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titleknown · 11 months
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So, while we're all trying to fight one of the other terrible "think of the children" bills trying to ram its way through Congress, KOSA, we should also be talking about The EARN IT Act.
Long story short, it's basically yet another surveilance bill using a "protect the children" bill, as a hideous meat-suit, putting restrictions on sites that'll make them even more vicious towards NSFW content, creating a climate where using a VPN might be a crime, and they'll be creating a federal committee to decide how best to spy on us!
Long story long, well, the Linktree is right here.
Beyond the stuff in the Linktree, I urge you to directly contact your congresspeoples and tell them to kill this bill, especially if they're on the Judiciary Committee, which is currently marking up this bill.
The members of the committee are:
Dick Durbin, Illinois, Chairman
Dianne Feinstein, California
Sheldon Whitehouse, Rhode Island
Amy Klobuchar, Minnesota
Chris Coons, Delaware
Richard Blumenthal, Connecticut
Mazie Hirono, Hawaii
Cory Booker, New Jersey
Alex Padilla, California
Jon Ossoff, Georgia
Peter Welch, Vermont
Lindsey Graham, South Carolina, Ranking Member (Ugh)
Chuck Grassley, Iowa
John Cornyn, Texas
Mike Lee, Utah
Ted Cruz, Texas (Double-ugh)
Josh Hawley, Missouri
Tom Cotton, Arkansas
John Kennedy, Louisiana
Thom Tillis, North Carolina
Marsha Blackburn, Tennessee (she cosponsored the bill, so probably not)
So yeah, do what you can, even if it's just boosting this terrible, terrible danger we need to thwart.
And, I will add, as with my previous KOSA poster, this poster is officially, for the sake of spreading it, under a CC0 license.
Feel free to spread it, remix it, add links to the bottom, edit it to be about the other bad internet bills they’re pushing, use it as a meme format, do what you will but for gods’ sake get the word out!
...And yes, for the record I was thinking of the Judas Priest song when I came up with the tagline for this one.
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fanfrelon · 3 months
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Massimo Pogio & Thyago Alves in Il Compleanno
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reality-detective · 2 months
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You're being spied on by Apple Mini EYE 👁 ("eye-phone") from iPhone 🤔
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supercap2319 · 6 months
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"I can't believe you're making me do this." Y/N squeaked. He was red from head to toe with embarrassment as he tried to muster up a heated stare at Ikaris, whose icy cold one quickly froze him out.
Ikaris had his arms around his broad chest and his muscles flexed as he raised an eyebrow. "You asked me to train you. No questions asked, and that I had free control over the training." Y/N came to him asking for Ikaris to teach him his Eternal secrets on how to fight. Ikaris agreed, and had Y/N strip naked right in front of him.
"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd have me get naked for you in the place you called the 'living room'. What if someone walks in? They'll see me in all my naked glory. This is like those fanfictions on archive of our own, where the writer gets off on humiliating the main male character in embarrassing and degrading situations like this one. All I'm missing is the hypnosis gangbang and the urge to jack off in public." Y/N said, covering his cock with his hands. "I'm sure there's cameras somewhere to capture all this embarrassing moment."
Ikaris blinked. Not sure how to respond to that one. "You've been reading too many of those stories, Y/N. No one's here but us. Now, take those hands off your crotch and let's go."
Y/N blushed and nodded as he took his hands off his dick and got ready for Ikaris's brutal training methods. "Good." Ikaris smirks. If only Y/N had realized how right he was. There were cameras in here and right now the other male Eternals were watching this act of voyeurism and forced nudity in high definition.
"You really think the boss can convince Y/N to let him fuck him?" Kingo asked.
"I hope so." Gilgamesh answered. "Ikaris has exactly 20 minutes before the girls return to the ship."
Druig smirks. "I love the cosmic cock ring you made for Ikaris, Phastos. Who knew you and Ben were such experts on kinky stuff."
"Shut up, Druig." Phasmatos said.
They watched as Ikaris seduced the young Avenger in a submissive bottom boy.
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y0ur-maj3sty · 7 months
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...and don't forget THEY're also quickly moving towards a cashless society 💡
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screwusernames27 · 10 months
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It 3AM and I drew a content Yams and then gave him some shade 🤪🥰
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curvykittyyssmutfics · 4 months
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Since its loki we are talking here, can we have loki lusting for his half sister, reader who is the goddess of lust and love. He does magic on her so he could do on her
Courtyard Shenanigans
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Damn what a gorgeous evening tonight turned out to be. Its just what the fuck I need after the most grueling day of coming second to Thor in everything. Plus there's nothing more peaceful then enjoying the beauty of Asgard as the day settles out. Dusk makes the orange stained sky unsually gorgeous, infused with dusty pink clouds that cast the prettiest of shadows over the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. The crisp clear breeze seems fresher than any air I've experienced on any planet.
