#Monster Cards Set 3

[oldschoolfrp]

Large insectoid dungeon hazards: carrion crawler and tunnel worm. The well-known carrion crawler is 9' feet long and attacks with 8 paralyzing tentacles. The tunnel worm is a 30' long centipede that lunges out of dungeon walls to grab prey, chewing through armor in several rounds. It lays its eggs on corpses stashed in its burrows. (AD&D Monster Cards Set 3, TSR, 1982) The carrion crawler appears to be signed with Laura Roslof's initials.

[humbums-inatrenchcoat]

in honor of this year's upcoming Glitch Day i am making an appropriately glitchy and meta mystery for my monster of the week players >:3

[orcsmoker]

made some guy running a dark magician deck resign on turn two bcuz my dragon maids swept up all his spells and traps…….

[dravidious]

Me: "Hm I think I will watch an episode of Yugioh today."

Character 1: *randomly draws a trap card, immediately sets it, and then activates it at the first opportunity on the next turn*

Spectator Character: "Incredible! To think he could read the situation this far and set the trap card in advance!"

Me: "I don't think I will watch Yugioh anymore."

[wingfleur]

# — calling mark grayson "small."

got fried as fuck and this shit came to me like a prophecy. a dream. i know i have my to-do list, but it’s hard for me to write stuff i’m no longer in the exact headspace for. like, i need to wait until i can get into it enough to feel it the way i did when i first thought of it. anyways, this is set in a universe that’s pretty canon-compliant: mark and amber broke up, but he hasn’t dropped out of college (yet) or ended up with eve. you also have no clue he’s invincible, just that he’s had a glow up and your cute, dorky friend from high school is now fine as shit. i also listened to “party favors” by leon thomas and big sean the entire time i worked on this.

lastly, i'd like to give a humongous shoutout to @omniphilic for beta-reading this monster for me! much love, sunshine, and godspeed, my children. enjoy! | wc: 7.9k words.

cw: nsfw mdni (18+), afab!reader, a lot of porn with a lot of plot, light angst, confessions, banter, friends-to-lovers, mentions of amber (i love you girl but it’s so easy to use you as a plot device </3), oral sex (f!recieving), explicit sex (p in v), missionary, squirting, dirty talk, praise, soft!dom mark, consider this my apology for the hurt/very little comfort v!card mark x reader fic <3

thinking about you joking around with mark grayson and calling him… small. you know where.

it sounds like such a silly scenario, but walk w/ me: you and mark have an… odd friendship. looking back on it, you two were an unlikelier pair than winning the lottery. you’re from completely different worlds– you were more on the straight and narrow: the academic side of things. all you did was bust your ass, and you had plenty to show for it– friends, awards, this air of recognition that followed you from classroom to classroom.

and mark? well, he fell more into the category of incredibly average. average grades, average social life, even an average reputation amongst the student body– the kind that makes you easy to remember and always gets you labeled as a “pretty cool guy,” but keeps you out of any real trouble. maybe that’s part of his charm– the fact that everything about him is initially so unassuming, so run of the mill that you don’t even think twice. not until you start to get to know him.

there’s plenty that sticks out once you get to know him.

then, somehow, at the start of your senior year, you two ended up partnered together for a project in the same upper-level english class. y’know, the college freshman one everyone takes because it’s a cheap credit, regardless of if they’re going to harvard to study law, or to the local community college to save a bit of money. neither of you had many expectations, but you and mark became fast friends. mark’s awkward charm grew on you, and he already had a decent opinion of you from seeing you around, but finally being in a situation where he could talk to you and not feel like a nuisance only made him think of you more highly than before. you were cool as shit; he has no idea how you two hadn’t spoken sooner.

but it’s no surprise that you two absolutely nailed the project. with your smarts and mark’s willingness to learn, the grade on it ended up being so good that it made you jump into mark’s arms out of pure excitement. mark caught you effortlessly, spinning you around and giggling alongside you without a second thought. the intimacy of such a reaction didn’t dawn on you two until long after he set you down, you grinning giddily in his face, while he could do nothing but grin back.

that’s how you ended up here– lying in mark’s bed, long after graduation, and visiting home from campus on a long weekend. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts and reading one of his copies of seance dog as he works on a paper. when you found out you two would be attending the same university, you were more than stoked. mark was stoked too, but he was so sure you could’ve gotten into one of chicago’s finest, or, better yet, move away from illinois entirely, rather than attend upstate university. he gave you a hesitant look when you said you were more than content with your choice, saying that a degree is a degree no matter where you went and that as long as you could be with mark, it would be worth it. deep down, though, mark swore something bloomed in his chest that day. he doesn’t really know what that feeling was– is, to be more accurate, because he still feels it sometimes– but that’s the least of his worries. 

his main worry is getting this paper in by 11:59 pm tonight. 

and just like that, the rhythmic clacking of mark’s fingers against the keyboard fills the silence and leaves you to bask in this comforting sensation of warmth. you’re so relaxed that you can’t bring yourself to move. not that you would have wanted to, anyway.

it’s peaceful. so, of course, you have to ruin it. 

“you ever want to fuck a cartoon character?” you suddenly say, the copy of seance dog in your hand and your foot crossed over your knee. you hear the way mark’s typing pauses for a moment, and imagining his reaction forces you to bite back a snicker. a pregnant silence fills the room before the typing begins again, just as rhythmic and hypnotic as before.

“i know you’re not saying that about seance dog,” mark finally quips back, his voice dripping with an absurd amount of mirth. you can hear his smile in his voice– you always can, because mark rarely doesn’t smile. it’s one of your favorite things about him.

you can’t help but take the bait.

“you think i could be?” you ask, tone scandalized and brows raised. neither of you move to face each other just yet– you don’t need to. you can tell exactly what face mark’s making from the sound of his voice, and mark can do the same for you. it’s how he knows that you’ve stopped biting back that smug smile of yours– the one that creeps across your face when you’re clearly up to something, but he doesn’t know what. you’re a troublemaker; it’s one of his favorite things about you.

“yeah,” he replies without missing a beat, “i clearly know nothing about you. i was once dumb enough to think you were intimidating.”

“i’m still intimidating!”

“yeah, maybe on occasion,” mark teases, his typing ceasing completely so that he can spin around in his chair. he leans against it with his head tossed back and his arms on the armrests, eying you gleefully as you put the comic face down on the bed. “most of the time i forget because you’re too busy saying shit that’s uncomfortably close to ‘i wanna fuck seance dog.’”

“eat shit and die, mark.”

“i don’t wanna.”

“then shut the fuck up and answer the question!”

“fine, fine!” mark laughs and lifts his hands up lazily off the chair in mock-surrender. “‘course i’ve wanted to fuck a cartoon character. who hasn’t? i’m not a nun.”

something flashes in your eyes, and you shift to lean forward towards where mark’s sitting, propping up on your elbows on the bed. you grin mischievously; it’s clear you’re up to nothing remotely good. 

“who?” you ask.

mark replies immediately. “koriand’r.”

“wha– from the titans?”

“no, from the avengers. yes, from the titans. who else would i be talking about?”

“alright, down, boy,” you say amusedly, making mark roll his eyes. “i was just checking. but you obviously can’t handle that.”

mark raises an eyebrow. “says who?”

“uhh, says me?"

the two of you are still for a moment, and you start to fear you said something wrong until you see mark’s eyes darken in that telltale way they do when he starts to feel challenged. then, as if that wasn’t enough to give you goosebumps, he does that stupid, mindless thing he does with his tongue, where he runs it along the inside of his cheek. your breath stills in your chest when mark pushes up off the back of his chair and leans forward towards where you lie on the bed, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped between his thighs. 

it’s hard to keep your gaze from dropping to the veins in his hands.

“oh yeah?” mark asks incredulously, tilting his head. you were joking about being the intimidating one earlier, but the real intimidator is mark. when he gets serious, you swear you can feel something in the air shift. maybe that’s why it feels like the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up right now.

“why not?”

the question, in its simple nature, catches you off guard, and in a brief moment of confusion, you tilt your head. “why not what?” “why couldn’t i handle her?”

you stare at mark as if he’s joking, but instead of him laughing and waving you off, mark stares back at you expectantly, brow arched and lips quirked up at the corners. it’s like he wants to smile, but he can’t. won’t. 

this dickhead must have a death wish.

“what do you mean ‘why couldn’t you handle her?’” you say casually– like what you’re saying is most obvious thing in the world. “it’s koriand’r, mark. she’d chew you up and spit you out before you even had time to undo your belt.”

you swipe up your copy of seance dog and busy yourself with trying to find where on the page you last left off. honestly, it doesn’t matter where you start reading. you’re willing to do anything to help get your mind off the weight of mark’s eyes boring into you.

“besides,” you huff, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “koriand’r has standards, and you probably have a small dick, anyway.”

the second those words leave your mouth, the room falls deathly silent, and you swear it’s as if the air has been sucked out of the room. you fall still where you’re at, hoping that somehow, someway, you not moving will make mark want to kill you less. you really don’t know what possessed you to say that– it was a poor attempt at deflection, considering the growing amount of tension you began feeling in that room– but you don’t mean it. didn’t mean it. not one bit. 

you’re doing mental gymnastics to figure out how you can take it back without sounding like a total loser before mark starts laughing, and the joyous and boisterous sound gives you pause.

he couldn’t have found that funny… could he? 

okay, yeah, after a little bit of consideration, he very well could have. this is mark grayson, you’re talking about– not one of the insecure guys you were used to dealing with, who were more likely to blow a blood vessel than a load at the idea of being perceived as “unmanly.” mark’s the type of guy to wear one of your crop tops because he knows you’ll whine about him stretching them out, or wear a maid dress as a punishment for losing a bet, masking his embarrassment with quips about how good his legs look. you also know mark enough to know he’s not a virgin, nor is he a prude, but not well enough to know intimate details about his sex life. sure, jokes are fine, but a play-by-play on how he screwed his ex feels… invasive. beyond the scope of your shared comfort. it was just something you never thought of asking.

well, more like something you could never bring yourself to ask.

you set the comic back down on the bed just in time to watch mark wipe some tears from his eyes, twisting around to face his laptop with a smile on his face. he resumes typing like nothing happened, like you didn’t just obliterate his manhood and leave it in pieces for him to pick up off the floor. it’s hard not to gawk at him in disbelief, blinking rapidly for a few moments before speaking.

“that– didn’t upset you?” you say tentatively, voice a lot meeker than initially intended. mark huffs out a laugh and spins around, hands back to resting on the armrests.

“why would it have?” he says bemusedly, still smiling from before. “we joke like that all the time. honestly, i’m surprised you hadn’t said something like that sooner.”

you can only stare at him blankly, brows knitting in confusion as mark continues to regard you patiently. then, you sit up, pushing up off your elbows to swing around and upright, one leg dangling off the bed while the other stays bent in front of you. 

“why didn’t you get mad?”

mark pauses, eyes narrowing as he tilts his head. “...is this a trick question? why would i? you were joking around.”

“most guys would’ve gotten mad about me saying something like that.”

“yeah, well, most guys aren’t exactly confident about what they’re packing downstairs.”

“and you are?”

mark’s lips part for a second, but no words come out. he quickly shuts his mouth and stares at you, but you stare back, ignoring the way your cheeks start to burn with red-hot embarrassment. 

“well, yeah,” mark finally says, eyes flickering nervously to the side. he looks everywhere– the alarm clock on the dresser, his posters on the wall, everywhere but where you are, sitting prettily on his bed– but his eyes have no choice but to finally lock back onto yours, teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek. “‘course i’m confident about it.”

“...‘cause it’s not small.”

he pauses. “yeah. ‘cause it’s not small.”

your brain short-circuits right then and there.

you aren’t sure why you’re so surprised by this. it wouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to arrive to this conclusion. you were around when mark started dating his ex-girlfriend, amber– around long enough to have seen the exact point in their relationship where they shed the last of their inhibitions and began interacting with each other much more comfortably. you were also around long enough to watch mark come into himself– to lose that dweebish, unsure aura around him and become more confident. muscled. tall. even if he was still pretty dorky most of the time.

perhaps that’s when the thoughts started: when you started to think of mark less as a boy, and more as a man. when you began wondering things about him that you desperately wanted to know, but were much too scared to ask.

at least you have an answer to one of them now.

“hey,” mark says suddenly, voice sharp enough to cut through all your overthinking and analyses. mark’s closer to you now– right next to you, actually, the scent of his cologne filling your nose– and he has your hand in his, thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back. “you okay? should i not have said that–?”

you frantically shake your head. “no–! i mean, yes– god, fuck, no, mark, it’s okay.” you take a deep breath, letting your eyes fall shut. “i’m the one who asked. you just answered.”

you take in a shaky breath and let your eyes flutter open to find mark watching you adeptly, his eyes trained on your face. the expression he’s wearing is one of worry, those dark brows of his pinched in the middle to form a wrinkle you so desperately want to smooth out with your thumb. his plush, pink lips are parted, and in an attempt not to stare at them, your eyes fall to the floor, but not before momentarily catching on how his biceps strain against his sleeves.

for fuck’s sake, this is not the time to be focusing on how attractive you find your best friend.

“i wanted to know,” you finally say, voice soft and a little frayed around the edges. your eyes flutter shut again– something to give you a bit of extra courage to say what you need to say, and not cave under the pressure of your nerves. “i wanted the answer to that question. it sounds weird as fuck, and i totally understand if you want me to leave and never show my face around here again, but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to know.”

you open your eyes again to find mark still staring at you, eyes jumping all over your face, while sporting an unreadable expression. you find yourself swallowing hard as you steel yourself for what you want to say next, adjusting to sit and face mark completely. “i wanna know a lot of things about you, actually. and none of them are all that appropriate for two people who are supposed to be ‘best friends.’”

it’s mark’s turn to short-circuit.

“w–what?” mark stutters out, staring at you with a dumbfounded expression as his eyebrows shoot up in suprise. his mouth falls agape, opening and closing fruitlessly as he tries to figure out what to say. “i– jesus christ, i don’t think you understand what you’re saying–”

“i know exactly what i’m saying.” your interjection is quick and firm, your expression void of your previous nervousness and now completely serious. “and you know it. don’t insult me like that again.”

mark’s protests die in his throat.

“i want to know you,” you start. “honestly. intimately. fuck, to be honest, i want to see you– naked, in my bed– but i didn’t wanna make things weird, and then you had that whole thing with amber, and then i thought you were gonna date eve, so i kinda just kept it to myself, but–”

“you can know me.” 

you freeze. “what–?”

“you can know me,” mark says again, his hand squeezing the one that he has wrapped in his. “you can know me. and see me. and i’ll answer every other question you’ve had about me, ‘cause i wanna know you too.”

you can’t help but stare at mark , absolutely and completely dumbfounded. if he notices, he doesn’t judge. doesn’t acknowledge it at all, actually. he just continues to steamroll ahead.

