#luther cooking for his family

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home this christmas | carmen berzatto x black reader smut

happy christmas! wrote this in a pinch, hope u love

also, all my steve rogers fic readers— what say i finish up girls on film over winter break? just for shits and giggles. enjoy!

the drive to your family’s heirloom brownstone in brooklyn was almost impossible as you and carmy took turns navigating the snowy roads and the panic attack that was new york traffic during the holidays. it would’ve been absolute agony if you weren’t right by your lover’s side and didn’t have tons of r&b christmas classics blasting through the entire time. at the first hotel, the two of you were too exhausted to even talk to each other, but carmen’s arm still found its way around your waist like something of an unconscious mechanism. you had to smuggle yourself free in the morning. by the morning, the two of you were determined to finish up the four-hour drive and make it home for christmas. 

no time for rest though. the minute you and carmy stepped in, you were bombarded with the sound of luther vandross belting christmas classics. the smell of good cooking — candied yams, sweet potatoes, collard greens, and glazed ham- overwhelmed your senses. any tension that had built up on the road was immediately released the moment you walked in, carmy holding a huge crate of ingredients that he would use to make chicken piccata.

“cuzzo!” squealed janae, your favorite girl cousin, and a recent howard u grad, as she ran up with her arms opened wide like a snow angel etched into the snow. 

“hey boo,” you grinned, basking in the warmth of her hug. you held on for so long— halfway through today’s trip, carmy’s car heat stopped working and the both of you had to opt for multiple blankets and layering up in all the coats and scarves you could find, plus whatever slightly warming object was in the back of his trunk.

“hi baby, hi carmen. merry christmas!,” your mother, hustling over to the sink with a large pot full of hot water cooed out.

“merry christmas, ms. __. so good to see you, can i help you with that?” carmen asked, setting down his crate and heading over to your mother, getting straight to business.

“carmen, you know to call me denise,” your mother nagged, waving her hand at carmen dismissively. “what i keep telling you about that?! you’re family. now leave me alone and ‘gon get started with your little chef shit over there.”

carmen smiled, that deep dimple sinking into his cheek that made you fall in love with him all over again each time you saw it. 

“yes ma'am,” he relented.

“ooh, your man is so fine, yn,” your sister announced as she walked into the kitchen. “and a gentleman, but we been knew that. hey, carmy. it’s good to see you, boy.”

“yeah, good to see you, too. how’s uhh— how’s benny?”

your sister scoffed,

“stupid, as always. and he don’t even cook. hey, yn!”

your sister laughed and pulled you into a hug.

“home sweet home,” you grinned, jumping right into the business of the kitchen. 

the rest of the day was chaos, but the kind you could only ever love. if anything, carmy preferred this chaos to that of his family’s thanksgiving and back home. this chaos felt organized and loving, not to mention hilarious. it took so long to convince your family that carmy could really cook, but once they finally met him just a few months before and he put down a peach pie like never before, they could not shut up about how fine and talented your man was, and how he was one of the good ones.

today, the same routine. this time, watching carmen cook for your family in your family home revved up a stir deep inside of you that would linger on your mind for the entire afternoon. everywhere you turned you couldn’t help but eye him — his big arms, littered with tattoos, flexing as he stirred a pot of mashed potatoes; the way his brow dug into his forehead with concentration as he definitively scattered parsley over the chicken; his tongue darting out to lick the side of his lip when he was focusing deeply on something. 

for the first time in the past 24 hours, you were practically separated from carmy. he was focusing on his dish and tending to the demands of the practically all-female kitchen (no men were allowed, bar for carmy and your aunt’s husband), so he didn’t get to talk to you, doubly engrossed in your christmas dinner duties, much either. though the times that he could sneak away or had to pass by you, he reassured you with a light squeeze around your hips or a hand on the small of your pack as he got by you. unbeknownst to him, it was only feeding the stir that was increasing by the hour between your thighs, and polluting your mind with the most unholy thoughts. 

the air was thick with flour, smoke, and the smell of a grand dinner by the time you all were finished cooking. while you let the food cool, you opened gifts. carmy had something for everyone in the family, even your baby cousins, nieces, and nephews. by the end of the gift opening, everyone had agreed that carmy was their new favorite. 

“merry christmas, baby,” carmy muttered against your lips, pulling you in for the first kiss you had shared for a few hours now. he placed your gift in your lap. 

“merry christmas,” you smiled against his lips, which tasted like sweet wine and marshmallows, as you pulled away. 

“c’mon now, what’d he get you?” your aunt hollered from her seat, clapping her hands together joyfully. 

you grinned, sloughing away the paper, which was wrapped to perfection, just like everything carmy dared touch. you nearly squealed when you saw the box: black and white with big bold letters: chanel. 

“baby, you did not,” you whined, frowning as you looked over at carmen. again that dimple reappeared and it took you everything not to jump his bones. he stroked his hand with his chin in that pensive way of his, his smile sheepish and yet smug.

“open it.”

you opened it slowly as if you were scared. then you practically tore it out of the box when you saw just what it was — the metallic pink chanel bag you had liked just once on instagram, posting it on your story with the caption “need.” you didn’t expect anything to come of that, and yet, here carmy was, going above and beyond to keep up with your expensive and exquisite taste. you couldn’t help but screech in excitement, waving the bag in the air while you stuck your tongue out.

“y’all look what my man got me!”

“my man, my man, my man,” some of your cousins echoed, humored, in the background.

the entire living room practically erupted with noises of affirmation and disbelief from your family. 

“girl, let me hold that for you!” your cousin janae pleaded jokingly. 

you broke out into a little dance on the couch, ending it with another kiss planted on carmy’s lips, pulling away with a loud smacking noise. 

“you really didn’t have to, baby. i love you.”

“i love you. that’s why i did it,” carmy grinned, his eyes boring deep into yours, promising his love to you. 

“i just know that’s right,” your mother called out. 

dinner was active and loud, as always. carmen’s chicken piccata barely lasted, and folks were starting to compare it to your aunt’s famous fried chicken, but carmy shut that down immediately.

“nah, don’t get me in trouble,” he smirked, holding the plate you had made for him. 

there was something so indescribably sexy about watching him just standing there. that he was so easily integrated with your family, so helpful, and charming enough to please your own mother and father had you weak in the knees. not to mention the insane gift. he told you he’d been saving up for a few months ever since he saw you post that, and that only made your heart melt more.

when carmy wasn’t so in his own head, he was a man of true, deep intention. you were the one who brought him back to homeostasis, to equilibrium. his mental state seemed to clear of all the “bad shit” when he laid his head on your chest, on your lap, your hands figuring their way through the ringlets of his curly hair. 

“yeah, don’t get him in trouble,” the aunt in question echoed as she walked past.

“don’t worry aunty, i still like your fried chicken better. sorry baby,” you awarded carmy an apologetic kiss on the lips. “but i stand on my shit.”

“as you should,” carmen nodded, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “you like other things about me better though, yeah?”

that last part came as a low murmur against your ear, his lips just barely brushing against the lobe. the words, in tandem with his warm, familiar breath fanning against your neck, made you squeeze your legs together involuntarily. you could practically taste the wine on his lips and it made you dizzy. the stir that had been brewing inside of you for an entire day now was now changing pace, becoming quicker, more violent. if you didn’t fulfill your needs soon, you’d overflow. 

you smiled to save face in front of your family, squeezing carmen’s hand as if to say “later.” but god, later couldn’t come fast enough.  

the rest of the night you were glued to carmen, practically hip to hip. you sat on his lap while your family talked around the tree, and he made sure his hands caressed your thighs ever so softly, just enough to keep you reeling from his trickling touch. you wanted him to squeeze, wanted him to sink his palms into you and then some. 

it wasn’t until nearly midnight that people started to pile out, and only then did you find it appropriate to head upstairs with carmen, bidding adieu to your family. 

“aww, it was so good to see you yn, and you, carmen. what a blessing you’ve been to this family,” crooned one of your aunts as she also made her way out the door.

“blessed to be here. thank you guys for welcoming me, seriously. i couldn’t be luckier, holy shit. excuse my language,” carmen rambled,

the words spilled out with ease because of the wine and because he genuinely felt this way. his whole life, he’d been blessed with found family, reminding him that sometimes water could be just as thick as blood. and when you came with the package? he’d never let go. 

people began to peeter out late into the night, and by the time everyone was gone, only then was it appropriate for you to bring carmy upstairs to get ready for bed. 

both you and carmy spilled out a few more jokes and goodbyes before you took carmy by the hand and led him upstairs. as you were walking up there, it hit you that it was his first time being in your childhood room. you only ever stayed here when you were visiting, so it still had a very y2k theme to it that you hadn’t changed since high school. a poster of lil kim with her legs spread was plastered on your walls, along with nsync, backstreet boys, and a couple other 90s-2000s classics. you still had a half-used bottle of juicy couture viva perfume on your desk, the bow wrapped prettily around the cap. 

“oh shit, it’s been a while,” you chuckled. 

carmen was taking it all in, looking around with a thoughtful grin etched across his lips.  

“always been a fashion girl, huh?” he prodded you.

“oh forever.”

you sidled up in front of him, so close you could feel him up against you.

“you were amazing today,” you reached up to kiss him as he towered over you, in height and energy. a soft, wet kiss that left carmy wanting more. so much so that he unconsciously wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in even closer. 

“yeah?”

“yes. i love watching you with my family. and with the kids, you just…”

“y’know, when i was cooking i kept feeling eyes on the back of my neck. any idea who that could’ve been?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow up as he gazed down at you.

you shook your head knowingly, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, returning his gaze tenfold.

“no,” you replied, your voice sweet like honeydew and so, so telling. 

“fuck,” carmy’s gaze seemed to deepen as his lids sunk lower, drinking in the sight of you. “don’t look at me like that, baby.”

he started to pull you closer towards him, back and back and back until you were plopped down on his bed. his legs, wide and bulky, forced you to spread yours over his lap, welcoming his thighs into a straddle. 

“like what?” you asked, your eyes twinkling as you looked down at him and he looked up at you, his hands roaming your thighs freely, like an expanse of land that was entirely his property. 

“like that, like you’re gonna make me do something you’ll regret.”

“regret? how could i ever regret anything you do to me, baby?” you questioned with a very intentional roll of your hips against him. you felt him grow, blossoming against your own crotch, which made you moan quietly.

“if you’re loud enough—” carmy punctuated his words with a kiss against your neck as his hands went to take off your shirt. you lifted your arms up and your shirt came sliding off, your skin exposed to the cool air. “you just might regret it.”

carmy kissed the side of your neck, eliciting a quiet huff of pleasure from your lips. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure. his fingers danced delicately against your bare sides until finally, he rested the whole of his palms against your body, easing them up and down like he was smoothing you out. 

“mm, i’ll be quiet, daddy,” you hummed, arching your back just so, his hand connecting with the small of your back and fitting right in.

“take your pants off,” he commanded quietly, his eyes practically closed as he studied you with heavy lids. the exhaustion certainly didn’t assist the horny daze he was sinking deeper into, tired and full of lustful thoughts that seemed to weigh him down.

“only if you take your clothes off too, carmy,” you whined, but you shimmied out of your pants anyway, watching him with hungry puppy-dog eyes while he did the same, yanking off his shirt, belt, and pants and throwing them halfway across the room.

“and your bra, too,” carmy said softly, his words coming out delicate like petals falling off a flower. he was completely focused on one thing, and it was you— nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. time moved slow when he watched you like this. 

you started unhooking it, then carmy’s hands flung to your clasp to help you, removing it in record time and throwing it across the room. you opened your mouth to make a joke, but you were immediately silenced when his lips attached hungrily to your breast, closing in on the fat surrounding the small of your nipple while the other hand grasped onto the other. 

you whined quietly and started to roll your hips against carmy even more now, grinding deep against his crotch which was covered by his boxers. you could practically feel him poking inside of you, lubricating your pussy even more than it already was. 

