#rotating purple cake

[gaywebcorenostalgia]

Rotating purple cake

[inkclover]

*points the yuri beam at y'all yaoi* ...YURI BEAM GO-! rough sketches under the cut

[aaakikoo]

random low effort Attack On Titan headcanons

-> I’m back from the long ass break lol, I’ll try to most more regularly <3

-> nothing is 18+ so everyone can interact, some of these could be a lil icky n they could give ur favs an ick but some r rlly sweet too <3

-> this a guy ver ill do a girl ver soon!

-> girl ver

EREN J.

listens to rap but fails to rap as fast as the rapper so it turns into him mumbling.😭

has a collection of funk pops

doesn’t have a mid, or bad but TERRIBLE spice tolerance.

thinks that his loud motorcycle is hot

his breath smells like onion sometimes

surprisingly doesn’t sweat alot

his fav colour is sage green and black

tries to act manly infront of mikasa but ends up looking stupid

argues with armin but when he proves him wrong he says “that’s exactly what I said!” 💀

doenst use sunscreen

tries to make food for armin and mikasa but fail so the trio end up making food together instead

lends armin his clothes

ARMIN A.

drinks jet black coffee every morning

his breath always smells like mint

has a collection of polo shirts

get sad/offended when he sees those tiktoks of ppl saying that blue eyes are scary.

listens to true crime on the daily

is very very organized like WAYYYY too organized, on his desk his pens, papers, clips etc are all sorted out in different containers, his clothes are washed and ironed perfectly in his closet with each drawer, his bathrooms smells so expensive all the time.

wears those shorts with longer black shorts underneath

has little/to no hair on his body expect his face

has a pet parrot

is allergic to dogs

JEAN K.

this man has a collection of colognes but only used 3 of them.

also has a tie collection

unlike eren he only knows how to cook the basics, coffee, salads, pancakes, cereal, eggs and bacon, pasta & noodles.

he isn’t super organized but like to have control, I feel like he’d have an obsession with vacuuming especially the living room.

watched BEN 10 as a kid

Fav colour purple

smokes cigs, but only sometimes.

calls his car “his lady”

loves to paint/draw

he’d be one of those guys who wear shorts and a tank and no socks around the house (nun wrong w that)

hairy legs but no hair on his arms n chest??? 😭

asks to borrow ur Netflix

spam comments under his partners posts

loves frank ocean

CONNIE S.

surprisingly I feel like Connie would know how to bake and very responsible when it comes to that.

still has the hand writing of a 7 year old

has a collection of tote bags

has a silver piercing in his left ear

loves chunky belts and chunky silver rings

a huge fan of ariana grande

doesn’t like sea food

loves to watch reality tv and get involved in drama

a nice gym bro

doesn’t smoke but drinks on occasions like he really takes his chance

has fully loaded biceps

has 3 suits. Black, grey and navy and rotates between them.

has seen every show/movie on Netflix

LEVI A.

black coffee everyday as well

loves to collect exotic types of tea

has a skincare routine of face wash, moisturizer and sunscreen

uses a bonnet when he sleeps

doesn’t eat meat

listens to rain ASMR when he can’t sleep

always has a bottle of water with him everywhere

his showers r 30 mins long

only wears suit pants

has a wallet with a pic of Hange in it

his fav cake is cheesecake but only eats it if the biscuit ratio is bigger than the cream cheese

loves red tulips

reads the news paper and listens to the radio everyday for 15 mins

ERWIN S.

eats only eggs and bacon with orange juice for breakfast

has a huge collection of suit shirts that he wears everyday

carries a small comb around

has a pen in his chest pocket

when he sees a good looking man he always admires them out loud

has 2 colognes that he rlly likes and wears

really good at cooking

tries to say Gen z slangs

a huge MJ fan

loves Sherlock Holmes

a hairy man

loves dogs

only uses sunscreen on his face

has a little bit of a sweet tooth

uses Vaseline all the time, he has a tub at his place, a tub in his office and a stick with him all the time

REINER B.

lactose intolerant

loves to rewatch his childhood shows/movies

loves salty things, actually he eats quite literally anything

scared of animals

has a fear of heights (??)

actually really great with kids

always rushes to the other side of the car to open the door for his lady

sucks ass at cooking

he is really strong but doesn’t have very good stamina

loves to play video games

very good at literature, wants to be an author (modern AU)

BERTHOLDT H.

nut allergy

has long fingers

very shy and doesn’t really have an opinion on anything

[ctrldoll]

Strawberries & Blueberries! (A Sweet Treat For A Sweet Man!♡)

Pic - Pinterest Account: @candytufftie.

I have been thirsting over this cake for wayyyy too long (a day) and our wholesome baby deserves to enjoy it! (I'm delulu) (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Sorry if I butchered the German language ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ I was using DeepL Translator.

König/F! Reader, Baking & Wholesomeness. Fluff & a little bit Suggestive.

Enjoy!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Writing tips are appreciated in this household!! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ (Seriously, I'm aiming to improve in writing! ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ)

“Meine liebe (my love), there’s no need to do all of this. We can just spend the day rewatching the series you love.” Kong tried to convince you but failed miserably as you pulled out your cookbook and placed it on the table, [f/c] apron tied around your body and your face beaming. A red, silk bookmark stood out underneath the pages before it and a grin shone on your face as you opened it.

“I am not going to hear you out, Kö. You just got back and I have to treat you. Please, it'll make me really happy. Please?”

The large man sighed at the sight of your pleading, shoulders lowering in defeat and with a nod, a smile appeared on your face and you rushed to hug him. “Thank you! It's going to taste so good!” König rolled his eyes, a warm smile on his face as your frame tightly held onto him before you let go.

“I'm so glad I managed to snag a remaining copy of the book. The Pinterest mom who created it said that if I didn't contact her at the time I did I would have probably found them sold out! She’s such a sweet lady. I hope I'll be like her when I’m older. Five whole children and she’s still so active.”

“Gosh, she’s lucky to have all the energy to handle all the stuff that she has to do. Her husband seems sweet too. He was playing with the kids at the park as she was explaining the contents of the book to me. They were so adorable together.”

I truly hope that you and I will be like that too. Probably because of how wonderful of a boyfriend you are. No doubt that our future will look like that”.

König paused as he brought out the egg carton from the fridge. You imagined him being with you for so long? König sometimes wondered how he ended up with someone as amazing as yourself. “Was there no one else who you’d rather commit a relationship to?” “Was he worthy of you?”

Truly, he didn't know. You were, in his eyes, way too graceful for him. Kind, loving and sweet as sugar towards people whom you showed care for. You treated him so well that he sometimes couldn't grasp that he was around you. Around your light. Your presence. Your amazing self.

The whisk rotated firmly as he moved it, not wanting you to injure your soft hands and form callouses and blisters which he had grown accustomed to. König could tell that you were keen on watching his arms as he worked and made sure to flex his muscles as long as you were on sight. The little lip bite you do makes it so worth it.

“Don't try to tempt me, Kö. Gosh, the sugar in the mixture smells divine”. His lips kissed your cheek after his hand grazed your bum as he placed the flour in the cupboard.

You brought out the strawberries and blueberries, basking in their blooming red and blue-purple colour with a grin on your face as they sat on the basket you placed them in after washing them. A smack to your hand made you roll your eyes as you attempted to taste a juicy strawberry once more then a blueberry after you had a couple of them. König took the strawberry from your hand and sliced it. “Dummes mädchen (silly girl), why did you choose to stuff four strawberries and a couple of berries in your mouth?”

“You keep pushing my hand away from the basket. What else am I supposed to do?” You responded, wiping the icing you placed on top of the berries from your lips.

König chuckled and walked up to them. “You've got a little bit left at the corner of your lips. Lassen sie mich Ihnen helfen. (Let me help you.)”

König’s thick thumb trailed over the curve of your lip, making your cheeks grow hot. They grew hotter as you watched him lick the icing off of it, a teasing smile growing on his face at your dismay.

You looked away, desire pooling in you and started wide-eyed when his hand gently moved your face right back to his sight. “I was on the mission for a while. Pardon my boldness, but I just can't wait to feel you right after we’re done.”

