#the DILF club

[seven-oomen]

ngl I wanna see Teen Wolf: The Movie if only for the Chris/Noah/Peter situation we have now.

[marksbear2]

Can i request Lovesick Ghost (from cod) x dilf Reader who's just trying to live his life But everywhere he goes there's always a big Ahh shadow staring at Him

And randomly received a gifts or confess letter

So let's just say Reader is Ghost's Neighbor who like have one conversation which is just saying good morning to each other one time and Ghost is like "I'm going to marry that man..."

Lovesick Ghost x Dilf reader

⚠️Warnings- dark headcanons, Lovesick Simon, stalking, older man reader, random gifts, delu Ghost, creepy, toxic Ghost, and Etc DONT READ IF BOTHERED. ⚠️

— It all started off with a gift, it was something common between neighbors. Just random gift giving like a bag of cookies or extra flour.

— But when you walked up to his door step and asked to borrow a few batteries, Ghost while life changed.

— He never imagined being with an older man, but the more he saw you through his window watching and staring at each one of your movements, he fell hard. He would watch and stare at you through the windows and shadows of the neighborhood he became obsessed with the idea of dating you.

— He started to learn about you from the other neighbors. He learned your name, your job, age and so much more and everything you did was the ideal for him.

— He’d stay up all night staring at the celling twisting and turning around his bed about you. The crush he had on you was massive, you stayed on his mind through night and day.

— He would find your Facebook or any other social media, he would find your ex’s your best friends and your family. 

— Him learning about you didn’t help his delusions and instead it in powered them and he was in more love with even the smallest details he learned about you. 

— Though the two of you haven’t talked much since the day you two met, Ghost would always bump into you or get in your way in just in the right time. So he could hear you, feel you brush against him. He comes home all giddy and happy.

— His heart aches and stings whenever you bring anyone to your home. He would go through hundreds of emotions like you just cheated on him, when in fact you barely knew his name.

— He started to follow sometimes far and close with you on the walk to the grocery store or on your way to work.

— He loves the routine you have, he knows what you do when you wake up or when your going to bed. He’s so involved with your day to day life and you have no clue.

— Moving on from watching you from his window he slowly began to peak inside your own window looking through whatever he could find and see then slowly he’s able to sneak inside the house and such to learn your interest more.

— Leaving anonymous letters, gifts and random things to show you his love and devotion.

— Then whenever your out on a date or talking with someone he doesn’t like, he would send letters having a whole mental breakdown about how your destroying the relationship by cheating on him.

— He’s so unhinged and his love for you is feral, he sometimes feel like he can’t breathe without at least seeing you once a day.

— He would sneakily take pictures of you and record your conversations. He would edit the conversations so it’s like yo talking to him directly and stare at your pictures all day long.

— Staying up stalking your social media pages to change himself so he fits your type and learns about your dislikes and likes.

— So when you two finally became friends he would bring up things you liked and just innocently be like “I really have been interested in…” So when your eyes light up at the mention of your favorite whatever you two could talk longer. It’s like he laid out bread crumbs and your the bird, just eating up whatever he says.

— As the two of you get closer and closer Ghost delusions crazier and crazier. 

— Wherever you give him a friendly touch on the shoulder or arm he swears that you love him. 

— It became a morning regular the two of you talking on your porch. His eyes are basically heart eyes as he stares at you which such soft eyes but behind them that you are the object of his obsession and love.

— As you two grow closer he began to drop hints of his crush on you even referring you as his he doesn’t even like hearing anyone’s name come out of your mouth as those soft loving eyes become crazed and angry.

— The two of you have this light joke about being married, but for Ghost it was no joke. 

— He treated you more like his partner day by day and he would invade your space and privacy like an controlling boyfriend.

“I want to marry you one day.” Ghost said randomly as he started down at you with love controlling eyes.

“What?” You respond not understanding his words.

“I. Want. To. Marry. You.” Ghost said as he walked closer to you with each step he presses you inside your house.

With one look over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching he closes the door to your house after himself.

THE END

[varpusvaras]

Roy Harper being one of the best dads in DC universe while also being the number one hater of Batman as a father is how the world heals actually

[kitten4sannie]

NO BC…….this is exactly what i imagined san to smell like and it’s driving me fucking INSANE. it has a warm spiced vanilla, almost like woody scent to it with subtle notes of whiskey at the end,, and it’s so intoxicating??? like straight up seductive. goddamn. san was on the money when he called it sexy 🙂‍↕️

[ayyyy-le-simp]

I was having a lovely conversation with my mom today at the dinner table while eating tacos. We were talking about fictional and celebrity hunks. She listed Chris Evans, Thor and Chris Pratt. I listed Harrison Ford/ Han Solo and Bucky Barnes.

