#Cool bouncy toys

[gracedrita]

Cool bouncy toys

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[tails-is-cool]

just watched the amazing digital circus and honestly i get the jax hype he's very gender

[luciaramosc]

⁎⁺˳✧༚ dancing with our hands tied

pairing: luke castellan x afab! reader

warnings: mdni, smut, oral (f!rec), kissing, making out, nudity, swearing

word count: 2.5k words

an: i have no excuse for this, i’m in my #thothours rn. also episode 7 of pjo absolutely ruined me in the best way possible

You should have known from the first exchange of hot kisses and hushed whispers that this was a dangerous game to play. Dancing on a tightrope with Luke Castellan was bound to bring more ruin than good, but you couldn’t give a damn; Not when his lips trailed along your neck and perked themselves on the tender flesh. Not when his hands held you dearly like a prayer. And especially not when he’s whimpering oh so sweet for you.

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Under the cascaded moon light, Luke’s fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, leading the two of you through the camp and toward your cabin. As he twisted the door knob open with his other hand, he uttered a mental “thank you” to your half-siblings for busying themselves at the camp bonfire tonight. Pushing the door opening, a smirk etched itself on his face when he saw your bed, all made up and ready to be messed up. “You shouldn’t have bothered, princess,” Luke muttered softly. “We’re just going to end up ruining it,” he said, peering down into your eyes.

A blaze filed your cheeks at his words, and you couldn’t deny the tension filling in your chest. “It’s not the first thing you’ve ruined,” the smirk evident in your voice as your warm eyes met his. A quiet chuckle hummed from his lips at your joke, a bemused smile gracing his face as he shook his head. He loosened his grip around your wrist before moving to shut the door behind you. The satisfying click of the lock echoed in the otherwise empty cabin, and it granted him all the courage he needed for the moment.

He moved away from the door, turning his head towards you and within an instant, your arms were thrown behind his head. Your lips crashed with his in a dizzying frenzy, savoring the taste of your lover. His hand sought their place on your waist, his thumbs brushing against the plush of your tummy. Your fingers carded themselves through his bouncy locks before trailing down to rest behind his neck. He pulled apart first before trailing gentle kisses down the expanse of your neck and collarbones, adjusting his hands to rest his palms on your hips.

“Missed me, princess?” he teased you, welcoming the feeling of your fingers tugging his strands. “Something like that,” you sighed out. The feeling of his lips and teeth teetering at your skin made your legs weak, but Luke’s warm grip wouldn’t even let you think of crumbling. His hands found their way to rest delicately on the supple curve of your ass, his mouth trailing underneath your orange cabin shirt to kiss a purple bruise on your skin.

The desperation pooling in your chest brought your hands down to grip his biceps, your whispered pants and whines were swallowed by his mouth. Luke made his way back up to connect his lips with yours, hungry to feel you consume all his senses. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, “Hated being away from you all day.” His lips bruised themselves trying to memorize the pattern of your rhythm. “Missed you so bad. Thought about sneaking you off for lunch. Maybe some dessert too.” He whispered between kisses, and his words made the delicate skin between your legs drool. He held your frame close to his as the two of you whisked your way to your bed, eyes fluttering open as you pulled away from his kiss.

His love struck gaze found your own as he laid you down on the bed, his body leaning above her own. “Is this okay, baby?” he whispered, gentle hands toying with the hem of your shirt. Your fingers pulled his chin down to bring your lips together for a brief peck. “Always, my love.” A soft smile illuminated his face as he began lifting the fabric over your skin. The cool air nipped at your flesh, but you couldn’t pay any mind as the warmth radiating off Luke’s frame harbored in your core.

You aided in removing your cover, lifting your arms above your head to pull your shirt off. Luke’s attention was brought to your chest, taking in the precious details of his girl. He took in the delicate bow resting in the middle of your bra, almost like a bow on top of a present made just for him. He took in the freckles decorating your breasts and how each cluster looked like a constellation, sun kisses painting your delicate skin. And he took in the faded memories of previous nights in your bed, a smug grin taking his features as he sees reminders of him on you.

“My eyes are up here, Castellan,” you joked, crossing your arms in a mock offense. Luke’s cheeks warmed up as he realized he got caught staring, blinking and shaking his head suddenly. “Sorry, baby, just couldn’t help myself,” he uttered an apology. “Not when my girl looks this good.” His words sent you quietly giggling, his breath tickling the expanse of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Oh, aren’t you romantic?” you laughed out, the sarcasm heavy in your tone. His lips engaged with the skin on your chest with a smirk, leaving precious kisses and love bites for you to try to hide tomorrow morning. Your fingers run up his back, leaving scratches in their wake as they make their way to tangle in his curls.

Luke’s lips attached themselves to a tender spot on your neck, painting a beautiful mark that caused your back to arch into his touch. He grazed his thumb gently across the padded curves of your breasts, hands tracing from your rib cage to your back to unclip your bra. He threw the garment to sit next to your shirt, the pile by your desk growing by the minute. He palmed your breasts in his warm hands, and the friction rubbed your nipples so deliciously, making them perk up more in his touch.

His body travels down the expanse of your body, memorizing every inch of your body with his mouth. Luke settles his knees on the floor, his hands now squeezing the plush of your hips over your shorts. His thumbs fiddled with the loops of the denim before catching your eye and offering a sweet smile. “You’re so pretty like this, sweet girl,” he praised, running his hand up and down your thigh. She whined out at his touch, squeezing her thighs with a stroke of his hand. He moved to trail kisses down her tummy, making a sweet moan tumble out her lips as he got closer to where she needed him. “Luke, please touch me,” she moaned out.

She bucked her hips as she began to get impatient, her pussy soaked at Luke’s teasing. “Fuck, baby” she whispered out, desperation seeping through her tone. She knew what game Luke was playing at; the way he grazed his lips above her clothed core, ghosting his fingertips over the sensitive skin. As his lips continued to adorn her thighs with hickeys, she sat up on her elbows, bringing herself face to face with Luke. “Enough teasing, Castellan,” she huffed out. “Touch me or I’ll make myself cum tonight.” His eyes widen at her sudden command, the contrast between her soft whines and demanding tone giving him whiplash and a tighter tent in his pants. A smirk grazed his lips at her demeanor, and he knew that his game was working.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered out with a sly grin, hands immediately reaching behind his head to pull off the orange cabin shirt he adorned. His arms moved above his head to rid himself of the shirt, his muscles riveting with each flexing move. Now, it had been your turn to stare, to admire the work of art settled on his knees for you. He turned his body to throw his shirt next to your desk chair, and when he turned back to face his girl, he was met with hungry lips catching his own. You poured your love for Luke into the kiss, the ache seeping deep within your bones. Your lips broke apart before moving down his neck, savoring the taste and warmth of your lover. “I love you, Luke,” you breathed out between kisses. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” He whined out at your touch and your words, his senses overwhelmed by the pure adoration you were pouring out for him.

His fingers dug themselves into the fat of your hips, holding onto you like a lifeline. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he felt your mouth making its claim on his skin. Within an instant, your lips were back on his in a dizzying frenzy of lust and love. He pulled apart and held your chin, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your warm eyes. He pushed your body back down onto the mattress, his hands holding onto your hips so dearly.

He toyed with the button of your shorts, admiring the way the denim curved around your plush thighs. He looked back up at you through his lashes, catching a glimpse of your annoyed face. “Luke…” you had warned, but you both knew who was in control here. He smiled before moving his fingers to unbutton and unzip your shorts, sliding the fabric down your legs. He turned to throw the fabric toward the ever growing pile before eyeing a precious little bow on your panties, noticing how it unintentionally matched your bra.

“What is this, princess? ‘Got a present wrapped up for me?” He fiddled with the bow, grazing his finger right above your core. His hot breath fanned right above your aching pussy, and his hold on your thighs was too intoxicating. “Just for you, my love,” you whispered through shuddered breaths. Luke smirked at the thought of you being his and his only, and the thought only sent his mind into a frenzy.