“I understand the feeling so much. I can't wait either. I hope I'll be able to walk tomorrow. Knowing you, I doubt it.” You giggled and gently kissed his cheek then moved to place the batter in baking pans.

“Meine Güte, du hast mein Verlangen nach dir noch verstärkt.” (“My goodness, you've made me crave you even more.”)

“It's so good!” You grinned as you chewed on the sweet taste of the cake as you both sat on the couch, cuddling as a show you loved played on the TV.

“Yes, it is.” König nodded then popped a blueberry into his mouth and smiled at you.

You caught his gaze and smiled back. “You've got a little icing...here.” You said and flicked the icing off of his soft lips with your thumb and licked it off of your finger. You caught the desire pooling in his eyes and lifted your head to kiss him. Lowering his head, your lips met his. The fruity taste of the cake resided in your mouths and you savoured one another.

“Hmm! Kö, let’s- oh! eat first.” You told him as your hands caressed his face. His hands moved lower onto your sides and tightly held onto them as he placed you on his lap.

“Lass mich jetzt ein kleine stück von dir essen. Dann esse ich gleich noch mehr kuchen.” ("Let me eat a little piece of you now. Then I'll eat some more cake.")

[keoni-chan]

🌻 Year 3 - Summer - Season Summary 🌻

This rotation took me literal years, but we made it. Yay.

The summer of year 3 was an eventful summer, featuring many weddings, births and deaths. So basically a typical summer for Angler's Bay, I guess.

🌻Deaths: Sarah Wolfe (old age) Asia Wolfe-Weekes (old age) Bekah Volden (old age)

🌻Babies born: Simon McBride Elliot Nang Silas and Sophie Harmon Nay'vi Esteves Faye Wolfe

🌻 Adopted: Ryan Wolfe (born as Ryan Burkett)

🌻Weddings: Gabriel Harmon & Luna Grey Parker Nang & Selena Grey Maxwel Hall & Townie Oliver 🌻Engagements: None

🌻 Break ups: Kieran Burkett & Zoey Burkett-DeLuna Benjamin Weekes & Tiago Weekes-Estevez

🌻Businesses: Coffee & Cake(lvl 3) - Liam Wolfe - Closed Josie’s home business (lvl 2) - Josephine Burkett - Closed Burger Boys (lvl 7) - Liam Wolfe Screen Time Cinema (lvl 5) - Samuel Grey F.L.E.X. (lvl 5) - Maxwell Hall Purple Noise (lvl 3) - Maxwell Hall Open Mic (lvl 3) - Jason Hall Pizza House (lvl 7) - Jason Hall Mirror Mirror (lvl 10) - Kiara Harmon Fresh Food Market (lvl 7) - Dwight Volden Get Pet (lvl 3) - Cas Marlowe

[ombrathefurry]

I have a theory involving Smallfeather. A large one that only took 100.04% of my brain power too cook up.

Ok so hear me out...

(not like that)

One of the earliest code memes of yours that I saw on Scratch, Cake By The Ocean Original Code Meme, features Smallfeather in a purple sweater with what appears to be white sleeves (Image 1)

Well, in the second image and the third one for closer comparison, I provided something of similar look, which I've joked about in the past. This look of Smallfeather has a jarring similarity to that of Cindy's, a bundle inside of Roblox.

So, one could say that the two are equivalent. However, it would be irresponsible to end my theory here, so i have further proof behind my claim here.

Inside of a more recent original code meme of yours, Hanabi || Animation Meme, Smallfeather can be seen on a background with a grey square. Now, if you watched the animation for approximately 0.7 seconds after the intro like I did, you'd notice that the square turns a bit under 45 degrees (fourth image).

Well, I think there is where I caught him. Down to the squares rotation and color scheme, it has a BLATANT similarity to the Roblox Icon (fifth image).

So, I in fact, conclude my theory. We've caught him, boys. SMALLFEATHER IS CINDY FROM ROBLOX CONFIRMED.

why do you spend your time doing this

[fineprintedsunsets]

CUPCAKE AFFAIRS

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 3! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List | Bucky Barnes & Characters Master-List

 inspired by your favorite song +“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

Synopsis: Your sugar daddy will make sure you get anything you want, even if it's another man.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sugardaddy!maxburnett x nickfowler x f reader. daddy kink (I don't have one myself, but I hope I gave it justice) fingering. MMF. dirty talk. use of pet names (I got you fluffy whores). p in v sex. oral (male receiving)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Suga' Daddy - Inayah

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

“Monarch” was beautiful, and flashy, and-

Are those cupcakes?

Those are definitely cupcakes.

You sigh with relief. This was nothing like the other events Max dragged you to. Last month it was a charity ball and after all the conversations about politics and the old ass man looking at your breast, you were over it real quick.

Max made up for it though, that was the best part about having a sugar daddy. The sex is fucking amazing. And Max had special skills when it came to that area.

“You alright, Princess?” He gruffs, leading you both inside the doors to the downtown bar that just opened up. Max was in business with its owner, Nick. So of course he had to celebrate the grand opening.

“Fine.” You smile, still eyeing those cupcakes. Sprinkles and icing atop a beautiful fluffy sponge cake. They sit leisurely placed on a rotating cake display. Max smiles, seeing what piqued your interest.

“Go get one baby, Meet me at the bar, alright?”

“Of course, Daddy.” Max’s brows shoot up as he smirks, landing a light tap on your ass. You have never called him daddy in public before, and now that you had, he was never letting you stop.

You yelp at the contact but agree as you smooth down the back of your dress. Max picked it out like he did all the others you wore during these events. The pink fabric fits you perfectly, hugging and even accentuating your curves.

Max finds his way to the bar top, probably to discuss business things with Nick. That’s what you called them anyway, “Business things”. You have eyes on the last pink cupcake with purple pearl sprinkles.

It looks heavenly, and mouth-watering, and-

You reach to grab the delectable dessert before another hand brushes your own, making you pull back suddenly.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey! Take it.” Your eyes meet with a fair-skinned man, his bright smile reaching his ears. You blush at his features, suddenly remembering your fingers just brushed.

“Are you sure?” Your voice squeaks, shy and acutely aware your breasts are on display, but the man doesn't look down once, he keeps his eyes up at your face. You never knew respect could be so hot.

“The beautiful girl deserves the prettiest cupcake, no?”

Your face is comparable to a tomato, but thank god the bar lights are just dim enough to hide it. You smile, reaching your hand to grab the cupcake. The man smiles as his hands slide into their suit pockets, you can see the slightest hint of his veins, his large fingers resting inside the pocket.

Is it hot in here?

“It matches your dress, after all.” He points, lifting his suit with him. God, he has muscles. Lots of them. You look down as if you’ve forgotten what you put on, with him, you kind of forgot you were wearing anything.

“It does.” You notice, pulling the wrapper off the frosted desert. As much as you’d love to keep admiring the man that is standing next to the delicious cupcakes, you have to try one.

You bring it up to your lips, biting into the icing and cake at once. You bring your hand up to catch any of the crumbs, allowing the icing to melt on your tongue. You could almost groan, it's so good.

You bring it away from your mouth, missing the taste of it already. He still stands there, a laugh emitting from his lips. “Come here.” You quirk your brow in question, still chewing the spongy cake as the man steps forward, bringing a gentle hand to swipe at your lips.

You freeze at his touch, feeling sparks emit through your skin. He brings his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip, gathering icing that must have stuck to the skin. He keeps your eyes locked as he brings the digit to his own pink lips, licking off the buttercream.

You almost choke as you swallow. Your knees are jelly, and your eyes can’t stay off of the man. Who is he? And why is he making you hot and bubbly inside?

“Nick Fowler” He puts his hand out, breaking the heated silence, but before you can reach to shake it, a voice pulls you back down to reality.

“I see you’ve met Nick.” Max joins you two at the cupcake stand, a bit of agitation in his tone. You almost smile, uh oh, daddy’s jealous.