But trying to enjoy the phenomal view, as I step out into the courtyard, is short lived. Sus muffled grunts sound off from a few feet away, seemingly near the statue my worrysome mother insisted be created in my image. What or who the hell is that moaning in terrible pain?
Crouching low, I creep along the edge of the full shrubbery leading in that direction. I can't help my eyes transforming into saucers as I peek through the multi-colored rose bushes. Utter disbelief smacks me like a speeding freight train at the scene unfolding right before my eyes: my slutty half sister riding the fuck outta one of my guards face.
The lucky bastard is horizontal on the cemented circular bench that surrounds my stone doppelganger. His hand is flying at the speed of light on the pathetic member that sticks out through the guard uniform as you grind your clearly soakin wet pussy on his mouth; transparent rivelts drip from your oozing center down his chin to his neck. I'm not shocked that his lips are so damn red and raw from your treatment but from the way he moans into your core and fucks his fist is a clear indication of satisfaction. Piercing moans of approval get louder before you begin to speak out loud.
"Fuck, riiiiight there! Come on, cause you-ah!- finished allova yourselfself twice but haven't made me cum once. Haaaah, fuuuuu- mmm.. Shame on you soldier, maybe you need a little incentive."
I watch intently as you throw your head back on a moan with closed eyes and roll your neck counterclockwise. I rather soak you in your every move, purposely ignoring the wad of cum pooled around his balls. Your freshly done braids swing widly; cute, jet black nails grip his shoulder tight in your pleasure. The breeze gets stronger for a moment, swirling around the two of you in a glittery sheer sky blue mist before dissipating within seconds. When your lids reopen, eyes matchin the color of the sky, you stare upwards with an open mouth. The man beneath you seems to go insane, licking and sucking at your hungry little cunt like a starved man in the woods.
"Gods yes, so much better. Good boy, jus needed a little push huh? Thats it, aaaaah, lemmeuseyouuuuu!"
Fuck, your skin is radiate, glistens with perspiration from all your hard work. The humping of your hips makes your perfect soft flesh jiggle erratically. How I'd be perfectly happy to die right at this moment without making my way to Valhalla if it meant trading places with that insignificant bug. He has no idea how lucky he is to have the gift of YOU sliding what's gotta to be the the universe's most perfect pussy on his undeserving mouth.
The shocking incredulity surging through me at the scene seems very understandable, the raging boner however makes me pause. It's not the first one the little vixen has caused me but the guilt that comes with lustin after you is gut wrenchin.
Probably doesn't help that you appear to have strict orders to never come near asgardian clothing. Your fuckin itty bitty knitted baby blue top and salmon tinted scrap of cloth wrapped around your waist like a snug skirt damn nearhad me drooling. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Shouldn't be hard to guess why I'm relentlessly having to secretly grip my dick at the base almost every time I'm in your fuckin presence. I live in a life of hopelessly attempting to not nut in my royal robes because of you.
Damn, it's impossible not to witness how this plays out since I've yearned to be in the place of this unworthy fucker for years.. How I desperately wish it was my mouth you dragged your quivering quim allover like that. I'm entranced at the way you grip his medium length blonde locks and drag across his face even faster as you degrade him.
"Gonnacuuuuum! Oh God, finally! No thanks to youuuu, had to u-use my gifts jus to get the pleasure I yearn. Yeeeeees, stay right there! Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuk!"
My hands flies to grip my clothed dick firmly, this time to aid the nut trying to spray outta me instead of stifling it. It only takes a couple squeezes, along with the image of you leaning forward as the scum sucks your little clit vigorously; the flutter of your vacate gummy walls paralyzing me as my cream sprays 5 abundant globs into my mother's rose bushes. I thank the gods for your booming whine that helps to covers my perverted groan.
Your hips swivel a few more times before you drop her head back down and gracefully slip off his face. Taking a few steps back, you watch my soon to be fired guard gasp for breath; his hazel eyes are unseeing and dazed as fuck. So memorized by her orgasm, I'm estatic to notice I missed the small peckered fucker cum for a third time. It seems my little sister has also noticed, the way narrowed eyes trail to his dick and your cute little nose wrinkles in disgust.
"Leave us." She demands to him curtly before looking right into my soul through the thick bush.
As confused as he seems to be, head ducking left to right quizzically, the guard scrambles away as he hastily tucks his dick away. It would almost be funny if it werent for the sinking feeling in my gut. Nothing else to do except sheathe my still hard cock and reveal myself, I stand awkwardly and watch you fix your clothing to hide your drippy little slit.
"Come, brother." Y/n demands, finger crooked at me.
