#and I get my own cake to chomp

[jellysharkowo]

Right chat who’s coming to @anonymocha wedding?

[paladin--strait]

Congrats on 100 babe 🫶!! Can I request prompt 19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only) with jack hughes?

so cute!!! i love this prompt with jack ❤️

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after the game ended, i immediately ran out to my car where the cupcakes are packed and placed neatly in the trunk. i brought the little cart with me and loaded the small treat boxes onto it, walking quickly into the hallway that the leads to the arena after i lock my car.

there's a huge grin on my face as i near the locker room. i pass a couple staff members and hand them their own little box with the freshly made treats inside.

the security checks the locker room to make sure the boys are still clothed before i walk in and that everyone is inside the large, messy room. i wheel in the cart after i get the okay and i run to jack, leaving the cart behind me, congratulating him on his huge win and the goal he got.

he smiles when he catches me in a hug, his sweaty hair falling onto my shoulder. i hear him laughing, and he kisses me on the lips with a quick thank you. "thank you baby! what's on the cart?" he points at it, and i suddenly remember all the boxed treats.

"oh! i brought you guys something!" my words that raised in volume caught the attention of the players and coaches. "i brought you all some treats!!" i walk over to the cart and grab a box. they're all named, since the goodies inside are customized to each players liking.

"nico and timo? i have your boxes!" both nico and timo practically run over to me, smiling and giving me a thank you hug as they take their boxes. "uhh...dawson and jesper?" they come over too, and all the boxes are eventually passed out, except for my two favorite devils players.

"luke and jack?" i turn and look at the two brothers with a big smile. they walk over together, chatting for a second before taking their boxes as well. luke gives me a big, long, thank you hug and tells me a quick i love you. jack gives me a kiss, along with a quick thank you and i love you also.

once i turn around to look at all the players and coaches, they're all digging into the boxes of yummy desserts, some of them looking like their about to go into a sugar crash or food coma. i look at nico, who's head is tilted back in bliss and his jaw is chomping down on a soft sugar cookie, one of his favorite treats that i've made, he's expressed to me how much he loves them multiple times, so i wrote it down in my notebook.

over a long time of baking and selling goods, i began to keep a journal of certain people's favorite things that i make. i have my family's favorite things, the hughes family's favorite things, the devils team, the canucks team, the umich team and even some of jack's friends like trevor and jamie.

i smile as i watch them enjoy the food. it's always made me happy to see people enjoy the desserts i make, especially people that i love so dearly. i rarely make batches of goodies like this, but the boys have worked so hard this season and they deserve a treat. luke is eating a no bake chocolate oatmeal cookie, one of his all time favorites, timo is eating the same cookie and dawson is eating a classic gingerbread cookie.

jack is chowing down on a carrot cake cupcake, smiling at me as we make eye contact. he holds the cupcake out to me, and i take a bite. i chew my bite of jack's cupcake, savoring the moist cake and delicious frosting. i'm never one to talk about how good my desserts are, but damn, i'm a good baker. i smile and giggle when i see the amount of frosting on coach keefe's face from his red velvet cupcake he's eating. he's really enjoying that cupcake, i think to myself.

moments like these with the team are my favorites. we're all together, enjoying the moment of happiness while we celebrate a huge win. we're definitely all going out for drinks later, but i know the night will be cut short for me and jack, since he always is super tired after playing for longer than usual, which he did tonight.

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once we reach the doorway to the quiet, dark, and cold apartment, jack and i take our shoes off by the door, walking to the bedroom. i flop down on the bed, groaning from how tired my body is, and i look up to see jack changing into his sleep pants, i decide that i should probably change too, so i stand and take my clothes from the game off, my 'hughes 86' jersey coming off and getting put into the hamper alongside my pants and bra.

i hear jack grunt when his body hits the bed, i finish taking off my makeup and make my way to bed, cuddling up to jack almost immediately. i hum into his chest, tracing shapes onto his back. "thank you for making all those things for my teammates, you really didn't have to do all that. but, i'm glad you did. they really love you, not just because of how good your desserts are, but because of how caring you are for them. they wouldn't shut up about how good it was and everyone told me to tell you thank you."

i smile at his words, "i love them too. i know how hard you boys have been working and you all deserve to know that people care about you guys and not just about the game and i know all the fans are thankful for all you guys do, so i decided to make all that stuff for you guys. i'm glad they appreciated it, too!" i play with his hair as i speak, messing it up and putting it in various little styles.

we chat more about the game before jack turns his alarm on so he can get up for morning skate in the early hours of the next morning and i cut off the light, darkening the room except for the light coming off the tv and the light from jack's phone. i smile when i see him scrolling through instagram, seeing where reporters had made various articles about the boys who talked about getting the delicious treats from me after being asked about the goodie boxes that were sitting beside them.

jack smiles and likes the article, shutting his phone off and putting it on charge. i he turns to look at me and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing my jaw, down my neck and along my shoulder. i giggle when he kisses my neck, i've always been ticklish there and he knows it.

the cold breeze from the air conditioning hits us, and we cuddle closer to each other, both to lazy to get up and mess with the ac unit this late in the night. we fall asleep in each others arms, the faint smell of alcohol coming off of us from our celebratory drinks at the bar. but that doesn't bother either of us, we just enjoy each others time, sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

[emsdevs]

here to request some accidental pregnancy with seth jarvis bc he surprisingly would take it so well and he is so girl dad coded 😭

a/n: Thanks for requesting nonnie!! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

You were gonna lose it. You knew what the symptoms were (of course you did, you’re 22 years old), but you refused to believe it until right now. You stared down at the four positive pregnancy tests on the bathroom sink. What were you gonna tell Seth? Well besides that you’re pregnant with his kid. How would he react? Would he leave you? No. No, he would at least make sure you could take care of the baby. Seth is a good guy. Right?

Your spiraling is cut off by the sound of the front door closing, and Seth, your boyfriend of a little over a year, calls out your name. You hide the tests in the cabinet, scrambling to get out of the bathroom. Seth walks in just in time to see you with a panicked look on your face, slamming the door to your ensuite bathroom. 

“Are, umm, are you okay, Babe? You look a little scared,” he’s genuinely worried.

That’s all it takes for the dam to burst and the tears to start flowing. You’re sobbing now, and when your knees begin to feel like jelly, Seth is right there to catch you. When the tears finally slow down, you lead him into the bathroom.

“No matter what happens right now, I need you to promise you won’t hate me,” you desperately need the reassurance.

“Babe, why would I ever hate you? I can’t -”

“Seth. Please, just promise me,” you cut him off, knowing you don’t have time for his questions.

“Okay. Okay, I promise. I won’t hate you,” he shoots a very confused, and mildly concerned, look.

You open the cabinet, slowly pulling out the tests and placing them on the counter once again. Seth just stares with a blank expression. Silently, you were begging him to say something, anything. Even if he just yelled at you, it would be better than silence.

“Baby, why would I hate you for this?” he almost sounds hurt by the fact that you didn’t think he’d be happy.

“So… you’re not… mad?”

“Why in the world would I be mad? I’m gonna have a kid who I can teach all of my favorite things to, and the best part is that they’ll be half you. I’m so happy right now you don’t even know,” he chuckles at the end of his sentence, tears lining his eyes now.

“Oh thank god,” you sigh out in relief, “I knew deep down you wouldn’t leave me high and dry. I just… I just know it’s kind of soon, and we’re both still young, and it definitely wasn’t planned.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll be okay. I promise you.

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Seth kept that promise in more ways than you could imagine. When his hockey schedule allowed it, he was at every single appointment, and every opportunity he got he was browsing things to buy for your baby. You had both agreed not to buy anything until you knew what the gender was, and you could tell it was taking a lot for him to hold himself back. To add to it all, Seth was already setting in on not letting you do anything. It was still early, so there were plenty of things you could still do. However, when Seth was around, he wouldn’t let you so much as tie your own shoe.

After just a few weeks, it was time to find out the gender, and both you and Seth were chomping at the bit. You had asked the nurse to put the gender in an envelope so the two of you could find out by yourselves. After leaving your appointment, you went to a bakery that did next-day orders. You handed the cashier your envelope and asked if they could do either a pink or blue cake depending on the gender, pink for a girl, and blue for a boy, but leave the icing white.

When you both went to the bakery the next day to pick up the cake, Seth was practically buzzing with excitement. He’d been waiting for this day since he found out you were pregnant. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter to him what color that cake is. Your little baby is gonna be his best friend either way. 

You both got back into your car (you’d been using it more often than Seth’s because he deemed it “more baby-safe”) and made your way to the nearest park. Seth had the idea to have a nice little picnic before cutting into the cake, so it would be a little extra special, especially since you two hadn’t had a date night in a while. You had instructed Seth this morning on how to prep and pack your little picnic date, and now you were watching him set it all up. Once you both got comfortable on the blanket, you picked your food out, but just as you started to dig in, you caught sight of Seth’s puppy dog eyes staring at the cake.

“Do you wanna do the cake first, Baby?” you questioned, even though you already knew the answer.

“Can we please?” Seth quickly perked up. “I’m dying over here.”

“Yes,” you laughed. “Hurry. Hurry”

He grabbed the cake, placing it between the two of you. Together, you both grabbed the wine glass you’d brought specifically for this, slowly inserting it into the cake. You both pause, looking at each other, before taking a deep breath and slowly pulling the glass toward you to reveal the color of the cake. After just a moment, you both begin to see a little pink hiding under the icing, and as soon as Seth registers it, he’s pulling you into the tightest hug he can manage. 

“A girl!” he’s giggling into your ear. “We’re having a girl! Oh my god! I’m gonna have a daughter! We’re gonna have a daughter!” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this happy, and you’re not sure you ever will again.

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Seth might have been at his happiest when he found out he would be a girl dad, but he’s definitely at his most content now. You’re watching from the doorway of the nursery as Seth bounces your daughter, Olivia, in his arms, and your heart has never been as full as it is right now. Seth catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye and begins to move toward you.

“Look, Livvy,” he whispers to the one-month-old in his arms, “there’s mommy. Look how pretty she looks. Don’t know how I ever got so lucky.” At that point, he was right beside you, leaning toward you and puckering his lips. You can’t help but indulge him, meeting him halfway in a soft kiss. Livvy however, already a daddy’s girl, did not like it, beginning to whine in her father’s arms. 

“I can’t believe I carried her for nine months, just for her to look like you and like you better,” both of you know you’re joking. You adore how much your daughter resembles and loves Seth.

“Can’t help that she knows who’s cooler,” Seth teases.

“Oh, whatever. It’s just because you insist on being the one to put her down to sleep when you’re here,” you playfully roll your eyes. 

No matter how much you tease and joke with each other, neither of you would trade the life you have now. You’re with the person you were so obviously meant for, and you share the most perfect daughter you could have asked for. Yeah, both of you were pretty content.

[missmugiwara]

Got It Bad ♡ Part 2

Summary: fem!reader x Luffy // please read part 1 first // You need a snack. Luffy needs a snack. You should help each other out, but be careful because you really spoil Luffy too much. Warning: 18+, slightly NSFW, very suggestive, slight dom Luffy, we getting a little freaky with food but nothing crazy Note: Back by popular demand! I don't usually do this, but the amount of love I received from part 1 (which was meant to be a one-shot originally) has really touched my heart. So I am honored to give you more Luffy love. Thank you all so much!

♡ Please read Part 1 first! Here is Part 3! ♡

♡ This chapter is a gift for the lovely @kingofthe-egirls ♡

Oh, Luffy that wonderful tease.

Get him back? Get him back?

How could you possibly get him back for that dirty little stunt? That carefree, dirty, yummy, delicious little stunt that made your heart skip a beat. Let's face it - Luffy was too fast and too silly. An expert at shenanigans. Maybe you needed to think a bit harder, somehow be one step ahead of that goofy man.

Maybe… you needed to think this over while having a snack.

So you merrily walked into the kitchen, and Sanji greeted you with an adoring smile. You smiled back politely and glanced over to the table to see Luffy seated and stuffing his face.

Speaking of snacks, Sanji always prepared a succulent snack every day - one for each of the Straw Hats - but of course, Luffy's insatiable apetite always left said rubber man wanting more. And when he asked the cook for more, he was denied.

