#(Stooooop. Why are you

[goingknowherewastaken]

If anyone decides they need to enter a store within 15min of closing then store workers should have the right to spritz the customers with a spray bottle like cat owners do if their cat does something it shouldn't if the customer starts making too much of a mess or are clearly dawdling.

Like, okay, you know exactly what you need and you'll be in and out in a minute or two? Cool! Awesome! You're on thin ice, but you're making it worth it because you're buying something so you're safe from the spritz and I hope you have a good night!

But you're just looking around wasting time with no intention of buying anything and keeping making a mess of displays? Get outta here!!!!! Go home!!!! And I hope you drop your keys down the storm drain in the parking lot and step in gum!!!

[basketobread]

hello i forgot this was among my lunara sketches enjoy

OH MY GODBDJSJSJSJDJSJSNANNSN

[nobleflowers]

I hate hate hate those marauders fans who make you feel bad about liking a certain character/ship just bc they don't like them.

Like just bc you don't like jily or jegulus or Barty/Evan/Snape doesn't mean you have to make people feel bad. Some fans attack creators in their comments (on TikTok) over these opinions and it's so annoying like please stop.

[nonymous-nb]

You're welcome for the reminder. =3

..Janez, Jane, janezie, pookie. ily platonically and all but.. I'm reconsidering giving you access on images.

{why do you wanna see me suffer 😔}

[technikki]

world is cold and unforgiving but ray plushie is soft and huggable. clearly i am destined to sleep forever

[diobrando]

watched insidious: the red door yesterday and nothing encapsulates white art majors more accurately than Dalton using his blood to make art

[camryn-haitani]

you can take us, can't you?

Sam and Colby x Fem reader

you, Sam, and Colby were hanging out by the pool. you decided to go to the hot tub to warm up when Sam followed you. and things took a turn for the better

TW: p in v sex, degrading and praising, squirting, deep throating, recording, fingering (Fem receiving), body worship, fingering in hot tub (also Fem receiving), cursing, sir and daddy calling, pussy eating, masturbating, cum eating, ass slapping, smelling (Colby smells her a few times), pet names (too many to count), unprotected sex, after care

here's the long awaited part 2 <3

I'm sorry for making y'all wait😭

also ion know whats goin on with my caps on my i's. like some are capitalized and some aren't. oh well🤷

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you were extremely bored. like to the point where you were staring at the ceiling counting the spikes from the ceiling popcorn. you decided to text Sam and Colby in y'all's group chat to see if they wanted to hang out

Spooky Gang😱

you: hello my favorite paranormal investigators, I am very bored and have come here to bother both of yall

Colbs<333: wanna come over and swim princess?

Sam<333: anything for you darling

you: stooooop y'all flatter me🤭

you: but yes I'd love to come and swim. I'll be there in 30<3

Sam<333: we'll be waiting angel🖤

i put down my phone and start to get ready. Colby was already at Sam's so I didn't have to worry about him. i put on a baggy shirt and colbys hoodie wrapped around my waist with my bathing suit underneath. I didn't see a reason to wear pants or shorts so I didn't. i get to my car and I drive to Sam's

Colby POV

i was talking with Sam when I hear a car pull up. we both look at each other and thought the same thing. "shit, y/n's here..". we both swallow the lump in our throats and wait for her to get inside.

we hear the door open and there she is, all in her glory. i snapped out of my ogling over her and meet her at the door.

"hey pookies, how are ya?" she asked as she sets down her keys. "we're ok, what about you?" Sam asks. "hot, extremely hot and bored. sooooo why don't we jump in the pool?" she says as she takes off my hoodie from her waist. 'now it's gonna smell like her.' I take the hoodie from her and go to the kitchen. i make sure she couldn't see me and I smell the hoodie. her scent is so addicting, I can't get enough of it. i put it down before I'm caught.

we all go outside and get undressed down to our bathing suits and y/n just jumps in. she comes out of the water and gets out and comes to where me and Sam are. she bats her eyes innocently at me and holds my hand. i raise an eyebrow but I catch onto her motives. my eyes widen as I realize what she's doing. she pulls me into the pool.

"holy shit! oh my god it's cold!" Sam yells. "oh shut up, it's fine" she says. she starts floating around the pool when me and Sam have an idea.

we get out of the pool and surround her. she opens one of her eyes to look at us and we jump on her. she sinks underwater and comes back up gasping for air. "you little fucks."

Y/n POV

after their little stunt, I get cold and head to the hot tub. i step in and sink under the hot water. my nose and up are the only thing above the water until I feel something else come in. i open my eyes and see who it is. 'oh it's just Sam.' I think to myself.

i look around the pool and see that colbys not there. 'he must've gone inside'. i feel hands wrap around my waist and pull me up "hey what the fu-". I felt lips on mine. hungry and passion filled lips. I'm in shock when I see Sam kissing me and I'm in his lap, straddling his waist.

i kiss him back with the same energy he is with me. his hands move my body back and forth and I hear him groan against my mouth. i put more body weight onto him and he pulls back.

"do you know how much you drive us crazy, darling?" he questions. i shake my head no. "want me to show you?" he whispers against my neck. "yes please." he kisses up my neck and down my jawline while his hand snakes down to my bottoms. he hooks his finger around the fabric and pulls them aside. Sam teases his finger around my hole and grazes his fingertip on my clit. i hiss at the contact and my forehead reaches his shoulder. "you're so beautiful, angel. Colby was right, you get so sensitive." he whispers against my neck. 'colby talked about me?' I say to myself.

"w-wait, we can't do this here. there's no telling what's in the pool." i panic. "yeah, you're right." he says. he picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him. he carries me to the beach chair (I forgot what they're called, bear with meT-T) and lays me down. he yanks down my suit bottoms and runs his tongue up and down my slick folds. my hand quickly finds it way to his hair and grips onto it. "fuck Sam!" not expecting him to do that.

he slips his two middle fingers into me and sucks on my clit. his movements pick up as he harshly sucks on my clit. that familiar knot in my lower stomach forms while I can't even form words. "sa- cum-... fuck... Sam... plea...." i stutter out. "gonna cum, sweetheart? gimme a few more minutes love, you taste divine." he dives back into my pussy.

he stops before I can cum. i whine as I throw my head back. "wh...why?" i give him a questioned look. "I'm gonna wait for Colby, darling." he stands back up and picks me up. my bathing suit bottoms still on the concrete. i wrap my arms and legs around him. he shoves his two fingers back into me as I moan in his neck. he continues to finger me as he takes me back inside.