His fingers grabbed the fabric resting on your hips before pulling down your panties, leaving you entirely vulnerable to his touch. He gently rubbed his thumb above your hip bones, reassuring you once he heard your breath pick up. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs. He took it upon himself to tease the skin there, leaving soft love bites for you to find in the morning. “I wanna make my girl feel good tonight,” he hummed out before pressing a kiss right above your core. You let out a whine, the desperate desire to feel his mouth on your pussy drove deep into your bones.

Within an instant, his tongue met her cunt, pushing its way inside her folds. The languid movement of his mouth against her left her breathless, his tongue fueling the fire in her belly.

He latched onto the taste of her, desperate to taste all of her. “Oh, fuck, Luke!” You breathed out between pants, the pleasure becoming dizzying. It became messy, but neither of you would complain. Your slick decorated his chin as his mouth moved diligently, trying to consume your nectar entirely. He threw your thighs above his shoulders, pressing your cunt ever closer to his face.

He lapped at you as if you were the only thing worth living for, drinking you up like his only lifeline. Given the proximity, it was no surprise his nose fumbled its way on your clit, but you couldn’t say you weren’t pleasantly surprised with the added feeling. The stimulation had become too much yet not enough all at once. The friction on your clit and in your folds send your mind into a fuzzy haze, drunk off the pleasure your lover was giving you. Your fingers shot straight to Luke’s curls, tugging on the strands. Luke moved his lips to attached onto your clit, and each scratch of his scalp sent him reeling, moaning around your bundled nerves. He shook his head in between your thighs, creating such a delicious feeling, it brimmed tears in your eyes. “Luke, please!” You cried out for more, desperation seeping out your core as Luke’s mouth kept you steady towards your first orgasm of the night.

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit to have the walls begin crumbling. You closed your legs around his head, locking him entirely on your cunt. His mouth trailed within your folds and his nose returned to rub on your clit. His mouth began writing symphonies in your pussy as your whines got increasingly louder, the sound a hymn to his ears as he knew you were close. He moved one of his hands to play with your eases nipple while the other gripped onto your hip so deeply, it was bound to leave a bruise in its wake.

With a few more strokes of his tongue on your pussy, your breathing had become desperate pants of air as you screwed your eyes shut. “Fuck, Luke, I’m coming,” you panted out. “I’m coming… I’m-“ And in that instant, your walls came crashing down. Your ears began ringing as blood rushed into your head, and you squeezed your thighs around Luke’s head. A throaty moan tumbled out your lips as you held tightly onto Luke’s locks, his tongue continuing its assault on your core. He was no longer doing this solely to please you, but to also satiate the lustrous hunger he had. The stimulation had become too much to bear, and tears began to fall down your pretty cheeks. “Luke, ‘s too much, I can’t,” you mumbled out in your fuzzy state. Your slick kept oozing out of your pussy, and Luke only took it as a challenge to drink you dry. It wasn’t until you tugged his curls, urging him away from your core, that he pulled away;

He moved his head back to catch a breath, eyes capturing the perfect glimpse of you in this new position: head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, back arched, and pussy clenching for something inside. “Good girl, baby. You did so good for me.” As your legs still rested above his shoulders, he took the opportunity to decorate your thighs with more kisses and love bites, filling the skin with more reminders of his love. He trailed his kisses down to your knees before standing up and making his way next to you.

He nuzzled you against him on the mattress, curling you deeply into his chest. You pressed your warm cheek against his chest as you caught your breath, focusing your hearing to his steady heartbeat. “Thank you, baby. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate you taking care of me.” She turned her head up towards her boyfriend, her lips grazing the column of his neck. He tilted his head down to meet her lips, sharing the taste of her on his lips. She moved her hand to hold his chin, but the proximity hadn’t been enough for the two of them (It never was.) She moved one leg to straddle over his lap, pressing her lips roughly against his.

“Already wanting round 2?” Luke pressed between kisses, smirking against her lips.

“Oh, don’t act surprised, Castellan.”

[teapartyprincess4two]

Parenthood- C. Sturniolo

pairing: Mom!reader x Dad!Chris

classification: SFW & NSFW head cannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship, I didn’t name the children but Chris has 2 sons in this 👍🏻

summary: head cannons of Dad!Chris.

Parenthood- M. Sturniolo (Matt’s Version)

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☆SFW

Fatherhood is something that scared Chris beyond belief, but when you broke the news to him he couldn’t contain his excitement. When your son was born, he fell in love immediately, and you both learned to navigate being parents. Then, when you were blessed with a second son, he was even happier.

☆ Chris cherishes every single memory, he’s really sappy about it all. He has a box full of pictures, baby socks, the wristbands from the hospital, everything.

☆ “Chris, some of this is trash,” you chuckle, filtering through the endless trinkets that all seemed to hold significance to him.

☆ “Our son’s first pair of socks isn’t trash, Y/n!” he snatches the box away from you, carefully placing everything back in.

☆ “Okay, but this dirty napkin?”

☆ “I wiped my tears with that. THANK YOU,” he snatches it from you, his sassy demeanor making you laugh.

☆ Chris loves spoiling his son, whether it be with toys and games, or with summer trips.

☆ He goes all out too, splurging on trips to Disney or to elaborate water parks, making sure to book the hotel and everything.

☆ “Babe, he’s 3. He won’t even remember this,” you chuckle, dragging luggage’s behind you.

☆ “Yes you will. Right, son?” Chris coos, bouncing the baby in his arms and blowing a raspberry into his neck. The baby giggles, the sound being music to Chris’s ears.

☆ The whole week it’s just you and Chris going on all the kiddy rides, snapping pictures of your son, and passing out back at the hotel.

☆ When you find out you’re pregnant with your second son, Chris does everything in his power to make your firstborn’s last months as an only child special.

☆ He takes him to the park, cuddles him to sleep every night, and showers that boy in so much love.

☆ Even though Chris is extremely high energy, being a working dad of two is very tiring.

☆ So, when the kids get older, he starts feeling comfortable taking ‘dad naps’ in random spots around the house.

☆ “Chris, babe, can you help me in here really quick?” you’re balancing a fussy baby on your hip, the other hand stirring whatever’s on the stove.

☆ You peer your head outside to see Chris knocked out on the hanging lounge chair. His chin rests on his chest, mouth open and arms crossed as small snores fall past his lips.

☆ Your oldest son holds a long piece of grass, tickling Chris’s nose with it. Your son whispers eerily,“Wake up daaaad. Wake uppppp.” You can’t help but giggle at the sight.

☆ Chris has successfully managed to cement his legacy as the ‘cool dad,’ or at least he thinks he has.

☆ He loves wearing funky graphic t-shirts when he’s chaperoning the kids, “I was young once too. I was the shit back then, kid.”

☆ Your oldest son just rolls his eyes playfully, but in reality he really looks up to Chris.

☆ Your youngest son loves dressing up like his dad, wearing his oversized t-shirts and beanies so big they fall past his eyes.

☆ “Look mom, I look like daddy!” he exclaims, accidentally tripping on the shirt as he runs towards you.

☆ Other times, Chris will throw on some sunglasses and try acting mysterious.

☆ The mysterious act doesn’t last long though, especially not when your youngest son cuddles up next to him for his afternoon nap or when your oldest starts asking for snack money.

☆ At family parties, Chris goes all out. He’s buying a bouncy house, cooking the burgers, renting an ice cream truck, and inviting all of his family.

☆ He loves playing games with his kids, usually forming teams and challenging them, “Alright me and Matt verses you two. Losers have to jump into the pool with their clothes on.”

☆ “Okay, but uncle Nick has to be on our team,” your oldest replies, fully confident in his ability to win his dad.

☆ Nick is then recruited, and surprisingly isn’t needed because your sons are completely obliterating Chris’s team.

☆ Chris isn’t a sore loser, it’s a trait he never wants to subconsciously pass down to his kids, so he’s jumping into the pool fully clothed as his kids watch in a fit of giggles.

