#coming back to this place just to yap about the new cards

[cookiesandbiscuits]

So um... I saw the new TWST birthday card batch for this year and

I swear I saw someone here in Tumblr make a sleepwear fanmade cards for the characters.

They predicted the future, didn't they?

Anyway, that is all.

[madridfangirl]

Jude in a Suit

(Jude Bellingham blurb)

1.7k words. SMUT.

Summary: What Jude in a suit did to you. Then what you did to him. And then what he did to you.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. 

Jude was at the Bernabeu, on a sponsor shoot for the club. While you were at his place, enjoying a siesta after a hectic week at work. Sprawled on the couch, Sangria in hand, your comfort show playing on Netflix. Waiting for him to return. The plan was to have an early dinner & crash - his week had been super tiring too. 

You were scrolling through your phone, when THOSE pics dropped.

HIM in a SUIT. Tight fitted back suit.

It disrupted your brain chemistry. And set your body on fire. It didn’t help that you were ovulating.

You had seen him in tight fitted suits before. But this time it hit different. He looked sharper, sexier, bulkier, stronger, more mature. This was a man, not the boy who had arrived from Dortmund last summer. One year at Madrid had turned him into a beast - a physical specimen, a mentality monster, a true-blue footballing legend in the making. 

This was a man who knew he was on top of the world. You couldn’t wait for him to get on top of you. 

‘Come home ASAP. Keep the suit on.’

Jude was intrigued when he saw the message, but the chaos around didn’t let him dwell on it too much. He just wanted to go home, to you.

He had barely gotten out of the car, when you practically ran out of the door and jumped on him. His chauffeur drove away swiftly, while Jude laughed & grabbed you with one arm, holding his bag in the other hand. Your arms and legs wrapped around him in a koala hug.

He effortlessly carried you inside, while you nipped and kissed every inch of skin on his face and neck you could get to. Exhaustion was long forgotten, as he tried to connect the dots of what was getting you so riled up.

But you were desperate. Feverish with need. Ready to combust any second.

‘Bedroom.’

It was an effort to peel your lips away from his skin long enough to utter this. But then you saw his charming toothy grin, which turned you on even more.

‘I’m sweaty & dirty.’

‘Good. Now move.’

You bit his lips. Hard. Not the gentle tugging he was accustomed to. But actual harsh digging of teeth into plump skin. Showing him you meant business. That time was not to be wasted.

He understood, swatted your ass in acknowledgement, and carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Once inside, you took charge. Again something he wasn’t used to.

Pushing him to the middle of the room, you started undressing him. Ripping off his perfectly tailored coat, battling with the buttons of his skin-tight shirt, tugging at his tie harshly. But when he tried to do the same, you batted his hands away.

He cocked his head sideways, looking at you curiously, while you jostled with his belt buckle.

‘What’s gotten into you?

‘What’s important is what NEEDS TO GET INTO ME. YOU. But you aren’t moving FAST ENOUGH. Now sit.’

Amused, he sat down on the edge of the bed, still sizing you up. While you got rid of his trousers, shoes and socks. Leaving him in his black briefs. The bulge starting to show.

Jude had understood it was gonna be a different kind of a night. It was unchartered territory for both to see you so bold & forthright. He licked his freshly bitten lips at what was to come. But, he was also an eternal opportunist and knew when to pounce.

‘What do I get if I do as you say?’

‘Ummm SEX???’

‘Yeah - but your way.’

‘Fine. What do you want?’

‘You know what I want.’

‘NOT THAT.’

He wanted you to swallow, something you had been holding out on.

‘How about the other thing, then?

He wanted a sex tape, had been yapping about it for a while. 

‘Maybe. If you be a good boy now & play your cards right.’

His dick shot up at the words, struggling against his briefs, a movement both sets of eyes followed. No further verbal affirmation was needed.

‘Lie down.’

Obeying in bed was new for him. Especially with you. It had always been him tossing & bossing you around. Manhandling & manoeuvring you to his liking. But he decided to comply, for the sake of his prize. And for a new experience, which was starting to become thrilling.

You looked around for something to restrain him with, settling on his discarded tie. As you tried to tie both his hands together to the headboard, he chimed in with a helpful suggestion.

‘Belt will give a tighter grip.’

‘It will hurt.’

‘It won’t.’

But you didn’t want to take a chance, going with the tie instead. You tugged at the knot, satisfied. Then looked down at his almost naked, tied-down form. 

Jude had always been sexy, the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on. But lying down like this, all obedient and pliant and inviting, ready to do your bidding, with a tentative smile & semi-anxious eyes, made you want to eat him whole. 

Stripping down to your undergarments, you sat on his waist, legs on either side of him, as your hands ran over his bare torso, admiring the rock-hard muscles. To him, you looked like a lioness on the prowl, sizing up her prey, before devouring it. He couldn’t wait to be devoured, itching for it now.

You pinched his perky nipples, hard, then bent down to suck on them ferociously. He hissed, as you repeated the action over & over, gazing into his eyes. Making him wonder if that’s how you felt the zillion times he had assaulted your tits like that. It was pleasurable, but it also made him super sensitive, almost sore, as he squirmed under your wet mouth.

With one final tug & flick, you let him go, moving to bite his flexing biceps. Leaving teeth marks all over. But tomorrow was an off day for him, and you. Enough time to recover. His team-mates won’t see the marks in the shower or in the sleeveless jerseys he was so fond of.

You slid down, tasting his abs now, licking the sweaty tight skin, tracing the dips and curves with your tongue. He was all hard muscle there, no fat. Your fingers played with his belly button, another trademark Jude move on you, and his back arched, feeling ticklish and needy now. 

Cupping him over his briefs, you stretched up to somehow find his lips in a sloppy kiss, while your hand slipped inside, finding him more than ready, his resulting grunt drowning in your mouth. 

‘Get on with it. Stop teasing now.’

Jude didn’t even need to look at you to know what you were doing. He had the habit of making you come on his fingers or mouth first, to open you up, before fucking you proper with his dick. You were returning the favour, stroking him vigorously, making him whine.

‘Please, not like this. Inside, please.’

You bit your lips seductively, batting your lashes at him, hand unwavering.

Removing the briefs, you took the leaking tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your hand continuing to stroke the base. He arched his back and nearly leaped off the bed.

Your mouth moved to his meaty tree-trunk like thighs, grabbing hold of a mouthful of tight skin, biting down with abandon. Marking your territory. Revelling in the purple patches that were starting to form on his taut skin.

He twisted & turned on the bed, as you went back to lick the length of his member.

‘Please, baby. I love you. So much. Inside, my love.’

The bastard. He knew you would yield with this. And you did.

But also coz you really wanted to. Waiting to get him hard a second time was not an option, you could feel your own need soaking up your panties.

Ridding yourself of the remaining clothing, you started to slide down on him, hands planted behind on his thighs for balance. Jude moaned filthily, thankful for the familiar wet heat, squeezing him deliciously.

You rode him like your life depended on it, following your pleasure, learning from his moans too. Nails digging into his thighs and abs as you shifted balance, grinding on him, taking him deep, trying to find that spot which he usually found in only a few strokes.

‘Let me.’

You shook your head, this was going to be your thing. But no matter how much you tried and how good he felt inside, you knew he could do it better. Take you higher & deeper. Make you scream your lungs out.

‘C’monn doll, let me give you what you need, yeah?’

He knew your body, what made you tick, better than your own self. How, you had no clue. 

The moment you nodded, he pulled his hands away from the so-called hold, sitting up in bed, pinning both your hands behind you with one of his palms, while the other grabbed your ass.

You stared dumbfounded. Of course the grip was too meek for him. Of course he was just playing along for your sake. 

But you couldn’t dwell much on that since his mouth had found your chest, taking out all pent up need on your tits. The familiar sting unlocking mind-numbing sensations in you, like he knew it would.

His hips, thighs and one hand worked together to bounce you like a rag doll on him, and just like that, in a few seconds, he made you cry out by hitting your sweet spot. He hit it repeatedly, and your head spun, your body shuddered, your eyes watered, and your lips gasped his name. Your marauded fucked-out state and your clenching walls drawing him closer too.

You nearly came together, him a few seconds after you, but as always, he kept stroking sloppily, till every drop was safely inside, while you shuddered and shattered in his arms, on his cock.

You threw your head back and he slowly pulled out, laying you on your back, hovering over your spent form.

’10 minutes. Then my turn. And I’ll show you how a belt doesn’t hurt.’

He whispered in your ear, then slid away to find his DSLR, an extra skip in his step.

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This man has ruined my life! I am not ok!

[capquinn]

here i am yet again hope you’re not over me yapping in your inbox all the time

i think about quinn revealing the big news that he’s gonna be a dad to jack & luke, maybe he’d get them mugs or tshirts that say ‘uncle’ and it takes them a hot minute to put the pieces together 😭

oh my god it would be absolute chaos, but in the most brotherly way possible.

Picture this: they’re in town for a couple of nights because it’s tradition at this point — late-night card games, takeout from Quinn’s favourite spot, and banter so constant you can’t even keep up. But this time, you and Quinn have a little extra something planned, and of course, he thinks he’s a genius about it.

So, the night before, Quinn had pulled out two brand-new mugs from the cupboard, bold lettering on each one: World’s Greatest Uncle.

“They’ll get it immediately,” he’d assured you, his confidence solid. “It’s so obvious.”

Except, now, it’s breakfast, and things aren’t exactly going to plan.

Quinn places the mugs in front of them casually, setting Jack’s next to his plate of eggs and Luke’s beside his toast.

“Sorry,” he says, far too nonchalantly, “we’re out of clean mugs. You’ll have to use these.”

Jack picks his up, squinting at it.

“World’s greatest uncle?” he reads aloud, glancing at Luke. “Why do you even have these? Did one of your friends have a kid or something?”

Luke furrows his brow at his own mug, swallowing a bite of toast.

“Why are there two of them?” he asks. “You don’t even know that many people with kids.”

Jack laughs, shaking his head. “This is so random, dude,” he says, taking a sip from it like nothing is amiss.

Across the kitchen, Quinn sips his coffee, his expression unreadable except for the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. You bite back a laugh as Jack and Luke spiral into a completely unrelated tangent about Quinn’s supposed lack of kitchenware, but your gaze meets Quinn’s over your mug, and you know he’s thinking the same thing: how are they this dense?

It’s not until you and Quinn have retreated to the couch that the lightbulb finally flickers to life. From the kitchen, you hear the low murmur of Jack’s voice, a scrape of chairs, and then:

“Quinn?”

Quinn turns slightly on the couch, his arm resting along the back as he glances at them over his shoulder. Jack and Luke are standing there, mugs in hand, expressions somewhere between confused and dawning realisation. Jack holds his mug up like it’s a crucial piece of evidence in a high-stakes case, his brow furrowed deeply.

“Are you guys having a baby?” he says, his voice a little louder, eyes wide.

Quinn’s lips twitch, the faintest ghost of a smile forming as he leans back against the couch.

“Yep,” he says, his tone calm and easy, like he wasn’t just waiting for this exact moment.

Jack’s reaction is instant. The second the realisation hits, he’s shoving the mug into Luke’s hand, muttering a distracted, “hold this,” before practically vaulting over the back of the couch. He crashes into Quinn with a hug so forceful it nearly sends them both sprawling, his arms locking around Quinn like he’s trying to squeeze the news out of him all over again.

You can’t help but laugh, reaching out instinctively to steady them, your hand bracing Quinn’s shoulder as he struggles to keep his balance. Jack is grinning ear to ear, smacking Quinn on the back hard enough to make him wince.

“Holy shit, bro!” Jack exclaims, his voice booming with excitement. “This is huge! Congrats!”

Quinn huffs out a laugh, his arms coming up to return the hug, even though Jack is practically squeezing the air out of him.

“Thanks, Jack,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and affection.

Luke, meanwhile, is still standing there with both mugs now, his brow furrowed in confusion as he processes what just happened. He glances between the mug, you, and his brothers like he’s replaying the moment in his head, trying to make sense of it.

Finally, he looks at you, his eyes wide.

“Wait, you’re serious?” he asks, his tone softer, tinged with awe. “You’re really having a baby?”

You nod, your grin widening as Luke’s expression shifts, the dawning realisation giving way to pure joy. He sets the mugs down carefully — because apparently, someone has to — and moves around the couch to wrap you in a hug.

“This is insane,” he says, his voice warm and full of excitement. “You’re gonna be parents. Holy shit. Quinn’s gonna be a dad.”

Jack pulls back, his grin turning mischievous as he claps Quinn’s shoulder.

“Better you than me, bro,” he says with a laugh.

Quinn rolls his eyes, but his smile doesn’t falter.

“Yeah, thanks, Jack,” he says, the dryness in his tone failing to mask the warmth underneath.

[lipglossanon]

Stay Right Through

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Dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, hybrid au, dogman Leon, master/pet dynamics, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), mounting, breeding, knotting, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread 👌

Title from Wandering by Good Charlotte 💜

Part 2: I Only Touched Her Hips But She Saw It

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Excitement makes your leg bounce as you wait for the lady to come back from setting up. 

You did get to the hybrid adoption center a little early, but you’re just really happy to be here! 

Hybrids were all the craze ages ago, but since the newness has died off (aka puppy syndrome has waned) there were more and more of these places opening up. Your parents never saw the point in getting a hybrid for the family, very old fashioned not to mention pretty anti pet in general. 

So now, you have your own place and a steady job that isn’t eating up all your time anymore making it the perfect time to get a feel for what kind of hybrid you want. You’re definitely open to any of them, but it seems like the dog hybrids have a higher turnover rate which is why you’re at this specific adoption center. 

The lady finally comes around to the front desk and smiles at you. 

“Sorry for the wait, now how may I help you?”

You glance at her name tag, “Hi Patricia, and I’m looking into adopting. I was hoping to kinda get the ball rolling today.”

She laughs, “Not a problem. If you could fill out this form, I can put this in the system while you take a look around and see if there’s anyone you like.”

“Thank you,” you smile, taking the forms and returning to your seat. 

It takes a lot longer than anticipated, but soon enough you have all your i’s dotted and t’s crossed. Turning in the clipboard, Patricia stands up and leads you over to a locked door. She runs her card across the electronic sensor and opens it for you. 

She gives you a little nudge inside, “There are caretakers throughout if you have questions or concerns. Cameras are all over the facility but you look like a nice enough person so I’m sure we won’t have any issues.”

She laughs a little and waves as she closes the door behind her, leaving you to sort of walk around and look. 

The place is a lot different than the mental picture you had; it’s set up like an open floor plan, but with individual mini rooms separated by cubicle partitions. It seems like in the center is just a large lounge type area with couches and an entertainment center. Past all of that you can make out granite counters suggesting a kitchen. 