This was where you, Luffy's sweet savior, came in to be the answer to his food-related problems.

Sanji obviously had a soft spot for you. So if you asked Sanji for more food, then he gave you more. This was really easy. All you needed to do was whisper hotly in his ear, and he was swayed. Really, you could do anything and Sanji would be spewing his eternal love for you. Yes, it made you feel bad to use him, but you kept doing it over and over.

Why?

Because you were in love.

This was all solely for your captain. That gluttonous, silly, cute-as-a-button captain. The events of a earlier in the day kept replaying in your head. How Luffy grabbed you, how Luffy spoke, how comfortable he was and how…

How much of a hot mess he made of you!

It was truly no fair how provocative Luffy was and how natural it came. He made it effortless whilst you were over here struggling to tell him your feelings. You let out a sigh when you sauntered further into the kitchen at your dilemma, with Luffy so deep in consuming his snack he did not notice you.

Your attention flickered back over to the cook, who let you know he just finished baking a cake. Going back to the point about being Luffy's sweet savior, if you got extra food from Sanji then you gave it to Luffy. If Luffy ate the food, he was happy. If he was happy, then you were overjoyed. You would do anything for Luffy. Plus, Luffy knew you would do anything for him - especially if he asked you to work your magic on Sanji. Goodness, you really were spoiling him.

So when Luffy tugged at the hem of your shirt oh-so innocently, breaking you from your thoughts, you knew it was time for seconds. Sanji started to catch on to this, and when he inquired if you were handing off food to Luffy, you lied. In the end, he'd see you and Luffy cackle away, and he'd curse himself for falling for you once again.

Despite this, there was no problem from Sanji as you walked back from the fridge with an extra slice of cake in tow - chocolate with strawberry filling and frosting. Upon seeing you carry a slice, Sanji quickly excuded himself to go give one to Nami and Robin outside. You hummed as you sat down next to Luffy who had the biggest smile. You forked up a piece and held it up to his mouth.

Sweetly, you called, "Here, Luffy!"

With a big ahhh Luffy stretched open his mouth and chomped down, leaving you to giggle in content. He was too cute for his own good. Feeding him was the best because he was always so appreciative. As of lately, he was reciprocating. Luffy would feed you as well. At first, you both thought nothing of it since it was so innocent, but it was becoming one of these special things that only you two shared in.

For a split second, you two locked gazes. A small blush appeared on the captain's face, and in turn your face was becoming really hot. What was that look in his eyes? Moments like these kept happening more frequently. They were beginning to occur out of pure innocence, but they kept you hopeful that maybe, just maybe this was a sign of affection from Luffy somehow.

Luffy broke your gaze first, looking back at the table to grab a cookie. Trying to shake off this rising heat and a tingle now forming in the pit of your stomach, you quickly glanced back at the table to gain a sense of normalcy back. That's when you got a great idea.

"Hey, Luffy?"

With a mouth full of food, he spluttered out, "What?"

"Boop!"

You leaned in to gently tap him on the nose, wiping a bit of frosting on it. You pulled back to smile at the confused captain. Luffy went cross-eyed trying to stare at what was on his nose until he registered it as cake frosting.

"Hey! Why'd you do that?" he beamed at the spontaneity, trying to sound mad but really was only amused.

"Just thought it would be fun!" you cooed, swiping your finger across the cake to re-frost your captain. Could this really get him back? Probably not, but it was still fun nonetheless. You turned to him, laughing, ready to strike again - but Luffy caught your wrist.

"Nope!"

There was a hint of playfulness in Luffy's tone, and he somewhat roughly pulled you toward him - though he would never hurt you in a million years. Locking eyes with him, you parted your lips slowly in confusion. You stared at Luffy, and he at you for what seemed like forever. He grinned before pulling your hand up to his lips. He stuck his tongue out, and you twitched nervously.

Was he about to…?

And he took a long lick of your finger.

A long, slow lick. Luffy, who did not break his gaze from yours for even a second, watched your expression change instantly. An intense heat fluttered over your cheeks. So many thoughts flooded your brain. The biggest one being - oh gosh, what was that lidded gaze he was giving you? Your heart thundered in your chest and the room was becoming unbelievably hot, and this was unbelievably hot, and-

"Mmm, so sooo good!"

It didn't help as Luffy completely sucked your finger into his mouth, and you could feel his warm, wet tongue move against it. A squeak escaped past your lips, and Luffy only swirled his tongue around your finger before he released you with a pop of his lips, smiling widely at his work. In your stunned state, it was too bad you didn't notice his other rubber arm snaking around you quietly to grab at the piece of cake on the table.

Oh, my god - he really just did that!

What a tease.

What a freaking tease, but you only wanted more. Why stop there? You needed him, desired him. Gladly, you would let the captain put his mouth anywhere he'd like. Any part of your body! Just so long as his lips would -

WHAM!

Luffy was so good at invading your thoughts as well as taking you out of them. He smashed the cake right onto the side of your face. You had just the smallest fraction of time to think, so you raised your arm to block yourself. It wasn't quick enough. Luffy rendered you a mess. Cake in your hair, on your face, neck - all the way down into your shirt.

"Oh, Luffy!" You looked down at the mess that was yourself, "You got me real good, huh?"

You looked back at him with a sheepish smile. Normally, you should have been mad, but it was Luffy. Because of that reason alone, you let him do whatever he pleased much to the dismay of your crewmates. You laughed, and he joined you. It was no surprise that he would do this, however, what was a surprise was the way he seemed to look at you.

It was a different kind of look - a look of hunger, a look of pure starvation yet not aimed at food. Something a bit more hard to define. Perhaps it was a look of being bothered. The captain was staring at you with a sort of devious smirk, brows furrowed together in focus, and tongue sticking out of mouth.

"Uh… Luffy?"

Whatever that hungry look in his eyes meant, the butterflies were returning to your stomach.

"Luffy?" you meekly whispered, face turning hotter and hotter in that second.

Luffy smirked as his eyes snapped to meet yours.

"Still such a dirty girl!"

Lips parted as you released a gasp, face set on fire because - well, you weren't expecting him to say that again! The captain only let out a loud laugh at your flustered expression, and it only made your face heat up further.

"Oh, captain, please!"

Before you could even blink, Luffy's grip on your wrist tightened. He moved so quickly, leaning forward to grab you. Luffy lifted you, swiping his arm across the table to move any dishes out of the way. Immediately, your back was slammed against the table roughly, and your eyes clamped shut at the impact. When they opened, Luffy was on top of you. His hands on either side of your face, holding your wrists down. His knee parting your legs. He let out a small grunt and the corners of his lips curved upward into that loveable smile you adored so much.

"Sanji doesn't like wasting food, ya know!"

If Luffy hadn't spoken, you might have passed out right then and there from this compromising position.

"Well, I know that, but I need to… to…"

To fuck the captain's rubber ass.

Wait! Get it together!

You moved your face off to the side, biting your lower lip in frustration. Need to what? Go take a shower? You could never waste Sanji's food. Ignore the heat on your face? Too late for that. Ignore the heat in your lower stomach as Luffy shifted to press his lower body closer to yours? Ignore how damn hot he was? "I'm not done with my snack."

You froze, snapping your gaze back to him.

"So hold still, would ya?"

You breathed in sharply, and that was it. Your breath hitched in your throat at Luffy's tone. The low, seductive tone. It made your mind reel. He locked you in, and this is the moment where you regretted spoiling him so much. He knew! He knew you spoiled him immensely and you'd always be there for him. He knew you would never disobey, knew you'd practically do anything for him.

"Captain's orders." he smirked again, as if to make sure you heard.

Looking at your captain's lips, you breathed out huskily, "Yes, captain. Whatever you want, I'll do it."

There was that hungry look again. He grinned in response, "Good!"

Luffy moved like lightning. Another squeak came from your parted lips when his face went down to your collar bone, taking one lick from it (agonizing - yet tantalizingly slow) all the way up your neck right to behind your ear. Making sure not to miss a single inch of skin covered in frosting, the captain let go of your wrists to brush a stand of your hair out of the way. The man needed food, and damn it all if anything were to get in his way.

You mewled against his touch, instantly reaching to grab fistfuls of his opened shirt, doing everything in your power to not squirm because Luffy was being quite ticklish. Another squeak once Luffy's tongue stopped, and he decided it would be better to start sucking any cake left on your skin. It all felt so tingly under his touch, and though this was not really a true kiss - every spot his mouth landed on was like fire.

"Mm… Luffy-"

"I'm not done!"

Oh, thank goodness.

He smirked against your neck before moving down further, pressing his lips lightly to a enticingly low spot on your chest. He moved his mouth open, sucking off a small glob of frosting with a pop of his lips. He pulled away to prop himself up by the arms.

"Tastes even better like this!" he smiled widely, a slight blush at his face.

He was waiting for you to say something, yet you laid there with wide eyes. Did that just happen? Because… that totally just happened! Amidst the captain's laughter, somehow in this stunned stated you managed to move your hands to hold his face. His wonderful, wonderful face. Immediately, he froze to stare down at you. With your thumb, you gently brushed the side of his cheek with it, noticing how messy of an eater he was. Crumbs and frosting dusted his cheeks, his lips, almost anywhere on his face. It caused you to snicker, and Luffy blinked at this.

"Hold on, captain. You really are so messy!" you stroked his cheek again, "Come here."

This time, Luffy watched you with intense eyes. Softly, you pulled his face close with a lidded gaze. He was oddly silent and intenly focused on your movements. In this state, you realized your hands were trembling out of nervousness - but you wanted to try. Try getting a taste of him. You opened your mouth as you pressed your lips to Luffy's cheek, sucking off a small fraction of frosting in one fell swoop - and also, maybe just letting it linger in a tiny kiss as well. Once you were done, Luffy pulled back and cocked his head to the side as he seemed to be studying you. He broke out in a warm smile, and you returned it.

There was a pause.

"I like seeing you smile. I like being the reason it happens."

In one swift movement, Luffy was back at your chest to cause a gasp from your mouth and your fingers to clutch his raven locks when his hat fell forward from his head. Luffy really didn't skip a beat, especially when you heard him snicker against your skin again. You wished he would go lower on your breasts with his tongue - oh, please - but there wasn't as much of a mess there. Luffy promply worked his way back up, along your collar bone again and up your jawline, along your cheek until -

His mouth was very close to yours. A small amount of cake just barely touched the corner of your lips. Luffy leaned in to eat this one last bit, and you felt like you were doing backflips. It was just the smallest touch, ever so small, and if he had moved to his left anymore… it could have been a kiss.

But Luffy pulled away.

In the blink of an eye, the sultry look he had was gone. He bore a huge smile and laughed while placing a hand on the back of his head. It seemed he was almost a little bashful, but it was hard to tell with someone as confident and straightforward as he.

"I really like being around you!"

His face was flushed, and yours matched.

"Let's do more of this!"

More? More of what!? The eating or the kissing? Your heart was racing. Before you could attempt to agree (as your mind was broken at the moment, and your heart leaped out of your chest and landed somewhere), he was out of his seat and placed a hand on the kitchen door.

Luffy turned to smirk at you, "Oh, and I'll remember that you said you'd do whatever I want!"

Spoiled.

Again, a rising heat took over your face. You wanted to speak, to ask him what he was takling about - but he was out the door. Luffy left you to wallow in your sexual frustration yet again.

What a tease.

Luffy had to have known what he was doing to you.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Game Guy

Debut: Mario Party 3

What a cute little fellow! A Shy Guy- darling by default- with a charming purple bow tie! Very spiffy. He would like to play some Games! Indeed, Game Guy has declared it time for a Game Guy Game. Would I like to play his games? Hell No!

Game Guy's Games are all luck-based. The worst kinds of games! I'm in control of my own destiny, bub! The presence of luck to spice things up is always welcome, but if it's all there is, then that's not fun. That's just gambling! I don't want to gamble. I want to play Super Mario! No one celebrated the presence of luck-based minigames in Mario Party: The Top 100. No one celebrated anything about that game, besides maybe Mario's snazzy sequined suit on the cover, but the point stands.

