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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Husband/Papa Ghost Headcanons

Pairing: Simon (Ghost) Riley x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Content, Swearing, Descriptions of Labor/Contractions

Author's Note: This is a continuation of this request (WARNING: 18+). Enjoy!

Simon would be a proud papa, that's for sure.

He didn’t use his phone that much before, only to text or call people. But his storage space began to run out pretty quickly with all of the photos and videos he took of your daughter, Lily.

“What are you doing, Si?” you giggled. Lily banged on the toy piano while your husband was crouched down, phone camera rolling.

“Filming Lily’s performance,” he replied matter-of-factly. You chuckled and kissed the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair. Your two-year old daughter cheered when she finished her song, face lit up and arms stretched above her head in triumph.

“All done!” she beamed with a wide smile. Both of you clapped.

“Good job, Lil,” Simon chuckled.

Simon nearly passed out when you told him you were pregnant with your second baby (not that it came as a surprise to you both👀).

Just like your first pregnancy, he’d try to be there for you as much as he could. It was different now with Lily in the picture, but she made many of your days full of joy and laughter.

I can see him being a stern yet reasonable dad. He’d discipline his kids yet never intentionally hurt them.

Lily’s lower lip pouted as she avoided his gaze. Simon’s arms were at his sides as he eyed the blue stains on her face and the empty candy jar on the floor. He lowered himself to be at her eye-level.

“Lily, baby, did you eat the candy even though Mommy told you not to?” Simon asked, trying to keep his voice soft and steady. Lily burst into tears, rubbing her eyes with her little, sticky hands.

“I sowwy,” she sniffled. His heart ached, but he knew she had to learn to listen to her mom.

“I know, baby,” he sighed as he pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. “Candy tastes yummy, but it’ll hurt your tummy if you eat too much,” Simon explained. Lily sniffed, snot dripping from her button nose and onto his shirt. He pulled her back and looked her in the eyes. “No candy for the next three days, okay? Then you can have it again,” he explained while holding up three fingers. She puffed out another sob before nodding her head.

“Okay, Dada,” she sniffled.

Your second pregnancy was more difficult than the first. You had more health complications, which worried Simon half-to-death. He couldn’t bear to think of anything happening to you while he was thousands of miles away on a mission.

All of 141 were like family to you. They'd pop in every once in a while, especially Lily's godfather, Soap.

"Unk Nee!" Lily squealed. Soap grinned ear to ear at the attempt of his nickname ("Uncle Johnny"). She giggled as she ran into his open arms. He spun her around as you walked in from your bedroom. You gave a tired smile, leaning on the wall and rubbing your swollen belly. Simon was still working on his car in the garage, yelling out that he'd be there in a moment.

"How's my wee firecracker doin'?" Soap beamed. Lily ducked her head into his shoulder, her small dirty blonde curls bouncing. Both of you laughed. "Gettin' shy now, are ya?" Soap chuckled.

"You know how kids are," you waved. Soap smiled as he set the toddler down. She rushed back over to you, hiding behind your legs. You patted her head gently.

"How you doin', lass?" Soap asked as he stepped further inside. You sighed, Lily clinging to your maternity pants.

"This pregnancy's kicking my a-butt, it's kicking my butt," you quickly changed your wording. Soap snorted as Lily cackled behind you.

"Mama said 'butt'!" your daughter sang. You grumbled and collapsed your face into your hands.

"Sounds like she's got quite the potty mouth, huh Lily?" your husband chuckled beside you. You felt him snake his hand around your waist. He pecked your cheek, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat from his hard work.

"Why don't you give me a spanking later to teach me a lesson?" you whispered lowly into his ear. Red immediately flooded his cheeks as his hand gripped your hip. Before he could retort, another figure walked through the front door. Lily peeked from behind your legs and gasped as Price entered the room.

"Grandpa!" Lily cheered while pointing her finger at the captain.

You've never heard a room grow so quiet in a single second.

Both of you explained that Price was most definitely not her grandpa, yet she was insistent on the terminology. The captain teased Simon about it constantly.

"I think you taught her to say that," Price chuckled.

As the due date approached, Simon's heart was shattered. He was being sent away on a longer mission, and it required that he made no contact with you. Your husband assured you that he'd be back in time for the delivery, and spent as much time as he could with you and Lily before he left.

A few weeks later, Simon was sprinting through the hospital to get to your delivery room.

Simon’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as he whipped around the corner. A blonde nurse shot an incredulous look at the masked man as he sprinted to the counter.

“WHERE’S DELIVERY ROOM 109?!” Simon boomed. The poor woman's face went pale as she pointed a shaking finger down the hall. His head snapped as he shouted a ‘thank you’ behind him. Simon rushed past several nurses and doctors, the door getting closer. He could hear your wailing pierce through the hallway. Simon nearly crashed into the doctor when he stepped out into the hall.

“MR. RILEY!” the doctor gaped with wide eyes. Your husband’s chest rose and fell as he panted. Another harsh cry broke out through the room. “Quickly, she’s about to start pushing,” the doctor rushed him inside. Simon's eyes grew wide as they locked with yours.

"Si," you called softly. Your face was pale, sweat covering every inch of your tense and aching body. Simon rushed over, immediately clasping his hands over yours.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” his dry voice croaked. You gave a weak laugh before jolting forward, another strong contraction ripping through you.

“B-Bullshit,” you tiredly chuckled through gritted teeth. The doctor and nurses came closer to your bedside.

“Okay, Mrs. Riley. It's time to start pushing. Are you ready?” the doctor asked. You swallowed thickly, your entire body shaking as it was wracked with waves of pain. Simon squeezed your hand and lifted his skull balaclava to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got this, love. I’m right here,” he assured. You nodded before sucking in a deep breath.

Not long after, your baby boy, Thomas, was born.

His throat grew tight when you suggested his late brother's name. You were afraid you'd overstepped, but he quickly kissed you on the lips and told you it was the perfect name for the newest addition to the Riley family.

Simon stared in awe at the small baby swaddled in his arms. You were fast asleep in your new bed, exhausted from the long, grueling day. Thomas' plump, rosy cheeks glowed softly as he yawned. Your husband beamed when two small, dark eyes just like his own gazed up at him.

“Hi there, little Tommy,” Simon breathed.

Both of you were unsure as to how Lily would take to her new baby brother. However, when her eyes lit up and she squealed when she saw him for the first time, Simon knew she’d be the best big sister.

Simon would make it a goal to read to Lily and Tommy every night. It melted your heart when you sat with him, Lily in her bed and Tommy in his crib listening to his low voice lull them to sleep.

While most date nights were spent inside your home nowadays, he was just happy to spend any time he had with you.

Simon would leave little gifts or notes around the house, letting you know what an amazing mother and wife you are.

If you feel insecure about your body after giving birth, he'll do everything in his power to remind you otherwise.

Your eyes widened as a sudden slap streaked across your ass. You whipped your head around. Simon's eyes were trained on the TV, though the hand draped over the arm of the couch said enough. You crossed your arms, thankful that Lily was playing in the adjacent room and Tommy was fast asleep in his crib.

"Got something to tell me, Si?" you said with a quirked brow. His lidded, chocolate-brown eyes flicked over to you, his hands reaching over to pull you on your lap.

"Simon!" you gasped. Laughs spilled from your lips as your husband bombarded your neck with kisses, his large hands reaching down and squeezing your bum.

"Can't help myself, sweetheart. Not when you're walking around with this cute arse of yours," he mused. You bit your lip and wiggled in his lap. He nibbled on your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered into it.

"Tonight, after the kids are asleep, why don't I show you just how irresistible you are?" Simon groaned.

Tommy was a much more of a fussy baby than Lily. He’d keep both of you up constantly. You called your/Simon's relatives or friends over every so often so both of you could have a break.

“How are you feeling, love?” Simon asked. Both of you were lying in the hammock in a park, the summer breeze rocking you back and forth. Your best friend was at home watching your children. Heavy bags rested below your eyes as you stretched.

“Fucking exhausted,” you sighed. Simon chuckled, brushing your hair from your forehead and planting a kiss over it.

“I know, hun. Why don’t you take a nap, yeah?” he suggested. You nodded, letting sleep quickly overtake you. He breathed in through his nose, his mind wandering too much for him to fall asleep. Instead, he took in the sight of his beautiful wife wrapped in his arms as the rest of the world melted away.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

(Writing these melts my heart ngl. We love Papa Ghost in this house).

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skelliko · 7 days

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Tokyo revengers |°- random head cannons that I had stored

๑ Hanma ironically and out of nowhere 'sang' twist by Korn next to kisaki to get his reaction which caused kisaki to immediately whip his head over at the doofus with genuine fear in his eyes, he took a step backwards from Hanna, hands up and everything. but after a few seconds of staring at the 'possessed' specimen he just annoyingly does a "what the fuck is wrong with you..."

๑ ran doesn't crack his bones/knuckles often but if someone's around him that absolutely despises the sound of cracking bones he'd do it continuously without a care and finds major enjoyment in watching the person's face scrunch up in discomfort, sometimes he snickers too

๑ while chifuyu was in his 'major delinquent era, thinking he's better than everyone else' he was walking down the school stairs all cool and trying to be intimidating but then slipped on one of the stairs and fell on his butt. only one person saw but the amount of embarrassment he got from that when they made eye contact made him want to disappear from earth -this caused him to always be slow and actually look out for the steps so that it doesn't happen again.

๑ seishu finds it hilarious to fake a laugh at someone's awful joke for a second or two but then immediately go dead silent and just stare at the person with no seen emotion at all

๑ seishu is amazing at cooking, he's like a chef. but where'd he learn all this from? he doesn't answer, it's basically a mystery. but in his room he hides written down recipes that he copied out from books and other places

๑ when Baji was younger he decided to try and cook his own food for himself but accidently set a kitchen towel on fire by mistakingly setting it on top of the wrong oven circle -out of panic he got rid of it by quickly throwing it out the window in a panic making it land on someone's car windshield

๑ kazutora is actually quite close with Baji's mom. at some point he slipped up when calling out for her and accidentally called her 'mom' and sure enough he got embarrassed real quick and by a lot. ryoko took pride into that title tho, knowing that she mistakenly got called mom by someone else other than her own son made her feel oddly happy - although she mentioned that kazu is fine in calling her 'mom' he never did it again cause he still finds it embarrassing

๑ kazutora secretly takes photos of his friends crushes and sniggers about it while showing it to his friend. it's basically his little thing whenever he's told that someone has a crush, he doesn't do it to a big extent but just one of two pictures and it's usually just from the back or the side. he's been told multiple of times to quit and delete them but secretly they all knows he's doing them a favour cause when kazu sends them the photos they don't delete 'em

๑ peh holds grudges against people just for the sake of it, if he met someone and they had accidentally done something like step on peh's shoe then the next time they see eachother he would death stare them until they walk past and out of eye view, sometimes he just randomly feels like making enemies even despite being on 'silent and mutural' terms with someone.

๑ when akkun first had the thought of becoming a hairdresser he attempted in cutting his own hair and it actually turned out pretty good, cause of this he ended up cutting makotos hair however akkun had purposely cut his hair badly out of revenge for leaving 'filthy magazines' in akkuns room where his mom had found- making him to be unintentionally framed by makoto

๑ kisaki has a shit tone of books about manipulation and how to read people, how to carefully plot plans and use everything and anything to his own advantage even if things don't work out

๑ the reason why shion get frequent stomach aces is cause he has a bit of sweet tooth, he doesn't get hungry often so he forgets to actually eat a propper meal sometimes but when he sees something sweet and colourful he can't help but take more than a peck at it.

๑ at some point mitsuya accidentally knocked over a massive jar of beads over at the sowing club and took 2 hours collecting each one

๑ when taiju first started mending to his restaurant he had a bit of a high temper and would crack easily to his new employees if they spilled something or cut up a carrot with incorrect sizes, but after getting used to owning a business he somehow became the 'best boss' and grew to be pretty chill even if someone does a mistake - unless if it's a continuous mistake, then he'll get pissed

๑ taiju had a massive fixation with sharks and cool, colourful looking fish when he was younger. going to aquariums on a daily basis and as a kid he had collected little figurines of sharks, orcas and killer whales that he displayed. up till now he still have one of the shark toys displayed on a shelf since it was his all time favourite.

๑ yazuha hates bugs (cannon) and at some point she saw a weird looking incest in the bathroom and was begging hakkai to kill it or simply get it away for her but even he was disgusted by it so they kept on going back and forth about what to do about it before they both decided to team up and tackle it together. yazuha put a cup over it but while doing so the cup got knocked over from her shaky hands causing the both of them to scream as the bug started to move about but hakkai quickly put the cup back over it. they had to take a small breather and relax a little from the nerves before following through any more.

๑ Hina has a small collection of cute keychains, some of them are small plushies and a few are her favourite characters and others are random, small objects. she has some hanging on many different bags, her keys and a few hanging on thumb tacks that are stuck in a cork board on display

๑ Hina is really confrontational about anything that bothers her for other people's sake, in class most people try not to say anything rude about other people knowing that she'll over hear and they'll get their ear bitten off by her. cause of this she's kinda like the school hero against the bullies.

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eggtartz · 6 months

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✧ 28th October ✧

Konig // Too Small (f! girlfriend reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : car sex, for reference konig is almost 7ft tall or to be precise 6'10 which is roughly about 208 cm

a small car parked near the military's base as Konig smiled at the sight of the silver-blueish car. he saw your small figure from afar and took his bags, trying not to run to your direction and act cool when he's feeling giddy like a teenager again. "Schatz!" he smiled as you run towards him and lunged on him, hugging his body that you have missed this past six months. "Konig.. welcome home.." you said, despite not at home yet. however to Konig, you are home so yeah.

he's at home now.

"oh i missed you so much" you pecked his masks all over as his eyes squinted, indicating he's smiling "you're making me embarrassed now" he said as you smiled "why? don't want your comrades to see their colonel are getting his kisses?" you said again, kissing him again. Konig had to carry you inside the car because you had no intention of stopping your affection for him.

he placed his bags inside the trunk and opened the driver's seat as you whined "Schatz, we're gonna be together just a bit more alright? you gotta drive" he said as you pouted. he closed the door gently and had to bend down to accommodate his height in the car.

you revved the car and started driving it while Konig was busy adjusting the seat "so, any plans for today?" his German accent slip through his words. "just wanting to spend the day with you, I guess?" you said, shrugging your shoulders "I've been waiting this day for six months, no way I'm doing something that doesn't involve you" you said again as Konig squeezed your thigh with affection.

