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tumbler-tidbits · 1 year

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So I recently bought a stuffed toy cow for my dog at a yard sale. It’s absolutely adorable but whenever I look at it… it seems familiar. Well turns out I wrote a fic about it LOL! I wrote this back in 2019 and never shared it, and I actually have several other fics from this verse that I never shared, so I’m sharing one now! Please enjoy 😊

This is a Tumbleweed Tale from my Boots ‘Verse.

More info about the verse HERE

Characters: Jacey, Jensen, & Dixie. Others mentioned

Summary: A lovey goes MIA.

Word Count: 1,265

Warnings: slightly angst I guess? Language, Not much else.

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The screaming is driving me crazy and worsening my headache that has started as a result. It’s been two and a half hours and there is no sign of it stopping anytime soon. As long as it’s gone she’s gonna scream. And it’s not a tantrum, she is genuinely distraught and I understand, but she needs to calm down or she’s gonna make herself sick. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, I should probably explain….

Each of the kids has a “lovey” - a special stuffed animal that was given to them at birth by Nana and Papa, and just naturally became a security object. Dallas has a Bunny, Walker has a dog, Wade & Weston have elephants, and Daisy’s is a lamb.

Each kid also has a different level of attachment to their loveys. For example they all sleep with it every night. Walker and Wade will carry theirs around the house, mostly to the living room on movie nights. Dallas and Weston aren’t attached as much and their loveys always stay in their room. Daisy carries hers all over the house, but she’s 2 and doesn’t leave the house much.

Then there’s Dixie. Dixie’s lovey is a cow, affectionately named Moo-Moo, and it goes everywhere with her.

Literally. Everywhere.

She sleeps with it, eats with it, plays with it, and it sits on the counter when she takes a bath. It goes outside to play, to ballet, karate, and even to kindergarten- kept safe in her backpack.

I have to sneak it away when she’s asleep so I can wash it, because it has to be with her at all times, even if it’s just her bag. Dixie and Moo-Moo are inseparable and if they aren’t together then it’s defcon one! A nuclear missile is headed your way. The world is ending!

Which brings us back to the current situation in which Dixie has been screaming and sobbing uncontrollably for going on 3 hours.

Moo-Moo is missing.

When we get home from school, the kids get out their homework while I Prepare a snack. Then we all sit at the table together and complete it before practices, recitals, and games.

Well today, when Dixie got to the table and proceeded to get her homework and her lovey from her bag, Moo-Moo wasn’t there, and panic ensued.

We checked her bags, nothing.

We checked the car, nothing.

We checked her room, nothing.

We checked the entire house, nothing.

We even checked the yard, garage, and barn, still nothing.

My daughter is sobbing and I can’t do anything about it but hold her and promise that we will find her Moo-Moo. While silently praying that it’s a promise I can keep.

Jay returns from checking the playground at the school. Unfortunately the building was already locked up so he couldn’t search her classroom.

Dixie runs into his arms with her red rimmed eyes and a tear stained face and asks “Daddy did you find her?”

My heart breaks for her all over again.

Jay squeezes her tight before he responds, “I’m sorry baby girl, I didn’t. The school was already closed.”

She starts crying anew and Jay just holds her. It’s really all we can do at this point, at least until morning.

Dinner is a somber affair, Dixie just picks at her food and scoots it around her plate, while sniffling.

“Dixie baby, you need to eat honey” I encourage softly, she responds by putting a solitary green bean in her mouth and chewing slowly. Jay and I lock eyes across the table, silently agreeing that we won’t push her to eat.

The bedtime routine isn’t much better, but baths and teeth brushing are completed. The screaming has stopped but in its place tears just silently stream down her pink flushed cheeks.

I put Dixie in bed with us and sandwich her between me and Jensen. We both know she won’t sleep- that she’ll fight it until the exhaustion wins over and she can’t fight anymore, but she needs some extra attention. Our normally loud, fierce, little firecracker is quiet,sad, and subdued so Mama and Daddy snuggles are in store.

💜💜💜💜💜

The alarm beeps at 6am and I swing my arm down on the snooze button without opening my eyes. After fighting to stay awake, Dixie finally succumbed to sleep around 2:30. So to little girls who’s bedtime is 8:30 and a Mama and Daddy who are normally in bed by 10:30, the morning is not a welcome affair!

The damn thing buzzes again at 6:05 and I can feel Jay shift to sitting up.

