#and one night his girlfriend was over and the daughter had her first period and the gf told him

[dragoncarrion]

My favorite type of AITA posts are ones where the op is very crearly being a piece of shit and the comments are just flaming them to hell and back

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

the best crabs the bay area has to offer!

pairing: ex-husband leon x reader

cw: asshole leon, oral sex, mention of STIs, mention of degradation, leon's literally so gross and awful

summary: you and leon take the kids on vacation. leon fucks around per usual and you both find out why maryland is famous for crabs

a/n: sorry

wc: 3.8k

You and Leon got divorced years ago, citing ‘irreconcilable differences’ which meant his alcohol intake and workaholic tendencies got in the way of having a functioning marriage, but he begged you for joint custody. If the courts knew the truth, they’d give you full custody. In hindsight, you were angry with yourself for letting him guilt you into that arrangement—one week at yours, the next at his. You both lived in the same school district, so it wasn’t a problem in that regard. 

You’d just picked up the kids from Leon’s when they began to dish out gossip by their own volition. The little loud mouths got their loose lips from their father. 

Leon had a new “girlfriend” if you could call a woman under 25 the girlfriend of a man in his 40s. 

Your son, the older of your two children, was going on and on about some “Tara”.

“Who’s Tara?” You asked.

“Dad’s girlfriend,” he said 

“Not babysitter ‘Tara’?” 

Better not be, you thought.

“She used to be our babysitter,” he said, making you want to bang your head against the steering wheel.

Seriously, Leon? 

“She’s a whore,” your daughter said. You almost crashed the car.

“Excuse me? Where did you hear that?”

“Dad.” You should’ve known.

“Don’t say that word again, it’s not a nice thing to say about someone.”

“Then why did dad say it to Tara?”

“When did he say it to Tara?”

“I heard him in his bedroom and he said it.”

Jesus Christ, you thought, I guess that’s better than him verbally abusing a woman, especially in front of his kids.

“Okay, I’ll have a talk with him about his language.”

And you did. You texted him later that night.

You: Keep it down in the bedroom.

Leon:?

You: Your daughter just told me you called your girlfriend a ‘whore’. Very classy, Leon.

Leon: mad that I have a sex life?

You: Quit acting like a teenager. I could not care less about your sex life so long as you keep it away from my daughter.

Leon: u mean our daughter?

You: For now. You better learn to grow up if you want to keep it that way.

Leon: is that a threat? or is it menopause talking?”

You: Act your age not your girlfriend’s age.

Leon sent an eye-rolling emoji and that was the end of your chat.

You ended up sipping a margarita next to Leon at a tacky beach bar. He was still so damn persuasive even post-divorce. 

“How’s Tara?” you asked after the alcohol had given you a bit of a buzz. 

“I wouldn’t know,” he said, nonchalantly.

“Left you for a man her own age?”

“Funny. I broke it off, actually.”

“Why? Was she getting too old? Got her first period and you couldn’t handle it?”

“Ha ha. She wanted to get serious, and I don’t need that kind of stress in my life right now. My blood pressure is high enough.”

“You’re just hooking up with women shamelessly? With your kids around?”

“I’m not just ‘hooking up’. At least, not when I have the kids.”

“Mommy!” your daughter called. 

“Hold this,” you said, handing your drink to Leon, “I trust you won’t spike it.”

“Won’t need to, sweetheart,” he said with a wink. 

You covered your hand from your kids to flip him off as you walked out onto the sand to look at the shells your daughter had found you. 

Leon took a good look at your ass in your swimsuit. 

“Damn, mama’s still got it,” he said to himself. 

A younger, blonder woman came over to talk to him. The prey stalked the predator, how unusual. 

“Sitting all alone?” she said in that voice. 

“At the moment,” he said, “My ex wife’s out there.” he pointed to you playing with the kids. 

“Ex?”

“Correct.”

“Are those your kids?”

“Uh-huh. The only good things she gave me.”

Though she was pretty good at giving head too, he thought. He began to miss it. 

When you walked back to your seat, Leon handed you your drink, and said, “Don’t worry, babe. I kept it safe for you.”

“Don’t ‘babe’, me,” you say sitting down.

“Why not? I thought you liked that.”

“When we were married. But, I don’t want my ex-husband calling me pet names.”

“‘Kay, babe.” You looked over to tell him off and he winked at you.

“I hate you,” you said. 

“No you don’t,” Leon said, walking off to God knows where.

You spied Leon snaking his arm around a pretty girl’s waist at the bar. The bartender ID’d her, though Leon got out his credit card, so you knew he was paying. He flashed his platinum American Express like Patrick Bateman and a part of you thought about how gross and pathetic he was for hitting on college-aged chicks as a middle-aged man, but the other part of you remembered that you didn’t get ID’d at the bar, and you began to search up plastic surgeons in your area.

He brought new Tara, who was actually named Kelly, over to your shared seating area. This new girl and the last were ostensibly the same – too young for him, great body, bimbo-ish.

You couldn’t hate her. She was sweet girl. Lacking in brain cells, but sweet. Leon left the two of you alone for a moment. He seemed torn between saying something euphemistic and polite to her and something more vulgar to you.

He settled on, “Uh, I’ve gotta go see a man about a horse.”

Kelly seemed to think it was funny, but it might just be the way he smiled when he walked away. You weren’t drunk enough to think he looked like anything other than a complete dumbass.

“Is he always this cute?”

“No, he’s on his best behavior right now.” Because you told him to be (and yet his best behavior was still a bit sleazy).

You figured Leon might be up to some other shenanigans because you didn’t see him for quite some time. Your kids came and went, showing you the things they found on the beach. They seemed to be unphased by this random woman you were sitting with – granted, she was good with kids. Maybe she’s a babysitter, too, you thought. It made you wonder how many girls Leon was bringing home while your kids were with him.

“You’re such a great mom,” Kelly told you. 

“Thank you. That’s really nice of you to say.” You were genuinely flattered. It was hard being the strict parent, a role you were forced to take on when you decided to procreate with Leon S. Kennedy.

“I hope one day I’ll be as good as you are.” You wanted to tell her that she could be, but not with Leon as a father. Not because you were possessive, but because Leon was a dickhead. You were pretty sure you caught him grabbing another woman’s ass while he was away on his errands, which turned out to include playing Keno. You were pleased to know he was being responsible with his salary.

“Hey, ladies,” Leon walked up from behind and stood between your chairs, “how’s it goin’?”

“Better before you got here,” you said. 

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he said, all pouty. He walked around to Kelly and whispered—loudly enough for you to hear - “hey, sexy,” and he kissed her on the cheek. She giggled, girlish. Ew. 

Leon spent a couple of days hanging out with new girl- no wonder he needed you to come on vacation with him and the kids. It was almost like having three kids, except Leon was shamelessly fucking the oldest of the three. Not in the condo you rented, of course. It didn’t matter that he was the breadwinner, he knew that you would’ve made a fuss about it in front of the kids. You probably would’ve called him a whore. Rightfully so. He was a whore.

You tried to forget about his antics and focus on the fact that your kids were happy. You spent your days walking along the boardwalk, playing skeeball at the arcade, sitting in a damp swimsuit at a local pizza chain, wiping ice cream off your kids mouths and washing sand off their feet. While Leon did whatever he pleased, as usual. This included getting a t-shirt that said “99 problems but a beach ain’t one” as well as a henna tattoo that matched Kelly’s.

The number one perk of your vacation was that it reminded you why you and Leon got divorced in the first place- Leon, his pathetic, dickish behavior. It made you forget all those nights you spent missing him. Your vibrator could never do what Leon could.

The only problem was: your vacation was scheduled for two weeks, but you only had one at that condo, the second was spent at another. You should’ve known by now that you needed to book your beach rentals earlier in the season, or else you’d have to scavenge for a place with even one week available.

The first place had three rooms, so you and Leon could sleep in separate beds. The second only had two, which meant you were stuck with a roommate for the remainder of your vacation. You had secretly hoped that he would spend more time with Kelly, maybe even cozy up to some of her sorority sisters and get himself a bed at their place. But alas, Kelly’s spring break was only one week, so she had to return to school before your vacation was up.

You didn’t doubt Leon’s ability to find another girl, especially when this beach town was swimming with doppelgangers. For whatever reason, he stopped flirting with other women. You expected him to be slutting himself out to every waitress at Seacrets, aka the bay’s tackiest bar. Maybe he really liked this girl, you thought. That would be laughable.

On your first night in the new place, you put your kids to bed and retired to your room with Leon.

“Think you can handle sleeping in the same bed with me for a week?” he said.

“I did it for years. I think I can do a week.”

“But that was when we used to make sweet, passionate love and fall asleep in each other’s arms,” he said dramatically. 

“Yeah, well, too bad you and Tara are over because I bet she’d give you that.”

“Mm,” he hummed on his way to the bathroom, “could never do it like you, though.”

You must’ve misheard him, right?

“Huh?”

“You heard me,” he poked his head out of the bathroom door to meet your eyes and his expression, while mischievous, gave way to something genuine. 

You laughed it off, but had to hide the fact that he had you flustered. 

After a moment, you approached the bathroom door, which was cracked.

“Can I get in and brush my teeth?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

You opened the door and shared the sink with him. Even in the white light over the bathroom mirror with toothpaste on his lips, Leon looked sexy as ever. That was the one thing that never changed about him. You met his eyes in the mirror and he winked at you. Goddammit. 

When he finished brushing, he slid past you to walk back into the bedroom, placing his hand on the small of your back. It was the smallest gesture. It could even be polite, he was just squeezing past you. It was normal. But it wasn’t. It was Leon, and he could read you like a book. He was playing the same game he always had and he was winning. 

When you walked back into the room, he openly ogled you from the bed. 

“Shirtless? Really?” you asked him, a facade of displeasure across your face. 

“It’s hot as hell.” He shrugged. “Especially with you in here,” he said much lower. 

“God, you’re so cheesy,” you said, while looking through your suitcase for pj’s. 

“You love it, though.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.”

You did, in fact, love it. Leon only had two modi operandi: he was either cheesy as hell or a total douchebag. When you put those two together, most would see it as charming. He was the kind of guy you’d want to take home, but not to a wedding chapel. He tricked you—and himself—into marriage with phenomenal sex. If that’s all there was to life, you’d still be married. 

“Leon, I lost my pajamas.” Either you left them at the last place, which was entirely possible considering you were so caught up in corralling the kids and shoving their stuff into their tiny suitcases. Or, Leon stole them. You doubted the second one because none of your panties seemed to be missing. You knew him to be a panty thief and you doubted that he’d reformed since your divorce.

He knew you were asking to borrow clothes, but he said, “Oh? Gonna go for the panties-only look tonight then? I don’t have a problem with it.” Oh, maybe he was the pajama thief all along. Maybe he was letting you choose what pair of panties he’d get to see you wear.

“I was going to ask to borrow a t-shirt.”

“Maybe you should’ve been nicer to me.” He clicked his tongue and gave you a smug smile. 

“Are you really going to be like that?”

You knew he was being a dick, but he’d give in if you really wanted it that badly. And yet, you let him continue to try to rope you into sleeping with him. He hadn’t asked for that yet, hadn’t even really hinted at it, but that’s what he always wanted, despite being in his 40s. You’d think a man’s sex drive would’ve gone down by then. 

“We could make a deal,” he offered.

“What’s the deal?” You crossed your arms. 

“Clothes off, then we’ll talk.”

You gave him a look, pretending to be pissed, but you got down to your underwear.

“Goddamn,” he said. 

“What?” you asked, covering up a bit. The thong you wore wasn’t exciting, just a thin cotton piece of fabric in a solid color.

“I’m regretting that divorce. You look even sexier than I remember.”