“Who else do you find as a hunk?” My beloved mami (mom for Spanish, yes I still call her mami, let me act like a kid around her 🙄) asked.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to nothing but air “Hunter from The Bad Batch.”

My amazing Mami looked at me and said “That’s a cartoon character” She gave me a look and said “that’s…weird.”

I then showed her a picture of Hunter (even though she has seen him before). She then said “He looks like Rambo.”

My somewhat uncultured ass looked up Rambo.

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Holy smokes-

MY MOTHER, MY AMAZING MAMI, WAS NOT LYING

Conversation with a friend of mine after looking up Rambo

RAMBO IS LITERALLY HUNTER BUT FROM THE 80S WITH A PEW PEW AND SWEATY ASS ABS AND SHOULDERS ANS BICEPS

Hunter, baby, honey, sweetheart, cream to my coffee, amor, mi corazón, please, take off your shirt and be Space Rambo. I’ll be your little housewife. I cook, clean, and I’m great with kids. Call me at 1-800-NEED-A-MAN

[marksbear]

could you write a dom male reader or an oc x marc spector? They have one teen son (adopted or fostered) and maybe another younger son and the kids are chaotic but they all love each other. Marc still has DID so steven and jake have appeared in the past and sometimes still do but since he feels safe and happy its a rare happening and the reader or the oc have autism? The sons love to bicker but the older son is very protective of his whole family and maybe the youngest son gets bullied at school so the oldest steps up and beats the crap out of everyone including an asshole parent :] and marc and the male reader were at home finally having an off day alone and things were getting steamy untillllll the school calls them 🙈

Took me a minute to write this, but nonetheless I hope you still enjoy it! I hope I wrote everything that you asked sorry if not! I love writing stuff for dad reader it's so fun!

Os/n= Older son name.

S/n= Son name.

Warning! Cussing, Lemon/spicy, making out, school fight, badass son, detailed fight, blood mentioned, shoving, pushing, stomping, punching. Laid back dads!

Dom Dad dilf reader x Dad Marc spector

Marc wakes up slowly from all the noise and yelling from outside his bedroom. Marc peaks open his eyes looking to the side of him.The spot on the bed was empty and still warm. Marc sits up and stretch’s his body. After a while Marc stands up from the bed walking outside of his bedroom.

Marc steps into the living room and looks around.

His youngest son S/n was on the floor drawing as his older brother beside him messing with him.

“Dad!! Os/n keeps messing with me!” The younger son shouts putting his pencil down before pushing Os/n away from him.

“Os/n! Stop messing with your brother.” Y/n shouts back from inside the kitchen.

“I’m not even messing with you stop being a crybaby!” Os/n says rolling his eyes.

“Hi dad!” S/n says greeting Marc with a smile while Marc does the same “Hi kid.” Marc says going over to him and crouches down messing up his hair.Marc turns to his side looking at his oldest son and reaches out his hand ruffling his hair.

“You boys come eat alright.” Marc says one last time before getting up going inside the kitchen. Marc stares at Y/n watching as he put the food on the plates.

“Need any help?” Marc asks moving forward to Y/n. “Nahh… I got it.” Y/n answers before turning his head around.

“Good morning! I woke up very early.” Y/n says putting the last plate of food down and moves closer to Marc wrapping his arms around him.

“Good morning, and why didn’t you wake me up then after you woke up?” Marc questions with a raise brow.Y/n doesn’t answer only closing the distance between them kissing Marc deeply on the lips. Marc melts into the kiss moving both of his hands to Y/n’s shoulders.

Y/n moves his hands on Marc’s hips brining him close. Marc ruts his hips into Y/n’s crotch as they makeout.

“Ahem!” Os/n clears his throat as he covers his little brothers eyes.

The two adults pull away from each other looking at the teenager.

“Sorry kid.” Y/n apologizes letting go of Marc’s hips and turns back around getting the plates of food.Os/n moves his hand away from his little brothers eyes and follows his dad into the dinning room.

Y/n puts the plates on the table waiting for everyone else to be in their seats before sitting down.

As the family eat S/n rambles on to his family about his latest school project. “A-and also that my teacher says that I may win 1st place!”

“No one cares S/n” The oldest son blurts out teasingly rolling his eyes as well. “Shut up!” S/n responds back shoving his brother a little.Marc only rolls his eyes at the kids antics and continues eating as his husband Y/n pick and stare at his food.

“You guys are gonna miss the bus if y’all keep arguing and not eating.” Y/n says randomly with a smirk. The boys stared at their father thinking to themselves.