You step one leg over the bench and sit with it between your smooth chocolate thighs. Back straight with your nose in the air, you sit like a queen where that coward laid just a moment before. I walk over on stiff legs and do the same a few inches away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The smell of your pussy lingering in the air entices my rock hard dick that taps impatiently underneath my clothing. Your stare on the side of my face almost burns but my guilt keeps me focused on the ground as you speak confidently.
"Why do you spy on me in my most private of moments, Loki? You must know it isn't proper of a brother to watch his sister do such things."
I swallowly visibly before answering.
"I'm- I'm sorry. It was not my intention. I came for air after a long day and heard noises of which I assumed were pain. Well, I thought.." I trail off uncomfortably.
"But you did not leave once you realized." You counter back.
My mouth open and closes as I fumble my response, cheeks feeling like they've been god damn torched.
"Well you- you knew of my presence and still concluded such distasteful acts, out in the open may I add." I shoot back, finally looking into your pretty, dark, almond shaped eyes.
"You didn't seem to mind as you stroked your fat cock to completion while starin in between my legs."
That stumps me as I sit gazing at your beautiful frame, mouth slightly agape. But you only giggle at me as you stand and prepare to exit the courtyard.
"Next time be more inconspicuous; my father wouldn't like to see you do such things. In fact I think mother would be amused even less." She teases me and turns to leave.
A snap of my fingers brings my statue to life. The stone scrapes loudly as it moves and grabs each of your wrists, locking them in place into the air. The way you stand there helpless and shocked does soothe my ego a bit, I can readily admit.
"You blame me as if you weren't gyrating allover that man's face like a common whore. Yes I lust after you, dear sister. But I know you do for me as well. Yet you charade around the castle flamboyantly, refusing to wear our royal attire. Instead insisting on donning tiny earthly garments and then bending in front of me every chance you get. You want me y/n and I'm sick of you pretending you fuckin don't." I say leaning in close, lips just half an inch from your own.
Already a bit agreeable, I sense how much our close proximity affects your state of mind. As tense as your flawless frame is, your gorgeous eyes shut and you lean in to try to kiss me. Before you can I raise my right hand, swiftly drawing a circle in the air with the tip of my finger, watching as glittery emerald green smoke forms a thin circle. I gently blow it into your face and you unknowingly inhale as I press my lips to yours lightly for a few seconds before pulling back. You try to follow, lips pouting as I deny your request.
"Lokiiiii. Kiss meeeeee." You whine, arms pulling at the stone hold on your wrists.
"Hmmm.." I pretend to think dramatically. "Beg me, sweetheart."
Your response is instantaneous.
"Please, big brother, pleeeeease! I want you, no NEED you so bad. Can I have your lips? No wait!Your cock? Pretty please? Promised to always take care of me right? Need you to take care of me now, Lokiiiii."
"Ok, Ok y/n. I'll give you what you want, but only if you answer a question. If you lie, you don't get my cock. Understand?"
"Yeeeees big brother." You slur back at me, lookin a bit dazed from my little homemade concoction.
"How many of my personal guard have you fucked?"
"Just the one you seen me with today. It was awful: he came with a quickness I couldn't have imagined. He's the only man I've ever been with." You answer honestly.
"Glad to hear I needn't murder my entire guard then. Alrighty, honey sit up a bit."
You do as I ask and I slide underneath your restrained body, taking out my leaking dick. I wiggle the shaft back and forth, smacking it against your plump soft brown ass cheeks. Fuck, your moans are like music to my ears and I curse myself inwardly as a feel a tautness in my groin from the way you frantically hump back at me.
"Please Loki, you promised me. One question and I answered. Gimme my dick. I've earned it, have I not big brother?"
That filthy fuckin mouth spurs me to lift you by your hips and rapidly poke my fat cock tip into your snug little hole. (Although he should fear my wrath, I am suddenly semi grateful for the foreplay my guard provided for how fuckin drenched you are now.) It feels so fuckin good.
The way you squeal and tremble has me mandhandling you with a tight grip, keepin you in place as I dig into the tightest pussy I've ever felt. It's so warm, so wet, just the most perfect little slit to ease into. I can't cease the breathless way I repeatedly grunt your name into the air of the courtyard loudly.
The tense sensation bubbling in my balls and pelvis quadruple and its my turn to whimper loudly. It's barbaric the way I fuck into you for the first time, carelessly crying my pleasure into the wind. Your wails are even more unhinged and it's a miracle that nobody has come by to see who's out here groaning like a wounded animal.
"Haaaaaah! OhmygodsLoki! Ohgodsohgods, so very good big brother! Just like my dreeeeams- aaaaahhhfuu-Loki!!!"
You've hit feral and I've only just got in all the way. Our chests heave simultaneously as I reach up to flick your little top out the way, watchin your breast flop out and shake uncontrollably at your attempts to fuck onto my cock. If not for my hold on your hips you'd most definitely would be successful in milking me within seconds. It shouldn't be this hard not to breed you but it's taking all my will power not to creampie my little sisters pussy.
