#Super Cajun

[formeryelpers]

Super Cajun, 5528 York Blvd, Los Angeles (Highland Park), CA 90042

Super Cajun took over the China In the Box space a few months ago. It looks like a fast food restaurant, but the food is cooked to order, so it’s more like a fast casual place. Order at the counter.

The menu includes Cajun pasta, Cajun rice bowls, fried combos, make your own combo (with rice, potato, broccoli, and corn), sides, and boba milk tea. Most of the items feature seafood. You can also choose your preferred spice level from extra mild to extra hot. Prices are reasonable.

Cajun crawfish pasta, extra hot ($11.59): The container was fully packed. Cajun pasta features soft, thick spaghetti in a sauce with Cajun seasoning, garlic, peppers, and onion. The spaghetti was pretty soft, softer than al dente. The sauce was dark brown. The shelled crawfish was small but tender. The shrimp were tiny but tender. There were also a few slices of sausage and steamed broccoli that still had a bit of crunch. The sauce was certainly flavorful (it had many types of spices and in abundance) but it was too salty. Maybe it’s because I asked for it extra hot? The garlic seemed to be raw. Extra hot does mean very spicy.

The shop was pleasant and clean, in a no frills way. Service was friendly.

3 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

#Super Cajun #Cajun food #Cajun pasta #Cajun rice bowl #Cajun seafood #fried seafood #Cajun seafood boil #Highland Park

[mexican-recipes-to-learn]

I made a Double cheeseburger, hot honey wings, fried tacos & a Cheesecake Shake 😵‍💫🥰

#super wings #recipe ideas #mexican recipes #dinner #cajun cooking #recipes #foodporn #food porn #food photography #foodie #foodblogger #cooking #mexican cuisine #chicken

[vegan-nom-noms]

Vegan Cajun-Style Hot ‘Crab’ Dip

#eatfigsnotpigs #snacks #dip #dips #savoury #crab #crab dip #cajun #super bowl #heart of palm #hearts of palm #cheese #capsicum #bell pepper #bell peppers #celery #panko #food #recipe #recipes #vegan #veganism #vegetarian

[speakergame]

it is one hundred percent gavin's fault lmao

I know 😔 I've been in the IF community for a long time now, and I thought I could predict which IH RO's would be the most popular. I underestimated the power of a grumpy man with a soft side

#speaker game #speaker: idle hands #gavin cowles #ih's ros are all super hot #gorgeous half-fae mage who is your roommate #sexy cajun werewolf #fatalistically loyal demon-adjacent bodyguard #and who do y'all choose? emotionally constipated man with chronic pain and a bad haircut

[stinkyhyena9000]

a comfort character letter i ordered came in, and man i should have been expecting to read both cursive and french (i requested him to use some cajun french)

You are truly [Extraordinary]

Ma Chere? Cheve? (I cant read cursive help)

(I looked it up and I think it's chere, since that seems like a feminine form of cher, aka where "sha" comes from in cajun french)

Ma Chere (dear)

Cher Jasper, ca va? (how's it)

ok im putting the rest down later

#im literally stuck on the first line #atleast its already accurate to irl amirite #(context: my papa has a super thick cajun accent to the point i have trouble understanding him lol) #(he doesnt speak french around us; he only speaks french with other old people but yeah close enough) #adding tags and normal text as i go btw #this feels like reading an actual grandpa letter (positive) #stuck on somethng that looks like “us ovaunel” #i dont recognize it so its definitely french #good thing i have only a basic understanding of french!! (even though i took 2 years of french asudahas)

[mcfagel]

The Best Meatballs You'll Ever Have

#Simple meatball seasonings in this easy recipe make these beef meatballs with crushed croutons #onion #Worcestershire #and Cajun spices super tasty. beef meatballs #bbq sauce #perfection #mine #best meatballs you #spice

[dinogoofymutated]

You want X-Men requests? Well, I think I've got a few kicking around for our favorite Cajun.

Ok, so this is NSFW but like...imagine overstimulated Gambit to the point where he can only speak garbled French? Idk, I think that's super hot.

YES OMG YES. I absolutely love this idea I ran with it SO QUICK! I'm Southern, but not necessarily the Cajun flavor of Southern, so I tried to use a translator/dictionary for Cajun-French. There's not really a translator for cajun dialect specifically, so forgive me for some mistakes. I tried my best ;-;

Tw: MDNI. NSFW. Creampie, Overstim, Praise kink (kinda). Reader written while picturing AFAB but no genitals specified. No pronouns specified. Soft dom!reader

Anyone looking outside-in on Gambit's relationships would think that the man is a player, due to his flirty nature, and he could be to an extent, but you know otherwise.

Remy LeBeau was a lover boy. Sure he showed out a lot by flirting, but at the end of the day it's you he's coming home to. The moment someone tries to make a move on him and flirting goes to touching, you know he's shutting that shit down quick.

He was all talk, and you were happy to find out that extends to the bedroom.

Now having said this, it's not that Remy was a liar. He's incredible at sex, but at the end of the day when he's with someone he truly loves, his walls come down. Loverboy was putty in your hands the moment you decided to grace him with your love and praise.