“Shut up. You want me because I’m the best option you have. I’m the only woman in the room and all you know how to do is think with your dick.”

“That’s harsh. You know it’s not true, though, babe. I’d choose you over any other woman.”

“You would not.”

“I wouldn’t? Didn’t you hear me say that no one ever does it like you?”

“You said one girl doesn’t do it like me.”

“I meant all of them.” He lifted your chin. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever married. Don’t you think that says something?”

You scoffed. “So it wasn’t about love? I was just the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“It was both. The sex was great, though, you can admit it.”

He was already pulling you into bed and you were letting him. It would be less embarrassing if you were more drunk. You had two drinks. Hours ago. You were both dead fucking sober. 

“I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered into your ear. 

“Fine. If you promise not to tell, then I’ll admit it. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really? No one better in all these years?”

“Nope.”

“You must think highly of me, then. I’m flattered, really, but who knows if I’d live up to those expectations.”

“Memories, not expectations.”

“Old memories. Maybe I’m not as good as I used to be… or maybe I’m better.”

“Are you trying to proposition me?”

“I’m not trying. I am.”

“I shouldn’t,” you said.

“Why not? This is probably the most wholesome sexual opportunity you’ve had in years. It’s romantic, really. We’re parents, taking the kids on vacation. It’s not like you’re some random chick from the bar. You’re the woman I married, the mother of my kids, the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“I’m the only woman you’ve ever loved?”

“Yeah,” he said as if it should’ve been obvious. 

“You swear?”

“On my life,” he said, looking you in the eyes. 

“If I do this with you, you’re not going to make fun of me, or… I don’t know. You know how I am, I just don’t want you to be so flippant about it.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. How ‘bout we don’t have sex? How ‘bout I show you how I feel about you?”

You knew what he meant and you knew what he could do with his mouth. 

“How do you feel about me?” You asked. 

He cupped your cheek and leaned in close. “May I?”

“Mhm,” you nodded and he kissed you. It was sweet. It wasn’t dirty at all, at first. It was tender, almost loving. 

“Lie down,” he said in between kisses, “Get comfortable.”

And you obliged. Why would you refuse a man going down on you? He kissed you from your mouth down to your stomach, stopping to play with your tits, sucking on each of them. 

“They’re so perfect,” he mumbled. 

He pressed a kiss to each one before he makes his way downward. He tugged off your panties with his teeth and began kissing your thighs. 

“Would you give me the honor -” he started. 

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. You pushed his head forward, urging him to get on with it.

He did as you asked and buried his face between your thighs. He has gotten better at this, you thought. You remembered a clean-shaven man who now had a five o’clock shadow. It tickled your inner thighs as his tongue ran over your folds. He sucked on your clit with meticulous reverence. 

You threw your head back and put your hands in his hair. It spurred him on further. He was the only man you’d ever known who understood the meaning of ‘don’t stop’. 

“Leon,” you moaned and he hummed in response, not taking his mouth away. “I’m so close,” you said. 

You could see his smile by the look in his eyes while his lips were occupied. His fingers curled against your g-spot and he pressed a hand on your abdomen to heighten the sensation. All the while, his tongue tended to your clit. Your orgasm hit you and you had to cover your mouth to hold back your moans. Leon didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and he’d licked up every drop you’d given him. 

He finally came up for air and you were still catching your breath. 

“Jesus Christ,” you said when he lied down next to you. 

He laughed, looking a bit proud of himself. 

“Do you want me to-?”

“Only if you want to, babe,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. 

“I wasn’t going to because I wanted to see if you could be selfless for once, but god, Leon, after that, I’d feel bad for not paying back the favor.”

“Hey, I’ll gladly accept, but you know I enjoyed myself quite a bit already. I wouldn’t call it selfless.” Yeah, that’s right: Leon was truly unable to be selfless, but at least you knew he genuinely enjoys going down on you. 

“I can tell,” you whispered, palming his hard cock. You could feel a wet spot forming already. 

“All for you,” he said.

“Why thank you,” you said as you dipped your head under the covers. 

You didn’t play the same teasing game Leon did. You made quick work of his underwear and got your mouth on his dick as quickly as you could. 

“God, I was so right,” he said, “Nobody does it like you. Not even close.” He groaned when you cup his balls. You could tell he was getting close already, so you took him as deep as you could. He had to bite his knuckles to hold back moans. 

He only took his fingers away from his mouth to warn you, panting, “Gonna come.”

You appreciated the warning, but as usual, you kept going, letting him come down your throat. Spitters are quitters.

You emerged from the covers to see his dazed expression. He smiled stupidly at you, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” you said. 

“Still want that shirt?”

“I think your arms should be warm enough.”

“I think so too,” he said as he pulled you into a hug.

You laughed and covered your face. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I can’t believe I just did that. I fucking hate you, and you still got me in bed with you.”

“Maybe you don’t hate me that much, then.”

“No, I hate you even more because you’re so damn charming. And sexy. And cheesy.” Maybe that orgasm was a truth serum.

“Well, I don’t hate you,” he said.

“I’m shocked.”

“I thought I showed you how much I love you a minute ago. Do you need a little reminder?”

“I think I need a big reminder.”

“That’s my girl.”

That big reminder turned out to be a big mistake. You found that out the hard way when you and Leon spent the next morning at urgent care. Hindsight is 20/20, they say. You thought your foresight was pretty good, but the gas-station sunglasses, caked in sunscreen messed with your vision. Or maybe it was the margaritas.

“They say Maryland is the best place to get crabs, don’t they?” Leon joked with the nurse, who only seemed mildly amused.

“What does that mean? We didn’t get crabs,” your daughter said loudly on your trek back to the waiting room.

“You didn’t get crabs, honey,” Leon said.

“I thought crabs was an STD,” your son said. Luckily, he’d waited until you got into the car, saving you some of the shame.

“Where’d you learn that?”

“Mason told me his mom got it.”

“Which one is Mason’s mom?” Leon asked. “Is she the one with the fake tits?”

“I dunno.”

“Wasn’t it Mason’s birthday last weekend?” you asked in an effort to change the subject.

“Yep,” Leon said, having his own revelation, “that was a great party.”

When you returned to your home away from home, you put on a movie for the kids so you could distract them while you spoke to Leon.

“We need to have a talk,” you said sternly.

“Whoa, what’s got you all crabby now?”

You pulled him by the arm into the kitchen.

“You had a fun time with Mason’s mom at that party, Leon?” You asked, one hand on the counter, the other on the island, caging him in, so he couldn’t walk away with a cute quip.

“I may have, yeah.”

You stood there, using all your mental fortitude not to slap him – not when your kids were close enough to see it. You hoped your ice-cold gaze would be enough to scare him.

“Hey, listen,” he said, gently placing his hand on your arm, “once that fancy cream we got kicks in, I’ll give you a really nice apology.”

“I would love to hear the words ‘I’m sorry’ come out of your mouth for once.”

“How ‘bout I try to spell it with my tongue?”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

Yes, you did.

[kteezy997]

the director’s daughter-part four//t.c.

I’m having a bad day. My depression has been bad the last couple of weeks or so. This chapter is shorter than previous ones, but I wanted to put out something for you all to enjoy💕

Warnings: suspicious friends, slight angst, cursing, kissing, making out, beginnings of smut

The next day, y/n sat next to Timothée at breakfast. Florence had lovingly served up the hot morning meal with coffee and assorted juices. Of course, it smelled divine and everyone started to eat immediately.

Colleen announced that she thought it might be fun to have a BBQ at her home with all of the cast members and her daughter, obviously, and invite some other crew members. A little party to celebrate the kick off of the movie production.

Everybody agreed in a near unison, nodding their heads as they sipped their drinks and munched on their breakfast.

Y/n finished her plate, and sat silently as she glanced at Timmy periodically while pretending to listen to the table conversation. She thought he looked so cute, his bed head still evident, the heavy bags under his eyes from tiredness. It was such an innocent contrast to the events of the night before.

“So where were you two last night? We didn’t see either of you at all.” Zendaya asked eyeing up both y/n and Timothée.

Y/n looked at Z and Timothée swallowed hard.

He quickly cleared his throat, “Oh, I had a bad headache so I didn’t really feel like going out to see the fireworks.”

“Hmm.” Zendaya nodded, then looked at y/n, “And I suppose you went out with your friends as you had planned?”

She nodded, “Yes, I did.”

“Babe,” chuckled Tom as he touched his girlfriend’s hand, “are you their mother or something? Let them live.”

“No, I’m not mothering, I just thought it was a little funny because I’m pretty sure her car was here all night.” Z shrugged.

“Well, my friends actually picked me up.” y/n chimed, “And dropped me off early this morning.”

“Okay. That makes sense.” Zendaya seemed satisfied with the answer, but y/n couldn’t help but wonder why she was acting so suspicious.

“Wow, Zendaya’s a better mother than I am these days.” Colleen joked to lighten up the mood.

……

It was a good day, but it ran into evening and y/n was ready for everyone to leave so it would just be the housemates. She was mostly missing Timmy. With the filming schedule and having so many others in the house, they hadn’t been alone in a week. And this morning he didn’t even look at her at breakfast. She hoped he wasn’t losing interest in her.

Florence had suggested going for a dip in the hot tub to end the evening. She had brought a date that she met at the farmers market earlier that day, Shane, or Shawn, no one could remember which his name was.

Y/n went inside and up to her room to change into her bathing suit. Timmy followed her upstairs, not saying a word. She felt discouraged when he remained quiet and went to his own room. Maybe he was forgetting about her. She wanted the fling to continue, and maybe eventually turn into something more. Perhaps it was silly of her to think that could happen. She was still in college and he was a mainstream movie star pushing thirty.

She opted for a black one piece swimsuit that cut high up on her thighs. The square neckline also held her boobs up nicely. Maybe Timmy would notice.

She hurried along in an attempt to catch Timmy before he walked back downstairs to the jacuzzi. She opened the door and he was walking down the hallway, “Timmy, wait!” she called out to him.

He stopped and turned, raising a brow at her, “What do you mean? We’re getting in the hot tub.”

“I know.” she said, hustling over to him. She stopped, smiling softly as she put her hands in his hair and pulled him into a kiss.

He was surprised at first, but then kissed her back, holding her close by pressing his hand to her lower back. “Mm.” he hummed against her lips blissfully. “What was that for?” he asked with a tiny grin when she pulled away.

“Just checking.” she said, smirking back at him.

“What, just checking to see if I’m still into you? Because I am, Bunny.”

“Well, it hasn’t seemed like it this past week.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy, and I wasn’t sure if you were still in to me. I thought maybe you’d think I’m too old for you-"

“I thought that you’d think I’m too young for you. Like you could find someone your age who’s prettier and more experienced, maybe.”

“No, I’m sorry if I’ve been misleading. I definitely want you, y/n.” he smiled, then bit his lip.

She grinned like a schoolgirl, saying, “Fuck, I’m so lucky.” She pulled him into another kiss, a harder one, putting a firm hold onto the back of his head. She wove her fingers into the soft curls just for a moment. Pulling away, she quipped, “We should get out there before Flo comes to find us.”

Timothée chuckled, “Oh you know she will.”

They took each other’s hand, him leading the way downstairs, “Let’s keep it between us, just for a little while longer, yeah?” he asked, looking at her. “I mean, I’m sure everyone in the house might have their suspicions, but let’s not give in to them until we have to.”

“Sure. Let’s keep it close as long as we can.” she smiled, giving his hand a squeeze before they parted on the back patio.

“Fucking finally!” Florence exclaimed, seeing them both come down. She was in the hot tub with her date. “It’s about time you two showed up.” She gave the pair each a cheeky grin.