“god, fuck, i really wanna know you like that, too,” he sighs. “always have– like, all the way back in high school. i’d see you in the halls with your friends and think, ‘man, they’re hot,’ then move on with my life because i thought there was no way i’d ever have a chance with you. then, we got partnered up for that project, and i learned that you were so much cooler and more approachable than i had ever imagined, and i wanted to make a move on you so bad, but i still thought there was no way you could ever like me. william can testify to this– i was talking his ear off about you 24/7. still do. he is seriously getting sick of it.” 

the way mark talks is fast– so much so that all his words bleed together, voice full of excitement and sincerity. it make your eyes sting. after he finishes, his quick way of talking tapers off into a hefty bout of silence, his beautiful brown eyes flickering down to your joint hands. 

“and then came amber.”

the quiet that follows drapes over the two of you like a blanket, heavy with the weight of everything you two are thinking, but ultimately remains unsaid. the fact of the matter is that it doesn’t need to be said. you and mark just… know– understand– that amber was the first person, aside from you, to treat mark as less of an expendable, and more like somebody worth knowing. she took the opportunities you were too afraid to– penciled her name in where yours was meant to be and slipped right on into that “partner” position, wearing it as if it was custom-fitted. it may as well have been, because it sure looked good on her. 

he looked good on her. that’s why you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad.

“i never would’ve gone out with her if i knew you wanted me even half as much as i wanted you,” mark says quietly, reaching up to rub a tear from your cheek that you didn’t even know you shed. “but i didn’t. and we dated, and i slept with her, and i loved her, but i feel all of that for you too, y’know.” he cradles your face delicately as he climbs up onto his knees, his movements slow, as if moving too quickly would scare you off. moving too quickly would remind you that this is real; remind you that you probably shouldn’t be doing this, causing you to hop off the bed and run down the hall, flying down the stairs, past debbie, and out the front door.

but you don’t have to worry. never have, actually, because the way mark treats you is careful. cautious. he’s kneeling on the bed and easing you onto your back with such rapt attention that it makes your cheeks warm, head turning to the side to shield it from him before he turns your head right back to where it was.

“i want you to ask your questions,” mark says slowly, large hands pushing your knees apart to make room for him between your legs. you can’t help but stare at him helplessly, any and all words dying in your throat, but mark moves with a confidence that makes it clear you don’t need to speak. not when he’s hovering over you like this. 

“i want to answer your questions, and i want you to do the same for mine. ‘cause i’ve thought about you. a lot. and not all of it was decent. actually, most of it probably wasn’t.”

mark lets himself laugh softly at the admission, but you can only look up at him in awe, the muscles of your brows twitching from the urge to knit in confusion. mark’s eyes catch this, and he reaches down to smooth his thumb over the spot right between your eyebrows– the same way you wanted to do for him earlier.

“so tell me that this is okay.”

mark trails his fingers across your skin, skimming over your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder, and all the way down your arm until reaching your hand. he tangles your fingers together and brings your wrist to his lips, a soft kiss being pressed to your pulse, which makes your heart stutter in your chest. mark doesn’t tease you for how vulnerably you stare at him, or for how red his actions make your face. he only looks down at you with a soft smile, peppering kisses to your palm.

“holy shit, mark, this is more than okay.”

mark’s grin is blinding when you surge forward to kiss him.

the thing that surprises you most about it isn’t how good of a kisser mark is, or how nice it feels for his big hands to come up and cradle your jaw. it’s how easy all of this is– how uncomplicated it is to be making out with mark, how your lips slot together as if it’s always meant to be this way, how raw his groan is when you tangle your fingers into his hair and tug. he has you pressed against the bed in seconds, one hand slowly slipping beneath your t-shirt as the other squeezes at your outer thigh. you feel dizzy when your lips part and he ducks his head down into your neck, sucking bruises into the skin with a fervor that makes you squirm.

“i– fuck, mark, not where people can see–!”

“does it matter if it’s visible? ‘s not like you’re fucking anyone else right now besides me.”

you hit mark hard against his back, but it only makes him chuckle, sitting up to look at you with messy hair and blown pupils. “what? you haven’t slept with anybody in a while, and you’re about to sleep with me. i didn’t say anything wrong.”

“how do you even know that, asshole?”

mark grins, sitting back on his haunches as he hooks the hem of your shirt on his index finger. he tugs it up enough to reveal your stomach. “‘cause you’re lying here in my bed, wearing my shirt, with me sitting between your legs. if i was the person you’ve been fucking, i’d definitely feel some type of way about that.”

you scoff, moving one of your legs to try and kick at mark’s chest. like the little shit he is, he catches it easily and presses a kiss to your ankle, setting it on one of his shoulders. “that doesn’t mean anything. i could have casual sex if i wanted to.”

“yeah,” mark agrees, both hands coming to smooth his shirt up the expanse of your body, “you could. if you wanted to. but you don’t, ‘cause you’re not like that.”

“bullshit.”

“is not. here, open your mouth for me.”

“wh–?”

“shut up and open it for a second, would you?”

you shoot mark a withering glare, but he just grins back, pushing your shirt up under your chin and offering the hem for you to bite down on.

“thank you,” he says gleefully, his words a little too airy and sing-songy for you to let slide. you try and kick him again, but he blocks your leg without much of a second thought, eyes laser focused on the sight of your tits in front of him.

“wow, you are so fucking pretty.”

the way he says it is so full of awe– so genuine– that it makes your mouth fall open. the t-shirt in your mouth gets stuck on your bottom lip in the process, and the sight makes mark chuckle, a boyish grin settling on his face. he reaches up to adjust it and pulls it back up so you can bite down on it again.

“i didn’t even say anything crazy yet,” he teases, laughing as you do your best to swear at him from around the fabric. mark ignores it to focus on the sight in front of him instead, though, fingers tracing up your rib cage before cupping the underside of each of your breasts.

your mind goes blank when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“oh, fuck,” you gasp out, back arching off the bed and into his mouth. the t-shirt slips from between your teeth again, and you can feel mark grin around where his tongue swirls around your skin, popping off to look at you and chastise you softly.

“jeez, you really suck at following instructions,” mark playfully says. “and did you forget that my mom is downstairs? i’ve had her knock on the door during sex before, and trust me, it does not help to sustain the mood.”

“god, you sound like such a dork. ‘it does not help to sustain–’”

mark cuts you off with a groan, fingers curling into the waistband of your shorts and panties. “shut up and lift your hips already.”

you giggle. “fine, fine.”

you plant your feet and lift your hips off the bed enough for mark to tug your clothes off, separating your shorts from your underwear so he can tuck the garment into his pocket. You look at him with a flustered expression, mouth dropping open in bewilderment, but mark simply sticks his tongue out at you and flings your shorts to the floor, panties nowhere in sight. you hardly have enough time to process him keeping them for himself before he’s wrapping his hands around your thighs and tugging them onto his shoulders, putting him face to face with your cunt and lifting your lower back completely off the bed.

you knew mark was strong, but you never thought of him using his strength like this.

mark holds you firmly as he busies himself with eating you out like a man starved. those big, brown doe eyes of his look down at you, sometimes lingering on the rise and fall of your chest, and sometimes taking in the sight of your knitted brows and parted lips, both your hands tangled in the pillow behind your head. his eyes do fall shut every once in a while as if he’s savoring the taste of you on his tongue, and he probably is, knowing mark, but you don’t have the wherewithal to tease him. not now, at least. not when he’s got his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking in these sporadic little bursts that make your stomach burn with molten need.

“oh, f-uck,” you gasp, voice cracking on the expletive. in your defense, it’s the only word you currently feel like you know how to say, but mark doesn’t laugh or tease you for it. he just presses a messy kiss to your clit, then slides his tongue down through your folds to circle your hole, slowly and messily pressing inside of you. he pumps it in and out for a few moments, as if he’s trying to fuck you with his tongue, then flattens the muscle and drags it back up to your clit to press into it firmly. you untangle your fingers from the sheets and reach up to swat at mark’s thigh, twisting and turning frantically in his hold.

“oh my fucking god, mark, let go!” your whines are urgent, thighs beginning to quiver on either side of mark’s head. his eyes flutter open enough to look at you through his long, thick lashes, but his firm grip on your waist doesn’t let up in the slightest. his arms tighten around you, keeping your pussy to his lips and your body off the bed as he continues to ravage you like it’s the one thing he was born to do. “mark! ‘m fuckin’ serious– i’m gonna squirt if you don’t let go of m– oh, fuck!”

you realize your warning is a bit late as you feel that knot tighten and snap in your belly, but it would’ve fallen on deaf ears regardless of whether you said it earlier or not. your cunt gushes all over mark’s nose, lips, and chin, soaking the top of his t-shirt and dribbling a bit down onto the bed below. you’d think he’d have a concern of drowning, but mark’s tongue keeps moving as you cum, legs squeezing against his ears so tight that you’re sure he can hear absolutely nothing but his own heartbeat. you know you sure can’t– all you can hear is the distant sound of your own voice, and the way your breathing stutters in your chest, a series of tremors wracking your body so brutally that you’d liken them to an earthquake. 

“shit,” you gasp softly, limbs tingling once they regain sensation. you wriggle in mark’s grasp and he pulls back from your pussy with a pop!, lowering your hips down to the bed as he runs his tongue along his lower lip.

“you said you were about to squirt as if that was going to deter me,” mark says breathlessly, a soft laugh punctuating his sentence. his face is covered with your slick all over his lips and chin, the sun from the window catching on it in a way that makes it glisten. you’re embarrassed by his nonchalance, but it’s hard to be mad when mark looks this good. you did this to him– made his perfectly slicked-back hair disheveled, and soaked his lower face and chest in your cum. normally, you would reply to his quip right away, but right now, you don’t. you’re much too focused on watching how mark leans down to reach behind his head and grab at his shirt, shucking it off in one smooth motion to join your discarded shorts on the floor.

“it was supposed to,” you finally say, voice sounding just as breathless as mark’s. his lips quirk up at the corners, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. instead, he leans over you to open his bedside drawer, and you take that as an opportunity to continue. “didn’t realize i was sleeping with superfreak, over here.”

mark snorts. “i’m just a guy who prioritizes my partner’s pleasure over mine.”

“that’s a roundabout way to say you like to eat pussy. and ass. oh god, mark, you don’t eat ass, do you?”

mark wiggles his eyebrows in response, and you look at him with such a horrified expression that a giggle can’t help but escape from his chest. he shuts the bedside table with a soft thud and leans back over you with a strip of two condoms hanging from his mouth. your brows shoot up at the sight, but mark doesn’t see it. he’s much too focused on pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs, cock slapping lightly against his abs.

oh. you always knew mark looked good, but this? this is something else entirely.

“you’re staring,” mark says wryly, tearing one of the condoms from the strip, then opening up the wrapper with his teeth. you watch as he pinches the tip and rolls the condom onto himself with a level of precision that screams of practice. if you hadn’t just cum your brains out, you might’ve found yourself feeling a little bit jealous.

“‘course i am.” your reply is shameless, and it makes mark bark out a startled laugh. “you said it was big, not that you were carrying a weapon. now here you are, looking like asian adonis with my jizz on your face, rolling a condom on with the ease of a common whore. not to mention that you grabbed two of them.”

a giddy smile spreads across mark’s face in reply, but it’s not one of his usual ones: it’s bashful. it’s the kind of smile where he bites his lip to force it down, but it doesn’t work, so his bottom lip slowly unfurls from between his teeth. your ears burn bright red at the sight, but mark doesn’t comment on it. mark’s never been good at multitasking, and he’s much too focused on tossing the unopened condom to the side, then tugging you against him by your thighs.

“we don’t have to use them both,” mark says softly, the sweetness of his smile bleeding into his voice. it’s a bit jarring for him to be acting so adorably, like he’s not running his cock along the seam of your folds. the tip catches on your clit every so often, making your breath catch in the back of your throat.

“i like how that’s what you chose to comment on.” 

he shrugs. “didn’t have much else to say.”

“you’re a dog, you know that, mark?”

mark grins at you wickedly, leaning down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“mm, yeah. ‘m guilty as charged.”

and just like that, he sinks into you, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. your eyes screw shut, but you latch onto him immediately, hand shooting out in search of his. he takes it wordlessly, bringing your hand up so he can kiss your knuckles.

“you okay?” he asks tenderly, lips pressed to the back of your hand. you open your eyes, tears pricking at the corners, then nod slowly as a deep breath leaves your nose.

“yeah,” you say shakily. “just been a while. warn me next time.”

mark nods, doing his best not to get caught up on the fact that you want there to be a next time. “sure,” he answers. “sorry. here– put your legs on my shoulder.”

you lift your legs for mark to take, and he settles both of your feet on one of his shoulders like they belong there. then, he shifts forward, shuffling up so that his thighs bracket your hips, which slots him deeper into you than he has any business being.

it makes you feel crazy. you fucking love it.

once mark feels stable in his position, and any remnants of discomfort bleed from your expression, he starts rocking his hips in and out of you at a pace too quick to be languid, but too slow to be considered harsh. whatever rhythm he’s fallen into, it feels good. you’re clawing at the sheets at your sides and behind your head like a madman, that copy of seance dog he lent you long forgotten on the floor, along with everything else you two have taken off. 

“does this answer one of your questions?” mark asks lowly, eyes half-lidded and jaw tight. he’s got your legs pressed to his chest with one hand, the other splayed across your stomach to hold you in place. you can tell it’s not that simple, though; the firmness with which he presses down against your stomach is as if he’s feeling for something, and the realization makes you clench, cunt squelching lewdly around his cock inside you. “did you wonder how i fuck? if i liked it fast? or did it slow?”

in your day-to-day conversations, mark doesn’t swear all that often– at least, not compared to you– but the mouth he’s got on him in bed is a surprise that makes you flush down to your chest. you look up to see mark gazing at you with eyes that are almost black, a bright blush fanning across his freckled cheeks and nose. when he sees you struggle to answer, the gears clearly turning, but no words coming out, he grips your legs tighter and quickens the snap of his hips. mark’s lips fall open with a breathy moan as he watches the way your eyes roll back, and his abdomen clenches with the need to keep his own pleasure at bay. “c’mon, baby. tell me. tell me how you want it, ‘n’ i promise i’ll do whatever you say.”

“i– god, fuck, mark, yes, i wondered how you fucked!” your reply comes out breathy, whiny, and and rushed– a result of you making an actual effort to focus so it didn’t come out as a jumbled, inaudible mess. “i w-wondered if you’d treat me like glass, or fuck me like i had no self-respect. i don’t care what you do right now– swear t’god i don’t– ‘cause i just wanna cum. don’t fucking stop.”

mark huffs out a laugh at how desperate you sound, lips quirking up in a lopsided smile that shows off the cute little fangs he has in the corners of his mouth. he turns his head to kiss one of your ankles, then takes one to put it on the opposite side, making it so you have one leg on each of his shoulders. large, calloused hands slide down your legs and smooth over your thighs before taking your hands into each of his. you’re about to ask what he’s doing, but there’s no time for the words to come out. he’s already gripping both your wrists and tugging you forward, forcing your ass to smack against his thighs with every brutal snap of his hips.

your brain is about to melt out of your fucking ears.