“carmy,” you whined. “can feel you.”

“mhm?” he hummed brokenly, his breaths heavy and dysregulated. you were so warm, sharing in each other’s heat, in the still dark of your bedroom. the sheets all done up, practically untouched. he pulled away from your breast, unlatching with a soft pop of his lips. his hand replaced his mouth, feeling the warm trail that his lips left. “can feel you too, sweetheart.”

he let his hand drift down to your crotch, cupping you over your underwear, which had a big wet spot in the center. 

“yeah, that’s what i feel. you’re so fucking wet, honey,” he crooned into your ear, making sure his lips brushed against your earlobe before he traveled down to kiss on your neck some more, sending shivers down your spine that made you buck your hips involuntarily into his hand. carmy chuckled that dark, smug chuckle that made you hate him and want to ride him all the same. the kind that only came out when you were being desperate— when he had control over you and not the other way around. “what’re you doing, baby? go slow, yeah? be patient.”

he made a wreck of you, obliging you anyway by circling a finger against your clit through your panties, feeling the way your slick seemed to pool endlessly at his touch. wanting to feel it on your skin. 

“shut up, carmy, fuck!” you moaned quietly, your arms wrapped around his neck for balance. 

he played with you just a little more, wondering just how far he could take it until your quiet moans turned into pleading whimpers, until he made you start to beg just for his fingers, so that by the time he sat you down on his lap, letting you sink all the way down onto his cock, you had no more voice to beg. that was on his mind, and yet, in his tired, sex-drunk haze, he knew to give you what you wanted now, before you went and turned the whole house into a personal fuckfest. 

still, he couldn’t help but tease just once more. 

“it’s christmas, honey. what’re we doing?”

“i don’t care,” you huffed. “it’s practically tomorrow, it’s like 11:30.”

carmen nearly snorted,

“need it that bad?”

you didn’t reply, and so he asked you again, this time with a kiss of his lips against your neck, sucking and attaching firmly to the sweet, soft skin there, and with his fingers, pulling down your underwear. slick sounds filling the air as it detached from your wet core, a trail of your arousal in between the cloth and your heat. 

“hm?” carmy hummed, letting his fingers dance along your slit, ever so gently and delicately, like they were trailing up your entire being.

“god, y-yes, carmy. need it, need you. please,” you whimpered, muffled as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, lurching into him like you were surrendering, a natural lull you didn’t even realize you gave into every time without fail. full disregard, letting him take over, letting yourself let go. 

“need my fingers inside you, yeah?” carmy panted, finding it hard to control himself.

all he wanted was to be sheathed fully inside of you, whether that meant twisting you open with his fingers, lapping you up with his tongue, or fucking his cum into you as deeply (and quietly) as he could. he obliged, slipping one finger inside with such gleeful ease, feeling the digit get soaked in your arousal. 

you gasped sharply, lurching forward involuntarily. carmy brought you back down with another hand wrapped firm around your waist.

“no no no, stay right there. and answer me, what do you need?” 

“need you carmy, need your fingers, please, another,” you nearly cried out, your voice going up an octave just to beg. perhaps carmen’s favorite sound from your lips, and it didn’t even sound like yourself— it sounded like someone who was forced into impenetrable bliss and didn’t have a vessel to express it, just the voice.

“okay, okay, sweetheart,” he was sweet and giving, so generous, so dazed and yet still so in charge. dipping another finger into your slick, wet heat and burying his fingers to the hilt inside of you, causing you to squeak out. “fuck, gotta be quiet, honey.”

“yes, yes, i’m sorry,” you scrambled to apologize, which only made him want you more. hungry, he grunted, jerking his hips up to feel something, anything. your hands flew to his crotch, palming him over his boxers, but he gently pulled your hand away. 

“don’t worry about me, baby. don’t worry. gonna have you bouncing on my cock in a minute, just wait. wanna make you feel good first,” he assured you, and in your haze, you nodded agreeably, eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

he moved, slowly, so you could feel his fingers sliding against your walls. you threw your head back, a muffled noise of pleasure escaping from your throat. he kept his eyes on you, unblinking, pumping in slow and controlled one, two times, then he picked up the pace, and with it, you got wetter, slicker, soaking his fingers and his thighs. 

your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t even make any noise. just stilted from the pleasure that you felt, feeling it burn and rev in your stomach— that slow, churning stir back again, working towards completion. all you could hear was your slick as carmy fucked his fingers in and out of you, fast and dangerously deep, hitting every single spot inside of you because his fingers were so thick. carmy’s eyes glanced down for a minute to see his fingers disappearing inside of you like they fucking belonged there, like they were supposed to be inside of you, making you so wet that it was all you could hear. he watched as your arousal painted your mound and spread across your thighs, breathing out heavily in disbelief. he started to fuck his fingers into you faster now, and you whimpered in a pitch he’d never heard from you before. with his other hand, he assisted you in bouncing your hips at the same pace as his fingers. the room was filled with the sounds of squelching as his fingers fucked in and out of you, carrying along your slick with it.

“fuck, you’re so fucking wet. your pussy’s so fucking loud, baby, you must feel so good, huh? feels so good? don’t wanna wake anybody up, do you?” he was delirious, saying whatever came to his mind, his grip on your hip tight and his fingers wrecking you at such a torturous pace. 

“mm-mm, mm-mm,” you cried, rocking your hips against his hands and damn near taking his knuckles— his interjections of “such a pretty wet pussy” and “you’re doing so good for me, you sound so fucking good, baby” brought you to your high, and you rode it out whale bouncing your hips up and down. legs shaking and thighs trembling as you tightened around his fingers, releasing all over him. your voice a muddled mess as you cried out. “fuck, carmy, i’m coming. i’m coming.”

“fuck,” carmen said through gritted teeth, his cock jumping in his boxers. “fuck, you’re so good. you’re so fucking good, yn, that’s it. that’s it sweetheart.”

you whimpered as you came, his fingers still deep inside of you and thrusting while you rode it out/

“i know, i know,” he muttered reassuringly, letting you get yours and then pulling his fingers out softly, resting his head against your rising and falling chest. 

his hands returned to a smooth, kind roam as he let you catch your breath, touching every part of you to comfort you. when you had found your basis again, you sighed lovingly and wrapped your hands around carmen’s neck, pressing your forehead against his and gazing into his eyes. 

a soft smile tugging at your lips, you whispered,

“i love you, bear. wanted to be around you all day, even after spending two days straight with you. still wanted you.”

“i always want you,” he replied without skipping a beat. he lifted his head up to kiss you. “and i love you too. if we can survive a twelve-hour road trip we can survive anything.”

“shit, if we can survive christmas with my family we can survive anything,” you giggled, kissing 

his forehead.

“yeah, i love your family though. mom’s dope. sister’s hilarious. cousins are wildly talented. it fucking runs in the family. i don’t know what runs in my family, maybe… i dunno, bad shit,” he chuckled with a huff, shaking his head. 

“hey,” you pouted. “don’t say that, bear. you’re sweet… attentive… loving… a perfectionist until it kills you, but, that’s valuable. isn’t it?”

you punctuated each word with a kiss, trailing down his neck and around his clavicles.

“fuck,” he breathed out. “don’t start something you can’t finish, now.”

“try me,” you grinned devilishly. 

#the bear #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x black reader #carmy x black reader #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy smut #carmy x reader smut #the bear fx #the bear smut #black reader #x black reader

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❤️What would they do for valentine's day (dbh)❤️

Hello everyone! I hope you all got the love you deserved today! (from family, co-workers, friends or lovers doesn't matter <3) and I hope you will like this :) it's not NSFW bc I didn't had enough idea for NSFW headcanons about valentine's days since I'm single :_: so sorry abt that

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💙Daniel💙

(I have this headcanons were the dpd repaired all the androids that could be repaired after Markus got them their rights so let's say it's after that :))

- poor boy is really traumatized by is old owners, but he remembers how they acted to each other on valentine's day, how one would cook and the other buy presents all the stuff like that, so he considered about doing similar

- If you say you don't want anything fancy for this day or that you finish work a bit late, he would be stressing inside but not showing any of it, he has attachments issues and even if it's not meant in a bad way he feels like you would get rid of him like his previous owners tried to

- cooks something fancyer than usually and would set candles were you both usually eat (like I said in previous headcanons : thirium food hc for androids), maybe some red themed decoration but not too much and a lot but A LOT of kisses and cuddles in the couch <3 it would be praises from him to you and the other way around to let each other know you are both loved deeply

- as a gift he would try to help you with work that you brought home so you can rest in bed with him sooner than you did every day, if he can't help he would just bring you some coffee/tea (or any favorite drinks you like folks) to keep you going while you finish

- hugs you frome behind while you work and while you fall asleep either on him or in the bed after taking care of you in a warm and romantic bath <3

💚Ralph💚

(for Ralph you meeted him thanks to Kara and you live with him in this BTW :))

- he didn't knew what valentine's day was until he saw it either on your TV or while he was walking outside, he asked more about it to Kara since Kara and Luther were dating now, she explained that it was something to show love to the ones you truly care about

- "but isn't that something you should do every day?"

- after a while he finally understood and rushed home to surprise you the best he could

- putting the keys in your bag and getting in the living room, you saw a big bouquet of your favorites flowers and plants on the center table, you smiled fondly when Ralph took you in his arms from behind and kissed your cheek

- " Ralph made the composition himself, they won't last very long but we could always try to do the same with paper, what do you think?"

- he also ordered your favorite food, since he knows he can't cook well since he doesn't have a "home caring" program (the Alice and Kara incident at the squat made us realize that lol)

- he want to feed you and you to feed him, he didn't got loved like that and he want to show you he does truly

🤎Markus🤎

- he knows what valentine's day is about, Carl made back then a special painting about this day and explained it to markus how, for humans, it was important and meaningful

- once you got home nothing would have changed but, when you enter your room to get changed you saw a big painting of you and your lover on the bed with petals of your favorite flower on the sheets, you admired the painting when you heard a romantic song playing on a piano, you smiled to yourself knowing who it was and you got into the working area that you reserved for markus and his hobbies

- "did you like the painting? I hope you did because It will be hanging in this room since today"

- he smiled and kissed you, then probably wants to dance with you and make you laugh for the rest of the day

- "you are the most beautiful peace of art ever, I mean it"

☕Gavin☕

- "valentine's day? Pff it's for cowards"

- would sent you some dumb romantic quotes by text so only you can see them

- when you got home you find a box of chocolates with a little note on it

- "even if I don't show it or tell it every day, I'm glad you are in my life"

- he would hug you in the bed/sofa and cherish your body while saying sometimes love words to you

- kiss everywhere you feel insecure 1nd likes when you kiss his scars

💛Simon💛

- prepared everything so you don't have to do anything but relax when you get home, diner? Already made, cleaning? Done, he wants you to enjoy every seconds of the time you will spend together

- "here let me take your coat" with a warm smile then a hug and a kiss

- some lights lit up in the room and your favorite perfume all over the room to make you at ease

- buyed you flowers, made you a card, dressed up fancy and buyed you some clothes he thought you would have liked, this man wants to make you feel special and loved <3

- drinking champagne by a balcony, looking at the stars and Detroit, chatting about whatever comes to your minds

- he is glued to you and snuggling against you (pls let him be the little spoon he just wants to feels you holding him)

🩸Connor🩸

- since he is still a little bit awkard with his deviancy, he literally bullied hank to make tings perfect

- dressed in a blue and black suit, he invited you to a restaurant and made you the center of his attention since every days he as to focus on cases for work

- walks while taking your hand in a park and sits on a bench looking at the stars

- "every nights and days with you are wonderful, I can't get enough of them and you, I wished we could do this every night"

- arrived home he would help you get cleaned and then spoons you while stroking your hair and soothing you to sleep

🥃Hank🥃

- "valentine's day are only made to make money, it's dumb"

- wants just to spend the day with you at home chilling, in pyjamas, nothing fancy

- maybe would order what you would want to eat and let you pick the movie

- strokes your hair whil you snuggle next to him

- don't be surprised if you see a gift on your bed

- "what? Just because I find it dumb doesn't mean I can't buy you shit.."

