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miryum · 6 months ago

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☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Warnings: changes tenses like, two times, cause Jason is obvi still in love with you, so it would be weird if some things were in the past tense and such. Just go along with it

Virgin!Jason Todd who never had sex before he died and when he comes back in a different body, looking like he fucked half of Gotham, is still just a scared little kid underneath it all.

And then came you.

You met Jason at a Wayne Gala, coming as a friend of Duke’s. You didn’t know about any superhero personas, and it showed. Happy and carefree, you weren’t what Jason assumed of the average citizen of Gotham. The parallels didn’t escape him: you, dancing with Duke and slightly buzzed, and him, the epitome of a wallflower. Clothed in a stunning red dress that just so happened to be the exact same colour Jason had practically trademarked, Jason’s eyes followed you over the rim of his glass. He was nursing a cup of non-alcoholic cider because he would never touch a drop of alcohol after his parents.

“Who is that?” Jason murmured to Cass when she came over to hide from the party. Cass was the only one he felt remotely comfortable with. She didn’t know him before Red Hood, like Bruce, so she didn’t compare him to an energetic little boy that was just a memory in the mirror. She didn’t joke around and pretend everything was okay and dandy, like Dick. She didn’t constantly ask whether he was okay, like Steph, or dote on him like he was a broken birdie. She wasn’t holding past resentment, like Tim, who still hadn’t totally forgotten Jason’s rage at his replacement. And she wasn’t a reminder of the al Guhl’s, like Damian. Cass and Alfred were his safe space, even though both had their flaws.

“Y/n L/n,” Cass supplied, not asking any questions. “Duke met her at school and they clicked. She’s been coming over to the Manor more frequently. She’s actually pretty fun. Even Damian introduced her to his zoo.”

Jason couldn’t hold back a snort, wondering how that must’ve gone over. Damian was extremely protective of his pets, so only a select few could interact with them. Jason missed the cocked eyebrow Cass gave him, surprised at his reaction. He was too busy watching you pull Steph onto the dance floor.

“Um, when does she usually come around?” Jason asked, trying to be subtle and failing miserably. “Just so I can, you know, avoid her.

It was Cass’s turn to snort in amusement, before saying dryly, “Fridays or Saturdays.”

Did it surprise Cass at all when Jason just so happens to show up to the Manor on Saturday, claiming he forgot something from the party? No. No, it does not.

Dick was utterly shocked at Jason’s appearance. It was well known that Jason was just dipping his toe into the Batfam again. He usually stayed at his lonely apartment and only came over during a major holiday. Dick tried not to look anything into it, but he couldn’t help a surge of hope that his little brother may be coming back to them.

Alfred, on the other hand, was not surprised at all. In the recent mornings, Jason had been sneaking into the kitchen, just to talk to Alfred. The two shared a bond that few could achieve. When Bruce wasn’t acting as a father, Alfred was there. So when Jason appeared on Saturday morning, having carefully thought out that Friday was much too soon to officially meet you, Alfred had already set out another plate for breakfast.

“Did you acquire any sleep last night, Master Jason?” The butler asked as he flipped pancakes.

Jason chewed at his lip and shook his head. “I tried, but I was thinking too much, you know?”

“Your nightmares again?” Alfred prosed smoothly.

“No,” Jason replied smoothly. Y/n L/n.

Virgin!Jason Todd who knew you were coming over. What he didn’t know was that you were coming over under the pretence that you and Stephanie had a video game to finish, when truthfully, you wished to see the boy from the party that had caught your eye. You weren’t disappointed. Jason had taken up residence in the living room, foot propped on his knee as he oh-so-casually held a book in his hand.

Steph threw Jason a curious glance before throwing herself down on the couch and picking up a controller. “Y/n, this is Jason,” she introduced. “He’s… a brother,” she decided was the best way to describe him.

Jason, determined to look nonchalant, glanced up from his book (he had been staring at the same page for six minutes) and said, “hey.�� Excellent conversation starter, Jason, he thought to himself sarcastically.

“Hi!” You gave him a small wave before sitting down next to Stephanie and taking a controller from her. Jason soon found it very difficult to keep pretending to read, not because of the shouts and yells you and his sister were making at the TV, but because of the groans coming from your mouth whenever something didn’t go the way you wanted. He couldn’t help but dream, wondering what other situations you would groan in.

He excused himself soon after, head ducked and neck flushed as he hurried out of the room. He didn’t notice you staring after him, wondering what was wrong. It wasn’t until Steph shouted out that you were about to die that you were snapped out of your trance.

Unfortunately, you did die in the video game, but you found an excuse to talk to Jason via the book he had left behind.

Cass easily supplied his address and so that’s how you found yourself at his door one Saturday evening.

It’s just a book, you reasoned. I could’ve left it at the Manor. This is stupid.

And yet, almost as if he sensed you, Jason opened the door right when you’re about to leave. “Y/n?” His voice was hoarse from disuse and even though he’s bigger and stronger and more dangerous than you, you couldn’t help but compare him to a child coming to their parents after a nightmare.

“Hey, Jason,” you said, holding the book close to your chest. “Um. I just came to return your book. You left it at the Manor.” You hesitated for a moment before asking, “you okay?”

Jason nodded and it was then you noticed his hair was wet from a shower and his grey shirt had sprinkles of little water droplets on the shoulders. “Did I disturb you?” you asked.

Jason immediately shook his head. “No. You could never disturb me.” He glanced at the book in your hands, eyes flicking back up to you before muttering, “thanks,” and grabbing the book from you.

Ripped out of your hands, leaving you without your lifeline, embarrassment bloomed on your face. You didn’t know whether to leave or to continue the conversation — if you could call this one.

Jason hated himself when he awkwardly closed the door in your face.

He tried not to cry himself to sleep that night, images of his scarred body in the bathroom mirror haunting him

Virgin!Jason Todd didn’t see you until next month’s gala. You made your way up to him, this time in a green dress that suited your complexion perfectly. Jason didn’t like seeing you in Damian’s colour. He much preferred his own.