With that, you can see all kinds of hybrids hanging around in the living area or just milling about talking with one another. 

“Hi! Need help?”

You look over at the perky blonde woman with the name tag Sherry.

“Uh kinda, I just don’t want to step on any toes, y’know?” you smile feeling a little shy. 

“Not a problem,” she laughs, gesturing for you to walk with her, “I’ll just give you a quick tour and let you meet some of the pups.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but I was really hoping to look at older—“

“Oh gosh, that’s great,” she gushes, “sorry to cut you off, but we have more than we like to see with older dog men.”

“Oh,” you laugh at her bubbly attitude, “well that’s great,” you wince, “not that it’s great.”

She pats your arm in solidarity, “I totally understand. But I’ll take you right over to where they like to hangout. They tend to stay away from the center of the lounge, too many yapping pups.”

Her voice must mimic one of the older hybrids with that last comment and you laugh along with her. 

She guides you closer to the kitchen area but off to the side that sort of resembles a ‘man cave’ for lack of a better term. It’s more dimly lit with similar lounge furnishings. 

“Hi everyone!” Sherry lights up the space with her presence, some of the hybrids calling back to her as you two walk closer. 

“We have a new prospective friend here,” she introduces you to a trio of dog men standing up from the couch. 

“Nice to meet you all!” you wave, excitement probably making you smile like a maniac but you’re just so happy to finally have this chance. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Chris,” a tall, dark haired dogman nods, his Rottweiler ears flopping a little as he tilts his head to look over at the other two. 

“H-hi, I’m Ethan,” the mild mannered blonde rubs the back of his neck nervously, his twitching ears reminding you of a Chow Chow making you smile wider. 

“Leon,” the last dogman gives you a lazy two finger salute, sandy blonde hair nearly hiding his soft Labrador ears.  

“Would you like to hang out here while I run off to grab some pamphlets?” Sherry asks you with a twinkle in her eye, giving you an option to hang out with these three alone.

“Sure,” you nod, watching as she spins on her heel and walks in the direction of the office. 

You turn back to the three dog men who quickly invite you to sit and hang out. Chris is quick to talk, adept at conversation making you laugh at some anecdote or other. Ethan’s a little more subdued, reminding you of yourself, chiming in every now and then. He seems to help reign Chris in when he gets a little too enthusiastic. 

Leon, although he talks less than Chris, constantly draws your attention. You don’t know if it’s cheesy puns or his overly cynical jabs (which Chris takes offense to and then Ethan’s breaking up their growling and snapping), but you have a good feeling about him. So by the time Sherry makes her way back with some actually helpful pamphlets, your mind is all made up. 

“It was so nice meeting you all,” you wave cheerfully, following Sherry back to the front.

“Well, any lucky candidates?” Sherry asks with poorly hidden enthusiasm. 

“Yep,” you smile at her, happy with your choice, “I’d love to take in Leon, if he’s fine with it of course.”

“I’m sure he will be!” she enthuses, clapping her hands, “he’s been here the longest so I’m so happy to see someone finally pick him!”

“Really?” you look back through the door right before it shuts, “I’m surprised.”

“Eh,” she waves you off, leading you over to a different section, “he’s just grumpy,” she pauses and looks around before whispering, “people come in, pick him out, then being him back after the trial week. Always the same, he’s too sarcastic, too grumpy, they just want a younger dog.” 

Your heart cracks after hearing that, determination blazing through the sadness, “Well that’s not happening this time.”

Sherry looks at you, eyes contemplative before grinning, “I think you two will be a good fit!”

She has you hang out in her office as she prints some documents to put in a Manila folder for you to take home. 

“You’re all set,” she leads you out the back to the parking lot, “your background check should clear in about three days and we’ll call to set up a time to have Leon do a trial stay at your place.” 

You hesitate but push through to ask, “Is it okay if I come by tomorrow? I’d like to make sure Leon is fine with it, too.”

Sherry looks a little teary eyed as she quickly nods, “Of course, please do. I think he’s gonna be perfectly happy with ya though.”

You bid your goodbyes and you get in your car to head home. It’s not that far of a drive, luckily, and since it’s on the other part of town there’s no crazy traffic. You’re home lounging on the couch in no time, texting your friend Heather all the details. Once you send her the link to Leon’s profile, she does not shut up about him.  

Rolling your eyes, you close your phone and start reading through the folder. It’s all pretty basic info on how to care for a hybrid; they’re pretty much like a person, just a little less adept at some things. They can hold a job if they wish but more seem to choose the pet lifestyle. 

Gazing down at Leon’s profile photo, you  just really wanna take care of him. Show him that not all owners are complete douchebags. 

The next day passes quickly and by the time works over, you’re tired but buzzing—excited to get to the adoption place and meet up with Leon again. 

Sherry greets you again, just as enthusiastic as before. She leads you over to one of the cubicle partitioned rooms and raps her knuckles on the side. 

“Leon, she’s here,” her voice sing songs. 

“Have fun,” she pats your arm and turns back the way you both came. 

Leon’s nice enough to you, but you can tell he’s acting very closed off—keeping all of the conversation pretty baseline and shallow. No matter how grumpy and gruff he’s acting, you’re literally showering him with enthusiasm. You show him pictures of your house (including the room that’s all his, if he wants it or you can work something else out). 

You ask him tons of questions, but he only answers a few. A few times you say something that makes him smother a smile or a laugh making your heart flutter in your chest. Right before it’s time to go, you’re shifting on your feet at the opening of his room. 

“I know I’ve asked a million times, but are you good with living with me? I promise I really won’t push it if not,” you smile shyly, “I’d be super bummed though.”

His blue eyes watch you, unreadable for a moment before he smirks, “Hey beats being here,” he raises his voice a little, “plus I won’t have to deal with deadbeat rotties.”

The partition wall next to you rattles and you see Chris looming over it to glare at Leon. 

“I’ll be glad to see you go, tomorrow can’t get here soon enough.”

“Tomorrow?” you ask quizzically. 

Leon looks a little sheepish but shrugs easily, “Pretty sure they pushed it through this afternoon.”

“Oh,” you beam, feeling giddy all over, “that’s great! I’ll be here as soon as works over! Oh! And then we have the whole weekend to get you settled in, this is going to be so much fun!”

Chris and Leon both look amused as you finish rambling, now feeling bashful for coming on too strong.  

You fidget before clearing your throat, “C-can I pet your ears?”

Chris’ eyebrows raise and he grins at Leon, “Can’t believe you, Kennedy; she hasn’t got to pet you yet?” he tilts his head toward you, while looking at Leon, “you can pet me, ma’am.”

Leon steps between you two and snarls at him making Chris laugh and drop back down behind his wall. He walks closer to you, lowering his head due to his height. 

You smile sweetly making him blush as you softly run your hands through his hair before coming up to rub his soft sandy colored ears. He shivers and headbuts your shoulder, silently asking for more. Stifling the giggle that wants to escape, you use both hands to pet and rub his soft ears. 

“You’re such a good boy,” you murmur not really thinking. 

He whines a little and nuzzles into your neck making the giggle you were suppressing come bubbling out. He noses against your skin, huffing warm breaths as you continue to pet him. 

“You’re so sweet, Leon, I’m happy you’re coming home with me,” you keep your voice low and soothing.

He only chuffs against your neck, rough tongue coming out to lap at your skin before he’s pulling away. You smile at him as Sherry turns the corner. 

“Sorry to cut this short, but we’re closing soon. Good news is you and Leon leave out from here together tomorrow,” she hands you yet another folder filled with information. 

You take the folder and wave to Leon who moved back over to his bed, “See you tomorrow, Leon.”

He just gives you a little wave as Sherry leads you back to the front. She sees you out the door with a smile and a promise to be the one to help you out. 

Once you get home, you pace your living room. You feel like you have so much to do but don’t know where to start. Texting Heather, she tells you to chill out and actually sit down. Laughing to yourself about how well she knows you, you collapse onto your couch just realizing how tired you actually feel.  

Your phone dings with a new text from Heather. Honestly, ever since you told her your idea, she’s been sending you cute puppy videos. They’ve been full of all types of pets getting along with their owners doing silly things together.  It honestly helped you cement your plan on picking an older dogman since you rarely saw any in those videos. 

This text, however, was sent with the cryptic ‘to fill in those lonely hours 😜’ and knowing her sense of humor you’re kinda worried about the link. 

Knick Knack Paddywhack sounds kinda cheesy but you definitely didn’t expect porn to be on the other side of that link. 

At first you don’t even realize that’s what it is; it starts off pretty tame in general and before you know it this female owner is being mandhandled face down onto the couch as this huge, buff mandog is mounting her from behind. 

“Yeah you’ve been fucking gagging for this doggy’s dick huh?” 

You really should exit from the video but some dark horny part of your brain is too entranced by what’s happening to even move. Distantly, you notice that his dick looks exactly like a human male’s just with the addition of a knot at the base. He fucks her roughly, stretching her out and forcing his cock deep in her wet pussy. 

The dirty talk is really what’s making you go a little cross eyed with arousal. 

“Oh fuck yeah, knot me, breed my little pussy.”

“You want that? Wanna be my pretty bitch always on her hands and knees?”

“Unh unh yeah, make me your bitch. Wanna have your pups.”

You watch in mounting curiosity and arousal and shame as the camera shows her cunt take his entire knot, sealing them together as he ruts through her climax. 

Quickly exiting before the video can go further, you drop your head in your hands. Your panties are soaked, making your thighs feel tacky. In a daze, you move off the couch and head into the bathroom to take a shower. Your thoughts are a whirlwind. 

You’ve honestly never given it any thought about inter species relationships; you’ve heard about them sure, but only in passing and never any details. Now, you literally can’t stop thinking about that mandog dominating his ‘owner’ and knotting her. Shivering, your nipples pebble under the warm water. 

Leon’s gruff voice and handsome face swim into your thoughts making your clit pulse with your heartbeat. Would he—

You shake your head vigorously. Nope, not going there. You’re gonna shower and then go to bed, maybe watch a cartoon or something to keep your thoughts G rated. 

All of that’s easier said than done, but you somehow manage and before you know it you’re waking up the next morning, excited to go pick up Leon and bring him home. 

It’s pretty anticlimactic once you leave work and pick Leon up; Sherry had everything at the front ready to go with Leon just standing next to her. She leads him out to the car with you carrying the essentials, stowing them in the trunk while she unclips his collar and leash. 

“Please keep us updated,” she ruffles Leon’s hair making him bat her hands away with an eye roll, “we love seeing our pups flourish.”

“Not a pup,” he grouses, climbing into the backseat and shutting the door. 

Sherry laughs, “I’ll miss him but I’m more happy he’s leaving.”

“Thank you so much for everything,” you shake her hand, “and I promise to stop by every now and again with updates.”

She walks back inside as you climb into your car. Looking at Leon in the rear view mirror as he stares out the window moodily, you crank the car and slowly leave the lot. 

“Do you need anything before we get home?” you ask, breaking the quiet. 

He shakes his head no making his ears flop. You hide your smile and turn your attention back to the road. Once home, Leon settles in seamlessly; he takes the bedroom you offer but after the second night has made a little bed for himself in your room, tucked into the corner. When you asked, concerned he wasn’t happy with his room, he just gave you the short reply of needing to make sure you’re safe. 

You didn’t push it but let him know he’s more than welcome to tell you if he’s unhappy with anything. 

Days passed into weeks which quickly became months. Leon made himself right at home and now you really couldn’t picture your life without the dogman. It was nice coming home after a long day and be greeted with someone so happy to see you. Although Leon is still pretty stunted with showing affection, you usually can convince him to snuggle you on the couch and let you pet him til his tail wags. 

He’s really particular about having his tail touched so you don’t pry or push, more than happy to just pet his head and ears. 

Today when you get home for work and enter the house, Leon’s beelining straight for you, burying his face in your neck. 

“TGIF huh,” you laugh, petting his ears making him whine. 

“Missed you so much,” he breaths in your smell, tongue lapping up your neck to your jaw, stubble tickling your skin. 

He licks across your mouth once making you jerk back but he quickly follows, raspy tongue licking over your lips and chin. 

“Leon—“

You try to tell him to stop as you push at his shoulders but that just gives him the leverage to lick into your mouth. You keep pushing at him while you take a step back to make him stop, but your legs get tangled and you both fall back on the entryway carpet. 

Leon still hasn’t let up, and since you were more worried about making sure neither of you hurt yourselves when tripping, he’s drooling and licking into your mouth making you whine and push harder at his shoulders. 

He shifts until he’s between your legs and rocks down against the apex of your thighs. Grunting, he shoves your skirt up and tears your panties in half. One of his broad hands, grabs your flailing arms by the wrists and pins them to your chest. 

Finally he pulls away from your swollen mouth, licking his way down to your neck again. 

“Leon, stop being such a bad boy,” you gasp out, “what’s gotten into you?”

“Heat,” he sniffs against your neck before lightly licking the skin again, “need you so bad.”

You’re in a daze as you feel his bulge grinding against your bare pussy, slick starting to slowly drip out of your hole. As much as you protest, you’re really getting off on this, on Leon losing control and wanting to fuck you. 

“T-there are heat toys the center gave me,” you try to cut this off before you both go too far, “you can use those.”

He growls and nips your neck making you whimper. 

“Don’t wanna knotting toy,” his growling is getting deeper as he grinds against you harder, “only wanna knot my pretty owner.”

“Oh fuck,” you moan as he rubs against your clit just right.

Your mind flashes back to that video you saw months ago, hips bucking up into Leon imagining him mounting you in the same way. 

“Leon, s’bad, we shouldn’t—ngh, fuck!”

He pulls completely away from you and buries his nose in your pussy, raspy tongue eagerly licking up the slick dripping out of you. 

He growls and looks up at you as he mouths across your swollen clit, letting his rough tongue lap at the bundle of nerves til you’re keening and spreading your legs for him. 

He smirks, “That’s a good little owner, let me taste your sweet little pussy. Fuck, been smelling you for ages and now I can finally eat you out as much as I want.”

“Leon, you’re being such a bad boy right now,” you hiccup a whine, thighs straining to stay open. 

“Nah,” he kisses hour clit and softy licks it over and over and over, “you’re just being a bad girl, need me to put you in your place.”

You whine as he goes back to tongue fucking into your fluttering walls. Reaching down, you softly grasp his hair and rock against his mouth. He grunts and somehow shoves his face even more into your soaked cunt, greedily lapping at you with his rough tongue. 

The arguments you should make die on your tongue as Leon uses his to make you shiver and shake, goosebumps trailing along your body. With a low keening moan, you relax against him, letting him use that rough tongue to lick your cunt until you’re bucking up into his mouth.

