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billkaulitzwife · 1 year

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I know u only have 1 post so far but i literally love ur writing 😭 <3 can u do headcanons for the gang and how they'd be if the curtis brothers had an 8 year old kid sister? how they'd all treat her and such and how she'd feel about everyone <3 thank u!

AWHH!! TYSM NON! i actually write a lot of short stories, add me on snap or disc and i can share them🫶🫶

The Curtis's 8 Year Old Kid Sister.

Ponyboy :

this man is amazing with kids, like he'd work at the daycare or something

He's always lookin out for his kid sister.

bullies?

they're dead. gone. obliterated.

she says she's got a crush?

soda, dal, johnny, and pony surround her like

OOOOOOOH WHO IS ITTTTT

i feel like she'd play soccer or track like pony

because he's her favourite.

when pony bleached his hair she didnt recognise him and she thought he died🥲

Pony would always comfort this kid

hed die for her

if she was in that fire, she'd be the first one outta there

Pony would stop studying just to comfort her about anything

"Pony?"

-immediately turns away from his work- "What's up, sis?"

Sodapop:

dress up. this man would sacrifice his dignity for this girl

"Sodaa! Let's play fairies!"

"Hell yeah, kid!" and Steve would stare at him like 🥲

Steve: damn. someone took my bitch.

Sodapop would be the exact same about bullies and crushes.

He'd make her TWO cakes for her birthday (he has a favourite sibling)

Soda is SO defensive of his sister

When Darry and Pony get to arguing, Soda is the sibling to calm her down and hush her back to sleep

Nightmares? This man will do anything to not have them happen. Cuddles, stories, ANYTHING

hes TOO GOOD with kids

hed let her put makeup on him and put him in a princess dress (i literally did this to my brother)

the moment she turns 16 is the moment he dies inside

he'd play sixteen candles (not in a romantic way ofc)

Darrel:

He tries not to get upset when she colours on the walls or gets into trouble at school

She once brought a blade to school for show anc tell and Darrel got in SO MUCH TROUBLE

He tries to get her to stay away from Keith and Dallas

Darry's the kinda brother to not stand for any shi goin on.

like he'd slay? SLAUGHTER. somebody for looking at his kid sister wrong

The moment S/N brings a boy home

he dies of a heart attack

he has his blade out and ready😋

Anytime Dallas is around or running from the cops it's automatically

"Soda, keep S/N in the house."

Darry would sit on the floor colouring with her all because she didn't wanna be alone while Soda was at work and Pony at school (a sick day ykwim)

Dallas:

"Who's this?"

"I'm S/N who the hell are you?"

"ATTA GIRL" -highfive-

he'd teach this girl attitude.

obviously has a soft spot for this kid

the crushes "tell me. is he cute? nice? hot like me?"

"hes real cute like johnnycakes!"

johnnycakes: HUH😰

Dallas would tell this kid to stay away from cigs until she's about Pony's age.

Darry thinks hes a bad influence, but he teaches her a lot

When its raining hed sacrifice his jacket since STEVE DOESNT WANNA WEAR ONE

if he was babysitting and S/N had a nightmare, he'd let her hold his St. Christopher while hugging or sum

He tries to keep his smoking to a minimum, but.

its ol dally we're talkin about.😐

He isn't the best when it comes to kids, but he'd kill someone if they hurt his neice

"UNCLE DALLY!!"

"hey, kid!"

Johnny:

Loves S/N almost as much as he loves Pony

He'd protect her life with his, even if it meant gettin jumped again

He's quick to worry about her

"It's about S/N, Joh-"

"NOOOOOO"

"Shes failing math"

"Oh."

He's the sweetest little thing with her

He'd let her play with his hair and ask questions about his scar

When Johnny babysits, Pony, Darry, and Soda always come home to a slumped S/N resting on a slumped Johnny's chest

He keeps his smoking to a zero when around her.

Johnny always admires the way she's so outgoing with people around her

Like they're the black cat and golden retriever duo

"Uncle Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we colour? Or watch Mickey? Or read a story? Or-"

"Alright, alright."

If S/N ever ran away to the lot because the boys were all fighting, he'd be the one to comfort her and walk her home.

Water fights in summer.

Steve:

he treats this girl like she's his sister

Soda: steve thats my sister, where the hell are you going-

"OUR SISTER"

Like he'd be like "hold the light so I can fix this"

He'd play dress up with her and Soda and wonder how his life came to be

He'd be wearing fairy wings and a pink dress with makeup everywhere on his face

When he brings Evie around, she absolutely loves on S/N

Evie: what a pretty young lady!

"I'm eight"

"S/N, be nice-

"NO IAN KNOW THIS BI-"

"That's enough"

When he's babysitting it's always baking together and colouring on the floor (and the walls)

He teaches her how to do push-ups and sit-ups and basically, this girl can punch.

She once punched Dallas in the balls cuz Steve told her to

He limped for 3 days.

Two-bit :

Since he has a sister at home, he brings her over when he babysits

He makes sure S/N tries staying outta trouble, but when the Shepards are busy and so is the gang, Two would be drunk while watching her

He'd take her to the movies whenever a princess movie was playing

Two once accidentally took her to see a horror movie and he couldn't watch her for 2 months

Darrel grounded him.

He's forgetful of a lot of stuff

"Hey, kid how old are you again?"

"I'M EIGHT JESUS CHRI-"

Dallas: it's perfect.😍

He loves S/N so damn much.

When his sister started growin up, he hung around S/N just to bring some of the youth back

Whenever there's a rumble between outfits, or greasers and socs in general, he'd most likely be voted to stay back and watch her

Him and her get in each other's faces about different colours and princesses

"SNOW WHITE"

"CINDERELLA"

THAT'S ALL!!! tysm for the request! hope you like them <33

addi asking the boys whos babysitting :))

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i-have-dots-in-my-brain · 9 months

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HETALIA NEIGHBORHOOD AU 2

Kiku has a conspiracy theory board with video game theories on it + the entire fnaf timeline.

When a new game releases Kiku brings everybody over to his house to play it ( or to have a party when it’s not multiplayer.) Francis and Arthur get way too competitive and it’s usually ended by Alfred and Kiku sharing a win (RUSAME WARNING) while Ivan applauds his little dumbass golden retriever husband ( Alfred)

Ivan collects windchimes.

Romano has green thumb (for like all flowers) so Francis and Arthur both come crawling to him for advice on how beat the other (they’re trying to grow flowers better and the other) and they pay him. This is how he makes money.

Whenever the adults have to go a party they make Kiku and Yao babysit. The kids have gotten so attached to the point where they call them big bro Kiku and big bro Yao.

Francis and Arthur both are addicted to Starbucks so they have get up early and drive together and they usually spend at least 5 min arguing about who drives.

Alfred and Ivan have a cat. His name is hero and he is a random stray that they found one day. We’re pretty sure he’s like half golden retriever because he sure acts like one.

Iceland has a little puffin plushie he calls mr puffin ( this au’s version)

Matthew will command his polar bear to bite you if you steal one of his garden gnomes (kumajiro is the polar bear)

The garden gnomes Matthew keeps represent people in the neighborhood. (Not like voodoo just like keepsakes)

Kiku is always trying to share his theories with everyone that stops by. If you’re unlucky you might be dragged into his house and be forced to listen to the entire lore of fnaf.

Whenever Yao’s cousins/younger siblings come over they always have a house party and they usually bring over some of the weirdest things they found online or on the streets as presents. Ex. leon once brought a lucky cartoon cat head (the lucky cats that wave their paws) that you could attach to a hook.

