#(Stooooop. Why are you? How are you?)

[basketobread]

hello i forgot this was among my lunara sketches enjoy

OH MY GODBDJSJSJSJDJSJSNANNSN

[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"

[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 wanes 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.

[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.”

[autistic-crypt1d]

Star Trek Voyager Live Blogging:

Season 2

Wow I really love this show I'm so excited for more!!

Seasons: 1

Updates:

- The Thirty Sevens

- A FUCKING TRUCK?!???

- this is so silly I love it

- AMELIA EARHART?!?!?!

- I recognize the actress playing Amelia from something

-OH MY GOD YEAH, FROM RIZZOLI & ISLES

- god I hate this Noonan guy

- their outfits are so silly and flimsy XD

- PFFFFFFT

- man we don't get to see the city???

- AWWWW

- Initiations

- ah man not these guys again

- are they gonna adopt this kid

- yup

- ok not adopted

- Projections

- oop, doctor is all alone

- oh shid

- Torres!

- his first time seeing the control room and it's in shambles

- I know shit is super bad right now but I'm excited about the prospect of the Doctor being able to be out of the sick bay!!

- poor Doctor XD

- NOT NEELIX THROWING SHIT AT HIM

- THE ROLL

- HELL YEAH DOC

- "I'm not programmed to bleed" PFFFFT

- OH MY GOD DID THEY ALL SWITCH??? THE CREW ARE ALL HOLOGRAMS AND HE'S REAL???

- YUP, WHAT THE HELL

- THE SLAPS, HELP

- this dude is really funny but obviously he can't be trusted

- TUMOROUS GROWTHS ON HIS CHEST???

- WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG

- this is so sad 😭

- OH NO HE'S PROFESSING IRL

- oh thank god he didn't say he loved her

- I totally thought she was messing with him at first

- poor guy, takes one day off and gets that

- Elogium

- OH WHAT THE HELL

- I'M ABOUT TO EAT LUNCH AND SHE'S EATING BUGS

- GIRL HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE WHAT THE HELL

- oml girl

- I swear to got if she's pregnant I'm gonna lose it

- hopefully she's just feeling the compulsions of the creatures or something

- the hug 😭

- OH MY GOD IT'S HER PERIOD

- I WAS CLOSE

- this is so stressful

- oh my god Tuvok talking about how much he loves his kids 😭

- HELL YEAH TUVOK, FEMINISM!!!

- holy shit dude, wasn't expecting Tuvok to me father of the year and a feminist that's so cool (not because of his character, just because this show is so old)

- THAT'S A BIG ASS THING

- oh wow her eyes are changing too

- we never really did get to hear about what she left behind at home

- "it appears we've lost our sex appeal captain" PFFFFFT XD

- "a daughter, definitely, one that looks just like you" STOOOOOP 😭

- SOMEONE ELSE IS PREGNANT

- Non Sequitur

- is this gonna be sad

- "just... tell me you love me" 😭

- this is so sad stoppppp

- LET'S GO PARIS

- I love this duo

- Twisted

- awww it's her birthday!!!

- maaaan why'd her birthday have to get ruined :(

- awww Neelix is trying so hard, that makes me so happy

- wtf is happening

- OH SHIT

- Parturition

- please don't make a move on her Paris, please

- Janeway cut her hair!!! She's got S1 Scully hair now

- awww he got a clarinet!!

- damn it Paris

- GUYSSSSS

- they look like 2 children in the principals office after a food fight XD

- oh dear god it's ugly

- oh my god they're parents

- HE JUST CALLED IT HIS FUCKUNG NEICE

- proud parents of their weird reptilian baby

- awwwwww

- AWWWWWW

- Persistence Of Vision

- her hair is long again? Or just somehow tied up just the same with the short hair

- omg she really owns the dress!!

- aw :(

- oh we get to unravel more of the romance book with the spooky subtext

- everyone trying to take care of Janeway is so sweet 😭

- not Mark too 😭

- YOU TELL HIM PARIS

- COME ON GUYS YOU CAN DO IT!!!!

- HELL YEAH KES!!!

- Tattoo

- ooooo Chakotay lore?

- poor Neelix :(

- omg Tattoo!!! It's the story of his tattoo!!!