Konig knew you're an eager one but not this eager as you straddled his lap as soon as you arrived at the parkway of your apartment. you kissed him as he got into a frenzy and arousal, cupping your butt with his hands as he removed his sniper mask. he found your sensitive spot right away as you moaned "oh.. you remembered" you said between moans. he smiled against your skin "how can i ever forget?"

with big hands he easily tossed you to the behind seat causing the car to momentarily shake as he also stepped behind. you giggle, taking off your blouse as he took off his casual shirt too. he smirked, ripping off his pants as he kissed you again. hungry for more, your hands grabbed his hair and gripped it. it's been too long, too many distances, too many facetimes and too many dirty pictures. none of them will compare to being skin to skin with your boyfriend.

he ravaged your left tit leaving you a moaning mess. "can't even wait to get inside. you filthy one" he teased, slapping the other tit. you stiffened and panted "Konig.. do something about my wet pussy pleaseeeee, it's been so long without you.. it's been too lonely.." you begged, sweet to his ears.

"precious.. don't worry, i'll take care of you" he smirked, slowly rubbing your pussy that was indeed already wet. he took off his boxers, yanking your panties off in the process. "i missed you so much" he buried his head over your cunt, sniffing it and giving licks as his hands are jerking off his dick. "it misses you too" you said, lustful.

"gives it what it wants, will you Konig?" you said again, acting like an enticing woman he knows you are. he smiled at himself and tapped the head of his cock againts your moist pussy. he adjusts his body again, the car shaking. he holds your legs up on the headrest as he slowly inserted inside.

"oh fuck!" your hands pressed on the window for stability as you felt your pussy being spread wide open by his cock, the longing stretch that only he could achieve. Konig stilled himself for a moment, adjusting his legs as he starts fucking you. the car started to shake again as he went on a moderate pace where your tits are bouncing along with your sweet whimpers. "you're still tight as ever.. guess it hasn't been properly stretched, huh?" he scoffed, impaling into your oozing pussy. you were speechless, quiet moans and squeaks coming out as he picked up his pace.

"damn it.. need a bigger car.. so i could fuck you properly!" he grunted, grabbing your tits as he went rough on your poor pussy. "s-sorry.. saved some money to nngh! planning to buy a new one!" you whimpered between words as his pace went rough and deep, venturing into parts of your insides that you yourself didn't know existed. "really? i got some savings too, let's buy a bigger one yeah? we could do more of this if you want to" he smiled and bent over to capture your lips on a kiss. it was tender, erotic and sweet. his kiss was gentle but his thrusts were not as he pulled out just in time, spurting all over your stomach.

you rested your head while panting as he adjusted his position again "alright.. round two? we have to do it in the house though, my back hurts" he said as you chuckled.

#call of duty smut #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cod smut #cod fanfic #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig #kinktober entry ♡˖

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stinkyme · 1 year

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Hello! I made second part of this, thank you for the love you showed in the first part! It means a lot, truly! <3

First part:

Characters: Dazai, Jouno & Nikolai x GN!Reader

Format is a short scenario. :)

CW/TW: none, I think, GN!Reader and loving petnames

I hope you enjoy this and I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Also I don't know how to make hyperlink on my phone, bear with me :")

Little pranks on BSD men || BSD characters x Reader

Dazai

You had a rough morning, getting prepared for work and somehow everything was awfully wrong. You couldn't calm down your hair, you kept tripping and none of your clothes seemed to fit the way you wished it to. Somehow you pulled yourself together when your phone buzzed. A message.

Dazai: Can't wait to see you, heheheheee~

His message made you feel a bit better and as you were leaving bathroom, you got this amazing idea. Why not torment Dazai today? You packed a roll of toilet paper in your bag.

As you arrived to work, Dazai came up to you, giving you a kiss.

"Hellooooo darling, you finally came." he said in his usual, expressive and excited voice and you giggled, hugging him.

Luckily Dazai wasn't wearing a coat today.

He went to bother Kunikida, meanwhile you greeted rest of your coworkers. They were all piled in work, focused and trying to finish it up as fast as possible.

"Dazai, come here." you said in nonchalant voice; your usually all noticing boyfriend didn't have any idea about your plan and came up to you.

"You have some string here, let me cut it for you, turn around." he tried to see for himself but his eyes couldn't reach so he just turned around waiting for you to do your thing. He didn't really expected anything since you always did this sort of things for him.

You put your hand in your bag, saying how you are just looking for small scissors while pulling out a roll of toilet paper and scissors. You cut through nothing just for him to hear noise of scissors.

"Wait, your shirt is out, stay still." you ordered, pulling end of toilet paper into his shirt and then in his pants.

Yosano and Atsushi noticed and gave you questionable look. You just put fingers over your lips, smiling and they smiled back.

You've put roll on the floor by lowering yourself, 'cleaning his pants'.

"Oh not here, love, you are so naughty, did you just want to touch my butt?" Dazai teased. Couple of your coworkers giggled, meanwhile Kunikida gave him warning look.

"Ah, I am busted." you laughed.

"All done, now I wanted to show you something." you came to him, putting your arm under his, not letting him turn around and you walked with him all around the office, talking about some nonsense like how you should hang your pictures on walls, etc.

Dazai seemed invested in conversation and he loved doing anything just to skip work, just as much as you did.

Roll kept rolling, covering the floor, got wrapped around Kunikida's chair and that got his attention. Everyone else tried to keep in their giggles when Kunikida took a deep breath, adjusting his glasses.

"DAZAI YOU STUPID BASTARD! NOT ONLY YOU ARE A BANDAGE WASTING MACHINE, BUT TOILET PAPER TOO! STOP SLACKING OFF YOU LAZY ASSHOLE!" he was screaming out, Dazai was confused, you started laughing and everyone else just busted into laughter.

Dazai looked around and saw trail of paper and saw it was coming out of his ass basically. He looked at your flushed face, you were holding your tummy.

"Oh, I see, so you did this little dirty trick, how meaaaaaaaan~" Dazai whined out, but clearly entertained.

"Sorry, sorry, it was just a small prank. Sorry Kunikida, don't get mad." you brought your hands up as defence and to push your innocence.

"Get your asses back to work. Now." Kunikida ordered sharply, he was visibly ready to strangle you both. You got scared.

"Yes sir." you both said quickly and went to sit down opening up your laptops, not even cleaning behind a mess that was made.

(you did stay after work hours to do so, unfortunately)

Jouno

Jouno was a man who had a lot of courage. He wasn't easily scared, he could feel and sense anything. One day you were on your walk and saw a baby raccoon and your heart sank as you couldn't leave it there so you brought it home. You knew Jouno won't like this but who asked? You couldn't leave it alone and in cold. However, you decided to see how would he react, but...away from home. You fed your new family member, left it to sleep and you went to local café to be "safe" once Jouno meets new friend he didn't ask for.

Jouno came home and immediately felt something was wrong. You weren't here and he could hear weird, unfamiliar heartbeat. He slowly moved around the house, he could sense its presence was so...small? What the hell? Is this an ability?

"Come out you coward!" he yelled out.

"I know you are here, show yourself."

His "enemy" wasn't moving and he was confused. It was...on the couch? No. It just went under couch. What is going on? He immediately called you and you picked up, answering like everything is fine and you have no idea about an intruder..you brought in.

"Are you okay? There is something really weird going on and AAAAAAAAH!" Jouno screamed. His senses were too focused on you, he didn't sense little creature coming to him and jumping on his legs, hugging them tightly.

"THEY ARE TRYING TO CAPTURE ME! CALL REST OF HUNTING DOGS! NOW!" he yelled in your ear and started wiggling around to get off this criminal of his legs. You started laughing, tears coming to your eyes and your tummy hurting.

"Cap..capture you? Hahahahahahhhhahahahah"

Jouno kept twirling around, trying to hold his phone, yell at you and get this creature off of his legs.

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY TO YOU? ARE YOU INSANE?" he yelled out visibly overwhelmed and stressed.

"Okay, calm down, caaaalm down, it's not an intrudor, it's uh..um..well.." you tried explanining yourself.

Jouno then realized 'intrudor', 'criminal' and an 'enemy' stinks horribly. That and the fact it didn't move or harmed him.

"Is this..a child? It smells like shit dirty diaper. What is this?" Jouno asked you.

"Um..no, don't be mean Jouno..it's, heh, a baby raccoon.." you said hesitantly.

"A...baby.....raccoon....raccoon?" Jouno was in disbelief.

"What the hell Y/N? Why do we have a fucking raccoon in our house?" he asked.

"LOOK, I felt bad and it was freezing, I couldn't leave it outside, you would do the same!" you tried to convince him. He wasn't even bothered by the fact raccoon kept hugging him because he was so out of it.

"No, no, I wouldn't to the same. Or I would at least ask you before I bring home some hairy dumpster disgused as a raccoon. This dude stinks and I want to vomit. We won't keep him, no matter what." he said firmly.

"First of all, I will give Jouno Junior a bath.." you started but he cut you off.

"YOU NAMED HIM TOO? Jouno Junior?? That sounds insanely stupid Y/N." he was serious.

"Khm, it's Jouno Junior so his nickname can be JounJoun, I think it's cute! It sounds french and rich.." he cut you off again.

"No, it sounds like he is a local alcoholic who would get bullied by everyone how his parents didn't love him enough." Jouno said seriously. JounJoun still wrapped around his legs.

"Well, you would bully him because you are mean! I think it's lovely. Second of all...I think your coworkers would be thrilled to know how big, strong, brave Jouno was yelling like a little girl because he was captured..by a raccoon. Baby raccoon." you said firm but teasingly.

"..."

"We will discuss another name once you get home." Jouno said after some silence.

"Sounds good!" you started giggling.

Nikolai

You were bored, waiting for Nikolai to come home from a meeting, but you knew he had a mission right after. He worked a lot and you had understanding, but you wanted to entertain yourself.

You noticed that he left his cane behind and you got a little lightbulb moment.

You took the cane and decided to decorate it. You had plenty of stickers and some paint because you loved to be creative and constantly used those for either your notebooks, walls, letters and such.

You covered his cane in ducks, fairies, anime characters, barbie, bratz, clowns and some other animal stickers. It was fully covered, it looked horrifying and you remembered you had a rubber duck so you decided to glue it on handle of his cane in order for when you squeeze it, it lets out noise. You loved your craft and decided to wrap some long scarf around your neck so it looks like a coat, similar to his.

You painted your nose red and practiced for your role. You had so much fun, giggling and poking his decorated cane into air.

You heard door knob and took prideful stance.

"Sorry it took me so lo-..." Nikolai said as you loudly exclaimed.

"Squeak in front of me peasant!" you said and squeezed rubber duck that made squeaky noise.

"This place is too small for two clowns!" you playfully threatened him with a cane.

Nikolai's eyes scanned you. From your red nose, down to your self crafted outfit, over his freshly decorated cane. He was in shock for a second but started bursting in laughter right after.

"HAHAHAHA YOU ARE AMAZING, ABSOLUTELY AMAZING Y/N! WHAT A LOVELY SURPRISE, WHAT A SHOW TO ATTEND!" he was saying through laughter, coming closer to you to lift you up, moving in circles.

"You are a natural! I don't think I can win against you!" he laughed and put you down in front of him.

"So you are not mad?" you asked him guilty.

"You know..I ruined your cane.." you kept in apologizing voice.

"Ruined it? Don't be silly! You gave it more character! I absolutely love your creativity. You know, I have another one, you can make us matching ones." he smiled at you, stroking your head.

"Really?!" you said as your eyes got bright.

"Really!" he said back in excited voice and pulled you in for another hug.

The End :)

I hope you enjoyed and thank you once again! :)

Feel free to request if you want other characters to be added as well. :D

Thank you for reading! <3

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piracytheorist · 7 months

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Spy x Family Episode 27 thoughts!

We start with something very relatable

I love how the family just lets Bond lie on the couch. He takes up the entire space with how massive he is, and yet they allow him that. I love it.

I pretty much immediately read the respective manga chapter of this after I was done, and I've gotta say, before that I was very confused with what Bond was imagining. I don't think that the anime showed clearly what was going on.

Instead, I actually understood it when I read the manga, which made it pretty clear that he was confused by seeing only black in his vision, and then was trying to come up with ideas why this would happen.

Even as I rewatch the episode, I still think it wasn't made clear in the anime.

I love, however, how Bond could imagine that, for whatever reason, Yor would blindfold him in order to surprise him with something. And the way she would lead him there is adorable XD

A lot of adorableness in this episode in general, but then you hit right in the drama.

Like any research facility escapee, Bond fears he'll be found by the people who experimented on him and will be immediately executed. But...

THIS REALLY HAD NO BUSINESS BEING THIS FUNNY. Bond was right there getting traumatized and fearing for his life and I was actually laughing my ass off. The little butt-naked angels! Bond having a halo over his head! The drama of it all! I love it XD

Then I nearly damn cried when he went to look at the family pictures and THE FAMILY THEME PLAYED. MA BOI JUST WANTS A FAMILY 😭😭

I also love how he imagined Loid saying he lived happily. Bond has indeed found a place that makes him feel loved and safe and happy, and he knows that the family knows that. And the way he imagined Loid tearing up for him and understanding what a positive influence this family was on him is very important; Bond's mind may be simple than his human family's, but maybe exactly because of that he sees past the façades and the lies, and into his humans' souls.

And then he just resorts to the fact that he will die, and wants to go say goodbye 😢

I just realized that Bond understands Anya can read his mind! And only Anya. I don't know why it took me so long. Perhaps I had understood it but it never registered, lol

Gremlin Anya my beloved <3

Unless it was a new moon that day, it's amazing how focused Anya was on studying. Here was Bond with a face that practically said "Do the cool thing and read my mind!" and Anya was like "Nope. Homework." I immediately imagined it was a new moon day and she actually couldn't read his mind, but it may be a safe assumption that she's learning to control her power? Idk.

But then Bond sees that Yor will make an absolute horror of a dinner for him.

How is she so out of it that she doesn't realize the monstrosities she's creating. I love her.

I'm still trying to piece things together, though. There's a clear difference in visual between reality, vision, and Bond's imagination.

Bond thinks that he'll die by eating Yor's food; it's not a certain future.

This doesn't explain the black in Bond's vision, though. It could be a red herring, idk.

In any case, he takes Anya's words from their first days together very seriously, so he doesn't even attempt to say no to Yor's food.

And though we know Yor is way too sweet to even shout or give a stern look to someone because they disobeyed or made a mess, it also makes sense for Bond to immediately consider his mistake will be met with violence. He spent a significant amount of time of his adult dog life in the research lab, where the scientists abused him, hurt him and belittled him. Having trouble trusting a new environment is typical abuse victim behaviour. So even though he feels loved and protected there, his trauma can still rear its ugly head whenever disobedience is involved.

And so Bond finds the solution. Help Loid come home earlier from work so that he can cook food for him!

