#dirty candy gift exchange

[okwonyo]

i want it all.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 [ 형선 ] ♡ femreader & inspo! fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread skinship kissing 0.9k | ( bookshelf )

heeseung

a joint grocery list: on saturday, which is grocery day, on the dinner table as breakfast lays on it— you would both spend the morning making the list of the things that that you need to buy. it would be a very organized list; your stuffs, his stuffs and the stuffs for the both of you. would often catch your wrist whereupon you get up to look if there is some shampoo in the bathroom, pulling you on his laps and embracing your waist with a single arm. smiling at you, he would ask you if his grocery list is okay, if there is anything else he needs; because, you know him better than he does.

a bed that’s ours: after you moved in your first apartment together, he would have insisted on a bed being the first fourniture in your home— claiming that there would be no way he would sleep on a couch until the rest of the things comes. but, really; he would see a sort of comfort in a bed, the place where every individual lets themselves be and pushed softly into the depth of sleep, where dreams are created and cuddles initiated.. comfort, the first thing that you owned together, only comfort.

jongseong

toothpaste kisses: in the very beginning of the morning, where the sun ust opened it’s eyes, sending rays of sunshine peeking through the curtains he would have opened to wake you up in tenderness. you’d wake up with a groan, seeing your boyfriend’s back as he walks to the bathroom— your half asleep self would pick up your toothbrush and apply the substance that goes with it, already starting to brush your teeth. you’d feel an hand on your hips, pulling you closer to jay’s circle of warm; his lips would already be puckering when you look at him, you’d give him a morning kiss.

sleepy exchanges: after a long week, on friday night, he’d insist on watching one of your favorite movie (which he swears also became his), with chinese food he ordered and a bunch of candies. the movie night wouldn’t last very long, ending up with you sitting on his laps in a way that makes you face him, he would have his head leaned back and his eyes getting a tad heavy while talking about the beautiful day he planned for tomorrow. you’d long enough, at the same sleepy level as he is, laughters echoing in the quiet living room, fighting back the sleep just so you can talk to each other a bit more.

jaeyun

your thoughts on the margins of my books: library dates and book as a gift, your love for reading would imbue on your boyfriend. would buy you books for your birthday, but would read them before just so he can share his thoughts about theme (thoughts like: ‘you are not ready for what comes next!’ and when you turn the page, mouth falling agape at the words you just read there would be a ‘i know right!’). would love the wednesday afternoons, both of you laying on the living room’s floor, you using his shoulder to rest the book you a reading on and giggling at the little note he left about a character he knew you’d like.

the dirty mugs from your coffee: would own personalized coffee cup, for the both of you; the one for him would picture that shows him kissing—well, more biting— your cheek as you roll your eyes fondly that shows him a bit blurry becoming of the sudden move he made. the one for you would be picture of him from above, taken in zero point five on your phone: he makes thumbs up and wears a stupid smile that goes well with his nerdy glasses. would always laugh when you finish to eat breakfast together and he sees the dirty mugs in the sink, posed next to one another.

sunghoon

gushy moods: there is just mornings when you wake up, already groaning and irritable because of the tiring day that is coming ahead. sighing at everything and barely even smiling when he talks to you, he would just know when one of these days arrives. would not really know how to deal with it at the start of your relationship; stumbling over his words and seeing that everything he does to make you feel better fails miserably and irritates you even more. but, now, after long months of studying who you really are; outside of you dates and phone calls, he would know how to make you feel better. giving you a sweet forehead kiss, he’s mutter; “let’s take breakfast and get ready.. i’ll order pastries from that cafe you like on my way home and cook as you take a bath, okay, baby?”

busy afternoons: one can find days where you don’t have many time with one another. days where sunghoon’s work start in at dawn and where yours start a little after midday, which is the hour where he comes back home. having both busy schedules is something that would be really a issue in the few first months of being together. would leave cute notes on your night table, so you can read it, organize five minutes phone calls during his launch break just to hear your voice for a few and would drop by your workplace to give you a little kiss before leaving.. when you would come back home, he would be already asleep; would welcome you in his arms tenderly when you join him in bed.

taglist reblogged!— honestly, i’m surprised on how fast i can write that much.. i thought i would take more time ㅠㅠ

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[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 11th. Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. "Candied Glass."

Hello, hello, hello! We are back on track and tryna stick to it! Poly!Ghostface Christmas fuckery! I hope you all enjoy this and missed this as much as I have! Onwards with re-doing Kinky December! Not much else to say but let's goooo-

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Rating. Explict. Length. 2.7K (Old Length. 2.4K.) Warnings. Light Holiday Fluff. Masturbation. Sex Toys. Dirty Talk. Exhibitionism. Light Tempature Play. Impatiant Boys. Cunnilingus. Dirty Pictures.

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It’s mid-December and the holiday break is about to be upon the college campus you attended. It was your first winter break with your boyfriends Billy and Stu, you had gotten together with them last spring and things had honestly been going pretty good.

Okay, okay, better than pretty good, it’s been amazing. Billy and Stu had already been together prior to you coming into the picture. You all started off as friends, and you’d developed a serious crush on them, but you didn’t do anything about it, scared to make any kind of move because they were already with each other.

It had all the hallmarks of an all consuming crush, musing and daydreaming about what could be, desperate to spend any time you could with them. Said extreme longing was not helped by the fact that they returned those lingering looks and fleeting touches that had you questioning if they were into you too, but you pushed those feelings down. 

You seriously tried not to look too deeply into it when they were nice, like when Stu offered to buy your textbook for a class you needed. You had protested, but Stu gave you a shrug and a wink as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, saying, “Don’t worry about it.”

Or when Billy remembered your coffee order and brought you one to your shared class one morning when he knew you had a rough late night the day before trying to finish an essay. It went on like that for a couple of months but one night after a party, the three of you were hanging out in their apartment, all still kinda drunk and sitting around, a quiet moment broken when Stu spoke up, “You know we are into polyamory right?”

And just like that, the rest was history. You started dating them, and it had been pretty fucking great thus far. With the break about to kick off it meant some time apart, you’d met them at school and were from a different town than them, you all have plans to return to your respective families for the holidays. 

You wished you three could have spent it together, but it wasn’t possible with how far away your hometown was away from theirs. So instead, the three of you were having a small celebration, to do your gift exchange before the real holidays hit.

You three had all night to spend together, and so far you had watched a couple of movies, had some dinner and were currently deep in opening gifts. You were college students and set a budget but Stu, with all of his parent's money at his disposal, he totally went over the limit to spoil Billy and you. Mostly you because Billy had already had the talk numerous times throughout their friendship/relationship to quote- “Fucking knock it off, man.”

So Stu still did spoil him, but not as much as he used to. 

Spoiling you was new and exciting and fun. He loved how flustered you got, unused to such attention. He had gotten you a new coat you had been looking at but deemed too expensive previously you were going to stick it out, but Stu said fuck that, it’s winter, you deserve a good coat. Stu also got you the newest book in a series you enjoyed, and some new headphones and a few other things. Billy had gotten you one of those giant three wick candles in one of your favourite scents and a sweater that he admitted Stu helped pick out, but he bought. 

You loved all of it. 

You had pulled the sweater on and were just thinking about getting the dessert you had made for the three of you to share when Stu pulled out another gift, and you rolled your eyes as you chided him, tone flat, “Stu. Another?”

“Last one! I promise!” He said, holding one hand up as the other held onto the gift. Billy looked over and smirked, pointing at the package as he asked, “Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

Stu’s smile widened, and he wiggled his eyebrows in that way that made you snicker as he replied to Billy, “You know it!”

He handed you the package, and you placed it in your lap as you inquired, “Billy in on this one?”

“To be fair, I was in on all of them.” Of course, they conspired against you, but to be fair, you did the exact same thing, telling Billy what you got for Stu and vice versa. You just wanted to make sure you didn’t get the same thing and make sure your gifts were good enough. 

“Why am I not surprised?” You finally set to open the present, tearing at the paper apart, letting the shreds fall onto the hardwood floor with the rest, the torn wrapping was about ankle deep around the couch where the three of you were sitting. 

You opened the box and couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”

See, you had wanted something like this. You had never owned any sex toys previously and had expressed interest in getting some now that you were out of your parent's house and away at college you wouldn’t have to worry about them finding them, and you had the privacy and space to use them comfortably. It was a very thoughtful gift, but you weren’t expecting this to be what he went with. 

You reached into the box and lifted out the toy and held it up. It is a glass dildo, smooth and weighty and in the shape of a candy cane, and striped like one to boot. Billy was laughing a little behind his hand, and Stu managed to hold back his laughter, but only barely. Stu hit Billy on the leg, and he nodded once before clearing his throat and putting on a more serious look as he asked, tone surprisingly even, “What, you don’t like it, baby?”

They shared a look, and you smirked and turned it over in your hands, and Stu said, “Yeah. It’s appropriate, don’t you think?”

You nodded with your lips pursed and looked Stu in the eyes as you said in your own serious tone, “I’ll give you this much, Stu.” You pointed at him with the end of the dildo as you finished your thought, “-It’s very festive.”

That did it, and the three of you broke down laughing. You laughed too much and too long, but when you all stopped you were in the middle of your boys, throwing an arm around each of their shoulders and hugging them, “Thank you for the gifts, boys. I love them.”

The rest of the night continued on, the boys loved their gifts just as much, dessert was shared, and you all talked about what your plans over the holidays were. You were going to miss them so much, and they were going to miss you too, but you were still planning on spending the night tonight, then going off back home tomorrow. 

You ended up in bed with them, of course. Two weeks apart would be bad enough as it was, you needed to try and get your fill of them tonight. You were sitting on Billy’s lap, his back was to the headboard of the bed, and you were currently in deep and lost making out with him, his hands roaming on your clothed form. You felt the mattress dip behind you, feeling Stu get onto the bed, one of his hands on your hip and his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Got started without me?”

And with a hum you pulled back breaking the kiss with Billy and reached back, fingers finding Stu’s short hair and looking up at him,“You were taking so long, it’s not my fault Billy has no patience.” 

Billy rolled his eyes, the action is playful, head tilting back as he says, “C’mon, you see her man, how am I supposed to have her in bed and not do something.”

Stu’s hand under your chin and tilting your head up at a more aggressive angle, “Very true, impossible to resist.” 

Then he was pulling you into a kiss of his own, you kissed him back easily and Billy had leaned forward now, his mouth on your neck and fuck this was the best. Three of you taking turns and hands all over each other, it always heated up so quickly. Sometimes it was hard to keep track of whose hands or mouth were where, but you weren’t about to complain about getting so much attention when it felt this good. 

Fingers started to explore further and breathing was picking up. It felt way too hot for your sweater soon and Billy was helping you take it off and threw it aside, and you started to help him with his shirt, Stu was still pressed to you, and he whispered in your ear, “We got a little something in mind for you baby.”

Stu’s hands were pulling your shirt up, and you let him help you take it off, his hands were on your breasts, groping at you through your bra and you hummed questioningly,

“Mmmhmm?” You hummed questioningly, and he said, “Yeah, somethin’ we want to see you do.”

