#they're so cute and stringy right now

[galoosreblogger]

Not to brag but my lavender seeds germinated within 4 days without any kind of special prep or seed starter soil mix.

[midsummereve1993]

Here it is, a evan buckley Halloween story. I hope yall like it.

Mentions childbirth and cute and fluff

Notes please leave a review and let me know what you think about the story,

a Halloween surprise

October 31 2024

Evan Buckley had been anticipating this particular night with a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was Halloween, and he was dressed up as a friendly ghost—though the white sheet was draped more like a toga due to his hasty crafting skills. His daughter, Mia, who was five and bubbling with energy in her shiny pink fairy wings and sparkly tutu, danced around him with her pumpkin-shaped candy bucket at the ready. "Ready to fill this up, Daddy?" she chirped, her eyes shining brighter than the full moon hanging low in the crisp autumn sky. "You bet, munchkin. We'll have more candy than we know what to do with," Evan replied, reaching down to tuck a loose strand of hair back into her braided crown. His heart swelled with the pure joy of such moments, moments he'd carefully memorized, knowing they'd soon be shared with another.

Evan's wife, Alyssa, was nearing the end of her pregnancy, her due date looming just days ahead. Yet, her determination and spirit hadn’t waned. She had encouraged Evan and Mia to enjoy the Halloween tradition that evening despite her discomfort, emphasizing that these memories were precious. So Alyssa stayed home, taking breath-deepening moments that Evan had initially brushed off as mere discomfort from a day of activity.

As the father-daughter duo began making their way through the neighborhood, the streets echoed with laughter and the sounds of rustling leaves. Porch lights glimmered on elaborately decorated houses, where grinning jack-o'-lanterns and stringy cobwebs welcomed visitors with spooky splendor. They reached the Thompson’s house first, an old Victorian with an almost permanently eerie atmosphere due to its creaky wooden porch and tall, unkempt hedges. Mrs. Thompson, a vibrant spirit despite her age, handed Mia a generous handful of candies while complimenting her costume.

After thanking her, Evan and Mia continued down the winding street, their path marked by a trail of echoing giggles and munching from Mia's loot. As they moved from house to house, Evan couldn't help but frequently check his phone, a habit stemming from a gentle tension residing beneath his light-hearted demeanor. Just in case, he thought. But the festive air soon alleviated his worries. They met friends and admired costumes, and Mia was ecstatic when they found a house giving out full-sized chocolate bars, immediately proceeding to enthusiastically plan how she’d share them with her soon-to-arrive sibling.

Then, halfway through their planned route, Evan’s phone vibrated ominously in his pocket. In one fluid motion, he hoisted Mia up into his arms and checked the screen. It was Alyssa. "Evan, hey," she said, her voice edged with both excitement and pain. "Hey, love. You okay?" Evan's voice dropped, instantly alert. "So, funny thing—I think... I think she's decided tonight’s the night."

Evan’s heart skipped. "It's happening? Like, right now?" Alyssa's laughter broke the tension, though short and breathy. "Contractions are... they're quite close now. Might need you back here. "Evan looked around, balancing his racing mind with Mia's eager gaze on his face. No hesitation remained—just determination. "Okay, hang tight, we're running home!"

"Mia, my strong fairy," Evan addressed his daughter with urgency carefully cloaked in cheer, "we’ve got to get home. Mommy's got a surprise waiting!" Quickly, they pivoted back towards home, Evan carrying Mia who clung like a miniature butterfly wrapping wings about his neck. Her candy bucket swung like a loose pendulum as they briskly retraced their steps along the familiar neighborhood path.

As they neared their street, Evan’s plans for a swift return were interrupted. On Patterson's driveway, Alyssa was leaning against their neighbor's front steps, her face twisted in concentration. The Patterson kids stopped their trick-or-treating rounds to watch, wide-eyed, while Mr. Patterson sprinted outside with a call, "Do you need help, Evan?"

"Oh my God, she didn't Evan uttered as he knelt beside her. Her strained smile nevertheless wielded humor, though sweat beaded her brow. "I couldn’t wait," Alyssa chuckled, her breath heaving between each word. "Sorry... our girl decided she wants to see Halloween herself." Mr. Patterson had already dialed for emergency assistance, but it was clear the baby had her timetable. Gathering himself, Evan knelt in front of Alyssa, guiding her gently through the breathing exercises they both had memorized from parenting classes. His mind spun like leaves caught in the autumn wind—yet he had no room for panic.

"I’ve got you, love. We're going to do this,” he whispered to Alyssa, his voice unwavering, laced with a determination fueled by love and necessity. With Mia now securely in Mrs. Patterson's warm care, Evan focused entirely on Alyssa, both of them following the age-worn instincts shared by expectant parents. Despite his clumsy toga ghost-print shirt and the brightly-lit backdrop of frightful decorations, the scene wasn’t bizarre but surreal—he was ushering life into the world on the very doorstep that had witnessed countless Halloween pranks and treats.

