#and like i love all the boys so much i imprinted on a bunch of teenage boys when i was 14 and no matter what they do i will always

[deanisbisexual]

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#non spn #this might sound really stupid #or like a uwu aww this poor rich celebrity thing #but im like legitimately worried about liam #he's relapsed and he's obviously not okay and he doesn't seem to around people who care about him or have his best interests at heart #and to have logan paul of all fucking people actually be like uhhh you okay? bc of how much he's drinking is just idk #like he shouldn't have brought up zayn or his personal life and obv it was very wrong of him to do so #it's not his place and everyone should just leave zayn alone bc zayn went through something none of the other boys did #and i hope zayn is okay bc no one deserves to have their shit just aired out in a fucking podcast #but like fuck liam already wasn't doing okay and now im even more afraid of how he'll react given all the twitter hate he's getting #and like i love all the boys so much i imprinted on a bunch of teenage boys when i was 14 and no matter what they do i will always #have such a fondness for them and will always want them to be okay #and to see liam this way is so fucking sad and i truly want him to get the help he needs because he looks like he's spiraling #like idk why i just have such a bad feeling and im terrified im going to wake up one morning to a headline that he's in the hospital #or something #anyway parasocial relationships are bad and this is exhibit A as to why lol

[tonycries]

"Pull On It. Harder."

Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lil’ ponytail - all while he's tonguefúcking you to insanity.

Pairings. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, they’re just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.

He’s never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist. 

He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how he’d run his hands through your hair at night. Or how you’d intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.

And, of course, how you’d gather  his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity.  

“Fuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet f’me.”

Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway. 

He isn’t too worried, though, knowing you’ll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.

“Soon” happens to be when he’s pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue s’good.” Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.

Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. “Yeah, just like that.” you moan deliriously.

His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.

He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.

Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie. 

Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt. 

A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.

Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesn’t mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you. 

It’s messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-

At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show. 

His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.

“Fuck, baby- m’gonna- m’gonna hngh-”

And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk. 

That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.

He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.

But the games are over now.

“Spread them f’me, sweetheart.”

Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.

Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till he’s all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what he’s been teasing you with for so long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed. 

“Baby- Hngh-” you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?

Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him. 

Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming. 

Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didn’t care. Not when you’re snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.

“Yeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.

Now, he doesn’t want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - it’s just it hurts so good when it’s you.

Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, “Ah! Hngh- oh, baby jus’ like that. M’gonna cum.”

Ha, as if he’d be that nice. 

Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie. 

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. “Not yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then we’ll see about that orgasm, hm?”

Because you love to see his face.

And, of course, he loves to see yours.

- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean

A/N. I’m ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.

Plagiarism not authorized.

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #aot x reader #aot smut #aot x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you #geto x reader #choso x reader #gojo x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #sakusa x reader #eren x reader #jean kirsten x reader #tonywrites #gojo smut #jjk

[blackbirdie1234]

Paul's Imprint

What being Paul’s imprint would be like.

A/N: Not proofread. Hope you guys enjoy this and let me know if you would like me to do the other pack members or the Cullens(what being their mates/bloodsingers would be like). I really appreciate all of the likes and reposts! Thank you all so much and I am glad you like my fics :)

Being Paul’s imprint would require A LOT of patience.

He has a soft spot for you, so his anger wouldn’t be taken out on you or directed much toward you, but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t see his bad side. When someone in the pack pisses him off he usually gets upset and phases. They fight it out, and then he comes home. He is either still upset or wants serious attention. If it’s the former expect some attitude and him taking it out on basically everything else but you. He might be aggressive with things, slamming things down and being loud. You would probably need to give him some time to cool off some more before trying to comfort him. If it’s the latter then you will have to have a cuddle session, his favorite position is laying in the bed or couch with his head in your chest and you playing with his hair and talking about your day. Your voice soothes him and calms him down, so he likes it when you talk to him. He could care less what you talk about, you could tell him about your day, or how much you hate that one girl in your math class because she chews gum loudly, you could literally talk about anything and he would be content. 

Being Paul’s imprint means a lot of love and affection.

When he isn’t on patrol, he is with you. He will be on you and hugging you all of the time. Now if you have trauma with affection or just don't like to be touched he would 100% respect your boundaries, but he would try and find small ways to show and get affection. Like holding your hand or even just touching his pinky against yours when you are next to each other. He would find ways that wouldn’t make you uncomfortable and was still getting his needs met. He doesn’t mind showing his affection in front of others either, he could give less of a fuck if the pack teases him. He loves you and doesn’t care who knows it. At the beginning of your relationship, he was very careful, learning what you liked and what you disliked. He was also very subtle with his affection but he still craved it just as much as he does now. He would softly play with the hair on the back of your head while talking by the fire, small and soft touches here and there, he would DEFINITELY do that thing where guys softly touch your waist while moving behind you.

Being Paul's imprint means you would spend a lot of time with the other imprints.

You would probably be close with the other imprints. Having a werewolf boyfriend isn’t exactly normal. You might feel alone or lost a bit in the beginning. Paul was one of the first to phase, which means you most likely were also one of the first imprints. Especially if you knew Paul before the transition. Emily was one of the first imprints you met, she was so sweet and welcoming to you, and your bond turned into a sibling relationship. She treated you like family right away and made sure you knew that you were always welcome. You met the others as they became a part of the family and now you spend a lot of your time with them. You do a bunch of group things together, shopping, baking, cooking, movie nights, and of course bonfires. You all enjoy each other's company. The boys are on patrol a lot and it helps everyone get their minds off of missing them. 

Being Paul’s imprint means late-night texts and calls.

Again, the boys are on patrol any time of the day or night. When Paul takes the night shift he makes sure to update you and let you know that he is safe. He is also expecting the same from you. He misses your voice, especially when your schedule gets busy and you can’t see each other as much. Sometimes he’s able to slip away for a second to see you, give you a hug and a kiss and then he is back out patrolling. He does it more often if he is patrolling near your house, mainly so he can do it quickly before Sam notices that he is missing and makes him come back.

Being Paul’s imprint means he is VERY protective of you.

He is already a protective person, it doesn’t matter if it is his friend, family, or even a stranger. He will take a bullet for someone he doesn’t know, it’s just in his nature. For you on the other hand, he would take that bullet and then hunt the person who shot it down until they beg you for forgiveness for even daring to THINK about hurting you, all the while he is still bloody and hurt. His protectiveness also correlates with his jealousy. He is a very jealous person when he is in a relationship. Even though you are his imprint he still can’t help but let the green-eyed monster loose whenever another person hits on you or checks you out. He knew you were hot, but you were for his eyes only. Being a werewolf means having to control your anger, but Paul was never really good at that, so most of the time it was you who had to calm him down. You didn’t want your boyfriend to maul someone, especially not in public. You were the only person who could calm him down fully, you would reach for him with your soft touch and everything else would fade away. Sometimes all you had to do was give him a stern look and he would cool himself off not wanting to make you upset. It bothered you sometimes how angry he would get, you tell him all the time that he is the only one for you and he has nothing to worry about but he still lets his jealousy get in the way of reasoning. 