“did you touch yourself?” mark’s asks breathlessly, dark eyes focused on your face. you try desperately to free your hands from his grasp, but your attempts are pathetically uncoordinated. the way his cock is rearranging your guts makes it impossibly difficult to focus. but despite your lack of success, your writhing makes mark tut at you disapprovingly, and he leans forward to keep you in place by resting a fraction of his body weight on your chest. “quit trying to run ‘n’ tell me. did you touch yourself thinking about me fucking you? imagining how it would be?”

mark leans down to lick a stripe up the side of your neck, voice dropping to a filthy, sultry whisper. “‘cause i did. thought about this all the time, what you’d feel like around me. it’s so much fuckin’ better than i imagined.”

you nod your head frantically, hands clenched into fists, and your nails dig so roughly into your palms that it’s a miracle it hasn’t drawn blood. mark isn’t completely satisfied with your response, but he takes it for what it is and releases both of your wrists in favor of grabbing onto your hips.

“if you touched yourself while thinking of me, then show me. play with it for me, hm?”

you don’t need much more coaxing than that.

your fingers fly to your clit at lightening speed, middle and ring finger rubbing in quick, tight circles that mark finds absolutely hypnotizing. your other hand comes up to palm at your breasts, pinching and tweaking at your nipples in a way that makes you whine. mark damn near growls at the sight, a string of expletives you’ve never heard from him before being let out into the ether as he doubles his efforts to fuck you into the mattress.

“open your eyes,” mark demands, his words oozing with a tone you’re very much not used to being addressed with. his voice is low, gravely, and deeply affected by the way your walls squeeze around him, and you find that you quite like having him like this: wrapped around your finger, barely hanging on, lost in everything pertaining to you. the sentiment is definitely shared, because as you force your eyes open, you feel your features pinch the way they do when you’re trying not to cry. it’s nothing bad– far from it, actually. it’s just that mark is fucking you so good that you feel like you’re losing your mind, and the pleasure is so mindboggling that it makes you wanna sob. 

“there y’go, baby,” mark sighs, “just keep lookin’ at me. i wanna see your face when you cum.”

his honest admission shoots straight through you and right to your core, pussy clenching around him tightly, your clit throbbing beneath your fingers. mark moans low and long at the feeling, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows hard.

“fuck, i like when y’do that– when you like what i say and you get all tight around me. just– keep touching yourself, pretty. look at me and let it happen.”

all you can do is nod helplessly. mark ducks down to press a kiss to your cheek, fingers pressing what will definitely be bruises tomorrow morning into the skin of your hips. his cock splits you open in a mindbending way, your fingers flicking at your clit so frantically that your hand has become nothing but a blur. 

then, the bubble bursts. your orgasm hits you like a truck, your head flying back, and the muscles in your jaw and neck pulling taut. the same goes for your legs– your knees lock up and your thighs pull tight, shaking with violent tremors as you gush again, this time, around mark’s cock. you do your best to keep your eyes open as you cum, but it’s hard. from what you can see, though, mark’s mouth drops open and his eyes flash with something bright– yellow, even– as he takes in the sight of you falling apart. whatever it is, you don’t give it much thought. your brain is much too fried to be trusting everything you see right now.

“you’re a fucking dream like this,” mark mutters, his tone oozing with awe and disbelief. dutifully, he fucks you through your second orgasm– all the squirming, pulsing, and wetness that’s stained his sheets twice in one night– and holds your unfocused gaze all throughout it before he feels you coming down and abruptly pulls out. your twitching legs drop unceremoniously to the bed, and mark swings his thighs over you to settle over your chest, fingers peeling off the condom and tossing it lamely to the side. all you can see past your wet lashes and teary eyes is mark’s fist moving in an urgent blur before he cums all over your chest, the orgasm hitting him so hard that he has to grip the headboard to stabilize himself. his super strength causes it to splinter just slightly as his legs shake, so much so that he can hardly hold himself up.

his cum paints your tits in hot, thick, pearly white strands, and mark clambers up from over you to lay down on the other side of the bed. you find it unfair, the way that he’s panting and shaking much less than you, but you don’t comment. you just stare up at the ceiling, the sound of your breathing filling the air.

“i hope that was good,” mark says earnestly, rolling lazily onto his side to look at you. you take another deep, grounding breath, then turn your head to look at him. your arm comes out too weakly to swat at his chest.

“there’s no way you just asked me that when your cum is drying on my chest.”

mark stares at you for a moment, then busts out into a fit of laughter, reaching behind his head to take the pillow so he can drop it casually onto your face. you can’t help but laugh too, arms coming up to shield yourself from the pillow, and you toss it back to mark where he catches it, then tucks it back under his head. “fuck me for trying to make sure you’re okay, i guess,” he says dramatically, rolling his eyes.

you flip over onto your stomach and bunch the pillow up under your chin, careful to ignore the wet parts of your chest as you widely grin and quip back. “i just did.”

“more like the other way around. this was me fucking you. into the mattress, might i add.” mark grins mischievously and reaches out to place his hand on your lower back, smoothing over your ass before dipping between your legs to find your folds. he trails his fingers up and down your wet and puffy slit, tongue darting out to wet his lips when he feels you shiver in reply. “but we can go again with you on top if you wanna fuck me. not like i’d ever say no to that. plus, it’d answer one of my questions.”

you’re part your lips to reply, but the sound of feet padding up the stairs, partnered with a soft call of mark’s name, makes you both freeze exactly where you’re at. you look at each other in panic, then scramble to get rid of the proof of what you two just did. mark leaps off the bed and onto his feet with impressive athleticism, tossing you your discarded copy of seance dog that you catch effortlessly with one hand. you tug your t-shirt down over your chest, ignoring the fact that there’s still cum on it you’ve hardly wiped off, and he busies himself with pulling his pants back up and slipping his t-shirt on. the fact that it’s still damp around the collar doesn’t matter– not when there’s much more incriminating evidence like his used condom on the bed, alongside the wrapper and the new one he was about to use on you again ten seconds ago.

you barely manage to get under the covers to hide your lower half by the time debbie opens the door, your shorts haphazardly kicked under the bed, and your panties in mark’s pocket. you double-check to make sure your comic isn’t upside down and open it to a random page, holding it as inconspicuously as possible, right in front of your face. mark’s hands are stuffed into his pants, the condoms and the wrapper fisted tightly in his hands.

“hey, you two,” debbie says sweetly, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of you. you swear, even if you two didn’t look suspicious as hell, debbie would still be looking at you two like she knows you did something wrong. “just came to let you know that dinner is ready. and that you two shouldn’t stay up too late tonight. i’m driving you two back to campus early, so i can get to work on time.”

mark smiles tightly. “okay, mom, thanks,” he says, pulling a hand out of his pocket to wave at her goodbye. debbie eyes him amusedly, taking in both of your disheveled appearances one more time before nodding and moving to close the door.

“oh, and mark? it’s been a long time coming, so i don’t mind if you two are having sex, as long as it’s safe and i don’t have to worry about becoming a grandma.”

the color drains from both of your faces, but debbie only laughs, a smile as sweet as her son’s spreading across her face. “but next time, if you’re gonna try and hide it, make sure the panties are tucked all the way into your pocket. i’m not judging what you’re into, but it’s kind of a dead giveaway when blue lace is halfway hanging out of your sweatpants.”

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[tojisteddy]

Sweet Ride | smut, 18+ MDNI, 1.2k words, softdom!Toji x sweetheart!reader

You’d been 3 months into your relationship when Toji Fushiguro finally realized that you, for some odd reason, loved letting idiots fuck you.

It must’ve been where that very minuscule masochism kink came from. Had to be.

He’d noticed the way you’d get shocked when he went to pay for— well- everything. Didn’t matter if he lost a shit ton from gambling and losing that day, didn’t matter if you went over your own set budget, didn’t matter that you didn’t ask because you didn’t want to look money hungry or if you quickly pulled out your card and paid. He’s sending $300 to you to make up for it. The man. Was going. To pay.

Toji also noticed the way you’d shy away when you realized he was actually listening to the words that came out of your mouth. Informing you that he hated that coworker of Sherl just a little bit more than you did. Plainly telling you ‘no’, he didn’t just want to see just your hair bone straight- he wanted to see your curly hair that framed your face (when you wanted to of course) and that he thought you would look good with any hair color not just the jet black. Or when you only went to make food that he liked,

“But this is what my ex-“

“—Mama, what do you really wanna eat? Tell me or we’ll both starve tonight.”

Truthfully, it irritated the fuck out of the man.

He didn’t get it, how someone so precious got treated like shit on multiple occasions. He kept reminding himself that you weren’t the problem, those fucking dick wads were.

But the irritation jumped back out when you rode him. He knew after that first time (just a week ago) that those fucking idiots didn’t know what the fuck to do with you. He’d cock his eyebrow up at you because he simply couldn’t hide the vexation of it all.

“You don’t like it Toj?” Your voice was hoarse, curls falling over your face, a pout forming.

It was clear the way you moved your hips back and forth, held yourself and didn’t use him for leverage, you rode your ex’s to get them off and nothing more.

More sins against God.

There had to be a scripture about it somewhere, “Never let thou spouse ride-ith you in cowgirl without her cumming.” Or something— the man didn’t know. He knew for a fact, only a bitch would never let a woman cum while she’s riding him.

“Toji? ‘M sorry, it must not be good.” You let out a shaky breath, trying to relax, not be too touchy. “ ‘S just harder cause you’re so… so big. ‘Nd I- fuck- mmm- don’t think I’ve ever had time to relax like this. I must be takin too long.”

Shit, you frowned, big brown puppy eyes looking down at the green eyed monster and his heart ached. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, his poor pretty baby. Sweet doll, don’t you worry your little head. Your Toji would fix this little problem tonight.

And when you two were done, he’d beat the fucking breaks out of each and every single one your exes.

It would cleanse the soul.

“ ‘S okay baby, yer doin good. Need you to relax f’me. Want you to take a little bit more though, hm? You can take it, right? You’re a good girl.”

You bit your lip, nodding in agreement.

Such a good girl. Toji’s sweet ‘nd good girl.

Tojis hands pulled you closer. “How do I get ya to relax then? Can you tell me?” You felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head and attempting to hide yourself in his neck. But Toji kept you still, playfully bumping your foreheads together with a chuckle.

“Let’s find out then,” His hands wandered, up and down your sides, then one staying at the small of your back, the other making its way to your pretty tit in his hand. Slowly massaging it in his palm. “Maybe you like it here?”

You whimpered in his mouth and Tojis scar moved upward in amusement, green eyes low. He left a trail of kiss from your cute cheeks, down to your jaw. “Or here?” Down to your neck, taking a few nibblies here and there. “Or here?”

You let out a soft moan, finally nodding your head.

“Words, mama.” He was stern but you felt the grin against your neck.

“T-there feels— feels so nice Toj.” The man hummed at your words, being sure to praise you with an array of kisses and hickeys for the world to see tomorrow on your neck.

“I-I can move now?” You asked. You felt so full with what he was giving you, but you felt so good with every little kiss the aching tip and veins of his member gave to your walls.

“Course doll.” He enterwinted your fingers, “Gotta take it nice ‘nd slow baby, don’t gotta go fast.”

You gulped, gradually lifting yourself up and down and rocking your hips back and forth, then repeating the motion. Your hands left his large ones, starting to use his shoulders as leverage, “There you go ma, there you fuckin go.”

He hissed, you were a god damn waterfall down there. Toji didn’t even know how the fuck you were still managing to keep him insider everytime you’d move up so just the tip was in, and slamming back down. When you tried to go faster a large calloused hand came down to your ass.

“B-but Tojiii,” you whined, slowly swiveling your hips one time to get a curse out of him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

“ ‘Nd I ‘ppreciate Doll, I do. You feel so fuckin good too ma, but it’s not about me tonight, ‘s about you. Need you to really feel it deep in your pretty pussy.” He gave you a few thrusts, matching your rhythm creating the most beautiful smack smack smack your bedroom has ever heard.

“Take what you need babygirl.”

Toji had a way with words, he’d gotten a pornographic moan from it alone. Your nails dug into his shoulders, the meat of your thighs jiggling every time you came down. Slick drenching Toji’s cock, your thighs were burning but you kept moving. Chasing your high with every bounce on his fat fuck.

“Goooood girl, now you got it doll.”

“I can— I can take more Toji.” You stammered out.

“I’d loooove that sweetheart— shit ma- but not tonight. Ngh— This is just enough.”

“But—“

“-Aht,” he grumbled, helping you move your hips as you got just a tad too slow for his liking, “don’t bite more than you can chew. Come on, you can make yourself and your boyfriend cum, can’t you?”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, you were grinding and slamming yourself down what you could take as hard as ever getting a loud from Toji. You were such a good and fast leaner, the man would have to keep you. Train you to do other things, soon enough you’d be able to take all of him. You were fucking pulsing like a over worked heartbeat around him as a wave of emotions smacked you over the head, a string of fuck fuck fuck and Toji Toji Toji leaving your mouth.

The man growled, giving your ass a few harsh smacks as he rapidly thrust into you. You never knew when you were cumming so you never vocalized it.

You’d work on that too.

Quickly pulling out, spurts of his cum hit your stomach. You both were panting messes, Toji’s pink lips meeting your temple, then your soft full lips.

“Good fuckin job, mama.”

a/n: ride the dragon by fka twigs

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[mooningningg]

۶ৎ JJK Men reads thirsty tweets! with sukuna.

۶ৎ ningning, shout out to the people who said these diabolical things, was very entertained writing this.

he walks in already irritated.

not even two seconds on set and sukuna’s cracking his neck, arms folded, thick brows pulled together like someone made eye contact with him at a stoplight. there’s no PR team, no handler, no smile. just him, four fucking arms, a deep scar under his eye, and an attitude like he’s one inconvenience away from leveling the studio.

"why the fuck am i here again?" he mutters, tugging the mic wire from under his shirt like it’s choking him.

"reading... what? thirsty tweets?"

he lets out a dry, ugly laugh. “nah, fuck off. y’all got no shame.”

his tongue clicks. he plops down in the chair, massive legs spread like he owns the planet—which, honestly, he could. shirt open, tattoos sprawling down his chest and arms, the lower pair of his hands cracking his knuckles while the uppers take the first card.

he squints. already mad. "alright. who the fuck said this one."

tweet #1

@nottellingofname: tbh... not even malevolent shrine can keep me away from that belly mouth. GIVE ME THAT D!!!

he blinks. blinks again. "...no. nah. what the fuck?" he holds the card away from his face like it physically stinks.

“what do you MEAN ‘not even malevolent shrine’? that’s a domain expansion. it slices anything with intent. you’d be cubed. diced. dead.” he flips the card like it’s gonna give him answers.