For all his intelligence, Bond's perception of "humans working" is still stuck on the times of when humans first domesticated dogs. He's like "human put spiky rock on wood and then hunt". How does one explain red tape and politics to a dog, either way XD

This screenshot has everything. Wild savanna background. Loid hunting with a prehistoric spear, all in his fancy suit and WISE pin getup. Heteronormative pigs. Comic sans font. 10/10

Bond runs out of the house and I immediately wondered why Yor didn't immediately run after him, before I remembered that she couldn't leave Anya home alone.

And thus, Bond's adventure in Berlint begins!

The hot dog vendor called Bond a stray and I'm like wow, stray dogs in Berlint must be in excellent shape if people see a dog with a massive white fur that's clean and smooth and don't immediately assume he lives in a house with two clean freaks.

Once again, the art style here is clearly showing that this is in Bond's imagination, which is more influenced by his traumatic experience in the lab than his actual experience with the Forgers. I almost felt it was unfair how Yor was portrayed in his imagination!

I felt so sad for him in the bridge! Boy just wanted some food that wouldn't kill him 🥺 and then I laughed my ass off.

What an absolute unit this dog is!

His adventures continue until he finally catches a whiff of Loid's scent and he's off to help his human!

And we have a truth serum in the world! That could be an awesome opportunity of a Chekhov's Gun! While in general the spy things happening seem to be rooted in the real world, Endo also takes the James Bond route sometimes and I would really like to see if that stuff actually has an impact in the story later on.

(As usual, I'm anime only, so don't spoil me for later developments in the manga!)

Bond finds his human, relieved he'll be given safe food tonight!

Bond starts leading Twilight down a clear path and I'm very, VERY interested by how Twilight reaches the conclusion that Bond wants revenge on the scientists who abused him.

And if you ask me, in the manga his expression looks even more sympathetic. Look at that worried brow there.

At least the anime didn't rob us of blushing Twilight this time *grumble grumble*

Bond doesn't understand one bit of what Twilight is saying, though. He just wants food.

It's classic Forger family misunderstanding and jumping to conclusions, but I feel it says a TON about Twilight's character, not only that he considered Bond would want revenge for how he (and the other dogs!) was abused, but also that he honoured that supposed wish of Bond and didn't try to change his mind. I mean, it also helped him in his mission, but this time "For the MissionTM" wasn't in his mind at all, at least regarding Bond.

I think it's the first time that this happens? That he brushes his "for the mission" aside and focuses on what his family wants - at least, consciously. He's been doing that from day one but I think this is the first time that he does it knowingly. It also helps that he knows Bond would never be able to report him as a spy so he doesn't mind being a little more open with him. Wow. It's amazing in how many ways this family gives this man opportunity to reach back into his emotions and self.

Anyway, yeah. I think it says a lot about how sympathetic Twilight is, how much he values justice and feelings of vindication, and also how he believes that Bond wanted revenge not only for himself, but for his fellow dogs too. And of course, how he then helped him get his supposed "revenge".

I mean, it's one of the few logical conclusions he can make with his limited intel at that moment, but still I find it interesting and very telling that this is the conclusion he settled on.

Again, Bond doesn't understand a word but he settles on a positive borf since that will make Twilight finally move his ass so he can finish early and come back home and cook for him.

BOI HUNGY

Twilight behind him like "But what about your revenge?!!"

Another small difference between manga and anime, as in the manga Twilight looks actually distressed about getting home late. In the anime he's just... "eh".

Like, make up your mind guys. Is he more emotional in the anime or no?

I'm using my Sundays in a very productive manner, you see, dunking on overworked and underpayed animators.

Bond has his vision of the staff coming back and Twilight saying he'll be late, and we see angry Yor in, once again, the "imagination" style.

This is not the real Yor. This is the Yor traumatized Bond makes up.

Maybe, in a way, he doesn't understand that Yor's horrible cooking is 100% unintentional. When we see his flashbacks in episode 15, the people there threw some horrible-looking mush at him to eat and told him to be thankful for it, too. So he probably correlates food of bad quality with bad intentions, so it could be a reason why he imagines Yor being so cruel to him.

This. Was. Hilarious. I don't know if it's Anya's influence on him, but it was amazing to see him do something that a hardened spy like him would consider childish and yet be so effective in what he wanted to do 😂 Also, boy doesn't even try to hide? T. as in Twilight/Tasogare? How is this man a spy I swear to god

Action! Bond beating the shit out of the bad guys! Loved it!

Despite the very serious implications of a truth serum being developed and used, we don't get to see Twilight's thoughts about it. Truth serums, if effective, could be detrimental for people like him, especially when fallen into the wrong hands. Of course, simply destroying their samples wouldn't do, as they could simply make more, so he doesn't bother with more than just one vial needed for WISE's analysts. I wonder if we'll get to see more of that in the future.

Bond's vision clears, and he gets to see the real way Yor would react.

This warmed my heart no joke 🥺

Anya looks very curious in the background, and I wonder if that's her face as she reads into Bond's mind, or if she's curious exactly because it's a new moon and she can't read his mind and is trying to imagine what could have happened. I need to know!!

(I don't. Don't spoil me if it's revealed - though I doubt there's that much more to be revealed about this chapter XD)

This man really invested in Bond's revenge huh. He just made it up in his mind and then went like "He got his revenge! I'm so happy for him!" Whatever floats your boat, dude.

Speaking of floating boats...

I don't have that much to say about the second part of the episode, other than a couple parts here and there.

I'm still not even close to liking Damian but I cannot imagine the kind of emotional abuse this six-year-old must have gone through to hear "do not shame your family" and take it as fucking praise, my GOD. I don't like the kid and I'd be a lousy parent but even I would treat him better than that.

As I've said before, there's a lot of personal trauma that rises to the surface whenever Damian is involved - especially after seeing how some fans tend to completely dismiss how much of a bully he is - and I was actually dreading this part, but it managed to hit some good spots. His friendship with Ewen and Emile still needs work, but the way they purposefully threw away their free day and angered Henderson - who by the way, got their intentions from the first moment and was like are you serious - all because they didn't want Damian to be alone was really heartwarming. If they caught Henderson in a bad day they could easily risk a Tonitrus, and I think that's something Damian will have to appreciate at some point. Maybe not immediately, but he'll get there. What this boy needs is not to be tapped in the back and told "Your trauma justifies bullying the girl you have special feelings for", but to be told he's valued as a person and not for how much he fulfills his father's expectations.

Mr. Green is a SUPER interesting guy!! He's funny and down to earth and sympathetic and he gave this parched anime-only some political commentary finally MY GOD

DEFECTING TO THE WEST YOU SAY

The fact that defecting has taken a code name speaks to how much of a common yet covert practice it is. The boys immediately fear that they will be sold off to Westalis, same way George Glooman feared that when he thought his dad's company had gone bankrupt. Then they ask why someone would even leave Ostania and Mr. Green is like "Well we have a beautiful night sky!" I don't know if he was being sarcastic, but I absolutely love how we got that insight into how deep nationalistic propaganda runs in Ostania, especially from the point of view of three innocent, very privileged but also sheltered kids.

"Why would someone flee" well for starters there's this thing called surveillance--

The lake was indeed beautiful!

So beautiful it even touched Damian and not only had him break through his very disciplined upraising and he admitted he is enjoying the sight, he also laughed like the kid he is. I gotta admit this touched me.

Look, as I said, I have a lot of personal feelings and traumatic experience that influence the way I see Damian. I don't hate him and I want him to be better... I just feel really uncomfortable whenever people try to act like his bullying isn't that bad, or is justified, or even isn't bullying at all. And no matter my efforts, seeing fans talk about Damian like that has influenced me negatively to the point where I have to consciously try to not hate him. I understand that all of those fans have read the manga and those developments I see now are years-old news to them by now, but I still feel there's a very big space between what I see and what that part of the fandom sees. I don't need to see an episode where Damian relaxes and gets a little in touch with the kid he still is to understand he deserves better. But I also don't think him doing that undoes the emotional damage he inflicts upon Anya. He can be a bully, and he can be a victim, both at the same time. I'm just saying... if you're someone who will jump to his support whenever you hear takes like mine... maybe take a moment to think if you're putting your feelings over a fictional character over the feelings of a real person who is still carrying scars from having been bullied as a kid.

Yeah, that got a little personal, I'm sorry. But I'm not here to make objective analysis and I'm probably the only anime-only here talking about the story in such depth. I just wanted to make my stance clear, that's all.

#Spy x Family #sxf meta #sxf reaction

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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the bracelet was so good ! i was wondering if you were going to make a pt 2 maybe with some drivers reactions ?

ty! ofc i will <;3 PART ONE MASTER LIST

arthur leclerc x fem!reader

The bracelet {two}

synopsis; Arthur's lucky bracelet was found on his sworn enemy's wrist after her extreme crash, what do people think?

warnings; 18+ S M U T, edging, unprotected sex, oral!male receiving, swearing, orgasm denial!male

Buried in the mountain of comforters, pillows, blankets and duvets, you felt your mum's hand brush your face softly.

"Mama, I promise you I'm fine." You whined, getting hot and feeling sticky against the layers.

"No Y/N, you are not fine mijn lieveling. I saw you come out of the fire so you need to rest." Her Dutch accent prominent, as she turns around to see Max and your dad walk in.

"Sophie, she's fine. The champ walked out without harm." Your dad beamed proudly, much to your mother's tutting dismay.

You looked down onto your phone and checked the F3 group chat as you haven't been on there since the crash.

F3 FUCKERS

Bearman

UHM Y/N WEARING ARTH'S BRACELET!?

Colapinto

Holy shit !?

Saucy

Congrats Arth, u did it bud

The messages didn't end from everyone talking and sending clips of the crash, as well as the paparazzi pictures of the bracelet. You decided to send a message for peace of mind.

F3 FUCKERS

Yes, you're all correct to worship me because

of my cool crash.

{Y/N has sent an attachment.}

You sent a picture of the bracelet on your wrist just to stir things up, you liked the overreactions from them. As you slowly saw all of them open the picture, the notifications wouldn't stop rolling in as you smile at your phone.

"Well since she's fine I guess I can ask the question of; why the hell is Arthur Leclerc's bracelet on your wrist?" Max butts in, getting increasingly mad at the end of his question.

Your eyes widened as he carefully takes your wrist, analysing the bracelet.

"He gave it to me. So I wouldn't get into another accident." You said blankly, not to arouse suspicion.

"That's very kind of him sweetie." Sophie said politely, exiting the room with Jos behind her.

They were more focused on Max's career, with him being in F1 they found to prioritise him more. You didn't mind it, as you didn't have as much pressure with their peery eyes, and they didn't recognise apprehensive things like you and Arthur.

"Even though mama and pa don't know how weird this is, I do as I pay attention to who you're with in paddocks. You and Arthur hate each other, why has he given you his beloved bracelet?" Max conspired, sitting down next to you on your bed.

"Did you see the article about Arthur punching a reporter?" You spoke, watching as Max slowly nodded his head. "He did it for me, there's a video somewhere of him asking me creepy questions and he helped me."

"So he's doing my job of protecting you?" He shot, taking offense.

"Max, I'm 19. And us hating each other was a huge misunderstanding, he explained that he actually likes me but the same reporter spread lies about me to him." You explained, rambling on.

"Wait, wait. He likes you? Snoepje, there is no way that's happening." He ignored the vital context behind the potential relationship and took the affirmative role of the over protective older brother.

"Well isn't it good for you that we don't live together anymore, and I'm an adult." You teased, sticking your tongue out to annoy him.

"I can stay here as long as necessary, maybe even live here part time whilst we're both in race season and I can-" He drawls, finding an excuse to split you two apart, as you tune his voice out.

The notification buzzed against your arm, like a victory tune to escape Max.

Arthur Leclerc

Still on for tonight? :)

You smiled in the spotlight of your phone screen, thinking of how to reply before the phone gets snatched out of your grasp.

"You're going out with him?" He dramatically gasps, as he starts frolicking around your room in shock.

"Give me back my phone!" You shout, jumping up from the bed to chase him.

"Ahhh! Mama she's hurting me!" He shrieks, instantly giving you memories from when you used to live together as kids and constantly bicker.

You managed to corner him and snatch the phone back, smiling victorious. He prances off to tell Mama and Pa that you were meeting him, telling on you like an 8 year old would.

Arthur Leclerc

Still on for tonight? :)

Yep! Where we going?

You anxiously wait for a response, as you hear the echoes of Max complaining to Mama and Pa.

Arthur Leclerc

Still on for tonight? :)

Yep! Where we going?

Le Louis XV-Alain Ducasse, I'll pick you up at 7.

'Holy shit. That's one of the fanciest restaurants in Monaco, and he's taking me there for a first date?' You thought to yourself, how rich is he?

Arthur Leclerc

See you then. ;)

It was already 4, so you headed straight into the shower and started getting ready for the night.

You decided to wearing a stunning silk gown in which the bodice was a corset. It wasn't too casual, but not too much for a first date which you found perfect.

Clipping the backing of your earring, you hear the doorbell ring to which your mother immediately jumps at.

"Ms Kumpen, it's a pleasure to see you." You heard Arthur's deep voice say from the other room, probably followed with a handful of hugs.

You walk out into the living room just as Pa was introducing himself.

"Good evening Cherie." Arthur greets, taking your hand and kissing the top of it gracefully as you blush.

"Good evening." You hushed, smiling like a schoolgirl.

"I got flowers for you and your mother." He said before turning around, and gracing the both of you with two huge bouquets from the best florist in Monte Carlo.

"Thank you so much Arth." You praised, you and your mother pulling him into a hug.

"Alright, Leclerc too much touching." Max says, bursting in from some room.

"Max, pleas-" You tried to stop him, embarrassed.

"No. You hurt her Leclerc, I swear to God you better start prayi-" He threatened, mean whilst Arthur looked unphased.

You clung onto Arthur's arm, backing him into the apartment hallway.

"Alright, we're gonna go, bye!" You rushed, making a beeline to elevator.

"Okay, we're going back to the hotel! Have fun!" Mama called out.

You made some polite small talk as you walk into the grand reception of your apartment complex, the large chandelier casting great mood lighting before you walk out into the swarm of paparazzi flashes.

"Y/N, are you and Arthur dating now?"

"What happened to hating each other?"

You managed to escape the questions right as Arthur opened his car door for you and driving off.

"You look beautiful, mon ange." He admits, resting his large hand on your thigh.

"You look pretty handsome yourself." You laugh, watching as his other hand calmly steers alone.

His thumb slowly circled your thigh, watching as you bit your lip in anticipation.

"Don't bite your lip. That's my job." He spoke, winking as he watched your cheeks blush a deep red.

'So, this is the mood for the night? No problem.' You thought to yourself, conjuring up lots of different plans on how he'll be yours by the end of the night.

"Yeah? Will I get to see you do that job?" You tease, watching as he lost focus of the road ahead, and looked you straight in the eyes.

"A true gentleman never says." He met your level, still looking at you as he gradually sped up on the road.