Even if they are all luck-based, though, Game Guy does have the decency to make multiple games with different mechanics and presentations. Look! This one is about Chain Chomps eating cake. You have to bet on whether the reliable big one or the little underdog will finish eating first. That's whimsical, I must admit! Maybe gambling is cool after all... eep! Don't listen to me, kids!

Of course, it is silly to be all "get this luck-based nonsense out of here" when talking about Mario Party, a game built on luck-based nonsense. I guess it's just not for me! And that's okay. I have never played Mario Party 3, and have never, by chance, landed on a Game Guy Space. But what if you wanted to visit him WITHOUT leaving it to chance?

You could visit Game Guy's Room! Just barge in there! Inside this Room lurks Game Guy, inhabitant of Game Guy's Room. He's the one being pointed at, so you don't mistake anyone else here for him. Here you can play any of his games you want, to practice and hone your skills for the next time he ropes you into one of his twisted games. Just kidding. It's still luck based. You can't get better at that.

I am curious! For those who have played Mario Party 3, what is your opinion of Game Guy? Maybe people hate him! Maybe people hope that the restrictions on depicting gambling in video games mean that Game Guy is dead forever. Would you like that? Would you be glad if Toad took Game Guy out back and shot him?

Paper Mario: The Origami King introduces Emcee Shy Guy! These are more like Extroverted Guys, am I right? He is almost identical to Game Guy, but his bow tie is smaller and pinker. He's BASICALLY the same character... but I have a feeling there must be at least one person who strongly prefers one over the other. Good, I say! That's what life is all about!

[joelalorian]

my skin in your teeth

a sequel to neighborhood watch | neighbor/boyfriend!frankie morales x f!reader | wc: 1035 | 18+ mdni | masterlist

Summary: Seems like everyone in the house wants to sink their teeth into Frankie in one way or another.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, cussing, teasing, fluff, a happy ending for everyone. No use of y/n. Not much, if any, description of reader. idk, i might have missed something. Intended as a sequel to Neighborhood Watch but could be read separately without missing context.

A/N: My belated birthday gift to the ever fantastic and lovely @baronessvonglitter for her Fucktober challenge. Prompts included Frankie and the song Lose Control by Teddy Swims. It's just a short lil' thing, but I had a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy it my love!

“Yeouch!”

You peeked around the doorway to your bedroom to find Frankie rubbing his backside as he glared at Joshua. “What happened?”

“He,” Frankie pointed accusingly at Joshua, who sat perfectly still with his tongue lolling out of his mouth and tail wagging, “chomped on my ass cheek!”

You couldn’t hold back a guffaw, eyes nearly watering with mirth at the scandalized expression on your boyfriend’s handsome face. “Yeah, he does that.”

“Why are you laughing? You should be yelling at him right now!”

“You think I should yell at him for trying to communicate? That’s ridiculous. He can’t speak and he’s just following his instincts. He’s a herding dog and you clearly weren’t going where he wanted you to.” Bending down to scritch Joshua’s ears, you added, “Isn’t that right, buddy? You were just doing what you’re supposed to. Don’t listen to this big baby. You’re such a good boy.”

Frankie shook his head, knowing he lost this particular battle. You watched him walk out of the room; eyes glued to the way his jeans hugged his ass. Licking your lips, you followed him into the kitchen. “You know, I can’t blame him, really. I’d like to sink my teeth into that ass as well.”

For a moment, Frankie’s brain malfunctioned, and he blinked owlishly at you before his handsome face split into a jaw breaking grin. “Is that so?”

In one smooth motion, he sidled up behind you, large hands pulling you back against his broad chest. Pouty lips pressed urgent kisses along your neck, drawing soft giggles and moans from deep in your chest. With a nip to the delicate skin, Frankie whispered, “I could just sink my teeth into your skin as well, baby.”

Lips moving from your neck along your jaw and over your chin, Frankie sought your mouth. Soft kisses quickly became heated at your tongues tangled and Frankie slowly slid his hand down your belly and beneath the hem of your shorts. Thick fingers slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness to pluck and strum at your clit until you became putty in his arms.

The click of Joshua’s nails against the floors as he scampered away barely audible above your keening, Frankie pulled his mouth from yours. “You have me tied up in knots, you know that? I can’t get enough of you. Your mouth, your tits, this tight fucking pussy. Fuck.”

Frankie’s words washed over your skin in soft puffs of breath, causing goosebumps to pepper your neck and arms. This man could bring you to orgasm with just his words alone, you swore. The fullness of first one, then two of his thick fingers slipping inside you was just icing on the cake.

“Need you,” the plea tumbled from your lips. “Please.”

Using his free hand, Frankie pushed the shorts down your hips and thighs until they fell to the floor at your feet. That same hand worked his own shorts until they slipped down his thick thighs before adjusting his hold on you, wrapping his arm around your upper waist to grasp your left tit and tweak a nipple under your shirt.

A mournful moan left your lips when Frankie removed his fingers from you, only to be replaced with the broad tip of his cock. “Yessss,” you hissed when he worked his hips, his cock slipping further inside you with incredible slowness, driving you fucking wild.

Frankie’s hips thrust against your backside when he finally bottomed out. Already, your legs felt like Jell-o and Frankie supported your weight with his strong grip as he worked his cock inside you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Imma bout to lose control.”

“Do it. Lose control, Frankie, and fuck me dumb.”

Giving into your request, deep grunts echoed deliciously in your ears as Frankie fucked into you. How you both remained standing was beyond your understanding, but he remained steady through the powerful thrusts. Still, momentum carried you both forward in shuffled steps toward the counter where you braced your upper body.

Pleasure coiled in your gut, sending your blood boiling as your body gave in to the sensation of being fucked so good by Frankie. Unable to utter any words of sense, you babbled and keened and mewled into the cool air of your kitchen as your orgasm washed over you in deep, earth-shattering shudders.

“That’s it, baby. I love feeling you come all over my cock. You’re fuckin’ dripping all over me,” Frankie talked you through it as you gushed around him. The fluttering of your walls gripping him so tight sent him right over the edge as well. “Oh, fuck, fuck. That’s it. That’s fuckin’ it.”

Your bodies pitched forward as Frankie came, hard, inside you. Your arms gave out at the same time his broad thighs lost the ability to support his own weight. The pair of you wound up in a tangled heap on the kitchen floor, half-dressed, breathless with giggles and the aftereffects of mind-blowing orgasms.

Heaving chests gradually steadied until you both sat up, breathing returned to normal. Frankie looked over at you, chocolate eyes wide with wonder and a dumb grin on his handsome face.

“I love you. Did you know that?” His voice equal parts excited and shy, you shook your head.

“I do now.” You kissed him, tongue teasing along his front teeth as he was unable to stop smiling. “I love you, too, Frankie.”

Somehow, you both pulled your shorts back on and righted the rest of your clothing without getting up off the kitchen floor. Sensing that you two were finished with the gross human stuff, Joshua trotted back into the room, tongue lolling happily, and crawled into your laps to join the heap.

“I love you as well, you lil’ ass biter,” Frankie teased the pup, scratching Joshua’s favorite spot behind his pointed ears.

You watched them, the need to have every day be some variation of this very moment washing over you. Biting your lip in thought, you gave in to the overwhelming desire to blurt out the thing on your mind.

“Frankie…” when he looked at you with those smoldering eyes, you continued, “you should move in with us.”

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Baby it's cold outside

Fluff.

An unplanned pregnancy. Reader not being too sure if Spencer's going to be happy about being a dad. Spencer being absolutely overjoyed about being a dad.

You want to wait until Christmas to tell Spencer that you're pregnant with his baby but after a day out in the snow, you can't wait any longer.

(Four years ago)

Your life was Forever changed Accident that Happened one day In a coffee shop It was a snowy And Windy day out and you needed a cup of coffee really bad. You ordered your usual cup of coffee and took out your gift card to pay. Only to have the barista tell you that you didn't have enough left on your card.

" You need another $1.29" The barista tells you, As she stands behind the counter chomping on gum looking at you judgingly.

" Oh, OK, I thought that I had enough left on here. OK, let me see if I have another $1.29" You say, opening up your purse and quickly looking through it. Some of the items in your purse ending up being tossed on the coffee Shop counter.

The barista Rolling her eyes at you, As she continues Chewing on her gum loudly. The long line behind you starting to grumble.

And that's when you Felt a tap on your shoulder. you were Sure that it was an angry customer behind you getting ready to yell at you for not having enough money in your purse.

You turn around and see a man with brown hair Wearing a Purple sweater and a crossbody bag.

" Let me help you. I have the money for it. It's OK. I'll cover your coffee today" The man smiles warmly at you.

" Oh my gosh, thank you so much" You say with the relief that it wasn't someone getting ready to yell at you, but also you had a little bit of guilt given that this man had to pay for your coffee.

" Don't worry about it, these kinds of things happen" He tells you, handing a $5.00 bill to the woman behind the counter. Who suddenly doesn't look so angry.

You stand there Looking at the man You find him very cute.

" OK, here you go, enjoy your coffee" The man tells you, smiling, and then turns around to order his own coffee.

You sat down at a table after adding your cream and sugar to your coffee. And waited for the man who paid for your coffee to walk by so you could thank him properly.

After you saw him add an alarming amount of sugar to his coffee He come walking by your table.

You stood up and thanked him.

" I wanted to thank you for paying for my coffee, that was really sweet of you"

" Oh, you're welcome. I couldn't just let you stand there and try to find the money to pay for your coffee Everybody makes mistakes. You didn't know that. You didn't have enough coffee bucks left" he said with a smile.

" Well, I would have had enough left, but it was a birthday present And I bought myself a Danish to go with my coffee on my birthday and went home and put a candle in it and pretended that it was my birthday cake" You told him, not really sure why you felt so comfortable talking to him.

" Oh, that's really sweet" He responded.

" Would you like to sit down?" You asked the man

He looked at his watch and said "sure, I can sit down. I I have some time before I have to be to work" He pulled out the chair and sat down.

" I should probably tell you my name since you paid for my coffee so hi i'm Y/N"

" Oh, hello, I'm Spencer Reid"

" Thank you Spencer Reid for saving my day. It's really cold and the heat in my apartment doesn't work too well, so I came out in this horrible weather to get a hot coffee"

"Only to find out That you have ran out of money on your card, that's just sad"

"It is, but that's pretty much my life So umm, what do you do?" You can't believe that you're even asking this question But there's just something about Spencer Reid that makes you feel comfortable

" Well, I work for the FBI of the BAU actually Behavioral Analysis Unit, we pretty much hunt down the bad guys" He tells you before taking a sip of coffee like it's no big deal.

You were so intrigued by Spencer. The two of you ended up meeting at this coffee shop every chance you could. You found yourself being sad every time he wasn't there, knowing that he was away on a case.

After two months, these Meeting at the coffee shop mornings Led to more It led to a movie date. It led to him showing you his apartment. It led to his teammates noticing There was something different about him.

Until one day, Spencer Reid asked you to be his wife. The two of you were married on Valentine's Day, the day of love, the perfect day for the two of you.

(Present day)

Spencer finally has two weeks off, And it could not have come at a better time. Given it is Only a week until Christmas, so that means one week before Christmas and one week after Christmas that way the two of you can spend together. Even though you have been married for three years already It's still something so special to share with Spencer.

Both of you are so excited and have lists of things that you want to do together Spencer didn't really have Christmases growing up, So it was something that was so wonderful for him, spending time with you, decorating the Christmas tree Putting lights around the house and building snowmen.

Over the past week, the two of you baked cookies together, watched Christmas movie's, Drank Hot chocolate. And stood at the window of your apartment, watching the snow fall.

Not to mention the Christmas pajamas That the two of you have been wearing. Matching Christmas pajamas, something that Spencer never thought that he would wear before he met you.

Pajamas that had Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Frosty the Snowman. The Grinch. As well as sets that had gingerbread cookies, regular snowmen And Santa Claus.

You enjoyed snacking on candy canes together. And eating other holiday snacks.

Spencer did notice you getting a little bit tired lately, and you have said a few times this week that you weren't feeling well for a little bit in the morning, Spencer just thought that it was all of the excitement that the two of you have been having together, all of the happiness and joy of the season.

