#i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart !

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"I bet on losing dogs"

ok this is like my first time actually writing anything EVER, and I don't know how to work tumblr or make this aesthetic so bare with me pls!! I keep seeing yandere batfam x neglected reader and I have had so many ideas so I'm giving this a shot! The reader is referred to with female pronouns but you can imagine it different if you want :) Reader is 2 years older than Damian and is 15 at the start of the story. Damian is 13. Dick is around 10 years older than reader, making him 25 right now. Jason is 8 years older than reader, making him 23. Tim is 2 years older than reader making him 17. Cass is 4 years older than reader and is 19. Stephanie is 3 years older than reader and is 18. Barbra is around 8 years older, making her 23! Bruce is around 35-40ish??? All just kinda guesses to make the plot and dynamics more clear, lmk if you have any questions!!

This is the prolouge and it kinda sucks so pls be nice. Hearts and comments are appreciated. If it's bad ignore it, english isn't my first language.

You couldn't understand it. You aren't a bad kid, so why were you treated like one? Why did your father treat you like the bane of his existence? Why did your older brothers see you as nothing more than dirt at the bottom of their shoes, a ghost in the manor, a blemish on their picture perfect family of misfits. You tried so so hard to fit in, to be part of the family. You wasted 11 YEARS of your life trying to get noticed, doing activities and hobbies you hated in the hopes of striking conversation with your "siblings". Batman, Bruce Wayne, your "father", ignored you no matter what. He ignored you like it was his job, from the day you came to the manor on your fourth birthday, your mother's death day, to today, your 15th birthday. You saved his life, his and all those other ungrateful losers who you used to call family. Yesterday, you put you life on the line for them, got bitten by that damn snake for them, and they ignored you and told you to walk it off while coddling the girl who suddenly appeared. Never again would you help them, nor would you brush off their mistreatment, not after this betrayal. Not after they took in another girl, a girl your age, the girl who took credit for your heroic act, the girl who bullied you for years at Gotham Prep, the girl who made your life living hell, and called HER family. They choose Tiffany Maverick to be their supposed savior, they would never believe you had the bravery to help them. They chose her to be Tiffany Wayne and scorned you.

You did nothing wrong, from the day you came to the manor you were perfect. Straight A's, no attitude, no complaints and no demands. All you did was try, try, try, and they never noticed.

Richard "The Dick" Grayson, as you and your friends call him, was the world's best big brother to everyone, except you of course! He was your first brother, he was the kid that Bruce Wayne actually wanted to take under his wing. You were 5 and he was 15, he was busy being Robin and then Nightwing. Alfred assured you that Dick adored you, you were his baby sister after all, he was just busy! In later years you realized he was only busy when it came to you. He made time for Damian no matter what, always attended Cassandra's ballet recitals, chatted with Tim and ruffled his hair, and he even dealt with Jason's snarky attitude and biting remarks. Yet, somehow when it came to you, he never had time. Always brushing you off with a shoulder pat and a "Maybe next time sweetheart!" and rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. He's been making time for Tiffany or Tiffybear, as he loves to call her while pinching her cheeks and calling her his favorite little sister, "Don't tell Cass though!" he'll whisper to her. You don't even think he can remember your name. Or that once upon a time you were his "baby bird."

It makes you sick watching her take credit for everything, she's only been in the manor for 6 months and they've all given her more love than they have to you in the past 11 years. She took credit for all your awards, she told everyone she was top of your class, made them "homemade" cakes and muffins. It was all you. She stole everything.

Jason Todd, the red hood, was so mean to you. You used to admire him, looked up to him, and he took all your kind words and gestures for granted and spit them back in your face. Once upon a time, he was your favorite brother, you wanted to be as confident and unshakeable as him, it didn't matter how mean he was now because he was you brother and you loved him. The bond you had before his death was something you couldn't let go of, he was the only one who loved you. When he first came to the manor he was 12 and you came a couple months later. An adorable 4 year old who followed her favorite brother like a duckling. You were 7 when he died. You were 12 when he came back to haunt Bruce and Dick and Tim. You chased after him and tried to resurrect the bond you had for 3 long years. You gave up when you saw them. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and Tiffany sneaking out the manor on a school night, you almost threw up when you saw him strap her on his motorcycle and leave for hours. They came back with shit-eating grins and cupcakes for everyone from a 24hr bakery, everyone except you. The bakery you asked him to take you to months ago. Tiffany saw the tears in your eyes and your clenched fists and she laughed.

Timothy Drake-Wayne, you first saw him after Jason died. Tim, in your 10 year old mind, was trying to steal your dad. Bruce ignored you even more after Jason's death and shut everyone out. Your bond with Tim was non-existent no matter how hard you tried. After you realized he wasn't trying to replace Jason, and saw how he was helping your father heal in ways you couldn't, you tried to bond with him. You attempted to play his video games and ignored his complete disintrest in you and anything that had to do with you in hopes he might come to appreciate you. You brought him coffee after long patrols, asked him about his day, asked to meet his friends, you picked up all his hobbies like hacking, cooking, reading even martial arts and yet he ignored you. You tried to find him in hallways at school, only to be treated like a stranger when you found him. He was embarrassed that you were his sister. You were chubby and awkward and didn't have many friends, he didn't want his cool kid friends to know you were his sister. For 5 long years you chased after him, for 5 years you chased a ghost, and somehow Tiffany captured his attention using one of the gadget-thingys you made in hopes to impress him. She walks the hallways of Gotham Prep with him, a perfect sibling duo, he even had her lunch moved so she could sit with him and his friends. He wasn't embarrassed of her. You watched them get closer in 6 months than you have in 5 years. And it hurt.