“Your dad’s right, I’m pretty sure the bus is already in the neighborhood.” Marc adds before standing up.

The boys scramble to their feet rushing out of the dinner table going straight to their rooms to get their things.Marc laughs at the sight and starts to make the boys their lunch putting it in their bags.Y/n still is at the dinner table finishing his breakfast before anything.

Os/n is done first picking up his bag back and stands by the door waiting for his brother. “S/n! Hurry up before I leave you!” Os/n shouts tapping his foot impatiently.

S/n rushes out his room trying to fix his hair as he scrambled to put his bag back on.Os/n opens the door pushing S/n out before turning to his parents. “Bye dads!” Both boys says at the same time. Both parents wave off their sons watching them leave.

Once the boys were on their way to the bus stop Marc shuts the door and turns around to Y/n.

“You didn’t have to lie to them.” Marc says with a light chuckle walking back to his seat at the breakfast table.

“ I know… I just wanted us to have some alone time. And especially when we adopt a new baby.” Y/n says with a smile reaching out his hand to Marc’s thigh.“We’re gonna need all the time we can get. Even if that means lying to our kids about the bus almost being here.” Y/n adds in leaning in close to kiss Marc.

Marc closes the distance kissing Y/n on the lips passionately.

Y/n melts in the kiss standing up slowly from his chair as Marc does the same. Marc leans against the table as Y/n is in front of him holding onto his waist. Marc sits on the edge of the table wrapping his legs around Y/n’s hips.

Y/n wraps his arms Marc’s lower back holding him tight and close.

TIMESKIP

It was in the middle of the day of school only a few more class periods left and they’ll be done with the day.

Os/n walked around the halls with his friend group going to their next destination.

“And I’m telling you guys she was so fucking hot—“ Os/n gets cut off by bumping into someone.

“The fuck? What the hell.” Os/n breathes out looking around looking at the large crowd he just bumped into.

As Os/n and his friends push past the crowd trying to see what’s going on Os/n heat drops.

S/n bag back and his things were scrambled around the floor.

“Hey Os/n isn’t this your brothers bag?” One of his friends questions as she picks up the bag back and some of its stuff.

Os/n only tunes her out and feeling more determined to figure out what’s going on he pushes people out of his way.

“Get out of my way!” Os/n shouts pushing and shoving people.

Os/n steps in the middle of the circle of the source.

Os/n’s hands closes into a tight fist as his knuckles turns white.

S/n was on against the locker tears running down out of his eyes as kids no doubly bigger than him push and hit him.

Os/n drops his bag back running up to the group of guys grabbing onto the nearest guy shoulder spinning him around and punching him square in the face.

With the new found adrenaline Os/n moves around the boys fighting every single one of them.

Os/n fist flared around punching the boys where it would hurt the most.

As S/n leaned against the locker weakly as he watch his brother fight like hell.

Even though Os/n was clearly out numbered he still fought hard and clearly winning.

Once their was only one man left probably the leader Os/n pounced on him tackling him to the ground as he punch him in the floor repeatedly.

His hits were repeatedly aimed at the face and head even sometimes yanking the boy by his hair and slamming his head back down. Os/n fist were bruised and bloody as he punch the boy again and again. Os/n was on a rampage as he got off the boy and kicked him dead in the stomach.

As teachers run to the scene Os/n fights the boys who got back on their feet sending them back on the ground.

Finally once S/n went back to reality he pushed himself off the lockers and runs to his brother pulling him away as well as the teachers.

The kids who was recording and the others ran away the scene screaming and talking about it.

Teachers quickly pull Os/n and S/n out of the crowd and straight to the office.

TINY LITTLE TIMESKIP.

Both brothers sat side by side inside the front office waiting to be called in.

A parent probably one of the boys Os/n messed up was inside the office walked back and forth stressed.

“Is my boy going to be okay!?! I mean have you saw what that monster did to his face!” The parent screamed having no clue that the monster he’s talking about was in the same room.

“Sir please calm down—“ One of the staff says but gets cut off by the dad again.

“Calm down!?! How do you expect me to clam down especially knowing that some monster fought my kid! I swear to god if I meet that boy’s parents I swear! Who is that boys parents? Animals!?! Because obviously they aren’t real ones.”

The dad exclaims catching Os/n attention.

S/n side eyes looking at his older brothers pissed off face already knowing what’s going to happen.

“Hey asshole! What did you just say about my parents?” Os/n questions with a shout standing up from his chair. “Usually I don’t ask questions, but this time I wanna hear you say it.” Os/n adds walking closer to the parent unfolding his arms.