☆ Laundry day is easily Chris’s most hated day, especially with two messy children.

☆ He’ll ���help’ you fold clothes, which really means that he’s toying with the same shirt and flicking through Netflix.

☆ When the kids are asleep, you and Chris will treat yourself to some takeout because that’s the only time you can order food that the kids don’t usually like.

☆ You two are like little rats, hiding in the pantry munching before the kids hear you and wake up.

☆ One small creak and you’re both frantically hiding the food. “THEY’RE COMING!” he whisper shouts, but when no one opens the door you both fall into a fit of laughter at the dramatics.

☆ As your firstborn son gets older, he starts becoming snappy and somewhat rude, as teenagers often do.

☆ And although Chris doesn’t like reprimanding his kids for the smallest things, he can be stern when it’s necessary.

☆ “Watch your fucking mouth, kid. I don’t want to hear shit like that from you again. Go to bed.” Your son is hanging his head down and trudging to his room.

☆ “Don’t you think you were a little harsh on him?” you whisper, holding onto Chris’s arm gently.

☆ “My kids aren’t gonna be disrespectful, especially not to their momma,” he replies, but when he hears your son sniffling in his room the guilt begins chipping away at him.

☆ It doesn’t take Chris long after that to enter your sons room and engulf him in a hug, scolding him in a much softer manner that informs your son that what he did was still wrong, but also that Chris still loves him.

☆ Baseball, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, hockey, football; your sons are doing it all.

☆ Chris is in the stands, cheering so loud that his voice is hoarse by the end of the game. Even when his kid’s team doesn’t win, he’s still so incredibly proud of their performance.

☆ Chris reps the jerseys, attends the practices, and coaches his sons even when they’re at home, “Widen up your stance then throw!”

☆ Whenever there’s an opportunity to make his boys laugh, Chris is taking it.

☆ He picks them up from school wearing big, fake teeth while playing silly songs on the stereo.

☆ Your sons are never embarrassed, they just hold their sides and laugh uncontrollably, “Dad I’m gonna pee, stop!”

☆ He doesn’t spoil his kids, but he definitely buys them an unnecessary amount of things. It’s mostly harmless stuff like toys, games, and sugary snacks.

☆ “They don’t need any more toys, Chris,” you scold, struggling to make space for all of it.

☆ “We don’t need anything, Y/n,” he replies, his inner child going crazy.

☆NSFW

As parents, it can be hard for you and Chris to make time for each other. Your schedules are packed with school, practices, work, and the few free moments in between are used for household chores. But Chris always makes time for you no matter what.

☆ For the most part, you have to be sneaky. During birthday parties or family events, you take advantage of how distracted your kids are and sneak away into an empty room like teenagers.

☆ Your adrenaline is pumping, clumsy fingers undoing his belt as he kisses you feverishly.

☆ “We have to be quick,” you whisper, watching hungrily as he lines himself up with your entrance.

☆ He doesn’t respond, knees wobbling and his animalistic grunts filling the room as he pumps into you quickly.

☆ Chris doesn’t last long, which is slightly embarrassing, but the times you guys have sex are so few and far between that you can’t blame him.

☆ “Sorry,” he whimpers, pulling out and collapsing next to you. “Don’t be sorry,” you smirk, straddling his hips and getting yourself off as he becomes an overstimulated mess.

☆ On date night Chris books a night at a nearby hotel, dropping the kids off with his parents and telling you to get all dolled up.

☆ He dresses up too, meeting you at the hotel bar and flirting with you like it’s his first time meeting you.

☆ “Hey beautiful, come around here often?”

☆ You play along, the butterflies swarming in your stomach despite sharing an entire life with this man, “I do. Never seen a man as handsome as you here before, though.”

☆ A few champagne glasses later, you’re both giddily walking back to the hotel room and making love under the soft lamp light.

☆ Some random mornings, he wakes up fully bricked and no matter how hard he tries to will the erection away it just won’t subside.

☆ “Y/n, baby, are you awake?” he murmurs, pressing soft, sloppy kisses on your exposed shoulders.

☆ You stir awake, a soft yawn escaping your lips as you reply, “I’m awake.”

☆ He pulls you in closer, his erection pressing against the back of your thigh.

☆ “Need some help there?” you chuckle, immediately understanding his intentions. He hums in response, letting you take over as he watches in a lazy haze.

☆ “So beautiful,” he moans, hands caressing and massaging every inch of your body. You can’t help but blush, hiding yourself in the crook of his neck.

☆ “Look at me,” he instructs, he doesn’t want to miss out on a single thing.

☆ “I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” his lips are latched to yours, an overwhelming feeling of love overtaking him as he blows his load inside of you.

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MASTERLIST

A/n: meow 😋 dad Chris anyone? 🎤

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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[hispg]

That's my daddy!

Pairings: DI! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: Your daughter gives a small speech for her dad.

Wc: 900

Warnings: dad! Leon, bit of fluffy, Leon being a silly man for his daughter.

An: Just remembering that I'm on vacation and won't be able to interact with you. I'll be back on February 6th and answer everyone! 🫶🏻

It was even comical the way Leon was in his daughter's classroom, in the middle of a bunch of children. The point of his being here was a presentation by the kids, where the parents would come to the school and receive a short presentation from their own children.

He was standing there, an awkward smile on his face, the suit he'd insisted on wearing to look presentable for the occasion. After all, the occasion was important. How could it not be? His girl giving a heartwarming speech in honor of her father was more than special.

Last week it had been your turn, and you had assured him that the little ones would like him too, so he didn't have to worry so much.

As soon as his daughter stood up, she came in with a smile from corner to corner, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail as she came in all bouncy.

"That's my daddy!" She begins, pride evident in her voice.

Leon smiles, looking around as the children look him up and down.

"I'm Leon, Leon Scott Kennedy." Leon says a little awkwardly, feeling like a clown in this situation.

"He's like a superhero! He's the bravest man I know!" She says, her giant smile making Leon melt inside.

She then stood on her tiptoes, making herself taller and speaking louder:

"Daddy is even friends with the president!" She said proudly once again, and that was enough for all the kids in the room to make a low murmur.

"Are you a superhero? The kind with superpowers?" One of the boys in the class asked, looking at Leon with a certain curiosity.

Leon chuckled, preparing to answer, but his daughter stopped him and answered for him.

"Of course! Daddy keeps the country safe! He's my hero!" She said, with a sweetness and tenderness that made him tear up.

Leon paid attention to every word his daughter said, he couldn't hold back the tears that soaked his vision when he saw the little girl speak about him with so much tenderness. Leon was her figure, the reason for so much admiration. Your daughter kept saying that Leon was a super police officer who took care of everyone, who kept everyone safe.

He had explained his profession to her this way, something simpler that hid the horrendous details of his profession. When she finished, all the children clapped, soon starting to whisper among themselves, Leon had really caught their attention.

All the children started bombarding him with questions, seemingly completely impressed by Leon. And although he didn't really want to, he even showed them his federal agent badge. That was all it took for the kids to get even more excited about Leon.

And he was only able to leave the classroom when he managed to answer all the curious little ones, in all honesty he didn't think it would somehow be so comical. While he was waiting for his daughter to finish talking to her classmates, one of them said:

"Your dad is so cool!" A gentle smile on the boy's face.

And then your daughter replies, " It's my dad! The most badass, coolest dad in the world!" She says with a little smile, hugging Leon's legs tightly.

Leon's heart filled with pride, and a cocky smile appeared on his face.

This was his daughter, and he was her hero.

Then they both headed out, finding you waiting for them outside.

"So, how was it?" You asked, giving Leon a reassuring smile.

"Great." He replies back, giving you a kiss on the forehead as you walk back home.

The path was calm, your daughter talking about how her day had been, school and everything her friends said. Soon the topic stopped at a toy kitchen, one she had seen at the mall and really wanted. And she knew that Leon wasn't capable of denying anything a girl asked for.

"Daddy, I want to buy a new kitchen!" Your daughter giggles, looking at her father with puppy dog eyes.