But perhaps what hurt most is her newfound bond with Damian. Your baby brother. You tried the hardest with Damian, almost as hard as you tried with Bruce, and yet he chose her while all you got was a sword to your neck and sneers of disgust thrown your way. Damian moved in when you were 12. You were elated, if you couldn't have good older siblings, at least you could be one! That plan went to hell when you realized Damian saw you as less than him. No matter how hard you tried, returned your love with disgust. You tried to show him around school like you wished Tim did for you and he called you " A waste of space and Wayne DNA" and said that there was no way you were of "Wayne" blood and that your "whore of a mother" had to have deceived his father, in front of your two friends and half the school. You could've handled his cruel words if he didn't begin attempting to duel you to become your father's heir. About a year ago, when you tried to hug him he threw you down the stairs and you broke your ankle, you stopped trying with him after that. He was so possessive over Bruce and now that somehow transferred to Tiffany too. You'd feel bad for her if she wasn't eating his obsession with her up.

Barbra, Cassandra, and Stephanie were the "It girls." All practically sisters, they hung out almost everyday and had sleepovers every Friday. They giggled about boys, hook-ups, missions and bonded over everything. You wanted be one of them, you tried so hard to be cool, to be pretty, and they could only see your flaws. You curled your hair and did your nails in hope you would blend with them, you even attempted to be Batgirl at one point. You were quickly denied after Stephanie pointed out that you didn't have the right 'physique' for it. Barbra quickly agreed and said you weren't cut out for it, Cassandra simply looked you up and down. Thats why it hurt extra when they welcomed Tiffany with open arms. Suddenly, she could be Batgirl. She talked to them about boys and bonded with them over girl things. She stole your sisters.

You figured out Tiffany was a spy almost as soon as she came into the manor. Her apperance and ability to act like it was her who saved the Bats from the Joker and his new radioactive snake was not a coincidence, neither was her becoming a vigilante only two weeks after coming into the manor, and neither was you catching her walking out the Batcave with arms full of Batman's weapons and plans. You couldn't believe your luck and pulled out your phone to take a picture, too bad you left the flash on. Tiffany quickly noticed you and tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding when Bruce came into the hallway. You beamed at the sight of him and began to explain what you saw Tiffany doing, only Tiffany was faster. She was quick to blame you for everything, and Batman, the world's greatest detective believed her. She said that you bullied her at school and you were so jealous of her joining the family that you went to steal plans and took pictures to frame her. It was a shitty lie and somehow everyone believed it. You still remember the cold indifference on Bruce's face, the sadness on Alfred's, the look of pure delight on Damian's, the shock on Dick's, the interest on Tim's and the disappointment and disgust on Jason's. Something shifted in you that night. You didn't feel an overwhelming amount of love and longing when you looked at your family, you felt anger. Pure unadultered rage, rage at Bruce for never loving you, rage at Dick for being a liar, rage at Jason for throwing away your bond and cool indifference and disgust at the rest of them.

Maybe that's why your abilities finally formed. Maybe thats why the place the snake bit you that fateful night began to glow as you cried in your bathtub, after being scolded all night and getting body slammed by Damian for trying to "taint his dear sister's image". You had powers now, the agility of a snake, you could eject venom out of your fingertips, you could walk on walls, now you could prove them all wrong.

okayyyy yall this was the prolouge. Again this is my 1st attempt at writing so be nice. If enough people like this I'll put out part one. Hope yall enjoyed and lmk what you want to happen next in the comments!!!!!!!!!

[sageivy11]

no better than a dog

Price/Ghost/Puppy hybrid!reader

warnings/contains: puppy hybrid reader (only ears and tail), smut, slight dub-con (considering reader is a hybrid), fingering (r!receiving), afab reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, slight dirty talk, light dom!price, voyeurism, Ghost takes a backseat while Price does all the work, age gap (reader is young 20s, Ghost late 20s, Price early 30s), daddy kink

introduction: first time posting on tumblr EVER. little nervous 😓 i haven’t written in forever but randomly got inspired to write this since it’s been in my head and i couldn’t find it anywhere. i have no idea how space things or how to correctly align things sooo idk how this will come out. 2.6k words. writing tips and tumblr tips appreciated please. sortve proof read and written on my phone so… good luck!

A door creaking open accompanied by a giggle breaks the silence of Price’s focus on the television. He stiffens his posture slightly and turns his head towards the door of the 141’s private common room. He’s greeted by the sight of you stumbling into the room, tail wagging behind you as Ghost follows after.

You pant as you clamber onto the couch on your palms and knees, breathless giggles in the air as you plop right into his lap. Horizontal, stomach across his two thighs. A ploy for protection from the older man. He’d noticed a speck of dirt on your flushed cheeks as you filed in, as well as Ghost looking exhausted even with his mask still on. You’d come from some sort of drills with the way your clothes are uniform and not casual.

Ghost doesn’t even bother trying to snatch you up from Price, instead heavily slumping into one of the chairs opposite the couch he was sitting on. Price doesn’t need a single word from Ghost to figure out he’s not in the mood for whatever you’re up to. Still, he can’t help the way his lip turns up a little at the ends. He rests a hand on your back, amused as he smoothes down the back of your shirt. “What’ve you been up to, hm?”

“Nothing, Daddy-” you start with a falsely innocent tone, only to be interrupted by Ghost. “Bein’ a damn pest, she is.”