During a slow dance, you asked with hands behind your back, “how was the book?” You leaned against the wall, smiling up at him. Jason really liked that smile, even if he didn’t deserve it. As much as he would hate to see it – jealousy swirled in him even at the thought – it was Dick who deserved that smile. He had always been the suave, smooth-talking one. Hell, right now, there were three girls talking to Dick.

Jason realised he hadn’t answered you. You deserved someone to pay attention to you. But if you could give him another chance to pay attention, he’d happily stare at you forever.

“Um. It was good. Is, I mean. I haven’t finished it yet.” He hadn’t been able to look at the book since you dropped it off. It only reminded him of how poorly he had treated you. And how dangerous you were to his feelings.

After a moment of awkwardness, you asked with a teasing and curious lilt in your voice, “do you not have anyone to dance with?”

Jason’s head whipped towards you. All semblance of coolness left him when you spoke to him. “I’m not really a dancer, princess.” The nickname slipped out and he wanted to bang his head against the wall. He didn’t notice your blush and small smile because he was too busy blushing himself and looking anywhere but you.

He wanted to tell you that he’s never danced before, but he would gladly dance a thousand dances with you. But he couldn’t say that because that would be too obvious. You’re not stupid, he rationalised. You’re perceptive and his poker face is ruined when it comes to you. You’d probably figured out he has a crush on you.

Which he does. A stupid, impossible, and terribly inconvenient crush.

As a kid, he didn’t have time for crushes. Between living in Crime Alley and being Robin, the closest thing he got to a crush was seeing pretty girls on the street. And then the Joker killed him before he was able to be a teenager.

But these feelings were bigger than he had ever felt for a girl on the street. Was this how a teenager was supposed to feel?

So why was he feeling this now when he was a full grown adult?

Virgin!Jason Todd who’s ears flush pink when you cheekily ask him if he has a significant other to dance with. No, he doesn’t have a girlfriend. How could he have a girlfriend when you’re standing next to him looking so pretty? A girlfriend? No, it’s laughable. He might feel attracted to you, but the idea that he could love someone and someone could love him back, even through all the brokenness… was simply absurd.

He wished he could find a better word than pretty. You’re much more than pretty. With all the romance novels he’s read, he should be able to turn his heart beats into words.

It was comical how he can walk into the most dangerous parts of Gotham and emerge without a scratch, but with you, his heart is carved up and shredded. Here he is, flustered over a pretty girl. How pathetic.

And then at the end of the night, when Dick clapped him on the chest and berated him for not using that opportunity to ask you out, Jason thought it was extra pathetic

Virgin!Jason Todd who didn’t know how to go about talking to you. He never learned how. He never had the growing pains of awkward middle school crushes. He was having them now. Should he be flirty like Dick and all those men he read about in books? Should he pass out in your arms from coffee overdose like Tim? Bruce was no help whatsoever and Jason didn’t fully trust him yet to go to him for help.

And bless Alfred, but he was too old for this kind of thing. The butler, depending on his age (for Jason dared not ask), would either subject him on how to marry Y/n L/n before Jason went off to war to fight the Rebels, or how to court Y/n L/n in an intricate dance of politeness and rules where they all wore ball gowns and three piece suits

Virgin!Jason Todd was definitely overthinking it all

Virgin!Jason Todd who knew it was impossible not to overthink when it comes to you. Everything needed to be perfect, because you are perfect. How could he ever ask you out, let alone love you when he had scars both inside and out? It was a good thing he wasn’t a hero, because heroes weren’t supposed to have scars. They weren’t supposed to have trauma. And Jason was the farthest thing from a hero. But that’s all you deserved: a hero

Virgin!Jason Todd who promised to worship you. He promised it to any deity who might be listening just in case they had the graciousness to lead you into his arms. He cursed Bruce the next time he goes to a gala and you’re not there

Virgin!Jason Todd who showed up on your doorstep that night, worried something was wrong. He was still in his suit and tie and shuffling nervously on your doorstep when you opened your home up to him. It turned out you had some work you had to catch up on, which is why you weren’t at the gala.

Hot chocolate and careful talking led to you reaching your hand out to tuck a piece of his hair back. He’s too busy dreaming about laying in bed and having you do that again and again to register your apologies, worried you overstepped. You were apologising. For touching him. He couldn’t stand the thought of that. That you thought you were rude or disrespectful. He needs you to touch him and to think you would apologise for the lovely, new feeling dancing in his stomach and slowly making its way to his heart

Virgin!Jason Todd who then gave you his first kiss, hesitant and slow. His lips pressed against yours, soft and hesitant and a bit off-centred. He tried his best not to let his teeth clash against yours, and he worried he did something wrong when you froze for a moment. But then you brought your hand up to touch his face and oh…

Virgin!Jason Todd who finally understood all those cheesy monologues when you tried to stutter out your emotions. He managed to calm both you and him by kissing you again. Jason found that his anxiety melted away when he kissed you, replaced by a feeling that felt a bit like anxiety, but mostly like home.

His hands laid in his lap, terrified to touch you, the art he was gifted to see. You reached down and gently guided his hands to your waist where he held you tenderly. Holy shit, what if he hurt you? His hands were made to hurt, not to love. How was he supposed to love?

He guessed that you would help him figure it out

Virgin!Jason Todd didn’t mind if the two of you didn’t make it to the bedroom for the next couple of dates. Hell, he would’ve been happy to keep your relationship to watching movies together, you tucked under his arm. He was able to touch you that way. He was able to slowly break down his walls and explore what you liked. A little brush across the side? The small massage of the calf? A kiss to the temple?

It wasn’t about four months into your relationship (which Jason was all too proud to boast and praise you about. He really liked hearing you call him your boyfriend, especially when another guy was hitting on you and they would turn around to see all 6 foot 3 inches and 200 pounds of him ready to throw hands.) that Jason felt himself want more. He wanted all of you. Guilt always gnawed away at him whenever his mind slipped into dangerous territory. Should he be feeling this way? He didn’t want it to seem that he was in this relationship for your body. And how would he ever approach the subject with you? Was he supposed to sit you down and talk about it or just go like all those people in the books and movies.