Today you and Spencer are going ice skating. Of course Spencer is a pro at it even though it's his first time ice skating.

You, however, not so much.

The building of snowmen. Snowball fights All of that you could do, but ice skating you just couldn't quite get it, but you wanted to try.

Spencer held on to you as you tried skating. After he laced up your ice skates, the pink ice skates the Penelope gave to you for Christmas last year after you had told her that you would love to have gone ice skating with Spencer.

" You're doing great, honey" Spencer tells you lovingly.

" Really. Because I feel like I'm doing a horrible job of it. The only reason I'm not landing on my butt is because you're holding me" you tell him with a loud chuckle.

" And I'm going to keep holding on to you because I don't want you being all bruised up and in pain for Christmas" he tells you before kissing you on the cheek. as he still holding on to you.

" After at least Half hour of this, you decide that you want to be self-sufficient and you are going to skate on your own, even though, truth be told, you wouldn't mind if Spencer stayed holding you like this, skating around the ice rink for the rest of the day,

" OK, I'm going to go for it" You tell him with a thumbs up.

" Are you sure? I don't mind still holding on to you" Spencer tells you is he reluctantly lets you go.

" Yeah, I can do it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to be a big girl. I'm going to be a brave girl and I'm going to skate all on my own" You say with confidence.

Spencer can't help but laugh at this, the fact that his Wife is saying that she wants to be a big girl.

" OK, go for it my Beautiful Wife" He Tells You taking both hands off of you now.

You barely make it anywhere at all before you fall down and land sack on the ice

" Oh no!!" you yell out.

Spencer comes Skating back over to your side and picks you up.

" Are you OK, honey?" He asks, picking you up with ease off of the ice. Standing you securely back up on your pink ice skates as you lean against him.

Tears start filling up your eyes as you remember hitting the ice. It's not really so much about the pain that you're feeling, it's about the little one that is growing inside of you. As much as it hurt landing on that ice Your main concern was that you did not damage yours And Spencer's baby.

"Y/N You OK, honey? Please answer me, you're crying. Are you OK?" Spencer asked, his voice filled with worry.

You could hear Spencer but couldn't quite make out what he was saying. It wasn't until he started brushing his fingertips along your cheek that you come back to reality.

"Y/N Please answer me, are you OK? Did you hit your head?"

Finally hear what he is saying and look up at him and answer.

" Yeah, Yeah I just landed on the ice really hard" You told him as you panted.

" This is Exactly what I said. I didn't want to happen. You know, statistically people get hurt more just walking down the street Then they do ice skating. But I didn't want you to get hurt. I'm so sorry, honey. I shouldn't have let go" He tells you. His voice filled with guilt, As he runs his hands up and down your arms, trying to make sure that you are warm.

" No Spence, It's my fault. You told me that you didn't want to let go of me. I knew that I'm not a good skater and I shouldn't have let you let go of me" You tell him.

" I know that you're not a good skater, which is exactly why I shouldn't have let you go"

You put your left hand on Spencer's face and hold it there. Your hand is beyond freezing Especially the medal from your wedding ring and you really should have worn mittens, but Spencer doesn't even mind.

" Please don't blame yourself, it's all on me. It was my idea to even come out here and I skate. I think we should just go home now" You tell him.

" I do too. We'll go home and we'll drink some hot chocolate. I'll get you some ice if you're in pain. Maybe some ibuprofen, We can watch Movies in our Christmas pajamas, just you and me in our own little Christmas paradise" Spencer tells you as he glides you to the edge of the rink and walks you to the bench before he removes your ice skates.

You can't help but smile, looking down at him is he unties the skates that he had put on you just a little bit ago.

The two of you home and you Walk into the door together, Spencer telling you Did you should go upstairs and take a shower to warm up.

You shake your Head yes and give a audible yes.

As you do, Spencer gets the water ready and the packets of hot Chocolate so that they will be ready by the time you come out of the shower.

The shower does help warm you up, When you get out and dry off, you put on your black pajamas with candy canes That are all over them, Spencer set them out for you so you know that he's going to be wearing his matching pair.

You open the bathroom door and walk into your bedroom, where you see Spencer already laying in bed beneath the cushy Christmas Comforter.

" Hi honey, are you feeling better now?" Spencer asks, leaning up a little bit so that he can reach out for your hand.

" Yeah, I feel a little better, And you sure look comfy"

" I am very comfortable here with our Christmas sheets and our Christmas comforter hot chocolate And a Christmas movie awaiting for us to watch" You pointing out all of the things that are in the bedroom.

When you get closer to the bed, he puts his hand out for you and helps pull you into the cozy, warm bed Before putting an arm around you and cuddling you close.

" Are you sure you're OK? Are you in pain?" He asks you Genuinely concerned.

" No, I'm not really in pain right now. I'm sure I will be tomorrow, but that's OK. I have something that I want, will actually. I do want to tell you, but I need to tell you"

"ok" He says, his voice laced with concern, not really knowing what you're going to tell him. Are you breaking up with him? Do you want a divorce?"

" It's nothing bad, it's just something that I need to tell you"

Spencer lets out a sigh of relief.

" OK, what is it, honey?"

" Well, why I was so upset that I fell on the ice wasn't because it hurt. And I mean, it did hurt. Don't get me wrong, it hurt a lot, but it's because" you Stopped talking, looking down at Spencer's hand on yours.

" it's because?" He repeats the last two words that you said.

You take a deep breath for two reasons. One, because you really wanted to tell him on Christmas morning, and two, you're still not really sure how happy he's going to be about it.

" It's Because I'm pregnant" You told him, looking into his eyes to see if he was happy.

" You're pregnant?, You're really pregnant?, We're having a baby?, we made a baby?, I'm going to be a dad?" Spencer asked all these questions, his voice so happy.

" Yes, you're going to be a dad, I wanted to wait to tell you on Christmas morning, but since you were so upset about me falling on the ice and you thought that I was upset with you because of it, I was just upset because I thought that I might have hurt our baby" You explained quickly.

"I can't believe I'm going to be a dad" Spencer says so happily Before putting his hand on your stomach. " But how did it happen? We're so careful"

" Well, we're not always careful. Remember the week before Halloween? We went to the pumpkin patch and then we carved the pumpkin and you kissed me and one thing led to another. We weren't careful that night" You remind him.

" Oh yeah, I remember that night, So then you Didn't mean for this to happen?" Spencer asked. You almost a little sad now.

" I didn't plan for it to happen, but I'm glad that it did" You tell him.

" So am I, I'm so glad" He told you Before lifting up your shirt a little bit and kissing your stomach.

" Hi baby, I can't wait to meet you This is your daddy, by the way I'm so looking forward to meeting you" He looks up at you and holds your hand. Just think, this time next year we'll have a baby. We'll have to get matching pajamas for the baby too"

You're so happy that Spencer is so happy about this.

" Yes, we will, I'm so glad that you're happy, Spencer. I wasn't sure how you were going to take it"

" You thought I wasn't going to be happy. Why?"

" Well, I was just thinking about how, you know, you're going to come home from a long hard case and you're going to be tired and just want to go to sleep and you're not going to want to have to deal with a crying baby. And then when it gets older, it's going to be Throwing itself on you when you come home and saying daddy, daddy, I missed you" You tell him all of the things that you thought about.

" I'm not going to mind at all and I'm not going to be doing cases anymore. Now that we're having a baby, I'm going to quit my job at the BAU and I'm going to teach full time then. That's what Blake did. She left the BAU to teach full time. That would be a safer job for me and then I can come home every day to you and our baby"

" Spencer, you love working at the BAU. You're the hero. You're the good Guy that gets the bad guys, I don't want to take that from you"

" Yes, I am the hero and I do love being the hero and I will continue to be one. I'm going to be a hero to my family. I will be teaching other people how to be the heroes"

" Are you sure, Spencer?"

" Oh, absolutely. Then I can come home every day to you. I want to be a part of every part of the pregnancy and every part after it. I want to be there for every doctor's appointment, when we find out if we're having a boy or a girl, Through the morning sickness and the cravings, I want to be there when our baby is born, holding your hand, cheering you on. I want to see our baby when it's first born, I want to be there for my baby. I want to be there for the baby's first kitchen sink bath, Their first bath in the real tub, The diaper changes, the bottles, their first bite of real food, Their first day of school. The first time they fall in love, I even want to be there for the bad stuff when they're sick, when they have an earache, even when they have their first heartbreak. I want to be there for all of it, I don't want to be a dad like mine was. I will never, ever leave you Or our baby, Not ever" Spencer reassures you as he still has his hand on your stomach.

" Daddy's going to be here for you through every step of the way, You know, I believe that they can hear stuff in there. That's why I told JJ when she was pregnant with Henry to put earphones on her stomach, so he didn't have to hear all of that bad stuff. and so I'm going to read to our baby every day" Spencer gasps "A Christmas Carol. I own the book A Christmas Carol. I'm going to read it to the baby"

"OK" you say with a laugh.

" And not to brag, but I also know how to deliver a baby. I mean, I studied The instruction manual When JJ was pregnant, just in case I had to Deliver Henry if JJ was out in the field. That never happened, but I didn't actually deliver a baby when we were on a case and that boy was it something The Unsub was standing right over me As I was delivering the baby and then the mother actually named the baby after me" He said with a big smile, so proud of what he had done.

" Oh yeah, I remember that. Wasn't that the same day that you took me to the closing of Rossi's favorite bar and we all sang karaoke together? Well, just about everyone did. As I remember, Blake and Hotch didn't join us on the stage"

" That's right, that was the day"

" Well, hopefully there won't be an issue like that when I go into labor, but I still want you to be there"

" And I will be, I promise I will be. I'm going to go into the station first thing in the morning and tell them that I'm not going to be an agent anymore. I'm going to be a teacher"

 Spencer took you to the station with him so that we could tell everybody about the baby.

Morgan came over and of course he had a comment.

" So pretty boy and pretty girl got together and made a pretty baby. I'm happy for you Reid, I really am" he told him as he hugged Spencer.

Everyone congratulated both of you and said that they were going to miss Spencer, but they know that they will still be a part of your life's as well as your future child.

The next few months went buying a flash. you started getting items for the baby not knowing If you were, having a boy or a girl made it a little bit difficult, so you just bought some neutral colors for things until we found out.

Then the day came that you could find out if it was a boy or a girl. Matthew and you were so excited. He held your hand as the doctor moved the little ball around your stomach from the ultrasound machine.

Then we heard the words " You're having a baby girl"

they couldn't be happier. they left the doctor's office and went to the store buying everything that we could for our little girl. We are now going to make the nursery Disney Princess.

Before they knew it, the big day had arrived.

Spencer was there from start to finish, just like he said he would be, holding your hand, cheering you on, and when the nurse handed him his baby girl, he couldn't be happier.

The next Christmas was even more special now that you are a family.

all of you Wearing your matching Christmas pajamas. Red pajamas with Santa Claus on them.

Life had never been more magical for Spencer Reid. He has more than he ever thought that he would ever have.

The love of his life and now a little girl He loves more than he ever thought possible.

"You know what, Spencer? I think running out of money on my gift card was the best thing that ever happened to me" You tell Spencer, looking over at him as he holds your daughter.

" Really. Why is that?" 

" Because that's How I Met you, I think running out of money on my gift card was the best gift I was ever given"

Spencer can't help but agree with you, If it hadn't been for your card running out of money He never would have talked to you, and you wouldn't be sitting here right now in your cozy little home on Christmas morning with your own little family.

[honeylief]

Hey, sharing my first one shot of Raph x Emmy! They're also on my A03 I recently got an account for! Feel free to leave any thoughts on them and my writing, thank you <33

For a Slice of Cake by Honey_Lief - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) https://archiveofourown.org/works/60323023 via @ao3org

For a Slice of Cake

The day had been long in the tooth and the two finally aligned in time together with a whole weekend to look forward to. Superhero movie marathon. Pantry full of snacks. Chinese takeout leftovers for dinnertime. Nighttime reading for lightweight and heavyweight divisions. It felt good to have an apartment space meant for couples only fun. Very vanilla. Very routine.

Nothing ever stayed truly routine with these two however.