You giggled, giving the little one's hand a gentle squeeze as she walked between you and Leon, holding both your hands.

"But don't you already have one, darling?" Leon asks, not that he would deny buying the child a new kitchen if she wanted one.

Money has never been a problem for him, at least not since he started working as an agent.

"But mine's small! I want a big one! That way I'll be able to make the same food as mommy!" she said, a big smile on her face, showing the dimples you loved so much.

Leon then looked at the little girl, replying with a mischievous smile on his lips, "Burnt food, you say?"

The comment was enough to make you narrow your eyes at Leon, only to see him laughing his ass off at his own comment.

Your daughter was about to laugh too, but she saw your gaze on Leon and held her smile, not holding her tongue to complain to him.

"Daddy! Mommy makes the best food in the world!" She says in her cute, loving voice, giving you a smile.

"If the food is bad, I'll let you take care of dinner tonight." You tell him, and at the same moment his laughter dies down.

"Oh, come on. Just kidding." He mumbles, trying to win you over with a peck.

"You're cooking dinner tonight." You say again, looking at him while your daughter giggles at her father's expression.

Well, at least he had no plans to have dinner at home tonight. Dinner in a restaurant seemed like the perfect escape.

[whereireid]

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would u do hcs for riding their thighs 😋 or an imagine of one of em they all got some nice laps

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰/ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 + 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 | 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

summary: thigh riding with the boys. all drabbles

— warnings: thigh riding - orgasms, oral fixations, twisted dynamic (specifically between quaritch and reader, can't write that man nicely) nicknames [bunny, sweetheart, sweet girl, daddy] - whether reader is na'vi or human is up to your interpretation!-

ꕤ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

"Nice and wet already, huh, bunny?" Quaritch says from above you, your pretty cheeks flushing over with warmth as his hands come down to grasp your hips.

He is huge. Frighteningly so. Your heart hammers in your chest, your eyelashes batting rapidly, your hands frantically holding onto his shirt. It feels wrong - so, so wrong to be naked atop of him, especially when he's fully dressed. You're so bothered - so embarrassed that you actually look like you're going to cry, your big doe-eyes glistening with tears.

"You gonna cry, bunny? You gonna cry when you cum all over daddy's pants?" His tone drips with mockery, and he has the audacity to laugh at you when you breathe out shakily, your hands trembling as you grip tighter onto his shirt.

“Please stop,” you whimper as he grinds your hips for you roughly, his cargo pants stimulating your clit shamefully. “It - it feels weird,”

"It feels good and you don't like it," Quaritch interrupts plainly, his fingers toying with your lips, letting out a quiet hiss as your mouth instinctively wraps around them to suck. "That's my girl. My little bouncy bunny, bouncing up and down her daddy's thighs. Feel's good, doesn't it?"

Shamefully humming in agreement, you dip your head slightly, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers, sucking carefully. Perhaps it's because there's so much of him that you can't hold back. The folds of his cargo pants press against you harshly, the fabric stimulating your clit, and you pathetically whine against him.

Quaritch smirks, leaning back slightly to take you all in. He presses his fingers against your tongue, satisfied with just how well you're taking him - how you're grinding against him despite the shame and guilt that comes with it. "Come undone all over my pants, bunny. I want the world to see what a dirty little slut you are."

As you gasp against him, your little hips desperately rutting on his thighs, squirting all over him like you have no shame, he lets out a gentle hiss, ears pinning backward instinctively. You're going to do this all over again until you're an even more crying, weeping mess on his thighs.

ꕤ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

Thick thighs; strong thighs. Once weak and small, foreign to the strength needed to run on forest floors and mountain land, now tough and powerful. It's hard to drag your eyes away from your mate, as he kneads moisture into his legs to soothe the ache from adapting to a newer climate: the ocean.

"You starin' at me, sweetheart?" Jake's voice is cool and calming, his eyes not leaving his thighs as he addresses you.

Ears pinning backward, a slight flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. "I like what I see," you answer honestly, and your mate chuckles to himself, rubbing the moisturizer into his thighs in hard, circular motions.

He hisses. "You are doing it wrong, ma Jake. Gentle, gentle, here, let me help you." You take the pot of moisture away from him, silently clambering onto his lap, your chest growing tight as you softly begin to knead his thighs.

Jake stares at you. It is intense and piercing, and he grumbles as your fingers dully brush against his crotch as you rub his thighs. They are big and muscular - flexing every time you roll your thumbs against a particularly tight knot, and you find yourself dreaming about what you could do with them. How good they could make you feel.

"You okay, sweetheart? Seem to be dozin' off slightly." Jake's hand slither into your hair and you mewl quietly, your nose brushing against one of his thighs. You pepper a soft kiss to it, and he hums. "I think I know what you want."

"Do you?"

"Mmm. Sit on my lap for me, sweet girl, that's right - uh-huh, perfect."

It's a strange feeling at first. Jake's thighs are lotioned up, soft and glistening, and you find your body slipping subconsciously down his thighs. Your bottom half is almost bare against him, and you stifle an obnoxious moan as he steadies your hips so you don't slip anymore. The friction feels amazing, and you pout at his steadying, wiggling your hips side by side softly.

You hope he doesn't notice, but Jake isn't stupid. He grins to himself as he softly begins to roll your hips up and down, pressing you hard against his thighs. Your arms wrap around him instinctively, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your senses overstimulated with his scent and the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under your cunt.

"Let's see how good I can make you feel, huh, sweet girl?"

ꕤ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈

"Make yourself feel good, my flower. Do not worry about me."

Tonowari's big, strong arms are wrapped around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck, breathing in your scent. It is new to him, all of this - feeling so devoted and prideful. Your womb blooms with life, and he is afraid to hurt you. The birth of your first child will be soon, and he does not want to risk any consequences.

He's heard enough horror stories to know otherwise. Tonowari grunts as you shuffle against him, your loincloth abandoned on the hut floor. There is no light but that of candlelight, burning low, and he can just make out your lewd and illicit features. His bare thighs flex as you comfortably plant yourself against him, thighs spread either side of his eagerly, your womb swollen with life.

It makes his cock throb eagerly when he hears you moan - when he feels your slick press against his thigh, when you begin to grind atop of him. It's painful - so incredibly painful to watch his mate come undone with no help, but he cannot do anything.

He must watch.

Your body trembles against him softly, your voice wavering as you moan, "oh, Tonowari, your thighs are so strong. They are like that of a great warrior. You manage to please me in every sector of life."

Like clockwork, he tenses again, eager to please. Tonowari peppers soft kisses against your face, basking in the salty taste of water and sweat as you begin to rut against him in a desperate frenzy of heat. "My flower, do not wilt yourself out. I want you to bloom."

"I'm blooming, Tonowari - oh Ewya - I'm so close," your voice wavers a your cunt slicks against his thighs, comfortable as he flexes beneath you, urging him to bounce his leg softly. And he does - of course he does because all Tonowari ever wants to do is please you, so he looks away, a dark blue blush rising on his cheeks like the dawn, and bounces his legs.

It is enough for you. If Tonowari let you, you would worship his thighs - pepper gentle kisses to them, devote yourself to them - but he won't. So this is what you settle for, an orgasm that drowns you, which has your mate holding you up as you cream all over his legs, body convulsing atop of him.

[arecaceae175]

I’m rewatching Phineas and Ferb (it’s my fav comfort show) and it’s SO full of autism. SO FULL

Ferb is autistic

Phineas is autistic and ADHD

Candace is autistic

Dr. Doofenshmirtz is autistic and ADHD and has CPTSD

Their dad is autistic

Their mom has ADHD

I will not be taking criticism. My qualifications are that I'm autistic XD

I can go into detail AND I WILL

Ferb

Nonverbal!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Non!!!!! Verbal!!!!!