You're aware now, this is the new owner of Monarch, Max’s business partner. Nick, as in the Nick. “Max, How you been man?” Nick’s eyes break away from you, switching his hand to shake Max’s

“Good” Max replies with a hint of accusation woven throughout his tone. The two men’s palms slide against each other. Now you can see both Max and Nick’s strong fingers and the recurring veins that mark Nick’s hand-

God. It definitely is hot in here.

Nick and Max both turn to you, and the intensity of their gazes, the remembrance of Nick’s fingers against your lip, and Max-

Max looked so angry, it made you want to rub your thighs together.

“Join me at the bar, Princess.”

Is it just you, or did Nick’s gaze just harden? Max was shooting daggers through your body, but he didn’t own you, he was your sugar daddy, not your boyfriend, although you can’t atone for the amount you hoped otherwise.

Max treated you like his little princess, always caring and soft when you needed him to be. But when you wanted to be put in your place?

Max knew how to do that too.

“Can Nick join us?” You ask, passing a small wink to Nick. Max sees it, you make sure he does.

You know he doesn't want you to see it, but it’s hard to ignore the way his finger flexes and curls into a tight fist at his sides. “Of course, Can I have a word with you first, baby?”

“Course.” You mutter, Max indicates for Nick to wait at the bar and he does so with an eager eye, taking a cupcake for the road. You finished yours while Nick and Max stared each other down during that way-to-long-hand shake.

Max joins you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You know Nick is watching, Max is trying to make it seem as if he’s just giving you a kiss, but in reality, he’s doing much more.

“Does he make you wet, princess?”

“Max!” You attempt to pull away, but you can’t. Max won't let you.

“Answer me or I’ll stick my hand down those pretty pink panties your wearing and find out for myself.” Your thighs clench at your sugar daddy’s tone, jealousy and anger, and arousal mixing in this throat.

Embarrassment now clouds your cheeks as you dip your head “Yes.” You mutter in resentment, shrinking away just a bit from Max. His fingers graze your cheekbone gently, forcing you to look up at him.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, princess. Do you want him?”

“No, Max. I want you.” You whine, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes intertwine, heat sparking throughout your chest.

“I know, baby. But you know what I really mean.”

You did. You didn’t want to admit to that fact.

Max’s lips dip down to your ear-lobe, flicking his tongue out to trace the skin, You gasp as he places your chin at his shoulder, your eyes locking with Nick’s. He’s staring very intensely.

“Do you want his fingers? ‘Want to see how those veins feel stuffed inside of you?”

Your chest bubbles as air exits your lungs too quickly, making you winded. Max’s tongue at your ear, his filthy words, and Nick’s eyes from the bar…

It could make you cum right here and right now.

“Oh I know, Princess. I saw you eyeing him. Is that what you want?”

Fuck. Could you deny you were attracted to Nick? No. Did you want Max to know? Yes and no.

Yes, because Max could make it happen. He would do anything for you. But saying it allowed seemed like uncharted territory. Max seemed so jealous when you were eyeing Nick, or maybe he was just playing a part, knowing it would’ve turned you on.

It worked.

Too well.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“Yes! Fuck, Max.” He pulls away from your ear, the torture halting for a moment. He smiles, like he’s happy you confessed you want someone other than himself.

“You’ll get him then-” Max’s fingers pull at your chin, stroking the flesh of your cheek. “Just know, You're mine, whether you agree or not.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

🧁

Max had accomplished what he had promised. The bar’s grand opening celebration was far away as you sat in a leather booth with both men. The V.I.P. section was cleared immediately as Nick heard Max’s proposition. The booth walls are high enough so no one can see inside, and guards are stationed outside the doors which lead into the V.I.P. rooms.

But if you moan loud enough, which you are sure you will, the potential clients will hear. Max and Nick seemed to pay no mind to that fact, though.

“She’s so pretty, Max.” Nick runs his curled fingers across your cheek, sending sparks shooting through your body. Max presses into you from the right side, his hand tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

If only they would inch higher.

“You hear that princess, Daddy’s friend thinks you're pretty”. You nod, smiling, unable to speak as Nick's hand dips lower, exploring your curves, causing heat to bloom everywhere, turning your veins to molten lava.

“Tell him what you want, baby. Tell him what you told Daddy.”

You gulp, feeling both pairs of hands pause, robbing and taunting you at the same time. You swallow, the air sucking itself from your throat. “Want to feel Nick’s fingers, daddy.” You confess to Max, looking away from his partner.

Max smiles, grabbing your cheeks, forcing your head to turn the opposite way, your gaze colluding with Nick’s blue pupils. “Tell him.”

“Want your fingers inside me, Nick.” He shifts, his cock painfully straining against his pants, matching Max’s slacks.

“You gonna be good for me, sweet girl? Listen to what your daddy tells you?”

Your head sways quickly, showing Nick how eager you are, and Max how well you’ll listen to him. Max pulls your face back to his, bringing your lips to his own. It never gets old, feeling his lips devouring yours, letting you moan into his mouth.

You squirm, your pussy begging for Nick’s attention. His digits reach under your dress, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You groan into Max’s mouth, feeling both over and under-whelmed. Max lips break for air, a string of salvia still connecting your puffy lips.

Nick’s fingers reach higher, brushing right over your panties, resting at your navel. You whine, bucking your hips into Nick’s hand, acutely aware of your odd position in the booth, Your half twisted to Max, your legs dangling off the cushion.

“C’mere”. Max’s helps you get more comfortable, while his other hand reaches into his slacks, undoing his belt. You watch as his muscles flex at the action, pulling his belt out of the loops, and releasing himself.

His cock is hard and heavy, pre-cum dripping from its tip. You can feel both men’s gazes at your back, your hips are angled in the air, pressing into Nick’s side as your head is at eye-level with Max’s cock.

“Suck your daddy’s cock, baby” Nick’s hoarse voice echos, as his fingers slide down, rubbing a small circle against your clothed clit. You buck, your mouth closing around Max’s hard cock.

He moans, feeling your wet lips run against him, your tongue finding his veins, licking a stripe up the trail. Nick smiles, seeing Max throw his head back, his fingers engulfing your scalp. Nick’s fingers move your panties to the side, hiking your dress up with the other. You gasp as the cool hair hits your pussy, making your clit cry with sensitivity.

“Such a pretty pussy she has, Max.” You groan at the compliment, clenching down on air. Max smiles as he guides your head up and down his cock, his lips parting in a feral groan.

The more you suck Max’s cock, the more you buck into Nick’s fingers. Tired of the teasing. The crude sounds of your gagging and your arousal fill the air, Nick’s fingers hook your pink panties aside as he circles your clit.

You buck, moaning around Max’s cock, sending vibrations through him, making a guttural groan exit his mouth. Max couldn’t decide to look at you, to where your mouth wraps pretty around his cock, or to Nick who’s running your fingers over your slick folds.

“Mmm. How is she doing on your end?” Max teases watching Nick’s digits circle your entrance, collecting your arousal.

“She’s so wet for us.”

You groan, gagging as Max thrust into your throat, filling you up completely, salvia dripping from your chin. Max nods to Nick, giving him the okay, and before you can be warned, a single digit pushes into you.

Nick groans in approval, watching his finger sink like a rock in water, filling you just a bit. You clench around the digit, wincing at the intrusion, waiting for the relief of being filled up to fill your body.

Nick pushes another finger into you without warning. You moan, feeling Max’s thrust start to stutter.

“Doing so well for him, princess.” Max praises, slowing down your movements with his hand, not wanting to come too soon.

“You feel his veins, sweetheart? Can you feel them buried deep inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” Your reply is muffled, sounding like inaudible hums as you buck your hips into Nick’s fingers, urging him to move. He looks at Max for approval, and he nods. His digits pump leisurely in and out of you, curling each time they re-enter.

“There, honey.” Nick praises as you continue the abuse on Max’s cock, licking his veins, bobbing your head up and down, urging him to come. Max’s fingers tighten around your strands, bucking his hips into your throat.

“Gonna swallow for me, princess? Show Nick how good you can be for your daddy?” The more Max talks, the wetter you get, and Nick seems to notice.