“Sweetheart?” Jason found you sitting on the floor, reading, because sometimes the floor was just better. He wiggled his way behind you, resting his head on your shoulder. Your hand automatically came to comb through his locks of hair.

He found himself explaining the situation to you

Virgin!Jason Todd who was shocked when you guessed he was a virgin. This was supposed to be some big revelation, but you said you’d deduced it a while ago. Not to mention the relief he felt when you said you’d walk him through it

Virgin!Jason Todd who didn’t know what to do. Now the both of you were in his bed, lips red from making out, a hickey proudly on his collarbone, and you were lifting your shirt up. And when you asked if you could take your bra off, he was pretty sure he had never nodded so quickly. You found it amusing that he was so nervous and excited, but also gratifying that you were the one he trusted enough. You were going to take Jason Todd’s virginity

Virgin!Jason Todd who had his hands guided to your breasts by you. His hands were still for a long moment, unsure of what to do. At his helpless stare, you said, “squeeze them, pinch them, just feel them, Jason.” Slowly kneading your breasts in his hands, Jason felt himself relax. He experimented by lightly pinching your nipple and apparently, that hitch in your breath meant he did something well

Virgin!Jason Todd who then carefully laid you down on his pillow, wanting to take a picture and forever hold onto this memory. But pictures could come later in your relationship. Not even a picture could capture this feeling that was blooming in his chest. You asked if he was ready for the next step and when he confirmed, you wiggled out of your pants

Virgin!Jason Todd who was a bit— oh my god, your thighs

Virgin!Jason Todd who was embarrassed to see your underwear and the wet spot that was slowly getting bigger all because of him. You reassured him that the two of you didn’t need to go any further, but Jason felt the unmistakable and mortifying tightening of his pants. You quickly sat up and tried to calm him down.

“Jay, baby, it’s okay. It’s normal to feel nervous. I just need you to communicate and tell me what you want. If you want to continue, great! If not, great! Let’s go put on a movie and have some popcorn. I will take this at your pace, angel.”

Virgin!Jason Todd didn’t know how you could see him as an angel when the Y-shaped scar on his chest told the story of a devil. A zombie. He wasn’t an angel. He was judge, jury, and executioner. He was a broken man and yet here you were, picking up every shard and piece and creating a fucking mosaic that spanned the cosmos

Virgin!Jason Todd who counted himself thankful a thousand times over when he was able to find the courage to lift his shirt and only see love in your eyes when you saw all his scars and cuts, etched into his skin, each a story that he would wish to forget.

He let you explore and press a kiss to each place he was insecure about. But then he laid you down and slowly slipped your underwear off. Jason swallowed back all the praises and prayers that would’ve fallen from his mouth and made him seem weird. Granted, you two had been dating long enough for you to know Jason revered you, but still

Virgin!Jason Todd who looked at you, wide eyed and heart swelling with love, when you told him that nothing had to happen that he wasn’t comfortable with. There didn’t need to be any oral or anything the first time around

Virgin!Jason Todd who wanted to do more things, but his cock was straining against his boxers so tightly that he might’ve come in his underwear if he didn’t get inside you

Virgin!Jason Todd who had read that he needed to stretch you out first, but you assured him he needn’t do that. Jason didn’t dare think of another man having you and so he did the only thing he could think of — slowly push into you.

Turns out the groans you made with you lost a video game where nothing like the moans you made when he bottomed out

Virgin!Jason Todd who tried so hard not to shoot his load into you when your walls clenched around him the first time.

“You’re making this very, very hard, princess,” he gasped out

Virgin!Jason Todd who managed a few short thrusts before you grinded on his hips and he felt himself losing control. “Y/n-“ he tried to warn you, when your whispered encouragement drove him over the edge. Instinctively, his hips pressed into yours, bucking and trying to obtain friction

Virgin!Jason Todd apologised profusely about the fact that you didn’t come. He felt so bad about it that he was about to get on his knees, determined to try oral for the first time, when you giggled and asked him if he wanted to go another round. Your fingers scratched through his hair and his resolve broke

Virgin!Jason Todd who stared up at you like seeing a goddess when you threw your leg over his waist, straddling him and taking charge

Virgin!Jason Todd who, eventually, after more rounds and more weeks, became more comfortable with pleasuring you and quickly became addicted to your body just as much as he was addicted to your heart and mind

Virgin!Jason Todd who became so much more confident in his body. He began to tease you in public, pinching your sides or hotly whispering into your ear all the things he’d like to do to you. He read some of your smutty books, mentally taking notes, and he studied female anatomy

Virgin!Jason Todd who blossomed into the sex god he looked like, but forever promised that he would only use those powers to pleasure you

Virgin!Jason Todd who wasn’t a virgin anymore

Got this idea from @ivysangel and so I wanted to tag them (thank you! 💕) and also wanted to tag some other people who commented/reblogged cause I was hoping they liked this too 😁🥰

@chinapoty @mxtantrights @thithesandofferings @rookiesbookies @delusionsofgrandeur13 @yourlocalcringydaydreamer @punkeropercyjackson @averageffreader @maarriiii @wordsfromshona @arkhxmknight @v1naco

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julie-su · 2 years ago

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I have the patience of a saint. Yer nowt known what fiery rampin gawcum vlother has I in my belly

#anons have me spitting in tongues #naw just kidding I got fritzed for a second that I cusses in somterese XDDD #don't mess with a somter we have -crackling static as scrumpy and cheddar twirls into your vision-#PFFFT like on saturday we were in the alcohol aisle and all the cider was somter cider and I went YERRRRR GWAN GETTIN MY SON #embarrassing. XDDD

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bunny-jpeg · 3 months ago

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hey king, i love you work! could i get pull-apart bread, fried dough, nanaimo bars, with a side of sparkling water, another glass of water, cider, and an irish coffee with lando norris please? <3