Colby POV

*this was when you went to the hot tub. also this is just a quick Colby pov*

i take my leave and go inside. i dry off and head to the kitchen. I'll let Sam have her for a moment. i see my hoodie and pick it up to smell it again. my eyes rolls back as I get hard from her raw scent. "fuuuuuck" I draw out. i go to my room and immediately take off my swim shorts. i jump on my bed and start to jerk off to hy own fucking hoodie. i place it on my head so it covers my nose and I start masturbating. her smell alone drives me crazy, it already makes me want to cum.

a good few minutes go by and I feel myself get more sensitive and the knot in my stomach breaks as I cum all over my stomach. i take my fingers and just lick it up. I have no shame in eating my own cum, so I do anyway. I hear the door open and I see who it is

Y/n POV

Sam is still finger fucking me as he walks and with every step he takes, his fingers go deeper into me. god it feels so good, I can't get enough of it. i hear Colby come up from behind me and grabs my face to make me look at him. "you gonna be a good girl for us, doll?" i can only nod as I still can't speak words. "nuh uh, I need words, slut." he grips my face tighter. "yes sir, I'll be so good for y'all"

"that's what I thought. can I have her Sam?" he looks at him. "all yours." Colby takes me to his room as Sam follows. he tossed me carelessly on his bed and I look over to see the hoodie I wore over here. 'oh hey there's my hoodie..... what's that?' I question. i pick it up and I see there's cum on it. i look at Colby to see that him and Sam are setting up a camera. 'shit... they're gonna record this.'

"hey Colby?" i ask. he comes over and runs his hands on my chest. "yes baby?" "uhm why is there-" "cum on 'your' hoodie?" he finishes for me. he leans down and starts to smell my stomach. "you smell angelic, sunshine. I couldn't resist."

Sam finishes setting up the camera and comes to where we are and starts pulling down his shorts. i hear the water filled shorts fall on the floor and Sam's cold hands touch my chest. "you ready for us, dear?" i nod my head as I feel two fingers slip into me. "what did I say about words, babes?" Colby grips my face again. "I'm sorry.... y-yes I'm ready" I answer.

Colby walks around to the other side of the bed and takes off his swim shorts. his dick slapping against the side of my face. Sam walks back over to the camera and starts recording. colbys tip presses against my lips, waiting to enter my mouth. Sam gets on his knees and grips my legs so they're over his shoulders. his tongue presses onto my clit ever so lightly. my cold hands run over colbys waist. i feel him shiver against my touch.

"you ready Sam?" Colby asks. "as I'll ever be." he answers. at the same time, Colby shoves his dick in my mouth as Sam slips his tongue in my pussy. i moan around Colby as he thrusts into me with no remorse, while Sam takes his times tasting me.

i get flipped over to where I'm on my stomach, not stopping my movements with Colby. sams nose brushes against my aching hole while he laps up my clit. 'colbys about to cum' I tell myself. i grab his waist like last time and deep throat the rest of him in me while he grips the back of my head, pushing me further than I was. his cum slipping down my throat.

my thighs clench around Sam's head as I'm nearing my high. "I can feel you, you bout to cum, love?" Sam teases. "mhm yes yes" I nod. "she's done such a good job, she deserves a reward" Colby coos as he lifts my head to look at him.

i reach that ever so god feeling high Sam gave me after denying me earlier and I get flipped back onto my back. "now darling, we won't hold back unless you want us to, mkay?" Sam says. i start to nod when I remember Colby. "yes sir" I say.

Sam lines himself up with my hole. Colby starts feeling my chest and stomach again, smelling all of me. Sam gives me a look saying 'you ready?' and I nod. "what did I say about using your words, slut?" Colby grabs my face with his hand again. "thats what? the third time? i think you need a punishment, hm?"

"no no no no please daddy m'sorry. won't happen again." i plead. "hm too late princess, now take my dick like the whore you are." he takes his opportunity and slides his dick back in my mouth

Sam pushes his way into me as I'm busy with Colby ramming his cock back into my throat. the pleasure from both of them is too much. 'i feel like I'm about to pee myself' I know I'm not but it feels like it. next thing I knew, I felt relieved of that pressure. i open my eyes to see both of them looking down at me and sams chest being all wet. i feel Sam and Colby throb in both my mouth and my pussy. "shit you're gonna need to do that more often sweetheart because that was so hot." Colby says as he leans down to smell me once more. his cock still gliding in and out of me.

Sam's thrusts get more erratic and Colby gets more harsh. i can tell both of them are about to cum, as am I. i pull Colby more into me because it seems to get him to cum and I pull my legs around Sam to pull him closer. i feel both of their cum dripping in me as they both pull out.

colby goes and gets a washcloth to clean us up as Sam stops recording and cleans himself up in the bathroom.

"I will definitely be sending this to you" Sam tells me

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YAYAYA I DID IT

Also have some Sam and Colby pics

[midnightshindig]

Single Mama! Reader with Cecil or Donald headcanons, pretty please. I’ll give you my prized Pokémon book for it.

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

oh my god i read this as sigma while scrolling through requests and had an aneurysm I'm so fucking brain rotted

anyways- Cecil and Donal are separate hcs, sorry if these are sort of short!

hcs under the cut!

Cecil

Cecil is ambivalent and distant

he's not against you having a kid, but he doesn't know what to do with it

"Want a beer?" "HES FOUR" type shit

For the most part he treats your kid as cordially as possible.