“So your the boy who stared all of this… Wow I can’t believe you or your idiotic parents—“ the man gets cut off by a fist swinging out out no where connecting to his cheek.

The father head turns to the side in pain and shock.

Os/n wastes no time to punch the man right in the stomach causing the man to hunch over. Os/n hand reaches out to the back of the man’s head grabbing onto his hair tightly before slamming it onto the wall.

Immediately staff pulls Os/n back as S/n grabs both of their things following them into a different room.

Once the adults left the room so it’s only the brothers in there S/n begins to panic.

“What if we get in trouble! Dads are gonna be so pissed! What if you get in jail!—“ S/n nervously blurts out but gets cut off by a pair of arms hugging him tightly.

In the room only soft sniffles could be heard as Os/n cry’s softly onto his brother. “I-I was so scared for you… I’m sorry that I wasn’t there fast enough.” Os/n says weakly as the guilt settles.

“W-were not gonna get in trouble alright. So don’t be scared alright dork.” Os/n says giving S/n a light kiss on the head.

WITH Y/N AND MARC

“Ohh!~ fuck Y/n!~ Hurry up and give it to me!~” Marc moans out as he laid on the bed legs out spread. Y/n held onto Marc’s thighs as he slowly moved the tip of his cock inside of Marc’s hole.

*Ring!!*

The men look away from each other at the phone of the dresser.

“Ignore it!~ HmMm please!~” Marc moans out as he grinds his ass against Y/n’s cock.“You know I can’t.” Y/n responds back rolling his eyes a little before reaching out to the night stand picking up the phone.

“Hello?” Y/n questions as he uses his free hand to jerk Marc off.

“Yes I am their father…” Y/n answers giving Marc a worried look.

“Mhm. Uhm yes I’ll be there with my husband.” Y/n says hanging up the phone.

“School called… And Os/n got into a very serious fight. They even said he fought a kids dad.” Y/n let’s go of Marc’s cock and moves off the bed walking into the closet getting clothes for the both of them.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to continue this later.” Marc says getting up from the bed.“Yeah… sorry.” Y/n apologizes as he puts underwear and pants on.

Marc cups Y/n face in his hands smiling at him.

“It’s not your fault Y/n…” Marc says giving Y/n a light kiss.

TIMESKIP

Marc and Y/n walked inside the office looking around for their kids.

Y/n takes a mental note of how messed up a group of boys and even a man looks.

“Fuck Os/n” Y/n thinks to himself before looking at the principles. The principles able gestures the man inside. With one last look at each other Marc and Y/n steps inside the office.

“Sorry if you two were busy.” The principles says looking at the both of them. Y/n shakes his head no with a smile taking a seat by Os/n as Marc sits by S/n.“The woman on the phone already gave me a run down about what’s going on so could we just go straight to the chase.” Y/n says as Marc talks to their sons getting their side of the story.

“We’ll witness says that S/n was getting bullied and his brother came and saved him, so the punishment won’t be to bad—“

“Punishment? You just said it yourself my son was getting bullied and his brother came and save him since everyone else wasn’t doing anything.” Y/n cuts off the man.

“I know Mr L/n, but there’s no excuse as to why Os/n fought an adult.”

“Because he was talking shit about me and my family!” Os/n exclaims.

“Can’t we just negotiate a reasonable punishment for my son and the other kids please.” Marc says as Y/n agrees. “If that what you’d two like to do.”

“Yes we’ll like that a lot.” Y/n says before adding “Could we host a meeting tomorrow here. It will be easier to talk to all the parents since some is probably working now.”

The principle nods and types in his computer probably documenting this.

“Well then… See you tomorrow. Nice talking with you and please tell the father that my son fought that I say my deepest apologies.” Marc says with a fake nice tone before standing up with the rest of his family leaving.

Once the family is leaving the school and at the parking lot waking to the car Marc breaks the silence.

“So I see you used some of my moves huh?” Marc teases looking at Os/n

“No! I was using my own moves you should had saw!”

THE END

[folkloristico]

Marion and Oritel redesign

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Marion usually wears her hair loose, switching to a more elaborate hairstyle during official ceremonies.

Oritel, I imagine him with curly hair, with his face shaven clean in his younger years—they’re both in their mid-twenties here. Daphne’s already a few years old because they married quite young.

