#minty gif is mine

[mylittlestims]

Howdy :3 Could I req a g3 Minty stimboard w socks, swirls and hard candy?

~ 🍬 Candy Anon

Minty (G3) Stimboard for 🍬 Candy Anon

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[highway-35]

"You six were chosen because you have what it takes to be the next generation of Hot Wheels drivers!"

[mintytealfox]

I keep thinking about this one song called “hey, i don’t work here” by tom cardy and i feel like it would suit norton a lot

-WHEEZE- THIS IS SO ON BRAND LOOOOOOOOOLL

Norton is just trying to live his life but everything S U C K S with S U C K PEOPLE so he takes it into his own hands BLOWS it all up then tries to live his life after that and STILL ends up in S U C K situations dealing with S U C K PEOPLE

"but she rolls her eyes so I kind of LOOSE IT" -WHEEEZZEEEE-

-trying to enjoy the beach after properly covering his burn scars cause they are sensitive to the sun only to be yelled at for not being a lifeguard and ultimately snapping cause the person wont leave him alone about it LOL- '-but he rolls his eyes so I kind of SNAP-' "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I WANT TO RUB SALT ALL OVER MY PROPERLY COVERED BURNS YOU MORON! THERES LIKE 50 OTHER PEOPLE HERE AND YOU AS WELL SHOVE OFF YOU SQUARE GRAPE"

-ALIENS TRANSMITTING, NEWS CASTERS YAPPING- 'an articulate plea for peace' -Norton smiles- 'and mercy' -Norton ANGY- "HEY I DON'T WORK HERE BUT I AM NOT SURRENDERING SH*T"

(side note: why is bro literally Aggretsuko with all that inner rage that he only lets out once in a blue moon LOL)

[ayatotiddies]

‘The Ties That Bind Us’

Part 3

Summary - Ever since we were little, Rafe and I have been close. Sometime along the way, something happened though. We changed, got closer in a sort- I always wonder what might’ve changed. What ticks along the way made us what we are today? I guess I’ll never know. All I know is the feeling of his pretty hands, tracing the sides of my face. My best friend leaning in, his soft lips meeting my own. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did and to be honest- I wasn’t complaining...

Warnings - Angst- Just angst. Rafe being an asshole.

Word Count - 1.3k

“I- Uhm-” Rafe stumbled over his words. His hand reaching up and scratching the back of his head. His eyes caught mine before he looked back at the lady. “Yes ma’am” He nodded. This moment was too embarrassing to bear. Rafe gulped and nodded, handing the lady his black card to pay for the flowers. She handed it back to him after she swiped it. The walk back out to the truck was excruciatingly silent except for the soft apology he murmured out. His hand found its way to my lower back as we walked out. He guided me to the passenger side and held the flowers for me as I got in. Then handed them to me when I was buckled. He shut the door and walked around to get into the driver's side.

The ride back to my place was just as awkward. When we parked out front, not one of us moved. He sighed and threw his head back into the seat. Then his pretty lips moved.  “Listen- M’Sorry for calling you my girlfriend n’ all that. It was just on the spot and-” - “Rafe it’s fine.” His eyes caught mine when I cut him off. His tongue prodded at his inner cheek once again. “Y’know- Would appreciate it if you could shut that pretty mouth of yours n’ let me speak” his voice was steady and serious. That wasn’t what had my attention though. Him calling my mouth pretty is what had my attention. That was what made my head tilt and one of my eyebrows cock. Then it hit him, what he said. “Shit- Ya’know what I meant.. Didn’t mean that” his cheeks flushed red. He looked out the driver’s side window, avoiding eye contact at all costs. 

“Rafe,” he turned and looked at me. “We’re friends right?” I questioned the blonde boy. “Well- Yeah obviously?” The boy shrugged. He was either oblivious to the question with deeper meanings or avoiding it. I bit my lip silently and looked ahead of me. Staring at the outside of my place. I turned my head back towards Rafe, only to be met with large hands holding my face. His lips were mere inches from my own. My breathing hitched. His harsh blue eyes stared at my face. Like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look, he went back and forth from my eyes and my lips. “Rafe-” - “Just shut up.” he whispered. I could feel his minty breath hit my face. He gulped. He was just as nervous as me. My cheeks were warm, I know it’s bad but I kind of wanted him to close the space.. He leaned in slightly, his lips were so close to meeting my own. 

Then he dropped his hands and pulled away. His face was flushed and he looked almost embarrassed. “We should get your stuff inside.” My jaw was slacked open… There was no way… this boy was just going to act like that didn’t happen? My brows furrowed as my mouth closed. “Ra-” - “I’ll grab your clothes” he cut me off again. He opened his truck door and got out, quickly shutting it behind him. Then the back driver's side door opened and he grabbed the bags. He looked at me “What’re you still doing in the truck… c’mon” he urged before he closed the door and walked off to my front porch. I sat there astonished, AMAZED, and I scoffed. My eyes rolled as I opened the passenger side door before sliding out of the truck and slamming the door shut, pissed. I walked up to the porch beside him.

I unlocked the door and walked in. Not giving him room to speak as I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a vase. Immediately getting it ready for the flowers. Then Rafe stormed in and threw the bags down. “What was that shit?” he barked, clearly pissed, which served him right after the shit he pulled in the truck. “You tell me Rafe!- Because what the fuck was that stunt you pulled in the truck? Seriously?! You- You fucking leaned in like you were gonna kiss me and then-” My words were cut off by him grabbing my face and pulling me in. His lips smushed against my own. Despite the aggression in the atmosphere- the kiss was soft and loving. Then he softly pulled back, with what looked like fear all over his face. “That’s.. That’s what I meant by pretty lips.” he murmured against my face. His lips brushing mine as he spoke. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you..” he whispered like it was a secret.

The next few days were awkward. We both spilled lots of feelings that night. I don’t think either of us were ready to fully talk about it. What I wasn’t ready for though- was to see him high out of his mind at one of Topper’s parties. His eyes were red and his pupils dilated. I almost, ALMOST, felt bad for him. I just didn’t know how to feel after what had happened at my place. He had been dry and talking to me less and less since. Maybe it was a mistake? It shouldn’t have happened. Maybe we had both ruined the best thing we ever had. Each other. 

Topper saw me and called me over next to the trio with a grin. There sat him, Rafe, and Kelce. They were all VERY obviously high. Rafe stared at me with an awkward silence. Kelce was still ranting about whatever golf club he bought and ‘wasted money on.’ Topper was a slurred drunk and Rafe was silent. Topper very quickly picked up on how we weren’t sat beside each other giggling like we usually were. He frowned in an instant. “What’s happening..” The boy looked back and forth between me and Rafe. “Nothin.” Rafe was short and quick to the point with his answer which only made me frown slightly. He didn’t have to be a dick just because he kissed me and regretted it. I nodded along with what he said anyway. Topper inspected the two of us- “Are you sure? Because-” - “For the millionth fuckin’ time- Nothing happened, Top.” Rafe snapped and rolled his eyes. He sighed in frustration and ran his hands over his face, pushing his hair back. 

Rafe without a word, got up and walked off to god knows where. Topper looked at me like I had just cancelled his country club membership. “Nah- Go figure that out- Right now.” The man pointed in the direction Rafe stormed off in. His beer sloshed in the bottle as he jerked his hand around. Staring me down until I finally sighed and walked off that way. I looked all around the bottom floor, not finding the blonde haired man.

The music blared all around in the house, which didn’t help this impossible mission. I bumped into Sarah and some of her pogue friends- but they weren’t who I was looking for. So I finally headed upstairs after 20 minutes of searching downstairs. Going through room after room. Slamming door after door shut that was just people making out or fucking inside. 

I made my way to the end of the hallway and went to turn the knob. The door wouldn’t budge. “Rafe?” I questioned. I heard a grunt and a loud thump. Shit. He was in there. I heard a click and opened the door. My anxiety was through the roof as I peered in the bathroom. I saw blonde hair against the wall, only to be met with JJ’s face and a grin. Fuck. 

Without a word I immediately stepped out and slammed the door shut. Where was the Cameron boy I was so desperately searching for? I quickly made way downstairs and opened up my phone. Doing what I should’ve done in the first place. Check his location. 

Of course. 

It was turned off.

@annoyingassleo @rafesno1bae @rafecameronsbunny

Part! - 4 - !!

A/N: Sorry this took so long babes :( I was on a work trip without my laptop! 💞

Moodboard - Click It

[yvesette]

*+ ☆: — ryujin as your possessive gf

— with your girlfriend’s arm around your shoulder, you leaned onto her head in the middle of a laugh- burying your face in the crook of her neck. the two of you were walking back to your apartment as the late night breeze made your bare legs goosebump and you pulled your borrowed jacket of hers over tighter. you could feel the slight intoxication you both had endured make your stomach turn in a blissful way and her breath was warm with the scent of minty gum and a slight alcoholic undertone as she whispered flirtatious nothings into your ear. you giggle and playfully slapped her side as you stopped walking to face her- her arm still snuggled around you.

“ryujin you can’t be serious,” you pointed your finger in her face, more drunk and slurring your words a slight bit more than she was.

ryujin rolled her eyes with a smile. “that dress you wore tonight is gonna make me act up i’m telling you y/n! ,” her face changed, “all the guys were looking at you and ughh,” she groaned and threw her head back, “it made me so mad.”

you cupped her face in your hands and kissed her cheek, “i wore this for you ryujinnie don’t get it twisted.” she flushed.

ahead was a two young men sitting on the stairway up to an apartment complex with a few glass bottles scattered around them and one was lighting a cigarette. ryujin side eyed them and pulled you to the opposite side of her to get some distance between you and them.

one of the men called after you, “hey baby you want a cig?” you both stopped in your tracks and you drunkenly wandered over to the man while ryujin urgently gripped your hand- trying to pull you away.

you took the cigarette he had handed out your direction between your two fingers and asked for a lighter while you giggled. ryujin’s mind was racing and it wasn’t good thoughts.

“here baby, i have a light in my pocket one sec,” she let go of your hand to dig out the lighter as you sat yourself down on the concrete staircase. the two men seemed grossly pleased and one put out his cigarette while leaning dangerously close to you. ryujin shot him a disgusted look as she pulled out the lighter.

“why couldn’t we stay longer at the club jinnie i was having so much funn,” you pouted as ryujin leaned forward to light your cigarette and took a hit- blowing the smoke to the side of you. ryujin beckoned her hand to assist you up but your eyes wandered to the man next you as he began talking.

after taking a drink of the soju bottle in his right hand he attempted to compliment you, “you guys were clubbing? damn i bet all the guys were staring at you huh?” he pointed to you and ryujin bit the inside of her cheek and grabbed your free hand.

“we have to go love it’s too cold out,” you frowned and stood up- stomping over your barely used cigarette and the two of you walked a few meters while she snugged the coat around you and flipped off the two guys on the staircase.

she scolded you lightly, “those guys were too drunk y/n, you have to be careful ok? i don’t want you getting hurt.” she continued her speech as you struggled to unlock the door to your apartment a block ahead. she took the key from your hand gently and was grimacing as she got the door open, “the way they were looking at you made me want to throw up…”

you got inside and you both kicked off yours shoes. she took off your coat for you and you faced her, sobering up to prepare to apologize before she got closer to you and gripped your waist, she tucked a strand your hair behind your ear, “i’m mad ok. not at you but at all those guys from tonight.”

you pouted, “i’m sorry baby i didn’t even notice they were weird i should have been more careful.”

she grabbed your cheek with one hand and said between kisses down your neck, “i want you to be mine and mine only.”

your eyes widened and your legs tightened together as you felt a warmth form below. you shuddered at the feeling of her bites and soothing kisses that had now reached your collarbone.

she took off her jacket and threw it to the floor of your entryway and then turned her attention to you- who had leaned against the wall as she held your face in her hands.

“say it y/n please..”