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu (yay), there are tons of great things to order and i'd love to whip up some orders for you! thank you to the support of everyone and i hope you love this!

pull-apart bread: "i love you" + fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours." + nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it." + sparkling water: gentle sex + glass of water: aftercare + cider: body worship + irish coffee: high sex

cw: smut/pwp, established relationship, virgin!reader, body worship & compliments, gentle sex, body worship, recreational drug use, high sex,

it was saturday night during the off-season. it was past the new year and you were getting ready for another year. you had high expectations for yourself just as lando did for himself. he wanted to win and you wanted to graduate with honours. these seemed like reasonable goals, but life could be tricky.

regardless, you were at lando's flat for the evening. and you had something important to ask your boyfriend of the last several months. if he'd finally have sex with you and take your virginity.

you knew virginity was stupid. the concept was dumb, the morality associated with it was even dumber. but, you still wanted your first time to be with someone special.

so while over a shared joint with your boyfriend did you find the courage to ask him to pop your cherry. you held the joint in your hand and got into his lap. your legs straddled his as you looked at him with a slight pout to your lip.

his eyes were rimmed red, but he looked beautiful. he was always stunning in a way that turned heads. considered one of the most handsome people on the track.

"lando." you said as you took another drag of the smoke. you then swallowed and asked, "can we... fuck?"

he was taken aback for a moment, "you want to what now?" he asked as he looked up at you and beamed, "you want to fuck?"

you nodded, confidence filled your chest, "i want you, lando. i want to feel and taste you all over. i want you to take my virginity."

he broke into a massive grin, "you gotta be kidding me, beautiful. nah, nah."

you held onto the front of his shirt with your free hand and replied with a nod, "i want you, lando. i want you so badly."

without thinking, he laid a smack on your ass as a joke and when you tensed up and moaned. the noise went straight to his cock and it prodded against you.

he took the joint from you and stamped it out before he said, "well, lead the way, baby girl." then when you got off of him, you took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

he could feel the leap in his pulse as you got him into the bedroom. then your hands were up his shirt. was a sexy little thing, you were trying to pull the moves on him. and in total fairness. it was working.

"let's get you out of these." he said as he pulled your t-shirt over your head an exposed your beautiful breasts to him. he could spend hours sucking and playing with them. but that would have to be for another time. he could feel the leap in his pulse as the sight of you. he helped you get his t-shirt off and eventually you two were naked together in his bedroom.

with wobbly legs you got into bed. you laid on your back and softly patted the spot beside you. oh, it was cute. you were so painfully cute, even when you were trying to be sexy.

he jokingly said as he stroked his cock a little, "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours." then broke into another stupid grin, "because you're my pretty girl and my pretty girls deserves pretty things." he got into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you.

you squirmed, "lando!" you could feel his painfully hard erection against your back side. he even rubbed the messy tip up against your skin which made him shudder.

"who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it. i know you can say it!" he said as his hands groped at your breasts tenderly, a little foreplay never killed anyone. his fingers toyed with your nipples and the neediness between your legs grew.

your core throbbed with need, only made worse by the drug in your system. you knew that being stoned made you horny, but this was a whole other thing. you whimpered, "i'm your pretty girl. only yours."

"that's what i like to hear. mmm, you're so good for me." he got away from you and placed you on your back once more. he admired the shape of your breasts and the little bit of softness in your stomach.

"please lando. i love you."

"and i love you too, so much." he replied with a smile. he could feel the throb of highness in his brain mixed with the heated need for you. this felt perfect. it all felt perfect, he couldn't put it into proper words. but he knew he wanted and he trusted this was what you wanted as well.

he slowly got himself inside of you, his cock pushed as far as it would go. it made him shudder as he felt the surge of pleasure in your gut. his pulse leaped as he held your legs and started to move against you. he was taking your virginity. the thought almost made him cum right then and there. you were so sweet, to pure for him. he would be your first, and you're only.

you already had his entire heart and soul.

he started to rock his hips against you. keeping his cock inside of you as he rubbed against your softest parts. he watched you squirm under his touch. his hands were on either side of you as he moved.

his chest was close to yours with his gold necklace hung past him. the metal shined in the bedroom light. he moved against you, he groaned a little bit as he picked up a bit of pace, "fuck, you're beautiful. everything about you. you drive me crazy."

you replied, "please, lando."

"can't help it. i lucked out with you. fuck, i love you so much." he was gentle, but his pace was quick. he wasn't bruising your insides thankfully and you as a result moaned loudly as the feeling coursing through your body.

when he worshiped your body, you always felt the blush down to your feet. it was painfully sweet, his words were so sweet in your ear. he wanted to make sure that you knew that you were the only one for him. that you were only for him and he was only for you.

"please, lando."

"you sound so pretty. so needy. i bet you wanted this for a while. to feel as close to me as you could." he praised you, "i wish you said something sooner. i could've planned something more special than weed." he was still a little hazy in the brain and his words came tumbling out. you whined and squirmed a little bit at the feeling of him against you.

his cock filled you in such a perfect way that you couldn't help it. you felt the thrill of pleasure. his kisses became lazier as he dressed his cock up against your most sensitive areas.

"it feels really good, lando." you said. the high in your brain amplified everything as the two of your made love rather than a quick fuck. it was a perfect first time.

the pace built up and soon you were feeling the heat all over. the excitement in your gut as he moved against you. you reached for him and held onto his shoulders while he moved against you. his heart was hammering in the back of his mind while he moved up against you. you felt the heat in your cheeks to your toes and it wasn't long before you felt the need to climax.

