squeeze. “Need that pretty little cunt of yours… now!” She pushed you onto the couch before dropping down to her knees in front of you. It was like an animal took over. Her fingers shoved your skirt up to bunch around your hips then hooked into the sides of your panties and yanked them down as you raised your hips. Once the fabric was gone kitten used her fingers to spread open your slick folds and teased the tip of her tongue inside of them.

“Oh Kitten!”

You could feel her smirk against your thighs as she went back and forth between kissing them and licking your cunt. Her tongue laid flat against your pussy making sure to lick nice and slow as you watched with hooded eyes. She took her time enjoying every inch of you while trying to keep eye contact with you. Every time you’d close your eyes in pleasure she’d slap your thigh making you jolt. Kitten couldn’t hold back any more though, her tongue started lapping at you faster as if she was starved. Her fingers held you open so her tongue could get nice and deep inside of you while you gripped the side of the couch.

“Yes that’s it baby eat my fucking pussy! Yes! Fuck!” You were a mumbling mess. Kitten couldn’t help herself as she devoured your wet cunt. “Baby! You’re gonna make me cum!” Kitten hummed sending the vibrations up your pussy. Her fingers wrapped around your thighs as she pulled you forward until her nose was bumping against your clit. She ate you out while you squirmed against her.

“Cum for me honey! Be my good little girl and cum on my face.” Kitten buried her face back into you. You really couldn’t hold back anymore your skin felt like it was on fire, legs starting to shake, your fingers pulled at couch as your hips flew upwards.

“KITTEN!” You cried out as your body shook. Tears fell from your ears as kitten licked feverishly as you coated her tongue in your juices. You thought she’d stop when your body came back crashing down on the couch but she couldn’t help herself. “Baby baby baby!! You gotta stop or else i might pee.”

“Oh honey… you’re not gonna pee… you’re going to squirt! You’re going to be a good little girl and squirt !” Her finger pressed on your clit making you gasp from how sensitive you were. She rubbed quick circles on your clit while her tongue went back to licking at your wet cunt.

You looked down at her nervously because you had never squirted before not until now when Kitten was eating your cunt with passion and rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Oh my god!” You threw your head back in pleasure as the new sensation washed over you.

“That’s it ! Good girl!” Kitten moved back a little to watch you squirt and drench her chest in it. She praised you heavily giving you face kisses while you panted.

“Kitten… fuck… I need you to fuck me!” She smiled at you before standing up and pulled off her skirt. Her cock was leaking in her panties which made you smile weakly from your orgasms.

“You want me to fuck you sweetie?” Her hands rested on your chest slowly toying with your nipples.

“Pretty please kitten!” Your glazed over eyes followed her hands to watch her slip off her panties. Her cock sprung free and it was ready for you. She was a leaking mess. Kitten grabbed her cock and tapped the angry head against your glistening folds before slowly pushing in. Once she was all the way in and bottomed out, she grabbed your legs, bent them backwards and leaned over you. Her lips pressed into yours as she started slowly thrust her cock in you. The small gasp left your lips parted so she could slide her tongue into mouth to which you could taste yourself on it.

“Fuck baby, so fucking soft ! Such a good little slut for me! Lets me please her all I want! Whenever I want!”

“Yes kitten! I’m your good little slut! “ you mumbled as her thrusts started to get faster. Kitten pulled back a little to kiss your ankles. You looked at her in a loving manner as her cock stretched you out.

“All mine!”

“All yours!”

The two of you smiled at each other. Her cock was making you cock drunk as your tongue hung out of your mouth like a bitch in heat. She bent forward, puckered her lips and spit on your tongue to which you happily swallowed making her smile at you with pride.

“Good girl! What a nasty girl you are! I’m so lucky!” Kitten panted as she gripped your thighs and slammed her cock into you making you whine. The sound of her balls slapping against your wet cunt filled the room along with your whines. “Fuck ! I’m gonna cum in your sweet little cunt! It’s my cunt to cum in and only me! This fucking cunt is MINE!” She started shaking as her orgasm hit her hard. Kitten filled you to the brim before she let go of your legs carefully. When she pulled out you thought she was going to cuddle you but instead she dipped to her knees, sucked some of her cum out with her tongue, stood back up, squeezed your lips open and spit it into your mouth.

“I’m so proud of you.” Kitten kissed you as you laid there looking freshly fucked. Her hands helped you up and carefully walked with you into the bathroom. “You did so well for me, I know I got a little hard on you but you were such a good girl.” Kitten started a bath for the two of you. Once it was ready she got in first the helped you in slowly. Your back rested against her chest while her hands gently washed the water over your body.

“I love you.” You spoke out softly.

“And I love you, always.” Kitten kissed the back of your head as she held you in your arms while the warm water relaxed your muscles. This was your dream come true .

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Apple Pie Life

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: Pure fluff and a bit of smut

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy | Apple Pie Life

(Y/n) took a step back and looked at her hard work. She was quite proud of herself she got it all done in a timely manner as well, two hours less than she thought. Clapping from behind startled her. Spinning around, she found Bucky. He seemed proud as well.

"I thought it would take you longer"

"I did as well. I forgot that one, I'm semi-retired/ part-time, and two, I can't keep as many private medical files here as I want as it's not " secure' "

Bucky gave side-eye, but she waved him off, not giving him a reason to show her how secure the place truly was. She was not giving him an excuse to pull out another hidden arsenal. She was already aware of the one in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom she wished to remain ignorant of the rest. Although she knew he would reveal every spot to her by the end of the month.

"You're missing something," she turned, looking at him confused. Stepping forward, Bucky pulled something from behind him and set it on her desk amongst her knick-knacks. It was a family photo. Their picnic at the park. It even had an adorable flower frame.

"awe," she cootied

"And now Your office is complete."

"Actually, there is one thing that we forgot," she said as she pulled him to her desk. At first, he was a bit confused and let her pull him along, but he quickly got the memo when she plopped her little ass on that desk, spread her legs, and lifted her dress. " we got to christen it," she giggled as she unlatched his belt. He stopped her.

"As much as I'd love to, and yes, darling, I would very much love to. " She started to pout. He kissed her pout " we still have work to do, and our daughter and husband are still wondering about. I'd hate for a specific one of those two walks in on us."

(Y/n) groaned, she really wanted it but she knew he was right. Adulting sucked. "Later?"

"Yeah, you can have us both later, preferably when she's out of the house, I promise" She continued to pout and re-buckle his belt. Hopping off the desk, she leaned into him. He groaned as she cupped a feel of him and squeezed.

"I'll hold you to that."

And with that, her peppy smile returned, and she was off to find their daughter.

Bucky looked down at his new problem and sighed. Maybe he should have taken her offer.

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"Hi," (Y/n) poked her head into Ash's room. "Oh, this is amazing," she said as she looked around her room. "Oh, I love this," she said, approaching the wall next to her bed it had hanging fairy lights as well as hanging pictures of friends and family ( she ignored that the wall contained 70% Peter, The guys would definitely 'enjoy' this").

"I'm printing more, and the others are sending me more. Those I don't put on the wall, I'm going to put in our photo album," Ash said as she motioned to the collection of photos untouched on her desk.

"Can I see?"

Flipping through the photos, one could easily see how the family had grown with their time together. See how Ash has changed, no longer tensed and scared but relaxed and comfortable. And talking more too. Of course, her mouth wasn't running a mile a minute, but she could hold a conversation better than before. One could see them becoming a family over time within these photos. And you could also see Ash and Peter slowly getting closer, that was going to be a cutie relationship when it happened.

"really making it all your own."

"I'd like it to be," Ash said as she took her Pikachu plushie and hugged it tight. She was just so adorable (Y/n) rushed around the bed to squeeze her tight and drown her in kisses. Ash screamed and giggled as her mother suffocated her with love.

" I Love you," (Y/n) whispered, and her breathless daughter simply nodded. It was until (Y/n) was at her door about to leave did she speak.

" I love you too".

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The house was officially done. Furniture was set, Pictures up, everything in its place, and now the security system was in place. This house was now a home.

Bucky sighed as he entered the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took off his shirt. It was then that he realized and began to appreciate the layout of their bathroom.

The bathroom was right in front of the bed, and right in front of the door was their large jacuzzi bathtub which currently held his beautiful wife and husband in a bubble bath. Who were both in an affectionate embrace.

"I love this bathroom," Bucky said as he leaned on the door frame watching his lovers. He watched as his husband took his wife's nipples into his mouth. She moaned as he bites down slightly leaning back she saw Bucky standing there.