- "we were taught that's how human conquerors usually introduce themselves" DAMN, he's not wrong and wow that shit hits

- Cold Fire

- are we finally gonna progress main story wise??

- my question is, why weren't they scanning for that life form the whole time

- I really hope this goes well for Kes

- uh oh

- Neelix's immediate pride is so cute 😭

- "I'd go anywhere with you" THEY'RE SO CUTE STOPPPPP

- OH FUCK

- YEESH

- Maneuvers

- UGH these guys again

- UGH Seska again

- SHE WHAT NOW?!?!?!? YOU CANT JUST ANNOUNCE THAT SHE USED HIS DNA TO IMPREGNATE HERSELF AND LEAVE IT THAT WAY WHAT THE HELL

- Resistance

- STOOOP HE'S BEING SO CREEPY

- ok he's mentally ill but still, random men touching her face puts me on edge

- he thinks she's his daughter 😭

- 😭

- OW OW OW THE TUNNEL SCENE OW OW OW

- SHE KEPT THE NECKLASS 😭😭😭

- Prototype

- this is kinda cute

- aaaaaaand it kidnapped her, no longer cute

- "you're a father!" PFFFFFFFT

- "we terminated the builders" OH SHIT

- "I never wanted to be your enemy, I'm sorry" 😭

- Alliances

- I honestly don't know how this is gonna pan out, probably terribly but who knows

- bastard!

- Threshold

- "you're dead" XD

- this is gonna go horribly wrong but it sounds so cool

- come on Paris you got this!!!!

- LET'S GO PARIS!!!

- uh oh

- Tom :(

- "you're too stubborn to die, Mr. Paris." 😭

- HE CAN'T DIE

- WAY TO LIVE PARIS!!!

- hate this dude

- oh Tom 😭

- what is he turning into though?? And why??

- why tf would we evolve into giant axolotls

- OH MY GOD THEY HAD BABIES

- Meld

- oh shit

- the Paris gambling thing is such an odd side plot for murder main plot

- this ain't gonna end well for Tuvok

- yeeeeaaaaah not going well

- BRO TELL ME HE DIDN'T JUST MURDER HIM

- OK WELL, NOT MUCH BETTER BUT OK

- aw man, poor Tuvok :(

- I don't know what just happened but him holding Tuvok like that got me right in the feels

- I'm glad he's back to normal

- Dreadnought

- he wanted to use her father's name 😭

- B'Elana arguing with the ship thing is so funny

- awww friendship!!

- the relationship between Tuvok and Janeway is so 😭💛

- LET'S GO B'ELANA!!!

- I hope we get to hear about them meeting the people of that planet in the next episode

- Death Wish

- nope :(

- UHHH WHAT THE FUCK

- what the hell is happening

- them being smushed together in the comet XD

- dude this episode is heavy

- EEW GET TF OUT OF HER ROOM YOU CREEPY ASS BITCH

- FUCKING CREEP

- she's so heartbroken 😭

- Quinn!!!!!

- this is so wholesome

- DYING????

- Quinn...

- :(

- I hope he's at peace

- Lifesigns

- big foreheads seems to be a very common thing in this show

- Neelix!! It's been ages since we've seen him. I guess with a cast this big we don't get to see everyone sometimes

- this is really sad :(

- SHMULLUS

- AHHHH AWKWARD

- THEY'RE FLIRTING BUT SHE NAMED HIM AFTER HER UNCLE AND ITS WEIRD

- AWKWARD AWKWARD AWKWARD

- doc Paris really isn't the guy you wanna get advice from right now. Or ever when it comes to relationships...

- ya know going unto this I never expected the holographic doctor to be the main character of almost all the romantic plot lines

- ya know, I'm really hoping that this is some sort of plot to get the mole to contact Paris

- I wish that the Doctor making this step into feeling like more than a program wasn't dependent on him finding love and instead him finding it within himself, but they're cute. Rushed, but cute.

- his smile when he sees her 😭

- Investigations

- this is so cute XD

- oh god, Kim I feel like you've just sent Neelix on a very troublesome path XD

- THE HUG 😭

- if this is a plot, Neelix is about the fuck it up real bad, if not, this is wholesome af

- ow ow ow 😭

- IT IS A PLOT, I KNEW IT!!