“Keep talking to her, she likes that.” He comments as he curls his digits, making you cry out. The feeling of Max’s cock filling your throat, a few more sporadic thrusts before he’s releasing, and Nick’s veins hitting every spot inside of you, it made you want to cry and scream and cum.

It was too much, but never enough.

“Just like that, princess. Mm. Feel Daddy’s cum filling your throat. Swallow it for me, pretty girl.” You do as he asks, swallowing the spurts of cum he’s released down your throat. You pull away with a pop, grateful for the air that fills your lungs. The taste circles your buds as you run his release over your tongue.

Max smiles, the flush of his orgasm still blessing his features. You can feel your own orgasm rise through you, threatening to burst. Before you can get yourself to the edge using your own thrust to meet Nick’s fingers, he stops, releasing his digits from your needy cunt.

“Need to have you on my cock, pretty girl. Ask your daddy for me, will you?”

You clench, and look up at Max through tear-stained cheeks and batted eyelashes. “Can I ride Nick’s cock, Daddy?”

“Hmm. I think you deserve it, you did so good sucking my cock.” A twinge of excitement and anticipation wrack through you, mirroring Nick’s own face.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Nick’s cock is already out of his pants, staining his suit with his own pre-cum. His cock isn’t as large as Max’s, but where he lacks in length he makes up in girth.

Just like his fingers, veins protrude from his cock, making your pussy clench. You straddle Nick’s lap, your back pressing against the table of the booth. Max slides closer, his eyes watching as Nick lines up his cock with your entrance.

“You like when daddy watches you take another man’s cock? You like that it makes me jealous, princess?” You nod, feeling Nick slide into your heat as you cry out from the intrusion, his fingers doing nothing to help you warm up.

“Not even shy about it anymore, either,” Max says, watching Nick’s hands guide your hips up and down as you ride his cock. The sight has Max getting hard all over again. Your orgasm is back and ready to burst as Nick thrust into you harder, each time his pace speeds up, pushing and pulsating inside you.

“So good, sweet girl! Mmph. Come on my cock, okay? Can you do that for me?” You close your eyes, leaning forward so your hands rest against the top of the booth seat, allowing Nick to slide in deeper.

“M’coming! Nick!” Nick smiles, giving you small words of encouragement as he nods his head, your breath colliding as you come over his cock, feeling Max’s gaze all over your body. Nick comes just moments after, pulling out to coat you both in his release. Max places a kiss against your temple, telling you how well you did.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, princess. And celebrate this bar opening, hmm?”

You laugh, your breath still unsteady. “That wasn’t enough celebration?”

“How about another cupcake?” Nick pitches in, smiling, flashing his dimples.

“Coming!”

[rainycat2]

dare not say that a man forgets sooner; i have loved none but you

The Dead on Main fanfic I promised. AO3 link here! First chapter is short.

(Edit 3/6/23 for clarity)

Chapter One: The Invite

Constantine knew that, on occasion, he had the seemingly-supernatural ability to get himself into some really, truly, utterly��bonkers situations. Being a magician in the first place would be a good starting place, much less having effectively escaped death itself by selling his soul sixty ways to Sunday. 

But this?

This was the shit frosting on the particularly radioactive, glowing-green shit cake.

Really, his day had been going pretty well before all of this happened. Comparatively. There hadn’t been any major crises or bullshit that he’d been dragged into, or forced to consult on. The only thing on his docket was the meeting at the Watchtower he was being “asked” to “advise” on, regarding a JLD matter that had the potential to need the daylight League. See, he knew it wasn’t necessary, but the damn Bat was so paranoid he’d jump at a shadow if it so much as flickered the wrong way, so. 

Watchtower it was.

The meeting had progressed relatively normally, to his relief, but close to the end, right when he’d started considering actually lighting the cigarette that dangled between his teeth, right when he’d started properly zoning out… power zipped down his spine, shocking him into sitting straight up. Cold shot down his arms, gooseflesh rising at the sensation as he blinked, then cursed. Captain Marvel shot up as well, looking around like he’d been hit over the head with a pan.

Death magic.

“Get back from the table, you bloody-!” Before he could even finish the curse, a glowing green hole in goddamned reality ripped open in front of his eyes, hovering above the table. It hurt to look at, frankly, the sickly neon green turning to black to green to purple to white to green-- 

Augh, Jesus. He tore his eyes away before the not-fully-in-reality hole could melt his brain. “Don’t look at the damn thing,” he barked, shielding his eyes slightly with a hand.

“What is it,” Bats growled, every line in his posture screaming defense, tenseness, ready to fight.

“It’s-”

A sharp, comical, almost cartoonish pop hit their ears, once again cutting the Brit off as two envelopes fluttered to the meeting room table, the hole in reality just. Disappearing. There one second, gone the next before he could even process. 

Constantine sighed heavily, taking a long, long swig from the flask tucked into his coat pocket before he examined the letter, noting the swirling black script addressed to him. Well, nothing really to lose, he noted, picking it up and breaking the seal quickly.

To John Constantine, Tenant of the House of Mystery, Master of the Arcane Arts, Deceiver of Death, and all other titles that he Lay Claim to;

His High Majesty of the Infinite Realms, of Purgatory, of the Underworld and all other names through History and Time, High King Daniel Phantom, Balance of Life and Death, Champion of All, Ancient of Space, requests your presence at the upcoming Samhain Ball. 

Attire is black-tie, masks are optional, and weapons are restricted. All souls upon acceptance of this invitation shall be bound to an oath of peace for the duration of the Ball, which shall last one Earth day, twenty-four hours, or one rotation of the Planet Earth orbiting Sol in the Milky Way Galaxy.

Accommodations for all who request it shall be made in the King’s Keep in the Infinite Realms, with travel, food, and all other necessary needs provided. 

The Samhain Ball is dated to October 31st, 20XX to the early morning of November 1st, 20XX. 

Please either accept or decline this invitation by October 5th, 20XX so the appropriate accommodations can be arranged.

-Their Excellency, Ancient of Time, Former Consort of King Pariah Dark, Advisor to the King, Lord Clockwork of the Infinite Realms

“...shit."

[sweet-self-indulgence]

Bleeding Out Part 2

The first chapter is here.

I really liked the first part of the prompt, but it didn't feel very Sam x Mika since he was unconscious the whole time.

Part 2 is from Sam's perspective!

Warning for graphic depictions of pain, blood, and gore.

They had been winning the fight handily at first, but those damned devils are dragging this out. Sam can sense it, the turning of the tide, and it’s not in their favor. It’s time to get out, now. He signals his brothers. James meets his eyes with a firm nod and Erik reciprocates the hand sign without taking his eyes off his opponents. 

Sam’s eyes flick over the carnage, where did the runts get to-FUCK!

Sam speeds to intercept the devil poised to thrust an evil looking spear at Matthew and Damien’s unprotected backs. As he runs, he yanks on the red string tied to his finger.

Sam looks down to see metal protruding from his chest. I must have made it in time, are his last thoughts before darkness consumes him.

Pain.

Agony is the only sensation, the only thought. Pain consumes Sam’s entire being. It has no location, no feeling. Some kind of instinct  kicks in and Sam tries to move, to escape, to fight.

Suddenly the word is darkness again.

Then for a few moments, Sam exists in a twilight of consciousness. Pain radiates from his abdomen. It burns white-hot and fierce, but it feels distant somehow. Other feelings tug at his senses. Crimson magic pulls at his organs, stitching a barrier around the fire. Blue and purple auras flicker to his left, they seem brittle from fatigue and anxiety. Black energy swirls around his head, it seems to grow weaker and weaker. The shadow over him briefly lifts and Sam moans as the pain becomes tangible again. Then the black tendrils drift back into his mind, they shimmer with golden flecks that bring a comforting warmth. Darkness slowly overtakes him, and Sam relaxes into it.

The scent of blood startles Sam into awareness. He focuses on the scent, demon blood. Sam’s eyes snap open. The world rotates wildly for a second before snapping into place. A hand comes up to hold his throbbing head, horns? Shit.