"Come join us," she said as she pushed Steve away slightly and made the come hither motion at Bucky. "Let's christen the tub"

"Really couldn't wait, could you" he kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.

"we did, we waited all day," she said as she moved to lean over the edge of the tub. "Don't want to wait anymore" She pulled him forward by his belt. Pulling it off and tossing it across the bathroom and unzipping his pants.

"Eager, aren't we"

"Like she said, we've been waiting all day," Steve said as he pulled Bucky's pants to his knees.

"Two against one. Give us what we want," she said, kissing his thigh

"Take it"

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(Y/n) grabbed the base of his dick, and Steve kissed the tip of his dick. She came up and licked his length. Their lips met, kissing the tip. Bucky bit his lip as he watched Steve take his length in his mouth. He moaned when (Y/n) tugged on his balls.

She stood up, dripping wet, and pulled him into a kiss he moaned as Steve swallowed around him. "feels good, doesn't it" (Y/n) whispered against his lips.

Steve pulled away, taking (Y/n) with him she giggled as he pulled her back down into the water.

Bucky kicked his pants off the rest of the way and got into the tub. He cursed when the water overflowed. (Y/n) laughed "it's okay, it's okay. We'll clean up later. Just kiss us now" He did, first kissing her and then him. He returned to kiss her and put her on the tub's edge.

"I want a taste," Bucky said, spreading her legs. She closed her eyes and leaned back. He kissed the sensitive spots of her thighs she became breathless as he slid his tongue through her folds and whined as he kissed her clit. She tugged on his hair, pulling him closer she wanted more. She moaned as he thrust his tongue into her entrance, nosing and rubbing her clit.

She was pleasantly startled when he moaned against her. She opened her eyes to find Steve behind Bucky, kissing along his neck and shoulders, his hands disappearing under the water and bubbles. By the way his arms were moving and with Bucky's noises, it was clear what was happening underneath the waves.

Unable to focus with his tongue Bucky switched to his fingers, slipping three fingers inside of her and pumping them up at a sloppy pace.

(Y/n) pushed his hand away and lowered herself into the water. Leaning over Bucky, she pulled Steve into a heated kiss. Slipping her tongue into his mouth she could still taste their husband on his tongue. She moans against his lips, and she pressed her chest against Buckys. Her hands join Steve's pumping him and fondling his balls.

Bucky moaned and whimpered. Between them tugging his underwater and the moans in his ears he was quickly unraveling.

"Fuck, Fuck I'm going to .....I'm -what?!" Steve and (y/n) both pulled their hands away "why?!" Bucky cried breathlessly, heaving.

"Relax, we're just moving this to the bedroom, " Steve said, kissing him.

"Come on, let us christen the bedroom," (Y/n) said as she stood up and let out the water.

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Steve was the first to wake up. Waking up to the sound of chirping birds and the light from the window shining over the sheets. Next to him was Bucky, and on the other side of him, (y/n) lay on his chest. Steve watched as his wife and husband slept peacefully, beautifully. Quietly and skillfully, he crawled out of bed and found his sketch pad. Taking a seat in the corner of the room, he began to sketch the beauty in front of him.

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Sometime later, Bucky woke up feeling around the bed, he found his wife but not his husband. Feeling around the bed some more, he felt a piece of paper Picking up the paper and opening his eyes, he sees a sketch of him and his wife.

"What is it" (Y/n) asks, sleep still evident in her voice.

" It appears our husband has been up for a while." He shows her the sketch.

It's of them, (Y/n) curled up into his side, a hand on his chest over his heart. Bucky had one arm around her shoulders, holding her close, the other laid out as if waiting for Steve's return. The sheets were up to their waist, and the shading showed the light.

"How does he do that?" (Y/n) asked

"I don't know"

"I'm going to start a scrapbook of all his loose sketches." (Y/n) says, taking the sketch from him. Kissing his chest, she got up, dressed, and tucked the sketch away.

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"what's happening here?" (Y/n) asked as she entered the kitchen Bucky followed her.

"Breakfast," Ash said, showing her plate of pancakes. " Pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, fruit. Which are blueberries, strawberries, oranges, or bananas if you want."

(Y/n) came up, kissing her daughter's forehead, and hugged her tight.

"Thank you, both of you," Bucky said as he pulled Steve from the stove and kissed him.

"just wanted a nice breakfast in our new home," Steve shrugged as he plated the food. "Come on let us eat"

(Y/n) stood back, arms wrapped around herself, watching her husbands and daughter finish setting up the table and plating food before taking their seats. Bucky was complimenting them on the food. Ash looked quite happy to explain all she had done to help.

She listened as her Buckt gushed over their daughter's cooking, and Steve praised her skills in the kitchen and asked when they'd see more of her cooking. (Y/n) sat down with them.

Ash's smile, Steve and Bucky's laughter. The smell of a home-cooked meal and the warmth of a family. It truly was a dream she had never dreamt. And looking out the window, she giggled. They had a picket white fence.

"You got that look on your face again," Bucky commented, and he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. It was a face of pure joy. She'd sit there and smile and giggle at whatever triggered it. Something they had gotten used to in the last few weeks. An expression of full satisificaltion and happiness. And it seemed right now that the fence had triggered it.

"Hey?" everyone turned to her " Later ...can we make apple pie?"

[cerseimikaelson]

Why is there literally no fanfiction about children of Athena that AREN'T Annabeth?

Before you all hate me, Annabeth is great. She is awesome and I love her. But Cabin 6 is supposed to be one of the biggest at Camp, and the only other Athena child Rick has mentioned is Malcolm Pace.

Only people who get this will get this, but children of Athena are technically Ravenclaws. So imagine what it would be like to throw a Slytherin child of Athena in their midst.

Still smart, but emotionally so. Cunning, resourceful, an excellent manipulator, body language expert, who gets under people's skin whilst smiling like spun sugar.

(I can't add bullet-points for whatever reason, but here are some absolutely canon facts for you)

Instead of being afraid of spiders, when they try to bite them OC offers them insects to chew on and asks them for tips on weaving and lockpicking because there isn't really that much of a difference, right? And the spiders are so confused but eventually spread the word that this Athena child never hurts them, so OC gets permission to go to Australia during spider season and returns with a spider familiar named Natasha (forget owls, OC has a black widow in their corner) that throws Cabin 6 in chaos.

Instead of praying to their mother for help because they have figured out Athena isn't interested in any other child whose name isn't Annabeth anyway, OC prays to the minor gods and goddesses, because they have done their research and realize just how outnumbered the 12 Olympians against the OVER 100 minor deities are. OC prays to Eros, Eris, Hebe, Eileithyia, Tyche, Nemesis, Iris, the Nereids, Melinoe, Charon, Kairos, Horkus, literally anyone that's ever been ignored in Greek mythology.

And the minor gods are so confused a demigod child of Athena knows their names, let alone prays to them, and they start visiting OC, and eventually get roped in hanging out with them because OC is witty and draws people in because they know appearances matter and makes an actual effort to be likeable.

And so Hebe braids OCs hair and Melinoe takes them out on rock festivals and the Nereids volunteer to clean the beach with them and eventually Eris is won over and makes OC apple pie (DON'T TELL ME THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN, APPLE OF DISCORD ANYBODY??) on their birthday which of course Athena doesn't acknowledge.

And OC gets free pass into the Underworld and when Hades asks them what in his name they are doing there, OC takes out an invitation to Charon's birthday party that Hecate is throwing and shows him the Italian suit they and Eros picked out for Charon.

And OC actually bribes someone (maybe Mr D) to tell them where Auntie M's Garden Emporium is and waltzes in and APOLOGIZES to Medusa because SHE WAS A VICTIM and Athena BLAMED HER. And Medusa is so bewildered by this kid that presents her with Dior sunglasses and a Hermes headscarf (because OC is best friends with Psyche and the Graces and they appreciate the importance of good taste) and their pet spider that's actually a massive fan, but eventually semi-adopts them because OC needs some good role models in their life.

And eventually word reaches the Olympians and everyone is like, "are you sure this kid is Athena's?" because OC fell behind on Ancient Greek to learn hieroglyphics instead (because of course you aren't the only gods around!) and always watches the movie before reading the book.

...... Did I just write a book?

[karenchasity]

what's Duke up to in i curse the day?