- If you buy him something he would use it every day every times he can

- falling asleep with you and sumo in the bed is the best valentine's this old man could dream of

🤖Nines🤖

- many researchs of how he can show you his love by touch or gift since he isn't good with words

- kisses and hugs out of nowhere, more than usually

- gift you clothing and jewelry

- tries to cook (either it's fantastic either it's burned, no in-between)

- let's you borrow his working jacket for once

- takes you shopping

- takes you to a restaurant

- in bed he would keep you as close as he can and gently rub every part that reach his hands

- he doesn't expect anything in return but if you do, it will stay in his mind 24/24hours and he would be overwhelmed by that

🕊️Rupert🕊️

- he hear about valentine's day while feeding some pigeons in the park

- would send a message with a bird to your window, while waiting outside for you

- "you know I love you right? Do you want to be my valentine this year?"

- takes you into a zoo and stops almost every time to analyse every animals (even the ones that aren't part of the zoo)

- buys you a plush of your favorite animal and some food

- takes many pictures with you and then gift them to you in a frame

- offers you his coat when you both get home

- when you propose him to stay he smiles and hugs you in the bed until you fall asleep

☮️Josh☮️

- he knows what valentine's day is since almost the start of his deviancy, when you started to get with him he knew he wanted to experience this first time with you

- takes you to your favorite place and does a picnic there

- watch the clouds and imagine the forms and their story

- made you some home made gift

- "wait you have some crumbs here, don't move.."

- plays and dance with you when you get home and then falls asleep one the couch, you on top of him, he is hugging you tightly against him

- you are the best thing that happened to him since the androids rised up

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I hope you like those headcanons!

#x reader #fluff #angst #dbh rk900 #markus dbh #dbh hank #dbh gavin #dbh simon #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh josh #josh #markus #dbh daniel #daniel #dbh ralph #dbh rupert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #dbh headcanons #headcanons #valentines day #14th february #markus x reader #daniel x reader #connor x reader #rupert x reader #ralph x reader #josh x reader #hank x reader

[sewinrat]

Hi! Could you write a Sebastian x Luther cat reader? Most likely they would be bottom of the catmen but still above seb in house order

No problem. Sorry I'm late and this was rushed a bit.

*Reader is gn.

Your cat ear twitch when you hear that a new addition to the family will be introduced soon at Randal's birthday. That means you won't be the bottom of the pets anymore! Hooray for you! Maybe not so much for the new pet.

And the birthday couldn't come sooner, because it's finally the day the new pet arrives. Luther brought out a coffin shaped present to Randal and it's the new pet! And a human one too. Your pupils dilated once you saw him. Unlike the other two cats, you show a cat-like smile towards Sebastian. Sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs, what an interesting name but this is Randal we're talking about. You saw Nyen and the jester/clown drooling and you know what they are thinking about. So you gently hit them both gently on the arm and glare at him. Nyen glared back at you but doesn't do anything. After the whole birthday party shenanigans, Sebastian and Randal went back to Randal's room. You still want to try and have a conversation with the human but unfortunately you have to hold if off for tomorrow.

When the next day came, you saw Sebastian hiding from Randal in a closet. You approached his hiding spot and open it which startled Sebastian so much. Your ears are pretty relaxed and your eyes are once again dilated. With a grin, you entered the closet and sit beside Sebastian. Sebastian doesn't really wants to stay in the closet anymore but stayed anyway. You purr as you lean on his form and Sebastian tensed before he eventually relaxed seeing that you were not threatening him or hurting him. It was all calm until Randal ruin the moment.

Randal whined to you that you should've told him earlier where Sebastian was but you don't really care that much. Then Luther brought you all to the kitchen to cook dinner for Sebastian. The whole time you were holding Sebastian's hand which he made no effort to remove himself from you. Unfortunately the dinner failed and now you all had to go Smile Diner. Yayy... I guess. You sat beside Sebastian, still holding his hand but unfortunately you had to let go for you to avoid getting restrained and forced feed. With your cat ears down, you tried your best trying to help Sebastian but can't do much unless you want to end up like him.

In the end, once you all go home after that you checked up on him to see if he's okay. You grab his face and look all over for any injuries and once you're done, you hug him and let out soft purrs in worry. Sebastian pat your back awkwardly while returning the hug. He guessed it's not so bad if you were with him.

#ranfren #randal’s friends #ranfren x reader #x reader #ranfren sebastian #ranfren Sebastian x reader #sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs #Sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #Sincerely sewer rat

[imago1603]

Donald Ressler's whump!list

1.3. "Wujing"  punched and slammed his forehead towards glass, bloody bruises on his forehead.

1.4 "The Stewmaker" punched in the back of his head, restrained

1.5 "The Courier" cut himself on his left forearm to protect his cover

1.6 "Gina Zanetakos" got involved into a fight with Gina in a lift, got punched in a face, been suffocated in a chokehold till unconscious, disoriented afterwards, bruises on his face. Saves everyone by risking his life when drives a car with a 'dirty' bomb inside, jumps out of moving vehicle, in pain. 

1.9 "Anslo Garrick" shot, bleeding out, field care, blood transfusion, unconscious

1.10 "Anslo Garrick Conclusion" slapped, tortured, threatened, recovering in hospital 

1.11 "The Good Samaritan" limping for the wound in his leg

1.12 "The Alchemist" still limping 

1.13 "The Cyprus Agency"  hit by car, pain to his leg for a little while 

1.14 "Madeline Pratt" got in a fight capturing a criminal, got hit in a face couple times, no harm

1.15 "The Judge" was caught off guard while looking for a suspect, probably got hit off screen, no visible damage in the next scene 

1.16 "Mako Tanida" threatened by serial killer, attacked, heart broken, nosed in the car, passed out, several bruises on his face. 

1.18 "Milton Bobbit" shot in the chest but fake scene

2.6 "The Mombasa Cartel" kidnapped, drug problem

2.7 "The Scimitar" sedated, unconscious, hospital, car accident, head wound

2.9 "Luther Braxton" suspended from ceiling by chains around the neck, slowly choked

2.10 "Luther Braxton Conclusion" fought for his life, punched, roughly fallen to the ground, bruises on his throat for had been hanged with a chained noose around his neck

2.12  "The Kenyon Family" involved in car accident, bruises on his forehead, got stuck into the car, captured, tied by his feet and dragged by motorcycle

2.21 "Karakurt" involved into an explosion blast, slammed against a car, bruises on his face 

3.2 "Marvin Gerard" involved into a car incident he provolked, fought, bruise on his forehand 

3.3 "Eli Matchett" fought, punched, bloody bruises on his forebrown and chin

3.11 "Mr. Gregory Devry" fallen from a moving truck against a car windshield, a little dazed

4.7 "Dr. Adrian Shaw" pepper sprayed in the face, stingy eyes, no harm

4.19 "Dr. Bogdan Krilov" struck by a stunning bomb and hit his head against the dresser and passed out, bloody cut on his forehead, tied up drugged and memories manipulated, bruise on his hand where drugs were injected 

5.4 "The Endling" hit by explosion blast and slammed towards the wall, dizzy and ears hissing

5.5 "Ilyas Surkov" hit by explosion blast, flew into the air, surprisingly not harmed 

5.10 "The Informant" got slapped by Presscott, ready to surrender to the police for his crime, saved by Red 

5.12 "The Cook" fought, been hit in a face 

5.14 "Mr. Raleigh Sinclair III" close call, almost got shot, criminal missed

6.18 "The Brockton College Killer" fought, punched

6.19 "Rassvet"  fought, punched, no further damage 

7.8 "The Hawaladar" fought, suffocated in a choke hold, can’t get up, coughing. lost consciousness, headache afterwards 

8.3 "16 Ounces" hit by explosion blast, many bloody cuts and treated in hospital, grimacing

8.19 "Balthazar "Bino" Baker" into a car accident and dizzy, shot and under gunpoint, hunted down, grunting and coughing, bleeding and treated on the field with makeshift equipment, panting and grunting, under gunfire, dizzy, unconscious and pale, carried in arms, surgery on the field, laying unconscious on a table with a cannula at his nose, IV and patch stained of blood, tube into his chest 

8.20 "Godwin Page" laying unconscios in recovery in hospital, septicemia, intubated and unconscious, crisis

8.22 "Konets" still in hospital, weak, in pain, checked himself out before full recovery 

9.7 "Between Sleep and Awake" in pain still suffering from chest wound from season 8, car crash, in hospital, pneumothorax, in hospital in wheelchair, drug use, severely beaten, emotional whump, in grief

#the black list #donald ressler #whump!ressler #my art #sketching

[marlesbian]

The Lupin Family: a story (and headcanons)

The Lupins were a family of three: Lyall, Hope and Remus. They lived on a small farm in the town of Mold, Wales. Their house was small and simple, but incredibly warm and cozy. They were happy. Now let's start where their story starts: When Lyall met Hope...

He always saw her at the public library in a small town in Wales, she practically lived there, always with a history book in hand. He never did have the courage to talk to her, until that night. He was on that city for a mission, and it was to catch that vicious boggart, Hope had took the trail through the woods that night, after leaving her boring office job. She always had a very fertile imagination, so the boggart quickly took shape, and she started screaming, Lyall went running to her aid. He helped her and asked her out on a date. They fell in love rather quickly, the kind of love that felt like two were teenagers again, even though they were both into their thirties. They married quickly, within a year they were both married and moving together to Mold, their son Remus was born shortly after.

Hope Howell was a short skinny muggle woman, she had brown slightly curly hair, dark eyes and a kind smile. Her voice was sweet but spikey and she had a thick welsh accent. She mostly wore flowery dresses, in blue and greenish tones, she wore lots of braids and almost never let her hair down. She loved wearing the tichel to do her gardening, it was when she felt closest to God. She was a very kind mother and teacher, a great listener, even though she looked short and weak, she gave the strongest most suffocating amazing hugs

Lyall was very tall and skinny, like Remus, he had long fingers and a bony hand, he kept his brown hair short and beard visible, trimmed and organised. He had to look respectable, he had to keep appearences. He usually only wore earth tones and was almost all the time wearing the same brown suit and light washed jeans. He smoked a pipe but almost never drank. He was an atheist, like most pureblood wizards. they were really great parents, they didn't have much, not many people surrounding them, but they managed to give their son the best childhood a child could want.

They were literally SO FULL OF LOVE you could feel it in the way they looked at each other and that child was their whole lives. Their lives were basically all around Remus, Lyall loved taking him on walks and teaching him about animals, Hope always read him books, and before bed, the both of them read something for their son to sleep, that's why he started reading at a very young age. No matter how long they were married, they still remained completely in love and passion.

Lyall loved giving his wife theatrical kisses in front of Remus because he looked like a tomato whenever they showed affection in front of him.