You were already so turned on that you were down for basically anything, “What is it?”

A look shared between the two of them, and they knew by how you responded that you were in the right mood to be open with them. Stu wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up a few inches, you let him and assisted, standing up on your knees as Billy took to removing your skirt. Then you were just in your panties and Stu had removed your bra as Billy moved out of the way, and you were put in his place, leaning against the pillows and headboard. Stu had his hands behind his back and after a moment he showed you what he was holding and-

It was that same present as before, you snickered and asked as your gaze ran over the glass candy cane in his hand, and you deadpanned,“Seriously?”

Billy ran his fingers through his hair before moving closer and leaning over you, one of Stu’s hands lands on your thigh, spreading your legs and Billy, much closer to you now, was looking into your eyes as he said, “Seriously. We think it’d be hot to watch you use it on yourself for us.”

Just like that, you were in. You would do just about anything for either of them solo, but having both of them wanting something from you? No way could you say no. 

You nodded once and the toy was placed in your hand and the boys backed off a bit, getting comfortable on the end of the bed, and you settled in. You weren’t sure how to start, you hadn’t used toys before at all, let alone one made of glass. It seemed sturdy, good quality, you turn it over in your hand as you looked at them and bit your bottom lip, they were watching you. As the thought and the situation fully washed over you, this was hot, you were much more into this idea than you thought. You’d done a lot with them, but certainly had not done a dedicated time masturbating in front of them. This was something special, it could be another gift of sorts, a new experience, new memories foraged with them.

Why not put on a show?

You started simply, pressing the toy to your damp panties and sliding it up and down, a slow tease for them and you. Sliding up and down, more pressure, focusing on your clit a bit more with each pass, and it was starting to feel pretty good, hips tilting up more into the cool sensation of the toy. 

All too soon you wanted more, and your fingers hooked in the crotch of your panties, you pulled them aside, bringing the toy down and touching it to your soaked flesh. You weren’t expecting it to be so cold, you shivered a little. 

“That good?” Stu inquired, brows raised and Billy was smirking, arm thrown around Stu’s shoulders, and he asked teasingly, “Yeah? You’re shaking already.”

“ ‘M fine, it’s just cold.” It’s a half lie as you slide the toy up and down a few more times before finally dipping inside yourself and oh-

Oh, fuck.

You didn’t expect that at all.

How good the difference in temperature felt. You were burning hot and the toy being so cold gave such a unique sensation, you slide the toy in as far as it would go, holding onto the hooked end with one hand. It slid in so easily. Another thing you didn’t plan on was how little lube it needed, the glass was so smooth, no ridges, it glides in and out with very minimal effort. 

It was unrelenting as you clenched on it, no give to it at all, that was something you weren’t used to either. Okay you got it, from just a minute of pushing it in and pulling it back out, thrusting back and forth experimentally you understood the appeal. You wouldn’t need to play this up much at all, it felt good, damn good. 

You vocalized it, soft moans crossing your lips, head falling back onto the pillows as you played, thighs spreading wider, you tilted the toy and brushed that spot inside just right and gasped. 

“Ah! Oh, fuc- that’s good.”

You needed your underwear gone, toy leaving you for only a moment, holding it in one hand you arched your hips and the other hand slid down and set to removing your panties, you pulled them off and with a coy smile you tossed them to the boys. Stu caught them, both looked very amused and seemed to be enjoying the show immensely. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it yourself, ass touching back down on the sheets you slipped the toy back in and resumed a steady pace, eyes rolling back as you did, my God this was fun. Having them watch you, doing this so close to them, finding pleasure in yourself and them enjoying every second of seeing you get off. 

A hand met your ankle, and you looked down to see Billy getting between your legs, “Apparently cold is good.”

Apparently he was still impatient.

You nodded once, a harder thrust, and you moaned again, Billy’s hand slid up your leg and over your thigh and his hand nudged yours. You got the hint, moving your hand away, he leaned in close, his tongue ran over your clit and that your back arched. The cold glass, his hot breath and even hotter mouth around your straining clit, it was so much to handle. He had been paying good attention, he angled the toy just right to hit that sweet spot, and you were unable to stop the loud moan that left your mouth. 

Stu had moved up to be closer to you again, and he was kissing you and one of his hands was on your breasts and teasing one of your nipples and oh my God. You might have been laughing when you first opened up that present and laid your eyes on that toy, but you sure as shit weren’t laughing now. 

The rest of the night was amazing and needed. The three of you, all entangled together, soaking up every second you could because you knew that you wouldn’t have the chance for a while. 

You packed the toy and brought it home, you might have had a round or two on your own and sent the boys a few pictures. 

The one of you in your Christmas sweater and a skirt flipped up, wet pussy on display, face down ass up for the camera while you had one hand sliding the toy in and the fingers of your other on your clit was Billy’s personal favourite. The one you snapped with you in your family living room, late at night after everyone else had gone to bed, in just a robe, fully opened, exposing your naked body, lights from the tree as you laid on the floor in front of it dancing over your body as you used that same toy was Stu’s favourite. 

Only one problem was that now you can’t look at candy canes without getting a bit wet and wanting to squirm while missing your boys. 

Christmas can’t come all the time but thanks to that lovely little gift you certainly were.

#Billy Loomis x reader #Stu Macher x reader #Poly!Ghostface x reader #Do-Over-December #BHF writing #ENJOY

[semisgroupie]

dirty old man

kishibe x fem. reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: mafia au!, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), knife play, clothes cutting, reader is spoiled by kishibe, death threats (not to reader but to a minor character), balcony sex, degradation, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, oral sex (m!receiving), recording (consensual), kishibe is obsessed with you, mentions of past recording, dumbification, dacryphilia, spanking, he calls reader mean names but he means it lovingly <3

synopsis: a slutty old man deserves an equally slutty young girlfriend

a/n: this is for @pcwer for the gift exchange in snow’s server!!! i was stuck between kishibe and aki but i wanted to gift you your slutty old man

Kishibe

The name alone strikes fear into many hearts and makes people flinch. His looks alone was intimidating but when it’s paired with his reputation, then he immediately became the most feared man alive. A career criminal at the head of the most dangerous mafia circuit, his callousness and stoicism combined with his immense strength and skill easily helped him rise to the top and helped him stay there.

The amount of skeletons in his closet could fill a mansion and despite being in his 50s, that would never change.

His bloodlust has satiated a bit over the years but that didn’t mean his life became boring. It was actually livelier now, than when he was in his 20s. That could be attributed to you, the pretty eye candy he loved to show off.

It was quite the cliche for him to say that you made him feel younger but you did. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you when he first met you but now there were times he wondered if you could keep up with him. Oftentimes when he was in his meetings, while everyone was discussing any hits they had to put out, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, bouncing on his cock until he decided to fuck you senseless.

It was also safe to say that he was quite obsessed with you. It was obvious to anyone around and it was even more obvious when his men saw the scratch marks that littered his back along with his scars, and if they were ever lucky enough to sneak a peek at his phone, they would see his lockscreen was your face, messy with his cum. He had a multitude of photos and videos of you, it was his not-so-little collection that he loved to scan through while he was alone.

But he wasn’t far from you often, if he wasn’t spoiling you endless with vacations and shopping sprees then he was with you in his office in one of the most expensive buildings in the city. Sometimes he would do both in one day, which was exactly what he was doing today.

He let you drag him from store to store, ignoring some of the glances that were spared at him for being with you. He couldn’t blame them, a man with a girl half his age, but he didn’t care. They could look and stare all they wanted, even call him names like a ‘dirty old man’, he would just wear the title with pride.

You two were in a lingerie shop and it took everything in him to not drag you to the nearest fitting room and fuck you until your legs shook. It wasn’t like he hasn’t done it before. But, today was your day and he didn’t want to disrupt anything simply because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Everything was going by smoothly, no disruptions, that was until his phone started going off.

He quickly excused himself and walked over to the entrance of the shop to take the call. You collected some more fabrics and glanced over at him from time to time, barely picking up on what was being said but by the way he gripped his phone, you knew it wasn’t good news. You stood by near one of the shelves of matching bra and panty sets until he made his way over to you, clearly annoyed by what took place.

“Sorry sweetheart, we need to cut this trip short, go on the line and I’ll pay for what you got.” He offered you a small smile, the scar that decorated the left side of his face slightly moving as the corners of his lips rose and fell.

You shook your head and walked over to a worker, curtly apologizing as you asked them to put everything back. You hooked your arms around one of his and looked up at your much older boyfriend, “let’s just go. They have better sets online anyway.” You pulled him close to press a kiss to his cheek and let him lead the way back to his car. He put all your shopping bags in the trunk then held the passenger's side door open for you as you slid in. He then got in the driver’s seat and started driving.

He moved one hand over to your thigh and gently squeezed it, “I’m sorry the day had to be cut short. I didn’t want to end things so early.” You placed his hand over his and gently squeezed it, “there’s no need to apologize. I’m just glad I get to spend the day with you.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek before resting back against your seat. He grazed your soft thigh with his thumb as he drove, something he always did when you sat in the passenger’s seat when he drove. He loved to keep his hands on you. You were silk, you were satin, you were every soft material he could think of and he needed to keep touching you.

The drive was relatively short and before you knew it you two were in the parking lot of the large building. He helped you out of the car then held your hand as you two made your way to the elevator. The elevator ride was short and you noticed how tense Kishibe grew. You gently squeezed his hand for comfort as the elevator stopped on the designated floor and he turned to give you a small smile. “Thank you.” His voice was low as you two walked out of the elevator and saw his men sorting drugs and counting cash. It was a sight you’ve grown used to since you started dating Kishibe. It was the lifestyle he lived and a lifestyle you lived as well.

He led you over to one of the areas where you could sit but still keep an eye on him while he handled business then turned to face you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Okay doll, I just need you to sit here and look pretty while I handle business. You can do that for me right?” You nodded and tilted your head down a bit to press a kiss to his thumb. “Of course I can, now hurry back.”

He tilted your head back up and kissed you softly before leaving you to deal with whoever was incompetent. You went on your phone to look at some things you might want to add to your shopping cart and you could faintly hear your boyfriend. After 15 minutes he came back, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles were slightly bloody which meant that he had to get a little physical to get his point across, his eyebrows were knitted together, and his hand went into his pocket to grab his silver flask. After he took a swig he reached over for your hand and pulled you back to the elevator.

“Bastard was lucky I didn’t cut his fingers off and serve it to him on a fucking platter. Hell, he was lucky I was in a good mood or else he would’ve been sent to his parents in a box. Little shit crashed a truck with a million dollars worth of product.” He continued muttering all the things he would’ve done to make the guy pay for losing so much money and product. As the elevator reached the top floor you never thought there could be so many methods of violence that could work as repayment.

“We just need to go to my office so I can figure out how to make up for the loss and then we can go home, okay pretty girl?” He squeezed your hand as you nodded. “But first I need to clean your hands.” He chuckled and looked down at his hands, “haven’t used these to send a message in a while, thought I might’ve been a little rusty but I broke the guy’s nose on the first hit.”