DUUUUKE YES RHANK YOU I CAN ACTUALLY ANSWER THIS ONE

duke has always been the fosters social worker. hes watched both lex and hannah (and ethan, if you ask him) grow up into wonderful young women with huge potential. he's more attached to them than hes willing to admit

duke has a natural low level of the Gift, manifesting in extremely high empathy. its a curse and a blessing, depending on the situation. hannah tella him, sometimes, that its webbys silk wrapped around his mind giving him magic. he nods along, and ignores the questions he may have

^ he's connected very strongly to webby. i imagine he's been through several near death experiences in his life (at the hands of both mortals and immortals) and shes rolled her eyes and brought him back to stability every time. her prophets need him

he also grew up with severe asthma and now has semi debilitating panic attacks. he's got a list of triggers. its several pages long, and he's not sure it'll ever end

(some items on this list include pie, 80s rock music, jukeboxes, the texture of denim, the taste of green apples, and the wiggly doll commercials from a few years back. he recently added the clicking of high heels in tile. he's working on that one in therapy.)

duke will always be on hannahs side. even if she goes off and does stupid shit that lands her in the er, cared for by two red haired women with a penchant for 80s music. even if she drags him down to hell without an explanation behind it.

[ticklishprincey]

Hazbin Hotel Age Regression Headcannons

I know I've been doing a lot of hc's recently but I need them out of my brain pls (only doing my favorite characters bc I refuse to do a part two but will probably end up doing one anyway for the caregivers) ✿✿✿ ❤‍🩹Alastor (he/him)❤‍🩹

➼Doesn't regress very often ➼Sees his regression as stupid and will push his little urges down because of it ➼Rosie and Lucifer are the only ones who know about it ➼Rosie found out because he told her, Lucifer found out on accident ➼Regresses to an infant or a toddler ➼Has one stuffed animal from his childhood (a bunny called Bun) ➼Semi to nonverbal little ➼Tries to be independent and fails ➼Cries frequently when he's overwhelmed/overstimulated ➼Favorite movie is Bambi ➼Favorite nicknames are strawbaby/strawberry and bambi ➼Call him Bambi and he slips instantly ➼Cottagecore/lovecore regressor ➼One or two pacifiers, both from Rosie ➼Clings to Rosie like a life-jacket ➼Lucifer only recently found out and reassured him it's okay (he's a dad what do you expect) ➼Will deny being little until his caregiver sticks a pacifier in his mouth ✿✿✿ 🐣Lucifer (he/they)🐣

➼Doesn't regress very often but more than Alastor ➼Sees his regression as annoying to others and will hide it because of that ➼Regresses to a toddler ➼Alastor found out when Lucifer was comforting him and let it slip that he was also a regressor ➼They agreed to be each other's caregivers ➼Very talkative little ➼Babbles a lot ➼Giggly/blushy little ➼Has a few pacifiers they made themself ➼Has a stuffed duck named Sir Quacks-A-Lot ➼Artistic and creative little ➼Alastor has a folder in his desk of all the drawings Lucifer's given him (it's a lot) ➼Fidgets a lot, needs something to do constantly ➼Sunnycore/honeycore regressor ➼Favorite nicknames are apple pie and sunflower ➼Will cry if they think they're bothering their caregiver ✿✿✿ 🥀Husk (he/him)🥀

➼Has hidden his regression from everyone until Angel Dust ➼Regresses to a toddler or a kiddo ➼Once Angel found out he's gotten less insecure about it ➼Chews on EVERYTHING ➼Will bite anyone and anything ➼Has quite a few pacifiers courtesy of Angel ➼Has even more teethers courtesy of everyone he has bitten (Angel, Alastor and Nifty to name a few) ➼Angel found out on accident when he found Husk chewing on a baby teether and found it adorable ➼Favorite nicknames are baby bat and whiskers ➼Loves anything bat related ➼Angel makes him chicken nuggets when he's little and he loves it ➼Doesn't cry when he's upset he just isolates himself ➼Has a black cat stuffed animal he named Mavis ➼Constantly needs something to bite or fidget with ➼Usually fully verbal but goes semi verbal on occasion ➼Needs reassurance from his caregiver that he's not bugging them ✿✿✿ 🎀Angel Dust (he/they)🎀

➼Only regresses around Husk and Cherri ➼Lovecore regressor ➼Regresses to an infant or toddler ➼Has an extensive pacifier collection, all from Husk ➼Husk loves to spoil his baby spider ➼Has quite a few stuffies, his favorite is his stuffed pig he named Hammy ➼Goes on little dates with Husk ➼Likes to bite ➼Constantly moving, jumping, running around ➼Coaxing and little ultimatums work best if they're being bratty ➼Punishments scare him (thanks Val) ➼Loves anything pink ➼Favorite nicknames are baby boy and sweetheart ➼Call him baby boy and he slips instantly ➼Babbles occasionally but it's mostly rambling about nonsense ➼Strawberry ice cream is their favorite ➼Husk will kill anyone who makes fun of his regression ✿✿✿ 🦈Vox (he/it)🦈

➼Likes to regress but is insecure about it so it's not often ➼Doesn't have a set caregiver but if he's feeling desperate enough he goes to Alastor or Valentino ➼Regresses to a toddler or a kiddo ➼Very independent little ➼You're going to look me in my eyes and tell me it's not a gamer baby? LIES. ➼Animal Crossing and Super Mario are his favorites ➼Has a few pacifiers from Valentino trying to be nice ➼Loves sharks ➼Blue's Clues and Bluey are it's favorite shows ➼Has a blue bear stuffie named Blueberry ➼Denies he's slipping until he's pulled into someone's arms and coaxed into letting himself regress (doesn't happen often) ➼Mostly regresses by itself ➼Where does the pacifier go? Nobody knows ➼Needs something to fidget with or he'll start to scratch at his arms ➼Wear Val's hoodie when he's little for comfort ➼Semi verbal to nonverbal little ➼Favorite nickname is pretty boy or shark pup ➼Likes to color but gets upset it has no one to show them to ✿✿✿ And yes I made the agere boards, feel free to use them for sfw purposes only though pls

[silvergolddraco28]

Blood Apple Pie- Hazbin Hotel Rp Starter

Roles

Alastor- open

Pilot Lucifer/Helel- open

Canon Lucifer/Venus- Me

Idea

A small idyllic town in the middle of nowhere. Posters of missing people and strange things in the corner of one's eyes. All of it comes slamming into the life of one traveler passing through the town low on gas and hungry for something warm to eat before continuing on his trip to surprise his daughter at her college graduation. Though, the Baker that looked like his doubleganger and the Butcher don't seem very keen on letting their ‘little angel’ spread his wings and leave their side.

Story Start

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A being raced through the thick dark wood lit by the half moon hanging heavily in the sky. Patches of pale skin covered in mud and dirt. The being let out a yelp as they tripped and tumbled down a semi-steep incline into a shallow ditch with a sickening snapping sound coming from their leg. “…Shit…” the being whimpered as pain flared up exuberating the small cuts and burns from rope around their wrists.

The bellow of an elk mixed with the undertones of radio static echoed through the wood with the screech of an angry bird. ‘They are not *happy*…’ the being thought as they stood only to collapse back down at the debilitating pain in their leg. ‘No! No no no! I'm so close!’ they thought seeing glimpses of a cornfield not too far away from their vantage point. They just had to make it to the one field and they would be home free. Free from the two demons keeping them trapped in an idyllic bliss.

They forced themselves up from the ground gritting their teeth as their leg flared again before they ignored the throbbing hot pain and climbed out of the ditch. They leaned on the trunks of the trees for balance while blue eyes focused on the corn field slowly getting closer.

**”Lucifer~”** a voice drenched in the feedback of an old-time radio called out making the being panic and try to quicken their pace.

**”Venus~ your meds wore off didn't they sweet heart~? You know you get all confused when they wear off.”** another voice called one that was similar to their own but darker colder even with the tones of affection and promise of safety.

They were just barely a hundred feet from the corn field before something large grasped them illuminating a dark black hand with wickedly sharp talon-like claws holding their body like they would a small doll. “Let go of me!” they shouted, long nails clawing fruitlessly at the arm sized finger around their chest with their other hand and arm pinned within the massive hand.

A smaller figure, though taller than the struggling being, landed with six black feathered wings the moonlight illuminating a highly disappointed face. “You gave us quite the fright when we found your window wide open and pillows under the sheets. You even went and got yourself hurt in your fright and confusion.” the winged one spoke with disappointment and concern dripping in his tone. “You know it hurts us to have to isolate you while making new medicine for you when you don't tell us the current batch has stopped working.”

