#plus their actual duties so pets are a no still

[caitlynmeow]

Lmao okay so Cassandra and Daniela were the loudest advocates for having pets in the castle but Alcina always said no because it’s plenty of work for everyone to look after the three daughters and no one has the energy to do the same for pets (because tbh the daughters can’t do much on their own they have maids that literally do everything for them like they barely even dress themselves there is always someone helping them and this is just ONE example)

Anyway, years and years later, life made a full circle and one Cassandra Dimitrescu was asked by her very own daughters if they can have a pet. Cassandra took a moment to realize that if it’s not for her wife, this family would be in shambles because Cass can barely keep herself alive let alone her children. And then she realized that her mother was right. It is a lot of work already and having pets is not going to work.

Cass would rather die than admit her mother is right but she fully gets it now

[chaotic-mystery]

Atta Girl | J.M.

Pairing: Joel Miller x plus size f!reader

Synopsis: Joel loves your body just as much as you do and shows you how much he can’t get enough of you.

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ minors dni! Porn with very little plot, reader is plus size & hardly insecure but has a moment where she asks if Joel is sure he wants her to ride his face, face riding, Joel squeezes you everywhere, praise, a little degrading if you squint at the end, spanking, light choking, Joel telling you what to do, dirty talk, pet names (baby doll, bunny, etc) pull out method to make you a toaster strudel hehe, Joel calls himself daddy like one time, oral (f receiving) unprotected sex, readers hair is long enough to pull. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.9K || A/N: I just want all my plus sized babies to know they are beautiful and Joel Miller would fuck you so hard he’d leave whipped and wanting more. This was a request I received and as a plus sized girl myself, I wanna see more positive stories about the reader already loving her body. I’m nervous posting this, but fuck it here we go!

Splitting wood for the fireplace wasn’t something you enjoyed whenever it needed to be done. Joel wasn’t around since he was on patrol duty and wasn’t sure if he’d be back before the sun went down behind the mountains in Jackson, meaning it was in fact your turn to chop wood. Not wanting to get any of your shirts dirty with mud, you thought it would be a great idea to wear one of his many flannels. Now, they didn’t hang off your body and that was okay, he actually enjoyed the way you’d tie the material up about halfway over your tummy, letting your breasts push together just a tad by the knot.

That’s how you ended up in the back of your shared cabin with Joel, sweat coating your forehead and your chest glistening in the late evening sun. Grunting with every split of wood and a chunk flying off the stump, you were almost to the end of the pile when the small screen door attached to the porch swung open, your worn out and starved man coming outside into the yard. Joel's hands went to his hips and his head dropped as he chuckled, looking back up at you. “The hell are ya doin’ sweet girl? I told you I was gonna do this when I got back from patrollin’.” His face slightly changed when he noticed his shirt tied up and pushing your breasts together just enough for him to forget how to speak.

Holding the axe in one hand and brushing off your dirt stained hands onto your jeans that were hugging your hips deliciously, you shook your head quickly and looked back at him as if he said something completely crazy. “No, no I’m more than capable of chopping wood for our fireplace in our house, Joel. It’s not a big deal, it’s just another shirt you lose.” You poke fun at him as you squat down to gather the pieces when you could hear the faintest groan from Joel behind you.

His head was spinning and landed in dark waters that flooded his mind with vile and unholy thoughts about you. He was watching your jeans get tighter around your ass as you squatted down, they were almost becoming a second skin to you. Those were the jeans he loved to see you in because they hugged your curves in all the places he loved the most- everywhere.

“If you stare any harder you’re going to burn holes into my ass, Joel.” You snark and stack up a few pieces of wood in your arms to start heading to the screen door. He snaps out of the trance your plump ass had him in and makes it to the door before you and holds it open, allowing you to walk in before him. He wanted more time to watch your hips swing with every step you take but also he was a southern gentleman at heart, so holding doors open for you wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Baby I’m sorry I jus’ can’t help it. You’re so sexy and I just can't can’t stop staring at the way your jeans fit ya. The way your shirt rides up and shows off your back a lil bit.” He whispered into your ear as you stood still for a second, his hands grabbing your plush hips, thumbs brushing over the soft skin that was peeking under the shirt that was riding up. A smirk plastered on your face, you continued on your way to the fireplace that was empty of wood and got down on all fours, starting to toss wood into the hole. Right on queue, Joel leans against the wall of the living room, watching your ass rock back and forth as the pile next to you dwindles down rapidly. The way your thighs pressed against each other like perfect puzzle pieces had his jeans getting tighter and tighter, his cock getting harder with every second passing by. Your breasts were practically spilling from your tank top with you bent over, a true sight for Joel to remember the next time he needed something to think about when he was alone. With no words spoken, Joel walks over towards you and kneels behind you and runs his hands over the curve of your ass, grunting slowly.

“You’re so beautiful, jus’ wanna pin you down right here and make you feel so good, honey.” His words shoot tingles all the way down your back and before you knew it, you were arching your back a little more, wiggling your ass in front of him.

“Who, me?” You innocently ask, tossing the rest of the wood inside the fireplace. Joel’s hands grab your hair gently and give a little tug, nudging you to stand up on your knees. One of his hands wraps around your stomach to hold you close, squeezing you against him. “Yes, you. Want ya to plant this beautiful pussy on my face and don’t stop ridin’ until I can’t breathe.” “Are you sure about that cowboy? I’ll do it, I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He scoffed and grabbed your squishy cheeks, pinching them together.

“Stop that right now, you hear me? There’s no way you could hurt me. Now, take off your fuckin’ jeans and panties and put your pussy on my face.” You hastily get out of your jeans and panties, tossing them over by the corner and Joel wiped his face in complete awe, your curves on full display for him to scan over closely. “I can almost taste you already baby doll, fuck.” Joel rips off his shirt and lays on the couch, resting his head right on the arm rest. “Climb up here and get comfy, darlin’. I’m not stoppin’ until you’re beggin’ me to stop.” He pats the cushion on the side of his head and grins like he won the lottery and to him he did. He was about to have his way with you and tear you apart. You crawl over to the couch and kiss his side, making your way up his chest messily and to his lips, his firm hands grabbing your round face to hold you closer. “Cmon now I’m not gettin’ any younger and I’m starvin.” He growls and yanks you from the floor, giving your ass a good smack, feeling it jiggle under his hand. With his help you climb up and hover over his face, nervous to rest your full weight on him. His strong arms wrap around your thick thighs and pull you down onto him, his lips connecting to your clit instantly. His tongue licked up your juices and twirled circles around your bud, his eyes shutting in bliss. Your fingers tugged at the salt and peppered hair under you and your back arched deeply, moaning his name breathlessly. “Joel oh my god, fuck that’s so damn good, don’t stop.” Reaching behind your back, you unclasped your bra and ditched his shirt, letting your breasts fall from the fabric and into your hands. He was humming under you as he moved his face from side to side, still licking and sucking on your clit. Your hips move back and forth on his face, his grip tightening around your thighs, bringing out your whimpers from deep inside you. “Atta girl, ride my face like that.” His words vibrate against your pussy and you grind against his face faster, just on the brink of cumming. Before you could let go on his face, he pulled you down off the back of the couch and took off his pants and boxers, bending you over the armrest of the couch his head was just on. Joel’s hand collides with your plump ass once more before he spreads your cheeks apart, burying his cock inside your hole with a throaty groan. You cry out his name and hang your head, his hands coming around and grabbing handfuls of your breasts. He squeezes tightly as he begins to thrust in and out, moaning how good you feel wrapped around him. Joel pushes down on the middle of your back and runs his hand up your side, “Bet you like that huh, my cock deep inside you poundin’ away so hard it makes you think about nothin’ but my hips smackin’ against your perfect ass.” He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and groans out your name once more. “Fuck yeah I do, baby. I love the way you tear me up from the inside out and make me so dick dumb and fucked out, all that’s on my mind is being a slut for you.” Your filthy mouth gets him going once more, drawing out more moans from him than before. His arms wrap around your soft tummy and flip you over, laying you down gently on your back against the couch cushions. You reach down and grab his cock, shoving it deep inside you once more so he can start fucking you again. Joel smirks at your eagerness and licks his lips quickly just at the mere sight of you shoving yourself full of his cock.

“Such an eager lil thing huh? Can’t wait a few seconds f’me to do it, you gotta do it yourself?” “I love the way you feel inside me Joel, can’t get enough of you. Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Joel’s warm hand presses down on your velvety abdomen, keeping you right where he wanted you. He leans down and presses his face against your supple breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple while he thrusts harder inside you, trying to get you to beg for him to slow down. His free hand moves to your other nipple and pinches it a few times before grabbing the entire pillowy breast, squishing it in his hand. “Fuck- bunny I’m not gonna last much longer, not with your body lookin’ so damn good the way it does. You’re squeezin’ around my cock and you know that drives me up the fuckin’ wall.” He grunts against the shell of your ear and nuzzles his face into your neck, his hair brushing against your cheek. As your face contorts with pleasure, you can feel yourself about to cum all over his cock. “Yeahhh jus’ like that for me sweet girl, cum on daddy’s cock like a good girl, I can feel it. Jus’ let go all over me baby.” He pants into your neck and grabs your hair as your legs shake, cumming all over him. Your screams of his name and curse words echo throughout the living room and you swear your neighbors could hear you loud and clear. Joel’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, indicating he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sitting up slowly, he pulls out from your tight entrance and cums all over your tummy, groaning everything under the sun that he could think of. As he milked himself empty on you, you giggled at the pool of cum dribbling down your sides. Joel throws his head back trying to catch his breath as he sits down in the seat next to you, his eyes still closed from the euphoria of unloading all over his girl. “Jus’ give me a second and I’ll get a rag to clean you up and getcha some water baby. Fuck, you are somethin’ else.” he joked and kissed the top of your hand tiredly.

[alexthetrashyracoon]

i desperately need a tf141 beach day episode.

What comes next? A firework episode? A sick episode? The manly males of the masculine franchise Call of Duty becoming members of a 2006 Shojo Anime?

You got it.

CW// Bad attempts at humor, don’t take anything serious, the big boys deserve a break and so do you. Drink water, stay hydrated, eat your favorite snack and pat your pets like I do all the time. Plus, whatever happened in Canon universe, stays in Canon Universe, this is a happy family.

And I hope this was what you meant, just plain old TF141. Not TF141 + Reader. Now I’m having a crisis, not wanting to disappoint :(

Wordcount: 905 Words

A Day at the Beach means a Day away from Base

“That’s it, boys. You need a break.”

If anything Kate was as thick headed and stubborn as a mule, there wasn’t much that could move her from a position she took.

“No, Kate. What we need is finding Makarov and hanging this fucker from the ceiling. He almost killed Soap. I’m not letting this maniac walk around…” Price started, hands still firmly planted on the table where various files about Makarov and his associates were scattered around, before getting cut off by a sharp glance coming from Kate.

Sometimes he wanted to strangle the woman with bare hands.

“It’s a bit like Mom and Dad fighting.” Gaz whispered between Soap and Ghost. “Just missing the bloody popcorn.” He got elbowed by Ghost for that, Gaz knew he deserved it.

“Vacation. Now. MacTavish almost, almost died. This should be enough to give you a reason to start with fresh eyes, which you can’t if you’re as tense as you bunch are right now. Just a few days. A week at max, I’ll keep the operation going, we’ve got enough eyes and ears on the ground and the air… we’ll find Makarov but not if you can’t see the woods for the trees.“

A week later Price sat by the back porch of a small bungalow at the beachside of the Netherlands. It wasn’t like this American movie beaches but damn, it was nice to stretch out his legs, sip his, to be honest very sucky, tea and listen to the annoying screams of the seagulls over their heads.

“Kate was…” Ghost started but got cut off by Prices’ hand in his face.

“Don’t say it.”

“Kate was right.” Ghost snorted and stepped onto the fresh grass, it had rained the night prior and Ghost was barefoot.

A moment later Soap and Gaz sprint out of the bungalow, both dressed in swim shorts, Soap with a water gun in his hands and Gaz carrying a big floaty, both of them looking proud as peacocks. “You two stay where you are. I won’t let any of you madmen out of my sight after last time.” Price reminded them, making them stop in their tracks.