“GIVE ME THAT D??? WHICH ONE?! I HAVE FOUR FUCKING ARMS—WHAT D ARE YOU EVEN REFERRING TO??” he glares into the camera, visibly disturbed. "and y’all say I’m the monster.”

tweet #2

@fushigurozm: both holes both dihs 🙏🙏🙏

he just stares. long. dead silent. “…both—what?”

he squints, like the letters are rearranging themselves. "what the fuck is a dih. no, I’m not doin’ this." he turns to someone off-camera. “this some Gen Z slang? that a fuckin' Pokémon?? what the fuck is this goddamn language?”

he mutters, “both holes—bitch i’d break your entire ribcage.”

tweet #3

@ryomen: sukuna could fold me into a pretty pretzel and do w h a t e v e r he pleases. insanity? maybe. but CAN YOU BLAME ME??? THE GUY HAS F O U R ARMS AND A BELLY MOUTH(!!!) the things i think about this man are so unhinged and amatory. he could slice me apart in his domain and id probably have a big smile plastered on my face before dying. #wanthimlikeoxygenatp

his upper left hand just slowly covers his mouth. “...y’all need fucking help.”

he's silent, blinking like he’s trying to process just how far humanity’s fallen. “amatory?? the fuck is this, a fanfic? you will die. not a ‘smile plastered’—you’ll be in pieces, get that through your thick-ass skull.”

he throws the card down. "and stop romanticizing the fuckin’ belly mouth. it’s for intimidation. not your fuckin’ freak fantasy."

tweet #4

@ssetsuka: Sorry I was staring at your enormous heavy tits, can I carry them for you my king 😼

he freezes. “...i—what the fuck did you just say?”

he looks down at his chest, slowly, like maybe he’s been walking around with D-cups and didn’t know. “enormous… tits?”

he’s genuinely offended now. “TITS?? these are pectoral muscles, you absolute perverted degenerate. what the fuck is wrong with you?” he throws the card. just flings it across the studio.

tweet #5

@yumiyawning: give me the dihs or wtv cupcakke said 👅

“WHAT IS A DIH.” he shouts.

“WHY DOES IT KEEP COMIN’ BACK?? STOP SAYING IT LIKE I’M SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IT MEANS.” he growls like an animal. “and who the fuck is cupcakke."

tweet #6

@kyovy: i know im not cinderella but i know damn well it'll FIT 👅👅👅👅

his eyes narrow. “fit…?”

then realization hits. “…oh you disgusting little shit. you talkin’ bout your—fuckin’ hell.” he rubs a hand down his face, and the lower one clenches into a fist.

“it’s not a damn glass slipper. i’m not Prince Charming. i’m a curse. a mass-murdering, body-snatching, god-killing demon.” a pause. “…also, it won’t fit. you’d probably die. just sayin’.”

tweet #7

@tetsuski: screaming, crying, throwing up and coughing up blood cause I'm not currently in bed with ryomen sukuna confessing his undying love to me as he shows me what that mouth belly can do

“the fuck is with y’all and this mouth.” he points to his abdomen like he’s personally offended it’s become a meme.

“it bites people. it doesn’t sing. it doesn’t do fucking kisses. it eats. you’d be a snack in under five seconds and i wouldn’t even digest you fully outta spite.” he sighs, deep and long. you can tell he’s regretting immortality.

tweet #8

@avietnu: Need his cock to split my whole body in half from my pussy straight up to the top of my head

he stares at the card for a solid ten seconds. no words. just disappointment. “…nah, see.”

he flips it over, reads it again, flips it back. “y’all need to be in chains.”

he holds the card up to the camera. “look at this. look at it. she said ‘from pussy to the top of my head’ like it’s a fuckin’ seam rip. you got a death wish? i got a blade tongue, four arms, and cursed energy that could annihilate cities—AND Y’ALL WANNA FUCK.”

he tosses the card violently behind him. “what is wrong with this generation.”

tweet #9

@longlivegojo: sukuna could call me a slur and I’d write it in cursive on my mirror with lipstick

he immediately stands. just stands. “WE’RE DONE. I’M DONE. I’m packin’ my shit. That’s it. I refuse.”

someone off-camera is howling, but he’s already pacing. “a fuckin’ slur? i got fans out here tryin’ to get verbally abused so they can write it in fuckin’ cursive?! where do you people come from?”

he yanks his mic off, muttering to himself. “fuckin’ lipstick on mirrors… y’all got too much free time. get a fuckin’ job. touch dirt.”

a crew member tries to calm him down. “ryomen, just one more—”

“NO. NO MORE. I CAME HERE OUTTA COURTESY, NOT TO BE SEXUALLY HARASSED BY A FUCKIN’ FANBASE THAT WANTS TO GET RAW DOGGED BY A CURSE WHO CAN REARRANGE TIME AND SPACE.”

a beat. “…and for the love of all that’s holy—STOP SAYING DIH.”

he storms off the set, jacket flapping, one hand still muttering “dih? dih???” while the belly mouth grumbles and snaps at air like it’s pissed too.

viewers later report he did destroy a Starbucks two blocks away out of pure frustration.

[eremikayearner]

isn’t he dreamy ‹𝟹 itoshi rin

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the cold, unsettling, and intimidating itoshi rin is the boyfriend straight from your dreams. for others, it’s hard to believe rin is even capable of love. but they don’t know him, not like you do.

ׂ╰┈➤ just take this as a million headcanons and reasons why i love rin all rolled into one :3

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ .𖥔 ݁ “isn’t he dreamy?” your voice sounded almost far away, lost in your own thoughts as you gazed at your boyfriend itoshi rin.

rin’s rival and your friend, isagi yoichi looked at you with wide surprised eyes. you looked over at rin with the softest of smiles and tenderest of eyes, propping your chin up on your palm — and there rin was, nodding along and listening to anri’s words.

“rin? itoshi rin?” isagi spluttered out.

he understood that you were dating the bastard, but come on. to some extent, even you had to understand rin wasn’t exactly the perfect shoujo dream boyfriend.

isagi wasn’t even sure the bastard could love.

you lifted your chin off your palm and gave isagi the nastiest side eye in the world. isagi nearly clutched his heart at the look in your eyes. “yes, itoshi rin.”

your split second of disgust morphed back into your far away adoring look as your attention set on rin once more.

how could isagi ask such a stupid question like that?

how could your quiet, sweet, and thoughtful rin be anything but dreamy?

to other's, rin's beauty must have been what you were after. what more could you want from the cold, unnerving, and intimidating itoshi rin? what more could a monster of a boy like that offer? at least that's what others thought.

rin captured the beauty of angels, a face so pretty and sharp like the most delicate of daggers. long beautiful lashes that framed teal eyes so intense they could silence the world around you. soft lips seamed with dark pink nips and bites from his teeth. and of course, rin was an athlete, so what more could a girl want when her boyfriend was corded with muscle?

while you acknowledged and appreciated rin's beauty, it could never be the sole reason for why he was so dreamy. no, that would diminish all the beautiful things that made rin rin.

rin was dreamy for the way he treated you.

rin who kisses you so softly every morning before leaving for practice. rin who holds your hair back from your face and rubs your back soothingly after drinking too much. rin who leaves practice early and makes tea and soup to take care of you when you're sick. rin who places his card down immediately before you can even think to pull yours out. rin who clears his schedule and organizes his week in advance to make time for you. rin who tries his best to plan and surprise you with dates he hopes you'll like. rin who attempts to learn to cook and bake with you because he insists it's a life skill you both should know for the future. rin who defends your name whenever he can (even if he gets himself into trouble for it). rin who keeps you private but never a secret. rin who makes sure you eat three meals a day. rin who facetimes and texts you as much as he possibly can when he's overseas. rin who bought you a heating pad, orders all your favourite food and makes sure you get your proper nutrients when you're on your period. rin who waits for you to fall asleep first before he can even think of closing his eyes. rin who accepts your interests no matter how strange or mundane they might be. rin who encourages your studies (and always reminds you that he will always provide for you). rin who listens to you no matter what. rin who tries to control his emotions and his tongue when he tries to communicate. rin who holds you and whispers sweet things in your ear, trying his very best to make you feel better if you feel insecure. rin who always says 'i love you' before you went to sleep.

rin was dreamy for the way he was with you.

rin who falls asleep in your arms like a sweet little baby. rin who holds you in his embrace and lulls you to sleep with the sound of his voice and his tender touch. rin who blushes when you call him handsome, pretty or beautiful. rin who gets flustered when you call him sweet pet names. rin who likes wearing matching rings with you so he can feel the imprint of your name on his finger -- and know the imprint of his on yours. rin who truly laughs at your jokes and humour. rin who's actually very talkative and will find himself talking to you for hours without even realizing it. rin who calls you little insults as if they were the most romantic nicknames in the world. rin who uses you as his weight when he works out. rin who carries you around all the time, whether on his shoulders, on his back, or in your arms. rin who loves watching horror movies with your so he can feel you jump and cling to him. rin who hugs you so tightly and buries his face into the crook of your neck after an argument. rin who touched you like you were his goddess. rin who whispers sweet nothings against your skin when it’s you two alone. rin who’s attentive to your needs. rin who includes you and writes you into his plans for the future. rin who listens to every word you say and tries his best to understand, even if he's not the best with emotions. rin who remembers everything about you, the little things and the things that not even you remember. rin who softens with vulnerability and finally allows you to help him bear the weight of his emotions with him.

rin was dreamy for the little things he did.

rin who bites his lip when he's deep in thought. rin who hums when he's in a good mood. rin who swears a lot when he's nervous. rin who counts every freckle and mole on your body when he's cuddling with you. rin who grumbles 'lukewarm' before dropping two dollars into your lukewarm jar. rin who cracks his knuckles in between his work out sets. rin who watches you when you aren't looking out of habit from when he'd been too afraid to confess or acknowledge his feelings for you. rin who checks his lock screen of you right before he goes out onto the field. rin who twists the ring on his finger jealousy when you're talking to one of his overly friendly teammates. rin who clenches his jaw when he gets angry. rin who licks at the blood on his lip whenever he gets injured on the field. rin who pokes his tongue out when he's trying to make his handwriting neat. rin who taps his foot along to the beat of the music he plays in his headphones. rin who twirls his bangs around his finger when he's frustrated with you but doesn't want to tell you why. rin who tightens his arm on you whenever sae's around. rin who slips the words "married" and "wife" accidentally and apologizes immediately out of embarrassment.

rin was dreamy for who he was.

rin who's loyal and protective. rin who's thoughtful and observant. rin who's determined and ambitious. rin who's chaotic, impulsive and honest. rin who looks up to and mimics those he believes in. rin who picks up beliefs, habits and phrases from the people he loves. rin who's passionate, emotional and full of feeling. rin who loves hard enough to hurt himself. rin who loves deeply enough to lose himself. rin who has hopes, wishes and dreams.

rin made the mundane magical. that's what made him so dreamy.

isagi looked at you for a moment longer, noticing the way your eyes lit up suddenly. like any curious person would, he followed the line of your sight until it landed upon the man himself.

shit, maybe itoshi rin was dreamy after all.

itoshi rin who looked back at you with these soft loving teal eyes, the tenderest of smiles lifting his lips, but something was entirely different. it was his aura. when rin looked at you he glowed.

would you look at that?

the bastard could love.

[delta-experiment]

Hey all! It's been a long time!

Delta Experiment first went on indefinite hiatus when Chapter 2 of Deltarune released. Now, Chapters 3 and 4 of Deltarune are out! That's crazy to think about!

I still think about Delta Experiment a lot. (Maybe too much...)

While I was playing through Chapters 3 and 4, it struck me just how many things Delta Experiment correctly predicted (and just how many things I got wrong.) Comparing and contrasting the plans I had made to the finished product has been a very, very interesting experience.

The problem is, I can't really talk about it, because those chapters of Delta Experiment were never released...

So, in honor of Deltarune's newest release (and for the sake of my sanity), I've decided to share the plans of what the future chapters of Delta Experiment were going to be!

I plan on first giving the bare-bones premises of each chapter, and then individually going through one by one and expanding on how certain events and character arcs were going to play out. As I go through, I may also add commentary on how they compare or contrast with the actual release of Deltarune (don't worry, any spoilers would be properly tagged!)

Without any further delay, here's the (very, VERY) simplified outline. Keep in mind, all of these plans were made with only Chapter 1 to go off of!

CHAPTER 3: OUR NEWEST FAMILY MEMBER

In which:

Frisk and "Chris" investigate the skeletons, uncovering the relationships between them (and the fact that Sans, Papyrus and Gaster originally came from another world)

Sans teaches Frisk the ability to sense chroma.

Sans "befriends" your mother.

Asriel and Papyrus bond over their struggles with "Chris" and Gaster, resolving to be patient and grow closer as a family.

Sans receives a phone call from his alternate self.

The Cyan Flower blooms.

CHAPTER 4: BY ANY OTHER NAME

In which:

"Chris," Frisk and Asriel go to church, learning about the human Saints, the history of the Human-Monster war, the legend of the Angel and the Dark Knight.

"Chris" sleepwalks and trashes the house, blaming it on Asriel and getting them grounded.

"Chris", distraught, sneaks out to meet Asgore and thank him properly for helping them while they were living in the alley.

Asgore, sensing they need advice, tells them the story of him and Toriel's relationship, and how it was a lack of honesty that ultimately destroyed it.

"Chris" decides that they're going to try to be more honest from now on, beginning with their identity. Their true name is Chara.

Chara returns to Toriel, explains the situation, and takes the blame for ruining the house.

Asgore still holds a secret.

The Blue Flower blooms.

CHAPTER 5: BALL GAME

In which:

Human exchange students from the city come to Hometown for an annual ball game. The human kids are mean to the monsters, and the monsters form their own team with Jockington as the leader.

Chara's hatred of humans leads to them assaulting one of the other players, getting taken off of the team.

Noelle bravely scores her first-ever goal. Carol doesn't get to see it.

The monsters lose the game, but they proved themselves to be equals through their perseverance.

The Purple Flower blooms.

CHAPTER 6: TOWN HOLIDAY

In which:

Carol sets up the town carnival.

Chara and Asriel help Noelle to win her bake sale competition by selling more gingerbread than little Muffet's spider cookies.

Noelle, grateful, gives Chara a hug. This surprises them.

Meanwhile, Frisk meets a mysterious monster girl from the city who is in town for the carnival. She wins a deck of cards in a game, but ends up dropping them, so Frisk tries to return them to her.

Frisk follows the girl up the mountain, where they accidentally fall down a hole and end up in the Dark World. They experience the carnival from the perspective of the objects, and become good friends.

Frisk learns the girl's name is "Suzy".

They leave the Dark World, and Suzy leaves, asking them not to forget their friendship. They leave the Jack card with Frisk for assurance.

Suzy has seen too much. She is made to forget.

Chara, Asriel and Frisk reminisce about how they used to be enemies, but are now good friends.

The Green Flower blooms.

Chara lets it slip that their full name is "Chara Knightmer." With that knowledge, Gaster places a phone call...