- NEELIX YOU'RE FUCKING IT UP

- BRO GO TO JANEWAY OR TUVOK DON'T ANNOUNCE IT TO THE WHOLE SHIP

- I KNEW ITTTTTT

- HELL YEAH TOM!!!

- LET'S GO NEELIX!!!! KICK HIS ASS!!

- OH SHIT HE KILLED HIM

- Deadlock

- baby time!

- TRANSPORT IT????

- well ok I guess

- oh shit

- THE BABY DIED?!?!?!?

- HARRY CAN'T DIE TOO THIS IS NOT OK

- WHAT

- 2 KES?!?!?!?!?

- I mean I get that she came from the other person but still!

- poor Kes :(

- only 1 Voyager is gonna make it out of this isn't there

- and it's gonna be the damaged one :(

- Innocence

- ok this is already sad

- BRO WHY IS THIS ALL SAD ALREADY

- dad Tuvok

- dad Tuvok is so wholesome 😭

- OW OW OW 😭

- "you will still be with them, in their thoughts, as you will be in mine." 😭

- The Thaw

- YO WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

- dude this is fucked

- Tuvix

- OH

- this is wild

- I feel so bad for Kes this is so strange

- god this is brutal 😭

- god, Janeway doing it so no one else would have to live with it is AHHHH

- Resolutions

- huh??

- seeing the two of them loosen up together on the planet is so cute

- HE BUILT HER A BATH

- ok they're cute I admit it

- THEY'RE IN LOVE 😭

- AND IT'S GONNA END AS SOON AS THEY'RE RESCUED

- AHHHHHHHHH

- Basics, Part 1

- shit

- Janeway supporting him is so 😭

- :(

- "not in my sick bay, please" XD

- that needle thing is far too long to have come from his weird removable toe nail

- also ew

- oh what the hell

- COME ON PARIS

- I hate Seska so fucking much but also Culluh is the worst

- oop, that's a big ass lizard

- ok so the rescue of Voyager is up to a hologram, a recently recovering psychopath, and maybe Paris

Season 3

[howlingday]

Now that I’m seeing timeline stuff again how about stung knight timeline where all three fell and appear at the dance

Jaune: YANG!

Blake: (Fires at Cinder) Get everyone to safety! I'll make her pay!

Jaune: (Gulps, Clenches fist) Fine. Once everyone is through, I'm coming back!

---------------------------------------------------

Yang: Oogh... My head.

Cardin: You spilled the punch, bro.

Yang: I'm not your bro, bro. ...Wait a minute. Is that... Stop Light by Cassy?

Cardin: Yeah, why?

Yang: I remember that song. I used to love it back... at... Holy shit...

Ruby: Swear jar! And what happened to the punch?

Yang: ...

Ruby: Yang? What happened to your clo- HOLY CATS! WHAT HAPPENED TO YO- OOMPH!

Yang: (Holding Ruby) My baby sister even looks more adorable in my dream~!

Ruby: Yeeeeeng~! Shtop~! Yur imberrashing meeeee~!

Yang: HEY! HANDS OFF MY- Huh?

Yang: Whoa... (Lets go of Ruby) Talk about deja vu.

Yang: What the heck is this? This like some kind of Chrono-Splitter action?

Yang: Eh, I'd think of it more like, uh, Fighter's Forces of Fate.

Yang: So you came back in time to help us fight?

Yang: Something like that.

Yang: Can you prove you're me? Like, REALLY me?

Yang: ...Squat thrusts.

Yang: ...

Ruby: Squat thrusts? What is she-

Yang: (Blushing) Yeah, you're real. (Sighs) Geez, this is freaky. Though, not as freaky as that arm, though.

Yang: Gifted to me by General Ironwood before he-

Ironwood: Before I what, miss?

Yang: (Flinches, Combative stance) Whoa! Back off! We kicked your ass once, and we'll do it again!

Ironwood: We? Okay, until this is sorted, you're under- OOF!

Blake: Ugh... That could have gone better.

Yang: BLAKE! (Helps her up) Are you alright?

Blake: Me?! What about you?!

Yang: Who cares about me?!

Blake: I do! (Holds her close) When you fell, I... I thought you... We thought you...

Yang: I'm okay. (Strokes her hair) We're both okay now.