“Darlin’? C’mon we gotta get up”

“Ugggggh”

“Need to get the tumbleweeds fed’n off to school honey”

“I knooooow” I respond, sitting up and jutting my lip out to pout at my husband. He just chuckles, he knows I’m not a morning person.

It’s slow going but we manage to get everyone dressed, fed, and in the car. Jay heads to work and I drive the kids to school. There’s a pit in my stomach as I park the car and the kids start to unload, because this is our last chance and if Moo-Moo isn’t in the school building I don’t know what we’re gonna do.

Dallas and Walker head to their classrooms, and I drop the twins at the preschool, so with Daisy on my hip I then take Dixie’s hand and we walk to her class. I can feel her hesitation as we approach the door, seeing my daughter so out of character just crushes me, I squeeze her hand for reassurance as we go in. She walks to her cubby, and there’s nothing. No Moo-Moo. The tears start falling again and now there are tears in my eyes. I squat down and open my arms to envelope her in a giant hug, at the same time that Miss Maison, her teacher, approaches us.

“Everything alright over here?” She asks softly. She can see the tears in Dixie’s eyes.

I shake my head in the negative.

“Actually no. Dixie’s lovey Moo-Moo has gone missing and this was the last place we had to check”

She smiles reassuringly and turns to her desk.

“Is this who your looking for?” She asks and both Dixie and I turn abruptly to face her. There on the desk is the beloved stuffed cow!

“MOO-MOO!” Dixie shouts and runs to the spot scooping the lovey into her arms and squeezing tight.

“I found her on the floor of the cubby room this morning” Miss Maison says “ she must have fallen from your backpack when you put your books inside”.

Personally, I don’t care what happened, I’m just happy we found it! I quickly pull my phone out and text my husband, We got her!

I can see Dixie yawning already, so I decide then to take her back home. She had a rough night and frankly I don’t want that damn cow out of my sight!

Dixie fell asleep in the car on the ride home, so I know it was best to keep her. All is well again with my little family, order has been restored! And as for Moo-Moo? Let’s just say she now has a permanent “leash” that gets tethered to Dixie’s bags or the belt loop of her jeans when she’s out of the house. I’m not gonna risk another instance where Moo-Moo goes missing!

END

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whirliko · 2 years

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Hello! Where can I find the strawberry hat and the blue goggles from your wet and while summer pictures?

hi!! you can find the hat here and the glasses here!

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haechansdoll · 10 months

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stress reliever - ljn x reader

Pairing : Lee Jeno x f!Reader

Description :You come home to find that your loving boyfriend is feeling particularly frustrated after a hard day's work. Making him feel better is the least that you can do!

Warnings : Light BDSM ,Dom/Sub, Vibrators, Bondage, Spreader Bars, degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, aftercare, Cunnilings.

From the moment that you felt the tumbler click and unlock the door, you could feel Jeno’s bad mood permeate the entirety of the apartment that you shared. He sat slumped over on the couch, glass of some dark colored liquor held in his fist as he glared at the floor. His usual gravity-defying hairdo was replaced by a messy bun, and if looks could kill, you’d be dead on the spot. Light music was wafting around the room, but he didn’t seem to be in tune with it like he usually was.

You kicked off your shoes and dropped your work bag by the door before striding over to your sullen lover and placing a hand on his shoulder to try and stir him out of whatever thought spiral he had gotten himself into. You sat yourself next to him, being careful not to sit too close. Squeezing gently, you whispered his name and hardened citrine gazed back at you.

You couldn’t pretend to understand the grief and tragedy that had occured in his life up to this point. He would share tidbits here and there in a joking matter as if his trauma could be played off as a joke while his voice cracked and tears swarmed his eyes. He became easily frustrated with daily life, and his persona crashed down around him whenever the world around him became too much.

But tonight felt different. For one, he was home when you were home. With the three jobs that he worked, nights off were unheard of, and you always marked when he had any time off in your calendar to ensure that you would also be available. Spending time with him was a luxury that you tried not to squander.

But as you gazed back at him, something felt different. He wasn’t upset...not that you could tell anyway. There was a strange anger and ferocity in his eyes that was new to you. You pushed forward as your body tingled with nervous excitement.

“Hey, Jeno? Do you...want to talk about anything?” You moved your hand from his shoulder to his unoccupied hand. “You know that I’m always here for you. Just let me know if I can help with anything.”

Both of you sat in an uncomfortable silence in that moment, just staring at each other until Jeno broke the silence by downing the rest of his drink and placing the glass on your coffee table.