He led you into his office and went to sit down behind his computer while you went to the attached bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You retrieved it then sat atop his desk in front of him, placing his hands on your lap while you took out everything you needed to clean them off. He watched you with a fond smile and caressed your thighs with whatever hand you weren’t cleaning. “Hm. I think I could find a better use of my time instead of trying to clean up this fuck up. Once you’re done cleaning my hands I want you on your knees, you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You cleaned his hands a little quicker, making him chuckle. “Easy there, you’ll still get my cock. You need to do a good job cleaning my hands, then you can be my eager cockslut.” You slowed down your movements until his hands were completely cleaned off then settled between his legs. “Go on, take it out.” You sat up on your knees and undid his pants, pulling his half hard cock out.

“Go on, put that pretty mouth to good use. Maybe if you do good, I’ll fuck you on the balcony. Let everyone see how much of a whore you are.” Heat rose to your cheeks and a rush of arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach at his words. You gripped his cock in one hand while you leaned in and peppered open mouthed kisses along the length until it fully hardened. “Go on, you were eager before, get to it.”

He rested back against his chair watching as you took his hardened cock in your mouth. He let out low groans as you bobbed your head up and down, rolling your tongue along the underside of his length. He grabbed his phone and turned the camera on, pressing the red button on the bottom of the screen to start recording you. “Eyes up here, I want to record how messy you get when I fuck your face.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and held you in place as he started thrusting up into your mouth. Your gags echoed through his office making him laugh. “You’ve taken my cock so much and yet you’re still gagging, how pathetic.” You whined around his cock at his words but they made even more arousal pool in the pit of your stomach. “My pathetic little cocksleeve, can’t even take my cock down her throat but still wants it in her messy cunt. I don’t think you even deserve it.”

He loved to tease you like this, it’ll always make you work just a little harder. But you both knew he couldn’t deny you, he wouldn’t be able to deny himself either. “Come on, cry for me. Let me see how messy you can get.” He started moving your head to meet his thrusts, your face quickly grew messy with tears and saliva running down your chin. “Fuck, look at you.” He brought the camera closer to your face, moving it in all directions so it could take in all your angles. The sight of you like this was enough to tip him over the edge, he pulled you off his cock and let go of your hair to start stroking his cock while he kept filming.

“Stick your tongue out.” Was all he could get out before ropes of cum started decorating your face. Only a little got on your tongue but it just made everything even hotter. He hissed and brought his cock to your face to smear the cum around then brought the camera closer to your face, “smile for the camera, come on, show how happy you are my little cum slut.” And you did exactly that, smiled brightly for him with cum all over your face. He stopped the recording and reached over to grab some tissues to clean you off. He cupped your chin and turned your head up to him as he wiped all the cum off. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips then pulled back, “now get up, I’m not done with you.”

He helped you to your feet and let you head out to the balcony first while he went through his drawer to pull out the pocket knife you gifted him for his birthday. “Now I can put this to good use.” He walked over to you and gently pushed you closer to the railing, “hold on and bend over.” You did as he said, biting your lip in anticipation of his next move. The next thing you heard was a click which made you grow even more curious.

“Babe? What was that?” You turned slightly to look back at him and saw the sunlight reflect off the blade. “I’m making use of my birthday gift, now stay still. I don’t want to cut you.” He flipped your skirt up and traced the blade along the seam of your panties, tracing your cunt through the now see through fabric. A breath hitched in your throat but your cunt throbbed as he continued dragging the blade along your slit. You didn't have any worry about him cutting you, you’ve seen how skilled he is with a blade of any size.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so badly.” Your tone came out more desperate than you wanted it to be but maybe it would convince him to give you what you needed. “Fine, since you’re so impatient.” He hooked his finger under the fabric to pull it away from your cunt and in one swift move he cut it open. Now, your pussy was on full display for him, he could see how you were practically dripping for him. “Fuck, even messier than I thought you would be. You really are a fiend for my cock.”

He chuckled and gripped his cock with his free hand while he placed the blade on a nearby chair. He then gripped your hip and slammed his cock into you, not even giving you a second to adjust before he started pounding into you at a brutal pace. His eyes widened a bit at how loud you were crying out for him, “wow, seems like you really want to get caught. Maybe I should just fuck you in front of my men since you want an audience.” He spanked you roughly and kept pounding into you.

“J-just want you! O-only want you!” He laughed and spanked you again before roughly gripping the flesh in his calloused hand. “I’ll believe you once you can form a coherent sentence. My dumb cock slut, the second my cock goes inside this tight cunt all your brain cells just leak out of you. But you don’t really need to think, do you? I just need to do all the thinking don't I?”

Your cunt gripped his cock tighter and tighter as the venom dripped from his tongue, turning you on more and more as each word reached your ears. You had a white knuckle grip on the railing while your legs trembled and shook like a newborn deer’s. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name was the only thing you could form coherently as he just continued to pound into you. Deep down you loved it when his men would fuck up, he would always fuck you rougher and you loved every single second of it.

“Just a little cum dump for me to use and make a mess of. I know that’s all you think about, when am I going to give you my cum next. Where my load will go when I do finally give it to you. That’s all that swirls around in that empty head, just my cock and my cum. Just cum for me and I’ll cover this perfect ass with my load.” Your eyes widened slightly, you didn’t want him to waste another load on you when it could just be inside you. You needed his cum inside you, you had to have it.

You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow. He let go of your hip and gripped another handful of your hair to pull your head back, “what is it? Why are you shaking your head?” He knew the answer, he knew what you wanted but he needed to hear it from you. He didn’t stop thrusting, why would he? He wasn’t going to make it easy for you to come up with a coherent answer. “Come on doll, I need an answer in a full sentence, I’m sure there’s one working brain cell left in there.”

Your mind was spinning due to the immense pleasure. You honestly couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to you but you had to come up with something. You took a few breaths and tilted your head back a bit to try to meet his eyes. “Please cum inside me. Please, I want it inside.” You sounded so sweet, so desperate for him. You did what you wanted him to do so the least he could do was reward you. “Alright, go on and cum for me and I’ll fill you up, make this cunt even messier than what it is.” He let go of your hair and brought his hand to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles. All it took was a few flicks of his hand and you were crumbling in his hands, crying out his name as you milked his cock for the cum that was about to fill you up.

“There we go, keep cumming for me.” He continued rubbing your clit while he thrusted a few more times. He slammed his hips against yours and filled you with his cum, he hunched over you a bit and pressed a few kisses along your clothed spine. You both panted while riding out your orgasms and he lifted himself up first. He waited for you to compose yourself then slowly pulled out of you. He tucked himself back in his pants and flipped your skirt back down since your panties were torn then moved next to you.

He pulled you in his arms and pressed a few kisses along your forehead until you lifted your head so he could properly kiss you. The stubble on his face poked your skin but you loved the feeling. He slowly pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Are you okay?” You wrapped your arms around his middle and smiled up at him, “I’m perfect.”

He chuckled and kissed you again. “Good, now let’s go home. I’ll have someone else handle this business, I still have some more frustration to release and my balls aren’t empty yet.” Your cheeks burned as you playfully smacked his chest. “You’re so dirty!” You teased and he chuckled as he held you close to him while walking back inside his office.

“They don’t call me a dirty old man for nothing. Now let’s go home.”

#csm smut #chainsaw man smut #kishibe smut #tw:filming #tw:unprotected sex #tw:creampie #tw:degradation #tw:age gap #tw:exhibitionism #tw:voyeurism #tw:knife play #tw:dumbification #tw:dacryphilia #tw:spanking #i went to this man’s character info sheet like a million times

[devilfic]

thinking about your first christmas as a family after bruce adopts dick grayson.

bruce is nervous because every christmas since becoming batman has been piss poor. there’s been no big dinners because it’s just been himself and alfred for so long. gifts were exchanged not on christmas morning but left on beds and desks and in elevator shafts because the holidays were such a strange time for the two of them without thomas and martha around. sometimes it was easier to give each other the space. alfred always left the fireplace on for when bruce would get home from holiday patrol, perhaps with a cup of hot cocoa just the way he liked it left on the hearth, always suspiciously steaming as if alfred had stayed up until bruce got back to leave it there.

then you come along and there’s dinner again, and sometimes bruce is even home some of the day to celebrate with you. the tree comes out of storage and you add a novelty ornament to it every year because the others are all for show and it just doesn’t make the tower feel like home. bruce bakes with you, stealing fudge from your mixing bowl. you almost (almost!) get to send him off with tinsel around his cowl ears and jingle bells on his belt. warmth is returning to gotham in december with you around.

but then dick comes along and everything is different! bruce doesn’t really realize it until he takes dick out shopping for a winter coat and an employee gives dick a candy cane on the way out, but it’s going to be christmas soon and he hasn’t planned anything. he’s been fine with the way things are for so long that he hadn’t realized that dick is still young, that christmas is still something to look forward to, that he’s a father now.

you walk in one day and bruce is stringing lights around the fireplace with dick running around the tree, wrapping it in ribbon and tinsel. bruce hoists dick up to put the star on the tree and they both nearly knock the whole thing over. dick hangs christmas wreaths in the batcave, super glues a bright red rudolph nose on the hood of the batmobile, builds gingerbread houses with little gingerbread bruce and you holding hands while gingerbread dick beats a gingerbread bad guy with a peppermint carved into a batarang. it sits very proudly in the kitchen. you’ve never seen bruce so flustered before. alfred has never seen the tower so badly decorated. he loves it.

on patrol, you lament about how cold dick must be in his robin costume and force him into leg warmers and a sweater, even as he whines about how it’s never bothered him before. bruce watches as you tug a hat over dick’s hair, tucking the little black strands underneath and placing your warm hands to dick’s flushed cheeks. you warn them both that if they don’t stay warm, you’ll be restricting their vigilante privileges. the boys just share a look because they know you really mean it.

you worry so much when they’re out together. try as you might to pretend to be asleep once bruce settles in beside you, you always sneak out of bed to check on dick before returning to your room. bruce pretends he’s too exhausted to notice and just pulls you closer.

dick gets you two out of the tower, too! bruce takes you both ice skating in gotham square, stumbling around on his skates like a 6′1, beefy newborn dear as you and dick skate circles around him and laugh (you really don’t mean to embarrass him so bad that he skates over to a bench and pouts for ten minutes, but you and dick convince him to skate between the two of you until he can stand on his own).

the snow in gotham is dirty, but that doesn’t stop dick from initiating snowball fights with you when you go out past the city lines. bruce takes the two of you to an old family friend’s estate and catches you two from the window pelting each other with handfuls of snow like your lives depended on it, and you bet your asses he’s coming for blood when he meets you both out there. none of you are dressed for getting covered in snow and alfred gives a very stern talking to you three by the front door when you get home.

and when christmas morning comes, bruce feels his heart clench as dick throws himself on top of you and bruce’s sleeping bodies in bed, begging you both to get up so he can open presents already. alfred stands by the bedroom door with this fond look on his face, mumbling something about how “familiar” this all was.

dick loves every single gift you guys give him. he runs off to his room to play with his new toys and video games the minute you let him. by the end of dinner, dick is passed out on the couch with a full stomach, so bruce laughs and takes a few pictures to tease him before scooping him up to take him to bed. it isn’t until dick is tucked under his sheets that it really hits him: he loves this kid. he’s got a family now. he’s going to do everything in his power to protect it. he gets misty-eyed at the thought that it’s his turn now, something that seemed so far out of his mind ten years ago.

he’s still kneeling by dick’s bedside when you come in and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his hair, “dick left us a gift. wanna come see?”

it’s a little foreign to him when bruce first sees it. he’d seen it maybe a few times at christmas parties at boarding school, almost always managing to evade getting dragged underneath it save for the few times he’d been given a sloppy, eggnog-spiked kiss by a classmate.

you stand under the mistletoe hanging from the lowest arch in the house (probably the only one dick could reasonably reach), giggling conspiratorially.