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight saga #new moon #the twilight saga #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote #paul lahote x you #paul lahote x reader #twilight wolves #twilight wolfpack #wolf pack #jacob black #embry call #embry call imagine #embry call x reader #sam uley #vampire

[deardoiloveyou]

When you don't say "i love you" back

Notes: angst, fluff, no violence/smut, you comforting, fem!reader

Characters: Harry Pottah, Ron weasley, Draco malfoy

Summary: just hp boys getting grumpy over you not saying i love you

₊˚⊹♡ Harry

"I love you, darling"

Harry always told you he loved you, as often as he could. He loved hearing your sweet voice say it back just as much, but when you just softly nodded your head and went back to your studies - Harry obviously got tense and sat up

"Darling, what's wrong?"

Harry tried wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he sat next to you, but you scooted over and continued to ignore him. Harry hated it when you ignored him, but he hated it even more when you teased and ignored him, so when he realized you were okay and just teasing him, he pouted like no other.

"y/n, c'mon, I love you"

Your eyes fluttered and you looked at him, just barely nodding your head and then paying all your attention back on the book you were reading. His eyebrows furrowed, he looked at you with frustration and like a sad puppy. As much as Harry hated to distract you from your studies, he slid the book, the book that entangled your attention, the book that apparently was so mesmerizing you ignored your own boyfriend, towards him. Then and only then did you start softly laughing, the same charming laugh that always drew Harry towards you. He couldn't help but forgive you almost instantly, he was much more submissive than you'd like to think.

You finally looked up at him with - no longer cold or harsh eyes, but warm and loving eyes. Harry's frustrated and pouty expression faltered, he loved your eyes, he loved the way you looked at him.

"I'm sorry, love...jus' wanted to take my revenge on you" you said in an almost mischevious voice

Harry looked at you with much more confusion than earlier, "What? Revenge for what?"

You rolled your eyes, "Y'know, when you completely forgot to give your girlfriend her morning hug yesterday?"

Harry looked at you apologetically, " 'm sorry, darling, I swear I didn't mean to forget I was jus' a bit busy with Ron..." Harry looked at you with a small pouty face, now he wanted you to forgive him

"It's okay, 'cause now I get to do this!"

You mischeviously started tickling him, you both ended the night in a laughing fit

As you both sighed and layed down on your bed, Harry said, "I love you, y/n"

You lightly scoffed and looked at him again, with those loving eyes that drove him mad, "I love you too, Harry"

*ੈ♡ Ron

"Hey, y/n"

You looked at Ron, but your eyes were cold and almost threatening

"I love you" ron said in an almost whisper (mostly because studying in the library meant you had to be quiet at all times, but you know personally that Ron rarely meets this rule)

Ron grinned at you as he said this, but as he awaited your sweet reply of "I love you too" and didn't get it back, he gently tapped your shoulder

"y/n, I love you"

This time you completely ignored him, engulfing yourself in a book that apparently became increasingly interesting every time Ron nudged your shoulder

Ron had enough of this, he deeply craved your attention, especially with you constantly being in the library recently. He stood up and grabbed a bunch of books, layed them down on the table across from you, each cover had a large letter imprinted on it. Each book was perfectly aligned, right in front of you, you read the books spell out:

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, Ron was delighted to see you smiling again. It worried him more than the shinanigans he got into when you looked sad, so seeing you actually look at him again (with your warm and welcoming smile) made his wide and cheeky grin sprout on his face.

"I love you too, Ron"

You stood and leaned over the desk, toward the opposing side, where Ron still stood, your lips gently met his and a warmth spread between you two

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Draco

"Hey, love"

"I love you"

Draco slightly nudged you, yet the book you were reading continued to encapsulate your attention. Draco gave you a soft and worried look, even though Draco is seen as ruthless and cold, he has the biggest soft spot for you.

Your eyes fluttered and you looked at him, Draco wasn't used to seeing you all that sad or tired looking, so when he saw your eyes darkening with coldness, as if you had put up a barrier, it almost sent shivers down his spine.

"y/n, are you okay?" Draco knew he wasn't good at comforting, but his girlfriend sought to help him in that department.

Draco realized you were teasing him, he shot you a cold look.

"Love, if you're not gonna respond, I can leave"

Draco started packing his stuff back up, your cold and hardened expression faltered

"Draco, wait-"

Draco looked at you with a devilish smile, he pushed you against the table and gently laid a soft kiss to your cheek, making you extremely flustered. Even though you two were dating, Draco never failed to turn you into a shy mess (whether it be in public or not).

"Dray, more" you said in a whisper

Draco gave you a loving look and picked you up bridal style, your entire face flushed with a red.

Draco peppered a few kisses on your face, continuing to make you turn red. He gently laid you down onto his all too familiar bed, he gave you tons of kisses, Draco loved you more than the entire universe. You knew this of course.

Draco abruptly stopped peppering kisses on you, you looked at him confused.

"So, love, what do you want more of?" Draco gave you his usual mischievous grin

You shot him a pouty - and almost angry looking face, "More..."

Draco gave you a slightly intruiged look, whenever you teased him, he teased you back

"...kisses"

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You both fell asleep next to eachother, as you were already fast asleep (or so he thought), Draco just looked at you lovingly. His eyes wandered your body, your face, even though he saw you every day he couldn't get enough of you. He gently stroked your hair with his cold hands,

"What did i ever do to deserve you, love"

Your eyes were still shut closed, but you responded in a whisper like tone, "You, being Draco Malfoy"

Draco grinned at your response. He tucked you in between his arms and cradled you until you fell back asleep, leaving one last kiss on your forehead

A/N: Sorry if it's a bit long, I absolutely enjoyed writing this and I hope you liked reading it!! If some characters do something out of character, I apologize (Draco's part was slightly rushed).

#harrypotter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter headcanons #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you #harry potter fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley

[misc-obeyme]

your post about the human au with beel as a farmer has me giggling and kicking my feet!! and now i can't stop imagining the brothers on their own little farm (writing this even though i know nothing about farming)

lucifer and satan mainly handle the finances, making sure they have the best equipment and techniques to produce good crops. the goats and sheep seem to take a liking to lucifer, especially the baby ones, who love chewing on his clothes. satan stays away from them bc they keep thinking his blond hair is food, choosing instead to coo over the farm cats

mammon and levi are the unofficial handlers and bully victims of the birds. mammon gets pecked by the chickens as he goes to collect their eggs, and he says one day, he'll cook them all up as revenge!! (everyone knows he's lying). levi spends more time with the ducks, where they quack at him on the farm and when he's fishing at the local ponds. (one time, a group of baby ducks imprinted on him and followed him home. it took forever for him to get them back to their mama)

asmo does a lot of advertising for the farm, with both his social media and charming personality at the farmers' market. he designs the cutest packaging and sews any holes that end up in his brothers' clothes with lovely little patches. his favorite animals on the farm (a couple piglets and bunnies) are marked with pink bows, but you could tell by how he squeals whenever he sees them

you already went over beel, but i imagine him still having his super strength and can easily carry adult sheep with ease. he also has gained a lot of (kissable) freckles from being in the sun all the time

belphie is a straight up cow whisperer, which may be caused by his habit of cuddling with the cows on their pasture to skip out on chores. but he's great at milking and can instantly tell if something's wrong with the cows, to the point that other farmers go to him in need of help. he's a lazybones hero!

aaaaaa the sillies - 🎠

Honestly, I'm surprised that little post of mine got so much attention lol! I was definitely thinking about it more in terms of what I think the boys would do if they were humans, rather than how it would be if they all worked on the same farm. But I saw a couple tags suggesting a Stardew Valley crossover, which could be all of them on the same farm or all of them with separate farms. I haven't played Stardew in a long time, but I am so obsessed with farming sims it's ridiculous. My favorite is Story of Seasons Trio of Towns, I've played it so many times and I still replay it from time to time because I loved it so much lol.