“say what love?” you asked with innocence and your eyes took in her features making you bite down on the inside of your bottom lip in lust.

her face moved closer to yours so that your foreheads were touching and she sighed “say you’re mine.”

your hands moved quick- one to grab her waist and the other found her hair as you moaned into an open mouthed kiss. ryujin’s urgency and need to make her yours was blatant and seductive with her lips as her tongue parted yours and let itself in. she groaned into your mouth as her hand snaked up your thigh and starting rubbing underneath your dress over your panties where you needed her attention most.

her lips left yours and she closed in by your ear, “say it for me baby.”

you threw your head back against the door and moaned her name followed by what she wanted, “i’m all yours ryujin. all yours…” your breath was shallow and pleading.

she crouched down, pleased, and pressed kisses up your thighs before slipping your underwater to the side and lapping her tongue at your core as she lifted one of your legs over her shoulder. you took in the side, her face buried in you with her hair a mess in her tie and button up. you swallowed and a mess of her name and curses came out of your mouth as her tongue circled your clit before it mouth south and her nose rubbed against your sweet spot. your chest heaved up and down as one hand held the doorknob behind you for balance and the other laced itself in her dark hair. she smiled against you, looking at your eyes as you let out a loud, dirty noise from the pleasure and you felt the vibrations of her groans against your core. you felt a warm and familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach rise to the top of your head and all throughout your limbs as her pace quickened and you were coming over the edge of your breaking point. you mewed her name and cursed violently as your vision became blurry and your senses came back to you. she napped gently at you with her tongue- soothing your climax and letting you come down before pressing a kiss against you and and breathing heavily as she pulled away- rubbing a mixture of spit and your wetness against the back of her hand. she looked back up at you and grinned, sitting up as she gently set your shaking legs down. she held your waist to balance you and kissed you sweetly- you could taste your honey like essence against her lips.

you both heaved heavily and erupted into small giggles as she escorted you to your bedroom to change. you slipped your dress over your head and she pointed to the purple marks on your neck and held back a laugh as she slipped on and oversized t-shirt. you turned to the mirror behind you and frowned- rubbing your neck and starting at the marks, “jinnie what do you DO…?”

she hugged you from behind, moving your hair and kissing the other side of your neck that she hadn’t ravished. her arms wrapped around your bare torso and she smiled, “i’m just letting everyone know what’s mine is mine.”

[aemnds]

─ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

❛ ♡. gif credit.

★ ── modern!aemond comes home early to surprise his little wife.

◜ ♡ ⃗ ⎯⎯ [3:41 pm — aemond targaryen]

she had just finished cutting the strawberry, crème sandwiches into diagonal slices as the front door opened— revealing her beloved husband, aemond targaryen.

smiling, she hurried over to him, helping him remove his long, leather jacket, before bending down to untie and remove his black, combat boots.

once she placed both things neatly away, she returned to her patiently waiting husband and reached up on the tips of her bare, pedicured toes—which were painted pale, baby pink—and kissed his soft, pillowy lips -- humming at the minty flavor he always seemed to taste of.

“hello, my love,” she greeted him softly, after pulling away from him to continue preparing his lunch. she hummed softly as she worked, grabbing a handful of salted almonds and placing them into a tiny container for later to snack on.

aemond hummed, walking up behind her and wrapping his long, lean arms around her— pulling her back slightly so that she was snuggly pressed back against his hard, front torso— making her smile with happiness.

“my love, i need to finish preparing your lunch,” she says with a light giggle, feeling him bend down and press multiple kisses along the sides of her neck and collarbones, where he knew she was most sensitive.

“i’ve missed you,” he murmured, nearly whining as he lightly scraped his teeth against her thumping pulse point, before beginning to suck on her earlobe, humming in content at the delicious taste of her soft, silky skin.

she made a giggling sound, trying to pull away as she finished cutting a few slices of apple—without the skins—just as aemond preferred, before turning around to face him.

he towered over her, a small smirk on his lips as he bent his knees down to press his lips to hers, wrapping his strong arms around her waist tightly— possessively.

“hm.. my pretty, little wife— you are truly perfection,” he says lowly, before pressing his lips back against hers, moaning at the sweet, honeyed taste of her -- his tongue slipping inside of her warm, wet mouth.

“gods,” aemond groaned into the kiss, hearing her whimper and try to kiss him back with the same intensity as he was kissing her. “i am so lucky to have you— my sweet girl, my only love,” he tells her, his voice boarding on obsessive.

“i love you, i love you, i love you— you’re mine, all fucking mine… say it,” he demands, voice deep and nearly begging—gods, if aegon ever found out that he spoke to his wife this way, he’d call him a fucking simp and never hear the end of it.

she giggles femininely, flashing him a pretty, lovesick smile as she was so used to her husband’s possessive behavior over her, “i love you, aemond— i am yours,” she purrs, fluttering her eyelashes up at him innocently -- like a sweet, little virgin.

aemond smirked, leaning around her and swiping a long finger behind her into the homemade whipped cream she had made, pulling it back and sucking the sweetness into his watering mouth, a soft hum escaping him— tasting the sweet aroma of vanilla extract.

“delicious,” he purred, smirking down at her -- before he swiped another finger into the whipped cream, holding out his long, calloused finger near her plush, pink lips to give her a taste.

she gave him a look of surprise, raising an eyebrow at his teasing grin as she wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking the whipped cream off of his digit with a soft, breathy moan.

“and to think… you’ve made my favorite strawberry sandwiches too,” he says conversationally, his voice deep and husky as he looked down at her with a dilated, amethyst eye -- which was burning with desire.

“i have an idea,” aemond announces suddenly, watching his wife hungrily suck on his index finger, his eye darkening with lust.

aemond suddenly pulled his finger away, running the long, calloused fingers of his right hand over his wife’s exposed shoulder as he pressed her back more firmly against the large, kitchen countertop that he had built for her out of marble.

she gave him a curious look, doe eyes blinking up at him innocently and pink lips slightly parted in question. “yes, my love?” she asks him sweetly, her voice high-pitched and as sweet as the whipped cream she had made just for him.

aemond let out a soft sigh, letting his calloused fingertips brush down and over the thin, pink tank-top, admiring the little white flowers decorating the thin material that covered her perky breasts— her nipples hardening as he moved down closer and closer -- before tweaking a nipple between his long, deft fingertips.

he heard her gasp softly, her back arching into him and her heavy eyelids fluttering with lust, her cunt becoming more and more wet the more time he paid attention to her.

…he drove her absolutely wild.

aemond hummed lowly, giving a nod, “how about we put this delicious lunch away for later that you’ve made for me… oh, so lovingly— and how about i eat you instead, hm?” he murmured softly, though there was a hint of darkness to his voice as he began to grind his hardening cock into her lower belly, making her whimper pathetically for him.

she gasped softly, doe eyes wide and blinking repeatedly, before nodding eagerly in agreement, already starting to put the lunch away for later consumption for when they were both hungry after their… activities.

aemond happily trailed after his little wife, watching as she placed the food away neatly in the refrigerator -- the front of his hard, clothed torso pressed firmly against her back.

he started pressing ravenous kisses down the right side of her delicate neck once again— enjoying the sight of the purple blemishes he’d made last night -- while sucking and biting the smooth skin as if his wife was a sweet, forbidden fruit made specifically for him.

she knew how aemond could get -- her husband could become nearly frenzied— practically a beast when it came to her, and it seemed she was in for a long afternoon of orgasm after orgasm, as he whispered hotly that he wished for nothing more than to feast on her sweet, little cunt.

[momojedi]

— HEMLOCK topic. hunter x gn! jedi! reader

**

type. loss, pt 3 note. uh oh, its a series now. warnings. imprisonment, creepy hemlock, non-con touch (non-sexual), just hemlock being the creep i perceive him as word count. 737 tag list: @ooostarwarsfandom501st @shadow-rebel-223

star wars masterlist || pinned post

I stare at the straw doll.

"Tha-," I gulp, running my tongue over cracked lips, "Thanks." The girl smiles at me, a genuine and kindhearted quirk in the corner of her mouth. "You're welcome." Her words are heavily accented and laced with so much authenticity, I can't help but flash her a tiny grin. "What's your name?" "O-"

"Ah, I see you two are bonding already." Before she can finish her answer, a cool voice interrupts her. We simultaneously turn our heads to the cell door. In it stands a man with dark hair and piercingly blue eyes. He's calm, perceiving us in a creepy manner as he scans her, the doll in my hands before then moving on to me. His gaze lingers on me for a second and the urge to shrink and disappear suddenly becomes very prominent. He turns to the girl.

"Dr Karr must be waiting on you," he speaks in a soft manner that yet radiates more cold than warmth, "move along." Hesitantly, as if refusing to leave me behind, she sends a swift glance my way. I nod. She wouldn't be able to do much for me, either way, especially not in my current state. Then, she slowly makes her way over to the man and slips out of the cell, though not before giving me on last wave. The man watches her disappear down the hallway, hands clasped behind his back. "She seems to have taken a liking to you," he hums, not looking at me.

I don't respond, no, instead I observe him until my thoughts drift over to what Dr Karr had said earlier. My brows furrow. "You're Hemlock," I realise, eyes widening. Was this the man responsible for my capture? Responsible for the weeks upon weeks of mental as well as physical torture? His low chuckle interrupts my thoughts.

"Well observed." Hemlock approaches me, taking confident strides over to me until he stands in front of me, right where I'm leaning against the wall. He's close, too close than I'd consider comfortable, caging me in to the point I can practically smell his breath. Minty. "You're [name], " He states, offering me a smile though nothing about it is kind, "You were a Jedi during the war. Commander, if I'm not mistaken?"

I bite my lip and glue my eyes to the polished floor. It's still sparkling from when the last maintenance crew cleaned up. Out of the corner of my sight, I notice a quirk in his lips. Hemlock has clearly taken notice of my reaction. My fingers twitch and I try my best to suppress the sudden itch I feel to knock him to the ground.

"Oh, the Jedi," he purrs, a hint of mock lacing his tone, "truly a bummer what happened to them." Hemlock sighs. "If only they hadn't betrayed the-" "They didn't betray shit," I bark, snapping out of my distant state. Hemlock looks taken aback for a second, a surprised glint flickering in his eyes, but he quickly gathers himself.

"Oh? That's not what official reports said." "That's because your official reports are nothing but a load of bantha fodder." I growl. He stares at me, his ice cold eyes meeting mine and a shiver runs down my spine. The sudden urge to tear my eyes away from him overtakes me and despite my defiance, I scowl yet lower my gaze. Hemlock doesn't like it.

"Look at me." I ignore him, shutting my eyes and shutting him out in the process. "I said," he breathes steadily, hot air hitting my face, "look at me."

The hand that finds itself at my neck knocks the air out of me when he grips my chin and forces me to look at him.

"You are alone. None of your Jedi friends will save you; not here, nor anywhere else in the galaxy. And you know why? Because they're all dead," he closes his eyes and sighs silently, his tone growing soft again, almost loving, when he rises again, readjusting the glove on his hand, "I'm giving you a chance here. A chance to survive, to be part of a greater purpose. It's up to you to take it."

Fixing him with a glare, I lean my head back to gather as much saliva as I can before spitting at his feet.

"My family will come for me. They'll save me."

At least I hope so.