Every Sunday night, after Remus went to sleep (or just up to his room) Lyall put out the radio on his favourite station, where they played the most romantic slow songs and he and his wife danced cheek to cheek in the living room until they got tired.

They also had a dog, a chocolate labrador named Luther, and Remus when he was little played w him like a pony, mounting in his back and running around the farm.

Their house was incredibly full of books, there was a book in every corner, everywhere you looked. the house had cranky stairs and always signaled when someone was going up or down, only Remus knew how to use them silently. Lyall was a great cook so he always made their dinner. hope had a huge green thumb and she took care of all the plants on their farm (her favorites were the flowers. They grew all sorts of vegetables on the farm and raised a few chickens but they mostly didn't eat meat. Hope was in charge of the plants in the house and Lyall of the animals, they raised chickens (for eggs), some ducks, they had a cow for the milk, and their dog, of course. hope always left some fruit outside and seeds to feed passing birds.

When Remus got bitten, just before he turned five, Lyall did everything in his power to change his mind about werewolves, he tried to distance himself from the wizarding world and only work as a farmer, working with magic when it came to treatment for Remus. They didn't have much money, but still, Lyall spent it all on research. In the beginning, he searched for a cure, a way to heal his innocent little boy, but when Remus was almost 9, he just looked for palliatives, medicine, and just the best way to take care of him. Lyall felt extremely guilty for what happened to his child, he was in a shocked state the first two days and distanced himself from his family because he didn't know what to do, he felt he had doomed and ruined his baby's life forever, but he shook it off pretty quickly, and spent every minute since, trying to make it up for what he felt he caused. But don't think that Hope and Lyall's marriage wasn't shaken by all of that, they fought a lot when Lyall spent all their money, when he couldn't look his son in the eyes, but they never even once thought of separating. They decided that even if nobody could love their child by being who he was, they would be the ones to, werewolf and all, they loved all of him. That's why they were actually okay when Remus started dating Sirius because they saw that Sirius loved their boy the way he deserved, loving all of him.

Hope wasn't very close to her family, they were either dead or lived in Cardiff, and they didn't visit often because they did jot approve of her life with no ambitions. Lyall’s family was almost entirely dead, saving for his lesbian sister (closeted) and his mother (who died when remus was 4)

After Remus started Hogwarts Hope decided to dedicate more of herself to studying and her career, so she started some research for University, so she could work full-time as a historian and researcher. Lyall worked most of his life in the magical creatures department. Still, after everything with Remus, he decided to leave the magical world and started working full-time as a farmer, selling their produce in the city. After Hope's passing, he returned to working in the Ministry of Magic. (I am not getting into details bc I don't want this to be sad.)

Lyall played the acoustic guitar, and some nights when he wasn't too tired, everyone stayed in the kitchen to listen to it. Hope knew how to play the piano and she was an awesome singer. Remus loved it when everyone was happy at home, he loved the summer days when he woke up and went to get the eggs, listened to music in the living room, watched his mother reading, waited for his father to get home from work, then they all stayed in the kitchen. Lyall pulled out the guitar and Hope sang. These were the best, and they happened almost every summer night

The Lupins adored music, they listened to the Beatles, Billie Holiday, nico, the Beach Boys, Chet Baker, Ella Fitzgerald, and anything jazz or blues (then, when Remus was a teen, he slowly convinced them to start loving rock)

The house was full of trinkets and had random things everywhere, they were somewhat accumulators because everything had a meaning or a memory to it Hope loved making jams and compote from the fruits she grew and she always sent one to Remus, she was also an amazing baker.

In the summers, Remus went to help them to sell the produce in the city, and that was when he made some friends, but honestly, he didn't really want any friends, he had his books, his parents and music, and to him, that was more than enough. It was a bit surprising that he actually made friends at Hogwarts, but his parents were delighted to hear so, even if they were a bit scared at first. They always wanted Remus to bring his friends to the farm and they were just such cool parents!

They befriended the Potters when their sons were 12 and visited basically throughout the whole summer.

They were the most supportive loving parents, they were sweet and caring. Hope showed love through food and quality time, Lyall was a man of few words but showed love through actions, he always moved mountains to make them happy.

I made them a Pinterest board because I ran out of space for photos, you can access it here

#remus lupin #remus john lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar #remus lupin headcanon #marauders headcanon #marauders era headcanons #the marauders era #marauders #the lupins

[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 1 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates) Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

In this first chapter of Part 2...it's pretty much just sex and scene setting. Spanking and daddies and edging, oh my!

(Lots of) smut below: proceed at your own risk

Chapter One: The Alarm Clock

You've settled into Academy domesticity well. It was strange to go from living alone in a tiny apartment to a huge, four storey family compound, yet you find yourself at home. Sure, it can be a little crazy living with four to eight other people at any given time, (including a capricious seven-year-old), but it’s more than worth it.

Yourself, Five and Diego’s little family are the only permanent residents, with the others coming and going on a more ad-hoc basis. Viktor, an incredibly talented violinist, mainly sleeps in his apartment near the concert hall, while Luther and Sloane have a base in the city. Klaus, much to Five’s annoyance, has taken over the largest training room as his studio. He produces strange, avant-garde pieces at irregular intervals and often leaves brightly coloured footprints in the courtyard. None of you are entirely sure where he’s sleeping.

Throwing some peppercorns into the dry pan toasting the rest of your whole spices, you rotate your hips to Tina Turner’s Private Dancer, playing over the sound system. Raising the wooden spoon to use as an imaginary microphone, you lip sync the chorus, emoting dramatically. As Tina builds towards the key-change, you can’t even let out your strangled yell as your neck is jerked abruptly backwards; the sound only coming when you’re pinned to an attacker behind you. His forearm flexes, applying pressure to your throat.  

“And with that, you’re dead.”

He releases you.

“Fuck you, Five!” You raise a hand to your throat, massaging away the little lingering pain.

“If you’re going to be attacked, it will be when you least expect it- when you’re most relaxed. Whoever tries to hurt you isn’t going to give you the courtesy of fighting fair.”

“Shithead.” You shake the spice-pan a little too violently, the spices giving off their aroma as they toast. Still behind you, Five kisses your neck and puts his hands on the swell of your hips.

“I’m sorry dear one,” he rubs you a little, easing your tension with practiced hands. “you’ve been doing well sparring but your reflexes are still sup-par.”

“But I’m cooking.”

“Well we’ll have to hope someone who wants you dead will give you a second to turn the burner off and square up.” You breathe out hard through your nose.

“So I’m supposed to spend my entire life on a hair-trigger, just waiting to be murdered?”

“If you want to stay safe, yeah.”

“That’s no way to live.”

“You get used it.” he mumbles, laying his chin on your shoulder, “Smells good.”

“Hm.” You break away from him, removing the pan from the heat and readying the spice grinder. You’re unable to shake annoyance.

Hands back in his jacket pockets, Five crosses the kitchen to his newly-installed wine fridge. The one with temperature-controlled zones that you’d teased him about so mercilessly. Bending from the waist, he runs his eyes over the white wines he has lined up. He’s less experienced with white than red wines, (the former having not fared as well in long-storage during the apocalypse), but now he’s happily making up for lost time.

He straightens up with a Chenin Blanc and pours you both a generous glass.

“Salud”, he says, handing you your glass and holding up his own. You clink with good grace but don’t verbally return his good wishes, “want me to chop those onions?”

Though still not completely happy with Five, you begin to relax again after half a glass of wine and some more music. The meal starts to come together, perhaps slightly more slowly than if you were alone. Five’s particularly pedantic about measurements, so you find yourself waiting by the pot as he makes sure he has precisely the right amount of tomato. When the sauce starts to simmer, you’re able to focus on finishing your wine. It's another excellent pick by Five, you have to admit.

Standing at the sound system, he changes the song. The sultry tones of I Can’t Stop Loving You fade into being; Ray Charles is his usual, bluesy-voiced self. You feel a smile form in spite of yourself. You know what he’s doing, so you don’t give him the satisfaction of turning round.

Clearly deciding that he needs to escalate his attack, Five approaches. Again, he presses his chest against your back and glides his long fingers around your hips, coming to rest on your stomach. He sways to the music, bringing your body in time with his. To show him that he’s not getting around you this easily, you ignore him and give the sauce a stir. This causes him to pull out his trump card; still swaying, his mouth against your ear, he pours his honey-baritone into your ear.

“Though long ago, they still make me blue…”

“That’s not fair”, you say, finally. You can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice as he replies.

“You know I fight dirty.”

He continues to sway your body with his, lightly kissing your ear and neck during the instrumentations and singing to you quietly. You had never considered yourself the sentimental sort before meeting him, but his old-fashioned sense of romance was simply irresistible. You close your eyes and lay your head back onto his chest

After a pleasant meal together, the dishes all done, you head to bed. On the way up to the entrance hall, Five stops to kiss you on the basement stairs, leaning you up against the wall. You deepen the kiss, running your hands beneath his jacket and around his waistcoated body. When you feel him start to respond, you rapidly jerk your knee upwards and into his crotch. It’s not a hard blow; had it not taken him by surprise, he would have been able to parry or ignore it but, as it is, he doubles over, letting out a little ‘ah!’ of pain.

“I’m sorry Five,” you say, “but if someone’s going to knee you in the balls then it’ll be when you least expect it, when you’re most relaxed.”

“You-”

But you run away from him laughing. He pursues you almost immediately, training and fortitude overcoming pain. You outpace him, barely, but then he blinks directly in front of you as you turn into the entrance hall. Still laughing madly, you dodge him effectively as he makes to grab you.

“Nicely done!” he remarks, starting to laugh too as he tears after you again, “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill you.”

“Whatever!” you shout as you make for the stairwell, leaping steps three at a time. Before you reach the second floor, you hear him blink again but he doesn’t seem to reappear. You slow your steps, needing to be both alert and quiet, (the latter because of the sleeping child on the second floor). You make your way stealthily up the rest of the stairs towards the attic, ready for him to ambush you again.

He does so just as you’re about to place your hand on the bedroom door. Grabbing you again from behind. He blinks you both into the bedroom.

“Got you.”

Dragging you roughly towards the bed, he shoves you onto it, his eyes dark with sadistic mischief. You intend to spring up, but before you can he pins your arms above your head with one hand and weighs your torso down with his upper body.

“You’re gonna get it now,” he smiles threateningly, but you just give him a sassy look. Clearly not getting the contrition he’d hoped for, he uses his free hand to unbutton your jeans. Then, in one movement, he uses the waistband to pull you over onto your side, your arms twisting above your head. He pulls your jeans and panties down in one.

Without giving you a chance to prepare for what’s coming, he slaps your left asscheek hard, making you squeal in pain. He doesn’t wait for the pain to bloom outwards before bringing his hand down again, right in the same spot with the same intensity. As you let out another yelp of pain, he rapidly removes his tie and secures your arms, wrists down, to the bedframe, trying the knots tight.

He stands up, the imprint of his erection clear against his trousers. For a moment, his burning eyes catch yours. It’s a moment of confirmation. Sure, you can stop this at any time, but until then he’s going to really make you pay. He crosses to the wardrobe and extracts one of your scarves. This, he uses to gag you. Like his tie, he knots it tight. The material bites hard into your mouth, effectively stopping any sound escaping. Now he can really let loose. You feel your pussy get wet with anticipation and the heat radiating outwards from his last blows.

Roughly, he puts the small bedside alarm clock into your hand.

“Throw or drop this when you need to bitch out on me.”

You nod, letting him know you understand. The use of the word ‘when’ rather than ‘if’ is as arousing as it is unsettling.