ANYWAY that's all to say that my farming experience comes almost entirely from video games. I took a class about plants and agriculture in high school, but otherwise it's all vibes and cozy gaming!

But I think you've nailed it with these. I keep seeing Satan falling asleep in a pile of hay, just completely covered in barn cats. Cute lil Asmo all decked out like a farmer but only for the aesthetic 'cause he's running that farmer's market booth like nobody's business. Cow whisperer Belphie, please I love it so much.

Also freckled, sun-kissed Beel... human!Beel would have so many freckles if he spent any time outside at all. I love this because I'm extremely freckled myself and it'd be really cute if MC had freckles to match his.

Though I actually hadn't even thought about MC's role in a human au. Since they're already human. Would it be reversed? MC is the demon in this scenario? Or just MC is their same human self but they meet the others in a different way? I think both options could be interesting. I was initially going with the idea of there being no magic and no realms though.

I was trying to think of what the characters would do with their lives based on their interests and Beel just screamed farmer to me. Like yeah he probably still works out a bunch, but he really loves food. So I thought it would be interesting to consider that as his primary motivation for wanting to become a farmer. He just wants to feed everybody.

Anyway, I love this, I'm thoroughly enjoying imagining the boys on their farm. Though Mammon threatening to cook the chickens is hilarious. Like I can just hear him saying that to a bunch of indifferent hens, too. It reminds me of a story my mom used to tell me about my great-grandmother getting so annoyed at my uncle's pet rooster for getting his beak tangled in her yarn that she straight up made soup out of him. I dunno how true that story is, but it's one my mom & her siblings have told me numerous times lol.

#has there been a farmer event? #if not there should be #give us farmer Beel card art please #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me brothers #🎠 anon #misc answers

[gabessquishytum]

Hi, I hope you're well. I'm coming in here with a new waterspecies hc, I hope that's okay 💚

Mer!Hob, who loves travelling and wants to visit every part of the ocean and see everything the world has to offer. He's already seen a lot, and he's on his way to a cave he's heard of just off the coast of a human settlement.

Hob is not shy about humans, he's seen some before, and most of them were nice, and even if they wouldn't have been, he's considerably stronger so it doesn't worry him too much.

Cue Hob meeting Art Professor Dream on vacation, painting the ocean on some pier. Dream is enraptured by Hob and gets him to agree to being painted.

It's no hardship for Hob, the concept of having deadlines and holidays and such unknown to mers, so Hob just sleeps in the shallow waters a little off the coast and eats his fill of the local fish. It's absolutely fine, he's having a good time, Dream is fascinating and gorgeous, and he's getting more sleep and food than he has been for months because he's not travelling.

Except. Mer-sexuality depends on the mer’s surroundings, their comfort level, the availability of potential mates. So a week in, Hob's body decides that it's in paradise, and high time he has a clutch of eggs.

Hob shows up to the pier absolutely trembling with need, demanding that Dream join him in the water and seed it for him. He dismisses all of Dream's concerns, biggest of all that Dream can't stay, can't live with Hob in the water.

Mer pregnancies only last three weeks, and the eggs are released into the nearest current to gestate a few years before the very independent baby-mers hatch and imprint on the nearest available adult. Hob has brought up four foundlings himself over the years. Now if Dream could PLEASE come down here? He's practically vibrating out of his skin.

So Dream strips and joins him. To Hob's astonishment he does not “seed the water” like another mer would, so Hob's body can attract the strongest, most viable little swimmers with his slick. No, he holds Hob by the hips and gently fucks his slit, rocks into him like ocean waves and Hob. Can only hold onto Dream and pull him closer, crying out at the foreign but delicious sensation of being penetrated.

He almost accidentally drowns Dream when he learns what an orgasm is. But only almost, which is very fortunate, so they can do it a bunch of times more.

By the time Dream leaves to teach at his university again (very reluctantly and with the promise to come back after the semester, Hob had to threaten to bite his leg off for him to go), Hob is very satisfied, and very much looking forward to doing this again after six months of exploring.

Imagine Dream's surprise when he returns and finds Hob heavily pregnant, and not with the tiny, soft swell of squishy eggs Hob had told him about, but with a very big belly, full with a firm, unmistakably partly human baby :)

🦒Anon

OH BOY I AM HORNY ABOUT THIS

Hob has a very interesting time in those 6 months. Almost immediately he can tell that this pregnancy really isn't going to be like anything he's been through before. He retreats beneath the pier to explore his own body very carefully, and he still isn't quite sure what's going on, but decides that he'd better stay put around this bit of coastline. He gets as much food and sleep as he can. He comes across another mer creature and gets some info on the topic of human pregnancies, so at least he knows that it's not totally weird that his belly is growing and moving around. By the time Dream comes back, Hob is a little grumpy but surprisingly well adjusted to this new way of carrying offspring.

But Dream? Oh, he's having a meltdown. He had resigned himself to leaving Hob for a bit, but never imagined that he'd be leaving him some kind of hybrid pregnancy! He practically dives off the dock with all his clothes on just so he can touch Hob all over and make sure that he's alright. Hob relaxes under Dream’s hands, and starts grinding his slit up against Dream’s thigh. There is one thing that he's REALLY needed for all these months, and hasn't been able to get...

Once again he almost drowns Dream mid-orgasm but hey. Pregnant people have needs. Who can blame him? Having Dream’s cock inside him is a blissful revelation, especially when Dream carefully holds his heavy belly, caressing the soft flesh.

Dream spends the next 3 months being a doting partner, learning to hold his breath under water, and drawing Hob’s wonderfully round and pregnant form as he bobs happily in the water. Hob also starts lactating, and Dream tells him all about what human babies need to survive. The baby does seem to be at least a bit human? Perhaps larger than the average baby. Seems like they won't know until their little one comes out to meet them!

One morning, Dream wakes up (on the dock, where he's slept for the last 2 weeks). He peers down at the water, and there's Hob... nursing a wiggling, wet, beautiful baby in his arms. A baby with a mop of black hair, and a full set of human limbs. Hob grins, and offers the baby up to Dream - so he can see the gills on the little one's neck, and his little webbed fingers and toes.

As Hob says, the baby is absolutely perfect. And he wants at least a dozen more. Dream will try his best to keep up!!! Maybe he'll get around to finally building a little hut on the dock, and he can fill a big bath of water and bring Hob inside. Maybe he'll get a boat, and they'll traverse the oceans together. Dream doesn't mind - as long as he gets to keep his Hob <3

#🦒 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw mpreg #cw genitalia #cw monsterfucking

[daintylovers]

Mike nonstop talking about Y/n at Hellfire and Eddie lets the reader sit in on one of the games on Mike's lap?

this may be your best idea yet…

- so like any love struck teen, mike is literally the worst. the only thing he talks about now is you. whether that’s what you were wearing or what you guys did last time you hung out, it didn’t matter.

- frankly, the boys were getting tired of it.

- also they didn’t really believe him about you, because they never really saw you guys interact

- so finally one day eddie got fed up with mike and told him that if you were so special, why doesn’t he just invite you to the next hellfire meeting

- and mike, not really getting that eddie was trying to make fun of him, thought that was the best idea he had ever heard

- it took some time to convince you. you were scared to official meet most of the members, plus what if they didn’t like you?? what if they hated you?? or made fun of you?? and you didn’t know anything about dnd so what exactly were you supposed to do?