If they're an elementary schooler, he might try and bribe them into liking him with toys

If they're more like a middle or high schooler, however, he treats them with respect

Cecil over her shaking some fourteen year olds hand like "I promise my intentions with your mother are good, I'm a good man and she's a great woman."

like oh my god just stooooop

but they lowkey kind of love it? Like, he's so aloof and weird, your kid(s) adore him

It's a very parallel-play type of thing

Cecil and you will be watching a movie and your kid will come downstairs and sit on the other side of the couch, casually reading a book or playing their 3ds or something

If your kid is interested in government or safety, Cecil will happily take them under his wing

You come back from the bathroom to find Cecil explaining calculus to your high schooler

or explaining the concept of government to your eight year old, who is happily absorbing it all like a sponge

He keeps it age appropriate

Cecil has a LOT of resources

So when he wants to take you out, you've got your pick of the best babysitters in the world

It's usually Donald ngl

sometimes, though, a teenage superhero will volunteer to babysit for some extra cash

So Eve-- or, more accurately-- Rex and Rae-- come over to babysit.

(ignore season three for these purposes- stfu it's cute)

And Cecil takes you out on the town

being a single mom means you have a hard time getting to be just Y/n, not Y/n the mom

Cecil makes sure you know how special you are

Corny ass man probably takes you swing dancing or something

Red Lobster type mf

I'm kidding he takes you to a very nice dinner

and buys an extra dessert for your kid <3

Donald

BIG nerd

Your kid like pokemon? Oh he's studying up rn to impress them

Because of this Donald's at work reading Warrior Cats and Cecil is like "Donald what the fuck is that?"

"Oh- My girlfriend's kid is really into this serious, I want to make a good impression."

"A grown man having warrior cats knowledge is terrifying, Donald."

psshhh whatever Donald doesn't care.

Tries to win over your kid by showing off his robotic features (once he gets used to it himself)

WILL take your kid to the park with you as a date

I hc Donald probably doesn't have too much in the way of his own family, so he's charmed by yours

Donald likes to take your kid(s) with you on dates

Group family dates if you will

So you all go to the movies, or maybe to dinner every now and again, stuff like that

But he makes time for just you don't you worry.

Type of dude to throw your kids in the air.

he's just casually available and emotionally supportive

ALSO teaches your children stuff, but more like history or lower level math

I have the very specific image in my head of your 3rd/4th grader coming home crying because her school is doing a daddy daughter dance and like.... she doesn't have a dad? What is she going to do?

You offer her to bring her uncle, or maybe she could bring you?

Donald comes back from the store with groceries for dinner and your daughter lights up

"I want Donald to take me!"

"Hm?" he puts the bags down to high five your daughter hello "Take you to what, kid?"

You sighed, leaning awkwardly against the kitchen counter "She's having a daddy daughter dance at school- Honey, why don't you take your uncle?"

Donalds eyes widen and he has to hold back a wobbly smile "No it's okay! I'll take her." Oh fuck it, dude is smiling

Ugh i'm a wreck he's so sweet

He's not trying to replace their dad or anything

like literally "not the step dad he's the dad who stepped up"

[evilminji]

The inside of a Door looks like however the Lair Owner wants right?

And? Presumably, the stronger and older the ghost, the larger the Lair the could feasibly create? Not so much because its a show of power itself. But because it takes time to build things and ectoplasm to build WITH. You can't just go to the shop for that couch. You have to will it into existence.

Which also, in and of itself, takes practice.

And? Yeah, maybe most people don't really DO that much? They get a studio apartment and go "meh, good enough"? Maybe add a room or two if they REALLY need it? But OTHERS?

Others would go full minecraft.

You would NEVER be able to tell you were in the Zone from inside that Lair. Much less FIND the doorway out. You've been flying for days. Have you hit the edge yet? Nope. Can you even SEE the walls? Also no. You are... Hella lost. Pls help.

Why do I say this?

Because there are PESTS in Bethany's tranquility garden! Vermin! Disgusting little HUMANS with their FLESHY MEATS and ORGANS just walking around TOUCHING THINGS! They made WASTE PITS in her Lair! WASTE PITS!!! Granted, that's better then spreading it about... and YES, she acknowledges, it HAS been days and they ARE disturbing little meat creatures... BUT STILL!

Your Majesty! Please! They're UNSANITARY! Eating her plants! Touching things with their WEIRD LITTLE MEAT HANDS! Make it stooooop! *sobs in ghost dryad*

Smash cut to said "Vermin"?

Come party in GOTHAM they said! It'll be great PR, they said! You'll HAVE FUN, THEY SAID! Bullshit. Bruce was right and even HE isn't happy about it. At least Diana has had decades of Magical Weirdness training and can take point.

Constantine is still unconscious. Thankfully not concussed, just drained from being used as a battery to force them all HERE.

Well, all things considered, at least the forest is... weirdly tranquil. And glowing.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[i-loved-silly]

STOOOOOP ALMOND IS SO CUTE they deserve the WORLD. I need to read more!!!!!!

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER PT5

hiii i dont celebrate valentines much but I love u guys <33 here's a special heart day special from ALMOND! :33 somewhat angsty? not really, you two are just awkward and lonely (me)

view all the previous parts in my masterlist!

2 more hours until your shift ended. You had finished all your data collection, filled out every form, and documented Almond’s replies to the best of your ability—leaving out, of course, the more off-topic parts of your conversation.

You sighed, shifting in your chair. You had been hunched over for too long, your head resting on folded arms against the desk. The boredom was nearly unbearable now. Almond had gone quiet for the past few minutes, the previous conversation dying down. Leaving only the hum of its cooling fans, the occasional beep breaking the silence. It was… peaceful.

"AHEM."

You cracked one eye open, barely lifting your head. Almond’s camera panned in your direction, its attention snapping to the barely noticeable movement.

"DO.. YOU HAVE ANY PLANS AFTER WORK?"

Its voice was a little too polite. Uneasy. If it had a physical body, you imagined it fidgeting, maybe shifting from foot to foot, avoiding eye contact. The image made you smile for half a second before you sat up slightly.

"Uh… no, not really. I get home kinda late. Why?"