Some time went by, the four adults enjoyed the jacuzzi and the calm summer night, sipping their drinks and making light conversation about the film.

Things shifted, however, and Florence started kissing Shawn.

Y/n and Timothée kept to themselves, trying not to stare. But the other couple started making out more heavily and touching each other. The mood was entirely different from how it started out.

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[claireelle18]

Lucky Charm

Prompt: When no one knows that they’re secretly married, but after scoring in the Stanley Cup playoffs he sees her in the stands wearing his jersey and holding the kid no one knows he has…and he’s almost knocked on his ass because he can’t take his eyes off her, and the moment is featured on national TV.

The day had been a long one of keeping up with the rambunctious toddler. Of course she wouldn’t exchange it for the world. Between the two parents, she agreed to be the stay at home mom while he provided for them.

It was a last minute decision to be down there at the arena, let alone up against the glass. She wasn’t sure how her girlfriend managed to get the tickets, pretty sure she had them, but the other guests bailed on her. 

“Linds, I can’t come! I’ve got no one to watch Salem tonight.” 

“Sage, just bring her! I have enough tickets for all of us. She can sit between us. Besides I bet she would love to see her Daddy play!” Salem had just recently turned two-and-a-half, and had only seen her Daddy play on tv and during the open practices.

“Sails you wanna go watch Daddy play?” She giggled and clapped. 

“Daddy?” The toddler questioned her mama.

“Yeah, baby. Daddy is at work. Want to go see him?” She nodded, and clapped more. “Okay, fine Linds we will see you there! Text me the tickets!” 

“Yay! I promise you’ll have fun!” 

With the heavy amount of traffic, both automobiles and pedestrians, it took a little longer to get past security than originally planned. Which meant warm ups were just wrapping up when the pair met up with the friend. “Hi ya Salem!” Salem laughed and waved hi back to her Aunt Linds. “You just missed him, but he will be back out soon.” 

The two women chatted as Salem watched the lights and people all around her. He wasn’t a starting player for the game, so she observed him on the bench. He was so sucked into the game, not knowing she was there, so close. 

First intermission came in a flash. He had a few shifts during that first period, and she could see how as the game progressed he became more comfortable. Before anyone knew it, second period was under way. Now they would be scoring on the goal the three sat behind. Sage cradled Salem on her hip as she wasn’t tall enough to see over the boards the action of the game. 

Her wedding ring glittering off the arena’s obnoxiously bright lights, casting tiny rainbows across the floor, as she held onto her daughter. Her daughter’s wide cerulean blue eyes captivated by the speed of the men whizzing around the large frozen sheet.  “Daddy! Daddy!” The young girl cheered as she caught her first glimpse of him, her long dark curls bouncing as she squirmed around.

He was back across the ice, then back in front of her again. His next shift he lead the puck, finding the back of the net past the Avalanche’s Georgiev. As he comes around the back of the net in a celly, he sees both, and cannot take his eyes off of them. 

His teammates flock around him, and he almost gets his ass slammed down to the ice because he gets run into. His only savior being Yanni Gourde and Adam Larson catching him. Even then he cannot seem to break the little trace he’s in. “If you’re watching this round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, you may have just witnessed Vince Dunn almost get taken out by teammates because something outside the rink, in the crowd is distracting him,” an announcer calls. 

No doubt that would be the hockey meme of the night, and for the weeks to follow. The Kraken social team was quick to use the gif made from it to post about taking the lead. 

@seattlekraken: “us when we realize we have the lead currently” 

Salem squeals again in excitement as she sees him smiling at her. She can hear the clicks of cameras sounding off around her as he smiles at them. Sage’s jersey proudly representing her last name of Dunn, and Salem’s with Daddy across the back and Vince’s number. He blows Salem a kiss and a sticking tongue out face, causing the previous reaction to repeat, before skating off. 

After winning the game, which gave the Kraken the lead in the series, the biggest question was asked during the interview, “what was that almost landing on your ass about?”

“Well, I-uh…I honestly didn’t expect to see my wife and our daughter standing there right behind the glass,” he smiled. “It definitely caught me off guard, in a good - I mean great way.” 

“So that was your daughter?” A report repeated. 

“Yes, my wife and daughter were here tonight. Now if you don’t mind, I would love to go see them, so please one final question.” He bounded off, in search of his favorite people. Adam had her outside the locker room, chatting and occasionally bouncing Sails up and down. 

“Daaadddyyy!” She screamed when she spotted him, taking off from everyone else. 

“Hey my little pumpkin!” He grabbed her kissing her cheek. “I see you came to Daddy’s work!” She nodded vigorously. 

“Come on you three, take a family picture!” Linds cheered, pushing Sage into her family. A few photos snapped of the little family.  “Glad you were able to not cause too much chaos tonight,” Sage teased Vince. “Even if you’re still leading in PIMs this season.” He jokingly goes to nip the tip of her nose in retaliation and Salem pushes his face. “Bad daddy. No bites!”

*New Instagram Post - posted photo series of Sage and Vince with Salem’s face not shown, back of her jersey is though* 

@vincedunn: “you could say I had my lucky charms in the building tonight”

Comment reply: @sagedunn: “yeah we know you mean @adamlarson 🙄” 

Reply: @vincedunn : “if I meant him then why are you sporting my last name on that jersey then? 😜😘” 

Reply: @sagedunn: “that’s because he’s forced to work with you” 

[thee-horny-thicky]

SingleFather!Nanami Headcanons

During a bout of insomnia, the idea of SingleFather!Nanami came to me. Out of all the JJK men, he'll be the best parent, and you can't change my mind.

TW: Platonic Nanami/Reader. Fem!Child Reader. Mentions of death. Mentions of sexual harassment. Angst. Canon Compliant. Approx 1K words.

Thinking about SingleFather!Nanami who after Haibara died, drowned himself in women to try to ease the pain. After all, Gojo and Geto always said how good sex felt, and he needed a pick me up. 

SingleFather!Nanami panics when his sneaky link tells him her period’s late. He rushed over to her place, pregnancy tests in hand. 

SingleFather!Nanami paces outside of the bathroom as she takes the tests, whose world comes to a halt when every single one is positive. He nearly had a panic attack when his FWB was adamant about not getting an abortion, and when changing her mind didn't work, he stormed out. 

SingleFather!Nanami ghosted his FWB for a week, until his consciousness got the better of him, and he called her up. 

SingleFather!Nanami swears to be present in the child's life and tries to attend every appointment. 

SingleFather!Nanami who pulls away from the world of Jujutsu, already decides his child's life is more important than a thankless duty.

SingleFather!Nanami only found out his FWB had a heart condition when it was too late, going into shock when he found out she died during the delivery. He doesn't see his baby for two days, too busy mourning the woman he'd formed a bond with. 

SingleFather!Nanami who first meets his daughter when he has to name you. When he holds you, your tiny hand clings to his fingers, melting his heart and making him swear to himself that he’d play both roles. 

SingleFather!Nanami who is a worry wort over you. He reads parenting book after parenting book, frets every time something is slightly wrong with you, and has more sleepless nights monitoring his baby girl than due to you screaming your little head off. 

SingleFather!Nanami who doesn't leave your side for the first six months, living off savings he stored away when he was a sorcerer. 

SingleFather!Nanami cried for nearly an hour when you said, “Dada,” as your first word. 

SingleFather!Nanami rues to leave your side when money dwindles, forcing him to work again. He takes as many jobs as possible to support you, whilst also going to college and caring for a baby. It's stressful, but he does it to give you a good life. 

SingleFather!Nanami nearly tripped over himself to get his camera when you take your first steps. 

SingleFather!Nanami fights back tears when he drops his daughter off during your first day of school. He's so emotional, you have to comfort him. 

SingleFather!Nanami can't help but narrow his eyes at the little boy who kissed his baby girl's cheek when he picked you up. You’re too young for boys, after all! 

SingleFather!Nanami helps with every assignment, signs you up for whatever club you want, and attends every recital, play, etc. Rather your performance is good or bad, they will be recorded, he will fawn over you, and he will give you pointers if you feel the need to improve.

SingleFather!Nanami catches the attention of many of the mothers, much to the dismay of their husbands. When he starts to get a little lonely, he starts to entertain a few of the single mothers.

SingleFather!Nanami swears off sex and dating after a girlfriend hits you. It took great restraint for him not to return the favor.

SingleFather!Nanami often thinks about when his daughter was small and gets a little teary-eyed. 

SingleFather!Nanami who can't help but feel dread when you start puberty earlier than expected. After getting over his initial panic, he starts prepping for your first period and takes it upon himself to buy you book after book about puberty. 

SingleFather!Nanami whose interest in Malaysia is piqued when you start gushing about the country's nature, especially the Sarawak Chamber and Taman Negara. He makes it a life goal to take you to Malaysia one day. 

 SingleFather!Nanami returns to sorcery when you confide in him that you see strange things. Still, he tries to keep you hidden from the higher-ups and Gojo, not wanting the sordid world of Jujutsu sorcery to reach you. 

SingleFather!Nanami reluctantly introduces you to Gojo when the man's stalking reveals your existence. He can't help but feel jealous when he sees how much you take to Gojo. He glared at the strongest when he insisted you call him Uncle, after promising to teach you cool things your father couldn’t. 

SingleFather!Nanami almost catches a felony when a group of teenage boys catcalls you. You may look older than most girls your age, but that doesn’t give them the right to harass you. After dealing with those lowlifes, he comforts you and starts teaching you self-defense.

SingleFather!Nanami gladly signs you up for martial arts classes and attends every tournament and competition. When Gojo finds out, he insists on tagging along, and cheers even louder than the blond.

SingleFather!Nanami wanted to take you trick-or-treating as he does every year. Instead, he’s forced to report to Shibuya, and can’t help but feel envy when you go with some friends instead. He swears he’ll bring you back buckets of candy to make it up.

SingleFather!Nanami fights his hardest to return back to you, but still can't escape Jogo's flames. 

SingleFather!Nanami can’t help but shed some tears when Mahito gets the best of him, knowing he’d never be able to see you again.

SingleFather!Nanami confides in Yuuji that he has a daughter, sharing your name with him. His dying request is that the boy be there for his baby girl. The relief he feels when his student agrees is indescribable.

Somehow, SingleFather!Nanami still dies with a smile on his face, knowing that even though you lost a father, your new big brother would do everything possible to protect you.

[sunlightmurdock]

all i can think about is hot steamy breakup makeup sex with older bf bradley, like older bf bradley and his girlfriend breakup and eventually they meet up again and they have hot steamy makeup sex for all the time they missed out on😵‍💫

I feel like a break up with older bf Bradley would happen nine times out of ten because of other people’s thoughts on the two of you other. It’s hard to stand, the way that people look at you and the things that they say behind your back. It had led to one too many arguments between the two of you and you had called it quits just over a month ago.

You had taken a trip with your friends right after, he hadn’t seen you much in the time that you’ve been apart. But today, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of you.

Your friends had taken you to the beach specifically to get your mind off of him, and there he had been. Turns out that Penny’s daughter is off to college tomorrow and they’re throwing her a party at the hard deck. So, you’ve had to sit there and watch your ex-boyfriend wandering around shirtless all day — carrying out chairs and decorations, crates of drinks.

He looks over at you periodically, well aware of the fact that you’re staring at him, unsure of if you’re still too mad at him for him to say something. It hadn’t ended well. There are a lot of hurt feelings there, Rooster figures that staying away is probably for the best.

“You should go home and shower before the party — Amelia will be making fun of you all night if you turn up all sweaty.” Penny tells Rooster as she ties balloons to the fence outside. Rooster’s standing on one of the benches, trying to find the one bulb on the string lights that isn’t working. He makes a faint sound of acknowledgment and keeps doing what he’s doing. “Besides, I can’t stand to see that poor girl looking over here like a lost puppy for one more minute.”