Yang: Oh... Wow...

Ruby: Aw... Even in the future, you guys are best friends~!

Blake: Wait, is this... Beacon?

Yang: Yeah, it's a long story... I think. I don't know what's going on, but we traveled back in time. I still have my arm, Stop Light is on the playlist, and Ruby's even more adorable than I remember in her dress~!

Ruby: Yaaaang~! Stooooop~!

Yang: So, uh, me and Blake, huh? How did that happen? Or am I supposed to know?

Yang: Well, uh, I don't think it would hurt to tell you guys, but I think it'd be easier if Jaune was here.

Ruby: Jaune? He's over... there...

Jaune: STOP POINTING AT ME!

Jaune: YOU POINTED AT ME FIRST!

Jaune: NO, YOU POINTED AT ME FIRST!

Jaune: NO, I DIDN'T!

Jaune: YES, YOU DID!

Nora: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! KISS! KISS! KISS!

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

9-1-1 WATCH AND REACTION

s8 ep 12

OH SHOOT oh it’s a dream. Frickin night Terrors my goodness Maddie. PLEASE let her be

Jee is so so freaking precious

Stooooop. Texas firefighters noooo. Not all the stuffed animals im scared. …that captain does NOT trust eddie to stay.

Lowkey. Why would Bobby say that to the other captain about Eddie always having a place. That looks Eddie look so flighty. WHY did Eddie buy a house and not rent a house??? Bro???

Eddies house being a disaster is FUNNY

Maddie back at work!!!

MADDIE CANT SPEAK

Weeeiiirrdddd dynamic between Eddie chris and the parents. Helena needs to step OFF. Chris is her grandson not her son. And Eddie my darling you can’t buy love

I’m only human. I did scream when we got FaceTime Buddie

Love that Buck is cooking

Eddie can’t come back now :( I mean. Yeah I want him back in LA but with Chris!! Not like this!!

Tho I’m confused. Are there not other fire houses to apply for. Or does it work that you only get one chance or to be recommended or?

THIS GUY?????? OZZ??? HUH??? why did that policeman park right under the car like?

It’s so interesting how there’s speaking therapy for a psychological issue! So cool!

Guys I do NOT understand the no firefighter to uber driver pipeline.

Bless that girl for giving Eddie advice bc he was not a good driver OOPS

OH MY GOAH ITS CHRIS NOOOWKWKAA AISJA

I LOVE seeing Athena and Maddie together

WHERE FHE HELL DID JEE GO WHAT AHHH

oh my GOSH okay. And Maddie can speak!!! Yay!!!! I love the visualization of the panic this episode

Is it Chris??? CHRIS CHRIS IS HERE CHRIS IS HERE gosh he’s so grown up it’s scary

Wait… why did he have to uber…couldn’t one of his grandparents just drive him..hmmm

aww he needs to save his money if he’s going to stay awwww soskskskakak AW HES PROUD AWWWW A HUGGGF OH MY GOSH FOWNWSKSOAJAWIJ

[sadlynotthevoid]

It's been a while (a few days)— but here: more Enstars stuff. Part 6

1. No one is inmune to Hiiro's sad puppy face. Not even Aira.

Aira can't say no to that. Rumors what? He doesn't know them. All he know is his friend, Hiiro. If Hiiro wants to hold hands, he can hold his hand.

2. He really is that kid.

Again, Hiiro in his that classmate who says "I don't think I've studied enough" and gets high scores era. This is like doing the last minute revision for a test, but in idoling. (Can't say anything tho. That's how I passed all my subjects last four-month period)

3. Why are you bullying him?! Lol

Eichi really said "you still here?" at him. Poor Tsumugi, only Sora likes him.

4. What kind of KRS mockery is this and how can I make him stop?

Stooooop. Why are you like this? No one believes you. Not even yourself. Your tongue is so fake it's on the verge of falling to the ground like a gummy. *Screams in sufferment*

5. He said, like a liar.

Picture taken 0.5 seconds before the attack.

6. The attack.

A wild angryzuru appeared! I don't know why he hates Ibara but, honestly? Mood. So far he only has gotten me annoyed. If you're going to manipulate people at least do it gracefully (like Eichi). No offense to his fans, I just don't like him so far.