"Raph, you know I can't handle it when you use the tickle jitsu! Get away from me!"

Emmy tried to make a break for the next room over, only to be yoinked off her feet by her bigger turtle partner. She had her favorite camisole on and sports shorts for maximum flexibility. They weren't much help in escaping her current situation.

Raph playfully pulled her into a one armed grip, his free arm ready to 'attack' her weak points. He had his usual fit on except the ninja wraps. Didn't need them for this slippery target. "How dare you inhale that cake slice like a savage, you miscreant."

Emmy struggled and squirmed like a cat. "Not my fault you're being extra soft and slow on my account. I love when you wait on me like a gentleman, but it makes for fun getting away with anything around you."

At that remark, Raph lifted Emmy over his shoulder in one quick swoop. No amount of hitting and kicking by her fazed him, he'd have a cut on his lip by now if she really wanted to hurt him. With girlfriend secured, he moved her and himself over to their massive couch. This was a heavy investment piece, with enough space and support made for mutant alligator snappers who could pass out anytime of the day.

Raph plopped her on his lap, arms secured around her torso for further grilling. "Well we're not going anywhere until I know for sure it’s all gone. What’re you gonna do about that?"

Emmy fluttered her eyes up at him. "Maybe I still got cake frosting on me if you're lucky. You got the better angle tho to check if I'm really clean."

Big red turtle man keened down on her, his exaggerated fake scowl slowly forming into a cheeky grin. "Raph's gonna mess you up for that talk."

Emmy shuddered as he started cuddling her up. Raph made good on his word and also started playfully poking her to get her giggling. Nothing and nowhere risque, he just really enjoyed her bubbly laughter. How she buried into his chest when she tried to muffle her occasional cackling outbursts. It did help that she gave him a whole cheat sheet, and as they did this more frequently, Emmy was constantly thinking up new strategies so he wasn't having too easy a time figuring her out.

Raph’s usual mode of 'friendly soft giant' was always nice, but she's head over heels for him when he’s a little less restrained in all that he does for her. He had of course voiced wanting to sometimes act on raw muscle, to which Emmy assured him in kind she's a tough cookie who can handle it and like it a little rough.

She can be affectionately rough like him right now.

Would this be an intrusive thought though? She had to know he'd feel it.

**CHOMP**

Raph's eyes flew open to see Emmy really sinking her teeth in on his snout. This feeling wasn't new, but damn she really had been full of little surprises since they started being together. And positively crazier now that they have their own crib.

She didn’t seem to pick up he'd caught onto her literally smitten on him.

"You're biting me?"

Emmy's eyes opened at his question. She regarded him in a state of confusion before the slow realization hit and she let him go slowly. "Haha, oops, when did that happen?"

Raph let her go entirely as he patted a hand over his snout. "You really bit me!"

Emmy put a hand to her mouth. "I didn't draw blood, did I?"

Raph didn’t feel broken skin or anything like it under his fingers. The initial tingle was already gone, but something about that sneak attack still seemed to stick.

"Don't think so. But mind telling me what that was about?"

Emmy averted her eyes as she fidgeted her mask tails. "I don't know. Maybe I read this as a thing turtle partners do with each other."

She continued to fidget as she flustered for the right words. "I thought since we do these clockwork couch cuddles, maybe you would like something with more teeth to it. I really wanna match how much you already give me every time. Adding more to that face value."

Raph's done his share of quick turtle courtship reading and his eyes lit up piecing it together. "Y'mean like the face tapping?"

"Uhm yeah, that." Emmy trailed off before half-heartedly laughing. "Sorry, is the biting… too weird for you?"

Raph seemed to ponder on it, and Emmy felt herself wilting on the spot. Was that stare he was giving her a good or a bad one?

"Now you got me thinking how I wanna try it on you."

Emmy stopped fidgeting. She had half expected this answer, but she hadn’t expected how straightforward he was about wanting to try. "Wait, really?"

Raph shrugged. "I mean, between the four of us knucklehead brothers, I lost count how many times we bit each other over anything. Dad had to carry a newspaper or swatter so we'd let go. Just never thought to try it on someone who ain't family, and not that way."

That way. Emmy's face rapidly turned red at the scenarios in her head, and Raph hastily amended extra assurance with shaking arm motions.

"If you're okay with it first of course!"

"Oh. Ohhhh," Emmy struggled on followup. "U-Um, Raph, know that I do trust you with my life, you have a winning smile 24/7, you're the best at kissing me head to toe. I would be lying tho if I wasn't a little nervous about bites from you. And uh…"

Raph didn’t look away as he intently hung to her every word. "I’m listening."

"I really am sorry I sprung that on you," Emmy blushed as she tucked in on herself. "I wanted to be grand about giving back as much as you give me. I still sometimes feel I'm all take and no give with you, even with all the tricks I pull. I can't swing you around the way you’re always doing it with me. I'm never enough in my head."

It was all Raph could do to hug her on the spot, but maybe Emmy needed to be held differently here. She was so so much more than her size, physical or other.

He reached for her hands. "You’re enough for me. Maybe it would be nice for Raph to be held or carried in bigger arms, sure." He proceeded to lean over so their heads touched. "But then I know I’d have to give up how we butt heads like this, the eyes and small hands that see/take care of little scratches on my back, a shell size just right for my head to rest on. I wouldn’t trade those away for anything."

He gave her hands a firm squeeze. "You being in Raph's life like this? All the biggest experience he could ever want. All you gotta know. You’ll always be enough, bonita."

His girlfriend snickered at the left field pet name. "You've secretly been word training!"

Raph smirked. "That’s what you get loving a ninja turtle who's stupid dedicated to any training."

Emmy visibly relaxed at his word play and found her smile again. "Yeah, okay. I’m down for it now. But can we start small?"

"Absolutely," Raph guided her hands so they cupped his face. "Wanna give me a dental once over first?"

Emmy giggled as she did a quick glance over of him, Raph’s head completely rested in her hands. She idly rubbed her thumbs on him as he slowly bared his teeth. He really did take immaculate care of his pearly whites since he was finally off the corrective braces. Emmy and him both were so glad he got to keep his signature snaggletooth look. Up close, it was hard to believe his set of intimidating chompers was capable of saying the sweetest things and mostly free of meanness.

"Looking and smelling like minty fresh breeze to me, big fella."

Raph shut his lid. He looked quite pleased with himself. "Thank you, I try."

Emmy squished his cheeks together. "I bet you a dollar you're more excited about this than I am."

His smile only got wider and toothier at her assumption. "How would you like to be treated, my queen?"

Raph’s eyes didn’t leave her, and he also didn’t move as Emmy had him wait. Her hands eventually pulled away from his loosened grip. She laid down on the sofa, with only her head propped up against an arm rest. Her thighs and arms folded towards herself. She looked back up at him before making both a face and a noise that can only be described as impish–and inviting.

"Come here and mess me up, 'good boy'."

At 'good boy', Raph felt electric. He silently shifted to loom over Emmy topside, right where he wanted her. She looked beyond cute at this angle under him.

"This is entirely your fault for being so dang sweet and saucy, by the way. Close your pretty eyes for Raph."

Emmy did just that, breathing in deep and sinking into the sofa as though she was in a bathtub. His breath felt warm, but also cooling from the lingering menthol. She could feel his scraggly chin dig into the crook of her neck as he sniffed her down. His usual musk of ‘happy’ took hold of her senses. It was a strong earthy smell every time he leaned in this close.

With this new angle to his maw, Emmy could take in the hesitant, cool tongue licks against her skin. She could feel the edge of his snaggletooth glide over her face, a mix of delicate strokes and gentle pressure. It never ceased to amaze her how much deliberate self control he had, his size never a hindrance to his movements. In and out with precision. Ebb and flow that kept her guessing. Completely valid application of master ninja techniques.

Emmy wasn't completely lost at the moment though. She opened one eye to see how much he was enjoying this. Raph once again made off with an idea she got them both into and doing all the work. His scent made it hard to think straight.

"Nnngh, Raphael."

Raph gradually intensified the earlier motions. Hungry. Famished. Emmy quietly grasping for his proper name only goaded him on to keep on giving. Make sure every inch of her face was lovingly caressed the best way his chops could appreciate. She was her own tier of plush softness unlike anything else. Silky smooth cheeks, a ticklish chin, familiar lips that tasted so jazzy fresh without fail.

Maybe he'll save that for last? It was too much fun riling Emmy up now.

Emmy was stiff as a board while Raph nuzzled and nipped. Every time she tried to bite her lower lip, she could feel Raph tug back at it, stopping short of kissing her outright. The nerve. His licks were brief, but eager like a puppy's. And that tongue, he did not disappoint flexing it physically as much as he did with words only meant for her ears. Oh gods. Emmy won't hear the end of it if Raph starts calling her his squeaky toy after this play biting experiment was over.

She wanted so badly to give back as he was giving now. Her hands wanted to cradle his head again. Or arms to loop around his neck. She had to give back now. Reach out. But she was stopped in her tracks when she felt one wrist restrained. Raph also paused his ministrations.

Emmy dared a peek to see her turtle man so focused on her. He looked very determined. She felt her cheeks heating up at his stupidly steely gaze.

"Safe word?"

"No, but–"

"Then let Raph finish."

"Raphael–"

His mouth fell on hers to shut her up and immediately Emmy saw stars with the sudden tongue-to-tongue contact. Both of them sunk completely into the couch. Both her hands were also now pinned under Raph's. Their fingers intertwined in short order. She could really take in the minty mouthwash he was on when he's in this deep. He pressed forward and maintained his pace, his bigger tongue doing all the swirling and savoring movements. Her whole body trembled from all the sensations, and it took a bit of time to compose the big thoughts.

He was her everything right here and now. Or she was everything to him? It made her heart race and belly flutter in butterflies at both thoughts.

If he wasn't gonna let her touch, she's gonna make this kiss something he won't soon forget in other ways. She had to. But how to without her hands?

Raph eventually pulled away without warning and it sent Emmy reeling on the exit. His mouth didn’t really leave her for long however, as she soon realized.

He went back in with renewed determination, alternating between the teeth grazing, small kisses and nibbles all over her pretty face. Her exposed neck and shoulders were lovingly attended to in the same manner. He felt Emmy go a little limp at his hurried onslaught. She'd completely given up on form, reduced to making small tickled noises or slurred, churring words on how good he was doing. How he was too good to her. How he was always, always a good boy.

One last affectionate nibble to her cute snoot, and Raph returned Em's earlier gesture in full. And a parting gift of a smooch on the same spot for good measure. He let her wrists go, slowly withdrew back to give her breathing space and looked down on her.

She looked like a deer in headlights, blinking dazed and mouth a little hung open.

Despite his work and all the positive affirmation earlier, he needed to hear her feedback loud and clear. "So, how'd I do?"

Emmy was still dazzled in place taking in the last five minutes of everything. "I am never taking your smiles for me for granted ever again."

Raph beamed, even as Emmy got her senses back, crossed her arms and gave him a puffed up pout. "But you didn’t let me bite back either, you monster."

"Cake theft."

Emmy had completely forgotten about her earlier transgression. "Okay, fair."

Raph eventually helped her up so they were both sitting facing each other. "Were you scared at all through it?"

Emmy replayed the moments in her head. "A little, but some fear made it fun. You wanna go back for seconds and take a bigger bite of me right now?"

Raph's face immediately scrunched funny. Conflicted, nervous and redder all at once. "I–"

"Just teasing!" Emmy cheekily stuck her tongue out and pressed a finger to his lips. "We'll train up to that level like always. I promise neither of us are gonna hurt bad with practice. And I know you’re all about serious training, my king."

Raph’s earlier doubts instantly vanished at her assured words. Emmy quickly scooted up and planted a kiss to his cheek. "To my amazing and wonderfully talented boyfriend. I’ll be better about the intimate warnings." He churred at her show of affection. "Mmm. Sounds good to me."

It felt bizarre to be grounded again after what just happened. It took a bit, sorting out all the thoughts, but Raph finally remembered what started it all.

"Thank you for being you, Em. Forget the bet, but I really am hungry for sweets."