He keeps you there, pinned to the entryway carpet as he eats you out for hours, never letting you cum once. By the time your bleary eyes take in the street lamps through your window, Leon’s pulling away from your slick pussy making you whine. 

“Leon, we shouldn’t,” your pussy throbs, entire body strung tight from your denied orgasms. 

“Have to,” his eyes are so dilated they look black, “don’t you wanna help me? Just need it one time.” 

He looms over you, forearms caging in your head, his jaw and mouth covered in wetness as he grinds his dick against your mound. Glancing down you take in just how big Leon is; he’s so hard the head is peaking through his foreskin, dripping precum all over your thighs.  Then, right at his base, you can see the beginnings of a knot forming which makes your pussy ache with want.  

You’re nodding up at him, belatedly answering his question, “Yeah, I wanna help you,” your hands come up to pet his hair, “wanna help my good boy.”

He yanks your blouse off, seams popping and tearing until it’s in shreds around you then snaps your bra off and tosses it away. His mouth eagerly licks and nips at your pebbled nipples making you gasp. 

“Gonna make you feel so good, breed this hot pussy.”

With a growl, Leon flips you over onto your stomach, hands going to your hips to raise your ass up. You try to push up onto your arms, but his broad palm pushes on the middle of your back shoving your upper body down. 

You rock your hips back although there’s not much room from how he’s laying on top of you, back pinned to his broad hairy chest as his cock rubs against your drippy cunt. 

“You wanna breed me?” you tease making him growl and snap at the nape of your neck, “wanna knot my pussy?”

He buries the first few inches of his cock in your pussy making you squeal and arch away. His hands move to keep your hips still as pulls out to thrust back in, sinking his cock all the way inside of you making you squirm in place with a cry.  

“Think it’s funny?” his tone sounds mean as he ruts his fat cock deeper into your pussy making you wince and try to move away again. 

He clucks his tongue and tightly squeezes your hips, “No little owner, you wanted it and you’re gonna get it. Show you how I breed bitches that need a knot.”

“Oh god,” you whine as he bullies his cock even further into your cunt, “Leon s’too much, you won’t fit, I wasn’t made to—“

“This pussy was made for cock,” he scoffs down at you making your body hot all over from his words, “just gotta break you in first; I’ll have you begging for me to knot you.”

His mocking is only making you wetter, pussy walls clenching and pulsing around his cock. 

“S’too much,” you finally gasp out, not stopping yourself from rocking back against his slow thrusts, “shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Yeah?” he snorts, “think it’s dirty? Think it’s wrong to want me to fuck you? I bet this entire time you’ve been thinking, Oh please Leon need your big doggy dick to stuff my needy little pussy.”

You moan loudly at his crude words as he laughs. 

“Like I thought. You like it you dirty little slut. Like my thick doggy cock filling you up?”

“Leon no,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he grinds against that spongy spot in your cunt that has you moaning nonstop, “s’dirty ‘n you don’t even have a dog di—“

“Shut up,” his canines nip at your skin making you keen, “gotta teach this little pussy who’s the real master here.”

You gasp and keen as Leon stretches your pussy out on his large cock, bottoming out constantly making your cunt clamp down on him from the pain of his tip knocking against your cervix.  

Like earlier, he keeps you pinned to the carpet and slowly fucks your pussy for what feels like hours all while talking filth to you. 

“Mmm knew your pussy would be so good, been humping my fist waiting for my heat so I can fill you up.”

“My sexy fucking owner, letting me knot her pussy, breed her full of my pups.”

“I know, I’m so big for this tiny little pussy  but doesn’t it feel so good? So nice and stretched out?” 

“Leon,” you keen hands scrabbling at the floor, mouth drooling everywhere, “my knees hurt.”

He pauses and gently eases himself out of your cunt. Not giving you time to breathe, he already has you hoisted over his shoulder and carries you into your room. Tossing you onto the bed, he’s back on top of you in a flash burying his dick inside your sopping wet pussy. 

You look down and whine to see the belly bulge his fat cock makes inside your body. 

“Nice and snug,” Leon licks your cheek, “gonna be so tight on my knot.”

“It’s not gonna fit,” you whine up at him, nails digging into to his forearms so hard they’re bleeding. 

You’re already so full, pussy feeling like it’s stretched to the limit, but his knot is pressing against your soaked hole making you rock down into it. 

“Sure it will, little owner,” he laughs, voice gravelly and deep making you shudder and relax around his dick, hole giving just a little around his knot, “that’s why I licked you open so good earlier.”

You moan as he licks across your cheek, “Tongued you deep until you were practically squirting in my mouth.”

“Leon, oh fuck,” you hiccup a moan, tears slipping down your face. 

“So good for me, prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen and it’s all mine,” he grunts, grinding against your fluttering pussy walls as his drippy tip knocks against your cervix, “my owner and her fat pussy are all mine.”

“Leon,” you gasp, “you can’t say that.”

“Sure I can,” he huffs warm air against your neck, his canine teeth nipping at your skin, “I’m gonna knot your tiny pussy and breed you. Give you my pups.”

“Nooo,” you whimper, pussy pulsing and clamping around his cock, knot continuing to press inside. 

“Gonna mount my pretty owner like this every day,” he kisses your neck before licking his way back up to your mouth, “mount my little bitch and give her wet needy cunt my knot.”

“‘M not your bitch,” you finally gasp out around his tongue as he drools and licks into your mouth, “this can’t happen again, Leon.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, “gonna make me use that toy? That fake little plastic pussy? Y’gonna let me knot it in front of you, knowing what I feel like now? I don’t think so little owner.”

He pulls out and flips you over on your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass is raised, head still down on the mattress. 

“Should be able to fit it this way,” he slaps your ass and you whine, fingers twisting in the sheets. 

His cock plunges back into your sopping wet cunt over and over; his knot teasing you on every thrust until he slowly grinds deep into your fluttering walls. 

“I’m gonna put it in this time, knot you nice and deep,” he pants against your shoulder, mouth drooling all over your skin making you shiver, “gonna knock you up, breed you til it takes.”

You moan and press back against him, mind slow and hazy. He pulls back and then presses forward slowly but insistently and you wail as his knot breaches your clenching hole. His cock’s filling you up so much it feels like he’s in the bottom of your throat. 

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you whimper, pussy gushing around his impossibly huge dick, walls milking his knot repeatedly as he just continues to grind into your cunt. 

“Feels good,” he slurs, licking over your neck and shoulders, “pussy squeezing me so tight.”

You moan weakly, pussy pulsing around his dick as he continues to grind his hips into your ass.

“Gonna spill deep inside my pretty little owner and she just has to take it,” he chuffs against your neck, groaning as he humps deeper into your cunt.

His grunts taper off into low growls as he rocks harder against you. 

“Gonna fuck my pups into you,” he’s snarling into your ear, saliva dripping down the shell onto your jaw making you mewl, “keep this pussy plugged up with my cum all the time—oh.” 

He bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth breaking your skin making you whine as your body burns with pleasure at the pain. You can fill as hot cum floods your pussy, Leon grunting as he keeps humping against your ass while his knot locks you two together.

His fingers slip from your hip over to your swollen clit and he roughly rubs against the sensitive bud until you’re crying and whining, pussy cumming around his cock again. 

“There we go, such a good owner,” Leon chuckles in your ear, before dipping down to lick over the bite he left, “mmm milk me, want you so full it’s spilling out.”

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You lay there underneath him, feeling exhausted but content. It’s been several hours at this point and you feel like you’re on another plane of existence. Leon has fucked you better than anyone before and you’re definitely addicted to his knot. 

Reaching back, your hand finds his hair and pushing up higher you pet behind his soft fuzzy ears. 

“S’good,” he mouths against your shoulder as he ruts inside your knot plugged pussy.  

Shuddering as his fingers tease against your clit drawing another weak orgasm from your spent body, you whimper and press even closer to Leon. 

“Gonna take such good care of you, little owner,” he kisses you shoulder, “by the time my heat’s over, you’re gonna be my needy little pup.”

Your pussy tightens around him at his words making him whine and nuzzle into your neck. As you lay together, you let your mind drift into a hazy fog. Once Leon’s able to, he gently pulls out of your sore cunt, cum oozing out of your hole. 

His rough tongue licks across your cheek as he rolls you onto your back. 

“So pretty,” he says to himself as he kisses and bites his way down to your chest. 

He laps a path to the swell of your breasts and then softly suckles a hard nipple into his mouth. With a groan, he tugs the hard bud with his teeth before sucking harshly and releasing it with a pop. His mouth drifts over to repeat the same process to the other hard nipple, then moves back; repeatedly teasing your breasts until you’re squirming and whining, grabbing onto his hair to have something to hold onto. 

He finally pulls away with a growl, eyes dark and heated as he noses at your breastbone, “Smell so good.”

He drags his mouth down your body, eagerly licking and biting at your skin until he finally reaches your puffy mound and clit. 

“Taste good too,” his stubbled jaw tickles where he scrapes it against your thigh, “love licking your pussy all over.”

He follows his word by licking a broad stripe across your cum coated pussy, groaning as he brings his hands up to spread your cunt open. His rough tongue laps at your clit in quick little strokes before dipping into your creamy slicked hole. He laps and lathes his tongue all over your pussy, sucking at your clit before dragging his mouth over to your thighs. 

“Gonna mark you up, little owner,” he chuffs against your skin, eyes staring up at you with his tail wagging excitedly behind him. 

“Leon,” you whimper. 

Your fingers twist in the sheets as you cry out. His teeth are buried in the meat of your inner thigh making your clit throb with need.  He sucks harshly at the skin, digging in harder when your thigh trembles under his mouth. 

With a grunt, he lets go but then sinks his teeth into your opposite thigh; this one closer to your pussy, making you buck up into his mouth with a gasp. He hums in satisfaction, lips and teeth working at your skin until it’s sore and bruised.

He pulls back with a grin, “You’re even more pretty now.”

“Feel pretty,” you murmur, eyes glassy with arousal. 

He pants excitedly, hands grasping your thighs to hold you open as he licks and drools all over your pussy. You arch, his mouth making you rock up into the feeling as he noisily eats you out. Letting go of the sheets, your hands reach for his head and accidentally grab onto his ears. He snarls and fucks his raspy tongue up into your fluttering cunt, pressing you down even further so he can lick into you more. 

He pulls himself away before you can cum making you whine. 

“Please, Leon, ‘m so close, be a goody boy and make me cum,” you pout at him, tears pricking at your eyes. 

He crawls up your body, pressing your hands down with his as he rubs his thick cock against your pussy. His head glides through your slick folds til he’s bumping against you clit making you spread your legs wide. 

“You can cum on my knot,” he kisses you, all drool and spit, “wanna mount you again.”

You shudder underneath him and easily let him roll you over. Raising your ass up, you spread your thighs for better leverage. 

“Like this?” you ask a little shy now. 

“Perfect,” he groans, dragging his rough palms down your back to slap you ass, “my pretty owner and her pretty pussy ‘n it’s all mine.”

He sinks his cock into your willing cunt inch by inch, licking and biting at your nape as he rocks himself deeper into you. 

“Gonna breed you so good,” he mutters into your skin, “pussy made for my fat cock, isn’t it? Made to take my knot.”

“Uh huh,” you slur, pussy pulsing and fluttering around his dick as he slowly thrusts into your spasming walls. 

He chuffs and bites your neck a little harder as he snaps his hips hard against your ass. His hand moves from your back to your pussy, softly rubbing and teasing across your swollen clit. 

“Sweet fucking pussy,” he snorts, nose burying itself in your hair, “squeezing me so tight, know it needs a knot.”

“Give it to me, Leon,” you moan loudly, “knot my pussy, please, want it so bad, feels so good.”

His teeth latch onto back of your neck and he pounds into your squelching cunt, knot catching on the rim of your pussy with every thrust. 

“Knot me, Leon, knot me, please, need it,” you’re chanting under your breath , eyes fluttering as your orgasm is fast approaching. 

He can’t say anything with his mouth biting into your neck, but his fingers circle your clit faster, pinching it just right between his fingers making you shake under him. 

“Fuck, right there, please Leon, fuck me,” you rock back against him, wanting his knot to be inside your pussy already, “fuck me, give it to me, give me your knot. Wanna be your little bitch.”

He lets go of your neck with a low howl as he shoves his knot past your twitching hole and ruts hard in your cunt, fat tip grinding against your cervix so hard it’s going to bruise. 

You squeal as he tweaks your clit making your pussy clamp down like a vice around his knot as you cum so hard you see fireworks. Your walls rhythmically milk his cock as he grinds and ruts into your hole. 

“G’nna cum,” he whimpers, sounding drunk. 

“Mmm,” you squirm against him, feeling as hot pulses of jizz fill your pussy. 

He grunts as he spills deep inside you, spurt after spurt of sticky cum shooting out against your cervix as his knot keeps your cunt nice and full. 

“Gonna give you my pups,” he licks at the bite wound on your neck and then the one he gave your shoulder when this all first started. 

“Fuck,” you mewl, thighs tightening as his fingers go back to teasing and circling your clit. 

“Cum for me, little owner,” he goads in your ear, “show me how much you want me to breed this needy pussy.. again and again. And again.”

His fingers circle your clit, the rough pads rubbing you just right making you climax around his cock for the second time that round. You shiver and moan as he keeps teasing your swollen bud. 

“Good girl, so good,” he nips your ear, “my own little pet.”