“You can help me by getting your ass up the stairs and getting ready for me to take my frustrations out on that body of yours.”

His words shot straight to your core, a familiar warmth starting to bloom from just his words as his gaze sharpened. Oh. It was going to be a night like this.

He stood after his remark and moved to pour himself another drink, replacing the ice with a few whisky stones that you’d gotten him as a present from an occasion long past.

“And don’t let me beat you up the stairs. You know what happens then.”

With that, you all but bolted from the couch and up the stairs into the bedroom off the landing. When Jeno was feeling especially frustrated by work and life in general, he loved to take it out on your body. That being said, he normally preferred a slower pace to help himself relax, but rarely he really let himself go. Jeno was anything but vanilla, and you were excited to see how hard he would push you tonight.

You heard his footsteps from the staircase as you undressed as quickly as you could, getting ready to bare yourself completely for him. Your clothes fell in a rumpled heap at your feet as you undressed as quickly as you could, fingers trembling in anticipation.

You kicked the pile of unwanted clothes away from the bed as you heard the doorknob turn. Perching yourself on the edge of the bed, you watched as your lover stomped inside and admired how quickly you had gotten ready for him, eyes lingering over your chest and thighs.

“Such a good little slut I have. Already ready for me.” His voice wasn’t it's usually peppy self. The deep baritone made you quiver with want at his words. It was going to be a long night.

He took another swig of his drink before placing it on the bedside table and moving to take his shirt off over his head. It was quickly discarded in the same pile of your clothes, and he continued undressing and provided a simple command.

“Ass up, baby.”

You happily complied and got comfortable on all fours at the head of the bed as you heard Jeno stripping himself of his remaining garments. He then dropped to his knees by the side of the bed and pulled out the container that you used for...special occasions.

Hearing the latches click open caused your body to involuntarily clench at the possibilities, and you dropped your chest onto the bed to better present yourself to him. The bed gave slightly behind you as Jeno crawled up to your waiting form, electricity buzzing beneath your skin as his hands ran from your hips to your thighs and back up to your chest.

Taking both pert nipples between his fingers, he rolled them gently between his index fingers and thumbs causing a low groan to escape your mouth as your chest arched to welcome his fingers. He chuckled darkly as your body reacted to his roaming fingers, tangling in your hair to hold you firmly in place and teasing past your lower abdomen to lightly stroke your sex.

Bucking up to meet his hand was impossible with the grip that he used on your scalp. You whined quietly against the pillow that you rested on, your sex coating Jeno’s fingers as he dipped into your awaiting entrance with his middle and index fingers.

He stroked your twitching walls and used the hand that held onto your scalp to lace under your neck. Tugging your head up roughly, he applied the lightest pressure to your throat as you tried your best to fuck yourself on his fingers. He added a third finger and curled his fingers in just the right way that made you see stars, your hips working vigorously in tandem with his hand as your release built within you at a blinding pace.

You began to moan his name in broken gasps, random syllables falling for your lips as he continued his assault on your lower body, your slick beginning to run down the tops of your thighs as you felt your orgasm within your grasp. Your walls began to clench sporadically, and you knew that you were about to fall over the edge.

He removed his fingers at that moment, causing you to sob involuntarily as you looked unsteadily back at him.

“What’s your safeword, babygirl?” He reached behind himself and positioned a few items within his grasp.

Confused, you parroted the word back to him in confirmation. Why ask this now?

“Good, good girl~” He cooed back at you with the gentlest tone that he had yet to use this evening. He used his tongue to lick a fat stripe from your aching hole to your clit where his tongue remained. He activated his quirk and caused his tongue to start to pulse and vibrate against your aching bud as you threw your head back with a cry of his name.

You were barely able to contain yourself as you felt his arms reach underneath your body and fasten restraints to the slats in the headboard before winding them around your wrists and pulling them taut to connect them. Your orgasm was rushing to meet you again as he sloppily ate out your cunt, using his tongue to pulse inside of you and back up to your clit as you squirmed against your new restraints.

Cruelly, he removed his tongue and used his knee to push your calves further apart to secure a spreader bar onto both ankles.

He removed all contact from your body and admired the way that your hole pulsed with need as you whined for him to do anything, absolutely anything , to get you over the edge. Your entire body swayed with want and for him to ravish you as he had done so many times before.