CHAPTER 7: THE TRIAL

In which:

Chara's biological parents come to bring them home. However, there are some pressing concerns regarding their home life, their life in Hometown, and the jurisdiction of the law.

A trial is held to determine whether Chara will stay in Hometown. Carol will preside.

The Yellow Flower blooms.

CHAPTER 8: AN ENDING

In which:

Your actions have consequences.

CHAPTER 8: ANOTHER ENDING

In which:

The experiment is complete.

[manikas-whims]

LADS men + Halloween Costumes

Now with Sylus solo banner upcoming, the possibility of getting a Halloween quad banner is nil. And i’m happy for it cuz this has saved me from making a really bad financial decision 😆

anyways here's some mulling over the LIs costume choices..

SYLUS

Option 1: Vampire

If we consider Sylus’s overall aesthetic, then Vampire is the most obvious choice for him. He can't go out in the daylight for some inexplicable reason; definitely a creature of the night. He has red eyes that glow in the dark. And even during Destiny Café interactions, he playfully sinks his teeth into your palm. No doubt he'd enjoy sinking them more into your neck 🤭

Also like imagine a 5 star Sylus Halloween card where MC begins suspecting Sylus to be a vampire. And the whole card revolves around her trying to collect evidence. Even Luke and Keiran begin to suspect Sylus thanks to MC and the 3 join forces. The card ends with Sylus playfully scolding all of them 😆 and laughing in disbelief, in that deep cadence that he has 😊

Option 2: Demon

Another obvious choice. If not a vampire, then the red eyes and dark aesthetic are also quite befitting for a Demon attire. A very charming demon who lures you into sinning by offering his black card 🤭 and ofcourse you willingly sell your soul to him.

Option 3: Bounty Hunter

You know those charming sorts of outlaws that everyone loves and roots for? Yeah, that would fit so well with Sylus. Especially the steampunk aesthetic. So yeah..a steampunk style, bounty hunter Sylus with an array of weapons strapped all over. He only works solo but will definitely make an exception for you 😌

Option 4: Crow

Unlike the other two, this option involves a big, poofy bird suit. A crow outfit to be specific. And he looks simply adorable in it 🥺 Imagine yourself trying not to laugh as you sneakily take millions of photos of him in this outfit 🤭 while he sneers at you but there's no actual anger behind his gaze.

XAVIER

Option 1: Werewolf

It may sound unusual upon first thought but this will play so well into his overall persona of the “wolf in sheep's clothing” or “wolf in bunny clothing”. He did nibble on your finger and sniffed your scent in the No Restraint card. And I'm damn sure he has a thing for biting and marking. So just imagine him putting on the wolf ears, claws and fangs, and he starts acting more sly than ever, saying he's only playing the part 😉

Option 2: Royalty

Another obvious choice. Xavier is pretty used to this cause he is royalty afterall. So assuming a position of power comes easy to him (remember Floral Blessing?). Maybe some sort of chivalrous and gallant prince because he can easily add his swordplay skills to it. Seeing him regard you as his queen will be a treat sweeter than all the candies 😌

Option 3: Lumiere

You think it's the most hilarious inside joke— Lumiere hiding in plain sight amidst the crowd of Linkon on one night where a large majority would be dressed as their legend. Their hero. Xavier absolutely hates it! And he hates the amount of people he spots in Lumiere costumes. But he'll put it on upon your insistence. Just be ready for the consequences later on cause this man is jealous of his own superhero alter-ego 😭

Option 4: Angel

Xavier with large white wings protruding from his back would be another fitting sight with his overall white/silver aesthetic. Imagine him as your guardian angel, always watching over you, protecting you and trying his best to guide you on the right path, despite his own desires for you.

Option 5: Bunny/Alien

If not the above choices, then some cute/sexy bunny costume (though we've already got our bunny butler). Or a really silly alien costume that somewhat resembles his sticker set. We know he'll look squisher than ever in those 🥺

ZAYNE

Option 1: Mad Scientist

Something similar to Dr. Faustus or Dr. Frankenstein (yeah Frankenstein was NOT the monster but the name of the guy who created the monster..in case some people still don't know 😭). Zayne’s personal goal– his obsession and drive– to keep MC alive is somewhat similar to Dr. Frankenstein’s obsession with unraveling the secrets of life and well..ultimately beating death by bringing someone to life. And Zayne's hunger for knowledge is also similar to that of Dr. Faustus’s who readily sells his soul to the devil in exchange for knowledge.

So yeah..Zayne as a mad scientist, obsessed with knowledge and the drive to keep you alive would be intense 💯/💯

Option 2: Tutor

He'll sigh, take off his glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance, like he always does. But you'll somehow convince him to do it because he's incapable of saying no to you.

It starts as a silly costume idea but the moment you see his legs clad in those unusually tight-fitting slacks and the pointer stick in his hand, you realize you might have a tutor kink and that you wouldn't mind misbehaving cause you'd actually enjoy getting punished by him 🫣

Option 3: Snowman/Penguin

The cute option! Definitely Dr. Carter, Yvonne and his other co-workers coaxed him to put it on for the little kids visiting Akso hospital throughout the week. When you stop by for a scheduled check-up and stumble upon him, you can't help but take loads of pictures of him with the kids 😊

RAFAYEL

Option 1: Merman/Siren

Just like Xavier as Lumiere, Rafayel as a merman on halloween would be such a spectacular inside joke.

At first he'd be offended because the fake tail you bought for him would feel like an insult to the real thing. He would pout and narrow his brows but after your constant cajoling and sweet-talking he'll agree to indulge you. And it's all fun and games until you realize why all those sailors in fiction are so terrified yet turned on at the mere sight of a merman/siren. He'll entice you so easily with his velvety voice 😵‍💫

Option 2: Assassin

Don't fall for his pretty face. Rafayel can be cunning, deceptive and deadly when he wants to be. (in the main story and also as Abysswalker). As such, putting on the attire of an assassin would come easy to him. His charm is as lethal as the numerous daggers he conceals within his clothes. He’ll strike you right in the heart. Can totally imagine him doing finger guns at you 😉

Option 3: Chick

Pouty babie in an adorable chick costume with a beret and paintbrush, like his sticker pack. Imagine him struggling with the bulky costume, trying to waddle towards you in annoyance, demanding you to immediately help him take off the costume. Despite it all, he'd let you hug him and take selfies. He'll hate every minute of it but still pose properly when you take pics 😆

these are just some silly thoughts..what are your costume ideas for each LI 🤔

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[supernotnatural2005]

Hey love! Could I request Dean and wife!reader who have been trying for a baby and reader is finally pregnant and then during some celebratory sex, Dean has a moment where he realizes that he might have a tiny (massive) pregnancy kink? Maybe we can traumatize Sammy with it a little too just for fun

Burning for You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You're pregnant and it's awoken something feral, something instinctual in Dean.

Word count: 4.7k

Prompt: "But you said..."

Warnings/tags: Smut (18+), Canon divergence, 'fix it fic', fluff, pregnancy kink, established relationship. Kind of spoilers?

AN: Okay so I've done a 3 in 1 one with this one!😅 What originally started as inspiration from this gif 👆🏻 by @heytheredeann, then turned into writing up this prompt, which then felt like it would work well with this request too! 😂 This is set during and after the events of 'Carry On'. Yes, another "fix it fic" because, why not? 😂 I hate that ending! But, I hope you enjoy this one @sir-thisisadndserver and also excited to kick off my second @jacklesversebingo card 😁

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“But you said…”

“I know, baby.” You sighed, pausing as you folded a shirt into your duffle. “I promise, once this case is over, we will. Okay?”

Dean didn’t respond right away. When you glanced over at him, you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. He sat on the edge of the desk, head bowed, fingers fidgeting in his lap—like a little boy who’d just been told Disneyland was off the table. No tantrum, just pure, pitiful disappointment.

It was tempting to give in. But this was a decision you both had made—one final hunt, one last job, and then you were done. No more blood-soaked motel rooms, no more chasing monsters in the dead of night, no more wondering if you’d make it back alive.

Just a normal life. A real future. And maybe, just maybe, a family.

You, Dean, Sam—even Eileen—had all agreed. It was time. Let the next generation of hunters take the wheel. You’d earned your way out.

Of course, the universe had a sense of humour, because your last job wasn’t just any hunt. It was pulled straight from John Winchester’s journal—a cold case, buried since 1986.

Akron, Ohio. A family torn apart. The father drained of blood, the mother’s tongue removed, and the kids—vanished. Classic vamp MO, the kind John had chased for years but never managed to put down. Now it had circled back, like some twisted full-circle moment. And it was up to you three to finally put it to an end.

You sighed, taking pity on him and crossed the room, stepping between his legs. You let your arms slide over his shoulders, fingers curling at the nape of his neck, and his hands instinctively found your hips, thumbs stroking the skin just beneath your shirt.

“Look,” you murmured, tilting his chin up. His pout was as ridiculous as it was endearing. “I’m all for trying, I am. And if this is really it, our last hunt, then we’re gonna have all the time in the world to, you know…” You smirked, voice dipping suggestively.

Dean’s eyes lit up instantly, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Oh, hell yes.”

He leaned in, pressing a firm but chaste kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to study you. His fingers tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, then skimmed down to your cheek.

“It is the last one,” he said, voice rough with conviction. His hands squeezed your hips like he needed you to feel it. “I want to stop. I want to do life with you.”

One of his hands then slid lower, resting over your belly where, for months now, he’d been dreaming of something more. A future. A family.

“I wanna make a baby with you.”

Your heart swelled, and your hand came to rest over his. “I want that too.” It left you in a whisper, but the second the words were out, Dean lit up—equal parts awe and that boyish joy that melted you every time.

“So…” he grinned, already pulling you in closer, “why not start now? We’ve got, what—” He flicked his wrist dramatically to check his watch. “Fifteen minutes before we hit the road. And technically, this is our last hunt…”

His eyebrows waggled as his hands slipped down to squeeze your ass, all charm and mischief.

You closed your eyes with a quiet sigh. “You’re impossible.” You huffed humourlessly as you pulled away. “I am not potentially conceiving our child during a quickie, Dean.”

He’d been pestering you for days to ditch the last layer of caution, but you’d held the line. You wanted to be sure—really sure—that this was the end of the road. No more hunting. No more living out of duffels. Just you and Dean, grounded in something real.

“Hey, some of our hottest moments have been on a time crunch, and you know it.” He pointed at you as if daring you to argue.

And honestly? You couldn’t. He had a damn point. Your wedding night, for instance—sinful, passionate, right there in the chapel, until an angry Elvis had chased you both out onto the Las Vegas strip.

But that was beside the point.

“C’mon, I’ll make it worth your while,” he coaxed as he stepped up behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist. His lips ghosted over your neck, trailing to that sensitive spot just below your ear, the one that had you shivering in his arms.

Goddamn it.

Twenty-five minutes later, you slid into the backseat of the Impala, cheeks still warm and hair slightly out of place. Dean climbed behind the wheel, looking like the cat who got the cream—smug, satisfied, and grinning like the devil himself.

Sam was already in the passenger seat, arms crossed, jaw tight. The moment Dean turned the key in the ignition, Sam glanced between the two of you, narrowing his eyes.

First at the faint, fresh bruise on Dean’s neck.  Then at you, subtly tugging your rumpled shirt into place.

And it clicked.

“Guys. Seriously?” Sam exhaled through his nose and shook his head like a disappointed parent.

You bit your lip, fighting back a laugh. Dean didn’t even try.

“What?” he said, full of faux innocence. “I can’t show my girl a little love, but you can have phone sex with Eileen?”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “I—what? I wasn’t—”

“‘Course you weren’t, Sammy.” Dean smirked in triumph, looking far too pleased with himself. He may have accidentally overheard his little brother’s, not-so-innocent, conversation with Eileen over the phone as he passed by his room on the way to you. 

To further prove his point, Dean continued, in a terrible imitation of Sam’s voice, “I can’t wait ‘til I can see your—”

“Dean!”

“Dude!”

You and Sam shouted in unison, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Dean just burst into laughter, the sound echoing as the car pulled out of the garage.

You shook your head, fond and exasperated all at once.

In all the years you’d hunted together—fought monsters, cheated death, faced down the end of the world more times than you could count—some things never changed.

This. Your family. And now, another chapter awaited. One you were looking forward to the most.

All it needed was for the three of you to make it out in one piece. Then, finally, that dream could become reality.

Three months later…

You couldn’t stop picking at the skin on your thumb, nerves fraying with each tiny tear you made. Your leg bounced restlessly, the stiff white paper beneath you crinkling with every tremor, filling the quiet exam room with a sound far too loud in the silence.

It smelled like antiseptic and latex gloves. That sterile scent that clung to medical offices, mingled with the chill of the air conditioning and the hum of fluorescent lighting above. Your palms were clammy and your mouth tasted like metal.

The door was closed, but every creak in the hallway made your breath catch in your throat.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, willing your heart to slow down, to stop pounding against your ribcage like it was trying to escape. It didn’t work. It never did. Especially without him.

The gentle knock came a moment later, and you startled slightly before forcing a smile as the nurse reentered the room. Her scrubs were a soft lavender, her badge clipped to her chest. Julia, RN.

“Sorry about the wait,” she offered, voice light as she moved toward the counter to update something in the chart. “Dr. Harlow’s busy with another patient. So I’ll be doing your ultrasound today.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. Her practiced small talk filled the air like a balm—something to distract you from the gnawing anxiety. You let her ask the usual questions: last menstrual cycle, any spotting, morning sickness. You answered automatically, a little detached, but you caught her eyes flickering to the empty chair beside you.

You saw it—the subtle flicker of sympathy before she masked it again with professionalism, and you cleared your throat trying to stay composed.

“Will I... will I see anything yet?”

“Depending on how far along you are, yes,” she said gently. “We will be able to detect the heartbeat, too.”

You hesitated. “Can you tell if it’s a boy or girl?”

She gave you a soft smile, probably used to all these questions. “Not until around 18 to 20 weeks. But if you’re about twelve weeks, we should get a good look at the gestational sac, yolk sac, and your baby.”

Twelve weeks. You’d done the math a dozen times already. Calculating to the day you’d left for your last hunt three months ago. Where Dean had seduced you right before. Ironically, you’re certain that ‘quickie’ is what knocked you up in the first place. 

Dean.

Your eyes drifted to the door and you blinked quickly, instead focusing Julia’s instruction to unbutton your jeans and tug your top up beneath your bra line. You did as she asked, shivering slightly as the cold of the exam room kissed your skin. 

“This’ll be a little cold,” Julia warned, twisting the cap off the bottle of coupling gel.

Just as she lifted the tube, the exam room door clicked open.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” came a breathless voice—his voice. “Damn roadworks blocked off half the street. I had to park three blocks away and run the rest.”

Dean was flushed, chest rising and falling with each breath, a faint sheen on his forehead. He moved straight to your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple before easing into the chair beside the exam bed.

Your hand reached for him instantly and he caught it without hesitation, wrapping both of his hands around yours, lifting your knuckles to his lips for a quick kiss.