“was this your idea?” he accuses, slinking closer to the plant but not quite giving in just yet.

“dick wanted me to tell him about some christmas traditions and picked this one out. he’s never had a traditional christmas before, ya know?”

“and did he already get his kiss?”

“a big, embarrassing one right on the forehead from me AND alfred. he’s had his fill of this tradition, I think.”

bruce can’t help but laugh. he’s so full of warm food and joy. he’s happy dick’s happy. he’s happy you’re happy. he’s so happy. “can’t say the same for myself.” he cups his hands on either side of your throat and grins, breath scented from the candy cane he’d been sucking on after dinner. he kisses you and the mint passes to your tongue, a cool contrast to the feverishness of his mouth. he hadn’t felt this warm in years.

#merry christmas!!! #a little domestic good dad bruce for the holidays <3 #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne scenarios #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanons #bruce wayne fluff #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne blurb #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman scenarios #batman imagine #batman headcanons #batman fluff #batman fic #the batman #battinson x reader #dick grayson #dc #mjwrites

[smallgodseries]

[image description: An old card, from a peculiar deck. It shows two views of a white elephant and where one might expect a K, Q, or J, there is only a ‘?’ One side is a heart. The other a spade. One elephant is in a red smoking jacket and holds an ornamented golden jar. The other is dressed in deep blue and holds a sword. Both also hold rings. Text reads, “169, Strunk – small god of the White Elephant Gift Exchange”]

• • • • •

Nobody really likes Strunk, which is a pity, because he’s a very sweet god.  He’s very earnest, and he means well; he wants everyone to walk away happy, and not be saddled with a gift they didn’t want but have to perform enthusiasm for anyway, because someone who really cares is watching.

People don’t give gifts they really care about at White Elephant parties.  Strunk is just glad that’s the name most people know his worship by these days: they used to call him “Dirty Santa,” and he likes the trunk better than the coal-stained gloves and the cigar.  Gods so rarely get the opportunity to choose their final forms.

When all his worshippers play fairly and without cruelty, Strunk’s masses can be glorious occasions, filled with laughter and with joy.  But all too often, the people who come to his celebrations see them as an opportunity to be casually cruel, to give gifts meant to embarrass and demean, and those people spoil things for everyone.  He is the god of taking candy from babies on those days, when there is one good gift and a dozen or more terrible ones, passed around like hot potatoes, unwanted and indestructible.

He wishes people were kinder.  He is a kind god, and he would that everyone were happy.  Given the choice, he would provide good gifts for all.

But alas, it isn’t really up to him.

Be kind to Strunk this year: if you are called to one of his ceremonies, go in good faith or go not at all.  Bring something you would not be angry or ashamed to receive, and if the worst of things ends the day in your hands, take it with good grace.  The dumpster is always waiting, and Strunk doesn’t judge.

He just wants you to be happy.  Be happy for him.

• • • • •

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[absurdthirst]

Coming Home for Christmas {Agent Whiskey x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Writer Wednesday Week 42: 12/14/22 @writer-wednesday

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It’s late, almost too late to be outside. The shops have all closed, everyone rushing home to be with their families. Not wanting to miss a second of eggnog and Christmas carols. Dirty Santa gift exchanges and last minute cookie baking. Everyone wanted to celebrate the season or their holiday. Everyone but him. 

The snow crunches under his boots, hands shoved down into the pockets of his coat. He’d forgotten his gloves in the truck that had given him a ride to the edge of town. Venturing no further than the highway. It had been a small miracle when the truck had stopped by the beat up and broken down Bronco to begin with. 

Snow looks pretty but it’s bone-chilling when you are out in it, the brim of his hat the only thing keeping it from soaking into his hair or settling on his neck where the collar of his jacket is pulled up. 

Dark storefronts and street lamps are his companions. The sidewalks are covered in a fresh layer of powder despite the piled high banks from where it had been shoveled earlier. Guilt settles into his stomach, curling uncomfortably as he realizes it’s been years since he’s been in this little town. 

Leaving in a fit of glory and self confidence only to skulk back into town unnoticed and most definitely with his tail tucked between his legs. Bridges burned and prestige lost, he’s not the man who had sworn to once turn this town on its ear. 

He’s got nothing but the clothes on his back, the few bucks in his wallet wouldn’t buy anything suitable to bring even if a shop were open. The tantalizing scents of candy and baked goods coming out of the bakery long replaced with the scent of snow. 

Shuddering, he lifts his shoulders high, nearly to his ears as he walks. The path was never forgotten even though it’s been a long time since he’s traveled this road. Honestly he had never thought he would be here again if he were honest with himself. 

Down around the corner and up the stairs. It’s not too far away. Unless you’ve moved. How sorry would he feel for himself if he knocks on the door and you aren’t there. If some stranger opens the door and gives him a questioning look. Someone he’s never seen before and they don’t know who you are. What if you’ve blown this town’s dust off your boots like he had? What if there isn’t a refuge from the proverbial cold for him?

He should have called, should have kept in touch, but he hadn’t. Every day it became a little easier to forget, to get wrapped up in the importance of his job, the excitement. Telling himself that he would check in, check up on you when he had a free moment, that he would do it later - until he had just….stopped thinking about it altogether. 

Now he’s here, every step bringing him closer to his destination. If you aren’t there, maybe you’ve gone traveling for the holidays, getting away from the cold and snow. It would be unusual, but then again, how does he know if your habits haven’t changed?

Turning the corner of the row of buildings, he sees the small alleyway. The familiar staircase that leads up to the door above the old apothecary turned coffee shop. The apartment that you had lived in for as long as he could remember. The cheerful lights twisting around the bannister invite visitors up towards the wreath adorned door. 

At the stairs, he pauses. Looking up to see the lights shining through the windows, a shadow of someone (maybe you?) moving through the space with the ease of someone who is home. He takes a deep breath, swallowing down his nerves as he takes the first step of seventeen that will take him to your doorstep. 

He sighs as he stands in front of the door. The one that he would have just walked into without a thought. Now he stands here, almost a stranger as he contemplates turning around and leaving without ever alerting you that he is here. You will be disappointed in him, you probably already are. He’s aware of his faults and the grievances that he has committed against you. 

Still, he’s here and his hand comes out of his pocket, curls into a fist and he lifts it up. Ready to knock and bring you to the door. Pausing again because once he does it, he can’t unring the bell as the saying goes. 

Three sharp raps. That’s all he gives. Enough to make his presence known but not enough to startle you. Listening to the sounds of footsteps bringing you closer. Then the clicking and sliding of the locks as you throw the bolt of the door. Good girl, staying safe while you are home.

His stomach clenches even as his eyes narrow slightly against the brightness of the light behind you when the door is opened. Your eyes widen in shock and he doesn’t miss the surprised gasp, even as he is sliding on a practiced, easy going smile, like it has been ten minutes since he’s seen you rather than ten years. 

“Jack!” You whisper, like you’ve seen a ghost. Maybe that is true for you, he’s the ghost of husbands past. 

“Hello, sweetheart.” Jack’s tone is as smooth as Kentucky whiskey. “Merry Christmas.” 

#writer wednesday #pedro pascal #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x f!reader #agent whiskey imagine #agent whiskey fanfic

[raspberrylover28]

"Alexa, can turtles eat candy?"

EDIT: Fixed the past and present tense switching through the fic

My gift for @fxliciq-a for the ROTTMNT Trick or Treat Exchange organized by @rottmnt-secret-gifting  !

Made it extra light and fluffy with lots of banter between the brothers, trying to give most of the prompts a moment to shine and had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you enjoy! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

 [Takes place after season 2 but before the movie]

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-...I'm just saying that you had an unfair advantage! Why did you get to be the one who went with him?

- I shall remind you once again, dear brother, that the teams were completely randomized and I had no say in who went with who.

- Yeah, randomized by you with your tech! You probably just rigged to whole thing to get all my jelly worms and rub it in my face.

- First of all, gross. Getting them anywhere near your face would make them inedible on the spot. Plus, I don't like them anyway. Second of all, I am wounded you think I would sink so low to win a silly game. Third of all, everyone here is aware that I have managed to get the biggest amount of candy from our trick and treating journey, so please stop whining and hand over the candy to their rightful owner - Donnie put his purple, bat themed candy bag right in front of Leo's face, smiling like the menace that he is

- Oh, come on! - Leo shoved it back into Donnie's face instead and turned to Raph - This has to count as cheating, right? You gave him like half of your candy!

Raph rubbed the back of his head and gave him an apologetic smile - Sorry, man. Ya know i can't eat the ones with peanuts, so I gave them to Don and they sorta started piling up.

Leo gave him an unimpressed stare, crossed his arms and spat out: - I'm not giving any of my loot to a dirty cheater.

- I am not-

- Ugh, just give him the damn candy already! - April yelled with annoyance, getting everyone's attention, letting go of Sunita's hand and  gesturing agressively towards the twins - we've been standing here for 15 minutes!

And they actually were. Standing there in their colorful costumes, arguing with each other on the middle of the sidewalk. Great.

At least the worst they got were a few stares since they were in a more chill part of New York. As chill as New York can be, anyway.

Leo looked around, seeing all the mildly (or a bit more than mildly) annoyed faces staring into his skull and groaned as dramatically as he could, running his fingers through the rockstar wig of his costume for extra effect and reluctantly took out a bunch of lolipops and two small packs of purple and red skittles, then snatched Donnie's hat from his head, threw the candy inside and put it back on with just as much force.

- Here. Don't choke on it - he said, his voice only one third playful, turning away and taking out his phone, not seeing Raph and Donnie shooting each other smug looks.

Donnie took off the hat again and threw the candy into his already overstuffed candy bag, securing it so nothing fell out and doing a quick victory fist bump with Raph.

- Great! Now that's settled, me and my girlfriends are going to the cafe nearby to try out their newest spooky menu. And if any of you boys start making trouble, you will receive a baseball bat to the face. Are we clear? - April smirked playfully, but with a dangerous glint in her eye, and the turtles all saluted with a "Yes, ma'am!".

- YES! We finally shall find out the TERROR of the special halloween recipes!

- Yeah, I really wanted to try the pumpkin latte, it sounded amazing. Plus, I heard they even gave free candy corn at the counter!