“Oh, babygirl. Tonight isn’t about you~” His voice was cold and teasing as his hand ran up your hip and grasped tightly at the skin there. He dropped his head to growl into your ear. “You’re going to stay here offering me your needy cunt until I decide that I’m finished. Or you use your safeword. Whichever comes first.”

You shivered involuntarily at his voice as he reached down again to palm your tits before slapping them gently to get your nipples to peak again.

“Good girls do what they’re told, right?”

You whined in agreement, enjoying the way that he teased your body and eagerly awaited the way that he would be using you tonight.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long for Jeno to pull your lower lips apart and watch as your cum drooled onto his waiting cock from your entrance. After stroking himself to fully coat his cock in your warm essence, he plunged into you to the hilt as you cried out his name loudly. He started a rough pace and used your ass as leverage to push and pull your hips to meet his. There was no warm up, no time to get accustomed to the stretch of his girth as it hammered inside of you.

His hips slammed against yours as he roughly fucked you. Your hands clawed at the sheets uselessly as he used your body to get himself off. Tonight, you were nothing but Jeno’s fucktoy, and it felt so good to be used like this.

Your walls fluttered around him as he moved a hand to thumb at your clit, earning him a yelp as your chest dropped fully onto the bed.

“That’s right, baby. Clench around me harder. Let your body show how much you want me to come inside your slutty little hole.”

It was difficult to thrust back with your restraints, but you rocked as hard as you could to show how devoted you were to him.

“Fuuu~ck--Jeno! I’m so c-close! I want your cum s-so badly! Please!”

You begged like you never had before, babbling and desperate for him to let you come and feel his release fill you to the brim. He pinched the overstimulated bud between his fingers, and you finally tumbled over the edge all but shrieking his name. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you felt your hips bucking involuntarily to extend the orgasm that you’d need so desperately.

Your thighs attempted to close to protect yourself from the dull pain that came from his hand still attacking your clit, but your restraints kept you from doing so. With each flick of his finger, your walls clenched harder around his cock, and Jeno spilled soon afterwards with a gutteral moan. His fingers dug into your hips with bruising strength as your pussy clenched around him, coaxing him to spill as much of his seed into you as possible.

You whined as he slipped his cock from you, his cum spilling out of you in tiny rivulets. Jeno took a few deep breaths to steady himself before reaching forward to stroke your cheek.

“Such a good girl for me. Now stay put. I’ll be back soon. Try not to let too much of my cum spill out of you.”

He stood and left the room after that, leaving you a panting, overstimulated mess as you came down from your first high of the night.

And the night continued like that, with Jeno sporadically coming into the room for another round or to tease another orgasm out of you.

The second time that he came into the room, he dipped his finger into the amber liquid of his cup before tracing patterns and shapes over the curve of your ass. His tongue followed the patterns that his fingers created, biting and marking the sensitive flesh with his teeth. More than once, he dipped his tongue into your cunt to taste you and used his quirk to tease you with vibrations until you were squealing and squirming and begging him to let you come. And every time you did, he removed his mouth and dipped his finger back into his glass again to enjoy the taste of his liquor and how it melded perfectly with how sweet you tasted.

The third time he came into the room was to just slip a bullet vibrator into your throbbing pussy before leaving again, remote in hand. He teased you relentlessly from outside of the room with various vibration patterns and pulses that had you seeing stars and coming over and over until your thighs were coated again with your own slick, much to Jeno’s amusement.

He had returned to remove the vibrator from your fluttering hole only to replace it with his throbbing cock as he jackhammered into you again, body curling over yours as he needily clawed your breasts. With breathy moans, he reminded you over and over that your hole belonged to him and he’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk. He wanted to fuck you stupid and until you only thought about how well his cock filled you. He wanted your greatest joy to be begging for his cum anytime that you saw him.

His release wasn’t long after as his cum mixed with yours as it painted you both inside and out, leaving you a sticky mess. He plunged a finger into your pussy then, scooping some of the gooey mixture onto the digit and commanding you to clean it off. You happily did so, and you were rewarded with praise as you diligently sucked until Jeno removed it from your mouth and exited the room leaving you positively exhausted.

You didn’t even notice the fourth time that he returned until his cock was firmly lodged back in you...what surprised you was the hole that he had chosen. Jeno was drilling into your ass as his balls messily slapped against your entrance, his hand pushing on your lower back to increase the arch and improve the angle that he was able to fuck into you with. How had you slept through all of his prep work? There wasn’t any pain or discomfort as he mercilessly plunged past the ring of muscle over and over again.