He walks down to the foot of the bed and pulls your jeans and panties down to your ankles before flipping you over onto your front. At least your arms are less twisted now. You grip the alarm clock in your left hand, its corners digging into your palm.

“I want you face down, ass up,” you shuffle into position, letting your asscheeks spread wide and your face press into the pillow. You can hear the floorboards creek as he walks around the bed. You’re unable to see him but it’s hard to not imagine him, arms folded and thick brows raised as he inspects the sight in front of him.

“It’s going to hurt for you to sit down tomorrow,” he sounds almost regretful, as if he’s already administered the full punishment, “a shame.”

Waiting is the worst part. It feels like every hair stands erect. Your heart flutters. Suddenly, the usually cosy attic room feels drafty, a cold breeze tingling your skin. You feel him move as if to strike… but he stills his hand before it makes contact. He chuckles at your instinctive flinch and then very gently runs his finger along the line where your labia meet. You shudder, but before you can register the tingle of pleasure, he slaps your ass with a whip-like crack and an answering sting.

He focuses all his efforts on your left ass cheek, switching between front and back handed slaps, putting no small part of his considerable strength into every blow.

“You. Bad. Little. Fucking. Bitch”

You scream into your gag, tears of pain coming into your eyes. He doesn’t let up, sometimes making little grunts of effort as he spanks you. The smack upon smack is almost unbearable even as your pussy becomes unbearably wet and the intensity of your arousal becomes itself a little painful. He stops hitting you. When he leans down to look you straight in the eye, his hands are back in his jacket pockets.

“Have I made my point yet?”

You grip the alarm clock even tighter, white hot pain blooming through your ass. You like the idea that you’re giving him more trouble than he anticipated. Something about hearing him grunt as he whales on you is hot in its own right. He eyes the alarm clock.

With a rueful sigh, he returns to your ass, this time painting your right cheek red. He brings his palm down so hard that your body lurches from side to side. He’s starting to breathe hard now with the effort. Even as tears roll down your face, you concentrate all your effort on not giving in. One thing combat training with Five had taught you was endurance.

When he seems to feel satisfied with the color, he rubs a hand on each cheek, none too gently. He pulls them as wide apart as they will go before crushing them harshly together. You cry out a little as the already flayed flesh aches.

He reappears beside you, jacket off and fingers steepled together in front of his chest.

“You had enough?”

You look back insolently, shaking your hands within your bonds to show the still-gripped clock. He laughs.

“Wow. I got a feeling you might regret saying that.”

He unties your hands from the bed and flips you onto your back again. Your ass throbs as it makes contact with the mattress. After tying your hands securely above your head again, he reaches into the beside cabinet and grabs a more recent addition to his small collection of sex toys; it’s a little G-spot vibrator he bought with you in mind. He sits between your legs, forcing them wide with one hand and the weight of his body.

He turns it on and applies it to your clit. Already aroused, the sudden vibration sends electricity down all your limbs. He lets the vibe do most of the work, sometimes swirling it delicately, like he’s adding fine detail to an oil painting. He watches you moan against your gag, his face taking on that scholarly air that sometimes comes upon him while he pleasures you. Like you’re a tricky equation that needs to be squared.

You twist a little, the direct contact slightly too intense. He pushes down on you harder, pinning you to the bed. Your legs are fully spread for him; and you’re unable to do damn thing about it. As your orgasm builds slightly painfully, you feel your pussy throb and wetness pool as you get nearer and nearer to the crisis. You feel your thighs tremble beneath him and you call out just as you reach the precipice…

And then he removes the vibrator.

“Oh, did you want to come?”

He turns the vibe down to its lowest setting and reapplies it to your clit. You sob slightly at the not-enough pleasure of it. You try your best to wriggle down onto it, to press it more firmly into you, but he has you held fast. You can feel your juices dripping down on to the bed, your whole pussy aflame with denied release.

He wiggles the vibe, causing you to feel a tiny, too small spasm. He laughs at the desperation in your eyes and the pained ‘Mm-m’ that forces its way through your gag.

“So we’re already struggling, huh?”

He turns up the power a tiny amount. It’s enough to pull an intense, wavering whine from you, but not to get you there. You tense up, the base of your spine lifting from the bed. Sensing your discomfort rising, he wiggles the toy. You feel as if you’re about to explode, cry or both. You try to move again, wailing with frustrated arousal. You want to press yourself harder onto the vibrator or else relieve your thrumming clit by getting away, but he doesn’t let you. You sob shakily and throw the alarm clock onto the floor.

“There we go.”

He turns the vibrator up, it’s agonising pleasure. Your overstimulated clit burns as you scream and cry through your orgasm. He lets up on your body slightly, allowing you some room to thrash against your bonds. After the final surges subside, he removes the vibe and leaves you to tremble and pant on the bed.

He removes the scarf from your mouth.

“All ok?”

In response to your weak confirmation, he kisses you briefly and then stands, undressing himself as he looks down at you.

“I'd say you look suitably sorry.”

You neither confirm nor deny, looking up at him as he strips off his last clothing and finally strokes himself a little. He looks achingly hard. Again, he unties you from the bedframe, leaving your hands still tied behind you. He takes a second to cup and stroke each breast, running the tip of each finger over your nipples before instructing you to retake your head down, ass up position. Once you’re there, he kneels between your legs and rubs himself between your folds, breath hitching a little as he enjoys the warm wetness on the head of his dick.

He doesn’t waste time, pushing himself into you and filling you pleasantly. You breathe out shakily. There’s something about being on his dick that makes you feel like it’s where you were born to be. After giving you a second to adjust to the fullness, he begins to fuck you like this, snapping his pelvis rhythmically towards his hands clasped around your hips. Your sore ass protests a little at the repeated pressure.

As he speeds up, he grabs the loose end of his tie and pulls your hands up and backwards. Your head lifts off the pillow, your arms stretching behind you. The slight discomfort is even more of a turn on, and this new position clearly does something for him too. He groans and speeds his thrusts, becoming more erratic the longer he goes.

“Oh fuck,” you drawl. His dick rubs your g-spot rhythmically, making up for the ache in your asscheeks as his body slams into them.

After he comes and his deep-throated grunts subside, he circles his hips slightly, deep inside you, making the most of his receding pleasure. After pulling out of you, he bends to kiss each of your asscheeks and unties you. You relax your stiff body, laying face down on the bed.

“Ok?”

“Yeah,” you pant, “It’s sore.”

Blinking to and from the medical room in his bathrobe, he returns with a large ice pack: one of the many supplies kept to patch up the members of Reginald’s child militia. What would he think if he knew the use to which Number Five was putting it now?

He lies beside you and holds the cold pad to your buttocks. 

"Does that feel better?"

You nod.

"My beautiful girl." he whispers, his voice soft. He kisses just above your lip, "I love you, my angel. Anything you need, just tell me."

He soothes you with more endearments, kisses and embraces, his arms warm and his voice low. He's loving, attentive and tireless in this. When the swelling has subsided, you slip between the bedsheets together. Tag list: (please comment to be added or removed.) @dilfjohhny , @sunsunhe, @w4stedtr4sh,@nevbrooke-555

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[hamartia-grander]

So I recently found out that the Sims 4 is free for download, and naturally I wanted to check it out because I was never allowed to play as a kid but I am an Adult now so I can do what I want. Then I got the brilliant idea to make as many Detroit: Become Human characters I cared to have and play that way, because I’m too impatient to try to learn how to play before I jump into something. So of course it has been a disaster and a learning curve. Here’s some key bits because. I mean this is too funny. I need to share it:

First off I spent way too much time designing each character because I’m a perfectionist and the Sims customisation interface was difficult for me to get down. But I figured it out and I think I did pretty good. I had to download some hair and outfit mods though.

I started out with three households: the Jericrew, the Kara fam, and the DPD gang (ft. all three Connor bros) but now I have five households: 1. Gavin, Kamski, and Nines, 2. The Jericrew + Chloe, 3. Kara fam, 4. Connor and Sixty, and 5. Hank and Cole.

Chloe joined the Jericrew because she and North started dating. Previously, she lived with Gavin, Kamski, and Nines. And I made Gavin and Kamski brothers ofc, but I also made Chloe their sister just so no funny business happened. Also I found out you can change their romantic/sexual preferences and technically make them aroace if you uncheck everything, so Kamski, Connor, and Kara are all aroace because I headcanon them as such. Also Gavin is trans bc I said so. I also found pride flags which was fun. 

Kara fam is just perfect. They are the absolute best. I’m so glad I started with them but also I think they gave me too high of standards, because everyone else just sucks (affectionate). Everytime I go to the Kara fam household, they are all happy/fine/positive emotion, and they actually take care of themselves. I have full autonomy on, and yet I’ll come back to the Jericrew or DPD gang or whoever and find they haven’t fed themselves and the toilets are broken or something. It’s insane. Nines once started a fucking fire on his own. He’s level 6 in cooking. Connor fucking DIED while I was away but luckily I just reloaded a previous save and got him back but like what the FUCK. I don’t even know what he died from either lmao but he died in his bedroom so I can only imagine. Meanwhile Kara, Luther, and Alice are all perfect angels who could do no wrong and they clean their house and have safe kitchen practices and don’t die. I love them a lot. Alice does so well in school. She has many friends and one enemy, idk wtf went down there but it’s funny to me. Every good girl deserves a nemesis. Luther is a gamer, didn’t expect that to happen but it’s funny. Kara plays pranks on them???? But they laugh so it’s fine. Also Alice isn’t a scared little bitch baby like Cole, who can’t sleep a single night without waking up scared of the monster under the bed. Alice befriended hers. 

So yeah I wasn’t going to initially make Cole, just have Connor Nines and Sixty be Hank’s only sons, but then Hank had the aspiration of wanting to start a family so I just decide to try adopting for him and there was a kid named “Anderson” which was so funny and I had to adopt him. But he’s a very weird kid, he’s like if Connor was an 8 year old. Like, gets good grades but is sad about not making friends, tries and fails to befriend the monster under the bed so he’s scared of it, he eats cereal at 3am, he sings to and talks to his stuffed unicorn. It’s adorable. I had no idea all of this was possible.

Oh yeah um. Another thing I had no idea about? Fucking “woohoo”. I knew what it was but I had no idea it was so graphic???? Like they fucking make noises???? I couldn’t even like look at my computer it’s ridiculous. I have to like leave and control another sim each time. Simon and Markus woohoo’d in North’s bed once (against my will) so I had to get her a new one because that’s fucking gross.

The couples will just randomly walk up to each other and kiss which is adorable but also annoying when like for example, I’m having the Connor bros + Gavin visit Hank and Cole and Gavin and Nines just start kissing in the middle of the living room. But then Cole has an adverse reaction to seeing them kiss and is all like disgusted by it, which is hilarious. The others will clap though??? Lmao

Oh my God Sixty flirted with Gavin once and Nines got pissed. Then CONNOR yelled at Sixty for betraying Nines. This game is the funniest thing in the world. Who came up with this. 

North and Simon are best friends but like they kinda did that on their own. North will just go up to Simon and hug him randomly which is crazy to me bc she’s got the hothead trait and like will randomly yell at Josh or stomp around the house, but she sees Simon and just hugs him. It’s so cute. She flirts with Chloe unprompted too. 