Cassandra and Sunita chatted, with April joining in and holding their hands as they started going towards the cafe in their matching monster high costumes.

- Alright! - Mikey started - So what do we-

- Okay, whatever you're going to do, do it by yourselves ‘cause I'm leaving - Leo interrupted, barely looking up from his phone, where he was furiously typing in.

- What, bunny boy is done collecting candy in the Hidden City? - Donnie raised an eyebrow.

- Yeah, we're meeting near Hueso's. We're going to try out candy with his friends, since some turtle I will not name decided getting candy from the Hidden City would be "too dangerous".

- Ey, knowin' Raph's luck AND the Hidden City, it would probably end up like the pizza puffs incident. Or worse.

- What, you think they're going to throw drugs into a teenager's candy bag?

- ...maybe.

- Raph, chill! Usagi was raised down there, he knows what's safe and what's not. Plus, I promised him some of my jelly worms in exchange already, so no backing out now!

- Wait, you're willing to give him your candy, but not me?

- We exhange candy, Don, not steal it.

- I don't steal jackshit! I would be willing to exchange, but your demands are just too high!

- Maybe you're just too poor to afford my candy-

- Alright, Raph is not doing this again! - Raph stood between the twins, then Mikey started pushing Leo in the vague direction of Hueso's.

- Come on, loverboy! They're waiting for you, so hurry up!

- Okay, okay, fine! Sheesh... - Leo rolled his eyes, but quickly jogged towards the restaurant, smiling and texting his boyfriend on the way.

Raph barely stopped himself from shouting at him because don't walk with your snout in your phone, do you WANT to get hit by a car??

Instead, he looked towards the other two turtles.

- Great! - Donnie exclaimed - Now that Leo left to bother bunny boy and the love birds left to do something romantic and possibly illegal, we should figure out what we should do next.

- Oh, I know! We should totally check out this one haunted house! – Mikey suggested, quickly taking out his phone and showing his brother a poster of a two-story, victorian looking house with a tall, spiky fence and „A house straight from your nightmares!” written in a spooky font on the bottom of the screen.

His brothers stared at the photo, then at Mikey.

- You want to go to the haunted mansion.

- Yep!

- Of your own free will.

A pause.

-Yyyyes…? – Mikey started sweating under their questioning  gazes.

- It was most likely a dare from someone. Either April or Leo.

- Agreed.

- Oh, come on, guys! Have some faith in me!

His brothers just raised their eyebrows.

-…Leo wouldn’t stop teasing me.

They see the site of haunted house, which had a lot of bad reviews, mostly complaining about it not being scary in the slightest, which they took as a good sign. Having Raph accidentally deck a scare actor in the face on instinct probably wouldn’t end pretty. They decided, with only slight hesitence, to check it out. It was only around 15 minutes away, so they went on foot and rated costumes and decorations they saw while walking, the usual fuss of New York now accompanied by the sound of doorbells and candy wraps.

When they arrived at their destination (which looked nothing like the one on the site or posters) and entered the first room, they all immediately noticed that it was, indeed, very bad. The room was very brightly lit with white leds, the furniture looked like it was pulled out of some old lady’s apartment, covered with plastic spiderwebs and cheesy halloween decorations, like paper ghosts and candles that were probably supposed to resemble pumpkins, but did not look or smell like them at all.

When they walked around, they started to relax more and more, the poor attempts at scaring them being more funny than scary.

- Did anybody put any thought into this? – Mikey giggled, looking at the so obviously drawn with a marker cracks in the mirror of the fifth bathroom they entered.

- This is what projects done 3 hours before the deadline look like – Donnie deadpanned, gesturing towards the oh, so scary writing and hand prints on the walls and floor – This literally looks like ketchup.

- Maybe it is ketchup? – Mikey examined the fake blood with a hand on his chin.

- Doubt it. It doesn’t really smell like ketchup, and replacing it every few days would be way too expensive for the most likely low bugdet the owners probably have.

- Eh, with how little care this place has, they could technically just leave it there and Raph are you trying to lick the fake blood i swear to god-

After making sure Raph doesn’t  eat any decorations, they went into the final room, which was visibly more thought out than the rest of the building. Which wasn’t saying much, but it was something, at least.

It was a longer hallway with almost no light,crookedly hanged paintings they could barely make out, peeled wallpapers with rusted nails sticking out, which were obviously just nails painted orange, even with the poor lighting.

The turtles went in, still not scared but noticing the change. Mikey, who was in the front, walked forward, trying to make out the different paintings on the wall since he was pretty sure most of them were just top results from pinterest, not hearing the (not very subtle) creek of the wood above him.

And suddenly something jumped into his face from the ceiling with a loud screech and he couldn’t stop the shriek he let out, instictively clinging to Raph who wasn’t doing much better. And it got worse when suddenly something wet got thrown right at them, staining their costumes. The wall next to them opened, showing another hallway, where they could see the door with a bright „EXIT” sign.

They left the room and now, in good lighting, they could see that their clothes had splatters of the same fake blood from earlier rooms which, now that they noticed it, actually smelled really bad. Mikey looked over the damage to their costumes in annoyance, already thinking about how hard it will be to get rid of them and-

- Donnie, why is your costume just fine?

- Well, while you two were screaming like little girls-

-We were not-

- I decided to hide behind our beloved oldest brother, letting him take the brunt of it.

- You used Raph as a meat shield??

- That’s one way to call it – Donnie said, already heading towards the bright green „Gift shop” sign.

Mikey pouted, but only settled for a glare in Donnie’s direction, hopping onto Raph’s shell.

- Hey, don’t worry, big man! At least we’re still matching – Raph pointed out, gesturing to their cat onesies.

- Yea, we look like street cats now – Mikey snickered, poking Raph’s forehead – Still can’t believe we convinced you to wear this thing as a costume.

- Raph doesn’t turn away from a dare – the snapper grinned in response - Besides, I can look like a boss in everything!

- Yeah, unlike Donnie with his boring suit no one recognized.

- Excuse you-?!

Donnie started ranting for the next 10 minutes about how he was „obviously dressed up as Robert Oppenheimer” and how „the education system is in shambles if no one can recognize something so apparent”. He stopped after a bit, realizing his brothers didn’t listen to a word he was saying, then joined them looking through different souvenirs in the gift shop. Everything was overpriced to all hell, predictably, but there were a few fun things that they played with, only messing with them and not buying them because of the very poor quality.

There was also some food you could buy at the counter, which they weren’t sure was decorated to look expired or actually sat there for 3 weeks.

They looked over the snacks, their eyes drawn to the „zombie slushies”.

Mikey looked at Raph, already knowing the answer to his question but still asking:

- You’re going to try it, aren’t you.

- Yes. Yes I will.

They bought the slushie, the cashier looking at them like she wanted to be anywhere else but here. It was warm and cold at the same time, looking like a bunch of crushed ice, blue so faded it was practically gray, with water on the bottom. There were also weird, differently colored chunks in it that they decided weren’t poisonous. Probably.

Raph chugged the drink in one go and barely, barely stifled a gag, almost dropping Mikey. Apparently it tasted like battery acid with a hint of blueberry mixed with sewer water.

They left the haunted house, Raph looking a bit greener than usual. He didn’t throw up though, which they still counted as a win.

The turtles decided it was time to get home. The moment they got back in the lair they took off their costumes, Mikey and Raph throwing theirs into the washing machine, then got into hoodies and pajamas, deciding to do a turtle pile in the living room. They turned on the TV, sound quiet and brightness low, just to have something in the background, munching on their candy and enjoying the comfortable silence.

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Donnie and his backup turtles + April (Donnie stop calling us that) (No die) (fight fight fight) (Lol)

NeonLeon9000: how tf did she even do that

GreenApricot: idk?? turns out you can fix a coffee machine by fist fighting it with an ungodly amount of glitter pens

GreenApricot: the more you know

NeonLeon9000: i swear casey is going to tunr out to be a lab experiment or something and i will not be suprised becuase how does she even exist

Big Brother Who Is The Biggest: do I even wanna know?

NeonLeon9000: if you wann sleep at night then no

NeonLeon9000: /srs

LocalChef: Well that’s terrifying!

NeonLeon9000: btw im staying at usagis tonight

NeonLeon9000: we r having a slumber party

NeonLeon9000: more slumber less party but still

LocalChef: Are you coming back in the morning or are you staying there until later? I can save you some breakfast if you want!

NeonLeon9000: Nah me n usagi ar gonna go out and get some food

NeonLeon9000: thx tho <3

LocalChef: <3

NeonLeon9000: btw did you go to that haunted house i told you abt or did you chicken out

NeonLeon9000: i think we can all guess the answer

LocalChef: nvm I’m taking that heart back

Big Brother Who Is The Biggest: We all went together, actually! Lots of fun

NeonLeon9000: no offense raph but i still dont trust you bc of the candy thing

NeonLeon9000: pics or it didn’t happen

BootyyyShaker9000: [A picture of Mikey and Raph clinging to each other while screaming in the haunted house]

BootyyyShaker9000: Glad I could capture this lovely moment.

GreenApricot:SKDSDJHSJKJKDS

NeonLeon9000:LMAOO

LocalChef: WHATT

LocalChef: BETRAYAL ╰（‵□′）╯

NeonLeon9000:bet yall screamed like toddlers

NeonLeon9000: don please tell me you recorded it

BootyyyShaker9000: Who do you take me for?

BootyyyShaker9000: [sound file]

BootyyyShaker9000: Best quality on the market.

GreenApricot: Y’all are never living this down lol

Big Brother Who Is The Biggest: puts head in hands

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Bonus: Favorite candy of all the turtles!

Leo: Blue raspberry flavored gummy bears, jelly worms, Oreos, cotton candy

Mikey: Candy jewelery, any halloween related candy, caramel apples (especially with spooky food coloring), sour strips, candy corn,

Donnie: grape flavored bubble tape, purple skittles, grape flavored „Dum-Dums” -  lolipops, nerds

Raph: Candy jewelery, hard candy, original skittles, peppermints

#rottmnt #fanfic #fanfiction #rottmnt trick or treat exchange 2023 #rottmnt trick or treat exchange

[hyenaswine]

i am. so completely obsessed with these 2 wonderful historical artifacts that @physiqueandfantasy gave me. i think i'm going to have to scan them, because they need to be shared. left issue is from 1979 & right is from 1981 - the pictures are fine (there are only a few each issue), but primarily what i love are the letters to the editor, reviews/commentary on arts & culture, health & sex advice, cartoons, & PERSONAL ADS. hundreds & hundreds of gay personal ads from all around the world, & they are so WILD. the purpose of stars was to connect guys so they could write to each other or hook up or exchange dirty pictures or whatever. i'm so in love with these personals, lou & i spent like an hour reading every single one. i haven't even gotten to the second issue yet because it feels like eating a whole bag of candy, i need to save it & pace myself. i would love to collect more issues because i'm just absolutely delighted by these two beautiful gifts from the past.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 10: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (3/3)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1724

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This story was originally posted in 2014

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Killian surged forward, lips crashing against hers, body pressing her to the immutable surface of her apartment door, arms binding her to him.