In the episode where they make an animal translator Phineas talks about how Ferb has a lot of thoughts, he just can’t say them out loud

Special interest in engineering and building and such

Incredible imagination

He can’t show emotions on his face

He doesn’t respond to social cues

He and Phineas are each others special interest person

In the Aglet episode when Candace is making fun of their dad for not looking up “aglet” on the computer Phineas explains to Ferb that “removing prepositions makes it more condescending”

“The cartilaginous fibers from the bovine patella structure that gelatin’s extracted from gives it that fun, bouncy quality.”

When he does speak, it’s monotone and often a fun fact- perhaps because he doesn’t know how else to connect to people through his words

He’s nonverbal!!!!! 😄😄😄😄😄😄

Same routine every day. They do the same things at the same time (different inventions but same routine) and even have their alarms set to 7 in the summer

In the bully breakup episode he has trouble with the routine change. He tells Phineas he felt like he would scream if he couldn't build something

In the episode where they all try to figure out where their inventions go every day, at the end of the episode Candace is really upset because it disappeared and she doesn't know why. Ferb realized she's upset but isn't sure how to help so he says a science fact "Well, we were all watching it. And quantum theory states that the mere observation of an experiment changes its outcome."

He's nonverbal / semi-verbal and it makes me so happy

Phineas

Hyper verbal

Candace’s busting attempts go completely over his head

Special interest in engineering and building things

Incredible imagination

He talks over other people a lot and doesn’t notice

He and Ferb are each others special interest person

Special relationship with animals, specifically Perry

He repeats the same phrases every episode

Has trouble recognizing sarcasm

He doesn’t really have social awareness

His voice is very often monotone

He hyperfocuses on the inventions

Same routine every day. They do the same things at the same time (different inventions but same routine) and even have their alarms set to 7 in the summer

In the bully breakup episode he has trouble with the routine change. He keeps suggesting things to build to get back to their routine

But despite the routine he doesn't know what they're building until the day of because he also needs spontaneity

Candace

Has trouble focusing except when focusing on busting

Can't focus on other things when focused on busting

Special interest in busting Phineas and Ferb

Other special interest Ducky MoMo and collects items for it

Hyper verbal

Very focused on routine

In the episode where she’s sick and she tries to get Stacy to bust Phineas and Ferb, but she isn’t able to let Stacy take the lead and ends up getting out of bed when she isn’t really well enough to do the busting

VERY black and white thinking

Candace stims a lot!!!!!

She has trouble learning to drive (which is very common in neurodivergent people)

Has trouble making friends

She scripts conversations

Repeats the same phrases every day

Overanalyzes social situations because she has trouble understanding them

She’s obsessed with being cool and fitting in because she doesn’t naturally understand social cues

“I calculate that soon must mean first thing in the morning, since ‘soon’ can’t refer to a period in excess of or equal to 24 hours give or take a 59 minute cushion of time on either side of the event in question.”

Has a lot of childhood toys that she refuses to get rid of

She mentions in one episode that she feels like her room is too childish and she isn’t as mature as others her age (difference in maturity to neurotypical peers)

She doesn’t join in when her friends play with Phineas and Ferb because of her rigid thinking that she has to bust them. Even when they want her to play or hang out with them, she often doesn't realize it and can't let herself

When she reads Sherlock Holmes she copies his personality and phrases

Hyperfixated on the book series and read the whole thing in a single night

She plays every instrument that starts with B

Grilled cheese safe food

Goes into the panic room when overwhelmed or something is outside routine

Dr. Doofenshmirtz

Special interest in making evil scemes

He monologues to Perry every day about his special interest

Bad posture (common in autistic people)

Stims a lot

Repetitive thinking (inators)

Echolalia

In one episode Vanessa is trying to talk to him about something and he keeps getting distracted by echolalia and stim-speaking his words

He only interacts with animals on a regular basis and when he has to talk to people he is very socially awkward

Inattentive, forgetful, unorganized

A lot of his inators have to do with his childhood trauma

Norm the robot helps him with home tasks

Face blindness- he can’t recognize Perry unless he’s wearing his hat

Dad

Vocal stimming!

“Fossils! Bum bum bum.” (fun fact this is a vocal stim of mine!!!!!)

Special interest in antiques and gladiator movies

He has a huge collection of gladiator movies

In the lake nose monster episode he’s telling phineas and ferb stories and completely unaware of anything else happening while he’s talking (infodumping)

Hyperfixated on buying stars and buys a TON in one day

Also gives someone a star as a tip and doesn't realize why that might not be appreciated

Mom

Different interest/activity every episode

She gets hyperfixated on the activity and has trouble leaving it to come home or answer Candace's calls

Oblivious to the boys' antics

I’m gonna keep coming back to update this as I rewatch so it will eventually be the Ultimate List of Autism ™.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Charlie Redesign🍎

Made my own take on Charlie for Fun! There’s so much I LOVE with Charlie’s look already(LOVING THAT TUX!).

Went for a mix of the old and new elements. Kept the red but added darker parts, re-added the softer ends and went for a mix of the pilots fun bouncy hair and new triple ponytail! Also added some more light pink and black like the OG had. Kept the name tag but made it gold⭐️

Pushed the doll aesthatic more, adding body and mouth lines to give off vintage doll/puppet joints. Also made her outfit more vintage aesthetic to give off a toy porcelain doll aswell as allude to a more Vaudeville vibe!

Also added in the lamb motif. I LOVE lamb/doll Charlie! Added cute lil ears, horns, heart shaped nose and though it’s hard to tell at this angle, the legs are meant to be a bit more bipedal🐑

Also wanted to make her look more conductor aesthatic since she’s such a musical lover 🎼 . Gave her a lined shirt, more detailed pants, cummerbund and even fingerless Tux gloves!!!!!

Made her hair curlier and more golden, like golden delicious! Was going for Pinkie Pie vibes!!!! LOVE the curls!!!!!

Kept the red but made it a deeper, more apple red🍎🍎🍎

Also added more light warm pink for a sweet vibe and to contrast with my Angels cool pinks!!!!

SHE AND ANGEL ARE BLAZER BUDDIES!!!!!!!!!

Pushed the apple motif more with the red suit and even added a cute giant apple bow for her!🍎🎀

Another reason I kept her red is because I’m going for a rainbow motif with the gang and Reds a good Color for Charlie!❤️🍎🌈LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!!

Made pupils the default!

I’ve also made a redesign for Angel🕷️🕸️

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[sol-consort]

Humans L O V E mimicking things, meowing back at cats, taping our feet with the hops of a bird, noticing how someone says hello or goodbye and repeating their same greeting to them, copying posture and voice volume.

Would Aliens be put off by this? Enticed? See it as endearing or creepy?

Turians noticing how humans stand on their toes more while talking to them, how they puff their chest more and follow the movement of their talons. Curiously asking about their war paint and commenting on how cool it looks, wondering if it's okay for them to pain something similar on their face.

Quarian's bouncy nature gets copied by humans around them without realising it, softly bouncing on their feet or tapping their fingers against a surface with the same rhythm.

Humans who just see something and ask if someone's gonna copy it, and not even wait for an answer.

Asari phrases sticking to human pop culture and becoming common slang or sayings the more people repeat it between themselves, yeah everyone knows what embrace eternity means, memes about it were just trending.

Same with Turian's "bare-faced" saying, the humans embrace it and use it in their own language despite having no business to do so.

The fact we consider mimicry as flattery. We coo at cats sitting on our laptops because they saw us spending time there, we laugh at dogs wearing hats or human like clothes, we learned how to appropriately pet birds so that we don't send them the wrong message, we took notice of the other species around us and how to best befriend them.

So of course these same humans would see the aliens as friends to share their toys with, give them all of our stories and art, let them borrow our language and clothes, enthusiastically explain our constellations and dreams while encouraging them to share their own. We're a community and family based society by nature that adopts everyone into it. It is possible for a human to feel closer to an alien and bond deeper with them than they might ever do to another human.