An hour they still sit by the bungalow, this time huddled under the tarp as heavy rain fell down, again. “We could have been swimming in the damn ocean for at least an hour by now!” Soap complained while gripping his mug of coffee. Not even a moment later there is lightning cutting through the sky.

“You would be grilled if you got hit by lightning while swimming in the ocean, Johnny.” Ghost reminded him while watching the rain fall.

For the next three days it was a constant battle between simple rain and heavy storms outside the bungalow.

“Wasn’t this vacation supposed to relax us?” Gaz asked from his spot on the couch, some stupid cartoon running as a background noise. “I am everything but relaxed!”

They had been scooped up for most of the vacation now. It wasn’t any different to when they were out of deployment, just that here they aren’t in the danger of getting shot at. One plus point.

“Blame Laswell.” Price called from the bathroom. “If she hadn’t make us go on a damn vacation we could be back at home, hunting down Makarov and…”

“Sun’s out, clouds are gone. Move your damn asses mates, we gonna drown in the open sea.” Ghost called and pushed the sliding doors open. Within seconds they all had changed.

This was probably the last chance they got to actually relax at the sea, and even if the window for that kind of good weather was a small one, they would use even the smallest chance.

So an hour later Ghost lays on a towel, Price sitting next to him, nursing a bottle of Heineken while keeping an eye on Gaz and Soap who have a water fight with a group of other tourists. And they were pathetically losing right now.

“Sometimes I wonder how they grew up and why they are still alive?” Price snorted between two sips of beer.

“Not everyone can be grumpy assholes like us two when they grow up.” Ghost joked and propped himself up on his elbows, watching Soap getting dunked by Gaz, who in return gets hit with a shot from a water gun.

They clank their bottles against each other while watching Soap and Gaz race through the water, diving under water for a moment or two until the sun started to settle slowly at the horizon and the two Sergeant crawled out of the water and hiding under their towels at the spot on the beach.

“It’s fucking peaceful.” Gaz said after a moment of drying himself and removing algae from his hair, throwing it away and leaned back on his hands.

The sky turned orange, pink and yellow as the sun set, slowly disappearing behind the line of water.

“That’s what Kate had been talking about when she threw us onto this vacation.” Price said as he handed out fresh bottles of beer.

This night they returned real late to their bungalow, enjoying the cloud free sky full of stars over their heads.

A few weeks later a single picture frame decorated Prices office, showing Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz, all grinning into the cheap camera they had brought for their vacation. A bunch of great memories were made in those few days.

Please don’t hesitate to send in more requests <:

[totaldramaweb]

ALEJANDRO BURROMUERTO CASUAL HC'S.

• he tans weekly on the family's tanning machine (in a speedo, yes). twice a week on winter since he gets paler on cold.

• he always smells like cologne. even sweating, he stills smells very dense. he's always re-applying deodorant/perfume.

• used to shave his whole body with laser at the spa. after the volcano incident, he didn't grow body hair for a long time, so when It grew back he just let himself become hairy (only bodily).

• had a lot of hiperfixations growing up. he didn't quite have any friends so he used most of his time obsessed on a certain activity until he reached perfection, then dropped it to hop on another.

• he prefers reptiles over dogs or cats. but he likes dogs tho, he claims they are loyal and follow blindly.

• José lost one of his pets, never had any other due fear, yet he dreams of having a snake.

• he is a terrible joker. he can do a lot of things but joking is not one of them. he only remembers some jokes of his dad's comedy book he readed back on his childhood.

• he's a great cooker. he always made his mom company when she cooked dinner, he learnt from her.

• he has a guilty pleasure on writting, mainly poetry, and he's great at it. he actually takes It seriously and treat other themes beyond romance or clichés, perhaps even has a diary of his writings.

• he doesnt like movies because he claims he "doesnt have time for them" (canon on his tdwt blog introduction) but this actually raised among his dad telling him that, claiming he should use his time for better like studying or getting better at something. plus, everytime he wanted to see one, José would push him from the TV and take It for himself.

• he actually rarely has genuine fun. the only fun he gets is usually from his recreational activities, and even so, he concentrates more on being perfect on them rather than enjoy. and he does a lot, maybe to avoid being alone with his thoughts for too long before they overwhelm him.

• has photographic memory, and it's very good at remembering faces and places.

• he did just judge his babysitters until tears only to get some attention from his parents. he didn't want to be taken care of, he wanted to prove he's able to take care of himself, like José who didn't need one. he also just wanted to be looked at by them, to spend time with his parents instead of old ladies and annoying teens.

• they speak full spanish at home, he took english lessons since his first years, but didn't really used it until he moved to Canada.

• due his dad being a diplomat, he lived his first years on Spain before finding himself moving from country to country. Like Peru, Dominican Republic, Mexico, Japan, and many more until Canada. His dad worked at the embajadas of Spain in many countrys doing comercy deals between countrys and etc, he had to stay for long times in such countrys and his kids and wife following along wherever the head of the family went. Alejandro had a hard time doing friends on his new schools, eventually all the changes and the mindset he grew leaded him to be who he is, remaining friends is still a hard duty for him. He learnt that everyone leaves and due that he could at least get what he wants from them and It wouldn't be that wrong, he always dissappear from peoples lives and it's something he can't control. Hello, Drama Machine...

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[nutal]

What are some of your head canons for Adam and Lute?

omg this is a GREAT question anon thank you so much for this mwahahahah 😈 OK ANYWAY BUCKLE UP

- They both have some sort of act they put on but in two entirely different ways, for Lute it’s a cold, untouchable front, and for Adam it’s an overly confident, boastful attitude. When the two really start connecting with each other intimately, those walls slowly start to come down and they kind of go hand in hand. Adam would probably be pretty insecure underneath all of his narcissism due to the fear of being left behind, and Lute would likely let her coldness dissipate in the face of something like that. And after one of those heart-to-hearts Adam probably would say something like “…yeah, but don’t get the wrong idea or anything cuz I still totally rock babe HAH.”

- Adam probably wakes Lute up in the middle of the night to talk about some REALLY stupid bs but Lute will listen regardless of what time it is in admiration of her dumbass boyfriend. <3

- Whenever Adam is trying to make a point about something while just casually rambling on about whatever, sometimes he’ll just stop and say “I mean, c’mon, you agree with me Lute right? RIGHT?”

- Adam uses pet names 24/7 and Lute simply does not care to use them at all but she enjoys it when Adam does, even if his ideas of pet names can get a little odd sometimes. Like wtf is “dangertits” LMAOO

- You can tell Lute is really being vulnerable in front of Adam when she starts calling him by his actual name instead of “Sir.” *cough cough* that one episode 8 scene☹️. As much as Adam doesn’t want to admit it, that shit hits him pretty hard.

- In an AU where these two are living as normal human beings on Earth, Adam brings Lute to every rock festival/concert imaginable and he would absolutely geek out about every single band that came on stage to her. “LUTE ITS FUCKING SLAYER BITCH!!! HOLY SHIT!! THE SLAYER THAT MADE REIGN IN BLOOD, HELLOOO?” Lute enjoys each second of it.

- Talking about what canonically happened for a second (even though I’m still in denial), after Adam’s death, Lute sometimes visits his room, tending to it as she feels morally wrong leaving it alone to be and damaged and decayed by time. Plus, it’s a duty that all of Heaven’s quarters be kept maintained as to keep a good image. One day, Lute accidentally stumbles upon a dusted mixtape Adam had on one of his shelves, with a note attached to it saying, “For my awesome lieutenant after we kick ass at extermination”, and yet, he never got the chance to give it to her.

SORRY GUYS I HAD TO WITH THAT LAST ONE MY FAULT GANG ADAM IS DEFINITELY TOTALLY ALIVE! HAHA… ok anyways hoped u guys enjoyed this cuz i would love to make more in the future

I LOVE GUITARSPEAR/GUARDROCK/GUITARSWORD! THEY STAY WINNING!! 🎸⚔️

[jadedvibes]

Promises

Summary: You’ve been arranged to marry someone else, but with only one night left before Bucky redeploys, you decide to make a few memories you know you'll never forget.

Pairing: Soft Dark 1940s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, loss of virginity, corruption kink, slight dub-con, a little sub!bucky, innocent!reader, arranged marriage plans, swearing, pet names, fluffy feels, angst, manipulation, dark!bucky, 1940’s au.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hi @mickeyhenrys, I am your secret santa! 🎅❤️ Hope you enjoy this soft dark fic that incorporates a Christmas Party/Mistletoe to fit my prompts🎄And a big thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for coordinating this Tis the Season to be Thot-y challenge!

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

The annual Hodge Christmas Eve party was always all the rage, the whole neighborhood vied for an invitation to attend the grandiose and lively gathering. Your family had always wanted to attend, and this year was particularly special because an agreement had been made and an invitation was extended. 

The families spoke and you were promised to marry Gilmore Hodge, the son of the town's most successful businessman. Your father was ecstatic that Gilmore’s parents agreed because he knew you’d be well taken care of for the rest of your life. The Hodges’ were happy with the arrangement because your reputation was exactly what they wanted for their son. Your mother taught you the ways of proper homemaking, ensuring you had every domestic duty down perfectly. Together with that, you were obedient and lovely, but most importantly you were chaste. The ideal package for a favorable young man. 

After spending some time being excessively primped by your mother to look your best for your future family, and finally putting on your prettiest white dress, you were ready to go. This was what you had to do, it was your duty as a daughter, and defiance wasn’t your strong suit. Plus Gilmore was a hero, after returning home from the war he had earned even more respect than his great family name afforded him — he was an exemplary suitor. You would learn to care for him in time. 

However, the engagement had yet to occur, and your families had only just completed their negotiations. The party gave you and your parents the opportunity to see what the Hodge family was like up close; although it didn’t weigh very much in terms of what was already decided. You were told that you were extremely fortunate to be chosen for their beloved son. There was a line a mile long to even be considered for him, but you were the kindest and the purest of them all —it could only be you.

So you were going to put on a big smile and spend the evening rubbing elbows with the high class folks Gilmore’s family socialized with, because it was your responsibility.

The main thing that had you actually excited about going to the party was that you knew your wonderful old friend Bucky Barnes would be making an appearance. Throughout the years you had kept in touch through letters, and he recently wrote to you letting you know that he’d be there; saying he knew Gilmore from his time in the service, and that he was looking forward to seeing you. 

As a kid you always had the biggest crush on the guy because he was so effortlessly charming yet still adorably nerdy, the perfect combination. He was a constant in your life, and you weren’t willing to give him up, so regular letters helped keep you tethered together despite the distance. Somehow through every candid letter you felt yourself grow closer to Bucky, even closer than you were when he was still back home. His honesty, his vulnerability, his hope to see you again — it made you cherish him all the more.

Your mother knew about your elation over seeing him, especially given his valiant return from the war as well, but she urged you to be coy and downplay your enthusiasm. She didn’t want you to upset anyone in a way that could thwart her plans for your future. 

Bucky had a good reputation growing up, and your parents took no issue with you having him as a friend. But that’s all it was ever allowed to be.

While you secretly wished for a different reality, you couldn’t help but feel euphoric about at least getting to spend some time with Bucky, the sweet guy you always wished your parents took an interest in. Nevertheless, it couldn’t happen, he didn’t come from enough according to your father. It didn’t matter that he was smart, and kind, and everything you ever wanted. 

None of it mattered. Bucky would deploy again soon, so you had to have a memorable last night in his company. You didn’t understand how returning to the war worked, but that’s what he wrote in his last letter. The two of you would only have this one night to see each other.

Upon arrival at the party you made your greetings with the Hodge family, graciously speaking to them and then eventually Gilmore, who already had a couple girls vying for his attention. He was polite, but cared far more about returning to his little raving fan club. You couldn’t blame them, not everyone knew about your arrangement and he did look nice in his uniform. The snub stung a little, but you figured things would be different once you were married. 

Sitting with your mother by a warm roaring fireplace, you spoke to some other women that had arrived with their families. Chatter was lively, with beautiful jazz ballads drifting throughout the grand property; setting the ambience just right. There was a good reason everyone wanted to attend this party, the food was delicious, the decorations along with the christmas tree extravagant, and the company among the best known in Brooklyn. 