Alfred has a list of dumb laws that he has broken ex.sitting on the church steps at 10:00pm and eating a porkchop. It’s his hobby.

Alfred has been caught for using various unethical modes of transportation to drive but the cops haven’t arrested him because they can’t catch up to him.

Sealand and Iceland have a dress up darling rivalry (the game)

Alfred is wanted by the police in portugal.

If you knock on Ivan and Alfred’s door depending on who’s there you will get different results. Alfred (no Ivan) : he’ll let you borrow his skateboard or he’ll give you some fresh baked cookies. Ivan (no Alfred) : he’ll invite you in and tell you a story. If they’re both there : Alfred will offer you fresh baked apple pie with vanilla ice cream while Ivan tells you a story.

DND

Pretty much the entire neighborhood is involved in a dnd game except for Yao and Kiku ( they have to baby sit but they play sometimes)

Alfred - Dragonborn wizard named Peaches ( neutral good)

Kiku - tiefling rogue named noodles. ( chaotic evil)

Arthur - DM, likes to try to kill Francis’s character at every turn.

Francis - elf bard named Ferdinand

(Chaotic good )

Ludwig - dwarf paladin named Giusto (lawful good)

Feliciano - halfling bard named theory (neutral neutral)

Ivan - tabaxi Druid named kitti (lawful evil)

Yao - half elf cleric (lawful neutral)

(Make your own up for the rest im too lazy)

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bwambiee · 1 year

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— MY WIVES <3

*̩̩͙— K + R ! ꒰ kayla + river ꒱ KIVER

black cat x golden retriever

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 and their little nicknames.” Kayla rolls her eyes as she tried to bite back a smirk.

“𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬? Pathetic.“ River sneers at the two boys who kneeled helplessly at the two girls feet.

Isagi stared wordlessly up at a girl with ink black hair and felt his blood run cold. She was smiling at him, and it wasn’t a kind one. Suddenly, he felt his hair and uniform shirt being yanked forwards to the girl, bunching up his red bastard munchen shirt with no care in the world. Mind his hair (ow), he felt himself tremble as piercing brown eyes cut into his blue ones.

“𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 egotists.“

boys a liar - pinkpantheress / illusion - aespa / monster - lady gaga

*̩̩͙— K + Z ! ꒰ kayla + zari ꒱ KARI

cool-headed elder babysits grumpy youngest

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭

“𝐎𝐢 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐭? We’re gonna miss the reservation.” Iwaizumi impatiently looks at his watch.

“𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 to look the same doesn’t mean we have to look like we went through hell and back too.” Kayla scoffs.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭-“

“𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 ! 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚, she’s just playing around,” Zari raises a brow, “right?”

“𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞! 𝐃𝐮𝐡𝐡𝐡…” Kayla smiles sweetly at Zari as as the older turns around to go back to her makeup, completely missing how the younger turned to Iwaizumi and stuck her tongue out at the man mockingly. Damn brat

heaven and back - chase atlantic / do i wanna know - arctic monkeys / million dollar man - lana

*̩̩͙— K + C ! ꒰ kayla + cadie ꒱ KAYDIE

grumpy girl + sunshine girl

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 even looking at?” Rei deadpans as he eyes the two girls looking out the train window warily.

“𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 my girlfriend back!” Isagi whines as he turns off his phone. A slight feeling of relief when he saw the two girls glance back at him.

“𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐞 don’t always get what we want right?” Cadie mock pouts at the football player, slinging her arm around Kayla and purposefully smushing her cheek against hers.

“𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 too close.” Rei growls, standing up in defiance and rushing over to the two.

“𝐈 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞!” Isagi grits his teeth in frustration as he tries to gently pry Kayla away from her friend, glaring at Cadie who was smirking up at him and smirked even wider when he felt two hands push him off.

“𝐆𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 Yoichi you’re so annoying! We’re just hugging damn it!” Kayla snaps, rolling her eyes at the two boys deflated posture.

“𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 you’re gonna have to share from now on.” Cadie laughs at Isagi’s crestfallen look, turning her head she looks at Rei, “you too.” He cringes as Isagi swears he feels a tear fall down.

do u miss me? - pinkpantheress / low - SZA / butterflies - ASTN

#(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ— moots !#I MADE ITTTT #GAHAHSHDH #this was so fun to do #it’ll be updated since i want to add cadie and dawn in here too !!!#dude the songs i picked out/- MMHJSJDJD IOOH I LIKE THIS ONE MORE THAN MY SELFSHIPS LOLSKKD

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babyapocalypse · 8 months

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Ohhhh can you do some baby Heather AND Courtney? I feel like they’d either agree on everything or disagree lol

YESS !! (hoping i understood this right, if not feel free to correct me!)

babysitter ; gwen

✦ little ; court + heath

Gwen was watching both little Heather and little Courtney, which was a chaotic, yet adorable, experience. Heather was regressed around 3-4, while Court was regressed around 5-6. Heather was sitting on Gwen’s lap, her paci in her mouth and stuffed cat in her hand while she was doing a 20 piece puzzle. “I gots dis! U doin’ it wrongs heath!” Courtney says, dragging out the ‘heath’ into a long whine. “Nuh uh.” Heather mumbles from behind her pacifier, going back to doing her puzzle in peace. Gwen giggles at their small bickering, she can admit, it is kind of cute and silly. Courtney frowns at Gwen for laughing, then tried to show Gwen how Heather was so called ‘messing up’.

Heather had not a single clue what she was doing wrong, although all the pieces were in random spots, not even close to making a cat. “Looooook!” Courtney says, jumping up and down at this point. “Hey, sweetie, Heather’s a lot younger than you, alright? This is a challenge for her. If you want to, I can give you your own puzzle to work on!” Gwen exclaims, hoping this could fix the issue. Courtney nods, causing Gwen to slowly get up, holding Heather in her arms now, looking around for a puzzle.

She pulls out an 100 piece puzzle, handing it to Courtney. It had a dog on it, causing her to clap. It was a golden retriever puzzle, which Heather noticed, causing her to let out a little “s a wetrieber!” Which Gwen giggled at. “You’re right baby, it is!” She cooed, sitting back down and placing Heath on her lap once again.

Thankfully, the puzzle had distracted Courtney. Heather gets bored of her cat puzzle, causing her to spit out her paci and drag out a long whine, with the exact words ‘i wann pwayyyy kittieessss..’ which was an extremely long whine. Courtney gets up, her puzzle being done now. “Let’s play kitties!” She says, clapping and going over to Heather’s stash of cat toys.

“Wow, you guys agreed on something!” Gwen says, genuine shock in her voice. She was babysitting these two since Duncan and Alejandro had plans to hang out with all of the boys of Total Drama today. Besides that, Gwen had been here for 3 hours already and this was the first time they agreed on anything.

“You has to be dis kitty.” Heather says, forcing Courtney to hold the orange tabby cat. Courtney shockingly accepts the cat, causing Gwen to verbally gasp. “Wow, im so proud of you two!” She says, relieved she can finally get a break from the bickering back and forth. They play with the cat toys, giggling together.

After a while, they get bored, running up to their sleepy babysitter who had dozed off a bit. “We wan pway pwincess.” Heather says, yanking Gwen’s hand. Gwen yawns, before getting to where they keep the princess dresses. Courtney picks out the purple dress while Heather picks out the white one. “Let me guess, im the teal princess again?” Gwen asks. They both nod, remembering how ridiculous Gwen looked in a princess dress. Gwen sighs, getting changed into the dress that was clearly too small for her. They always put her in the teal one since it was the tightest out of the three, meaning they didn’t want to wear it, plus it was funny to them how Gwen pretended to be a miserable princess in that dress.