Rooster shoots a look in your direction and watches as you quickly turn your attention back to your friends. “Mav said that she would be better off if I left her alone for a while.”

Penny turns and smacks his hand gently, “When has Maverick ever been right about anything to do with women?”

Rooster just chuckles and keeps on working, pretending like it doesn’t hurt to be talking about you like this. All those nights that he had spent with you in his arms, he hadn’t ever really thought that he would be one day talking about you in past tense. Penny just keeps on staring at him.

“What? — You think I should talk to her?” Bradley tries to ask it like it doesn’t matter to him. Like it isn’t all he has thought about for the entire time you’ve been apart.

“Yeah, I do.” Penny replies calmly. “And I think you should shower.”

He walks over with his heart in his mouth, knowing that, with the way that it ended, it’s stupid to do this in front of your friends. He can see it in your face that you want to tell him to leave you alone — but it’s too late for him to do that, he’s already standing right there. Closer than he has been to you in a month, suddenly lost for words. Hands pushed deep into his pockets and your friends staring at him like he just grew an extra head, he exhales softly and asks if he can talk to you.

Quickly, someone answers for you. One of your friends tucks an arm across you like a seatbelt and narrows their gaze. “Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

They mean well, they’ve seen first hand how heartbroken you’ve been over this guy. He waits for you to say something for yourself for a second too long, then gives a small nod. Quietly, he tells you that he hopes you’re doing alright and that if you change your mind then he’ll be waiting.

Then, he goes home in complete silence. He wonders for a moment whether Maverick’s advice had been rooted in self-preservation above anything else — because staying away definitely hurt less than that shit.

He undresses and throws his clothes into the hamper, and then stands silently under the warm stream of water for a while without moving. Faintly, he hears some moving around outside. He turns the shower off and listens.

“Bradley?”

His eyes widen slightly as he grabs a towel and wraps it around his waist. He tears open his bathroom door to find you standing at the end of his hallway. His brows knit together. “Did you just break in?”

You’re quiet for a moment, silenced by his lack of clothing and the warm droplets of water trailing down his tanned chest. Everything hits you all at once and you rush out all of your answers in one big breath. “Yeah. No — um — I used the key under the plant pot. Kinda.”

There’s a short silence between you before you finally take a breath and just say, “I miss you.”

There’s so much more that needs to be said, but that’s enough for right then. It’s enough for him to pull you against him and kiss you hard. There are more words exchanged once he has you out of your clothes and backed up against the tile of his shower.

He tells you he was wrong between passionate, open-mouthed kisses, that he should never have dismissed the way that you had felt as your naked body presses flush against his.

You tell him that you forgive him, panting it into his chest, grabbing onto his back as he fucks you against the tile, holding onto you so tightly. Eyes screwed shut and your stomach tightening into knots, you scrape together the coherency to tell him that you’re sorry too — that it hadn’t been his fault.

He squeezes at the nape of your neck and kisses you deeply, slowing his hips to stop almost completely for a moment. He tells you that he loves you, murmuring it quietly against your lips.

Once you’re out of the shower and wrapped up in one of his big, fluffy towels, it’s easier to talk. And you do, the two of you talk for over an hour, about anything and everything. What went wrong, the way you had both felt towards the end, how you’ve been feeling since.

It’s just that discussing how much you’ve been thinking about each other since the break up, and how much you’ve missed each other — that’s a slippery slope. It ends with you straddling his hips with his arms wrapped around your middle to keep you steady as you ride him.

Finally, the two of you stroll into Amelia’s party two hours late and holding hands. Penny shoots Rooster a knowing look, seeing as it’s evident he did more than just talk to you.

But, no one says anything, and you’re waking up in his bed again the next morning, sliding your hand under the sheets to cup him through his boxers and whisper in his ear.

[bitchinbarzal]

We need an AU about the birth of Stevie and Jack seeing/holding her for the first time!

Jack was in Detroit when you called.

“Hey baby, what’s up how’s peanut?” Jack answered the phone in the midst of breakfast with the team before they headed back to Jersey.

You laughed nervously “Well… peanut is coming”

Jack dropped his fork, catching the attention of everyone else “You-you’re having the baby right now?”

“Well no, she’s not like hanging out of me or whatever but she’s coming tonight probably”

“Ok I’m coming!”

The team rallied, Dougie threw some random bills at the waitress and apologized while Nico was calling their travel organizer to get them home earlier.

When they arrived home and got to the hospital you were laying in the bed, face scrunched up in pain.

“Here, I’m here baby!” He announced, thanking your mom who was sat next to you for support.

He kissed your head and your hand gripped his bicep “Hey, how was the flight?”

“Yeah good, i mean don’t talk about me! How’s the baby? How are you?”

You talked him through the whole day from your waters breaking to now.

“And now it’s a waiting game!”

And it was a very long winded waiting game. The two of you ended up watching the Canucks Ducks game in the room.

Jack was talking to her, his head right next to your belly “You see that Peanut? That’s uncle Quinn and that stupid one there that’s Trev”

You giggled, hand tugging lightly on his curls.

Things finally got moving just after midnight, you were crying out in pain. Jack stood next to your head whispering sweet words of encouragement.

“you’ve got this baby”

“you’re doing so good”

“she’s almost here, mama”

When she cried, you did.

“She’s here! You’ve got a daughter, congrats mommy!” The nurse announced.

Jack began crying, kissing your head “You did so good baby, so good”

“Go, go with her” You pushed him towards where the nurse had taken her. You watched as they handed Jack a pair of scissors and cut the cord.

Cleaned off and medically checked they bundled her in a swaddle and placed her in his arms.

Her cradled her, tears in his eyes and he looked up at you too “She’s beautiful, baby”

You only nodded.

“Hi, hi baby I’m your daddy” he mumbled, sitting next to you on the bed.

You reached up, finger brushing over her cheek

“Our Stevie”

“She’s perfect”

Jack held her most of the night while you slept but also because he didn’t want to put her down.

You had to force him out the door to go play in the devils game against the rangers at Madison square garden.

The team were surprised to see him in the locker room but all looked at him expectingly when he said “It’s a girl! I’m a dad, boys!”

You and Stevie watched from the hospital room, talking to her about the rules of the game and the team.

“That’s your uncle Luke there and that one is Jesper”

When Jack scored he was ecstatic, you smiled and cooed at your daughter “Did you see that Stevie? Daddy scored!”

In the intermission interview Jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face

“Jack, what a goal!”

“Thanks! Yeah we played a solid two periods just gotta carry on for another!”

“I hear you’re excited to get home tonight! Got someone special waiting for you” the interviewer said.

He laughed “Yeah, my daughter she was born this morning! the boys have got this win for her!”

@amadacstein: jack hughes says his daughter, stevie was born this morning and his girlfriend, y/n forced him to the game because she’s the biggest devils fan! Nico Hischier says the boys will get the win tonight for Stevie, their littlest team member!

They won and Jack was so excited to get back to the hospital and pick you up.

A little after eleven he burst through the door “Peanut I’m back!”

“Shhh she’s asleep” you scolded, the sleeping baby in your arms stirring.

He apologized silently before kissing your head and mumbling “let’s go home”

It took a lot longer to get home with Jack driving at 3mph the whole way but when you eventually did and got Stevie in her own room you announced you’d be taking a shower.

Jack stayed staring at the little being a little longer

“Gosh, I love you so much peanut. welcome to our world”

[inklores]

domestic miguel headcanons that rot my brain <3

⁎⋆ miguel has definitely gone four days without eating once. whether it's a dismissive assertion that he is able to do so with his enhanced dna or is expected to sacrifice niceties as the leader of a sprawling spider society, he won't stop until he's finished his work for the day (or night). no doubt when jess finds out, she programs lyla to send her an alert when miguel misses more than one meal per day so she can personally grab him by the ear and demand he drinks some water.

⁎⋆ he likes stimulating games, when he has the time for it. chess + checkers with lyla as his partner (anybody else would be an easy win in his opinion), but he prefers other games more. newspaper sudoku, jigsaw puzzles, crosswords. anything that requires a bit of mental tinkering and keeps his brain busy.

⁎⋆ wears cozy slippers with his suit when he’s working after seeing how comfy peter b. looks. lyla has pictures.

⁎⋆ he adamantly takes his coffee black. anything lighter and it doesn't keep him roused the way he needs it to. he’s a keurig in a mug type of guy. definitely has a cup that reads “ok but first… coffee” on it.

⁎⋆ his love language is physical touch. miguel is a man of few words. he knows he comes off as uncaring and frigid. always task-oriented. never candid or emotional. his mind knows no bounds but his thoughts always tangle on his tongue. instead, he prefers little gestures. a gentle scrape of his knuckles against a shoulder, a hand on a shoulder, a pat on the back and a rare grunt of approval. i can see him doing that thing where he cups a waist when he has to get by.

⁎⋆ on the rare occasions he gets sick, this man turns into a CHILD. one, he's mad he can't work as efficiently. two, he hates feeling weak and vulnerable. he feels he has to compensate for his lapse in ability and over-works himself to the marrow, forcing lego spider-man to secretly plant an A/V bug in his residential unit that peter b. nicknamed "the baby monitor."

⁎⋆ he likes the soothing security of weighted blankets. after holding the multiverse together, it's nice to be held by something.

⁎⋆ he has chronic migraines and aches as a result of his photosensitivity. hence, some perpetual aggression sinking into his bones. it's why his laboratory is usually dark and his computer monitor displays a warm orange tint to reduce strain.

⁎⋆ he likes reading but doesn't always have time for it. he really likes periodicals and journals that most spider-people would find too boring to read, making him feel more intellectually superior.

⁎⋆ after jess disclosed her pregnancy, miguel began drafting plans for a daycare in hq. no heads-up, no formal dedication, just a casual renovation for a totally unprovoked child-caring facility. sure, it wasn't canonical for spiders to successfully start a family, but if they could... miguel knew firsthand that it had to be protected. for jess and her kid, and yes, peter b. and mayday. though he had a knack for charring some fried nerves, peter b. once inquired about the bizarre construction and upon finding out, he smiled, and never brought it up to miguel.

⁎⋆ he's such a present and absent dad to the younger members of his squad. yeah, he indulges pavitr in some vada pav and chai and weathers a verbose tangent about his latest save or his girlfriend but he also curls his lip at hobie's "screech" (AKA guitar riffs) and mutters about his piercings.

⁎⋆ he's really good at styling girls' hair. nothing too crazy, of course, but out of all the ponytails that swished around on the soccer field, gabriella's was always the most in-tact after a game. one mom even asked miguel if he could tie her daughter's hair similarly. he got so cocky after that.

⁎⋆ he goes to the strength & conditioning gym really early in the morning. like really early. people speculate that he’s nocturnal. but the gym is most likely empty then and miguel prefers that. he also works out to unwind, especially when he’s stressed tf out. and he’s always stressed, hence, big man bod.

⁎⋆ the spiderman 2099 burger was a birthday gag gift from peter b. but miguel secretly liked it so much, that it was no secret it stayed on the commissary menu.

⁎⋆ the first time his fangs extended after the spider gene splicing accident, he cut through his gum and lip and has a small scar there now.

⁎⋆ college age!miguel was so arrogant. girls thought it was charming but he was really, genuinely smart and had a job at alchemax already lined up before he graduated. he was probably popular. cocky, sarcastic, daddy-issues latino man with a big brain and big everything, c’mon.

⁎⋆ he snores really loud. he has those “dad sneezes” that sound like the whole house is coming down. with all those enhanced-hearing spiders, there have been rumors of a loose feral animal when miguel takes a nap or has allergies.