[reiniesainyo]

IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 02

02 | WELCOME TO NY previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. wow actual content who knew! i give some tidbits about rina and lukes dynamic as well for funsies (takes place at the start of the season premiere to probably episode 4-5 ish)

liked by iamcharliebushnell, walker.scobell, and 322,778 others thelnarchive best people to star in my first show with actually

walker.scobell pov: you at the end of this sentence 🤓👆 ↳ thelnarchive that** ↳ leahsavajeffries destroyed him with one word that's insane

user1 she's so gorgeous it's killing me

user2 her photo dumps are so cute it's so RAHHHHH ↳ user3 thank you yn for keeping us fed

iamcharliebushnell no photo creds? thats crazy...... ↳ thelnarchive 📸: charlie bushnell  ↳ iamcharliebushnell thank you 😁

user4 she's so pretty, i would go to hell and back for her. she could be sent to the underworld and i would go and traverse the entire underworld for her and bring her back, have hades let me walk out with her only if i don't turn my back and bet you baby i'm no orpheus because you're coming home ↳ user5 this is so real but also what the fuck

dior.n.goodjohn PRETTIEST IN CAMP HALFBLOOD ↳ thelnarchive NO YOU!

iamcharliebushnell for everyone's information, she yapped for like the 2 hour makeup and hair session ↳ thelnarchive you weren't interested in the cultural impact of feminist retellings of mythology? 😔 ↳ iamcharliebushnell i didn't say i didn't listen to every bit

user6 yn ln being a yapper and charlie being a listener was not in my 2024 bingo card but it is pleasantly accepted ↳ user7 the chemistry is kind of crazy

bellie 💋 @G1LLMOREGRLS theres like less than 3 minutes of luke and rina screen time but the way they look at each other is insane. ik luke visiting rina before leaving was implied and like them him contacting her even after the attempt too i still want to see some because the potential angst is so insane 🗨 19 comments 🔁 129 retweets ❤️ 707 likes

user1 "i lost luke three times in my life." if they remove this it better be for something even more heartbreaking

user2 honestly truth i'm manifesting so hard to see some of their iris messages like i can just imagine it ↳ G1LLMOREGRLS oh my fucking god that's so true, i want to see luke begging her to come with him and then her begging him to change his mind

user3 i want the new seasons to come sooner because i trust in rick's capability to give us what we want 💳💳💳 ↳ user4 i trust in the editor's to make what rick gives us even better brah ↳ user5 what if i said lascotellan to a hozier song

user6 the show ate with levitating as the replacement for poker face in e6 so i'm expecting a tragic song for their scenes too ↳ G1LLMOREGRLS dare i say we get a scene of luke regretting his actions juxtaposed with a scene of him and rina arguing with her telling him to silver springs by fleetwood mac ↳ user6 LUKE AND RINA ARGUING OVER HIS ACTIONS TO SILVER SPRINGS. YOU'RE A FUCKING GENIUS OOMF ↳ G1LLMOREGRLS luke thinking about her constantly when he thinks abt why he shouldn't have done it is so "you'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you"????

user7 YOU'RE SO CORRECT FOR THIS ‼️‼️ i'm so insane over them, tragic greek couple of the century

user8 i fear no one will ever beat rina saying she wanted to go to the underworld to get him back but deciding not to and letting him repent in elysium or try for reincarnation

liked by thelnarchives, dior.n.goodjohn, and 350,232 others iamcharliebushnell hanging out with the muse

thelnarchives you call me "the muse" so often i'm starting to think you don't know my first name anymore.... 🤨🤨🤨 ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😔 i would never do that to you muse ↳ thelnarchives i'm gonna start calling you traitor. ↳ user1 wat why would she call him traitor ↳ user2 oh you sweet summer child

user3 picture 3 is so cute i love her so much !!! and charlie's there too i guess

dior.n.goodjohn why are you hanging out with MY girlfriend ↳ iamcharliebushnell you snooze you lose :/

walker.scobell you owe me like 2 meals from our past bets and you keep saying your busy but obviously you're not??? ↳ iamcharliebushnell hanging out with the muse is a trip priority, man 🤷

user4 i'm obsessed with how charlie calls her muse they're so i want to Bite them. ↳ user5 he ate with the pet name

user6 that's actually me in the second photo guys

user7 WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT HER HAND PLACEMENT IN THE THIRD PHOTO??? ↳ user8 girlie's just scratching her own cat

[icomeandg0]

"More than one"

Part 4!

Linked Universe x Reader (s)

Warnings: Confusing, swearing

A/n: Slowly but surely getting there!

"Order up!"

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Walking through the bustling city the other group wanders the streets. “Are you sure they are located here?” “No clue” LTTPY/n spoke as she continued to walk in front of them. “So do you know where we are going?” Legend asked with a hint of irritation in his voice, can’t blame him though, the poor guy has been on his feet for a while now. “Not exactly, but there could be a surprise around every corner” Legend rolls his eyes at the monotone voice LTTPY/n delivered, “A good or bad surprise?” “Eh, 50 50 I say” The boys all share a glance between them all before Warriors speak up.

“Maybe we should find clues on where they might be-” “A bar.” LTTPY/n says, Four tilts his head,  “A bar? How do you know?” LTTPY/n shrugs and turns to meet them, “Just a hunch” The ring on her finger shone brighter than usual.

“So which bar should we start at? There's probably a lot in this city ""This one” She stands in front of the bar door. ‘Tipsy Teapot’ was the name of the bar. She didn’t hesitate to go inside, “Of course we got put with the loopy one” Legend grumbled earning a very small chuckle from Hyrule.

Inside was very noisy, gruff men were inside sharing life stories while drowning themselves in alcohol. “So what made you think they were here of all places? I can understand…Eh- Nevermind that but a bar?” Warrior raised one brow as LTTPY/n shrugs, “Like I said, a hunch, I can feel their presence” “Oh great, she’s loopy and delusional” Legend muttered as he groaned. “Look, we only agreed to help because the old man told us too, not because we wanted because if I had a choice I wouldn’t be here helping you find your little girl squad!” Legend points at LTTPY/n who only stared at him blankly.

“Hey, Don’t be like that. We’re heroes and it’s our job to help those in need” Warrior says, pushing Legend back a bit to give him space but someone had bumped into him…

“Ooops! Sorry sir! That was on me for not noticing– free drink on me!” She grins and she looked an awful lot like a–

“LOZY/n! I knew you were here!” All the tension left as LTTPY/n walked towards the other Y/n, “Oh HI! It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you, LTTPY/n! Hanging out with a new crowd hm?” LOZY/n asked in a cheery tone, “Haven’t you found the rest of us yet? Why are you with a bunch of boys? This is all so confusing!” LOZY/n non stop yapping about anything that came to mind but she was snapped out when LTTPY/n puts her hands on LOZY/n’s shoulders.

“I need you to listen for just a bit, I’ve come to get you back with the help of…” She glances back at the boys and then back at LOZY/n “Them. Now was there anyone else with you and if so, where is she now?” LOZY/n blinks before smiling, pointing over her shoulder to a curtain that says ‘Gambling addicts!’ 

“Just over that curtain you’ll find FSY/n! Oh–! I got to get back to the orders! I’ll see you around!” LOZY/n pushes past and accidentally bumped into ANOTHER person, Hyrule.

“Oh sorry about…That” LOZY/n eyes widened when she saw Hyrule, Hyrule had flushed cheeks and looked a bit flustered, “It’s fine, really” Hyrule says quietly. LOZY/n giggles and walks past, sparing one more glance over her shoulder and so does Hyrule. Making eye contact before she left to go to the bar.

Only one to witness that was Legend who was giving Hyrule a smug look, “Oh Stop that” Hyrule huffed, Legend was going to tease him a bit more but LTTPY/n spoke up, “You guys coming?” She was already by the curtain with Warriors and Four. Legend shook his head, deadpanning at her “No, we’ll stay here” LTTPY/n only shrugged and went inside, the other two boys following.

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“AURGH!” A big gruff man threw down his cards in frustration, “Hah! That's another win for me, I swear you’re doing this on purpose but since this is your 7th loss…I say you just suck in general” A familiar (H/C) was seen, her back facing them as the big man glared at her. “Awh, Don’t get all pissy over a shitty move you did~ NOW GIVE ME MY MONEY!” She cackled as one of the guys slid down 5 big bags of rupees. She checks every single one until the fifth where it contains rocks.

“HEY! WHAT’S THIS SHIT DOING IN HERE?!” Her mood changes instantly as she rises from her chair and points at the big man, “We had a deal, asshole.” This earned a smirk from the man, “You think I’ll follow your rules, little girl?” He taunts as he snaps his fingers, his guards standing up, they all tower over her.

She growls in frustration knowing that she couldn’t beat them, however her ear flicked when she heard footsteps, she looked back and saw LTTPY/n, Link and someone else equivalent to her Link.

“LTTPY/n? Link? How the hell did you find me?” FSY/n asked, ignoring the other men and focusing solely on the trio behind her.

“Eh, just a h—“ 

“Didn’t expect to see you in this department…imagine what your mami will say about this discovery~” Four grins, he couldn’t help but try to get a rise out of his childhood friend.

FSY/n scoffed.

“Of course, come to pester me, have you? Can’t you see I’m doing adult stuff? Something you aren’t quite experienced in…despite having 4 perspectives” she snapped back at him earning a startled expression and he immediately let out a small strained noise.

Warriors somewhat didn’t pay much attention to it and nor did LTTPY/n, Four gave her a look of ‘don’t say anything and I won’t tell your mother’ FSY/n looks at Warriors before looking back, ‘I want an explanation after, deal.’ She gave him a look and soon Warriors spoke.

“Reunions can come later, we need you to come back with us, we’ll regroup you back to your group and—“ “I don’t give two shits about regrouping, not until I get my money!” She points at the man while a scowl.

“Gosh, are all Y/n’s difficult?” Warriors muttered, “she’s just overly difficult” Four muttered back to him earning a slight noise that could be equivalent to a chuckle from LTTPY/n.

“I don’t have to owe you anything, you’re still a baby, how old are you? 14?” The man laughed gruffly, earning FSY/ns eye twitch in annoyance.

“14–14?! I look 14 to you?! I’ll show you!” FSY/n begins to climb onto the table but Four was quick to his feet and tried to gently pull her down.

“Let go of me, Link” she growled, “Is it really worth it? You already have…4 bags of rupees!” “I need the fifth!” FSY/n says, her hands stretching out and clenching as if she’s trying to choke the man from where she is.

“Lemme at him—Lemme at him!”

Four sighed as he settled her back down and she frowned at Four, “I had it under control, idiot.” She grumbled as Four stood behind her so she wouldn’t do anything rational.

“Link do your job and fight for me” FSY/n demands and Four scoffed.

“Are you done your little squabble? I have real work to attend to” The man says, he claps his hands and his guards collect the bags of rupees, “Whoa—Hey! Those are mine!” FSY/n reaches over and grabs one of the bags.

“Oh let the rupees go, Y/n!” Four says, “over my dead body!” 

The guard however didn’t let his guard down and managed to shove her off, she stumbled back and grumbled, “you selfish bastard!” 

“Once you’re old enough, maybe you’ll understand what real adult stuff is” the man grins, his guards put the bags of rupees in front of him, he nods in approval before looking back up at FSY/n.

FSY/n has a crazed smirk of her own, a vein popping on her forehead, she soon whistled and ducked…a flying tray hits the man square in the face

The curtain flew open for a split second to reveal LOZY/n who grinned and was it the stance of throwing, once the curtain fell down, FSY/n rushed to grab the 4 bags and they all ran off.

“GET THEM!” 

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The small group of 6 were hiding in the alleyway, FSY/n was sitting on the dumpster counting her rupees “6000 rupees? It’ll do” she grumbled, “I’ll take em if you don’t want them” Legend speaks up, FSY/n snarls “Go make your own money, broke ass!” She snaps.

Between the two they banter more, Four watches over them because Fire and Fire don’t mix well—LTTPY/n and Warriors don’t wanna be here…

LOZY/n hummed a tune as she put her hair up in a tidy ponytail, making sure her bangs cover up her eye…

“Ahem” she turns to meet Hyrule again.

“Oh! It’s you!” She smiles, “Yeah, it’s me…” he says sheepishly, 

“Sorry for bumping into you earlier—“

“I didn’t mean to get in your way before—“ 

The two pause and soon burst into a little giggle fit, “Hehe, I’m Y/n…Like the rest of the other Y/n’s…Just call me LOZY/n” she says softly, “My real name is Link…like the others but just call me Hyrule..” he says, glancing away a bit before looking back at her…

“Augh, love makes me sick.” FSY/n grimaced at the sight of them, “Yeah, I bet you haven’t experienced love before because ain’t no way anyone is loving that attitude” Legend retorts.

“Shut it, asshole.” 

“I mean…there’s nothing wrong with changing up the attitude—“

“You shut up as well.”

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A/N: Oh gosh I finally finished this chapter in one day, I'm slowly coming back, I just came back from my trip and I still feel as if I'm on a holiday. I had the urge to write this whole time, Honestly I'm thinking about re-write the last one because it was rushed but It will stay similar just hopefully better lol.

Series are nearly done, 2-3 more then we can finally put up a damn ask box!

[soft-pine]

okay so @monstermoviedean is watching s14 rn and her takes are god tier!!! and you should all go read her blog please!

but it just makes me want to talk about lebanon/14.13 so much! like it really is one of my favorite episodes of spn. which is crazy i know because i truly hate john with every fiber of my being but i think this episode reveals so much about him & dean's relationship with him with delicious subtly!

and i've yapped at random on twitter about this but i want to gather all my thoughts in one place.

dean's relationship with john is The most important relationship in spn that i'm interested in unpacking. (i am normal and fine and this has nothing to do with my own issues)

i think for some people who understand john as abusive, it is frustrating and jarring to see him come back after so many years and just be kinda nice. especially given that dean has just finally started to talk to his family about some of the bad things john did.

i maintain that dean has been pretty clear with cas and like random strangers that his dad was shitty. but in 14.11, he tells mary the winchester surprise story. while he doesn't frame the story as truly a critique of john, it is a contrast to his quiet silence and pained expression after newly-resurrected mary says john was a good father in 12.02. in 14.12, dean opens up to sam about how when john was pissed off at dean, he would send him away. this is a stark new light on dean's comments from 7.14 where he apologizes to sam for sometimes "ditching him" when they were kids. sam quickly shuts down dean's apology in 14.12 and subsequent discussion about dean's regrets and feelings about john. but since sam's shift in his opinion about john in 2.02, dean pretty consistently keeps his criticism to himself in front of sam so this is a marked change. and the very next episode script draft includes the infamous "probably pulled the wide-eye hitchhiker routine. dad made me do it all the time on hunts. as bait." so, given the episodes and revelations that bookend 14.13, it's understandable how hard it is to see john and dean interact at all.

but i think it's perfect! because it so clearly shows every truth of their relationship.

firstly, we can look at who john apologizes to. in 1.16, 1.20, and 14.13 john is reunited with sam & dean after time apart. and in all three episodes, he apologizes and/or works to make amends with sam for their fractured relationship. in fact, in 14.13, it's a mention of the winchester surprise that triggers john's apology to sam.

in contrast, the only time john apologizes to dean for his childhood is 2.01 when he says sorry for making dean always have to look after him and sam. and then promptly asks him to kill sam if he has to.

it's crushing to me that at no point does john see the way he treated dean as anything to make amends for. instead, in 1.21 and 14.13, he frames dean not "having a home" or "having a family," "a normal life" as circumstances outside his control or as somehow dean's choice. and yet, john is entirely responsible. he is the one moving dean from school to school, getting him into credit card fraud, taking him on hunts. in 12.09 it's established that dean has as long arrest/warrant record which includes things we never see him getting arrested for in canonical spn. he is the one who always said hunting was temporary (6.02) and yet never allowed for a way out. so even though john's affect is kinder, we know he isn't meaningfully taking accountability for a huge amount of his actions.