"Y/n s-stop it, lemme-FUCK! Darling, please just lemme handle it. C-can't hold back if you don't keep still. Haaah, ohgods! Please sweetheart!"
The swiveling of your hips is gonna be my demise. All I can do is match your frenzied pace, pulling out only half way before slamming in each time. I know I'm giving my princess what she deserves as continuous praises for me spill over your plump lips.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyoubigbrother! Your cocks the best! I'm yours Loki, only your yours tohavetoholdtofuck! Ohgods! You'resofuckinamazing!"
The whiny dirty words, plus the way your soaking wet pussy puts my spasming dick inna chokehold makes me lose all concentration. The stone statue releases its grip on you and falls back into place as if it never moved and inch.
Your quick to lean forward on my chest, one hand slipping down to rub at your sticky little clit as your hips never miss a beat in their delicious torture. Its almost pathetic when you cum on the first stroke of that throbbing button, except im grateful because there was no way I could hold out for much longer.
"I'mcummingLoki! Yesyesyes, cumming on your cock big brother! Feelssogood! Ah ah ah! Mmm yeeeees Loooki!"
Warmth spreads throughout me as you put your pretty face in my neck and fuck the shit outta me. Fuck the tables have turned, high pitched moans flowing from me as I stare into the sky blankly as you force me to creampie your tiny little cunt. I'm gasping through my groans as I try to breath through this intense fucking orgasm.
"Y/n haaaah oh Gods, y/n! Suchabrat for thiiisss. Gonna make you pay little girl. Ohfuuuuck, big brothers gonna get you back.."
Gush after thick gush pours into you as my arms drop limply to the ground. My hips quiver and I can't control the small humps they give as I fuck my heavy load into you. I don't notice how the last of the sunlight slips behind the castle, dimming the courtyard. It's hard to observe anything other than my cock becoming overstimulated from cumming twice so powerfully within just a few minutes.
"Ah, ah, ah y/n! Waaaaait darling, gimmeasecondplease! 's too fuckin good, haaaah! Please pretty girl, need a moment." I beg unashamed, head thrashing from left to right.
Thankfully your hips circle to a slow halt, but you dont immediately release me as you did the guard. I can admit I am less than pleased at the way you sit up and look down at me sinisterly while I suck in air desperately.
"No fair big brother, you used your powers on me.." You say in-between heaving breaths as I look at you in shock. I had no idea you knew..
Your hypnotizing eyes swirl with that tantalizing sunset color as the shimmering blue mist appears again but this time surrounding the two of us thickly.
"Now I wanna use mine on you."
OH. FUCK.
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billyengland · 17 days
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EVERYTHING IN THIS PHOTO, IS NOW IN YOUR POCKET.
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kur0m1sblog · 1 year
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Bubble Baths.
Pitch Black X Fem! Love/Cupid! Guardian! Reader
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SUMMARY: Y/N and Pitch are soulmates, according to Y/N. Since she is after all the guardian of love and beauty, A.K.A Cupid. She knows who’s soulmates and not, they were in her little lair and after having some “fun”, Pitch decides to give her a nice bubble bath and treat her like the beautiful guardian she is. Without knowing, the other guardians went to visit you and instead spied on you and Pitch. Seeing how desperate he is for you and how much he loves and worships you.
WARNINGS: The guardians spying on you and Pitch, implied smut I guess? That’s all I guess! 💋
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“Uhhh! P-pitch I-I’m gonna!” You cry out loudly as pitch presses soft kisses to you’re cheek.
“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, and that was it for you. That was also the end for Pitch as he started to let out ribbons of his seed into you, moaning your pretty little name.
You and Pitch take a few deep breathes as he pulls out of you, his semen spewing out of your pretty hole. “Oh god Pitch, I love you so much.” You manage to get out as Pitch picks you up over his shoulder, and lays you onto the satin pillows that are still neatly laying against your bed frame. He lays you down, after making sure your comfortable he speaks up.
“You know my beloved?” Pitch starts. “I’m surprised you do. Y’know being the Guardian of Love and Beauty..? And me of course being the boogeyman.” You blink at the words he’s saying, he’s surprised you love him..? You turn your back around to face him on the other side of your bed. “When we first met, goodness I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you..Or bring myself to even lay a finger on you. You were perfect, not just you’re looks or anything, but when we first started to actually know each other. I started longing for you,” He says looking deep into your eyes and suddenly holds your hands in his. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, but I’m still so shocked that you love me, even when you’re not supposed to. You disobeyed their rules just for me..” He says. “And I will never forgot that my darling, I love you too. Much more than you.” He purrs into your eyes as he sits up then suddenly starts tickling you.