Your body buzzed with excitement and anticipation, knowing that any minute Bucky would arrive. Trying to stay calm, you focused on socializing to distract yourself, but it didn’t help. It had been so long since you’d seen him, your heart didn’t know how to play it cool. 

However, all that anxiety dissipated the moment he stepped in the room, his eyes immediately finding yours; you felt yourself and the energy calm around you — it was only you and him. 

Minding your manners you gave him a cordial nod before excusing yourself and seeking out a more quiet place to greet him. You smiled politely at the guests you passed as you made your way towards a quiet secluded hallway, all the while knowing you wouldn’t be alone for long. 

Bucky smirked, stepping into the empty corridor, away from prying eyes and the loud music. “Didn’t want to talk to me out there with everyone else, doll?” 

Finally seeing him for the first time in years, you dropped your proper facade and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him. “Didn’t want to share is all,” you breathed, squeezing him tight. He held onto you with equal ardor, before you finally pulled back to get a good look at him. 

You’d only known from his letter that he’d make an appearance at the party, you hadn’t heard his voice or seen him in the flesh for far too long. He still looked like the sweet boy you always adored, but something about him seemed different. His aura didn’t feel as light as you once remembered it to be, but perhaps you were imagining things. Given all that he’d been through you could understand if some things changed. 

But then he spoke and you remembered that he was still your Bucky.

“I missed you so much,” he cupped the sides of your face and smiled broadly. “You’ve gotten even more beautiful, doll. Didn’t know that was possible.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his kind words. Shaking your head you smiled shyly before taking him in some more. He looked so handsome in his dress uniform, a touch more mature and muscular too — but still your Bucky. “How have you been?” you beamed.

“I’m alright, happy I get to see you,” he trailed his fingers down your arms before finally holding your hands in his. 

“Can you stay long?” 

Bucky shook his head. “No, I have to get back and get ready to ship out bright and early tomorrow.” 

“Oh,” you breathed, disappointment running across your features before you remembered to put on a brave face. If time was that limited then you’d make sure every moment was a positive one. 

He brought up a hand and traced his thumb over your cheekbone softly, dark blue eyes admiring you. “Glad I got to see you and say goodbye,” he gave you a small smile before stepping back and putting his hands behind his back, subtly distancing himself from you. He couldn’t get too close, he knew about the arrangement you had with Gilmore. 

You furrowed your brows at his stiffness, things weren’t like this before. “We’ve barely even caught up, what’s the rush? Who knows how long it’ll be this time.” Or if he’d even return. 

“I can’t, doll.” Bucky knew he shouldn’t be alone with you, yet he also knew for certain that he couldn’t go on knowing that soon you’d belong to someone else. 

“C’mon Sarge, you’ve gotta give me something to remember you by,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. “I can think of one thing that I could give you before some USO girl gets her hands on you,” you grabbed his hand and led him down a quiet hallway. Mrs. Hodge had given you the grand tour, and you knew your way around already. Her attention to detail with decorations throughout the home was commendable, just as her hospitality. 

“What is it?” he smirked, disregarding the quip. The USO girl’s always paled in comparison to you. There wouldn't be another, there would only be you. 

You tilted your head up at the mistletoe tied with a red bow hanging above the door you’d tugged him towards before meeting his gaze. 

Bucky peeked up before shaking his head at you with a mischievous smile. You weren’t making this easy, so he finally committed to his decision. He’d been tinkering with holding back, but there you were under the soft light, looking so gorgeous in your white chiffon dress. If he could only have this one night with you, he was going to take advantage of it. Stepping towards you, his hand loosely cupped the side of your face, before he leaned in close. “I can think of something more memorable than this, doll. But it’ll do for now,” he breathed against your lips. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest when his warm lips met yours. Certain and deliberate, making you gasp at his confidence. The grip on your face tightened before his lips parted, and suddenly his tongue was sliding along yours, expertly exploring your mouth. No man had ever kissed you like that. No fumbling or hesitancy, only desire in his actions. 

A soft moan slipped past your lips, breaking you out of the impassioned trance you’d fallen under with Bucky, reminding you that you were at a lively Christmas party. If someone had stumbled over and seen that little display of public affection they would inevitably gossip about you; leading to major consequences if your parents or worse, if the Hodge’s heard about it. 

“I have to go,” you whispered, stepping towards him to get away. 

“Why?” his hands found your waist, keeping you trussed up against the door. 

Your fingertips rose to touch your lips, still tingling because of him. “Bucky, they can’t see us like that. It– it was a bad idea.” You’d never been kissed with such passion and it made you feel things. Things you knew you shouldn’t for a man you weren't promised to — even if he was the only man you ever wanted a future with. 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

“Bucky.”

“What happened to ‘Sarge’?” He raised an eyebrow, his hands slowly wrapping around your body. “Thought you might give me an order or two, using my rank and all,” he grinned. 

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You know we shouldn’t, you know I’m–“

“I know about the arrangement, doll. I know that soon you’ll be married. But I also know that I’m leaving tomorrow and I might not make it back,” he looked at you solemnly.

“Oh, Bucky,” you frowned. “I know. I wish I knew what to say. Is there any way I can make this last night a good one for you?” you asked with hopeful eyes. 

His eyes darkened, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I can think of a few ways.”

“Like what?” you tilted your head.

“We can start with you giving me an order,” he quirked an eyebrow. 

Taking a quick peek around to make sure you were alone, you placed your arms around his neck once you ensured the coast was clear. “Are you good at taking orders, Sarge?” you asked sweetly. Maybe you could get him to give you a couple more of those kisses that made you tingle. 

“Wanna find out?” he nodded towards the door. 

“You wanna go in there?” your eyes darted around. You’d never been in this kind of situation, unsupervised no less. It was unlikely anyone would notice you were missing for long, but the uncertainty of what might happen if you were alone with him made you nervous. 

He shrugged with a lopsided grin, it’d have to do for now. You deserved far better than a rushed hookup, and one day he’d give it to you. But on this special night in your company, he had to improvise. 

Biting your lip, you nodded your head before turning around as he opened the door into the small room. 

“This can be our little secret,” he suggested as he followed in after you. 

Secrets were good, no one had to know, this would be okay. 

Butterflies were in your stomach, your heartbeat erratically thumping in your chest, but then his familiar blue eyes were on you, and your apprehension slowly melted away. You trusted him with your life, you always could, and if tonight was the last night you had with him, then it ought to be an unforgettable one. 

“I’d like that,” you hesitantly tugged at his lapel, bringing his lips back to yours. His hands drifted down your body, tightening the hold as they finally settled on your hips. The chatter down the hall, the music drifting through the house, it all faded away. Tongues tangled, bodies pressing up against one another. Nothing but the present moment filled your senses; a moment years in the making. It was always supposed to be Bucky, at least for the first time. 

Bucky sure knew how to kiss a girl speechless. When his hands drifted around and a little lower, you were too caught up to protest, not that you really would anyways. Swiftly he tugged you even closer, hands possessively on your ass, his hardened length pressed against your torso. 

The sudden shock of it all made you gasp against his lips. This was wrong, and deep down you knew that. But you’d never been embraced like this, never felt wanted in this way, and surely letting him have his way with you would give you both something to remember once he was gone. This was all you’d ever have with Bucky, may as well make the most of it. 

When his lips trailed down your throat, when his hands deftly unzipped your dress and when he undid your bra, you couldn’t utter a protest. As your dress pooled at your feet you felt embarrassed for a moment, wanting to cover up; that was until you saw the way Bucky looked at you. Longing paired with a pleased grin on his lips. 

You wanted to make him feel good, if only once.

“You sure are gorgeous, doll,” he groaned, tracing his lips down your neck, dipping his tongue over your breast. “Sure wanna make you mine,” he whispered before latching onto your nipple. 

“Please,” you whined, pleasure rushing to your core in an unfamiliar way simply by his touch. You weren’t really sure what you wanted, you only knew that you needed him to give it to you. Threading a hand through his hair, you held him close as he lavished your breasts with his warm lips. 

With his eyes steadily fixated on yours he stood to his full height, unbuttoned his jacket and slowly sank to his knees. 

“Do you mean it?” He gently kissed up your thighs.

You didn’t know what he was asking, but in that moment there was only one answer to any question. “Yes,” you whispered. 

Bucky leaned toward your clothed core, hands wrapping around your thighs. “Say you want me to make you mine, doll.”

The smallest touch sent shivers down your spine, the way his large hands felt against your skin, the way his warm breath felt through your thin panties. You were his to do as he pleased. 

“Make me yours, Buck–” you gasped as he tore through the fine material of your underwear. Heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. His tongue slipping between your wet folds. He thought he wanted one night without having to give or take any serious orders. Although this was one he was happy to oblige. He’d gladly make you his, entirely his. 

“Oh, god,” you cried, arching against his mouth. Him and his soft, warm tongue were going to be the end of you. 

His tongue gently stroked up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, before two fingers suddenly slid inside your tight hole. This was so foreign, and so wrong, yet you couldn’t find the words to make him stop; because they didn’t exist in your mind, and you didn’t want him to. 

He fucked you with his fingers, building slow to start then alternating with his tongue. Your mind was in a haze, you couldn’t fathom how Bucky knew how to do this. But there he was, looking up at you, continuing his sweet torture with a possessed look in his eyes. 

He wanted to watch you fall apart, he needed to be the first to see that. Your innocence was something he desperately wanted to sully and he’d thought about it more often than he’d care to admit. Getting the chance to ruin you. Some nights it was the only thing that gave him the determination to make it back home. 

Your mouth fell open when he picked up his pace, moving more roughly, and you couldn’t stifle the cry that slipped past your lips. 

��Might wanna keep it down, wouldn’t want word to get back to your boyfriend now do ya, doll?” he groaned against your pussy, returning to his task, lips latching onto your aching bud while his fingers pumped into you.  

“He’s not my boyf–” you sharply inhaled as he harshly sucked your clit. Throwing your head back, you moaned as you felt your pulse throb through your body. Heat washed over you as Bucky worked you through your orgasm. The sight of you falling apart above him was an image he would never forget. He’d caused that, and he needed to see it again. 

Before you could make a sound again he was up and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans as he slowly finished you off with his fingers. 

“You sure are a beautiful thing,” he rasped, grabbing the back of your neck as he kissed you ardently. Through hazy eyes you watched as he finally pulled his soaked fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Bucky,” you whimpered. “We should– it’s probably time that we head ba–” 

“Can I make love to you, doll?” His mouth cut you off, a tender kiss that let you taste your arousal on his lips. Heady and intoxicating. 

“Please?” he pleaded. “I might never get the chance, and well — you know how I feel about you.” 

Through countless letters and years of memories, you truly knew exactly how he felt about you. 

The least you could do was give your dear friend this final gift. He came back from the violent war once, and the odds of him finding that luck again would be even more slim. He deserved everything you had to offer.

“Okay,” you nodded your head. “Please be gentle.” 

“Is that an order?” he teased, smiling softly. Grabbing your hand he led you to the small bed in the corner of the room. “I’ll take care of you, promise.” Bucky swiftly undressed leaving him in just his dog tags, his eyes glazed with lust as they took in your body. This was real, you were there, you were his. 

Your eyes roamed over his broad chest, his chiseled abs, but then you stuttered a breath when you saw his hard thick cock. Oh god. It wouldn’t fit, there was no way. 

Before you could protest, his hypnotic blue eyes locked with yours, and you were under his spell. Your eyes lingered on each other's as the air became electric. He could do whatever he wanted, you trusted him. 

“Just relax,” he whispered. Laying you down, he softly peppered your neck with kisses as his fingers ran through your folds. You were plenty wet, but he didn’t want to hurt you. Mesmerized by the way you looked up at him so wide-eyed and beautiful, his eyes searched yours as he tried to ease his way into you, but he was met with resistance. 

“Take a deep breath, doll.” Circling his hips he worked on loosening you up, while you focused on your breathing, and then he slowly slipped further into your tight pussy. A groan escaped his lips once he finally bottomed out inside of you. Fucking exquisite. 

