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valeriianz · 10 months

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I am imagining a Bi-curious Dream. Human AU. Inspired by this post. (but not at all horny or much explicit). this got a lot softer than i intended.

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Dream, who goes by Morpheus, has such a stick up his ass. And he’s always only dated women, and he’s always the one getting dumped. And after this last failed relationship, where Morpheus thought for sure he’d found The One (after a record breaking 5 months), Johanna takes him out to a bar to find him a hookup. A rebound. Morpheus grumbles that he doesn’t need a rebound but goes along with it all the same.

Johanna knows of Morpheus’ bi tendencies. Though Morpheus has only mentioned it in passing that he wouldn’t mind dating a guy “if the right one came along.” They went to undergrad together, where they met and how Jo knows Morpheus has certainly kissed a lot of guys, but the idea of ever actually dating one, let alone sleeping with a man, turns Morpheus all shy and unsure. She’s teased him enough about actually stepping out of his comfort zone and actually exploring his attraction, and figures now is the best time to put that curiosity to the test.

A few drinks in and Johanna spots Hob, an old co-worker and invites him over, much to Morpheus’ chagrin. They yell and get excited seeing one another, couple of extroverts that they are, and quickly exchange pleasantries, catching up. Morpheus is seemingly ignored, and he's making it his life’s mission to drown himself in gin and juice and become one with the sticky bartop.

Dream glares at Hob out of the corner of his eyes, sizing him up, hiding behind his drink. Then Hob turns to face him as Jo introduces him and the smile he throws at Dream nearly knocks him off the stool. Morpheus sits up quickly and has an annoying concern for how his hair and eyeliner look.

“Hello, Morpheus.” And Hob extends a hand and Morpheus takes it awkwardly, an unexpected buzz shooting up his arm from Hob’s tight grip on his cold fingers.

Morpheus nods in greeting, afraid if he opens his mouth his tongue might fall out. He’s always been passively attracted to men, found some cute or handsome, but figured it was a superficial thing, or something like envy. He’d never given conscious thought to what it might be like to share… intimacies with another man. His unconscious mind, however…

Hob looked like someone peeled right out of Morpheus’ darkest, lewdess, most shameful dreams. A man with bushy brows and scruffy beard, an easy smile, and kind, chocolate brown eyes.

Okay, maybe not the most erotic image to grace Morpheus’ vision. But the glint behind Hob’s eyes, the smile that was slowly sharpening to a smirk, and the way his fingers dragged along Morpheus’ skin as their hands finally dropped, filled Morpheus with a sudden urgency to drag this man to the nearest dark corner and let Hob have his way with him.

And later that night, fueled by liquid courage and a very confident Hob leading the way, Morpheus allows himself to be pulled against a warm, broad chest and kissed senseless against the wall of a house he’s never been in before.

Hob licks into Morpheus’ mouth like he’s a man starved and Morpheus is a 5-course meal, moaning loud enough to make Morpheus’ skull vibrate. And all Morpheus can do is try to keep up, working his jaw and swallowing down little whines that he can feel bubbling up. Hob is so vocal and handsy, his fingers trailing up Morpheus’ jaw, carding through his hair, gripping the nape of his neck with a teasing bite to his lip that makes Morpheus’ knees wobble, before one hand moves down to his waist, teasing the edge of his shirt and touching pale skin.

Morpheus, for his part, has his eyes squeezed shut and is almost fighting against the urge to give in. Wondering why this is so hard for him. He’s never been kissed like this before, never been held like a precious thing before, and– he knows he’s getting into his own head. Morpheus feels himself break away with a loud, wet gasp, turning his head and mumbling a half-hearted,

“Wait…”

And, incredibly, Hob does wait. He stands in front of Morpheus and gives him a moment to breathe. To calm down from his own insecurities and nerves. Morpheus feels like Hob is the type of guy to go all the way. The way he’d been flirting with Morpheus at the bar gave him the implication that this wasn’t Hob’s first rodeo. He didn’t boast about experience or prowess, but it was in the way he carried himself, the way he couldn’t stop staring at Morpheus, smiling like he knew he’d end up following Hob home.

And sure enough, as soon as they’d stepped through the threshold of Hob’s home, he’d turned and pinned Morpheus against the nearest surface and kissed him without warning.

“Hey, it’s okay. I got you.” And Hob kisses the corners of Morpheus’ eyes, rubs soothing circles along his pointy hip bones, and murmurs sweetness in a quiet, calm voice. A voice that slowly makes Morpheus unravel, relaxing in Hob’s hold and tentatively bringing his own arms around Hob’s shoulders and kisses him back, properly. Eagerly.

It’s slow now, lips-only and so sweet Morpheus’ lips part on their own accord and a rush of heat crawls up his neck as he makes a desperate, needy noise. He slips his tongue past Hob’s lips to distract himself from that moment of vulnerability, feeling Hob’s grin, tasting his muffled laughter.

It’s so sensual and soft, it makes Morpheus’ head spin. And then Hob presses his body flush to Morpheus’ and they both realize they’re hard.

Morpheus surprises himself by canting his hips forward, curious to feel how Hob is hard, for him. And smiling his own, self-satisfied smile as Hob sucks in a breath and groans, trailing his lips up Morpheus’ jaw and nosing along the underside of his ear. He grinds his own hips with a little more force and it rips a whine from Morpheus’ throat, his head falling back against the wall with a dull thud and he’s squeezing his eyes shut again.

They rut back and forth for a while, Hob’s hot breath hitting Morpheus’ ear with punctuated groans of pleasure and praise that tumbles from his lips. He bites Morpheus’ throat, gentle enough to not leave a mark but hard enough to make Morpheus jolt, getting a hand in Hob’s hair and encouraging him to continue, which he does with chuckling enthusiasm.

Eventually they slow down, only for Hob to come around, take Morpheus by the chin, and wait for him to open his eyes again. Something in them makes Hob growl, leaning in like he can’t help it and biting Morpheus’ lip.

“We don’t have to go all the way, if you don’t want to,” Hob says, breathless and barely holding himself back. “But I’m dying to suck your cock.”

Morpheus flushes again, grateful for the dim lighting in Hob’s living room and nods eagerly.

The next morning, Morpheus is awoken to the smell of coffee and Hob in his kitchen, preparing breakfast. Morpheus walks in with bare feet, bare chest, flannel pajamas that are hanging off his hips for dear life, and is suddenly hungry.

He sneaks up behind Hob, slotting his pelvis against Hob’s ass and winding his arms around his waist like he belongs there. Like they do this all the time and this isn’t a one-night-stand gone awry. Hob chuckles in surprise, dropping what he’s doing to turn around in Morpheus’ hold and be kissed sloppily.

Morpheus came to the bar with Johanna looking for a rebound, just some meaningless sex to help him forget his ex. But the next morning, he had a boyfriend.

#dreamling #dream x hob #ahhh what is this pacing #idk it was an idea that just had to get out #and now it's free #be gone brain worm!#my writing

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blooming-violets · 1 year

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KATIE JEALOUS PETER PLS ILYSM

Peter Parker Jealousy Headcanon

OKAY

I'm looking to my crystal ball of headcanons and there's about three million jealousy ones spinning around in there. I'm going to close my eyes and grab one out at random...

You and Peter are friends. College. Senior Year. You run the photography club and convinced him to join sophomore year after you found an old camera in his dorm room. You've been besties ever since. And, by besties, I mean Peter follows you around everywhere and you let him.

Peter doesn't talk to anyone else unless he's forced to.

I'm picturing depressed and disheveled Peter. After Gwen's death. He took a year or two off from college. When he finally attended, he kept to himself most of the time even though he was a part of the club. He only joined because you asked him to. Plus, taking pictures is a fairly solitary thing anyway. He'd do anything you asked him to.

None of your friends really like him. They think he's kind of mean and they're not wrong. He likes to sit and sulk and glare at people.

But, for some reason, he hates everyone except for you.

He always looks like he's two days past his shaving due date but never actually commits to the full beard. Permanent scruff. Constant messy bed head in need of a cut. Sad boy eyes. Same pair of jeans he's worn for the past two weeks. Wrinkled shirt. You get the idea.

The first year you two became friends, you thought the friendship would turn into something more. You kept hoping he would ask you out on a date. When he never did, you worked up the courage to ask him yourself. His response was awkward and it didn't seem like he was super interested so you quickly let it drop. You figured that he only wanted to be friends. You tried to let that be fine. You tried to push away your feelings for the beautiful emo trash human.

OOPS THIS GOT LONG READ MORE TIME

By senior year you'd all but squashed those feelings into the earth. (or so you liked to pretend)

You invited Peter to a party some friends are having at their new apartment off campus. He says he'll "show up if he has time" and you wonder what else this man could possibly be doing because you're his only friend. But you agree with it and decide to head off to the party alone. If Peter shows up, he shows up. If he doesn't, well, you're not going to waste your time begging him.

He does show up. Conveniently right as you do. Almost as if he planned it that way. You two enter and immediately can tell that the party is already getting out of hand. There's a lot of people you don't know in this apartment. People you don't think your friend invited. They probably heard about it from someone and decided to crash. Whatever. It's not your house. Let's get drinks.

Peter and you find the drink table and get busy. Shots shots shots! You're starting to feel good. Happy. Bubbly. You want to dance with the crowd of people middle of the room. You try to pull Peter over there. He refuses.

He gives you a scowl and shakes his head.

"I don't dance!" He shouts over the music.

"You suck," You shout back.

You leave him there to pout on his own and squeeze your way into the mass of sweaty people to dance. You start to lose yourself in the beat of the music. The drinks are spinning around in your head to amp up your happiness. It feels good.

Now some guy is dancing with you. He's grinding up behind you. You turn to look at him. You've never seen him before in your life but he's cute enough. At least the drinks are telling you he's cute and you don't really care. It's been a long time since you've gotten with anyone. Your last boyfriend broke up with you three years ago. You'd been pining over Peter for a while. It was time to have your needs met.

You start dancing back with the stranger. His hands are all over you. You like the feel of being appreciated by someone else. He's making you feel sexy. Beautiful. You turn around in his arms and start to kiss. Right there in middle of everyone. You don't care anymore.

You secretly hope Peter is watching.

And he is.

But he's not just watching. He's glaring. His fist tightens around red plastic cup in his hand so tightly that the contents spill out over the top and the plastic cracks and crumbles. He tosses the crunched up cup off to the side. His jaw is tight. He can't pull his eyes away from you. He wants to look away but he can't. They're glued on to you. Blazing into the back of your head. Even over all the music and noise he can hear the tiny moan of approval in the back of your throat.