[queersrus]

Candy theme

[candy theme]

for @seraphim-coinz 's event, prompt one !

partnered with our other blogs @dollilian, @objectumluv, @systiveboxes, @skelatomy

(nick) names:

aero, almond, altoid, astro, ayd, airhead bonbon, bonnie, butter, burst, bar, bounty, boyer, bubble, bear, bubba

candi/candie/candy, candice/candace, candiette, cotton, caramel, caramilk, crisp, cadbury, creme, cane, corn, charlston, chew, charlie, chik, chip, choco, chocolate, chuckle, chupa, chup, clark, crunch, crunchy/crunchie

dot, drop, dove, double, dum, dunkaroo five, fazer, ferrera, ferrero, flake, fruitella, fudge, fruit gummy, gusher, galaxy, gob

henry, hershy/hershey, heath, haribo, hi-chew, hubba ike, ice jelly, jello, jellybean, jolly, joy, juice, juicy, juju, jujube

kit, kat, kitkat, kiss, kinder, knopper, krackel lolly/lollie, lollypop/lollipop, lemon, laffy, licorice/liquorice, lindor, lemonhead

mint, minty, mike, milky, mallo/mallow, marsh, marshmallow, maltese, malteser, mamba, mars, mento, milk, milka, milton, moonpie, mound

necco, nerd, nestle orbit, oreo

pixy/pixie, patch, pop, parma, payday, pb, peanut, peep, pez, pocky, peppermnt

reese/rease, ruth, ranch, rancher, rocher, rock, rolo, runt skittle, smartie/smarty, sour, snicker, star, starburst, sixlet, skor, spree, sweetart, sweetheart, symphony

tootsie, taffy, toffee, turk, twizzler, twix, trident, tape, tempo, tic, tac, toblerone, topic, treet/treat, trolli, tupla, twinky/twinkie, twirl violet

way, wunder/wonder, wafer, warhead, whopper, wine, wispa, wonka york zaotang, zero

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ai/ae/aery/aeroine(aerine)/aeroself ai/aire/airy/airheadine/airheadself bi/bone/bonbony/bonbonine/bonbonself ci/cande/candy/candine/candyself ci/care/caramy/caramine/caramelself(caramilkself) chi/choce/chocy/chocolatine/chocolateself gi/gume/gummy/gummine/gummyself(gumself) ji/jelle/jelly/jelline/jelloself pi/pocke/pocky/pockine/pockyself ri/ree/reesy/reesine/reeseself ski/skitte/skittly/skittline/skittleself ski/skore/skory/skorine/skorself ti/tootse/tootsy/tootsine/tootsieself ti/taffe/taffy/taffine/taffyself wi/wonke/wonky/wonkine/wonkaself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

ao/aer/aers/aerself aio/air/airheaders/airheaderself bo/bonbonr/bonbonrs/bonbonrself co/cander/candiers/canderself co/carameler/caramelers/caramelerself cho/chocor/chocors/chocorself go/gummer/gummers/gummerself jo/jellor/jellors/jellorself po/pocker/pockers/pockerself ro/reeser/reesers/reeserself sko/skittler/skittlers/skittlerself sko/skor/skors/skorself to/tootser/tootsiers/tootserself to/taffer/taffers/tafferself wo/wonker/wonkers/wonkerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

ae/aero, aer/ro, ae/ro, aer/aero, aero/aeros, aero/bar, air/head, airhead/airheads bo/bon, bon/bon, bonbon/bonbons can/dy, can/candy, candy/candys, candy/bar, cara/mel, car/caramel, caramel/caramels, cara/milk, caramilk/caramilks, cho/colate, choco/lat, cho/colat, choc/ olat, choco/chocolat, chocolat/chocolats gum/my, gum/gummy, gummy/gummys jel/jello, jel/lo, jello/jellos po/pocky, po/cky, poc/ky, pock/y, pock/pocky, pocky/pockys re/eses, ree/ses, ree/se, ree/reese, reese/reeses, reeses/pieces ski/skittle, skit/skittle, skittle/skittles, skit/tle, sko/skor, sko/or, skor/skors to/toots, too/tsie, too/tootsie, tootsie/tootsies, ta/taffy, taff/y, taf/fy, taf/taffy, taffy/taffys wo/wonka, wonk/a, won/ka, wonka/wonkas, wonka/bar

titles:

the candy seller, the candy maker, the candy hoarder, the candy man/woman/being, the candy lover, the ruler of candyland

*one who collects vintage candies, one who shares candy, one who owns many candies, one who is making many candies, one who holds candy knowledge

candy maker

*one can be replaced by any prn

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆

week 5 - day 19 - kinktober - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging, and exhibitionism. - stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber, and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler.

warning - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging, and exhibitionism.

kinktober masterlist - part 1

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I skip down the stairs in the swimsuit my Uncle Bucky got me, loving the feel and the tiny little roses decorating the material. I follow the sounds of where everyone is and exit to the backyard. A booming smile graces my face as my eyes land on all eight men. “Daddy! Look at what Uncle Bucky got me!” I jog over, not noticing how their eyes focus on my bouncing plump breasts. When I get close, I jump in my stepdad’s arms, wrapping my tiny legs around his broad form.

Steve’s eyes trail down, his pants tightening as my cunt sits directly against his bulge. “Well, don’t you look pretty, bunny. Bucky picked good.” His eyes connect with his friend’s, and he nods in acknowledgment. “Why don’t you show our guests how pretty you look, bunny.” Steve regretfully puts me down as I beam at him and turn to show our neighbours my new outfit.

“Don’t I look pretty? Daddy says I do!” I giggle, twirling as I show them my swimsuit, their eyes trailing down my small body as their pants tighten. Ari leans back, clearing his throat as his cock strains against his trunks.

“Your daddy is right, Princess. You look so pretty.” He beckons me over, and I squeal as he pulls me down onto his lap. My core brushes against his bulge, causing a soft moan to fall from my lips. “Doesn’t she look pretty, guys?” He looks over to Andy, Curtis and Frank. The sounds of them agreeing causes my face to flush, cheeks becoming a rosy pink as I hide my face into Ari’s chest. “Aww, we’re embarrassing the little princess. Don’t you like when we praise you?” His hand comes up, tilting my head back to make me look at him as he raises a brow. 

“I like it, Mr Levinson! Thank you for the compliment!” I giggle, kissing his cheek, not noticing how I gently rock my core against the giant bulge in his pants. I look down, my brows furrowed. “Mr Levinson, what’s in your shorts?” My eyes are wide as I look back up. Ari holds back a groan at my question. 

“It’s a present for you, Princess.” My face lights up, hands reach down to grab my present but stopping as he grabs my wrist. “Nah, uh, you can’t have it just yet. Your daddy said you have to wait.” 

My brows furrow before turning my head to look at my stepdad, lips pouting as frustration spreads through me. “Please, daddy! I’ve been good, can I please have my present?!” 

All the men groan at my question, some reaching down to squeeze their stiff cocks. Steve walks forward. His hand comes up and grips my chin as he leans forward. His minty breath causes my cunt to throb, “are you sure about being a good girl, bunny? You got on another man's lap straight away without my permission.” His brows furrow as he pretends to think. “I don’t think you deserve your present, bunny.”

Tears prick my eyes as I stare up at him, “please, daddy! Please let me have my present! Please, I–I’ll be so good!” I continue to babble as a small cry escapes my lips. My hips begin to move as whines leave me, “please! I want my present!” A yank of my hair causes my head to be thrown back and a yelp to come out.

“Stop being a little fucking brat. You’re such a fucking whore, bunny. You want your present so bad? Fine.” He looks at Ari and nods, a dark glint in their eyes. A squeal leaves my lips as I’m suddenly moved, my hips lifting until my clothed core is directly in front of Ari’s face. “How does she look?” 

Ari groans. His hand comes up and rubs me through my bikini bottoms. My mouth hangs open as I moan. “You like this, Princess? You like when older men touch your princess parts?” His piercing blue eyes connect with mine from beneath me. My cunt pulsates at his words, enjoying the attention from his words and the looks of the men around us. 

I nod, whimpering as his thick fingers rub my swollen button. My eyes roll into the back of my head as Ari’s tongue flicks against my little clit. “D–Daddy, feels good!” Steve strokes my cheek. My half-lidded eyes stare up at him. A soft whimper leaves my lips as Ari pokes my entrance with his thick fingers. 

“I’m glad, bunny. Wanna open up for Daddy? I wanna fill your pretty little mouth with my cream.” The sight of his thick member causes my walls to tighten around Ari’s fingers. I open my mouth wide, moaning when his throbbing length slides inside, wrapping my lips around the base as I begin to suck on it like a lollipop. “That’s a good girl, Ari. Hurry up and get inside her.” 

I squeal around my stepdad’s cock as Ari thrusts deep inside my tight cunt, their groans making my insides feel funny. “What a good princess, letting me experience your cute little cunt.” Both men begin to thrust in and out of my holes, enjoying the feel of me. My small hand comes up and starts to tug on Steve’s balls, loving how heavy they are, full of his special cream. The sound of skin slapping fills the backyard, Ari’s thick member sliding in and out of my small slick hole as Steve thrusts deep into my throat, causing me to gag.

The men around us are either tugging on their hard, throbbing cocks or watching intently. 

“Fucking hell, bunny. Being so good for us.” Steve groans, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he feels his balls tighten. “You want my cream? Gonna be a good girl and swallow it all?” I suck harder at the thought of him filling my mouth with his delicious cream. My hands continue to massage his balls as his hips stutter, balls tightening, and his warm cum fills my mouth. Causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as his taste explodes on my tastebuds. 

Once I’ve sucked Steve clean, he pulls out of my mouth with a pop. I let out a pleased moan as I swallowed all of him, never tiring from his taste. A squeal leaves my lips as I feel Ari thrust deep inside me. My walls clench tightly around him as he continues to hit my sweet spot. I make grabby hands toward my stepdad, looking up at him with doe-eyes, and a dazed smile graces my face as his hands slip into mine.

My eyes begin to cross as Ari’s thrusts go harder and faster, his grunts filling the backyard. His long hair sticks to him as sweat gathers around his god-like body, I look at him, and the sight causes my back to arch as I cum around his thick member. “Mr Levinson! Feels so good, please!” The older man above groans, his lust-filled eyes focused on my fucked out face as his hips begin to stutter and his balls tighten. With one last thrust, he groans, and his warm cum spurts out of his swollen cockhead deep inside my cunt. 

I whine as I’m lifted before a sigh leaves my lips as I’m laid on the wooden table, my eyes closed as exhaustion sets in my bones. I huff leaves my lips as a hand starts to stroke my hair, “Don’t worry, doll. We’re gonna take good care of you.” The sound of Bucky’s voice soothes me. 

My eyes stay closed as I’m lifted again. Bucky’s cold metal arm against my warm flesh feels nice, and my head rests against his shoulder. “Where we going, Uncle Bucky?” I can feel him lie me down on top of someone causing my brows to furrow before I slowly open my eyes, blinking away the blurriness. Curtis gives me a dark smile as he strokes my hair out of my face. 

“Hi, Kitten.” 

Bucky walks around, making me look up, our eyes connecting. A hand behind me comes around, untying my bikini and slipping my bikini bottoms off. I turn my head and notice Andy smiling at me. 

“Don’t worry, doll. We’re just going to play with you. Be a good girl for us, and we might spoil you later.” I nod, my brain becoming fuzzy with anticipation. The men begin to get into position. Steve and Ari sit off to the side with a cold beer in their grasp, eyes intently watching the scene unfold.

Bucky stands in front of me, his throbbing member in his hand, slowly jerking himself off as he waits. Jake, Johnny and Frank stand on either side of my awaiting body with their hands pumping their thick cocks. Andy lifts me, allowing Curtis to take himself out of his shorts before placing my legs on either side of him. My dripping cunt rests atop his mushroom tip as Andy slowly pulls his trunks down and lines his cock with my entrance. 

Soft whimpers escape my lips as I sink down onto Curtis’s cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Andy pushes in alongside him. I gasp as I’m pulled down, and Bucky shoves his throbbing member into my mouth. Vibrations are sent through his thick base when Andy strikes. A slap fills the yard as his hand slams down onto my plump cheeks. 

“Aww, Honey. You feel so fucking good, so tight, even though your being passed around like some cheap whore.” Andy’s voice sends chills throughout my body. His thrusts alongside Curtis’s cause my mind to go dumb, eyes crossing as I suck hard on my Uncle Bucky’s cock. Loving the feel of his flesh on my tongue, I try to babble as someone grabs my hands and places them onto their cocks. Wrapping their larger ones around mine as they use me to jerk them off. 

“You should’ve seen her take Jake and me as she fell asleep. She was such a good little slut, the way she tightened around us– FUCK.” Johnny groans, feeling his end approaching too soon as he pictures the week before. He grunts as his cum shoots out of him and covers my used body. His eyes cross before he shakes his head, looking down at the masterpiece before walking over to where Steve and Ari sit, deciding to watch the show.

Jake chuckles, and soft moans fall from his lips as he feels my grip tighten around his base. “Poor, Johnny finished too soon. You like the effect you have on us, Bunny Baby? Like bringing all of us to our knees?” He grunts, hips thrust into my hand as he watches the other three men destroy my insides. The sight of me being used, covered in his best friend’s cum causes his balls to tighten as his breath hitches. “Fuck! Fuck! Shit, I’m fucking cumming!” White shoots out of him, mixing in with Johnny’s before he sags, growling when he hears his best friend laughing in the background. Jake leans down, scooping up the cum before moving next to Bucky.