- mike calmed you down while gently answering all your questions. they would like you just fine, no they could never hate you, why would they make fun of you?? don’t you remember who exactly is in hellfire?? a bunch of (for lack of better words) social rejects. you would be just fine.

- as for what you were meant to do, he wasn’t sure. so that night the two of you stayed up and he taught you some basics

- the next day you felt confident until the last period of the day. the meeting was directly after school and you began to get all panicky.

- once the bell signaled you rushed off into the bathroom, deciding to hide out. you couldn’t face them, it was all too nerve wracking

- about ten minutes after the final bell, mike was beginning to be worried for you. i mean where even were you?? he knew you had been at school, fuck he had literally walked you there. plus he saw you right before your final class.

- and eddie looked all too excited to learn that mike had been bluffing the whole time about actually have this great and perfect girlfriend

- so naturally, as any teenaged boy does, he started to lightly taunt mike. then the rest of the group joined in.

- right as eddie was calling mike out, you had made your grand appearance.

- in the flesh stood you, mikes great and perfect girlfriend, with apologies flying out so fast no one could really process your words

- once you realized that everyone had gone quite, your cheeks heated up

- gathering up all that anxiety and swallowing it like an advil, you waltzed over to eddie and stuck your hand out, offering an official introduction. you acted as if it was a business meeting, stating your name and relation. to which eddie stared up at you from his throne for a good thirty seconds before grasping your hand in his. the force of his handshake was enough to leave little imprints from his rings onto your fingers

- after that he apologized, due to lack of seating. he explained that he thought you were a figment of mikes over active imagination. to which you could hear mike in the background FUMING

- so without any other ideas, you went over to your angry boyfriend who was spewing insults at the older male and just took a seat in his lap.

- that shut him up nice and easy

- eddie liked that, shutting mike up had never been that easy

- and so with your grand introduction, they began the game

- about half way through you and mike became a team and ending up defeating eddie’s newest villain from the campaign

- after wards, at lunch the next day everyone was pestering mike on if you would join the club, and when you would be back

- and he had never seen you smile so wide when he told you just how much everyone liked you in the end

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

[brothebro]

Any dp/dc fic recs?

of course! Honestly, i love so many of them and I'll try to include as many as i can in my list here! The Undead Lockpicking series by Milaley: In which Danny has a lockpicking youtube channel and he lockpicks the Watchtower. Hilarious, excellent 10/10

The Bat Trap by Threee: Honestly a good ol twin switcheroo with many funny moments but also a lot of delicious angst! (a Damian & Danny twins au) Just, chef's kiss!

GLXY:PSSNGR by socraticat: Danny takes the place of his alternate universe self who lives with vlad in Gotham after vlad killed his parents. Muchas angst, lots of worldbuilding and fantastic action!

A second life by Die_Erlkonigin6083:Kid Danny who has memories from a past life and currently is Dick Grayson's clone baby (and a bunch of others but mostly Dick's) Adorable 100/10 recommend>

lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood by halfagone (milkywxy): Epic. Dad!Lex and and dimensional travel son!Danny. Sweet and super well-executed Cass/Danny. 10/10 i need to catch up with the latest chappies but it's so freaking good I am aaaaaa

Rooftop Express by EmeraldsAndAmethyst: Danny/Jason. Awesome af. Crime lord Jason ftw! Danny is a (supernatural)delivery boy and professional enigma in Gotham

Our Empty Graves by suomifae: Hazmat Suit, no one knows au! Danny/Jason in which Danny finds himself helping out in Jason's gang. Very cool story building, ideas and execution. Im literally screaming in every chapter. so so good!

bloodlines by halfagone (milkywxy): Danny is Diana's and Bruce's son. He of course doesn't know that. There's a prophesy involved that says Danny will end the world, Diana finds out accidentally about it and finds out she has a son (memory wipe shenanigans) and GOSH. There's so much awesome stuff happening and it's a pleasure to see them piece together the facts. 10/10 Diana rocks

Summons by DizzlyPuzzled: Ghost king Danny in which because he's underage his father gets summoned in his stead. Bruce would very much like to know why he keeps getting yote through summoning circles. Just the right amount of funny, family fluff and angst.

If You Give a Bat a Burger by Cielle_Noire: BOI I HAVE NO WORDS. the plot in this is thiccc and juicy and delicious and the mystery is the cherry on top! Danny lives in Gotham, does some ghostly sigil stuff around to protect Gothamites from bad ghosts, it backfires, we don't know why. Red duck candles are involved. The Batkids are chaos. and im here eating popcorn because it's all super entertaining to watch unfold. 100/10 jessica's duck candle

Friendly neighborhood vigilante by Elizabehta_Beilschmidt: Jazz/Jason THE FIC. honestly one of the best Anger Management fics i've ever read. Love the way Communication between partners is portrayed here and how they overcome the hurdles despite the shitshow that is both their lives (affectionate). 10/10 would read again

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It by HyperKid: You need an ao3 account for this one, go go go go make one because it's super worth it! Jason/Danny. They meet at the graveyard, your honour! They actively mess with Bruce and the rest of the Batkids! Gala Shenanigans! What else can i say? Go read!

Worm Off the String by TourettesDog: I am licherally dying of laughter. Peak comedy. Danny/Tim ft little baby man Danny who Tim thinks is Danny's weird af pet. Honestly, so GOOD. 100/10 comedy gold.

Press Heart to Subscribe by Die_Erlkonigin6083: A Danny/Damian fic in which Danny is a streamer and Damian watches his stream. Super cute, well executed, 100/10 sweetness scale

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy: Babes i dunno what to tell you. I've done fanart of this fic. De-aged baby Danny and DadHood. Human-ish Fright Knight and Excellent friend Roy. Guys seriously. SO SO SO SO GOOD. 100/10 I wanna see the kid reveal to the batfam and am vibrating out of existence imagining scenarios. - There are more but I can't possibly list them all in one go, I'll make another fic rec list later 💙

#dpxdc #dcxdp #fic recs #bro's asks

[windvexer]

spirit houses: a container spell for your spirit vessel needs

In honor of realizing how much easier spirit boxes have made my life, here's a full moon post about spirit boxes 101.

A spirit box (maybe it has a bunch of other names; I don't know of any others) is a box which functions as both a house and a vessel for a spirit.

Spirit houses in and of themselves have historical precedence.

Trial records con­tain references to demon familiars living in glass or leather bottles; crystals; baskets; boxes; earthenware pots lined with wool kept under the stairs or by the hearth; under borders of 'green herbs' in the garden and under the roots or in the hollows of trees. Wilby, Emma. Cunning Folk and Familiar Spirits (2005), 77

In the text above, many containers and locations are referenced. For simplicity's sake, I'm going to talk about boxes in this post. In this post, spirit box and spirit house are synonymous.

Why use a container-based spirit house?

I use 'em because I ran out of altar space. It's not even like my "inner keep" is chock full of spirits. It's just that sometimes, spirits don't like to have room mates and keeping everyone happy can require a lot of space.

For me, I have a lot of objects dedicated to my spirits. Using a non-container vessel (such as a quartz crystal) doesn't solve my space needs, because then I'd have a bunch of devoted objects and a vessel crystal to deal with.