“Not true,” You pout a little from your perch, but only Ghost can see it. It’s mostly light-hearted, as you knew you couldn’t get away with a successful lie around them. Not that you tried.

“Having trouble wrangling the beast again, are you?” Price asks, smirking as he glances up towards Ghost from behind your wagging tail.

“Wouldn’t be so hard if she just listened,” he grunts, scowl still directed towards you. Price chuckles, his hand absently petting over your lower back and bottom. His palm is large and firm against your skin. You shift to snuggle in a little, tail swishing as you fold your arms underneath your head like a pillow.

“Been naughty, ‘ave you?” He asks, bringing his free hand up to your hair and lightly scratching behind your left ear. You hum from the pleasure, wriggling slightly in his lap. “No.” you assert confidently. As if there was no possible way Price would believe Ghost over you. You were his precious little thing.

Price just barely catches the roll of Ghost’s eyes as he scoffs. “Yeah, you were just a fuckin’ peach running a muck during your drills, weren’t you?” Your eyes narrow at him and you huff.

Ghost swears he’s never seen a more smug smile on Price’s face. “Oh, what could my precious girl have done to ruin your day?” He asks, sarcasm and amusement dripping in his tone just to watch your tail wag.

“Nothing-” you pipe up in a whiny tone, which Ghost interrupts with a “Quiet. Don’t get to complain when you’ve been practically biting at my heels all day. Must’ve just slipped your pretty little head all the times you’ve run from me when I told you to stay, huh? Hiding in the bloody equipment room, trying to snatch candy from a diabetic just because you’re curious.” he growls. Price laughs at the absurdity of it all.

“I didn’t know,” You pout at the last part, a frown on your lips. It’s true. You didn’t. And who can expect a puppy to not accept the opportunity of abandoned candy? You were practically salivating at the idea, but Ghost had your wrist in a tight, cold grip under his gloved fingers before you could even take a step toward it. Damn him and his ability to always be able to read your mind.

“Seems a bit of a punishment is in order, is it?” Price asks, his gaze shifting towards Ghost with a particular excitement in his eyes. Ghost pauses before he responds, trying to read the expression in his eyes. “Askin’ for a spankin’ with her arse up in your lap like that f’you ask me,” he utters. Quiet, as if it was just an afterthought and not a clear insight into his mind at the moment.

Price sees this, and recognizes it. He could let you get away with it, only frustrating Ghost more. He could spank you right here, humiliate you in a way that might bridge a gap between the three of you. Or, he could turn that anger, that deeply hidden and buried secret of Ghost’s arousal towards you into something more. Something tangible.

He sighs, the hand in your hair gripping the strands and gently pulling until your head is craned back. Your lips pop open as if to say something about the awkward angle your neck is now at, but you pause at the expression on his face. Your eyes flutter over his face. A pinch between his eyebrows, an interested gaze in his eyes, and a faux frown on his lips. Price starts talking before you can gather your thoughts and pipe up.

“Seems like Ghost won’t be satisfied until you get a punishment. And you’ll take it like a good girl for Daddy, won’t you?”

You practically melt at his syrupy, smooth tone. He’s playing right into that deep-seated need for some type of authority figure. Someone gentle. Someone firm. Someone that told you what to do when you needed it. Daddy.

You nod absently. Lips still parted, eyelashes fluttering over your cheeks. You hadn’t gotten a single punishment while under the 141’s guidance. Scoldings, sure. Now, you weren’t a star pupil. But at your heart, you were a good girl. Puppies can’t be perfect all the time, can they? You didn’t know what their punishments entailed, but you were pretty sure you trusted John enough at this point that you weren’t afraid.

John smirks at your expression, already looking like you’ve fallen under some sort of spell. It looked more like a smile to you. “Yeah, you’ll be alright. You’ll take it nice and well for me, won’t you?” He asks, releasing your head to fall back down into your arms.

“Mhm,” you nod. His hand previously on your lower back slides down to your ass. Giving a quick squeeze to one cheek before his other joins him to tug at your waistband and pat your bottom. “Up,” he mumbles.

You raise onto your hands and knees after only a slight pause. Was he seriously going to spank you? No, surely Daddy wouldn’t hurt you.

Ghost watches in interest as Price tugs your pants down to the crook of your knees, then fully off and beside his hip on the couch after some wiggling. Especially careful as he pulls your fluffy tail from its assigned hole in the garment. You settle back down onto your stomach after he instructs you to do so. His hand, all big and warm and familiar now, reaches for the band of your underwear.

He’s slow as he just glides his calloused fingers along the band for a moment, giving you more than enough time to voice any discomfort. You don’t, curious.

Price was a bit concerned when you first showed up at your complete disregard for personal privacy. They all were. But over time, he’d come to like it. Did he recognize it was a little selfish? Yes. Would he also take advantage of it? Yes.

He tucks his thumb under the elastic and tugs them down over the swell of your bottom. A deep-chested groan is pulled from his chest as he sees the white, sticky substance stringing from your leaky hole to the gusset of the underwear. “Fuck,” He breathes, leaving the underwear to snap back to your thighs as he shifts your tail aside to slide a thumb between the sticky mess, pulling a lip to the side to see your twitching, thoroughly used entrance.

Ghost’s jaw clenches, his gaze growing more heated. He ignores the stirring between his legs, urging off his erection. Every time he blinks he’s harassed with the image of you earlier this morning. Bent over the common room kitchen counter, shorts pushed down to pool at your bare feet. Shirt pushed up to your collarbones. Gaz flush against your back, cock gliding in and out of your sopping hole. His boxers at the floor. Your head turned over your shoulder for a filthy connection between lips.