His fingers slither in beside Bucky’s cock, letting the taste of his and Johnny’s cum mix with the musk of Bucky’s cock. Jake’s cock twitches when a moan falls from your lips at the taste before he walks over to join the others. 

Frank moves to stand next to Bucky, his throbbing member in his grasp as Bucky hooks his thumb in my mouth. Opening it up for the other man, my cunt pulsates around Curtis and Andy’s cocks, causing them to groan at the tightness. Every pair of eyes are focused on my body, watching as Frank slides his cock in alongside Buckys.

The four men begin to pick up their pace, their hands gripping my small form as they take turns thrusting into my holes. When one pulls out, the other thrusts in. From the corner of my blurry eyes, I see Johnny bringing my bikini bottoms to his face. His eyes roll back as he sniffs them, a smirk gracing his face as our eyes connect before he places a long, wet lick along the material.

Bucky’s hand strikes, slapping my ass as he growls. “Eyes on us, doll. Stop being an attention whore.” 

Frank groans and a dark chuckle leaves his lips. “He’s right, sweetheart. You should be worshipping us.” He grabs my hands, directing them to their heavy sacks. Grunting when I begin to tug, hallowing my cheeks as I suck. Feeling my core tighten as I’m about to cum, my eyes watering as both older men hit my special spot.

“Aww, our little kitten is gonna cum. Go on, baby. Milk our cocks.” As the words leave Curtis’s lips, my vision goes white, juices squirting out and covering the two. They groan as they feel my juices drip down to their balls. Their thrusts pick up, holding me down as I feel how sensitive my little cunt is. “You're not going anywhere, kitten. We’re going to fill you up, and you'll take it like the good little whore you are.” As he says this, Curtis feels his balls tightening and his cock twitches before he lets out a loud groan, releasing his cum deep inside my womb. 

He slips out, and Andy quickly thrusts in, stopping the cum from leaking out, his hands gripping tight on my hips before his hips stutter, burying himself deep inside my cunt and cumming.

Andy groans before pulling out. His hands stroke and massage my back as I focus on sucking and jerking Bucky and Frank off. My doe-eyes stare up at them, tugging on their balls as I moan around them. Loving the way they shudder from my touch, I take Bucky’s cock into my mouth, and my tiny hands wrap around Frank’s base. 

I suck hard, bobbing my head up and down as I become desperate for his cream. My tongue swirls around his swollen head, flicking the slit as I watch his hip jerk. Bucky’s hands rest on the back of my head, pushing me down and causing me to gag. “There you go, doll. Ready for my cream?” I nod, tears brimming my eyes as I choke on his cock. A happy sound escapes me when his cream fills my mouth, lapping it up until he’s completely clean. 

As Bucky pulls out, I turn my attention to Frank and attach my lips to his cock. Devouring the monstrous cock, sucking hard and fast, my hand that’s wrapped around it begins to twist as I bob up and down. His grunts fill the air as his hips stutter, balls tightening before he cums deep into my mouth. All men watch as I happily swallow everything, pulling away with a happy, fucked out smile. 

Steve stands and walks over before picking me up and holding me against his chest. Going back to his chair and sitting down, his hand comes up and strokes my wet hair out of my face. “What do you say, bunny?” He tilts my head up, squeezing my cheeks until my mouth opens and then spits directly inside, his cock twitching as I lazily swallow.

Resting my head back on Steve’s chest, I tiredly look up at him. “Thank you, daddy.” He smiles, slowly cleaning me up and taking care of me, feeling pride bloom in his chest at my manners.

My head tiredly turns, “thank you, uncle Bucky.” 

“Thank you, Jakey.” Jake softly smiles.

“Thank you, Johnny.” Johnny continues to play with the bikini bottoms.

“Thank you, Mr Levinson.” Ari nods, lifting the beer to his lips as he takes a sip.

“Thank you, Mr Barber.” Andy softly strokes my arm.

“Thank you, Mr Everett.” Curtis palms his slowly hardening cock.

“And thank you, Mr Adler.” Frank smiles.

I slowly turn my head back to Steve. “Can I sleep now, Daddy?” 

“Of course, you can, Bunny.” He looks around at the others with a dark look. 

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Ten | Where It All Started…

Dom sat on the couch, his long legs spread out and his whole body screaming he gave up. We couldn’t keep fighting, hurting each other to call it even and running away when it got hard. We had too much to loose.

His voice was quiet, matching his exhaustion with this saga. Neither of us giving up or wanting to, forgiving wasn’t something we did often. “You have to tell me how to fix this. We have a child coming.”

“I need you to tell me everything. I have to know it was nothing but sex, Dom. Zero feelings.” Sitting down beside him I waited for him to speak.

“How are you gonna know that from me telling you?” Shifting towards me so slightly I planted myself on the couch next to him.

“I’ll know. I’ve seen how you handle me. I’ll know the difference.”

I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to show me when he got on his knees in front of me and his body was so close to mine it physically hurt.

“It was in a hotel room like this. She texted me to hang out and I told her to come over. She was sitting on the couch like this when I told her it’s no strings, that I have someone at home waiting for me.”

Sitting on the couch I felt his hands drag me further to the edge as he continued, “I kissed her and she didn’t taste like you. I kept telling myself it didn’t matter, I could close my eyes and pretend.”

My legs fell apart and my mouth fell open as his fingers yanked my pants down my legs with no push back from me. I asked to see, to know, and he was delivering.

“I kissed her like this…” his mouth caught mine and I could taste the way he always did, minty.

“I put my tongue in her mouth,” his hand cradled my face and I felt his mouth open on mine, feeding me his tongue. My back arched and I closed my knees so slightly I felt his body tense. In a breathy exhale he tried to level his breathing when he whispered between us. “Then I touched her here…”

His fingertips draw small shapes and hearts on my skin, tickling my sides and flirting with touching my tits under my shirt.

He spoke and I acted each awful thing out.

“Where were her hands when you kissed?” I begged to know more. I wanted to hurt more, anything to hold onto reasons to not fall for Dom completely.

“Under my shirt,” letting my hands explore the same way I leaned in enough to let him kiss me deeper.

“We made out for a while because I wasn't getting hard. She didn’t moan like you.” Almost on cue I whimpered for more even though I shouldn’t. “Fuck, that’s my weakness.” His hand dropped between us, squeezing himself through his shorts. 

“She didn’t care you had someone?”

“A lot of people don’t, babe. She knew I wasn’t all there. She knew I just needed a warm body.” He confessed and it validated me entirely.

“Warm body?”

His grip found my hips again, grabbing onto me more aggressively and pulling me forward. “To kill the loneliness. Warm body. No strings.”

I let my body relax with every kiss. I wanted to scream, scream I hate him and her for replaying in my mind more than I could handle but I stayed silent.

“It’s more than a body when someone turns you on…” I whispered between simple kisses while Dom’s fingers outlined the seam of my panties.

“What do you want me to say, mi amore? You want me to cop to not getting instantly hard for someone else? You want me to admit I was attracted to her?” His tongue tangled with mine even though I wanted to push him away. “I’ll admit whatever you want baby. She kept kissing my neck, rubbing, trying to get me harder.”

I did exactly what he said but Dom was already hard for me. Sneaking my hand over his crotch I whimpered feeling him jerk against my palm.

“What did she say?” I asked while my hand rubbed his length in his shorts.

Trying not to groan or make a sound his head fell backwards against the back. “How wet she was, how much she wanted me…” His hand grasped over mine and his forehead landed on my chest. It made me angry when he said other women were telling him the details of their panties and what my boyfriend did to them. Sneaking my hand inside his underwear I slipped off the couch, both of us on our knees, bodies pressed against each other.

“Fuck. Fuck baby, you gotta stop.” His hand squeezed mine. “It’s you. I can’t fucking… I can’t control myself if you push me too far. No amount of anger or fighting will keep me from making that pussy mine.”

“She got on her knees, right? Like this.” I was flirting with the pain, seeing how far Dom would let me push him.

“Yes.”

Dragging the band down enough to let him pop out I let my hand close around his girth.  Chasing his mouth I nipped at his lips until the back of his hand grabbed the back of my neck enough to keep me close. Pushing him on the couch I watched him willingly let me take control.

“Fuck, mi amore.” He dragged out the words.

Dropping my head in his lap I got comfortable between his legs. Taking his tip in my mouth I dragged my lips down just enough to swallow his tip. Teasing him I let my mouth tighten before the familiar pop sounded around me. “How did it end?”

“She asked me to come in her mouth and I couldn’t…” His erratic breathing hinder the smoothness of his voice when he continued, “I apologized a bunch and asked her to leave. Once she did, I got into bed and called you. Like I should have… I asked you to get into bed, get your toy out so I could come hearing you moan my name. Like a good little girl you fucked that toy for me.”

“You were touching yourself?”

Biting his lips he responded, “I had to come baby. I needed you, I just fucked up first.”

I watched his hand stroke himself and I got even more wet. “You want me to touch myself in front of you?”

“No, I want inside that pussy. Just like yesterday, baby. Please.” Dragging me back to his lap my legs shook and my stomach erupted with lust. 

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” I said honestly.

Grabbing my ass, I felt Dom’s fingers bully between my legs. “What about last time? You know you want this, hermosa.”

“I couldn’t watch you touch yourself, I folded.” 

He started stroking himself painfully slowly and moaning into my neck. “Like this, baby? I fucking need you to come all over my cock. I wanna be covered in you. You know I’m fatter than any toy you use, baby. You should have been mine years ago. You never should have used fucking toys to get off.”

I shivered on his lap at the arousal in my body. I let out a small moan without touching myself. “We should take a break. I don’t think I can share you and you’re gonna be on the road a lot. I understand not wanting to be lonely.”

Getting off his lap I stood up on shaking legs, “I just need a few minutes alone please.”

Holding onto me he whispered, “So you can finger yourself? Stop pretending you don’t need me. We aren’t teenagers anymore. It’s okay to need this. I’m not saying you can’t hate me afterwards.”

“Dom. Letting you touch me will make me forgive you. It always does. Please just let me hate you a little longer.”

“Hate me baby but I’m not watching you fuck something other than my cock.” Standing up he guided me to the bedroom watching me riffle through my bag for my vibrator despite his hallow threat.

Ignoring his presence I took off my top and panties. Completely naked I got into bed while Dom followed suit. His muscles and all the tattoos he collected showed. His fingers caressed my legs when I turned it on, teasing between my legs, trying not to moan.

“Fuck baby. This is exactly what you did when you wouldn’t let me touch your pussy.”

Twisted over on my hands and knees, I held it between my legs, pushing back on it and letting myself moan Dom’s name. It wasn’t until I moaned his name I felt his body push against me. “Stubborn still. I’m right here baby. You don’t need some fucking toy.”

I felt his hand stop me, replacing my toy with the tip of his own cock. “We aren’t teenagers anymore. We are gonna have setbacks. We aren’t breaking up. You’re having my baby. I’m gonna be sorry and I’m still gonna make you come.” 

Kissing up my spine he whispered a single I’m sorry with every kiss until my hand stopped holding the toy altogether. Tossing it to the floor his knuckles brushed the inside of thighs, “That’s never gonna compare to me. I know every single spot.”

Dom took me from behind, hips thrusting into my ass and when we came our bodies trembled. Dom folded over on top of me trying to catch his breath.

“Who was it?”

“She does interviews backstage. Jackie. She knows I’m basically married to you.” He said it so plainly.

I decided to let it go right there. I had no other choice except walking away and I was pregnant. I couldn’t do that to our baby. I wouldn’t survive another mistake on my record.

His arms engulfed me, pulling me into his chest as he cuddled me. We both fell asleep even though it was the afternoon.

When we finally woke up Dom jumped out of bed and rushed to survey the room for our belongings. “Fuck. I’m late. Babe wake up.”

Begrudgingly I woke up and rubbed my eyes to wake up. “Second show, same venue?”

“It sold out so they added one. Fuck. Do you wanna come or stay here?” He asked, grabbing his duffle. 

Getting up I threw on his sweatshirt without a bra or shirt and found a pair of my own comfy pants. I didn’t care about impressing anyone. “Don’t forget your bag. After the show we get on the bus.”