[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  I’m sorry it’s been a bad pain day, and I hope it’s gotten a bit better!  So, I’ve been having severe writer’s block for a while, but with all the hubbub around the movie I finally started working on some of my WIPs.  And one of the ideas I’d had was for a fluffy comfort fic for the boys, and since it’s been a shitty few days and I managed to actually get everything out of my head and onto the screen for this one, uh, here, have the first thing I’ve finished in like two years?  (Holy shit, I finished something?!)  I was gonna put it on AO3, but wasn’t sure if/how to make it private since it’s kinda technically another post-OUAT inspired fic and I wanted to check with you first before posting it?  I tried to avoid any specific references to much.  Also, I only reread it like once and gave it only the vaguest hint of editing because I was trying to do time zone math in my head, and I can’t even manage to think of a title right now.  In case you’re curious, the movies mentioned are Jungleground (which does indeed feature a very bby JR, thank you for that IMDb), Mortal Kombat (because obviously), and WolfCop.  Anyway, enjoy, and I hope it makes your day a bit better!  *HUGS!!!*

If it is anything like this wonderful fic gift below, you have my blanket permission to use the OUAT universe for all your fic writing inspiration. My only requests is that you send me the link to said fics so I may read them too.

Because B, you cannot send me this much cuteness at 1:30 am and not expect me to absolutely flip the fuck out and go to sleep with a smile on my face. I absolutely fucking love this so much, holy shit, and I have FEELINGS. And if I wasn’t half asleep already, I would be writing fic with these feelings. (But alas I have been fighting sleep since 9pm and I am falling over, so writing will have to wait until the morning).

But I am so freaking excited to write more of that buddycop fic now and this is FEEDING ME. Watered my crops, blessed my day. It is a wonderful gift and one that I treasure with all my heart.

Placed the Dilf club/Stetopher sr fic gift under a readmore for people’s dash, but it is very cute, mentions a/b/o, but is fluff/comfort. It’s based/ in the universe of Once Upon a Time

Untitled Shameless Fluffy Comfort Gift Attempt:

Noah handed over the last bag to Melissa with a slightly rueful smile. With a look like she was doing her absolute best not to laugh at him, she got stowed it away with the rest in the trunk, while he leaned into the back seat to give both the twins one final kiss goodbye for the night. They barely seemed to even register it as they continued to giggle and grizzle at each other, staring around the unfamiliar vehicle in wonder from beneath their many layers.

“Thanks, Mel, I’ll owe you one.” He gave her a brief but thorough hug in deference to the chill winds whipping around the driveway and tossing her dark hair around like a banner.

“I don’t mind in the slightest, you know that. They’re too tiny to be too much trouble yet, and frankly I love to see the look of low-key panic on Scott’s face when he sees me with them because he’s worried I’m going to start asking about grandkids.”

Noah snorted out a laugh and gave her one last squeeze before stepping back. “Well, glad to be of assistance then.”

“Exactly. Speaking of, get back in there and look after my other boy. It’s freezing out here, and I’ve got these two.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he cheekily replied, tossing her a jaunty salute as he stepped back inside. He waited until he saw her drive off with a last wave before heading towards his bedroom.

Chris was still curled up where he’d left him, looking miserable but clearly trying to be stoic about it. They all had their fair share of recurring aches these days, courtesy of both the creeping march of time and the sometimes rather unfortunate events of their lives, but due to both his father’s…well, Noah might call them training methods if he were feeling particularly generous about it, which he rarely was…and a couple of hunts gone rather severely wrong, Chris’ bad pain days tended to be far worse than Noah or Peter’s. A passing weather system was causing plummeting temperatures and frankly horrendous pressure changes, and Noah was currently feeling occasional twinges in places he didn’t even know could twinge. He couldn’t even imagine how much worse it was for his husband right now.

Exchanging his more outdoor appropriate attire for a t-shirt and flannel pants, he gingerly climbed up onto the bed and curled up as close as he could to where Chris was propped up with the specially shaped and supportive pillows left over from Noah’s pregnancy, a heating pad across his shoulders and around one knee. At least two layers of blankets were draped over him to help hold the heat in, with more piled at his feet if needed. He leaned over and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to ruffled ashen locks, his hand almost instinctively reaching out to tangle with Chris’, his thumb stroking soothingly along one side as their rings clinked quietly against each other. A brief green glow lit up their twined fingers as he sent a burst of healing energy across. Some of the tension flowed out of Chris’ muscles, letting him melt more comfortably into the cushions, and Noah. He knew it wouldn’t help for terribly long- neither it nor the pain drain did- but it was something he could do to help at least ease some of his soulmate’s suffering, so he’d do it as frequently as Chris would let him.

“Still doing okay?”

Chris heaved a soft sigh and tilted his head to nuzzle his cheek against Noah’s. “No worse, at least.” There was the faintest twitch of Chris’ shoulders in what appeared to be an attempt at a shrug.

“Is it time for your meds yet?”