He looks around the room, craning his neck as much as his horns will allow him. At one end of the room Matthew and Damien lie in a heap on the sofa. Matthew has dried blood caked on his shoulder. Sam can just make out red hair matted with blood tucked into Matthew’s elbow. Behind him James’ head rests on his shoulder as he sits slumped in an armchair. In the matching chair, Erik’s head falls behind him at an awkward angle. His right hand is covered in flaking blood.

Sam struggles to make sense of the sight, something seems off, but his brain feels sluggish. Pieces slowly click into place. We’re in our demon forms, which is weird cause we’re in the human world. All the blood is dry, hours old. Why is there blood? The fight…Sam looks down at his chest and frowns at the white gauze wrapped around his ribs.

Mika’s head and hands lay by his side. Sam’s heart flutters a little as he gazes at her sleeping face. She’s beautiful, even with her hair and cheeks smudged with blood. My blood, Sam realizes, she worries so much about me. I should let her know I’m okay.

As Sam opens his mouth, Mika opens her eyes, and her face takes his breath away. He can feel a goofy smile pulling at his lips. 

“You all look like shit.”

As if his words were some kind of spell, the room suddenly buzzes with activity. His brothers swarm around him, asking him and each other a million questions that Sam can’t seem to fully understand. His attention is focused on Mika. She’s grasping his hand with tears in her eyes.

Shit I made her cry again! Sam tries to sit up and pull her into his arms, but he only moves a few inches before blinding pain sucks him back into unconsciousness.

The next time Sam opens his eyes the world comes into focus more easily. He’s lying in bed in what used to be his room. Mika is slumped in a chair pushed right next to the bed. Her hand is limp in one of his own, he can feel the faintest trickle of energy flowing between them. Sam quickly cuts the connection. That was stupid, she could get seriously hurt letting me drain her like that.

Sam opens his mouth to ask her but only a rasping sound comes out. His tongue feels impossibly dry. He notices a bowl of half-melted ice chips and shoves a few in his mouth. As he lets the melting ice soothe his throat, he ponders the feeling of the spells holding his insides together, must’ve been cursed or something.

After the second handful of ice Sam’s mouth finally feels normal enough to swallow a sip of water. His empty stomach cramps painfully around the scant bit of liquid. Sam grimaces and forces himself to take two more slow swallows.

He replaces the now-empty bowl on the side table and starts testing his extremities. He had no problems moving his head and arms just then. His legs feel stiff, but otherwise fine. Sam clenches his core experimentally. A dull pain reminds him of the exact shape of the spear that stabbed him, but honestly his stomach feels worse.

Sam swings his feet to the floor and succeeds in hoisting himself out of bed quietly enough not to disturb the sleeping human. He wobbles dangerously on his first few steps but manages to adjust to the weakness in his knees so that he shuffles fairly efficiently across the room.

Thud.

Sam hisses as the unexpected impact of his horns on the doorframe sends a wave of pain to his head. He sighs and twists his broad horns through the doorway.

Damien suddenly skids into the hall. His eyes look frantic, and his hair is sticking up on one side, but he has enough energy to glamor, Sam notes with relief. Damien dashes at his brother but stops two inches shy of crashing into him. He drops his forehead onto Sam’s shoulder. Sam wraps one arm around his brother and uses the other to smooth his bedhead, It’s alright, bubs. I’m okay.

Damien shakes his head, and Sam can feel tears on his chest. He tilts his neck to smoosh his cheek into the top of Damien’s head. Stop being a dumbass! We were all getting our asses kicked! You can repay me by helping me get some fucking food.

A wet chuckle bubbles out from Damien. He guides Sam’s arm over his shoulders and helps him shuffle down the stairs. They find James and Matthew at the dining room table, also back in their human forms.

“You’re up! And I’ll bet you’re hungry!”, Matthew’s darting into the kitchen before Sam can even nod.

Sam collapses into chair across from James and manages to rasp around the hoarseness in his voice, “Update?”

James looks at Damien who runs off the to kitchen before responding, “You’ve been mostly unconscious since the fight a little over two days ago. The devil syndicate is still a problem, but likely not an imminent threat. Erik, Damien, Matthew, and I received only minor injuries. Mika is unharmed. We are all recovering from critically low energy, though.”

A glass of water slides into Sam’s hands and he thanks Damien silently while slowly sipping from it. “So, why’d you let Mika give energy to an unconscious Incubus?”, Sam’s voice sounds almost normal now and James does not miss the danger in his tone.

Exhaustion is abruptly apparent on James’ face as he pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers, “Believe me, I tried to explain the risks, but the lady insisted.”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up, he’d never seen James fail to convince anyone of something important. She must have ‘insisted’ pretty violently. I’d give anything to have seen that! Sam huffs a laugh and immediately regrets it as the dull pain in his chest becomes sharp.  

“Don’t go pulling your stitches!” Erik chides as he slides into a seat next to Sam.

“Stiches?” Sam glances down at his demonic body. He quite literally does not have a stitch of clothing on.

“It’s a human expression. But a web of spells is the only thing keeping your blood on the inside until you have enough energy to heal properly…” Erik trails off as he checks on the spells with gently fingers strumming lightly over Sam’s bandaged torso.

Just as he nods in satisfaction, Matthew places a large pizza on the table. “Should I reheat another if everyone’s up?”

“That’s not a bad idea, Matthew. I’ll go see if Mika wants to join us.”, James offers before quickly disappearing up the stairs.

“Sorry it’s leftovers, but I figured fast and filling would be better for now. And-and I’ll cook something fresh for dinner in a few hours. But we’ve just been ordering food while we get our energy up and—”

“C’mere” Sam interrupts Matthew’s rambling.

Once he gets within range, Sam snares Matthew in a one-armed headlock.

“Hey!”

“See? I can still kick your ass, so stop acting like a weird-o”

Matthew escapes Sam’s clutches with a wide grin plastered across his face, “You’re the weird-o!” He gives Sam’s arm a playful smack before retreating to the kitchen.

“What did I just tell you!”  Erik hisses, “Don’t over-do it!”

Sam only shrugs as he begins stuffing pizza into his mouth.

James rejoins the group with Mika in his arms. She quickly clambers out of them when she lays eyes on Sam. She shoves her face into his neck and wraps her arms around his shoulders. He can feel her breath shuddering as she tries not to cry, “Hey, no need to be dramatic, doofus!”

“Dramatic?!” Mika draws back to look at Sam with mock indignation, “You’re the one who’s been sleeping all day like some kind of freeloader!” She sniffles and quickly wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

Sam grins and ruffles her hair. Mika grins back at him and grabs a slice of pizza.

For a few minutes everyone is quiet while they refuel with warm, cheesy goodness. Sam is disappointed in the effects of the food on his body. Instead of feeling his energy increase, his insides seem to move and shift uncomfortably.

Sam instinctively moves his hand to his bandages as the discomfort morphs into a dull ache. When he pulls his hand back, his palm is red with blood. “Shit.”

Mika darts off in a flash. Mere seconds later, the dining room dissolves as Sam materializes in the bedroom. Mika pushes him to sit on the bed.

“Hey, call someone else to get some help—”, Sam starts to complain. But as he notices Mika’s swift, practiced movements his, stomach churns for a different reason. Sam watches Mika’s face as she applies a clean bandage. She’s disturbingly calm, but there’s a slight pinch of worry around her eyes. How often has she had to do this?

“I’m so sorry”, he whispers.

Mika’s breath hitches. She finishes the final few wraps. As she smooths her hands gently over the new bandage, a sob wrenches itself from her body. Her hand flies to her mouth as tears squeeze from her eyes.

Sam feels his heart clench in his chest. He pulls Mika to sit next to him and leans his forehead down to hers. He cries with her, breathing shakily into the narrow space between their faces. His hands come up to cup her cheeks. His thumbs carefully wipe away each tear that falls.

[cryptid-stimming]

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[nixie-deangel]

Get to know me (tag game)

Tagged by @augustjustice <3 💛🖤💛

Favorite Color -> It rotates pretty evenly between pink, green, purple, blue at the moment.

Last Song -> Pretty Boy by Vana.

Currently Reading -> Currently not reading anything, as I've got all but a handful of my books packed up while I'm slowly doing a deep clean and rearrange of my room.