I love Markus to death in dbh. He’s one of my favourite characters. Sims Markus, however, is the Worst. He’s got the Friend of the World aspiration or whatever it’s called so he makes lots of friends, but then he’ll like say something mean and get people mad at him?? And obviously it’s in a sims language so idk wtf he says but for example, I introduced the Jericrew to the Kara fam and he got Luther mad at him. Idek how. And then he will mope around about not being recognised for his paintings but gets mad at me when I make him show off his paintings. Bitch what do you want from me. He took Simon on a date and it went really well, but as soon as it was over he fucked off and like did pushups in the park while Simon just stood there. He once spent $45 all at once by making himself three coffees in a row. What the hell. He also got mad at Simon for God knows what but then North yelled at Markus for it which was so funny. I had Josh ask Markus for encouragement once when he was sad, and Markus walked away. Idk if I’m just this bad at the game or if Sims Markus is bugged but it’s wild. 

Josh adopted a kid when I wasn’t there. I was gone for twenty minutes and Josh adopted a kid and named him Antony. It was hilarious but also annoying bc there was literally no space for this kid so I had to rearrange the entire house, and they definitely couldn’t afford a whole Child but Josh didn’t care apparently. Full autonomy is fun but I didn’t realise they could do crazy things like adopt a child on their own. Poor Antony is also really scared of the monster under the bed but Josh has so far proven himself to be a terrible father in that, everytime his kid wakes him up to spray the monster under the bed, Josh gets up and then goes off and does something else, doesn’t even like check up on Antony it’s so annoying. Antony started waking up North instead, unprompted, and she helps him. 

North made an enemy and, at first I encouraged it and had her fight the guy because it was funny, but now she’ll just be walking down the street and it is on sight with this poor fucker. She sees him across the street, runs over, and starts beating him up. It’s hilarious and I love her so much. 

I gave the Jericrew a pool and had everyone invited over for a neighbourhood pool party to introduce them all to each other and Sixty swam into the road. I know it was a glitch but it was super funny. He just. Kept swimming. Into the road. And then swam back. Like he was in the road.

I gave Sixty the “villainous valentine” trait or whatever it’s called because I don’t ship him with anyone and he’s a drama queen so I thought it would be funny, but then he flirted with Josh and Josh reciprocated. I didn’t even make him do it. I had Sixty flirt with everyone who wasn’t in a relationship and it was Josh who liked it. I saw the little green hearts with the ++ above their heads and I was like. What. the fuck just happened. But anyways now Josh and Sixty like each other and I’m too much of a weak bitch to have Sixty cheat on Josh even though it’s his aspiration because I love Josh so idk what I’m gonna do there. I could change it I guess but also I doubt they’ll last lmao especially since I’m doing nothing to help them. It’s still funny tho. I guess I’ll update if anything changes?? If anyone even cares ab this lmao.

Oh also before that, I had Sixty homewreck the Goth marriage and then break up with Mortimer goth so he could get the two aspiration achievements from it, it was funny. Mortimer was a bitch to Connor too, so worth it. Also this family is definitely a Walmart brand Addams family lmao. Except the husband is nowhere near as devoted and loving of his wife obviously. 

Luther is a really high level in the comedy skill and I didn’t do that myself so I guess he’s just naturally hilarious. He’ll be watching tv with Alice and I’ll see him say something and they both laugh, or he’ll joke with Kara while they cook dinner together and they both laugh and it is adorable. Then Alice will come home from school and go see Luther to tell him about her day and he listens and talks back he’s just the sweetest ever.

Simon and Markus’s wedding. Dear lord. I could make a whole separate post about it. It was pure chaos. Let me reiterate that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing in this game. I’ve never played before and didn’t even know you could hold weddings without the special pack or whatever. Anyways, I had to redo their wedding three times. Three times. So their wedding happened four times because I don’t McFreaking understand this game’s antics.

The first time, I just was floundering and didn’t know how to do anything it was asking me to do. I invited all the other dbh characters but when we showed up at the park, which is where I held the wedding, everyone just wandered off and I had no idea how to get them to watch or anything. I wasn’t prepared with any resources either. It was a mess. Technically I succeeded in the event because I did get them married, but nothing else happened. So I reloaded the save and tried again. 

The second time, I did it a little better, and I had actual tables and chairs and cookware prepared to make food/the cake/etc. I had a whole setup in Magnolia Park that actually looked pretty good. Plus it’s free if you build in the park which is double cool. But anyways I got about halfway through the event when I had Simon and Markus sit at the table with their guests to eat and socialise, and Elijah fucking Kamski flirted with Markus in front of Simon. Markus made a disgusted face and like waved him off, clearly not reciprocating the flirting, but for some reason the game still counted that as “cheating” even though Markus didn’t do anything??? Idk why tf that is but it’s dumb. Anyways, Simon is heartbroken because Markus “cheated” thanks to Kamski being a twat, and I didn’t think much of it til the event ended and I got everyone home and I realised that Markus and Simon’s romance bar had almost completely reset. Like it had the tiniest sliver of pink left. And their friendship bar was halved. Like Kamski fucking bulldozed their relationship when they were just married. And I spent a good hour working frantically to repair their relationship but it wasn’t going well and it was just even more of a mess, and NORTH decided she hated Markus now because he hurt Simon, it was just the worst. So I cheated a little again and went back to my save just before the wedding and started it over again.

The third time went the same as the second, except this time Luther flirted with Markus in front of Simon, and Markus fucking flirted back. I meant it when I said Sims Markus is the worst. He and Luther were good friends before the wedding bc I play with the Kara fam and Jericrew the most bc they’re my favourites, so that makes more sense than Kamski, but still!!! Markus sucks in the sims. Anyways, as soon as I saw that happen I learned my lesson and immediately restarted again.

The fourth and final time, I took away their autonomy. That fixed every problem. The wedding went smoothly, no one fucking flirted with Markus and ruined everything, and poor beloved Simon was so happy. Then when I sent everyone home I gave their autonomy back. Now, when it comes to certain other characters, I definitely wouldn’t have cared this much, but neither Markus nor Simon would ever be the type to cheat, so I don’t at all feel bad about going back and restarting each time, because that’s not who they are. And I’m lowkey pissed that other characters I’m not even controlling are able to flirt with characters I am controlling that are in relationships. Like dear lord, Luther would never. Kamski might. But Luther absolutely would not ever. It’s so crazy.

So anyways, I finally fucking got them married, everyone’s happy, I’m happy. 

Connor is so sweet with Cole. It’s so cute. He reads to Cole and sprays the monster under the bed when Hank isn’t available to and he tag-teams with Cole to prank Gavin and it’s adorable. Oh also I gave Connor the mischief trait or whatever it is because he’s canonically a little shit and it’s funny. And his number one victim is definitely Gavin, close second is Sixty. He pranked Hank a few times but Hank didn’t like it so he stopped. He’s never pranked Nines though idk why. He’ll also just clean things and fix things without me telling him to. He’s a gamer too.

Nines decided he loved fitness on his own. He just does push ups in the kitchen. I’ll be playing as another household and see him jogging down the street. It’s kinda funny. 

I was gonna have Nines propose to Gavin bc I think that’s how it would happen, but Gavin actually beat me to it. 

North and Chloe are so fucking cute. North will just walk up to her and kiss her cheek or flirt with her and Chloe gets all blushy it’s adorable. North handed her a rose once on her own. 

Dude some of these guys are idiots. Someone will be in the bathroom and they’ll just walk in and then be all like “I can’t unsee that!!” like bitch have you heard of knocking. Wtf. but apparently couples can use the bathroom or shower in front of each other no problem so at least I don’t have to worry about that.

I gave each of the Jericrew fireplaces in their rooms. Big mistake. Within five minutes, Simon and Josh caught themselves on fire. I took the fireplaces away immediately. 

I gave North some knight armour stands in her room bc they’re cool as fuck and I think she’d like them, and she’ll just stare at the armour sometimes it’s funny. 

I found out you can have male characters wear dresses if you remove the dumb “masculine” tag on their outfit choices and I spent at least ten minutes freaking out and salivating over Markus in a dress. GOD he looks so fine. Fuck. I gave Simon and Sixty dress options too bc I think they’d rock it and I’m right. Tempted to give everyone dress options actually. North wears a tux though, and her swimsuit is a one piece because I refuse to believe she’d ever wear anything that even slightly resembles the Eden Club “outfit”. She’s hot as fuck in a tux which is obvious.

I think that’s it but I’ll add on if anything else crazy happens. <3

#dbh #sims #reed900 #simarkus #dbh connor #dbh markus #dbh kara #dbh memes #dbh nines #dbh gavin #dbh hank #dbh cole #dbh luther #dbh alice #dbh sixty #dbh kamski #dbh chloe #dbh north #dbh simon #dbh josh #dbh jericrew #detroit become human #sims meme

[rebelumbrella46]

Rewatching TUA - 3x04 “Kugelblitz”

The scene where we finally see the mothers, blew my mind and along with the music it's one of my favorite scenes of this season.

But seeing it again made me want to look for similarities between them and their children... So based just on what we see in the scene and a few other things...

Monica (Luther's mom): She works in a company, seems to be giving a presentation, she gives me business woman vibes, strong and with leadership. She's tall, she wears baggy clothes, her coat reminds me of the S1 Luther coat.

Elena (Diego's mother): Her clothes and surroundings are yellow, which is a color that resembles joy and warmth. Which is something I feel Diego always looked for in Grace.

There's something about her cooking that reminded me of Grace offering those comforting pancakes to Diego in S1.

Victoria (Allison's Mom): She's a teacher, a profession related to children (that seems to be Allison's focus this season, getting back to her daughter). To be a teacher she must be an intelligent, patient and disciplined woman. 

There's something about her dress that she also reminded me of Allison's dresses in S2. The simplicity of a beautiful life in Dallas with her husband.

Rachel (Klaus's mom): Rachel was Amish, I don't know much about them so I don't want to speculate, but she seems to me to be a simple, open and very spiritual person, which is probably why she was able to find peace after dying like that. In addition, the aura of kindness and calm that she emanates during the encounter with Klaus is something that resembles the personality that Klaus displays with his siblings on several occasions.

But it's also a contrast, Klaus used to live in luxury in S2 and usually always wears extravagant clothes unlike Rachel's simplicity.

Efa (Five's mom): The first thing I noticed about her was how small she is... She works as a butcher, which is not a job typically done by women, so I imagine her strong and stubborn, very sure of herself and of her convictions and very hard-working. Her surroundings, as well as her clothes, are quite neutral.

The use of the knife and the blood on her hands and clothes are a very entertaining nod to Five.

Tatiana (Viktor's mom): The first mother we met in S1. What I notice about her is how young she is... I wouldn't know if she's a swimmer or just in a class. But from the scene when Reginald arrives to take Viktor away in S1, she seems to me to be a simple young woman, a little shy (for the way she jumps into the pool after stealing a kiss from the guy) The contrast in the scene between the yellow colors in her clothes and the blue color in the surroundings is interesting, for what has been said, yellow resembles joy and energy, and blue, on the contrary, resembles sadness and the tranquility. Viktor is not necessarily a happy or sad person, he has his moments. 

Moments in which he is the calm among the storm in the family but also the one who sets fire to shit.

Ben's Mom: We don't really know her name, she's probably the youngest of all the moms. In the scene on the train, we can see that she is carefree, playful, and seems to be in love. There's a softness about her that resembles Ben. She is surrounded by her family in the scene where Reginald arrives, and they seem protective of both her and baby Ben. Which also reminds me of the protectiveness that the Umbrella have over Brelly Ben.

The school uniform is probably the nod to Ben

#The Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy #tua season 3 #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #Allison Hargreeves #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #Viktor hargreeves

[camercnbishop]

closed starter for: @genortiz location: luther's rare & well done

It was a bittersweet feeling, walking around Luther's on the Luther's last day. Obviously, it wouldn't be the last time Luther stepped foot into the diner, the older man had already promised Cam he would make sure to come back to town to visit every once in a while, but the feeling of an era ending weighed heavy on Cameron's shoulders.