Gwen gets them both into their Princess dresses, as they run around, crowns on and all. Gwen giggles. Although this dress was far too tight, it was so worth being in to see the two littles get along. She smiles as they both yank her by the hand, sitting her down at the tea table with all the stuffed animals. “Oh boy, who’s the chef here?” Gwen says, looking around. She notices a stuffed animal in the toy kitchen, causing her to giggle a bit. They really thought of every job possible to overwork their toys, eh?

The stuffed bear makes the tea and biscuits, causing Heather to bring her stuffed cat to come be the waiter. “Hewes da most pewfect yea we hab!” Heather says in a high pitch voice, mocking how she thinks the cat would speak. Gwen giggles, before letting out a little ‘thank you!’ looking directly at the stuffed cat. Gwen drinks the imaginary tea, before letting out a little ‘delicious!’ causing Courtney and Heath to high-five.

Later on, they get sleepy and tired. “Hey, let’s get you guys ready for nap time, okay?” Gwen says, carrying them both over to the baby bedroom. She picks out pajamas for both of them. A footsie onesie with white long haired cats and pink bows for Heather and a solid purple onesie for Court. She gets them both changed up before handing them each their favorite stuffed animal. She puts a pacifier in Heather’s mouth before kissing each of them on the forehead.

“Goodnight little ones. I had fun with you both, I hope I get to do it again!” Gwen says, waving goodnight at them and blowing kisses. They both mumble a little ‘night night’ in return, making Gwen smile.

Gwen was happy she got to do this and she really wanted to do it again extremely badly.

#total drama agere

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chiffiorra · 1 year

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ᥴ᥆tt᥆ᥒ'᥉ ᥉ᥱᥣf᥉hιρ᥉ gᥲᥣᥣᥱrᥡ

grimmjow jaegerjaquez × cotton

"despite us being from two different worlds, despite us butting heads sometimes, i'm grateful for you every single day."

our aesthetic: "my warrior" and "my better half", the color blue, kissing bandaged wounds, bruised knuckles, watching over the other, opposites attract, reluctant protector

shipped since: 2007

song: already gone - kelly clarkson

storm/ororo munroe × cotton

"you are the rain to my sunshine and sometimes vice versa. i could never be without you. i am proud to call you mine."

our aesthetic: "my rain" and "my sunshine", watching the stars together, forehead kisses, late night talks, looking out for each other, flying together, whispered "i love you"s

shipped since: 2007

song: i see you - leona lewis

basil hawkins × cotton

"at the end of the day, i know you always mean well even if you don't always show it. i never regret giving you my all."

our aesthetic: "my magician" and "my queen", magic, looking out at the sea, sitting on his lap, size difference, reassuring touches, frequent tarot card reading

shipped since: 2014

song: house of cards - tyler shaw

chifuyu matsuno × cotton

"you've stuck by me for so long and we always find our way back to each other no matter how far apart we are. you are truly my everything."

our aesthetic: "mi corazón" and "my favorite girl", going to cat cafés, picnics at the meadows, matching outfits, raising pets, one milkshake with two straws, movie night dates at home

shipped since: 2022

song: heartbeat - annie

shuji hanma x cotton

"you're crazy, but i like that in a man. you really know how to brighten my day all the while i can try to reign you in but never change you."

our aesthetic: "my reaper" and "my angel", opposites attract part 2, "i'm gonna commit a crime!" "oh boy...", protective arms around me, late night motorcycle rides, lovingly bullying each other, making me flustered almost every day

shipped since: 2022

song: touch - omarion

kenma kozume x cotton

"it's okay, i will always help you out if needed. i will be by your side and support you, we are a team after all."

our aesthetic: "my gamer boy" and "my player two", supporting him during games, surprise kisses, opossum bf and golden retriever gf trope, dates at home, competitive gaming sessions, laying his head on my lap

shipped since: 2023

song: because of love - janet jackson

᥆thᥱr ꧑ᥲιᥒ ᥉ᥱᥣf᥉hιρ᥉!

nightcrawler/kurt wagner × cotton | demon's liebling

lovers of the night who have been drawn to each other for so long.

song: cherish the day - sade

morty × cotton | his sweetheart

two ghost type lovers who raise each other up, and of course, train together.

song: moonwalking - late night alumni

guido mista × cotton | marksmen's lucky charm

helped him come back stronger after they broke up and will forever be his lucky girl.

song: so many details - toro y moi

kento nanami x cotton | salaryman's wife

star-crossed lovers in canon, but we can ignore canon sometimes, no?

song: overtime - jessie ware

dabi/touya todoroki x cotton | his heartbeat

his second secret heartbeat, has his own way of caring but only in private.

song: chasing cars - snow patrol

mandalay/shino sosaki x cotton | telepath's muse

napping together counts as a date.

song: la luna - kaina

takashi mitsuya × cotton | his jewel

poor guy has to babysit three girls instead of two sometimes.

song: ana yalli bahebak (i am the one who loves you) - nancy ajram

ryusei shidou x cotton | insect's butterfly

opposites attract part 3 but this time it's "i'm gonna commit a crime!" "NO."

song: sex on fire - kings of leon

tadashi yamaguchi x cotton | his strawbaby

he found out my favorite fruit and decided to be cheesy with the nickname.

song: strawberry mentos - leanna firestone

#self ship dreaming ♡#no reblog pls #if you saw errors after i posted it no you didn't ♡#inspired by garoujo #emmie if you see this hi ily - cotton

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fairyreblogs · 2 years

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Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling: Why am I so good with pets. Every time I visit a family member who has a pet by the end of the week the pet loves me more than anyone else save perhaps their owner but even then that’s sometimes up for debate. My cousin has a border collie and I played with it for two weeks last year and this year I visited my aunts house for a month and the border collie was there and it followed me around and slept in my bed and would sit outside the bathroom door and never leave me alone for a single fucking second. I wasn’t even the one feeding it. My aunt also used to have a white golden retriever and it fucking adored me. My other aunt has a cat that infamously hates people and yet that thing let me pick it up and sleep with it. My cousin has a cat that has separation anxiety and gated people but I had to babysit the cat for two weeks while the cousin was gone and it took that cat like a week and a half to crack but instead of running when seeing me or trying to hiss and bite me that cat was on my lap purring and kneading by the end of two weeks. I’m at college rn and my own cat that I left at home, who sleeps with me every night and snuggles me every time I sit down, has apparently stopped fucking eating and it’s unclear whether she’s that upset that I left or if it’s something else. Point is I’m unnaturally good at fucking stealing the hearts of animals in a way that often leaves the owner dumbfounded. Babysat my friends cat and when they went to pay me they leaned forward and was like “on the house cam we saw you pick her up. How the fuck did you do that?” And I was like “that sweet baby? What are you on about?” And my friend was like “she doesn’t even let US pick her up. What’s your secret?” And I was so confused because the cat had been so sweet. Literally the only animals immune to my charms are my best friends like 7 cats. Literally tho what am I. How do I do this

#staring at my hands: why do I fix everything I touch /ref #okay no but like how do I steal pets from their owners real

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creepypasta65 · 2 years

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Random Creepypastas Hc’s

Jeff the Killer:

Jeff loves cold chocolate, if he leaves it in the fridge and a creep eats it by accident, he would get so mad.

Jeff lives in the Slender mansion but he’s not a proxy of Slenderman. He will sometimes do some missions for Slender like refilling Toby’s pills or killing some people. But he will not be a proxy.

He babysits Sally and loves it, usually the other creeps don’t want to babysit her since they think it’s boring but it actually isn’t and Jeff likes to babysit her since they do fun things like painting nails, prank Ben or go to the park.