“I'm not some pet for you to cage and drug into ignorance!” the struggling one snapped as the winged one reached out gripping the struggling one’s jaw while plucking a vial of a soft golden liquid popping off its cork and easily getting the struggling one to swallow down the liquid calming them while a reflective shine hazed their blue eyes.

“There’s our pretty little angelic doe.” he cooed. “Let's take our silly little dove back home Alastor.”

As the large hand moves a fleeting though crosses the captured figure’s slowly cotton-filled mind. ‘I should never have asked for the meat pie.’

X Months earlier

“I’m lost…” a male of average height muttered leaning against his black custom Harley-Davidson while gazing at the road map in his hands. His phone had died not long ago and he had forgotten to charge his power back at his last pit stop so now he was on the side of the semi deserted road trying to find his location the old fashioned way on the map he had that was several years out of date.

His messy blond hair was tied with a ribbon into a small ponytail with a helmet resting on the seat of the bike. “Cross-country trip to surprise Charlie at her graduation. Good idea on paper until my scatter brain forgot to charge the essentials at the motel and the rest stop. Way to be a typical ditzy blond Lucifer.” the male, Lucifer, ranted to himself. With resignation Lucifer tucked the map back into his side bag, slipping on his helmet with the visor down and straddling the seat as he kicked the bike in gear checking the gas gauge and mentally groaning at his bad luck at the quarter-full tank. He needed to find a gas station soon and fill up if he didn't want to end up stranded on the side of the road or worse having the walk while pushing his bike to the closest gas station.

End Starter

[stainedglassandpigs]

Working on some stuff about the timeline for my Dc Universe and how it maps out, I want to get all my favs in it. This is semi based on my knowledge of the dc universe and shit that makes me happy so pls walk with me here with some of this

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This all takes place in Modern times 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Clark Kent went to metropolis university for journalism on a football scholarship, doesn’t play every game but is a valuable player who brings a southern charm to the city, flashing a corn bread feed smile that has the stadiums cheering load when he does make an appearance on the field. Was more notable in his university’s student paper than on the field, bringing a sense of warmth and community to sports section that many non-sports fans once neglected, not to mention his foodie column were he galavants about the city trying new local ma and pop shops giving beautiful pieces on the history of his meals and small looks into the lives and culture that made the dish. Unfortunately for his every building fans the young bull does not have any public forms of social media, a very not chronological online individual

Lex Luther notorious son of the Luthor Corp Conglomerate who took leave form the socialite scene for a few years seemingly making a return to the city, paparazzi have spotted him at all his old local hang outs,but what’s really caught the eye and attention of the people of Metropolis is his recent knew found vigor for the sciences. The young Luther being seen brushing up with top geneticist and rumors in the streets say leading cloning biologists as well, perhaps Luthor corp is switching from their roots of Tec and into Bio only time will tell. On another more trivial note the seemingly reformed party boy has been seen in the stands of Metropolis University football stadium, perhaps a new love interest has entered the young billionaires life. Very chronically online and constantly trending for arguing with people over subjects he’s stupidly well versed in but no one cares because he’s so annoying about it they just wanna tell piss him off. The #cancellexluthor is a mainstay for the twitter trending page.

Diana prince does not have an alter ego she does not feel the need, and it’s very hard to hide her supernatural origins as a 6’8 woman with glorious gleaming muscles and an accent for a language that has not been spoken in the human world for centuries. Although the international people’s princess does not need a job she does enjoy working at a Smithsonian negotiating the return of stolen artifacts from around the world to their proper homeland, meeting a certain Barbara Minerva who causes the demigod to giggle a little to hard at jokes the other archaeologist and anthropologist don’t seem to find as funny. The world knows her as Wonder Woman powerful heroine and Ambassador to the mysterious Themyscria were her triplet sister rules (people think it’s a cultural thing when Queen Nubia call Diana sister, little do they know she’s being deadass).

(unfortunately I am a Percy Jackson kid so I fear I do like the Zeus Daughter route I beg forgiveness my sisters I know, I have seen Hades as a lovely replacement, and the streets say it’s lazy and over done and takes away for the female centric story that is Diana so perhaps Athena or Aphrodite would make a good replacement to Zeus, but I fear I am not letting go of the daughter of goddess (god) bit

Bruce Wayne has recently returned to Gotham city a decade after the tragic passing of his parents the young heir has reportedly been running His family business since being able to legal inherit it at 16. The young man seems to be making a name for himself in manny different areas of the city, some say he’s a jerk, some says he’s the sweetest thing since apple pie the verdict is still out for the young heir. The paparazzi having great difficulty capturing the young man one minute they have the perfect shot of him walking out of the Synagogue his family once attended together the next he’s vanished and being reported seen going into a high brow event with the next top model on his arm. They say he will be an attendees for this years met gala the public’s has begun buzzing with excitement. In an unrelated note crime in the city of Gotham has had an unusual new bump in the night, no one knows what to think of this new string of beaten up blue mobsters found laying every which way in the streets.

[fic-heaven]

Apple pie flavoured.

[Gus x reader] (NSFW! Drabble)🐻

Call of duty Modern Warfare 2

Masterlist

Part 2.

Chickie 🐥: I literally didn't have the strength to edit this. Please don't be an ass my English isn't good, I'm not even good with my own language LMAO. Also idk why I did this, i guess I was just very horny.

WE NEED MORE GUS CONTENT 🐻🧸🇨🇷

Characters: Soap, Price, Gus and random background characters.

Tags: strangers to cuddle buddies(?), slight hair pulling, gagging, rough sex, quickie, semi public, slight size kink, no lube but it turned out surprisingly okay, on fours, riding, not fully stripping, no protection, brief aftercare, Gus being a dork.

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"He's staring again," Soap whispered.

You looked to the right side of the other table. Your hungry comrades were stuffing their guts with apple pie, a special treat from Price after a mission well done. Right amongst them a soldier with a black beret was facing down his plate, he didn't even touch his portion but was holding his fork firmly, his eyes were fixed on you.

He looked at you like you were prey and that slightly amused you since you were part of the 141 and every other soldier would not dare hold such an intense stare... But there was something else... Something hidden in those brown eyes, you held his stare as you chugged your water bottle. He finally picked a piece of his meal and put it in his mouth slowly chewing on it, savouring the tasty treat and later make a show of licking his lower lip sensually just for you.

Oh god...

You squeezed your thighs together under the table, he seemed to notice because one side of his moustache lifted into an amused crocked smile. Soon a fellow soldier snapped him out of the trance initiating conversation.

You bit down a smile of your own and Soap gawked at the whole interaction.

"What the hell was that, lass?" You ignored him "You wouldn't-" "I would. I will..." You interrupted him. The Scott chuckled and shook his head "Damn (y/n), who knew you'd have a freaky side?"

Regret clouded your head, you wanted to slap yourself for opening up a little too much to Soap about your sexual life hours prior, specially about mentioning how needy you have been feeling lately... You said it was just hormones but he made a point saying that basically living inside a base filled with men, most of them bloody attractive, didn't help at all. Shut up John...

You shoved a piece of pie to his mouth and followed his chuckle with one of your own "To your information, i am as capable of rizzing anyone as any of you lot~" As soon as you said that your eyes waltzed to the eye candy of a man from the other table, he was returning the stare a millisecond later like he already knew you'd look.

He seemed a little more determined to make a move this time. You gave him a little nod, he returned it, lifted a brow and tilted his head to the side pointing at the exit on the hall. Right to the point, huh?

Message received.

You wiped your mouth and dropped the napkin to your plate abruptly standing up and carrying it to the trashcan. Soap snorted and the others' questions to where you were going or quick goodbyes were ignored completely, your attention fully focused on the now grinning Puerto Rican guy whose eyes never left your form as you moved through the room.

You could already feel your arousal at the feeling of anticipation for what's to come.

The door of the cafeteria closed as you walked through the hall but you heard it reopen just when you reached the ladies bathroom's door. You smirked.

Walking in, you were facing the wall, the door casually opened and closed behind and seconds later it opened and closed once more.

You turned around, the smirk in your face never fading, and saw the tanned man staring down at you seemingly casual about the whole thing, his face expression looked relaxed but a focused gaze on you failed to hide his giddiness. His arms stayed behind his back, palms pressed against the closed door as to remark there was no scape.