The intense pressure in your core was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, the feeling so different you didn’t know how to comprehend it. But there was no time to think, because suddenly Bucky was making love to you with gradual measured pumps. The sensation felt overwhelming yet more addicting with each passing moment. Your mouth fell open, and you opened your legs wider, experimentally trying to match his thrusts with your hips — that made it feel even better. He was so deep, so thick, you felt every inch of him as he moved in and out of you. 

He treated you with reverence, but with each stroke you felt yourself grow needier. Burning desire like a fire slowly building up in your belly. “H-harder,” you breathed, slapping a hand over your mouth before another moan could escape. 

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky mumbled, picking up his pace. That was another order he’d dutifully obey. He grabbed your knee and bent it up, hitting you hard in a spot that had you seeing stars. 

“S’ good, Buck,” you blubbered. No wonder this was a sin, nothing moral or right could ever feel this good. 

Bucky’s breath stuttered as he watched you; lust-blown pupils and messy lipstick, his pretty innocent girl utterly debauched all thanks to him. He captured the moment in his mind, burning it in his memory. Worshiping you, devouring you, ravaging the woman he dreamed so many nights about. He could never forget this. 

Tender lovemaking quickly turned brutal as he rutted into you roughly over and over, his face buried in your neck to quiet his own moans. 

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you let him get lost in pleasure; he was loving it, and you were grateful you could give this to him. Warmth started to rise up your body again, the coil in your belly tightening with each sharp thrust. 

“I wanna know what you feel like when you come around me, doll. I need it,” he groaned, pressing his lips to yours while his fingers swirled your needy bud. And like an order your body spasmed at his command. Bucky quickly placed a hand over your mouth to silence the sound you were on the cusp of letting out. 

Even though you knew this was improper, morality didn’t deter the way you responded to his strong thrusts, shuddering hard as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

“Bucky,” you mumbled, suddenly frantic with fear over what you’d done. He removed his hand and kissed you, silently reassuring you that this was good. He was right for you, just as you undoubtedly were right for him. 

“Shh it’s okay, sugar. I’m here.” He muttered your name as he came, relishing in the way your wet walls rippled around him. Everything he could have ever wanted. In the house of the man you were planning to marry, he felt bliss, love, and euphoria as he poured himself inside of you. 

Collapsing beside you, he calmed his breathing as you did the same. Both of you trying to process what this meant. You hoped this was enough for him, you gave him every bit of yourself, every last piece. Surely it had to be. 

But in his mind this was only the beginning. 

“I’m going to miss you, Bucky,” you laid your head on his chest, finally back down from your high. 

He gently stroked your face with the back of his hand. “Oh don’t worry about that, you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” 

You furrowed your brows and propped yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him. “What do you mean?” 

He placed his hand around the back of your neck. “You’re mine now, I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to tell your father that Gilmore's out, and I’m in.” 

“Bucky, I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a soft smile. “That’s who my parents have chosen for me.” Sadly, it wasn’t up for debate. 

“You’re going to tell them it's me, or I’m going to tell them what we did. All the things you let me do, how much you loved it,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now you wouldn't want that, would you?”

No, he wouldn’t. If anyone knew about this your reputation would be ruined, your family would be destroyed. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was not the man you always adored. 

“You lied to me.” The ugly realization that your fate was unwittingly sealed fully dawned on you. 

He didn’t bother trying to deny it. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take good care of you, I promise,” he smiled. “Get dressed, we have a tough conversation to attend to.” 

“Bucky, I–”

“You trust me don’t you?” He tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his dark gaze. 

Not anymore. Hesitantly, you nodded your head. There was nothing more you could do.  

He gave you a saccharine smile. “You told me to make you mine, and that’s what I did. Now c’mon we have a beautiful future to begin, and maybe we can fit in a dance before I take you home; well what will be your home for a short while longer,” he chuckled. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wordlessly retrieved and redressed yourself in the wrinkled garments strewn across the room. Disgust overcame you, tarnishing the emotions behind what you thought would be a beautiful memory you’d always cherish. 

Turns out your best friend wasn’t deploying and you belonged to him now. By some miracle, or more accurately some misfortune, he made it back home — and you were the reward for all his hard work. The violence and destruction he witnessed and took part in changed him, more than you could tell at first glance. 

You thought offering him your innocence before redeployment would be a sweet consolation prize. Never did you imagine your new reality, becoming Sergeant Barnes’ most prized possession. 

[frogchiro]

Thinking thoughts abt capitanos wifey who knows exactly what she does to childe. She keeps pushing his buttons just to see how long it'll take him to just jump her. All it takes is a well timed pet name, an innocent touch, or the tiniest bit of praise to get him all hard and horny :( Even though he can hardly hide his raging boner he tries anyway, not that it escapes her attention ofc, but he doesn't have to know that. Just capitanos lil wifey who sees exactly what she does to poor childe and hides it under a mask of perfect innocence <3

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HELLO BEE! long time no see ;; and you're back with some delicious hot things <3

i had actually hinted it in the last works about horny gross childe and i was really curious if anyone noticed it. also i'm very sorry but i might have written a bit too much of my housewifey fantasy into this </3

f!reader, tiny bit of smut but not really? just a few mentions and generally childe being horny, reader is heavily implied to be chubby

the thing is, since you're literally the definition of cute fluffy darling wifey among all these big strong men, a literal lamb among wolves, so people generally either dismiss you or overlook you. sure they respect you as the wife of the general of the snezhnayan army, one of the most terrifying men in the world but you're still viewed as a harmless little thing, too oblivious for her own good.

and well, they're not entirely wrong. sure you're no fighter, you have no combat training in any way; your darling husband promised you on your wedding night as you two lied panting and gasping for air that your soft hands would never have to touch the rough handle of a weapon as long as he was standing, as it was his duty to protect you from any harm.

and yet they all seemed to overlook the little vixen that you are, all seemingly innocent smiles and doe eyed looks; and to be perfectly honest you were all of that. you didn't have a single malicious bone in your body and couldn't bring yourself to cause harm to anything. you liked the domestic feeling of baking and cooking and taking care of the mansion with the help of multiple servants and helpers who became your friends after their initial fear of you dissolved.

unfortunately your loving husband still had his duties and had to attend to them, that led to weeks of being parted from you and out in either the battlefield or on various missions assigned from Her Majesty and in such a big house it could get very lonely, various domestic distractions could distract you only so much...

luckily there still was childe! the cheeky 11th fatui harbinger, your husband's coworker and a royal pain in the ass, capitano's words not yours.

ever since he quite accidentally got introduced to you during a grand ball in zapolyarny palace that you and your husband attended he became a sort of constant in your life and you being basically the same age, plus your fondness for him made it definitely easier for you two to get along very well!

you found the puppy love he had for capitano to be quite adorable, often teasing your husband about his little admirer which the big man shrugged off with a low growl and a shake of his head. but as you spend more and more time together you quickly realized that this puppy love for your husband also extended over to you, and it wasn't a pure puppy love either.

suddenly everything made sense and clicked right into place; all of the fond looks for you two, the red cheeks and constant need to be in your general vicinity now made sense, the lovely ginger was in love with you and your hubby<3

you never brought it up with capitano in fear of what he'd possibly do to ajax and you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship and possibly put him in harms way so you kept that little secret to yourself although you suspected that your man already at least had the general idea of what was going on; maybe he wasn't the most charismatic but he was a clever man.

and well, since capitano wasn't here and wouldn't be for another two weeks, no one said you couldn't have some fun right~? the cold snezhnayan days were so lonely and how could you refuse childe hospitality when he showed up with a grin, covered in snow.

you insisted that he stay for a few days mostly out of worry for the man; his lips already turning blueish from the freezing cold, but a little part of you screamed at you to put your 'knowledge' for a test~

and so you invited childe into your household and let your imagination run a little wild. walking around in those fur-lined robes, they were warm but enticing in a primal kind of way and you could see the ginger man gulp but continue to stare at you as you innocently smiled and poured him more tea, making sure your boobs were perfectly on display for him to see.

also you noticed that calling him various pet names seemed to do the trick too, 'good boy' being his favorite judging by the insistent tent in his pants that he thought you wouldn't notice; if he wore a particular pair of soft pants you swore you could see a tiny wet patch start to form but you shyly averted your gaze.

or your all-time favorite, the 'accidental' touches and brushing up against him as you oh so innocently had to walk past him in the kitchen and it just so happened that your breasts had to be squeezed against his own chest for a second or unfortunately having to slip in front of him to help him with kneading the dough for the cake he was helping you make and grinding your ass against his cock, the feeling of having such a big thing jump to attention just from you lightly grinding up against him giving you a ego boost, only to be amplified by the low growl in his throat and the clenched fists as childe barely contained himself from grabbing you by your full hips and and fucking you right then and there in your kitchen.

you might be all nice and smiles but that doesn't mean you were that oblivious and seeing the ginger be so desperate for you and your dear husband you were sure you were going to have so much fun together <3

[writeandsurvive]

Ride or die ~ Alden Parker

This was supposed to be pure fluff (which it is), but before I know it, I'm writing soft smut lol. I'm not sorry about it.

Summary: Alden wants a new plant (yet another one)

Warnings: fluff, smut, established relationship, age gap (implied), sex on the couch, p in v, dominating!Alden, romantic!Alden, teasing, gentle banter, short!Reader (I, myself, being 155cm)

Going shopping with Alden is never a good idea. The house always ends up with a new plant. It doesn't matter what you're shopping for, in the first place. Or even if you go somewhere where there's no plants to buy. He always finds a way to worn you down, giving you his saddest puppy eyes and/or most charming smile. You kinda hate him for it.

"The greenhouse is full, Den. Wait for one of them to die."

"You know the goal is to keep them alive, right? Plus, it's a plant I don't have yet."

You do love how he's passionate about plants, that's actually one of the many things that made you fall in love with him. But what you don't like is having to take care of them when he gets caught up with work. He does his best to take care of them himself, especially after the second plant you killed, but being a federal agent asks a lot, and sometimes you find yourself on plant duty.

"And you know the patio was also supposed to be for me to paint, right?" You mimicked him.

"You still got space! One tiny plant won't change that." He took his eyes off the road for a second to look at you with a soft smile. You felt his hand on his thigh, squeezing.

"You're annoying." You rolled your eyes, and saw his soft smile turning into a proud grin. He knows he's winning, not that you could forbid him to buy a new plant anyways.

You take your phone from your pocket, to look at something. Alden pulls over his favorite store to get plants, and gets ready to leave the car when you grab his arm to stop him. "You changed your mind?" He starts showing off his puppy eyes.

You show him your screen, "He's cute, isn't he?"

He squints his eyes to look, and realizes you're showing him a picture of a cat. "No!" He says.

"You're getting a plant, I'm getting a cat."

"Babe, a cat will destroy the greenhouse! Eat my plants!"

You giggle, "I know!"

"You're mean." He pouts like a child. "If you want a pet, let's get a dog! A turtle! A bird!" His eyes go wild as he looks at you again, like he never thought about getting birds before.

"No! Absolutely not! No birds in the house!"

He growls. "Fine. But no cat either!"

"Then let's go home, before our groceries go bad."

Alden leans over to you, his puppy eyes locked on you. "Please," he whispers close to your ear, knowing it's your weakness. "You promised my old man you'd always make me happy." You laugh at that and he follows, knowing how ridiculous this is.

"I'm sure Roman would be on my side for this."

"He's always on your side! I'm starting to think he loves you more than me."

"Well, I wasn't a juvie."

"That's a cheap shot!" He pinches your thigh as a quick punishment, making you jump on your seat.

"Parker! It hurts!" You slap his arm.

"Indeed. So I'm getting a baby plant to make myself feel better." He kisses your lips, before nipping it and leaving the car. You love this man so much it hurts.

~

"You better help me put the groceries away before spending an hour finding a place for your plant."

"Yes ma'am." Alden always carries most of the groceries to the house, because he doesn't want you to carry too much, even though you perfectly can. You stopped arguing with him on that a long time ago though. "Focus on carrying my baby." He says handing you the plant.

"That's something you say to your pregnant wife. And I'm neither pregnant nor your wife." You walk away after an extra sway, without waiting for him, knowing he's grunting with a smile as you do.