"i want you always." he said, "now and forever." the kisses he laid were hotter and heavier. he felt your nails in his shoulders as you clenched around him and climaxed.

you came with a loud moan, the pleasure throbbed in your mind as he rapidly fucked you. it all felt painfully arousing. the feeling of you on him. the heat between you two. nothing else could've driven lando into almost madness.

he continued his thrusts, making sure he hit against your sweet spots in just the right way. you were painfully perfect and he enjoyed it. soon he got himself all the way inside of you with a loud groan as he finished inside of you. you arched your back and moaned a little louder.

his pace eventually slowed to a stop and lando took you by the face. he kissed across your nose lovingly, even while he was out of breath. "how was that?"

you nodded, blissed out on the hot feeling. you shifted a little and he panted heavily. he pulled out of you and went to go find his clothes along with yours. you laid there in a comfortable ecstasy. the flood of pleasure coursed through you slowly.

you felt on cloud nine for a brief moment. your attention was brought to lando who had put your clothes onto then bed for when you felt like getting dressed.

"do you need any, beautiful." he said.

you shook your head, "nothing for now. just your cuddles." then gestured for him to lie next to you. with his shirt and underwear on, he got into bed with you and pulled you against him lovingly.

"there's my beautiful girl." he praised, "so beautiful, every inch of you is perfect." his tone was lined with utter affection for you. he loved you, he adored you.

and for now he was going to stay curled up beside you until you came back to reality. <3

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wantondoe · 2 months ago

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Drop dead gorgeous

(I deeply apologize if you're reading this in the middle of the night and your eyes burn due to the bright image)

Hazbin Hotel x doe reader / Alastor x doe reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes (duh) / A comedic story about Hazbin Hotel staff reacting to your tail dropping off seemingly out of nowhere. You and Alastor are mates.

It was a Saturday night at the hotel and the staff was spending some quality time at the Bar. Alastor was also there, standing on the side while examining everyone's movements, a soft smile playing on his lips. His gorgeous ruby eyes lighting up as he saw his oh so adorable mate running down the stairs. His smile widened as he saw you running towards him.

You were wearing one of those dresses he had bought you, a rich crimson red dress that even had a hole in the back for your lovely doe tail. His eyes lingered on the soft tail, before making their way up at your cute pointy ears and finally settling on your face.

"My my, you look absolutely stunning my dear! That dress really suits you", he said, his voice full of admiration.

"You're flattering me, darling", you chuckle, taking his hand and leading him to the bar. He helped you on a high bar stool. You sat there happily, the plush tail wagging as you engaged in a conversation with the others.

Alastor wasn't exactly the biggest fan of public display of affection. Regardless of that, he wanted everyone to know who you belong to. So, he would sometimes hold you close, place his large hand possessively on your back, or perhaps pet your tail.

Tonight, he chose the latter, gently stroking your tail as you were having a conversation about different alcohol drinks with Husk.

"Chardonnay always makes me feel like a 40-year-old suburban mom", you giggle. "No offense, of course! Moms are the best, but not the abusive ones!"

Alastor smiled at your quirkiness.

"Well, beer makes me feel like an average Joe who works in construction", Angel joked back, playing with the stereotypes. "Cider on the other hand makes me feel like a teenage girl who just discovered tampons-"

Angel stared at the floor under your bar stool, his eyes wide with horror. You suddenly felt odd, as if something was missing. You looked around, noticing that Alastor had an absolutely horrified look on his face as he stared at the same spot with Angel. Soon, the others stopped talking as well.

"A-Alastor, what's going on?" you asked, confused, looking up at your mate. You quietly followed his gaze only for it to land on a furry piece on the floor.

At that same exact moment, Lucifer marched in the area, eager to meet up with his daughter. "My daughter, I am here!" Lucifer sang. "Oh my! What the unholy Hell is that?" He pointed at the furry piece on the floor, using his apple wand.

"Oh, that will be perfect for my collection!" Nifty poked at the furry mess.

"Do not pick that up", Alastor said sternly, stopping Nifty from further touching the tail.

"That's.. That's my tail", you whisper. "My tail... It fell off..."

Alastor stood there, feeling guilty. Had he stroked your tail too harshly? Was this all his fault?

You picked up the tail, holding it on your palms, hot salty tears forming in your precious doe eyes. Alastor felt horrible, absolutely heartbroken for your lovely tail. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"How could this happen to me?" you sobbed. (I've made my mistakes)

Chaos unwrapped in the room as everyone realized the true nature of the situation.

Angel: What the fuck? THIS DID NOT JUST HAPPEN!

Charlie: Vaggie! CALL THE AMBULANCE!

Vaggie: On it... Shit! Where's the phone? Dammit!

Husk passed out on the bar table with a loud thump.

Vaggie: WHERE IS THE PHONE?

Lucifer: Charlie, I should tell you, I have hemorrhoids!

Charlie: Dad- what? Why are you telling me that-

Lucifer: My ass might just fall off like that tail! The surgeon said they might have to operate on it-

You: My tail is gone and so is my will to live-

Lucifer: Imagine it Charlie, an operation, on my ass!

Alastor: No, don't say that dear-

Charlie: Dad, I'd rather not-

Nifty was running around in panic, accidentally bumping into you and making you lose your balance. Due to that, your fallen tail flew in a beautiful arch, soaring through the air and eventually landing on Angel's hair. Angel stood there for a moment in shock, before he yelled in disgust.

Angel: AAARRGHH SON OF A BITCH!

Angel used his long arms to grab the fallen tail and threw it away. The tail soared through the air once again, this time landing inside Lucifer's open mouth.

Alastor: How dare you treat my mate's tail like that-

Angel: Ugh! It was still warm!

Lucifer's eyes widened as the tail landed in his mouth and throat. He started choking on the soft fur.

Charlie quickly started beating the hell out of Lucifer, slamming her open palm on his back.

Vaggie on the phone: Yes we have a male choking on a fallen doe tail. Yes we need professional help!

You: Charlie, do the maneuver!

Charlie, in panic: WHAT FUCKING MANEUVER?

You: The Hamburger, no... The Heimlich maneuver!

Charlie: I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS!

You: MOVE!

You started desperately performing the maneuver. Lucifer was gagging like a fish on dry land. Angel started filming the scene.

Vaggie on the phone: YES HE IS TURNING BLUE! Yes we are trying to help!