Time slipped away as the universe narrowed to just the three of them—a small family bravely expanding in unexpected circumstances. Encouragement poured from Evan’s lips, interwoven with gentle reassurances, each word a lifeline of unity and coming success. And then, impossibly, joyously, the cries of their newborn pierced the night's stillness—a wail so powerful it obstructed any lingering fear, replacing it with emotional triumph. All at once, they were four.

Their baby girl was bundled quickly, protected against the cold night by Evan's toga-cum-sheet, secure and restful in Alyssa's embrace. The Pattersons and neighbors collected at a respectful distance, applauding softly, some wiping tears. Paramedics arrived soon after, hurriedly but with smiles recognizing the outcome. As Alyssa was carefully assisted into the waiting ambulance, Evan held Mia close to him—they temporarily gathered as father and first daughter in the sweet, quiet lull after. The silver light of the moon caressed them, echoing the illumination of an unforgettable night.

"It's our very own Halloween miracle, Mia," Evan whispered as they followed the ambulance home. Mia, oblivious to the urgency but sensing peace, nodded sagely. "I told you we’d have a great night, Daddy. Gonna share the candy with little sis after all!” she exclaimed with all the earnestness of childhood that anchored the surreal events they had lived through.

Evan laughed, closing his eyes momentarily in gratitude—his heart now full with the night's unique and unexpected memory etched within—a Halloween of the rarest treat, unplanned yet perfectly aligned with life's mysterious beauty.

[bitchlessdino]

Retraced Steps: Alt ending + bonus content (M)

Pairing: fem!reader X collegeboy!dino

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 1.5k

BEWARE OF: fluff turned to smut, heavy eye contact, cum consumption, soft!chan, dom!chan, unprotected sex, strangers to sex, strangers to lovers, glasses fetish, sex with hardly plot, and maybe just a lot chan being a cute shithead.

Summary: You would think you'd remember hooking up with someone you've been cumming into your pillow since like freshman year.

Author note: It's here!!!! you guys asked and you shall receive. There have been so many kind words and support from you guys, thank you again for reading I'm just stoked that you guys asked for more content. More work will come over time and I just hope you guys stay for the ride. Asks will always be open until they're not and just thank you guys again.

if you haven't read the previous part, what are you doing? it's right here: Retracing Steps

Chan was having a hard time holding himself back letting a load right there in you, but he made himself a small goal and he intended to make sure it’d come to fruition. It was something he thought of more than enough times in his head to know how badly wants to see it happen.

“C-Chan, I’m gonna, c-cum.” You murmured against his lips.

He nibbled your bottom lip, letting go with an evident lazy smile on his face. “I would love for you to cum on my cock, all you have to do is say when. I won’t be long after.”

His pace increases and his hands pressing deep against the sides of your neck. His kiss is hungry, loving the sensation of your tongue, moments before you say the word, “When!”

You released on him and Chan is moving at the fastest tempo yet. Your cum moves in and out from you, spilling on his sheets.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed, pulling your body away from him and landing it back down on the bed, “Open your mouth for me please.”

You obliged, anticipating the hot liquid to land on your tongue. What you didn’t expect, however, was the load to also land on your cheeks and for you to see it dripping from the clear lenses of your glasses, making the only visible thing was the milky white fluid. You swallowed the cum in your mouth and felt it slide down your throat. You removed your glasses from your face, seeing and feeling the stringy liquid stretch from your face to the piece of plastic. “Oh my gosh, Chan!”

“Oops,” despite hardly seeing anything, you could definitely hear the smile in voice.

“You really just did that. This is why I take my glasses off.”

“I’m sorry.” No, he wasn’t.

Seeing you drenched from head to toe in sweat, your juices, and his cum all over your face and lips was more glorious than any of his wildest dreams. You made him feel harder than a teenager on his first day of puberty. As if kissing you and fucking the living spirit out of you wasn’t enough, you made him feel like he was on top of the world. Your body laid there fatigued, feeling overwhelmed by your orgasm as you stared aimlessly at the ceiling, stunned that you ended up affected by the consequences of his actions. He could hear how breathless you were but smiling and laughing, and it was because of him and only him. He only realized now how he was already obsessed with you.

He took your glasses in one hand and one of your limp hands in the other, lightly nudging you. “Come with me, we’ll get you all cleaned up.”

“I’m so tired,” you softly whined.

“Then…” he scooped you up from bed and carried you in his arms, not forgetting the sticky glasses in his grasp.

You moved with a yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and seeing his face get close to yours as your body hit his flushed, sweaty skin. “I’ll just have to carry you then.”

You giggled in his arms on the way to the bathroom, bouncing you every few steps, and ultimately had you lean against the bathroom counter. He pulled out a clean facial towel and ran it under some lukewarm water from the sink. He turned off the faucet and brought the towel to your face, lightly putting pressure on your skin, ensuring he wasn’t being too harsh when removing the mess from your face.

Chan continues to prove himself to be more than what you expect of him. Not only did he know how to get creative in bed, but he insisted on helping you get cleaned up, and seeing doing the job himself was refreshing. His eyes just beamed at you, catching his cum in the towel as if it was the most normal thing on the planet. Once he finished, he threw the towel in the nearby hamper, and lovingly cupped your clean face in his equally clean hands. “All better.”