My, my~

God you didn't even know his name, how exciting! You felt like a horny teenager again.

When he took a step closer eyes filled with desire, you stomped towards him. He seemed a little startled at the sudden movement but smiled and tilted his head downwards when you were inches away, noses and foreheads pressed against each other. He drowned in your eyes and you did the same.

How curious... His eyes looked like a dark brown a second ago, but now from this distance you could see the honey color in them, like liquid gold. It made a gorgeous contrast with his brown skin, you felt like staring at them forever.

His hands went to your waist breaking the spell and you moved yours to cup his cheeks, his stubble tickled your palms, your breaths mixed... What was on his mind right now? What was on YOURS? You licked your lips.

Hunger.

You didn't even finish the bloody pie. But honestly you wanted to sink your fangs into him, not the food.

There was a second of hesitation.

He blinked and so did you, his lips parted and so did yours.

Soon your mouths moulded together in a passionate kiss, his moustache tickled your face deliciously just like his hands as they roamed your body never going further down your lower back (ever the gentleman considering the situation...). His smell was intoxicating, a masculine cologne with such a fresh and sugary hint, it made you feel like you were floating.

And his lips... He tasted delicious, the apple pie worked it's magic quickly making you addicted to his taste, those soft and plump lips of his pressed against yours more firmly as you walked backwards to one of the cubicles. His hot tongue melded with yours in a sensual dance that caused drool to scape your lips, neither of you cared... In fact, you started to like the mess so much you begun sucking on his tongue vigorously making him drop gutural growls and pants.

God, this man....

His hands ever so carefully guide you inside the cubicle you picked, you squeezed his arm hinting him to turn around never breaking the kiss that right now was just a mess of tongues and teeth.

You squirmed a little trying to blindly lock the door. He was getting you so riled up you couldn't even find the bloody lock so with a groan and a muttered apology you gave him a quick peck to his open panting mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, and turned around to work the fucking door closed.

When you turned to him you took a chance to inspect the nameless soldier,

His half lidded eyes hid certain nervousness, a soft blush adorned his dark skin, his gorgeous lips were puffy and red form the delicious makeout session you just had, he was half seated on the toilet but slowly rose to a more straighten stance as he recovered his breath, one of his big hands discreetly covered the forming bulge from his pants playing it as if he was fixing his attire. There was a slight aura of innocence and shyness that broke through his silent, tough guy facade and you felt yourself salivating from more holes than one, you couldn't deny... The man already looked more appetizing than Price's apple pie.

...He looked... So bloody gorgeous... Specially when he took his beret off putting it to the side, and dark wavy hair cascaded off of it like a river of obsidian. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his curly locks wondering what other sounds he would please you ears with if you pulled hard enough.

He was looking at you, analyzing you, taking you in. He looked shy, the remnants of the determined looking man from before seemed to have faded the moment you hid yourselves from the world inside one white cubicle of the ladies' bathroom. Now he seemed to be the prey and you the hunter blocking the only scape he had just like he did when he walked in.

The suddenly nervous Costa Rican gulped and slowly lifted his hand hesitantly, to all the places you expected him to touch you right now he decided to palm your left breast through your uniform.

His eyes widened, you looked up at him in question, he seemed to panic a little.

Is he okay? Has he ever touched a woman before?

"Hi." You whispered.

"Hello-" he whispered back.

"Your hand's on my tit." The whispering game continued.

He snatches his hand back. You grab it and put it back over your breast. His hand is softer than it looks, and now it's sweaty over your perky nipple.

"Have you ever done this before?" You say with a soft smile calming your own nerves knowing it'll only make him even more nervous. He was so damn adorable you couldn't believe this was real and not a fever dream product of your captain's magical apple pie...

He was blushing like a schoolboy but you didn't dare push it, the last thing you wanted was to scare him off and he already looked like a shaking leaf. His lower lip pouted a little through his groomed moustache as he took your words in, shook his head and answered rather quick.

"i mean Si-... Yes! I just- yeah... Pasó mucho tiempo. Long time...." He nodded, his accent thick. Apparently it's been a while since he had done this as well, you realized you two were in the same page.

A light chuckle scaped your lips and he smiled softly, he didn't take offense on your laughter, infact his shoulders seemed to relax the slightest, maybe realizing the same thing you did.

The silence returned but it was a warm one, his soft expression soon hid light dominance, the same one he had when he entered the bathroom searching for you. This is what he needed, the confort of knowing that, as casual as all of this encounter was, you still both were strangers but were willing to understand one another and make sure you were confortable through this whole thing. You needed this as well, as cocky as you turned out to be with Soap... It's been a long time...

His hand palmed your breast a little more firmly his other hand soon traveled to your bottom, one of your hands pressed his firmer to take a good handful of your ass before wrapping your arms around his neck. Your breaths hitched when he pressed himself to you, the door lightly shook at the push of two bodies colliding against it.

That's when you felt it. Your right hand traveled downwards to palm his achingly hard cock, you couldn't help the gasp you made when you felt his size... You saw a fraction of his cocky smile before he lowered his mouth to attack your neck with kisses, small bites and hard drags of his tongue. His fingers pinched your hardening nipple and his other hand quickly occupied itself pressing your ass against his pelvis.

Your soft moans were music to his ears as he dragged his clothed erection slowly but painfully hard against your wet pussy. You welcomed the delightful pain. Your fingers dig into his jacket trying to press him closer desperate to jump to the main event before someone entered the fucking bathroom.

Both of his hands were now on your ass slowly lifting you until you wrapped your legs around his waist. The handsome soldier started rocking your bodies into an exquisite slow dance, both of your genitalia weeping and swollen from the friction made your clothes feel sticky and annoying.

Your lips kissed once more, this time slower almost romantically and to the rhythm of your joined teasing thrusts, soon the friction created was so fucking and your muffled meowls were getting so addicting he couldn't help but slightly increase the pace.

The feeling of your wet panties sticking through your pants turned to be much more annoying than before, but he was a greedy soldier. He wasn't going to let you jump to the main course so quickly... He wanted to savour you a little longer, so he distracted your annoyance by harshly bouncing your ass a little faster, his cock crushing your clit juuuust the way you needed and just when you were about to moan shamelessly much louder than before, he stuffed your mouth with his tongue almost making you gag at the sudden intrusion, Oh my...

Your tongue fought for dominance against his, a fight so messy the lower half of your faces again turned sticky and wet of your joined saliva. The sounds of your open mouthed moans and gags everytime one of you got a little excited with their tongue filled the quiet bathroom.

His thrusts were getting painful for both of you a shared bitten hiss at the feeling of your clothes biting on your heated skin. You both looked into each other's eyes, the raven haired man gave you a determinated look that was met with an affirmative smile from your side.

You were positively surprised by how well you two communicated without even saying a word. You were thankful to have picked this soldier for your little adventure.

"Cariño..." He whispered, his sweet as honey voice was melting your heart.

"I'm a little big... We'll have to work on stretching you out..." Why were you two even whispering? Could anyone even hear you? Still, it felt nice, more intimate.

"How big are we talking, handsome? Should I worry?" You joked and he smiled bashfully.

Then his eyes looked down at his pants as the belt clank when he undid it, you unwrapped yourself from him and gave him some space to work on his pants, he still stepped back to you never wanting to lose any short of physical contact. One hand held your waist, another slowly moved down the higher part of his pants and boxers.

A happy trail of dark curly hairs decorated the visible skin, and as if time had slowed down his hand moved to pull out his dick and the fucking sound it made as his erection flicked up hitting his stomach made you audibly gasp.

He wasn't monstrously large but that... Scratch that, he was. This has to be one of the thickest and longest cocks you have ever seen out of screen.

He was easily... What? Ten inches large? And his girth was impressive as well. You contemplated on measuring it with your forearm but fought the urge to do it.

His charming chuckle broke your shock "You okay there?"

Are you kidding me? No? You felt intimidated... And intrigued... And your pussy was stretching around absolutely nothing and it was infuriating.

Your hands wrapped around it and have him a few teasing pumps, he hummed and parted his lips, desire was evident when a few droplets of precum met your finger pads.

"Trust me, i am more than ready." You didn't sound very convinced. He raised a brow with a worried expression but took your word for it.

"Alright, come. Set the pace." He sat on the toilet, his hands now working on your pants eagerly. You both couldn't have one more second of foreplay... The tension was heavy and so were your arousals.

You kicked your pants off and your panties soon followed, he took them from you and placed them inside his pocket, you didn't give enough of a flying fuck to comment on it. The only thought you had was sitting on that rock hard worryingly enormous dick.