Thanks to your capable hands, Lucifer managed to cough the tail out. But this time the tail flew in your mouth. You felt the wet, soft fur. You felt like yelling, that's how disgusting this whole thing was.

Angel: Oh hell nah! That is... Ew. It's like, Lucifer's spit is inside you-

Alastor: Shut up Angel!

Now it was Alastor's turn to perform emergency care. He slapped the dear life out of you, his large palm hitting your upper back. But it didn't work, so he started performing the Heimlich maneuver. Since Alastor was so much bigger than you, it looked like he was humping a teddy bear.

Angel: Kinky!

Vaggie on the phone: Now we've got a female chocking on the tail!

Angel: Haha, is that how they look like when they are fucking?

Charlie: Come on, Angel...

Nifty, smirking: Alastor's a big boy!

Alastor, losing his control: SHUT UP! SHUP UP ALL OF YOU!

Alastor kept performing the maneuver while you desperately gagged, finally spitting the tail out. The slimy tail landed on Lucifer's hat, making him let out a ridiculously high pitched scream.

Alastor held you close, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear. "It's okay darling, you're fine, I'm here..."

"My tail... It's gone..." you cried softly against his chest.

Husk finally sobered up, seeing the scene in front of him. "What the hell did I miss?"

Angel quickly let Husk know what had happened.

Husk: Well, that's sucks. That sucks a lot-

Angel: Like your dad at the gay sex club-

Nifty: Nice one, Angie-

Husk: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY-

Charlie: OMG! Look!

Vaggie: Your tail is growing back!

Never in your life had you ever witnessed this. First, your tail dropped, and now you were pushing out a new one. Alastor looked at the newly emerged tail that was even softer than the last one. He chuckled, reaching the tail to pet the silky fur.

"My my, looks like things worked out after all", Alastor chuckled. "First you dropped your old tail and now you grew out a new, drop dead gorgeous tail."

"Pun intended, huh?" Angel cackled.

You felt your new softer tail, still slightly confused by the most recent events. "I really have a tail after all..."

"Yes dear", Alastor nodded, ignoring Angel's comment. He grinned with a wicked glint in his eyes as he stole glances at the new tail. "Lovely."

Alastor's face when your tail fell off:

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chrisbesitos · 8 days ago

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⌗ warnings: oral fixation; age gape.

⸝⸝ it's saturday, you finish miles' bags for the weekend with his father. you receive a message from your ex husband, you grab your kid's stuff and walk with him out off your house. you give miles some kisses and hugs before you could let him go, after certifying he's gonna be fine with the man you one day called lover, you wave waiting in the stairs in front of your door. as soon as the car left, you hear the noise from the door coming from the neighboring house. you watch the same boy from the beach going out, looking kinda annoyed.

"chris?" you call, the boy blinks his eyes and looks at you. he sighs, sounding exhausted, but he opens a weak smile to you. you tilt your head, crossing your arms against your chest. "you're fine, kid?"

"uh, yeah?" he says, sounding more like a question than an affirmation. you narrow your eyes, going downstairs, chris looks tense, his body freezing as you approach. "i'm going to study at the library, some peace." he murmurs.

"it's saturday, kid. are your brothers being loud again?" you ask again. you don't know chris very much, but you notice he's not a big fan of loud noises and crowded places, looks like he easily gets overwhelmed. chris sighs and nods slowly. "you want to come in? miles' not home, he's out with his father."

"i– i think i shouldn't–" he stutters, your lips lean into a playful smile. "hm, okay, i guess." chris shakes his shoulders, you nod and call him with a head movement. chris follows you, your house is very different than his, much more mature and decorate. you have frames in the walls of you, your kid and artistic paints. some toys left in the rug, but you have a toddler, totally normal. "i didn't know you have a husband." chris says, his voice sounding low, you giggle.

"i'm divorced, kid." you say, chris gasps a little 'oh'. you guide him until the living room, carefully trying to not step on miles' toys. "do you drink? sorry, how old are you?" you ask playful, your hands resting in your waist. chris' sitting on your couch, his hands resting on his lap. he's shy, you know that.

"i'm twenty. i don't drink, m'sorry." he apologizes, even though he doesn't need it to. you shake your head, smiling big with your red lips.

"stop apologizing, kid." you giggle, pinching his cheek softly. you vanish in the kitchen, returning with two glasses. you hand the one to chris, sitting by his side. "it's apple cider, chris. don't worry." you say, sipping the wine in your glass.

"m'not." he murmurs, sipping the apple cider. he scrunches his nose by the taste, but enjoys it.

"you say you were going to study at the library, but you don't even have a pen with you, kid." you say, now chris' cheeks and ears are flushing red. you can help it, but smile softly. chris' good boy, such a cutie. "what're you really going to do?" you ask, you're being a little nosy, but chris didn't seem to care. he just shakes his shoulders, sipping his drink again.

"i was going for a walk, need to relax a bit." he explains, his head laying on the couch back. his voice sounding softly. "you know, i told you about at the beach when we meet." you nod, remembering that day.

"i know, kid. let's make a deal." you say, chris frowns his eyebrows and tilts his head in confusion. what's a grown woman can offer to a boy in his twenties? you rest the wine glass at the coffee table, chris does the same with his glass of apple cider, adjusting his posture on the couch. you smile gently and rest your hands on your lap. "every time you feel overwhelmed around your brothers and need to relax, you can come to my home. promise you miles' not a very loud kid."

"i don't want to disturb you, ma'am." he says, you shake your head, giggling.

"you don't disturb me, kid. i swear, i like your company." you say, pinching now his chin. "you're a good boy, chris. needs some peace sometimes, don't you think?" you smile, chris' cheeks turning into a shade of pink by being called a 'good boy'. you scrunch your nose chuckling waiting for his response.

"you sure, y/n?" he asks, sounding unsure, but you nod slowly. "then, i think it's fine. i like your company too." he says, leaning to grab his glass again. you smile, blinking to the boy, leaning too to grab your glass of wine.