[videochess]

What are three (among your) favorite fantasy weapons/tools? If you fell into a Dive to the Heart, which one would you Wield to gain its Powers and which would you Sacrifice to augment your stats/build?

ohhh man this is a tough one. favoured Fantasy Weapon for me kinda depends on context… i love to be contrarian so in a game thats primarily melee i wanna do ranged and vice versa, for instance. in a game thats all swords, if theres One axe or mace or an option to use fists, thats the one im attracted to.

if i free myself from the chains of Context… ok i think im gonna have a REALLY hard time picking three so im just gonna list some weapons/tools used in fantasy stuff that i think are cool (not strictly Fantasy Weapons because some of this shit is real But Not How THEY Use It!)

shields: not a weapon but so cool. i love shields. you can use them to attack if you want and there's so many styles.

chakram: i didn't really think much about these until playing dancer in ffxiv and now i'm really chakram pilled. also if you play the xena: warrior princess game for psx you can throw a flying chakram that you then directly control in near-first-person and explore the entire level using it. which i think i would be able to do also

staves: magic ones. not a boring bo staff. but also i want to use it like a bo staff & not just as a Spell Focus. fact: i was really excited for palutena in smash 4 because the idea of a staff+shield moveset was REALLY exciting to me but she barely swings the staff around at all… wasteful!

maces, flails: i'm a cleric at heart so i always feel warmed to see one of these guys. it's unfair to bundle these together because they're vastly different technique wise but whatever

kanabo: this is like, a little bit from column Staff, a little bit from column Mace. (ok you dont use a staff like youd use one of these but maybe i would.) its like a giant baseball bat from demon's hell. awesome toy

katars: these are more of a childhood fav but my very first 2nd class in ragnarok online was Assassin because i was obsessed with those cool hand blades. when i was a kid i asked for a katar (real) for my birthday and got one. & it sucked ass

pickaxe: just a cool shape

Just Throwing Shit: im always enchanted by this option when it's present. i love the idea of specializing in just Throwing stuff. Any stuff. the little bouncy hammer you can throw around in destiny 2 as a solar titan is a favorite example of this but many rpgs have "thrown weapon" specializations that dont necessarily correspond to any one weapon Shape. its awesome.

bows: i think they are cool. not much else to say

OK and if i fell into a dive to the heart and i had like a whole armory waiting for me ummmmmm i would… probably pick Staff and sacrifice Sword. this Literally matches what i did in my kh playthru stream which makes it sound kind of boring but, whatever! if magic exists im gonna wanna use it!!! if it doesnt im still gonna have a cool long stick!!!! cant lose!!! actually though if magic DOESNT exist i want a kanabo or chakrams. Thank you!

Honourable Mention: in ultima online there's a weapon called "Hammer Pick" thats like a normal claw hammer with an inordinately long handle. i always thought this was cool. food for thought

[owlish-owlhouse]

Yandere Collector headcanon?

You pinkie swear with the Collector after making a deal with him. You'll be his bestest friend forever and play with him always but only if he leaves the rest of the Boiling Isles alone and heals everyone after the day of Unity. Locking his pinkie with yours he smiles devilishly as he whisks you away before King or Eda can stop him.

He keeps his end of the deal before he makes you both a castle just for the two of you! One where you can play, and dance, and sing all you want, all the time!!! No one can ever stop your fun! There's no rules like Philips lame castle and it's just the two of you. The floors are bouncy, there's rooms without gravity, the gardens a wonderland of crazy looking plants, the books come alive in the library, in the music room the instruments play themselves, abomination servants walk around the castle with star freckles, there's stuffed animals and plush things everywhere, toys litter the hallways, the kitchen makes snacks for you both, and so many more cool things to explore together that the Collector hasn't even thought of or explored yet!

Your his bestest friend ever/play mate (plaything) /toy yet. He doesn't really understand the difference between those words and uses them interchangeably like adoring nicknames. If you try to explain the difference to him inbetween game sessions he either doesn't listen or just doesn't understand. He thinks your his bestest friend but he doesn't treat you like how a healthy friend would treat another friend because he doesn't know how. Good luck teaching him.

He has so many games he wants to play. Tag, hide n seek, chase, freeze tag, three legged race, and so many others! There's also board and card games to be played and sometimes he'll make a game up just for the heck of it. If you make up a game he'd love to play that too!!! He likes being in charge of the rules though so don't try and cheat when your in charge. Collector could care less what your playing together as long as your playing. Just bouncing in the hallways with you is fun or sharing his stuffed animals and other toys. He loves spending time with you and always has fun when your around. Sometimes he can be really overbearing and drive you to the point of exhaustion but it's all in the name of fun. He'll go from activity to activity dragging you behind him, if your tired he's sure the next game will wake you up!

Collector has so many nicknames for you. Doll/Dolly, Toy, Friend, Precious, Sibling, Buddy, Bestie, Bff and a million more. He of course knows your real name but prefers to call you the other things as he thinks that's what friends do. He would love you to call him nicknames as well and would be pretty pushy about it. He puts so much love into your nicknames you should do the same for him!!! That's what besties do right? He prefers anything silly/kind and will tell you his favorites so you use them again. (Some of the nicknames he gives you are more mean spirited than anything but most of them are surpringly sweet, don't give him a rude nickname though he won't take it well) Also Starboy/anything involving the stars are some of his favorite nicknames. If you call him little brother he might actually cry and just hug you happy.

He loves telling jokes and playing pranks! Tell him your best jokes pretty please. He always bursts out laughing even if their horrible because he just hasn't had anyone tell him a joke. If you don't have any he'll get you a joke book so you can memorize and surprise him. He also adores puns. It's a two way street however. As he expects you to laugh at all his joke, puns, and pranks as well. Even if some of the jokes can be mean and the pranks can be dangerous he wants you to laugh. Collector never does anything to intentionally harm you but as an excited kid with way too much power and energy it tends to happen.

Boundaries are non existent with them. He will be hugging you, holding your hand, and clinging to your arm. He's been deprived of touch for 400 years and he's going to catch up on that with you. He'll also ask to be held by you, ride on your shoulders, demand he be given piggy back rides, and jump into your arms whether you want him too or not. Sometimes he asks but most of the time he doesn't and you just have to get used to how clingy he is. Forget ever being alone again, he is glued to your side because he takes the best friends forever title he's given you very seriously.

As first when he gives you food it's all candy or other sweet desserts. He summons a feast full of cakes, cookies, and candies. Your going to have to explain to him while sweets are amazing as a treat too many are bad for you. He may not understand and get pouty because they work just fine for him and sweets are the best why don't you like them? He might think your broken as sweets are clearly the best but than you have to carefully remind him that your both very different. After a week he relents and starts adding more healthy food for you like fruits, nuts, meats, and non sweet grains. However, vegetables have yet to make an appearance as he seems to hate them.

Collector also doesn't understand the need for you need to eat two or three times a day but fits in feeding times inbetween your sleep and play sessions. Collector personally doesn't really need to eat but enjoys snacks and sweets regardless. He always shares with you and when you have snacks he expects you to do the same. He often given you his unfinished snacks for you to hang onto so he can finish them later. (Younger brother behavior to a T)

They constantly use their magic to show off to you. He does so many tricks for your entertainment but he expects your applause and awe at each spell in return. His favorite tricks include summoning fireworks, making things levitate, or creating something entirely new. If your mad at him one day and try to ignore him or act bored at his magic he gets really upset and throws one of his famous tantrums.

The only way the choas will stop is if you pay attention to him like he wants, your attention and adoration is all he wants and it always calms him down. He warns you with teary eyes as you hold him after his meltdown his magic won't be so nice next time if you don't appreciate it which scares you into being nice again. You learn to hide any of your negative emotions from Collector after incidents like this.

If you ask he'll teach you to do really powerful magic like him too!!! (even if your human) He really likes doing magic with you and enjoys teaching you new things since magic wise he knows so much more than you. He likes knowing more and might tease you about your lack of knowledge. A little mean maybe but it's done in a very playful and teasing manner. All his spells are super fun and are things you can use in games you'll play together later! Like levitation or creation or other things like that. He's of course more powerful than you which gives him an advantage when playing but he wants to make it kind of fair. You should be having fun too after all!