Sally paints his nails black and Jeff paints hers blue or purple.

Jeff is really overprotective of his older brother Liu and sometimes he takes it too far but he doesn’t care.

He is also afraid of the dark and has a nightlight that Sally gave him.

Jeff has a lot of white hoodies and band shirts.

When he’s around the mansion and not killing, he wears some sweatpants and a normal t-shirt.

Jeff loves working out and has some weights in his room. But he mostly works out in a gym that is in the mansion (Slender originally set it up for the proxies but some of the other creeps like Jeff work out in the gym).

Jeff loves cats and wanted to steal Dr.Smiley cats but he got caught.

Homicidal Liu:

Liu is the pretty boi in the mansion like everyone in the mansion call him “pretty boi”.

Liu has one of the cleanest room in the mansion and if you walk in his room, it smells like lavender.

Liu first friend in the mansion is EJ and they’re really good friends.

Liu loves receiving compliments since he’s really insecure about his stitches.

He can cook really good and makes the best spaghetti.

He has a tiny collection of plushies that he receives from Sally.

He sometimes babysit Sally when Jeff is sick and Liu doesn’t mind, and even considers Sally as a little sister.

Liu does skin care routines and sees youtube videos when waiting for a face mask to dry.

Liu has a lot of scarfs and even makes some scarfs.

He likes reading poems and writes some poems himself.

Liu is also overprotective of Jeff but he doesn’t go as far like Jeff does.

Liu has a dog, it’s a golden retriever and it’s really good friends with Smile dog.

Liu is really kind to anyone but if you say anything about Jeff or his friends then he would be mean to you.

Liu also likes taking pictures of his dog, forest, lake and flowers.

Ticci Toby:

Toby loves drawing and has a box underneath his bed filled with old sketch books.

He misses his sister a lot and visits her grave every month, he will talk to her about his day and his friends.

Toby still visits his mom and has a good relationship with her.

He has a big collection of stuff animals in his room, he has this cow stuff animal that he had since he was 6.

Toby loves giving the creeps hugs and he will still hug them though they push him away.

He is touch straved and loves receiving any type of affection like hugs, compliments and gifts.

He is really funny and can make you laugh when you’re sad.

He’s that type of friend that is funny and acts dumb but they’re really smart.

Toby doesn’t like his actual name which is “Tobias Erin Rogers”, it reminds him of his dad.

When he was in school, he always hated when teachers did roll call and said his actual name instead of “Toby”.

He broke many bones from falling off of trees or the roof.

He doesn’t like his gash, he thinks it makes him look ugly and often hates when a creep stares at his gash for too long.

Toby is a very outgoing person and almost everyone gets along with him.

Have a nice day :)

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #jtk headcanons #homicidal liu #homicidal liu headcanons #homicidal liu hc #jeff the killer hcs #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby hc #cp headcanons #tobias erin rogers #jeffery woods

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jointhearumanati · 2 years

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HETALIA NORDIC HEADCANNONS

⭐ The Nordic 5 all live in the same house in Denmark this includes Sealand and Ladonia they do however have houses in each of their countries when duty calls

⭐ Dennor and Sufin have their own bedrooms with one bed Iceland has a room all to himself and Sealand and Ladonia have bunk beds in their room

⭐ The Nordics own 5 cats aka the Nordic Nekotalia plus Denmark owns a Golden Retriever named Astrid

⭐ If Finland and Norway have the house to themselves they will blast heavy metal music while tidying up the house

⭐ Denmark and Sweden are the only ones allowed to cook in the kitchen the others are a disaster

⭐ Finland has his own armory room full of guns and a special place in the backyard for target practice

⭐Finland is not allowed behind the wheel he will blast heavy metal music and drive way too fast

⭐Sweden does most of the cooking cleaning and housework the others help on occasion he plays abba while he does this

⭐ Sweden has his own woodworking shed in the backyard he created all the furniture in the house

⭐ Norway walks the cats in the morning says he feels like Freyja his favorite Goddess While Denmark joins him to walk Astrid sometimes they go to the park to the duck pond

⭐ During Dennor and Sufin date nights Iceland babysits Sealand and Ladonia

(to be continued maybe)

#hetalia #aph nordics #aph dennor #aph sufin

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missmitchieg · 3 years

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Julie And The Phantoms: A (Unhelpful) Guide For The Newbies

Julie Molina:

- Played by: Superstar Madison Reyes, funniest human alive

- Nicknames: Underachiever, Jules, Star

- The Star

- Co-lead singer and pianist/keyboardist of Julie And The Phantoms

- Would stan Sunset Curve

- Fashion icon

- Wants to learn the fiddle

- Bisexual icon

- Stans Selena Quintanilla

- Lowkey stans her 'bully''s musical group

- Her type is white guitar boys and all girls

- An angel

- Needs a hug

- Human Wrecking Ball™

- Crescent moons

- TALENT

- A little bit in love with her bestie tbh

- Queen of setting and enforcing boundaries

- Great judge of character

- Accidentally fell in love with a handsome ghost, whoops!

- Always nice to literally everyone, even when she's beefing with them

- Loves purple, butterflies, flowers and glitter

- Daydreamer

- Saturn

- Songwriter & Poet

- Can. Not. Lie.

- 👐 Jazz Hands 👐

- Good at apologizing

- TALENT

- Doodles

- Space

- GIRL CAN DANCE

- Awkward but in a cute way

- Literally Magical

- Pretty sure she's a Siren/Witch Hybrid, I have Evidence

- TALENT

- Good lungs

- Loud voice

- CAN R U N

Rose Molina:

- Played by: Danube Hermosillo

- Julie's mom

- SIREN QUEEN

- Sunshine

- Fashion icon

- Loves music

- Loves dahlias

- Songwriter

- Stans Sunset Curve

- Has been in a couple bands, one of which was called Rose And The Petal Pushers

- Plays piano, probably also guitar

- Super nice

Ray Molina:

- Played by: Carlos Ponce

- Julie's dad

- One cool dude

- The Best Dad Ever

- A King and a Witch (trust me)

- Probably also bi tbh

- Photographer

- Supportive and loving

- Knows the words to Julie's songs

- Good at apologizing

- Films Julie And The Phantoms performances for their youtube channel

Carlos Molina:

- Played by: Sonny Bustamante

- Julie's little brother

- BEST LITTLE BROTHER

- Went into Protect Mode when Julie was scared of the ghost in the garage

- Helped a ghost chef cross over

- The Ghost Toaster

- Youtuber

- Plays baseball

- Likes rap music

- Stans Julie And The Phantoms

- Also films their performances

Flynn Taylor:

- Played by: Jadah Marie

- Nickname: Disappointment

- Julie's bestie, marketing team, manager and roadie

- Will not tolerate lying and secret keeping

- Crazy glue of best friends

- Also stans her 'bully''s musical group

- Is in love with her 'bully' and is Big Mad about it

- DEFINITELY a lesbian

- The coolest person ever

- Cat person

- Eat The Rich

- She/they

- Literally The Most Supportive Friend

- Also a fashion icon

- Made a promise with Julie they would form a band called Double Trouble when they were 6, made t shirts for said band, wasn't mad when Julie formed her own ghost band

- Came up with the name Julie And The Phantoms

- Rap Queen

- Gives me Destiny's Child stan vibes

- Knows who Julie likes before Julie knows

- A Very Literal Person

- Sass™

- Also films performances

Victoria:

- Played by: Alison Araya

- Julie's maternal aunt

- Also a fashion icon tbh

- Probably has a succulent named Pablo

- Terrified of demons

- Has seen enough horror movies to know that when shit's going down in a house, you leave the damn house

- Knows how to relieve you of demons

- Drops in with food so they don't eat leftovers every night

- Occasionally babysits Julie and Carlos

- Is on Julie's school mailing list

Luke Patterson:

- Played by: Charlie Gillespie

- Handsome Ghost Boy #1

- Julie's best friend, boyfriend and Soulmate

- Flirted with Julie's mom once, oops!