Both of your legs went to each of his sides, he guided your hips down slowly and you supported yourself placing both hands on his shoulders. Your noses touched and breaths mixed as the head of his dick missed your hole and rubbed your clit instead. You gave it a teasing roll of your hips but soon lifted yourself and sank to trap the head between your lips.

His fingers dig into your skin. "Slow... Slow, preciosa" you kissed his stupidly adorable moustache and his lips keeping them still and pressed against him as you slowly sank your hips down to him. Your greedy hole sucked his cock in and damn... He was thick alright. He whimpered a little and you bit down your moan when his cock kept slowly sliding in.

You had to bite his shoulder or else you'd moan loudly in complete delight, his member never seemed to fucking end until you felt it bottom out. Your insides felt so full and his pubic hair tickled your skin, it was so much... Your eyes met, he was panting with his mouth completely opened.

You dared a look down and he did the same, a little gasp at the view made him smile in pride at the sight of your tiny pussy swallowing greedily his thick cock, the base completely flushed against you and a bulge in your lower tummy he gently touched.

"Look how nicely you took me, my good girl... Are you ready for me? Are you ready for daddy's big fat cock to rearrange your insides?"

You were already so high on each other you let out the most cock-drunk giggle you could muster only adding to his arousal. You felt his dick twitch inside of you when you moved to press yourself firmer against him, tits flushed to his chest and mouths kissing roughly and messily feeling the delicious sting of his facial hair pinching your lower face, but that ache and the one on your cervix was welcomed and muted by your growing arousal.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved your hips. To hell with letting you set the pace, your tiny little pussy and addicting tongue were driving him mad. He needed you. NOW.

He snapped his hips upwards making you yelp, the pain sink into your insides but you didn't care, you sat harshly against his cock, your tits bounced under your shirt with every harsh bounce on his lap. His patience grew thin the higher your pain-pleasured meowls got, your hips kept a harsh steady pace. He guided your hips with his hands to press his dick a little deeper kissing the entrance of your cervix harshly, you whined and winced but whispered to his ear your need.

He growled loudly the moment you whispered for him to take you right there.

His body caged you against the door once more, your legs wrapped around him again, you feared the bloody door would fall off and he seemed to think the exact same thing when he gently moved out of your pussy, turned you around and had you recline a little.

"Ass up baby girl... That's it."

Your ass wiggled a little at the harsh slap he landed on each cheek with a charming laughter, he was loving every part of your body he could see without clothing so far. He slapped your weeping entrance with his heavy cock and entered you much more easily than before.

You didn't hide your mutual moans of relief when he bottomed inside of you and instantly started snapping his hips against your ass, both of his hands went back to your hips to guide you to meet his needy thrusts. His bulky form soon lowered to your slightly bended body, you felt his chest against your back, your tits getting massaged by his big hands and his lips nipping at your neck.

His balls slapped against your ass when his angle slightly changed hitting a particular spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back “Ah-nh! Fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes-” The mewling whine that pulls from your throat quickly fades to a continuous stream of moans and whimpers, his ministrations ushering you out of your mind as you rapidly ascend the heights.

His panting turned into more vocal growls and grunts and he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

The feeling of his massive cock stretching your pussy like this and his big heavy balls moving against you promising a sweet heavy load reserved just for you, made difficult to give a fuck about the noise you two were making. So you went with it and said fuck it all.

"Mark me, daddy. Fuck me like you mean it... Fuck this little pussy-" he interrupted your sentence loudly growling next to your ear, drunken of desire and sex.

His hips pistoned against yours so hard you had to bite down your screams. He fucked you hard and mercilessly, like your pussy was a stuck cabinet that wouldn't bug to close properly.

The entire cubicle shook with the brute force of this man's thrusts, at this point you were surprised your choked moans and yelps along his loud pants, growls and grunts didn't alert anyone that walked near the bathroom. Who cares?

You swore you could feel his balls pulsating as he fucked you dumb against the wall, his nails dig into your flesh adding to your pleasure, hopefully he would leave them marked so you could remember your little adventure. Your orgasm was approaching, the bubble growing impossibly big and about to burst. He could feel his end was nearing as well.

Your sinful moans got louder by the minute. That was until-

The door of the bathroom swings open, a small chattering group entering your improvised love nest.

He yanks your hair back and covers your mouth with his open palm, his teeth sunk into your shoulder breaking skin and drawing droplets of blood when the bubble completely exploded into a shaking orgasm, your eyes rolled back and you two came hard against each other. His love juices coated your walls, his balls emptying inside of you.

The voices of the ladies that chatted clueless of what was happening a few feet away from them continued, but your ears barely picked any noise at all. Your thighs shook violently and your pussy strangled the soldier's dick, his balls got completely milked and he hissed.

The feeling of his softening dick dragging away from your pussy made you shudder, you panted as quietly as possible when you felt him move away from you. You internally whined at the loss of contact.

He quickly reached back for the paper roll laying on the side and cleaned you gently. His mouth was back on you, his lips pressing softly down your wounded shoulder licking the little stains of blood, one of his hands massaged your swollen pussy lips as the other swiped the river of cum that cascaded from your abused pussy. You lifted your head slightly to the side and smiled back at him, he gave you the sweetest smile of his own.

Once cleaned, you put back your clothes as quietly as you could when you felt him hold you against him in a warm embrace. His nose dragged along your neck basking in your scent mixed with his, you ran your hands through his sweaty locks and just when he was about to passionately kiss you he stopped to listen-

"Yeah well he better be back. He's on cleaning duty."

"Who?"

"Who's gonna be? Gustavo fucking Rodriguez. Price is already fuming... I wonder what his next punishment will be when the captain sees he's missing."

Gustavo Rodriguez? That's his name?

Well that's one way to find out.

Gus' widened eyes almost made you crackle up, he looked like a looney toon about to explode from the building anxiety of a promised scenario of one angry Price scolding him like a child who skipped curfew.

"I'm so sorry... I gotta get out of here or the Capitan will surely have my head on a stick-" he whispered alarmed.

You hushed him with a kiss, both palms squishing his puffy cheeks, and nuzzled his nose with yours lovingly. He instantly melted at your loving gesture but focused on your finger when you pointed up at the top window in the corner.

A clear scape from an awkward encounter with the gossiping ladies.

"Think you can fit there?" You whispered smirking at the image of the bulky man crawling through the small window.

"I've entered tighter holes." Gus winked and you playfully punched his shoulder.

.

@stararch4ngelqueen

[profoundbondfanfic]

A Complete Kingdom by komodobits [Explicit, 85k words]

The sea; it swallows me. It comes up to my knees and it swallows me. The boys owe Jody a few dozen favours, and so when her niece goes missing near an old fishing village on the coast of Maine, Dean, Sam, and a newly human Castiel agree to take the case on. They settle into an old abandoned lighthouse-keepers' cottage, and slowly the tide comes in. (post-s8)

Between Love and Agony by Duckyboos [Explicit, 53k words]

Dean Winchester is in love. Like, bonafide heart eyes and deep sighs, hung-the-moon love. There's just one problem: the lucky guy is his husband's identical twin, Castiel. The two of them have been having a kinky affair for years, burrowing under each other’s skin and setting up camp. Which is why, after Castiel goes missing, Dean’s about ready to tear the world apart looking for him. When Castiel eventually returns to him, he’s been through literal hell, managing to drag himself out, bloody and raw, for Dean. Together, they discover a way to make Castiel whole again — though the price will be gruesome... and there will certainly be hell to pay.