Leaving the room he jammed his thumb into the elevator button and answered his silent phone. Pinching it between his ear and shoulder he spoke. “Yes, Rhea, I'm coming. I was late.”

Her Aussie accent came through clear, “Alright stud!”

“It’s not like that. At all. We fell asleep.” Taking my hand I followed and he continued to talk to his work wife.

Once we were at the venue everyone was buzzing around. Everything was coming to life. It was overwhelming to say the least. I felt out of place and in the way. “Stay here, okay.”

I did what I was told when I parked myself in some random location that was unidentified. Randy came over, shirtless and in his gear, “Kiss and makeup yet?”

“Don’t you have to warm up or something?” I asked unamused. 

“When did you start hating me because Dom does?”

I stared at him trying to assess his words. “I don’t hate you but that doesn’t change that nothing is going to happen between us.”

“You mean more than what already happened.” He watched my face fill with guilt and shame before he laughed. “Dom has no idea we hooked up. That’s fucking gold.”

“Dom and I weren’t together. We were roommates. He doesn’t need to know.” I suddenly felt like a hypocrite for my own secrets. We weren’t together at the time.

“Oh sweetheart, he saw me kissing you in the elevator, I’m sure he already knows.” Stepping very close to me I backed away into the wall. “It was a good ass night. I haven’t forgotten it.”

“I’m pregnant with Dom’s baby, Randy. We’re never gonna happen.”

“When he cheats again, call me. I have no problem FaceTiming you to get off.” He winked at me and my whole body cringed.

Randy was walking away when I saw Dom talking to a beautiful woman. Grabbing his arm and stopping him I asked, “who is that?”

“The woman he fucked. Offer still stands for round two. I’m still waiting for my turn, princess.”

Back in Florida Dom was training twenty four seven and going to every WWE event he could. Even the fancy ones. When WrestleMania was in town he asked me to go with him.

So I did.

I put on the fancy, revealing dress and the heels to match. Dom would always look so handsome in his suits.

His dad hired a car for us so neither of us would have to drive. Slipping inside the car Dom wouldn’t stop looking at me with this goofy smile. “Fucking gorgeous.”

After a minute of staring I simply told him, “We can’t, Dom. This is a work event for you.”

His long legs were spread out, “Your right but we get too tipsy and fuck after I can’t help it.”

We were living together on our own for a year now, no slip ups or even sightings of other people. Just a lot of teasing, flirting, masterbating. It was torture. 

The Hall of Fame was a huge event full of legends when we sat through the three hours of speeches and tributes. Some of it was lost on me but growing up with Dom I caught onto a lot. 

The one person I had ran into at every wrestling event since I was eighteen was here. Randy Orton. Every year he would hit on me, touch my ass, whisper sweet nothings in my ear. For years he was married but now he was divorced, sans ring. 

Randy was the polar opposite of Dom. He was built like a gladiator, sleeves of tattoos, shaved head, cocky. Dom was alternative, quiet, humble, slender muscles. I don’t know how I was attracted to both but I was. 

Scanning the room Dom was talking to stiff looking men when I went to the bar to grab a drink. “Whiskey, neat please.”

From behind me I felt a hand on my ass and body creeping up to me. “Dom,” I whispered but when I looked over my shoulder it was Randy. “I know he’s a love sick puppy over you but he’s not brave enough to touch you in public. He’s been housebroken.” 

“And you're not?” His hand was still on my ass, only now he was in front of me, hand around my body. “Aren’t all the bosses here?”

“I know my value. And I’m a villain here, I can break the rules.”

“Hate to break it to you but touching my ass isn’t really adding to your bad rep.” His fingers dug into my ass, truly grabbing, it made me gasp.

Leaning down into me his hand snaked from my ass up the side of my body where the dress went bare. His fingertips were calloused and rough against my skin unlike Dom’s. They didn’t stop, caressing the side cleavage of my dress. His thumb disappeared in my satin dress, nudging my nipple when my body melted. 

Whispering into my ear, “don’t dare me, princess. I’m competitive.”

“Dom could see.”

“Are you together or does he just wish he made a move?” Randy’s hands were touching my tits and I got wet knowing we were in public. 

“We’re just friends. I don’t wanna hurt him. We took each other’s virginities. It’s complicated.” I whispered back.

“And now he wants to fuck you again but you keep saying no? So I’m guessing you don’t take guys home or anything.” His head dropped and his lips touched my neck. “I can make you feel good baby.”

“I haven’t without anyone but Dom.”

“Sit on the barstool.” I did as I was told and Randy stood in front of me. Pushing up my satin dress his hand touched my bare thighs and smiled when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties. “No panties? Damn, you’re torturing him.”

“Open your legs, princess. Don’t moan out loud. I’m gonna put my fingers inside of you.”

Opening my legs enough for his big hand I felt the pressure of three fingers fighting to stretch me out. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered into Randy’s suit jacket. 

“That’s how big I am. Do you wanna come, princess?” 

“Not here. Anywhere but here.”

Randy took me back to his hotel and guided me to his bed. “Do you wanna take it slow baby?” His mouth found mine while he pulled me on his lap. Sitting on the edge of the bed our mouths opened on each other for our tongues. His hands worked to undo his dress pants when I looked down between us at the monster. 

Pulling my dress straps down he felt my tits, pinching the nipple and putting his mouth tightly around my nipples. 

Laying back he pulled my dress off entirely, staring at me. “Goddamn baby. Look at this body. Perky tits, tight ass pussy. We’re gonna have fun.”

“Don’t be mad. I have to take it slow. Please.” My hands were shaking and everything in me was betraying Dom.

“Here baby. Just ride it like this. You decide when you sit on it.” 

Rocking my hips I felt him adjust his cock to be wedged between my pussy lips so he wasn’t inside me. “Fuck, just like that baby. Ride it.”

His tip bullied my clit and I shook on top of him. “Randy, Randy…” I cried out knowing I was going to come. 

“Come all over me baby.” Once I did he used his strength to push my pussy up to his mouth. “Fuck me. Pussy juice is so sweet, baby. Ride my tongue.”

His tongue pushed inside me and I felt a rush force me to grab the headboard. I rode Randy’s tongue inside me like I rode Dom’s dick. 

I left Randy’s hotel room ashamed, guilty, everything I didn’t want to be. It was that night I realized no amount of other men were going to stomp out the love I had for Dom.

Now Randy was using it as leverage.

[meowzfordayz]

they comfort you — mitsuri, shinobu

Author’s Note: just a couple sweet scenarios. 🥺💞

they comfort you — mitsuri, shinobu

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader

Word Count: ~500

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Heya. If you’re not too busy,I’d like to make an emergency request for the Hashira…

A friend of mine is really really not in a good place. Part of me really wanted to do or say something to help out but the other didn’t want to risk making them feel worse… I can’t help be feel so worthless for not trying.

Anything having to do with comfort is fine by me. If all the hashira is too much then I’m fine with Kyojuro,Mitsuri and Shinobu

~faqs~

“Honey, you haven’t finished your tea,” Mitsuri says softly, eyebrows furrowed slightly as she stands behind your desk chair.

With a shrug, you glance halfheartedly at your mug, “It got cold.”

“So let me heat it up?” she offers, fingertips resting warm and tentative on your shoulders, “You’ve been in here for hours.”

“Hours?” you snort, “I’ve been sitting here for like, thirty minutes.”

“Well it feels like hours without you near me,” she huffs playfully, “Must you always shut yourself away when you’re feeling low?”

The careful lilt in Mitsuri’s voice tells you she means no harshness, her strong hands massaging concern into your neck as you ponder her question.

“I don’t know what else to do,” you finally reply, slowly swiveling your chair to face her, promptly interlacing your fingers with hers as you take in her worried expression, “I’ll be fine.”

Sighing quietly, she steps closer, arms wrapping light around your head, pressing your ear to her breast, her heartbeat noticeably steady.

“I know you’ll be fine, but I still want to comfort you when you’re not fine.”

Nodding into her chest, you breathe in deeply, faint scent of cherry blossom and vanilla filling your lungs, hesitant smile tugging at your mouth.

“I’ll go heat up your tea,” she giggles, relieved at the feeling of your smile, “Give me a sec-”

“I’ll come with you,” you interrupt gently, “Thank you for comforting me.”

Blushing happily, she leads you to the kitchen, your mug clutched in one hand, the other tugging you cheerfully beside her.

“Can’t sleep?” Shinobu hums, knowing smile greeting your stare as your eyes open guiltily.

“Maybe you just woke me up,” you grumble, fidgety hands reaching for her beneath the comforter, “Cuddle me.”

Laughing lightly, she scoots herself closer, her old t-shirt soft and familiar against your skin as she tucks herself into you, “You could have asked twenty minutes ago.”

“I was trying to sleep,” you pout, happily nuzzling into her shoulder, “But someone was watching me the whole time.”

“Ah, yes,” she grins, “Blame me, your creepy, watching girlfriend.”

“I will, in fact, blame you,” you scowl playfully, nipping at her collarbone, “I have work tomorrow.”

“So what’s keeping you up?” she asks gently, serious again.

“I don’t know.”

Rather than push, Shinobu slips a warm leg between yours, slotting her body into you, breaths faintly minty and sleepy as her eyes close.

“Oh, so now my entertainment’s going to sleep?” you mutter fondly, kissing her hair, “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way ar-”

“Shh,” she murmurs, pressing a firm finger to your lips, “I’m trying to sleep.”

With an indignant sputter, you muster up a scathing retort, only for it to die in your throat when you notice how ethereal her hair looks bathed in moonlight, eyelashes so long and delicate that they nearly graze her cheeks.

“Fine, but only ‘cause you’re so beautiful,” you huff, “G’night Shinobu.”

“Good night my love,” she whispers, “If you still can’t sleep, please wake me up.”

[allthingsfangirl101]

*I'll Be There For You – Joe Keery

Wattpad Request by minty-fox-candyyki

Warnings: protected sex, rough sex, public sex, dominating, fingering, language

Due to Joe's busy work schedule, we rarely had time to be intimate. When we did have time, we didn't bother to take it slow.

As soon as Joe was done with work, he instantly came home. The second he opened the door and walked in, I jumped him. He laughed as I pressed my lips to his and roughly started moving my lips against his.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe started walking us into our apartment. We bumped into walls, tables, and furniture, knocking down lamps and pictures as we went.

"I missed you so much, baby," I moaned against his lips.

We both moaned when Joe pressed me against our bedroom door. I reached behind me and opened the door. We let out matching laughs as we almost fell. Joe smirked at me before leaning down and picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started kissing his neck as he carried me into the room.

The second he laid us down we fell into our usual rhythm of making out and undressing. We never did it gently. Every time we were together was like a reunion. We have been together for so long that we knew exactly what the other needed to climax.

Since it's been so long since we were together, we expanded our usual foreplay. We kept going until we were basically begging each other to finish. As soon as we did, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning to someone gently kissing my forehead.

"Where are you going?" I mumbled sleepily.

"I have my interview," Joe chuckled. "I'll be back as soon as it's done. It shouldn't take too. . ."

I cut him off and grabbed his hand, pulling him back into the bed. He laughed as I smashed his lips onto mine. Joe didn't fight it as I rolled onto my back, bringing Joe with me. I felt him smile as he slipped his tongue in my mouth.

"Baby," he mumbled against my lips, "I really need to go."

"Fine," I pouted as we broke apart. I sat up on my elbow, making sure our comforter was still covering my bare chest. "But next time you leave, don't you dare only give me a kiss on the forehead."

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I want a real kiss whenever you leave," I clarified. "None of that kiss on the forehead crap. That is for when I'm sick."

Joe chuckled as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered.

"Text me when you're done?" I asked.

"The second it's over."

* * * * *

After Joe left for his interview, I fell back asleep. When I woke up again, I showered and got ready for the day. Knowing that Joe would be home soon, I didn't go do the errands I needed to run. Instead, I stayed home and got things ready for him. The second he walked into the apartment, I ran to meet him.

Joe laughed as he easily caught me. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Without breaking the kiss, he easily carried me into the other room. As soon as he sat down, I started grinding on him.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not breaking the kiss.

"It's okay," he replied.

"I missed you," I moaned. "So much, baby."