His suit fit him perfectly, his shirt hiding his perfectly sculpted abs as you could see the veins that were adorning his hand gliding up and down your thigh.

"Eyes on the road, playboy." You broke eye contact, looking ahead of you to see some oncoming traffic.

"Do you not trust me?" His accent stated, low and powerful.

"I do, but not when you're not looking at the road." You said, looking at him to realise he never stopped analysing you.

He swerved the car in front of him perfectly, as your breath hitches. You grabbed the hand that was resting on your thigh, as he looked back onto the road to ease your worries.

"Is that how you impress all the girls that come into your car?" You giggled, wondering if you were right or not.

"No. They don't get treated like you do, you're different than them and I can feel that." He confessed, right as he pulled up to the valet, leaving you speechless.

He opened the door for you and held your hand out, muttering an incoherent word of gratitude for the man taking the keys.

"Good evening sir, do you have a reservation with us?" The woman behind the desk spoke, pushing her chest forward as she played with her hair.

"Leclerc. 7 o'clock." He said stiffly, looking at his watch for the time.

"Okay Mr Leclerc, I'll be with you in a second to bring you to your table." She got up slowly, winking at him, completely dismissing that you were next to him.

Her attempt at seducing him was pathetic, swinging her hips as she went to the waiter. You shot her a glance that could kill, as Arthur laughs.

"Jealous there, Amor?" He smiled proudly, snaking a hand around your waist as he pulled you in close.

"Nope." You denied, remaining stubborn as the receptionist came back and asked the two of you to follow her.

"Your waiter will be with you shortly, enjoy." She put a hand on Arthur's shoulder before walking off.

You scoff, thinking it's unbelievable to do such a thing in front of you.

The waiter eventually came as you both ordered some wine, to which Arthur argued and got one of the most expensive bottles in the restaurant.

"Should I start expecting a second date here Mr Leclerc?" You joked, swirling the wine glass with the magical alcohol.

"You should start expecting hundreds more." He laughed, drinking some wine out of his glass, as you both waited for your meals.

"I'll have to thank you some way for this then." You teased, taking the risk as you glide your foot onto his leg, watching his breath hitch.

"I think you've already got your own idea hm?" He breathed out, struggling to concentrate under your touch.

"I can think of a couple ways." You said seductively, as you both began to play footsies under the table like 15 year olds.

Your meals arrived, expensive and of course tiny, but you didn't mind if you were getting into some funny business later.

"Arth?" You grab his attention as you both finish your dinner, taking a sip of wine.

"Hmm?" He hums, looking at you with adoration in his eyes.

"How about we skip dessert here, and you can have it at your apartment?" You suggest cautiously, holding his hand to make sure your insinuations have gotten across clearly.

You watched as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his cheeks become a cute wine stain as his freckles stood out amongst it.

"Oh shit, absolutely. Can I get the cheque?" You giggled as he hurries the waiter over and pays straight away, despite you wanting to split it.

"No time for splitting when we have something more important to attend to." He rushed, calmly getting you inside the car and hopped over to get the keys from the valet.

He once again had his protective hand on your thigh whilst speeding down the Monegasque highway. You watched as his hand slowly got higher and higher, before you put a stop to it.

"Oh, sorry. Are you sure you want to do this?" He immediately recoils, thinking he did something wrong.

You just hum a hushed 'mhm', before putting a hand directly on the growing tent in his trousers.

He gulped loudly, letting you slowly unzip his trousers and pulling down the waistband of his boxers to reveal his hard cock, standing tall.

He smirks as he feels you stop in shock, his ego definitely getting a boost. To stop him from getting the confidence up even more, you run your thumb over his slit, immediately hearing him gasp slightly.

His cock pulsated as you took it in your mouth, leaning over the console area of the car. You took all that you could of him in your mouth, using your hand to satisfy whatever left as you slightly gagged.

Pulling back up, you spat on his cock, working your hand up and down, feeling the veins flex against your palm. You go back down, feeling him take a hand in your softly and guide you.

"Merde, tu vas si bien mon amour." You heard him whimper, as he carried on murmuring sweet nothings in French.

"Je suis si proche putain.." He started loosing attention on the road as you were pleasuring him so well, that you decided to pull up.

He was close, and made it abundantly clear as his tip started leaking small drops of precum. You leaned back into your seat, and straightened your dress, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"I was close Amor, why tease me like this?" He complained, looking at his throbbing cock in desperation.

"You can wait till we're home." You teased, loving the control.

"That's pretty unfair, no? Just you wait to see how I'll handle you." He said lowly, and that got you pretty excited as he zipped himself back up.

Arriving at the apartment he opened the door for you into the living room, immediately picking you up into the bedroom.

"Arth, put me down!" You laughed, him carrying you like a piece of paper.

"We'll see who's whimpering now." Dropping you gently on the bed, he took off your heels and starting kissing his way around your body, finishing by kissing you directly.

Unzipping your dress, he revealed an amazing set of red lace lingerie you put on just in case, as you internally thanked yourself.

"Even got my colour on for me huh?" He licked his lips, taking his shirt off and flexing his delicious muscles. As he took off his clothes and was left in his boxers, he sat on the bed and pulled you directly on top of him.

He pulled you in for a kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as he won, with you moaning into his mouth, only getting him more excited.

You grinded against his erection, as he pulled away from your mouth and attacked your neck, finding your sweet spot straight away as he started marking his girl. Sucking and biting, he left a nice bruise just to show everyone who's you were.

He flipped you over, caging you in with his veiny arms as he kissed your breasts, sucking on your nipples as he went further and further down.

"You want this right ange?" He asked again, making sure you completely approved.

"Mhm, so shut up and fuck me." You were desperate, watching as he immediately ripped off your panties, chucking them away as they were in shreds.

"Arthhh, they cost so much!" You whimpered, watching as he looked at you with a blank expression.

"It was worth it for this view. I'll buy you every lingerie store in Monte Carlo for all I care." He blurted, leaning over to his wallet.

You watched confused, wondering what he was doing, until he pulled out a silver packet and his debit card.

"Pin is 2957." He snarled, slotting the card into your bra as he opens the condom packet.

You looked at him shocked, but your mouth truly dropped when he quickly inserted his thick and lengthy cock directly into you, without warning. You both moan out at the stretch, feeling every inch slowly go in.

"Ohh shit." You moan out, as he slams back into you, watching as his eyes shut.

"Tu es si serré." He groaned out, as he flipped you over into doggy, smacking your ass before he set a steady pace with his cock slamming into your wet cunt.

He started going harder and harder as you couldn't keep your moaning under control, hearing the headboard slam against his wall.

"I'm so close Arth." You squealed out, as his balls smacked against you fast and hard.

You felt his hand snake around your stomach with his long fingers rub your clit in just the right way. You felt yourself let go, as your legs shook uncontrollably, gracing you with the best orgasm you'd ever had.

"Let it go, ma belle." He said, fucking into you faster than imaginable.

Squeezing your eyes shut you could see stars, as you could feel his thrusts becoming sloppier. Your hole pulsated against his cock, as you turned around and let him cum in your mouth.

His cum splattered on your tongue in sporadic bursts, as he moaned your name. Looking at you on your knees with his cum in your mouth, he couldn't control himself.

You licked it all up with your one finger, making eye contact with him as you lay back against his bed. He got up and got a towel and cleaned both of you up immediately.

"Shit, that was so good Cherie." He praised you, as he passed you one of his tops before getting under the duvet.

"I could say the same Artie." You hushed out, your eyes getting heavy as he pulls you in to spoon you.

He hugs you from behind and doesn't let his arm move from where he's draped it over your stomach, protectively.

A/N; i havent checked this over so hopefully it's alright lmao, don't think ive written the smut too well but if you want me to change anything or add something on then message me!

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 4 months

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motion picture soundtrack - ghouls headcanon

in honor of winter season, i started thinking about what the ghouls would do if you took them all ice skating!

also i felt bad because i havent written anything since my birthday which was a month ago so have this

enjoy!

warnings/things to note: gender neutral reader, other than that nothing! :)

masterlist.

Sodo hates the cold. He's very grumpy and pouty about the idea, complaining the whole way there. He gets there and immediately wants to leave.

(He's also probably the reason why you chose to rent a private party because he may or may not want to chuck the skates at someone's face if they looked at him funny)

Can't skate. Hates it. Constantly clinging onto the walls and the little walker for dear life every time he's on the ice.

He cried the first time he fell down, and when you went to help him back up, he dragged you down with him because he's a little shit.

chugs all the hot chocolate after he's done. Also chucks the skates away from his feet and steals your fluffy socks because he's a wuss when it comes to the cold.

Rain is a natural. It's his favorite winter sport. He gives Sodo a mini lesson in the basics of maneuvering on the ice and offers his arm to anyone who can't/doesn't know how to skate.

Definitely will dress for the occasion. Thinking maybe like Yuzuru Hanyu's costumes or something similar.

Will offer to teach you a few tricks for pairs skating, and depending on your own skill level, will ask to do a death spiral with you.

However, if you fall, he's instantly on his knees next to you and checking for serious injuries. Will never forgive himself if you're injured from one of his favorite sports.

One time, when he thought no one was looking, he purposely belly flopped and laid on the ice like a penguin and licked the ice right after the ice resurfacer laid a fresh coat and there were still puddles of water on the ice. Unfortunately, you were indeed looking, and he bolted straight to the bathroom out of embarrassment.

Swiss is also terrible at ice skating, but he's open to try a few tricks to try to impress you. His balance isn't the greatest, and you can't help but chuckle when he fell trying to land an axel and finger-gunned you with his signature smile.

Will do a couple laps around the rink trying to play tag with you and Rain, however instead of tagging either of you, he tags Sodo and giggles like a madman.

Always wants to touch you somehow. Not in a sexual way, he just can't skate very well. So expect him to cling to your hand, arm, waist, shoulders, etc.

If you do lap him, he will playfully slap your butt. Because he's Swiss, of course. One time he tried and missed, and he ended up hitting Rain as he was preparing to jump for a double toeloop and ended up knocking all three of you down. Rain was pissed.

His eyes instantly dart to the zamboni/ice refresher and wants to drive it. He maybe also tried flirting with the worker in charge of it and possibly got to sit on it.

Poor Mountain. They don't have skates in his shoe size. The closest thing is a half size smaller than usual, which is really painful. So he only goes on the ice for about ten minutes then sits back down.

When he is on the ice, however, he's always holding your hand. He even gave you his scarf and beanie once he noticed how pink your nose and cheeks were getting.

He takes a lot of photos of you and your smile. Also has a lot of photos of Rain mid-jump, and chuckles at the face he made while doing so.

Buys everyone hot chocolate and a few candy canes, however the hot chocolate is demolished by Sodo. He's not really that upset, just disappointed because he was really looking forward to it.

When you get back, you make him is own special mug of hot chocolate with peppermint whipped cream and candy cane bits to cheer him up. He pulls you in a big bear hug as a thank-you.

Phantom is okay at ice skating. Not really his favorite, but he's really curious about how it really works, and ends up researching a few tricks to try and learn on his own.

Somehow hacked the speakers and got them to play Cigarettes After Sex as you guys skated. Poor thing wants to be romantic but is still clinging to the walls because he's scared of falling.

Might need help lacing up the skates, only to find out that he has the wrong size. Apparently he thought he was two sizes bigger than he actually is. (It wasn't entirely his fault, he got really nervous telling the employee)

Always cuddles with you on the benches. Also takes photos of the both of you and makes it his wallpaper on his phone.

If you ever need a break, he's the first to offer water, tea, coffee, snacks, anything. He'll even split a hot chocolate with you while Sodo's too busy trying not to fall on the ice.

Cirrus is also pretty good at skating. She sticks with Cumulus and Aurora and the three of them skate around the rink twirling each other and will even offer to let you join them.

She crocheted the girls matching scarves and the boys matching beanies, but since you're special, she made you both in your own unique color so you stand out.

She also managed to sneak in a few snacks of her own. Well, snacks being cake pops from Starbucks.

Takes a bunch of photos and spends half an hour posting each one because she wants to edit them to match her aesthetic. They turn out adorable, though.

I have a headcanon that all the ghouls are huge fans of Star Wars, so she will probably want to reenact the duel of Mustafar, even though you guys are on ice and not lava..

Cumulus is the mom friend and makes everyone take a Hot Hands packet, even bringing a separate bag just for them.

Also takes a bunch of photos, but posts them no matter how they turn out. She just wants people to see how happy everyone is in the moment.

Poor girlie can't skate, but she tries her hardest either way. She loves going backwards once she learns how, but ends up bumping into you by accident.

You two fall in the middle of the rink, but you're both giggling to each other and just lay there for a while before either Rain or Cirrus comes over to check on you guys.

Also scolds Sodo for hogging all the hot chocolate, but it's because she wanted to share some with you. You promise that you two can share another hot drink instead, and she cheers up.

Aurora, being the pretty princess that she is, shows up in her blingy skating costume that inadvertently matches Rain's. Thank goodness it's a private party session or else she'd never beat the dating allegations.

Always takes a break every 20 minutes to drink water and scolds the boys for forgetting to bring water bottles of their own. She will share with you, not caring about the germs.

Makes Mountain take a bunch of photos of you two, along with her and the other ghoulettes for the photo album she's making. She repays him by buying him a candy cane.

Will twirl you around on the ice, dancing along to the music when it's not playing whatever Phantom's playlist had. She'll even dance with Swiss until she realizes he can't skate and ditches him to dance with you.

Poor girl is so tired by the end of it that she falls asleep on the bench before you all leave, and you and Cumulus pick her up and carry her to the car.

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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This took me 5ever because my brain still hurts! sorry it sucks!!!

"Can you not smoke right now?"

Zeke pulls an even longer drag, pulling away to let the smoke seep from between his bared teeth. The sidewalk outside his apartment is empty besides you two and a collection of trashcans waiting for the morning. Even without summer heat, the stench is almost papable, hanging in the back of your throat.

"When did you become my fucking mother?" He flicks the butt to the ground and crushes it between his dark heel and the pitted concrete. He jams his hands into his pockets, shoulders hunched like the hackles on a dog, ready to bite.

Time may have sharpened his teeth, but it's done the same to yours.

"If I was your mother-" You pause, picking words you know you'll regret. This was supposed to be peaceful, and yet you're willingly starting a war- "I would have abandoned you years ago."

Zeke scoffs. Not a strong enough reaction to satisfy the worst part of you.

"Oh. sorry-- if I was your mom I would have sent you to military school and then abandoned you, right?"

Zeke looks up at you from over his glasses, eyes narrowed into slits. His jaw flexes, muscles working as he grits and simmers.

"God, you're such a cunt." His voice is tempered- a sign you hit the exposed nerve he never let heal. After a couple of breaths, something that always fuels the fire instead of calming him, the man straightens. "You'd be a shittiest mom."