"tell me more about your brothers, you say you're a triplet."

⸝⸝ chris started to feel more comfortable around you, more talkative and yapping softly about his days at uni. he's a very intelligent boy, when he needs some peace to study, he runs to your house. he spends hours reading his papers and writing notes, you watch him study on your office, sometimes bring snacks and sodas — his favorites —, that now you have for him in your fridge. you worry sometimes he's putting too much effort on his studies and forgetting to take care of himself, you have to obligated him to stop. even though, you still enjoying have chris around you, he's 11 years youngest than you, but he shows himself more mature than other guys of his age.

"i came here earlier, but you weren't here." chris says, sitting in your office chair, papers in the desk and you sitting at the table.

"m'sorry, kid. i had too much work at the office today, why didn't you texted me?" you ask, still in your office clothes and brown bayonetta glasses resting in your head. chris shakes his shoulders, carrying more with his papers. "fine. do you want to eat something?" you ask, jumping out of the table and swiping your fingers on chris' shoulders, squeezing it a bit. he opens a small smile, but shakes his head.

"i ate at home, but thanks, y/n." he says softly, you nod and lean yourself to kiss his cheek, chris leans against your touch. you giggle, giving him a pinch on his cheek, then brushing you thumb to clean your lipstick on his skin.

"have a great time then, call me if you need me." you say, turning to walk out of your office, your heels sounding as you walk until the door. chris scrunchies his nose, thinking more and suddenly calling you back. "what, kid?"

"can you stay?" he asks, his doe blue eyes begging you to stay. you bite your lower lip, miles' having a nap after school and you have free time. you nod, slowly closing the office door and walking back to the desk, chris' sitting in the chair, so you rest your ass on the glass table. you adjust your glasses in the face now, resting them in the crook of your nose.

"i'm not so good with numbers, hun." you say, but he softly scrunchies his nose and shakes his head, opening a smile on his plump lips.

"don't want help, just company." he says, you open your lips, but don't say anything, just agree with a head shake. while chris' taking his notes, you walk until your bookshelf, looking for some book to read. your heels hitting against the ground, making the typical noise. chris sighs, you hear it and turn your head to chris, now holding a book in your hands. "uh, y/n? your heels are kinda. . ."

"oh! i'm sorry, kid. i'm gonna stop walking around, promise." you say giggling, walking back to the table and opening your book. chris nods, turning his eyes back to his papers and notebooks.

even though your eyes were glued in the book, you feel chris' eyes on your. every time, his sweet blue eyes admiring you while you read your book, shameless staring your boobs on your button white shirt. not the first time again, back in the beach he stared when you were in your bikini, when you spend hours together you always catch his eyes eating your hungrily. chris' very shy boy, but don't know how to mask his looks. you're never do anything, although you think chris' cute and pretty, he's still a twenty years old boy and you're thirty-one. you catch him spying on you twice, but that's fine, it's not like you care about this, but that's all.

"chris, focus on your study." you say without looking at you, but feeling his eyes. chris jumps and blushes, turning his look back to his notebook, you bite your lower lip hiding a smile. "you're so distracted today, hm? what's happening?" you ask, the noise of the book closing makes him jump again.

"no, no. i just need to keep studying." he denies quickly, gagging with his words. you just nod, crossing your arms with your piercing eyes. chris shifts uncomfortable in the chair, his mind is really zoning out today, thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking. chris shakes his head, trying to forgot his freak thoughts. he lift his look again, finding you looking at him, you raise your eyebrows and tilt your head. chris widens his eyes and look down again.

"want to share your thoughts with me?" you ask, lifting his chin to make he looks at you. chris bites his lips, shaking his head quickly. you pout at him. "you sure? seems like that's something you want to tell me." you tease, you hand now on his hair, your brown nails scratching his scalp. chris leans in your touch. you shouldn't be doing that, you know this, but watch chris getting needy is kinda. . . kinda sexy.

chris lifts from the chair, he never acted like that with someone before, even more with an older woman. he always felt so shy around girls, they never looked at him, but you did. you saw him in the way no one did it before. he rests his nose on your shirt, brushing it against the clothing fabric. his hands shyly embrace your waist, you can feel his fingers shaking, you shut your eyes and bite your lower lip, feeling the sensation chris' nose brings to you closest to your boobs. you know what he wants and you want to give him, but you can't.

"no, no, no. chris, i can't." you say, fighting against your desire. your body is saying to let it go, but your rational thoughts stop you from giving chris what he wants. you open your eyes, grabbing chris' wrists and removing his hands around your waist, but he's still pressing his nose in your shirt. "honey, we can't."

"ma'am, please. there's nothing wrong." chris begs, his eyes asking you, begging you. it hurts so, so bad. you take deep breaths, the pain between your legs grows harder. you're a grown woman, you can't be acting like a teenager like that. but chris' there, begging you to have some of you, looking so needy, so pretty. you let chris' hands go, now you're embracing his waist, your fingers entering his shirt, your nails scratching his skin. he coos, shutting his eyes. "please, please. just a little bit of them and i'll be back to my papers." he cries.

"fine! fine." you huff, just one time. you tilt your head, opening a hungry smile to chris. you move your hands to your shirt, unbuttoning your white shirt, revealing your lace black bra, your boobs almost jumping out of the lingerie. chris' mouth is watering, begging to have them on his mouth, craving to grab and squeeze then. you let the shirt fall on the ground, chris never saw boobs like yours, not even in the porns he watched when he was a teen. chris grabs your waist again, but before he turns his look to your eyes. "what? you want my permission, honey?" he nods quickly. "go ahead, baby boy."

chris smiles shyly, his face burning red and so are his ears. but he doesn't lose time, he moves his hands to your bra, unbuckling them. now, your boobs are fully exposed, chris cries feeling needy, his both hands cupping your boobs. you smile in excitement, puffing your chest proudly, you rest your ass on the table, your hands back in chris' body. suddenly you feel his mouth on your boob, he groans with his mouth full, he almost can't have them in his mouth. his tongue rounding your nipple, sucking vehement your skin, his fingers don't shake anymore, now they squeeze your skin, his short nails scratching your back. his eyes are close, just enjoying the sensation of have your boob on his mouth, you just lean you head back, eyes shut and your mouth open, letting out soft moans.

you open your legs, chris fits himself in the middle of them. his mouth is fast and hungrily, you smile in pleasure. you raise your head, eyes back in chris. the young boy sucking hard your boob, you can feel his teeth now.