It wasn’t just the two of you, either. Soap was in front of you both, separated only by the opposite edge of the counter. He was leaning forward, lips sealed around one of your nipples. Your other breast was accompanied by Gaz’s groping hand. His other hand? On Soap’s flushed cock. Soap’s pants were pushed down to his knees, one hand guiding Gaz’s on his cock. The other is between your legs to rub you even more quickly to completion. The dirty noises and moans will never leave his mind.

Price’s voice is the only thing to disrupt his train of thought. “Who had you today, baby?” His voice is a little deeper like arousal had punched him in the chest.

“Um.. Kyle.” You mumble, cheeks a little warm against your arms. You would’ve forgotten all about it if it weren’t for the fact you’d been dripping with Gaz’s spend for the past couple of hours. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap had recently gone on an assignment, leaving you alone with Price. You were a little sad, but you’d only been with them for a few weeks, and Price was probably your favorite anyway.

After going straight to bed, exhausted, you three had an interesting reunion in the kitchen. You didn’t mind. Maybe it was the animal traits bleeding through into you, but you were wet all the time. Not sexually satisfied until multiple orgasms. Crazy stamina. Good thing you had four soldier boys to help out with that, right? Well, three. You wouldn’t count Ghost since he’d barely touched you after the first time. You shiver at the thought.

You’re brought back to the moment by Ghost’s gruff voice. “And Soap.” You guess Soap counted too. But you didn’t think so, since he didn’t fuck you. What Ghost has taught you though, is whatever he says, goes.

Price is distracted by the absolutely delicious sight of your soaked mound. Barely listening. Only roused to respond when he hears you whimper as he runs a gentle thumb down your slit, brushing against your sore hole and sensitive clit. He’s almost jealous of Gaz. No, he knows he is. “Yeah?” He responds to Ghost, looking down to you for confirmation.

“I guess… sorta.”

“Specifics, love.”

“Well, only Kyle.. f-fucked me. But Soap was there too.” you concede, the curse coming out a little naturally. Swearing was strictly forbidden back at the facility. The guys had told you multiple times that you could say whatever you wanted, but it still didn’t feel right.

“That it? Only there?” He continues to question as he slowly pushes his thumb inside of you, cursing under his breath as the white, creamy liquid slowly gushes out around his digit. You whine and dig into your lower lip with your upper canines. You were still sensitive after Gaz.

“N-No. He was- mmph, Gaz was touching him. And he was touching me.” You stumble over your words a little as he pumps his thumb in and out gently. “A-Aren’t you supposed to be punishing me, Daddy?”

He chuckles breathlessly, slowly pulling his thumb out to watch your entrance contract. He drags his thumb down to brush over your clit. Your hips jerk, thighs tensing. “We’re getting there. Eager?”

“No.” You shake your head, burying your face in your arms. “Maybe. I don’t know.” You were a little unsure as to what he was getting at, and that would be your main point of anxiety. He must sense this because he continues the gentle petting on the back of your head.

“You’re alright, love. You know Daddy will be gentle with you. Hm?” He soothes as he lightly pets over your clit with his thumb. You twitch before you nod. His fingers slip inside of you once more, index and middle. He nearly moans at how easily his fingers are sucked in.

A low moan is pulled from your chest as he slowly presses inside, hands curling into the fabric of the couch under you. It feels nice, if not a little over-sensitive from your time before with Gaz. You can’t see how this would be a punishment. Not as he gives you the first orgasm or the second. You were starting to get a little sensitive at the third, a few tears slipping down your warm cheeks. Easily placated away by a few coos from Price.

You start to understand during your fourth as he wrenches it from you. Doesn’t slow between your third and fourth. Get a little worried, even. Ghost is scarily silent from his spot, but Price seems convinced this punishment will leave a lasting impression.

You screech as he fastens his pace right as you peak, not slowing down despite your incoherent babbles. His one hand is firm on the nape of your neck, keeping your upper body still with your face pressed in your tense arms. His other hand is busy pounding three thick fingers inside of you. You can’t control yourself with the sensations being so strong and sudden.

Your legs flex and bend at the knees, kicking up uncontrollably, heels hitting your bottom. You squirm enough that his fingers slip out and he struggles to re-enter them for a moment. He grunts and grips the back of your thighs with his soaked hand to still you.

You pant at the relief and whine at the prospect of an orgasm ripped away by your own doing. You’re whimpering into your forearms, tail sliding between your legs in an almost protective gesture. You cringe as you feel your slick spread to the fluff of your tail. You vaguely hear Price call out to Ghost over the blood rushing in your ears.

“Simon,” he grunts, trying not to get too frustrated. You’re just a pup, after all. You’re still learning.

Ghost nearly jolts from his spot across the room. At some point, unknowingly, he’d slid a hand over his bulge to grip tightly. As if to placate it. His fingers flex briefly before he jolts it away as he stands and steps over to the couch. “Coming, Sir.”

“Wha-..” you mumble, confused as to why Ghost is coming as you turn your cheek to one side. There seems to be some sort of silent communication between them you can’t quite understand. Ghost sits right next to Price on the right side, the side where your legs are. He sits nearly flush with Price, gripping your thighs just above the back of your knees and pinning them to his lap. Spreading them a little, too. Giving Price better access.