Zeke grinds his heel into the ashes again. "And I know shitty moms, don't I?"

Usually, you could shrug his insults off, but this one sticks. He doesn't know yet, how all those tests came back positive, how the doctor gave you tiny pictures of the blob that's growing inside you.

You knew sleeping with your ex was a bad idea, you just didn't think the regret would be so physical.

"No, I wouldn't." The crack shocks him more than you.

"Are you fucking crying?" Zeke softens just a bit, more confused than anything else. You're horrified to realize he's right- tears have begun to bubble down your cheeks. You try to hide behind your hands, but the damage is done; he finds your arm, holding you by the crook of your bow as he dips to your height. "Hey, stop. Stop that. What are you doing?"

He takes your hands into his, manhandling your face free so he can see you properly. You forget that he's pretty under that personality, with deep set blue eyes and tussled blonde hair. His beard is no longer pure brown, but dusted with flecks of grey towards his temples. When he looks at you, it still feels like you're 16, talking to a boy that might love you.

"You've gone soft on me, girl," he clicks his teeth, affect still flat.

But you're not 16. You're fifteen years older than that, talking to a man who broken your heart too many times. The thought of him loving you no longer fills you with butterflies, but something heavier, the sinking feeling of lead in your gut.

"Zeke..."

He's hurt you and you've returned the favor, over and over again. Sometimes by accident, most of the time on purpose.

"What's wrong with you? You never cry over this shit." He throws in a shrug, "Why do you care about being a mom all or a sudden?"

Hands still held away from you, its all you can do to sniffle. As he waits, Zeke's face slowly drops as he thinks, paging through micro-expressions.

His eyes widen. He knows.

"Why do you care about being a mom all of a sudden?" he repeats, much more serious than before.

He knows and yet he waits for you to tell him otherwise.

"I'm pregnant."

The news hits him physically. Zeke recoils, dropping your arms to clutch at his hair, palms digging into his temples.

"Shit. Shit, that's-- it's--" He clears his throat. "It's mine?"

He knows you haven't been dating anyone else; the second anyone gets close, Zeke's there, dragging you back into his mess and back into his bed. That's what happened last month. That's how this happened.

"Yeah, it's yours. Unfortunately."

"Don't. Don't play like that right now." Zeke's head snaps to face you, lips curled in disgust. "I'm trying not to lose my fucking mind and I can't have you fucking insulting me-"

A sob you weren't expecting escapes you. The cocktail of hormones and stress has left you brittle, leaving you crumbling in its wake.

"I'm s-s-sorry," you hiccup, clutching at your face again, "I know you hate me-"

"Stop crying," he says, coming back to you. "I didn't say that, stop crying."

"Jesus Christ, it's fine." With a barely there tremble, Zeke wraps his arms around you and sighs. The wool lapel of his coat digs into your nose harder as he pulls you tighter, a semblance of real affect there. "I'm here, it's fine, it's fine. Just calm down."

"I don't know what I'm going to do," you whimper through hiccups and sniffles, wiping your face on his coat.

"Breathe or else you're gonna pass out." Zeke pats your back, stroking up and down in the way he knows you like. "You're being crazy. Is this really the end of the world?"

You scowl into him. "Fu-fuck you, you're such an asshole."

"There's my girl, there's my spitfire." Zeke presses his lips into the crown of your head, surprisingly chaste and sweet. He does it again, then again, arm locked around your shoulders and chin pressed into your forehead. After a long moment of being locked to him, he begins to sway, pressing one leg against yours to force you backwards. The give and take guides you, pushing you towards his place.

The shuffle is awkward and slow, but the man never lets you part from him, even as he struggles with the lock. You try not to let it comfort you, you try not to fall for him again, but his breath against the crown of your head sends chills down your spine.

Maybe he loves you, deep down somewhere.

The apartment is dark, illuminated by flashes and thrums of light. Eren is sprawled on the couch, headset half off of his head. He barely looks up from his game, throwing a nod your way. You nod back and hope the dim hides your tears.

"Oh, hey." The young adult pushes his mic out of this face, "Z, are we still going to order pizza, or-?"

Zeke shoots him a look.

"Alright, I'll fucking order it, damn."

You're quickly ushered back to Zeke'a room. It looks how it always does- clean, if not barren. You're finally let go, Zeke's arm falling away as you shuffle towards the bed. The man is already rummaging through his closet, pulling out the two extra pillows he keeps there for you.

"Lay down." He joins you there, puffing up the down and piling them the way you like. When you don't immediately obey, he gestures towards it, almost urgent, "Come on."

The conversation you need to have dies on your lips. Both of you stand there, the sound of Eren's game permeating through the thin walls. Tears still stain your cheeks, but the hysteria seems to have stopped for now.

"You want to have it, don't you?" Zeke says.

You nod.

"I figured. You always wanted a kid." The blonde flops down on to the mattress and you follow, spread out of what used to be your side. maybe it still is. "Just didn't think it'd be my kid."

"You don't have to be involved, Zeke."

His boots are muddied at the heels, staining the practically pristine comforter with red clay. Your own shoes aren't much better; the laces are undone and soggy, trailing halfway to the floor.

"I'm not a dead beat." His hand finds yours and squeezes. "I'm a shitbag, but I'm not a dead beat. I'll be here."

That doesn't mean anything. There's no plan, no certainty, no promises- but it makes you feel better regardless. Zeke has never been a good man, but he's always been good to you when it mattered the most.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" he says.

"I think it's a genderless blob of cells right now." you reply, "So it probably looks just like you."

He shoots you a look, not unlike the one he gave Eren.

"You can laugh now, but you're going to be irate when our child looks more like me than you."

Zeke'a hand squeezes tighter and you squeeze back.

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peachywritesstuff · 1 year

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Imma say my thoughts/opinions on the situation and then imma bounce off of tumblr for a hot minute.

First thing I would like to say is that I am staying NEUTRAL. GRAY.SWITZERLAND. IN.THE.MIDDLE. and my thoughts will explain WHY I am remaing neutral. I am not someone who is faking just so I can secretly defend Percy.THAT IS NOT THE CASE!!!

#1. The slur

It's pretty obvious that he said it's clear as a blue sky. I frankly don't know the c-word or know what it means but I have learned that is somthing revolving around Canada and how it's very normalized to say which is sad.

#2. The r- /sa allegations

I am going to try my best to be sensitive as possible with my words with this part.This is where I am very lost. 1. I saw someone say (dont remember who) that dates don't matter when they come to victims coming out with sa or r- but they do. Especially if its a celebrity. This isn't just regular twitter drama this is something very serious that has a lot of 'evidence' (I will explain why I put that in air quotes) And at this rate authorites have(or will) already gotten involved and if this goes into to court they will ask for dates this occurred and if they can't be properly backed up that lead to something else like defamation. No amount of times I re-read all the tweets with all the pictures and text messages will make me feel any less lost. Yes everything is there and it makes Percy look like a very bad person but at the same time....it's all so blended together?? Idk how to explain it. Some of the text messages that i have seen is to fumbled and mushed together like I'm lost with all the ages this happened and apparently Canada has the 5 year law relating to minors???

#3. The nudes

Some of them honestly look like he took them when he himself was a minor which kinda sucks for everybody else who had been spreading his nudes (actual nudes) everywhere on Twitter. Still doesn't make it ok for him to send them to minors ( allegedly)it ALSO doesnt make it ok to release his all over the internet. Because that looks bad for the people spreading them becuase 1. Someone from Percy's team is watching. Do yall not think they are ignoring this? With so much out already I highly doubt they are. They will find people spreading his nudes around just because no words have been spoken to us doesn't mean nothing is happening. And if I wanna butt in this part the ones with him on the toilet and bed honestly look like some teenage boy doing something stupid. However we don't know the context behind those nudes just one where he took a shit at his new apartment (which that one really looks like he was being really stupid but who uses the bathroom naked?????)

#4. Him staying silent is guilt.

This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. He isn't saying anything until he has a lawyer and his team can make up a proper statement. That situation is out of his hands now he no longer has control over his social media.

#5. The 'Evidence'

I will explain why i put evidence in quotations. Half of the evidence is coming from anonymous,and faceless accounts which will be useless in court becuase they cannot verify if they already have them printed out they cannot know who wrote those allegations. If they find the person who wrote those allegations this is a chance they dont want to testify and if those people are real or not. Being a faceless account in a situation like this is kind of iffy but I can get why you don't want people to know you said that stuff. The evidence keeps changing every hour and one minute is this but then actually it's this or wait it's that.

I am trying to think from the pov of the victims and I would honestly be terrified of thousands of people coming at me asking all types of questions but everything is all over the place. The right thing for the victims to do is to step away from social media, sit down and organize everything and make sure everything they have can fall back on something. What is on Twitter is just..... evidence thrown up together.

#6.the vicims

I have been looking on Twitter and learned the victims are acting....odd? Not all of them. One of them made a tiktok about how they canceled a Netflix star in 9 days into 2023 and another one commented "yeah we did that". Idk about yall but that's weird. Sounds like their flexing??? You don't flex about a rapist. Especially with what they did to you.

Next, one of them threaten another person saying she will find where she live and for her saftey she better leave her alone. But then she tweets how she was going to (legally) do it but they messages she sent to the girl was coming off very threatening. She wasn't threatening to kill idk why people are thinking that but she was threatening the girl and she was obviously going to do something. She claims the person was spaming her but the person supposedly spaming her said she was just saying Percy was innocent. Idk if she said that in one text or multiple. I get how she was angry I really do but the way she pharsed it only made herself look more bad.

Third, the same girl(victim) from the pervious paragraph has tweeted in the past about Wednesday and has talked about it not about Percy,but about Wednesday and her mothers relationship. What confuses me is that he has (allegedly) r-/sa this girl but she proceeds to watch the show he has a decent amount of scenes in? Then, according to one of the tweets,20h before the allegations rose she was tweeting about how she gets told she looks like a lot like Wednesday. Idk could be a coincidence, could not be. WE DO NOT KNOW.

#7. Time

It has not been a fully 47 hours since this stuff came out. People are automatically expecting a response from Percy is beyond delusional. I think we all woke up to this so and had a chaotic morning (ik I did) he can not defend himself yet because of his legal team possibly taking over his socials. It will be awhile until we hear something which is why the good half of people are waiting for his side to come out before deciding futher of their place on the situation. I know everybody is waiting impatiently but it's gonna be a while.

#8. Throwing the r word around.

I don't like how everyone is throwing that word around. Calling people who try to remain neutral apologist r- and saying that to basically anyone who wants to think logically. First off nothing has been proved he done anything. Don't be fooled I am equally as disgusted as you are but this is all coming from Twitter. Yes the victims had no where else to go because they went to the police and they did nothing but this is all coming from twitter. No spare videos of anything but him saying the slur,just screenshots and words. We don't even know if the evidence can be used in court guys.

I'm trying to be logical about the whole thing,and I am pointing out stuff that has stook out to me. After this I am keeping my mouth shut and watching from the sidelines.

There is so much more I want to say but it's almost 1am where I am at and I'm tired. If the allegations are true my heart goes out to the victims. If it's not,then even more hell is gonna break loose. Until we can see Percy's side there is nothing else we can do but wait. I am just so sad about this whole thing and wish that everything isn't true but it's really not looking good for him. Only time will tell with this. I hope my way of saying things did not offend any of you and if they did I am truly sorry. I'm taking a risk and leaving my messages opened but please tell me your opinions kindly. I have told mine with minimal to no violence I would like to have the same option when expressing yalls with me.

The last thing I will say is that Twitter is a mess. Idk what to believe anymore. Stuff keeps changing and it gets more confusing. This all just needs to be settled outside of Twitter. I'm sad the victims had to resort to this route but everything is a mess and it's too confusing and I won't believe or side with anyone until an official statement is out. Not something from Twitter.

Hope yall have a good day or night guys :) make sure yall eat well and drank some water. To my followers, idk if I will be back to posting maybe I will maybe I won't ,Xavier Thorpe was quite the reason I started back writing and with him gone all of that motivation is just gone now. I'm sorry to yall becuas I feel like I disappointed yall cuz all fo you were looking forward to my stuff but until futher notice, I will be off of Twitter,and semi off of Tumblr.

Peaches Out ✌🏽❤️

#percy hynes white #xavier thorpe x reader

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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Hi there

I know you said you don’t do requests and I suppose this isn’t technically a request but I’ve been wondering if you’d ever write something with Ivan Drago and a female reader who’s insecure about her body (this is kind of a self insert ngl). Like, how would he act? Would he constantly assure her that she’s pretty and would he pay special attention to certain parts of her body she doesn’t like during lovemaking? I’d personally love to read something like that but it’s totally up to you if you wanna write it.

Keep up the good work, love your stories btw ❤️

Omg hell yes! (Why didn't I think of this?) I'm insecure af so this is also self insert af on my part. Enjoy!

Headcanon/Preference # 32

Picture & Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*So I've got this coworker that I get along with well. And he's a muscly guy that's into plus size women, and we've talked about that sorta stuff a lot. So I'm using his insight about why a guy like that, would be attracted to a bigger girl. He'll never see this but hey shout out to him. Also a real story might just come out of this in time, but for now enjoy these headcanons.

✨Ivan loves his plus size sweetheart~

🌹 When Ivan first met you he was immediately drawn to you like a magnet. He'd never seen a woman like you in Soviet Russia, and you looked like a pure goddess in his eyes.

🌹 When he finally got the chance to touch you for the first time. He was instantly smitten, your so soft and squeezable. He's not used to that, and he's finding that he's obsessed with the contrast.

🌹 Once you're together Ivan will spend hours worshipping you from head to toe. Every single inch of you is paradise to him. But his favorite part? Your soft tummy.

🌹 There's just something beautiful about your soft plump belly. It's his favorite thing to caress and kiss, and often times his favorite place to lay his head. And one day he hopes he'll get to see it swell more with his child.

🌹 On a bad day when you were feeling particularly down about your pudgy body, Ivan took the time to explain to you why he loves your supple body so much.

🌹 Everything in his life until now has been hard and rough, from his work, to his home life, his environment, and so forth. Finding you was like an oasis to him.

🌹 When you try comparing yourself to his ex-wife, he immediately stops you. Making you chuckle by telling you she was like a skeleton, and nowhere near as cozy and lovable as you are.

🌹 During intimacy Ivan shows you what love making really means, his words of praise, his adoring touch that leaves fire in its wake, and his hunger to show you just how much he wants you makes you dizzy.

🌹 If anyone says anything bad about you while Ivan is around, odds are he'll kick there ass, or at the very least he'll berate them. Ultimately making them apologize no matter what tactic he uses.

🌹 If he's not around, and only learns about it when you break down and tell him about it. He's pulling you into his arms and assuring you that they don't know a single thing about what their missing with someone as amazing as you. (Making a mental note to scare the shit out of them next time he sees them.)