Matching clothes are a must because as besties he wants to twin with you. The Collector may even change your apperence to make you look like him. White hair, celestial themed clothes, star freckles, and different colored eyes. He changes you back after awhile cause he likes how you looked before but be warned if he decides to look like a mini you one day. Finds it funny to change up your look every now and than just to see how you react.

If you ask for it, it's yours. He will summon/make/take anything you want and give it to you. After all friends give each other things right? After his gift though you need to be extremely greatful or he may get pouty and try to take the gift back. If you seem to be using his gift too much or more focused on the gift than him he may get jelaous and try to take it back as well. So it's a balance of being greatful but not to attached as he wants your full attention on him and not what he got you. Of course sharing is caring so he'll calm down if you offer to split the gift or put it away and suggest doing something else together.

Other than games he also loves stories. Every night and sometimes while your eating he wants to hear a story. You can read it from a book or tell it from your head, making it up with him. He'll use his shadow puppet mastery to help tell the story and he adds in things when he thinks the story needs a little extra something. He always has so much fun and enjoys making you laugh!!!

His attention is short lived and his observation skills are not the best. Because of this he often forgets your limits and accidentally hurts you. He of course feels bad as your his favorite and he never really means to hurt you. Collector will get star bandages even if there's no blood and will act as your personal doctor as he sticks them on you. He'll give you gentle kisses for your boo boos and make sure not to play for the rest of the day so you can heal. He'll use his magic to take away any pain but still wants to put bandages on you and act as your personal doctor.

Collectors pretty easy to calm down when he gets mad and you learn quickly what'll appease him and what'll set him off. He has very lax rules but that's both a good and bad thing as sometimes it's hard to tell what you can and can't get away with. Don't worry though the worst thing he'll do for punishments is put you in time out or put you to bed early if your being cranky. If your being mean or upset him he might start a tantrum but he's careful to just destroy your things and his toys and not direct his powers at you as he doesn't want to hurt you. Anytime you do get hurt from one of his tantrums it's always an accident and he feels bad afterwards. He does however like playing doctor and enjoys taking care of you after you get hurt even if it was an accidnet.

They really love when you hum or sing to them or just outloud in general. Collector has a thing for dancing so he'll grab your arms and laugh dancing with you as you sing. He however, might keep demanding you to sing and dance til the point you drop from exhaustion. He never means to push you this far but sometimes he gets excited and forgets how easily you can get tired compared to him and his endless energy!

Speaking of exhaustion he doesn't really understand sleep all that well. But he knows that your not a being of pure energy like him and that you need sleep. Collector makes the biggest, prettiest, most comfortable pillow fort for you to sleep in and for him to play in. He tucks you into warm blankets very carefully and makes sure your pillows are nice and fluffy and that you have stuffed animals so you don't get lonley. (You typically sleep in the giant room sized pillow fort but if your in timeout/ early bedtime your placed somewhere more boring to sleep)

As your sleeping if Collector gets bored or lonley he may use his magic to speed up time so it's been eight hours for you but like eight minutes for him. This way you can rest but also play! As your sleeping he might get jealous of the stuffed animal your hugging (even though he put it there) and decide to crawl into your arms to cuddle instead. He really loves cuddles and doesn't mind staying still for long periods of time as long as he's being held.

All in all it's a dangerous situation because of the Collectors powers. But he pinkie swore to protect his favorite toy/friend so your more or less safe. Hopefully Luz, Willow, Amity, Hunter, and Gus come back soon to help save you but until then you'll gladly play with the Collector and be his bestest friend if it protects Eda and King and your home. After all Collector has warned you what he'll do if you break your pinkie swear of being his bestest friend forever. You can only pray you somehow find a way out of this before you become too accustomed to it.

[randomfoggytiger]

"Doesn't Make Him Less of a Miracle"

(Fictober, Day 30)

Fictober's almost over, and I haven't tackled the very genre that lured me into fic in the first place: S9 AU.

*****

William took after his father in many ways: he was very bright, unnaturally articulate for his age, and immaculately opportunistic: a born-and-raised schemer (though said schemes were often undercut by his innate inability to lie believably-- which Mulder ribbed Scully about, mercilessly.) He was also an incredibly fast runner with a propensity to dive head-first into the nearest kerfuffle. 

And Fox Mulder, the intelligent progenitor of this intelligent child, exploited that propensity to its fullest whenever he needed a few hours of unbroken concentration. Thus, Skippy’s Bouncy Castle and Ball Pit Stadium became the local haunt for the Mulder-Scully family’s operations. 

Alternating his afternoons between sifting through poached documents and worming his way into various mummy or nanny groups, Mulder learned just as much about thumb sucking habits as he did the ever-changing factions and movements of the crumbled Consortium empire. It wasn't a leap to apply his hostage negotiation tactics to toddler tantrum mitigation; and, to his surprise, he seemed more popular outside of the Bureau than in it, constantly getting interrupted by a child or their guardian with yet another situation that needed diffusing.

But like all aspects in life, there were prices to be paid for peace; and little William Mulder-Scully chose closing time on an already hectic Monday to exact that price.

*****

“Willaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Mulder dropped his hands out of their airhorn position, pivoting to watch, helplessly, as hordes of well-behaved, snot-nosed, and spit-curled children of all ages wobbled out after their parents. The very picture of the Rockwell American dream. Staff members were whipping out mops or picking up stray toys-- one particularly under-tipped teenager glowered at him from her post near the light switch-- and still William did not appear from the midst of the ball pit. 

For a split second the old fear rushed irrationally back, cold sweat breaking out on his neck, "Fox!" clamoring in his mind-- but Will’s sudden outburst of giggles grounded him in reality, shook him involuntarily with relief. Deal with it another day.  Annoyance at his unexpected fear-- and annoyed he was annoyed-- spurred Mulder into action.

"Will, outta the ball pit-- we gotta go pick up food.” ‘Pick up food’: the universal unspoken for quick-and-easy greasy garbage from the nearest burger joint. Another thing father and son had in common.  

His precious miracle cackled. “Daddy, I’m a sea monster. You have to come hunt me.” 

“Sir--”

Mulder jolted at the sudden, vicious tug on his sleeve. Light switch teenager, frosted lips curling even further downward, had somehow learned teleportation and wasted that ability by scaring the daylights out of him. “The ball pit's closed. Grab your kid and go.” 

The ghosts of each and every one of Scully’s long-suffering eyerolls flashed through his mind; and he counted them, likely by tens, in an attempt to remain calm. Losing his cool exterior while hopped up on too many cups of coffee would only damage any potential future discount-- not to mention the years of ammunition Scully would have on him as their son inched slowly towards the plague of puberty.

“Yeah, just a minute, my--”

Losing interest in Light Switch Girl, Mulder covered the last few feet in a light jog, skidding across a wet patch on the floor but recovering his footing with a couple of hairy maneuvers.

Red ball, green ball, blue ball, green, green, blue, purple? Red, blue-- 

Red hair. The sea monster was just submerging on the other end of the pool, upgrading his chortles to belly laughter. 

“William, we can play the sea monster game tomorrow, but we’ve got to leave now.” Mulder was pleased to note that his son’s head paused, recognizing that ‘William’ and ‘got to’ were a big deal compared to ‘Will’ and ‘gotta’. The head bobbed up and down, wavering between losing the battle with honor or fighting the war with outright rebellion. 

Since logic seemed to be winning over wheedling-- a trait Scully would rib him over, mercilessly-- Mulder doubled down. “C’mon, Buddy, the workers have to clean up and go home. They want to eat, spend time with their families. …Watch a movie.” Well, a little wheedling wouldn't hurt.

The sea monster was drifting closer, his thoughtful Scully scowl and blue eyes rising above three green balls perfectly resembling algae-speckled rocks. What are the odds. “Is it… dirty in here, too?” 

YES. “Yeah, Will, it’s pretty gross in there. Probably has a few cooties, too.” 