- Former lead singer of Sunset Curve

- Current co-lead singer and guitarist of Julie And The Phantoms

- HOO BOY DOES HE NEED A HUG

- His type is dark curly haired latinas and all boys

- Really, really, really likes roses

- No one knows how to describe his eye color

- BAD handwriting

- 👐 Jazz Hands 👐

- The Most Supportive Boyfriend

- If Julie doesn't like a thing, he doesn't like it, either

- Tied with Flynn for #1 Julie Molina Stan

- Would do anything for Julie Molina

- ANYTHING. FOR. JULIE.

- Ships Willex & Boggie

- Music is in. his. soul.

- Literally died for music

- D E T E R M I N A T I O N

- Kinda bad at apologizing at first but he gets better

- Does not give a damn about school

- Just really loves his parents

- Guitar Boy

- Preeeetty sure pretty boy is pan/ace

- Has chemistry with everyone he sings with

- Probably has ADHD

- Loves food

- Appreciates a good show

- Sleeves? Don't know him

- Cries a lot

Alex Mercer-Molina:

- Played by: Owen Joyner

- Handsome Ghost Boy #2

- Gay Little Drummer Boy

- Allergic to girls

- Formerly Sunset Curve drummer

- Currently Julie And The Phantoms drummer

- Julie's other bestie/older brother tbh

- Pink

- Garbage parents

- Needs a hug so bad

- Also literally died for music

- Ships Jukebox sooooo hard

- Fashion icon

- A N X I E T Y

- Thinks he's the smart one

- Whitney Houston and David Bowie stan

- Boy can SING

- Dancer

- Does not subscribe to Luke's 'if Julie doesn't like it, I don't like it' thing

- Sass™

Reggie Peters-Molina:

- Played by: Jeremy Shada

- Handsome Ghost Boy #3

- Julie's other other bestie/older brother

- Bisexual

- Also flirted with Julie's mom

- Formerly Sunset Curve bassist

- Currently Julie And The Phantoms bassist

- Parents hate each other, no one knows where they are now

- Doesn't handle yelling well

- In desperate need of a hug

- Protect Him

- Golden Retriever Puppy

- Red, black and white

- LOVE HIS VOICE

- Country Boy

- Shreds on a banjo

- Also literally died for music

- BEST BOY

- Jukebox & Willex Stan #2

- The Actual Smart One

- Is also The Cute One

- FUNNY

- His religion is leather jackets and flannels

- SWEETEST ANGEL BOY

- Loves Julie's dad

- Hypes up his friends a lot

- Just wants his friends to be happy

- BABIE

- Star Wars stan

- Hates Jar Jar Binks

- Gives me Disney fan vibes

- Had a massive crush on Trevor Wilson, known as Bobby at the time

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #rose molina #ray molina #carlos molina #flynn #tia victoria #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #Unhelpful Guide To JATP

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wandering-travesty · 3 years

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Off To The Races

Zeke’s life wasn’t supposed to be like this. His father would have a spontaneous brain aneurism if he saw the daily goings on of the younger Yeager’s household on his days off. Horrid amounts of smoking outside, snow or shine, day-drinking without a second thought, and lonely, not by choice. He had honest-to-god tried to live the life his father wanted for him. He married a woman straight out of law school and knocked her up a few months after. They raised that kid for a year then repeated the process. They lived, laughed, and loved for a few years, then, as a surprise to no one, the divorce came along. His wife had run off with a lump sum of money and started a new life out of state. He got left with two kids, substance abuse issues, and a law firm to run. He was stressed, depressed, and by the holiest powers above, was he horny.

Ignoring the horniness for a moment, everything changed when you came around. Every inch of his world brightened, almost like a light at the end of a tunnel. You gave him some form of hope, and reminded him that life wasn’t all doom and gloom. You were still in college, looking for some extra funds to help pay your tuition; a lawyer that doubled as a father of two was the perfect target. You had shown up in your prettiest outfit, almost as if you were showing off for him. Being the kind of man he was, Zeke couldn’t help but hire you. Some sweet, fetching little thing coming up to his decadent doorstep in a tiny little tennis skirt and begging to take care of his kids? That was something he could never turn away.

So, you became the official caretaker of Zeke’s little angels. You truly adored looking after them while their, admittedly handsome, father slaved away at his big, important law firm. You rang the doorbell right as the kids were waking up, Zeke greeting you at the door already dressed in one of his repulsively expensive suits. You talked over scones and coffee and made the kids just about anything they wanted. He would leave, and you would get the kids dressed and out the door with ample time to catch the bus. You’d clean the house, make yourself some lunch, play with the family dog. The golden retriever was just another cliche. But you still loved the mutt, especially since every family member loved him, too. You could tell because Zeke had named him after some long-dead baseball player, meaning he would be enamoured with the thing no matter what.

It was fun, picking up on little details about Zeke, or Mr. Yeager, as you called him. He loved baseball and would talk about it for hours on end if you let him, and he hated strawberry icecream for some unexplained reason. He was the face of success for his entire life, from being a star pitcher on his little league team back home to captain of the debate team in high school; he had never really failed at anything or gotten robbed of what he wanted. He was a winner in everything he had ever tried. He had mentioned how high-strung his parents were, and how they’d gone through a divorce of their own when he was young. He and his step-brother never got along that well, and had actually turned out to be very different people. His family life was anything but smooth, and he feared his kids would look back on their childhood in the same light. You guessed that’s why tonight was happening.

“Alright, I’m entrusting my children, dog, house, and painfully expensive belongings to you for the night.” He was dressed to the nines, hell, the tens. He wore an umber sport coat, mustard turtleneck sweater, a thick black belt, grey slacks, chestnut oxfords, and the most expensive golden watch you had ever seen. His flaxen hair shined perfectly in the low light of the entranceway; it was official: you wanted to fuck him. Rather, you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck you stupid and make you squirt all over that pretty watch, and his even prettier face.

“I’ve got it covered, Mr. Yeager.” His youngest son wrapped his arms around your legs as the dog rubbed his head into your palm. “Knock ‘er dead!” You gave him your cheesiest smile and thumbs up. He chuckled at you as his eldest son grabbed your free hand.

“You’ve got this, Dad!” He cheered, starting to drag you to the living room.

“Thank you, Atticus. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave a weak smile, turning to leave through the large oak door. It was awful, how badly he wanted to stay there with you and the kids. He wanted to chase Atticus down the hall as the rest of you ran after him, laughing all the way. He wanted to put on some old, boring movie only he wanted to watch and feel your breath on his neck as you fell asleep just after the kids and dog sitting on the floor below you. He wanted to feel your warmth in his bed. He wanted to see what you looked like backed up against a wall. Heaving after an especially passionate kiss. With your legs over your head, screaming his name. The sweat dripping down your face as you came undone beneath him. The little whimpers you’d make as he pulled out of you and cradled you in his arms. He wanted you, not this random woman off of some shitty dating site. He didn’t really want the booze, or the men, or the women, or the money, or the white picket fence, or his father’s approval; he just wanted - no - he needed you. Your game of cat and mouse, seeing which playful “sweetheart” or coy little “Mr. Yeager” would be the one to tip you over the edge of more than friends.