The sound sets off all the raging alarms in his head. Fire burns behind his eyes. His shoulders are squared off and tense. And then he sees it.

The stranger, with his greedy arms wrapped around you, slides his hands down your waist. He flips up the bottom of your skirt, right there in the middle of everyone, to expose your underwear to whoever might be looking. A thong. The string is lost between your perfectly plump cheeks. Your ass is on full display should anyone decide to look down. He lets his hands grab fist full of your cheeks, his fingers digging into your flesh, before the skirt flops back down over his wrists to hide the rest from view.

And you're moaning. Kissing him harder. Shoving your tongue down his throat. You like it. You like that he takes control. You like that doesn't care who could see. He's not ashamed of you. He's not afraid. Your heart is spiking. Your skin is getting hotter. You're horny. You're sick of having no one but your vibrator for the past three years. So you whisper into the strangers ear to bring you to the bedroom.

Peter can hear it. He can hear and feel everything you're doing because he's zeroed in on you. You are his target. His senses are set on you and only you. The rest of the room and the people in it have faded away. All he sees is you.

He's watching as you take the strangers hand and lead him through the crowds. You're headed to the bedroom. Peter can't let you reach it. His heart is pounding. His breath is tight in his throat. He can't let you get to that bedroom.

In mere seconds he is across the room. His hand has grabbed a fistful of the stranger's collared shirt. He's throwing him backwards. Hard. Away from you.

Your hand breaks contract with the enemy. There's a brief sense of relief for Peter until he sees the confused shock in your eyes. You're glancing wildly between himself and somewhere off behind him.

The room has gone silent besides the steady beat of the music.

Peter blinks, his other senses starting to come back into focus. There's no longer only you. He can hear the music again. The hushed whispers. He can see the other people. They're all staring at him. No one is dancing anymore.

He turns to look. The stranger has been flung across the entire room and crashed into a kitchen cabinet. Its fallen off the hinges as he holds the back of his head in shock. When he pulls his hand away, there's blood on his palm.

Peter couldn't remember throwing him that far. He only meant to grab him away from you. He didn't mean to lose control of his strength like that. He turned to look back you, expecting to see the same horror as everyone else at the party. Instead he saw something else.

The corners of your lips turned into a smirk. There was a spark behind your eyes. The same one he saw threes years ago on the day you asked him on a date. An expectant hopefulness. He already let you down once. He wasn't going to do it again.

Before anyone could react, he'd taken your hand and fled from the scene. The night air was cool. It refreshed his lungs and helped steady his breath. He pulled you along behind him. Picking a direction and just going with it. Anywhere was better than back there.

You stayed quiet. Afraid that if you spoke, it would break whatever revelation he was having.

Finally, four blocks from the scene. He stopped to turn and face you.

"I-" he hesitated. He didn't know what he wanted to say. He didn't know how to tell you that you were his best friend. He didn't know how to tell you that you were the only person in his life who he wanted to keep. He didn't know how to say that he was terrified of losing you to. He didn't know how to open himself up and let you in without bringing along the pain of his past. He didn't know if he could treat you the way you deserved. He didn't know how to tell you that he brought along heartbreak and devastation where ever he went. He didn't know how to tell you that if you were with him, he would end up breaking you, too.

He didn't know how to tell you that, despite all that, he loved you.

You watched the words of all the things he couldn't say flash across his face. He didn't need to say them. Not to you. Not yet.

"If you can't say it, Peter," you whispered to him. "Then show me."

KISS

THE END

#the amazing spiderman #tasm #peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm headcanon #peter parker headcanon #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter headcanon #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker headcanon #ask games

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 6 months

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Famous In Love

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: So much freaking fluff!! Bf/n= Best friends name

Summary: This takes place in an AU where Jensen isn't with Danneel and is just a normal actor in Hollywood, and Y/n hears about an open casting call for a movie and goes to read for the part meets Jensen and things go from there:)

Word count:1.7k

A/n: I loved this show when it first came out so I figured I would try writing a story based on the pilot of this show. The pilot for this show gets all the credit!

"Come on Y/n this would be so fun to try. You never take any risks why not try this one." Bf/n was saying as you were walking down the street passing a billboard for an open call audition for some movie.

"No Bf/n you know that's just a publicity stunt. They're never gonna take some ordinary person like me. Besides I'm not pretty enough or good enough to ever be in a movie." You said as you stopped to think about how unlucky your life has been.

First your parents kicked you out at the age of 16 and you lived in your car while you worked a full time and part time job to afford rent. Then when you finally got settled in your new apartment it flooded and you had lost everything. You were 21 now and life was not looking to get any better. Luckily you had met Bf/n at work and she let you move in with her and you guys became inseparable.

"Please just do this one thing for me and if it turns out to be a disaster I'll do your laundry for a whole month. We'll go buy new clothes and go in there and nail this audition."

"Okay I guess we can give it a shot." You said finally giving in and letting her drag you to stores to pick out outfits.

Two days later you and Bf/n were sitting in a casting room waiting to audition. You were nervous but you didn't have high hopes. Expect disappointment and you'll never be disappointed. It was your friends turn to go audition and you wished her good luck as she disappeared down the hall. After about 10 minutes she came back with a smile on her face.

"So how'd it go?" You said interested to know what was gonna happen.

"It went alright, I definitely don't think I'll get the part but there was the most handsome man in the room watching me audition. I swear I forgot every single line because he was just so distracting."

Bf/n has always been super boy crazy so you didn't think anything of her mentioning another random guy she found cute. After about 10 minutes your name was called and you start to walk down the hall towards the audition room. Expect disappointment and you won't be disappointed you kept saying to yourself as you walked down the hall. You took a deep breathe before entering the room. When you entered the room you lock eyes with the most gorgeous pair of green eyes with a hint of brown you have ever seen.

Jensen's POV

I had been at auditions for only a few hours and I was already over everyone who had come and seemed to think it was a game or didn't really seem to try and care about what was happening. I started zoning out through most of the auditions because no one had that special spark that made me feel anything. Suddenly I hear the door open again and it's the last audition of the day, I lift my head up and look over at the door and see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

Reader POV

Your breathe got caught in your throat as you made eye contact with a man who looked to be about 25 years old. He had a very faint beard that you could only see in the light. You took a moment to breathe and then cleared your throat.

"Hi, my name is Y/n and I'm here to read for the role of Paige." You said walking up in front of the table that had the directors and producers behind it. You tried not to make eye contact with the guy who hadn't seemed to take his eyes off you since you came in the door.

"You may begin whenever you're ready."

You take a deep breathe before starting to read the script. "But what about me? What about what I feel. You don't just get to decide how I feel or how I control my life. I love you and nothing is going to change that." You said with your voice cracking as you finish up the scene. You notice everyone has a shocked look on their face, it seems like forever until the director speaks up.

"Thank you very much for coming today. We'll be in touch." You took one last look at the man and then exited the hallway to go find your friend.

Jensen POV

She captivated my attention from the moment she walked into the room. I could tell she was very nervous and shy because she kept her head down and wouldn't look at anybody. But as soon as she started the scene I couldn't help but just stare at her with astonishment. She's been the first person today that has captured my attention and actually made me feel something about the character. I realize she has to be the one for this part.

"She's the best we've seen all day. She knew the script, she was emotional, she was believable, and really cared about what she was saying." I said looking at everyone else in the room suddenly defending some girl I hadn't even said anything to.

"She's just a nobody though. It just doesn't seem right to give her the part." I was completely taken aback by this. "What if we bring her back in, and she reads a scene with me. If we have chemistry and it's believable then she gets the part." Everyone seemed to think that was fair so the assistant producer went to go find her while I tried to prepare myself.

Reader POV

You and bf/n were getting ready to leave the building when a slightly shorter woman ran up to you and stopped you. "Excuse me miss but they want you to come back and read another scene with your love interest and see if you can handle it." You were very shocked because you didn't think that you did that good. You looked back at your friend who had a big smile on her face telling you to go for it. You decide to follow the lady back into the room. When you open the door suddenly everything makes sense, the guy from earlier was playing your love interest.

Your heart started to speed up when you realized you would not only have to keep eye contact with this man but also try and remember words and talk to him.

"Hi, I'm Jensen I'll be playing Blake your love interest." He said while holding out his hand for you to shake. You smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Y/n."

"Okay so let's just read from the top of the page down and then we'll stop." Jensen said letting you know to start. "And action!" the director had called out.

"But what about me? What about what I feel. You don't just get to decide how I feel or how I control my life. I love you and nothing is going to change that."

"You can't love me. I can't stay here, I can't allow myself to fall deeper in love with you. You will only get hurt in the end and I can't let that happen."

"The only one hurting me right now is you. You aren't even considering my feelings. You're just doing what's best for you."

"What's best for me? What's best for me is being with you. But I just can't, I won't." He then turns away from you and you walk up behind him and place your hand on his shoulder.

"Yes you can, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, you're stuck with me. I know you may think you don't deserve to be happy. But you do, you deserve everything in the world that would make you happy. Starting with me." You said and looked away because that was the end of the scene. Suddenly you feel an arm grab your wrist and pull you back and then you feel lips on yours. You were surprised at first because you thought you were done with the scene, but it looked like he wanted to go further. It takes a second but then your brain catches up and starts kissing back. Suddenly he pulls away "Okay, lets do this together." "And cut!" the director said as Jensen slowly backs away from you. You were so distracted by what just happened instead of seeing anything you just walked out the door and ran down the hall. You couldn't believe he had just kissed you like that. It had been the best kiss you had in years and it was from this random guy.

Jenson POV

She was such a phenomenal actress I forgot we were even acting for a minute. When she said her last line of dialogue I didn't want the scene to be over so I pulled her in and kissed her keeping the scene going. I expected her to pull back but instead she gives herself into the kiss and it's the best kiss I've had in forever. Right after she ran out the door looking very nervous. I just knew I had to get to know more about this amazing girl.

"So?" I asked looking at the director. "We like her she's got the part." I get a big smile on my face and go to run out the door to catch her before she leaves.

Reader POV

Suddenly you hear noises behind you and see Jensen running up to you. "You got the part Y/n, you'll be playing me love interest." You were so excited you just decided to give him a hug, Shocked at what you just did you start to pull away but then feel him hug you back. "Congratulations." "Thank you," you say with the biggest smile on your face.

"Would you like to go out sometime. Maybe just do something casual like get a beer and dinner and just talk." He says suddenly being really shy like he's nervous to talk to you. But why would he be nervous, he's him and you weren't anything special. You decided to take a leap of faith, "Yeah I would really like that." He gave you that signature smile and you knew you were hooked.