[m-jelly]

@2moth-anon2

Stolen kisses at the cafe

Erwin x Fem!Reader

Mafia AU, modern AU, fluff, romance, cafe owner reader, kissing, pet names.

Erwin visits the love of his life on his lunch break. As soon as he sees you he instantly goes into loving mode.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @mari-zs

A buzz of excitement went through Erwin as he drove away from where he had a meeting to your adorable cafe. The love that Erwin had in his heart for you was unmeasurable. His world was you. No matter how much he had due to his job, it never brought him any joy, only you did. Erwin wanted to spend all his money on you.

Once he parked up he ran into your cafe to see you were behind the counter and the place was full of wonderful people, as usual. He hurried over to the till, grabbed the counter and leaned right over. He crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness.

He pulled back and chuckled at your surprised look. "Hello, my tasty muffin."

You giggled. "Hello, big bear. What can I do for you?"

He reached over and played with your hair. "Take a lunch break and come on a date with me." He grabbed your hands and showered them with kisses. "Please."

You nibbled your lip. "Well, my private office is free."

He nipped your finger. "Perfect." He released your hands and climbed behind the counter. He hugged you tightly and chomped on the crook of your neck. "Can we have a few things to eat?"

"I'll get a selection." You picked a tray and selected a few sandwiches, cakes and made drinks. Everything was cute-themed, so it had little sweet animals on such as bunnies and cats. "This okay?"

Erwin nuzzled your neck. "I would prefer you, but your food is always delicious." He grabbed the tray. "I'll take this."

You walked over to the line manager and chatted to her about your lunch break. She was incredible with the cafe when you weren't there to run it, she was your lovely hero. You gave her a little wave before joining Erwin in your office, who had happily made himself at home.

Erwin smiled at you. "My tasty cupcake."

You locked your office door and walked closer. "You look comfy."

He sat back on your sofa, his blazer off, tie off and hair messy. "You make me feel this way." He patted his thigh. "Come sit on my lap."

"We have to eat though."

He reached over and grabbed your wrist. "I know, but I want you to sit on me."

You sat on his thigh. "I've heard that line before."

He chuckled. "You have. I do love it when you do." His big hand massaged your thigh. "May I have a kiss?"

You leaned down and kissed him. "Always." You tangled your fingers in his hair and kissed him over and over again. "I love you, Erwin."

"I love you too, my little strawberry."

You picked up a sandwich and fed Erwin. "Eat up, handsome."

He moaned as he happily ate it. "You're an incredible cook and baker."

"Thank you." He helped him drink his coffee. "I'm happy to feed you."

"Mm, you should eat as well. Please?"

You handed Erwin his sandwich and picked up your own. "Mm, delicious."

Erwin kissed your neck a few times. "You're so perfect. I love you so damn much."

You smiled at Erwin. "I love you too."

[volostogekiss]

Nobody really talks about it, but I can't get over how ROUND Volo's face actually is in the game.

His cheeks look like they'd be soft, and I just want to hold his face in my hands and squish them gently.

...And maybe chomp them. But also gently.

ooh YES, you're very correct! they remind me of soft rice cakes or mochi. you can also take this little doodle and scenario you have inspired :3c

No warnings. GN!reader.

Whenever Volo is actually in town, you could confess that you don’t really visit him to buy anything out of dire necessity (since you could technically gather your own supplies and make whatever you’d need yourself), but…

…he’s really too handsome to not look at (occasionally, you swear!), so you do end up buying from him anyway.

Currently, while you do feel a little badly that he’s forced to waste his time explaining the differences between the Hopo and Pinap Berries on his cart (because you’re not listening to him despite asking, but really only for the purpose of hearing him talk more), you feel less guilty when you catch glimpses of his smiling face out of the corners of your eyes.

His cheeks look soft… I just want to hold his face in my hands and squish them gently.

“But although its skin is hardy, don’t let that fool you!” You don’t notice how he peers in your direction, with a slightly confused, albeit still polite, expression. “The Pinap Berry is actually very—”

...And maybe chomp them. You giggle to yourself. But also gently.

“—susceptible to the wind and cold…”

Volo promptly stops. His index finger droops for a second, before straightening again. “Eh? Excuse me?”

“Oh,” you say shortly, blinking as if shocked (although you’re really not, since this was bound to happen at some point), “did I say that out loud?”

Turning his head to look at you, the merchant nods slowly, one of his hands subconsciously raised and rubbing at his face. He’s clearly thinking about what you accidentally revealed to him. “Well, yes, you did.”

“Oh,” you simply repeat again. There’s a mixture of bewilderment and amusement on Volo’s face, so you can’t help thinking that he’s not… too upset at your rather uncouth observation.

Still, you glance away, stuffing your hands into your pockets as the realization hits you fully. “I’m sorry. I just made things awkward, didn’t I?”

Volo just laughs. His laughter is bright and melodious—lovely, you think, while your own cheeks warm—and when you finally do manage to peek over at him, he’s staring at you with a grin that you probably could admire forever.

“No, no, while I do think that was rather unexpected,” Volo admits, trying to reassure you, “I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.”

A smirk then flicks at the edge of his lips, and he pats his cheek jokingly for good measure. You half-suspect that he’s teasing you, but you don’t know what to say.

He does. As if he’s sharing a secret, Volo leans in closer to you, mischief alight in his eye.

“Next time, though, if you want to stare at me, you can just tell me! I would happily sit before you instead of minding the guild’s cart. It would be rather enjoyable for the both of us, no?”

[weebsinstash]

Baby~ when I tell you that I just want to CHOMP into Miguel’s steaming hot buns!~ and to make it better his suit is holo-projected!? And he’s commando so I get Instant access!? This man is a kinky fucker!

me, virginal and ignorant: you know, I keep seeing posts about Miguel being caked up and even someone who worked on the movie said they still toned the ass down, but like, how thick actually IS he?

me, suddenly 9 months pregnant: oh my god he's 6'5. Oh my god he's 6'5. Oh my god I know that dick is big. Oh my god.

You know I mentioned that idea about him making Reader a suit similar to his own where it can "turn off and on" in full or in pieces but like, I was thinking of the facemask and removal/bathroom/sex purposes, I don't know why I didn't consider his entire suit is projected. It's nanotechnology which means it's probably like, idk, hard light or something or whatever Tony stark uses idk I'm not a huge marvel person, but, it's probably not like he's QUITE running around naked, but.... it's also fitted on him so good and I mean. That ASS. I want to bite it like an apple. I want to spank his bubble butt just to try and tease him and he spins around to "teach me a lesson for being such a little brat" by pinning me to the nearest surface and railing the fuck outta me. Ass man Miguel constantly squeezing/groping/staring/spanking your ass in private, fucking you from behind so he can spank your butt and watch it bounce with every thrust of his hips

God the idea of him just full on having nothing underneath the suit though... The only thing between Miguel losing his cool and freeing his cock to rail into you like he's trying to continue his family name is a line of code, an internal command, and a prayer to god (also I saw he's canon Catholic so, idk, do with that what you will but my mind immediately goes towards like, obviously if he's a breeding kink yandere sorta scenario it's kind of already said and done that he wouldn't, but, especially in this scenario, Miguel absolutely refusing to let you get any abortions if you got pregnant. Shit, him deliberately not using any --maybe even sabotaging YOUR-- forms of birth control, and like, maybe even extra horror if you're like not even in a relationship with him and you're pregnant from like either a one night stand with someone else or a dead boyfriend or ex or whatever and he won't even "let you" abort someone ELSE'S baby, he's just deadass "no let ME be the child's father, and, also like maybe your husband and we can be a happy nuclear family uwu" with unpoken intentions of having you carry HIS child next after he's gotten you to fall in love with him. But also I guess it'd also be like. Scary as fuck, and sexy but, imagine if he's "normal" and it's like, having a one night stand with you and you suddenly being pregnant is what triggers him into being yandere and he's just immediately "well obviously I should take responsibility and marry you" and like yeah, its how he was raised but also, he's, 100% for it, 2099% for it.)

People in the Spider Society just constantly having Awakenings because they'll be on a mission with him and it's like, fellas is it gay if your boss is in a Spider crouch crawling up a surface in front of you and you're behind/below him and you can't stop staring at his impeccably unfathomably deliciously round ass? Whispers in the food court back in Nueva York "yeah I was there at the Miguel incident last week, yeah the hacker attack, did you see how his suit malfunctioned and he was in just his dick protection for a few seconds, I swear he got SO red"

Miguel uncomfortably getting boners around you that are hidden under his suit and he has to pretend he doesn't have because, it's always something with this man, he's so crazy for you. oh god did you get a new costume, that spandex-like material looks so nice and tight, he likes what it does to your silhouette, and he doesn't even realize he's staring at you as he's suddenly lost in thought in a deep personal fantasy of tearing your spidey suit right off your body after a victory and taking you fast and deep while you're both high on adrenaline. Miguel gifting you your own costume he can hack into just so he can get you unclothed or at least expose your most sensitive areas to him when he needs to use them. One minute you're in his cave or whatever, slightly leaning over a table to look at a lit up display or papers or something, and the next, suddenly he's got your pants "disappearing" and he's behind you, bending you over

But we saw in the film there's communal training and gym areas in the Society so picture you just go to try and keep a routine and stay on your toes and you unintentionally walk in on like, him doing squat thrusts, or crunches, or he's just publicly working out, and there's like a small fanclub watching him exercise and fanning themselves because, wow is that body SPICY

[dufferpuffer]

Do you have any general HCs about Lupin? (Love your posts btw!)

I DO have Hcs about The Woof Woof boy-! I actually forgot I typed up a LONG Music HC about Remus in February. It's been sitting in my drafts. Oopsy. Thanks for reminding me to post it :9

First ones are links to other posts - but with unique ones written under the 'Read More'... just to keep things looking neat and tidy :)

He likes Muggle music. It has been his companion his entire life. (1700 words)

He has a toxic (ha) relationship with drugs like alcohol, nicotine and caffeine. He uses them like self-medication for his Lycanthropy… and is smug about how he doesn't get addicted… not realizing he is addicted to feeling in control. aka Having an eating disorder. (short)

He isn't great with money. -He grew up with parents who were VERY good with money - and could always budget a little for nice things… but they didn't want him to worry about how little money they had, so they never included him in those talks. - Then when he was a teenager he had rich friends buy him things freely.So: when he grew up, he was used to having nice things around… and had to learn how to budget the hard way. (500 words)

Despite knowing he would love Hagrid - he has a fear of him. (short)

He is an honorary Weasley. They keep a picture of him up on the family wall, always. (short)

I love his diagonal face scars from the movies. They are one of the very few scars that are not self inflicted. They can't be. Look at where they are: Crossing over his brow, nose, cheeks… He couldn't do that to himself when he has a wolf face. They must have been done to his human face. But every time he would face a werewolf - he would ALSO be a werewolf… SO: They were done before he was a werewolf. They are the scars Frenrir Greyback gave him as he bit him.

Pottermore (or whatever its called) said that Greyback broke into Remus' bedroom when he was 5 and bit him. Where is the bite…? While Greyback is more controlled and aware as a werewolf, being well practiced at it - I doubt he is 'delicate' with his approach. A 5 year old boy laying on his back is a difficult target to chomp. (Of course - he could have woken him up… but I feel like if Remus had that experience, of fighting for his life against a beast towering over his bed… I mean, fucking yeesh, right? I doubt he would be calm around any creature anymore.) I propose this: Remus was laying on his side, back away from the window - his shoulder exposed and a perfect target for a good chomp. Greybacks claws dragged up Remus' face as he held him down, leaving the diagonal scars. Then he skedaddled back out the window as Remus panicked and screamed in pain - taken by surprise, not even seeing the monster. Maybe Remus didn't even know what a werewolf looked like until his dad gave in and showed him pictures in a book… maybe he didn't want to know.

Likes tea. Usually has some teabags on his person somewhere - but his true indulgence is in making his ~own blends~ of loose-leaf herbs and spices. He just can't carry a bunch of herbs around with him. While he was teaching at Hogwarts, he had the space and the money to buy far too many herbs - and would get ANYONE entering his office to try a new blend. And could be pushy. "No thanks, Professor - I'm not thirsty..." "Thirsty?! You don't need to be thirsty for a cup of brew! Please?"