⁎⋆ when he’s not stressed and angry, miguel is tired and nerdy. he has a whole degree in genetics and worked as the head scientist at alchemax, i KNOW he is just as much of a dork as the other spiders.

⁎⋆ peter b. made fun of his airfoil cape once. “spider-man doesn’t wear a cape!” miguel still doesn’t forgive him and he def won’t forget it.

© danysclouds. — all rights reserved, writing belongs to gena.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Miscellaneous

Incorrect Quotes

Capcom vs the Gays Middle Finger

Astronomy Class

Dani's Pet Spider

Lady Dimiclawscu

The Talk

Social Skills

Deuces

The Stench

The Stench 2

Call From a Drunk Reader

Viagra for the Lady

Megan the Stallion

Who's a Good Girl?

Modern Tech for the Dimitrescus

Thanksgiving Turkey

Gif Reactions

Reader in Tight Pants

Reader with No Gag Reflex

Reader Eating Yogurt with Just Tongue

Reader Masturbating

Reader Masturbating with Large Dildo

Being Called Daddy

Headcanons

HC for the first time the sisters attempt to use a strap on the reader HC for how each of the Dimitrescu family members would react to having their crush (the reader) walk in on them pleasuring themselves? Thanks in advance!

HC's for the resident evil girls feeding from you ;)

What perfumes would Lady D and daughters use? Expensive that's for sure, but which brands? Or maybe handmade? P.S. i adore your blog ❤

Hi, how about some headcanons about facesitting? Especially with Lady D and Daniela. Ps. Thanks for your lovely writtings;)

HC of what the Dimitrescu daughters are like during sex?

How would Alcina react walking in on her daughters riding their maiden's strap? And how would the daughters react on walking in on Alcina absolutely wrecking her pet from behind?

the dimitrescu's reaction to finding their lover(the reader) masturbating ;)

how would the daughters react if reader got their kiss mark tattooed over their heart

How would the Resident Evil Village ladies react to reader coming without permission >:3 and I love your blog!!

hey hey i'm back (sorry I just love your page so much it makes me happy C: ) But it's my b-day tomorrow and I wanted to ask what would all of the RE8 ladies do on reader birthday! Thank you and sorry for the many asks C:&lt;

Headcanons for the Dimitrescu girls with a chubby nonbinary s/o who loves food but gets super flustered over being handfed and/or groped?

HCs for the ladies with a Reader coming home from a shitty day at work.

HCs for period sex

just a lil' fluffy thought i had: imagine growing and plucking some flowers just for a bouquet for the dimitrescu ladies 🥺

The Ladies cock sizes

how do you think the RE ladies (including Sal) would react and make the reader, who is sad because her dog is old and she doesn't know how much longer she is going to live, feel better?

Ladies' reactions to reader confessing their feelings. While they're stargazing.

The Dimitrescu daughters bugging their Mother on Halloween because they want candy and they can 🤣

Ropes anon here with a very serious question! From largest to smallest, how big would you guess the ladies of re8’s boobs are? As in cup sizes maybe?Very serious topic here lol.

How do you headcanon the neathers of the ladies look like?

Wedding HCs

About the Dimitrescu Sisters being rich and their gf (aka reader) being broke af (like me-) it would be funny how the sisters would literally spoil the reader 😂

Headcanons for the Ladies' favorite cuddle positions?

Ladies' favorite type of underwear?

ladies reactions to reader squirting?

Had a dream about my girlfriend giving me all kinds of praises that would make anyone blush and it got me thinking what kind of priases the re ladies would give the reader

Okay but how about reversed? 😯 The ladies reactions to reader praising them for something? 😯

How do you think the lovely ladies of Re8 would react to an s/o who needs to sleep with a certain stuffed animal every night in order to sleep?

Can you do some embarrassing things that happened during sex w the sisters and their girlfriends?

How would the ladies react to reader breaking up with them?

so my ask is, if the ladies have cocks do they get morning wood? and how do they react to having one? If they have a s/o do they help?

Okay, the breakups broke my heart so I need their reaction to reader coming back to them with tears and flowers and telling them someone blackmailed them to break up but they just can't do it

Never thought I'd love to hear my partner asking me if they could come and now I wanna know what the re ladies would do of their s/o asked them if they could cum?

Ladies favorite candies/seasonal treats

So. It's evil Wednesday. Short headcanons for the ladies finding their lover killed by Ethan.

Multiple Characters

The Dimitrescu daughters bugging their Mother on Halloween because they want candy and they can 🤣

Ahem.. I have no ask for this as it was a birthday fic written for a dear friend 👀 Transfem!Sal x Bratty Reader x Donna.. I.. ahem.. hope some of you will like it! ♥️ Gonna put it all under a cut since I know not everyone is into ships like this.

Someone I love dearly isn't feeling very well 🥺 Can they get something with a sick Reader being comforted by Alcina? Or Sal? Or both 👀

Ropes anon! Here after a few days of no sleep and several mental break downs on my floor! It’s my bday on the 28 and I was hoping you could indulge me in an Alcina x reader x Sal poly relationship? If not, then a simple happy birthday is all I’d like.

.... threesome with a bratty enby, Alcina and Sal? 👀👀

Hi! It’s been a long time since I sent in anything to you, things have been wild, but I was wondering if you could write anything about Donna and Daniela sharing a transfem reader?

Just a little Mother's Day drabble for our favorite Lady 💋

Misc.

Sasha ABCs written by demonofpuns

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Movie Review | The Last Boy Scout (Scott, 1991)

There's undeniably something ugly about the way this movie views women. You have one hero, Bruce Willis, who drops by his house, immediately suspects his wife of cheating on him, waves a gun around, is revealed to be right, shoots a family photo on the way out, and the movie basically supports his point of view. And you have the other hero, Damon Wayans, who arguably has the healthier relationship with women, introduced as having cheated on his girlfriend, who he also gets annoyed with when she gets chatty with the first hero at the bar. Neither the wife nor the girlfriend get to exercise much in the way of agency, the former being reduced to one dimensional shrillness only to embrace her husband at the end as he tenderly spouts vulgarities at her, the latter not making it past the first act and essentially being defined by a past relationship with a sleazy NFL bigwig. The only female character to have much in the way of agency is Willis' daughter, who gets characterized in vile, uncharitable terms and then has a joust of profanities with her father.

Because this is was written by Shane Black, who can't help but write colourful dialogue, some of these scenes manage to be entertaining, if only in a lizard brain way. ("Buy a dog.") Like Eddie Murphy's Raw, the brutal precision in the delivery of punchlines shakes a laugh out of you despite the pungency of the material. You might not like that you're laughing, but you're laughing. But at the same time, this is all plunged in a certain self-loathing, which might make some of this a bit easier to sit through. We meet Willis as he's sleeping in his car and some punk ass kids drop a dead squirrel on him, then watch him pathetically trying to compose himself as he prepares for the day, appraising himself as he looks in the mirror. "Nobody likes you. Everybody hates you. You're gonna lose. Smile, you fuck." And we meet Wayans as he broods over a sleeping woman who is definitely not his girlfriend, pops a bunch of pills so he can "get by", set straight a friend who is treating a woman abominably and look glum about his life situation. Of course these guys have issues with women. They have issues, period.

And over the course of the movie, they rediscover their self respect and regain the luster that had dimmed. Willis, the former secret service agent who saved the president's life (seen in flashback, resembling the Jimmy Carter mask in Point Break) but lost his job after confronting a sleazy, perverted senator, shedding his hungover aura of booze and stale cigarettes and slowly transforming from his zombified state to the hero he once was. Wayans, shedding his insecurity and proving to everyone that his reputation for the best arm in the league was well earned. The movie pushes the two against each other, having them bristle and eventually bond, each doing wonders with the dialogue even as they operate in different registers. Perhaps because the movie starts them off so low, and because of the dignity both actors bring to their roles, I found I was quite moved by their arcs.

And on top of all this, this is just an amazingly fun action movie directed by one of the kings of action movies, Tony Scott, who keeps the movie in hyperdrive. It's got that beautiful shimmering look that Scott's movies had during this period, but with intriguing variations. You get sparkling champagne magic hour look in the daytime scenes, but you also get intense moody blues at night, almost out of a dystopian science fiction movie. The screenplay by Shane Black, in addition to giving texture to the heroes, is great about keeping the convolutions of the plot easy to follow and finding ways to twist tense situations with juicy dialogue. (At one point, Willis avoids being killed by colourfully describing the girth of his assailant's wife. "Now I'm not saying she's fat, her high school picture was an aerial photograph.") And because of the pervasive misogyny and self-loathing, and because the movie opens with Billy Blanks gunning down opposing football players and blowing his own brains out during a game, there's a corrosive quality to the movie that gives the action an added kick. Every explosion goes extra loud. (The best one has a car crash into a pool, blow up, and then get blasted a few extra times by Willis for good measure.) Every gunshot sprays as much blood as a splatter movie. And if you get both explosions and gunshots in the same scene, like the poor bastard who's shotgunned repeatedly while on fire, that's just icing on the action movie cake.

[yvonne-rutherford]

Jared Shao - 28

Jared was not someone Yvonne expected to fall for. In fact, he was supposed to only be a means to an ends. She’d noticed the way his eyes trailed over her the first time she approached the Cávado Kings and she hadn’t been afraid to play up the connection between them. And just like everything else involved in that plan, their relationship quickly spiraled out of her control. The more time they spent together, the more energy he invested into her, the more he told her she was special, the harder Yvonne fell. It took almost six months for them to make things official, but for the first time in her life, Yvonne was sure she was in love. In fact, she tried to convinced Jared multiple times to meet at least her brothers, despite his misgivings and distrust of her family. He refused every time, and eventually Yvonne dropped the subject all together. Even as six months wore on into one year and finally two, and the honeymoon period wore off, Yvonne still imagined spending the rest of her life with Jared.

And then she attended Damon’s hotel opening, an attempt to reunite with the family she’d been distancing herself from for years. She told herself that she could make an appearance, and then slip out and make the score later. But one drink and photo turned into another, and before she knew it, it was too late. Immediately, her so-called surrogate family turned their backs on her. Blocked numbers, calls going straight to voicemail, clear “You’re not welcome”s when she tried to visit their usual haunts. Jared didn’t even demand she return the key to his apartment or return her things himself. His sister met her at a coffeeshop with a haphazardly packed box and a cold demeanor. It took two weeks and completely demented stalker ex-girlfriend behavior to get Jared alone for a moment to even talk. The conversation lasted five minutes and ended with Yvonne slapping his face and walking away crying. Two years of her life and it was all based on spiting Andrew Rutherford. By that point, all of her siblings had moved to London and Yvonne decided it was time she made a fresh start of things too. Somewhere where she would never have to run into Jared again.

Théodore Chaussard - 35

Théodore Chaussard was supposed to just be a fun flirtationship. Fresh off of her first serious breakup and in a brand new country, he was just a bit of fun and ego boosting. They’d run into each other, flirt a bit, and then go their separate ways. Yvonne didn’t even know his name for the first few months. And as a French commandant and the youngest daughter of Andrew Rutherford, they both knew that nothing could ever truly happen between them. And yet, just like Jared, the attention got to her. When Théo proposed a weekend away in French wine country, Yvonne indulged in the fantasy for one weekend. They’d spend one weekend pretending things weren’t the way they were, and then they’d return to their lives and that would be that. And it was, until Yvonne’s period was late and two pink lines appeared on the pregnancy test she’d convinced herself couldn’t possibly be positive. After Christmas, Yvonne broke the news to Théo in person, a decision she still regrets to this day, as it lead to her shooting Johnathan Parsons on accident. Their daughter, Maddie, just had her first birthday in August, and despite the mess she found herself in, the one thing Yvonne doesn’t regret is her daughter.