7. His mommy, he says.

Natsume really brought his mom's medicine for Tsumugi, lol. That's sweet, but it's also funny to read. How menacing do you think you can sound while saying that? Also, he does care!!

8. Shhh. No one tells him.

—but he's basically one. Also, now we know he's a perfectionist (at least with himself). No wonder he does well in school grades. Luckily he doesn't seem to have the crushing anxiety that usually comes with that.

[taste-thewaste]

Henry’s first time trying to do his own laundry in the brownstone and will absolutely NOT admit that he accidentally shrunk his T shirts in the dryer and wears them around the house as slutty crop tops

this turned out so soft (like henry) i hope you enjoy!!

Read on AO3 if you prefer!

They never explicitly discussed it, but Alex does the laundry. Henry’s done his best learning all the tasks of domesticity–a lifetime of being waited on in a castle is hard to unlearn–but laundry has always eluded him. The washer just has so many buttons and the dryer…is it natural to stick something in a metal hole and have it come out piping hot and fluffy? Henry doesn’t think so. 

Alex has been perfectly fine doing the laundry, but then suddenly he’s gone for a week on a trip to DC and Henry’s stuck in the city and he’s out of t-shirts and he cannot simply lounge around in polos and button-ups. 

“I’m out of t-shirts,” Henry whines over Facetime one night to his boyfriend, pouting openly. 

“Wear one of mine,” Alex says. 

“You know that won’t work,” Henry says, panning the phone down to his tummy poking out over his jeans. 

“Oh, my poor little prince,” Alex says with fake sympathy, a grin on his face. “What are you going to do without me there to do your laundry?” 

“I could do my own laundry,” Henry says quickly, fake confidence coating his voice. “I could do my own laundry any time I want.” 

“Oh, could you? Prove it,” Alex says, and that settles it. Henry is doing his own laundry. 

Everything goes swimmingly with the washing machine (no one ever needs to know about the way it overflowed with suds because he cleaned it up right away and the floor needed to be washed anyways, thank you very much). It’s the dryer that ends up throwing a wrench into it. 

Into the dryer go all of his t-shirts, clean and smelling like soap, and when they come out they’re warm, dry and six inches shorter than they had been going in. 

Alex comes home a few days later and there is Henry, sitting on the couch, wearing his ‘Hollywood Handshake’ graphic t-shirt and reading Jane Austen. “Welcome home, love,” Henry says with a warm smile, and when he stands up, Alex bursts out laughing in a way he hasn’t in forever. 

“What are you laughing at?” Henry asks, hands on hips, and that only serves to make Alex laugh harder. Henry’s t-shirt, white with a photo of Paul Hollywood in the middle with the words ‘Hollywood Handshake’ in an arch above and below the picture, would’ve been funny enough (it had been a gag Christmas gift from Alex that Henry unironically loves). The fact that it can now only be called a crop top, Paul Hollywood’s face all squished up and Henry’s belly fully visible, is what sends Alex over the edge. 

“You shrank your t-shirts, didn’t you?” Alex asks between fits of giggles. 

“No idea what you’re talking about,” Henry says haughtily, but the glee emanating from Alex breaks down his resolve and he smiles, too. 

“I’m loving the new look, sweetheart. Especially this,” Alex says, and he comes over and pokes Henry’s tummy. Henry crosses his arms over his chest self-consciously but the grin on his face belies his body language and Alex pokes him again, tickles his belly. 

“Stooooop,” he says, laughing and reaching out and grabbing Alex by the shoulders. He tugs him closer and Alex wraps him into a hug. 

“I missed you,” Alex says, holding him tightly. Then he bends over and kisses Henry’s tummy, an action that sends a blush to Henry’s cheeks. “And I missed you.”  

“You are ridiculous,” Henry says softly, but there’s no malice behind the words, he’s feeling too soft for that. He loves how much Alex loves his body. 

“Tell me something, sweetheart,” Alex says, settling his hands on Henry’s hips. “Did you wash all your t-shirts? Did they all meet the same fate?” 

Henry nods. “Why do you ask?” 

Alex reaches out and pinches Henry’s belly so he yelps. “Just want to know how long the fashion show I’m going to force you into is going to be.” Henry’s laugh is music to Alex’s ears.