Joe finally broke the kiss, nothing but lust in his eyes. He didn't break eye contact as he laid us down. I gasped when he ripped my flannel open. I couldn't help but moan as Joe's eyes scanned my body. I had to bite my lip when his eyes finally returned to mine.

"I missed you too," he said under his breath.

I gasped, quickly moaning as Joe smashed his lips to mine. We skipped the foreplay altogether this time. Soon our clothes were scattered around the room and we had only a throw blanket covering us.

I arched my back as Joe pulsed into me while making out with my breast. I wanted to moan his name, but I could barely breathe as he pleasured me.

"Fuck," he moaned as he switched to my other boob. I grabbed his shoulders, bringing his chest closer to mine. We both let out matching moans as we rubbed our bare chests together.

"Damn, gorgeous," he moaned into my ear. "I missed your perfect body under mine."

"I missed your perfect body on top of mine," I barely moaned out. I gasped when he started nibbling my ear.

"Baby," I gasped. "I'm getting close."

"No," he growled. "You don't release until I tell you to."

"Anything for you, baby," I moaned. Joe pulled out of me and turned me so my chest was pressed against the back couch cushions.

"Shit, baby!" I yelled as he pushed into me. This was one of his favorite positions. He loved how he had complete control.

While he kept his hips moving, Joe reached his hand around my body. I swore under my breath when he squeezed my boob. He didn't stop there. He slid his hand down my body, squeezing randomly as he went.

"Oh, Joe," I gasped as he pushed his finger into me.

"That's it, baby girl," he growled into my ear. "Fuck, I missed your gorgeous, perfect, wet body."

"And I missed. . ." I cut myself off with a moan when he pushed his finger in deeper. "Everything," I gasped.

"Fuck yeah, you did," he chuckled darkly.

It didn't take long for us to give in. Once we did, neither one of us moved. We laid like that for almost thirty minutes before Joe moved us so we were still back to front but now facing the TV.

Joe turned on the show we've been binging and we stayed in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," I sighed.

"For what, gorgeous?" He asked.

I rolled over and looked up at him. "I know I've been kind of clingy," I started.

"I like it when you're clingy," Joe gently interrupted me. "It shows me that I'm important to you."

"You are," I said quickly. "You're the most important person in my life, Joe."

"You're the most important person in my life," he repeated to me. "I want everyone to know that I found the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

"The rest of your life?" I teased. "You sure you want me for that long?"

Joe leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. He broke the kiss with a soft smile on his face.

"I would scream it from the rooftops," he whispered, "if I could."

"Nothing's stopping you," I said a little nervous.

"Nothing?" He asked. "You'd be okay with me talking about you and me in interviews? Y/N, are you sure?"

"It would make you happy, right?"

"More than you know," he whispered.

"Then let's do it."

I gasped, turning into a giggle as Joe got up and threw me over his shoulder.

"Joe?" I giggled. "Where are we going?"

"I am taking you to our bedroom so I can show you how amazing you are."

After Joe showed me how amazing I was, we ordered dinner and talked about how he planned to tell people about us. He had a few interviews coming up but the big thing was his Fargo premiere. FX was throwing a big premiere to celebrate the newest season. There was going to be a red carpet and a party before they showed the first episode which will be followed by another party.

I was currently going through my closet, trying on all of the fancy dresses I owned, hoping to find one that would work for the premiere.

"None of these work," I mumbled as I tore off another dress.

"It's going to be okay," Joe said from the bedroom. "We will find something you feel gorgeous in."

"I just. . . Nothing is looking good," I stuttered, trying to push down the frustrated tears. "And I need to look good."

"Baby," Joe sighed as he stood up and walked into the closet. He briefly got distracted by my almost nude body.

"Are you sure you want me there?" I cut him off.

"What?" Joe asked, refocusing. "Of course, I want you there with me, baby. I wouldn't want anyone else on that red carpet with me."

I walked past him into the bedroom and started pacing back and forth. "I'm not sure about this, Joe. I don't know. What if people don't like me? What if your fans hate me? What if I say the wrong thing? What kind of dress should I wear? I'm not even sure I have a dress fancy enough."

"I have an idea," Joe said as he walked over and stopped me from pacing. "How about, tomorrow, we go to lunch? After lunch, I'll take you dress shopping. We'll find a dress that you look drop-dead gorgeous in. A dress so sexy I won't be able to stop from tearing it off of you. I promise, baby, we will find you a dress that makes me look like the arm candy, not you."

* * * * *

Like Joe said, we went to the mall during his lunch break. After eating, we went to different stores. So far, I've tried on over 10 ball gowns and 12 cocktail dresses.

"This is hopeless," I sighed as I stared at all the dresses in my dressing room.

"Come on, baby," Joe said gently from the waiting area. "Try on a couple more for me."

"Fine," I grumbled as I slipped out of the dress I was wearing. I looked at the dresses I hadn't touched and debated which one to try on. My eyes stopped on one that was my favorite color. It was a deep, dark blue with ombre sparkles- light on top and heavier on the bottom.

When I put it on, my stomach flipped. Not only did it make my chest look amazing and my waist look tiny, but there was a slit up the right leg that made my legs look incredibly long. I smoothed it out before opening the dressing room door. The second I did, Joe's eyes fell on me. His jaw dropped as he slowly stood up.

"Holy shit," he whispered as I stepped in front of the mirror. "Baby, you look. . . I mean. . . You are. . . Fuck."

"You really like it?" I couldn't help but ask as I looked down and smoothed it out. I bit my bottom lip when I felt Joe step up behind me. I looked up as he put his hands on my hips.

"Baby," he whispered, giving me chills. "You look so fucking gorgeous."

I gasped when Joe leaned down and started kissing my neck as his hands roamed my stomach.

"Joe," I moaned.

"The way you look in that dress," he moaned against my neck, "makes me want to take you. Right here. Right now."

I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming Joe's name as he pressed his hand against my stomach, slowly sliding it down.

"Holy shit, baby girl," he growled. "Please let me take you."

"There are people here, baby."

Joe grunted in frustration as he let go of me and grabbed my hand. I smirked as Joe led me back into my dressing room. The second the door was closed, Joe pushed me up against the mirror and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe leaned down and took off his pants. I smirked against his lips as I heard his belt hit the ground. He grabbed my right thigh, pulling it through the slit in the dress. He used his other hand to push the skirt further up so the start of the slit was now at my stomach, revealing everything underneath. And more importantly, revealed what wasn't underneath.

Joe grunted as he pushed me further against the mirror as he roughly pushed into me. I bit his tongue as he pulsed in and out of me. We let out soft grunts and moans as we pleasured each other. He broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck.

We froze when we heard two women coming into the dressing room. Joe looked at me, not pulling out of me. We had matching smirks as the women kept talking as they walked into two dressing rooms.

"Fuck, this is hot," Joe leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"We should. . . Can we. . ." I stuttered as he sucked on my earlob and pushed deeper into me. "Fuck, Joe. Take me home."

Joe leaned back, slowly pulling out of me but kept us pressed to the mirror.

"As long as you buy that dress." He looked down and growled as he saw my body. "Holy shit, baby girl. You have to buy that dress. I'll buy it for you."

"We probably should considering the fact that you fucked me in it," I smirked. Joe pressed his lips roughly to mine before stepping back and pulling his pants up.

He sat on the bench and signaled for me to get dressed. I remained facing him as I changed. When the coast was clear, we snuck out of the dressing room. We walked to the cashier and bought the dress with Joe holding my hand the entire time.

When we got home, I instantly went to our closet and hung up the dress. I turned around to see Joe watching me.

"Are you sure the dress looks good?" I asked, wrapping my arms around myself.

Joe walked over and grabbed my hands, unwrapping them. He wrapped them around his neck before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"It looks so good on you, babe," he whispered. His eyes softened when he saw the doubt in my eyes. "I mean it, Y/N. The rest of the cast is going to be so jealous that I get to go home to you every day."

"What if I embarrass you?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Nothing you could do would ever embarrass me," he said firmly. "I will be right by your side the whole time. If you get too overwhelmed tell me and we'll go someplace quiet."

"Really?"

"Really," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I'll always be there for you, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too, Joe."

[nuclearplutonium]

Dividers

Ello! I’m Charlie (#1 Chief fan and #2 Ann fan) buuut you can also call me Orion or Rory! :D

more info about me: https://en.pronouns.page/@CH4R71Z4VRVZ

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Alterhuman therian and fictionkin, my theriotypes are black wolf, snow husky, and a T-Rex <33

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I am a MINOR!!! I am ok if adults (NOT THE SEX BOTS) interact with my blog or me in general just don’t be creepy or kinky about it please.. (read dni list for specifics)

My blog is not meant for younger audiences, therefore I am telling you all that this is a 16+ BLOG. mainly because I’ll post art with mildly suggestive themes in it or reblog something weird.. whatever it may be, I just want to protect the little itty bitty babies that happen to stumble upon this beautiful yet horrifying tumblr blog .-.

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Here’s most of the stuff I like ! Purple = ION💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Blue = VERY VEEERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VEEERRYRYYY HYPERFIXATED

Green = LOVE ITTT

Orange = Cool cool I like it

Red = Eh… I mean it’s fine.. II/III, I.O.N/И.О.Н, TNM, TPOT, EEE/THREEEE, BURNER, 5SOS, ONE, CFMOT/ИНМТ, Objectified, TDOS, LoTS, Animatic Battle, Bugbo, Dreamophrenia, Sprunki, Max Design Pro, Warrior Cats, Smiling Friends, ATHF, Gravity Falls, Villainous, Countryhumans, DHMIS, Electric Dreams (1984), Ride the Cyclone, Pink Corruption, Homestar Runner, Regretevator, Mouthwashing, Homestuck

besides fandoms I hyperfixate on time to time… I also LOVE nuclear reactors, dinosaurs, cats, epic guitar solos in music, whatever the hell plutonium jazz is, and I just genuinely love learning ANYTHING about nuclear physics and energy :3 (oh and lollipops, I love lollipops)

Some games I really like (not Roblox games) are In Stars and Time, JSAB/Just Shapes and Beats, Fallout 4/Fallout: New Vegas (IM SORRY FALLOUT 76 IS SO BORING AND BUGGY AAAAA), Omori, Mouthwashing, Sims 2-4, Tomodachi Life, Miitopia, Cardpocalypse, Wobbledogs, Pikuniku, Ooblets, Splatoon 2-3, Dragon Quest: Builders 1-2, Minecraft, Wandersong, JSAB, and AC:NH :3

and most of the bands/artists I listen to (current hyperfix band will be written in bold) are MSI, sElf, Will Wood/Will Wood and The Tapeworms, Human Zoo, The Scary Jokes, Sodikken, Machinery of The Human Heart, Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, Bondage Fairies, And One, Nine Inch Nails, STOMACH BOOK, Ken Ashcorp, KSB Muzic, LiteralHat, YFM, Limp Bizkit, Insane Clown Posse, Gorillaz, Tyler the Creator, System Of A Down, Foo Fighters, That Handsome Devil, Sacri, They Might Be Giants, Oingo Boingo, Weird Al, Jhariah, MAMA RUSSIA, Lenin Was A Zombie, and Drive45!

I have Autism, ADHD, (I have some sort of Anxiety disorder too, forgot what it was called though) and Depression.. so sorry if I don’t talk/respond to asks or dms quick enough or I don’t answer them properly… I’m a very shy person. So please text me first if you want to dm me, if you’re a mutual I’d love to talk to you! ^_^

ask box will close down sometimes, it is not a mistake usually, I just don’t feel like taking asks (or I’m being swarmed by donation asks and I feel overwhelmed) :3

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(Created: 1/15/24)

(Last updated: 11/14/24)

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[lmh8903]

Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt. 2

Y/N's POV

I get to my destination, a place well-known to me, a place where I haven't been in forever, the Sandlot. I start walking toward the field. On the field, I saw Benny practicing his hitting. I immediately felt a knot in my stomach. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Being here on this old baseball field with him reminds me of the countless nights he and I would hang out here and talk about the future. 