it's the reason for the kinder affect we can look at next. because what is one of the most common indicators of abusive dynamics? treating people differently in public vs private. and critically for almost all of 14.13, mary is observing john. and we know that despite their marital problems (5.16), she considered him a good father. he doesn't know that the life he forced sam and dean into is the very worst thing she could have imagined for her children (4.03), but we can tell from his apologies to sam that john is at least aware of things he did which he regrets.

before mary arrives, he is giving sam and dean orders, "You boys better tell me what the hell is going on right now." i recognize he's very disoriented but this affect disappears entirely after mary shows up. i cannot overstate how much i love how not stern and harsh john is here because it shows that he could have always chosen to be like that. but there weren't negative consequences (a wife who might be angry with him) to face.

i've said before that i think one of the reasons that john kept sam & dean away from hunter gatherings and meeting other hunters (2.03, 12.06) is because hunters they met might have acted exactly how dean acts to krissy's dad in 7.11 and told him to quit. the hunters/community john did maintain relationships with were sometimes kinda shitty people - Deacon (2.19), Travis (4.04), Martin (8.09). not that Bobby, Caleb, Pastor Jim, Bill Harvell, Daniel Elkin were necessarily like that but I do think its worth looking at who John's friends who he didn't have a falling-out with were. Like Fred Jones who gave Sam & Dean their first beers when they weren't even 10 (8.08).

some other details about that first reunion kitchen conversation that always stick out to me are john finishing the drink dean pours for him while dean & sam barely touch theirs. it's also significant to me that dean tells mary in 12.01 that john died to save him. but here, he tells john that he died taking out yellow-eyes (which is literally not what happened. like specifically he died by making a deal with azazel). dean, always working to deescalate and maintain the peace, instantly clocks which thing they will each find more soothing to hear.

one thing that i see people often critique is the idea that john coming back is somehow the thing dean wished for the most. but what dean actually says is that this is something he's wanted since he was four years old. so it's really not about john back at all. john died when dean was 27. but mary died when dean was four. and that cause nearly every hard, traumatic, awful thing in dean's life. to some extent, i think it was about wanting john to have mary back. throughout dean's entire life, john used the loss of mary as an excuse for how he acted and what he made dean & sam do. so of course what dean wants most is... for that not to have happened.

and this brings my to my second favorite part of the episode. but you'll only catch if you're paying attention. dean says he's thrilled to have john back and yet at every chance he gets, he leaves the room john's in. he leaves the kitchen when john reunites with mary. dean gets the grocery list from mary while john has a tearful apology with sam. dean talks to john again only because he has to tell him about the pearl but then leaves to help cook. after dinner, he goes to do the dishes. dean really is not actually trying to spend time with john - even when they get a deadline for when their time with him is over, dean is not trying to make the most of it. and god i love him for that.

i sympathize with people who are frustrated to see dean fall back into the role of caretaker for john's emotions and wellbeing. and i agree but i appreciate that it is very clear that's what's happening. he's performing the role he's always been forced to perform. he may be more aware of it as a performance this time. he may be taking more steps to remove himself from having to interact with john. but i would almost feel worse if he wasn't getting john a drink, doing what he said, going on little errands, cooking, cleaning up. john says "You want to give your mom a hand?" and of course he goes.

i think dean always has held both deep hurt from and empathy for john and this episode is full of both of them. and while i think it's always hard to hear dean slip back into those moments of empathy (8.12 is always rough for me), it's so real that's where he would be sometimes. so much of being a child who's made responsible for your parent's emotions means that there is such a deep part of you that wants to protect them from harm.

i personally think the song "til it shines" by bob seger is an insane choice to play over their dinner scene. because, though that's not the part of the song that plays, the lines "Take the chip off of my shoulder. Smooth out all the lines. Take me out among the rustling pines, till it shines, ah, till it shines" always strike me as trying to see something through rose-tinted glasses in a way. or maybe acknowledging the performative, white-washing that's being done?

anyway, i understand why people want dean to have a cathartic yelling session with john. but honestly im not sure that would ever sit right with me. i think honestly 14.13 is kind of perfect. john comes back and it proves everything. john could always be kind (he took you to a freaking baseball game (4.19)). he could always apologize. he always did say he wanted the boys to get out of hunting but never even tried to make it happen.

and that brings me to my favorite part of the episode. my darling. my baby. my treasure. dean says, "i have a family." and what that means to him is his own. he gets to keep it. he gets to mean it without john's scrutiny. without him tearing it apart. the conversation sam & dean have over dishes is another deeply meaningful part. dean specifically rejects the idea of telling john the truth about any of it - even if it would change things. because he's good with who he is. "Cause our lives – they’re ours."

this matters so much to me because i don't think dean's healing can ever be contingent on john - not on his reaction, not on finally telling him the truth, not on john getting comeuppance for all the shit he did, not even on changing the past so john has more information because the critical thing that 14.13 and 4.19 show is that john literally did not do the best he could. so what could change that?

in the kitchen, dean tells sam that he blamed john for "the longest time". do you understand how much it means to me to hear him say that?! because i think of course blaming john is the first step! dean was hurt and he was angry about that and he should be!

but dean's healing can't just stop there. while i know there will be moments as he heals where he's angry with john again, the beautiful core of dean's healing i see in 14.13 is him being clear on where the boundary of him and his wants, goals, needs, and priorities are vs john's. i think a lot of dean's young relationship with john was him being forced to keep parts of himself (the parts that didn't like to hunt for example) secret out of shame and necessity. but here, i don't think dean is carrying that shame anymore. he is very clear on how what he wants from his life differs from what john would want but dean sticks to his own values. he has a family. he's good with who he is. it's just none of john's goddamn business.

anyway, as always mitski says it best....

plus we get two of THE MOST shots of dean's face of all time for me!!! like my god stabbing me would hurt less!!!

plus! PLUS!! CHERRY ON TOP!!! LOOK AT THESE NOOOOOODLES

in conclusion. your honor, i love her.

[maypiles]

Channelled Message : JUSTICE SHALL PREVAIL ⚖️👑

❗This is a collective message so please take what resonates and leave what does not. DO NOT force the message. And please be careful of scammers I'll never reach out to you to ask you for money or personal readings❗

Oh, my God.

Oh. My. God.

Spirit has been yapping non-stop, and when I tell you the energy is heavy but so transformative, I mean it feels like we’re breaking generational curses and karmic cycles over here. I’m not even kidding—this is a channeled message for the collective, and you’re going to want to grab a tea, light a candle, and settle in, because baby, this is about YOU. This is about US. If you’ve been in Death card energy, feeling that Tower-crumbling-9-of-Swords-why-is-life-like-this-I’m-losing-my-mind kind of vibe, but also sensing that divine Judgment-Wheel-of-Fortune-Justice type of comeback… this message is going to speak to your soul. Spirit isn’t playing. Let’s break this down.

First Message: The Pregnancy Dream

So, here’s the tea: Spirit sent this wild download through a phone call (isn’t that always how Spirit works?). My mother literally called me a couple of weeks ago, saying she had this dream where I was at her childhood home—the house where her roots are, the foundation of her life—and everyone was there welcoming me because… wait for it… I was pregnant.

Listen, I am not pregnant. Absolutely not. Your girl is protected and knows better. But here’s the thing: Spirit was loud. This wasn’t about an actual pregnancy—it was about burden. It was about carrying the weight of something that needed to be released. At the time, I didn’t fully grasp it, but let’s just say the dots are connecting now.

Second Message: The Lice Dream

And then, boom, Spirit hit me with another dream. I remember this so clearly: I was in my bathroom, minding my business, when I found a lice in my hair. Just one, but it was there. And I remember thinking, “What the hell? How did this even happen?” But then I plucked it out, tossed it, and felt this overwhelming sense of relief, like I had finally removed something gross, something that didn’t belong, something I hadn’t even realized was causing me stress.

Do you hear me? This was about a hidden obstacle, a block, a parasite sucking my energy dry. Spirit was saying, “You didn’t even know this was here, but look—you’ve removed it. It’s done. You’re free.”

Third Message: The Justice Vision

This one? This one was the clearest, most vivid message I’ve ever received. I wasn’t even asleep—I was in that hazy, about-to-fall-asleep state when suddenly, I saw the sunrise in New York City. It was big, bright, golden, and reflected off skyscrapers. And there I was, floating over the city, over the water, until I reached the Lady of Liberty.

But she wasn’t holding a flame. She was holding scales.

In that moment, Spirit said, “Justice shall prevail.”

SCREAMING.

Y’all. I cannot even explain the chills I got. I don't even live in NY. I NEVER BEEN THERE IN MY LIFE BUT THE DETAILS ON THAT STONE LADY. THE DETAILS GOT ME SCREAMING. This wasn’t just for me—it was for all of us. If you’ve been wronged, if you’ve been stuck in cycles of betrayal, heartbreak, or injustice, Spirit is saying your time is coming. The scales are balancing. The sun is rising on your life.

Fourth Message: Returning Home + Cleansing

This morning, Spirit hit me with one last dream. I was back in my parents’ neighborhood, and it was raining softly. There was water everywhere—cleansing energy, Spirit says—but it wasn’t chaotic. It felt peaceful, like a fresh start. I was cleaning the entire place, even though no one asked me to. I was removing dust, scrubbing everything down, and it felt good. Spirit kept repeating, “Cleansing, cleansing, cleansing.”

And here’s the kicker: I was happy.

Spirit is saying that this is what’s coming for us. The return to ourselves, to our foundations, to who we were before life burdened us with everyone else’s baggage. We’re stepping into a period of cleansing, renewal, and joy.

Tying It All Together

Now let me pull this together like a tangled ball of yarn finally unraveling, okay? Back in 2023, I had a dream that someone in my life was going to betray me—a partner. At the time, I shrugged it off, because everything seemed fine. But Spirit doesn’t forget. Spirit doesn’t let up. Fast forward to now, and the cards, the dreams, the intuition… everything is screaming, “This isn’t it.”

If you’re resonating with this—if you’ve been feeling like you’re carrying burdens you can’t explain, like there’s an invisible block holding you back, like you’ve been stuck in the same cycle of betrayal, heartbreak, or stagnation—Spirit is saying it’s time to wake up.

This is High Priestess energy. This is Justice, Tower, Wheel of Fortune, Judgment energy. Spirit is calling us to cleanse, to release, to return to ourselves, and to claim what’s rightfully ours.

The Cards + Energies Surrounding This

Here’s what’s in the air:

Four of Wands reversed, Three of Swords, Five of Swords, Seven of Swords: Deception, heartbreak, betrayal. The collapse of what once felt stable. (THIS IS NOT FOR ALL PLEASE MAKE YOUR OWN DECREMENT)

Nine of Swords, Nine of Wands: Exhaustion. Sleepless nights. Feeling like you’re at the end of your rope.

Moon reversed, Three of Cups: The truth coming to light. No more illusions. Betrayal in close circles.

High Priestess, Judgment, Justice, Wheel of Fortune: Everything happens for a reason. Spirit is aligning you with your destiny. Trust your intuition—it’s not lying to you.

Five of Cups reversed, Eight of Cups: Walking away, releasing regret, choosing yourself.

Eight of Pentacles, Queen of Swords: Doing the inner work, cutting out what no longer serves you.

Closing Thoughts

This is massive. If you’ve been resonating with my posts lately, you already know this is connected. I’m working on a pick-a-pile reading called “What Is Your Justice?” because Spirit is being so LOUD about this.

This isn’t just about endings—it’s about beginnings. It’s about letting go of what’s holding you back so you can step into the life you’re meant to live.

Keep your eyes open. Trust the signs. Spirit is speaking, and they’re saying, “Justice shall prevail.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭, you guys, this week has been WILD. Like, I swear, the downloads just kept coming, one after the other, and I can't even. First, I'm hit with dreams that just make no sense at first, but then BOOM, everything starts connecting. You know those nights where you feel like you're barely sleeping but you're not fully awake either? Yeah, that was me, floating over New York City, seeing the Statue of Liberty, but instead of her flame, she was holding scales—spirit was like, "JUSTICE SHALL PREVAIL!" 😭✨ Like, I felt it deep in my soul, like everything was about to shift, and it’s all connected to this energy of transformation. And then? That dream where I’m getting rid of lice? Don’t even ask, I KEEP MY HYGIENE, but it hit me: there are these hidden obstacles that we don’t even know are there, lurking. Like a freakin’ problem you never even knew existed until it’s gone, and then BOOM, everything changes. On top of that, my mom calls me and says, “Are you pregnant?”—like, girl, I’m using protection, okay?! But then she’s talking about how everyone’s telling her that I’m pregnant and I was like, hold up. Spirit was like, “No, girl. That’s the burden, the weight of all the things that you've been carrying and hiding." And then it hit me, it’s time to let go of that weight. 💔 But then, this morning, I woke up feeling like I was back home, cleansing, removing all the old, just getting rid of the dust, the baggage, all the things no longer serving me. And I realized—it’s not just me, this is for the collective. We are all in this energy of transformation. The Death card vibe. If you’ve been in the 9 of Swords, 9 of Wands, Hermit mode, or running through cycles, this is the moment things shift. Get ready, because justice is COMING. It’s all clicking, y’all. And I’ll be doing a Pick a Pile reading soon on “What’s Your Justice?” because we all need to know. 💫 Stay tuned because the energy is INTENSE right now! I'm just... I can't even—AAAAAHHHHH 😭

[thesweetroro]

Hiya! I just discovered your account and I'm so happy someone is making new content of this series (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥) So I don't know if you have been reading the manga but if you did could you write some headcanons of how would it be cuddling with Mei,Ido,Kojiro and Orochi? (If you don't know any of them do it with Samon,Honey,Tsukumo and Kenshiro)

Unfortunately i didn’t read the manga but i’ve seen those characters! and as soon as i could be able to read the manga i promise to tell you guys all 💗, but in the mean time i only can be able to do anime characters 🙂‍↕️.

And thanks for making a request + putting afford to care if i read the manga , i was gonna be so disappointed to turn you down.

𐙚 ˚🍥(cuddle buddy,pt.2!)｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

꩜ Requests 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 Building (4+5+13+3)

── .✦🏷️ the inmates + guard

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⋆｡🐩𖦹°🍥⭒˚｡⋆(kenshiro)

The puppy that he is , craving cuddles but as his ago denies!

He would be whimpering when he finally gets to have you in his office after being pent up all day and stressed out , just laying in his couch telling him how much you like his fancy old man smell.

Love and love to cup you and cover your up by his (Coat, cloak?) i don’t know you name it but you will get that peace of fabric around you.

His favourite thing to do when you slowly start to kiss him from one finger and end up kissing him underneath his eye gang.

I would say that man is ASMR lover so please go clean his ears and scratch his hanging hair.