It helps because the spaces devoted to each spirit are clearly delineated. This makes some stuff like psychic communication less confusing (more on this later).

I have a belief that spirits can literally enjoy objects placed within their home. Filling a spirit box with comfortable, lovely things actually allows the spirit to enter this space and enjoy their gifts.

Giving offerings and other interactions are simplified. No spoons for an offering ritual? Leave a gift on or in the container and it belongs to the spirit now (not in if the object will rot and need to be disposed of!!! we all know we'll forget about it). Did the spirit really piss you off? Put a black cloth (or t-shirt) over the container and move it to the back of your closet. No ritual or spell required.

(Also, re-arranging and moving them around is a heck of a lot easier than open altar spaces)

They also function as spirit vessels, btw

You want to meditate, commune, work with, or give instructions to the spirit? Easy peasy - the spirit house functions as a spirit vessel. Touch it or interact with it to also interact with the spirit.

Make them by 1) finding a container and 2) giving it to the spirit

Cleanse it if you want. Definitely try to make sure it's clean. Some beliefs might dictate that air gaps are required for the spirit to move in and out of the vessel (so, no sealed jars).

Then, give it to the spirit. A ritual or spell is fine if you want to do one. Otherwise, get into the zone where you feel close to the spirit (as close as reasonably possible in the moment; no need to feel like you're having a numinous experience just to get the job done).

When you're in you're zone (or like, just sitting in your room calling to the spirit a few times), announce (internally or externally) that you're giving the container to the spirit.

And yeah, how about that! That's all it takes.

Maybe frontload the process with a few gifts, though

An empty, plain balsa wood box isn't too impressive. I mean, an opportunity to imprint on a physical vessel and come ever-closer to our physical world is a gift in and of itself. But it's still an empty container.

Try popping some gifts in that bad boy at the same time as you dedicate it to the spirit.

Ideas for initial gifts:

Something soft and comfy for the spirit to sleep on (soft fabric pad will do; good chance to put your crochet skills to use!)

Something interesting or valuable (coins, miniature figurines, neat beads, etc)

An energy offering (candles; incense; food or beverages; your own energy; most disposable offerings should be left on or near the vessel, not inside of it)

Stuff they'd personally like

Things that are sentimental to you, which you gift to the spirit as a form of your personal reverence towards them

In the future, you can add and remove gifts. I'd definitely double-check with the spirit before removing anything at all, but you can.

You can also do magic with it

Ask the spirit to charge and enchant an object, and place the object in the spirit house for a full moon cycle (or longer, or less; the spirit should be able to tell you).

Include spirit petitions asking them to do tasks, or house rules to follow, etc.

The spirit houses make an ideal way to commune with spirits, especially as opposed to shared altar spaces.

You can literally pick up and move a spirit box into the area where you're doing divination. Or, touch it and use a pendulum or practice psychism (or hold it while you're meditating).

I personally just find this convenient.

Consider being open to developing them over time

You don't need to wait to devote a spirit box to a spirit until it's fully decorated, you have tons of objects to fill it up, etc.

The spirit box can grow and change to reflect your relationship with that spirit.

Spirits can and will ask for things, ask for the container to be modified in some way, and so on. Watching the collection of devotional items grow is a beautiful thing.

After all, it's not like spirits will like everything you want to give them. It might be a waste of time to agonize over collecting offerings before you've even gotten feedback on the initial spirit house itself!

Do your best to be open to input from the spirit about what kind of home it wants and what kind of things it wants.

A few more witchy notes:

If the spirit box is for a familiar, strive to include a portion of the physical species of the familiar (acorns for an Oak familiar; bobcat skull for a Bobcat familiar, etc).

Soil can make a very suitable "bed" for chthonic, dead, and certain earthen spirits - ask them about it, but it's definitely an option.

If your spirit has no original body on earth (e.g. it is a grandmother dollie and isn't associated with any living spirit), make a body for it (like, make a poppet) and keep the body in the house.

The spirit box, in and of itself, gives the spirit a greater foothold in this world. So don't take this step if you're not ready for it.

Feed your spirits often with earthly substances to give them power in this world

When you and the spirit have a falling out

If the relationship is done, try to act with honor if possible. Announce (as ritualistically as possible, is my recommendation) that the spirit is no longer welcome to use this container as a home, and that you will strike any spirit from using it.

Take the things out. Really wouldn't recommend taking back gifts, so only give gifts that you're happy with never having back. But dispose of them properly. E.g. if you've given a lot of coins as offerings, bury them so the spirit can still have them.

Nuke the container's energies, Announce that your permission for the container to be used as a Vessel are Revoked, and get rid of the container.

Yeah, it's UPG, but this is also my post, so -- cleansing and re-using some objects is fine for some magic. "This is a physical object that I gave to a spirit so it can have a foot-hold in this world and affect my physical reality, but now we're not friends any more and I want to use the jar for my prosperity spell" is not a great situation.

Strive to only use containers and gifts for spirits that you are willing to never, ever reclaim.

(Big asterisk on this for practitioners worth their salt; but for beginners, I don't recommend risking it)

(the "container spell" in the title is a bit tongue-in-cheek but I thought it was funny so I'm keeping it; I guess this all counts as a spell, sort of, so it's probably fine)

#spirits #spirit houses #spirit boxes

[sugawarassoulmate]

SAMU IN A MAID OUTFIT OFC‼️ that's what im asking 😁🤞🏽<333

ahhhhh let's fucking go lmaoo

okay so this is definitely a post-love confession situation bc i can't see bully!osamu doing this before getting serious with you lmaooo

you just rip the bandaid with him like "hey, so there's this thing that i'm kinda into..."

and my poor boy is like "i beg yer pardon??????"

and now you're thinking he'll revert back to his old ways and tease you for it 😭 so now you're like "nevermind, forget i said anything"

but now samu's thinking and fuck he really loves you and he noticed the way your eyes sparkled when you brought up the idea

god he loves you so much, why else would he be on amazon looking up maid outfits in his size 🥴

he hides it from you when it comes in the mail, waiting for you to head to work before trying it on.

it feels so fucking weird at first. his muscles bulging against the soft fabric and, while he's not as toned as he used to be since he doesn't play volleyball regularly anymore, he's still much too big for this tiny outfit

but it feels nice enough against his body and he thinks you'll get a kick out of it

he takes off the dress and shoves it under the bed and waits for the right time to bring it out

"why do ya fuckin' like this so much?" osamu groans, bunching up the skirt of his dress in his hands as you ride his cock. your own fingers tugging at his clothes to pull him closer to you.

he knew you'd like it but he didn't expect you to have this much of a reaction. you're wetter than you've ever been, his cock nearly slipping out of you multiple times. "can barely keep my cock in ya, so fuckin' wet, baby..."

you couldn't form a thought, only babbling "so pretty, samu..."

osamu's never seen you like this and he's so confused that something as dumb as a fucking maid outfit would have this effect on you. "maybe i should dress like this more, huh? if it gets ya cryin' on me like this."

finally, osamu pushes you to the mattress, snapping his hips into you. he's able to bury himself deeper than he's ever been, to the point where the imprint of his cock is bulging from your stomach. osamu grabs your hand and makes you feel how deep he is.