Isaac  Càlix - 26

Yvonne met Isaac Càlix a few days after her twenty-fifth birthday, when a mutual friend introduced them. They spent the night drinking, clubbing, and chatting away after hitting it off immediately. Over the course of the night, she learned that he was the son of a Catalan real estate developer who was in London to gain experience in the international side of his father’s business. Since her birthday, the two have been in non-stop communication, and have been inseparable whenever Yvonne can find a babysitter. While Isaac knows about Maddie and has seen pictures, Yvonne is holding off on introducing the two of them until she’s certain it’s serious between the pair. But even if things end up fizzling out, he's proving to be a nice distraction from the fallout of her parents’ divorce and Lara’s miraculous rise from the dead.

[officiallyashley]

"Let me hold you..." (. blue exorcist .)

SUMMARY: In the aftermath of her father’s suicide, Ash goes back to her childhood home to sort some things out. While doing so, Ash finds out something groundbreaking, something that… Ash nor Rin were expecting. 

NOTES: I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! If I missed any warnings, then tell me and I'll add them.

WARNINGS: mentions of a young child dying, mentions of leukemia, mentions of abuse within a relationship, mentions of abuse toward a child, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of mental abuse, mentions of depression, mentions of divorce, mentions of disrupted eating patterns, mentions of suicide.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

<~~~>

THE MEMORIES WERE BECOMING TOO MUCH FOR HER. 

They hurt her so much. Over years and years of their life, Ash had struggled badly with the memories of her younger sister. Every time she would close her eyes, Ash would see her younger sister, smiling at her with more life in her eyes compared to anyone else’s. The brunette would be at the store and walk past a plushie that they knew Kaida would like, or they would hear of a movie that Ash could practically hear Kaida begging them to see. Every little thing that reminded Ash of Kaida just stabbed at her heart. 

Hearing that Kaida had passed away at the young age of eight, eleven-year-old Ashley didn’t believe it at first. She was in denial, not wanting to believe that her lively, bright-eyed sister was gone. Ash and their family had known Kaida had been struggling with leukemia for the previous two years before she died. There were ups and downs regarding Kaida’s treatment — Kaida’s health would be progressing from one moment, only to the next moment to be declining. Ashley didn’t know what to think at the time. Ash’s parents didn’t know what to think, either. 

After Kaida had passed away, Ash’s parents started fighting really badly. They resigned from being Paladins, their marriage led to a toxic relationship, and they abused each other and their daughter. Ash would get into physical and verbal fights with her mother and father, and afterward, Ash would curl up in her bed cuddling Kaida’s bubblegum pink plush bear to her chest, and wait for the fighting to end. Soon, her parents got divorced, and around this time, Ash completed her exorcist training and left for True Cross Academy to teach, where she would meet Rin Okumura and her other friends a couple of years later. 

Even after almost a decade Ash still cried at times. After all of this time, Ash still fell asleep with Kaida’s plush bear every night. The times when it would really hit them hard would cause Ash to either take a day or two off from work and have Yukio fill her spot (which Ash was grateful for, since he understood why), not eating or drinking anything for that time period, hole themself up in their room and cry. 

Any day that Ash wasn’t at school for an unspecified reason worried Rin. He would never be able to focus, his mind always wandering to his girlfriend. Rin even debated just walking out of class to go and see Ash (which was extremely tempting), he became so worried. Rin would confide in Alex, showing how worried he was for his lover. Whenever Rin came to her regarding his worries for Ashley, Alex could definitely see that he was anxious. 

Time has passed since then. Even though Ash put in some self-work and Rin and her friends had supported her through so much, Ash still had her moments. She still had those days when she would crawl into bed and not get up for hours and hours on end. Now, Rin and Ash had gotten married, soon starting their family with their daughter, who they named Kaida Sayuri (named after Ash’s little sister), and they planned on having more kids in the future. Even though Ash had been through so much, she had her purpose for living: her growing family. 

Ash finally opened up the front door to her family home. It was barren. Quiet. Depressing. Anyone who walked into this house wouldn’t think it once housed a loving family, with two parents and two children. The despondent atmosphere that Ash’s childhood home exuded wouldn’t indicate that impression at all. Ash sighed. The only reason that she was here in the first place is that her father had recently taken his life, and Ash needed to gather her things, and anything else she wanted, before her uncle sold everything and put the house up for sale. Ash’s mom didn’t have anything to do with this situation, which Ash was partly relieved about. She didn’t want to see her mother anyways. 

“So, Ash,” Rin asked, “what room do we start with?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just get this shit over with.” Ash stated tiredly. The less time she was here, the better. 

Without another word, Ash stormed off up the stairs, which led to the upstairs bathroom, a guest bedroom, a playroom, Kaida’s bedroom, and Ash’s old bedroom. Ash knew that she didn’t need anything in her old bedroom, as she had gotten everything that she needed before she had left for True Cross Academy when she was twelve.  Still, she decided to peek into her old room for good measure, with Rin following close behind her. 

Ash opened the door to her old bedroom. There were raggedy plush toys that lined the end of her unmade bed, with the plush toys torn and dusty and worn. It wouldn’t have shocked Ash if her plush toys were eaten by moths or some other cloth-loving insect. Her figurines and her tons and tons of mangas and books were also extremely dusty, making the vibrant colors on her belongings seem duller than they originally were. In fact, Ash’s room was messy and absolutely caked in dust. 

“Sorry it’s so dusty in here, babe.” Ash apologized. “Damn, and it’s untidy and messy in here. Holy hell!” 

Rin chuckled. “It’s fine, Ash. It’s been a while since anyone has been here. There’s bound to be dust and messiness.” Her husband said, trying to reassure the brunette. 

Ash shook her head. “No, Rin. It shouldn’t be unkempt and… a complete disaster! My room isn’t clean because of the fight between my parents and me as I left this house!” Ash didn’t raise her voice, but Rin could sense the strain in it that’s for sure. Ash was trying her damn hardest not to cry. “This was my last impression of my room as I took my suitcases and left!” 

Rin frowned. He held concern and softness in his eyes. He reached over and put his hand on Ash’s shoulder. “Hey, Ash—”

“Rin,” Ash barely looked at him, her voice breaking as she lightly placed her hand over his, “not now. Later.” With that, Ash made her way over to another area of her room, containing her mirror and dresser drawers. On her dresser were little knickknacks that Kaida had made her whenever Ash was sad or in trouble and makeup and jewelry boxes. God, Ash had so many homemade arts and crafts and knickknacks that Kaida made just for her, and no matter how many times their parents always said “You don’t reward bad behavior.”, Kaida would always respond with: “I wanna cheer up sissy!” That’s just who Kaida was; a kind, loving person who would never hurt a fly… who would never have a proper, deserved chance at life. Ash also saw the many, many multicolored sticky notes that practically lined the frame of the mirror. Hell, the post-it notes might as well have been the frame of the mirror with how many there were. The sticky notes were reminders for Ash, some of the reminders Ash completed, some she never got to.

“Damn, that’s a lot of post-it notes, babe,” Rin commented with a small, fond smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, I completed some of them, and then there are some I never finished.” 

“Why could you not complete them?” Rin asked curiously. 

“Because I was a lazy child. That’s also the reason why I never took the completed ones off of my mirror.” Ash responded bluntly, making her way toward her nightstand. 

Rin snorted, laughing. “I guess that part never really changed. I can’t even count how many sticky notes we have on our mirror. Kaida even questioned why there were so many ‘sticky squares’, as she calls them.” 

Ash rolled her eyes playfully. “I keep forgetting to take them down.” 

Rin wrapped his tail around Ash’s waist and brought her close, whispering in her ear. “Really now? Or are you just lazy?” Rin teased with a grin. 

Ash lightly smacked his chest, moving away from his embrace. She glared at her husband, though it held no negativity. The brunette crossed her arms across her chest and scoffed. “Oh, hush, you.” Rin just snickered at his wife’s words, stuffing his hands in his pockets. 

As Rin looked at a part of Ash’s wall that had hand-drawn pictures, which were mainly created by Ash’s younger sister, pinned to it, Ash walked over to her nightstand. Briefly glancing at her broken and very much dead alarm clock, she opened the first two drawers. The first drawer harbored trash and scraps of paper that Ash must have put there when she was younger. She didn’t have a trash can in her room, so where else was little Ashley gonna put her garbage? The second drawer had… Oreos?? And Reese’s, M&M’s, Japanese candy, pocky, and… more candy?? 

Oh, goddamn. I forgot how much of a hoarder I was as a child. Ash nervously, but quietly, laughed to herself, I’m surprised there are no bugs or some shit. She then closed those drawers with a sigh and opened the third and final drawer. Inside was a note. A standard white envelope that had the name ASHLEY written on it with a faded old red ink pen. “Huh?” Ash picked up the envelope and opened it. What the hell? Ash widened her eyes in pure shock. It was a letter from her father, and it looked like it was written a little bit before he killed himself. Ash furrowed her brows. The old man left me a note? Tch, what the fuck does this geezer have to say to me? 

Ash began to read the note. Yup, She thought, this is most definitely the old man’s handwriting. As she read the note, there was a pit of dread developing in her stomach. Ash was flabbergasted. Already squatting down, the brunette fell to the floor. This… wasn’t what she was expecting… at all.

Rin heard Ashley fall to the floor, so he turned around from looking at the pictures on the wall. “You okay, Ash?” Rin asked as he walked over to Ash’s old bed and sat down on it. 

Ash steadied herself up from the floor after a moment, setting the note in Rin’s lap. “Just read it.” Ash managed to choke out, before quickly walking away and out of the room to get something. 

As Rin read the note, his eyes widened, as well. 

To my daughter,

I never wanted things to end the way they did. Truly, I never wanted the family to fall apart after Kaida passed away. I don’t know if you will ever read this letter, but if you do I will already be gone by my own hands. Please allow me to say some noteworthy things since I know we won’t ever get the chance to discuss this matter in person. I don’t know how you're currently feeling towards your mother, but I will say this for you to keep in mind just in case you have the urge to contact her: she hasn’t gotten over your sister passing away and she continues to abuse alcohol and drugs like she had been when you were younger. I don’t think contacting her is the best move at the moment, but I understand if you want to try and help her. It is in your nature to help others, so I wouldn’t put it past you, my daughter. Moving on from the topic of your mom, I have something else to confess. It’s information that you won’t get out of your mother, even if you are on good terms with her. 

Ashley, I don’t know how to put this, so I’ll just state the facts, but… you aren’t exactly human. In fact, you aren’t human at all. You, Ashley Sato, are a secret weapon for the Vatican, specifically an angel, and you were raised by the Vatican for a part of your childhood. The Vatican kept a close eye on you, and they always have. Ashley, your mother and I… we knew that you deserved to live a normal life, to live as normal of a life as you could before you fully awakened. We didn’t know when that would be, but we thought that if we altered your memories to if you were a regular human then maybe your awakening would be postponed or delayed. For how long, we didn’t know, but your mom and I wanted the best for you, so we adopted you as our own and took you under our wings. 

Now that I have explained everything, I have one more thing that I must say. I am truly sorry that I could never tell you this in person and I am sorry for how I treated you and your mother. I never knew what to do in terms of trying to contact you, but if I ever got ahold of you I would have apologized for my actions over the years. Even if I did successfully contact you, I doubt that you would even want to see me, let alone talk to me. Even so, I wish that one day you learn the truth, whether through this final goodbye letter or through some other source. No matter how you truly feel about this news, I want you to know that, even though I wasn’t in a healthy enough state of mind to say or act like it, I love you. Even if those words don’t mean anything to you, I love you and you have always been a part of this family, no matter your true origins. 