You didn’t have much time to think as he plunged two fingers into your leaking entrance and curled them deliciously, causing you to clench around his cock and wail about how full he was making you. He realized that you had woken up at that point and removed his fingers only to shove them past your lips. You gagged on them as he pushed them as far as he could before sliding them back into your pussy and repeating the process.

It didn’t take long until he unceremoniously unloaded into your ass with a grunt and moan as you bucked erratically against his fingers as you coaxed another orgasm out of your worn out body. He slid his softening cock from your ass only to watch as his cum spilled messily to mix with the current mess coating you. He kissed the marks that he had made previously and left again to let you doze off one more time.

You woke up again as you felt Jeno untying your wrists and ankles. He gently massaged both parts of your body as you stirred awake, barely coherent after the night that he had put you through. Your entire body ached as it was finally allowed to slump onto the bed, your limbs twitching involuntarily with the prolonged effort of keeping up with him throughout the night.

“I’ll be right back, baby.” Jeno placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you attempted to keep yourself from drifting away again. He returned quickly with a few warm, wet washcloths as he dabbed and cleaned your most sensitive areas with care. You apologized at your inability to help him, and he smiled down at you before moving your hair from your face.

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize. I’ve got it from here. You did all of the hard work earlier.” He finished his statement with a wink, and you giggled and relaxed as he continued to wipe down and massage your thighs.

The next thing that he offered was a bottle of water, and you gulped down the cool liquid greedily before flopping back onto the bed. You winced as you realized how much of a mess you’d both made and whined at the thought of having to lie in your own mess tonight.

“Do you think that you’ll be okay for a quick bath, babygirl?” He asked as he cupped your face gingerly. You nodded in agreement as you held out both of your arms. He helped you wrap them around his neck and scooped you into his arms.

The bath had already been drawn, and the smell of your bubble bath wafted towards you. Jeno delicately placed you into the warm water, and the sigh that left your lips turned into a yawn. He left the room with the promise of clean sheets and blankets upon your return as you soaked in the soothing water and let it relax your muscles.

It didn’t take him long to return, clad only in a clean pair of boxers as he knelt beside the tub. He guided you to lift your arms as he washed you, taking great care to avoid the marks that the restraints had left around your wrists. As he continued to wash your body, you couldn’t help your curiosity.

“How long was I tied up like that?”

“Only for a few hours. It’s almost midnight but not close.” He furrowed his brow as he moved to wash your hair next, brushing through it with his fingers to create a soft lather as he massaged your scalp.

You stared at him in astonishment as he guided your head under the spray of water from the faucet to rinse the shampoo out.

“I mean, you did take a couple of power naps in the middle.” You attempted to swat at him, but your arm felt too much like jelly to even reach any part of his body.

“I was rudely interrupted in the middle of my naps though. It explains why I’m so tired, Jeno.” Your comment didn’t have any bite to it, but Jeno indulged you by pretending to be offended for a moment. Your boyfriend helped you stand on shaky legs as he thoroughly towel dried you before scooping you back into his arms and walking back to the bed.

Jeno tucked you in on your side of the bed and turned off your bedside lamp before sliding under the blanket on his side. You scooted forward until he had both arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in the top of your hair as you relaxed in his arms.

It took a few tries to get your mouth to cooperate as you felt your body drifting away. “Love you, Jeno.”

“I love you too, y/n. Forever and always.”

It didn’t take long for you to drift off, the rhythmic sound of his breathing acting as a lullaby as you fell into a deep slumber.

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vintagestagehotties · 12 days

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Hot Vintage Stage Actress Round 1

Carol Lawrence: Maria in West Side Story (1957 Broadway); Clio in Saratoga (1959 Broadway); Angela McKay in Subways Are for Sleeping (1961 Broadway)

Gwen Verdon: Lola in Damn Yankees (1956 Broadway); Anna in New Girl in Town (1958 Broadway); Essie Whimple in Redhead (1959 Broadway); Charity Hope Valentine in Sweet Charity (1966 Broadway)

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Carol Lawrence:

(Editor’s note: could not get the gif submitted to save and upload cause of computer issues so I just added the same gif through tumblr)

Gwen Verdon:

She had like a bajillion cats and these were some of their names - Feets Fosse, Tidbits Tumbler Fosse, Junie Moon

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waywardnerd67 · 1 year

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This Means War

Title: This Means War Summary: Jensen has declared war on their Christmas lights. Paring: Jensen Ackles x Reader Word Count: 472 Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Square Filled: Christmas Light Fight Bingo Card: @spnchristmasbingo A/N: None

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(Y/N) walked in from the garage with another box marked Christmas Decorations.