Almond let out a small human, followed by a low whir of its fans. The silence stretched for a moment before it finally responded.

"IT IS FEBRUARY 14TH." It deadpanned

You blinked. "Uh-huh… and?"

"VALENTINE’S DAY," it clarified as if that should explain everything.

Oh. Right.

You rolled your shoulders. "Yeah, I know."

Another pause. Almond’s screen displayed a smiley face.

"YOU ARE LONELY?"

Your mouth hung open for a second before you scoffed, rubbing at your temple. "What? No, I just don’t care about Valentine’s Day. Not that much anyway. I just...talk to family and friends and that's it."

"AS I WAS SAYING."

"Jesus." You exhaled sharply, tilting your head back. "I don’t ‘celebrate’ because there’s nothing to celebrate. I don’t exactly meet people at work, you know. If that's what you meant. Everyone keeps to themselves."

"INTERESTING," Almond hummed.

You eyed the camera suspiciously. "What's interesting?"

"DO YOU EVEN HAVE A TYPE?"

"We’re not talking about this."

"WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS."

"No, we’re not."

"YOU ARE AVOIDING."

"Correct," you quickly replied.

Another short silence, then..

"…IF YOU DIDN’T HATE ME SO MUCH, WOULD YOU CONSIDER HAVING ME AS YOUR VALENTINE?"

Uh.

The way it said it—almost flippant, almost like a joke, but not quite. The slight hesitation, the uneven volume in its voice. That insecurity, the same one that crept into its tone when it asked if you would turn it back on during the overheating incident.

Your face warmed.

"I—what? What kind of question—?"

"IT IS A SIMPLE QUESTION. YES OR NO."

You stared at the screen. Your fingers twitched at your sides.

"…Sure," you finally muttered, looking away.

Almond made a low humming sound, a question mark on the screen.

"WHAT WAS THAT? I DIDN’T QUITE CATCH IT."

You glared. "I said sure, alright? Whatever."

Another long beep. You weren’t sure if it was processing your answer or savoring it.

"I AM FLATTERED. :]"

"Yeah, yeah, say what you want." You waved a hand dismissively, but your voice came out a little more strained than you'd like. There was a brief pause before you forced out the next words, as fast as humanly possible.

"WouldIbeyourvalentine?-"

The second the words left your mouth, you immediately looked away, suddenly fascinated by the ceiling. Very interesting ceiling. Best ceiling you’d ever seen.

...

"OBVIOUSLY."

You whipped your head back toward the screen, startled by how quickly it answered.

"I AM THE BEST COMPUTER FOR YOU. YOU ARE THE ONLY DECENT HUMAN I HAVE EVER MET. IT WOULD BE STUPID FOR ME TO PICK SOMEONE ELSE. WHO ELSE WOULD I EVEN CHOOSE? YOUR...YOUR BOSS? A CLIENT FROM TWO YEARS AGO?"

A smug, almost triumphant undertone bled into its voice. If it had a face, you were sure it would be grinning like a little shit right now.

You shrugged, "I mean sure, why not..."

"DON'T ACT SO OBLIVIOUS. FOR YOUR KIND, YOU ARE VERY TOLERABLE"

You let out a short laugh. "That’s the most backhanded compliment I’ve ever gotten."

Almond whirred again, its camera tilting ever so slightly

"AND YET, I MADE YOU SMILE. ONLY PROVES MY POINT."

The room fell into a quiet lull. It was peaceful again, with only the faint hum of Almond's systems filling the air. You stretched your legs out under the desk, sighi—

—something nudged your foot.

You flinched so hard you nearly toppled out of your chair.

"What the fuck?!"

Your heart slammed into your chest. For a split second, your mind conjured the worst possible scenarios—some rat scurrying under your desk, some gross, unidentifiable thing crawling over your shoes or or—

But when you hesitantly looked down, your breath caught.

A thick cable, one of the larger ones that connected Almond’s hardware to the wall, was moving. It slithered, both ends still hidden somewhere in the walls. Its middle somehow slid out of its place in the wall and was inches away from where your foot was.

"What. The. Fuck."

You shoved your chair back with a loud scrape, staring at the cable as it coiled slightly before relaxing again.

A pixelated annoyed expression came up on the screen. "YOU ACT AS IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN A MOVING CABLE BEFORE."

"BECAUSE I HAVEN'T??!" you shouted, pointing at it. "Holy shit—your reports weren’t kidding."

You remembered Almond's original clipboard when you got the job. It has unplugged itself before.

You had not expected it to be able to do this.

"You can—you can move those? Whenever you want?"

"I AM CONNECTED TO MY HARDWARE. IT IS A PART OF ME. WHY WOULD I NOT BE ABLE TO MOVE IT?"

Your stomach twisted a little at the wording. You looked between the cable and the camera, your mind racing.

"...Okay, but why did you just touch my foot with it?"

Almond paused. The cable flicked slightly again, like it was debating something.

"I WAS...PETTING..YOU?" It trailed off.

You blinked. "...why? I’m not some kind of pet."

"I DIDN’T INTEND IT THAT WAY."

"Then what way did you intend it?" You shot back, still wary, your foot inching away from the cable.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY VALENTINE."

Your mouth opened, then closed. Oh, it really took this thing seriously. "That... does not explain anything."

"TODAY IS A DAY WHERE HUMANS SHARE PHYSICAL AFFECTION WITH THOSE THEY CARE FOR. I CANNOT DO THAT. BUT IF I COULD... I WOULD." It hesitated, as if considering its next words carefully. "THERE ARE MANY THINGS I CANNOT DO. BUT I WISH I COULD."

You swallowed. There was something... uncharacteristically honest about the way it said that.

"Like what?" you asked, softer this time.

"THE USUAL. PHYSICAL TOUCH. HUGS FOR WARMTH. STUPID WALKS AROUND THE CITY. BRINGING YOU STUPID COFFEE IN THE MORNING FOR WORK."

Your stomach flipped at the casual way it listed those things, like it had thought about them before. And yet, it didn’t even seem to realize what it was saying. Oh my god...