🌹 You got stretch marks? Ivan will trace them idly, and commit them all to memory, mapping out the span of them as if it were vital.

🌹 Got cellulite? He'll caress every inch, nuzzle into it, and all around worship it. Explaining that it makes you more you, and that much more beautiful.

🌹 Not a big fan of how pudgy your face is? Ivan is cupping your cheeks. Looking into your eyes with so much love, as he tells you how cute your chubby cheeks are. And to him you are still small, as his hands can easily cup your cheeks.

🌹 Got big boobs? He fucking adores them, he adores you! There big and round and soft, the perfect place to lay his head at night when you cuddle. Plus there fun to play with not gonna lie. (and not just sexually, but that's a plus too.)

🌹 Not a fan of the size or shape of your butt? Are you kidding? Ivan is obsessed with smacking your ass every single chance he gets, doesn't matter who's around or where you are!

🌹 Worried you'll never fit in his shirts? Haha that's funny! Ivan is huge, you'll fit in his shirts just fine. Maybe not swimming in it, but it'll fit comfortably.

🌹 Ivan grows obsessed with making sure you're well fed, and simply watching you eat. It makes him feel like he is providing for you well, and that makes him very happy. (Plus you look adorable when you do a happy little food dance.)

🌹 Once he convinced you to sit on his face, though you had agreed anxiously, you still refused to actually sit down, and instead hovered over him. That wasn't gonna fly, so Ivan pulled you flush against his face, and gave you the best head you've ever experienced in your life.

🌹 Anytime you act as if you'll crush him, maybe saying he'll strain or hurt himself picking you up. He'll prove you wrong again and again, when he just hoists you up as if you weighed nothing. If anything he takes those worries as a challenge, and he'll never fail in proving you wrong.

🌹 The first time you wore a sexy lace piece for him, he was practically drooling. Needless to say the lace was ruined in his nearly feral haste to have you. But he happily bought you more, a lot more.

🌹 Within a year of being with Ivan, and him chipping away at your insecurities. You become the confident goddess you were meant to be! And he's so fucking proud of you, he's always showing you off, and praising you.

🌹 Ivan doesn't want you to change for anyone, not even him. He loves you just the way you are, it's what drew him to you in the first place. And he's beyond honored for not only getting to love you, but to show you just how sexy you truly are.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

*Hope this was satisfactory!

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the devil in the marble (5)

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Chapter 4

Cato washed his hands before anyone else and pulled your chair for you to sit before doing so by your side.

The whole dinner, he charmed your mother with his stories, and praised her food and the decoration of the house several times, even offering himself to clean up, but she shooed him away. It was Jupiter's job to do so today, and Juno was the one supposed to wash them.

"Go, go, you two," mum shooed you two out of the dining room. "Honey, you can show him your prototypes for your statues while we work down here. I'm sure Cato will like it."

He looked a bit smug as she spoke and picked up your bags from the couch before walking to you again, and pointing at the stairs.

"Ladies first."

You tried not to be self-conscious about your clothes as you climbed up, but you couldn't help yourself. Was he looking at your butt? Your butt was really nice, he should be looking at it.

You waited for him at the top of the stairs and took his hand, guiding him to your bedroom, grateful that you'd cleaned it before you left, and opened the door for him.

The space wasn't too big - your father had taken two rooms that were initially on that side of the house and transformed them into three, which meant they were a little bit more cramped, but you all had privacy - especially with all the stuff you had there, never someone to give up on your things easily.

Cato looked around with interest in his eyes, through the piles of sketchbooks, the cup with colourful pencils and pens, your tablet and the picture of your family all together you had on a corner, and stopped by the clay miniatures you'd worked on to find the perfect design for your statue, which now was a paperweight.

"What's that?" he pointed at your camera case.

"My camera," you told him. "Juno has a printer, she lets me use it if I do her chores for the day."

He picked it up, and then the folder under it, raising his eyebrows at what was underneath it: Your many, many pictures of him.

"You printed them all?" he asked.

You nodded, shrugging.

"It's easier. There was only so much zooming I could do on the video, and I wanted something I could look at with precision."

He chuckled.

"Lots of time looking at my face," he looked at you. "I probably look very boring to you now."

You smiled, shaking your head.

"I don't know," you shrugged. "I keep finding things I hadn't noticed about you every time we see one another."

His face softened in surprise, and his lips curled up a bit as he stepped back from your workstation to approach you.

You crossed your arms as he walked to you, though, and he stopped.

"What?" he asked.

You shifted on your spot.

Your mother was already speaking of him as if he was your boyfriend, but Cato had never even said why he was so interested in you all of a sudden.

"I need to ask you something."

He seemed surprised, standing a bit less open.

"Go ahead."

"Why are you hanging out with me all of a sudden?" you asked. "We only had the posing sessions, and then you decide you want to be around me? Hold my hand at school, walk me home, meet my mother..."

"To be fair, she was the one who wanted to meet me," he corrected you. "And I just agreed."

You raised your eyebrows to him. Well... Yes.

"My question still stands," you insisted.

Cato looked around and pulled up your work chair, sitting down as you sat on your bed.

"You know, you Elettra girls might share some brainwaves," he joked. "Your sister asked me the same thing when you left, although she wasn't too nice about it."

You nodded a bit. Well, Juno was never nice.

"What did you tell her?"

"That I think you are really pretty," he told you. "And that you are great company, and spending time with you made me curious about you. It's why I searched your company."

You adjusted your back, processing his words.

"Really?" you asked. "That's all?"

Cato shook his head.

"Well... I'm as close as ever to the games," he told you. "I need to know what I'll do when I win, and I think I can have a girlfriend now."

That surprised you. Yes, you remember Cato around school, and he never had a girlfriend, not that you knew of. He had friends of all genders, but whenever you even saw them they were training, and doing other things that would end up in training.

"After the games?" you asked him.

He confirmed with his head.

"I've spent my whole life focusing on this, and now that I see it, and I know I'm gonna get in, I know!" he insisted to you. "I can think of the rest of my life."

You tilted your head, watching him.

Oh.

It made sense.

"And I like you," he spoke, at last. "I like the way you do your art, and I like your person."

Cato had a very mischievous smile as he leaned closer to you.

"So?" he asked softly. "Do you like that answer?"

You nodded softly, watching him closely.

"I think you're really pretty too," you confessed. "I was really happy when you accepted to pose for me."

He smiled more, leaning closer to you.

"Sweet pretty girl," he whispered, taking your chin in his hand, holding you very gently, as if you were something fragile, easy to break. "Have you ever been kissed?"

You licked your lips, growing warmer on your face.

"No," you whispered.

Cato breathed out slowly, almost blowing against your lips.

"Do you want to be?"

You shivered at the offer.

"Please."

He pressed his lips to yours, sweet and gentle.

His lips were soft, and had a bit of a scratchy feeling, as if he'd spent time picking on them, and his skin was just healing, but it felt nice.

He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead on yours as you kept your eyes closed.

You reached for him again for another right after, and you felt him smiling in reaction, letting your jaw go, and you let him in when he pressed your tongue against your lower lip.

It was a little strange to tongue kiss, but you followed his lead, and gasped a bit when Cato put his hand on your waist and lifted you up, pulling your body flush against his and slowly turning you two around until he was sat on your bed, and you were leaning against him.

He bit your lower lip as he pulled back, leaving you breathless and soft.

"Do you want to sit down?" he offered, panting a bit.

You opened your eyes, finding Cato already sitting on your mattress, pink on the cheeks as he looked at you.

"Where?"

He looked down at himself, pulling you slowly.

"My legs?" he offered gently.

You swallowed down and nodded, and he held you as you spread your legs and sat on his thighs, spreading your legs and straddling his hips, and knees on your bed, but still with a bit of a distance between you two.

"Like this?" you asked, feeling your face hot.

He nodded, caressing your back, but didn't pull you closer before kissing you again, leaning closer to you, holding you by your waist, and you put your hands on his shoulders.

You two kissed and kissed and kissed, until you were outrightly melting in his arms.

And, of course, because you two couldn't catch a break, the sound of a fist slamming against wood made you jump back from him.

"Mum!" Juno yelled as she ran off.

You glared her way. Now she was just being antagonistic!

Cato didn't hold you as she walked off, and you stood up, walking out of your room and to the side of the stairs, finding her already dragging your mother in your direction.

"Juno!" she grabbed her hand.

He put a hand on your back, leaning in with you, a little spooked.

"I'm not doing anything wrong!" you warned them from up the stairs. "I don't have anything to hide!"

Your mother sighed.

"Juno, leave your sister be," she let her go, walking off to the kitchen.

"They are in her room!" she insisted. "Why does she get to have a boy in her room and I can't?!"

Your mother didn't even turn back for her.

"She is 18, you are 15," she said simply, sounding like she was in the kitchen. "Is the door open, honey?"

Cato leaned a little, as if to try to see it.

"Wide open, Mrs Elettra," he informed her. "It's how she saw it."

You looked back at him, and he looked absolutely amused, as if everything was all pure comedy. Why was he amused?

"Keep it open," she told you two. "Don't mind Juno. She gets stressed when she doesn't train in the morning."

Cato tugged on your hand to get you back into your room, laughing to himself, squeezing you closed by your middle.

"Come on, pretty girl," he chuckled into your neck. "You got nothing to hide."

You shook your head, turning around, and he sat down again, pulling you to sit on his thighs.

"What is so funny?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Why was he so amused?

But Cato tugged on your hands to release them, taking your arm and your hand, kissing your palm.

"Your little sister is the most chaotic person I've ever seen," he chuckled. "It's funny."

You watched him, confused.

"Funny?"

Cato raised his finger to your face, tapping your nose.

"You're adorable," he decided. "Yes, sweet girl. I like watching chaos."

You nodded a bit.

"Alright," you agreed in a half-mumble.

"Is that a problem?" he asked. "That I like chaos."

You watched him for a moment, his face and eyes very quiet as he waited for an answer, but you could see a hint of worry.

"No," you decided. "It's not a problem."

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Bloodlust part 2 💋

-You Are The Fire Within My Veins-

Warnings: shower sex. small small angst.

A/n: picture by me. also, i chose the song for obvious reasons. if you know you are an OG.

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‘No please!…..Eddie!…stay with me baby… don't you dare die on me!… Why did you do that?!.....EDDIE! I felt a hand shaking me awake. I was greeted by crimson eyes. I screamed.

“Baby it's me.” a familiar voice says. I finally realized that last night with him wasn't a cruel dream when I saw his face. Sobbing, I grabbed his face, seeing if he was actually there. He reaches for my face, wiping away my tears.

“You are actually here.” I choked.

“I'm actually here, kitten.” he takes me into his arms. “You were screaming my name……”

“I'm sorry I woke you. This was my 11th nightmare this week.”

“It's ok baby, has this been happening ever since that night?” I shook my head yes against his chest.

“Jesus.” he breathes.

“I've been seeing you dying in my arms for weeks, months…… a whole year.” I said softly. Tears threatening to fall again. “I can't lose you again.”

“Hey, hey baby, look at me.” I looked up at him.

“I'm never going to leave you ever again, I promise. I went through hell and back to return to you, I will always return to you.”

“my love, try to get more sleep, i'll be here to chase the nightmares away. '' he says as he pulls me down, wrapping me tightly in his arms. He kissed my forehead and lightly scratched my scalp. I fell asleep pretty quickly with the sensation.

I managed to get a few more hours of the best sleep I've gotten in a year, seeing the sun shining through my blinds. I try to feel his side of the bed for him. It was bare . Hearing the shower running, peeling off my clothes I decided to join him.

*Eddie pov*

“Eddie?”

“Yes baby girl?” I can see her silhouette just on the other side of the large frosted glass door. Her small height, her curves. A smile spread across my face.

“I thought I would join you. You know, save water.” I slid open the shower door, letting a large cloud of steam wash over her as she joined me quickly as her legs would allow, nudging him to the side to let the water wash over her. She sighed softly, leaning her head back as it hit her skin She sighed softly, rubbing her palm against her shoulder

“You could have just told me if you wanted to take a shower with me, kitten.” I teased softly, handing her the little bar of soap I had been using. She took it graciously, giving me a smile in response. She was already scrubbing at her skin, but those e/c eyes flashed up to meet mine with a mischievous little smirk.

I quietly admired her body as she washed it. my eyes followed the curve of her neck, i noticed she still wore my guitar pick around her neck. my eyes travel down her spine, voluptuous shape of her backside and thighs which have gotten thicker, making me groan. Her soft s/c glows within the small shower. I really felt like I could take all the time in the world to take all of her in again.

she noticed my stares and pressed her soapy breasts against me. my fingertips grazed down her spin down to grip her butt. She rests her head against my chest with a sigh “I'm going to miss hearing your heartbeat.” She sounded a bit sad. wrapping her arms tightly around me, still afraid that i was going to disappear.

“I know, baby, I know” I nuzzled and licked the other side of her neck that hadn't been previously bitten, asking for permission to taste her. She nods yes. Stinking my fangs into her soft skin. My eyes roll back from her sweet honey taste. who knew she always tasted like this. She let's out a moan as I drank from her, which made my cock twitch.

Her head falls back to the side, allowing me more excess.

“E-Eddie” she whines. I knew what she wanted, removing my teeth from her neck, a small trickle if blood went down her chest. God, this sight was beautiful. hooking my arms under her knees, lifting her effortlessly. carefully balancing her, leaning back slightly against the tiled wall for leverage.

the tip of my head rubbing against her slit. She was hot and slick, and I was able to slip inside with ease. Slowly, I entered her until I bottomed out inside. She was soft, hot, and tight. She moaned loudly from being stretched out again. Her body is still sensitive from last night.

“O-oh, E-Eddie.” she rolled her hips the best she could in this position with a needy little whine. Her arms wrapped around my neck to hold herself up.

“Please”

There was something about her tone of voice, or maybe it was just feeling her warmth throb around me that made me buck my hips into her with a low groan. She squealed in response, digging her nails into my back. It didn’t take long for both of us to fall into a rhythm, the air between us quickly being filled with soft little pants and moans. She pressed her face against my neck, attempting to quiet herself, she bit my neck.

“Let me hear you kitten.” I growl at the sensation of her teeth on my neck.

My fingers now torment her clit, she moaned loudly in my ear causing me to smirk. She slid her hand down where my hand was leisurely circling her clit and placed her hand over mine. She pressed firmly and cried out when a bolt of pleasure coursed through her. I could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. I quickened my pace of thrusting into her. Kissing against her shoulder I plunged my fangs into her again, thrusts now becoming more erratic. I’m about to cum inside her at any moment. various sounds of pleasure over the running water and the slapping flesh. She rubbed my hand furiously between her thighs, so close to her blinding climax, her other hand grabbed the back of my head and grip my long hair tightly. faintly I grunt into her skin before I spill myself inside of her. The sound of me cumming was all she needed to topple over the edge. Her head fell backwards against the wall and she shook in my arms, her cunt quivering around my cock making sure to get every last drop from me.