#dean winchester #jensen ackles #supernatural #supernatural imagine #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x you #jared padalecki #sam winchester smut #sam winchester

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vxnillsstuff · 7 months

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To follow up on my last ask. Yes! I would love to have some general dating headcanons with Prismo and if possible a gender-neutral reader. I'm just scraping by the content provided for Prismo. He deserves the world.

Dating Prismo headcanons! - Prismo (Fiona and Cake) x GN!Reader

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BACKSTORY (in order)

I like to think you two met through like something silly. You finally got to tell him your wish after a long journey, but in the end, you really didn’t know what you wanted. You just wanted a purpose.

He was a bit overwhelmed at first because he had never seen anyone like… not know what they want other than that one time someone couldn’t focus because of him ignoring his responsibilities, causing the loud beeping on his remote but that’s a story for another time ^_−☆.

He just sat there and shared a drink with you, talking about how wishes are hard and stuff.

After some time, you found yourself slowly warming up to Prismo. He wasn’t as scary as all the myths you had heard said.

Over the months, you would come visit him, even though the journey was pretty rough. You pushed though, want to see your new… friend.

You would always jokingly scold him for drinking too much or if his beard was getting long.

He would always blow off your worries but by the next time you would come visit him, you could see that he had freshened up his small scruff and his box-ish-home would have looked a little bit cleaner.

One day, you had caught him in his small box-ish-home, looking sad.

He had explained that he had wished for something silly for himself and that it didn’t work. He knew it wouldn’t work.

You asked him what it was and he said that he wished he could have you.

You were slightly stunned by his “wish” but, you two sat and talked about it for a bit.

You found that he had feelings for you and you had felt some of those same feelings.

You two spent a few more months getting to know each other and you had started visiting him more often.

Eventually, you two started dating and it was super cute! He was all nervous, explaining that he hasn’t dated anyone in a while.

WHAT ITS LIKE DATING HIM (no specific order)

He always did small things for you. For example, if he was out doing something while you visited, he would put out tiny things of food or flowers for you. You would never mention these small gestures but you really did like them.

He would always wrap his “arms” around you and talk about how different things would be if he wasn’t the wish-maker.

You would explain that you liked him no matter what form or job he had and he would thank you for that.

LOTS of teasing. He thought you were just so cute and had to point out every gesture and action that you did.

He also needed a LOT of reassurance when you guys first started dating because he didn’t want to get hurt or anything. You would reassure him and tell him how much you cared and yada yada.

It took him a while to open up about his actual job and how much stress it brings him at times and you helped him through those feelings and stuff.

He would talk about how he hated seeing you leave and how he wished you could just stay there forever.

It hurt you to explain how you couldn’t and how you had a life back down on Ooo that you couldn’t just disappear from your life.

He would always talk about his favorite universes and he would spill ever little detail about them, like a teenage girl. ✨Gossip✨.

You two rarely fight but every now and then you would get in tense disagreements about your conflicting lives. In the end, he would apologize and you guys would make up.

Note: if this does good I’ll probably make a part 2 later! Sorry if these seem sloppy, I’m typing on my phone since I’m on a roadtrip. ε-(´∀｀; )

#prismo #fiona and cake #adventure time #x reader #fanfics #fanfic #headcanons #prismo fionna and cake #fionna and cake

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nikethestatue · 1 year

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The Paperman

Elriel Month 2023

I don't even know what the prompt is, but I wrote this. Thanks to @gracie-rosee for suggesting Paperman.

It's short and has language.

For A.

Always the man of my dreams

When you know, you know, right?

And I knew.

I knew that the girl with the big brown cow eyes–maybe doe eyes would be more appropriate–would be irreversibly tied to me. In some strange, cosmic way, in that sugary sweet Nicholas Sparks loopy, wordy nonsense, I just felt it. In my gut. My dick. My brain. Don’t want to say heart, but I have to admit, in my heart too.

Brown-eyed girl was the girl.

Only problem is, I didn’t know who the girl with the cow eyes was. Or how to find her.

It was a blustery day, so common in April, in Chicago. The weather playing mind games with the occupants of the city, taunting them with warmth and sunshine in the morning, only to plunge the temperatures to near freezing by the afternoon. Ha. Ha. Ha. Suckers!

I was standing on the CTA platform that morning, opting not to take the car to work, and now berating myself for that. ‘It’s a nice spring day’ they said. ‘A little windy’ they lied. It wasn’t nice and it wasn’t a ‘little windy’. Like a dumbass, I decided to walk to work, and not 3 blocks in, I was fucking freezing. Now, I am a big guy. I am 6”6 (like I said, I am a big guy), and you’d think that big guys, with 4% body fat and a couple of stints in Afghanistan back in the 2000s would be okay with the wind and the cold that was coming off the lake. I don’t know what it was about me–maybe it was that back then, I was in my early 20s, running hot all the time, or maybe it was my huge ass beard, or all the velcro gear that I had to schlep around on my body–but now that I was 34, I sure couldn’t tolerate the cold quite as well as I did back then.

Hence, me standing on the open platform, waiting for the train. Freezing my nuts off.

And then, Miss Thing saunters in. And to me, she is the best thing since…forever. Forget sliced bread. All I hear in my head is ‘Thunderstruck’ by AC/DC. Or AccaDacca as my Aussie friends call it.

So I stand there, in the howling wind, under the shade of the old timey skyscrapers, shivering like a wet poodle in only my suit…and…

I am falling in love.

Like, legit falling in love.

Tumbling.

Because cow-eyes is perfection.

I find myself thinking that she is everything that I’d ever wanted.

I am not a white picket fence kind of a guy, but if there was a girl that i’d trade my loft for, and end up in the suburbs with, mowing the lawn every Sunday and going to Costco to pick up 96 rolls of toilet paper–this is the girl I’d do it for.

I am hoping she is not one for the Costco trips: because if she is perfect, if she is mine, if she is carved out of my own damn rib, if she was placed here, on this platform because she belongs to me, then Miss Cow Eyes isn’t a Costco girl.

But I don’t even care.

I stare like a creeper, because if I close my eyes, I fear that she’d just disappear and I’d have to be committed, due to some intense nervous breakdown, because I let MY GIRL go and didn’t approach her.

Now, here’s where being 6”6 sucks.

Yeah, I got a nice Italian bespoke suit on, and my watch costs more than a house, but I also got neck tattoos, hand tattoos, Freddy Kreuger-level scarred hands, and I am 6”6 and I scare the ladies even on a good day. Yeah, I fucked a lot, still do–though now that I am in love with Cow-Eyes, I am going to be faithful forever–but the girls I fuck(ed) were still cautious, and only found their courage after the help of some alcoholic liquids. They are never disappointed when they say ‘yes’ and take a walk on the wild side with yours truly, but Cow-Eyes doesn’t seem like that kind of a girl.

She is like…pure.

Not sure.

Maybe she is not pure, but she is a good girl.

She’s got a cute pink and gray checkered coat on, she’s got cute white Adidas skater shoes on, cute jeans, and a cute pink beanie, on her extremely cute head. Waves of golden brown hair whip around her perfect face, smacking around the red-painted lips that I am absolutely sure I will kiss one day. And do some other very objectionable, but very hot things with. The sight of her makes me think depraved thoughts, even though she is just standing there, being all cute, clutching a leather folder to her chest. The chest–I also want to do unmentionable things with.

Here I am, suffocating with love and lust, and Cow-Eyes has no idea and the wind is just brutal.

A gust hits us so hard, it almost knocks her off her feet. She takes an awkward Bambi step, trying to hold on to all her crap, and I, being a gentleman and a dick, let her fall right into me. Into my ever-loving arms she stumbles, clutches my biceps with her little hands that have short, imperfect nails, and her sweet Altoids-y breath washes over me, as I hold her up. She smiles at me, all cute and flustered, and I smile like a shark, because I smell the delicious scent of fresh meat. My meat. This will all be mine, very soon.

The rumble of the upcoming train sends me into a sudden panic.

Are we sharing the same train?

Is she hopping on one and I am on the other?

Are we destined to miss each other like two ships in the night? Nope. Not if I have anything to do with it.

Cow-Eyes is blushing like a virgin, touched for the very first time, and I don’t want to let her go, but I also don’t want it to be weird.

It’s already weird, because I am in love with her, and she doesn’t know it. She doesn’t know that she will be in love with me too. Like this is how weird this is–here I am, staring at the future mother of my children (I am hoping for twins, boy and girl, but I am flexible), and the love of my life is trembling in my arms, not knowing that I will be attempting to impregnate her pretty soon (with consent, don’t worry).

The crowds swell and she separates from me, while another gust of wind almost fells us all down. In this instance, all it does is it makes her lose hold on her folder, and out flies a piece of paper that smacks her right in her perfect face.

I am losing her. She is fleeing my arms and I am feeling hollow and fucking empty, like she just tore a piece of my soul and took it with her. Dismayed, I watch her shoulder her way inside the train car, and she gives me a look…And I fucking freeze. Because the look is raw and full of understanding. Like she’d known me all of my life. Like she understands every strand of my being and every fucked up thought in my head. Cow Eyes blink at me, and the doors close and I watch her go. Away. Without me.

I am so discombobulated, I feel as if a limb was severed and her phantom presence is still with me, the scent of perfume and Altoids marks my skin, my shirt, but she is not here.

Dazed. I am dazed and confused, and I watch the train snake forward, feeling like a new bride watching her lover go off to war never to see him again.

Fuck.

How do I find a girl in the city of 5 million?

My girl.

My Cow Eyes.

My beautiful girl who is cute head to toe and who’ll have me as a husband, and will never lose me in the crowd, because she can always spot a 6”6 monstrosity with neck tats.

Now, who is dry humping my leg?

I look down, and there is a piece of paper wrapped around my pant, stuck there and held up by the wind. Thanks buddy! Never loved the wind as much as I love it right now. There is a rowdy looking pigeon that’s eyeing my paper like a bastard, or maybe it’s the remnants of the burrito that someone graciously tossed right on the platform, because throwing it out in a garbage bin is too much work apparently. Anyway, I don’t care, because I beat the pigeon to it and sweep the paper up in my hand, before he flies into my leg like a bull attacking a matador. I nudge the burrito towards him–buon appetito, pal–and look at the paper.

First thing–there is a perfect imprint of my girl’s lovely lips right on the paper. It’s smeared a bit, as she’s been sucki-

Okay, focus. Time for that later. The pouty outline of her lips is pure deliciousness, but I am not after spank bank material right now. Priorities and all.

It’s an invoice of some kind. To a tattoo shop.

What?