Good thing too.  At the touch of his lips against hers, the sensation of his tongue seeking entrance, the feel of his heart racing beneath her hand trapped between them, Emma sagged and her knees threatened to buckle altogether.

Emma opened for him, moaning his name as his tongue came to tangle with hers.  She rose to her toes, threading her fingers through his hair, seeking to bring him ever closer, they would never be close enough. 

Her apartment complex was normally a busy bustling place, but tonight, at 11:30 on Christmas Eve night, it was as empty as Gold’s black heart.  Just as well.  The way she and Killian were going at it, anyone passing by was liable to get quite the show—and definitely not one suited to children.

With a groan Killian pulled away, but Emma was having none of it.  She wasn’t done kissing him yet; not nearly.  She chased his lips with her own, giving her pirate no quarter.

“Emma,” he moaned, as he gave up all attempts at resistance and met her head on.

They’d just returned from the town Christmas party at Granny’s.  Her mom had really outdone herself with that one.  The food, laughter and eggnog flowed abundantly.  Everyone seemed to have imbibed the Christmas spirit, buoyed, no doubt by the fact that they’d gone a full month without a villain in sight. 

It seemed Killian had enjoyed his first Christmas party.  He’d particularly enjoyed the dirty Santa gift exchange, throwing himself into the spirit of the game with wild abandon.  He’d put his pirate skills to good use, stealing one after another of his neighbors’ gifts.  Emma suspected it was more for the thrill of mayor-sanctioned theft than it was for the actual gifts he’d gained.  She laughingly said as much to him as he gleefully stole a bottle of lavender-scented bath salts from under Ruby’s very nose.

“You’re really going to tell me you want girly bath salts?” she’d teased.

“And why not?” he’d asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes.  “I happen to be well aware that you favor the scent of lavender.  It was my hope that were I to acquire these salts I might persuade you to…um…help me put them to use.”

When all was said and done, Killian had been left with a gift certificate for free dinner at Granny’s for a week.  She….well, she’d made a last minute swap for the bath salts, a fact that made Killian’s eyes light up like a kid let loose in a candy shop.

When the party broke up, Killian walked her back to her apartment door where he was currently kissing her so thoroughly she could barely remember her own name.

After long moments, Killian pulled away and then rested his forehead against hers.  “Best we slow down love,” he said breathlessly.  “Much longer, and we’re bound to start a conflagration that will consume this entire building.”

“Yeah,” she said, equally breathless.  “But what a way to go.”

He laughed and took a step back.  “I suppose it’s time I take my leave.  You’re to be at your parents’ bright and early tomorrow for Christmas morning festivities.”

Emma took hold of the lapels of Killian’s coat and gave him another quick peck.  “You mean we’re to be at my parents’ bright and early.”

He looked suddenly uncertain.  “I don’t wish to impose.  It is after all a family event.”

Emma shook her head, her heart turning over with tenderness for this man.  “When are you going to learn that you are family?  We all want you there, and I, well, I’d really miss you if you bailed on us.  Besides, if you don’t join us for Christmas morning, when am I going to get to give you my gift?”

“You bought me a gift?”  His voice was awestruck.

“Of course!  I have a feeling you’re going to like it too.”

Emma knew how much he enjoyed reading.  His cabin on the Jolly Roger had been practically covered, floor to ceiling with books.  She’d bought him as many of this realm’s pirate tales and stories as she could get her hands on.

“There’s no doubt of that, love,” he said gently.  “I have a gift for you as well, but I have been assured that Christmas is the day for gift giving.  It would be quite bad form to spoil my surprise the night before.”

“All the more reason to join us in the morning.”

His smile turned infinitely tender, and he cupped her cheek.  “I’d love to be there, Swan.  Which is, of course, why I’d best take my leave so that you can get your rest for the big day.”

Emma’s eyes flitted away from his for a moment before focusing back on him.  “Stay with me tonight?  Henry’s staying with Regina, and, well, no one should have to spend Christmas Eve alone.”

Killian dragged in a ragged breath.  “I’d be honored to spend the remainder of Christmas Eve with you.

Emma unlocked her apartment, gave Killian another quick kiss and then waved him in behind her.  “Go ahead and plug in the tree; maybe see about starting a fire.  I’ll make us some cocoa.”

After their conversation in the woods, Killian and Henry had tag teamed her until she’d agreed to just about every Christmas tradition Henry could think of.  The three of them had bought and cut down a Christmas tree, decorated the thing within an inch of its life (Killian’s hook being surprisingly handy in the endeavor), hung all three of their stockings by the chimney with care, and baked and decorated what felt like enough Christmas cookies for the entire town.  When Killian learned of the tradition of sending people Christmas cards, he’d even convinced her to send the damn things out—complete with a photo of the three of them sitting before the fire, steaming mugs of cocoa in hand, the lit tree in the background.

It was cheesy as hell.

She loved it.

She finished preparing their drinks—which for her consisted of boiling water and pouring it over packets of cocoa mix—and then headed for the living room.

“Well, you’ve made good use of your time,” she said with a smile.  The tree was lit, a roaring fire crackled in the hearth, and a smug pirate sat on the rug before it, surrounded by pillows.

“I aim to please darling.” 

She sat beside him, depositing their cocoa on the end table and settling in his waiting arms.

“I do believe you’re forgetting something, love,” he said, mischief in every syllable.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Look and see for yourself.”

Emma sat up and stifled a laugh.  The idiot sat before her holding the largest sprig of mistletoe she’d ever seen.  She leaned forward and kissed him playfully.  “You’re insatiable.”

“Aye,” he said, returning the kiss with exuberance, “but you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

Without warning, it all crashed over her once again.  She’d nearly lost him.  His heart had nearly been crushed in front of her, and she’d been powerless to stop it.  The memory made her start to shake, and Emma clung to Killian so tightly he’d end up with bruises in the morning.  She buried her face in his neck and breathed him in, her hand slipping beneath his shirt to rest over his heart.  She needed this; she needed the confirmation that he was still there, that his heart was still where it belonged.

“Emma, love,” he said, rubbing her back, “is something the matter?”

Emma forced herself to sit up and look him in the eye.  If nearly losing him had taught her anything, it was that every day with this man was a gift—a gift that could be snatched from her at any moment.  The fact that he might have died not knowing, not truly knowing how she felt about him was like a slap to the face.   She needed to remedy that.  Immediately.  Emma was terrified to say the words, but it was time; it was far past time.

“Killian, I…I just need you to know something.”

“Very well, Swan,” he said hesitantly, “you do know there is nothing you cannot tell me, do you not?”

“Yeah,” She took a deep breath and then plunged in.  “It’s just that…well, I don’t know how to do this but just come out and say it:  I love you.  I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.  It scares the hell out of me, but, well, I just needed you to know.  Whatever happens, no matter how many evil villains try to tear us apart, I needed you to know.  I need you to…”

He leaned forward and captured her lips, effectively cutting off what was threatening to turn into babbling.  This kiss was different, soft, gentle, unhurried.  Emma reached up between them and caressed his face with gentle strokes.  This was right.  This man was it for her.  If he’d died up there in the clock tower she didn’t know how she’d ever have survived it.”

“I love you too,” he whispered as he finally pulled away.  “Until the end of time, I’ll love you. With every breath I take, every beat of my heart, I love you. There’ll never be another for me but you.”

She grinned against his chest.  “Better not be.”

“No other lass stands the ghost of a chance against you.  I swear to be unfailingly true to you until I take my last breath and long, long after.”

“I know,” she said tremulously.  “And you can expect the same from me.”

He gathered her back into her arms and they sat in silence for some time.  When he spoke again, the teasing note was back in his voice.  “So, Swan, how do you propose we while away the rest of this Christmas Eve?”

She sat back and gave him a grin.  “Well, I was thinking we could resume that make out session we had going on outside…and then we could, kind of, see where that takes us.”

“That, Swan, is the best idea you’ve had all year.”

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#christmas reruns 2023 #cs fanfiction #captain swan christmas ff #my fanfiction #have yourself a merry little christmas

[crimsonv1]

"Chocolate Milk Gifts"

Corey cunningham x reader

Smut / Drabble

Top!reader x Sub!Corey , Riding, Mommy kink,

!!

I am not in charge of who interacts and I am not liable for any overdose of media :)

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Ever since you saw him on the ground, wincing at the glass shards in his hand you recognized the Corey Cunningham.

Sometimes you would see him here and there, and other times you would follow him places.

You knew he was shy and you wondered if you would take advantage of that to get his attention, but you thought that would be mean.

So you followed him before his shift at the mechanics, into the gas station. You waited patiently at the chocolate milk isle.

You looked away until he went to grab one, and you conveniently reached up- not to the lines of chocolate milk cartons below you or at your level- but to the one you couldn't reach. You stood on your tippy toes as if you couldn't even touch it-

He soon took notice and grabbed a second one, giving it to you. You smiled and thanked him- and rushed to pull out your wallet , sighing loud.

"Hey …do you have any extra money? You don't have to- I just love chocolate milk and don't have any cash on me…" you awkwardly asked.

He stood there for a minute, eyes wide and then calmed down.

,"U-uh yeah, sure- I'll buy it for you no problem."

You smiled, "thank you!"

You both walked up to the cash register, you searched for candies below and pulled come cents out of your wallet, you payed for your candy and Corey handed you the carton of chocolate milk

You both walked out of the store together and then you brought up the words,

"Hey, you're Corey cunningham right?"

He looked away for a minute, ashamed and said "y-yeah."

"Oh no worries, nice glasses by the way." You smiled

"Thank you- uh"

"Do you have any plans tonight?"

You asked, if he said no to a date you had no lashback because you barely knew him so there was barely any anxiety worked up in you. Plus, he was shy.

"Uh, no..I guess not-"

You thought up an idea, quickly and asked him as soon as you thought it.

"Would you be okay to go to that restraunt down the road of here, and then come and watch a movie at my place? I just uh-"

You knew the last part sounded Wierd, and lustful.

"- have no one to do it with, I haven't in a few..y-" you cut yourself off at the last part saving your embarrassment from the obvious lie.

"Sure! Can you text me- when to come? I can pick you up.." he sounded almost so joyful, you smiled and put out you hand, for a minute he was quizzed but soon put his phone in your hand. You exchanged numbers and addresses,

<333

Later that night, you got in a [outfit] and put light makeup on, brushing your hair out neatly until you heard a knock at your door.

You saw Corey in his same jacket, trying to look clean but you thought the dirty messed up look did great for him. He had one rose in his hand picked from presumably a garden by his hand, you took it and set it in your home. "Thank you for the rose!" You smiled

"Thank you for uh…meeting up with me," he laughed, and you both rode on his motorcycle to the restraunt,

After people - grown men, picking on him persistently, you shot then a glare and called them crude in appropriate names and laughed like a middle school boy. They just were left with a look of disgust and left. Once you both were done, Corey insisted on paying and once you both left he stopped his motorcycle at your place. You got inside, at the freshly set up good smelling place. You wiped your makeup off and changed into some short shorts and a t shirt.