Currently Watching -> Just finished up The Rig.

Currently Craving -> Had I answered this yesterday, I'd have said red velvet cake but I actually made one last night lol so satisfied my craving for it!

Coffee or Tea -> Coffee!

A hobby you would like to try -> Knitting.

An AU you're working on/thought of -> I have SO MANY Hangster AU's living in my head right now, it's not funny lmao but thanks to the emoji ask I did, I've actually gotten some decent progress on all of them. So...expect me to be doing that much more in the future!

Tagging (for those that wish to do it!): @omg-just-peachy @starsrfun @impalachick @tiger-lily-warren @inkspottedtea @snoozingcat @godempworm @iam93percentstardust @lolahardy and whoever else wants to do this! <3 💛💛

[suckitsurveys]

Do people tell you you have cold hands? Not usually.

Do you feel that the shape of the pasta alters the taste? No.

How often do you listen to rock music? I’d say relatively often? It’s not a genre I seek out usually but I won’t turn it off. I feel like I have a fair amount in my rotation. Also, take that with a grain of salt because I am shit at recognizing genres.

In games, do you like to roleplay as good or bad? I don’t really play RPGs.

What was your favourite colour when you were 10? Blue.

When were you last in a hospital? Sometime in April when I dropped my dad off for a procedure.

Is there an instrument you don’t like the sound of? Any instrument when my brother in law is playing it.

Have you ever sponsored an animal? Yes.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a sea turtle? Sea turtle.

Do you like to get ready in the bathroom or the bedroom? I get dressed in my bedroom but do everything else in the bathroom.

What’s your favourite Coldplay song? I don’t have one.

Do you have a favourite insect? Praying manti.

Have you ever worn coloured contacts for Halloween? Nope.

Do you own a scooter? Not since I was a kid.

Which pastel colour is the nicest? Purple.

When did you last play a Mario game? I played Super Smash Bros not that long ago if that counts.

Ever owned an actual piggy bank? My grandmother used to bring us these little plastic ones from her bank all the time. We had SO many. I also have a glass snoopy one that still resides at my dad’s house. When I was like 7 or 8 I put water in it like a dumbass and the pennies in it rusted.

When did you last swing on a swing-set? Not that long ago. My dad still has the one he built for me as a kid in our yard and I think I sat on it not that long ago when I was out there playing with my nieces.

Do you study any subjects in your free time? Not really.

Would you rather become fluent in 3 European languages or 3 Asian languages? Three European.

Are your bedroom curtains long or short? They just fit the window.

Have you ever been zip-lining? Nope.

Did you carve a pumpkin this past year? I did and I plan on doing it this year too.

Have you volunteered in the past 6 months? No.

French fries or onion rings? French fries.

Why do you take surveys? They’re a time killer and I like talking about myself in this form lol.

Do you suffer from anxiety? Yes.

Did you ever take a swimming class? Yes, in grade school.

Favorite healthy snack? Define “healthy.”

Favorite Disney movie? The Emperor’s New Groove and the Toy Story franchise. Also Frozen and Moana.

Do you consider yourself an artist? Eh.

How well can you bake a cake? I mean, I can follow directions on a box.

Have you ever tasted banana milk? I think so? I’ve had a banana milkshake, does that count? lol.

How many pairs of skinny jeans do you think you own? Three.

Do you own a pair of Converse sneakers? Yes, I have at least 6 pair that I can think of right now.

If you see a bee in your house… are you going to kill it? No, I’ll try to get it outside.

I’m ordering Chinese food; what do you want? My treat! Orange chicken with fried rice and egg rolls sound really amazing right now, thanks.

Do you have a cat? I have 3!

Ever been in love? Yes. I am right now.

Any piercings that you want? I've been kinda thinking about getting more holes in my ears, but that would be the extent.

OTP? Bob and Linda Belcher.

Favorite quote? “Love her but leave her wild.”

Favorite singer? Right now it’s Chappell Roan, Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Ezra Koenig.

How long does it take you to shower? Anywhere between 10-30 minutes depending on what I’m doing.

The reason you joined Tumblr? Oh god, I don’t remember. Maybe for the 30 Rock fandom??

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Both are good. Is this another survey combined into this one again wtfffff.

What’s the first thing you learned how to draw? Oh man it is. Peace out.

Who wrote the last book you read? Erin Hunter.

What’s the middle name of your best friend? He doesn’t have one.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? I don’t know, honestly.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? Uh… no one that I know of. I was DUE in January.

What’s your favorite country song? Probably “When The Stars Go Blue” by Tim McGraw.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? Pizza rolls. I was never big on bagel bites.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? Extraordinary Attorney Woo.

When’s the last time you saw fireworks? I could see some fireworks from outside my window on the 4th.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Yes.

Do you own a pair of fuzzy socks? Yes.

Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting, I hate sprinkles.

Do you like mushrooms? Visually I love them, they’re so diverse and look cool, but as food, no.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? I worked at a dollar store.

What’s your Subway order? Italian bread, turkey, bacon, American cheese, banana peppers, pickles, Chipotle sauce. Next time I need to try warming it.

Do you know how to roller skate? I can rollerblade. The only time I used proper skates (two wheels on each side), I broke my wrist lmao

Can you read sheet music? I used to be able to. I could point out a few notes, I think.

What’s one food your family has at Thanksgiving? I hate nearly every single thing I’ve ever had at Thanksgiving, so I don’t pay attention. I literally like honey ham (but not the way my sister’s MIL prepares it) and the rolls. That’s it.

Do you like painting? Actually no, it stresses me out. I took a class in college and I hated that erasing isn’t a thing (yes, you can dry and paint over, I don’t care, that’s not an immediate fix), and it stressed me out that we weren’t supposed to sketch, either.

Do you have to sleep with a fan on? Most of the year, yes. If I’m too cold in the winter, it’s off.

Name one thing you put on a salad: I like bacon bits.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? Literally hot wings and fries, I’m not kidding lmfao. It was an appetizer option I just made into a meal.

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? Purse.

What kind of soda is your favorite? Mountain Dew Voltage.

Do you like your in-laws? I cannot fucking stand my sister’s husband’s family. I’m not married yet, but I love my boyfriend’s family.

Toe socks or ankle socks? Ugh neither, both are sensory nightmares for me.

Nachos or chips and salsa? Chips and salsa.

What’s the name of your pets? Roman, Venus, Cookie.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I only really eat there if it inconveniences those around me if I don’t (like, so they don’t have to go to two places), and in that case, I just get the normal sandwich and fries. I try not to support Bigot Bird.

Regular or pink lemonade? Pink.

Chinese or Japanese cuisine? Chinese, I guess, by default. Any Japanese I’ve tried, I didn’t like.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? No, they’re absolutely hideous and I’ve also slipped on Mom’s just to step outside for whatever reason and I find them extremely uncomfortable.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Me, my niece.

What’s your Taco Bell order? Steak and cheese quesadillas with fiesta potatoes, normal Mountain Dew.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? No.

Pizza or nacho lunchables? Nachos, the pizza Lunchable is appalling.

Have you ever been to a strip club? No.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? Hell no.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? Just yellow American.

Make the perfect taco salad: I don’t like taco salad.

Name a character from your favorite TV show: Mozart was my favorite in Meerkat Manor.

Do you like going to arcades? Yes.

What kind of meat do you like the most? Ham, probably.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes in general, but I probably like tarantulas specifically more than snakes.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? Yes, but only because I tagged along with others.

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? No.

What’s a fruit you dislike? Mango, as a fruit itself. Texture nightmare. I love mango-flavored stuff. Oh, I absolutely hate cherries and don’t really like cherry-flavored stuff, either.

Make the perfect omelet: Just bacon, ham, and cheese, honestly… and salt and pepper, if you wanna count stuff like that I guess.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

PLS MORE LESBIAN HENRIETTA I LOVE HER

I LOVE HENRIETTA AND I WILL GIVE MY LIFE FOR HER TO BE REAL AND IN MY ARMS RIGHT THIS MOMENT

She’s just so feisty but it’s so endearing 😩

I hope you enjoy!