My girl looks like she’d faint at the sight of needles, but maybe I am totally misreading her? What if babygirl has a sleeve going? I mean, even I am doubting that this is the case, but why the heck would she have an invoice for some dude named Martin Scalia for $350 from Jade Eyes Tattoo and Piercing Parlour, LTD. Props to the British spelling of ‘parlor’--a classy move–but Jade Eyes??? They literally have some kind of unfathomable connection to Cow-Eyed Girl and they call it ‘Jade Eyes’? Dumb.

I am pensive and kind of an asshole for the rest of the day.

I have Martin Scalia’s invoice sitting on my desk in my office, and I am staring at the slightly smeared lipstick imprint like I am deranged.

I am deranged.

I have an 800 million deal that I am working on, but all I can think of is my girl. I look out at the vast expanse of the city, its skyline dotted with an endless number of skyscrapers, all looking like overly erect dicks, the dickest of which is of course the Trump Tower. And somewhere, in this Forest of Dicks, is my girl. Who is currently not with me, and that’s just throwing me. She should be resting her sweet ass on my lap right now, looking at me adoringly, calling me ‘my love’ or ‘master’ and eagerly thinking of what I would do with her once we get home. Instead, she is gallivanting somewhere unknown to me and it’s irritating as fuck.

My buddy Cass sticks his big head in the door of my office and asks me if I am in love, because I am, apparently, mooney-eyed. He snags a look at Martin’s invoice and the lipstick smear, then grins like an asshole and leaves me be, while whistling ‘Strangers in the Night’. I love him as much as I hate him. But mostly love. I only love two people–Cow-Eyes and Cass.

I am sprinting out of the office and onto the street like a young buck. I am a young buck. Or maybe, a middle-aged buck, but I have a plan and it’s giving me wings. I get into an Uber and we drive all the way to UIC, which, in my opinion, is still a neighbourhood that’s shady as fuck. I hope that my girl is safe walking around here.

The car drops me off at the infamous Jade Eyes Tattoo shop.

I am gonna be honest here, I didn’t give this too much thought.

My brain is so full of my Cow-Eyed girl, that there is absolutely no space left for anything else. Like planning. Like not being a creeper and just barging in. Or considering that she might not even be there. Why would she be? Maybe she is an accountant and this is her client? I guess I can beat the shit out of the tattoo guys and demand to know the whereabouts of their sexy, gorgeous, perfect, incredible, stunning accountant who will be my wife, though I prefer not to go that route. I try to be peaceful. Usually.

Also, she cannot be an accountant.

She is definitely a writer. Yes. She writes dark romances. I can feel it.

So….I actually don’t have a plan.

But I walk in anyway and figure I’d play it by ear.

And there she is. The beanie is off and her golden hair is gilded by the light, gleaming light the sun at dawn.

Those large brown eyes flicker and blink, and she recongises me. The moment is right there. Seared into my memory forever. She blinks. And she knows me. She knows me through time and space, like I know her. She is my girl. It’s inevitable.

When you know, you know. Right?

“Go on a date with me,” I order.

“Okay,” she says.

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mrwavellswaps · 2 years

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Wavell’s Vacation 2

Part 1 here! ⬇️

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I might not have mentioned it before but I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for awhile but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripping down from his forehead while he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the chair side table before sitting down.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on but as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt by the man racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy, the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that is moans only increased as I still had small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive member.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him I don’t doubt it felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as what would be the feet of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body instantly, taking full control from head to toe.

Next thing I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my newly acquired fuckstick twitching away after all that stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man who’s body I’d taken before hooking myself up to his memories. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to it’s flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up, pulled my shorts back on and pretty much resumed where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it.

I’d never done anything like it before but with Jake’s memories it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positivity atmosphere to which I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers. Of course they had no idea his body had actually been taken over by an all powerful warlock as I exuded Jake’s traits and personality perfectly.

Speaking of co-workers, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. I had to admit he was pretty handsome and of course quite nerdy due to the job we worked but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back during a night out with a bunch of the office people. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck as he started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but for one the man was his boss and two he was way too drunk to be having sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there had been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I haven’t had an actual job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my hosts sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving my work before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, his calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Oh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I stated while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting.

Slowly I dropped to my knees after turning his chair to face me. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face only. He was speechless. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me, simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected, a solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. With that I didn’t waste any time, immediately wrapping my lips around the tip, sucking on it a little before going down.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside, instead grunting while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster, occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls a little before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but in the end he did exactly that. In came Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease as he tried to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the adorable face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked to door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk and discarded my shirt, pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed on myself before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down.

The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sat on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Before long I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim wrapped a hand over my mouth to muffle me as so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasping my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As you can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pant. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks which was n absolute blast! I made sure to keep up with Jake’s fitness routine if not to maintain his lean muscled physique then to gawk at the other hot meathead around the gym.

I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could, whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking, brushing my hand against his when we passed one another, always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to bend down to pick it up. Oh it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home, sitting on the couch and beginning my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be cute.

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Part 3! ⬇️

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enchantedchocolatebars · 10 months

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Ooh, you do silly stuff! In that case, I have a fic request. Philip Wittebane meets a tiny Reader and says "Oh, you're tiniest Reader I've ever seen! In my satchel you go!"

Or Slade from Teen Titans is the one that finds tiny Reader and puts them in one of his belt pouches.

Is it possible to do both? I like both ideas.

Hi, nonnie!👋

I do indeed do sillies! :D

ESPECIALLY SILLY STUFF WITH BEARDO PHILIP 🤎 💕

Thank you for the request!😊

I hope this is okay / fine / decent.👍

The Satchel

During his days in the deplorable Demon Realm, Philip Wittebane had never ONCE come across anything or anyone he would consider "cute".

Just not possible.

Until today.

The bearded man was walking through the forest, his satchel by his side as he happily wrote about the "accidental" death of his most recent companion.

Their demise was truly "heartbreaking".

He might be smiling as he's writing about them, but trust me, he was "crying" on the inside.

While walking, he hears a small, high-pitched voice scream "STOP!" to which he does mid-step, placing his right foot that he had lifted up down.

The sudden screech startled him greatly.

Looking around to see where the voice came from, Philip looks down to see you.

Yes, you! 🫵

You were a tiny being. About the size of a pea. Chibi-sized even.

A sigh of relief came when you saw that the giant man hadn't stepped on you.

That would have NOT been good.

Seeing you, Philip couldn't believe his blue eyes.

You were the cutest, tiniest wittle thing he's ever seen in this hellish place.

Lowering down to your level, he starts to speak, his face beaming with glee.

"My, my, aren't you just adorable?" He coos, hearts floating around him.

You give the guy a small glare. You didn't like him.

You were lucky Philip found you to be so interesting.

If he didn't, he'd take great pleasure in crushing you with his foot and scraping your remains off his shoe.

"You'll make for a marvelous specimen to study." He reaches out a hand to grab you, in which you gasp.

You then let out a growl.

No way were you letting this, admittingly attractive, stranger take you away with him.

That's kidnapping, which was an unlawful act. >:(

You had to do something.

Lifting up a finger, you send a mini blast of energy his way. When he's hit, he begins to... laugh? You're shocked by this. How is your magic not harming him? His laughter only makes you more mad as you grit your teeth. You try zapping him again and again and again, but he only continues to laugh.

"That tickles!" He chuckles as he grabs you. You try your best to get out of his grasp. He then uses a finger to lightly tap your head.

"Adorable and hilarious." You were definitely going into his satchel, no doubt about that. He needed a good laugh and you had given him just that.

As you're about to bite his finger CLEAR OFF his hand, he gently places you into his satchel and continues his walk.

As you silently sat in the brown bag, you slowly began to realize something. You actually liked being inside it. The gentle rocking with every step the man took, the items such as a dagger and a strange disc clinking around with each motion.

It was all so... soothing.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Oh, fine.

You would accept this mistreatment.

For now.

#(hopefully this satisfies your silly tooth lol 🦷😋)#(enjoy!)#(AAA I'm sorry i know he's a jerk and all around awful person but OMG he can be SO CUTE sometimes)#(i love him so 💕 💕 💕)#(MAN i had fun with this one 😁😁😁)#the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #x reader #writing #my writing

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE HANGOVER PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2009 film

it says here we should work in teams.

why don't we remember a goddamn thing from last night?

you're in for a real treat today.

i see guys like you in here every fucking day.

you found the car?

i just wish your friends were as mature as you.

i'm thinking about getting my bartender's license.

you're such a bad person.

you're actually gonna wear that, or are you just fucking with me?

by the way, we're all gonna die.

at least our trip wasn't a total loss.

hey, what's that on your arm?

would you shut up and drive before any of these nerds asks me another question?

this does not seem fair.

do i have any volunteers?

watch it, pervert!

that's not a purse. that's a satchel!

we had a great fucking time.

you're not really wearing that, are you?

we all do dumb shit when we're all fucked up.

why are you peppering the steak?

no chance. cash only.

what the fuck happened last night?

am i missing a tooth?

who does shit like that?

we're not even going to be in the room.

you just have to get to know them better.

this is my favorite part coming up now.

we don't want to call attention to ourselves.

you guys ready to let the dogs out?

it's no big deal.

we call this place "loserville."

you cool with that?

it's where i keep all my things.

trust me, it's not worth the fight.

your language is offensive.

don't let the beard fool you. he's a child.

what're you talking about?

indiana jones wears one.

you are a fucking moron.

you're an idiot.

where the hell are you? i'm freaking out.

let's go, handsome.

i don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight.

it hurts too much.

i'm not cool with that.

now, it's real simple.

whatever happens tonight, i will never, ever, ever speak a word of it.

listen... uh. we fucked up.

are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of the baby?

who said anything about gambling?

pull yourself together, bro.

suck my dick.

all you got to do is point, aim, and shoot.

why would you go to las vegas?

you don't know for sure?

things got out of control.

i should have been a fucking cop.

seriously. i don't care what happens. i don't care if we kill someone.

i feel weird having to ask you twice.

can i ask you another question?

it's at the corner of get a map and fuck off.

you can do this. just focus.

that's not what you do.

i'm pretty sure that's illegal.

we're getting married in five hours.

if it's what i think it is, it's a big fucking mistake.

i can't afford to lose somebody close to me again.

this isn't the real caesar's palace is it?

i keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger.

it's not gambling when you know you're gonna win.

it's not illegal.

whose fucking baby is that?

you heard me!

i'm on your side!

yeah... that's not gonna happen.

i'm sick of doing what you want me to do all the time.

i shouldn't be here.

where'd you get that cop car from?

boy, you've got a sweet ride there.

don't listen to this maniac.

we're shit out of luck.

how's my hair?

it was a real pleasure meeting you.

what if he got out?

you are literally too stupid to insult.

there's a phone in your room.

oh, how cute.

do me a favor. don't text me. it's gay.

whatever this is ain't working for me.

you might not know this, but i consider myself a bit of a loner.

wait a second. could it be?

i stand corrected.

are you nuts?

i don't know you. you do not exist.

would you please put some pants on?

i hate godzilla! i hate him too!

that was once, and i was out of line.

this isn't your fault.

i'll get you some pants.

remember, what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

right in the nuts!

don't touch it. don't even look at it.

i say we delete it right now.

did you have to park so close?

i met you like four times.

that was beautiful! well done!

i'll hit an old man in public.

i want to find out how i went to the hospital.

we're going to be okay.

that's highly unlikely.