You sat on the couch as Corey took his jacket off and went through the DVDs

Knowing his past, or incident you asked innocently, "are you okay with gory horror movies or uh- no?"

"Uh…yeah I'm fine with them." He sighed.

You put in a movie and laid back as you watched it. It was an og, so you enjoyed it. You saw how Corey barely winced at them, so you probably shouldn't make assumptions about him.

You remembered a gift you had got and tapped Corey,

"Hey corey- uh can you come to my room? I got a gift!" You smiled. You soon pulled out a nice hoodie you bought in his size and gave it to him, he looked so happy.

"Thank you!" He smiled as he looked around at things in your room,

He tugged on a droo

r but it wouldn't open, so he tugged a bit harder and found ehm….

*Toys*

You heard the door and whipped your head, "uh! I-" you stuttered

"Sorry!" His face flushed,

You giggled, at his state right now. His face was red and he wasn't looking straight at you. Rather at his hands adjusting his glasses.

"So- you got a girlfriend right? What's the name again-" you lied,

"Uh- no..I don't"

"Oh- wrong person…must've confused you" you backed up your lie.

You scooted closer to him,

"You- have something right here…" you stood on your toes, and .

Kissed him, he couldn't speak for a moment neither could you

"Sorry..!" You said

Before you could say anything else, he kissed back, his hands went to your sides.

Your hands went up to his covered chest.

"Could we..?" You implied, not being your first time , (or was ? Idk🤨) Corey stood dumbfounded for a moment,

"I uh! Its- well I've never really…" he gasped.

"You don't have to, I'll help you " you said, smiling.

He nodded frantically and went to sit on the bed. You sat on top of him and started undressing, Corey sat with a bit of drool spilling.

You giggled, he caught himself and his face. He tugged at his own shirt and removed it, throwing it to the unknown pile.

You took off your shorts, and he did the same with his pants, quickly removing them. He scooted back on the bed and you slowly took off your underwear, doing the same with his boxers.

Your hands flew to his shoulders, and you adjusted yourself above him, you looked at him for reassurance and he nodded

"I need words Corey,"

"Y-yes.."

"I'm on the pill, (or preference you had those type removed from ur body Idc😊)

You reached you hand down and slowly jerked him off, teasing him

"F- fuck" he moaned.

While his eyes were closed you sat down on his cock. "Oh, fuck y/n, fuck" his head slammed back

You sat there for a minute as he regained from what just happened

"K-keep going, please, please" he moaned breathless.

"What do you want? Use your words good boy" He became flushed again at that,

"I- I need you, to move please…mommy"

You felt something as he said that, you just felt so amazing.

You went up, and slammed down again, going at a faster pace each time.

He was a moaning mess and he soon came , you kept going- overstimulating him until you came on him.

"Ple-please no more please, fuck" he moaned. You lifted off of him and got a towel to clean him off,

You put on new underwear and wore the same night outfit , Corey stayed the way he was. You giggled at him forgetting to take off his glasses. You snuggled in bed beside him and laid hugging him

"I love you Corey.." you said, drifting off to sleep

"I, love you too." He hugged you tighter. You took off his glasses and put it on your bedside table

You both fell asleep at that, snuggled by eachother.

BONUS!!:>

You both woke up the morning after, you got up first and yawned, realizing your dream wasn't a dream after all. He got up after, and was speechless and flushed as hell. You put your hand in his hair and played with it until he was calm, laying on your thighs

"Won't people..judge you- for ….being with me?" Corey said

"No one judges ME, plus, I love you either way Corey. You're just too cute , and you always were " you kissed his head.

#corey cunningham #x reader #halloween ends

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

HI CY! I have come with headcanon asks for thee

☆ - happy headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

I'm interested in any/all the OCs you wanna answer this for!

it's been about three hundred years since you sent this but well

here we go this only includes the first two because. things may have escalated a little.

☆ - happy headcanon

Cylas loves singing and does so a lot while doing chores. Catch her doing the dishes while singing and dancing around. Or don't, because they are a little insecure - about their "dancing", at least. Also makes bomb-ass apple pie. And Slutty Brownies - and no, I did not come up with that name.

While Selena isn't big on socialising herself because it exhausts her, she does enjoy watching the rest of the family interact. The positive - albeit chaotic - energy makes her happy, even if she is only passively existing. Also doesn't mind being talked to/at, having her hair braided, or Baby putting make-up on her.

Candy loves spending time with her friends or the neighbourhood children. Or both. One thing most people who see her probably wouldn't expect is that she doesn't hesitate to get dirty (though she prefers to be prepared and wear appropriate clothes). No matter if it's going to the playground or down to the river - she's probably up for it. Would risk her life to keep the people she cares about safe.

When not at work or occupied with uni stuff, Taylor likes to spend time in the public library. It's an older building, fairly cool even in summer, and most other students go to the university library. On of their favourite activities, however, takes place on the weekend. Every Saturday is "board game day" - the library always has and rents out games, but Saturdays are the days most people have time, and with the help of some local businesses and volunteers it has become possible to provide snacks and drinks for visitors.

Esther is happiest when working in the gardens. She likes the children and work in the community center, but... being away from people can be nice at times. When she's home, she works on a quilt - not one to donate, but a special one, for herself. And her future husband. No matter what life throws at her, she is convinced that she will get her happy ending.

Alicia basically lives and breathes music. It was hard to get used to being out and around people, but she has realised that being in a club or a party and taking control of the music is her happy place. Another thing is that her friends basically have to expect mixtapes (or, for the more "modern" ones, CDs, memory sticks, or simply Spotify playlists).

Even though she usually does try to hide it, Cathryn is a softie. This side might not come out around strangers or people she dislikes, but especially around her family and Alicia she can be very physically affectionate. She also tries to avoid fights and is better at controlling her temper. One of her and her sister's first sewing projects ended up being fabric dolls, rather simple, and the seams were not the cleanest, but the dolls were finished. Cathryn and her sister exchanged the dolls, gifting them to the other so they'd always be together (symbolically), and both dolls still live with their assigned owner.

Rón actually quite enjoys friendships. Regular, platonic friendships. With most people being instinctively drawn to him it can be difficult to find people who really care about his personality and don't just want him sexually or romantically. Loves sleepovers. Pillow fights, popcorn, face masks, painting each other's nails - the whole thing. Some might argue that he's "too old" for that kind of stuff, but he doesn't care. Meanies don't get access to the pillow fort.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Considering that they get lost in thoughts and daydreams easily, things such as chores or even just brushing their teeth can take Cylas longer than the average person. If a volume slider has numbers, it always must be on an even number. She loves making friendship bracelets and gifts in general, and also bakes a lot for people. Or maybe they bake because they want to and people just profit from the fact that she can’t eat everything on her own. Not every time at least.

Selena is quite nocturnal and tends to even read or sew in just moonlight – which usually earns her (gentle) criticism from Mama, saying that she’ll ruin her eyes that way. She also isn’t always the best with colours, or the “proper” combination of them. Baby helps her get dressed (or at least checks her choice of clothing), and some past artwork has made Otis cringe. But she is learning. Also, very sensitive to spicy food, or spices in general. At the convent they didn’t get any complex meals, maybe there’d be some herbs and salt, but everything else is new to her.

Candy has issues painting her fingernails. Usually, keeping her hands still isn’t a problem, regardless of whether it’s make-up, cooking, or art. She can even paint other people’s nails without any trouble. But when she does it for her own nails, a lot of nail polish ends up on her fingers as well. Usually, her mum, Charlie, or even Chester help her.

Even though Taylor’s notebooks look quite chaotic with loose sheets sticking out and random notes scribbled everywhere, their working spaces at home are neat and tidy (for the most part). If they get really into researching a specific topic or exams are coming up, there might be some books stacked up in unusual spaces, but they usually prefer some degree of order. They also have one specific mug they swear their tea tastes best out of. Sometimes when they travel or know they’ll be out for longer, they take the mug along. People always wonder how they manage to keep it from breaking.

Every year, Esther makes Easter bread and rolls, despite living alone, and uses her mum’s recipe. She left a whole book with handwritten recipes, collected and sometimes edited over decades. There even are some that were added, annotated, or slightly varied by the twins (mostly Rahab, though). She hasn’t had much to add herself so far, usually sticking with what she knows, but she is looking forward to learning new things from her future partner and family. She hates doing the dishes.

Initially, it was Jenny who’d always get hair dye, bleach, and dye Alicia’s hair. Eventually, she was able to buy the dye and bleach on her own, though she usually let someone help her with the whole process. But even then, she insisted on getting the same brand Jenny had used and still does. If the store doesn’t have the brand and it can’t be ordered, she’ll wait. Though at this point, she and Cathryn are always keeping some as a reserve.

Cathryn loves garlic bread. Yes, welcome to this universe where vampires can not only eat and enjoy normal food, but also aren’t bothered by garlic. And I think I mentioned this before, but this girl does not believe/realise how not-straight she sometimes looks. She could be wearing a rainbow suit, have “lesbian” written on her forehead, and be out with Alicia, but still deny looking particularly gay. Hates jogging or running because she gets bored easily.

Rón is very particular about his sea glass art, which pieces and colours he picks, what shape, etc. He knows that to people buying his things it probably wouldn’t matter, and they most likely wouldn’t even notice the tiny details he picks up on, but he needs to be satisfied with his creations. However, this can mean that a project will be left as a work-in-progress for weeks or even months while he is searching for the perfect piece. He also seems to have a strange relationship with or understanding of sea gulls. They never try to steal his food, and has never been shat on. Even if the very things happen to everyone around him.

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[m-jelly]

King of the festival

Country living series!

Pairing: Levi x Reader.

Genre and tags: Romance, being a couple, country living, fluff, cute, Levi being sweet.

Concept: The town festival is all set up and it's time to have some fun. Levi - the town sheriff - takes you on a date to the festival. While there, Levi keeps winning at everything so he can gift you as many prizes as possible. Levi does so well, that he is announced the King of the festival.

You fixed your cute summer dress and smiled at Levi waiting for you by the front door. "Sorry for the wait, I'm here now."

He glanced over at you and smiled in delight. "Look at you."

You twirled for him. "Thought I'd be a classic country girl."

He held your hand and pulled you close against him. "My wife looks like a sweet little cherry I just want to eat." He growled and nibbled the crook of your neck making you squeal a laugh. "You sound so delicious. How about we skip the festival and go to bed so I can enjoy this nice outfit."

You hummed a laugh. "But I want a toffee apple and candy floss."

He pulled back and gasped. "Oh! I better get that for you. You deserve everything."

You giggled as your husband ran with you out of the house and into the street. The summer sun was slowly setting, but the town was lively with fun in the air. People were talking, singing and laughing. Drinks were exchanged, foods tried and games played. Children ran around the two of you bringing a longing feeling into both you and Levi, you were trying and holding out hope that a baby Ackerman would be welcomed soon.

"Sugarplum?" Levi held an apple out towards you. "Your toffee apple."

You took it and blushed. "Thank you."

"What were you thinking about?"

You nibbled your lip. "Baby."