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The sun shined brightly through the dark curtains, casting beams of light across the silent room. The only sound emanating from the room were the soft snores of the two figures fast asleep in the bed. Two figures that came together as one, their arms and legs curled around each other, bodies almost impossibly close as they slumbered away, seemingly unaware of the world outside of their dreams. The room was warm, comfortable and it seemed like time stood still in that very moment.

A shrill alarm cut through the silence, and it was quickly turned off by a hand that popped out from under the covers. The extremity was quick to snatch itsself back under the covers, but the body it came from didn’t make an effort to sit up from the mattress. Instead, she tucked herself further into the chest of the other figure, indulging themselves in the peaceful morning cuddles they were in. She took in the scent of the woman that was in their arms, a lazy smile crossing her face as she pulled back slowly, careful not to wake the woman beside her.

Moving the covers back, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and throwing your arms up to stretch your back. Releasing a yawn, you looked down to your side to see Henrietta, whose closed eyes were covered by a purple satin sleep mask. With gentle fingers, you brushed a few strands of her raven locks from her face, smiling down at your sleeping beauty. Removing the covers from your lower body, you gently rotated your body, setting your feet on the floor and standing from the mattress. Grabbing your night robe that was hung on your side of the headboard, you threw it on and quickly tied the string around your waist. Leaning over the mattress to press a soft kiss to Henrietta’s forehead, you silently giggled as she tucked the comforter closer around her.

Making your way around the room, you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. A shiver rolled through your body, goosebumps raising over your skin as the cool air hit your frame. You stifled another yawn and you began your trek to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and start on breakfast. When you arrived to your destination, you started the coffee and then bumbled around, grabbing the ingredients to begin making pancakes. Turning to the bluetooth speaker that was resting on the counter of the kitchen, you opened your playlist of 80’s music that you curated with Henrietta and set the volume low enough to not disturb her.

Humming to a random Queen song that was playing, you began stirring together the ingredients for your breakfast, hips and shoulders bouncing periodically to the tune of the song playing. Moving to the pan you had placed on the stove, you began pouring in some of the batter, making a few different piles of pancakes before setting the bowl down. The song ended and changed to Cyndi Lauper, and you could help but begin singing to the tune, throwing a mini dance party in the kitchen as the pancakes began to turn a golden brown. Grabbing your spatula, you flipped the cakes over, smiling as you managed to not mess one up like you normally did. Just as you set the spatula down, you felt a pair of arms come from behind you, wrapping around your stomach and squeezing you gently.

You knew Henrietta had finally woken up without even having to look at her, and you shimmied yourself around until you were facing your love. Her sleep mask was pulled up, brushing her bangs out of her face. She had on her satin robe, the fabric slipping off one of her shoulders and exposing the strap of her night gown. Her hair was a messed, standing wild with stray wisps surrounding her head like some kind of wicked halo. You smiled warmly, cupping her face and pressing your soft kisses all over her skin. Henrietta let the assault happen, a laugh beginning to spill from her lips.

“Good morning, darling.” you whispered, pressing one last, chaste kiss against her lips. Your girlfriend hummed, grabbing 2 coffee mugs and making a beeline to the freshly brewed pot of coffee. You turned back to the stove, worried that you were burning your breakfast, sighing in relief when you saw that they had just finished cooking. Sliding them from the pan to a serving plate, you turned the stove off, placing the rest of the batter into the fridge and grabbing two plates and forks before making your way to the dining room table with the fluffy cakes. Setting the table, you filled your’s and Henrietta’s plates, setting them down beside each other. The ravenette appeared from the kitchen holding the 2 coffees in one hand, and a bottle of maple syrup in the other.

Sitting beside you, she placed the items in her hands down, moving your coffee cup to your area before wasting no time in digging in, a noise of satisfaction coming from her throat as she indulged herself in your food. You giggled, pressing a kiss to her temple before tucking into your own plate, wolfing down the hotcakes happily. Finishing rather quickly, the two of you reached for your coffees, enjoying the first sip of the liquid gold maybe a little too much. Taking a moment to let everything settle, you scooted your seat back, collecting all of the used dishes and making your way back to the kitchen. Henrietta followed like a lost puppy, much snugglier in the morning than she was when she was fully awake.

Setting the plates in the sink, you heard “Maneater” from Hall and Oates begin to play on the radio, a smile splitting your face as you turned to look at Henrietta. She shot you a playfully annoyed look, shaking her head. Grabbing her hand, you pulled her into the middle of the kitchen, wrapping your free arm around her waist, placing your hand on the small of her back before you began to sway gently with her to the music. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders, and she followed suit. This was the song that played on your first date with her. You deemed it your song, and even though she pretended to hate it, you’d walk into her office and hear her humming the chorus, a groan rising from her throat at the aggravation of the song being stuck in her head.

Back to the present, you rested your forehead against her’s, mumbling the lyrics while looking into Henrietta’s, pressing soft kisses to her lips with every instrumental break and just reveling in the tender moment that you were sharing with her. She returned your affections, reciprocating your kisses with tenderness, nuzzling her nose against yours. As the sun rose higher and the song began to end, you stayed like this in the kitchen, thankful to whomever made it possible you were sharing your morning dance party with the woman in your arms.

[xinxiaogato]

— live to tell the tail

summary. you unfortunately lived in a universe where general gorou had found out ms. hina was… himself. and just your luck: gorou’s first impression of you was a crazed devotee of the ms. hina fan club, but you had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. will you live to tell the tail?

love interests. gn!reader x a watatsumi general, an inazuman vagrant, the balladeer, and the kreideprinz.

warnings. infinite pet puns, referenced character death, weapons, swearing, blood, alcohol, harassment, and mentions of war.

note. “nibi” is a gender-neutral title i am using for a parent in this chapter! also, the child could have been delivered by a gestational surrogate.

word count. 1,044

chapter eighteen ⌇ pawternal instincts

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when scaramouche came up to your table for help with a child pincering the hem of his shorts, your katsu sandwich went down the wrong pipe hole. you downed half of a bottle of dango milk to help you recover from the shock.

“i would’ve never guessed that you had a kid,” you jested, wiping your lips of any excess, but scaramouche was a far cry from being entertained.

“very funny,” he said flatly, neglecting to conceal his true colors at this point. “what was in your food to make you say that?”

the little kid’s big eyes shone at the sound of “food” and locked onto the manifold delectables atop your plate.

“i-i’m hungry…” he cheeped, rubbing his tummy.

“you’re hungry?” you reiterated to which he frantically nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet. his mannerisms reminded you of a red burny girl back in mondstadt, who occasionally showed up at good hunter to snatch a tiger grilled fish stick from you. “c’mon, it’s all yours, champ.”

the boy waddled away from scaramouche and clambered onto the adjacent seat. as his eyes swept across the mizu manjuu, egg rolls, and fish-shaped cakes, your concern proliferated. you smoothed back the sprig of cowlick on the top of his head and inquired of him, “where are your parents, buddy? did you come to this restaurant with them?”

he paused before pointing the tip of his tri-flavored skewer at you. “nibi…” and then right at scaramouche. “papa…”

and that was when you noticed: the boy’s hair that you were patting was a similar color and texture to yours, and his eyes reflected the same intense purple as that of scaramouche’s. in your chair, you rotated to face the man with robotic consistency.

“kuni… this may sound farfetched, but what if, in the future, we actually ended up in a loveless marriage and this is our child who went back to the past to stop us from falling for each other?” you proposed.

…

scaramouche was appalled. you weren’t fazed by the intimate moment he created earlier—lips against your ear and everything—yet you have already shaken him more times than he can count.

“i’m leaving,” he snapped.

those words from scaramouche seemed to set off an alarm in the child. he dropped the skewer and outstretched his hands with teary eyes, confining scaramouche in one place.

“papa, please don’t go!” the little kid’s bottom lip quivered as he turned to you for help. “n-nibi, can you stop papa?”

seeing him in such a crestfallen state made your chest clench painfully. you quickly gave the child a reassuring smile while whipping up some sort of convincing explanation. “aaactually… your papa is off to get… your stuffed animal from our room!” you blurted out, catching scaramouche’s eye. “right… honey?”

scaramouche, a sinner whose face could school itself into deadpan amid a sea of rotting bodies, was flabbergasted at this unfolding of events. a stuffed animal? he hadn’t seen one in his life, but the glimmer of hope in the child’s eyes forced scaramouche to raise his shoulders into a noncommittal shrug.