Price carefully tucks your sticky tail off to one side, gentle but firm. “Nooo…” You whine as you start to understand his motive. What were you supposed to do if you couldn’t squirm? Just sit there and take it?

“Shhh..” Price shushes you as he slips his freed hand between your legs once more, gently rubbing at your sensitive clit. Tugging your hood up with his middle finger, grinding his thumb against the exposed bud as you flinch. “Doin’ this for your own good. You’ll learn.”

Ghost has an even better view now that he’s up so close. He can see the pulsing of your entrance, inner thighs and Price’s hand completely soaked with your shiny slick. Can feel the warmth of your thighs, nearly taste the salty sensation of your skin. Can hear the way you whimper and moan much more clear now as Price slips another two fingers inside of you.

Ghost can’t help but fall silent again at the gorgeous, arousing sight in front of him. He knows Price’s schedule by heart, and nearly shudders at the relaxation he’s free for at least another hour.

They both are.

[kiigan]

smol note:

ㅤIt's been about a year since I've had this blog. A year that, ooc speaking, wasn't easy - as some of you know, I've been working on my doctorate research project for a long time and at present I'm finally at the last stages of writing my thesis. I don't always have the free time to be here and, even when I do, I'm sometimes so tired and braindead that I just wanna curl up in bed and sleep and do nothing.

ㅤAll this to say, I would like to give a big and heartfelt thank you! to everyone who's been a part of this year-long journey. Everyone who's reached out to me and welcomed me into the Naruto rp community, everyone who's shared ideas and plots with me, everyone who's put enthusiasm and creativity into their replies to me, everyone who's come to yell at me about the relationships between our muses (romantic or otherwise), everyone who's sent me stuff that reminds them of our muses or plots, everyone who's sent me asks and prompts and kind words, everyone who's genuinely enjoyed my writing and portrayal. Itachi is very important to me - he was my first ever rp muse, all the way back in 2005-ish, and he's the one I always end up coming back to. It means the world to me that you guys gave him/me a chance and that you've stuck with us throughout all this time.

Thank you so much, friends!

I cherish and appreciate you, and here's to a few years more! ❤

[honeyryewhiskey]

wanted: birthday boy

or, surprise, dean! you're dressed up like a cowgirl and he gets a matching outfit cos he's a western-loving FREAK cw!! flirty fluff, kissing, dean & his boyish charm when he's excited 1k words

As his bedroom door clicks shut behind him, Dean stops in his tracks, his eyes growing to the size of saucers as they take in the sight before him. You, standing there with your hands on your hips in the outfit you’ve been saving for today—a perfectly put-together, six-piece cowgirl ensemble. For a long moment, he just stares, frozen as though he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Whoa,” he finally exhales, the word low and drawn out, his gravelly tone vibrating through the quiet room. It sends a flutter straight to your stomach. His gaze roams, starting at the boots that hug your calves, up past the denim and snug leather chaps, the crisp black blouse with a few buttons popped, finally landing on the hat perched just right on your head. A boyish, sweet smile spreads across his face, lighting him up as a soft laugh escapes his lips.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice flustered, matching the pink rising beneath the freckles on his cheeks. “You trying to give me a heart attack on my birthday?”

Your smile widens as you do a playful twirl, the fringe on your chaps swishing dramatically. “You like it?”

The answer is written all over his face. Excitement radiates from him, washing over you in warm, sweet waves. Dean always looks at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever found, as he’s quite clingy with the things he adores. But this has him looking at you starry eyed. 

“Like it?” he echoes, the words barely above a whisper as he steps closer, his boots scuffing against the floor. His gaze dances across all the fine western details. His hands find your hips, gentle as he runs his fingers along the line of your belt. His eyes popping as he traces the outline of the large buckle, until his hands settle firm on either side of you. 

With careful precision, he dips his head to place the softest kiss on your lips, mindful not to topple the stetson. “I love it. You look like you just walked off the set of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.” 

You tilt your head coyly, your arms looping around his neck. “I thought you might appreciate it.”

“Appreciate it?” He lets out a low whistle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “this is the best damn birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” 

One of his hands slides upward, fitting perfectly between your neck and jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The gentle touch from heavy hands, the way he can’t stop looking you over, it makes your nerves prickle and your heart skip a beat. He exhales softly, settling his wandering eyes onto yours, “and I haven’t even unwrapped it yet.” 

Your cheeks heat at his words, and with a grin, you pinch his ear that’s been bright pink since he walked into the room. Normally, that earns you a halfhearted scolding—his signature grumbled “quit that”—but not this time. He’s too distracted, staring at you like a lovesick puppy. 

“Well, don’t get too comfortable, cowboy,” you tease, slipping out of his hold, your lips curving into a playful smile. “You haven’t even seen the second part.”

Dean’s brows lift, and a cheeky smirk takes over his face. “Second part?” he echoes, his voice tinged with curiosity and bubbling anticipation.

You cross to the bed, where a garment bag is draped over the comforter. Dragging the zipper down, the sound fills the room, mingling with his soft gasp as you reveal the surprise inside: a matching cowboy outfit. A brown duster coat, well-fitted jeans, chaps, a shirt that mirrors your own, and the perfect finishing touches—an antique bolo tie and a Stetson hat.

Dean’s jaw practically hits the floor. “No way,” he breathes, stepping forward to touch the fabric like it’s sacred. “You—are you serious?”

“Serious as a snake in a sleepin’ bag, sugar,” you quip, voice laced with a dramatic southern drawl as the smile on your lips grows wider at his googly-eyed reaction. “Figured we couldn’t roll into Deadwood without looking the part.”