"look, baby, yer tummy can't even handle all of me,"

again, you twirl the pretty fabric between your fingers, mesmerized by how it makes your brute of a boyfriend look. "m'gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna—"

you bury your head in osamu's shoulder to muffle your screams and cream around his cock. the sensation of your walls clamping around him and the sight of your fucked out face is too much for osamu to keep going.

he growls, thick seed spilling deep inside of you. osamu's sure his vision started blurring when he came. when he pulls out, his cum runs out of you, making a sticky mess between your thighs.

he still thinks you're fucking weird, but he'd be an idiot not to do this again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #osamu #osamu x reader #osamu smut #miya osamu smut #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #bully!osamu #haikyuu x reader #🥀osamu #🥀

[msmargaretmurry]

9 books

i was tagged for this by the lovely @irrelevanttous and from what i can tell i'm just supposed to list nine books i love/would recommend? so i stared into the abyss of my bookshelf for a little while and tried to pick out a variety! i think that almost all of these would have content warnings, so if you need those and want to pick any of them up, please do a bit of research or feel free to ask. ❤

they can't kill us until they kill us by hanif abdurraqib i have mentioned On Here before that hanif is my favorite poet, but he is also my favorite music writer and one of my favorite nonfiction writers in general. this collection of essays about music and culture is intimate, devastating, hopeful, gorgeous; i return to it often.

the book thief by marcus zusak speaking of books that are devastating and gorgeous! this novel is also a masterclass in point of view.

beartown by fredrik backman i AM a backman fan in general but beartown's my favorite for obvious reasons (it's a hockey book, lmao). i have NOT read the two sequels yet because i'm afraid of how much they're going to hurt my feelings but one of my goals for this winter is to finally do that.

evvie drake starts over by linda holmes a thing about me is that i mostly do not like contemporary romance novels. HOWEVER, i love this book. the characters are richly drawn, the setting does the whole small town thing without feeling like a cliche, the emotional arcs are cathartic.

the farseer trilogy by robin hobb teen becky was obsessed with these books and adult becky has been saying for years she's gonna reread them for the purposes of finally reading the last trilogy in this fantasy universe, but being a little nervous about it because what if they don't hold up? but multiple people with trusted taste have picked them up recently and enjoyed them so i finally did start that reread and i'm having a GREAT time.

the last best league by jim collins i told myself i was only allowed to pick one nonfiction sports book for this list, lol, so this is the one. breezy summer baseball read! i literally read it on a beach the first time i read it, and that was perfect.

she who became the sun/he who drowned the world by shelley parker-chan drags hands down face the GENDER of it all!!!!!!!!! i read the first one early this year and the second one the moment i could get me hands on it and am 99% sure this duology will be my favorite thing i read this year.

michigan vs. the boys by carrie s. allen i did not expect to like this book as much as i did, because i have mostly outgrown YA (with exceptions!) and because i usually find first-person present tense really grating. but i fell in love with this little story about a girl determined to play on the boys' team. it helped a lot that the author REALLY knows her hockey stuff, and clearly loves the game.

reading like a writer by francine prose as a habitual devourer of anything about ~writing craft~ this was one of the first craft books young becky ever read, and i still think it's one of the best. maybe that's because i imprinted on it, but flipping through it just now when i pulled it off the shelf for this list made me want to reread it, so maybe it will do that soon.

i feel like a bunch of my mutuals have already been tagged in this so sorry if i'm double-tagging you, but!! @moregraceful @postoperation @plaintoast @vivathewilddog @warmupbrawl @devantesmithpelly @loveisworry @slightly @thecroissantgirl no pressure only if u want to! 💞

#BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS

[lovetransaction]

happy dadfucker friday maggie!! i wanna know, what "special events" (holidays, birthdays, death dates, anniversaries, etc) do you think john and dean bother to celebrate, and how?

HAPPY DFF RAE!!

John was pretty militant (deliberate word choice there lol) about the boys' birthdays because that was something he got obsessed with acknowledging, like the four things that he marked off every year with: two birthdays, Mary's death, his wedding anniversary. He seemed fairly unanchored about everything else (he never mentions his own birthday unless it's about the boys) and it's not like he could properly even do anything to celebrate the boys' birthdays every year, but if he wrote it down in his journal that counted as something.

I don't think John was very good at offering praise (I don't think it was a big part of his own growing up so it never occurred to him that he should maybe ... do that) and he was under the misconception that since his boys were force-grown, they'd interpret his behaviour however he needed them to. As implied love and praise and support and attention. Which they could not, because they were children! Now and again when he had the energy/time/opportunity to make a fuss over Dean for his birthdays he'd do it (there was mention of a fairly normal Chuck E. Cheese party for Dean once), and he'd put his whole pussy into it, but I think John lost his capacity to hold onto or want to make happy memories, so it wouldn't mean much to him.

It would mean a lot to Dean, though, of course, because everything means a lot to Dean. Once again he served as the repository of Winchester Family Happiness, both as archivist and maker, so he'd do things like annual holidays. Birthdays and death dates and anniversaries, Dad had covered, so Dean's responsibility was doing Easter and Thanksgiving and Christmas (and probably once they started fucking, a tentative Valentines' Day that John was surprisingly receptive towards because Mary thought VDay was stupid and cheesy unless it came in horror movie form, but John always secretly thought it was nice).

BUT YEAH John wouldn't stop Dean from finding ways to do holiday celebrations, and if there was nothing immediately preoccupying him then he'd enjoy them too and Dean would be brimming with pleasure at having given them something they could revisit and feel good about. They don't have photo albums or family & friends to carry these memories, so it's all imprinted in Dean's mind to be hauled out later, whenever needed.

I think that kind of mentality also made celebrating stuff for Dean harder as Dean got older, because what he'd been desperate for as a child got more complicated. He wanted the love and attention, naturally, but attention that involved anybody other than Dad and Sammy started to become excruciating and borderline angering. Who are all these dopes telling him happy birthday? What the fuck do they know about him, or what makes him happy, or anything? Some people when they set themselves up as arbiter of making other people happy, and it becomes part of how they identify, start to get dissatisfied and resentful of other happy-makers and I feel that would be Dean with anyone who's not a Winchester. Mostly because Sam and John don't try to make him happy using the same tactics that Dean uses, so his role in the family is firmly cemented and singular. It all gets more haphazard and fraught as Sam and Dean get older.

The Valentine's Day stuff sticks, though. John gets Dean whatever candy he can find that's shaped like hearts, and Dean fluffs pillows and does over-the-top silly shit that's not too girly and toes the line of ridiculous, so neither of them feels too weird about it, like one time he puts red food colouring in their beer, and another time when he eats all the chocolate hearts he saves the pink-and-red foil and wraps up a bunch of bullets in it to give back to John, dumb things like that to get a chuckle and some smiley kisses out've the old man.

#dadfucker friday #asktransaction #johndean #wincest #john winchester #dean winchester

[anxiety-banana]

have you ever gone through your drafts and found something that made you cry, not because it was good or well written or any of that but because you remember. you remember what life was like. you remember how the comments your friends left you made you feel, and you just want to hug that little girl who wrote that fic and tell her things will get better.

yeah so this is that fic @ljbrary and @ashgryff left a bunch of comments on it even though it was probably kinda terrible fic but i love them so much and i want to hug them. so to ash and lily, ily, i found this and cried a little and want you to know that you are loved and even if we aren't the same teenagers who wrote bad fic and shared it with each other because we were too afraid to share it to the world, we can still appreciate those kids who loved each other and didn't quite know how to live.

that was all very deep for a fic about pizza, but here's some emotional whiplash for you <3

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”

Obi-Wan had made the comment casually, in passing as he guided his new Padawan down the temple hallways.