You reach the apartment a moment before him, giving you time to hide the plant. He doesn't realize right away, as you both put the groceries away. Somehow, you always end up having to put stuff on the top shelf, despite your struggle to reach it. But you know Alden likes it. He enjoys the view as you tiptoe - especially when you're wearing barely nothing. And of course, he takes the opportunity to come behind you. His arm follows yours, his hand brushing as he grabs the box of cereal and puts it there. His other hand puts your hair away so he can kiss your neck. "Everytime." You smile and lean into him, angling your head to give him better access.

"Advantage of dating a pocket size woman." His arms wrap around you, one of his hands softly stroking your neck. You stretch your arms behind the both of you, so your hands can touch his magnificent hair, deserving a soft 'hmmm' from him.

"Are you sure you're okay with us not getting married?" He softly asks, kissing the top of your head.

"Yes, Alden." You turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I told you I'm fine, I understand why you don't want to get married again, and we don't need that to be in a committed relationship." You kiss him, and his hand comes to hold and stroke your cheek while the other holds you tight against him. As the kiss intensifies, you can feel a bulge in his pants and if his hand slid into your panties, he could feel how wet you are getting.

But before it can get really interesting, Alden pulls away with a smirk on his face and walks out of the kitchen. "You cannot be serious right now!" You shout at him and hear him laugh. But you don't say anything more, knowing he's coming back any second, asking about his plant. So you just walk over to the couch, grab your book from the coffee table and settle there.

About twenty seconds later, Alden is in front of you, hands on his hip. "Where is it?"

"Where what is, dear?" You ask, not looking up from your book, even though you're absolutely not reading.

"Where is my baby plant?"

"Probably the same place my orgasm is."

Before you know it, the book is being thrown away and you're being pinned onto the couch, your wonderful boyfriend on top of you. "I'm gonna give you that orgasm, but" he links your wrists together to put them above your head. "Those hands stay here. If I feel your fingers on me, I'll stop here and there."

"Bossy," you tease him, trying not to show how this is turning you on. You love it when Alden gets all dominating and controlling. It's something he discovered and developed with you, which makes it extra special. Like it's a part of him that belongs to you and you only. No one ever got to see him like this and hopefully no one ever will.

"You kiss me, I stop." He adds. "You come before I allow you, no orgasm for a week."

"That's not fair!" You whine.

"You whine again, and I stop. You talk back and I stop." He holds your face, "Are we clear?" You nod.

"Good girl."

You don't move as he undresses you just enough, before pulling his already hard cock out and pumping a few times. You'll never get tired of this, of him. He can act tough and controlling, but the man doesn't even need you to touch him to get an erection. This makes you feel powerful and you love it.

Alden starts rubbing his leaking tip against your clit, earning soft noises from you. He teases your pussy for what feels like forever. "You look fucking beautiful, losing your mind under me like this." All you want to do is beg him to fuck you, but scared it'd sound like a whine, you don't say anything but his name. "I've never loved my name more than when it comes out of your mouth." So you say it again, and again.

"Fuck me." You whisper.

"I'm not sure you deserve it." His cock is replaced by his thumb, that's moving extremely slowly. "Maybe I'll just jerk off on this pretty pussy, and get on with my day."

"Make me cum, and I'll tell you where the plant is."

"God, I hope you never get tortured." You immediately feel his thick cock sliding inside you, and you moan loudly. His body is completely on top of you now, he's pampering your face with kisses as he thrusts in and out of you. His eyes lock into yours and his arms crawl under yours and he intertwines his fingers with yours. "You were made for me, weren't you?"

"Yes, I was. Fuck Den, I'm close."

"Thank god cause I can't hold back much longer." He let go of one hand to rub your clit, making sure you're both cumming at the same time. You love how he allows himself to be loud as he milks deep inside you, this sends you over the edge and you match his volume.

After a few sex sessions when you started to date, you realized how he was forcing himself to be quiet when he reached his orgasm. You asked him about it and he confessed that he was told several times that he was too loud and it wasn't pleasant - mostly by his ex wife - so he forced himself to control his noises. Of course, you told him to never do that again with you and he hasn't since, especially when he noticed how much you loved it.

Alden lays on top of you, both catching your breath. He let go of your hands so you can hold him and stroke his back and hair. "You're my ride or die, baby." He confesses.

Ever since you had the marriage conversation, and he admitted not wanting to do it again, Alden has been making sure to let you know how committed he is, and how much he loves you, and that his decision has nothing to do with you.

"I know."

A few seconds later, he's looking at you, puzzled. "What?" You ask.

"I'm not your ride or die?"

You giggle but don't say anything. "You're annoying." He sits up, pulling his soft cock out of you, making a much bigger mess on the couch. You're quick to follow, grabbing his face and kissing him. "You're my ride or die, you crazy plant lover."

"The crazy part appeared because of you." He kissed you a little more. "Now, where is it?"

You laugh and tell him. You thought he was leaving you like this, but of course he comes back with his plant and a towel for you. "And just like that, I've been replaced." You roll your eyes.

"Be glad it's not with a younger woman--"

"If you pick someone younger, it'd be illegal, Mr Federal Agent."

As you called it, it took him about an hour to rearrange the greenhouse just to find the perfect spot for his new plant. An hour you spent on the leather couch in the greenhouse, switching between reading your book and looking at your handsome man. "Come." He extends his hand to you, so you take it and follow him to where the plant is now installed. "Name it." He says, hugging you from behind.

"Why me? It's your plant."

"Do you know what exactly it is?"

"Of course not, Alden."

He chuckles. "It's a Peacelily. It'll bloom into a beautiful white flower. And it's known to remove harmful toxins from the air."

"oh, really? That's nice!" You look closer at the plant.

"I want you to name it cause it's yours. It's you." You turn around to face him, "So pure and beautiful, who takes all the negativity away whenever you're around."

You knew Alden was romantic and loving, but he was taking it to another level with this. You're close to tearing up as you hug and kiss him. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"You make my world better."

You kiss more and look at the plant again. "Bonnie."

"Bonnie?"

"Yeah, and maybe we could get a grumpy, older plant, put next to it and name it Clyde."

"I sense a subliminal message there but I'll ignore it."

You laugh and hug him tight.

[cebwrites]

they/them law word count: 0.5k

In place of "I love you", Law finds it easier at first to replace the words with compliments and pet names instead - "you're beautiful", "gorgeous", "darling" - it takes the weight off those three words while still holding the same sentiment; eventually Kirin figured out what they were trying to convey and could stop playing chicken with what they actually meant

They talked about it later, and now in the present Law conveys their feelings both ways - with more subtle methods casually, and actually saying I love you when they have a bit more privacy

Early on, Law used to call Kirin an idiot whenever he was doing something stupid - rightfully so, and it's not as though they've completely stopped now especially in front of other crews like the Strawhats or Kidd Pirates where they feel a sense of "toughness" needs to be maintained

But one day as a "joke", they called over to Kirin with a mocking curl of darling on their lips, expecting him to get huffy and start a potential round of banter; what Law got instead was a sudden flush to his cheeks and the slow realization of what they said dawning on their boyfriend's face, followed by a smile that was all too soft for the man they'd come to know Kirin as

With the shock of heat pooling in their ears as well, face hidden under the brim of their hat, how could Law simply go back to calling this affection-starved dumbass just their idiot

Kirin would all too easily shout to the high heavens how much he loved his partners, but for the sake of Law's embarrassment, he keeps it to much less flashy—but still all the more affectionate—methods like burying his face in the back of Law and Reiji's necks, mumbling his love first thing in the morning

It's unimpeded physical contact, always hanging around one or the other, Law especially since they often have to spend long months apart; dragging Law to an impromptu nap on the couch the moment their head hits his chest, making use of Reiji's thighs as his lap pillows the moment he puts his calligraphy out to dry

Kirin makes his love known physically and verbally, he's full with so much of it he's ready to blow, so it's up to his partners to make sure he doesn't very well pop with how much he cares for them

Reiji's love language comes out in lots of ways, but the easiest one would be his cooking - when steering duties are safely in the hands of another crew mate or they've dropped anchor for the night, he's making himself busy with their next meal or prepping the one after

He checks up on the captains, both his lover and metamour, makes sure they're getting enough rest, food, and play (sparring like feral animals, Kirin in particular getting into hijinks with other people, etc); Rio complains that he spoils those two way too much but Reiji's only all too happy to

Plus, whatever he gives, he's sure to be reciprocated with in kind ♡

[victorluvsalice]

-->Okay, that’s enough Build/Buy shenanigans – time to actually get the trio DOING stuff! Smiler got sent to the new barn basement to put away their nectar, clean the maker, then squash up some more grapes, while I told Alice to lick herself clean and finish up her delicate bracelet and Victor to clean up the pet poop on the back porch and then head upstairs to bed. XD After taking a moment to check the calendar (and to cancel the pop-up holiday “Neighborhood Brawl” as it just isn’t my scene), I checked in on Alice – she not only finished her bracelet at “excellent” quality, she also developed a Like for Gemology in the process! Right after pinching her finger working the wire, so you know she was serious. :p I got her a Crystal Charging Grid and put her new bracelet out there to charge (it has the crystal that reduces negative moodlets faster, so we want it charged up), then had her go and stop Shock from eating chicken feed. Fortunately, one scolding is all it took for Shock to finally learn that she shouldn’t eat trash, and she and Alice had an adorable bonding moment right afterward. Awwww~ It’s nice when the pets actually behave!

Anyway – after opening up the MySim capsule she picked up a couple of sessions ago (just another Chef Gino; I promptly sold it), I had Alice scavenge (she found a couple of common upgrade parts) then head to bed to top up her energy. Smiler, meanwhile, after finishing up their nectar, got put on “make mechanisms” duty for a bit because I’m still working toward that Servo, damn it. Once they were done with that, they fed Toothy the cowplant, repaired a broken water collector, recycled the resultant trash pile (plus some more wraith wax) and played with Shadow…

--->And then 5 AM rolled around, and the farm chores could begin in earnest! I woke Victor up to tend to his greenhouse – only to discover he had spoiled food in his inventory and instead sent him to take care of that (and clean out the fridge too while he was at it). Smiler, as usual, got put on chicken duty, spreading a little feed and cleaning the coop, while Alice got sent to harvest the prairie grass in Moory’s pen (finding a hematite crystal – the kind that makes your Sim functionally immortal when charged – and a bottle of energy nectar in the process; the latter went into the aging racks downstairs). Victor rewarded himself for a good clean-up job with a Minty Mocha cupcake breakfast, then I had him get in his “gardening” outfit and sent him into the greenhouse to plant some fresh oversized crops and tend the garden. Alice moved on from taking care of the prairie grass to taking care of Moory (the cow needed a thorough clean today), while Smiler did a quick sort of the trash (gotta get those recyclables) before heading back to the chickens to chat with them and gather the eggs (three normal ones, two hatchable ones – the latter got sold as I’m not interested in more chickens at the moment). I then had Smiler join Victor in the greenhouse to apply some super vitality fertilizer to the new oversized crops, while Alice cleaned out Moory’s shed –

-->And then, out by the recycle machine, transformed into a werewolf! Because it had been a little while since she hung out in Beast form, and I figured it was about time she did some werewolf stuff. Like marking her territory in the front yard. XD I was THEN going to have her do some more scavenging and the like –

[wyldblunt]

🍉 🍫 and 🍻 for lorelei and fidelma please :3c

🍉: Does your OC have a particular piece of jewellery that they always wear or refuse to part with?

for lorelei: yes!! i've mentioned this before actually so i'll reuse the art:

way back when, they exchanged tournament favors with merrit, and they still wear the raven feather merrit gave them. they even kept secretly wearing it during the period where the two of them had fallen out, though they hated themself for it -- now they wear it much more proudly.

for fidelma: no, not really! it doesn't worry much about its appearance -- it's too busy maintaining callas' elaborate grooming rituals to focus much on itself. it does prize the three-petaled brand that marks its service to callas -- that's more like a tattoo than jewelry, but it's the closest thing to a sentimental accessory that it has.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

for lorelei: outside!! lorelei isn't GREAT at thinking, and frankly they don't do a ton of it, but if they're going to make any progress ruminating on something at all, it's going to have to be out in the open, ideally with their boots kicked off and their feet in a river and popinjay across their lap. they might SAY they like to go spar/train to help with thinking, too, but if they're out there beating the shit out of a training dummy they're probably not actually "thinking" so much as "repeatedly turning something that makes them mad over and over again inside their head, and maybe waging some incoherent mental arguments up there too"

for fidelma: callas' dressing room, provided callas isn't in there. fidelma spends so much time in callas' quarters that she's actually more comfortable there than anywhere else, and especially if her liege isn't actually present she's perfectly at home sprawling around on the furniture and making herself at home. it's not like callas would actually DO anything about it even if he caught her.