Dean stares at the outfit for a moment as he takes in the details of your gift. The matching outfits with traditional details that only someone like him would notice and appreciate. A trip to the town he’s been talking about visiting for ages, but never goes because there is always something to hunt, someone to save. When his head turns back to you, his expression softens. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course I did,” you shrug, like it’s no big deal, but the look in his eyes—almost childlike in their admiration—sends a shock right through your chest. Stepping closer, you cup his jaw, tugging him down close enough to place a kiss on his cheekbone. “I love seeing you happy—even if it’s because you’re a huge freak for cowboys.” 

Dean lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head as a crooked smile pulls at his lips. He catches your hand as it drops, pressing a kiss to your palm before letting it go. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

Mhm,” you hum, watching the excitement buzz it’s way through his body again as he fidgets with the outfit again. “Well, go on, Eastwood. Try it on.”

He grabs the hat from the outfit and plops it on his head, adjusting it with a practiced flick of his fingers. His brows set in dramatic stoicism, “how do I look?”

You bite your lip, savoring the moment to soak in the sight of him in that hat—looking utterly, undeniably Dean. Pretending to consider, you tilt your head and smirk. “Like you just stepped out of an old Western.”

“Good,” he nods, his smirk growing with pride at your compliment. “Y’know, I’m thinkin’ maybe we skip the road trip and just…” he shrugs, his smile shifting into that familiar, mischievous challenge. “...stay here. You, me, these outfits—" He trails off, the thought lingering in the air between you. His eyes drop to the expanse of skin peeking out of the few popped buttons of your shirt, His teeth sink into his bottom lip as if he’s trying to stop himself from saying more.

ou arch a brow, crossing your arms, though it does little to break his momentary distraction. His gaze doesn’t waver, not even when you adopt a scolding tone. “Dean Winchester, are you seriously suggesting we bail on your birthday plans after I went through all this trouble?”

“Not bail,” he says quickly, finally meeting your eyes with a boyish grin that’s all charm. Before you can protest, he pulls you into his arms, the lazy smirk on his face deepening. “Just…postpone. Maybe by a day. Or two.” His voice dips, that playful, magnetic lilt curling around each word. “You look too good in that outfit, Sweetheart. How am I supposed to think about anything else?”

Your cheeks burn, though you try to hide it with an exaggerated eye roll. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, feigning exasperation, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“And you’re irresistible,” he counters smoothly, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, not enough to kiss—just enough to make your pulse quicken. It’s one of his favorite games, waiting for you to break first, his unspoken question hanging in the air. 

“Fine,” you murmur against his lips, your resolve melting. 

The hum of satisfaction in his throat is warm and low, and then his lips press into yours—always a little rough at first, always setting loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. He pulls back just enough to smirk at you, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable.

“But only for an hour,” you warn, your voice stern as you poke a finger into his chest. “Then we’re hitting the road.”

“Deal,” he chuckles, his hands sliding up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing gently along your jawline. He leans in again, and this time, the kiss is softer, slower, carrying a sweetness that makes your knees weak.

chat all i want is to play dress up with this idiot fictional man, BRRAAAHH anyways hbd, dboy<3 i almost forgot to post this whoops lol

[sinbiis]

would you fall in love with me again?

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ husband!xavier x sick!queen!reader

⟢ synopsis : what happens when Xavier suddenly shows up back at the palace? will his Queen remember him? if so, would she forgive him for abandoning her all those years again? he swears that he left to find a cure, so please don’t hate him...

⟢ a/n : so.. this is actually my first, uhm, imagine? I'm a big Xavier girlie, and there are barely any stories about him ˙◠˙ so I figured, why not create one?? and pretend i'm the mc teehee so this is for all my Xavier gfs out there!! i see you 😚😚 I also blame the fuckin' song 'Would You Fall in Love With Me Again' my delusions make me act out the scenario pls stop, it's such a good song😩 i get too emotionally attached to songs, it's a curse

⟢warnings : angst, mentions of death, sad ˙◠˙

⟢ w.c : 1.8k

©sinbiis, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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“Y/N!”

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That voice..! 

The palace doors swung open, revealing a face you never thought you’d see again. From a distance, his silhouette was unmistakable—a figure once loved, now deemed a traitor to his homeland. His beautiful paintings had once adorned the walls of your bedroom, each stroke a memory of what had been. The shock rooted you to the spot, your breath catching as your tearful gaze fell on the man you once loved. With his disheveled hair and shaky breath, he took a couple of steps forward before the guards stopped him. His disheveled hair clung to his forehead, and his breath came in shallow, labored gasps. He took a few tentative steps forward, but the guards were quick to block his path. “Halt!” one barked, his spear held steady against Xavier’s neck, the other aimed squarely at his abdomen.

Xavier remained still, his eyes hard and unyielding, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his blade. He wasn’t here for a fight—but the fire in his gaze was enough to make the officers hesitate. His glare lingered, cutting through the tension as he stared down the men who dared to stand in his way. They would not keep him from you.

Your legs trembled, barely able to support your weight, and with a shaky breath, you collapsed to your knees, your palms pressing against the cool marble floor for stability. Thoughts raced through your mind, a whirlwind of confusion, trying desperately to make sense of it all—why he was back. But despite the chaos in your mind, one thing was painfully clear: Xavier was home.