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i saw you mention you're nonbinary and like i've wanted to ask someone cause i think im nonbinary but all my gnc friends are like binary trans i guess? and don't really have any answers for their discovery beyond like "i always really connected with girls and felt more like a girl than i did a guy" and it just leaves me questioning because i feel gross to think of myself as a boy and gross to think of myself as a girl. not sure where this is going, i guess what was the discovery process like that led you to recognize yourself as nonbinary?

hey that's a really awesome question actually!

my journey has been kind of back and forth- i identified as a binary trans guy for about. 7 years. and during that time i realized i was really, really unhappy. i was being seen as a man, or at least, not as a woman and it was making me happy, but i had to wear very traditionally masculine clothes, never wear makeup, never talk about being gay, etc. in order to pass

so, i'll kinda give you my two big moments where i realized i was nonbinary, so to speak!

1.) when i first found out what transgender was, it was thru a local lgbt pride alliance group. i learned what the word "Transgender" was there and it literally made my heart stop. i met a transfem person who kinda explained what being genderless was, but the term "nonbinary" wasn't in circulation at the time. i went home and started researching trans stuff and i found terms like "neutrois," "genderqueer" and "agender" and immediately vibed with those.

i identified as neutrois/agender/"other" gender for about 3 years. when i came out to my family, they didn't take it well at all. i told them to please stop calling me a girl, that i wasn't a girl, i wasn't a guy, and that i was just a person. they couldn't handle it, and i realized that most people couldn't, so i felt like i had to go full tilt into being a trans guy in order to be taken seriously. it kept me up at night because i knew deep down inside that i was different, and that this wasn't something that would just go away, and that there was nothing i could do change who i was. i didn't quite know who i was yet, all i knew is that i hated people dictating how i was to be referred to and if i was allowed to keep the beard i naturally grew due to being intersex or not

over the years i started realizing how miserable i was forcing myself to look/act like a cishet guy, because while i am partially a guy, i'm definitely not a cis or binary one

2.) 2020 rolled around and everyone was wearing masks constantly. i wanted some cloth ones around for safety, and my landlord's grandmother made me some. one of them was a cute flowery fabric, and i started wearing it around with my traditionally masc hair and clothing. someone approached me one day and went "sir? ma'am? ... i'm sorry, i can't tell." and i tell you what that gave me the most euphoria i've ever had in my life, more than being called "sir" by itself ever has

it made me remember that oh RIGHT i was my happiest when i was being referred to as something nonbinary adjacent. i still identify as genderqueer and use that term when i don't want to go into detail, or am around people who aren't very familiar with queer terms. most doctors and professionals seem to get the term genderqueer too.

i have DID and am a plural system, so there are alters in my system who still identify as neutrois, too! many of us have attachments to the terms that we used when we first came out. being a trans guy is an awesome experience and during the times in my life i've tried to stop identifying as one, it's made me really fucking sad. but that's okay!

i have several genders at once and that's rad. i'm glad you decided to ask this because coming back around to realize i'm nonbinary has made me the happiest i've been in a long time. i really am just a person !

i hope that helps!!!! thank you for asking this, i've really been wanting to talk about being nonbinary, genderqueer and "other" gender in general, and what it means to identify this way. thanks for stopping by, if you have any more questions feel free to ask = )

#asks #answers #nonbinary #enby #resources

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Food for thought

AN: Good morning lovelies! Day 27! Wow! As it's Thursday, it would be rude not to make it Thor's day....

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Thanks to @doasyoudesireandlive for the Norwegian endearments.

Pairing: Thor x Agent!Reader

CW: Oral Fixation, Food Play, Mild Angst, Pining, Ace!Yelena, Explicit Sexual Content, more details than anyone needs about how to eat a Jaffa Cake

Word Count: 3k

He was watching you again.

The Asgardian prince. Thor.

He appeared from time to time, in a flash of rainbow lights, swung his axe at the bad guys, got Bucky rip-roaring drunk on magic mead and waxed lyrical with Yelena about her sister. Then he’d disappear again, not to be seen again for weeks.

You had noticed though, when he was here, he had a tendency to watch you. At first you thought it was wariness, and unfamiliarity. You were a new agent, brought in to be part of the ‘new’ Avengers team. You weren’t a field agent. You did logistics and on-line support, every so often taking the pilots role for the jet, but you were included in team activities, including movie night. Thor had appeared just in time for the latest mission, and after helping to get one up on the bad guy of the week, he had agreed to stay on for take-out and movies.

“It has been a while since I have sat and watched one of your mortal stories,” he had boomed, voice easily taking over the entire room. And although he had directed his statement to Yelena, who’d invited him to stay, you could make out, from the corner of your eye, that he was looking at you. Which was just great. Because if you’d noticed then Yelena definitely had, which would lead to even more teasing from the Russian.

“He likes you, маленькая жена.”

“He doesn’t even know me, Lena. And I am not his ‘little wife’.”

“He wants to know you though. Trust me. Just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I don’t recognise when others do. And that man, that God, wants to…”

You’d clamped your hands over your ears and jogged off down the hall, shouting out “lalalalalala” to cover over whatever your friend was going to say next. Not because you didn’t want to know. Oh no! You really did. You absolutely did. But there was no way you were going to let Yelena in on that information. That when you did feel his eyes on you, you felt your whole body suffused with warmth. How you could feel your heart beating between your legs, your core throbbing with need.

He was the most beautiful man, you’d ever set your eyes on and the idea that he would want you…ungh! Well let’s just say that Thor had featured in some of your personal self-care imaginings.

Now here you were a few hours later, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing your PJ shorts and a baggy t-shirt, and holding your tub of chicken and noodles, putting them away with gusto with your chopsticks. Bucky and Sam were on the other sofa, cuddled up and looking sickeningly cute (how those guys could go from gruff and macho to a pair of fucking kittens gave you whiplash), Yelena and Kate were sprawled out on the bean bags on the floor, Kate giving Yelena a foot rub and Thor, well he had just come into the room and you realised too late that the only space left for him was next to you.

You shuffled up and gave him a small smile as he sat, the sofa cushions giving way beneath his large bulk, and you had to adjust your balance, so you didn’t fall against him.

“What are we watching?”

His whisper was so close to your ear your flesh was tickled by his facial hair. For a moment your mind went blank, images of him tickling other parts of your body with his beard flashing through your brain.

“Huh? Um. I’m not sure. It’s Yelena’s pick, so I hope it’s not too scary.”

“Never fear, little one. I can always protect you.” He gave you a dramatic wink and turned to the large TV screen, leaving you in a scrambled state.

Was he just flirting with you?

Luckily Yelena had been in a silly action mood, and you were able to return most of your attention back to the film, as you continued to eat your food. You were still aware though of Thor, watching you eat. You could almost feel his gaze each time you lifted another morsel of chicken to your lips, or sucked in a bunch of noodles.

Weird.

Having finished your take-out, you grabbed your favourite movie snack from the table in front of you; a box of British ‘Jaffa Cakes’, a treat you’d discovered on a mission and couldn’t get enough of.

You opened the packet absentmindedly as you watched the good guys getting ready to storm the bad guy’s lair to look for the hostages, although as it was only the second act of the film, there was bound to be some trap or other. Taking out the first chocolate covered sponge cake, you nibbled around the edge, careful not to bit into the disc of orange jello that sat sandwiched between the chocolate and sponge layers. Next, you peeled the jello off the cake base, popping the latter into your mouth. That left you holding the disc of jello, still covered with a thin layer of chocolate. You delicately picked off the larger pieces, eating them, before placing the orange centre on your tongue and letting it dissolve.

You felt the weight of Thor’s gaze but tried to ignore him as you reached into the packet for a second Jaffa cake. After the third you couldn’t take it anymore, turning to face him.

“What are you looking at?” you hissed, trying not to make your voice too audible to the others.

Thor at least had the good grace to look chagrined at being caught staring, and in the low light of the room you were aware of a pinkening of his skin as he blushed.

“I…um…wondered what it is that you are eating and why you are dissecting it thus?”

Your ire retreated, and you felt a little mean at being so harsh. You nabbed another one of your treats and held it out to him, leaning a little closer so you could talk to him over the sounds of Hollywood gunfire.

“You can eat it all in one go, like a soft cookie, but I think it’s better if you take it apart.” Thor took it between his fingers and gave it a light squeeze and a sniff.

“Is it a cookie or a cake?”

“Would you believe that the UK government spent a long time debating that?”

A bark of laughter left him, making Kate turn around and ‘shush’ him. Yelena just grinned at you, and you rolled your eyes, before turning your attention back to Thor.

“Like this…” You grabbed another of your own and faced him as you took it apart, Thor shyly copying your actions, his eyes fixed on your mouth. As you placed the orange part on your tongue you heard his intake of breath, his eyes going wide, and suddenly he was up, striding out of the room as fast as his legs could take him.

Sam made to get up, but Bucky snagged his boyfriend’s wrist, keeping him in place, but cocked his head in your direction and then in the direction of the door, a clear entreaty for you to go after Thor. You only hesitated for a moment, snagging the rest of the box of Jaffa Cakes off the table as you set off to find him.

It didn’t take you long to find him; he was further down the corridor, striding towards the room that he used when he stayed in the compound. Apparently, it wasn’t a good idea to drink and bi-frost, so quarters had been made available at the behest of King Valkyrie after a previous incident that both she and Thor refused to talk about.

You jogged to catch up with him, grasping hold of his arm.

“Thor? Are you okay?”

He whirled around, a look of pain across his face.

“I am fine. I just felt the urge to be alone.”

You didn’t believe him, and despite the difference in size and strength between you, you managed to steer him to the side of the corridor.

“Nope.” You popped the P. “Not buying it, Thunderpants. What’s given you the willies?”