He enjoys hearing you giggle, it’s brings him so much joy. “Okay! Baby, stop tickling me! Ahh!” You scream laughing trying to get his long fingers off of your ticklish spots.
He stops ticking you for a second and picks up by your thighs, “Let me show you how much I love you by treating you like the beautiful guardian you are darling”. Pitch says as you wrap your legs around his thin waist, and proceed to kiss him on the cheek.
He takes you to you’re bathroom decorated beautifully in hearts and colors that match you perfectly, and starts a bubble bath for you. L
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“I think we should maybe talk to Y/N again and apologize.” Toothiana speaks up.
“Why should we? She’s disobeyed us by listening to what she thinks is right and getting together with that good for nothing piece of-“ Bunnymund tries to finish but North cuts him off.
“Don’t finish that, look maybe Y/N has disobeyed us but don’t you think what they have is true love?” North asks looking at the rest of the guardians. Sandy nods rapidly, creating a silhouette of you and Pitch kissing each other and holding each other close.
“Look why don’t we go visit Y/N and talk with her about it and we’ll all be happy again!” Tooth says blissfully.
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“Okay we are here now, do you guys think she’s here?” Tooth asks.
“I know for a fact she is, whenever she here she has that waterfall of her’s running.” North says pointing to a waterfall on the side of your ‘lair’ glimmering in the light.
“Okay, okay, whatever let’s go in now.” Jack presumes, as he pushes open the heart shaped door to your ‘lair’.
“Y’know this is different from what it used to be..” Bunnymund says, somewhat hesitant to go farther into your ‘lair’.
“Oh calm down Bunny! It’s not big deal!” Tooth says flying around your ‘lair’ looking at tiny trinkets of yours.
“Guys is it me or do you feel like Pitch is here..?” Jack asks, looking around deliberately.
“Of course he is going to be here Jack, I mean cmon’ those two are dating!” North says patting Jack harshly on his back.
“I’m gonna go look in her bedroom to see if she’s there guys!” Toothiana says flying away quickly. “You guys go look around somewhere else, okay?!” Tooth shouts as she flys off.
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Pitch places you into the bubble bath, and lights a few candles and brings in a bottle of champagne with two glasses. “Ooh a little fancy for a bubble bath don’t you think baby?” You say teasing him slightly.
“Only the best for my girl.” Pitch says pouring the bubbly alcohol into the glasses. “Cheers, sweetheart.” Pitch coos as you both tap your glasses together and drink away.
“Now lay down in the bath my love and let me take care of you.” Pitch says as he now enters the bath with you and sits behind you. He grabs your shampoo, and pours it in one of his hands. Then placing down the bottle and rubbing the liquid in between his palms. Now rubbing it into your hair, massaging your pretty hair and scalp. Making you grow relaxed.
“Y’know you take the best care of me right, Pitch?” You say looking up at him tiredly, and pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“Of course I do, who wouldn’t want to treat a beautiful woman like a goddess?” Pitch says making you smile up at him.
“God your so sweet.” You say as Pitch lowers your hair into the water, getting rid of the excess shampoo in your locks. “As sweet as candy.” You speak.
He then proceeds to condition your hair and do the same process again. Once he’s done he moves onto washing your body. He pours you’re favorite body wash on your heart shaped loofa, and rubs it against your soft skin everywhere. He gets on the other side of the tub, and lifts your calve up and starts scrubbing away admiring your beauty. As he is done, you notice he didn’t even wash and clean himself this whole time. He washed you up. “My love?”
He hums yes, “Why didn’t you clean yourself?” You ask, raising an Eyebrow.
“Well because I just wanted to take care of you silly, I always do. And you come first before me sweetie.” He says wiping the bubbles off of you’re cheek and kissing it. “I’ll take a shower in a bit when you’re all cozied up.” He says lifting you out of your bath, and wrapping a towel around your figure. He then proceeds to put lotion on you, and brush your hair. Doing the normal self-care things.
“Pitch?”
“Yes darling.”
“You know I love you..right?” You speak looking up at him as he places you into you’re bed.
“Of course I do.” He says placing a kiss on the top of your forehead. “Now rest while I go take a quick shower, okay.?”
“Okay, I love you.” You speak, feeling your heart drop and blush as he stares at you the same way.
“I love you too sweetheart .”
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As Tooth enters the room, she doesn’t hear the bath running. But she did hear Y/n and Pitch having a conversation.
“Guys I found her but she’s talking to Pitch I think.” She says awkwardly.
“Well that’s fine, because we need to talk to her urgently.” North say walking to your room looking for you, the rest following his lead.
“Wow, since when did Y/n smoke..?” Bunnymund says holding up a box of ‘Eve Lights’ and looking at her glass flower cigarette tray.