Julia paused, arching a brow as she looked between the two of you. “I take it this is the father?”

Dean gave a crooked grin. “Well, I sure hope so.” You smacked his arm lightly, and he let out a playful hiss.

Julia chuckled under her breath and resumed her position beside the ultrasound machine, gliding the gel tube across your belly and dispensing a generous amount on your skin. You hissed slightly at the sudden chill, muscles tensing.

“Alright, let’s take a look,” she murmured, lifting the transducer probe and pressing it gently against the gel.

The machine beeped softly as she began her sweep, shifting the probe at various angles, the monitor flickering with black-and-white static before resolving into grainy anatomical structures. She adjusted the gain and depth on the control panel with quick, practiced movements, her eyes scanning the screen.

Dean leaned in instinctively, his brow knit with quiet intensity, both of his hands still wrapped tightly around yours. His thumb stroked over your knuckles—slow, nervous, steadying. You could feel the tension vibrating through him. Neither of you were breathing properly.

The room stilled.

Just the soft hum of the machine and the rhythmic taps of Julia’s fingers on the keyboard filled the silence.

Then—

“Right there,” she said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She angled the screen toward you both, her hand still steady on the probe. “That’s the gestational sac. And see that little oval inside? That’s the yolk sac.”

You both leaned forward, eyes locked on the image, as she adjusted the probe slightly, changing the angle.

“And here,” she continued, pressing a few more keys, “is your baby. Measuring around 12 weeks. Everything looks perfect.”

Dean’s grip on your hand tightened as if grounding himself. You could feel him trembling ever so slightly.

Then with a few more taps, the sound came—soft and crackling at first, then unmistakable.

Womp womp womp.

“There’s the heartbeat,” Julia said with a warm smile. “153 beats per minute. Nice and strong.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.

There on the screen was the tiniest flicker of life. A rhythm. A pulse. A flutter of motion in a shape no bigger than a lime, with arms and legs now starting to form—so tiny, but so perfectly human. A miracle, unmistakable, undeniable. It was real. Yours. A heartbeat separate from your own, yet part of you. A miracle forming inside you.

Your chest ached, breath caught somewhere between awe and disbelief.

Dean was completely still beside you, his thumb frozen on your skin. When you looked over at him, your throat tightened.

His eyes were wide and wet, his jaw clenched as though he was holding back everything he was feeling—but it was there. Every ounce of emotion was written all over his face. He looked like he was seeing the world for the first time.

Julia printed the sonogram photos and gave you some paper towels to wipe the gel from your stomach, all the while murmuring about your follow-ups and OB appointments before she stepped out for a moment.

Silence settled over the room again, and you both looked down at the black-and-white strip in your hands. Dean reached for it first, holding it so delicately between his fingers like it might crumble if he breathed too hard.

“That’s… ours,” he whispered, voice cracking around the edges. “We made that.”

A tear slipped down your cheek with a quiet sniffle and before you could wipe it away, Dean turned to you, cupping your face gently in both hands. His thumbs brushed across your cheeks, catching the tears before they could fall any further. His eyes shimmered with unshed emotion, the vulnerability in them something you rarely saw—raw and unguarded.

The moment was made more intense for the fact you’d almost lost him on that hunt. A few more inches to the left and he would've had a rebar shaped hole in his heart. Could you imagine how ridiculous that would’ve been? 

“I love you,” he breathed and your heart swelled to the point of pain, your lips parting on a breath. 

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your voice thick and trembling.

Dean leaned in and kissed you softly—slow, reverent, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into that one touch. Your hand tangled in his flannel as you kissed him back, your foreheads resting together as the kiss broke.

Then you both looked back down at the sonogram again. Two pairs of eyes locked on the tiny life that was half him, half you. A piece of each of you growing into something whole.

Excitement blended with your nerves for what came next. For the journey you were about to take—together.

By the time you made it back to the bunker, the emotional buzz hadn’t worn off. If anything, it had only deepened, sinking into your chest like warmth after a long cold spell.

Sam and Eileen were already up, rounding the corner at the sound of you and Dean descending the steps. Miracle was right behind them, tail wagging like he sensed the joy radiating off you both.

Eileen’s face lit up as soon as she saw you, her hands already moving. “So?” she signed eagerly, her smile wide with anticipation.

You couldn’t help the grin that pulled at your lips as you reached into your bag and handed both her and Sam their own copies of the sonogram. Your fingers trembled slightly, the moment sinking in all over again.

Eileen gasped softly, lifting a hand to her mouth as her eyes scanned the blurry black and white photo. Tears welled in her eyes almost instantly. She looked up at you, her gaze shining. “It’s real,” she signed with a shaky laugh. “You’re really having a baby.”

You nodded, lips wobbling as you fought back a fresh wave of tears—only to lose the battle completely when Sam looked up at you, his eyes already glassy.

“This is… wow, I don’t even know what to say,” Sam breathed, laughing a little as he shook his head. He then pulled you into a careful hug, one arm around your shoulders, the other hand cradling the back of your head. 

He kissed your hair before stepping back, visibly choked up. “I’m so happy for you both.” He said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

Then he turned to Dean, and the brothers embraced briefly, but it was more than the usual back-pat—it lingered, unspoken gratitude. Dean’s eyes looked a little misty when he pulled away, but he just cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck.

Eileen was already pulling you into her arms, sniffling softly against your shoulder. “You’re going to be amazing,” she signed when she stepped back, voice trembling as she spoke it aloud.

The celebration that followed was cozy, full of soft laughter and teasing. Dean poured a round of whiskey—apple juice for you—and you couldn’t help but grumble about your temporary drinking ban. But truthfully, you didn’t feel like you were missing out. Not tonight.

By the time the excitement had settled, it was late and you were exhausted. You and Dean said your goodnights, and headed down the hall to your room hand in hand. But the moment your bedroom door shut behind you, Dean turned and pressed you gently against it.

His mouth was on yours before you could catch your breath, his hands threading into your hair, tilting your head just right as he kissed you deep, slow, like he needed you to feel what words couldn’t say.

Your surprised squeak turned into a soft sigh, your hands finding the back of his head, fingers curling in the short hair there. His mouth moved against yours with aching tenderness, stealing your breath as easily as he always did.

“You’re really pregnant,” he murmured against your lips, voice thick with awe. Like seeing it on the ‘big screen’ solidified it. “We’re really doing this.”

You nodded, heart thudding as you cupped his scruffy jaw. “We are.”

He kissed you again—softer this time—and then, without warning, bent to lift you into his arms. You gasped and instinctively clung to his shoulders as he grinned, carrying you across the room like it was the easiest thing in the world.

He laid you down like you were something delicate, something precious. His lips brushed your forehead, your cheek, and then he kissed you again—slower, but with simmering heat.

Then he trailed down. Along your neck. Across your collarbone. He pushed up your shirt, his rough hands gentle as they skimmed along your skin, and pressed soft kisses down your stomach.

There was the faintest bump, only a hint of life growing inside you, and he paused at your navel, hands cradling your hips, thumbs moving in slow circles.

“That’s our kid in there,” he whispered, voice rough and reverent. “Our baby.”

Your fingers threaded into his hair, heart pounding as you looked down at him. The look on his face nearly undid you—pure awe, disbelief… and something else. Something darker. Needier. Hungrier.

Dean froze, staring at you like the air had been knocked clean out of his lungs—eyes wide, pupils blown.

“What?” you whispered, breath catching in your throat.

He let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh and dragged a hand down his face. “I don’t know, I just—” He shook his head, voice dropping, eyes darkening. “The idea of you carrying my kid? It’s so damn hot.”

You blinked, caught off guard for a second—then grinned. “Yeah?”

“I’m serious,” he rasped, voice low and rough as he slid back up your body, his gaze locked on yours, all heat and hunger. “You’ve always been sexy, sweetheart, but now?” His hand came to rest on your belly, possessive and tender all at once. “Knowing you're mine… and that you’re carrying my baby? That��s—fuck, that’s next level.”

He groaned as he kissed your jaw, your cheek, your mouth—like he was trying to devour you piece by piece.

Your breath hitched at the sheer intensity in his voice, the look in his eyes like you were something holy. Then your mouth met his in a crash of heat and urgency, and he answered with equal fervor—like something inside him had just snapped loose.

You tugged him closer, breath hitching as his hands gripped your waist, his body pressing into yours like he couldn’t stand a second of space between you.

You were both surprised by it—that sudden, burning need. But the more it sank in, that you were carrying his child, something primal flared to life in him. It rewired everything. Made him want to claim you all over again.

It wasn’t just lust—it was need. Raw, instinctive, protective. It was a part of him he hadn’t even known existed, But now, now it was fully awake.

And it had only just begun.

One month later…

You and Dean were curled up on the couch in the ‘cave’, the flickering images of an old action movie dancing on the TV screen, but neither of you were paying much attention to it. 

Dean’s body was pressed flush against yours from behind, the heat between you simmering as he slowly moved inside you, his large hand splayed possessively across your belly—now rounder, more pronounced as your pregnancy progressed.

Your leggings and panties were long forgotten on the floor. Dean’s jeans and boxers were shoved haphazardly down to his knees, giving him just enough freedom to move inside you with that torturous, maddening pace—slow, deep, controlled. His cock dragged against your walls in that way that made your toes curl, made you arch back against him for more, always more.

“Fuck,” he rasped against your skin, voice low and reverent, “you feel so fuckin’ good like this. So full, baby.”

His lips grazed your neck, then your shoulder, kissing and nipping every inch he could reach while still moving inside you. His breath was hot and uneven, his mouth trailing along the shell of your ear as he rocked into you again, the thick heat of him stretching you open like he belonged there—because he did. God, he did.

And still, that hand never left your belly.

It was possessive. Proud. Worshipful. Like he couldn’t quite believe you were his—like he needed the physical reminder that you carried something he’d made.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers digging into the couch cushions for purchase as your body trembled. You could feel him twitch inside you, thick and throbbing, pushing deeper with every roll of his hips. His other hand slid beneath you, rough and greedy, cupping your swollen breasts, teasing your sensitive nipple with a practiced touch that made your back arch and a strangled cry escape your throat.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he whispered, grinning against your skin. “You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you? Wrapped around me, nowhere to go…”

“Yes,” you breathed, whimpering as your body tightened around him again, helpless to the sensation. “God, Dean…”

You pushed back against him, chasing that edge, chasing him, needing it—needing him. The friction was heaven, his cock dragging slow and hard inside you, until you were right on the verge of—

The door creaked.

“Hey, I grabbed those chips you were—OH MY GOD.”

The sound of Sam’s voice cracked through the haze like a gunshot.

You both froze. For one hilarious, horrifying second, and then with a gasp, you scrambled for the blanket Dean had kicked to the floor after his wandering hands had convinced you to let him fuck you right here on the couch. 

“Are you serious?” Sam exclaimed, hands flying to his face in an attempt to block his view, but it was clear he’d already seen far too much.

Your face went up in flames. You scrambled to yank the blanket up over you both, heart hammering in your chest. Dean didn’t even flinch—he just let out a low, unbothered scoff like his little brother had interrupted a commercial break, not mid-fucking.

“Don’t be jealous, Sammy,” Dean drawled with a smirk, voice thick with satisfaction. “One day you’ll knock up Eileen and then you’ll get it.”

“Dean!” you gasped, horrified, smacking his thigh as your eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh my God.”

Dean just chuckled, the sound deep and smug, like he was proud of getting caught. You practically shrivelled into the couch, trying to disappear into the cushions as Sam let out a dramatic groan, turned on his heel, and slammed the door behind him like he’d just witnessed a crime.

Dean snorted. “Damn kid needs to learn to knock.”

You covered your face with both hands, mortified, still curled up in Dean’s arms as the aftershock of the interruption pulsed through you. “Dean,” you groaned, voice muffled behind your palms. “This is the communal room.”

Dean just shook his head, utterly unbothered, and gently peeled your hands away from your face. “Hey,” he murmured, eyes soft with amusement as he looked down at you. “You weren’t complainin’ a minute ago.”

You tried to glare at him, but it faltered when he leaned in and kissed your burning cheek, then your jaw, then your lips—slow and deep, like he wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

“Whose side are you on, sweetheart?” he hummed against your mouth.

You opened your mouth to retort, but it turned into a shaky breath when his hand slid down again, settling right over your belly with that same heavy, grounding pressure. Possessive. Reverent.

And then you felt him.

Still hard. Still inside you. Still twitching.

The heat flooded back like a wave, washing out the embarrassment and replacing it with a low, simmering ache. You shifted, breath catching as you clenched around him involuntarily.

Dean felt it too.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned, a crooked smile pulling at his lips. “Yeah... I’m definitely not done.”

And just like that, your argument disappeared. Along with any thought of Sam—or the damn chips.

You couldn’t help it.

Sam had become an unfortunate, unintended witness to this very new phase of your relationship with Dean—one that involved a whole lot more skin, a whole lot less shame, and a very inconvenient inability to keep your hands off each other.

Since finding out you were pregnant, something had shifted in him. Desire had always been a part of your relationship, but now… now it was constant. Insatiable. Like some primal instinct had flipped inside him. He touched you with a reverence that bordered on obsession. It wasn’t just sex anymore—it was possessive, protective, feral.

This wasn’t some generic “pregnancy kink.” No, this was Dean losing his mind because you were carrying his child. The thought alone seemed to short-circuit something in him.

And honestly? You were just as wrecked. Yes, you’d been mortified more than once—especially by Sam’s increasingly bad luck—but at the same time, it turned you on beyond belief. The way Dean made you feel, like you were the most beautiful, most desired woman in the world. It made your body hum.

Unfortunately for Sam, that devotion came with side effects.

Take a couple of mornings ago, when you were making pancakes, for instance. You’d opted for a pair of loose shorts despite the bunker’s steady chill, thanks to another hot flash, but it was enough to drive Dean out of his goddamn mind. Your body was changing—hips a little wider, breasts heavier, ass just a little more plush—and Dean worshipped every new curve like it was the first time he was seeing you.

He’d come up behind you at the stove, his hands spreading over your stomach with that now-familiar, possessive touch. His hips pressed into your backside, already hard, already needy. His mouth found your neck, and his fingers slipped beneath your waistband, teasing your soaked folds like he had all the time in the world.

You’d barely gasped his name when Sam walked in—right as Dean slid a thick finger inside you.

Poor bastard hadn’t even gotten to the coffee pot.

And then there was the library. After dinner. Dean, completely unprovoked, hauled you up onto the nearest table and sank to his knees, muttering about wanting ‘his dessert’. You’d barely managed to stifle your cries when Eileen walked in, book in hand, and promptly turned on her heel like she'd never been there.

You tried to be discreet. Truly. But Dean didn’t care. Hell, he seemed proud when someone caught a glimpse of just how thoroughly he worshipped you.

And as mortifying as it all was, deep down… You loved it.

You loved him.

This time in your life could’ve been scary. Lonely. Uncertain. But Dean had made it something else entirely. He made it intimate. Raw. Beautiful. He made you feel like a goddess, like you were his whole damn universe—and he wanted the world to know it.