“Damn it.” Jensen muttered from the other room, “This means war you sparkly bastards…”

She looked around the corner to see her gorgeous husband sitting on the ground surrounded by Christmas lights. He had been in the same spot for she didn’t know how long, trying to untangle their Christmas lights.

“You okay?”

“No, no I’m not. I’ve spent half my afternoon untangling them.” Jensen held up the clusterfuck of lights, “Son of a bitch! It’s never ending!”

(Y/N) giggled, “Your Dean is showing pretty boy.”

His mossy eyes narrowed on the lights, “Well these fucking lights better hope only Dean comes out because if Soldier Boy starts showing up then I’m going to set them all on fire.”

(Y/N) set down the box she was holding, walking over to him, “Here, give them to me. Why don’t you go out and get us some dinner. Take a ride in Baby since you just got her all updated and pretty.”

His face immediately softened as he slipped his hand behind her neck kissing her, “Thanks babe. I love you.”

“Love you too, pretty boy. Now go.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, leaving the heap of tangled lights in front of her. (Y/N) closed her eyes hearing the familiar roar of Baby’s engine. When it faded into silence, (Y/N) began working on the lights in front of her. Within a half a hour she had all the lights neatly stretched out except for the strand hanging around her neck. Seeing her reflection in the window an idea popped into her head.

“Babe? (Y/N), I’m home.”

She heard Jensen call out from downstairs. She arranged herself on their bed perfectly before responding.

“I’m upstairs! Could you come help me, please?”

She heard his heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs, “I see you won the war with the Christmas lights.”

He stopped in the doorway with wide eyes shining from the bright lights wrapped all around her naked body. His jaw slacked for a second as his eyes roamed over her. His lips curled into a handsome smirk.

“Well… almost won the war.” He chuckled.

“Do mind helping me untangle a few more lights?” (Y/N) held up the end of the strand, “I think you’ll find victory over the lights to be very rewarding.”

He took her hand, helping her stand as he twirled her round and round unwrapping the lights from her. She giggled holding onto his shoulders to steady herself. His hands slipped around her hips and down beneath her buttcheeks. In one swoop, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were falling back onto the bed. Forgetting all about the heap of lights on the floor they would have to untangle once more.

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 1 year

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graphic by @tumbler-tidbits

Summary: Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, flirting, ass play, finger sucking, finger feeding, female ejaculation, marathon sex

Words: 9,600

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

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samsexualdeancurious · 6 months

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Heaven in Hell (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Rowena

Words: 489

Summary: Rowena has ways to make her time at court more enjoyable.

Warnings: public sex, oral sex (female receiving), kind of dom!Rowena.

Set in a post-15x04 AU where Sam becomes the Boy King to Rowena's Queen of Hell, this fic is intended to be in the same AU as this 15x04 "fix-it" I wrote in 2019.

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Rowena’s cries echo off the stone walls of her throne room as her orgasm rushes through her. Sam’s hands are steady on her hips, holding her in place even as she shakes apart under his ministrations. His mouth is a piece of Heaven in Hell - Sam himself is a piece of Heaven in Hell, if she’s going to be honest with herself. What better way to spend her afterlife than with Sam Winchester kneeling between her thighs, eating her out on her throne in front of her court?

“Good boy,” Rowena praises, more than a little breathy as she strokes Sam’s hair but her gaze is steady when she meets the black eyes of the nearest demon. They’ve been putting a genuine effort into not visibly reacting to Sam eagerly attending to her needs even as she discussed logistics. Despite their dedication to self-control, though, Rowena can still see the hunger in their gaze.

Sam lifts his head and his eyes are bright when they meet her’s. His lips are flushed as dark as his cheeks, his chin covered in her arousal, and she can’t help herself. Her grip on his hair tightens and she pulls him up on his knees to meets his mouth in a bruising kiss. Sam moans openly. She’d never had expected Sam to be a vocal lover but he has no qualms about telling the whole of Hell how much the Boy King enjoys his Queen.

Sam braces himself against the arms of her throne as he deepens the kiss with a hungry growl. His body fits between her thighs and her suspicions of his arousal are confirmed when his clothed bulge is pressed against her pelvis. She wants so badly to tell him to unzip and fuck her but she does want to get this meeting over with. Further interruptions will only draw it out longer. So instead of ordering him to take her right here on her throne, she slides one hand up the front of his long, beautiful neck to curl around his throat. He freezes and she feels the click of him swallowing. She doesn’t squeeze, just gently guides him back onto his heels.