“yes, i will return,” he grunted after a moment’s worth of hesitation.

with herculean strength, he offered his newlywed partner and unplanned child an award-winning smile and left the restaurant, but once he was out of sight, his elegant steps turned into anger-driven strides.

i should’ve never decided to come kill this moron myself! he fumed, but rationality slowed scaramouche to a halt. 

it wasn’t a decision for scaramouche. for the first time in his godforsaken time on teyvat, scaramouche felt like he had no other choice.

as soon as scaramouche received the report that you escaped after eavesdropping on his henchmen in the forest one time, he already had lackeys on your heels. there was no need for him to get personally involved.

but his lackeys continued to be defeated one by one. those that managed to survive and crawl back to headquarters all described seeing “a dash of white hair” before a gust of wind ripped their comrades to shreds. they couldn’t get anywhere near you.

and do you wanna know about the icing on top? the salt to scaramouche’s wound?

you, reader, were a complete nobody with zilch information on your record that he scrounged up, yet you somehow got yourself implicated in his plan to incapacitate a general.

well, you didn’t completely thwart it. the divine priestess—a pawn he had fiddled with in the past—would still believe that the man who shot the arrow was an undercover shogunate officer… 

…when it was really a fatui agent sent on scaramouche’s behalf.

tension between the inazuma shogunate and the island of watatsumi was exactly what scaramouche needed to gain control of the nation as a whole. the same nation he was manufactured in would be the same nation that met its downfall by his synthetic hands.

but there was an unforeseen error: scaramouche was under the impression that you overheard the details of his plan to fabricate chaos in inazuma in the forest, thus throwing caution to the wind and taking an arrow to the shoulder for general gorou…

…but no one outside of the fatui organization was allowed to get away with that information alive, especially a being as insignificant as yourself.

due to how incompetent his servants were, he boarded this very passenger boat to get the job done, thinking you were some powerful entity, but scaramouche was quick to find out that you weren’t powerful in the brain or brawn department, which should’ve meant he had the upper hand. human lives were playthings to him, and he could easily strike you down at any given moment…

…but he was hesitating to kill you.

thrown so off-kilter by this, scaramouche knew there was something terribly wrong with his wiring. this abnormality was the antithesis of his crimes as the balladeer thus far, so he was on the verge of knocking down the shogun’s door and demanding her to fix him.

well, if he didn’t hate her so much.

scaramouche was aware that he wasn’t making any progress by idling around, so he stormed off to find a stupid, ugly stuffed animal to pacify that kid.

shit, where am i going to steal one?

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[sarrie]

Tagged by @ohbutwheresyourheart! Last song: Wild Horses - Bishop Briggs

Favorite color: I was the red-coded kid all my life lmao and that's still true! But I also love purple, and very specific shades of green, like Phthalo green and seafoam. Phthalo green looks so good with copper/brass I am definitely not planning our future kitchen with these colors in mind.

Last movie / Tv show: okAY SO LIKE. We don't really watch tv series so much - we don't have cable so we mostly watch like. a handful of youtubers we enjoy. That being said!! The last movie I watched was Fargo a few weeks ago, because I remember my mom loving it and finding it so funny (and fucked up) because we lived in Wisconsin for several years and The Accent (tm). As for TV show I dunno if it counts but I watched five himbos watch Attack on Titan on youtube (Studio Gek) because I remembered that series and while I Do Not want to support it in any way, I was curious how it ended/the plot.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Why would you pit three bad bitches against each other like this. I GUESS Sweet, because I would gnaw through drywall to acquire, like, ice cream. Or cakes. Story time: growing up I wasn't allowed to have candies because my parents were so worried about my teeth, so I was ONLY allowed to have chocolate. And my parents never really were into cooking/baking and fruit didn't make it into my diet a lot as a kid (too poor in areas where fruit was VERY seasonal, or was very expensive bc import) and I am now discovering the joys of fruit + sweets. Y'all i love blueberries so fucking much?? lmao. I will say I do love spicy food as well, though. And savory. But like. As a pasty ass redhead I got teased in Colorado a lot for not having a spice tolerance so I decided Fuck That and consumed so much spicy food lmaoooo.

Relationship status: In a relationship for six years. Also mentally rotating several blorbos.

Last thing I googled: 'Chipotle' and I haven't the slightest idea why. OH I was trying to sign into my rewards account lmAO. Before that it was 'Celiacs Diet' because I am waiting on bloodwork to tell me if I have celiacs lmao. (I also have a ton of auto immune symptoms that we're trying to pinpoint and I'm like it's this or lupus or something.)

Current obsession: Y'all I am DEEP. into Undertale right now. Which is hilarious to me. Nothing like rolling up almost ten years late to a fandom. Specifically I am obsessed with Gaster - a character that may or may not exist and is pretty much 100% fandom speculation at this point. Next to that I'm always on some Devil May Cry shit.

Last book: Going to be complETELY HONEST with you here and admit very lamely that it's been a minute since I've read and actual physical book and not, y'know, fanfiction. I do have a list of things I want to read, including my copy of Gideon the Ninth that is sitting on the coffee table. I think I'm afraid to commit because I know I'm going to read it in one sitting and order the rest immediately after. The last book I really remember sitting down and reading (that isn't reptile medical journals) is probably Not Even Bones by Rebecca Schaeffer. I saw the webtoon advertised a lot, read it, became obsessed, and devoured both books 1 and 2 from Market of Monsters.

Looking forward to: Y'all I have no idea lmao. I really want to try and bleach my hair platinum. We finally got a clutch of ball python eggs on the ground, which is exciting, and we're going to maybe try and buy a house? Hopefully?? Maybe??? Also I am tagging @faridahmalik and @stephanweaverofworlds and @kebbige if any of you would like. No pressure! :)

[amatres]

another sim playthrough post

we start back up with olivia, left to raise her sire's son by herself. this isn't hard for her, as though she's in morning she's always liked children and even used to work as a nanny

he ages up into a toddler and due to castle having no windows, olivia does not need to worry about sleeping during the day and can dedicated herself to raising the boy and tending to his every need

he ages up, and unfortunately starts the trend of me being unable to take a picture of these kids during the night bc of my mod making the shadows darker. i refuse to get rid of it

back with the prescotts, frederica is pregnant. again. sigh.

agatha befriends johanna, the somerset noble family's younger daughter, and johanna is more than happy to take the opportunity to meet the family's fairy child.

horace, who is agatha's younger brother but technically also her new step dad's younger brother, ages up into a toddler.

and the fairy child, dont ask me his name, ages up into a child! he looks so weird in this picture lol

fredrica gives birth! but to.. purple babies.... this was right after i downloaded some custom skin, and i had not realized it being genetized meant Any sim even if they didn't have purple genes, would give birth to purple babies. i decided to hand wave this as changeling children. i eventually got rid of the skins, but the babies are a lot paler than their parents so i keep them as changelings

aagatha takes her stepbrother shopping with her, where they meet isiore pennington and her stepbrother meets an odd boy who doesn't attend school like he does

later on, agatha as a family sim gets desperate for a love match and contacts a matchmaker, who sets her up with alvin. they get along exceeding well.

the changeling children grow up as well as the prescott's rotation comes to an end

back with stephen he finds yet another woman to woo, and yes they do woohoo soon after this.

shockingly, christy, the first woman he even knocked up, comes by for a visit and the two well. reconnect. at least she's already pregnant so her infidelity won't be caught immediately by her actual husband

unfortunately? for christy stephen gets married to his new bride the next day, so here's hoping she isn't caught cheating and divorced by her husband, as she will have nowhere to turn to

although... stephen's new wife is seen paying off kennedy while everyone else is outside enjoying wedding cake so... who knows what will become of the new couple

they're happy for now, who knows whats to come ¯\_(ツ)_/¯