Camp by fullvoid [Explicit, 9k words]

It’s 1985 and to say that Dean is relieved when his summer job at the local camp comes to an end would be an egregious understatement. There are about a million different ways he would have rather spent his summer than by being the maladjusted, weird guy that all his coworkers avoid. Nevertheless, in a poor effort to fit in, Dean decides to attend the annual celebration that his fellow counselors organize at the end of every camp season. It isn’t supposed to be anything special, simply a standard party with shitty vodka, late-night skinny dipping, and make-your-ears-bleed soft rock. As it turns out, the hockey-mask-adorned, machete-wielding killer who crashes it has other plans—and no one is prepared for the horrors the night will bring.

et florum magica: (And the Magic of Flowers) by wiccanstiel [Explicit, 52k words]

There’s a large, leafless tree and a road, a hand on a gnarled cane, a stoutly man in a black suit, his face scratched out. When Castiel Novak moves to the small town of Fox Hollow, he’s looking for a fresh start. Only his past seems to be–quite literally–haunting him, and even through his best efforts of settling into his new life, there’s a darkness in the shadows that he can’t seem to shake. And after meeting an otherworldly being named Dean during what was supposed to be a simple walk through the forest, he’s left with more questions than answers. But like it’s residents, Fox Hollow has some well-kept secrets, and things quickly turn to life or death when one of those secrets finally steps from the shadows and into the light.

empty places by dothraki_shieldmaiden [Mature, 71k words]

There’s something outside the house. Something is moving outside the house, moving inside the house. Maybe moving inside him. Something is outside the house, and it wants in. After tragedy derails his life, Castiel Novak needs to escape. He flees to Lawrence, Kansas, where he answers Dean Winchester’s ad for a roommate. There, he tries to mend the shattered pieces of his life. But as he starts to become closer with Dean, Castiel finds that escape isn’t so easy. The past doesn’t want to be left behind, and there’s something inside the house. Something hungry. And it won’t be appeased until it has him.

Good Bones by emmbrancsxx0 [Mature, 39k words]

An apple pie, white picket fence American Nightmare. Dean and Cas, married and semi-retired from hunting, move into their first house together in a sleepy, secluded town. After a few run ins with the ghost that haunts the place, they must come face-to-face with the house's grisly past.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance (doomcountry) [Teen and Up, 31k words]

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh. But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Tunnel by deansmultitudes [Explicit, 13k words]

An injury during a hasty job makes Dean, Sam and Cas split up in the underground tunnels. Confused and trapped in a maze of walls that seem to shift at the will of something evil, Dean's frantically searching for his loved ones.

White Noise by saltyfeathers [Mature, 30k words]

in an unnamed, perpetually rainy city on the east coast, something haunts dean and cas’ apartment. they’d like to pretend they don’t know what’s living in the space between them, but feigned ignorance can only keep them above water for so long. something happened nine months ago. something they don’t talk about. but the things people don’t talk about often find ways to speak for themselves, whether dean and cas are ready to pay their dues or not. the rain is an unforgiving entity, and as it continues to pervade the city; as it seeps into their already cold bones, they can feel the ocean rising around them, leaving them choking not on just what happened nine months ago, but what they’ve come to mean to each other since then.

[allthetropes]

I'm so tired of people complaining that fat people are 'clogging up' the medical system, as if we did this ourselves on purpose. Fat people are making the waiting times longer, fat people are taking up the time and energy of specialists. Weh, weh, weh.

The medical neglect of fat people is cumulative in nature.

I have infected cysts on my ears, a gallbladder that probably needs to be removed, tachycardia, skin issues, signs of breast cancer, dizziness that won't go away (probably pots), menorrhagia, and back pain.

I'm not going to the doctor about it, even though I have semi-socialised healthcare. What would be the point? They are going to tell me to be less anxious and "try anorexia" and send me away again. Like they have been doing since the start of forever ago. and if i end up in the emergency dept 6 months from now on deaths' door, well, that's my fault for not seeing the doctor.

For fat people, until they become an imminent life-or-death case, they are actually 100% healthy, they just need to be morally good. if they could JUST be as a good as everybody else, if they could JUST be less selfish, and gluttonous, and greedy, like everybody else, then they would have no problems! All the problems they currently HAVE are because they are naturally bad people. if they just acted right, they would never be sick.

And then suddenly fat people make up a not-insignificant percentage of patients in a cariologists office. the oncologists office. the STD clinic. the gastroenterology department. radiology. surgery. intensive care. neurology. See, if you had actually treated the issue when it was small, it wouldn't have grown to be this huge, enormous issue that now required hundreds of thousands of bucks and several specialists to remedy.

but you didn't. because the person was fat. and you deemed their continued fatnesss to be a greater problem than a wound turning septic, or a tumor growing on the brain, or loss of eyesight. and your patients learn this about you. so they stop coming. they stop running to you for the small things, or even the medium things, because your derision and condemnation and refusal to help them is hassle they don't need. so they bind their own wounds, they learn not to look at flickering lights, they buy reading glasses ever increasing in strength, until the problem can't be ignored any longer. Until they fall over in the street and there's no getting back up.

If you see a disease starting in your apple tree, and you don't treat it, you don't get to whinge and whine when your apple tree bears rotten fruit and there's no apple pie for you this autumn. you did this to yourself. Don't blame the apples. They are a reflection of you.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s6e8 all dogs go to heaven (w. adam glass)

(is this the episode that spawned those sentient bestiality fics i've seen with dean as a dog? or is that a different one... dog day afternoon? cue being distracted for ten minutes while i reread the plot summary & real life story for the 1975 movie by that name)

CROWLEY You like pain, Sam? You like Hell? You need to stop thinking of this as some kind of deal. This is a hostage situation, you arrogant little thug. I own your brother! Do you understand me?

CROWLEY Come on, Dean, smile. It's not that bad. Here's incentive – you bag me a live alpha, and I'll give you little Sammy's soul back, with a cherry on top.

easy as pie! no moral conflicts ahead i'm sure

so hey here's the underpinning of irritation or hurt or something that i expected at the least, of sam's year of absence-while-here

SAM He's right. Samuel and I ganked one about six months back on the half-moon. Things have been out of whack for a while now, I guess.

DEAN Yeah, I guess.

dean semi-scowls and makes a you know what i mean face. sam proceeds to look slightly clueless

DETECTIVE What are the Feds doing here?

SAM Oh, we're specialists. They call us in to answer the questions of mouth-breathing dick monkeys.

excuse me what

DEAN You didn't sleep. 'Cause you don't... sleep.

SAM Right.

DEAN Yeah. That's not creepy at all.

SAM Not like I can help it. So, you gonna just lay there staring at me...

--

SAM No love lost between the two of you, huh?

CAL Look, we had our differences, I guess. You love your brother, of course, but... Ron had a lot of problems. He was, uh, volatile.

this show. LOOK HOW THESE RANDO CHARACTERS PARALLEL SAM AND DEAN'S CURRENT ISSUES *cut to dean's face journey for the parallel* heavy handed, as i have come to expect :P

sam not needing to sleep must be handy on their little stakeouts. if dean could trust him alone, that is 🥴

this will come as a shock i'm sure but there's some cute teen wolf fic with stiles picking up derek and taking him home when he's stuck in wolf form for one reason or another (one from my bookmarks). less murdery, of course

nice to see little mundane everyday moments, they don't do many outside of them eating together

getting teen wolf skinwalkers confused with the spn variety. thought they already had done them but i guess not? must be thinking tw. anyway, these skinwalkers are more like teen wolf variety werewolves. so i can be extra confused about it.

okay i know set decoration and all but like, dishes in the drying rack of the kitchenette of this little motel room? okay

SAM Well, I got to tell you, Lucky, you got us stumped. I mean, why shack up with the family? Is it a kinky thing? Do you like to play with your food? Roll over, Lucky. Speak.

😒ok yes he's the bad guy but be an asshole in a different way, sam :p

DEAN You say you're "just folks," yeah? That – that you like baseball and apple pie or whatever. But truth is, I don't know what you are 'cause you're not Sam.

SAM Dean, come on.

DEAN I mean, it's your gigantor body and – and maybe your brain, but it's not you. So just... stop pretending. Do us both a favor.

thank you

interesting music (score) choice and they don't usually do these kind of hero-looking-badass shots. ahh i guess it's like, going with the action movie vibes. what with dean apparently being a sniper too

SAM I'd double-cross us. I mean, he's got to realize that's his best bet, if he wants to keep breathing.

DEAN Nah, he'll go through with it.

SAM You mean 'cause he loves that family?

DEAN Yeah.

SAM I'd double-cross us.

DEAN Thanks, Dexter. That's reassuring.

SAM Just making conversation.

made me laugh. but also like, see, this was the fun potential of soulless!sam when dean knows what's up. whhyyyy did we have to wait so long

✨ action bros ✨

(steadfastly ignoring the slightly fucky coloring on poor jackles, the biggest tell is his lips will look kind of purple when things are off)

SAM You wanted the real me. This is it. I don't care about them. I don't even really care about you. Except that... I need your help. And you're clearly not gonna stick around for much longer unless I give it to you straight, so... I've done a lot worse than you know. I've killed innocent people in the line of duty. But I'm pretty sure it's not something the old me could've done. And maybe I should feel guilty. But I don't.