You pushed yourself back to your feet, each step unsteady as your heels echoed on the marble. You rushed down the stairs, heart pounding in your chest, only to slow as you reached the bottom. There, at a distance, you stopped, your hand instinctively pressing against your chest. Each hesitant step forward made the gap between you both feel insurmountable. He was so close, yet you couldn’t bridge the distance. The ache in your chest grew unbearable. You felt the tears well up, mascara beginning to streak down your face, but you didn’t care. Not now.

“...Is it you?” Your voice was barely a whisper, cracking under the weight of so many unanswered questions. Xavier’s heart twisted at the sound of your pain. He never wanted this for you—never wanted to be the source of your sorrow. Yet here he was, a stranger in your eyes, the cause of all your hurt.

You took another step, but your body faltered, frozen by the depth of the moment. Your heart fought against the overwhelming need to close the distance, but something held you back.

 No matter how much you longed to be in his arms, to finally feel his warmth after all these years, you have to remember. He abandoned you. He left you. You remember clear as day that one moment that forever changed your feelings. Your feelings for your husband. That day would forever be etched into your heart.

My star has left me, and this time... He will not return.

At least, that's what you continued to tell yourself as the years passed. But here he was. So close. 

Xavier remained in place, hesitant to take another step closer. He wanted you to come to him on your own accord. He wouldn’t rush you. But God, did he long to hold you.. “Your Majesty, please… let me hold you, please,” Xavier pleaded, sheathing his sword before taking a step closer. “Don’t take another step-!” One guard shouts, about to use the rear end of the spear on Xavier’s abdomen before a faint “stop” is heard. “B, But your Majesty-” the other guard states, hesitant to lower his weapon away from Xavier’s neck. “Please leave, everyone.” The Queen ordered, making her way towards the two guards and her lover. 

“But-”

“Now.”

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The grand doors slammed shut behind the final guard, leaving you alone with Xavier. Despite the sudden urge to approach him, your fear kept you rooted to the spot. Sensing your anxiety, Xavier started to move towards you, but before he could take a single step, your hand connected with his cheek. The stinging sensation left him dumbfounded; his head still turned away as realization set in. Your raised hand and tear-filled, furrowed brows revealed the anger and hurt coursing through you. Just as you were about to land another blow, his hand intercepted yours before he pulled you into his embrace. Your clenched fists pressed against his chest, trying your best to take your anger out on him. But you just couldn’t, not when you were sobbing against his chest. “I-Is it really you, my love?” A gentle, shaky hand was gently pressed against his cheek, and in that moment, everything felt real. Xavier leaned into your touch, a gentle kiss pressed against your palm before he kissed the back of your hand. 

“It’s me, my star. I have returned to you.” Everything still felt like a dream. A cruel dream, truly. Knowing that when you would awaken, he’d disappear. But this was real. The air felt thicker around the two; some tension remained in the air, but mainly on your part. Despite having Xavier in front of you, your heart still ached at the sight of him. “You look different..” You start, trailing your fingertips across his pale face. His frame looked smaller; his eyes lacked the usual shine he once carried. “Were you the only one to return?” Xavier’s hands trailed down your waist before settling on your hips. He leaned closer, his forehead pressed against yours as his soft voice spoke, “I know that you’ve been waiting, my star. I know, and I’m so s-sorry.” Xavier was usually able to keep his composure during tough situations, but this time was different. He couldn’t bring himself to answer your question. He couldn’t tell you what he had done. 

“We weren’t able to find a cure—” His voice faltered, his grip tightening on the soft fabric of your dress. “I… I left to find one, and I failed.” His head dropped, resting heavily on your shoulder as you remained still, your hands gently wrapping around his forearms. “I left you to rule over Philos alone.” His tears soaked through your dress, each drop a reminder of his pain, and it was enough to pull you from your daze. Your brows furrowed, and your grip tightened before you slowly pulled back from his embrace. “Why have you returned? After all these years, you suddenly feel the need to return home.” His eyes were desperate, searching yours as if begging to understand why he did this. 

His hands dropped to his sides as he saw the way you flinched at his touch. The silence between you was thick, suffocating, and he could feel the years of distance pressing in from all sides. He had expected this—expected the coldness, the anger, the betrayal—but knowing it and facing it were two entirely different things. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. “Not after everything I’ve put you through. I left you here, alone, knowing you were getting weaker, knowing you were fighting to stay alive without me, without anyone. But I thought... I thought if I could just find a cure if I could save you—”

“You didn’t,” you interrupted, your voice soft but sharp. There was no malice, only truth. The years taught you to guard your heart and mask the pain. But his return, his apology, shattered that careful facade. “You didn’t need to find a cure, Xavier.” Your chest tightened, the familiar ache in your heart pulsing, reminding you of what you’d already known: you couldn’t hold onto hope anymore. Hope that he would come back, hope that you’d be saved. “I know what’s to happen, and I’ve accepted it.” Your hands reach out to gently clasp his, giving them a gentle squeeze as your eyes lock onto one another, “I need you to accept it, too.”

“I can’t accept it! I don’t want to accept it, not again..” Xavier cries out, his hand grasping the purple tassel that lay against his clothing. His grasp was shaky as he tried to calm himself down, thinking about the inevitable fate you’d meet.. He couldn’t keep doing this. “I don’t want to lose you, my star.” Taking a small step forward, your body followed and moved forward, your arms wrapping around your lover's torso, face pressed against his chest. “Xavier,” your soft voice slightly muffled, you took a deep breath in before releasing a shaky sigh, “no matter what happens, I’ll always be with you, okay?” You pull back slightly, tilting your head upwards so he can meet your teary gaze. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your wife, and you’ll always be my husband.” 