Sweet tooth. This can ruin his tea blends: they aren't always that nice - he doesn't understand why 'try it with three or four sugarcubes!' doesn't appeal. It's a good thing he can't carry much around much Sugar around with him, other than the packets he takes from Muggle cafe's. - His father would always budget to bring sweets home, as Remus didn't have much to be excited for in his young life. - When he was weary and exhausted after a Full Moon, his parents would dote on him and cheer him up with sweets. Lollies, chocolate, biscuits, cakes... things he made with his mother the day before, give him something to look forward to. - The Hogwarts train with his friends? They were rich - they'd buy the entire trolley. …He is not beyond crunching plain sugar when depressed.

He wants to come across as an 'intellectual', but... isn't. I don't mean he is dumb or something. A third of each month he feels like garbage. Fatigue, brain fog, pain etc. The other two thirds he is being active, working anything he can... the whole month he is homeless, anxious and depressed. He is chronically ill, and when he has the time and the 'spoons' to enjoy things - he is so worn down he just wants to feel happy. Simple narratives. Sugary drinks. Happy poppy music. He wants to come across as the sort of guy that reads philosophy in his spare time, working on 3 different research papers at once, sitting in his office with a sharp glass of whiskey - while being delightfully pleasant company. You know, like Dumbledore. ...But he can't live that life. So he just pretends to, a little. Dresses the part, acts the part - when a kid comes into his Office he is reading a big book... but only because he could hear their footsteps approaching the door, so he picked it up really quickly.

Related to ^ - he is jealous that Severus is literally that. Apart from 'delightfully pleasant company' - but I think if you approached the wild Snape calmly and asked about his Potions research, he would be more palatable.

He likes the back of his head/neck rubbed. Is it a werewolf thing? Is it a man thing? Who knows, who cares. The short hair on the back of his head, behind his ears and the top of his neck... its comforting having someones hand there, playing with it. Petting it. Whether he is stressed or just wants to relax. One of his favourite places is laying on someones lap while they gently play with his hair. It's nice.

[buddy-the-bud]

Air Marty headcanons, because fuck it, I wanna share em!!

(Also applies to my RealWorld AU ofc)

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(1/??)

Marty (he/em)

Martin Clark Jones

Voice claim: Will Wood or GrayStillPlays

40 years old (canon)

Chaotic Neutral

Origins: Marty was born in Chicago and has spent his childhood in the Midwest. He did move to Florida when he reached his early 20s to attend college. The same college he also dropped out of midway through-..Though he remained living in Florida since then, now working as an airport janitor.

Accent: Southern (possibly canon?)

Despite growing up in a christian family, he doesn't actually follow a religion.

Neurodivergent: ADHD, OCD

Maladaptive daydreamer

Pansexual

Demiguy (refers to himself as "half-a-man")

Chaotic anarchist

Enjoys wild west themed movies and corny 90s sitcoms

Mid-life crisis.

Is a 70s and 80s kinda guy

Doodles from time to time despite not being really good at it.

Mostly knits during his free time.

Cracks corny puns/jokes every now and then.

Has a small mole above his lip on the right side. Also one on his right forearm and left elbow.

Has heterochromia (left eye is blueish grey and right eye is hazel green)

Lost a tooth after drunk fighting at a bar.

Tall and lanky.

His room is full of handmade army planes. (Nearly lost his middle finger when making one-)

Clumsy, but has fast reflexes.

Flinches and tics if he sits/stands still for too long.

ALWAYS tries to remain as polite as possible, no matter how angry he is at the moment.

Y'know shits really going down when you catch em saying "Fuck" or "Shit".

Emotional - gets stressed easily.

Often overdramatizes things.

Whiskey enjoyer (preferably Jameson)

Used to smoke weed in his teen years.

Chocolate chip cookie enjoyer.

Rambler (overshares all the time)

Always comes up with the most ridiculous goofy scenarios/stories.

Favorite colors are neon green and pastel yellow.

Would rather hang around in his imaginary world.

Takes late night walks.

Hates cherry soda.

Usually a bad liar.

Owns a few Gameboys since he was a kid.

Hopeless romantic.

Randomly zones out.

Is actually very insecure.

Tends to eat very bizarre food combinations/snacks when hungry past midnight; mainly chomps on dark chocolate pieces with sardines on top or something as simple as a mix of mayo and ketchup slapped onto a rice cake with salt sprinkled on top.

Either smokes or eats sweets when stressed.

Snores loudly when sleeping. It is almost impossible to wake em up once he falls asleep.

[justanotherboringwriter]

Reawakened; Into the Abyss – Domestic prelude

From my CW final assignment. Every other character belongs to me. This story is 5 pages long in it’s entirety. I feel the need to specify that the 4 characters at the end are Sanrio OC’s and the first 3 are Elemental Alicorns.

🌫️💭🕸️📻🪦🍽️🌑🕳️❔👁️‍🗨️🕒

Thalassorion laid in a paradise–like island, watching the waves caress the beach. Verdanox and Luxvian suddenly ran over, looking up at their mentor. Thalassorion looked down, “What is it?” “Someone’s at the pizzeria. Appreciate they’re trying to open the pizzeria again.” Verdanox said, “We can’t let them get back in, right?” Luxvian added, standing behind Verdanox. Thalassorion sighed and stood up, walking off with the two running after him like they always did when he had to do something they considered interesting enough to witness for themselves.

Lottie helped Yukio, Taffy, and Winnie off the table in the storage room. Outside the room, near the door, sat Fredbear and Spring Bonnie or Tex, who were busy with a Lego set. “Lego’s really improved.” Fredbear noted, looking at the instructions and trying to find the correct set of pieces being pictured. “We’ve been hidden away for the past 37 years, I think about of things other than Lego have changed.” Tex replied. “My point still stands. These pieces are much more..complicated and intricate. They really improved these models and builds. It’s good but also a bad thing. I mean, this set looks like it’s defying gravity!” “Maybe because these are made for kids and kids din’t exactly know about weight distribution? But I think even kids would be able to realize that these parts aren’t properly supported.” Tex sighed as he waited for his friend to finish.

Nearby, standing outside their large music boxes in a corner, floated Jinx and Marionette. “It’s a bit difficult using pronouns other than the basic trio.” Jinx said. Marionette nodded, “What pronouns do you use?” “Oh, I use he/xi/spir/lumi/pup/jin/clow. What about you?” “He/it/ae/xe/ver/spool/string. I don’t know anybody other than you who uses neopronouns.” “Well, Yukio, Taffy, and Winnie use neopronouns.” Jinx replied as the two now sat in their boxes.

“Oh, really? What neopronouns?” Marionette asked. “From what I remember, Yukio uses he/it/fae/spra/fro/glace/antler/chill/fluff/snow/frost/burr. Taffy uses he/coco/rain/choco/puddle/drip/mochi/raindrop/candy/quack/syrup/melt. Winnie uses she/boo/bubbly/ghost/soapy/lather/phantom/whisp/squeak/froth/fizz/mist/scrub.” Jinx responded. “Do you have this memorized or something?” The other puppet asked.

Jinx disappeared into his box and after some comical sounds came out of the box, he reappeared. He held a Sanrio themed notebook and opened it, flipping through a few pages before showing Marionette a page. “Fredbear uses he/teddy/snugg/cuddly/fuzzy/stuffie/hug/pillow/bearie/fur/paw and Tex uses he/ver/spring/bun/tink, if that’s important to you.” “And Freddy and Bonnie?” “Cutest couple in the company–Anyways, Gabriel uses he/it/xe/fae/bea/sparkle/paw/fluff/bun/pup/hug/ze/ae/confetti/sticker/silly/fun/laugh and Jeremy uses he/ey/vey/byte/data/it/input/output/ram/static/type/java/python/01/exe/bass/chord. And can I also tell you Plushtrap and Carl’s pronouns?” “I know I can’t stop you so..”

“Thanks. Plushtrap uses he/trap/puff/chomp and Carl uses he/cake/sweet/sugar/cherry/flesh/rot/candle.” Jinx responded. “I’ve still got a lot more people to write down. I intend to go for Mangle and Endo next. Also, uh, what were your pronouns again?” He added as he clicked his Sanrio pen. “He/it/ae/xe/ver/spool/string. Also they/them but, like, plural. I just like being referred to as more than one, I dunno.” “Probably Lefty.” “Yeah, I’ll have to get that checked.” Marionette sighed as he pulled out his phone. “I’m scheduling an appointment.”

Plushtrap and Carl sat in a small room, drawing. Plushtrap lifted his drawing. “Look, this is you. You fucking suck, loser.” Carl looked up, showing his own drawing. “Yeah, I drew you too. You’re a dumbass. How accurate.” “The fuck does ‘accurate’ mean?” “Oh my god, you’re actually stupid.” Carl sighed.

Carl looked down and pointed at the sketchpad the other small animatronic had done. “What’s in there?” “Uh, nothing.” Carl raised a brow and suddenly snatched it, running off. Plushtrap yelled and sprinted after him, running past a room where Freddy and Bonnie were inside. Freddy was busy doing a Lego set on a nearby table, struggling to understand how to properly put together a particularly intricate Lego building. “Is is that hard?” Bonnie asked. “Yes. Very.” Freddy sighed in defeat as his close friend walked over “Maybe because you’re not on the right page?” The purple bunny robot muttered as he flipped pages back to the proper page. “Oh!” Freddy said, looking closely at the instructions. “Okay, yeah. Your eyesight got better as an animatronic and mine’s got worse–That’s actually probably karma for me making fun of you being blind, huh? Guess I better start praying to some God above for forgiveness. You think God will forgive it makr me more blind?” “Your eyesight can’t get any worse and the same goes for your memory. You always lose things.” “Like what?” “Your hat.” “It just–” “It is LITERALLY on your head.” “Okay, yeah, well..” Freddy sighed and looked back down to the Lego set.

“Shut up, I’m helping you build your Lego city since Fritz is too busy buying more sets and you know he only helps with it involves vehicles.” Freddy said as he finished making one of the supermarket’s walls. “My god, that’s complicated.” He muttered. “Why are you putting the wall on? Wait until you’ve done the inside then put the walls on, that’s common sense. You’re just making it more difficult.” Bonnie sighed.

“You know I’m not smart.” Freddy responded. “Don’t be surprised when I’m dumb or overcomplicate things. That’s, like, my special talent.” “You’re special talent is entertainment, being an idiot is your second.” The animatronic bunny corrected. “Yeah. Was almost my first, unfortunately.”

Out of the room and a few hallways down, Yukio, Taffy, and Winnie were in another room, looking around the dim space. They looked at a screen and walked up to it winnie floated off and looked at a model that was standing, resembling The Singularity from Dead By Daylight; an organic yet inorganic being. She floated around it, her hands in front of her chest but covered by the white sleeves of her oversized dress. She inspected it curiously while Yukio and Taffy stood at the computer. Taffy inspected the screen curiously while Yukio tapped buttons and accidentally turned it on. As the computer turned on, Taffy found a book and dusted it off before opening it. A paper fell out and he grabbed it before coming out from behind the computer.

He walked to Yukio’s side, reading the paper. “What’s that?” Yukio asked curiously, standing on his tippy–toes to try and see what was in the book or on the paper. “‘Questions to ask Vega’ but the e is a 3 and the a is a 4. That’s weird.” Taffy replied.

The computer finished setting up showing a digital version of the model that Winnie was still busy inspecting in the back corner of the room. Winnie looked over. Taffy looked at the paper, “I guess this is Vega. We’re supposed to ask him these questions.” Taffy handed the paper to Yukio who anxiously took it.

“Um, what’s your name?”

“My n4m3 15 V3g4.”

“Okay, what’s your..gender and pronouns?” Yukio said.

“M4ch1n3g3nd3r, v01dg3nd3r, c1rcu1tg3nd3r, 5t4rc0r3g3nd3r, 43th3rg3nd3r, 4nd h3/1t/x3/v3/43/3y.”

“Okay..” Yukio drew out the word. “Uh, any other labels?”