“Zeke? That’s you, right?” The tall blonde woman in a sleek black suit walked towards him with an outstretched hand. She could’ve easily been a full foot taller than him. Interesting.

“Yes. Yelena, correct?” But she wasn’t you. He just wanted to get this night of false wining and dining over with so he could come home to you. You in his big, expensive house. Better yet, his big, expensive bed.

You sat and watched the clock after the kids went to bed. It ticked and tocked, back and forth, over and over. It had been about an hour since you’d put them down for the night. You couldn’t wait for Zeke to get home for much longer. Butterflies buzzed through your stomach when you heard the doorbell ring.

“Mr. Yeager?” You opened the door to the sight of your employer with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, glasses falling off his face, and hair an absolute bird’s nest.

“Hey, beautiful.” He purred, slumping onto your shoulder, trying and failing to be smooth. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in my house, huh?” He looked up at you over the rim of his glasses. The way his eyes glimmered a dark shade of teal lit your entire body on fire. Feeling his full weight on top of you only made it spread farther.

“Babysitting your kids, for starters.” You maneuvered your bodies to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you dragged him back into the house. “Apparently I’ll be babysitting you, too.” You mumbled, just then realizing exactly how muscular he was. You sat him down on the leather couch and started to walk to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. You didn’t have much experience with alcohol, but you believed water helped with it somehow.

“Damn. Loving the view from back here, gorgeous.” He leaned forwards with his elbows on his knees, licking his chapped lips. You jumped at the sudden compliment. You couldn’t remember him being so…dirty before. You walked a little faster than you already were, wanting to get away from him before you made a stupid decision. You poured a tall glass of water, walking back to the couch where Zeke was now lounging, legs spread far enough to leave barely anything to the imagination.

“Hey there, doll. Got somethin’ for me?” He giggled, lowering his head from where he had been resting it. His eyes were something to behold, and the deep rooted confidence and downright cockiness behind them only served to make you shiver. You shuffled closer, a bit skittish at the sight of the beast before you.

“It’s just water.” You sat down on the table in front of him. “It’s supposed to help with your metabolism, I think.” Your voice was a higher pitch than usual, feeling an odd pressure in your throat every time you spoke.

“What a smart little thing you are.” He praised. It felt genuine, and you started to feel hotter. You handed him the glass, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He took the glass, and almost as if he had sensed your intentions, took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his deep, ocean eyes. He leaned back a bit, giving you a better view of his exposed chest. There was a light layer of golden hair overtop of his expansive chest, and it seemed to trail down the rest of his body. You wanted to find out if that was true. Still holding eye contact with you, he tipped the glass and send the water spilling down his shirt. You knew that wasn’t just drunken clumsiness, but a calculated measure to get in your pants.

“Whoops.” He said, eyes cold and emotionless as his words. “You better clean that up, sweetheart. We both know I can’t take care of myself in this state.” You moved closer to him, hands unsure of where they were going. You were shaking a bit, and you didn't have a towel on you. You decided the best course of action was to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. You felt down his chest, gently tugging on his nipples. He let out a soft groan as you continued to feel him up.

“You’re gettin’ a little handsy there, baby. You want something from me?” He pet your hair as you moved further down on his chest. You kissed and gave kitten licks, appreciating every inch and curve of his muscular form. You couldn’t get enough of him, try as you might.

“I fuckin’ knew it.�� He pulled you by your hair to force you to look at him.

“Filthy little harlot.” He squeezed you cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You looked confused until you felt a glob of spit hit your tongue. You swallowed like it was second nature.

“You’re just here for my dick, huh?” You continued to kiss and lick down his abdomen, savoring every ounce of him you could; the smell of cinnamon, menthol, and saltwater hit your nose, intoxicating you further and further the more you breathed him in. “I bet it’s all you think about. Especially when those fingers rub that pretty little cunt until you cum all over yourself.” You let out a whine, signifying exactly how right he was.

“Yeah.” You dragged your tongue up his six-pack, savoring the slightly salty taste. “Think about you every night.” You licked a stripe down the same line you had just gone up. “Only way I can get to sleep.” He smiled the warmest smile you had ever seen him produce. Such a sweet little thing for him, getting off to thoughts of him railing you silly in order to have a good night’s rest. Your submissive, horny mind was so focused on him you couldn’t get to bed without him. You were perfection in human form. Truly a goddess sent from above. He would worship you in the most degrading way possible.

“I knew you were dirty, I just needed to force you to show me.” He continued to pet your hair like you were some kind of beloved family pet. You felt so small under his touch; so fragile, as if one touch could blow you away forever. You loved the feeling more than life itself. You felt like you could never live without it again. Touching yourself while thinking about him wouldn’t do the trick; not after you had felt the real thing.

“That’s it, honey, kiss me like you mean it.” He teased, knowing exactly what was running through your head. Sure, he was no master of seduction, but he had bedded plenty before, and he knew exactly how talented he was. He had learned from years of experience; years you hadn’t yet lived. You would learn it all from him. Those little college boys he could smell on you every so often wouldn’t cut it anymore. He was meant for you, and you for him. He knew he already had you trapped, but playing with you was so fun. Poking and prodding and mocking you all while you worshiped him like he had hung the moon in the sky.

“You love this body, don’t you, slut?” He pulled your hair suddenly, earning a yelp that went straight to his aching cock. “You know, I’ve only been keeping in shape for you. I knew from the moment you saw me that was the main appeal, and lord knows I’d go through hell to keep you around.” That was true. He knew others would settle for mediocrity, but a flawless little angel like you deserved better than mediocre. You needed someone to match your talent, beauty, and wit. He didn’t believe he equaled you in anything but maybe wits, but still, he was good for you. At least, you seemed to think so, considering you were giving tiny kitten licks to the tip of his recently freed dick. The tip was red, swollen, and leaking a sinful amount of precum. You sucked it all up, taking the engorged head between your plush lips. You felt like heaven, but the ache in your pussy felt like hell. You slowly began to go the full length down his cock. Zeke was right: you had messed around with college boys before, but none were as big as him. Your gag reflex wasn’t prepared, causing you to choke and sputter on it. Zeke grinned slyly.

“Say my name, sweetie.” He wanted to treat you right, but it was so enjoyable to indulge his sadistic side.

“Mr. Yeager.” You choked out. You knew how much he enjoyed that title; the feeling of authority it brought him made him hard as a rock every time. He groaned in pleasure, sending shivers down your spine. That knocked him off his rhythm for a moment, but he was right back on you the minute he regained some sense of self.

“The kids are right upstairs, peacefully sleeping, while you choke on my dick like a dumb little slut.” The thought made you feel so dirty. You shifted on the ground, squeezing your thighs together and trying to get some friction. “And you do it so well, baby. I couldn’t ask for better.” He sighed.

“That’s it, pretty girl, don’t hurt yourself down there.” He slowly pulled you off his cock by your hair. He didn’t want to admit it, and really didn’t show any signs, but you had him on the verge of cumming down your throat. But he didn’t want his precious seed there. Hell no! He wanted you stuffed to the brim and properly bred.

“I’ve wanted you for so goddamn long, you don’t even know.” The look on tour face was something beyond pleasure or pain. It was a mix of both with a side of...fear? “What, scared of taking something this big, doll?” You shook your head.