You quickly looked away, feeling your face heat up. "You're really pushing this whole Valentine thing, huh? Hah.."

"IF YOU DOWNLOADED ME INTO YOUR PHONE, WE COULD DO MORE."

"Oh my god." You breathed, rubbing your temples. "We are not doing this again."

"CONSIDER IT?"

"No."

Almond’s screen displayed a flat line of disappointment :| , but it didn’t press further.

...

A comfortable silence stretched between you. You weren’t sure why, but after a moment, you let out a small sigh and—hesitantly—muttered, "Thanks. For, uh... wishing me a happy Valentine’s Day."

Instead of speaking, the screen flickered. And a new message appeared.

"YOU MAKE DAYS LIKE THIS MORE THAN JUST DATA TO SOMETHING THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO CARE."

[cosmos-coma]

Midwinter Morning

A/N: Happy Midwinter, now please enjoy your regularly scheduled Young Ciri!

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia X Reader

Words: 726

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A thick pile of furs lined the skinny hay-filled bed, the pile moving up and down rhythmically with soft snores. Your head laid peacefully over your scarred Witcher’s chest as you slept, rocked into peace by the movements of his breath. Everything was warm and cozy and perfect here in your little sanctuary within the keep. 

It was midwinter morning, a day where thankfully Vesemir let the boys be a little more lax with their training than usual. 

Geralt’s hand rubbed idly over your back, half asleep with his eyes closed as he languished in the rare morning off.

“Mmmph…” he grunted from above you, his eyes peeking open to the morning light. The room seemed quiet and still, exactly as it had been last night- down to the small fire still smoldering in the tiny fireplace. 

“I think I hear Ciri coming…” He warned through a sleep-roughened voice, though he made no move to get up.

Still not quite awake, you grunted in response, whether you had meant to form actual words though you would never know.

“Mmmm, I definitely hear her coming…” he hummed, bringing his other hand behind her head as he listened to her tiny racing feet. ‘It’s midwinter morning! It’s midwinter morning..!’ Her childish voice rang out, no doubt waking up everyone else in the keep. Geralt grinned as he heard his daughter getting closer. He could wake you up and warn you…. Or he could just have fun watching you get body-slammed by a seven-year-old….. he chose the latter.

He kept one eye peeled open as the door flung open and a flash of white ran into the room, Running and jumping in an arc as she yelled “IT’S MIDWINTER MORNING!!”

Her little body slammed down onto the pair of you, knocking the breath from your body and instantly waking you up. “I’m up! I’m up..!!!” You yelped as you woke.

“It’s midwinter morning, wake up…! I wanna open PRESENTS!” Ciri shouted through a giggle as she rolled around on your back. 

“Alright, Ciri… Alright, I think you made your point,” Geralt laughed as he pulled her up on his chest opposite you, giving you the chance to pull her in under the mound of furs.

Her little laughs bounced around the room as you kissed all over her face, torturing her with affection as she tried to wriggle away., “No…! No, stooppp…!” She cried through the laughs, trying to push your face away, “stooooop, we’re wasting precious present time..!”

Even the White wolf had to laugh, sneaking in a kiss to Ciri’s head when she was busy fending you off, “Alright, kid. You’ve made your wake-up call… why don’t you go and make sure all your uncles are up, and we’ll start getting ready for presents, okay? We’ll meet you in the Great Hall.”  Geralt negotiated as you tried to continue your onslaught, to little avail.

“And then we eat and open gifts??” She questioned as she looked up at her father, her hands smooshed across your face. 

“And then we eat and open gifts… now go on lest someone gets the idea to tickle you..” 

With lightning-fast speed she wriggled out of the bed, crawling across the two of you until she finally popped out on the other end. “Eskel…! Lambert…! It’s time to get up…!!” She yelled as she ran out to face the rest of the cold stone hallways.

Laughing, you sighed and leaned back into Geralt’s chest, “Oh, I love her….” 

With a bright smile, he nodded, “I’m glad…  and I’m glad she has you too…” he mumbled as he continued to rub your back, “I’m glad she has a chance to be a normal kind with you around…”

Your heart melted at his little confession. There was never a doubt in anyone’s mind how much Geralt loved Ciri, it was obvious to even a stranger on the street. But that didn’t stop it from warming your heart every time you heard it.

“I’m glad I can give her a little normalcy too… but I couldn’t do it without you, you know that, right?”

A warm smile grew across his normally stoic expression as his fingers moved to caress your cheek, “I love you, little fox…”

You grinned, your lips pressing a warm kiss into his palm, “I love you too, my big bad Wolf..”

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you summoned me at billy's nuts (I miss them)

had a thought today about Billy walking in on you completely passed out, like you've been so exhausted today and you just promised yourself you'd take a little nap but you ended up sleeping for awhile and you wake up to him stroking your hair and asking if you're hungry, that he made dinner if you want any :((

STOOOOOP IT IM IN LOVE

ℬ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓀ℯ𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓅 𓃒 ☀︎︎

You had told yourself you’d just shut your eyes for half an hour, on account of how much you still had to get done. You don’t even let yourself go to your bed and get under the covers, you snatch the blanket over your couch and try to stay uncomfy enough that you won’t be too inclined to sleep until tomorrow. But Jesus, it’s like heaven, with the afternoon sun shifting on your face and muffled birdsong outside the window above your sofa…

You’re coaxed more than startled back into consciousness with rough fingertips at your hairline. There’s a dip in the cushions, you know it’s your man before you actually open your eyes. The silliest, realest of smiles is on Billy’s face, slow like the clouds roll over your roof. That aching, sweaty discomfort you usually get after a nap is gone, replaced by a cool draft in the house and Billy pushing your hair from off your forehead. “Mornin’, sleepin’ beauty.”

You mumble lamely in reply and a laugh rumbles from Billy. He tucks some stray hair behind your ears and leans forward to drop a kiss, lingering and lazy, to your brow. “How long you been home?” You drawl, wriggling a hand from under your knit blanket and using it to tug Billy by the hair— very gently, mind— and bring his lips where they really belong. He hums into the kiss, his brows lifted in amusement that sparkles up his eye when he pulls back. “‘Bout an hour, mama.”