So maybe Sam had to suffer through a few mental scars. Maybe Eileen was avoiding eye contact for a while.

But as Dean curled around you again on that couch, hand warm and protective on your belly, still deep inside you, his lips brushing against your cheek like he’d never get enough—

Yeah.

You figured it was a price worth paying.

AN: Okay, so this was a new one for me, I've never been pregnant so most of this is research or from my friend. Plus shout out to all you moms out there, I know this isn't entirely accurate, but if I had me a Dean like this 😮‍💨. Let me know what you thought, and again thank you for the ask @sir-thisisadndserver, I hope this is what you were hoping for ❤️

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[twstgameplay]

[JP] 5th Anniversary / Blazing Jewel ～Listen to Our Songs!～

March 10th 17:00 - March 28th 14:59 (JST)

Twisted Wonderland’s 5th Anniversary Campaign has begun! Alongside the new features, there is a simultaneous event story Blazing Jewel with which there is an SSR Grim summoning banner, as well as rerun banners for the CH 7 SSR cards!

Information found below:

NEW FEATURES

Blazing Jewel ～Listen to Our Songs!～

Mission Info

Stamp Card Info

Shop Info

NEW FEATURES

We’ll be getting the following new functions:

Part 1 (beginning 10 Mar):

Self-study: Earn mats, honey, and other lesson rewards without spending AP in a new idle lesson. Additional cumulative missions have been added to the missions tab for the self-study lessons. A student taking self-study can take other lessons, but not another self-study course. Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Rollo, and Fellow are not available for this session

Material Conversion: Spend Madol/Thaumarks to convert mats, but only within the same color. Find the menu for this on the Settings page on the Home Screen, then select Conversion. Materials can be converted in either direction of rarity.

Event Recall: Previous events that have already gone to the Event Recall that had voiceovers on the title, or character voice lines for the event have been added to the Event Recall for the following events: Scary Monsters I and II, Glorious Masquerade, Playful Land, Sam's New Year Sale (2022-2024). The following events will be added to Event Recall: Sam's New Year Sale 2024, 4th Anniversary, Port Fest, Playful Land, Tamashina Minha.

Other Changes

Characters can be viewed in their entirety via the Home Screen.

All chats will now be voiced.

Rhythmic DEMO can now be played without the scores/buttons in the way.

Crowley/Crewel/Trein now have Alchemy classes

Lesson Speed can now be set to x2

The Memory Shop now has available the backgrounds available during the events that are available in Event Recall.

Staff Profiles have been updated.

Certain event items can now be sold.

AP limit has been increased to 60.

Friend limit increased.

EXP increased from Special Lessons.

A chapter list and synopsis has been added to the Main Stories.

On the Max Card Info page, the buddy bonuses have been added for easy viewing.

Part 2 (Beginning 14 Mar):

Trouble Voice Lines: The lines that are spoken during the fights in the Guest Room will change depending on who they are fighting. The Trouble lines that had been used before will be available to view in the character album. This will not affect Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Rollo, or Fellow.

Other Changes:

There will be new Gift Items available in the Guest Room.

Outfit furniture has been added for School Uniform, PE Uniform, Ceremonial Robes, Labwear, and Dorm Uniform. These unlock as specific room ranks.

New BGM have been added for the Guest Room.

Part 3 (Beginning 18 Mar):

New Cumulative Missions: Missions regarding cards/lessons/exams will be added to the Missions tab.

Blazing Jewel ～Listen to Our Songs!～

Play through the event and collect Honey Lemon, Music Medals, and Blazing Medals. Clear Rhythmics and Challenges on the map to gain materials to trade in the shop.

The Story will drop one episode at a time, for each dorm in an unknown order.

Episode 1: March 10th, 17:00 (Scarabia)

Episode 2: March 12th, 0:00 (Ignihyde)

Episode 3: March 14th, 0:00 (Octavinelle)

Episode 4: March 16th, 0:00 (Savanaclaw)

Episode 5: March 18th, 0:00 (Diasomnia)

Episode 6: March 20th, 0:00 (Pomefiore)

Episode 7: March 22nd, 0:00 (Heartslabyul)

Mission Info

Stamp Info

Click on the Stamp Icon on the bottom left of the Event Page, there will be a total of 2 Stamp Cards.

The first stamp card only goes until March 17th, 23:59 (JST), so pay attention to the time limit.

The second stamp card only goes from March 18th 00:00 (JST) to March 28th, 14:59 (JST), so pay attention to the time limit.

Event Item Gacha Info

Use Blazing Medals to roll in the Event Item Gacha, which can be found on the Event Homescreen. Blazing Medals can be gotten by doing the special event lessons. 100 Blazing Medals = 1 roll on the Item Gacha. At 10 and 20 rolls, you'll get a tenfold summon for SSR Crowley RERUN banner! The following items may show up in the Item Gacha:

Memory Medals

Starshards (S/L)

Sunshards L

Honey (M/L)

Grimoires

Textbooks

Notepads

Herb Tea (M/L)

Madol

Shop Info

In Sam's Shop, you'll find the following shops:

Honey Lemon Shop

Honey Lemon are obtained while running through the event story challenges.

Music Medal Shop

Music Medals are obtained via Collect Battles.

Anniversary Medal Shop

Anniversary Medals are obtained by pulling/rolling on the Anniversary Showcase.

You get 1 medal per roll (10-roll = 10 medals), so you’ll need to roll 100 times to grab that beautiful Anniversary Magical Key and 150 rolls to get the Limited Rerun SSR Magical Key and choose any of the already released Birthday Boy SSRs, Union Birthday SSRs, and Event Rerun SSRs.

Magical Key (Anniversary) Shop

The Magical Key (Anniversary) Shop has a list of all Dorm Uniform, Birthday Boy, Birthday Jacket, Bloom Birthday, and Platinum Jacket SSR Cards. Keep in mind that you can only pick one from the Magical Key (Anniversary) Shop

Magical Key (Limited Run SSR) Shop

The Magical key (Limited Run SSR) Shop has Event Rerun SSR cards that have been added to the Event Recall. Rollo is also available. Keep in mind that you can only pick one from the Magical Key (Limited Run SSR) Shop

Magical Key (Limited Run SR) Shop

The Magical key (Limited Run SR) Shop has Event Rerun SR cards that have been added to the Event Recall. Keep in mind that you can only pick two from the Magical Key (Limited Run SR) Shop

Anniversary Pack (Paid Gems) Shop

For 200 Paid Gems, you can get a pack with the following:

1 Magical Key (10-Set)

10 Starshards L

10 of each elemental Grimoire

20 of each elemental Textbook

100,000 Madol

Anniversary Pack (Gems) Shop

Other Anniversary Packs are available in the usual Gem Shop. The Complete Mats pack is available for 200 gems, and the Honey XL is available for 100 gems. Every other pack is available for 50 gems.

[theladybrownstarot]

Pick-A-Card: What kind of healing are you being called up for ?

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✧ Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 , let's begin with your reading :

˖⁺‧₊˚ Okay before I begin with your reading I heard word "sky" - might be related to freedom in some way . It could be possible that you or someonelse restricted your freedom to move ahead in life or might be feeling so stuck currently but you don't need to because you need to remember that control is in your hand only if your realise. So , here you are being called up for own power healing . For some of you I see healing from an emotional loss of someone or something close to you. For some of you it is about some sort of disappointment that you are holding on now even . You might be among those who don't show their emotions or express similarly you hide yourself from people but you don't need to ,okay ? The healing you need to do is not dependent or needs someone else rather you or we can say your inner wisdom needs to be used to enlighten yourself also you are being told not to become hopeless because you lost something precious because in our life we are blessed to have many things that needs our attention and care as they are precious too so see high commando !

✧ Pile 2.

Namaste pile 2 , let's begin with your reading :

˖⁺‧₊˚ Hey people are you Into monster movies or horror movies even sci- fic ? I felt so while I was doing your reading. Don't consume a lot of negative content because it's not for our mental health okay ? At same time don't be grumpy most of the time just take a chill pill. Now If we talk about what kind of healing you need to do is regarding your work or skill development . I sense that you might not be using your potential properly in things or it could be that you are utilising your skills in the right manner or right things because of which you are lacking behind and that's what keeping your frustrated and stuck . So , you are being called up to settle down somewhere to calm your mind and introspect for same . This healing will actually help you rise up among your peers or enviroment you are in also that you got a great motive behind and you are set to achieve something high so if you saw this reading this is a call to halt those who halt you !

✧ Pile 3

Namaste pile 3 , let's begin with your reading :

˖⁺‧₊˚ Okay, I sense that you took some decision but now it's not going as what you thought or believed it to be like rather opposite of it because of which you are mentally suffering and that's what you need to heal . I'm sensing that you are unnecessarily speeding up things or going very harshly and that's what you need to heal why because this thing of going fast and harshly will leave more painful wounds then marks on you and I don't want to see that for sure ! I'm sensing that you need to travel and go outside rather than Staying at one place because this promote your healing and bring your some good luck and wait I heard word "golden" too soo travel is gonna be a gem for you . You are being called up to ground your energies and heal them up so also to free yourself from all bandages you are in . That's it pile 3 . Don't hurry be slow for some time! Nothing is going to go out of hand .

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[the-griffons-saddlebag]

🎁 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁!⁠ [10/14] This content has been generously donated by NAME to be shared while The Griffon's Saddlebag takes a vacation! Please support these creators and their excellent content!⁠ ⁠ Related downloads are available *for free* through the link in my Vacation highlighted story! ⁠ ___⁠ ⁠ The Fluffy Folio creates whimsical monsters and magical critters that always inspire delight. They're also make the occasional magic item (especially potions), for those of you looking for even more magic items. Monsters from the Fluffy Folio are always a joy to read, and are sure to bring a smile to your face.⁠ ⁠ Grab the PDF on the Patreon page (in the Highlighted Vacation Story!)⁠ ___⁠ ⁠ Homebrew⁠ Tiny ooze, unaligned⁠ ⁠ The homebrew is a quite peculiar blend of acidic ooze, creamy texture and spicy spirits. Of course, it was the most favored one of Tisdor Dwindleteeth III who wasn’t only a skillful necromancer but also a keen connoisseur of aromatic roasts and complex flavors. And he was best friends with Herzeleide – at least for a brief period of time. Her passionate approach to eccentric cuisine combined with his likewise peculiar knowledge of the macabre magic set the cornerstone for Herzeleide’s highly regarded ″The Twinkling Twiddletoad″…and flooded the streets, counters and tables of Falbheim with homebrews for all tastes.⁠ ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for as little as $3 a month!

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than noodles

That, my good friend, is a matter of taste.

Anyway, vehicle crew costs are too low so I made big ones

The vast majority of crew costs are 3 or less. I'm pretty sure the reason why crew costs are so low is because a vehicle would have to be really good to justify a high crew cost, but making a vehicle significantly stronger than its mana cost would normally allow probably causes gameplay problems or something idk, so vehicles typically end up in a middle zone where they have low crew costs and are somewhat stronger than their mana cost would allow.

My way of making higher crew costs was to add enters-the-battlefield effects to the vehicles; by giving them extra value outside of their use as a creature, it justifies giving the creature part a worse cost-benefit ratio. Thus, a high crew cost for a creature that's only somewhat stronger than its mana cost would allow.

Honestly giving a vehicle a high crew cost is also dangerous just because the player might be totally unable to pay it. Especially since by spending mana and a card playing a vehicle, they DIDN'T get to spend that on a real creature. That's why I stuck to crew 4-5. Except for the Excavator Dreadnought, where I just went all-out.

[moonveiltarot]

How Do You Intimidate Your Haters?

Okayyy let's go! As usual, pick the image you're drawn to for your reading. Only take what applies. This is not advice and I am not a professional. You can change anything by manifesting what you prefer. You are a beautiful soul. I use my unpublished bratz oracle deck. Entertainment only.

Profanity.

Minors do not interact or read.

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This should be juicy!

Sorry for the het terms, it's just what naturally came out, please use the pronouns that fit if it resonates with you

"Bitches want you to compete with them so bad. Bitch it's YOU against YOU & you're still losing! LEAVE ME ALONE."

Songs: Miss Possessive - Tate McRae // Exes - Tate McRae

Cards: Monster. Victim. Power Couple. Femme Fatale. Innocent. Hometowns. The Intellectual. Daydreamer. Tattletale. The Moon. Leap of Faith.

The "leap of faith" card looks like it has been chewed up and spit out. Considering the other cards, I'm getting the vibe that someone misunderstood the assignment. While you, pile 1, understood it very well.

You are perfect at playing the role of an innocent bystander or a harmless person, but someone made a mistake and saw what you were capable of. You have your haters saying you a split personality because, whatever they did to push you over the edge was enough to make your nice girl facade disappear. Immediately, they saw the horrors that lurk within and do NOT want to experience it again.

Some of you may have been in a situation where you were innocent and acted like "bait" just to expose someone's true colors. It worked. Your haters are watching and waiting for you to slip up and show them your ugly side, but they will never see it. They are too scared to provoke you to that point.

Whatever the situation was, it made you stronger. You know how to play the role strategically and get your way, whatever that means.

You probably have an ex saying you're crazy and they may actually have gotten a new partner to believe you are crazy. The truth is, you are fucking crazy when you have to be. They could never get you out of character though.

In fact, you probably staged a situation so your ex would harm or abuse you in a way that you could finally record it or get them to do it in front of someone, so you would be believed. Even though you may have strategized to exploit this side to them, they had already been this way to you. You did what you had to. And that is incredibly badass, to be honest.

Now, their reputation is ruined and yours? Glowing! Because you are a venus fly trap, darling. So alluring, so easy to get one over on, but wait! You were two steps ahead the whole time? And now everyone who tried to set you up essentially failed and now everyone's looking at them crazy.

2. "The 'loser' in you is so loud."

Songs: The Boy Is Mine - Ariana Grande // Von Dutch - Charli XCX

Cards: Gifts. Self Care. Victim. F*ck-Boi. Saboteur. King of cups. 6 of Cups. Knight of Swords. 3 of Swords. 6 of Swords.

Oof. Somebody, a little pathetic player, tried to come between you and your boo. You have something solid already and they really thought they could steal your partner away?? Or steal you from your partner? If that's not the case, this is an ex who is comparing themself to your new relationship.

He knows this King of Cups is "big daddy" vibes because he can see that you are being treated the way you always should have been. Flowers, dates, romance, love. You're being cherished and valued. You are up-leveling yourself and have more offers.

This man-child is feeling like a real clown. They are embarrassed and feel like they aren't up to your standards anymore. This loser from the past is really plotting to or heavily fantasizing about home wrecking.

They are taking your boundaries personally (their problem). What a creep.

Your new person probably victimized them or bullied them in some way. Ngl, that made me laugh. Imagine your new partner bullying your toxic ex and just walking away. lmao

Anyway, you could also be victimizing them. It is breaking their heart, if you were wondering. They are crying all the time about it, but won't let you see. Unless they are one of those toxic, whiny crazy ones. Yikes.