“The what? No…” He wafted his hand at you. “Nothing upsets me. I am a God.”

His false bravado was equally unconvincing. Without really thinking, you took another Jaffa cake from the pack and took a bite out of it, running your assessing gaze over him. He looked back at you and then suddenly closed his eyes and gulped, a flush making its way up his throat.

“What?!”

Thor took in a deep breath before opening his eyes, the pained look back on his face.

“Please…”

“Please what, Thor? I know we aren’t the closest of friends, but we could change that…”

He moved then, as quick as the lightning he controlled, moving the pair of you, so it was now you against the wall, his body close, pinning you.

“I don’t want to be friends.” His voice was a low growl and your eyes widened in both shock and hurt. Did he hate you? What had you ever done to make him feel this way? You tried to push past him, but you couldn’t move his bulk.

“Then let me go, and I’ll never bother you again, your Highness.”

His eyes narrowed, and you realised he was watching your lips.

“I do not wish to do that either. You really have no idea, do you? I do not want to be friends, because I wish to be more. You have bewitched me. I see you, and all I want is to feel these lips - your lips - on mine.”

He raised his hand, as if he were about to touch your mouth and you couldn’t help the hitch in your breath.

“When you talk, little one, I would have all your words directed to me. When you eat, I wish it were me you were devouring. I want nothing more to feel you against me, so close neither of us knows where one ends and the other begins…You are a treasure to be worshipped. Min skatt.

His words wove an erotic spell and a whimper of need left your throat.

“Thor… I…

But he carried on as if you hadn’t spoken.

“But I know it’s impossible, and I am sorry for burdening you with my feelings, and…”

You’d heard enough and could no longer hold back. You cupped his face with your free hand, feeling his soft beard against your palm.

“Shut and kiss me, Thunderpants.” You didn’t wait for him to take in what you’d said, pulling him down and rising up on your toes to join your lips together. You heard him growl and you felt sparks shoot through you as you tasted each other. Thor pulled you impossibly closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck, barely registering the fact that he was now carrying you and walking down the corridor. In fact you only really noticed your change of venue when you felt yourself being lowered onto his mattress.

Thor broke the kiss and your eyes - that you hadn’t even realised you’d closed - fluttered open, to take in his stormy, lust filled gaze looking down on you.

“Tell me what you want, kjære. Be very clear now how far this can go, because I want all of you, but I will do as you wish.”

Realising you were still holding your now slightly crushed box of Jaffa cakes, you dumped it down next to you on the bed, so you could thread the fingers of both hands into Thor’s hair, bringing your faces so close together that your breath mingled.

“Make love to me, Thor. Make me yours.” You rubbed your nose up and down the side of his, feeling the tension in his arms where he hovered over your body. “Feel my lips where you wish, make them let loose sounds of ecstasy, for your ears alone.”

He initiated the next kiss, his mouth crashing onto yours, the bed dipping as he took his weight on his knees so he could help you shed your clothes and you could help him shed his. Two pairs of hands roamed, mapping naked skin, finding scars, muscle and soft flesh in equal measure. You pushed at him and he allowed you to roll him with a chuckle. You straddled his hips, feeling him nestled against you, but tried not to look…yet. Instead you focused on his chest and chiselled abs.

He really was built like a god…

His large hands were settled on your hips, just holding you gently, and he was looking up at you with an expression that let you know that he was holding himself back, letting you set the pace, even if it killed him. But you were feeling impish. Leaning to the side you grabbed your squashed snack box, pulling out a sorry looking Jaffa Cake. Tilting your head as though you were objectively studying him, you nibbled around the edge.

“So, the God of Thunder is obsessed with my mouth? My lips? Interesting…” You peeled the jelly off the cake base and placed it over one dusky nipple and the piece of cake over the other. You heard his intake of breath, saw his broad chest inflate and the bits of food move, and you giggled, before bending forward. You pressed kisses over the swell of one pectoral, moving closer and closer to the sponge. Flicking your eyes up to look at him, you snagged the cake off his skin, and when you had it in your mouth, you nipped at his pebbled peak.

“Skatt….” He growled it out, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“What?” You smiled back, mischievously, before swapping sides to lick up the chocolate covered orange jelly. “You wanted my mouth on you. Speaking of…”

You slid down him, his length gliding through your folds then up your stomach until you were eye to…well eye with it.

Oh my!

Yup. Definitely god-like…

You took him in your hand, aware of his ragged breath as tried to control his reactions. Your fingers and thumb couldn’t meet around his girth and you clenched on nothingness as you imagined how it would feel inside you. Locking gazes with him again, your tongue snuck out from between your lips and you licked across his tip. You moaned in tandem, before you licked him again, swirling around the head and then taking it into your mouth. You moaned again, the sound vibrating around Thor’s cock as you sought to take him as far into your mouth as you could.The feel of him, the weight, the taste. It was divine. You bobbed your head and stroked him and you felt Thor tremble beneath you.

“Enough!”

You squeaked, as he dragged you back up his body, and flipped you both over again. He captured one of your breasts in his mouth and you clung to him, writhing under his touch. His hand traced down your body, squeezing your hip briefly, before sliding into your folds, seeking the wetness there.

“Oh God!” How was it even possible that his touch felt this good? He swirled his finger around your entrance, teasing you like you’d teased him, before pressing it in. After a few thrusts he added a second and then a third, curling them and then spreading them and you clung to the sheets below you.

“Thor, please, I need you. Tease me and take it slow some other time.”

“As you wish…” He moved over you, cock in hand and notched it at the entrance to your weeping pussy. When he pushed in, you saw stars, your back arching. You heard him hiss as he held himself back as your channel clutched at him. Then he was rocking back and forth, feeding himself into you inch by glorious inch, until his hips were flush to the back of your thighs and you could lock your legs around his sculpted waist.

His face hovered over yours and you pulled him to you, crashing your lips together again as he started to move with slow, steady strokes which allowed you to get used to his size. He felt as good as, no better than, you thought he would be and you moaned into his mouth. He increased his speed bit by bit and you both broke the kiss in order to concentrate on your spiralling pleasure. You pressed your mouth to the firm flesh below his collar bone, moaning into it and nipping at his flesh. Your hands were tangled in his blonde hair, twisting and pulling, revelling in the noises you pulled out of him. But it was the way his cock was pressing against your insides, rubbing you, stretching you that pushed you to the precipice.

“Thor, I’m gonna cum. Oh God! I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum, min skatt. Cum for me. I need to feel you as you do.”

A few more thrusts, with Thor pressing his body against your clit and you were crying out, repeating his name over and over, and shuddering in his arms as you milked his cock.

“Norns! I can’t hold back any more!

Thor pulled his cock from the clutch of your body, taking himself in hand and jerking himself, cumming with a groan, in thick white ropes across your lower abdomen. He dropped down next to you on the mattress, cuddling into your side, his face in the crook of your neck.

“Give me a few moments, kjære, then I will clean you up before making you shout my name again. It should be the only word on those lips of yours.”

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Changed. || Marauders - 18

A quick 3 min per chapter Marauders Era fanfic starring Faith Solace as reader × Sirius/Remus, and Minuet McGonagall (an OC of mine hehe)

Warnings: None :>

Words: 521

Faith's POV

“You’re so brave,” Faith told James with a hint of sarcasm.

“Why do you say that?” James perked up.

“Is it ‘cause he made the team in the stupidest way possible?” Remus guessed with his nose still in a book.

Faith laughed. “Or maybe it’s the letter you sent poor Evans–”

“Pfft, wait—” Remus burst out laughing. “You actually gave her that letter??”

James flushed red, “Wasn’t it a dare?”

Sirius entered the room. “Why’s Potter all red like that? Oooooh– Are we talking about Evans? I wanna join!”

“Don’t you think it’s a little early to be crushing on people? We’re only eleven for goodness sake!” (Faith)

“He can do what he wants. Isn’t that right Jamsie?” Sirius gave him a pat on the back. “Besides, it just gives us another thing to tease him about,” he smirked.

They laughed.

“So, when’s the next quidditch practice?” Remus changed the subject. “I heard quidditch season is starting soon.”

James sat a little taller as if he loved talking about him making the team. “Soon I think. They said something about wanting to meet us up for lunch first.”

“Sounds exciting.”

Sirius' POV

“How do you do it……” I was mumbling to myself like a madman. “Why are you so bold James? So charismatic–”

“You alright Sirius?” Remus approached me.

“Yeah, just……. Thinking.”

Then I remembered something.

“You went missing ‘round this time last month didn’t you? Ever plan on telling us where Professor Dumbledore took you?”

Remus paused to think.

“Sirius, Remus! Look what Peter and I found outside!!”

Solace came running over, and I caught Remus heaving a sigh of relief out of the corner of my eye… He’s definitely hiding something.

“What did you find?” Remus smiled enthusiastically at her.

Peter hurried over too, holding something small with his two hands.

“Bowtruckle,” I gasped when I saw it, it was absolutely adorable— Ehem, not that I would ever admit it……

“Yeah! It’s so cutee~”(Faith)

“But what’s it doing here in Hogwarts?” Remus made a good point.

“Where’d yall find it Pete?” I asked, having an inkling of where it might have come from.

“Near the whomping willow,” Faith and Peter said in unison.

“You thinking what I’m thinking Remus?”

“No?”

“The little guy could belong to the groundskeeper.”

“Oh–” Faith mumbled. “I never thought of that…”

I shrugged, “I mean, it’s just a hunch–”

“Who’s the groundskeeper?” Peter asked.

“You know the big tall guy with the huge beard and long hair? Yeah, him.”

“Could’ve just said Hagrid…” Faith grinned at me.

“Can’t blame me,” I smirked back. “It’s an accurate description after all.”

James' POV

“Nice to meet you, Potter. I’m Justin Anderson, captain.” He shook James’ hand then added, “Don’t you dare pull a stunt like that again or I’ll personally have you kicked from the team.”

James gulped, guess barging into tryouts did not leave the captain with a good impression.

“Hey, go easy on the kid… He’s a natural,” one of the girls next to the captain said. “He needs discipline. Let’s see how he fares on the real pitch.”