“Cyb0rg, 5ynth, t3chn01d, m3ch4n01d, fl35hb0t, 41–b31ng, 3nt1ty, 4nd 4ut15t1c, 4DHD, 53n50ry pr0c3551ng d150rd3r, 5ch1z04ff3ct1v3, 4nd hyp3rthym3514 th4t c4n b3 tr1gg3r3d by 5yn35th3514.”

“I don’t know what any of that means.” Yukio frowned up at the screen.

“[OBSTACLE DETECTED], [SEARCHING FOR SOURCE OF OBSTACLE..]”

Yukio stared up at the computer silently as Taffy stood beside him. Winnie floated over to the two boys, also watching the screen as it loaded. A multitude of screens appearing before it picked a clip of Yukio standing before it and saying he didn’t understand what was shown before him and analyzing the clip.

“[OBSTACLE FOUND], [OBSTACLE; FAWN BOY DOES NOT UNDERSTAND WHAY IS BEING TOLD]. [SEARCHING FOR SOLUTION..]”

“[SOLUTION FOUND; TRANSLATION FROM LEETSPEAK TO BASIC ENGLISH], [LOADING; LEETSPEAK TO BASIC ENGLISH TRANSLATION..]”

“My name is Vega. Machinegender, voidgender, circuitgender, starcoregender, aethergender, he/it/xe/ve/ae/ey. Cyborg, synth, technoid, mechanoid, fleshbot, AI–being, entity, and autistic, ADHD, sensory processing disorder, schizoaffective, and hyperthymesia that can be triggered by synesthesia.”

Yukio looked down, “I can’t write this down, I don’t know how to spell like that.” He said sadly before looking to Taffy and Winnie for comfortm

“[OBSTACLE DETECTED; FAWN BOY CANNOT WRITE PROPERLY DUE TO LACK OF HIGHER EDUCATION]. [SOLUTION; PRINT RESPONSES].”

Suddenly, the machine started making churning noises and soon, a paper came out with the questions and Vega’s answers below. Winnie floated over to Yukio, looking, at the original paper that was aged and ripped at the edges from its age. She took the paper and flipped it over. “Oh, there’s another question.” She said, making Yukio and Taffy look over curiously. “‘Design a Whimsy Wonderland animatronic’. What’s ‘Whimsy Wonderland’?” She asked, tilting her head. The computer immediately took the orders.

“Name; Niji Sparkle.

Gender and pronouns; cynosgender, glittergender, sodagender, sparklegender, fizzyfluid, Backroomic, neonradientgender, neongenderflux, shinjugender, sodaglowgender, and he/spark/fizz/neon/kiro/bubble.

Alterhuman labels; bubblekin, sodaheart, glitchkin, and keroid.

Neurodivergent labels; cerebriot, dreamshifted, sparkletouched, echoedmind, popkinesis.”

The computer progressively made an image of a Pitbull puppy before throwing the model out. The model, Niji Sparkle, stood up. He waved happily at the shocked trio. “Hi, I’m Niji Sparkle! I’m a Pitbull.” Niji said. A hand suddenly came out of the machine, took the response paper it’d made, and put the model of Niji Sparkle and his information on the back before putting it back in Yukio’s hands then disappearing inside the machine again.

“What do we do with him?” Taffy asked. Yukio shrugged, “Um, bring him to Lottie?” Yukio replied. The boys walked off to go to Lottie as Winnie grabbed Niji and carried him out of the room, following the two.

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Um, yeah, that’s the end of the story. Total word count (story); 1,704.

[talesfromsiteredacted]

SCP: Special Craft Projects

A list of weird requests I've had for various things on site. Some from staff, some from our residents. And one from a kitten, via his human spokesperson.

035 once asked me to do some calligraphy for him. He wanted a quote in copperplate, bright red ink. The quote? "Have you considered the possibility that it is, in fact, your fault?" To be sent to 079. Request denied on order of O5.

682 once asked me for a hat. Granted, he looked really cute with his yellow bobble hat last winter. Next winter... he gets a matching hat and scarf.

Dr. Gears asked me to do some diagrams for him... for an Indian motorcycle engine. Not my best, but they still hang in the lobby to his office.

Dr. Clef keeps asking me for a lei. Not sure if he's teasing me.

053 has a standing order for cookies once a week, for her tea parties with 682 and 999. Did not know jellybean cookies were a thing, but they are now!

Agent Strelnikof asked me to make some toys for Niko. Wound up making a few, ranging from little hacky sack things filled with cellophane to a catnip banana. The cheese pillow was a hit though, it was a block of swiss with hidden little treat pockets where the holes were. Niko sleeps on it.

Abel asked me for a crochet sheep. With a sword. Wound up creating a weirdly cute Link/sheep mix plushie.

Origami shoes. Just... how? Why? And how much of the wacky lettuce led to this one?

Hand Drawn Cassie once asked me to draw her ice skating. That was fun.

Cain asked me to crochet him a cactus. A six foot tall cactus, with flowers. Still debating on that one.

A Mario chain chomp, with chain.

Another 035 calligraphy request: "Already disturbed, just go away already!" This one I gave into. It's on the outside of his door on days he can't be bothered.

049 requested a couple of signs himself. First, a dual sided plaque with the classic Doctor is in/out, and then... Autopsy in progress, please do not disturb.

Several people have asked me to crochet scarves, hats, toys... but only Leonard "Lenny the Letch" O'Hare would ask me to make him a hooker. Denied. In fact... Clef and I laughed him right out of the boss' office on that one.

A sailboat. Full sized. How?

Two goldfish, real size. Granted, used embroidery floss.

Got asked to draw a few NSFW things of certain anomalies. Denied. First... 076-2 and 073 are my brothers. Iris is my sister. Not biologically, but that is a line I do not cross. Second... not my style. Third... Abel doesn't like you, Karin. At all.

Dr. Iceberg asked me to bake him a pecan pie once. Not all that weird, but Iceberg doesn't really ask for a lot, or often. He said it was almost as good as his mom's. I call that high praise indeed.

Since Clef found out I can cook, I get weekly requests for cheesecake. I'm running out of recipes! Another unexpected hit: lemon cake.

343 asked me to make him a door sign. Nothing fancy, just "Please wipe your feet". Granted.

Geoff, one of our elevator guys, asked me to crochet him a mini Chris Redfield. Gave him a matched set of Redfields, after all can't break up siblings, right?

A Tetris themed afghan, for Agent Markovich. Iris wanted a surprise for his birthday. That was a fun challenge.

Used to muck about making my own dice for RPGs. I had to stop due to getting headaches. That... and the last dice I made, an eyebleeding neon tie dye nightmare set for Dr. Bright. Never. Again.

Dr. Glass asked me for some ink blots, like the psych test ones. He also asked me to do some garden landscapes for him. Both are framed, landscapes in the lobby. The ink blots are at his apartment.

Clown shoes. Nope, I do not think so.

Golf clubs. Not kidding. Had to say no on that one.

A life size version of 999. I'm thinking about it. Maybe as Evie's Yule gift this year.

Origami grenades. How are those even supposed to work, Clef?

A cape. Hey, anything you need, Cactus Man.

A ball gag. Yes, for Dr. Bright. Denied. Just order from Adam & Eve, Dr. Rights! Or... 100 mph tape.

Shotgun cozies. Didn't even know such things existed.

Wizard's hat, blue velvet, with hidden pockets. Eobard, my man... those things never stay on, plus I am not a hatmaker! What's wrong with a hood?

106 asked me for a skeleton once. It's almost done, just gotta assemble Mr. Squishybones. Once I figure out how.

A mini version of 682. Yes, it was for 053, Evie. She sleeps with it.

A voodoo doll of Dr. Gears. Not for pins, though... 166 wanted to hug it, so maybe he'd cheer up a little. Clef thought it was cute, granted. No signs it's working yet though.

Voodoo doll of Dr. Clef. I did make one, but since it was intended for bad purposes... that went to 166 too. Clef has been less edgy since, so maybe it works?

Mikell Bright once asked me to make a few pieces of jewelry for him. Nothing fancy, just a chainmaille bracelet for Claire and a necklace for one of his lady companions. Took me a few weeks, but in the end it was good enough. The damn bracelet was worse, that was supposed to be almost like a bracer. I no longer do chainmaille.

035 asked for a bubblegum pink crochet bikini. Managed to talk him out of it. Dr. Gears thanked me for that. Weird Thursday, but that's the Foundation for you.

A cup of coffee. With googly eyes. Dr. Glass has him on his bookcase in his office, calls him Dr. Java. Cute, but also good for getting younger patients to open up.

And finally... yet another rejected Karin Moritana request: photorealistic nude blanket of Abel. Nope. Nope. Nope. That is a giant nope, and yes... I did make her go see Dr. Glass about her obsession with my brother. Clearly, homegirl needs help.

[the-fluff-piece]

Date at the cat cafe

This is a story for the @onepiece-reader-exchange event

For @bulle-blackhole

Prompt:

Wish list: -Character(s) and Reader at a date at a cat café ! kitty kitty. additional point if Reader gets Character(s) to wear cat ears hairband

"So it's like a tea house!" Ki'nemon says, rubbing his chin.

"Yes" you answer, "but instead of tea there is coffee and cake, instead of Tatami mats there are cozy couches."

"And instead of performers there are cats for enterntainment?" he concludes.

The samurai couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of a cat cafe.

"Well, the cats are not performing, they are just there. And cute kitties!" You can barely conceal the excitement I your voice - and Ki'nemon can't help but smile seeing you so happy.

"Very well, we will frequent the cat cafe for our date" he announces.

The cafe is on the edge of town and is entirely cottage-themed - soft couches, vintage tables and big garden full of fragrant roses. Ki'nemon and you order some warm chocolate cake and tea and sit down on a double seated couch. You can already see other customers playing and cuddling with all kinds of cats and there are a lot of walkways and beds all over the cafe where the feline hosts can relax and watch the customers from a safe distance.

You were told to wait for the cats to come to you - so you sit cuddled against Ki'nemon's side and wait for the first fluff ball to grace you with their attention.

"Oh my god, look at this cutie!" you say pointing at a lucky cat that's relaxing belly up on a nearby cushion. "Or this one, it looks like a sheep" you have to giggle as a white, fluffy cat walks by.

Soon, you are surrounded by kitties purring and rubbing against you and it would be perfect - if poor Ki'n wasn't so lonely. You were not sure if it was his height or his sometimes booming voice, but the cats were avoiding him. He sat on the couch with a pout, nibbling at his cake.

"Kin, have you tried the treats?" you ask, he nods and stores a handful of cat treats in his yukata. "How about the feather toy?" - another sad nod.

"I even tried saying 'pss, pss' I am all out of ideas y/n." The samurai lays his head into his hands. "You just have fun without me. This isn't going to work unless I become a cat" he says - and seems to realise something. He jumps up announcing "eureka, this is it!" And puts a napkin onto his head and folds his hands to perform his power. "Poof!" he shouts and a pink cloud surrounds him.

It slowly dissolves and reveals a pair of cat ears on his head and a suit that looks like cat fur.

"My disguise is complete. I am now indistinguishable from a real cat" he announces proudly and crouches down. He is still taller than you standing upright, but he is moving far more cautiously.

"Meow fellow kittens", he whispers. "Accept me as your own!"

The cats are dumbfounded. Only a giant maine coon seems to fall for the ruse and approaches, sniffing. The little snout has taken up a scent and seems to pull the whole cat towards the source. The big fluffy head has found it's goal and buries itself in his yukata as he is trying no to laugh. The snout finds the hidden treats and soon, a happily purring and chomping cat sits on kinemon's lap. His big hands pet the cats thick, brown fur and a content smile has spread across the samurai's face.

"Look Y/n, it worked!" He says with a giant smile on his face.

You sit down beside him stroke the cat's fluffy, soft fur as it's relaxing and stretching.

You notice a that Kinemon's becomes somewhat strained.

"What is it?" You ask.

"I fear..." he starts, hesitant, "I fear it will never let me stand up again for more cake!" His dead serious face makes you laugh as you watch the cat slowly fall asleep on his lap, trapping him.

"Just tell me what cake you want" you tell him and see his face light up once again.

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I AM SO SORRY THAT IT'S LATE

I am currently on vacation and totally forgot to post it, I am really sorry!