He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips and you could feel your heart swell. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get some breakfast delivered to us.”

A content grin broke out on your face. Could this guy be any more perfect? “Okay. Join me later, maybe.”

“I plan on it.”

He broke away from you, an equally goofy smile on his face until he’s out of your line of sight. You turned the shower faucet on and waited until it was your desired temperature. Stepping inside, you instantly sighed as the water hit your bare skin. You pumped a healthy amount of shampoo and you ran your fingers in your hair, scrubbing it thoroughly until you were satisfied. You were gonna think about how his shampoo smells for days, already feeling yourself forming a new unhealthy habit.

Before you started to wash your body as if on cue, hands were placed on your hips and a kiss to your neck. You felt shivers run down your spine despite the warm shower, and met with the beautiful eyes and once again naked body of Lee Chan. “I’m back, hope you like waffles.”

“Waffles over pancakes any day.”

He clicked his tongue, knowingly. “I knew there was something special about you.”

Your steamy shower continued with sweet kisses and mutually cleaned each other off. You and Chan proceeded the day with having breakfast in each other’s company, not wanting to be away from him for even a second, and both reminisced in memories of when you both realized how you felt about each other and giggled at each other like lovestruck kids. It felt like you were blushing about a new thing every two seconds as his beautiful laughter filled your mind.

“I just genuinely wanted to know more about you.” You admitted, playing with the scrambled eggs on your plate. “And anything I already knew was more than enough to know I wanted to get to know you.”

“Like what?” He asked, amused. “I’m curious.”

“Like how you’re such a good friend to people around you, or how passionate you are about the things you love like your dancing. It makes me happy seeing you get better and better every time you perform.”

His eyes grew wide. “You’ve seen me perform? What performances?”

“Only every one since our freshman year. You’re really talented. I’ve never seen you happier than when you’re on stage. It’s like it’s your world up there.”

Chan’s face was just warped in the mix of disbelief and pride. “I didn’t think you would see any of that. I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or proud.”

“How about you? It’s not like we really talk, so you can't really say I won you over with stimulating conversation.” You prodded.

He thought for a few seconds to himself and couldn’t help but smile looking back at you. He could name countless times he would drift with the thought with you, but that one memory would run endlessly in his head.

“For me, it was maybe our second year. We all had that trip to god knows who were and while everyone else was complaining about not having WiFi, you were like a kid in a candy store. You were just happy to be fed home-cooked meals there and I don’t think I could take my eyes off you since then. Probably the first time I saw you smile and you have such an amazing smile.”

That prompted a soft smile on your end, matching the recklessly beautiful one on his face.

“Ironic coming from you. I’m still not used to the way you look at me. I mean it when I said everything about you is incredibly sexy and that includes your smile.”

He chucked, softly biting the bottom lip. He patted his thigh, nonverbally urging you to sit on it and you find yourself submitting. You quietly proceeded to fall comfortably in his lap on the armchair he laid, your hands resting firmly on his shoulders and his hands landed lazily on your sides. “I wanna try on your glasses.”

You laughed. “Why?”

“Wondered how they’d look on me,” he shrugged.

Picking it up from the side, you placed your spectacles on the center of his face, the nose pads landing delicately on his cute nose. You watched as he tried adjusting his eyes. You would think his eyes would hide through the thick frames, but they didn’t. Those pretty brown eyes still showed through, looking at you like you’re the most special thing he’s ever seen. They suited him, like a sexy scholar.

“Wow, your vision is awful.”

“Shut up.” You pinched his cheek.

He takes them off and observes your face without them. He could really see all the details of your face, especially this up close. Your kind eyes really were a sight to behold, the beauty marks on your face and he could never forget that smile. That wonderful smile.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks.” You chucked.

“But…” he places them back on your face, sighing at the sight, a never-ending smile. “Ok, I’m ready for another round.”

“Chan!” You shook his shoulders playfully. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around your figure, pressing his face against your clothed chest possessively. “You’re just gonna have to get used to me not getting enough of you.”

[guzma-reader-hell]

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

...

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit thatbooty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gottathink a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”,which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over thedecrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom ofthe staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl gruntswith stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for histaste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him outtrying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreedwith her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messagesbegging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for anotherpiece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. Hewatched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly,talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in MalieCity. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they sawday in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon thatGuzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Saidone. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other.“The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass?I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she lookedat me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting hisfriend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘nI fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry assusing like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like tothink that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was justabout to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when anothergrunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with arather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon forya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy toswipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under thetable!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good,that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of ahearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a largehand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma lookedharshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a goodbeating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headedto last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if hehurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off intothe rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found youimmediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart wasabout to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console youby insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find yourcompanions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing yourback. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bagand everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen abag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula,Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyeswidening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. Hetried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but yourcaptivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and takingit gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyesas she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have noidea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumedwith the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around himand cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’thelp but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with asunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, stillholding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something?You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew wasthat he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you throughthe meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.