Little did he know what he was in for.

“What’s pizza?”

It occurred to him suddenly, that Anakin had come from a planet where good food included gamey meat and dry rations. And that this child had never experienced what must be the staple in anyone’s childhood: a trip to a pizza place.

“I guess I know where we’re going for dinner.”

With a smile he hadn’t really seen on himself in a while, Obi-Wan led Anakin down the temple steps and to the nearest diner that might sell pizza. 

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“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”

If he thought Anakin was a handful before, he was certain of the fact now.

“Now isn’t really the time,” Obi-Wan responded, walking the hallways as they came back late from a mission. Frankly, he just wanted to sleep, even though he was already certain he wouldn’t get any. Watching his former apprentice almost lose his life half a dozen times in as many days was enough to make a man stay awake.

But that was the key, wasn’t it? He was awake either way. And Anakin knew it.

Obi-Wan eyed the now-knight who was asking his former master for pizza, of all things. It was one of his fondest memories, though, watching the look on the boy’s face when he took a bite of the ‘delicacy’ for the first time.

“You know you want to,” Anakin said with the look that reminded him so perfectly of the teenager he had become accustomed to before the war.

“I’m going to regret this.”

And they walked out the temple doors, to where a greasy diner was waiting.

(It was worth it. He didn’t regret it.

Because time spent at a pizza parlor with Anakin was still time spent with Anakin. And he didn’t know how much more of that he’d get.)

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“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”

Sometimes he wondered how he ever survived raising Anakin and lived to do it again. Because Ahsoka seemed to test him. Not always in temper; in fact, not often in temper. She had one, but unlike Anakin she knew how to control it. No, it was the ideas that made him sigh, like getting pizza at what was much later than either of them should even be awake.

Remind me again why we gave Anakin a Padawan?

An imprintable, immature child who learned everything she saw. But apparently not poetry. He’d tried. “Padawan, it’s two in the morning.”

“So?”

Yes, those were the kinds of comments that tested him.

“I have many things I could say right now,” Obi-Wan responded with a grunt as he stood, abandoning the reports they had both agreed to finish that night before they realized they had an entire extra stack of them from their most recent campaigns.

“If ‘let’s go get pizza’ isn’t one of them then I’ve probably stopped listening.” Ahsoka leaned back in her chair. “No offense, obviously.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Although, he couldn’t deny the fact that he would do just about anything to stay awake right then. And pizza didn’t sound awful.

So with a sigh, he grabbed his robe.

“Don’t tell Anakin.”

Her smile lit up as she crossed the room, silently thanking him in the only way she knew how; with a hug that couldn’t reach above his shoulders. It made him laugh and reminded him it was all worth it.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi was alone.

He had little Luke, a presence so bright in the force it was a wonder Obi-Wan had held himself together, and the bartender in Mos Eisley had gotten pretty familiar with him, but they didn’t make the loneliness go away. It wasn’t a matter of people, it was a matter of presence.

Loneliness was not healed by being around anyone and everyone. It was healed by gentle hands and whispered words. It could not be healed by a little boy he rarely saw or a bartender that he saw too much of.

And maybe she didn’t heal it. But when Ahsoka came knocking on his door at such a late hour, he sure felt better than he had in a… long time.

“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”

The words tore a watery laugh from his throat as he flung his arms around the girl- woman. The woman. It had been too many years for her to be considered the girl he had become accustomed to. The girl who loved pizza (and still did). The girl apprenticed to Anakin, but the lines had become so blurred it hardly mattered anymore. Some said she had two masters and she never argued.

Now she had none. But she still had Obi-Wan. And he wouldn’t leave her.

“I have never seen anywhere that sells pizza on Tatooine,” He answered as they hugged. “But I’m willing to look.”

For you. Anything for you.

#deep thoughts with ab #ab rants #star wars fic

[crossover-enthusiast]

WEREWOLF JAUNE AND FAT THEIF????????

Spill 👀

Spilling the 🍵

Gonna do Jaune first and then FT since they don't have a bunch of overlapping stuff, unlike Kevin and Rick

Jaune

Jaune is SO ENERGETIC PLS. On the full moon her and her husband go out into the woods so she can run around without being constrained. It's a nice exercise for both of them!

Was bit when she was in her mid to late teens, doing dumb teen stuff with her friends. Dunno how much of that group knows but at least Lila and Frank figured it out later

Werejaune is the only supernatural creature Lila likes. She was understandably a bit concerned but Jaune quickly showed she meant no harm so now they just vibe :>

It is still so weird for her tho

Meanwhile Jaune's husband is like "yeah this happened" - he doesn't really care all that much, Jaune is still Jaune and he loves her all the same!

In an inversion of the usual werewolf appearance tropes, her shirt stays completely intact because of how baggy it is, meanwhile her leggings are torn to shreds

Bc Jaune was bit Ross dodged the wolfy gene, though he still has slightly sharper canines than usual

Ross is completely aware his mom is a werewolf, by the way. On full moons he avoids the house and the woods

In addition to being energetic Jaune is also just really affectionate, always snuggling up on the people she likes. She has absolutely just picked up Ross and carried him around before and it is so embarrassing for him

I just think it's funny bc if you heard Ross say "one of my parents is a werewolf" you'd assume it was his dad bc he's bulky and covered in body hair, but nah it's his smol momther

Sometimes Frank will come across Werejaune wandering around town and, if he isn't doing anything important, will lure her into the van and take her back to her house. Takes her a minute but she recognizes him and is happy to see him again :>

Jaune is also v protective. If she catches you hurting her pack in any way you are a dead man

Her fur feels kinda scratchy, like feet on carpet

While wolfed out her tail becomes another thing for her to stim with! Thumping it against the ground gives her a nice feeling and sound

Compared to the others it actually takes a bit for her to get overstimulated when her Werewolf Senses kick in, though when it does happen she tends to power through it, then crash until she transforms

Fat Thief

Just a big, dopey buppy

Constantly the :3 emoticon

Also incredibly affectionate, basically just a big lap dog

Speaking of, he can and will lay in TT's lap if he catches him sitting down. Thin Thief acts like he hates it but he does find it kind of cute. Also FT's so warm and soft in winter and the house they're squatting in has shit heating so he takes it

Was probably born with it

Thin Thief did not know about it when they first became a team but boy was he made aware of it

Thin Thief did not sign up for this. Werethief has basically imprinted on him. Save him

On the brightside though the wolf stuff means FT is basically a dog charmer! This has gotten the thieves out of many situations with guard dogs and family pets that would have otherwise ended badly

He gets to keep his sweater when wolfed out bc it's really stretchy :>

The prison uniform, though... not so much. He went through a few of them before they got busted out. Thankfully it was not questioned

Speaking of them in jail, John and Jack coincidentally always had something going on during the full moon - and this was even before John got bit - so they never found out

Being in jail during the full moon was actually pretty rough for FT. He's used to having big open spaces to roam about, so suddenly being confined in a small box was not fun. TT had to keep him from running out of the house the first full moon they were free because he was just so excited

Out of all the werewolves he's the least dangerous, it takes a lot to provoke him and he'll only attack if you try to harm him or Thin Thief

Harm Thin Thief however and You Have Chosen Death

Sound gets to FT the most when the Werewolf Senses kick in, it is torture for him. TT steals a pair of headphones for him one time and tries to brush it off as FT hugs him because that is just so sweet and considerate and he loves the headphones (looks goofy as hell on top of the mask tho)

I never talk about them but I have SO MANY thoughts thanks again

#Spooky Month #Jaune #Aaron #Fat Thief #Thin Thief #Headcanon #AU #I guess

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Could you write a story where Pure! f! Sydney gets hiccups so m! PC just starts saying a bunch of extreme and hardcore lewd things they could do to scare her hiccups out of her

Brief necro mention below

Hic…hic…hic…

Sydney held a hand in front of her mouth, muffling another onslaught of hiccups. She’d been struggling to break the annoying hiccupping spell since it appeared after lunch, but it was to no avail. Every few seconds, the blonde’s chest would nearly cave in on itself as a fleet of high pitched squeaks echoed through the library. She did her best to keep them quiet, holding her breath or covering her mouth when they came up, but it wasn’t enough. Anyone who tried to speak with Sydney was greeted by her piercing hiccups, followed by a stream of breathless apologies. It made her job in the library more difficult than it needed to be and got her a few odd glances.