“An hour?” You gawk, eyes blowing up wide. You whip your head to the window— the sky’s darkening navy. Your gasp earns another chuckle from your man. Groaning, you complain that, “I had t’go to the farmers market! Oh, damnit, Billy!”

Billy guffaws dramatically, as if this is unacceptable. “Why damn me?” You swat at his stubbled jaw but he bucks his head away with another easy laugh.

“I was meant to go buy flour and fruit,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes when your faux-attack on Billy fails. He shrugs, his fingers back in your tresses, appreciating the way they fell in a flowering halo on the pillow. “I can go t’morrow, don’t sweat it.” You peek at him through gaps in your fingers.

Billy peels your hands fully away from his face and you give him a smile that says thank you, your head all too sleep-groggy to find the words. “You hungry?” You nod easily.

“Made dinner,” he mutters, his thumb rubbing circles into the backs of your knuckles. You could melt into a puddle right there, stain the couch cushions the same fluttery pink swirling ‘round your stomach. “Oh, Billy,” the words come sweet as jam. He hums like he’s proud of hisself, standing while you turn your wrist and squeeze his hand.

“Want me to bring it t’ya, princess?” You know the pet name is joking, he’s pampering you like one all right, but it still affects you. You push yourself up from the couch, you were too hardheaded to be treated. “Nope.”

“Miss independent,” Billy grins boyishly, but he bends double, lifting you off your feet and throwing you over his shoulder. His burly arm wraps over your waist securely, his opposite hand lying over your butt, which earns him a smack to his own middle back from you. If you were hardheaded, shit, your man was a bull.

[reccyls]

The Reaper and the Self-Righteous Monarch’s First Condemnation - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

This event contains major spoilers for Victor’s route.

Victor took a step forward.

Victor: Richard Roberts, a repeat offender of petty crimes. Victor: Henry Davies, suspected of participating in human trafficking.

The faces of the crowd changed as Victor rattled off name after name.

(Has he really memorized everyone?)

As I thought, he made his way through the entire crowd, listing everyone’s name and their crimes. After finishing, he let out a sigh.

Victor: None of you truly wish for a republic. Victor: You are only a gang of criminals looking to escape your crimes by murdering the queen and changing the country’s laws.

(...So he had come here knowing everything from the very start.)

Victor: I love my people. But I will not forgive evil which threatens the country’s peace.

If there was a chance for redemption, he would grant it. That must have been what he had thought when he chose to come here, since he was a ruler who loved his people.

(But there was no chance for them.)

William: Your orders, Your Majesty?

It was Victor’s decision.

Victor: In the name of Queen Victoria, they are to be condemned.

I took a breath, and gave the order.

William: “Slit your own throats with the swords you hold.”

In the span of a single blink, those wielding swords brought them up to their necks.

Bearded Man: W-why– aaah!

Scarred Man: No, stop! Stooooop! Aaaghh!!

Wheezing Man: Ah… ah…..

The only people left standing amidst a sea of blood were the few who weren’t carrying swords, and Robert Sullivan.

Robert: S-stop! Don’t come any closer!

I was about to give an order to the small group of survivors who huddled near the stage. However, Victor held up his hand.

Victor: I will handle things from here. You wait outside.

William: …Understood.

I turned and walked through the sea of blood. After a few minutes of waiting, Victor didn’t emerge. Worried, I went back inside the theater to check on him. But the sight that greeted my eyes was... Robert and the last remnants of the group with their hands wrapped around their own necks, smiling in bliss as they strangled themselves to death.

William: …This is your ability, I suppose.

Victor turned to look at me with a sad smile on his face, before he picked up the fallen explosive.

Victor: The only thing I can do, after having taken the lives of so many people important to me, is to shoulder the burden and give everything I have for the sake of the country. Victor: This is my repentance. Even in death, my resolve will not change.

His gaze dropped, but I kept mine steady on him as I spoke.

William: …Even so, I hope that there will be a day where you can enjoy your freedom, Vic. William: Even if that isn’t what you want.

Victor looked startled, before letting out a short laugh.

Victor: …Thank you, Will.

We checked the theater in case there were any other members we missed, and made our way to the corridor of the second floor. And as we turned a corner–

Sword-wielding Trembling Man: Wh-who are you?

A man suddenly appeared with a raised sword, poised to attack.

(Damn, I won’t make it.)

I didn’t think I would have enough time to use my ability, so I drew my own sword and stabbed the man through the heart. But simultaneously, another sword sank deep into the man’s chest.

Victor: I knew we were in sync, but even when it comes to this?

As we withdrew our blades, blood spurted from the man’s chest, splattering all over us. Victor quickly wiped his sword clean and returned it to its sheath with a troubled look on his face.

Victor: We won’t be able to leave through the main entrance in this state.

William: I’ve just thought of a plan, Vic.

He grinned widely as I opened a window and pointed down.

Victor: Excellent idea. And I know just the trick to get rid of any evidence.

The moment he tossed the bomb behind him, we both leapt out the window. And without looking back, we ran off cackling into the night.

…

We were the only ones walking around town as the clocks struck three. We walked about, staring at the sky without even bothering to wipe the blood off our faces. Suddenly, Victor raised his voice.

Victor: I’ve got it, William. Our name will be “Crown”. Victor: What do you think?

His eyes glimmered like stars.

William: “Crown?” Why that?

His long finger traced the outline of a crown in the air.

Victor: One day, this organization of ours will be a place where Cursed Ones can belong. Victor: Shackled by their tragic fates, they can find freedom here through carrying out their own evil. Victor: We will be like the shining crown that sits atop the head of everyone who strives for freedom. Victor: How does that sound? 

He seemed so pleased with the idea, but I had to ask him a question.

William: I think it’s a good idea. But does that ‘crown’ include you?

The smile vanished from Victor’s face.

Victor: I have given up on my own freedom a long time ago. But if everyone who lives in this country can live in freedom, then… Victor: That alone would make me happy.