"Plus, donnez-m'en un de plus, s'il vous plaît." Remy is trembling underneath you, head tossed back into the pillow and twitching inside you still as he cums hard. His hands are clenched around your thighs, grip loose enough for you to grind on him slowly as he comes down from his high.

"Remy, I can't understand you." You say softly, cocking your head at him as you brush some hair out of his face. He leans into your touch, chest still heaving. He mumbles something else you can't quite catch, before repeating "donnez-m'en un de plus, donnez-m'en un de plus." Again and again.

"Reeemmmy~" You smile, rocking back against him just slightly to make him groan and curse, before leaning forward to kiss him on the chin. He tries to catch you in a real kiss, but you don't let him, choosing to hover over his lips teasingly. "English, please, sweetheart."

"Je commence Cher, don't tease." Remy whines, leaning forward again. You let him kiss you this time, unable to stop yourself from giving into Remy's charms. You grind onto him a little more to hear him moan and gasp into the kiss, and his grip on your thighs gets a little tighter. He mumbles again in Cajun, and you shake your head at him. He'd been trying to teach you, but you still weren't quite fluent. You decide you should ask him to teach you bedroom phrases soon. It'd make this a whole lot easier- but you wouldn't lie, you almost enjoy teasing him like this.

"One more, Cher. Please. Please, give me another one." Remy finally grunts. He looks at you with those pretty eyes of his, all blurry with his pupils dilated. You can't help but lean in and kiss him a few more times. You lift your hips, before sinking back down onto his cock with a little more force this time. He gasps out a broken "merci! merci," tears starting to trail down his cheeks as you start to ride him again.

"Oh- Only because you asked... so nicely." You moan. It's a struggle to get the words out, fighting your own oversensitivity, but hearing Remy crumble beneath you is worth how sore you would be in the morning ten times over.

#remy lebeau #gambit #gambit x reader #remy lebeau x reader #x men 97 smut #x men 97 #x men headcannons #x men smut #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #gambit smut #remy lebeau smut

[westofessos]

Uh yeah hi, so as a die hard Rogue & Gambit shipper who has not yet finished the original series (in the process right now) but has just watched the first two episodes of X-Men ‘97, can I just ask: what the fuck???

Like, I get it. Magneto is hot (and if Gambit didn’t exist, then I might be super on board). But Rogue, that Cajun has been pining after you for YEARS. He has literally said that it would be worth it to die or be put into a coma if he could touch/kiss her. Girl, are you insane??

I know I’ll probably find out what the fuck is going on once I finish the original series or later on in the new one, but damn I was NOT ready for that.

#x men #x men 97 #rogue #gambit #rogue x gambit #rogue xmen #magneto #marvel

[mercy-the-divine]

I think I might have cracked the code.

3 steps to feel alive again for a little bit when recovering from a depressive episode.

Step one: Wear yourself out. Work out if you have the time/energy. Doesn't have to be at a gym (though I would reccomend somewhere besides home), doesn't have to be super hard, just get hot and gross and sweaty.

Step two: Eat something. Get finger foods or eat foods with your fingers. Go for something with a sauce or spices that you can lick off your hands and just fuckin. Inhale that shit. I like to go for something a little spicy so it hurts just a little, but you do you. Cajun fries are great, edamame in shell w a sauce (I have a great one if anyone's interested), pasta salad/pasta/salad, wings/ribs.

Step three: Shower. Wash the gross off, get comfy, then make it as cold as you can handle so your throat gets tight and your skin gets all bumpy and it makes you feel a bit breathless.

I've found that this helps for a few hours. It takes a bit of doing to get started, but it's worth it- if you're in a position that you have a bit of energy to spend on that initial push.

For the ppl who aren't quite at the point of starting to recover, it might make you feel worse- spending energy I don't have always just makes me crash and spiral. Be patient w urself, try to treat urself like a friend. Energy comes and goes, don't force it, you'll get there in the end. Best of hope to you.

#depression tips #soapbox #depression recovery

[hybbart]

P-please...Draw jimmy as a magical girl. Society needs this, I need this, the world needs this

Cure Solidarity? Magical Listener Jimmy?

You ready for me to think way too much about this?

Took inspiration from Happiness Charge and gave him multiple forms. Canary blues (wind), cod cajun (Water), and cow folk (Earth).

There is a secret, fourth phoenix tango fire super-form probably maybe.

Lizzie's the deuteragonist magical girl who is from the faerie kingdom.

Oli and Katherine are also magical girls.

Scott's the villain minion who's secretly the fifth magical girl.

Fwhip, Tango, and Grian are the villain minions who get redeemed.

Martyn's the big bad whose goal is to steal the music of people's souls or something or other. Secretly the previous magical girl. He dies but he gets to do his DJ shtick for the final battle like that splatoon boss so it's ok.

Xisuma and Impulse are the inexplicably human allies from the faerie kingdom

And Norman is the faerie familiar.