He put his arm around you and squeezed your bum. "We'll have one soon. We've been working very hard on it."

You giggled as the memories fluttered through your head. "Yes."

He kissed the side of your head. "How about a game?" He wanted to distract you a little from all the worry. "I can win you something."

You blushed a little and looked at all the games. "Oh, that's a cute bear."

Levi led you over to the ball game. He threw the balls at the target and won you the bear. He led you to the water gun game and filled up the balloon the fastest. He handed you a lama toy and moved on to a shooting game and got you a cute cat that looked like Levi. Levi kept winning you things and enjoyed the sweet smile on your face when you cheered for him.

He led you to the food section and sat down. "What would you like, my love?"

You hummed a little. "Hotdog!"

He kissed your forehead. "I'll get one just how you like it. You want a lemonade?"

"Please." You smiled as Levi wandered off and left you with all your toys. You hugged them tightly with a blush on your face. "Hmm. He's the best."

Levi hurried back over to you with a tray of food. He ate with you and cleaned your face when you got dirty. "It's pretty good this festival."

You sipped your lemonade and hummed. "It's amazing."

He smiled a little. "You having fun?"

You nodded. "I'm having a great time."

"I'm glad." He pulled you close and kissed your neck. "Want some pudding?"

You pouted a little. "I shouldn't."

"Well, I'm having churros." He walked over to get them and returned to you. "Mm, so good. Chocolate dipping sauce too."

You shuffled closer. "Can I have some?"

He pushed the tray closer. "I bought a share one."

You helped yourself and hummed in happiness. "You knew I'd want some, didn't you?"

"I know you, my love. You say you don't want sweet things because you're worried about your weight." He kissed you before tapping his forehead against yours. "You are unbelievably perfect to me."

You whined and hugged him. "You're too good to me."

"Sheriff?" You both looked at the mayor. She smiled at you both. "Would you come to the main stage?"

Levi stood up and sighed. "I have nothing to say speech wise, but alright."

You followed along "Good luck, my love."

He kissed your cheek and climbed up. He sighed as people talked about the festivities and how it was a success. He looked confused when they announced Levi as the king of the festival. He blushed when they put a crown on his head.

Levi rubbed the back of his neck. "I uhh...thanks? I was just having fun with my wife. I'm also just your sheriff. Thanks though. Does this mean my wife is the Queen?"

The mayor nodded. "Yes! How can we not make our top local baker the Queen. Thank you Mrs Ackerman for the baked goods allowing us to raise money for charity. Come on up."

You blushed hard and walked up onto the stage. You accepted your crown and stood next to your husband. "Thank you. Umm, I'm going to go now."

Levi walked you off the stage and led you home. "No music and dancing?"

You shook your head. "I just wanna go home with you. I wanna cuddle in our back garden swing and look out at the lake with a nice ice cold lemonade."

He pulled you close. "Perfect." He guided you home and helped you put the toys on the sofa. He grabbed the lemonade and found you with a blanket on your legs in the swing seat. "You look lovely."

You smiled softly. "You do too." You took your crown off and ruffled your hair. "King and Queen, huh?"

Levi handed you your drink before snuggling up to you. "I wasn't expecting it."

"I wasn't."

He took his crown off and tossed it on the grass, then he tossed yours. "People are going to be talking about that for a while."

You huffed a sigh. "Yup. Well, at least it was me and you together."

He kissed your cheek over and over. "You'll always be my Queen. You're my one and only."

You wrapped yourself around your husband. "You're my King."

Levi pushed his foot on the floor and moved the swing as you both watched the sun full set and nature at night came to life. The bands were playing music in the distance. Levi hummed along to a song being played. His deep voice vibrated and soothed you. You both felt so at peace.

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[thatmexisaurusrex]

Hi! For the very normal fic writer ask: #12?

Attempt to make a monster by assigning each of your fics a body part, eh? 😂 well, I can't just use all my fics individually. There are enough body parts to use, yeah, but I'd have to start like 😂 assigning pinky bones and a spleen or something 🤣 Let's do something like this:

My Canon Divergent Series like The Bucky Quest Saga, A Captain and His Bucky, You're a Sunflower (I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much), Loving Are All-Seeing Men and Midgardian Captains, The Marriage Game, I didn’t get to tell you goodbye, Captain America, The White Wolf, and the Winter Soldier, Sam and Bucky's Cabin, Time After Time, Back in the Gulf, sometimes that's all we need, Five Times Bucky Got Dirty and the One Time Bucky Got Sam Dirty, Playing with Fire, You'll Never Be My Maybe, and Meanwhile..., A Surprise Visit - they're all the head since I started writing fics again with Bucky Quest.

My Fantasy AUs like Golden is the Sun, His Wingless Stranger, ESCAPE TO WAKANDA, The White Wolf Apothecary, Star Wars Episode IV.V: The Phantom Hookup, The Little White Wolf, Joaquín Torres Monster Hunter, The Two Strangers, Impractical Magic, Reaching Out For You, Canary in the Coal Mine, The Selkie and the Pirate Elect, The Hypothetical, The Midnight Lover, and Sam Wilson and the Olympians - they're the heart because I enjoy playing around with fantasy and sci-fi concepts.

My No Powers AUs like A No Snow Christmas, The Only Thing That I Refuse to Forget, A Night With You, My Best Friend's Brother, If I Take You Home, For the Holidays, From That Show, and Walking and Running to You are the romcom book surgically attached to the body because they're mostly fluff.

My anthologies like The SamBucky Halloween 2021 Anthology, The WinterFalcon Week 2021, The Nine Short Dates with Sam and Bucky, The Sambtember Ficlets and Drabble Anthology, The Kinktober Collection 2021, Water They Waiting For, Captains and Falcons and White Wolves, Or My!, MYSU Holiday Gift Exchange 2021, SamBucky Library's Candy Hearts Event 2022, SamBucky Library's Candy Hearts Event 2022 Fic Anthology, The Daily SamBucky Fluff Diary Auxiliary Stories, MYSU Valentine's Day Bingo 2022 Fic Anthology, The Tush Collection, My SamBucky AU Week 2022 Collection, Drabbles and Ficlets for Samtember 2022, WinterFalcon Bingo Round Two 2022-2023 Bingo Fills, SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2022, the Sam Wilson Bingo Round 2, the SamBucky Festive Bingo 2022, TFATWS Anniversary 2023 Fics, All Caps Bingo Round One 2023 Fills, SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 Fills, Samtember 2023 Fills, SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2023 Fills, SamBucky Gift Event 2023 Fics, and SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2024 Fics are like the bones and organs of the body because they keep the body working.

My  SamBucky One-Shots and Other One-Shots are hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, little pretty accents to the body.

Idk if that makes a lot of sense, but I'd I think this feels right. It's definitely a chaotic mess 😂

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[invisibleraven]

15 for Reggie ship of your choice?

Reggie is more surprised than anyone to be invited to Carrie Wilson's holiday party. But there's an invitation with his name on it in Carrie's distinctive pink scrawl waiting in his locker, so he figures it's not a prank.

Thankfully the band is also invited, and when he asks Julie about it, she shrugs saying that she and Carrie were on friendly enough terms now, so she wasn't going to snub the invite. They gather together and put on some nicer clothes, all festive colours and fun holiday themed socks. Reggie loves the adorable Santa Grogu socks that Flynn found him, and is delighted to find out that they came in a three pack, with Flynn winking that he might just get the other two pairs come Christmas.

They arrive at the Wilson's Malibu mansion, absolutely bedecked with lights just as the party is supposed to start. An actual butler opens the door, even if his bowtie is red and green plaid instead of the usual black. They follow the sound of the music, and find the party in full swing.

The Dirty Candi girls are milling around with the lacrosse team, some of the cheerleaders leading a holiday themed karaoke in the corner. There's tables of food and drinks, and the whole house looks like Christmas exploded on it. Reggie honestly feels kind of lame in his nicer red flannel with his tin of cookies clutched in his hands.

Carrie flounced over to them, greeting them all, then stops when Reggie thrusts the tin at her, avoiding her gaze as he blushes. "My MeeMaw said you should always bring the hostess a gift for parties. It's just some shortbreads and sugar cookies."

"My favourites!" Carrie exclaimed, and Reggie heard the faint tinkle of bells, finally turning to look at her and he had to stop. Because Carrie Wilson, one of the most fashionable people he knows (never telling Flynn he thinks that, by the way) is wearing an ugly Christmas sweater.

It is a bright vibrant green, and covered in pom-poms and bells in the shape of a tree. Her skirt is a cheery red colour and lined with golden tinsel and falls just above her knees, leading down to her candy cane striped socks and honest to goodness pointed toe elf shoes.

Carrie notices him eyeing her outfit and gives a little twirl, her bells ringing as she does. "Don't you just love my outfit?"

"It's very uh, festive," Reggie replies.

"I'm bummed I didn't wear my sweater just like that one," Luke snickers, earning him an elbow to the side from Julie. The group exchange pleasantries for a bit before going to get some snacks (Julie, Luke, and Flynn), or to the dance floor (Alex and Willie), leaving Reggie alone with Carrie.

"Were... were we supposed to wear ugly sweaters?" Reggie asks.

"Nah, I just wanted to," Carrie replied. "It's the one time of the year I can get away with wearing something so deranged and not get judged about it. Plus it's kind of fun making music wherever I go."

"You do that anyways," Reggie said. "You're always humming under your breath in class, coming up with your next hit song. Or singing along quietly as you go through the halls."

Carrie looks at him then, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. "I didn't think anyone noticed."

"I tend to notice a lot about you," Reggie admitted. "You try to appear really aloof, but I dunno, I think you have a soft side. The outfit kind of proves it."

"What else does it prove?" Carrie asked, a smile gracing her features.

"Well, you definitely have a whimsical side, and I don't know if you made it, or you designed it, but I bet you did, you're so creative. It's you. A little musical, a little goofy, and very over the top. But... you do look good in it."

Carrie took a step closer, running a gentle finger from his collar bone to the pocket of his flannel. "You look good too."

"I look like I always do though?" Reggie said, confused. Carrie smiled even wider and Reggie bit his lip as he blushed, realizing what she meant. "You wanna go eat the cookies I brought and then maybe dance?"

"Sounds good," Carrie replied. "I know the best spot too, come on." She dragged them towards the kitchen, out of view. And if she caught Reggie under the mistletoe there, well he didn't mind one bit about the pit stop. Nor did he mind that they spent more time there than on the dance floor.

All he cared about was the taste of Carrie mixed with the flavour of his cookies, and the way her laughter echoed the bells on her sweater whenever they embraced.

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[bluenpinkcastle]

20220813: today’s haul from the Adult Fan of Lego (AFOL) meeting. We did a “dirty brickster” gift exchange, in which I won Vidiyo Candy Castle Stage (43111) and two Friends boxes, 41401 and 41402. and then we drafted the Classic Space Mission (11022), which is how I wound up with a HUGE selection of WONDERFUL Lego bricks I can use for colorful castles intended to be horribly painful to look at :) (I am very excited about this :)

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[whatsonmedia]

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