Which was exactly why when he'd moved back to Briar Ridge and seen that Luther was selling the diner, Cameron hadn't even stopped to think before offering to purchase the place. He couldn't let Luther's go, not when it held too many precious memories for him. Memories of all you can eat bbq ribs contests with his cousin, of sharing a milkshake with the prettiest girl in town, of eventually commandeering the fourth booth on the righthand side of the diner and making it 'their booth' with said prettiest girl in town, of spending all of his free time in said booth. Memories that as much reminded him of his failure as they did of the best times of his life. And there was no way he was going to let someone else buy this place and turn it into who knows what.

So on Luther's last day, as he spent time saying his goodbye's to a community who loved him, Cameron walked around the diner greeting familiar faces, introducing himself to people he didn't know, and mostly following Luther around, watching everything the older man did as Cam familiarised himself with how the diner worked.

He had been in the back, talking with one of the cooks about the way that Luther ordered supplies, when he caught sight of a familiar head of brown hair making its way into the diner. A pang of guilt that always came with being around Genesis tugged at his heart for a brief moment as he was reminded yet again of how he had failed her, failed their marriage, even failed their daughter. Letting out a breath, Cameron supposed it was time to face the music, and stepped out of the kitchen onto the main floor. He moved towards where Luther and Genesis were talking, just in time to overhear Luther say, "Well, this place isn't going anywhere after all. Cause Cameron bought it from me." Letting out a wince, Cameron closed the gap, offering Genesis what he hoped came across as an apologetic look. He had wanted to tell her himself, but it had all been such a whirlwind since he'd made the offer, that he hadn't really had time. Cameron moving back to Briar Ridge had to have been a big enough shock for his ex-wife, she didn't need another, but here he was... offering very little warning to his movements.

When he had told Genesis he was moving back, there really hadn't been much of a plan for Cameron. All he knew was that he had nothing to do but work on his relationship with Juliana. That was, and would remain, priority number one for him. Buying a diner had not been part of the plan and he only hoped that this out-of-character lack of planning didn't come back around to bite him in the ass. Once Luther had stepped away to greet another regular customer, Cameron closed the gap between him and his ex wife a bit. "Surprise." Letting out a guilty chuckle as he rubbed at the back of his neck, he wondered how angry she'd be at him. "I swear this wasn't part of the plan and I just didn't tell you when I got back here." he quickly explained. "Luther mentioned he was selling so he could move out west to be with his family and I just couldn't let this place go." Punctuating his explanation with a shrug of his shoulders, he hoped she'd understand.

#interaction: genesis #( ft. genesis ortiz ) #this got way too long i'm sorry! just setting the scene!! #feel free not to match!

[laymedowntorest]

Luther getting asked about now :D

When Hunter was born, Luther called him his brother. No matter how much his family called Hunter by his birthgender, Luther was just "ahaha brother :D". When Hunter came out as a transman he wasnt surprised pfft

He lent Hunter his clothing until Hunter could get his own stuff

I've mentioned this before but the friend dynamic he has is "please keep him under control" (Dougal is extremely tired and Ronnie tries to stop but honestly he sometimes goes with the chaos)

So while looking up stuff about arsonists, I discovered they typically have mental disorders (beyond pyromania). Luther I'm thinking has Borderline Personality Disorder, but I dont want to delve too deep since it's not something I understand yet

Do not trust him around kids and young teens, they'll go home with a bloodlust for authority and several riot masks

He can't cook. Burns everything pfft. Hel is trying to teach him, since she's very patient

His accent depends on my mood and ranges from Londoner to the smooth british villain accent (Looking at you Afton voice in Sister Location)

I've been of the opinion he is probably in charge of some online company. He's scarily smart. Like "doesnt pay attention in class, walks out of exams with A+ to B+" smarts

That's all that comes to mind! If anything else you're wondering, let me know :D

#bonus fact if I put him in a DCA AU it'd be Sleuth Jesters #ask #icedmetaltea #oc facts #Luther

[rahmercy]

My mom has been battling stage 3 pancreatic cancer and 2 days ago, she completed her 4th chemotherapy session. She has 2 more to go before they assess it to remove the tumor.

She was diagnosed on November 28, 2023. She began chemotherapy December 26, 2023 and was admitted to the emergency room later that day from complications. She was discharged December 29, 2023 and my family came down to Florida on December 30, 2023.

On her birthday, January 2, 2024, after her follow-up meeting with her oncologist. She was feeling defeated about how things had been happening since her diagnosis. She vocalized no desire to live in front of us (including my 12 year old daughter (her only grandchild)).

My family (my spouse, daughter & myself), at the suggestion of my spouse made the commitment to be her ongoing support system. This is so she could make whatever decision she wanted regarding how she chooses to proceed with her diagnosis.

I personally committed to split time between our 2 bedroom home in Durham, North Carolina & her 1 bedroom apartment in Fort Lauderdale, Florida to make sure we could commit to her health treatment planned as it began taking effect on December 26, 2023.

We did not request anything from anybody and agreed to take on the additional financial burdens it would place on us to fulfill this commitment, (despite knowing we weren't in the financial situation to do so).

We arranged things so my spouse and daughter could return to school in NC on January 8th. I stayed back with my mom for that chemo week. Since I'm a business owner with time flexibility, I would make the trips and stay with my mom throughout the treatment windows in Florida.

This agreement means renting a car for an one-way trip to North Carolina or Florida weekly (a $200-275 expense & 11-14 hours of travel time per trip). The first time we brought her up to NC ever, my spouse drove our car down to get us and then shared in the responsibility of driving back to NC. It cost us $250 in fuel and food for the trip. We realized it gave my mom & I more flexibility in travel days, saved on time spent on the road, and cost the same to just rent a car (Chevrolet Malibu) for each trip.

This agreement meant now sourcing food with all my mom's health dietary restrictions (from having a gastric sleeve) & her diagnosis dietary restrictions for 2 households. As well as me preparing most meals for both homes while I'm in and away from NC. In addition, replacing gluten with gluten-free alternatives in the diet. (A lot more coconut and almond based supplies). Cooking meals for a family of four that works and can be considered Keto-friendly and cancer friendly and while trying to stay under a budget of $300-$350 monthly.

Since we've implemented this plan to be her support system, all hell has broken loose in our lives. (My mom calls it just life lifing though).

On Martin Luther King weekend, began a school district wide issue in my Daughter's school system. Different staff began protesting and calling out of work (which we personally support their stances) due to significant pay discrepancies being communicated.

This immediately meant unreliable transportation for my daughter getting to & from school 25+ minutes away. My spouse teaches in a different school system 20 minutes in the opposite direction of my daughter's school, and we only have one car. Since she started middle school this year, their school school arrival times are the same. But her bus pick-up time solved the problem there. So there is now an ongoing possibility of him being late to work at his school daily.

On our first trip back down for treatment, it went perfect with the rental, until I realized after returning the rental car that I had lost my business cellphone inside of the rental car. (It hasn't been found by Budget's staff during cleaning and the car had already been rented out again less than 2 hours after being dropped off.) So I still have to pay to get that phone replaced.

This is compiled on top of this being my businesses' slow season and having no reserves to catch the $950 overhead in monthly expenses that comes from inventory space, business insurance, & hosting email domains, office assistant services & website. We only one future booking on the calendar and it's for a new build. January there was only $900 made. $300 had to go towards having to subrent out the job because it over lapped with chemo treatment and would cost twice as much to keep in-house with temp staff. $150 went towards repaying our transaction based capital funding loan from Shopify. $120 went towards getting 2 items of inventory for the second booking.

So I borrowed funds from something I couldn't afford to take from just to keep all of our inventory spaces secured.

My Chase credit card is over the limit by $140 and a payment is due today. My secure loan payment with Navy Federal is also due today and I don't have any of it. My business insurance payment of $200 is due tomorrow, and I don't have that either.

And the difference in the cost for our last car rental to come down for chemo week is still due back to the card I used for it. And I have to pay 200 for the car rental to go back up to NC Monday.

Then back in NC, this week on Tuesday, our only car's engine light came on. It was taken into our dealership on Wednesday morning to find out why. That diagnostic end up costing $250. We finally got answers Friday afternoon. Our car has 139k miles on it, and we're being told the engine needs to be replaced. It has been quoted $8k to have a used engine put into it or over $12k to have a new engine with a lifetime warranty put into our 2016 Chevrolet Cruze premier.

This car gets everyone to school and has been how my spouse has been supplementing his income working for the school system and parks & rec by doing Shipt. So now income has been reduced even more and expenses have drastically increased more.

MY business first official rental booking for this year took place yesterday, and that was supposed to be able to be delivered using our car. Since it's still in the shop, we had to book a last-minute $200 car rental for my spouse and daughter to fulfill the booking delivery yesterday and to be able to go back to do the rental booking pick-up today.

Emergency fund is pretty much exhausted after this week and the savings, too. Then today, with a little downtime, I learn that all my email payments were due on MLK weekend. This resulted in 5 email domains (3 important ones needed for tax filings) to be canceled by godaddy after 2 weeks of missing the payment notifications. I've had the email plan for almost 10 years, and it initially only cost me $14/month for all 5 emails. But because it was canceled and the package no longer exists, it cost me $29/month to have them reactivate and restore the 3 important emails or over $70/month to get them all reactivated. I only activated the 3 and paid it up until April for $59, so I don't miss its before filing taxes.

This week in Florida, my mom's cancer treatment visits started charging her a copay. Due to an error that recently took place on the backend by her health insurance. It's taking longer to resolve it with then despite them already seeing that it'san error in their coordination of benefits process. This week alone, we had to pay $325 in co-pays just to avoid the chemotherapy and white blood cell visits at the oncologist from being canceled by their office. The error is still causing a previous $200 outstanding balance to reflect on her account.

TODAY, it all became too much to hold in any longer. I have never had to face this many trials all at once while still having ongoing ones coming my way. My heart, mind & spirit is heavy right now. I need GOD to do something supernatural for my family in this season. In a way, only God can show up. I'm not broken. My faith isn't shaken. We're not going back on our commitment. Cancer won't defeat my family! We're breaking so many generational cycles right now. Cancer was just the catalyst to expedite the process.

#cancer #queen life

[theevilslicey]

The Umbrella Academy and ability to cook:

Luther- Is a really good cook, likes to make big fancy meals for the whole family. Secretly took cooking classes in his late teens and early 20s before the accident.

Diego: The best cook, Luther has been trying to figure out his pork chop recipe since he was 16 and still isn't any closer. Will only cook if everyone else is hurt/sick because he is embarrassed by his ability to cook.

Allison: A decent cook, her efforts meet the child stamp of approval but pale in comparison to Luther and Diago. She is really good at casseroles though.

Klaus: Offered once to make dinner. Everyone in a 5 mile radius screamed "NO" at once. Is not to be trusted with fire, spices or ice. Five had nightmares for a month after he tried to make ice cream.

Five: Spent too long in the waste land. Likes food but his cooking style/ability is limited to "What can I throw into a pot and not kill myself with"

Ben: Can. Not. Cook. Burns water. He tries to, but is just... No good. He can make sandwiches.

Viktor: Can cook but usually didn't have the time when he was living on his own so is used to really simple things. If he can't cook it and eat it in 30 minutes it is not worth his time. As a result he used to live off sandwiches and salads alot. But he can make really amazing salads.

#the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five #viktor hargreeves #ben hargreeves

[sewinrat]

same goes to luther man...we need his x readers its a need hes awesome.....

*Reader wears casual clothes (idk smth like a tank top) that was supposed to clash with Luther's style.