[theemporium]

I just saw an edit of dj Lando and I can just imagine Dj Lando being all fuckboyish like and so cocky?! He is doing a set and sees you in the crowd, you are there with someone else but that boy just doesn't care and just straight up starts flirting with you, it also helps him that your date starts acting like a little fanboy.

By the end of the night that boy has made you come on his fingers in a secluded area of that club and just can't wait to properly fuck you

STOOOOOP WHY HAVE WE NEVER DISCUSSED DJ LANDO BEFORE

you think he’s a little cocky and up himself but your date is fanboying so you kinda just tag along. and you know he’s blatantly flirting with you and you’re telling yourself you’re not falling for it, regardless of how pretty he is

but the arrogance when he’s making you come in the corner of the club? the confidence that you’re coming home with him? the cockiness when he has you babbling and begging for his dick?

the way your date probably calls to ask where you are or even messages trying to set up another date and this toxic wee shit sends him back a video of him pounding into you from behind🫠now I need toxic/frat boy dj lando in my life

[spookberry]

i know what you mean once i bought a cute manga about a guy who adopts a kid- technically she's hes aunt that his grandpa had late in life. anyway hes not really prepared for a kid but hes the only one willing to take her in after the grandpa dies and its a cute slice of life. i keep buying them and they continue to be cute slice of life about his struggles trying to raise her. i go to the store. i pick up volume like, eight. i look at the back. 'oh theyve timeskipped to highschool' i think, 'how interesting'. i read the description. she is now in highschool and out of nowhere the book is talking about how she is in love with her adopted father who raised her??? what the fuck. literally out of nowhere. zero indication that it would go in this direction at all.

Her adopted father whos also her nephew????? 🤢

Reminds of fucking Love so Life or whatever. I remember being SO disappointed as I realized they were headed towards romance like stooooop thats her pseudofather/brother figure. She just wanted a family why would you do this to her.... and that one was a teacher/student romance on top of it UGH

Or honey where shes in love with her uncle and her actual classmate and love interest is just like uhhhhh (that ones at least funny about it cuz even she knows shes weird)

[ships-bynoa]

"is he still him?" Nat asked with his dying breath.

poor baby Mich is confused and angry in this episode, while Rick is desperate and afraid for her.

first, can we get into her poor imitation of a b as Dana Bethune? cause she didn't even try, looooool. she could not be arsed to pretend, especially after the desperate attempt Rick made to send her away on that boat. after that, of course, she's acting up but at the same time, i was like, babe, look at her where you areeeee. even when Pearl questions her, she's giving snark. now in hindsight, it's hilarious how boss she is that she can't hide it, but in the moment i was screaming at the tv "stooooop it!!" this was such a tense episode. knowing she wouldn't die did not change that. cause if Rick had to blow Pearl's head off for reaching for that knife, all hell woulda broken loose for them both. not being fully prepared for the worst proved a grave mistake when facing Negan.

i get it. she's confused and she was expecting a different energy from him, but at the same time, she's seeing the scale of the place. she could've tried even a little even though things escalated pretty quickly after Jadis. she has no idea all the shit he had to do just to protect her in that one episode. he had no time to get into the details.

it's not that she can't play a b either. she was able to play a b to Rick's a a few times when she got to the prison and went to his home town with Carl to gain his trust. she toed the line between a and b when she needed to.

but for a good minute she's scared with him telling her to go that the man she came for and loves is gone. he has no idea what she went through to find him, to get this far. she left their babies. she almost died and she lost her friends who helped her get as far as she did only for rick to tell her to go? her heart is breaking and she doesn't even know the half of it yet when it comes to rick's ordeal nor does he know her scars. but to her, if he's sending her away then why did she do all of this? if he isn't rick anymore, who did she do all of this for?

love the themes of, who are they now and how do they navigate this new dynamic? living vs surviving and the theme of knowing when to go and when to stay. which i'm sure will be half the battle of episode 4. do they stay or do they go?

i mean Rick would not have survived had he not surrendered to some extent. he had to adapt and she didn't. she still had her freedom. her anger is justified because what has the crm done to her man? but the more time she spent there, hopefully, she could see exactly what he must have had to endure to even entertain staying while she went. Rick is right when he says they have to be afraid - there should be a healthy amount of fear so they don't make the same mistakes they did when they handled Negan and the saviours.

i'll say character-wise, i would have loved seeing Danai play into Dana a bit more just for fun.