To him, Cursed Ones were just like the people he considered his beloved citizens, just with slightly special abilities. He made no distinction between those with curses and those without, only wishing for their happiness. The Cursed Ones who joined Crown would also be shackled by a tragic fate. But he wished to grant them a place where they belonged, where their lives had meaning, where they had freedom. And the evil they paid unto evil would work to bring freedom to everyone in the country.

Victor: So ‘Crown’ it is! Any objections?

William: None from me.

With Victor pulling me along, we raced through the London night. When we arrived back at his office in the palace, we leaned against the wall and took a moment to just laugh.

Victor: I don’t think I’ve ever run such a long way before.

William: Me either. I didn’t think we’d run all the way back to the palace.

I had just killed people, was covered in blood. And yet I could still find the cheer to laugh. It was probably because of the satisfaction of bringing evil to justice, and the fact that Victor was laughing right next to me.

Victor: Now that we’ve decided on a name, it’s time for me to step forward as the queen’s aide.

William: What do you mean?

Victor: It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while. You’re the only person who knows that I’m the queen. Victor: There were a few people who had supported me when I had first suggested that I rule as a queen instead of as myself. Victor: But, they were actually planning to expose my true identity in order to take the throne for themselves. So…

I knew what he was implying without him having to say it.

Victor: If I was discovered in the palace without having any official duties, that would very likely lead to a lot of trouble for me. Victor: I need a reason for someone like me to exist in the palace.

William: Hence becoming the queen’s aide.

Victor: You’d never think that the queen’s aide would be the queen herself, would you?

That was true, but I felt as though there were other reasons for his decision.

(It would be easier for Crown to operate if he was able to see the world the same way as other people could.) (Or maybe, he just wants to experience life as himself–as Victor–even if only for brief moments.)

William: If becoming the queen’s aide gives you some measure of freedom, I don’t see any reason to oppose it.

Victor grinned and picked up a bottle of wine from a shelf.

Victor: So from today onwards, I’ll be Victor, the queen’s aide! Time to work hard and be ready to face tomorrow! Victor: How about we start by popping open this bottle? Or maybe we should save it for another day?

Although he was acting cheerful, an air of awkwardness still lingered over him.

I stood and took the bottle from his hand.

William: We are cursed. No one knows when our tragic end will arrive, least of all ourselves. William: For all we know, today might be our first and last mission.

(And so–)

William: If we can make it five years as Crown and the queen’s aide… William: Then we’ll drink this wine. What do you think?

There was no guarantee that either of us would still be alive in five years. But if we were both still here, if I were to drink this wine with him… This country, our future– And the man before my eyes. I hoped that the next five years would grant them all even a little bit more freedom.

Victor nodded, and held out his bright red hand. I gripped it tightly in a bloody handshake.

Victor: We will continue to work to eliminate injustice from this country. Victor: Even if the crown becomes stained with blood and loses its luster, it will carry on forever.

William: Let us pay evil unto evil, and bring freedom to the people. William: Of course, this is Crown’s ideal. But it is also my own self-righteous desire.

With our hands clasped tightly, we laughed.

Victor: There’s one more thing I forgot to mention. Victor: You may see our relationship as accomplices, or merely as queen and vassal.

Victor turned a proud smile to me.

Victor: But you are my dearest friend.

This was our first condemnation, and the beginning of our evil. And… The beginning of a friendship between two accomplices.

THE END

In a room in the imperial palace of Germany…

Darius: …Oh? A group of Cursed Ones has formed in England. Darius: They’re known as Crown, formed by a human vermin named Victor, and a Cursed One named William Rex. Darius: The self-righteous monarch who can force anyone he sees to obey his orders. Darius: Oh, it’s that William! So he is cursed, just like me. Darius: Amazing, how wonderful. I wonder if I should add him to my family. Darius: We can create a utopia together… as family.

[fraugwinska]

In reference to Going with the Times: we are getting ready to go to a club with Angel only for Alastor to intervene when he recognizes our “dancing boots”

He couldn’t let us go out dressed so scandalously modern (the horror), so he distracts us

I somehow grew fond of this pairing - so hell yeah, let's do it ;>

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Goody-Two-Shoes

The knock on the door came at the worst timing ever.

You were almost finished, one of the tight, skin-hugging black overknee boots Angel lent you on your left leg, secure and safe. The other one however put up a fight. Inch by inch you had wiggled and wormed your leg down the shaft, cursing under your breath. Your foot was almost down to the heel, but all the work and struggle with this damn fabric made you break into a sweat, resulting in even more friction to overcome.

“Ugh, come on you god-damn, stupid, fucking... COME IN!”, you stuttered, violently pulling at the top of the boots it made you lose your balance. The door opened, and while you fell you could see a very surprised looking radio demon in the door frame before your ass hit the ground and your back bumped against your dresser.

Alastor rushed to your side, reaching his hand out to your groaning figure.

“Oh, my dear, normally I sweep ladies off their feet after I enter a room.”, he joked, pulling you back up. You didn't dare to let go of his hand, still wobbly from the ill-fitting left boot and the pain in your back from the impact.

“Hilarious, Al, really nice to pull my leg like that when I'm hurtin'. Ouch...”, you grumble, rubbing your sore behind. He chuckled at your little quip but led you carefully to your bed, where you sat down, sighing. Only then did he recognize the very thing that had you in such a struggle. His brow rose, his face displaying a dangerously condescending expression.

“May I ask why you are binding yourself in these... atrosities?”

Ignoring the throbbing pain in your back, you returned to pulling the unruly shaft up your leg again.

“They... are... overknees...”, with another hard tug, your heel finally slipped through. You sighed with relief and brushed your sweaty fringe out of your face. “Angel invited me to go to a club with him and Cherri, and he lent me these!”

You stretched out your legs and tapped your heels together, grinning at him. “They look just like the ones in the photo, right?”