DEAN Sam, get to the punch line.

SAM I don't know if how I am is better or worse. It's different. You get the job done, and nothing really hurts. That's not the worst thing. But I've been thinking. And it was... it was kinda harder. But there are also things about it I remember that I... Let's just say I think I should probably go back to being him.

DEAN That's very interesting. It's a step.

SAM So?

DEAN We do what we got to do. And we get my brother back.

jackles did a good job with this, sam telling him to his face he doesn't care. and that moment that sam says he remembers (unspecified good things/caring/loving his brother perhaps!!) and dean's got that look above. good emotion face moment

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Name: Wilhelm Waldeck

Nicknames: Will, Willie, Willy, Four-Eyes, Snob (all by some of his friends), Prince, Princey (nicknames from outsiders)

Age: 20

Birthday December 21st

Height: 6'2

Schooling: Second Year in College, studying literature and in the Alchemy/Chemistry Major

Appearance: Wilhelm has short always well kept black hair groomed , pale white skin, narrow strong green blue eyes with a beauty mark under his left eye

Clothes: Always dressed in what many call "business casual" with clean button up shirts, dress pants, sometimes dress shoes that fit the weather well, and a lot of times a dark blue cardigan or a green sweater over the button up, but his traditional glasses stay

Personality: He's very limited in emotions, stoic and stern, and very mature but very flipping loyal and won't hesitate to beat someone silly if they mess with someone he cares for, he doesn't really want people to know that though cause truama

Likes: Coffee, tea, winter, book shops, dogs, cats, apple pie, studying in peace, drawing, art, classical music, country music, techno music, the color blue, (very secretly) romance, camping, stars, astrology, his herb garden, the outdoors, documentaries, Aya, horror movies and true crime movies/shows/books, herbology

Dislikes: Sexism, when someone interrupts his peace, when he lost his glasses, when it gets so hot, socks and sandals, adultery, really crowded places, people who don't care about nature, littering, toxic people, toxic waste, rotten meals, stealing, someone getting in his space, people avoided justice when it's needed, bribes, bullies, too much junk food

Abilities: Cooking, chemistry, smart AF, herbology, good at fighting

Story: Wilhelm was a son born from a very poor family, so poor that when he was a toddler he was left in front of a church with a note taped to the back of his shirt explaining his name age and reason why he's abandoned. He lived in the church's orphanage for a long time until he was checked out and later taken in by a beautiful woman named Marlene Crawford, who mainly needed a helper of her home and work, through her help he learned the arts and studies of Wicca-Paegan as she was a Green Witch. He helped her with her garden and other household stuff, finding out she has a semi weak health but hides it with fancy items and makeup to maintain a "beautiful" nature to others. Wilhelm studied hard in order to earn a great living and to thank Marlene for saving him from being alone all his life, though he wishes she likes his friends. She's like a aunt figure than a mother

Name Meanings: Wilhelm - German for "protector" Waldeck - German and Jewish for "corner" or "nook" or "wood forest"

Another Villain Recruiter in a magicess/modern AU

[aerospectrum]

“I didn’t need that box of laid out ingredients I only used it to entertain you; I saw you ooglin my ass while you cut fruit; you think I didn’t notice?” Dean was fast to fire back. “I mixed extra hard just to give you a show, Madison…” he emphasized her name for the hell of it- and because it was fun to spike a reaction. Or try to.

“No I do..” another speedy response this time more genuine, more honest than before. “I want it I just, I don’t know- I guess I don’t know that I see it happening.” He swirled the juice around in his cup and ate half another pancake, trying to think of a way to express himself better. “I want a family I just don’t want a family when I’m stuck in this life; having to deal with monsters and threats against them. I want… a place of my own, space and room for them to gross up and live and be happy… be oblivious to this life even. But no woman is gonna sign up for a guy with a laundry list of.. red flags or something.” Subconsciously Dean avoided looking Madison in the eyes while he spoke but the slurry of different emotions and facial expressions still played out visibly.

“I think about Sam and how I dragged him back into this; I mean he was this close to that apple pie life. I just didn’t wanna be alone and I needed his help. But; I don’t know I think about how things would’ve panned out differently if I hadn’t gone back for him. What would’ve happened who he would’ve become. Who I would’ve become.” He shrugged. “I want a lot of things… just don’t think I deserve them.” A strained laugh followed and he tucked away the vulnerability that had started to sneak its way out with her. His eyes narrowed at her description of the woman and he smirked to himself. “Yeah.. you’re right, she is pretty mean.” He laughed more lighthearted that time. “But I kinda liked that.” He gave her a serious look, half his smile raising up to return the cocky demeanor to his face.

The way Madison guffawed at his blindness to his own level of worry had Deans face scrunching in semi-offense. As if to say how dare she recognize his protective streak… “I do not!” He claimed in embarrassed exasperation. “I don’t radiate worry… I.” He was just about to prove her point by defending why he’d been so defensive over Castiel and then further hammer her point home with how he’d stab a bitch through the face and tear them apart if they laid a hand on Sam, but then Madison revealed it was a good thing. At least to her. He swallowed tensely, his adams apple bobbing softly in his throat. It was like she lit a match and tossed it right into his stomach, red washed clean over his features at her apparent boldness.

There was a clambering of chairs, a scrambling of arms and hands fighting for where to grip and rest and feel— hands on her thighs hoisting her upwards back onto the half messy counter; he swore there was rolling of hips, fingernails dragging across shoulder blades; lips ghosting over her neck and jawline till they were locked in on her lips.

“Live In cook hmm?” She forked a bite of the pancakes testing them in the bite she chewed. “Mmmmm… interesting, yeah I don’t know. I think I want a live in cook that isn’t so cocky & full of himself. Someone should is more than just a pretty face & a box of laid out ingredients.” She teased back.

“So… you don’t ever think about it? Or want it?” A spouse & kids….. his life sounded lonely too. And she could sense that maybe he was just a tad deprived too.

“I don’t know many girls like that. The one I do know is really needy. She’s also kinda mean, don’t know if you can handle a lady like that. She’s know for making grown men cry. Sometimes in sadness, sometimes in pleasure, just depends on her mood.” Her glass came up to her lips trying to hide the devious smile growing. “Just looking for someone to make my lonely life a little more bearable…. & if he happens to be a good cuddle partner, then you won’t find em complaining.”

“Don’t seem like it?” She echoed & snorted. “You definitely radiating worrying about safety. You got so defensive over cas… can’t even imagine how you would be over Sam.” Madison chose not to bring up the way he cupped her face asking if she was okay. “It’s good though… it shows you care & sometimes it’s so hard to care.” In between her bite her head tilted slightly, “am I ever going to get that kiss? Or are you going to keep me waiting until I explode?”

[mypsychoticmoodboard]

June 07, 2024:

I went to the dollar store today on my lunch break, and I bought a mini apple pie kind of like the Little Debbie ones with the glaze over it, and it made me think of how my dad used to go to the gas station on his lunch break sometimes and buy me one and surprise me when he got home. I like how little things like that as you get older can remind you of some sweet memories of someone or of a different time. And tasting it is almost like reliving that memory.

I also wrote my mom a letter and mailed it to her house today. I see my mom as often as I can, and she only lives an hour from me, but she always talks about how the only mail she gets is “bad mail” like bills. So I wanted to surprise her with a letter to know I am thinking of her. Also, I love getting letters and mail from people. I wish people would do that more often. It is like a lost art, I guess.

I want to let the people around me know how much they mean to me more often. As I get older, mortality becomes more apparent.

I just got a 9 year old female cat named Ziggy. She was in a semi-bad home situation and needed to be rehomed, and I had been talking about how I wanted an older cat, and here she is. It will never cease to amaze me how sometimes things work out like that. It’s funny.

I keep feeling like things are going to happen next year as if next year is going to be the biggest year of my life especially career wise. It is like an intuition feeling in the back of my mind. But as I have talked about, I am trying to let the future be the future and not harp so much on it, but it is exciting to see what the future may hold. The future used to scare me truthfully, but the unwavering faith I have in myself how I know I will figure everything out and my unwavering faith in the fact that I feel everything happens the way it is supposed to, good and bad, helps me a lot.

I think this year is offering up control and realizing that I don’t need to have my hand in everything. Sometimes the sweetest things are the ones you least expected anyway.

Wherever you are, I hope you are doing fine, and I hope you get to eat a little gas station apple pie soon. If you haven’t, you should try it.