Pearl's attempt on her life made him frantic and he made the mistake of telling 'chonne they were done and has a lot of making up to do for that even though it was a desperate attempt to save her. her rage is justified but needs to be directed at the crm because what have they done to him? hopefully she comes to see in 4 exactly what he must have had to endure and vice versa.

gosh, they're both hurting so much and i need Rick to hold Michonne and reassure her it wasn't all for nothing. what she went through. and for her to tell him she understands he did what he had to to survive but that they don't surrender. they fight because they're fighters. and then sexy time and RJ reveal and next steps. together. go back with a plan or run.

outside of Richonne, the actual plot is asking for much. Okafor and Nat both impressed upon our heroes that the crm can't be left to do as it's been doing.

[erin-writes-vampire-trash]

A human affliction

A/N: A little nervous about posting this. Don't know how well this type of fluff is going to be received in this fandom but all I can do is post. Still getting a feel as to how to write the characters, so forgive me if they seem OOC. Don't tell me Herbert wouldn't call his dad 'papa,' I know Krolock probably spoiled him, growing up! Especially as a single dad. I am very much a Krolock x Sarah shipper. I am cringe but I am free.

Warnings: None that I can think of? Fluff. Tooth rotting amounts. Probably OOC. Minors please do not interact, my fluff is not for you.

Summary: Post musical fuckery. Well established relationship. Sarah causes Krolock to remember a peculiar human sensitivity. Herbert makes an appearance too.

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The other trouble with being a vampire was the heightened hearing. It didn't help nearly every sound bounced off of the castle walls. So, it didn't really come as a surprise to the count when he could hear his son's wild laughter all the way in the library where he sat.

Krolock had read these books hundreds of times but at dear Sarah's insistence, he picked up one he hadn't read in a long while. It gave him a strangely pleasant surprise when he found himself engrossed.

Yet this new sound had him intrigued. Nothing was that funny. He sighed, marking his place in the book, getting up to see what all the commotion was about.

Krolock followed where he heard it coming from, leading him to the sitting room. What he saw caused him to raise an eyebrow, confused and curious.

Sarah had Herbert ensnared in her arms, making sure he couldn't escape. He was trying to, however.

"Please! Please! I'm sorry! Really!" Herbert giggled, trying to pout at Sarah.

It didn't work, due to Sarah's fingers dancing and pinching at the other vampire's ribs.

"You are not," she huffed, glaring down at him, "you joke like this every night and I'm tired of it! I am not your mother! I'm two years younger than you!"

She softly scratched at the higher ribs, causing Herbert to let out a startled noise, followed by a flood of high pitched, bubbly giggles.

Krolock's brows furrowed. This seemed familiar but he couldn't think of what it was now. It had been so long... Then Sarah speaking again, made him recall.

"You know, I really didn't think you'd be ticklish," she grinned, showing off her new fangs. "I guess I have a new way of keeping you in line."

Ticklish. That was it... Yes... yes, Krolock remembered playing with Herbert when he was much younger and smaller. But it had decades. Practically over a century now.

It was strange. Laughter was not a sound Krolock was used to hearing within these walls- except during balls- but it was a sound he didn't realize he missed until now. Herbert hadn't laughed like this in a while.

Finally his son noticed his presence.

"Papa, make her stooooop!" Herbert whined childishly.

Krolock only shook his head, his lips trying to twitch into a smirk.

"No. You probably deserve this. You dug your grave. Now lie in it."

Oh, the betrayal! He would remember this! Taking his love's side instead of his only son's!

Sarah wiggled her fingers on his stomach, causing the blonde to sit up with a cackle.

"Please! I'm dying!"

That one actually managed to coax a chuckle from the count.

"Herbert my son, you are already dead."

He folded his arms over his chest, seemingly amused by the little show. Sarah stopped, however. His laugh had been soft, yet she heard it. Her gaze was now trained on him. Krolock tilted his head questioningly at her.

"Why did you stop? I will admit, I was enjoying watching him reap his consequences."

"What about you?" Sarah asked.