“Drank too much water?”

Placing a math textbook down on the counter, a kind boy gave her a smile. Sydney recognized him as Adam, someone who she had come to admire in a way. Not only was he an initiate at the temple, but he was also the most punctual when it came to returning books. If they weren’t turned in on the due date, it was a day or two beforehand. It was nice to see his face around the library, as it was one that always made Sydney smile.

“I think I swallowed some air.” Blocking her mouth, Sydney hiccuped into her fist a few times. “They won’t go away.”

Adam gave a sly grin and made his way behind the return counter. He rested his hands on Sydney’s timid shoulders, massaging them gently.

“I could scare them away,” Adam said, pressing his thumbs between her shoulder blades. “If you want, of course.”

Sydney couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into the massage. It was nearly impossible to scare her, let alone make her feel unnerved or uneasy. Though, she figured there was nothing to lose by playing Adam’s game. He was probably just going to jump at her, maybe drop something cold down her shirt. If the massage was anything to go off of, it was possibly the latter of the two. Hiccuping softly, Sydney leaned her head back and smiled.

“I’d love to see you try.” 

Adam’s demeanor dropped and he stepped away from Sydney, crawling beneath her desk. He placed her chin on her knees, staring into Sydney’s amber eyes with his own, cold gray ones. They both sat like that for a moment, an awkward silence between them. Before she had the opportunity to say something, Sydney’s skirt was flipped upwards and Adam had worked his face between her legs. She squealed in surprise, hiccuping loudly as she tried to force her legs shut. A few students sitting at a nearby table gave her a few odd glances and her face went red.

“You smell so good.” Adam rubbed his face between Sydney’s thighs, trying to work his way between them. “Like a fresh virgin.”

Heat washed over Sydney’s face. Was this supposed to scare her? It wouldn’t be a lie to say that she was uncomfortable, but she wasn’t scared. Or was she?

“Virgin girls are always the best.” Running his tongue along Sydney’s inner thigh, Adam pressed his teeth against her skin. “They scream the loudest.”

“Stop it,” Sydney spat, trying to push his face away. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

Sydney flinched as her hand was roughly shoved off to the side. Adam’s teeth were now biting away at her, leaving gentle imprints on her skin. Red marks coated with saliva dotted her lower half. She hiccuped into her fist, trying her best to stay focused on the library. Something in Sydney’s chest was beginning to tighten and her breathing had become panicked and uneven.

“I want you all to myself,” Adam muttered, now forcing the pure girl’s legs open. He eyed her trembling mound, blowing hot breath against her satin panties. “I could make you my own little sex doll. Locking you away in my closet until I need you again.”

Attempting to close her legs would only result in a swift smack against Sydney’s ever reddening legs. Each time it happened, a few students would turn their heads towards the source of the sound. They would whisper amongst themselves, muttering something that Sydney couldn’t quite hear. If only they knew what was happening.

“I’m not sure how long you could survive on a diet of my cum,” Adam slid his hand beneath Sydney’s panties and pressed his thumb against her entrance. “But, that won’t be much of an issue for me. I’m sure you’d keep warm for a while.”

Dropping the “OVERDUE” stamp in her hand, Sydney sat there motionless. Her brain couldn’t even begin to process what had just been said to her anymore, and perhaps that was for the best. Every word of it, every disgustingly lewd syllable, made her stomach feel uneasy. The bottom of her stomach twitched and lurched. Bile stung the back of her throat and, for a moment, she felt like vomiting on her lap. 

“Oh look.” Adam scrambled out from under the desk, running a hand through his hair. “They’re finally gone.”

He gave Sydney a slight kiss on the cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a smile. The girl still didn’t move, sitting painfully motionless in her seat. Sydney’s brain had practically fried itself, leaving her a barely functioning mess. Her eyes stayed fixed on her legs, scanning over the bites and marks and saliva. She felt dirty. Dirty and used and sinful. Her ears burned like hellfire. Each mark on her body seemed like a kiss from the devil himself. 

“You can thank me later” With a swift turn, Adam turned away from Sydney and made his way out of the library.

#tw necrophillia #degrees of lewdity #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #dol pc #anon ask #anon request

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hello i'm back!! sorry i don't know how long i was gone :( will ask a bunch of questions in penance. i'll go ahead and risk exposing myself and list some fave episodes lol: idk specific episode numbers lol but i love the episode of swac where sonny and chad go on a fake date (always a winner) and as a kid i was always really fascinated by that episode of hannah montana where miley is in the hospital and watches people while she's sleeping.

also i remember watching zeke and luther a bit on tv but don't actually remember a lot about it, what do you like about it?

i also have fond memories of the polar express, unsettling animation and all.

unrelated question: but do you have any particular favorite tv show or movie to edit/gif?

hey!! dw i think it was just one day!

yes that's 1x09 sonny with a chance of dating!!! that one tends to be a crowd favorite lol that hannah montana episode is season 3, right? the one where lilly sings a parody of nobody's perfect to an unconscious miley? i haven't seen it in a long time i was rewatching the show but got distracted by other shows hehe and i don't remember much but anything hm is always a great choice

zeke and luther is one of those shows i know is stupid and clearly aimed at boys but it's just so fun lmao i finished my rewatch a few months ago and i think it still holds up as something to watch when you just wanna shut down your brain and have a good laugh. there's some episodes like the ones i mentioned that really stand out either for being funny or having creative plots/formats, like one strange night in s2 is basically a disney take on the hangover fun fact: disney almost shut down production for it shjdhs and not only is it hilarious but they managed to involve so many well-liked recurring characters in a way that had them all contribute to the plot in some way. the show is mostly dumb boy fun and ofc the ever-present "follow your dreams" message disney imprints on every project, but the few times they get serious about zeke and luther's friendship (which is the heart and soul of the show) i think the writers had a good balance between "haha boys talking about their feelings" and "these two are childhood best friends and would do anything for each other", plus hutch dano and adam hicks really delivered on their performances. i think a great example of that is the bro list in s2, but they also have a serious talk in 3x03 that i really like. i'll say season 3 is a bit of a downgrade for me but only because i feel like they dumbed luther down too much in that he was less funny and more annoying in quite a lot of episodes

on the topic of gifmaking, my favorite thing to gif is definitely descendants because there's so many colors to play with lol gotta love the selective color adjustment layer

#ask #gcwca secret santa #long post #sorry to my followers i'm taking this opportunity to be annoying about disney channel