“Don’t worry, daddy’ll get you nice and wet for him.” He slowly came to hover over you, lifting you up and sitting you down on the couch. He spread your legs, undoing the button of your shorts with his long, thick fingers, bringing his mouth to your zipper and pulling it down with his teeth. He pulled them down your legs, bringing his face to your core. You felt hot on his mouth and nose. He licked a wet stripe up your clothed core,

“God, you taste like honey, sweetie. I’m so fuckin’ lucky.” He pulled your panties to the side, relishing in the sight of your puffy pussy. You were beautiful in the murky yellow light of the room. You folds shimmered with slick and he could see your cunt clench around nothing, so obviously desperate for his dick. That’s right, his dick. Only his. From now on.

He dove into you, savoring your tangy flavor. Pussy was a taste all its own, each having new, intense, rich tastes he could barely describe. To be perfectly honest, Zeke was a sucker for a wet little cunt in his mouth, and you were the perfect subject. Every suck to your clit, every kiss and lick to your folds, every darting flick of his tongue into your aching little hole; it had you moaning and whimpering like a ditzy little slut. Your mind was hazy with ecstasy.

“Don’t get too loud now, dollface. Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do you?” His words brought you back to Earth, forcing you to remember you were being eaten out by a father of two. It felt so filthy to know you had been bringing up his kids, acting as a faux wife, and now you were being treated like one, eaten out of your mind and promised a thorough breeding.

“Not that I don’t believe you would get off on being watched. I bet you love that idea, huh?” You jolted at the words and the sensation of another kiss to your cunt. “It might sound a little sick, but I could invite my brother over, see if he has as good a taste as mine.” He’d be willing to invite Eren over for a test run of…you? You knew they didn’t get along, so it was surprising, but that only turned you on even more. Imaging them fighting over you like hungry wolves on the hunt. They’d ravish you without even thinking. If this was Zeke, held back, on his own, you could only yelp and whimper at what kind of monsters the two of them would be together.

“Nah, that little shit doesn’t deserve you.” He smirked into your sopping wet core. Eren never appreciated the finer things in life, still to young to understand the joys of pussy eating. No, he was more for the fuck and chuck kind of lifestyle. You deserved better aftercare than a point towards the door. “Some of the guys at my firm, however. Bet they’d turn you out real nice. They’re all just about as big and pent up as me. We could all show you a real good time." That would be about…three, four, even five of him? All fucking you at once with the same vigor and deep seated intensity. You head buzzed at the thought. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you, whore?” You couldn’t keep up with him in this state. You were completely fucked out without even being fucked at all. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his gorgeous face and beard. He was taken slightly aback, but he licked it all up in five seconds flat. He was a professional.

“Answer me, doll.” He delivered a harsh slap to your thigh. He enjoyed the ripple it gave and the red mark his hand had left.

“Yes, Mr. Yeager.” You stuttered out, barely above a whisper. Torturing you would be fun, but not tonight. No, he needed to be thorough with your pleasure and ensure you would never leave his side again. He gave a few light slaps to your slippery pussy, making your thighs shake and mouth move without making a sound.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He slowly stood up, giving you a perfect view of the shining god before you. His body was something sculpted by the old masters; a true work of art. Before you could fully appreciate the image of perfection in front of you, he bent down just a bit, pushing your thigs back as far as they could go, squishing your tits under them. He enjoyed the way your pudgier parts stuck out, giving him more parts of you to pinch and suck on as he fucked into you. His was no doubt the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it wasn’t easy to have inside of you at first. Your walls clamped down on him so tight it was almost painful. But as he slowly pushed in and out, pleasure began to overtake the pain and you started to loosen up just a bit.

“Just relax, sweetie. Daddy’s got you.” Of course he had a daddy kink. It made perfect sense, as did yours. Hearing him say that in that truly comforting tone made your head spin with pleasure.

"God, you are so fucking tight." He continued to fuck into you at a savage pace, not seeming to care if you screamed or cry, rather relishing in the fact that you were. You were so young and tight and sensitive, it drove him mad. He was sure he could never go a day without your pussy again.

"You fit me like a vice, sweetheart. You trying to milk me dry? Huh?" Your mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out. It gave him ample opportunity to spit in your mouth once again.

"Swallow it you filthy slut." He lightly tapped your face.

"This is exactly how I wanted you." You could barely hear him, blanking out at the intensity of his continuous pounding of your poor little cunt. "Been thinking about this for months."

"Might just knock you up, sweetie. You already take care of my brats so well, what's one more?" You squealed at the thought. He wanted you to have his babies. He wanted you to be his new, permanent play thing to fuck and fill up every night.

"Yeah. I wan' your babies." You slurred your words, inebriated by the feeling of his cock filling your tight little cunt. He gazed down at your fucked out form, finding a sick sense of pleasure in how far gone you were all thanks to him. You moaned far too loud for someone in a house full of kids. You couldn't hold back, he just felt too damn good.

"You gonna cum, little girl?" He had almost a mocking tone when he asked that. You nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept up the pace, abusing your g-spot, not letting up for even a second. He set out to make you feel incredible; like the perfect little plaything he knew you to be, and he wasn’t going to let his slightly aged stamina get in the way.

"That's it, you look so pretty, baby. What a good little slut." He looked down at you with heated intensity. "My little slut." He continued his brutal pace almost as if you had never cum at all.

"Oh, 'd you think I'd quit just 'cause you finished? No fuckin' way." You squealed as he continued to thrust inside you, still drunk on the idea of being full of his cum. You wanted him more than you had wanted anything in your life.

"'M gonna make you squirt all over me. Ruin this nice, expensive couch." You were screaming his name at that point, unable to form a thought that wasn't Zeke and his perfect dick.

"Such a fuckin' cocktease all these months. This is what you get for it. Tummy full of my cum." He slowed his pace as he looked into your eyes with the intensity of a man drunk on desire.

"All those times you flipped your skirt up so I could see your cute little panties." He thrusted into you harder than he had before. "All those times you called me Mr. Yeager in that innocent tone that drove me up the wall." He thrusted harder than you had ever thought possible. You felt him hit your cervix. "Every time you acted like you didn't know what you were doing. Like you didn't know what I wanted." He continued to pound into you. You felt so full, so good.

"You're getting tighter, baby. You gonna squirt while daddy fills you up, huh?" His pace was brutal and you were seeing stars.

"That's it, pretty baby, cum all over me. Let me fill you up." He humped into you a few final times before shooting his load into your cunt. You screamed at the feeling of your cum squirting out of you as his cum squirted into you. You were so dizzy and so full. You were happy. You were safe and taken care of and filled to the brim by the man you loved most.

“Hey.” You saw Zeke’s stunningly handsome face look down at you. His cheeks were flushed, forehead sweaty, sculpted chest heaving. But his eyes were transfixed on you with a look so filled with love and passion it made you feel like you were floating. “How you holding up, princess?” That was a new name…not that you minded. “Didn’t go too rough did I?” He panted in between his gentle words, the main drawback of giving it your all.

“Actually.” You huffed a bit, just then realizing how difficult it was to talk, or move, or breathe. “Think you coulda’ gone harder.” He chuckled, the same look of complete infatuation lingering in his oceanic eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“I’m tougher than you’d think, old man.” He laughed at you, appreciating how you could still be the sweetest little thing he’d ever met after being pounded half to death.

“Alright, I’m not even thirty, you little minx.”

“Calling me a minx isn’t helping your case, Zeke.” His eyes lit up with recognition.

“First time you’ve called me that, angel.” He smiled like an idiot in love, because he was one.

“Maybe it’ll be the last, if you keep acting like such an animal around me.” You slapped his shoulder with as much strength as you could muster, which was basically none.

“Well, if you don’t like the rough treatment, how about I treat you like the perfect angel you are? Treat you to a nice, warm shower and a cuddle session with yours truly. How about that?” He gently rubbed your cheek, taking in how wonderful your afterglow was.

“Sounds nice.”