"Hmm?" Krolock raised a brow.

"Are you still ticklish?"

Both of the count's brows were raised now. Aside from that, he gave no reaction or indication that her question affected him.

"Well?" She was approaching him.

The taller vampire drew back.

"I think you're acting rather silly, dearest. But if you must know... I don't think so."

He wasn't trying to lie the way Herbert had. That was why he wasn't as nervous. He genuinely believed that it was a human affliction that would not affect him. Poor Herbert hadn't lived enough centuries yet. It would cease to affect him soon.

"Prove it." The young woman smirked.

Sarah had to admire his boldness. He hadn't even appeared nervous one time. ...Perhaps he was being honest?

Krolock sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. If it would make her happy...

"You are welcome to try, my love. But don't be too disappointed."

Sarah grinned eagerly, her hands darting out to squeeze and scratch at his sides and lower ribs.

To both of their surprises, Krolock jolted, letting out some choked back noise in the process.

The two locked eyes. Sarah's shocked expression morphed into one of pure mischief. He was still processing. How was this possible?! It shouldn't have been! He ceased to be human hundreds of years ago! This shouldn't have affected him!

"You are..." Sarah hissed, eyes alight with glee.

If she managed to get such a reaction from him with her hardly having to do much, she wondered just how ticklish he really was.

"Now, darling," Krolock cleared his throat, "it wasn't anything to get yourself excited over. It-"

His excuse was cut off by her repeating the motions. He let out a few shocked chuckles into the back of his hand.

"Come now! You've had your fun!"

This was just too good to pass up. Sarah rarely heard him laugh or saw him smile. He was always so gloomy. And now she had a remedy. She also knew he could not resist her requests... No matter how silly. He was too in love with her.

"Oh, let me have a little more fun? Please?" She batted her eyes at him, and Krolock thought he'd melt.

Maybe a little longer wouldn't hurt... It was a little overwhelming, though. He couldn't recall ever being this sensitive. Maybe it was on account of not being tickled in so long. Every nerve was on edge, making the experience all the more intense.

"Be gentle then!" He requested.

Sarah nodded in understanding. It must be new to him, she thought. Therefore she didn't wish to overwhelm him.

"You have such a nice laugh though," she observed. "Why don't I get to hear it more often?"

He let out a louder laugh, deepening as she scratched at the spaces in between his ribs.

"Nothing is ever amusing!" He retorted.

She giggled. "Is that so? Lucky for us to find a new way, huh?"

Oh no... This is going to become a common occurrence?

He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Laughter was foreign to him. There was nothing to laugh at, as he just said. Yet, he couldn't deny his castle sounded a little more lively now.

She fluttered her nails into the crook of his neck, and Krolock let out a sound that was suspiciously similar to a soft snort, he brought a shoulder up to protect the spot. She laughed with him, mentally noting there were other spots she had yet to try.

All in good time. She could get to them in the following days. That way she didn't push him too far.

"... Ironic that a vampire has a ticklish neck," Sarah teased.

"Hush!" He chortled in reply, just a little flustered now.

He was still laughing into the back of his hand, causing her to tickle him with one hand, while the other fought to pry his away from his mouth.

He tried to keep her from doing so but this was a losing battle. He allowed her to win, and Sarah found herself admiring his smile. She liked how his fangs showed.

Unsure what to do with his hands, Krolock gripped her shoulders for support. Especially when her scratching became insistent on his sides. Like spider legs crawling far too rapidly.

"Alright! Enough!"

He had all he could take for now and Sarah obeyed. She smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek that nearly caused him to go weak in the knees.

"I have a new weapon to use against you," she giggled. "And I plan to make it often."

Oh now, this was amusing.

"Do you?" He gave her a wicked smirk, that made her almost swoon.

He loomed over her, using his height to his advantage.

"You were human not too long ago, dearest. You're just as ticklish, I'll bet. If not worse."

Suddenly, Sarah found herself not liking this game anymore! She didn't give a verbal response but her eyes widened, and she tried to flee. Krolock only let out a deep chuckle, gently grabbing her wrist.

"I think we should test that..." He purred.

Good lord, what had she started? What had she done? Though he wasn't exactly complaining. Maybe this human weakness wasn't such a horrible thing.