As I approach the field, memories of our past flood my mind. I remember the first time Benny taught me how to pitch and how proud he was of me when I finally threw a strike. He was so excited. I remember the late nights we spent in this field, dreaming about our future careers and what we would do with our lives. But most of all, I remember the way my heart used to flutter whenever he looked at me.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts and I notice myself focusing on Benny. He hits the ball over to the edge of the fence with ease, and I watch as he retrieves it and gets back into position. He's wearing a white tight-fitting tank top, and sweat glistens on his perfectly tanned skin. His muscles ripple with every swing, and I can't help but feel drawn to him.

Suddenly, Benny looks up and catches me staring at him. I blush and look away, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he continues hitting the ball with even more force. The sound of the bat hitting the ball echoes through the empty field, and I can feel the ground vibrating beneath my feet.

After a few more swings, Benny finally acknowledges my presence, but he doesn't stop practicing. "Hey. Don't you have something better to do? Like, make out with Phillips." Benny said. His words stung a little bit.

 The boy who used to be my best friend, acting as if he doesn't want anything to do with me. I finally gain the courage to say something, "I could, but I don't want to".  

"Why not? You seem to love it when you're right in front of my locker." He said. "Technically, it was Phillips's locker. Yours just so happens to be next to his," I say. 

"Whatever Y/N" He replies while rolling his eyes. "Why do you even care about what we do?" I asked. 

He stops practicing. Suddenly he dropped his bat and walked over toward me. We're only inches apart. I can feel his hot breath on my face. He's breathing heavily from the strenuous hitting. "Are you going to answer my question, Rodriguez?" I'm speechless, my mind racing with a million different thoughts. Suddenly, Benny leans in and puts his lips on mine. It's like a jolt of electricity shoots through my body, and I respond eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. We kiss passionately, lost in the moment, and it feels like nothing else exists except the two of us on this old baseball field. 

I feel the soft grass beneath my feet and the cool breeze blowing against my skin. Benny's lips were incredibly soft, and the taste of his minty breath filled my senses. His strong, calloused hands were on my face, sending shivers down my spine. He slides his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance into my mouth, and I eagerly allow him in. The feeling of our tongues touching each other sent a warm, tingling sensation throughout my body.

I find the strength to push him away, breaking the spell. I finally have time to put my thoughts together, I was happy, but at the same time, I was incredibly angry. "You don't talk to me for almost a year and then you just kiss me as if nothing fucking happened?" I yell, my heart racing. "Y/N, you have to understand, I was hurt," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes pleading with me to forgive him.

"Yeah, well, so was I," I said as I start heading back to my house. "Y/N wait! Please let me explain everything" Benny replies with worry in his voice. I stay monotone as I say "You have 5 minutes Rodriguez." 

 "I care because I like you, I have since the first day we met. When you stopped coming to the Sandlot after the guys kicked you off the team and you started dating Phillips I was crushed. You're the first girl I ever felt something for. I've liked you since the first time you threw a perfect strike. You had the biggest smile on your face, and I fell in love right then and there. You can't say you didn't feel anything in that kiss because I know you did. You can't deny it, Y/N." Benny said. 

"Yes Benny, I did feel something in that kiss. But I'm with Phillips now, and I can't just leave him for you. You hurt me when you kicked me off the team, and you hurt me again by disappearing without a word. You can't just come back into my life and expect everything to be okay. Benny, you were my best friend. On the countless nights when we would talk about the future, you said girls were the last thing on your mind. You wanted to put baseball first, and I respected that"

Benny's expression softened. "I know, Y/N. I messed up. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I'll show you that I'm not just going to prioritize baseball. I want to prioritize you. I'll prove to you that I'm the one who deserves your heart."

I sighed, feeling conflicted. Part of me wanted to believe him, but another part was afraid to let go of what I had with Phillips. "I don't know, Benny. You've hurt me a lot in the past year. I don't even know who you are anymore."

"I understand. But I need you to know that I'll do anything for you. I care about you more than anything else in this world."

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was raw, unguarded emotion. Maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

"Okay, but just as friends for now," I said, surprising even myself. "Let's see what happens by the end of the summer. But if you hurt me again, Rodriguez, I won't hesitate to walk away."

"I won't let you down," he promised, and we parted ways. As I walked home, my mind was filled with uncertainty and doubt. But at the same time, there was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, Benny and I could make things work. Only time would tell.

My mind rushed back to Phillips. I love him. I can't just tell him that I just made out with Benny at the Sandlot. I reach my driveway, and that's when I see it. Phillips's car was parked in my driveway as well. 

My heart sank as I saw Phillips sitting on my front porch, looking exhausted. It was obvious he had been here for a while. I took a deep breath and walked up to him, trying to hide the guilt and confusion that was churning inside me.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"I needed to talk to you," he said, standing up and facing me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I had to see you."

I felt a pang of guilt as I thought about what had just happened with Benny. How could I face Phillips now?

But as I looked into his eyes, I realized that my feelings for him were still strong. I knew that I had to be honest with him, even if it hurt.

"Phillips, there's something I need to tell you," I said, taking a deep breath.

[mintytealfox]

my dear minty

I might be an au for you to nimble on.

Are you familiar with either HP Lovecraft's "Colour from Out of Space" and/or Jeff Vandermeer's "Annihilation"(which was also made into a movie starring Natalie Portman).

If not, then in most essence these stories are as followed: A strange meteor falls to earth, and not only turn the surrounding area into an eldritch location but also transforming both the minds and bodies of the people in that area.

So what about this

Norton five years after the mining accident and becoming a prospector is given a letter requesting him to be a part of an expedition team to look into the strange happenings of an area that no one can explain for the last few years, and he would be rewarded a large amount of money if he agrees......

the only problem is.... the area that's affected is an abandoned mining town and it's surrounding wilderness...... the Golden Cave being uncomfortably close by.

And having to choose between his mental health and money, he chose the money hoping that he will just be surveying the land and he won't have to go underground, right?? Part of the expedition team is Alice, Melly, Frederick, and Orpheus.

And him and Alice would form this closeness on the expedition while they are dealing with eldritch abominations, horrible transformations, and✨️trauma✨️.

What do you think

Anything you want to add?

-SLAMS DESK- THIS GOES SO HAAARRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I LOOOVVEE ALL OF THIS SO MUUCCCHHHHHHHHHHH

LOL you're right, he absolutely would choose the money! -WHEEZE- this guuuyyyyy, his mental health is in shambles and doesn't exist right now PFF

GOSH LOOOOOOL the image of Norton seeing the group he needs to work with and is like ".......we are all going to die, what even is this group" Melly: "well aren't you pleasant..." -folds arms- Norton: "yea, thanks for noticing" Melly: 😡

THEN

Them all running from these shadow monsters made of rocks Alice: "WHAT ARE THESE THINGS??" -trying to grab photographs of them as she runs- (it almost looks like she is having fun lol) Orpheus: "People Norton killed a few years back" Norton: "HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT" Melly: "so YOU'RE the reason we are going to die" Norton: "OKAY HOLD ON THERE IS A LOT OF CONTEXT MISSING HERE" Frederick: "what possible context could make this any better"

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BUT GOSH THEIR OUTFITS OH MY GOSH I GOTTA GIVE THEM COOL OUTFITS I GOTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

scifi with a dash of edwardian! COLOR ME OBSESSED

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OH and the idea that Norton and Alice get separated from the others and the find a place for shelter to rest and are just chatting: Norton: "I can't help but notice that you're the only one that looks like they are having fun here" Alice: "you can't deny that there is beauty here, sure there is mortal peril, but the rest of the world has mortal peril as well" Norton: "well, outside of this place at least we don't have to worry about giant mutant canary bird worms bustin' out of the ground screaming at us" Alice: "true~ but I have never seen a more beautiful place~" Norton: "....alright, I will try your way of thinkin'. I wonder if my sweet canary is around here somewhere, and maybe she will recognize me" Alice chuckles: "now isn't that a fun thought~"

So the group survivalist and the data collector are together

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WHILE Melly and Frederick being stuck together and she is there to protect the wildlife while Frederick is the sniper and there to shoot and protect the team. So they clash BIG time

-Frederick aiming- Melly: "PUT THAT GUN AWAY" Frederick: "YOU'RE INSANE, YOU BETTER CALM IT DOWN IN 3 SECONDS BEFORE I SHOOT IT OR IT KILLS US"

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Then Orpheus is the NERD of the group who knows the most about this place and what is going on, and is all on his own having a wild ride of 'awakening' going on this 'spiritual journey' becoming a little too AT ONE with this twisted nature here, oh my GOSH

Orpheus being the obvious first one to begin transforming. Then Norton after. 😭😭

[kickingitwithkirk]

Snow Globes and Forgiveness

Summary: Even though Chucks no longer creating the narrative, it’s not a Winchester Christmas till something goes wrong.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3194

Warnings: wincest, cursing, m/m kissing, frottage, my attempt at flangst

For: @thepromiscuousduck @spnfanficpond Secret Santa exchange 2023

A/N: set after 15.19 & in this AU 15.20 doesn’t happen

A/N II: Apologies to all other participants for taking so long. Between a last minute switch, couldn’t rewrite until after new year & had a rebound of a bad respiratory virus that’s keep me mostly offline last few weeks.

A/N III: once again, brevity doesn’t exist in my vocabulary

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*gif credit to creator

Sam Winchester has never been big on the holidays.

Let’s start with a specific Halloween party and his disastrous bobbing for apples incident involving a girl he liked. Then there was that one Thanksgiving he’d been invited to by another girl who turned out to have hands like an octopus and spent the whole dinner, as his brother so eloquently put it, playing footsie with brace-face, not three feet from her dad.

Not to mention, others celebrated, or not, Winchester style; his dad either missed it entirely or showed up with a bucket of extra crispy from the colonel and passed out on a couch. The best was that one Christmas before Dean went to hell a few months later.

But this year was going to be different.

They’d been adjusting to normality reasonably well. Okay, so Dean is the one adjusting better in some respects and said since it’s the brothers' first non-Chuck Christmas, they had to make it extra special. Sam knows this was Dean’s way of trying to make up for all the shitty holidays during their childhood. And knowing his brother, he’s envisioning emulating Mrs. Butters, the wood nymph they accidentally released in the bunker, Jam Packed holiday extravaganza she’d done those few weeks before leaving.

While Dean was getting the tree (Sam would’ve bet more likely grabbing the first one he saw before hitting the liquor store), he sent Sam to pick out ornaments. Sam was trying to make an effort and found himself standing in the middle of a smaller retail chain store's Christmas section, overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices and feeling like a freak for not knowing what to get outside lights and colorful balls.

“First Christmas together?”

Sam’s head swiveled around, “Umm, I’m sorry?” The person who spoke said, “You’ve got that whole I’ve got no freaking idea what I’m doing look, so I took a guess it’s your first Christmas with your girlfriend…wife?”

“Uh, no, no girlfriend or wife.”

“Ahh, boyfriend.” Sam was about to correct their assumption when they continued, “That can be trickery,” and gave him the once over. “I’m guessing he’s not into frills and bows. You should head to the Christmas Market two blocks south of here. There are always booths selling unique or vintage items for the Holiday. Probably find something more appealing than this mass-produced crap.”

After one more glance, Sam thanked them and texted Dean where to meet up with him later, then headed out of the storefront and strolled down the street. He soon hears jolly holiday music and smells enticing scents wafting before entering the colorfully illuminated European style Market and is hit with the sense he’d been here before.

Sam shook his head, feeling ridiculous. Of course, he’d never been here before, but something about this place kept nagging at his memories of familiarity when the irresistible scent of hot, minty chocolate beckoned. After indulging in a creamy, decadent drink decorated with a soft peppermint stick, he walked around, taking in the wares for sale.

At one booth, he found strands of original bubble lights and instantly knew they’d appeal to Dean and his oft-denied inner child; another yielded hand-strung garlands and got popcorn and cranberry ones with instructions on storing them for future use. Sometime later, Sam is laden with so many packages and bags that even his long arms are having trouble juggling them when he sees an elderly woman seated by a table with a simple stand of lights.

The hunter in him was always looking for anything unusual which fit the bill. Smiling politely at the woman when approaching, Sam studied the few antique-looking items and decided they seemed innocuous and relaxed. He spotted an old snow globe, picked it up, and sardonically smiled at how it looked diminutive in his large hand and began examining it.