"you're enjoying, angel boy?" you ask, he says something you can't understand, since he's busy with your boob in his mouth. you giggle, leaning your head back again. chris lets go your boob, you see a trail of saliva between his mouth and his boob. his hair looks a mess, his lips swollen and red, he rests his chin your breast.

"you're my angel." he whispers, shyly. you open a big smile, giggling at him.

"i'm not an angel, baby boy."

⌗ author's note: i really enjoy writing this, can say milf!reader is my new favorite au to write 🤭

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nappywearingguy · 8 months ago

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Just your average messy Saturday morning after cider on a Friday evening

#adult diaper #adult nappy #diapered #full nappy #ab dl #tykables #thick nappy #tykable tighty whitey #messy nappy #poopy nappy

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kinley-cafe · 5 months ago

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Kinley Café Current Menu

The menu may change based on the season or special holiday. Text version with full menu and item descriptions can be found below the cut

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bluelockhalloweek · 5 months ago

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Your Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 prompts are here!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 If you would like to volunteer to translate prompts so more people can join the Halloween Party, go here!

👻 Original fanart by Qoffee51 (twt | insta) and graphic design by @suosage (twt)!

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a Wild West fic for “Cowboy,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the guidelines!

👻 Find the 2024 event Archive of Our Own Collection here!

👻 The event is hosted on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts! Credit to @/unhingednagi who suggested "Dance with the Devil" (😈) & the several anons who suggested an undead/resurrection 🧟‍♂️ theme. A lot of other suggestions were already on the longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for another year. If your favorite isn’t on the list, it's perfect for “Free Prompt”!

👻 Did you like last year's prompts? Use as many as you want on Day Five for Free Prompt!

Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 Prompts (Oct. 28 - Nov. 3, 2024)

Monday Oct. 28: Pumpkin Spice + Dance with the Devil

Tuesday Oct. 29: Myth + Resurrection

Wednesday Oct. 30: Whisper + Scream

Thursday Oct. 31: Sugar Rush + Haunted

Friday Oct. Nov. 1: Incantation + Free Prompt!

Saturday Nov. 2: Festival + Instinct

Sunday Nov. 3: Space + Cowboy

Prompt Examples + Explanations

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes I took while narrowing down the list, now expanded with links & definitions. These are only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

🎃 Day 1:

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Dance with the Devil: Defined. To dance with the devil is to engage in risky, reckless, or potentially immoral behavior. Or going out dancing; Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈 (Suggested by unhingednagi)

🎃 Day 2:

Myth: Myths or legends from any culture or time period. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Egyptian, etc.!! Gods and mythical creatures and beasts. Dionysus or Eros or Apollo Shidou; Persephone and Hades, so many! Hercules Kunigami!

Resurrection: reincarnation, zombies (Lorenzo!), waking up a vampire or werewolf after being bitten; …having a little too much fun on Halloween and having to pull oneself together the next day (sugar hangover, ...hangover-hangover). (Suggested by several anons!)

🎃 Day 3:

Whisper: soft voices, trying not to be caught/found/discovered, whispering a secret, whispering something spicy, hearing voices.

Scream: screaming in fear or excitement or…; calling out for someone. Scary movies, pranks. Awkward meet-cute. Bachira’s monster.

🎃 Day 4, Halloween:

Sugar Rush: the “rush”/“high” or energy you get from eating a bunch of sugar! Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn; being sweet, a different sort of rush; ..."give me some sugar"

Haunted: Ghosts, spirit entities like yokai, strange noises in the night. GhostBusters, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. Real or funhouse haunted house, ghost stories; being haunted by the past; being possessed or haunted. The twisty, creepy aura thing Rin gets.

🎃 Day 5:

Incantation: a set of words that could be a sort of incantation / magic words, any type of magic, witches, wizards, curses, Ness the Magician, Harry Potter, Quiditch, Lord of the Rings, crystal ball, tarot. Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Non-literal magic words in relationships (saying / hearing just the right thing).

Free Prompt: Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt. The day to use any of last year’s prompts!

Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if I had time): Video game au for Hiori! Little French imp Charles as the Joker or a jester. Pokemon! Barou as the “Cowardly” Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you’re reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). This is my second year making this wish. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

🎃 Day 6:

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel, corn maze. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities.

Instinct: fight or flight, fear, instinct to hunt like vampires, instinct to save someone, instinctively drawn to someone, instinct to grab someone’s hand or hide behind them; that gut feeling that it’s time to leave a place. Hairs on arms raising, chills going down one's spine, one's whole body trying to tell one something.

🎃 Day 7:

Space: All things celestial. Nightfall. Stars and moon, werewolves, moonlight, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, celestial myths and gods. Stars, moon, aliens, Star Wars, astronauts, and planetary hotline Isagi and Kurona! Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline. Astrology. Wishing on a star. Fun fact: The Orionid Meteor Shower peaks just before this event starts, the night of Oct. 21-22, and continues until Nov. 7th! Cowboy Bebop.

Cowboy: Not much is wilder than Blue Lock—except maybe The Wild, Wild West. Outlaws, Gunslinger Isagi (see recent manga chapters), sheriffs Aikuuu and Nio, horses, rodeos, Ego and his little football bolo tie in cowboy getup pleaseee, the works, Nagi and his lil Choki cactus. Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all.

Okay, that’s it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

PS: ...If y'all want ✨spicy 🔞 prompt inspiration, I could always make a separate post (that would be tagged #spicy; please remember to block that if you're a minor or uninterested in mature themes). Let me know!

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