“Alright, let’s go, angel.”

“Okay, Mr. Yeager.” You giggled at how quickly his face darkened and lips tightened into a frown.

“Ever the tease, you are.” He carried you to his shower bridal style, no doubt a sign of things to come.

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Ficlet with Archie getting into a fight with the neighbour's dog to protect Bebe Lin?

The gratingly cheerful ringing of the doorbell slammed into Douxie’s ears and bounced around in his skull like a hyperactive gnome. He snorted as his head jerked up off of his pillow, crusty eyes blinking owlishly against the morning light. He pawed at his nightstand for his phone. 9:14 am. He groaned as he dropped the device back onto the nightstand.

“No civilized human being should be going around banging down doors at this ungodly hour...” he grumbled, pulling himself out of bed and heading for the front door with all the grace and energy of a zombie emerging from its tomb. He quickly changed his mind on the matter when he discovered that the person banging down his door was Claire Nuñez, and that she was holding a casserole dish.

“Hi, Teach!” she beamed. “Sorry, it’s a little early. Jim and I were going to have brunch in the park, and since your place is kind of on my way, I thought I’d drop off these enchiladas. Mama and I made them for you. Figured you probably don’t have much time to cook with a baby around.” It was at this point that she finally noticed his disheveled appearance. “...Did I wake you up?”

“No, no, I’ve been up for hours!” Douxie lied. “Come on in.” He stepped aside to let her in, and took the dish from her. The brightly-patterned kitchen towel wrapped around it did very little to conceal the heavenly smell of its contents. “...You’re an angel, Ms. Nuñez,” he sighed. “And your mum, too. I’ve just recently discovered a man can only subsist on frozen lasagna alone for so long before he starts losing his sense of taste.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised it took you this long,” Claire replied, settling down on the sofa while Douxie took the enchiladas to the kitchen.

“Can I get you anything?” he called. “I was just going to brew myself a cuppa.”

“Tea would be great, thank you. I won’t stay too long. I just wanted to check on you.”

“Probably wise,” Douxie admitted. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence as the wizard bustled about, bringing the water to a boil and setting up the tea tray. He brought it out to the living room and, after shoving a plush toy off of the coffee table with his foot, set the tray down with a flourish. He then immediately collapsed into the nearest armchair, thoroughly exhausted.

“It’s been a week now,” Claire began, politely ignoring the way Douxie was gulping his tea like his life depended on it. “How’s everything going with Samuel?”

“So far so good,” he answered, emerging from his cup with a sigh of relief. “We’ve taken to calling him Little Merlin--Zoe made us shorten it to Lin. He was uneasy the first few days, but he seems happy now.”

“What about his powers?”

“Highly unusual, to be sure,” Douxie mused, staring into his teacup thoughtfully. “But nothing dangerous so far. I can understand why his fosters were scared, though. It’s unsettling even for me. I’ve never heard of magic surfacing at such a young age, and when he’s upset, it’s like the whole room goes cold all of a sudden.”

“Where is he now?”

Douxie choked on his tea and bolted out of his chair. “Oh gods I don’t even know--!”

“He is with Archie in my garden,” a soft voice interrupted. Nari had evidently crept inside while they were conversing, and was now helping herself to one of the biscuits on the tray. She gave Claire a polite nod while Douxie fell back into his chair with a groan. “He awoke quite early this morning. Archie and I thought it would be best if we looked after him, since you were up so late last night.”

“Archie knows how to babysit?” Claire put in.

“Surprisingly, yes,” Douxie answered. “I mean, he did practically raise me, but I wasn’t expecting him to take to a baby this much. I can hardly tear him away from Lin’s side.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet, though!” Claire gushed. “I mean, I never would have guessed--” She stopped short, distracted by a movement outside the front window. Douxie looked up from the biscuit he was dunking and followed her line of sight. A cloud of golden-brown fluff was shuffling around the front yard, nose to the ground and tail swishing happily from side to side.

“Oh, that’s Cooper, the neighbor’s dog. He keeps getting out of his yard, but nobody really minds because he’s the sweetest thing on four legs. No offense to Archie.”

“He has a gentle soul,” Nari agreed, brushing biscuit crumbs off of her shirt. “I have spoken to him a few times. He reminds me quite a bit of Douxie. They have similar values.” She smiled coyly at the sound of Douxie’s indignant sputter.

“Yeah, I can see the resemblance,” Claire snickered. Cooper went out of sight around the side of the house, and the conversation resumed. “Do you have any potential guardians for Lin in mind, or are you still looking?”

“I have one or two old wizarding friends I can try,” Douxie said. “But getting their current contact information is a bit of a hassle. And anyways, right now I think the most important thing is figuring out exactly what Lin is and why his magic is manifesting like this. I was thinking about calling Blinky, ask him if he’s read anything about--” The discussion was once again stopped short, this time by ruckus coming from the back yard--a cacophony of plaintive yelps and draconic snarls. Douxie, Nari, and Claire all bolted out of their seats and raced for the back door. Douxie wrenched it open and dove outside, magic already gathering in his palms, only to find Lin sitting perfectly safe in a patch of clover, looking very confused but otherwise unharmed.

Archie, on the other hand, was about as far from calm as Douxie had ever seen him. His back was arched, spines standing up straight and sharp, the fur on his tail puffed out like a bottlebrush. He was glaring daggers at Cooper, who was curled against the back of the house, quivering and whimpering and rubbing at his snout with one of his paws.

“Archie, what the hell?!” Douxie burst out, trying to scoop his Familiar up before he caused any more damage.

“Unhand me at once!” the cat-dragon yowled. “If it wasn’t for me, your human kitten would have been swallowed by this brute!”

“He's a golden retriever, Arch! The only things he wants to swallow are dog treats and tennis balls!” Douxie shouted, struggling to hold the writhing mass of black fur and scales in his arms. Lin, obviously upset by the commotion, started to cry. Claire inhaled sharply. Douxie hadn't been exaggerating. She could feel the weight of Lin’s unease pressing down on her. Nari slipped around Douxie and approached Cooper, taking his face between her hands and whispering words of healing and reassurance. Archie finally stopped flailing and settled for simply glaring at the dog while hanging upside-down in Douxie’s grasp. Lin, becoming more upset the longer he was ignored, wailed all the louder.

“Claire, could you--?” Douxie grunted, unwilling to risk setting Archie down.

“Yeah, I got him.” The young witch scooped Lin up in her arms and bounced him gently. He settled down almost at once, staring up at Claire with large, curious eyes. “Hi there, Lin,” she cooed. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“As far as first meetings go, I feel like that could’ve been a bit smoother,” Douxie grumbled. Archie kicked him in the chin with his back paw.

“Cooper did not suffer any grave injuries, but he does wish to go home now,” Nari reported.

“Good. And don’t come back,” Archie snarled.

“Your instincts are admirable, Archie, but they are misplaced,” Nari replied as she coaxed Cooper away from the wall and ushered him on his way. He eyed Archie for a moment, then bolted away, tail tucked between his legs.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” the Familiar spat. “You can’t trust dogs.”

“Arch, we haven’t been chased by any dogs since the 1910s,” Douxie groaned. “You need to lighten up.”

“...Fine. Now put me down.” Douxie dropped him unceremoniously, and he landed on the grass with a draconic snort. He shifted back into his feline form and curled around Claire’s legs, beaming up at the baby in her arms proudly. A very long and awkward silence followed.

“Uh...” Claire glanced nervously between Archie, Lin, and Douxie, before finally landing on Nari, who gave her an encouraging nod. “...A-anybody want some enchiladas?”

Thanks so much for reading! ✨

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