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

for lorelei: grooming their pets!! wait i have art i can reuse for this one too.

this is something they do every day, so it's a really grounding task for them. really any task having to do with their pets is something lorelei will find calming, and they always feel better after spending time with animals.

for fidelma: dressing and undressing callas. i know all three of these answers for fidelma have centered around this part of fidelma's duties lol but like, it really is 1. a job that takes up most of her time and 2. a job she genuinely enjoys. plus, especially at the end of the day, it's a ritual that fidelma feels cements her position as callas' one true confidant, and by extension her position in the court. there is a kind of immense smugness that washes over fidelma every time she basks in the proof of how exclusive her role is, and she likes using these moments to casually gather little morsels of intel and gossip that she'll be able to ruminate on as she goes to sleep.

[serafiel-jacobs]

I spy (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

The phone of the house started ringing, Pinocchio took a deep breath and answered. Thankfully before Pinocchio could get angry, the person from the other line spoke up first.

“Hello, is this Giuseppe Geppetto’s number? I’m speaking from the Bastard Stalkers' office” Sabertooth said from the other line.

“Um yes” Pinocchio was relieved, then he shouted at his father that someone wanted to talk with him. Pinocchio heard from aside the conversation.

“Yes, I see” Geppetto’s voice sounded melancholic, “Oh no you don’t have to come all the way to my home, I’ll pick them up myself” They were trying hard to convince him that they should go see him instead of him coming all the way there but they failed.

After that his father hung up the phone, explaining that they needed to pick up Carlo’s belongings, apparently, they were cleaning the offices and it was taking up space. Obviously, Geppetto can’t carry them by himself so he will need his son’s help, who is eager to help.

—-

“It’s not much, however, we found it best you kept it rather than throwing it away” Sabertooth had a fake smile on her face.

“I practiced with Carlo before” Lion was trying to act friendly as well, “He would have been a great stalker”

“Yes… he would have” Geppetto was trying not to get depressed about the past, about what if things would have been different.

Geppetto and Pinocchio looked at the box containing Carlo’s belongings, some of Romeo’s belongings were there too.

There was a journal used to write down his schedule, and a few notes were written by Romeo, mainly love reminders for Carlo; a few grinders for weapons; the clothes they used for stalker duties, and…

“Mmm, what’s this?” Pinocchio grabbed what looked to be one of those dog puppets but miniature, although it didn’t look finished.

Geppetto looked at it, then scrolled the pages of the journal, looks like Carlo was building it himself as some miniature pet, he wasn’t always at the apartment he and Romeo shared so he thought having a dog, living or puppet would make it sad to be constantly alone, so he was making one he could always carry with him.

“It’s actually quite impressive” Geppetto could see that building something so small to fit in your pocket would take a lot of effort, not to mention how this looks different than the average dog puppet, more detailed.

“Have you thought about becoming a stalker?” Lion asked Pinocchio.

“It’s not really my thing” Despite the fact that Pinocchio got confused many times as a stalker in the past, he always felt a little uncomfortable with the title, although it’s not as if he could correct them back then, admitting you are a puppet during a frenzy is not a good idea.

It also seems like a lot of people seem to glorify that type of work when in reality is dangerous hard work.

“What shame” Sabertooth sighed, “Carlo was-”

“I’m not Carlo” Pinocchio interrupted her, he isn’t dealing with comments like that anymore.

“My apologies” Sabertooth gave a fake apology, on the inside she was fuming, “I did not mean to offend”

“Well thank you for giving it back to us” Geppetto gave out a sigh, “We will get going”

“Wait” Lion knew they couldn’t leave yet, “The streets of Krat are very dangerous currently, we didn’t mean to offend, just that Krat could use more help”

“That is true, no one is safe nowadays,” Sabertooth said, “Have you heard? Adeline Corday has gone missing, someone influential like that gone like that? It’s tragic”

Pinocchio started feeling worried, the last time he saw Adeline was in the Opera House, did she get hurt somehow, and no one noticed? He still has the necklace.

Even so, no is no, plus he already has his hands full with the King of Riddles.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested” Pinocchio stood his ground.

“I’m sad to hear that” Sabertooth isn’t sad at all, it was already ridiculous when Carlo brought Romeo, something like that isn’t happening again.

At least they know so far that he doesn’t want to be a stalker, in their minds that means he has less fighting capabilities than them. Underestimating Pinocchio’s true strength.

With that said, Father and son left, leaving the stalkers to continue on their other duties. Slowly gathering Pinocchio’s information and Frederick’s other request.

Lion tried to speak with Sabertooth before she left in a rush, Lion hates it when she does that. Why is Saber the one in charge? She is smarter and even better, prettier than her.

Another stalker came to speak with her, she ignored them, something about if anyone had any clues about Adeline as her family was desperately looking for her. Whatever, Adeline probably ran off with some man it’s not as if she has something to show for aside from her voice and looks, looks that Lion tops definitely.

She took off her mask, it’s a mascarade mask because she needs to show off her pretty face as much as possible. Right now she has an appointment at a spa and cannot miss it.

Lion has a special date tomorrow, she is already looking for a husband and she won’t settle for anyone who doesn’t meet all her expectations. Once she finds the one, she can quit her stalker hobby, fighting is fun but is there anything better in this world than being a trophy wife?

—-

“Is something on your mind pal?�� Pinocchio decided to hang out with Gemini while his father was working, sitting on a park bench at Rosa Isabelle Street.

“I’m thinking of the dog puppet Carlo was building,” Pinocchio said, “Father looked sad when examining it”

Geppetto mentioned how it was so brilliant, how he didn’t know Carlo was interested in building puppets even if it was a hobby or a side project, while looking inside the notebook notes about it were found. He recognized those types of notes, most likely Carlo had copied some of his in one of his visits.

“Did he really not think I would have liked to help him? Did he still thought I hated him?”

Pinocchio had heard his father mumble that under his breath.

“Why not try finishing it yourself?” Gemini was sitting on Pinocchio’s shoulder, moving his tiny feet in the air.

“I guess because… it doesn’t feel the same?” Carlo was making it, not him, if he finishes it then it’s no longer something special his brother was making.

“I get that” Gemini can understand, “Why not make your own then?”

“Ehhh that’s a good idea but…”

But he has no clue how to even start, he read the notes alongside his father and it seemed like a different language.

“Well I guess you have always been on the more artistic side” Pinocchio is very skilled at music and art, also writing even if Pinocchio tries to hide what he writes because he feels embarrassed it’s not good, “But come on how hard can it be? You learned to fix yourself when your father wasn’t there for you, you can do this”

“I’m not sure” Pinocchio still didn’t seem convinced, “Shouldn’t I be looking around for clues or something?”

“Krat is a big city Pinocchio” Gemini chirped, “And unlike before the streets aren’t empty, you could end up causing some trouble”

“That’s true” Pinocchio stood up from the bench and decided to walk back home, he was having this strange feeling that he was being followed but that must be because he was worried about Arlecchino.

“Nothing out of the ordinary” Tiger mumbled to himself.

Why does the doctor even care about Pinocchio? He is just a regular boy living his daily life. Tiger did manage to sneak in a picture, not that in his opinion it would truly change anything but at least he has proof of his work duties. He felt weird doing so like he was harassing the poor boy.

Speaking of pictures apparently, his parents want him to go to the Mallum District and take some there, ugh, them and their dumb journalism, he needs to take pictures of beautiful things, not ugly decrepit places.

What is even the point of showing bad things in pictures? Why waste valuable effort on something like that? It doesn’t matter, no way he is stepping foot near a place like the Mallum District, he wouldn’t be able to face others if he got caught in a filthy place like that.

He should go to the Opera House, the place is open again and the structure is simply stunning, maybe he could get a special shot of those spider puppets while they sing. Tiger can then waste time by watching a show, ignoring how his parents want him to “take life more seriously”

—-

It was by pure accident that Rusty stumbled across Pinocchio, her older brother was supposed to be taking care of her but he got distracted, or rather he wasn’t even paying attention to her to begin with as usual. So when she ran off to chase a cat she ended up getting lost, starting to cry because she couldn’t find her way back.

“Are you okay do you need any help?” Pinocchio was about to get onto the tram that connected to the path home when he saw her crying, he could wait for the next one.

Rusty didn’t recognize him at first with tears in her eyes so her first instinct was to pull out her weapon.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you” Pinocchio didn’t seem intimidated by the child who was somehow holding a sword twice her size.

Rusty calmed down, she knew that she shouldn’t talk with him directly but at that point, she didn’t care and asked for help, maybe she could say she got lost on purpose so that she could interact with him.

When they found Rusty’s brother he barely even looked up from what he was writing in a journal, he didn’t even look at Pinocchio in the eyes and gave a half-assed thank you.

Pinocchio looked worried about the girl yet he needed to go back home so he was hoping this was a one-time occurrence.

“Hey,” Rusty tugged on her brother’s shirt, “Aren’t you going to ask if I’m okay?”

“You are okay” Her brother looked annoyed, “Why wouldn’t the prodigy be okay?”

She became a stalker at a ridiculous age, her older brother recently turned 25, and their parents wanted him to become one, so they forced him to take classes. It was a family of generations of stalkers so he should be one. Her brother no matter how hard he trained wasn’t able to, he simply didn’t have the physical strength or skills to do so, not to mention how he hated every second of it.

So when Rusty was born her parents spoiled her, she was their second try, the second try that succeeded beyond their expectations. Rusty ignored her brother’s coldness, Mother and Father say he is only jealous of her.

“In fact, tell them to hurry up and find you another nanny fast because I’m sick of your shit”

Her brother is taking care of her because her last nanny quit, this is the 7th in a row, they just don’t understand her, why don’t they get that she should do whatever she wants? She is the honor of the family, Mother and Father say she is the entire world so the rules given to other kids shouldn’t apply to her.

——

“UGH I GIVE UP!” Pinocchio put his hands up to his face in frustration before composing himself, “This is too complicated”

“Calm down buddy” Gemini was trying to reassure him.

“I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong” Pinocchio kept re-reading the notes, it wasn’t working at all, was it the design? Was it that he kept missing something?

“Maybe you are right, it’s not going to work because you aren’t Carlo” Gemini was standing on the table next to him.

Pinocchio was quiet, he felt like he wanted to cry before Gemini spoke up again.

“So you shouldn’t try to do it how Carlo did it, you should try to do it your own way”

Pinocchio faintly smiled, Gemini was right, this was supposed to be something he made. The notes should only work for the basics, he needed more ideas, to be more creative. So he went to his father’s workshop to find any material he could find and maybe blueprints that could help.

“Ow!” Pinocchio yelped as he opened the closet door, the arm of god falling on top of him, “Why did we even keep this?”

“I’m sure it can be of use later” Gemini is aware that Geppetto probably knows how to put it to good use or perhaps Sophia has some idea.

Pinocchio put it aside as he looked inside, finding what he needed, then he grabbed a folder that contained many of his father’s notes.

Pinocchio had a smile on his face when he found something unexpected, he took the folder and put a clip on the page to show to his father later, for now, he needed to work on his tiny pet.

—-

“So whatever happened to the arm of God?”

Sabertooth was listening to her parents talk with a man, he had come here before, his skin was pale and he had strange green hair.

“I assume it must have been destroyed when Geppetto’s son killed Simon” Giangio lied with a smile, “I did look for it, nowhere to be seen”

“Don’t you think it’s possible he took it?” Sabertooth’s mother asked.