“Hey atleast the girl knows those are the fancy ones.” North says chuckling.
They walk around her bedroom looking at her stuff until they stumble across the bathroom, hearing giggling.
“Maybe we shouldn’t go in there, maybe Y/n’s bathing..?” Bunnymund says as his cheeks flush.
“Oh cmon’ Bunnymund, it’s not everyday you get to see a hot chick y’know naked?” Jack says hitting his arm playfully.
“Cmon’ don’t talk about Y/n like that guys.” North says sternly as he walks into the bathroom.
The rest follow in, and they all see a sight they’d never thought they would. They spot Pitch washing Y/n’s silky hair, “God you know I spoil you like a princess right, my love?” Pitch says pecking her cheek.
“Wow, this is this some cheesy romance.” Bunnymund says faking a gag.
“Yes it is, oh em her! They are soooo cute!” Toothiana says squealing in a tiny whisper. Her wings start fluttering.
“Oh gosh this is so gooey, hey you know we can use this as blackmail~” Jack says giggling slyly.
“No we aren’t those type of guardian, Jack.” North speaks.
Sandy smiles making tiny sand images of them in the bath, Pitch blowing away the bubbles in her hair, and laughing.
“I never knew Pitch had this side to him,” North says somewhat puzzled. “Well know we know that he does” Jack says rolling his eyes.
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Sorry if this wasn’t the best, but it was the second story i’ve made! Thanks for reading babes! 💋🫶🏽
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aeshnacyanea2000 · 1 month
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‘But . . . spies? I thought we were chums with the Low King!’ ‘Of course we are,’ said Vetinari. ‘And the more we know about each other, the friendlier we shall remain. We’d hardly bother to spy on our enemies. What would be the point?’
-- Terry Pratchett - Thud!
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eaglyn · 6 months
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Heart or Brain? | Wriothesley x reader
This is sort of a trailer of mine for an AO3 project that I've been working on, albeit I haven't published any chapters yet. Not proofread :)
You were an average girl in Fontaine, living an average life with your family, or at least that's what it looked like on surface level.
What you really were was a member of the House of the Hearth, working as an informant, detective, intelligence manager, you name it. The point is, that you were in a high position and an invaluable member, sitting right by The Knave's side during every meeting.
When you ended up in the Fortress of Meropide, it was also for the sake of an investigation regarding some of its inner workings, and the easiest way to do that was faking a fraud case through your day job, which was a logistics manager at a big Fontainian manufacture company.
Queue fake crying at the trial because of made up reasons that your nonexistent sister living in Mondstadt needed medical attention and had no money for it. Through this, your public image remained almost completely intact as the sweet girl who would help everyone in Fontaine if they ever needed assistance. But more importantly, you were in the prison, serving a three year sentence, which would give you more than enough time to play the slow game and gather as much intel as possible without becoming suspicious.
As a fellow inmate, you became sort of a mentor to fresh inmates, teaching them the know-how about the place, and telling them what and what not to do. You got the reputation of the nice, reliable girl who's totally eager to pull you out of trouble or help you get special perks if you know how to ask her nicely.
But there was one thorn in your side, namely the Duke, Wriothesley. As what you were, a normal inmate, it didn't matter how high of a regard you were held in by others, you had no way of getting close to him and getting your hand on the knowledge that he possessed.
You expressed these concerns to The Knave in a letter, who suggested infiltrating Wriothesley's inner circle through Sigewinne, the melusine girl who worked as the head nurse of the infirmary. As such, you would eagerly ask Sigewinne about any and all questions regarding medicine and healing, meanwhile you learned how to use your Hydro vision to heal wounds and such things.
Sure, it took about six months of your sentence, but you became highly trusted by Sigewinne and 'doctor' also got added to your excessively long list of entries in your job description. From now, it didn't take long before you were actually attending tea parties with Sigewinne and Wriothesley, who was most likely none the wiser about your machinations, as you managed to build a perfect stack of cards for yourself that all played in the favor of your mission and helped you evade suspicion with every move you made.
Tea time with Wriothesley became a common occurrence even when Sigewinne wasn't around, and slowly but surely you managed to get more and more information about him, his past, the fortress, and anything for that matter. In order to keep your friendship with him genuine, you also told him things about your life, albeit from before joining the House of the Hearth, as well as your previous day job as a logistics manager, and pretty much presented him the same persona that you portrayed during the trial, the kindhearted, selfless girl who would risk her life and freedom for those who she cared about.
You truly became his closest confidant when he finally introduced you to his secret project, the ship that he had been constructing under the prison, as well as the strange door that separated Fontaine from disaster.
He arranged for you to work full time as a healer who would treat injuries with her hydro vision, while in your free time, you helped out with your project, and you'd notice that he'd always go out of his way to do things from you, from making sure that you'd eat the best food at the cafeteria to giving you exquisite teas and pastries imported from the surface.