“Down, boy,” she purrs.

Sam has his back to the room, so he has no qualms about pouting. It’s adorable and tempting but she’s not going to cave.

“Later, my dove. Be a dear and fix my skirt?”

Sam obeys but when he’s done, he doesn’t return to his own throne like she expected. Instead, he claims a spot sitting at her feet. His long legs sprawled across the top step of the dais, he leans his shoulder against her knee with a knowing smirk when he sees the jealousy on the faces of the court. Rowena smiles down at him before fixing the demon she was speaking with before her orgasm with a firm stare.

“Well? Get on with it. I don’t have all day.”

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liliesyonder · 10 months

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Hello! I’m curious about just like any Skittery thoughts you might have :)

!!! thank you for sending in an ask :D also omg hi !!!!

My thoughts on Skittery are much more sparse in comparison to let's say some of the other characters (Swifty, Bumlets, Sarah etc) but he's so fascinating to me especially with the characterization of fanon interpretation and how that's essentially created an image of projection for him. I put a divider because this is going to get long but I tried to shorten it as much as I could, sorry in advance!

A lot of my newsies ideas are primarily influenced by older newsies blogs like jackkellystories and former-main-blog-ignore have written about Skittery. They're just so so good, definitely recommend checking them out!

One thing I agree to a t with them about Skittery though is that guy has undiagnosed depression, and it get's worse in the winter. Throughout the movie he agrees a lot with Racetrack in being the voice of reason, and if not then increasingly pessimistic contrasted with the other newsies's attitude. I don't think he's the type that likes to wallow considering he knows that wallowing would get him worse off in the conditions he's in, but he's an over thinker by nature. He's petulant in the scene where Denton leaves Tibby's, crossing his arms over his chest and it reads so well for me to think that he's the type to set himself up for rejection but ultimately can't handle it very well. Although there's a unanimous agreement within fandom that Tumbler is essentially Skittery's little brother figure I didn't really read it that way for a while. I still think Skittery has a hard time connecting with Tumbler exactly for the reasons of him being pessimistic and willingly shunning any kind of hope so it's not dashed for him. However I do ascribe to the idea of Skittery being desperate for hope or good things, so I am not immune to him being a kind of older brother figure to Tumbler.

He also kind of strikes me as the type to half-ass things, I'm not sure why I think it's just that he'll put 50% of his effort into making his hair look nice but abandon cleaning off his vest. In regards to the other newsies I think he wants to remain passive, but get's way too invested in his role in the relationship he has with others to actually not care. This tidbit is mostly for me but I think he gets along with most of the other newsies if a bit distant, but cannot wrap his mind around how some of them act. (ie. one time Swifty just gave him food everytime he saw him, and Skittery was stumped about what that meant for about a week but didn't complain because free food)

That said he's definitely judgmental of how other's carry themselves. One, simply because that idea makes me giggle, and Two, I can see how he might use other's as a standard essentially for his own presentation subconsciously.

He's got so many issues (affectionate).

These are really shallow thoughts but thank you for reading. He's just a teenager trying to make it by while having the (absolute) worst time ever. And instead of making it easier on himself he's more inclined to be arguing over fallacies.

I FORGOT TO ADD. Very important, Skittery rolls his own cigarette's but they suck. He puts too little tabacco in the wrap and it's mostly just lighting up paper so no one takes them. Bumlet's rolls his cigarette's for him without charge, but everyone knows.

#newsies #92sies #skittery #he's the kind of guy you see hanging out in front of a convenience store smoking a cigarette tbh #hazel answers

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thoughtslikeaminefield · 10 months

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Comfort Movies

Rules: post 10 of your favorite comfort movies and then tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @hoboal87 💋

This is damn near impossible to narrow down, so I just typed out the first films that came to mind until I reached ten. I probably left some out (like Tombstone or Goodfellas) but whatever...

The Philadelphia Story

The Birdcage

Legally Blonde

Monsters, Inc.

Anything in the Star Wars universe

The Princess Bride

His Girl Friday

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

School of Rock

Overboard (1987)

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andromedaspark · 2 years

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A little tidbit from back in March

Written by both me and my friend.