Sam took time to appreciate its craftsmanship. Its base was silver with hand-worked engravings and an inscription in a language he didn’t recognize. Giving it a shake, Sam watched the artificial snow gently drift over a scene of a log cabin snugly ensconced among evergreens and bare-limbed trees. He got that feeling again. Impulsively, he asked how much he was surprised not to have to haggle over the price.

Carefully taking the globe in her gnarled hands, the woman told Sam that it was crafted in the country of her birth but didn’t specify where. She carefully inserted it into an equally old wooden box, telling him it was explicitly constructed to house the globe to keep it safe during its travels. Sam hears rumbling and glances around, spotting an old pickup parking not far off, and turns back to find the woman has disappeared.

Frowning, he placed the box in a bag, gathered up the rest of his purchases, walked to the waiting vehicle, deposited the items in the crowded truck bed, and then climbed in noticed Dean peering through the cab's back window, “Couldn’t find any more stuff, Sam?” “Couldn’t find a bigger tree, Dean?” His brother says nothing while backing the truck up, “Good thing I got all that to decorate it with then.”

Dean grunted as he set his end into the tree stand and, catching his breath, huffed out, “This would’ve been the time to use some of those witchy tricks, Sam.”

“Or maybe a good time to start working out more and cut back on the burgers and pie?” Sam shot back. “Wadda you talking about?” Dean snapped defensively, “I’m in great shape!” Sam gives him bitchface and says, “Keep telling yourself that Dean.“

Squatting down to affix the supports to the tree, Sam continues. ”You got winded just carrying this down the stairs. We have to face it: neither of us is getting any younger. We had this conversation not long after dealing with Chuck. Yes, we’ll enjoy the everyday things we couldn’t before. But if we’re doing something or on a hunt and get seriously injured, Cas isn’t here to help. And you know Jack is hands-off, so we’ve ….”

“Whatever, Sam.” Dean interrupted, unsuccessfully tamping down his that hurt but not gonna acknowledge it look. “I’m going to take my out-of-shape self and get the rest of the stuff from the car. Unless you’re worried I might, I don’t know, fall and break a hip.”

“Dean, that’s not what I,” but his brother just left, and Sam sighed, knowing he’d put his foot in it again, trying not to express his true feelings. Since they got their freedom from the manipulations of heaven, hell, and all the other things that went bump in the night, the feelings he’d buried and thought were over had come back.

Before he said yes to Lucifer, Dean acknowledged Sam was an adult, and he needed to stop being overprotective. But there is a part, deep down, in both Winchesters that is psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent. That part in Sam is one hundred percent positive that if Dean found out, he’d be so disgusted by what a perverted freak he indeed was forcing Dean would cut him out of his life forever.

The bunker's door banged shut, and at the bottom of the stairs, Sam paused on the last tread, watching the scene playing out before him in the war room.

“Oh, come on,” Dean grumbles at an ornament, refusing to stay on a branch of the mostly decorated tree. He lets it go, and it begins coming off again. “That’s it, I’m getting my gun.”

Sam couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “Maybe I should’ve gotten some floaters and air fresheners instead?” He can see Dean mulling over that memory, “They were great.” Peering over at his brother, he asks, “Where did you disappear to? Thought you were going to help.”

Sam held up a grocery bag, “A peace offering? I know you aren’t going to change your habits, but I'm hoping we can compromise, at least when we’re not hunting. It’s 90% lean beef, and the pie,” Dean's whole face lit up, “Is made with almond flour and natural sourced sugar.”

Trading the wayward ornament for the bag, Dean states, “You deal with this,” Sam shakes his head when he hears, “Meatman coming to town” and sets about finishing the tree.

After cleaning up, the brothers sit in the library, drinking beer and watching an old Christmas movie playing on a laptop, when Dean casually inquires, “So what’s with the box?” Sam frowned before realizing he meant and remembered leaving the item sitting by the displayed swords. “It’s ahh, well,” Sam stammers as he retrieves the box, sets it on the table, and lifts the wooden lid. Dean raised an eyebrow at the contents, “Something you need to tell me, Samantha?” he snarks, removing the snow globe.

“I’m not sure why, but I'm drawn to it.” Dean frowned at his brothers' words and took a closer look. “What’s the saying?” He asked, pointing to an inscription on the base. “Not sure. I think it's a form of an older Germanic dialect. I was going to translate it later.”

Since nothing is screaming cursed object, Dean shakes it, making the snow swirl before setting it on the table, picking up his beer, and resuming watching the movie. He could feel Sam suspiciously eyeballing him asks, “What, Sam?” But Sam simply sighed, knowing his brother wouldn’t let it go. And sure enough…

“Did Santa ask if you were a good boy this year?”

Sam glances around trying to figure out where he’s at since a moment ago he was in the laundry and now starting at his decades younger self reclining against a headboard reading he hears his, their, name and watches himself huff in displeasure and getting up proceeds to trip over his own feet.

Following himself down a wood-paneled hallway, they enter a shabbily furnished living room, and spots his brother watching his younger self standing by a wood-burning kitchen stove. “Dean?” Turning, green eyes boggle, seeing Sam standing next to his own younger visage.

“What the hell you’d do, Sam?” Dean’s gravelly voice snapped and got Sam’s back up. “What makes you think I had anything to do with this?!” Dean looks at their younger doppelgängers arguing about something when young Sam stomps to a rickety kitchen table, plopping down on an equally rickety chair, crossing his arms, and glaring at its sacred top.

“Man, I forgot how bad your emoing could get,” Dean offhandedly commented, returning his attention to his brother, eyes hooded. “You were working in the library, so it's not hard to deduce you deciphered some curse cause now,” chucking his thumb toward the window, “We’re in the damn snow globe!”

Sam shot off bitchface #37, “It’s not a curse! I determined the words are an idiom. Слова не воробьи, как только они улетели, их уже не поймать.”

“Can you put that in English for those who don’t speak geek?”

“Words are not sparrows; once they have flown they cannot be recaptured.”

Dean got his running it over in my brain expression, “Yeah, I got nothing.” Sam concurred, “It didn’t make sense to me at first. But then I found a maker's mark hidden in the engravings. The records said they were a tradesman and spiritual alchemist.”

“What do idiot words have to do with Nicolas Flamel?” Sam's lips pursed, “Idiom Dean. And you know who Nicholas Flamel was?”

“Yeah, college boy, he created the philosopher's stone, turning metal into gold and some immortality elixir.” Sam waited. “He was in that Harry Potter movie, alright? What does that have to do with why we were here?”

“Okay, hear me out. Spiritual alchemy believers follow various paths to achieve the same goal, believing that, like metal, one’s soul can be transformed through stages of purification.” Sam began explaining the stages, and by the third, Dean heard enough.

“You're saying all the crap we’ve dealt with from heaven to hell has done some kinda colonic on our souls.” Sam began to speak, “Shut up, I’m on a role here. And if we take that idiom literally, one or both of us said something wrong and the idiom-alchy-snow globe Ghost of Christmas Past us to complete this whatever stage with an apology?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Great! Let’s figure out where here is, get to apologizing and the hell outta this glass ball.” Spying a discarded newspaper Dean tries picking up found he isn’t corporal. “Seriously?” Tipping his head sideways, he says, “Okay, December 22, 1999. We’re in Michigan..or Wisconsin?”

“Dean, what if it's something so bad there’s no way we can ask for forgiveness?”

That response made Dean's eyes narrow. “Sam, you need to tell me something?” His brother shook his head, but every warning signal in Dean was blaring like the bunker klaxon. He’d bet his entire collection of Busty Asian Beauties that Sam knew why that damn snow globe sent them here, but he was keeping it to himself for reasons.

Dean decided to hold his cards and play ignorant for a while longer. “Dude, what haven’t we done and forgiven each other for?”

Turning his attention to their younger selves made Dean feel a sense of nostalgia, missing how less complicated their lives seemed, even with the daily dose of Sam Winchester teen angst, which he always made up for.

Like now, offering to buy hot chocolate and giant pretzels triggered a memory, and the next moment, Dean was among a crowd wandering through the lighted tunnel entrance, following the loop by the salute to the armed forces towards the live reindeer exhibit.

“I remember this!” Dean exclaimed, “Dad left us in Somerset, Wisconsin, and were you all pissy ‘cause I kept giving you crap about this place’s name- Sam’s Christmas Village.”

“What else do you remember, Dean?”

They make a pit stop at the concessions, and while Sam is paying, Dean pulls out his flask, adding a double dollop to Sam’s. The kid needed to loosen up, then exchanged the cup for a pretzel with a smirk.

“This was the first time we got drunk together. Man, you were hilarious! Kept bugging me to go sledding,” Deans said, “And you fell off halfway down and laid there trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.” Surrounded by softly falling snow tinted in hues of blues, greens, and reds, the brothers experience a memory trace of what happened that night.

Laughter fills the air as Dean staggers over, flopping on his back next to Sam, smiling at him when Sam’s expression changes and Sam leans over, his eyes' kaleidoscope colors disappearing into thin rings around dilated dark pupils as his fingertips caress the smooth, cinnamon-freckled skin and plush lips he was aching for when Dean pulled him tightly against him, noticing an unmistakable hard bulge pressing into his upper thigh as Sam instinctively started rocking his hips, seeking friction for his growing hard-on.

Dean feels his cock straining inside his jeans, slides one arm around Sam’s waist, another reaching behind him to cradle the back of his skull, angles his mouth up so he can drive his tongue into Sam’s mouth, feeling him suck on it with a sharp pull that shoots straight to his cock when wolf whistles from sledders passing by startled them caused Dean to bolt upright and dump Sam onto his butt.

Abruptly getting up, Dean grabbed the ropes of both sleds and dragged them downhill, leaving his brother perplexed. Scrambling to his feet, Sam rushes after, inquiring what happened, but Dean only responds that they need to head out before the roads ice over too much. The silent intensity of the drive back is broken only by music playing through the Impala’s speakers. Sam initially thinks Dean is concentrating on the road due to his intoxication. But Dean’s chewing his bottom lip signals he’s upset, and the knot in Sam’s stomach tells him to stay quiet.

Shutting the cabin door, Sam opens his mouth to speak, but Dean beats him to it, saying he overstepped boundaries that shouldn’t have been and won’t let it happen again. In a panic, Sam blurts out how his strange feelings for years were crystal clear.

“I love you, Dean, and want us to be together…like together together.” Dean shakes his head, “It’s the whiskey making you talk nonsense.” Sam’s stubborn streak surfaces, infuriating Dean, who shoves him back against the door and shouts in his face.

“Stop acting like a freak and go sleep it off!”

Sam feels like an ice pick is entering the base of his skull, and his stomach twists, knowing he’s the reason the person he cares most about in the entire world; he cares about more than himself is reacting like this, watching Dean disappear down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door shut. He fucked up royally, and suddenly his life was a mess when it seemed all was about to align an hour ago, making Sam wants to scream, to throw up.

Moving on autopilot, Sam shuts his room door, grabs his duffel, and haphazardly throws his belongings into it. Then, opening the window, he slips out and trudges back to town, heading for the bus station. By the time he arrives, his feet are so numb he shuffles across the linoleum flooring to the counter, setting most of his hoarded money down asked for the furthest distinction it’ll take him.

A short time later, the bus pulls out onto the main highway heading west as Sam leans against his window, wondering how everything outside seems so normal when his world has imploded. Dean turns his attention from the younger visage before him to the mature man beside him.

“This is why you ran away to Flagstaff.”

“You were right about me being a freak all along.”

Dean shakes his head, “No, Sam, it was my fault. I tried so hard to keep what I felt hidden, but that night..,” Sam's burst of laughter made Dean bark, “You think that’s funny?”

Eyes that never settled their color, hardened by the decades of horrors they’d lived through, were now gazing at him with unworldliness a thirteen-year-old Dean, after confirming everything in their dad’s journal was true, helplessly watched flame out like dying embers.

“No, Dean. The snow globe brought us back for the dissolution stage, dissolving false beliefs. We’ve been at cross purposes all these years for the same reason, each of us thinking we are the problem and the only way out is to no longer deny our feelings.”

Lifting his hand, Sam hesitated to let his fingertips explore the older, but still, so much loved, freckled skin again when Dean shifted, reaching his still-strong hand to cradle the back of his brother’s skull, angling his mouth up and breathed out against his lips.

“Sammy, we’re good.”

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