More willing to cuddle when it’s the weekend it’s really REALLY hard to get that man out of bed or him letting go of you.

𐙚‧₊˚🐉✩ ₊˚🏯⊹♡(samon)

Good luck with trying to have him in one place,he loves you and your smell and your warmth but also,he can’t give up his work!! especially when no one can get the job done for him as he wishes for.

When you guy first started dating you would never leave each other arms and always cuddle and sleep together at one time both of you went out to some mall and he got you a big stuffed hello kitty .

Now when he became really busy he comes home or his office and sees you sleep or cuddle her,he regrets every walking muscle he used that day to get you her.

When he finally gets free and come cuddle you, he can see how upset you are when you look away and ignore him , but of course he knows how to make it up for you( whatever you like).

But after all you guys are cuddling back together and yapping about everything and tell you he misses you and how shity work as always and that he is SORRY.

His favourite thing in cuddle is to eat ice cream with you and get to be babied by you and lay on you and talk about how he would kick that stuffed kitty.

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༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ🎎⋆｡˚(tsukumo)

Sucker for cuddles or any affection from you , and since he needs alot of comfort that could help improve your relationship better! like when he feels comfortable he gets to open up and brake the personality.

Likes it even more when you’re on top of him with the prettiest thing to wear taking a little picture with his camera he got for you as a girl to get your memories together! looking so beautiful gorgeously delicious .

Would adore any and every thing you do and say to make him feel better in your arms and when someone else says something else he pull “but my wife said yes”.

Drive him crazy is the best part about it for him ,like slowly and gently take off his mask off of him and doing his skin care for him or try a trick or makeup.

And when you guys are almost asleep he talks about his behind the scenes stuff then both of.

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🍯. ݁˖ . 🎯݁༉‧₊˚.(Honey)

He doesn’t even try do denie it he loves being thrown in your arms in any change “ so i cut my finger accidentally while playing cards” “how did you?.-” “so you’re not gonna hug me and kiss me and tell me im gonna b alright?”.

A simple guy used to start his day by skincare routine and then just continue his day,but that was along time ago now he won’t even leave the bed just to hold you even more “no babe it’s cold,it’s winter, we will get sick”.

Everything you do is this guy’s favourite thing no matter what is it,but what about what he does? he likes having you oh him as he kisses you on your forehead and your neck then starts tweaking on your smell.

And plump on your back until you sleep.

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hope you liked it 💋!.

[maxmoffs]

anyways , this is long but appreciate u listen to me yap! haha i will be super busy leading up to christmas due to work and family commitments! so i wanted to properly share and thank every single one of you right now, lowkey got inspired by @mercred with this . my little christmas + new year goodness and positivity mantra going into 2025 . writing is super special to me as someone who loves to act and create stories! on top of that, i am and have been known to be often times a bubbly person and just isn’t afraid to share (sometimes a little too much haha) because i always love inviting people and grew up this way, to be welcoming and inclusive of others always. so i know i share my gratitude excessively sometimes, which i will now refrain from doing going forward & treat this as my last ever, but know that it truly comes from love and from an experienced tumblr rp-er from the past who has left the rpc. of course if you’d been here from when i re-entered and re-introduced wanda , U know that it was just two months ago hahah, literally . but if you’re new here , hi im ellie! and I literally have re-entered the rpc world after 4-5 yrs , and idk how long im going to be here but it has been such a blast this time around and have been so endearing to have had been welcomed with wanda , i love wanda so very much . i have much to say about her always , If that isn’t already obvious with my 273930302 headcanon yaps about her . and i just want to say that in the short span of time that had been already , despite my slow progression of really just having a good time here , I just ADORE and thank YOU for appreciating my portrayal of wanda , it means truly a lot . amongst many characters i love in general and that i could see myself writing , she is on top with them , and everyone else who has Wanda and their own interpretation are all so incredible, im obsessed with her comics , and will always fight for her recognition while her character becomes more popular these days because of marvel’s media presence, and im just really glad you guys are as enthusiastic about her just as much as i am . not that i need to prove how much I love her or know about her , but genuinely appreciate that you guys let me talk your ear of about her and my other muses , . but to wrap it all up like a present , i love YOU all vv much , im so grateful so far , compared to my previous time on tumblr in the past , I was shy and really rarely wrote with ppl bc what a toxic scary cliquey place it can be as well , but having experienced this much love , understanding , patience & warmth since my psa post . seriously , it has been such a healing experience to be back in this space so welcomed and excited , and also pleasure to now see and be surrounded by such kind souls who quote literally just wanna vibe and write . which is what I love the most. thank you for making me feel welcomed here . tumblr do be a scary place but yall make it so bearable and want to stay , i promise that going into the new year as im still around my mantra will be , even if idk for how long it could be , [ is to just have fun ] , bc like i said , coming back into rpc in general really was not in my cards this year like i have no idea why but i have been enjoying it and just basking in the light of it all , bc my inkling to just write again through an avenue that wasn’t my journal or my work, has been so strongly embedded in me , that i wanted to exude my love for writing somewhere I can be expressive with . at times i can be sporadic due to my schedules but also that life is life, do know that i will always BE 100% when i am around and know that i love to write every single one of my characters and that you are so loved here . this space will. ALWAYS be safe and welcoming , because i know and have experienced the other end of that stick plenty of times before , and will always create a fun experience with my writing ♥️ . a thousand thank you’s from me and wanda hexing you with hearts rn .

love ellie ! 🫧

[rosierdrs]

! ‎WELCOME ‎ TO ‎@ROSIERSDRS 𖦹 ‎ LOCK BOX ‎ !

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hello there , please feel free to call me koia or samson ! these are names i use in my dr’s or online - and i am a film studies graduate , beginner tarot reader , resident cinephile + just a overall lover of spiritually and astronomy , such as space , horoscopes or shifting !

i just want a place to share my thoughts and be myself as much as i can , in a space that is wholly mine ! i am a little all over the place , a self certified cinephile + whimsy person ! very quiet , but chronically online with a constant need to yap to anyone who will listen , doing it in a void is no fun at all ! i have been on tumblr before but not for a long time , so im excited to talk about shifting again , to people who actually care or shift !

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ok , so here is a little bit about me overall ! lets introduce some of my favourite things — making many playlists / pinterest boards ( often around my drs ) , noah kahan , mitski , autumn , harry potter ( not the author , just the world ) , fantasy books , the stars and moon , certain foreign movies ( stories like minari , parasite and rec are ones i can think of currently ) + tarot cards / chanelling

due to my background in cinema + the history of film , i watch a lot of films ( i only started to track them towards the end of this year ) so i have probably watched a lot more, but i have so far tracked 150 ! my top four on letterboxd are probably not what you would expect from a film student , but i am not ashamed of the films . . . wild robot ( i will hear no complaints about animated films , it was magnificent + i have currently watched it three times , im in love ) , miss peregrines home for peculiar children , parasite + fruitvale station ! with a honourable mention to the ballard of songbirds and snakes , who resided on my list for the best part of a year !

⋆✶ films and characters that i relate to the most are : remus lupin ( harry potter ) - reading obsessed + grandpa jumpers oh yes , sam ( that christmas ) , fawn ( tinkerbell ) , luisa ( encanto ) , susan ( narnia ) , kiki ( kiki’s delivery service ) , edmund ( narnia ) and hanna ( pll ) , luna lovegood ( harry potter ) — wide mix of characters , but basically people who have two very different sides to them or go on a journey of discovery !

dni with my account if - your a anti shifter , you don’t agree or like who i shift for ! or just basic dni — just be a decent person please ! i will not follow you back or interact if your a minor , as im 22 and we also have nothing in common !

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✶ ‎ ‘AUT ‎ VIAM ‎ INVENIAM ‎ AUT ‎FACIAM’ ‎ ‘i will find a way or i will make a way’

i have been involved in the shifting community since the end of 2019 / early 2020 ( survived early shifttok ) and now i am avoiding shifttwt as much as i can ! i have many desired realities + different lives that i live around the multiverse — which i cannot wait to experience ! recently shifting has been a slight love / hate relationship & i am trying to find my way back , to loving it as fully as i did before i lost my motivation ! i am coming back into shifting with a brand new mindset & i can’t wait to document it all here 𖦹

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✶ ‎PROFESSORS ‎ REALITY ‎｡⋆ - ‎ circa 1998 , professor at hogwarts. teach herbology , help with potions. follows canon between 1980 + 1998, i come back to teach after the second war , to help the best that i can in a bad situation.

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✶ ‎ART ‎HEIST ‎BABY REALITY ‎｡⋆ - circa 1990’s , various places around the world , mostly america. art heist group , led by a ex aristocrat + his two gay bestfriends , dealing with art galleries all over america. i end up following a leaflet + interviewing for a place on the team accidentally as i needed more money ! my skills are put to use very quickly to help with the heist. fanfiction inspired reality.

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✶ ‎BRITISH BAKE‎ OFF REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 2024 , scotland + the big white tent for 10 weeks , a lot of competition , budding friendship + romance in a tense but exciting environment, filmed / documented for the public.

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✶ ‎SCREEN WRITING REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 2008 , mostly in london. screenwriter , freelance editor , studied film and i help out in the industry the best that i can. im well known in the industry , many connections to people in the film industry.

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✶ ‎BETTER CR REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 2024 , ideal better life , social media creator , videographer , working at america summer camps , travelling the world in a mini van with my favourite people by my side , videoing for youtube !

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✶ ‎MARVEL REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 2020 , adoptive child of tony stark , post endgame , certain aspects are changed - i have superpowers + my hero name is web. a stark , loves reading + time with my siblings in the tower.

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✶ ‎SCHOOL OF GOOD AND EVIL REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 1985 , nature + elemental magic , turn into a cat + love any form of nature , can talk to animals. im a part of school for good , spend a lot of time with my friends in evil.

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✶ ‎CONCERT REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 2022 , similar to better cr - concert chaser. work in social media , following the eras tour , meeting my favourite people , fan projects + time in other countries , travel around the world for concerts.

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✶ ‎CRIMINAL MINDS REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 2008, quantico fbi quarters. american , with a mastery in psychology and previous experience in the fbi in nyu , recruited by strauss herself. field agent + analyst in the office , work with garcia a lot , but can help in field if needed. mostly canon events.

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✶ ‎MARAUDERS WAITING ROOM REALITY ｡⋆ - circa 1980’s , small scottish village , recently graduated from hogwarts , no war or adult pressure , just fun + volunteering. space to grow + be ourselves , discovering who we are !

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✶ ‎SMALL TOWN GROUP DR ｡⋆ - circa 2024 , bookshop worker in a small town in america , magical town with my friends , we can change into animagus’s , very calm and unproblematic , old + full of history. live close to bestfriends.

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have a look at the rest of my drs ( i have a lot of them so , sorry ia ) and im so excited to explore them all ! + i cannot wait to yap sm.

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anyway if your still here , thankyou ( this took so much time ) + here is a cookie 🍪 — go and shift now , i believe in y’all so much ! i cannot wait to hear all of your stories <333

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[bootswiththefur565]

Dead Ends (CreepyPasta + Marble Hornets x OC)

Is blood truly thicker than water? Which is more important? If family anything more than individual's one shares genes with?

Clara Heart is a young adult girl that wasn't dealt with the best of cards. With humble beginnings, she starts a new life with her half sister. What happens when a friend from the past comes by offering strange opportunities?

This story is fan fiction and has romantic subplot. It contains themes of violence, gore, cursing, abusive relationships, sexual harassment, and plenty disorders. More tags will be added as the story continues. All characters belong to their rightful owners, the only ones I own are as follows: Clara Heart, Soraya Heart, and Jennifer O’Riely

Heads Up:

Hey! This isn't my first time writing, but it is my very first time posting anything. Please be patient with me while I learn through trial and error. I am open to criticism, I know I'll definitely need it, just please be polite. I am also dyslexic so I know this fic won't be perfect. This story has been on my mind forever now and I have been dying to put it in writing. I am creating this story with the help and influence from my cousin and we are both happy to share it with you.

Just to clear things up, I know that both Masky and Hoodie are from Marble Hornets and weren't proxies. In this story all of the events that took place in Marble Hornets are cannon. The things that I changed was the fact that Brian was brought back to life and eventually both Masky and Hoodie were dragged and brainwashed into becoming proxies.

I will add more to this chapter if necessary, sorry for yapping so much. Enjoy the story.

Chapter 1 Once met, never forgotten..

(Last heads up for the chapter, I picked the titles for chapters off of stoneletters.com)

Somewhere in West Virginia, off of route 52 was a quaint little dinner. Although today it was seen as a shelter from an unrelenting storm. Inside, the scent in the air was sickeningly sweet. Mindless chatter filled the space and waiters and waitresses buzzed about. Just because it was a rainy day does not mean that the old Walkman Diner wasn’t busy, it was always busy. The sticky checkered floor, the red booth seats, and the old, framed band posters came straight out of the 80’s. The diner had been frozen in time despite it being the early 2000’s.

The rain pelted the windows of the diner hard and people rushed in seeking shelter from the storm. In walked three individuals who looked worse for wear. The first man, was maybe around twenty two to twenty four years old. He was average height, maybe slightly taller than average. He wore a beige jacket with brown stripes on the sleeves and a blue hood peaking out. His black jeans were torn and looked washed out. His hair was brunette and had a slight curl to it. Although it was hard to tell due to it being soaked by the rain. His eyes were dark and he had slight stubble that lined the edge of his jaw. His skin was pale, so pale he almost looked grey. He looked relatively average other than the bandage that took up most of his left cheek. There was also a scar cutting through his left eye brow. His expression was tired looking, although every now and then he would quirk his head to the side or grimace.

On his left side was a much taller man who wore a pale yellow hoodie. His hair was hot toffee color and was a little on the shorter side. His eyes were a pretty hazel, and seemed to flick back and forth between his two companions. He seemed to be a little more fit then his counterpart’s more slender figure. He had a wider frame with broader shoulders. He wore a big smile on his face that revealed a little gap between his two front teeth. As he mentioned something to his pale friend his smile grew wider. He had a skinny, pencil mustache that had a slit in it right above his cupids bow. It was hard to miss. The man was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties.

On the right of the man with a bandaged face was a slightly stockier man. Her wore minuted orange jacket with his hands in it’s pockets. Underneath he wore a black T-shirt that went well with his dark blue jeans. His jaw was clenched and his chestnut gaze narrowed at the man in the yellow hoodie. His hair was black and he had noticeable side burns on his face. Ebony hair sweeping in front of his eyes, it looked damp. Like his yellow hoodie wearing counterpart, he was also maybe late twenties or early thirties.