He'd look into your eyes so genuinely that it almost made you cry, knowing that you were nothing more than an undercover spy, a con artist and a fraud. But in terms of the mission, it would be the cherry on top if you managed to get him to fall in love with you, regardless of how bad you felt about it.
Besides, you wouldn't mind having to act like you were madly in love with him, after all he was a smart, strong and incredibly handsome man, and there was something about the way he spoiled you with amazing teas and treats, and the way he would hug you goodbye, or put his arm around your waist when you were together in private that made you question how much longer you could keep everything professional on your end.
When the day arrived that he took your chin in his hand and kissed you softly, you didn't even think of resisting. You kissed him back as if it was your last minute alive, enjoying the way you could still taste the tea in his mouth as he continued stealing your breath.
Being with him felt so genuine and real that whenever he kissed you, you completely forgot about being a liar and a fraud, only to remember it as soon as you looked into his eyes after pulling away.
It wouldn't hurt the mission if you just enjoyed a little bit of spice every now and then, right?
You were utterly torn between two worlds. On one hand, it was your entire life's mission to help prevent the prophecy from coming true and contribute as much to the Fatui as possible, but on the other hand, you had actually developed feelings for Wriothesley, and it was only the matter of days before you could say that you're completely in love with him. Telling 'Father' might damage your reliability and reputation as a Fatuus, while telling Wriothesley would completely ruin your relationship with him. After all, it may have started as you schemes of getting information for the operation, but your feelings for him were real, and you've never felt this way about anyone before.
You'd soon have to choose, but you really didn't want to. Should you let your heart or your brain dictate?
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"Newly unsealed court papers allege that Manuel Rocha engaged in “clandestine activity” on Cuba’s behalf since at least 1981, including by meeting with Cuban intelligence operatives and providing false information to U.S. government officials about his travels and contacts."
"In several meetings with an undercover FBI employee posing as a member of Cuban intelligence, Rocha repeatedly referred to the US as “the enemy” and praised Cuban revolutionary and politician Fidel Castro, according to court documents."
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Can you believe Lucy Chen went from spying on Tim Bradford’s date to DATING TIM BRADFORD in the span of only 3 seasons cause I (almost) can’t like WOW WHAT A GLO UP
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reality-detective · 16 days
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Is big brother riding shotgun in your car? 🤔
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How do you ponder the orb?
I don't have an orb. I just know what everyone's doing by the bugs I've put in their house
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Hold My Hand
Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader
Word Count: 1729
TW: Fluff, Kissing, Spying, Some Slight Descriptions of Reader's Hair
Note: This is a song fic (sort of) for Lady Gaga's "Hold My Hand"
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Damn it! Rooster had made it all the way back to base before he realized he had forgotten his favorite pair of aviators back in the bar. Normally, he would have waited until the next day to try going back, but there was an early morning training session and he really wanted to use them. The sun cresting over the desert could be killer on his eyes otherwise.
As he approached The Hard Deck, he breathed a small sigh of relief to see a few lights were still on inside. He had half expected the bar to be completely empty for the night considering he had been ushered out along with the rest of his squadron after last call. But as he tried the front door, he was pleasantly surprised to find it still unlocked. Though it was darker than usual, and all the chairs were currently stacked on top of the tables. Music still softly filtered through the room and as Rooster looked around, he noticed you standing with your back to him by the jukebox with a rag in one hand and a broom leaning on the tables nearby.
You had taken your hair down from the tight ponytail you always wore it in, and you had removed your shoes and apron. For some reason, it felt so intimate seeing you this way. While working, you were always so professional and poised but now, he was literally seeing you let your hair down. And he liked it.
From the first day he had walked into The Hard Deck, you had caught his eye. Aloof and a bit reserved, you did not seem like a typical bartender. Yet, as he slowly got to know you and you opened up a little, he found out you also had a sarcastically witty side as well as a remarkably kind side. Both of which you demonstrated when you put Hangman in his place after he was picking on Bob. And Rooster had a feeling there was even more to you that you kept hidden away. More that he had longed to discover.
The music faded as the song ended and just as he was about to clear his throat and say something, the next song started. He instantly recognized it as one of the newer songs that had been all over the radio the last month or so, one of the ones that would play so constantly it was almost impossible not to learn the words just by osmosis. He was completely fed up with hearing it. However, he remembered you mentioning that you loved it.
So, it wasn’t a surprise when he saw you turn up the volume on the machine, the song quickly filling the silent space. But what was a surprise was what you did as the lyrics started playing.
Hold my hand, everything will be okay I heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long
You reached out and took the broom. But instead of sweeping up, you held the end of the handle near your face like a microphone and you began to sing as you swayed slightly to the music. Rooster froze, unsure what to do. He didn’t want to announce his presence now and embarrass you, but he didn’t want you to catch sight of him either. So, slowly, he backed farther into the darkened edge of the room and continued to watch you.
To tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding You don't need to show me again But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you I won't let go 'til the end
As the song began to build in intensity, so did your movements and enthusiasm. You began to drift around the room, dragging the broom with you. Your voice wasn’t perfect by any means, but you sang with such excitement and heart that it was utterly beautiful to listen to. And the way you moved around the space, so carefree and alive…. It was thrilling to watch. Rooster was unable to take his eyes off of you.  
So cry tonight But don't you let go of my hand You can cry every last tear I won't leave 'til I understand Promise me, just hold my hand
As the song reached the chorus, you threw your head back, your hair billowing behind you free of its normal confines. For the first time, Rooster was able to catch a glimpse of your face. A brilliant smile was spread across your lips, lighting up your entire face. He just wished you had your eyes open because he longed to see the joyful sparkle he knew he would see there. As you got to the last line of the verse, you threw out your hand as if waiting for someone to take it and Rooster had to stop himself from reaching out for you.
Raise your head, look into my wishful eyes That fear that's inside you will lift, give it time I can see everything you're blind to now Your prayers will be answered, let God whisper how
The music slowed down slightly, and you returned to gently swaying to the music as you swung the broom around. Your bare feet drug across the floor in time with the beat as your voice softened slightly. Rooster watched as you paused to pick up a balled-up napkin from under one of the tables and throw it away before resuming your dancing. He chuckled softly to himself, amused at how quickly you shifted from this carefree side back to your work mode then back again. It reminded him that behind this new persona he was seeing, the you he had come to know was still there too.
To tell me you need me, I see that you're bleeding You don't need to show me again But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you I won't let go 'til the end
As you neared the bar, you put down the broom. And as the music began to grow in intensity once more, you leaned backward across the bartop, your head and shoulders laid out on top of it. Rooster gazed at the perfect curve of your neck, long and smooth in the dim lighting, and he wondered what it would be like to kiss you there. His lips brushing against your throat as his mustache tickled your skin. And once again he had to fight the urge to reveal his presence to you.
Straightening up suddenly, you spun to face the bar and quickly pulled yourself up, so you were standing on it.
So cry tonight But don't you let go of my hand You can cry every last tearI won't leave 'til I understand Promise you'll just hold my hand
From on top of the bar, you belted out the lyrics like the words were coming from your very soul. The way you moved, the way you sang, it all reminded him of how he felt when he was in his plane. Rooster could feel all the emotions, the passion, the uninhibited side you always kept tucked away finally breaking free. This was a part of you he doubted many other people had ever gotten the pleasure of seeing and it was breathtaking.
Hold my hand, hold my Hold my hand, my hand I'll be right here, hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my Hold my hand, my hand I'll be right here, hold my hand
As you continued your concert from on high, thrusting your hand out into the abyss with each line of the song, it finally became too much for Rooster. Cautiously, he stepped out of the shadows and began slowly walking towards the bar. Your eyes were once again closed so you didn’t notice him approaching. Rooster wondered if he should clear his throat or alert you in some way before reaching the bar, but he didn’t want you to stop.
Finally, he was standing directly in front of you just as you thrust out your hand mere inches from his face. Without thinking about it, he grabbed it.
Your eyes immediately snapped open as the joy on your face evaporated. You yanked your hand away from his as you exclaimed, “Rooster!”
I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect But don't you give up on yourself I've heard a story, a girl, she once told me That I would be happy again
“Oh my god! I am so sorry! I didn- I didn’t realize anyone was here. How long where you- oh my god.” You looked around frantically for an easy way to climb off the bar, but without jumping, there wasn’t one.
Rooster silently offered out his hands. You stared at them for a long moment before reluctantly nodding. Carefully, he placed his hands on your hips while yours settled on top of his shoulders. Then, he lifted you down from on top of the bar and placed you gently on the floor, but he didn’t remove his grip on your waist.
“I’m so sorry. I thought I had closed up for the night and I didn’t think anyone else was here. I-I shouldn’t have-” Your face was flushed both from the dancing and embarrassment as you cut yourself off.
You tried to duck your head, to hide in shame, but Rooster placed a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes up to meet his. “It’s okay. I thought it was beautiful. I think you are beautiful.”
You bit your lip as you gazed up at him. “Really?”
“Really. I always have.”
Hold my hand Hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my hand Hold my hand, hold my hand Hold my hand
Rooster cupped your face in his hand and drew you in close until his lips pressed firmly against yours. To his delight, you deepened the kiss, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
When you finally pulled away, the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes, matching smiles on your faces. Then you rested your head on his chest and the two of you began to sway as the music softly faded.
I heard from the heavens
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