I apologize for never making up for my wrongdoings, for my sins.

I love you, my little firefly,

~dad 

Rin looked up from the letter, completely and utterly bewildered. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and he tried to process what Ash’s father had written. Rin folded the note and put it in his pocket, seeing Ash in the doorway of her old bedroom. “R-Rin…” Ash started, her tears she had been holding in finally spilling from her red and puffy eyes, “w-what the fuck— what the fuck am I supposed to do n-now…?!” Ash started sobbing loudly, tears clouding her vision. Rin tried to reach in for a comforting hug, but Ash was so hysteric that she couldn’t keep still. “I-I-I-I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO—” Ash’s breathing got worse, and she began hyperventilating. 

“Ash—”

“W-Was m-my entire damn life—” Ash could barely talk with how anxious and shocked she was, and her breathing was worsening to the point where Rin thought Ash was gonna pass out, “was my entire damn life just a lie?!”

“Ashley—” Rin tried to get Ash’s attention, but it was to no avail. Ash wasn’t listening, she was so distraught, so Rin grabbed hold of her hands to keep her still. 

“Rin, let me go!” Ash cried. 

“No, Ashley. Please. Let me hold you…” The dark-haired male said softly, grasping her soft hands.

His gaze never left hers, and at that, Ash stopped in her tracks, and gently, slowly, Rin pulled her closer to him. He felt Ash lay her head on his chest, and with that, Rin started stroking her hair. After a moment, Ash’s breathing started to reverse to normal, steadying with every word of affirmation that Rin directed toward her. “Rin,” Ash started, looking up at him, “I don’t want to be in this room anymore.”

“Okay, baby. Do you wanna sit on the staircase for a minute?” Rin asked.

Ash nodded in response. There was a good moment of silence that swept over the couple. Rin brought Ash close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. Ash sniffled, hugging his waist. “I need more answers.” Ash said, drying her tears, “I need more proof. I need to look into this more.” 

“Do you have any idea where to start, babe?” Rin inquired as Ash sat up. 

She stood up from her spot. “This place is as good as anywhere to start.” Ash replied, offering her hand to help Rin up, which he took, “My parents hid a plethora of things from Kaida and I, so why not start here, in this house?” 

Rin gave Ash a comforting kiss on the lips. “If you say so, baby.” 

<~~~>

If you need more of an explanation as to what was revealed, then here you go! I was falling asleep to Blue Exorcist and I had this random thought at like 2 am and I wrote this 10 (idk it may be more like 11 or 12) page oneshot by like 4 am? 5 am? My point is this was a random (very late) midnight thought lol 😝 : Explanation: Ash is actually an angel, raised by the Vatican to be the ultimate weapon, whose memories were wiped so she could live a normal life. In that normal life, her memories were replaced and she was raised by the Paladins (Ash and Kaida’s mom and dad) as if Ash were their own. This explains why Ash is so very talented at being an exorcist and how quickly and efficiently she was able to attain and retain information. Ash has come back to her childhood home because her foster father had killed himself over everything that had happened.

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥.

[pherelesytsia]

Masterlist

Thomas Shelby

Mr LovermanThomas receives a call and imagines the worst.

Forgotten DinnerSunday dinner was always important to Y/N, but the night ends differently after Thomas arrives over five hours too late.(+18) Whisper of a loving Heart Thomas Shelby was always drawn to Y/N, but never found the courage to invite her to dinner but when a man dances with her he can no longer stay in the background.

Safe and SoundThomas Shelby never found time to spend a day with his wife and daughter, but one day he stays home.

Bloodbath At his daughter’s 18th birthday Thomas is not enjoying the attention his daughter is receiving from the male guests but his wife can calm him down before the feast can end in a bloodbath. Burn little witchThomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

PART ONE

Fool of a Man After a fight, Thomas comes home.(+18)

Feast for Eyes Thomas comes after a long day home.(+18)

Love my tender,Y/N´s parents find out their daughter is dating Thomas Shelby.

Ragging Oceans Thomas finds his girlfriend crying by the cliffs.

Lovelier than a Dream Lazy mornings are not common in the Shelby household, but one spring morning, Thomas cannot find the motivation to get dressed.

How did you know? Y/N always had special abilities, saw the future of her family but one day after John nearly faced death, Thomas demands answers.

Stars were falling, Thomas and Y/N are stargazing and lose themselves in the beauty of the night.

Bleeding Heart Y/N takes care of Thomas after he was shot.

Forbidden Fruit Alfie Solomons finds out his younger sister is dating Thomas Shelby and forbids her to see him ever again, but his words cannot scare her.

Love me series

As Thomas Shelby hears Y/N´s parents are searching for a suitable husband for their child Y/N faces a loveless marriage she hoped to never encounter, but slowly the cold walls crumble as the scent of spring is dancing over the meadows.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Spencer Reid

One Shots

Sleeping Beauty After a long day, Spencer returns home to find his pregnant wife sleeping on the sofa.

Uncharted PathsAfter a romantic dinner in the flat and the proposal, Spencer and Y/N find themselves in the bedroom. (+18)

Heal Me You arrive stressed, exhausted and late from work and are surprised by a cooking Spencer.

Not Bulletproof After an encounter with her past Spencer has to help Y/N through a panic attack.

Written in the Stars Y/N felt asleep during the long drive home from the airport and Spencer is there to take care of her.

Breakfast in Bed Y/N and Spencer have their first day off after long weeks of work and decide to stay in bed.

Feeling Faint Spencer finds you passed out on the ground after you didn’t answer his calls.

Blind Date JJ couldn’t bear to watch Spencer go through life on his own anymore, so she decided to introduce him to one of her friends.

Anchor Spencer returns home and finds his girlfriend in the bathtub. (+18)

Cold winter days The heater is broken, but your boyfriend knows a way to get you warm.(+18)

First Kick Spencer decors the nursery room for his first-born daughter.

Read me to Sleep Spencer takes care of his children.

Fear of the Water, Spencer finds out that his girlfriend is a single mother.

Duties of a loving boyfriend As Y/N doesn’t arrive at the office, her concerned boyfriend takes care of her.

Breakfast at Spencer’s After days and nights spent with renovating the new home, Spencer surprises his girlfriend with breakfast in bed.

Meet me in the woods Spencer invites his girlfriend to a lovely picnic.

Period PainSpencer helps his girlfriend through her period.

You’re are good enough After Spencer heard you don’t think you’re good enough, he has to show how much he loves you. (+18)

Dean Winchester

Love me, Y/N returns crying from a date and is met by Dean, who she thought would be at a bar.

Never leave me, A hunt for vampires goes wrong and Dean has to find Y/N before it is too late.

Unloveable Dean lets his girlfriend know how much he loves her after she recieved comments about her body.

Bucky Barnes

Winds of Winter Bucky has to save his girlfriend from Hydra’s claws before it´s too late.

Dance with me, Bucky Barnes falls for an unknown beautiful woman.

Scent of Home Bucky attended one of Tony´s parties and returns to his small family.

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Y/n L/n and Quinn Hughes

Dating Quinn for over 4 years has been amazing. He is such a sweetheart and always makes me the happiest girl in the world and makes me feel loved on a daily basis. Quinn has two younger brothers Jack and Luke who I have taken under my wing as their “big sister” figure I’ve also become over the last 4 years Ellen and Jim’s “daughter” that they never had. As the person I am, I’m always there for the boys when they don’t want to go to their parents for something. I’m always happy to give the boys girl advice, spa days and much more.

Quinn and I were laying in bed cuddling talking to each other about maybe getting a pet together or a plant, we were casually talking when a knock interrupted us, we told whoever was on the other side to come in, “y/n I need your help asap” Luke said all panicked coming and sitting on the end of Quinn’s bed “first of all Luke calm down and explain the situation” I calmly said while separating myself from Quinn and sitting up on the bed “my girlfriend is over and she just got her period and I don’t know what tf to do. I’ve never been in this situation before help” Luke said trying to calm down “well Luke first tell her to go for a shower then ask her what products she uses then came back and I’ll give you some pads or tampons to give to her then if she has bleed through her clothes go put them in the washing machine, but make sure you give her plenty of cuddles and some reassurance that there is no reason to be embarrassed and that if she wants to go home I’ll happily take her home” I explained to Luke he quickly thanked me then left the room in a hurry (like his life depended on it) then came back 2 minutes later to ask for some products which Quinn always kept a draw in his room full of tampons and pads and other feminine products for whenever I need or incase of emergency like this.

Quinn,Jack and Luke all needed a spa day mainly because of the amount of stress that the season put on all of them,so while they were out I set up Quinn’s bathroom with candles and everything they needed for their spa day once I was all set up I texted our little group chat with just the 4 of us telling them all to meet me in Quinn’s bathroom. I even asked mama Hughes if I could give Luke some wine just so he could get the full experience and didn’t feel left out. 1. I waxed their eyebrows,uni brow because they were looking bad I also washed their hair because I just got new acrylic nails and so I could give it a full scrub but also use proper shampoo and conditioner not their 3 in 1 bullshit 2. We did peel off face masks, as we were waiting for them to dry we just started talking about how excited we are for summer and how fun it’s going to be. 3. I put some serums on the boys faces so they could be glowing and have healthy skin. Once step 1,2,and 3 were done we all set up mattress’s one the floor of the basement and had a movie sleepover marathon while we all cuddled together.

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ROME—Few would argue how Valérie Bacot rationalized pulling the trigger that sent a fatal bullet into the back of her stepfather-turned-husband Daniel Polette's neck on March 13, 2016. She had earlier unsuccessfully tried to poison him with a sleeping pill, and she said she knew he was grooming their 14-year-old daughter for serial rape. She was tired of years of abuse and being pimped out to strangers in the family minivan, so she did what she thought she had to do.

“I took the gun,” she said in an emotional interview with Le Parisien ahead of her June 21 murder trial that could send her to prison for life. “There was a loud noise, the flash, the smell. I got out of the car, opened the door, he fell. I thought only of saving myself because I was sure he was going to kill me.”

Bacot then told her oldest children—who she says were borne of rape—that she had killed the monster they called their father. They admitted they helped bury his body in a forest. All the while, she packed dirt on the hastily dug grave—she said she worried he would come back to life. “The only thing I thought about was putting dirt on it,” she said. “Because I was afraid he would come out and kill us.”

The 40-year-old and two of her children were arrested in October 2017 when Polette's body was found after the mother of her son’s girlfriend, who had been involved in the hasty burial, turned her in. Since that time, more than 400,000 people have signed a petition to ask Emmanuel Macron for a presidential pardon that could save Bacot, though opponents say presidents have no place in the court of law. Interest in her case has galvanized those fighting against domestic violence, not just in France, but across Europe where, on average, one woman is killed every three days by an angry partner. A television interview in France ahead of her trial garnered 4.5 million viewers, and her horrific memoir Tout le monde savait or Everyone Knew is a national bestseller in France.

Bacot’s lawyers told The Daily Beast that they are “withdrawing from the media” in the weeks leading up to the trial to focus on her defense, saying, “We will neither give interviews nor make any statements during the several weeks to come.”

The case harkens back to Jacqueline Sauvage, another French woman who fatally shot her husband after years of abuse against her and her children. Sauvage won a presidential pardon after being sentenced to 10 years in prison for murder. Bacot’s supporters believe her case merits the same consideration, though in both cases, the women were failed by a system that did not protect them from years of documented abuse. In Bacot’s case, her children went to police more than once to try to help their mother, but police turned them away because they were minors.

“Even though she committed murder by killing her torturer, and taking into account the 25 years of suffering she suffered and endured in general indifference, it is her freedom that we ask for,” a spokesperson for the support group sponsoring the petition says.