“I don’t really want to take any more for a bit if I can help it, make me feel too fuzzy,” he said with a slow shake of his head.

“Need anything?”

“Just you.” Chris sent him teasing look up through his lashes with the tiniest little adorable smirk on his face. Noah very badly wanted to kiss it off him, but figured that would be starting something his husband was in no shape to finish. “And Peter,” Chris continued with a glance past Noah’s shoulder, “if he ever manages to make it back.”

They’d managed to clear the house of all but themselves for the day so Chris could have some peace (they loved their kids, but there were just. So many of them.) The older kids were all at a party at Kira’s house (he supposed if anyone could keep most of their hellions and a handful of other kids under control, a 900 yr old kitsune could…), Ben was at a sleepover at a friend’s, and Melissa had generously offered to take the twins to her place since she’d had only a short, early shift today. The resulting freedom had lead to their husband announcing that it was high time they acquired some new films for their collection that they could enjoy for the first time without any “extraneous familial commentary.” After ascertaining that Peter was not intending to buy them any more porn, Noah reluctantly sent him to scavenge the used DVD section of the local Half-Price Books, slightly concerned what sort of travesties he might return home with, but knowing that their Alpha desperately needed to get out and do something to feel useful.

Almost as if Chris’ words had summoned him, Noah felt a tingling on the edge of his awareness that he only ever got around his husbands just as he caught the heavily muffled whir of the garage door opening and closing. Sure enough, Peter soon came waltzing in, one of their reusable bags dangling from his fingers and an elegant cream-colored box in his hand.

“Greetings my lovelies. I come bearing gifts,” he breezily announced, tossing his windblown hair out of his face with a move like he was in a damned shampoo ad. Noah was deeply irritated at how well he pulled it off.

Peter laid the items at the end of the bed and stripped off his coat and jeans, pulling his phone from his pocket and tossing it haphazardly towards the headboard. He gathered up the bag and box without bothering to put anything else on, climbing up next to the two of them in just his boxers and henley. Leaving his video findings to the side for the moment, he very carefully placed the box in Chris’ lap, lifting up the top flap with a surprising minimum of flair. The bounty contained within was a luscious looking pile of chocolate iced cream puffs, the scent of strawberries and cream wafting heavily in the air. They looked freshly made and richly decadent.

“My route home happened to take me past that patisserie you’re so fond of just in time for a new batch of these to be coming out.” He received matching fondly exasperated looks for the sheer unlikelihood of that statement, but neither called him on it. “I thought they’d make excellent snacks for our viewing marathon if you feel up to eating at any point.” As he spoke, he leaned in and sniffed delicately at Chris’ neck to try and get a read on his mood. Finishing with a soft nuzzle to his temple, he leaned back and glanced between the two Omega’s gazes.

“Thank you, Peter.” Chris�� face lit up with that happy little smile that always made Noah’s heart flutter, the faintest hint of a blush suffusing his cheeks. It was far preferable to the pale, pinched look he’d had most of the day, and Noah wanted to kiss Peter for putting it there. And also because his gorgeous husband was currently half naked and wearing smirk that managed to be somehow smug and shy all at the same time. And because he’d been gone for more than a couple of hours now and he still hadn’t gotten an I’m-home-and-I-missed-you kiss. Okay so he maybe had a lot of reasons to want to kiss Peter. Sue him.

Chris glanced consideringly down at the box, biting at his lip. “The nausea from the pain meds is still fading, but should probably be gone by the time we decide on a movie. I’ll look forward to them.”

With a happy little nod Peter moved the box to the far nightstand and snatched up the bag of DVDs. “Very well, gentleman. Allow me to share the wondrous artifacts I unearthed for us today.” Looking at the design of the labels on a couple of them, Noah wasn’t entirely certain Peter was kidding about that. He’d easily guess those titles to be fifteen to twenty years old at least. Their Alpha proudly scooped up one and held it up for their inspection.

“This delightful little dystopian number stars a former wrestler as a cop who gets captured by a gang of adorably young would be drug-runners and has to rescue both himself and his lady love. It looks astoundingly, laughably bad, but the gang leader is just absolutely precious, so I just couldn’t resist.” Noah wasn’t even sure where to start with that, and Chris was already looking amusedly resigned. Peter switched out the DVD for the next one, which Noah recognized and then had to fight the urge to facepalm.

“Next, we have this amazing cult classic that I know for a fact you have not had the joy of experiencing yet, Chris. I have had the pleasure, but it’s been rather a while and I was feeling nostalgic.”

“…Is that the one where they’re fighting demon ninjas to save the world or something…?”