"Oh wow your house is cool," You said, looking around the room without a care in the world. "Why, thank you, human♡" Luther said with as much enthusiasm he could show on his face and tone. "Are you hungry? We could have dinner and I'll be the cook while you and Sebastian can watch♡" You look at him a bit confused and asked, "Who's Sebastian..?"

It didn't take long for you to see Sebastian because now you're sitting beside him with the family for dinner. Poor boy looks so nervous in such a bizarre outfit. Luther started to do a role call and that's how you know which is which. Nyen the catman as the butcher, Nyon the catman on the accordion, the infamous Randal cutting the onions, and of course Luther as the main vocalist and chef.

Long story short, you let out little giggles as you watch it all happened which results in Sebastian looking at all of you concerned. "Sebastian, [Name]. It's my fault. Now what should we do for your dinner." Randal decides for everyone to go to 'Smile Diner' and you had to sit beside Sebastian who's out of the clown outfit and now in regular outfits, looking outside. You look to see what's out there and saw a creature, "Is that a dog or a wolf?" Luther wasn't happy to hear the mention of it so he told both of you to turn around. Sebastian immediately did so but you stayed for a while just to piss him off before turning back around with a smug face .

___

After that whole fiasco, you decided to stay at the Ivory House and now you're beside Luther just chilling while he sips his tea. You grab his hand to hold and start fiddling with his rings. Luther just let it be because he didn't mind that much. "You have a nice family," you initiate the conversation first. "Why thank you♡" Luther reply back in a happy tone. Silence follows after that as you try to think what else to say.

"Do you think that counts as our first date?" you send a lazy smile towards him. He turns to look at you blankly,

"I will not count that as a first date."

"Then can we go out on a real first date?"

"Ok♡"

#“I'm god” x “Ok cool” #How to write #luther von ivory #ranfren #ranfren luther #randal’s friends #x reader #luther x reader #ranfren x reader #request more if you like #Sincerely sewer rat

[ralphy-succulent11]

Dbh human au (these are based of of things in the game or random things in fan fics)

Markus:

-has two prosthetic legs (both lower legs)

-probably has a hearing aid in right ear and sometimes just turns it off if someone is talking to him from that direction. Usually if it's north

-has heterochromia and is blind in right eye

-loves to paint and sculpt

-loves Carl as his dad

-doesn't like Leo at all. The two fight alot and Leo often makes things physical. Markus always defends himself

Ralph:

-possible acid attack victim (game says he has burns but doesn't say what kind. I also saw in it fan fics)

-blind in left eye

-works as a florist and lives with Alice, luther and kara

-loves gardening and will spend all day outside even if it's raining...this leads to him getting sick alot tho

-speaks in third person and knows asl (sign language). Probably has autism as well and hyperfixates on plants

-loves to info dump about plants (especially pitcher plants or vines)

Luther:

-I imagine him as a gym and swimming instructor

-also knows asl and uses it when overwhelmed or if he would rather be non verbal

-cares deeply for Alice and kara and ralph

-too many scars from zlatko and used to hate them before kara helped him see beauty in them

-sees rose and Adam as his family and updates rose on family life often or just randomly talks to her

Kara:

-loves to cook and bake

-fav recepies are things like melting moments (type of coconut buiscuit) and Victoria sponge

-helps ralph in the garden and helps him stay inside when it rains

-probably a therapist by now

-hangs out with markus alot and they sometimes paint together

-has scars from Todd but sees them as symbols of hope and surviving

-loves to clean and her house is always clean

#dbh #dbh markus #dbh kara #dbh luther #dbh ralph #human au

[chiss-ticism]

🎭🎀 (mask, ribbon) for luther!

Tysm!! Picrew Credit

🎭 MASKS

Do they act differently around certain people?

Yes! Yes he does. Though it's less about the specific people he's with, and more the activities he's engaged in. He takes anything relating to Caine extremely seriously, to the point that it's almost unnerving how serious he is. To the untrained eye, he could very well be mistaken for a plucky Neonate who's just happy to be there & going along with whatever the head honcho has cooked up even if his behavior is more than a little insolent, but the solemn devotion on display when giving penance to the Dark Father is a somber reminder of the fact that he's on the cusp of becoming an Elder himself.

What's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Strangers: Save for Setites or Camarilla, he goes for lighthearted, easy jokes. Friends: He is 100% going to set up an elaborate bit from time to time. If you're sharing a domain with him, be wary. His Pack: Having been with him for as long as they have, he feels free to let his hair down. They're more privy to his more reflective side and, as such, can easily discern when he's trying to entertain and when he's trying to deflect. So, while the sunglasses absolutely always stay on, his smile is reserved for genuine, intimate moments when with them. Kine:

It's a sin for his Path😔 No animosity there, he just doesn't bother interacting with them.

🎀 RIBBON - How would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

So, funnily enough, his base personality (as opposed to his name, physical description, history yadda yadda) came about as I missed a Curse of Strahd NPC I made up back when I ran that. His name was Donnovan and he was just as much of a silly little guy; the party met him after killing the vast majority of the vampires sleeping above the coffin shop. He came back after having been out hunting, saw that all of his friends were staked, and went "Hey hey - woah woah woah, I'm just a silly little guy :D You wouldn't hurt a silly little guy, would you?" One player wanted to smite him immediately but before he got the chance, another went "he's my BFF now :)" and from then on out he was a constant fixture of the story lmao. He would sleep in the players' closet during the day (he had permission to do this lmao), he stole the dead mayor's bathrobes and wore them around and about. He, in my earnest opinion, was fairly morally ambiguous (claimed to be feeding from animals and be getting better about being Evil, they never checked to see if he was) but they loved him anyway So! That would probably be my go to for an AU. I'd probably want to put him, Luther I mean, into Curse of Strahd directly and just replace his devotion for Caine with a devotion to Strahd himself. Evil prankster man For WoD AUs, specifically, I'd say that a neonate AU would probably be fun, though. Getting to stick it to the man by Bugs Bunnying your way through things while also being very-much-so disposable. He'd be a lot more stressed out lmao

#Luther Tag #my ocs

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hi! 😀 So… the holiday season is almost upon us and I would like to request some HC’s with any combo of characters on how they would celebrate (anything) with their s/o (if at all). Happy holidays~ ✨✨✨ -🕊 anon

Since I’m most familiar with Christmas and New Year’s I’ll stick with them. I promise to try and get your yandere version done soon. 

🎄Christmas🎁

Germany: When it comes to the holidays, Luther does the bare minimum in terms of effort. Even if his darling is there. He contributes premade advent calendars, usually the chocolate kind. His decorations usually result in a single wreath on the front door and the window stickers. If his darling wants more, she is welcome to set up and do anything she desires for the home. To gain his help, she just has to sweeten the deal; a kiss or two, maybe a case of his favorite beer. Then he might hang up those lights outside.

Together they will transverse the Christmas Market. Looking at all the different goods, making gift purchases, and commenting on the different items. Overall, it’s a sweet time to enjoy together.

On Christmas Eve, Luther will slip away. One of his gifts to you is to have the ‘Christkind’ come and not only set up the tree, which he does in a very simple way but also leave some gifts. If you are of the tradition to open on Christmas morning, then he may accept that and only open one gift. If you can prevent him from touching the others. 

Romano: Fabrizio enjoys Christmas. One of his favorite parts is having you help set up the small nativity he has preserved throughout the centuries. If you don’t use a nativity, then after helping with his, Fabrizio will help you create your own little thing to set up. Even going as far as to fabricate a special one just for you. Afterward, then it is going out and seeing all the different Christmas displays, commenting on the beauty of each one.

He is gonna push to do some of your traditions. It doesn’t matter if it's only watching the Christmas Story on Christmas day, making special cookies, or even sleeping under the tree. He wants to truly blend your traditions with his for Christmas.

At some point, his family will hold a small party that lasts a week. It's just the Italian trio and each one will bring their darlings. The party starts out simple with a homemade dinner, singing of various Italian Christmas Carols, and doing many small Italian traditions. Then when all the spouses sleep, the men discuss business and show the darker traditions of their Christmas celebration.

China: Jin views Christmas like we view Valentine's Day. It is a time for lovers and a time for friends. His start to the holiday celebration is simple, a Peace Apple to be shared with you. Its simple message of 'Merry Christmas' scrawled on the tender flesh is enough to make you tear up.

During the marathon of Hallmark Christmas movies, in which Jin will swear up and down to other nations that it was your idea, he suggests making paper ornaments. As yours pull inspiration from your own traditions and memories, so do Jin’s. Their small dragons and lanterns create a ferocious tree. 

Once the world calms down on Christmas Eve, you and Jin will gaze at the fully decorated tree. Warmth lulls the both of you into a gentle haze as the presents sparkle in the red lights. It will be something he hopes to do every year with you for as long as you two are together. 

Wales: Jareth isn’t the biggest fan of the holidays. He doesn’t care for the loud atmosphere and the push to be kind to those he could care less for. Though for you, he would silently suffer a thousand parties if it made you happy.

The fae lookalike possesses the ability to cook just like Oliver. Though he doesn’t use it often, during Christmas time he will push for the two of you to make toffee together. The excess is placed into multiple dishes and goods for you to enjoy together. Sometimes the supply lasts well into the New Year.

Instead of regular carolers, you will be treated to Mari Lwyd. Jareth would give a small smile to you as a small group of people hold up a horse skull draped in grey, singing for entry into his home. Jareth will encourage you to join him as he sings back. The contest goes on until the parade decides to move one, usually about 10 minutes.

🎆 ~New Years ~ 🍾

Germany: During the New Year, the two of you would attend a party hosted at his father’s home. The warm atmosphere is rich in Germanic traditions. The night would kick off with drinking Bowle and reading melted lead to predict your future for the New Year.

As the night goes on and as the drinks warm your stomachs, Lutz will produce a small, good luck charm for you. Showing you his own matching one.

Lastly, as the clock strikes midnight, a long and passionate kiss shared between the two of you is how you greet the new year.

Romano: As the sun rises on the 31st you are awakened to Fabrizio gifting you a simple set of red underwear. Its scarlet hues cause your cheeks to match, which darken from Fabrizio’s gentle kiss.

As the hours seem to shorten at the year’s end, Fabrizio and you both go about collecting all the old things that you no longer want or need from your homes. Once filled, the boxes are slid to a nearby window. From there, the two of you throw out the old things. Cheering as the New Year is welcomed into a fresh home.

His New Year’s with you ends with the coming of La Befana. Stockings hung on the Feast of Epiphany will then be filled with simple goods. That next morning is spent in the company of each other, eating chocolates, and in matching red pajamas.

China: The Lunar New Year is when Jin's holiday season is in full swing. You guys kick it off by cleaning the entire house together. All the silver is polished, the floors shine, and the glass is almost invisible. During the cleaning, he leaves you small red envelopes with not only money but sweet love letters.

As night falls, the two of you go out and dance the night away. Roaring with the dragons and grooving with lions the thrill of a fresh start only makes your smiles grow. As the fireworks paint a temporary aurora of colors, you kiss.

Wales: For New Year’s Eve and Day there isn’t much of a difference between Jareth and everyday life. The two of you will enjoy a quiet evening, spent in the arms of each other while you reflect on the year. Giggles at the new inside jokes and tears shed for all that was lost throughout the year.  

A few days after the New Year’s kicked itself into full swing, you are surprised by the knock at the door and confused at how Jareth brings a small bowl of goodies to the door. Once opened you are excited to see the little children sing and wish you a Calenning. To which you and Jareth give them treats in exchange. A simple but sweet tradition that the two of you enjoy.  

#🕊 anon #2p hetalia #2p headcanons #holiday