Quickly seeing the new individuals, a young waitress briskly approached them, picking up three menus on her way over to them. She was average height and had brunette, wavy hair that was put up in a messy ponytail. Her overgrown curtain bangs bounced as she walked, her hips moved elegantly with each step. A tired smile pulled at her lips as her honey brown eyes glazed over the rain-soaked individuals.

“Hello,” she greeted, “Welcome to The Walkman diner. Will it just be the three of you?”

“Oh uh, yes!”, the man in the yellow hoodie answered with an excited politeness.

“Alrighty, just follow me.”, the waitress kept her tone soft and sweet as she led the men to a red booth near the entrance.

The pale man sat across from his two companions. The man in the yellow hoodie shared simple pleasantries with the brunette waitress before she left to go get their drinks.

“Tim, you already had two cups of coffee before we left this morning. Are you really going to have another one?”,the man in the yellow hoodie questioned with a small chuckle, he had a subtle southern undertone.

“Don’t piss me off Brian, it’s bad enough that we’re soaked from being outside.”,Tim stated begrudgingly as he shot Brian a scowl.

“And now we’re gonna enjoy some decent breakfast.. hopefully.” Brian countered with an joking tone as he spared a glance at the dirty checkered floor.

“If -FUCK- I find a -shitWHORE- b-band aide in muh-my food again, I’m gun-gonna smash -FUCK- her fuh-face in it.”, the pale man spoke with an unamused tone as his face rapidly turned to the side. The quick movement caused his neck to let out a popping sound.

The brunette’s jerky movements and random outbursts of cursing drew in the attention of others in the diner. Waiters and waitresses side-eyed him as they passed by. People seated close to the three men would not-so-subtly glance over. This caused Tim to meet the gaze of the nosy onlookers with a glare. The dark circles around his eyes and the scowl that sat upon his face conveyed his message all the better: Mind ‘yer fucking business.

“Don’t worry Toby this diner is in a much better area, plus it’s packed in here so it must mean the food is decent.”, Brian reasoned with what seemed like an ever present smile.

“Or people are just trying to get out of the rain.”,Tim mumbled from underneath his breath.

Soon enough the brunette waitress came back with their drinks. She set the hot coffee down by Tim, a water by Brian, and a glass of orange juice by Toby. Brian was the only one to say thank you, although the rudeness of the other two individuals didn’t seem to phase her. She was indeed a seasoned waitress. Briskly, she took out a tiny note pad and a red pen, ready to take their orders. Toby, ordered scrambled eggs with two hash browns and some toast. Brian ordered a full stack of pancakes while Tim ordered a western omelette. Once again, the waitress was off to go place their orders.

“She’s gonna spit in your food.”,Brian said with a hearty laugh as he took a sip of his water.

“I’d like to see her try.”,Tim shot back as he narrowed his chestnut eyes at the black coffee set before him.

Toby simply took a quick glance at the glass of orange juice set before him before picking up the glass and drinking about half of the cup. Shakily, he set the glass down on the table with a content sigh.

“For someone so worried about finding shit in their food, you really sucked down that OJ.”,Tim stated nonchalantly as he rose his cup of coffee to his lips, ready to take a sip.

Toby was ready to clap back with a snarky response, although a tic beat him to it. His face grimaced before his head once again turned to the side in a rapid manner. Once he recovered Brian had already started talking.

“Let’s refrain from being snappy towards one other, we’re gonna have to put up with each another for at least a month.”, Brian reasoned as he glanced at Toby before his hazel eyes landed on Tim.

“Better not be for a month, Aibell better wrangle up these new proxies and do it quick.”, Tim spoke, the unamused tone in his voice was evident now more than ever.

“She will, she knows one of them doesn’t she?”, Brian inquired with a raised brow.

“Yeah, -shitWHORE- sh-she wus-was in the ps-psych ward with -Watch the road- the ol-older one.”,the pale man said as he once again involuntarily grimaced.

“Aibell said she’ll be easy to convince, the younger one she wasn’t so sure about.”,Tim said as he took another sip of his coffee.

The brunette waitress came to the window by the kitchen and tapped her foot impatiently. It was rush hour and all the extra people in the diner made the place humid and hot. Her honey brown eyes would flick from the crowed diner booths to the kitchen window every couple of seconds.

“Bobby are any of my orders ready?”,she asked with a nervous tone, her brows nit with worry.

“Cool it Clarabelle.”, a middle aged man called back with a gravelly tone.

“Clara, it’s just Clara.”,Clara chastised as her eyes narrowed in the direction of the voice. Her frustration and impatience were bubbling to a head.

“With them thick thighs you could have convinced me that you were a cow.”,he teased as he let out a deep chuckle before continuing, “If your gonna look like one, I’ll name you after one.”

Clara rolled her honey brown eyes, a small frown tugged at her lips. The brunette was used to the unprofessional comments, especially from the cook, Bobby. She did have a slightly curvy figure, but nothing he said was anything she hadn’t heard one time or another. Finally, a man with a round face appeared through the kitchen opening, placing three plates of food on the counter. He had baby blue eyes and a balding head of greasy blonde hair. His nose was fairly large, and he often had a wide smile that revealed yellow, chipped teeth. A smile that he now presented to Clara.

“Better get moving Clarabelle, them people are hungry.”, he taunted in a southern tone before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Fuck you.”,the brunette snapped in a hushed tone as she grabbed the plates and placed them on a tray.

She walked back into the front of the diner, the humidity felt somehow worse then before. She flashed one of her fellow waitresses a quick smile as she passed by. The rain was still coming down heavy and her shift had just begun, it was going to be a long day.

[jezebelblues]

sorry if this is personal but how did u get an adhd diagnosis? like, i know if its from childhood u have to get it re-diagnosed in adulthood??? i could be completely wrong but i’ve always suspected i had adhd and i’m 22 now and idk how to move forward if that makes sense.

u can totally ignore this ask if it’s weird, i know ur not a doctor but im asking for ur experience i guess

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hello!! not too personal at all! i yap about adhd too much to sit here and say its too personal to talk about <3 i’m an open book fr

so, i can’t speak on childhood diagnoses/re-diagnosis because i wasn’t diagnosed until april of this year !! (21).

i will say that it’s an extremely hard, tedious and annoying process. i think it really depends on where you live in the world but for example, i live in the u.s (the midwest specifically)

i started seeking a diagnosis at 19 (freshman year of college) and was kinda sorta lied to. my pcp at the time blatantly told me that pcp’s can’t diagnose adhd, and it can only be done by a psychiatrist (which is the fattest lie. they just don’t don’t like getting involved since there’s so much red-tape when it comes to adhd + stimulant medication. i wholeheartedly believed this man until my current provider told me that he straight up lied).

then there was 3 years of waitlists, (literal years. was placed on a waitlist for 2 different practices that had a year long wait and neverrrr heard back from them) and a new pcp that outright said they don’t mess with adhd at all (at least they were honest). but that changed when i switched my pcp (AGAIN) at the beginning of this year to a very lovely woman who is still my provider today <3

it took from feb ‘24 to the end of april ‘24 to get an official diagnosis. (expect a series assessments. some even ask for school report card records/references to attest to your behavior.) and then i didn’t even get to start stimulant medication(s) till june.

i think as an adult (especially as women) it’s a lot harder to get a diagnosis due to the threat of addiction + women commonly get misdiagnosed for bipolar or depression (etc) instead of adhd.

professionals are still actively studying and researching adhd. the majority of these studies (and the ones in the past) have been on men. just some food for thought.

i know it kinda seems disheartening but remember to advocate for yourself <3 (there’s a big difference between self advocacy and self diagnosis. be kind to yourself!)

i nearly gave up on trying before i finally found the right provider and now i’m so glad i didn’t !! i had my two refusals (not even a test was done, literally just outright refusals) before i was finally listened to :) the process can be soso invalidating but don’t be discouraged.

u got this 🫶🏻

[thekinkyleopard]

Meet Me in VIP

An Alistar x Reader Fic (1st person POV)

Gender Neutral Reader

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Mind Control, Manipulation, Degradation, Smut

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Author’s Notes: Here we are…you and me…in the dimly lit atmosphere of our safe space…I know what you’ve come here for. Yeah..I got the goods…(I tried my best to write this from a non gender specific POV, so hopefully everyone can enjoy <3 ) @aller-geez did the cover art 🥵

Description: You, the reader, have seen a certain, intriguing man enter the establishment and sit VIP, night after night. Every so often, he makes eye contact with you..why? Better yet, why do you feel so compelled to go over there? Something about those daunting red eyes…they drew you in.

There he is again…it’s been two weeks, the man with red hair and red eyes was back. There was something ominous about him…something I just couldn’t place. Every now and then, I’d catch him staring at me, but almost like…he was waiting for me to notice him. Like, it wasn’t efficient enough if I didn’t make contact, but it was so hard, how could I? I was but a nobody bartender, here to do my job and go back home afterwards. Tonight was different though, he was staring right at me, I could feel his gaze burning holes into the sides of my head. Surely every time I looked up, there he was. Staring at me. Our eyes made direct contact and the breath in my throat caught, chills ran down my spine. He was perceiving me. Shaking my head I looked back over to the end of the bar where a new customer slid up to the counter, tapping the wood for my attention. I hate when they do that.

Swallowing the sigh I desperately wished to release, I carried myself over to the middle aged man. “Hey, yeah can I uh…” he squinted over at the taps. “Gimme the Coors on tap,” basically acting like I wasn’t a real person in front of him, as he turned to his buddy yapping on about some incomprehensible redneck nonsense. I was just here to do my job. Grabbing a fresh cold mug, and pulling it up to the proper tap. I hated pouring tap because some people were so picky about their pour, I’m just praying this guy isn’t a foam lover. Making sure the hetero gets his money’s worth is important to me, cause then he won’t bug me. I brought the fresh beer over to the dude and he looked me up and down before handing me a visa. “Keep it open,” we exchanged goods, I took the card, considered committing fraud as I usually do, only to put it safely in the register, because lord knows I’m too lazy to cover my tracks on something like that.

But as I turned around to put the card away, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, my heart racing, and found myself face to face with the red-eyed man. His hand was cold, like ice, and his grip was firm. My mind raced with fear and confusion. How did he get so close without me noticing? What did he want from me? "You should be careful, my dear," he said in a low, ominous voice. "There are dangerous people around here." I felt his breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My body froze with fear, and I couldn't find the words to respond. He let go of my shoulder and stepped back, his eyes piercing into mine. "I'll be waiting for you," he said before turning around and walking back to the VIP section.

I stood there, trembling with fear and confusion. Who was this man? What did he want from me? Was I in danger? There was something about those eyes that kept drawing me in. Calling for me. Beckoning me to follow him to the VIP lounge. I tried to shake the feeling off, but it lingered like a bad taste in my mouth. Every time I looked over, the red-eyed man was staring at me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. I tried to distract myself by checking on the other patrons, but my mind kept drifting back to him. Who was he? Why was he so fixated on me? As the night wore on, I couldn't resist the urge to sneak a glance at him every now and then. And every time I did, he was still staring at me, a slight smirk on his lips.

As the bar started to fill up with more night life patrons, I finally mustered up the courage to approach him. "Can I get you anything else?" I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. He held up a glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving mine. "You know what I want," he said, his voice sending chills down my spine. My breath caught in the base of my throat and I tried my best to swallow it.

"W-What do you mean? Is there a regular drink you order? Im sorry Im not aware...." I started nervously, my hands instinctively coming up to fidget with each other, picking at my nails.

"Don't play coy now, little cub, I've seen your eyes dancing over me through out the night...I've told you...I'm dangerous, you have no idea what I'm capable of," his voice was sharp like a knife, it cut through my very soul and as those cherry eyes bore down on me I suddenly felt very small. I couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards him, even though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run. I could feel his power, his dominance, and it sent a thrill down my spine. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to play it cool. But his gaze was too intense, too penetrating, and I felt like he could see right through me.

"I think you do," he said with a sly smile. "And I think you want it just as much as I do."

My heart was pounding in my chest as he leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck. "Do you want to know what it feels like to be with an Anti-Christ?" he whispered. I tried to resist him, but his words were like a drug, intoxicating me with desire and fear. Without realizing it, my body was moving closer to him, my hand reaching up to touch his fiery red hair.

He leaned in further and I could feel his lips grazing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You belong to me now," he whispered. And I knew he was right. I was his, completely and utterly. As he pulled away, his red eyes bore into mine, and I could feel the power emanating from him. "Come with me," he said, his hand reaching out to take mine.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with fear and excitement. But as his hand closed around mine, all doubts vanished. I knew I was meant to be with him, to serve him, to worship him. He led me to the VIP lounge, where he sat me down on a plush sofa, his hand never leaving mine. As he poured us each a glass of whiskey, I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. "Drink," he said, his voice low and commanding. Obediently, I took a sip of the liquid gold, my eyes still locked on his. I could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through my body, loosening my inhibitions and making me feel bold and daring. "You're not like the others," he said, his voice softening. "There's something special about you."

I didn't know what to say. I felt like I was in a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from. "I don't understand," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want from me?"

He leaned in, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. "You," he said, his voice laced with desire. "I want to show you things you've never even dreamed of." And with that, he kissed me, his lips soft and demanding. I melted into his embrace, my body yearning for him as our mouths clashed with fervor.

His hand trailed down my back, I could feel the heat rising between us. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to him. I surrendered myself to him completely, my body responding to his every touch. His hands were strong and rough, but he knew exactly how to make me feel alive. I could feel his power coursing through me, making me feel invincible.

As we entwined ourselves further, I couldn't help but wonder what this would mean for me. Was I really ready to give myself over to this man? In the dimly lit scene of this VIP lounge? But as his lips found their way back to mine, tongues clashing in a feverish dance, I realized that it didn't matter. In that moment, all that mattered was him.

My flattened palms slid down his perfectly sculpted, but clothed chest, finding their way to the buttons on his jeans. I could feel him pressing up against me, his body responding to my touch. Taking a deep breath, I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand down inside, feeling for him. He let out a low guttural groan as my hand brushed against his hardened length, and I couldn't help but smile to myself pure ecstasy flooding through my bloodstream.

I slipped my hand up and down his shaft, my fingers playing with the tip, squeezing my palm against the ridges there of his cut cock, making him shudder and grunt in my arms. With a shock, I realized that even though I was doing the work, he was the one pleasuring me. My body clenched as he massaged my chest through my thin work button up and played with my nipples, sending heat and electricity through my body.