For a long moment, he just stared at you, as though waiting for you to take it all back, as though somehow, you might soften the truth with a word, a gesture, something that would take the sting out of it. But you didn’t. You stood there, steady in your resolve, your eyes filled with the quiet certainty of someone who had already gone through the process of grieving—and now, only needed to accept.

The tension in the air was palpable, the silence heavy with the weight of what was unsaid. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and took a shaky step back. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the denial cracking, splintering, until it was no longer something he could hold onto. “You’re right,” he whispered, the words sounding foreign on his tongue. He shook his head as if trying to shake off the truth, but it stuck to him like a weight he couldn’t shake. “I… I kept thinking there was more time. That I could find something. But… no matter what happens, you’ll always be my wife, and I’ll always be your husband.”

A part of him didn’t want to come to terms with what was going to happen. Once you pass, Philos will no longer prosper, but at least you’ll be at peace.

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You’ll be at peace, but he couldn’t accept that. Not as he stared at your commemorative statue that sat outside the palace. Your beautiful smile forever engraved into marble. Your plaque reading; ‘Queen Y/N of Philos. Radiant, beautiful, intelligent. Thank you, you will forever be missed.’

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©sinbiis2025

[crystallizedtwilight]

Hi hello, I hope you're well, I just wanted to say that your existence is so very appreciated and I hope tomorrow treats you well ♡

From the bottom of my heart, thank you 🩷

[sunnemona]

☆2024 has been so difficult for me, and i want to end the year off on a high note by thanking everyone who’s been there for me through it.

☆thank you for talking to me. thank you for listening to me talk to you in return. thank you for staying on vc with me to play games or talk or draw or cry together. thank you for keeping my secrets. thank you for telling me yours. thank you for the gifts you’ve given me. thank you for the advice you’ve offered when i needed help. thank you for the silly messages you've sent me unprompted—it is so joyous to be remembered when i’m not around. thank you for making me feel safe. thank you for letting me stay by your side. thank you for staying by mine.

☆the passage of time is so scary to me, i think. once things are over you can never get them back—all you can do is move forward and hold the memories close to your heart. thank you for the memories you’ve given me, i will treasure them eternally. i am so happy that we get to keep moving forward together, from one year into the next.

☆to kia, diggs, casey, and everyone in sweaties gang; to wewa and rei; to lorel; to eliza and mitsu; to wiz and corbell; to alex, nash, geddon, and paperd; to worm and goldie; to candy and ashe; to haze, mono, benji, and chasm; to my partners (sasha, robin, and keith); to steel; to michael, and to collie;

i am so grateful i know you. i am so grateful we exist here, at the same time, together. thank you for everything. i love you, i love you, i love you.

@dreemurr-skelememer @digglesgiggles @megaloserrr @lollipopz-shop @popiplant @aoartmthebitxh @s3-izures @otterbup @kuvlarstuff @heartstitched @thiccsys @b0tanicalb00ba @popiplant @rushroulett3 @wewawoomp @dagwmeno @onlyplatonicirl @elizakai @swiftmitsu @wizb1z @calciumdreams @psycho-chair @nashdoesstuff @unknownarmageddon @canine-teethed-sheets @fishfrypi @candy-cryptid @narrators1and2 @hazerun3 @monolite001 @bonejello @chasmbreach @xyriscomplanata @livinganime14 @paddinglily @corvidmellow @lambradire-art @hackrusty

♡

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[it-one-line-at-a-time]

[Stan] "...And if you find someone worth holding on to... never, ever, let them go. Follow your own path.

"Think of this letter as a promise."

[Eddie] "A promise I'm asking you to make."

[Mike] "To me."

[Ben] "To each other."

[Bev] "An oath."

[Stanley] "See, the thing about being a Loser is... you don't have anything to lose. So..."

[Young Richie] "Be true."

[Young Eddie] "Be brave."

[Young Mike] "Stand."

[Young Bev] "Believe."

[Young Bill] "And don't ever forget..."

[Young Stan] "We're Losers... and we always will be."

[squorttle-pox]

A message from an AO3 author to fanfiction readers:

If you leave a comment on my work, then I love you.

If you go through my account leaving comments on all my works and every chapter that I update, then I love you.

You will never be annoying. You will never be the exception. I will never not love someone appreciating my work.

If you leave kudos, then I love you.

If you just read my fic, and don't interact, then I love you.

If you scroll past my works and never read them, then I STILL love you.

We are a community, we love each other.

Let's stop forgetting that.

[spongebob-connoisseur]

I forgot to share but a friend of mine gave me Slappy's character sheet!

I had it for a while but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to share it around, they said it was fine so I'm sharing here (and also I shared it with the author of The Animated Peter Lorre so if you've seen this before then that's why)

I was so happy that I actually cried <3 For years I said I would sell my organs for Slappy's character sheet and now I have it! I printed it out immediately and framed it above my desk so I could always look at it <3 (I also keep other copies scattered throughout) My bestie @froskii printed it out and ate the paper live on discord. I did blood rituals on it too! Overall we had a great time and I still have all of my organs in tact too!💞

Thank you kind stranger from the bottom of my heart!!!!!💞💞💞💞💞

[anistarrae]

Thank you for being in the world.

started sobbing when i saw this. i appreciate this very much, thank you so much

[gaydexvocaloid]

TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS??!??!!

[fitpacs]

<3

[darlingfreddie]

“The fights just beginning!” What if I told you I’m tired and have already given up

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