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mitchiegonewild · 2 years

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aot: the mitchie cinematic universe

okay so im just gonna write down some of my aot headcanons in a modern setting bc like...im right. anyways:

eren and armin met on reddit

erens a reformed brony but it’s still a comfort show of his

armin defends furries (as he should)

he also got sasha and connie to go to furcon and at first he was nervous abt taking him because they thought that they would be mean about it but they ate that shit up, none of them are furries but they fuckin love them

connie gets wasted and eats baby food

jean got his license first and never stfu abt it

marco unironically prefers the cafeteria food to home cooked food

levi went to jail for a really long time when he was like 17. nobody except erwin knows why. whenever anyone asks erwin he just goes “you shouldn’t have asked that.” and stares at you until you change the topic

additionally, levi’s mugshot is single-handedly both the hottest and scariest thing ever

moblit is saving himself for marriage and volunteers to teach sex ed to hanges class

hange has not yet realized that moblit would stop waiting for marriage if they approached him in that way

eren is an AVID redditor. i’m talking 4 out of the 6 hours of his phones screen time is the reddit app. he used to be obsessed with 4chan too

historia runs a pretty popular fashion instagram account

some random guy (possibly reiner while he was in his closeted era) left the funniest hate comments when historia posted a picture of her and ymir together for valentines day. ex: “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TOGETHER” “MY HEARRRRTTTTT. I LOVED HERRR”

bertholdt spam reported his account so he would stop bc the second hand embarrassment...my god...

jean loves drake and it’s everyone’s problem

the way mikasa figured out that she was bisexual was by kissing eren and annie, and then saying, “so it’s definitely not a problem with either gender, i think it’s just you guys” and that’s how two hearts were broken that day

annie and armin were each others beards but armin actually started to love annie and so she had to hit him with the “im glad you know youre pan, but im still a big fat lesbo. love u”

they broke up and then annie met hitch on a cruise, now theyre cute long distance gfs which is better for annie bc she doesnt like people hanging off of her

connie thinks he can breakdance. key word is “thinks”

sasha eats bits of everyone’s lunch

sasha also films tiktoks in the middle of class. her “we not hump1ng” dance with jean went viral and so that's how 900k people have seen jean miming sucking a shlong in the middle of honors calculus

armin is surprisingly good at dancing, he’s most definitely a quirked up white boy

mikasa has a candle collection

hitch runs the school confessional account

eren started to 'come out' as bisexual because jean found him on the r/lgbtq subreddit asking if they thought his feelings about a specific guy friend was bordering on romantic. jean ss’ed it and sent it to him, eren called him, and then jean became a god of a wingman

marco is catholic but like is super chill about it

ymir pulls over to take pictures of vultures for historia

historia and jean got high as motherfucking kites one night because they ate out of the wrong brownie pan at a party and the whole time they were just staring into each others eyes like “i love you. why dont we hang out more. you are so cool. we are divine love from the universe. we should be best best best friends.” they karaoke'd piano man together that night

ERWIN WAS A DRAG QUEEN IN HIS COLLEGE YEARS!!!!!

erwin and levi met when erwin visited prison for a psych thesis he had and they just hit it off. literally. levi thought erwin tried to insult him and then he tried to punch him (erwin was trying to ask him on a date to the commissary🤞)

mikasa and annie are autistic besties

connie is an ipad baby turned teenager

zeke is in a shitty garage band and pulled the “hope you guys like weezer” conversation, verbatim, with eren when eren was in sixth grade and he was an angsty sophomore

that was probably erens downfall tbh

one time there was a lice outbreak in their little group and armin and historia (bc theyre definitely siblings and their parents are erwin and levi) brought it home to levi. he rented a hazmat suit

also, everyone got it, INCLUDING LEVI, except for hangë because their hair is so dirty. levi switched to tea tree shampoo that day

hangë is the leader of the schools gsa

moblit used to be a church camp counselor before he realized he was queer and also an agnostic

eren and armin started dating because while they were smoking together, high off his ass, eren let it slip that he does...questionable things to Imaginary Armin during his alone time and wanted to make sure it was okay with him. armin, also high off his ass, replied that yes, it was, because he ALSO does that

historia has a crusty little white dog named bella thats her pride and joy and it fucking hates eren

reiner cries to tears for fears. slay

reiner also has an addiction to saying “you just got slayed”

bertholdt cries almost every time he gets #krissed

ymir knows this and purposefully sends him #kirssed videos

for one last #krissed hc, reiner was sobbing over his mental health issues at 2 am and decided to record a tiktok with the Space Song audio but then it turned to him being #krissed so he just started screaming (tiktok: )

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springgirlwaiting4fall · 2 years

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You Distracting Eddie Kingston During a Yankees Game

Eddie was a sports guy, if New York had a team he was routing for them. Football was the giants, hockey was the rangers, basketball was the nets, and his holy grail was the Yankees.

You however were not a sports fan. You didn’t mind going to a basketball or hockey game every once in a while because you were able to eat all the good treats at the stadiums. Plus Eddie looked so good in his Jersey and baseball hats.

On Sunday afternoon games Eddie and you hosted football get togethers. He supplied the drinks and you were able to try out different recipes. Than in the evening you two would snuggle up and eat the leftovers during your movie pick.

Baseball however was so boring. Not only were the games so long, there was so many games. Sometimes there were games a couple days in a row and Eddie watched them all.

By July you have had enough of the Yankees and with limited time with Eddie you didn’t want to waste another Monday afternoon with him yelling at the tv (no matter how hot it made you).

You let him watch the 1st couple of innings in peace, before getting antsy. At first you tried to distract him by giving him a shoulder rub and hoped that it could turn into a full body massage. Instead the yankee pitcher threw some terrible pitches and when Eddie stood up to yell that he was never going to watch this awful team again, he accidentally head butted your chin.

You went into the kitchen to get some ice. After icing your soon to be bruise and ego you finished the homemade Ice cream cups cakes you made just for Eddie. You brought them out to him and tried to be cute and feed him one. He shoved it in his mouth. With crumbs in his beard telling you “you’re the best sweetheart,” his eyes never leaving the tv.

The frustration was building up to you especially when you looked at the score and saw it was only the top of the 4th. You were going to have step up your game.

Walking into the bedroom you changed out of your regular lounge wear and put on the super cute cheeky boxer briefs yankee underwear Eddie had gotten you as a joke gift for his birthday. You than found one of his yankee jerseys on threw that on as well, before going back out to the living room.

You could feel his eyes on you as you purposely walked in front of the tv to get into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Eddie’s disdain in his voice made you paused. “Baby that’s a joley Rodriquez Jersey! We traded him to the Mets. You can’t wear that!”

He continued to go on about how you were possibly jinxing the whole season wearing that traders Jerseys as you walked back to the bedroom. You thew the Jersey across the room as soon as you got it off your body. Laying on the bed you took a couple minutes to collect yourself.

This time with your phone in hand you walked in front of the tv, in nothing but your yankee underwear. You grabbed the remote from the coffee table and clicked off the tv. Eddie looked up at you in shock, than his eyes darken when he finally noticed.

You used your phone to turn on the radio app that was calling the game. “Eddie Baby. I love you, but I am so over the Yankees today. So this is what’s going to happen. While you listen to the radio, I’m going to give you the best blow job you ever had. Than I’m going to take a long bath and when I get out. You are going to eat me out until I almost pass out. Next we’re going to fuck and have a late lunch. And not talk or watch the Yankees until you get home from Dynamite. Understand?”

Eddie had never seen you so assertive or bossy and he loved it, plus who could argue with a blow job while listening to his favorite team.

#aew #aew fanfiction #eddie kingston #eddie kingston fanfiction #mad king #our mad king #the mad king #yankees

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fair-dinkum-mechanic · 8 months

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I'm going to try and put this into words again but I always fail because it's so overwhelming and makes no sense to try and intellectualise such an innate feeling of dread that has been with me since I was a small child.

If anyone has an input on this (bc it's been a thing latent in my brain ever since I can remember) please dm me. I need to know what this is bc I believe it's where a significant chunk of my mental illness lies.

So ever since I was a young kid I NEVER felt I fit in. At first I thought I was just weird in general, but then I started to realise I didn't fit in with "masculine" things. I remember even was I was 2-6 years old adults commenting that I wasn't like the other boys, I was interested in reading and making my own little worlds and not running around or kicking a ball or anything like that. Now I know most queer men experience this in childhood, but what I mean extends further than that I feel. I truly felt like I was defective. Something was deeply, deeply wrong with me for not enjoying the things i was supposed to enjoy. From a VERY early age I was friends with girls. Some boys sure but I always thought the girls were nicer, cooler, something to aspire to. But I didn't grow out of that. I never saw myself as a "male" I just kinda... existed? But of course masculine things were FORCED on me every day and the anxiety I used to get going into school, or going home, or picking out clothes to wear, was terrifying. I remember being called a poof by my family in a joking way but I could see that deep down they were terrified that I was gay. It was not an acceptable thing to be in my family, it was explicitly stated by all members several times. But I never, ever related to anything masculine. I am spiritually estranged from my dad and my brother, where I can't even stand to speak to them because they were both so aggressively value and prioritise masculine views and ways. I would have "crushes" on girls but all that was, was me imagining cuddling with them or hugging them or going on cute dates and if I ever imagined it getting sexual, or even a kiss that was too passionate I was repulsed. So clearly, I was gay from a young age but didn't know it.

But now in my life, almost at 30, I still don't relate to masculinity. I don't know what's wrong with me. So many gay men, most of them I see actually, have been able to embrace it. Especially as someone who is older, and mostly a "top" there's a certain role I'm expected to fulfil, in order to be worthy of a relationship or anything like that. I did go to the gym every secondd day for a few years, and even then I wasn't lifting hard or monitoring my gains or doing ANYTHING like that because I can't think of anything worse, but that's what these men do. And on the other end of the spectrum, I'm not a feminine guy either. I'm put off by long nails and long hair on men (sexually, honestly do whatever you want with your body and slay), but like I don't find interest in makeup or fashion or any of those traditionally "feminine" things. Though I do see more merit in those than the opposite.

But I still have this internal view of what I need to be to be worthy of living in this world. I'm a man. I'm not trans, I've had that debate years ago in myself and found that out. But I'm not a man. But living as one there are certain things I need to be, certain ways I'm expected to behave, ways I'm supposed to look and things I'm supposed to want. Sure I may align with very few of them but I don't even HOLD myself like other men I see. I can't grow a beard like every other man I see. Like every man I see plastered over social media and commercials and in movies and in music. I actually hate and am deeply unsettled by masculinity. Deeply. But I feel like because I'm not that I'm destined to die alone, and I put that as a personal failure on my part. Maybe I'm not trying hard enough? Maybe I'm too weak? No self discipline? And I can't help but believe that this lack of masculinity in looks, in behaviour, in drive, is why other men are offput by me. Why I'm so disposable. Not in an incel way bc I don't blame anyone else in the end I blame myself. I don't have trouble hooking up, bc that's the most masculine thing about me. But I don't want that. I've done that. I want... peace. I want comfort. I want love and light and warmth and I want to feel like I'm worthy of that but I don't. I don't feel worthy of that. Because I'm wrong. There's something wrong with me. I'm broken and that's why I'm feeling so alone.