His son may have had the genes of a scientist, but he hadn’t quite figured out the finer points of germ pathology. William breeched, fast, which gave his dad scant seconds of catch time before nearly faceplanting on the floor. “Cooties!” he chanted while wildly flinging his arms about, forcing Mulder the Triumphant to dodge a few accidental nose wallops.

Cooties really did come in handy. 

“Sir--”

Great. Light Switch Girl was back. 

“--your laptop and bag were moved to the front desk. If you could please grab them, we need to finish closing up.” She crossed her arms, sneered at his wiggling son, and began to brusquely tap her foot. 

In moments like these, Mulder wondered why he bothered trying to save the planet.  

“Thanks.” Readjusting Will-- who was attempting to climb, face first, down his back-- and offering an equally charming lip twitch of his own, Mulder skidded his retreat across the room, sorted and collected his things-- with the hand not currently grabbing his four-year old’s ankle-- and hoisted all of his belongings-- sea monster included-- over both shoulders before making his grunting exit. 

“Willy, I think you’re getting too big to be able to lug around anymore. Soon you'll have to help drag me back to the car.” 

Sea monsters and cooties forgotten, William puzzled this new idea while getting situated in his car seat. Mulder let him pursue it in silence-- another neat wrangling trick-- as he buckled, unbuckled, and rebuckled straps; then, since the gears were still turning in his son's head, he slid the bag onto the floor and slid himself into the front seat. The driver's safety belt was clicked into place when Will jerked upward, waving his hands and beaming at his father in the rearview mirror.

“It’s not me, it's the laptop! It becomes heavier every time you save another part of the world!” 

Mulder chuffed a laugh, enamored with the flawless logic of the young and uneducated. “You’re too smart for your old man,” he assured, proudly. 

“Can we get chicken?”

Just like that-- subject over and burgers out the window. “Sure, buddy. My treat.” 

*****

Fighting Colonization, catching sea monsters, and hunting down KFC may not, exactly, be a day in the life of the average American family; but it certainly enabled him to strum up an interesting moral out of the Flukeman and its excitement to go home. On second thought, Will would probably be incentivized to try hitchhiking to the ocean himself.

Now there's something Scully and I can't take credit for: possible obsessions with sewer tanks.

Somehow, Mulder didn't think she'd like that, either.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

[ghostinthez0nes]

💫wholesome & cool Jet Star headcanons💫

In love with hair pins, bonus point if they’ve got flowers on them

One of the kindest souls in the desert

Once dyed the girl’s hair with temporary dye, she had blue and purple streaks in it for a week

The first movie he ever watched was Treasure Planet, he cries every time he watches it

Names every bug he sees

Has all the cute pet names for the girl, and hardly ever uses the same one twice

Likes to do mischief with Ghoul, but is also mostly there to make sure he doesn’t find a creative way to accidentally kill himself

Fluent in Spanish

Terrible at rollerskating but tries regardless

Never swears around the girl, and makes the others pay a fine if they do it around her too

Proud dad energy

Taught the girl how to shoot

Makes the girl toys, and if he finds a random toy on a supply run he makes sure to patch it up before he gives it to her

Very protective of his family and will fight ANYBODY that messes with them and win

The only one allowed near Kobra’s bike

Puts glitter in his hair before going to zone parties so its all sparkly like the night sky under the lights

Loves succulents

Is the best at comforting, and he always makes sure to keep an eye out for when the others seem out of it

Very good at darts

If he finds a cool trinket or rock in the desert he gives them to the gang

Gets all bouncy when he’s excited

Lets the girl draw on his eyepatch

Being zone born, he’s an amazing navigator and never gets lost in the desert

Can be a’little clumsy

Pretty much knows everybody around the zones, real close with Tommy Chow Mein

Amazing at making flower crowns

Might have a microscopic crush on Cherri Cola

Gives the others piggy back rides when they’re sad

Helps Party pick their outfits a’lot

Often the last one to fall asleep among the crew and goes on look out a’lot just to make sure that they’re safe

Very experienced in making natural medicine out of the plants in the desert

Gives the best, most reassuring hugs

Plays a game with the girl that they call space ranger where he pretends to be an alien and the girl an astronaut, they have cool space adventures running around the diner

Can and will carry anyone if they ask

Extremely good at woodcarving, he’s made little figures of his crew mates and the girl

[tinytinybumblebee]

oh my goodness!! kiddo fang and baby eddie!! :000 these silly little pirate characters make me so happy /pos

i originally thought that fang was a carer, since he gave off big carer vibes from the thingy with izzy in the episode 1 of s2??? (or was it ep 2, i forgot XD) and he just had that cg vibe. but now i just think of him as a flip! :D oooh, when he's a cg he would be such a cool, chill uncle who always has a story about his past, or loves to play pretend with the little tykes on the ship :> (baby eddie and kiddo jim are his absolute faves but shhhh)

And when he's small, he's so bouncy and happy with his little fuzzed brain. He gave off big little vibes in ep 5 when he wanted to go catch some fishies with eddie!! him and eddie are such a brother duo who love to run around and stare out into the water and watch it shimmer in the sun/moon light :) and he would be such a sea creatures type of guy! having all sorts of fishies and other cute sea creatures when he gets dressed up or has a toy with him, he just love loves the sea!! i also somehow imagine him having a ukulele to stroke and hum like hes having a little sea shanty ;u;

I love love loveeeee all the fang screen time, and i want more and more of him!!! :)

Yes!!!! A a a a a this season has blessed us with Fang content😭💖💖💖

Flip Fang is basically canon aaaa🥺💖 He's the cooolest uncle who lets the tiny ones have an extra sweet before supper, teaches them how to tie lures and telling them stories!

And tiny Fang is just a little guuuuy!♡♡♡ Looooves being told fairy-tales in silly voices. He knows allllll the fishies names and can tell you what they look like! Waaaaa💖💖💖

[thetypingpup]

Curse you tumblr😠✊🏿✊🏿/lh

First off, I love the new aesthetic on the blog 🫶. It’s so cute and also kinda a cool contrast to the courage (even though she is a queen who I love dearly). The courage gives me more warmer season vibes compared to this which feels more wintery vibes.

Second, basically my hard hours ask was about general menaces to society/criminals crazy form Hongjoong and Yeosang going to visit their partner after a night of chaos. Either sneaking in through the window (cause adrenaline) or if they have the patience, using the key their partner gave them. Then just going to town on them😩. Like real “had a rough time so I need to put my face in between yo legs to fix it” type beat.

Third, since I’m already here, making myself known/lh. I’d also like to throw in rebel leaders seonghwa and his partner‼️‼️. Omg, big brain moment where it’s mommy! Rebel leader Seonghwa 😩. They can be monogamous or this can be an open relationship with the rest of the ateez rebellion gang. Wait, dots are connecting, everyone in the group is mommy🫠. Or you could switch it up with some of them being more submissive. Either way, I’m eating/lh

I swear I’m about to leave but siren hongjoong or San ‼️‼️🫠🫠🫠

I hope I didn’t overload you. Here is to hoping this gets to you🫶 stay wonderful.

note to self bring courage back for the spring ✍🏾

wow ok circling back to crazy form i haven't been crazy form minded in a bit 😅 buuuuuuut, an open relationship with all of them sounds perfect. like a continuation of bouncy where you do mayhem with different members at different times. mommy!hwa in this context just speaks to my damn soul just having all this chaos around, and then you calling him mommy in the middle of all of that, something about that speaks to my soul.

now with hongjoong and yeosang they could visit you back at your place...or y'all could fuck in that alleyway where the spraypainting was. like as soon as y'all lose the cops you're still hopped up on adrenaline and decide to be even more risky, which leads to hongjoong eating you out on the hood of the car and yeosang deciding to join in and start making out with you while playing with your boobs. yea...yea that makes sense to me 😅. and especially if we think about this happening after the van, yeosang would definitely be more bold and pent up and more eager to toy with you out in the open. hell he might even fuck you before hongjoong does, but not before making you cum a few times on his tongue ofc 😏