“Indeed it is, in a glorious and amusing display of horrendously cheesy effects and impressive martial arts. So many sexy people beating on each other; it’s really quite enjoyable. I’m rather fond of one of the male leads myself.” He gave an exaggerated little shimmy. “Love me a man who can do the splits.” Chris rolled his eyes with an intensity that would have dropped him back into the pillows if he weren’t already there at that declaration, while Noah just reached up to pinch between his eyebrows for a moment. Blithely ignoring both of them, Peter swapped for the last DVD case. A gun-wielding Wolf Man style werewolf in a deputy’s uniform snarled out from the cover. Noah pinched a bit harder.

“This one is rather new, but I’ve heard good things about it. It’s also supposed to be mind-numbingly cheesy, but surprisingly smart at the same time. Also it’s apparently chock-full of references to older, well-known classics of the werewolf genre.” Noah could practically feel the rant about lore inaccuracies building up under his fellow Omega’s skin. That sort of thing tended to drive Chris absolutely crazy, but it was so cute to watch him vent (a refreshing change to his tendency to suppress most things in the interest of harmony) that they just couldn’t help themselves sometimes. “From what I understand the first part of him to shift is his dick.” Noah dropped his forehead to Chris’ shoulder just in time to feel the full body twitch that went through the hunter.

“You do recall that I mentioned I picked up the box set for Stargate: Atlantis the other day, right? You know, the one with Jason Momoa? I told you both about that, right?” Noah tried with much desperation but little hope to dissuade his husband from his chosen films.

“Yes, yes, dear, so you’ve said several times now. We’ll get to that eventually,” Peter replied without even pulling his gaze from his perusal of the back of the case. He distractedly reached over and picked up the Omega’s joined hands, lifting them up to place an absent, if drawn out kiss to the back of Noah’s. At the same time, he saw black lines begin to snake up his veins from where his fingers linked with Chris’ own. Chris sagged gratefully back into his cushions, sighing somewhat blissfully at his temporary reprieve. Noah was tempted to keep arguing, if only for the sake of his eyeballs, but the wolf looked calmer and less frazzled than he had since they’d first realized it was going to be one of THOSE days for their husband, and Chris looked more comfortable than he had in a while, so he resigned himself to his fate with a mostly performative reluctance.

“Let’s get this horrorshow on the road, then,” he said, snuggling in closer to Chris. Peter snorted, grabbing up the first DVD and heading over to the TV stand. The deliberate sway to his hips as he walked was confirmed as he reached the TV and threw a sassy wink back over his shoulder. The two Omegas didn’t even bother to pretend any innocence, raising their eyebrows at him in sync as they continued to appreciate the view. He shamelessly repeated his performance on the way back to the bed, grabbing another blanket to layer over them as he crawled up to press as close as he could to Chris’ other side. Noah managed to snake an arm between a fold in the pillows so that he could reach across to Peter without jostling Chris, and placed a grounding hand at the bend of the Alpha’s shoulder and neck. The tensed muscles there loosened fractionally, and he felt Peter drop a grateful peck to the side of his wrist in thanks. Giving a quick squeeze of their still clasped hands, Noah caught a glimpse of that tiny smile back on Chris’ face as he tucked his own into the side of Chris’ head on the pillow, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo and trying (and sadly failing) to ignore everything that was happening on the screen.

Ah well, he thought, not an entirely terrible day at least.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Anyway I can request a Christian Cage x Copeland!Reader fic? The reader is married to Christian and they have their own little family together and while Adam is under the influence of Malakai Black’s mist he ends up injuring his baby sister since when he sees her it reminds him of the long standing feud he and his childhood best friend and his baby sister’s husband just went through and when Adam ends up hurting her, Christian makes sure to do everything in his power to make sure the love of his life is taken care of and protected?

The Kings of The Black Throne

Christian Cage X fem reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injury

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

An: I wrote another Christian Cage x Adam Copelands little sister fic that you can find HERE if you are interested. (I quite enjoy that fic)

For weeks now The House of Black had been after Adam. I watched on a weekly basis as the men beat him to a pulp and tried to brainwash him into joining their group. At first I enjoyed watching the torturous events take place but now I couldn't help but feel that all of this was more than getting Adam to join their cult. “Are you alright? You seem on edge?” Christian asked me. “I just have a bad feeling about all of this” “Why? You should be happy he’s finally leaving us alone” Christian told me. “I know but what could The House of Black want from him. Truly. He has nothing to offer them Christian. I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe there's something bigger going on here” Christian had a point, I should have been happy that Adam was finally leaving us alone. He’s done nothing but cause trouble since the moment he stepped in AEW. He still couldn't accept the relationship between Christian and I. 15 years and three kids later he still couldn't accept it. He tried to tear my family apart, he tried to take the TNT title but of course he was no match for the patriarchy. 