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asterkiss · 2 years

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Seconds after I posted my last drabble, I reworked it in my head and made it better:

Summary: Mabel meets a guy at the fair. Both catch the others eye for different reasons.

- COUNTDOWN

Mabel was twelve years old when she died.

But only for five minutes.

Brought back to life due to the wonders of modern medicine and brilliant doctors, the pre-teen was nursed back to health and came away with only a few scars to tell.

Oh, and also a super power.

Or, okay, “super power” might be a weird term but she had no idea what else to call it.

‘What are those numbers over your head?’

‘Numbers?’

The girl nodded, peering at her brother from the hospital bed having recently awoken following surgery. ‘You all have them, it’s weird.’

Her mother chuckled. ‘How big a dose did they give you, honey?’

‘I thought Dipper was the one about numbers,’ their father pointed out, smiling wryly.

Mabel continued to frown however, eyeing the ever changing digits hovering above their heads. They were long strings of numbers, constantly fluctuating up and down in a random manner she couldn’t place.

Weird.

The numbers didn’t go away, not even when she was no longer doped up on pain meds They tried to place it as a hallucination, they said it was a “trauma response” following the incident.

Even Dipper didn’t seem to believe her.

‘Mabel, it’s not that I don’t believe you,’ her twin said, as the pair walked down the street towards school. ‘I totally believe that you think what you’re seeing exists...’

She groaned.

‘...but it can’t. There’s no factual reasoning behind such a thing other than it being a visual hallucination. You said when you take your meds that the numbers disappear, right?’

‘Hmmm, well they don’t completely disappear,’ she retorted with a frown. ‘It’s more like they become blurry.’ She huffed. ‘I don’t like those pills, they make me feel sick and nauseous.’ That’s why most of the time she spat them down the toilet.

‘Yeah, that’s why most of the time you spit them down the toilet,’ Dipper drawled, causing her to flush.

He continued to go on about medical research he had read up on whilst she was in hospital, but Mabel found her gaze caught by a cute kid across the road skateboarding along. Her gaze followed him along the road until her attention landed on something more peculiar.

‘-Yowch!’

‘That’s why you’re meant to look where you’re walking,’ her brother sighed, shaking his head as she stepped away from the lamp post and rubbed her forehead.

‘I saw something.’

‘Yeah, the skateboarder hunk, gottit.’

‘No.’ A pause. ‘I mean, yes, at first, but that’s not...’ She turned around, gazing around until her eyes fell once again upon the older gentleman walking down the street. With salt and pepper hair and a combed beard, he was dressed in a form fitting suit and carrying a case as he hurried along.

‘What, him? I didn’t think he was your type.’

Mabel frowned. ‘The numbers above his head...’

‘What about them?’

‘There’s not a lot.’

Dipper paused, glancing aside at his sister as she spoke quietly. He regarded her subdued demeanour which was very much out of character for her, which ended up putting him on edge too. ‘What’s the number?’

Mabel found her attention glued to the man. The string of numbers above his head had abruptly changed when he turned onto the street.

‘Fifteen,’ she whispered. ‘No, fourteen... thirteen...’

Dipper’s eyes widened. They were counting down? She’d never mentioned that before. His gaze snapped back to the business man, feeling like he should do something but what?

‘Eight.’

The man stepped out onto the street.

‘Seven.’

A car swerved.

‘Six.’

Dipper’s heart lurched. ‘Watch out!!’

‘Fi...’ Mabel’s voice sputtered in her throat as the vehicle collided with the man, sending his poor frame sailing. His body twisted in the air, limbs breaking from the velocity of impact and Mabel’s blank eyes took in the single digits spinning with his head before he came down.

His body impacted upon the tarmac the same moment the counter struck zero.

Then the screams began.

As did her life of horror.

Dipper believed her after that.

‘What about me?’ he asked later that evening, the twins laid in their beds wide awake. Sleep wouldn’t come soon for either of them.

‘Hm?’

‘Above my head,’ he said softly. ‘What do they say? Are they small as well?’

‘No,’ she replied quickly with conviction. ‘You’re fine.’

‘How many...’ He trailed off, clearing his throat. ‘Nevermind, I don’t wanna know. Don’t tell me.’ A pause. ‘Or, I mean, you can tell me if they start getting low. Actually, wait, I don’t wanna know that, that would be awful.’

‘Hey,’ she glanced across at him through the darkness. ‘Make up your mind now.’ She wasn’t gonna have him pestering her like this for the rest of their life.

He groaned. ‘Urgh. Okay, I’ve decided.’ A pause, and he was still deliberating. ‘D... Don’t tell me. Ever.’

‘No?’

‘....No.’

‘Okay, deal,’ she said. Even if his counter got low, she wouldn’t tell him. That was a promise.

Over the years, she got very good at keeping her gaze eye-level. Most of the time she took her prescribed meds which blurred out the numbers and made it a non-issue but feeling like you were constantly going to be sick wasn’t a nice feeling so from time to time she skipped a dose or two. Mostly at big or special events where she wanted to enjoy herself a hundred percent.

Like the town fair.

The pair were visiting their Grunkles up north during a Summer in a tiny town called Gravity Falls when their local fair came to town. Of course the twins leapt at the chance to attend.

Mabel laughed in triumph as she took her prize, grinning ear to ear like a cat following her victory.

‘...You know mom and dad aren’t gonna let you keep him, right?’

She stuck her tongue out at him. ‘They will, who could say no to this cute face?’ She picked up the pig in her arms and shoved his face towards Dipper.

‘Ew, Mabel, gross, keep him away from me, he’s covered in mud!’

As she continuned to coo over the pig and affectionately named him Waddles, Dipper groaned and went off to try and impress the local redhead in some games. Eh, who needed him anyways?

With her new pet on a leash, Mabel stood and began walking. She should probably buy some food for this guy so he didn’t eat everything at home.

Walking with a pet pig wasn’t easy though, the little guy wanted to go in other directions. Mabel yelped when he jerked particularly hard one way and dragged her along until she slammed into somebody.

‘Oop, sorry, pig on a lead!’

The person she had bumped into pulled away, their grimace giving way to confusion at her statement. ‘What?’

Mabel raised her head and oooh, hello there. She had a decently nice looking guy before her. Waddles kept trying to pull but suddenly her grip was thrice fold as she stood grinning at a moderately attractive guy. ‘Hey there, name’s Mabel.’

He blinked at her. ‘And?’

‘Ha, you’re so funny!’ she gushed loudly, slapping him playfully on the bicep where her hand may have lingered slightly. Oopsie. And the boy was totalling frowning at her now.

She caught the briefiest glimpse above his head, and whilst years of practice would have made her keep her gaze level and avoid looking up this time she couldn’t help it.

After all, the simple fact was there were no numbers.

Not unless you counted the zero floating above him.

...And yet he continuned to stand before her, looking annoyed.

But that was impossible.

The giddy smile on her face evaporated, instantly replaced with a look of anxiety. But it didn’t matter how many times she blinked, the numbers didn’t lie.

Mabel suddenly wished Dipper was here.

Until this moment, the guy had seemed keen to get away but upon witnessing the immediate change in her expression he paused, his behaviour also altering in tandem to hers.

‘Oi, what’s wrong?’

‘Ah? Oh, nothing, nothing at all,’ she blurted, backing away with a nervous laugh as she yanked Waddles along with her.

The guy frowned, looking suspicious as he stepped after her. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Like what? I’m not looking like anything, this is just my face! Hah hah, I gotta go, my brother needs me!’

She turned and ran before he could say anything further. Instead of searching for her brother she instead ran all the way to her Grunkles shack, heart accelerating inside her chest.

Zero.

It had been zero.

There were no numbers.

How was he still standing? How was he still talking? Still breathing? It didn’t make sense!

‘Urgh, I feel sick,’ she groaned, dropping onto her bed. So much for not taking her meds.

‘Oi Mabel, why the fuck is there a pig eating my newspaper!?’

‘Language, Stanley!’

‘He also ate your research papers.’

‘What!?’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yep.’

‘Positive?’

‘Yes.’

‘You’re sure it wasn’t like the light, or something in your eye?’

‘I know what I saw, Dipper,’ she scowled at him. ‘You were too busy flirting with Wendy so don’t argue about what I saw.’

Her brother flushed at that. ‘I wasn’t flirting...’

‘And they say I’m bad at lying.’

Dipper sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed. ‘Maybe he died for a bit, and was brought back?’

‘Then why do I have numbers?’ Mabel asked, arching an eyebrow. She had looked in the mirror first thing she noticed her pecuilar power, and indeed she had a (thankfully) long string of numbers as well.

‘Hm.’ Dipper held his chin, deep in thought. ‘It’s a shame we can’t ask Grunkle Ford, he’d be good at this.’ He glanced up, meeting her gaze meaningully. Mabel grimaced, averting her gaze as she fidgeted. She didn’t want to tell anyone. They’d tried it as kids and everytime she got told she was crazy and forced to have more pills. She didn’t like it. She liked their Grunkles, and they seemed to like her - she didn’t want to ruin that.

Her twin sighed, and when she glanced back he was leaning back. ‘Alright, just a thought. We can handle it ourselves then. I mean, who knows, maybe it was just a glitch or something.’

‘A glitch?’

‘Like a computer error. You know. Computers have binary codes which are also strings of numbers. If something goes wrong then you get an error message.’

Mabel scowled. ‘I’m not a computer, Dipper.’

‘All humans are, we’re just slabs of meat being told what to do by a computer in our heads.’

Aaaand there he went off, spouting stuff he’d read online. Mabel rolled her eyes, before glancing briefly at the numbers above his head. Just a quick look. Just every so often. Just to reassure herself he wasn’t going anywhere.

....Hm?

Her smile wavered slightly. Were those numbers a lot less than yesterday or was she imagining things?

Her hands clenched in her lap, heart squeezing anxiously.

There was that sick feeling again.

A pair of glowing eyes peered through the darkness, regarding the Shack in the woods. The young man’s gaze focused on the window high above, watching the shadows cast by a pair from within.

His eyes narrowed, lips twisting.

Eventually the man with no numbers above him turned and melted into the night.

Meanwhile, Mabel’s heart sputtered as she watched the numbers above her twin brother leap abruptly down, several digits falling off into nothing.

This time, she really did throw up.

Mabel got to see Dipper’s time go from something like “2,522,880,000″ to “2,419,200″ in a second. Oof.

#drabble #mabill

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