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Billy had spent about a week and a half out cold on that tile floor. In a sort of limbo. Not dead, but not alive. On the 12th day he had been able to drag his mind back into his body, and he woke up coughing and choking on his own blood.

The next few days were spent fading in and out of awareness. At some point, he had ripped up his shirt and ended up looking like a patchwork doll with the awful makeshift bandages. At least they stopped the blood. That was all he needed. After nearly four more days he was able to stand, albeit not without crumpling to the ground like a crushed soda can a few times. His body felt like it'd been put in a rock tumbler then ran through a wood chipper.

At some point, he had found himself a bottle of water and some old granola bar that tasted like sawdust. But it was food.

Eventually, he had made his way out of the ransacked building. Though, he was painfully slow.

It took him nearly another week to find the main road of Hawkins. Then he just. Walked. Walked until he got to the first house he recognized.

He slumped up against the front door, resting against the door frame, knocking with as much strength he could muster.

It was soft. Barely there. But there was a knock. And Steve knew better than to answer a late-night knock without a weapon. Learned it the hard way, he supposed. His bat was under a sneaky floorboard in his closet away from prying eyes, and he grabbed it before slinking down the stairs.

Door opening slowly.

Bat raised.

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“Billy?” Steve whispered, then dropped the bat with a loud clatter.

Billy chuckled, well, more like huffed. His face was still stained with blood, and so was most of his body.

"What? Happy to see me, Harrington?" he asked, voice hoarse, barely over a whisper, eyes full of pain, weak, half-dead and yet somehow still cold and snarky

#billy hargrove #harringrove #billy x steve #billy stranger things #steve harrington #steve x billy #stranger things 3 #stranger things fanfiction #Billy Antis DNI #stranger things 3 fix-it fic #drabble

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spnfanficpond · 1 year

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November 2022 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Welcome to this month's Angel Fish Awards!

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE (you don’t have to be a member) CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that.

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for Tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Season's Special (series) by @bamby0304

This is just such a good series! Dean and his love for pie!!!

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

Cabin Fever by @slytherkins

I’ve raved about this before and I will no doubt do it again. I will forever reread this one. After re-reading I still cannot adequately express how brilliant this is. My emotions feel kinda frayed and even though it ended “happy” there’s always that underlying pain and anguish that will never truly go away. I’m getting a little teary eyed writing this because one of the things the Winchester’s always seemed to have is hope, and reading Dean very much losing his hope is heart breaking in a way I cannot describe. It’s breathtakingly brutal and honest. Even if you are not a SPN fan, you should read this, I promise its worth every single letter.

Let It Snow by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Cute and fluffy, just what I needed to get into the Christmas spirit!

Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person? by @glygriffe

This is exactly how I pictured Dean would act when he's sick, and soulless Sam definitely needs to work on his bedside manner. Made me laugh and could be canon.

Untitled ficlet by @ellen-reincarnated1967

I love some worried/protective Winchester's and this and the continuations hit the spot just right!

Tattered (series) by @stusbunker

I'm a bit late to the party on this one but I'm hooked. I can't wait to see where it all leads and the drama that's sure to unfold. I love some jealous Winchester's and adding in the A/B/O dynamics makes it more intriguing. Each POV is perfect characterisation.

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Nominated by @glygriffe

Feral (series) by @luci-in-trenchcoats

There's a lot of stuff I'm not a very big fan of: Omegaverse, Reader's fic, long fanfiction work... And yet! luci-in-trenchcoats Feral fic got me intrigued in the summary and kept my interest all the way to the end. The main characters are well-developed and endearing. I thoroughly enjoyed all of it! Warnings: language, angst, violence, mention of kidnapping, heavily implied abuse (non-graphic), smut

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Moo-Moo Goes Missing by @tumbler-tidbits

This is cute and sweet. There's a link for the entire universe as well. Ash is great with graphics as well as storytelling, and this one melts my heart.

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Collared (series) by @spnexploration

This series tackles the issue of mind-control curses and how truly evil they can be. (Although there are non-con elements, they are not initiated by the Winchesters. The brothers are trying to fix it.) Every chapter has a new hurdle to be overcome in figuring this out, and I can't wait to see how it turns out!!

Tattered (series) by @stusbunker

I'm seconding the nomination above for this series! SO MUCH ANGST, with both brothers, and it hurts so damn good. This is a must-read!

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE AWESOME WORK AND GREAT FEEDBACK!

These are not actual awards, as in, there is no competition! This system is set up so everyone has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author in the Pond that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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