Played the player, pile 2. Now that your energy is going to yourself, this op can't stand it.

3. "Why fight a b*tch when you're already beating her in life?"

Songs: American Beauty - Nessa Barrett

Cards: Queen of Swords. Ace of Cups. 6 of Swords. The Moon. Queen of Wands. 3 of Wands. Cheater, Cheater. Baddie. Blocked. Divine Couple. Trophy Wife. Rabbit hole.

You are incredibly gorgeous. Your haters don't trust their partners around you. They know their partners talk in the group chat about how hot you are. They know their partner would love to spend with you or talk to you. It's giving "fan / simp" energy. They know their partner doesn't simp for them like they do for you.

This is kind of sad … They have insecurities. They probably had to block you because of how beautiful you are. That or they had their man block you.

On the other hand, once you find out men in your DMs have someone you cut them off cold. This makes them feel a certain type of way.

They get obsessive and stalkerish, though mostly they just search for you online with no intent to harm you. The "cold cut-off" is what does it. They like that little bitchy side you have.

Your haters are the men who can't get you to cheat with them. You are the kind of woman bad boys want on their arm. You make them simp for you and meanwhile they are stringing along some "good girl" who has never been used like this before.

You are the woman every man wants. While you have a hood-side to you, you've got that under wraps.

You are polished, well put together, on top of your shit, could be an entrepreneur or witch (idk, don't ask me it just came through) and that badass side to you is simmering just beneath your carefully curated surface. You are polite and diplomatic.

Let's be honest here, you are the prize. Men view you as what they really want vs their current woman who is just a placeholder.

You may deal with guy friends blocking you out of nowhere. This is their women blocking you when they find out their man was in your DMs or was even your friend.

You're at the top of the "sexual desire" hierarchy. You are considered an accomplished person who looks very attractive. You literally could have your pick of anyone on the planet. Men / fans / simps / women / anyone who you attract can get a little delusional and sick about you.

They might spend hours and hours of their day just spaced out fantasizing about a real life with you. They could end up neglecting their own life because of how much they think about you.

This is their problem with you. You win. They literally can't fucking compete. Cheerleader, prom queen, pageant queen … you name it. You're considered gorgeous and accomplished by many.

To be honest, no one likes to feel that all of the love and nurturing they poured into someone will go out the window the moment they think they have a chance with you. Nobody.

The partners of these "fans" feel beneath you and it hurts them, it cuts deep, that if you chose to take their man they'd be helpless and have to sit there and watch their life walk away. The fact that you aren't evil makes it worse for them because then they have to sit on pins and wondering if you'd ever actually do it.

Their chest aches when they go to sleep, they cry themselves to sleep sometimes beside the same partner who waits until they think their girl is asleep then goes on their phone and looks at pics or vids of you.

You could have one ex who watched your come up from a distance and can't reach you now, but is longing for you despite having a family and maybe even kids.

They desire you, but do they even have what it takes to stand beside you? They just objectify you and it's sickening how they act. If they are blocked, good. If not, they can die mad just watching from the sidelines.

Some of these people / your ex (whichever scenario resonates) believe strongly you were supposed to be their wifey/hubby/partner for life. Their dream partner. Their partner in crime. They think they would gain the world if you were by their side. They want the lifestyle that comes with having a beautiful woman like you.

4. "People do weird sh*t, then go to a weirdo to get it validated."

Songs: Leah Kate - Get In Loser // F U Anthem - Leah Kate // Leaving This World Behind - Starset Cards: Spoiled Brat. Anger Issues. Hidden Enemy. Divine Feminine. Mentor. 2 of Pentacles. Page of Wands. 5 of Cups. 8 of Swords. Queen of Swords. The lovers.

I'm picking up a clown show. This isn't the kind of fuckery that makes me cringe or want to bully said "clowns." It's cute. It makes me giggle.

Anyway, because you are attractive, you have a "player" in his head. You confuse him. You're free spirited and just do your own thing. Like a manic pixie dream girl meets a meathead who is actually goofy and cute. He's kind of an asshole though.

He sees you living your life after he did something mean and is spiraling a bit. Good leave him there. You're not going to like what I have to say probably, but you're in love with each other. You both are "players," not quick to get attached or anything. Living your life just for you and having as much fun as possible.

This person is in their head. Why did their games not work on you? If they bullied you, why in the Hell did it not work on you?

Like, they literally asked someone if doing "insert their stupid action" was a good idea and that person was dismissive as fuck, but it went over your person's head. "Yeah…" was pretty much the response and for some reason that's the only validation your person needed.

They wanted to conform to something and did it, but saw that it had no effect on you. Sure their buddies might have laughed about it, but you? You just kept on going (at least it looked that way to them). Now they know you view them a certain way because your cute little self just kept on trucking and brushed it off like he was nothing.

Suddenly, out of no-fricking-where he has feelings for you. He tells himself he doesn't. He likes to be the impulsive one. But then you happened. He saw you just overcome that shit like it was nothing. Like he was nothing. He got to see a good person be done wrong because of him. He feels so stupid and embarrassed by his own actions. He'd never say it out loud.

You wouldn't either. You're a dreamer and a doer. You kind of like to go where the wind takes you. You can be impulsive too, which leads to really good times. But then the other person has withdrawals.

Your person casually did this to others and didn't give a fuck, but then they met you. Your vibrant, bright and fun energy was like medicine for their soul. Then you took it away. All the sparkles just disappeared. The magic was gone. You took it with you.

You two could be really great friends, like actual besties. Because you both give the "funny, cute oddball" couple energy (without the couple). You might currently view each other as enemies outwardly, but the truth is that you're both in love. The lovers was on the bottom of the deck and I almost didn't turn it over. When I did I felt incredibly relieved.

You could definitely end up together. Or this is someone who will play a key part in finding your someone somewhere. The truth is, they are just like you, but they crave the validation of others and conform way too easily.

They want to be respected and admired, they want to be a leader. They could do it, but they won't stop trying to win over others. They want fame, they want money. Their aim is to be one of those people others wish they were.

This is their divine path, but they have to overcome the fear of being judged by people who only use them and don't value them anyway. As long as they are surrounded by toxic people, they will absorb that shit.

You intimidate them because they secretly fucking wish you were their wifey. They want you. But they aren't ready yet to cut off the other people in their lives. You set a hard boundary and act like they don't exist. They may have psychic abilities too, but never talk about it because they don't want to be viewed as a "weirdo" which they have probably called you. For shamelessly being yourself and surviving what you've been through.

This person is as cute and sweet as you are in a "higher perspective" kind of way. I am seeing that now, you're so inspiring to them and made them realize they didn't want to go down this path anymore. They want to change, but their greed and materialism still has a strong hold on them. Something about parents, trauma and abandonment is coming through.

They were thrown into the world to navigate it on their own. They learned some tough lessons on the way, some of those leading to them having to shut off their emotions. They had to do toxic, sick things to get attention.

His past self is holding on for dear life, but eventually (not yet, as he's still gotta face some more consequences) he will learn and move out of this behavior. You will cross paths again in the future. For now, follow your bliss and do what brings you joy. One day you will be so happy with where your life leads you with them.

They are toxic, I know. Please don't ask me to judge them. You're both such cutie pies. I just can't… because I can see that there is a future here. They view you as an inspiration. You are who they wish to become. You are attractive, cool and loner. But you're not bitter or mean.

You are smart. You are strategic. You look like you just don't give af about others and their opinions and that you're happy-go-lucky all the time. The truth is, you've been through what they have and you still chose a brighter path. You chose those lessons and learned them. You're vibrant and strong. Your soul is fully present in your body.

He knows you deserve the whole entire world because you are pure. He knows you love him. You both know, don't you? And no one is saying anything. This is a little sad. He isn't ready or willing to give up his life yet. Whatever he did to you, there is one far worse who will do it to them. His journey isn't important right now though.

He's intimidated because you played the player, you turned the tables then left. Like poof and then he was left with his mind reeling. Like, you literally duped the meanest bully on the playground. He might feel a little vengeful, but the divine is stopping this shit if he tries it again. He already tried once and failed.

You're basically equals in opposite ways. If you're a clown it's because you know how to put on a good show and entertain everyone. His clown show would end in someone getting amputated.

He is so fucking baffled. Like why and how is he attracted to a "weirdo" like you? Little does he know, you're leading him. He wants to teach you some lessons too! But they're mean and he can go kick rocks. Or his clown friends.

He knows you're his counterpart and his mind is blown. Like to pieces. He also communicates with you telepathically.

5. "I can't tell if you btches hate me or want to live in my pssy."

Songs: Purple Lace Bra - Tate McRae // Dirty Little Secret - Nessa Barrett // Sports Car - Tate McRae

Cards: Spiritual Journey. Divine Masculine. Pacifist. Green Light. Unexpected Twist. Heartbroken. The Tower. The Devil. Ace of Pentacles. King of Pentacles. The World. Death.

You were set on a Divine Masculine's path. You were such a temptation to them that they would have left their current committed partner for you.

They are on their spiritual journey and it's his lesson. I'm seeing that you weren't scorned, but rather shut things down yourself because of this masculine's partner. He probably turned to you or tried to turn to you in his weakest moments because he is having problems at home. His partner / wife has done a return to sender on him.

You were caught up in this. You were sent to break this man's heart because he hurt hers. She chose not to physically harm anyone in the situation and let the chips fall where they may.

I'm feeling like you aren't heartbroken at all. This man did someone that pissed off the divine, something he knew would make him feel guilty and hurt his partner. Now they're both hurting!

You were the greatest temptation this man has ever met and now it's over forever. He really embarrassed himself because now people are talking about it.

He is being judged by the divine and the locals. Ouch.

When you entered his life you were such a shock to this person. He's intimidated because he's scared he will face divine judgement if he steps out on his wife with you. He's intimidated because he knows you are a lesson, but he wants you. He saw an opportunity and took it.

Oof. Oh well. A lesson he has to learn.

Toodles, loser~! Pile 5 is doing perfectly fine. It's over now. You learned whatever you needed to, got your coin and bounced. You don't even need him, haha!

He and his partner can pick up the pieces. This is literally over. He doesn't like that. The end was very shocking when you pulled away forever. He and current partner have to "endure" and get through this together. I would have left his stupid ass but anyway this ain't my reading

6. "One of the best feelings is when you finally say 'I deserve better' and the universe starts conspiring to prove you right."

Songs: Bitter - Fletcher, Kito // Cate's Brother - Maisie Peters

Cards: The Sun. 6 of Cups. Queen of Pentacles. The Hierophant. Strength. Judgement. Ace of Cups. Phoenix Rising. Seeking Revenge. Neurodiverse. Victim. Karmic Feminine. F*ck-boi.

You may have a crush on someone who is definitely crushing back. They have a girlfriend though, this person who has feelings for you. In fact, you may have been innocent in this.

Like completely innocent. You aren't malicious at all and you probably don't acknowledge social hierarchies.

Because this person didn't tell you they had a partner, you may have been labeled a boyfriend stealer.

After you found out, you probably hired someone to cast a breakup spell or did one yourself. If not, it's cool. You may have good astrology with this fuck boy. He was playing you and just wanted to use you.

Now, his ex-girlfriend is single, you left him in the dust. He's the one feeling intimidated.

The karmic feminine is still hating, but now the masculine is feeling incredibly guilty for what he did to you. You're still going through your transformation and he knows you're going to be out of his league.

You decided to stop letting him string you along. You have a strong sense of self and wanted better. You deserve better than whatever he was trying to do. He might have made you think he'd be in a relationship with you.

You had to make a difficult decision, but you did it. It hurt for a while, but now you're in your "I'm doing me" revenge era. Welcome to the dark side! You're still as sweet and lovable as before, but now you're more wise. You know what you deserve and you are taking it all for yourself with a vengeance.

The karmic feminine may have made her presence known or something. Especially after watching him toy with you. She may have even encouraged him to do it. That or she got tired of him cheating and broke up with him. Either way, this man is a joke and he's hating on you for knowing what you deserve. An immature ass-hat to be certain.

You could be into the craft and have done a protection or return-to-sender that bit them in the ass. You could have just prayed to the angels or the universe (or whatever protects you) and asked for them to help you move on and forget this fool. To make them see what they did. To watch you glow up and move on. To know how irrelevant they are.

Good job for doing better! You absolutely deserve it, beautiful. <3

7. "Bitches do NOT intimidate me at all. I'll sit right next a person who doesn't like me. Hey girl!"

Songs: Say It - Tori Lanez // Daisy - Ashnikko // Venom - Little Simz

Cards: Baby witch. Wounded Feminine. Wounded Masculine. Solitary witch. Wifey. Sadist. Seeking Revenge. Strength. 7 of Pentacles. The Lovers. Knight of Cups. 6 of Swords. Justice.

You found out someone wanted you to feel unwelcome or did some action against you. You somehow made it very well known that you don't take that shit sitting down.

You inserted yourself into this hater's personal space or got a little too close for their comfort.

They see you as competition and they were trying to trash you or sabotage you. If they didn't they want to. You somehow found out and stood up for yourself.

You interjected yourself into their space and let them know just where you stand with them.

You trigger a lot of insecurities in this person.

They don't have anything to say suddenly when you're around, but there is tense energy between you. And silence. You are the type to look them in the eye and dare them to lie on your name right in front of you.

Shortest pile, but to the point. This person is just beginning a path that you already know and can do alone. They are still learning and know you could help them or hurt them. So they tried to destroy you / your reputation / your relationship/s.

8. "You're a little too comfortable running your mouth because no one has checked your sh*t yet. Come over here and do it."

Songs: STFU - Pink Guy // One of Us - The Word alive // Lucifer - Eminem

Cards: 10 of Pentacles. 4 of Pentacles. 8 of Cups. 4 of Cups. The Sun. The Hierophant. Death. Seeking Revenge. Wounded Masculine. Protection. Divine Daughter. Spoiled Brat. Dark Feminine.

Your hater is intimidated by how chill and abundant you are. You have so much going for you and you have wisdom.

They may have said they would fight you and all that, but when you actually showed up, radio silence.

Now they know not to run their fucking mouth unless they want to say it to your face.

I'm feeling like this is a triggered ex that is running their mouth to trash you or ruin your reputation. The divine is protecting you from this.

The fact that you are protected from their schemes makes them feel very intimidated by you. You have so much, but it looks like it is just handed to you.

It makes them feel stolen from. It makes their sense of lack all the more obvious.

They think you just get things and are God's favorite while they have to suffer, slave and work hard for anything they get.

They also feel the need to assert their masculinity over you.

You just sit there unbothered as fuck and pleasant to interact with and it just triggers them. You are the favorite. It could even be a sibling who is competing with you.

You're obviously the favorite.

You use your dark feminine qualities to get what you want and they hate that about you. People like you and this person feels like they need to expose you.

Please don't steal! I hope it was good? I wish I could get more energy for this reading. <3