Polette, a truck driver, married Bacot’s mother in 1992, and started grooming her immediately, insisting he put body lotion on her prepubescent body and on watching her bathe, according to her memoir. She says he then began raping her when she turned 12, after her first period. Bacot reported the rape to authorities through a teacher at her school and Polette was sentenced to four years in prison for raping his stepdaughter. All the while, her mother made her visit the man who raped her in prison. When he got out, he moved back in with Bacot’s mother and the abuse started once more. “Every night after school he would say ‘you go upstairs’ to me,” she said in the interview. “I knew what that meant.”

When she became pregnant at 17 with the first of four children he would father with his stepdaughter, her mother sent her off to live with the ogre. “My mother helped me pack my boxes,” she said. “At first I thought my mother didn’t know, but over time I realized she did, but never did anything.”

Several years into the relationship, they married. Then things got worse. Bacot says Polette had always physically abused and emotionally tortured her, but then he started threatening to kill her and the children with a gun, at times pulling the trigger as he pointed what she did not know was an unloaded gun at her head. “You’re lucky, it’s not today,” he would say. “There is nothing in it, but next time I will not miss.”

Then when money got tight, Bacot says Polette started to pimp her out of the family Peugeot minivan, speaking to her in an earpiece and threatening her the whole time not to ask the men who paid for sex for help.

Even that, she says, she could have tolerated. But shortly before she killed him, she said he asked their 14-year-old daughter how she was sexually. She knew exactly what would happen next. At that point, she knew she had to stop him.

Bacot knows she could spend the rest of her life in prison, but says it is better than the rest of her life with him. “I deserve to go to jail, a very long time, that’s normal. But this trial is not only mine but that of ‘the other,’” she told Le Parisien, referring to Polette. “I hope that I can be stronger than him and for once in my life win against him.”

Bacot’s story mirrors that of countless women who are prisoners in violent relationships, having been groomed to believe they cannot leave. “I have lived my whole life believing that I deserved it,” Bacot writes in her book. “That it was because of me.”

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Pinky Promise (dad!Harry)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Harry introduces a certain special someone to the newest addition of his family.

Author’s Note: Surprise! Here’s some boy dad!Harry on this fine week night. I feel like Harry is almost always written as as girl dad (guilty as charged tho), so I wanted to show the boys some love. I didn’t really call this one an ‘x reader,’ because this one’s mostly about Harry and his bub, but the missus is still there, don’t worry! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback of any kind, likes and especially reblogs are super helpful to keep me motivated to post more. Take care and TPWK.

     The Styles household was always filled with noise. Whether it was contagious laughter echoing off of the walls in the kitchen, the pitter patter of pudgy feet bursting through the back door from the garden, or the low humming of the secondhand record player coming from the living room. The sounds were comforting, reassuring to those that lived there. While the ruckus caused by something like which Joni Mitchell song Harry should play on the guitar before bedtime or what color everyone’s nails should be painted each week might seem chaotic to some, it represented a kind of tranquility that at one point did not seem possible to grasp.

    But today, in the modest, ivy-covered cottage with a pastel-yellow door, it was quiet. The sun poured in from the two open windows of the living area, filling the room with a still brightness that only London could emote. Dust particles danced in the light, drifting along through their own invisible current. The beginnings of the city could be seen in the distance, visible in a foggy haze with promises of sweet treats and adventue-packed days. But no sound, as the newest member of the Styles family had commanded the attention and affection of everyone within its walls.

    “She’s so little,” the youngest spoke up. Although he was now technically the oldest. He outstretched his hand out to caress the petite foot that stuck out from beneath the periwinkle-colored muslin blanket.

    “I know,” Harry replied, watching the swaddled newborn’s toes curl in reaction to being tickled by her brother, “I remember when you were this tiny, too.”

    “I was?” he asked, scratching at his chocolate brown curls that never laid flat.

    Harry nodded in affirmation, recalling the early morning when his son had been born prematurely. He’d spent nearly ten days resting in an uncomfortable vinyl recliner beside his girlfriend’s, who was now his wife, hospital bed counting down the minutes until the nurse would give them the “ok” to go visit their bub in the NICU. Harry stared in awe at his newborn through the glass of the incubator, using the open portal on the side to reach in and stroke his cheek with the faintest of touches. He was covered in wires and tubes, surrounded by monitors and beeping machines, all tasked with keeping his underdeveloped organs afloat. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen, and Harry still has those nights where he’s plagued with memories from the hospital. While the day he became a father was most certainly the best day of his life, it was one of the most traumatic experiences he’s ever been through.

    “Mhmm. You were actually even smaller when you were born,” Harry prodded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at him.

    “No I wasn’t! the toddler jabbed back, crinkling his nose up at his parents, his aquamarine colored eyes turning into tiny slits on either side.

    “Umm, yes you were,” Harry’s wife replied with a chuckle from where she sat beside the rest of her family on the couch, “We bought the tiniest size clothes we could find and they still didn’t fit your teeny little bum.”

    The boy sat confused, trying to comprehend how a person could be smaller than his sister, let alone be so tiny that clothes didn’t even fit them.

    “Well, I’m big now. Right?”

    “Much bigger,” Harry reassured him, “But now that you’re bigger, you have t’ take care of your sister. You have to teach her how to be kind and share your toys with her. Think yeh can do tha’?”

    “Yes! C-can she swim with me in the pool?” he stumbled over his words, overjoyed by the idea of someone always being around to play his sacred water games with him in his nana’s pool.

    “Not yet, bubba,” Harry laughed, tickled by his son’s enthusiasm, “We have t’ wait until she’s a little bit older. But I’m sure she’d love to swim with you at Nana’s when she knows how.”

    “Okayyy,” the boy replied, slightly defeated.

    “Do you want t’ hold her?” Harry asked, gesturing to the sleeping bundle in his lap, her puffy eyelids closed peacefully as tiny, sporadic grunts left her little belly.

    “Yeah, but I don’t know how,” he professed, his plush, pink toddler lips turning down into a frown.

    “’S alright, I’ll show you,” Harry then carefully shuffled from his position on the couch, turning so that he was facing his son.

    “So, first, you have to make sure you hold her head because she can’t keep it up on her own,” Harry started, reaching over to place the baby girl into his son’s arms.

    Unlike the last time, Harry’s hands didn’t shake. He wasn’t afraid like he was before, when his arms trembled as he took his newborn son into his arms for the first time, petrified that he was going to accidentally smother him or drop him and that the worst thing he could imagine would come true. No. This time, his hands were sturdy, protective over his new daughter as he was preparing to introduce her to his firstborn for the very first time.

     Harry’s wife looked on lovingly as his son took the baby from him excitingly, his left hand cupping her head gently. Her tired eyes were filled with love when he wrapped his arm protectively around her little tufts of peach fuzz in the best way that a five-year-old with mediocre hand-eye coordination could.

    “You also have t’ hold her bum so she doesn’t squirm out of your arms.”

    Harry took his son’s hand into his, guiding him to place his tiny forearm along the baby’s back with his palm resting on her diaper-clad bottom. When he was confident of his son’s grip on the infant, he pulled back. He made sure to hover over him with his brawny, tanned arms just ghosting over his son’s. Just in case.

    The boy was elated. His sister was warm and soft, and she looked like one of the stuffed animals that he slept with every night. He couldn’t believe that the person he talked to in his mother’s belly every night for nine months and gave kisses to each morning before nursery school was here and real and now she gets to live with him forever.

    “She’s so cute,” he spoke in gentle whisper this time, remembering what his mum had told him about being quiet around the baby so that she doesn’t wake up cranky.

    He was absolutely smitten over her. Everything about her was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his brief time on Earth: her button nose that sat perfectly above her lips, her miniature fingers wound tightly her fist as if she was ready to fight, her little tongue that barely poked through her mouth each time she yawned. He could stare at her forever if he could.

    Instinctively, he pulled her into his bony chest for a hug, squeezing a little too harder than he should have. The baby girl tensed in his grasp at the motion, the beginnings of a shrill whine escaping her pruney lips.

    “Whoa, bub. You have t’ be careful,” Harry intervened, loosening his son’s arms so that the baby rested peacefully in the boy’s lap again.

    “She’s fragile. You can’t squeeze her like that,” the boy’s mum reminded him.

    “Sorry, Baby,” said the boy as he reached down to press his tiny lips to her eyebrow.

    Her forehead wrinkled up at the contact, similar to one of auntie Gemma’s baby puppies, thought the boy to himself. He also thought that she kind of looked like one of the puppies too, but he kept that to himself.

    Harry and his wife watched their children interacted, how his son was brushing his thumb along her skull, how her face relaxed at the steady motion. They were already in sync with each other, already comforting each other just by their presence. They were both besotted with their daughter, but Harry thinks he might be just a bit more in love with her than his wife. Harry had gotten used to raising his son, while he taught him to be a kindhearted and gentle creature, there had always been a degree of roughness to which he interracted with him. His daughter, however, was made of glass, Harry had convinced himself. He vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never shed a single tear because of him or anything else he had control over.

    Now, Harry had two babies. One boy and one girl, just like his family before this one. The similarities slightly terrified him. His son was soft and gentle and loving, just like Harry had been as a child. He was sensitive, always yearning to be held and touched in the way that Harry had when he was his age. His daughter, even though she was only a few days old, was already a stubborn little fighter like his sister. She cried her lungs out within her first few hours of being born, kicking and screaming until it looked like her face was turning blue. She hated the harsh lights that the doctors shone in her eyes and their cold hands that poked and prodded at her belly like she was a science experiment. It wasn’t until she was in the arms of her family that her wailing subsided.

    It was thoughts like these that felt surreal to Harry. He never saw himself as someone that could be in the position he is now. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor, someone who only ever stayed with someone for a certain period of time before everything inevitably blew up in his face and he’d be back at square one. He never thought that he’d be the type of person with a wife and a white picket fence and a slew of babies; he never thought that he could be the type of person who could be this happy.

    “Bubby, can I ask you to promise me something?” Harry asked as he scooped the boy into his lap, making sure the baby was secure so that the three of them laid in one pile on the couch.

     He pulled his wife closer as well, making sure they were shoulder to shoulder and he felt surrounded on all sides by the ones he loved the most.

    “What?” his son asked, peering up at his papa with huge eyes that resembled saucers, his long, dark eyelashes brushing his brow bones.

    “I want you to promise me,” Harry began, wrapping his arms tighter around his two babies, resting his chin in the crook of his son’s neck, “tha’ whatever happens t’ the two of you, no matter how many times you get into fights. No matter how mad you might make each other. That you’ll love her. No matter what. That you’ll always be her big brother.”

    Harry hadn’t realized, but his voice trailed off near the end. His voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that only his son could hear. He pressed his lips to side of his bub’s forehead, an attempt to soothe both his son and himself.

    “Can yeh do that f’ me?”

    The boy in Harry’s lap pondered his father’s words. His finger went absentmindedly to stroke his sister’s hand, astonished when her fingers unfurled from the tight fist they’d been bound in all day. He slipped his pinky into her palm just as her muscles relaxed so that she was now clutching tightly to his digit.

    He had no idea of the weight that Harry’s words carried. He had no idea of the thoughts of uncertainty that haunted Harry about never getting to this point in his life. He doesn’t understand the cruelty that exists outside the walls of his home besides the pesky little boy in his class that borrows his crayons and doesn’t give them back. He doesn’t know that other children don’t grow up in homes with parents that love each other like his do.

    He didn’t know any of these things, but he sensed that it meant a great deal to Harry, and he wanted to make sure that his father knew he could count on him for anything because he loved him with all of his heart and Harry proved that to him every single day.

    “Pinky promise, papa,” the boy responds, loosening his hand that was wrapped around his sister to offer it to Harry.