The water was now cold, and there was quiet, peaceful silence that fell between us. we both smiled at each other, my hands at her waist, I'm still in her, her blood glistening on her soft skin, leaning back down to lick her clean and heal my bites. i trail up her skin, leaving soft kisses along the way to her lips, where we mumbled words of adoration against each others lips.

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A HARD WAY

Synopsis - Few years ago you helped Winchester's brothers with a chase and ended up very close to them. Your relationship with Dean was 'will they or won't they' from beginning. You, in contrast with Dean, never were the person to go with the flow. So, when Dean sees an opportunity he takes it and maybe you will just let him.

Pairing - DeanWinchester x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1k

Warnings - cursing, nudity, extortion, smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - This is my first post,so don't expect much. Also English isn't my first language and I'm apologize for mistakes. (I probably will mix British and American expressions).

Any feedback is immensely appreciated !! I am excited to share this with you.

I don't own picture or characters.

When Sam called me about hunt, I was glade. There is no way that I will ever say that at loud, but sometimes I miss things as they were. Helping people and well, Sam and Dean. But that case quickly remembered me why I took a break. Even though we ended up sawing little girl and boy, one life was lost. And I felt the weight of that on my shoulders, so when Sam suggested that I spend some time with them I immediately accepted.

That was three weeks ago. Everything was like before, except it wasn't. While I was at the break I made a whole new life, which I put on hold. My plan was to get back to it. I made that clear three weeks ago, but here I was...

It was my turn to get groceries and after I put them into theirs place I went in my room. The moment I stepped into room I knew somebody was in there. Everything was at the place, just not quite right. And there was only one person who would go through my stuff.

"DEAN!" I screamed as I went to the room next to mine. I opened door without knocking and Dean glanced at me from his bed for a second and then went back to his laptop. "Why the hell did you went through my stuff?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Well, how else am I supposed to find out what you are up to? You are refusing to talk about last year" he said while concentrating on his laptop.

"There's nothing to tell. I was living boring non-supernatural life" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as I lined at the door frame.

"Non-supernatural maybe, but boring - no. It looks to me like you had good time" he said still not looking at me.

"What are you talking about?" I said and then I realized. "What did you found?" I took a few steps towards him.

"Oh, you know just pictures" Dean said as he turned laptop so I can see screen.

Moment I looked at the screen I felt like air was knocked out of my chest. One of the boudoir pictures I took a few months ago was on Deans laptop. I couldn't seem to find the words as I looked at picture of me sitting naked on bed with a sheet cowering my private parts. I looked at Dean who had the biggest shit eating grin on his face, that seemed to remind me how to talk. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you looked at this" I said as I tried to took his laptop away "I'm almost naked there!"

"I think you answered your own question" he said as he turn laptop away from me. "Beside that one is were vanilla, only thing I saw there is a little bit of sideboob" he said while doing something on laptop. "You see, this one is really doing it for me" he said showing me the photo of me standing Infront of window with my back turned to the camera, while sheet falled so the shade of my butt was clearly visible.

"Dean you are so dis-"

"This one is in my top three, I mean look at your face here" he interrupted me showing me another picture. "And this one because-"

"What's wrong with you?" I said as I got on the bed with my knees and took his laptop. "Why would you do something like that Dean?" I said as I started to deleted pictures.

"So, who was a lucky guy? I didn't take for a girl who sends nudes" Dean asked as he was leaning on headboard with his arms and leg crossed looking at me.

"I didn't do them for a guy I did them for myself" I said as I deleted last picture.

"I can respect that. I like the tough of being able to look at them 10 years from now" he said.

"Yeah, well you will never see them again" I stud up from bed when I catched that stupid smirk on his face. "You have copys?"

"Of course, I have copys" he waved a USB on a Scooby Doo pendat that I got for him.

"Dean!"

"Oh, c'mon I saw all of that before" he said uncrosing his arms "And well, my-"

"Give me that" I launched at him trying to take USB from him but he sat up, grabed my arms and pushed me onto the bed. "Dean, I need them back! I won't be able to sleep knowing that somebody has them" I said trying to move but he still holded me down.

He looked at my eyes for a few seconds as playfulness in them was replaced by disappointed. "What, you think I would show them to someone?" he asked looking away from me and letting go of my arms.

"Well, no... Actually I don't know you did took them from my laptop-"

"That's diferent, we had a thing for years. I wouldn't betrayed you like that" he said as he got up from bed. "Or maybe I'm wrong and this was onesided" now he was pacing around.

"You aren't wrong" I sat up. "You know that I don't trust, well anybody" that made him stop pacing as he looked at me.

His eyes darkened. "Let's make a deal" he said watching me as I putted my legs down. "You flash me and I will give you USB"

I looked at him for few second thinking that I heard wrong. "What?"

"You heard me. I had enough of you ignoring me. You flash me - and I don't mean 2 seconds but you know, really flash me - and I will give you USB" he took a few steps towards me.

"Don't be a idiot Dean" I said still in shock.

"C’mon, sweetheart. It's time to play by my rules" he said as he got even closer.

We hold eye contact for few seconds. Well, I did daydream about Dean for years, so why the hell not?

"Okay. Tits, right?" his eyes widened.

"Yeah..." he said in shock.

"No touching and you give me pictures back first. Deal?" I said giving him a hand.

He looked at me for a few seconds, still in shock, before he took my hand "Deal".

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A Valentine's Day To Remember

Laughing Jack x GN!Reader

Warnings: Blood, not gore really but tagging in case, angst

A/N: I don't wanna talk about how long this took, and how i finished it at 12:17 am in the morning. And how it's 4 days after Valentine's Day. Hopefully its long to make up for it.

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You were so tired. Tired of working your ass off for a boss who only cares about himself. Tired of working with co-workers who think you're a dumping ground for the things they don’t want to do. You couldn’t wait to quit, but that was something that had to be postponed. Cause you’d be damned if your broke on Valentine's Day.

This Valentine’s Day was going to be huge for you. You wanted your love to have the most expensive things and everything his twisted heart desired. It's just a shame you worked so much. You loved him so much, so you hoped this would make up for the lack of quality time you spent with him. He loved surprises, so you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw all the decorations.

Well, you had to buy them first.

So that leads you to where you are now, roaming the stores looking for the perfect things to fill your apartment with. The sweets aisle was stacked with candy that would give a clown cavities.

Lindt, Russell Stover, Ghirardelli, Godiva, you name it, was in your cart. You got flowers and everything under the sun. It was all in your cart, ready to be given to the person you loved the most. It had to be perfect for him.

You couldn’t wait for it to all tie together and be the perfect Valentine’s Day you dreamed it to be.

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You were gone so much. Why were you gone so much? Don’t you love him? He told you about how he’s clingy. Did you finally have enough? Is that why you were spending so much time at work? You didn’t find another, did you? You were cheating, were you?

Toxic thoughts filled his mind as he looked at the picture of the both of you that he kept in his pants pocket. Both of your guys smiles were from ear to ear. It was a picture where you officially asked him out. He felt as if his chest was going to implode. He remembered the kiss you left on his cheek you gave him that almost had him melting. He was still so madly in love with you that every kiss afterward still felt the same since that day.

Did you not feel the same?

He wants to tell you how he feels, but he doesn’t know how. What if you get mad at him for holding it in for so long? What if it’s not the right time? What if he’s just overthinking again? Why can’t he just say it? For fucks sake, he’s a 200+ year old clown. He should be able to express how he feels.

*RING RING RING*

He grabs the phone from his pants pocket, only for a smile to stretch across his face.

It was you! He went to answer it, but he looked at the time and saw that you were still supposed to be at work. Did you call him cause you wanted to, or was it a butt dial? He picked up the phone, and relief washed over him as he heard your voice.

“Hi honey, I’m going to be early in coming home or a little late depending on how this traffic is. I think someone ran a red light and hit someone else. People need to get their licenses taken away cause this is the 3rd time this week!” He laughed as he heard the cute annoyance in your tone. You did mean to call him! You even did it while driving! He loved hearing you rant about how horrible traffic was.

“How was your day, though? Hopefully better than mine.”

“I didn’t do much. I stayed home and watched horror movies.”

“You okay, honey? You don’t normally hang out at home unless something’s bothering you. Do you wanna talk?”

‘This is my chance! I can finally tell them!’

“Nah, I’m okay. Just tired. I drank too much with Will last night, and I have a massive hangover.”

“I swear, you're going to kill your non-existent liver. I’ll be home, and I’ll make you some that’ll help you. Oh, traffic’s starting again. I have to go. Love you!” Before he could say it back, you hung up. He would have been sad if he wasn’t excited that you would be coming home early! He loves when you come home early. It's not often enough, though.

‘Why didn’t you confess?!’ His head started going off again, but it was right. Why didn’t he say how he felt? Why couldn’t he have the courage to say it? Maybe he will when you get home.

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A few days later

Jack was so clingy when you got home early that night. But you didn’t mind. You loved his clinginess. That is what made him, him. It's just a shame that you were gone at work so that you couldn’t enjoy his arms around you while he was rambling about something he saw that day.

He was so cute when he started rambling, talking about his new obsession and how he was so fixated on it. The way his eyes sparkled when he’d talk about it always made your heart melt.

You found a store based on his newest interest and told him about it so he’d get out of the house while you decorated. You told him that you had to clean the house and gave him some money to buy whatever he wanted from the store. He was sad that you weren’t coming with him, but you told him that you’d meet him at the park so that you could hang out. He smiled before going on his merry way.

Here you were, with your shared apartment decorated to the max with Valentine’s Day decorations. Flowers as far as the eye could see. Piles of chocolate are laying on the dining table, with a handwritten letter to him waiting to be opened.

Horrible romance movies, rom-coms, and other Valentine's Day movies sat on the couch waiting to be watched. You got candles so that it would be even more romantic. The finishing touch was what you wore under the everyday clothes you had on.

You couldn’t wait for it all. All you had to do now was head to the park and get ready to see him and not spoil the surprise you worked so hard to get.

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Where were you? You were taking forever! He feels weird sitting on this park bench alone, holding all the stuff he bought with the money you gave him.

“Jack!” His whole body froze as he felt hands being placed on his shoulders. He twisted his head and saw your smiling face. You looked so lovely when you were smiling.

“I thought you forgot, haha. What took you so long!”

“That's for me to know and for you to find out!” He would have laughed with you, but for some reason, it only gave him a gross feeling in his stomach.

“Well, are you ready to go for a walk?”

“Yeah! Let's go!” He quickly sat up and grabbed your hand, and you both started walking down the pathway.

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“And Edgar Allen Poe didn’t create ‘The Raven’ until 1845!”

“Do you have a favorite poem from him?”

“You're not gonna make me choose, are you?” A cute pout was plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I wish I could spend more time with you instead of working all the time.”

“Then stop working so much! Ask your boss to cut your hours!”

“If only it were that simple. I have to pay bills and such. I need the hours he gives me.”

“Well, your working a lot more than usual.”

“That's true, but I have a good reason for that.”

“What?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” You giggle at him as you squeeze his hand.

“I don’t like secrets.”

“Ah, come on, honey. It's a good one! I know you're going to love it!” You go to squeeze his hand again, only for him to pull his hand away.

“Jack?”

“Why is it a secret that you're gone so much? Are you hiding something from me?”

“Hiding something? Are you okay, Jack?”

“No! No, I’m not okay!” His voice raised an octave which caused you to open your eyes in shock. Your eyes turn soft as you try to get closer to him to understand what’s got him feeling this way.

“You're always working! Whenever I want to hang out or be with you, your working! Work work, work is all you do!”

“I’m sorry, honey. I know I’ve been working a lot more, but I’ve always tried to make it up to you! Not to mention soon I’ll be able to make it up to you!”

“That's what you always say! I’ll make it up to you, yet you never do! What's so cool about work?”

“Nothing is cool about work! You know everything is more expensive nowadays, so I have to work a lot to pay bills and such. I’m sorry I haven’t spent as much time with you as you would have liked. I wish I could make that time up, but I can’t, and I'm sorry.”

“Even days you have off, you go in if they call you in! When we're hanging out, you leave!”

“I’ve only done that twice! I don’t like it any more than you do, but when my boss threatens to fire me, I have to go in.”

“Are you sure there just isn’t somebody there you want to see?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you're probably talking to someone at work!” You jump back a little back at his words.

“Are you saying that you think I’m cheating?” Jack didn’t say anything as he only looked at you blankly.

“You really think that lowly of me that I’d cheat on you?” His expression was mixed with anger and sadness, and you couldn’t help but feel those as well.

“With how much you forget about me, you might be.”

“Forget you? Jack, you're on my mind 24/7. I never stop thinking about you. You're the only person I love.” Jack said nothing as he looked at the ground away from you.

“You know I love you, right Jack?”

“Then act like it.” His words just snapped something inside you. He was throwing arrows at you with words, and you’ve only shown him, love, only to be stabbed for showing it. Jack started walking away towards the direction of your apartment.

“Can we please talk about this instead of you walking away?” You run up to him and grab his arm.

“I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“Please, Jack? Relationships need communication-”

“I said I don’t wanna talk to you!” He screamed as he pulled his arm back, accidentally slicing your arm before disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

“Ah fuck!” You quickly checked your arm, only to notice three deep wounds pouring blood out of them. Not even seconds passed by before your entire forearm was covered in blood. You started to run, which left a trail of bloody droplets as you tried to find the nearest hospital.

You tried running even faster, but your eyes started getting heavier to the point where you could barely keep them open, and your legs started weakening.

‘Oh god, what’s happening?’ Your vision started getting blurry, and you felt your legs wobbling as you tried to maintain balance.