“Nah” Giangio was acting too casual, no way he is letting them know Pinocchio has the arm, if someone will steal it, it has to be him, he only needs the perfect opportunity, “Trust me, I almost cried when I realized we lost it”

“You are acting more relaxed than usual” Sabertooth’s father looked suspicious, “Why is it that you aren’t helping again?”

Sabertooth found it strange how apparently this man was so well respected among the alchemists, she didn’t believe her parents at first when they told her he was the one who made her weapon.

“It’s personal you wouldn’t get it” Giangio smiled, “Plus I have my fun on the side, as long as I send information from time to time it’s not a problem”

Even if he doesn't get directly involved, he is an alchemist, he has a duty to fulfill as part of the organization.

“I’ve heard that you got into a fight with Frederick is that true?” Sabertooth’s mother took a sip of her tea, she didn’t seem as worried as her husband, being more used to his playful nature.

“Don’t worry it was something stupid he will get over it” Giangio laughed it was fun to remember it.

Giangio gave the doctor a small visit, he greeted him with a friendly wave, and in return he was greeted back with “How the hell did you get inside my house?!”

“But if you must know…” Giangio played with his hair, not giving it much thought, “He got a little mad at me for talking back, you know how he is, doesn’t like it when others don’t take his verbal abuse”

“Ugh I get that” Sabertooth’s father rolled his eyes, “I respect his mission, not so much how entitled he gets”

Sabertooth feels like she is overhearing some petty work drama, it looks like you can’t escape that no matter the place of work. Although she is the one who loves to start the drama.

Being a stalker is boring, that's why she likes to give herself some entertainment, she has the fighting skills, and she loves the battle, but she hates all the other stuff like the dumb codes of honor. But alchemists don't get much action, not to mention how you can count with your hands those who are skilled fighters, plenty died when Simon was doing his plans, although they mainly relied on special guns or mutations due to their experiments. There was that woman, what was her name? Ariana? Adriana? Whatever, Simon had a fangirl who would follow him around, she was a skilled fighter, and apparently so is this green-haired manlet. People have been singing her praises because of her fighting skills, there is no enemy she can't take out almost instantly, and rarely does she ever get a challenge. Currently, she gets rid of those interfering in the alchemists' plans.

It's odd, she wanted to be an alchemist, she does have an above-average knowledge of the subjects without being one, mainly due to her family. But she was always a fighter, not a researcher, Frederick has commended her for the secret services she provides, she has been doing this way back since Simon took charge (although Simon wouldn't praise anyone not even if his life depended on it) despite being young, although she is the oldest of her gang, being 27.

Perhaps Rusty is the closest one that can match her, but her family must be giving her drugs or something because to this day she can't believe how strong she is, at that age, Sabertooth was breaking all the expensive toys her parents would buy for her.

“What were the two of you talking about?” Sabertooth’s mother was intrigued, “What exactly did he say?”

Since Frederick didn’t like him breaking into his home in the middle of the night before going to bed, so he started shouting at him.

Giangio has a huge grin on his face “He called me a lunatic with mommy issues”

Okay maybe he does have some mommy issues considering he killed his mother, but that just made Frederick even more furious with his response.

“So I said, takes one to know one” Giangio laughed again, and Sabertooth’s mother found it amusing as well so she laughed too.

“It truly was something stupid” Sabertooth’s father didn’t look amused, “It’s true he will probably get over it soon, your help is always valuable, it would be a shame to lose your support fully”

Giangio stopped playing with his hair, according to the investigation he did on his favorite doctor, that comment probably hurt him way more than he let on. Unlike Frederick, he is self-aware about his issues.

“Unfortunately I have to leave” Giangio stood up, saying his goodbyes, and going towards the door, he turned to look at Sabertooth, her finally realizing he knew she was spying on the conversation all along.

Giangio gave her a devious smile, opening the door to leave.

“Chao~” Giangio hummed in a playful tone.

Sabertooth went up to her room, she was bored lying in bed, then she had an idea to have fun, she pulled this stunt once in high school, and she should do it again, so she went to buy some condoms and decided she would put them into one of the other female stalker bags randomly tomorrow, it's going to be fun who gets labeled a slut and has to leave out of shame.

Honestly, she is the best stalker already inside their organization, there is no need to get rid of the competition, this is only for fun. She once heard someone say she has a “superiority complex” It's not a complex if you are better than everyone else already.

Suddenly, her father enters the room, saying how he has been shouting at her to come downstairs.

“Are you ignoring us on purpose? I can't believe you weren't hearing us”

Dammit again with her hearing problem, they don't know that yet, frankly, she doesn't want to end up taking their weird fucked up cures so she lies saying that she took a nap and got too carried away. She should find a cure for herself, she has the skills, the resources, and the medical knowledge.

An experiment sounds fun, she has assisted in some, truly she has the best deal out of this, she can do research and she can show off her fighting skills. She has it all, she is intelligent, beautiful, strong, and wealthy. She has always been the center of attention because she deserves it, people adore her, and better yet they fear her.

—-

“Father welcome home!” Pinocchio had rushed to his father’s side when he arrived, giving him a big hug, “I have two surprises!”

“Two surprises?” Geppetto didn’t know what to expect.

“Look!” Pinocchio grabbed a box, he opened it to show what he worked so hard for.

“Oh, that’s…” Geppetto was surprised, it looked like one of the traditional puppet dogs in miniature, almost the same as the ones he designed, except this one was black because Pinocchio had painted it and it had a bow on its neck, “Very creative!”

Geppetto was impressed, still, he had one question, “Why does it have a drill for a face?”

He knows excavation puppet dogs were made with his base design, it’s just something he didn’t think Pinocchio would know about. His son then explained how he had fought some of them before during the frenzy, which made Geppetto more confused about why Pinocchio would build it like that.

“Behold” Pinocchio looked so proud of him, as the dog was turned on, and when Pinocchio put one of his pencils near it, the dog began to sharpen it with his drill. Now his little dog can always help with his art projects.

Geppetto in return was so proud of his son’s ingenuity.

“This is something I found” Pinocchio then grabbed the folder he had found in the closet his second surprise, showing his father the note that was left behind.

Geppetto saw how it was missing some blueprints, only a small piece of paper left behind.

—--𖦹—--

“Dear Father, I took your notes for something I wanted to make, but I lost the original prints,

You probably don’t need them anyway, but in case you find this before I show you what I’m working on, sorry”

-Love Carlo ♡ (Please don’t get mad)

—--𖦹—--

Geppetto shed a few tears, he wiped them away and smiled.

“Thank you, son” Geppetto played with his son’s hair, “Now, why don’t you tell me how you made this?”

Geppetto misses Carlo, but right now Pinocchio is in front of him, that’s what matters. Besides how can he not be excited to hear how his son built something so special?”

Pinocchio was beaming with joy, he started explaining how he did it, Geppetto listened attentively to his son, they were having a good time, it had been a while since they had a bonding moment like this.

“Do you still hate puppets for mining now?” Geppetto teased his son.

“Yes!” Pinocchio didn’t even hesitate, his doggy wasn’t for that and wasn’t evil, “I almost lost my Legion Arm!”

When Pinocchio returned to Hotel Krat, his Legion Arm was barely hanging by its cables, sparks of electricity coming out of it and his shoulder had been dislocated.

“I remember that” Geppetto was the one to fix Pinocchio after returning, and added a few updates with Quartz that came in handy when he later faced champion Victor.

“I could tell you were angry at me but didn’t want to show it” It was rather cute, Geppetto smiled remembering it.

Pinocchio was looking away the entire time, his face red with frustration and when Geppetto asked what was wrong he said it was nothing in the least convincing way possible.

“I was too polite back then” Pinocchio pouted, “I should have called you out”

“Hey I didn’t build all those puppets” Geppetto was teasing his son, “Your uncle Venigni is also to blame here”

“But you made them evil not him!” Pinocchio was not letting that go, those puppets traumatized him.

“Fine, you are grounded”

“What?!” Oh no, he shouldn't have brought Law 0 again, Pinocchio regretting what he said.

Geppetto pitched Pinocchio’s cheek, “I’m joking, you are a good boy for being so brave”

“Father!” Pinocchio was embarrassed and relieved that his father didn't get mad this time.

Gemini watched from afar their conversation unfolding, the small cricket happy to see father and son have a strong bond. Glad to see them relax after everything they are going through, even if it only lasts for today and they go back to the mess they unfortunately got tangled in.

Everyone does deserve to have some fun, even in the hardest of times.

[thestudentfarmer]

Feb 20, 2023

Hey everyone! I hope you've all had as great a week as possible and been able to work on your gardens, homesteading skills and sustainable methods this week :)

We've had a little bit of everything this week for all the above here in our little plot.

Today's post is going to include an update on the lentils and then some info and caretaking stuff for ducks 🦆

So first up! The lentil experiment!

This is a pic as of today, there's clear spotting in the grow pattern. But I kind of expected that. I didn't have a lot for even coverage (and just tossed it out). It had a late grow period and the front gets a weird double micro- climate/grow zone in the winter.

A lil close up of what's come up. They are a bit darker stemmed and darker leaved than it looks. But those that sprouted are doing amazing!

I'm thinking about letting a section grow entirely to produce more pods and seeds just to see how well it'll do now and just doing a half row of till in.

🦆🦆🦆Now onwards to the ducks! 🦆🦆🦆🦆

If you've ever thought about getting ducks, please do your research on them.

Despite sis having done extensive research there's still things we don't know, didn't know until it happened and we're continually learning as we go.

As a quick mention our ducks are kept primarily as pets, for pest control and because we wanted their eggs. Sis and my Hubby love them, though only Hubby can eat them. (I don't overly enjoy the taste personally, but I can eat them)

Meet Nugget (the back left), Pie (back right) and some of you may recognize the handsome fellow in the front middle, Cheese! (Aka, Poppa Cheese).

These are our ducks. While we don't know for sure what Pie (we believe is a magpie) and Nugget (we believe is a magpie mix ) are, we are certain Cheese is a silver Appleyard.

Awhile back I noticed we weren't finding any duck eggs, well Miss Pie it turns out hid a nest. I believe I posted it awhile ago with a few eggs in it by the time it was discovered. We figured we would let her sit on them and gave them the hatch time plus a week to be sure. Sadly no eggs hatched. We will not be allowing large nesting again. And the next hatch will be done with an incubator. ( a fun experiment and share for later!)

This is what the nest ended up looking like on "pull date" (today actually)

I think one broke yesterday morning as there was that unforgettable rotten egg smell. For the comfort of us and our neighbours (as well as Pie.) It was time to remove it.

Found the broke one(s?) They were not rolemovable by hand. So a shovel was needed to remove them.

All empty. I did fully remove, trim and am planning to block this spot so she may not nest here again.

The hidden bounty was way bigger than expected and I have a feeling she wasn't really nesting now :( there was almost 60 eggs hidden here!)

The lesson this student learned? At this time natural incubation is a no for our homestead. Any found nests from now on, sadly will have to be removed. We have tried nesting a handful of times now and it just hasn't panned out.

As well a note to share with those thinking of ducks~

They need ponds and if you get filtration get the darn best filtration you can.

In addition to the nest removal and cleanout It was pond clean day happens every 2-3 days so long as it doesn't rain.

This is a pond washed out and refilled 3 days ago. (It rained, we don't do pond wash on rainy days.)

Dumped, be sure to rinse em well, this is why if u get filtration make sure it's heavy duty. This sludge probably could be watered down heavily and used for soil fertilization. For me tho, I'm only doing that in the duck area. Too many weed seeds for the garden to be a viable use for that and not a good filter system planned yet.

The lucky ducks enjoying the fresh cleaned pond (for now lol)

Their area is under some redesign as well. Projects I will be sharing later as they are done~

Thank you all for joining me today! What project or ideas are you looking forward to this week on your own gardening, homesteading, learning journey?