Tenderly, I slipped his cock out through the hole in his newly unzipped pants, revealing the aching member. His biceps bulged out from his body, and his chest was sculpted like a Greek god. I leaned in closer, pressing our torsos together, his grip around my waist tightened as he let out of a soft groan "Your hands feel incredible...it makes me ever so curious about that mouth," his other hand coming up to lift my chin delicately in the grip of his index and thumb. A bright vermillion blush spread across my cheeks, was I really ready to do this? Risk my job and reputation? Was I really going to suck off a demon? My bright curious eyes looked up into the tantalizing ruby reds, and in that one instant, it was all incredibly clear to me. I was absolutely going to make this man cum, in my mouth, on my face, over my chest, it didnt matter where, but I was absolutely feral to see that face twist up in pure pleasure. I hesitated still, my mind was ready but my body, froze.

"Does my little cub need some convincing?" Alistar's voice was sinister again, that same dark aura floating over him like it did when he approached at the bar.

"I-..." His hands came down onto my shoulders and in a sudden flash, I was shoved aggressively down to my knees, face to face with the demon's large twitching length. "Wow...." I whispered out loud, unaware I'd even done it.

"You like that, do you?" his voice was dark and poorly concealed, and it made my nether regions tingle, a sharp spark shooting down my spine.

"You're big," I whispered, my nerves ebbing away and being replaced with confidence as his grip tightened on my shoulders.

"You better get to work then," he said forcefully, "I haven't got all night to sit here and wait for you, and I'd be more than happy to take you out back and fuck you if you don't start sucking."

Terrified again by the sound of his very serious voice, I looked up at those blood red eyes, and his expression softened just for a second. "Beg me," he said, his words again softer, "Beg me to let you suck my cock."

"Please," I said, my voice cracking as I spoke, I could feel the heat rising up my throat, nearly choking me as it did. "Let me suck your cock...I want it so bad...you have no idea..." the words that came out of my throat were pathetic, my tone laced with carnal desire.

"That's it," he said, a smirk slowly spreading across his face, "I knew you had it in you."

His grip loosened on my shoulders, and one hand came down to roughly grip my hair in a fistful at the base of my skull. "That's my good little toy," he said, his voice incredibly devious, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely above a moan as I looked up at him. My heart was racing in my chest, and my knees were shaking, the act of making him cum was more intense than anything I had ever felt in my life.

"Good," he said, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, "Now go on, show me what you can do."

My tongue rolled out across my lips, ready to embrace him. The taste of him, as my tongue first rolled over his tip, was hot, and bitter, like a strong copper taste. I was surprised at how good it was, allowing it to slip past my delicately pink lips encasing the first half of the organ. I could hear the gruffs of pleasure escaping through his gritted teeth.

His hand remained in my hair as my lips closed around his cock, his grip tightening as he urged me closer. "That's it," he said, his voice low and penetrating, "Just like that, I knew you'd be a natural."

My eyes fluttered closed as I took more of him in, trying to fit him into my mouth without gagging. I'd never had a cock this big in my mouth before. "I- I can't..." I tried to pull back, but he had me fast by the back of my hair.

"Don't you dare stop," he moaned, his head tilting back, "I'm not finished with you yet, not by a long shot." Words sinister, and with that, my mouth was forced down his shaft again, and I found myself struggling to take in anymore. Gagging gently with a muffled cough, I could hear his breath quickening, and I could taste the clear sign of pre-cum leaking down my throat as he pulled my head closer to him.

"That's it...take it all," he growled, groaning in pleasure.

Gasping for breath as my lips finally reached the base of his cock, I slowly pulled up, letting out a long, heavy exhale through my nostrils. "That's it, that's my little plaything," he whispered, "Now open your throat, I know you can take me all the way."

He saw something in me that I didn't even know I had in me. Excitement washed over my body, and a sharp heat raced through my loins as I felt my head forced towards his length. I closed my eyes, and slowly I opened my mouth, letting out a wisp of air. As the head of his cock pressed against my tongue, I could feel my throat opening up, and inch by inch, he pressed me down on his hard desperate shaft. Gagging and struggling to breathe, I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it picked up it's pace. I was taking my time at this point, and suddenly it wasn't enough.

The demon's grip in my hair tightened, and with one quick thrust, he had me down on his dick once more, pressing my lips against his pubic bone, moaning lightly as he let out a soft "You're doing well for a beginner….”

Looking up at him, he pulled me right back off with an audible pop, I could see his smile, and the look of pure pleasure emblazoned across his face. I'd never seen a man so dangerous in the throws of pleasure before. It intrigued me. It drew me in. I needed more.

"More?" he asked, his voice deep, and lustful.

"Please," I said, closing my eyes, "I want it, give it to me."

He chuckled, and with an alarming amount of speed and power, he pulled me down on his cock again. Now, he was going fast, too fast. I was shaking with exertion, and my legs were feeling unstable even at my knees. Still, I was loving it. I was angry at myself for loving it so much. The heat in my lower abdomen was spreading up higher and higher, and my body was slowly beginning to respond, my under stimulated but overtly desperate groin begging to be touched. I blushed, oh god, I was aching so much! My body was impassioned through his pleasure and rough treatments, and it made it even harder to breath, as I felt his cock push against my throat again.

"You're such a good little toy," he spoke in a sultry tone.

"A- a goo little tob?" I tried to respond, words muffled by the insistent length pushing its way through my mouth, my body shuddering in pleasure, my nethers quivered with ever-growing desire.

"Yes," he spoke, his voice sending thrills through me, "A good little toy. You're going to make me cum and I'm going to fill you up, and it's going to feel amazing for me,”

"Oh god," I said, "Oh god, I want you to fill my throat please..." I had no idea where the words that had escaped my lips had come from, but they were out there now, and the demon grinned a wicked sneer.

"Good," he said, his voice laced with a sinister pleasure, and with a quick jerk of his hips, he pulled me right down onto his cock again, and I felt the head of his leaking length press against the entrance to my throat. Erratically he pressed his hips into my face, repeatedly my hole aching to be touched, my body desperate to be fucked, but this wasn't about me tonight, clearly. This was all about the red eyed demon who could get me to do whatever he pleased with one blink of those Ruby orbs.

I could feel the hot, salty juices of his thick cock grow hotter as he pumped it in and out of my mouth. I wanted him to cum. I needed him to cum. It was so close, but he needed something else."Please," I whimpered loosely like the pathetic slut I'd proved myself to be in this moment. The other patrons of the bar oblivious this whole time to the activities inside the darkened lounge.

"Oh, I'm going to cum…." he said roughly, one hand pulling my head in even tighter, and his other forcibly clasped on the back of my neck as he pressed me further onto his cock. I could feel the head of his dick head touching the very back of my throat, and with a low growl, he came.

The taste was unmistakeable and powerful. It was warm, and thick, and salty, and it flooded my mouth as he unleashed his load like a fire hose against the back of my tongue. In one hard, gagging blow, I felt my throat open up to accept his seed.

"That's it," he said, his exploded length pumping more and more of that hot liquid into my mouth. I could feel it spilling out from the sides of my lips, and pooling on my tongue with the rest, my mouth feeling like it was beginning to overflow as it dripped down my chin.

The demon finally pulled out, and I gasped for air, coughing heavily as his seed spilled out of my mouth and fell down my nice work shirt. I was completely covered in his creamy, hot cum, and I couldn't believe the absolute mess he had made of me.

"You're going to wear that," he said, "You're going to go out there and show them what a slut you are," He grinned with a darkened gaze, as he gave me a long, slow stroke of his cock making sure to milk every last drop out of it.

"Yes," I said, carefully licking away the hot juices on my lips. "I'll show them….” Speaking shyly like I hadn’t just done what I had.

"Good pet, Now go....you have things to do, those drinks aren't going to serve themselves," laughing menacingly while stuffing his now flaccid length back into the boundaries of his pants. I slowly stood up, I looked around to see that there surprisingly wasn't an audience of people recording them, thankfully. My gaze turned back to that of the demon man, the nerves slowly taking over me again. "What do you say?" he narrowed his eyes and raised a thin red brow.

"Thank you...." nodding my head gently.

"Thank you....what?" his voice still laced with darkness, never allowing me to forget exactly who held all the cards in his hand.

"Thank you, Sir," I spoke sheepishly, trying my best to avoid his gaze but finding myself still drawn to it.

"That's my good slut," he said, looking down at my cum covered shirt, and licking his lips with a devilish grin. "Now go. Get back to work."

I slowly made my way back to the bar as a flurry of thoughts ran through my mind. Suddenly, I felt so slutty with this magical liquid dripping from my body, and the smell of his seed filling my nostrils. It was so hot, being used like a whore, and it was making me feel so good. Maybe I was becoming more depraved than I'd ever thought possible.

It was still early, the night was just picking up. I'd only been gone for half an hour, and I was glad to be back behind the bar. The night was only beginning, and I had lots of pent up sexual energy to work off.

The End

Author’s Notes: Okay I’m SO SORRY this is SO late I know it was supposed to be out like two weeks ago? Three? It was hard to write a gender neutral fic so EVERYONE can enjoy blowing Al <3 Full transparency, I did use Sudowrite to help me finish this up 😅 but honestly it came out SO fuckin good 😍 Hope y’all enjoy! I own Alistar :)

[dorkwalf]

Subnautica au part 2

Amy giggles spinning around in her new body suit, solid white with green circles randomly sown on it, making it look bubbly. She laughs as she twirls around in the mirror, grabbing at her long pink quills.

Tails sitting quietly giggling to himself as he looked throw the computer dialogue on the ship his dark blue suit fitting him nicely with gold detailing.

Sonic was nearby chatting with knuckles, his black suit stretched slightly around his legs and the red pattern helping to stand out in the shadow.

Knuckles leans against the wall, his black suit clinging to him tightly, white patterns that match his crescent on his chest and a few other markings around his arms. His purple eye scanning the area.

Lulu walks in and smiles, her tail wagging, "My! My! you are looking fabulous!" lulu walks over toward a different hall "hurry we need to get into the ship and into our places before it launches."

They follow tails and Amy walking ahead with lulu yapping about who know what. Sonic and Knuckles trail behind slowly.

"Sonic" knuckles deep voice rumbles threw the air "are you sure its okay to leave mobius and earth. i mean what if eggman-"

"I trust rouge, omega and shadow" Sonics soft and understanding voice cuts off knuckles "and besides it's only a week. And we had a major battle yesterday and it usually takes him a good month before he gives us a challenge"

Knuckles chuckles "sometimes I forget how smart you are sonic"

Sonic gasps dramatically "are you say you think I'm stupid half the time?"

Knuckles smirks teasingly his fangs shining in the light of the lamps lining the hall as the get closer to massive doors, the doors open revealing the massive AROURA ship. They step out into the open humans moving about everywhere. The ship was massive, a bleach white with a black underside with soft blue lights.

"Oh my....there's so many humans...but where are the mobians?" Amy asked nervously knowing some humans don't think highly of thier race.

"oh, I'm the only mobian that's going to be on the ship. The few other mobains that work here do ground control mostly." lulu replied smiling softly. "don't worry they won't give you any trouble and if they do you come to me. got it?"

Amy smiled up at lulu weakly "thank you"

Tails watches the interaction closely following behind them only to light up and push threw them, his name sakes wagging as he enters the beast of a ship. "woah this is to cool'' Tails leads the way rambling about the tech and utilities, lulu calling out where to turn smiling motherly as she listens.

Sonic catches up with Amy, "you excited?"

Amy looks up smiling brightly "more than you know"

"I'm glad. i asked lulu if you could stay in her room. i know how you are with humans since the incident with commander towers. so, i figured you'd feel better with her than sleeping alone." Sonic smiles down at her hugging her close as they walk.

"Thank you...so much" Amy looks at sonic and smiles weakly.

"Besides you can always come to our room if you need something just make sure to knock first this time~"

Amy laughs at sonics tease remembering the one time she didn't knock tails was recording in the bedroom as sonic and knuckle tussle around ending in a very sus position when they looked surprised towards the door, knuckles ending up on top.

"hay!" lulu cuts the conversation short and holds up key cards as they stop "okay this is yalls rooms, Amy ours is two doors down, try and stay in or near your suits for emergencies and Cafeteras is down the hall to the left. any questions?"

They shake their heads grabbing there key card and heading as lulu and amy walks off to thiers.

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[toyama-division]

In the day of Christmas, there was a giant gift that was laid on the floor. Asato came to the kitchen and saw a suspicious present there. It was not from his grandma based on the tag itself but it was someone else, saying “Your Secret Santa” on it.

He opens it out of curiosity and saw inside is a gift. He opens it again and it was the 2nd wrapped gift. The 3rd time he opens it again, the inside is another wrapped gift and endlessly keeps opening the gifts as it gets decreasingly smaller. Finally, there he holds a small-sized gift box that’s a same size of his hand. How annoying it is to open each gift boxes and a lot of wrapping paper where scattering the floors as if this person is messing with him. He opened the box and what he got is………

a joker card

Yap, this Secret Santa was messing with him some sort of a prank. He thought of throwing it away but there’s actually more to it meets the eye. Asato flipped the card where there’s a note written at the back saying:

“Joking~ the real surprise is this but first, close your eyes and countdown three to one then look behind you. P.S. no peaking or you won’t get it”

He was very suspicious of what comes next or whether they’re telling the truth. Normally he wouldn’t waste his time to bother after all that but his curiosity still aroused him a bit. It better be not another prank or he’ll be so done on Christmas Day. He did as what the note say and as he looked behind, there’s a picture frame of a 3D nature scenery hanging on the wall. He couldn’t believe it how it got there for 3 seconds. Also there’s another note that’s stuck in the corner of the frame and took it out and read:

“Merry Christmas Asato-kun~⭐️ forgive my genuine gesture to prank you in this fine day but trust me this your real gift. As apathetic as you who likes farming and nature, I thought of you might enjoy looking at this frame. I hope you like it and have a wonderful Christmas. Another P.S. A magician like me would not reveal my trick on how I hanged that picture on the wall or how much that costed. If you don’t like from where I placed, you can move it somewhere else, yourself”

...

"Asato!? What is this mess?"

The call of his grandmother's voice finally peeled the farmer's attention away to look at her standing confused in the doorway. Although Asato may have been in his own world looking at the amazing nature sculpture hanging on the wall, he was in fact surrounded by many, many boxes and wrapping paper scraps all scattered around him (and somehow in his hair too). No doubt, a mess that the old woman was beginning to fret over. Asato was oblivious to his earlier annoyances from unwrapping so many boxes and simply pointed at his gift.

"Secret santa."

"That's not what I'm talking about! You can't just leave this... Mess. Clean it up before your team gets here, okay?"

Quietly, Asato watches as the old woman slides the fusuma door shut. Once the footsteps fade away, he looks back to the gift. Slowly, he reaches out and resumes his staring and prodding at the new gift, trying to figure out how it had gotten there without him noticing. The wrapping paper could be dealt with later, he thinks.

Thank you for the gift! I wonder how many total boxes Asato had to go through... A rare moment for him to feel annoyed lol