“Hey, you don’t look so good.” A stranger's voice was the last thing you heard before you collapsed onto the concrete path of the park. Darkness surrounded you as you closed your eyes.

~~~

“Stupid (Y/N). Stupid Valentines Day.” Kicking rocks was the best thing he could do to prevent him from losing his temper again.

Seeing your sad face when he accused you of cheating never left his mind, no matter how hard he tried to erase it. Why were you sad? He’s the one who deserves to be sad! You chose to work and ignore him! It’s all your fault!

But now what?

Why should he put himself through being forgotten again? Sure, he loved you more than there were stars in the sky, but he promised himself that he wouldn’t go through what he did ever again.

He was too much into his thoughts to notice that he had walked all the way home to your shared apartment. At first, he didn’t want to go in, in fear of you already being there, but when he put his ear to the door and heard nothing, he unlocked it.

Shock couldn’t even describe how he was feeling. Did you do this?

The house was decorated head to toe with decorations. Boxes of chocolate were hoarded on the dining room table with an envelope with his name written on it.

Closing the door, he walked towards the envelope and grabbed it carefully. It was a cliche white envelope with a red heart sticker sealing it. Using his claws, he carefully opened the top of it. Grabbing it, he starts to read the letter.

Dear Jack,

Happy Valentines Day! I’m so excited to share this holiday with you for the first time! So I went all out! Everything you can think of is here! I wanted to make this one never to forget!

Your wondering how or how did I manage to get everything? Well, this is the reason I was working so much! I wanted to make sure our Valentine's day was perfect! So I hope you can forgive me for not being able to hang out with you more.

I hated every time I had to go to work for hours and not be able to see you. I always missed hearing your jokes, as they never failed to make me laugh. Seeing how your eyes light up every time you talk about something your passionate about always reminded me why I’m so in love with you. Your presence alone always makes me feel at peace. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.

Your everything I could ever ask for. I feel so lucky you're a part of my life that I couldn’t imagine my life without you. So I hope you can forgive me for being unable to be in your arms every night.

I love you to the ends of hell and back. Happy Valentines Day, Jack <3

He couldn’t begin to describe how he was feeling. You were simply trying to surprise him, and he thought you were cheating on him! You were only working so you could make him feel happy! God, he felt like such an asshole.

He held the letter in his hands as he tried to figure out what to do. Maybe he could wait for you to get home? Yeah, then he can apologize for everything that happened at the park. Looking at the clock, you should be home soon, and maybe Valentine's Day can still be saved.

~~~

A day later

Why didn’t you come home last night? Were you that mad at him? Were you too hurt to look at him? He knows he messed up, but how long were you going to ignore him? He tried to call you and text you, but you never answered and left him on delivered. Maybe your phone was off?

RING RING RING

He quickly picked up the phone, hoping it was you, only to be yelled at by a familiar female voice.

“Jack, where are you?!”

“Home? And don’t yell at me, Jane. What do you want?”

“(Y/N) is in the hospital, and you don’t even care? Some boyfriend you are.” He jumped to his feet as he felt his heart stop.

“(Y/N)’s in the hospital?!”

“Yes! Didn’t you know?!”

“No! Which one?!”

“The sone on Solar St.!” Not even seconds later, he left the apartment in a puff of smoke. When he saw the hospital in front of him, he made a mad dash inside.

“Which room are you in?!”

“208!” Running down the halls of the unfamiliar corridor felt like a race against time. He found your room and burst through the door. Upon entry, he saw your body lying on a bed with all sorts of things attached to you. Bloody bandages wrapped around your arm and head.

“What the fuck happened?!”

“All I know is apparently a bystander found them running holding their arm. Suddenly, they collapsed onto the concrete, hitting their head hard. When they saw all the blood is when they called the ambulance.”

“Ah, you must be another friend of (Y/N)?” He whipped his head around to see a doctor holding a clipboard and staring at him.

“I'm their boyfriend! What happened to them?!”

“When the EMTs arrived, they noticed three deep gashes on their right arm. Deep enough to damage the radial artery. Their head had gotten hurt from hitting the concrete, and from a cat scan, we’ve seen they’ve got a small skull fracture along with a 2-inch length cut.”

“Will they be okay?!”

“They’ve lost a lot of blood. It’s going to be a long recovery.”

“At least they're okay.”

Unfortunately, things like this come with severe risks and problems. They went unconscious from blood loss and haven’t woken up since they passed out yesterday. They lost enough blood that they could get amnesia. Long-term or short-term is unknown.”

“Do you know when they’ll wake up? Or what caused the cut to the arm?” Jane's voice cut through the thick air.

“No, I don’t. We’re guessing a demon ambushed them as they look like claw marks. Sorry for what happened, and I do wish you the best. I’ll have a nurse come and check on them soon.” The door closed as Jack's world seemed to stop.

“What did you do?!” Jane's voice screamed as she started hitting the clown and yelling profanities at him.

“I-I didn’t know! I didn’t mean to!” He tried to calm Jane down, but her words continued to dire at him.

“It’s all your fault! They might not ever wake up, and it’s your fault!”

“Don’t say that! They’ll wake up!”

“And how do you know?! They’re lying in that bed because of you!” Jack tried looking away, unable to see what his actions had done.

“Look at what you did!”

“Shut up!” Putting his hands over his ears, he fell to the floor and sat with his knees hugging his chest. He could feel tears brim his eyes as his whole body started twitching with loads of unfamiliar emotions.

“They deserve better than you. I hope they leave you…

…If they ever wake up.”

~~~

Three weeks have passed

Wake up, please. Please, please, please. He’s sorry! He’s learned his lesson. You can wake up now! It’s not funny anymore! Wake up! Why won’t you wake up?

He’s been by your bedside ever since the day he found out. Why would he go home when your not there? Nothing was the same if you weren’t there. Knowing you were in the hospital, he couldn’t even find joy in doing other things. A hospital he put you in.

People came to see you, and when they saw him, he was given the silent treatment or looked at like he was the most disgusting thing in hell. He’d wish he could sometimes crawl in a hole and die with all the stares sent his way.

You needed to wake up! He doesn’t know if he can continue this any longer! Knowing you so close yet so far away.

The sound of shuffling pulled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to look at the source of the sound.

It was you!

He grabbed your hand and held it tight as he looked hopeful that this time would be when you woke up! He could feel his heart jump out of his chest when he saw your eyes flutter open.

You turned to him before your eyes filled with fear, and a scream erupted out of your throat.

“What are you?! Get away from me!” Your screams echoed through the hospital as doctors and nurses rushed in.

“(Y/N) calm down! Your in the hospital! Your okay!”

“Who are you guys?! What are you guys?!” You ran from your bed and tried to get as far from them as possible. Tears started streaming down your cheeks as you feared for your life. All these monsters in front of you were nothing short of nightmare fuel.

“Ah, I was afraid this was going to happen, but this is worse than I could have predicted.” Jack twisted his head towards the doctor before tightly grabbing the doctor by his shoulders.

“What's wrong with them?!”

“Amnesia. This is just one of the worst cases I’ve seen. It happens a lot when someone experiences such heavy blood loss as they did. How long have they been in the underworld/known you?”

“Dated for almost seven months and known one another for two years!”

“I’m afraid to say Jack, but the amnesia has affected their brain to the point of losing their memory. And even losing their memory of the underworld.”

“Well, you can fix it, right?! Right?!” The doctor said nothing as he looked at Jack with pity.

“No…no! Your lying!” Letting go of the doctor's arms, he ran to you and grabbed you to try and hug you.

“You know me! You love me, and I love you!” Tears also streamed down his face when he felt you trying to escape his grasp.

“Let go of me! Someone help me, please!” The sound of your screams was so loud that your voice soon started going dry.

“Jack, let them go!” Doctors and nurses tried to pry you away from jack’s grasp, but he couldn’t let you go. He wouldn’t let you go.

More aids came in, and they were finally able to pry you away from him. You still screamed bloody murder as you were surrounded by people you didn’t know and monsters all looking at you.

Your body felt light before you passed out from the fear of being in the unknown.

~~~

Months later

You were sitting on a park bench with someone else where he should be. It should be his arm around you, not theirs. It should be him your laughing at, not them.

Jack could only watch you from afar as you kissed someone that wasn’t him. The awful feeling that he so desperately tried to avoid in the first place soon became the only thing he felt. Sitting away forgotten while you lived your life without ever remembering him.

“You're pathetic. Can’t you just leave them alone? You’ve already done enough.”

“Leave me alone, Jane.”

“You heard what the doctor said. (Y/N) won’t regain their memories. They needed to return to Earth. They won’t ever be able to come back to the underworld.”

“I know.”

“They don’t need you fucking up their life again. Go home, Jack. It's the best thing you could ever do for them.” Without another word, the sound of heels started heading away from him. His body shook as his tears soon started dropping on the ground.

Once again left forgotten as he watched what his actions had done.

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"Bob's Burgers" Season 2 Episode Ranking Rewatch (Long Post)

So, I've been rewatching "Bob's Burgers" from the beginning and ranking the episodes using the spreadsheet that @babsvibes created! If you want to know why I'm doing this or how I view the 1-5 rating scale, you can check out my Season 1 post!

Now, on to Season 2:

Average (mean): 4.22

Mode (most common ranking) : 5

I hid the director and writer name categories when I took the picture to make it easier to focus on episode ratings. I will share my director and writer rankings when I reach the end of this project.

Season as a whole thoughts:

I really enjoy Season 2! I know everyone's got their own take on when "Bob's Burgers" really hit its stride, and many folks say Season 3 or later, but I'm going to say that for me, it had already hit that stride in Season 2. It was consistently funny, and I was surprised by how many lines from it were just burned in my memory- some without me even recognizing the source. (For example, before starting this project, the line: "You know what's free? Loading. Freeloading!" popped in my head. I did not know where it was from- not even what show. It's Louise in "Burgerboss".) "Mommy doesn't get drunk, she just has fun." "Don't feed a guy a sponge, Bobby." I could go on...

Seeing all the familiar faces who started showing up also really made it begin to feel like classic "Bob's Burgers" to me: we've got Zeke! Darryl! Sgt. Bosco! Mickey! Tammy! Honestly, I always think there is something fun in watching all the pieces of something begin to fall into place to create something wonderful, and Season 2 gave me a lot of that feeling.

In my season 1 review, I noted that if "Bob's Burgers" had been cancelled after that season, I would've been annoyed because I thought it showed promise but I wouldn't've viewed it as a tragedy (Season 1 of "Bob's Burgers" is no "Firefly"). But, Season 2 was really the beginning of the time period when I would've been outraged had it been cancelled. (Thankfully, it avoided being a two season wonder like "Joan of Arcadia" or "Saved by the Bell (2020 Revival)")

That said, the show was still figuring out some of the characters (especially Bob) and the overall family dynamic and show tone, which lead to the few episodes I didn't enjoy that much, including the only 2 I've issued so far.

Some thoughts on particular episodes:

"The Belchies": I remember watching this episode when it first aired and feeling like the show had clearly leveled up- it felt like it was beginning to realize the potential I saw in the first season. For some reason, I specifically remember watching the end credits- with Cyndi Lauper singing "Taffy Butt" and JJ dancing- and knowing that the show was capable of being more than it had been in season 1. Also, this episode is really the first example of one of my favorite "Bob's Burgers" episode types which is "the Belcher kids and their friends have an adventure!" And one of the great things about Season 2 is that the kids gain a number of friends- Hi Zeke!

"Bob Day Afternoon"- After this rewatch thing is over, I may try to do a top 20 or 25 list and this episode may be on that. I love it! In particular, the scene where the kids cling on to Bob as he is trying to take the burgers to Mickey and the hostages is one of the best of the series in terms of improv and the humor of talking over each other. And if I ever don't laugh at the part of Gene's Robot College fantasy where he walks in on his robo-roommate performing "routine maintenance" it's a sign that I am dead.

"Burgerboss"- This was a really pleasant surprise! While I knew those first two were two of my favorites, I just thought this one was kind of good- but on actually rewatching it, I found myself laughing the whole way through, so it gets a 5.

"Dr. Yap"- I generally enjoy Yap the character, as well as Gayle, but the two things I really love about this episode are the Gene and Louise jawbreaker subplot (it's fun watching those two get into a ridiculous competition over something stupid) and the Prince of Persuasia. The Prince is such a great parody of that horrible "pickup artist" style, and I find literally all his lines hilarious ("Never make her pancakes. Force her to make you pancakes- in the middle of the night.")

"Bad Tina"- Another episode that might make a top 25 list. Both storylines- the introduction of Tammy and Bob's obsession with "Cake"- are A+. They had already established a number of Tina's core traits throughout the first two seasons, but now with the addition of friend fiction and Tammy, her best of frenemies, it feels like they've fully got Tina down and we get the first great Tina episode (and Tina episodes tend to my favorites, even if Louise is my favorite character).

Okay, now the episodes I didn't like that much:

"Moody Foodie"- Why did I give this my first (and so far only) 2? Honestly, I thought it was overdone and dry.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I actually enjoy the first half of the episode. Bob's nightmare about working in an office is hilarious to me as an actual office drone. The scene where he and Louise just start yelling "overdone and dry" at passersby is great. And the farmer's market scene at the beginning has some great family banter.

And then it goes completely off the rails in the second half. The second half of the episode is "Bob Belcher and his friends and family hold a couple of dudes prisoner" which sounds more like a WTF fanfic summary than an actual episode of the show. And it's likely that this episode bothers me more now than it did when it first aired. I think they were still figuring Bob's character out and if they had ended up making him more Homer Simpson-like (prone to anger and hare-brained schemes) maybe this episode wouldn't stick out so much. Similarly, I think that all animated shows struggle a bit with figuring out how grounded in reality they are going to be. if BB had evolved into a less grounded show, this episode also might not stick out.

But it does stick out, for me at least. I just found the second half of this episode more weird and disturbing than funny (although it still had some good lines- I enjoyed Tina translating "Wet Willie" into Spanish for Pepe). If the hostage taking was a shorter part of the episode, maybe I would give it a mixed-review 3, but it is basically the main plot, and I'd rather not rewatch it.

"Beefsquatch": I don't love the physical confrontation between Bob and Gene at the end, but what stops this episode from being a 2 is that really the worst part of it (in my opinion) is actually a pretty small part of the episode. And both of them realize they were acting nuts, and their motivations seem kind-of in character to me (Bob wanted the cooking segment to be a chance to promote the restaurant, Gene wanted his performance as Beefsquatch to be the center of attention). And I just enjoy some other bits in this. "More Scotch!". Louise first enjoying than getting burnt out by her involvement in Gene and Bob's prank war. And Gene's flashback to accidentally gluing his wiener to his remote control helicopter- followed by Louise's "accidentally on purpose!" and them high-fiving. (The high-five cracks me up so much! It's such a silly thing to high-five over!)

Random thoughts (stuff that doesn't affect the ratings):

-It was fun to see the introduction of the exterminator van being different each episode after seeing "Rat's All Folks!" for all of season 1.

-Peter Pescadero is back- and he has his correct face after that weirdness in "Spaghetti Western and Meatballs"! Has anybody written a fic about why his face changed? Like "Face/Off" but with Peter Pescadero (just one idea)?

-Generally, I try not to nitpick about continuity on the show that much. I think they do a really good job, especially by standards of animated comedies (but honestly, really all comedies). But it does bug me that there is a whole episode in a later season about how Louise can only poop in her home toilet when in "Synchronized Swimming" she poops in public pool. She named it Jezebel for crying out loud! It's Bob and Linda's grand-doody! JEZEBEL CANNOT BE FORGOTTEN!

Well, clearly I've been writing for too long and have gone crazy. See you when I'm done with Season 3, whoever may be reading these!

#bob's burgers #bob's burgers season 2 #bob's burgers episode ranking rewatch #long post

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