🌱🦆Happy Homesteading and Animal Husbandry!🦆🌱

[sushigal007]

Whoops, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I blame the covid. Totally wiped me out. It’s also been a busy few weeks at work, plus my kid got themselves a theme park pass, and half my free time is now spent driving to Thorpe Park. And, my sister has been to Greece about four times this year already ‘cause our mum’s been unwell, and that’s me on airport driving duty. Basically, too much real life, not enough simulated life. But! I’m ill again, which means I’ve finally managed to claw a few hours spare to post the Ramirez household. Say hi to Checo, everyone!

Right, time to drug your army of children.

Checo and Lisa: Actually, we would like to bang.

And I would like you to train your quads. Lisa: Isn’t that what the nanny’s for?

Huh, apparently so!

But we can also add in a little parentification now that Tessa’s ageing up.

Tessa: These hands were made for jazz.

Yep, Tessa’s LTW is to become Lord of the Dance. We’ll see how that goes.

Max also grew up! Nobody noticed.

So yeah, this is Tessa’s life now. Tessa: It’s not quite the dance party I was expecting.

Still, there are sweet moments along the way. Erica: Huggles? Alyson: Huggles!

Terence: Huggles? Jacob: DOG FOOD ATTACK RARRRRGH.

Terence: D:

Tessa: Lock my door.

Lisa: I AM NOT- Having a good time? Lisa: GET SOME NEW MATERIAL. Lisa: AND USE IT TO ENTERTAIN ME.

All right, here’s something funny. Lisa: The... nanny? Keep watching.

Nanny: I was so busy potty training the children, I forgot to potty train myself! Lisa: It’s mean, but OK, it’s a little funny. (That’s not all nanny piss btw, I’m just very bad at catching Max in the act.)

Speaking of piss.

Jacob: There there, good potty.

Checo: He can pee in a pot, he’s my favourite now.

Jacob: High chair. Checo: You’re so right!

Lisa, alas, is not enjoying toddlers quite as much. Lisa: I’m too pretty for this.

Erica: RELEASEEEEEE MEEEEEEE!

Terence: Laid a fresh one for you, mom.

Lisa: This is fine.

Tessa: OK, you put your left leg in, your left leg out. In, out, in, out, and shake it all about.

Terence: Sis, hey, sis, hey. Erica: Hush please, I am concentrating.

Terence: That’s right, hand it over. Erica: Oh. I see how it is.

Bath time for stinky boys.

A problem for future Sushi.

At last, the toddler stage is over! Tessa: Do you wanna go first or...? Checo: Oh yeah, sure, no problem.

Checo: But first, let me ogle my wife. Tessa: Soon I will be at university and all of this will be behind me...

First up, Erica! Erica: Yay!

Then Alyson! Checo: Hooray for me! Alyson: Hooray for cake.

Tessa ad Sharla: Happy birthday to the wall!

Next up is Jacob, assuming I haven’t got the names mixed up.

Kennedy: Toot toot.

Jacob: Limbo!

Lisa: Whew, right in the nick of time. Lisa: So long as we ignore the bit where time kept going looping for three hours so I could finish this.

But yes, finally it’s Terence’s turn to grow up.

Benjamin: I’m gonna punch him. Please don’t. Benjamin: Gonna punch him so hard.

Celebrate good times, come on!

Erica: Wait a minute...

Erica: I hate that stupid bear outfit. Alyson: I think he’s hibernating!

Jacob: Does he have to do it at the bottom of the stairs though?

Erica lives at the piano now. Her OTH is Sports.

Tessa: Something about emergencies, I guess.

Lisa: Finally, I can start working on the damn car.

Good Lord.

Let’s have a little playtime interlude.

Mailman: Bills. Erica: Do you accept lemonade? Mailman: Not in exchange for bills. Erica: How about in exchange for money? Mailman: Technically, that is also bills.

Fuck that librarian.

Lisa: Whatever. I’m taking a nap.

Um.

Checo: Hot wife! Freezing cold wife, actually. Wanna do something about that? Checo: Nope!

Why? He hasn’t done anything. Alyson: Yet.

Tessa: Ahhh, dance time!

Chess party.

Gaming party.

Just lots of cute family bonding moments.

Checo: I’m too sexy for my shirt.

Bath time for stinky boys. Which I know I said last time too, but I just really like this pet bath.

Werewolf: Is she OK? No.

Lisa: Zzzz... piss... Checo: On it.

Yeah she might actually die.

Gilbert: Yeah good luck with that.

Lisa: Ugh, what happened? You lost your job and passed out in the absolute worst place possible.

Lisa: I’m freezing! Don’t worry, you’re about to warm yourself up.

Lisa: Eek nooo!

Wanda: HAHAHAHAHA! Lisa: This is because I laughed at the nanny, isn’t it? Yeah, that probably didn’t help.

Anyway, over to Tessa. Tessa: Look, somebody else is pissing themselves! Buck:

Tessa: BAM! In the face!

Decided to check out the furniture store and once again, it is borked. Cashier: It’s Kevin’s fault. Other cashier: Yeah, definitely Kevin.

But you know what? I don’t know how to stop it from happening again, nobody’s got a business LTW anyway, so bye bye business!

Checo: And now to spend the profits.

Lisa: Mmm, that piss puddle really sets the mood. ...There is way too much piss in this update.

If you two make more quads, I will genuinely kill you.

Newspaper kid: Shake? Tessa: Salute.

Tessa: Love love peace peace?

Cute little family dance party. Terence: Except me. Except you.

Jacob: I wanna join in! Go right ahead, sweetie.

Alyson: Are you OK? Terence: Clearly not.

Erica: You might be watching me, but who do you think is watching you? Please don’t, I’m too ill for dep thinking.

Cute!

Please don’t die. Lisa: Frostbite couldn’t do it, and electrocution ain’t gonna do it either.

Weekend! I sent Tessa out to do some singing...

...And then decided to start working on those dance contests for her LTW.

Alas, her first attempt was a failure.

Still, at least she doesn’t take it as badly as this poor townie. Townie: I JUST WANNA DANCE LIKE NO-ONE’S WATCHING! Everyone’s watching. Everyone.

Erica: I’m dying. Alyson: You’re wearing a vest and shorts outside in winter, of course you’re dying.

Alyson: But now, a message about recycling.

Ah how sweet, doomed townie love.

Tessa: Hey, don’t mind me, just gonna practise my moves.

Wait a minute, that looks familiar...

I mean, without the shotgun, but yeah!

And the week ends with Alyson doing a little stargazing. Next up is a single sim household, so hopefully it won’t take me three months to write up. Hopefully!

Uberhood Index

[fasterthanmydemons]

for a very good reason and in order to survive, Pietro became very co-dependent, while Mantis became very independent also in order to survive and for a very good reason :(( is it weird that I find it poetic in a sad way? and omg hahahaha, Pietro wasn't flirting with Mantis so it didn't really go downhill but even so, Mantis Gamora and Nebula aren't the only women in the galaxy, so I can see Pietro becoming a flirt in space.. if his turtle dad duties allow him, lol.

the 3 most important points of the holiday special plot-wise are 1- the Gotg no longer live exclusively in their ships bc they bought knowhere (you might remember it from infinity war, it's the place where Thanos kidnaps Gamora) 2- Mantis is Quill's biological half-sister (not a real spoiler for those who analyze movies a bit more) 3- Mantis can kick ass in a way nobody expects from her so if she lets Pietro protect her she would be.. actually letting him bc my god xD and as bonus we also learn how Peter Quill got his blasters and it's super cute if you've watched the movies :') AND YES KEVIN BACON IS IN IT IT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY and he plays.... Kevin Bacon xDD and Mark Hamill has a small cameo as well if I remember correctly.

{out of breath} Yeah, Pietro became super emotionally co-dependent on Wanda, and in the SotG AU, without her there, he's flailing a bit. It's like the attachment has to go... somewhere. But you can't just hook yourself onto another person, that's not how it works, and it's not like it's a conscious process either. It's kindof like if your pet dies and you run right out and buy two more. The love has to go somewhere. Well with Pietro, whatever he was getting from and giving to Wanda (support, conversation, understanding, companionship with someone who knows what you've been through), he still wants to give and receive, but he can't. Hence the social missteps and oversharing because he's been so wrapped up in Wanda for most of his life that he doesn't know how to form normal friendships or relate to other people on a long-term basis. It's always just been him and Wanda against the world since their parents died.

I feel like Pietro will be a flirt wherever he goes, it's just in his nature, heh. As long as it's superficial and playful, it's fine, but the second it starts to mean more for him, that's where things get really awkward for him. But I don't think we have to worry about that in this verse.

Awwww...the idea of Mantis letting Pietro protect her even though she doesn't need it is a cute one. I can see her very objectively doing that, though, like... her thought process being... this is something he needs and wants and that fulfills him, to be a protector, so I will let him have fun and do it. Boom. Just like that. That simple. XD

Kevin Bacon AND Mark Hamill? This Xmas special just keeps getting better and better, haha. I hope to watch it very soon, now that I've gotten my D.isney Plus account sorted out!

[butterfly-winx]

Today is my birthday, could you wish me a happy birthday please ❤ and you would give me a beautiful gift by answering my question. So could you tell us about Domino's royal family not so you said that Daphne grew up with cousins ​​when she talks about this big family and if you have some time that too is Solaria I would like to know who they were if they were appreciated I don't know about you but I already know that you will amaze me.

Happy birthday! I’m so sorry I couldn’t get around to answering this on the day, but hope you had a great celebrations!

I have some nice Dominian royal family tree factoids for you as compensation :)

Yes, Bloom and Daphne have a lot of cousins. Oritel has two siblings and Marion is 2nd youngest of five, and most of these seven siblings had children. Due to time-and-population-freezing scheningans some of who started out as older than Bloom end up being younger. When Domino fell, Bloom had been a little older than a year (13-15mo) and had 2-3 year old cousins who stayed 2-3 until she resurrected her planet at age 20, so.

Oritel is the middle of three brothers, an older Károly and a “younger” twin brother Silan. As Dominian traditions dictate the brothers decided who would become heir when their father was still alive and the choice fell on Oritel. Károly, relived of his responsibilities went off to travel the world and has 4 children from 3 different wifes, the first three being around Daphne’s age, the fourth considerably younger but not Bloom aged. Silan unfortunately died in the war against the Ancestresss and had no children or a married partner before.

Marion’s family is grand and complicated. Her oldest brother Byron is significantly older than her and actually widowed (they had 2 children). He then took on a much younger partner that all the family thinks is a gold digger but she is just a very sweet, if naive, girl. The second sibling Vera transitioned late in her life and split from her until then wife not too long before the war. Marion had a good sisterhood to Hyun, the now ex-wife and this sisterhood demanded she side with her in arguments. However she now owed sisterhood to Vera too, her “new” sister. She hates being impartial thoguh. Solving this conondrum she chose to be on the side of both of them, flip-flopping her support in family arguments much to the annoyance of all her other siblings. In the end Hyun and her 4 children (a little younger than Daphne, early to late teens when Domino froze) started to withdraw from the family a little. The middle sibling Iren is truly and well a middle one, not really sure where she is going in life, having neither the drive nor pride of her other siblings. She did not have children at the time, but was eying all sorts of exotic pets and kept supplying her nieces and nephews with them. Marion obviously had Daphne and then Bloom with a huge gap between them. And finally the youngest brother, Felix has two children him and his husband adopted: a preschooler and the aforementioned 3 year old, but he is also a good chunk younger Marion.

Daphne mostly spent her time with Karoly’s kids as they lived in the capital as well and saw Marion’s sie of the family less often, but she greatly preferred the company of Vera’s children: they went on fun family vacations, saw more of the world and were more relaxed. Plus their younger age made Daphne relax and escape from her constant duty of pretending to be an adult when she was not. She thinks Felixes youngest is the cutest baby in existence only dethroned by the arrival of her own baby sister.

Bloom is not really close to any of them, for obvious reasons. When she resurrects Domino they are all the ages that they disappeared as and only a few of them really experienced or noticed the passage of time. Age wise her peers are again Karoly’s children, but they come from such a different world: if you counted their age from their actual birth date they would be in their later 30s to late 40s! One of Byron’s children is just like her snd she is very fond of him, so that would be her chosen fave cousin. She does absolutely not vibe with referring to the 3yo baby with honorifics meant for an older relative. Felix’s husband likes to tease and watch her squirm.