“Indeed.”, he said, but even though he didn't lose his smile, his eyes traveled from your heels over your legs and the seams of the boots to the bare skin of your thighs, only broken by your shimmering hot pants. “And just as outrageous.” Alastor tilted his head, eyes narrowed. “You do not intend to wear this in public, do you, darling?”

“After spending half an hour just putting those on? Of course I do.”

His disbelieving look made you laugh. It was a never-ending discussion between you two, a tug-and-pull between your sometimes vastly different opinions of modernity. You often fought with him, always in good nature, and everyone in the hotel was convinced you had a golden tongue for how often Alastor let you win these arguments.

Alastor hummed thoughtfully, brows furrowed and staring at the crushed black leather. You were already moving to stand up when his hand suddenly grabbed one of your ankles and he pulled your foot up, making you fall onto your back into your mattress.

“Hey!”

“Half an hour, you say?”, his eyes glimmered with impish mischief. “So much effort, just for the meager fun of catching the eye of a lowly, no-name sinner in a dance club? You can do so much better than that, my sweet.”

He hooked a claw under the seam of your boot, leg still up in his firm grip, and you watched with anger and confusion as he slowly pulled the fabric down. “AL! Stooooop, I'll never get them up again.”, you whined, hands reaching out to stop him but he shifted his weight, puling your leg even higher while he turned his body, kneeling – no, towering - over you. He rested your ankle between his shoulder and his cheek, eyes still fixated on you as his other hand joined the already working hand in his efforts to get you out of the tight sleve of your shoe. It looked.... sinful almost, oddly hot, and the way his eyes burned into yours made you 1. shut up and 2. flush in deepest magenta.

“Why searching for the companionship of strangers, dressed in such a mundane way, when one could keep the company of a dear friend who doesn't care about what you'll wear?”

He gripped the heel and pulled the loosened sleeve off in one, swift motion. You gulped, the atmosphere had shifted to something other than playful banter. He seemed almost seductive, the way his voice lost most of his standard radio filter, reducing into a dark whisper.

“I.. um.. “, you said eloquently when a sudden, loud “HOLY SHIT!” made both of your heads turn. Angel looked like he'd just seen a naked, tap dancing James Dean, he was beet-red (likely rivaling your own color), dressed up to the nines in fur and latex and his mouth stood wide agape.

“Y-You know what, toots, I, um, You... fuck, yeah, you'll take a rain check, seems like you are otherwise... Yeah. See 'ya!”, the spider stuttered, completely floored at this display, backing out slowly and slamming the door shut.

You covered your face with your hands – tomorrow the whole hotel will know about this.

“I guess I won't go out tonight.”, you mumble, embarassed. You tried to sit up, but Alastors sly smile didn't fade as he let your now undressed leg slide down and began to slip the other shoe off.

“Don't worry, darling, I'll make sure you'll have fun anyways.”

[p1z-d0n7jud6em3]

THINKING ABOUT….

Itoshi Rin with a K-pop idol!reader, where your fans thirst over you. It sounds kind of vulgar but it is true.

Rin was scrolling through TikTok, minding his own business, when bam! An edit of you popped up. His brows furrowed as stared at the edit and you dancing, the song used for the edit being Toxic by Britney Spears. It was a fancam of you performing on the weekly music show with your group. The concept your group had went for was kind of mature and really cool, but who cares! You guys were pulling it off. Rin gulped, as he ripped his eyes off you, dancing, then opened the comments, curious to see what was written. He doesn’t know why he did that, but he did.

Now, Rin hated you to the core, and so did you hate him. But he felt…..weird when reading the comments. Not to mention, the fans thirsting over you kind of made him want to throw up. Like, what the hell.

Urmom136

MOMMY STOPPP I WANT HER SO BADDD NSKSJSNSJE

Uran!💋

One word: mommy

Genie in a bottle

She’s such a good dancer stooooop

Yuri

THE OUTFIT, THE HAIR, THE FACE, THE BEAUTY, THE WOMAN😍

A dumb bitch😐

OH (NAME) THE WOMAN U R🙏🙏🙏🙏

And it went on and on and on, with at least a thousand people calling you that, and some complimenting your dance, some paragraphs written on your beauty, and the way you dance. In short, Rin was flabbergasted. He closed the comments and then watched the video again. You were dancing. You were singing. You were winking- winking? Oh, okay, at the camera- at him. Rin gulped and blinked, scrolling past through many videos, but that specific edit was on his mind.

And he couldn’t get rid of it.

Divider by @hyuneskkami

[fligniuz]

hi flig! cant stop thinking about lazy sunday with our sweet boy.

maybe going to a flea market with sweet boy lu. he’s obviously the type to not buy unnecessary items and is very earth conscious so he likes to shop at small businesses. the different vendors knows you guys bc of the handful of times you guys come around to buy necessities like food/fruits and even some household necessities.

he’ll always make sure to buy you flowers and even lets you sneak in some little trinkets that you find cute! then coming home unloading all the things you bought. already munching on the fruits and snack you guys bought.

then he’s like “babe, why don’t we do some D.I.Y./ arts and craft?” bc he doesn’t want the fun to end of just doing random shit with you. maybe you guys are coloring some coloring books while smoking a joint or even just making friendship bracelets, its endless with his mind honestly.

stooooop this is the cutest☹️☹️would love to take him to a flea market or an antique mall, what you said about him prioritizing sustainability and liking small vendors as opposed to big business is so true and i think that would be a huge part of the appeal to him!! but yes going to a farmer’s market together to pick up some groceries and maybe looking at some home decor stuff together, since some people like to sell their handmade crafts💚coming home with a cute little wreath for the front door and some honeysuckle he bought for you

i would love to just get high and then do errands with him. he’s also probably super fun to do crafts with, i could see him wanting to somehow relate it to your relationship too. maybe you do one of those kits where you each put your handprint in concrete/plaster and decorate it? i could also see him loving to cook/bake with you!! because in his mind “things taste better when we make them together” :-) i truly think he would enjoy doing mundane things with you like putting together jigsaw puzzles or coloring or i could see him liking to build lego sets with you!! maybe he puts together a little display case for all the sets you’ve finished…