Tonight our adopted son Nick Wayne was scheduled to have a match against Daniel Garcia on Dynamite. As the two of us got ready to go I ended up running into Adam, he had a dark look in his eyes. I didn’t think much of it, we had a match to win. The match was going well, everything was according to plan when all of a sudden the lights went out. Out of instinct I jumped into the ring and stood in front of Nick. That gut feeling had returned and was stronger than ever. Just then the lights turned on. I should have known The House of Black would be behind all of this. What did they want from us? “What the fuck do you want?” I spat at Malakai. “Trust me when I say it’s not you that I want. Who I’m after is your brother, Adam Copeland” “You can have him, I don’t fucking want him” “I really don’t want to be doing this sweatheart, I actually admire you but as much as you hate your brother I know he loves you” What was he talking about? Just then I felt it. The burning sensation of Malakai’s Mist. I could hear Nick’s screams of help but I couldn't do anything, I had been blinded by the mist. I was defenseless, Brody and Buddy held me down while Julia handcuffed Nick to the ring ropes. I couldn't see much but I noticed a dark figure match down towards the ring. I assumed it was Christian but was shocked when I saw Adam stand before me. 

“This is your final test” Malakai said to Adam as he handed him a steel chair. “Do it” he spat. “Think about all the harm she has caused you. Think about what she put you through. She cost you the TNT championship, she cost you your best friend. You are all alone Adam, your family, everyone you loved, gone. All of this is Y/n’s fault. Prove to us you are worthy. Join us, join us as we take over All Elite Wrestling. Join us on our quest to capturing the TNT championship” 

I knew it, I knew they were using him. They wanted to use me to get to Adam to get to Christian. It was a long plan, they took months planning this. Would it have been easier to ask Christian for a title shot? Absolutely but I must say I respected this plan of theirs. 

I could see the hesitation in Adam’s eyes. He couldn't do it, he was too weak. Just then I saw Julia whisper something in Adam’s ear. I didn’t know what she told him but I could see the effect it had on him. His eyes had turned black, the look on his face was cold and dead. They stole his soul. I don’t know what happened after that. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed. 

“You’re awake, how are you feeling baby?” Christian asked me carefully. “Where’s Nick?” I asked “Is he okay?” “Nick’s fine, he’s okay. It’s you that I’m worried about” He said as he carefully brushed his fingers on the fresh stitched on my skull. “What happened to you?” I asked him as I noticed his busted lip. “You were right about The House of Black. They attacked you honey. I tried to get out there but they locked me and Luchasaurus in our locker room. When I got there it was too late, I’m so sorry baby” I could see the tears start to form in his eyes as he spoke. “I should have listened to you, I should have been there to protect you. I failed you” I carefully wiped the tears that fell from his face. “It's okay, I’m okay” I told him reassuringly “No it’s not okay. I had to watch Adam crack your skull open with that chair and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't do anything when you were blinded by that mist. I watched them beat you to unconscious and I could do nothing about it. I really hoped my issues with Adam were over but it seems like they have just begun. I promise that I will do everything I can to get my revenge. I am going to take out the house of black one by one before I kill Adam with my bare hands. I will not rest until they pay for what they have done.” 

[it-goes-on]

Ouyang Zizhen in the Demon Slaughtering Cave: whoa, Lan Qiren is kind of a DILF

Lan Jingyi, wise: why do you think Hanguang Jun and Lan Xichen are so hot? They Got It From Him

[24hrsoda]

can you all spare a moment to look at Chief Man-of-Bats about to perform surgery on someone with a hot knife….it altered my brain chemistry

[atimefordragons]

watching a friend lose their mind over a different dilf than you is really funny, cause it's like "huh, so that's what I sound like! it is crazy, not gonna stop either though."

[salisburyliam]

Masamune's father has no business looking this good

[abbipaperbag]

i find it so funny how regal called mox a very calculated man while mox doesn’t have a plan for anything. he basically just says “fuck it, we ball” every week without any thinking. he never knows what going on, he never knows anything. he didn’t even know yuta and bryan were having issues with each other while it was happening. he didn’t even know what regal mean’t when he said that

[flatnumberseventeen]

Lee Gordon McKillop- 4th August 1968

Happy 55th birthday to this gorgeous specimen of man.

[urjustaguyonahorse]

the breakfast club this, ferris buellers day off that, sixteen candles whatever. go watch empire records right now. its everything about all of those that you like but its way better and its free on youtube. i beg of you.