#solidaritygaming #fanart #fantasy #cute #character #art #sketch #colour #Hybbart

[tigertales9]

Necessary Roughness II

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This is part 2 of Necessary Roughness (Valentine's Day blindfold action that occurs after the Super Bowl loss to the Rams)

Date/Location: 2/14/22 - Cincinnati, Ohio

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You pull your car into the garage and pop the trunk, making a couple of trips to bring in your luggage and the groceries you stopped to pick up on the way home from the airport. You shiver as you put the groceries away before hurrying to bump the thermostat up a few notches. It was a little jarring to go from balmy temps. in LA to below freezing in Cincinnati.

Your flight left LA about 2.5 hours before the team charter, so you have plenty of time to get ready before Joe gets home. You grab your luggage and head upstairs, deciding that a hot shower is the first item to knock off of your to-do list.

40 minutes later you walk back downstairs, freshly washed, moisturized and perfumed, your long hair cascading down your back in partially dry waves that'll be totally dry by the time Joe gets home. You head to the kitchen to prep dinner while thinking back on the conversations you had with Joe over the last several hours, both in person and on the phone. It had taken a while before he decided what he wanted for dinner. The final convo went something like this:

"No really, Joe, you need to tell me what you want. And don't say a damn blindfold!"

"Okay," he'd sighed. "Maybe something Cajun."

"Something Cajun? Can you be more specific?"

"I don't care. Something spicy and Cajun."

"Cool," you'd chirped. "Guess we'll be having spicy fried alligator."

"Not alligator," he'd laughed. "How about salmon?"

Y'all had finally settled on blackened salmon, dirty rice, roasted broccoli, garlic bread plus bananas Foster for dessert. You'd asked if he wanted an appetizer and he'd said:

"No. Let's get straight to dinner so we can hurry up and get to dessert."

"Really looking forward to that bananas Foster, huh?" you'd teased.

"I'm not talking about the bananas Foster."

You shake your head when you think about the sexual innuendo in that last line. He'd been like a dog with a bone ever since you casually mentioned a blindfold after your tryst in the jet-black storage room during the Super Bowl after-party. He'd mentioned the damn blindfold so many times over the ensuing hours that you were almost certain he was hyperfixating on it as a way to ignore the horrible disappointment of losing the big game.

You finish dinner prep and wash your hands before rummaging through a closet where you keep holiday and party decorations, looking for one of the feathers from a Mardi Gras party y'all had thrown last year. You smile as you encounter a plush purple feather. "Perfect," you mutter, flicking the feather a few times before heading upstairs.

Regardless of his protestations, you knew Joe was going to be way too tired for a full scene tonight, but you still wanted to give him a little something before he crashed. You stash the feather in the top drawer of your bedside table and go looking for a few more props. You consider just using a scarf for a blindfold before you remember that black sleep mask that's way too big for you. "Bingo," you purr, pulling the mask out of a drawer in your lingerie chest, stretching the elastic to test it. "This should fit his big head," you chuckle, grabbing a gauzy red scarf before heading back into the bedroom; you place the scarf and mask in the bedside drawer before folding the comforter and top sheet down to the foot of the bed.

"What else?" you whisper to yourself. "Oh yeah," you mutter, grabbing a bottle of perfume that drives Joe crazy; you spritz the heady elixir on your clean sheets, smiling as the sensual aroma wafts up toward you. "He's gonna love that," you sigh, feeling a little tingle between your thighs thinking about the night to come before you give yourself a reality check. "Girl please," you laugh. "You'll be lucky to get him fed and give him head before his ass passes smooth out."

You head back downstairs, thinking about another conversation you had with Joe earlier in the day; he'd let you know he did not want to talk about the Super Bowl loss. To basically pretend it didn't happen. You shake your head thinking about it. "Probably for the best," you mutter to yourself. "He'll work that shit out in his own sweet time. No rushing it."

You walk to the living room to get the fire going. Joe had stacked logs in the fireplace before he left for Cali, anticipating that y'all would have a romantic Valentine's Day when you got home. You feel a pang of sadness as you light the fire, wondering if he's even going to want it now. You glance at the small bistro table and two dining chairs that he'd helped you set in front of the fireplace before he left. Y'all almost always had date night dinners in front of a roaring fire when it was cold outside, but you're not sure what he's gonna want tonight. "Just roll with it," you whisper, jumping a bit when the doorbell rings.

You grab your phone to check the ring camera, smiling when you see a lady holding a ridiculously large flower bouquet with all of your favorite flowers. You hurry to the door and sling it open. "Oh my gosh!" you exclaim, smiling ear to ear as she hands you the gigantic arrangement. "Let me grab you a tip," you say, leaning your head around the massive bouquet to make eye contact with her. "It's been taken care of," she trills, giving you a wave as she heads back to her van. You close the door and carry the bouquet into the kitchen, setting it on the bar. "Holy shit!" you laugh, stepping back to take in the impressive display. Your eyes land on an envelope nestled within the blooms; you grab it and pull the card out.

Happy Valentine's Day, Gorgeous! Can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Joe

You take a few pics of the OTT flowers. "Can't use this as a centerpiece on the table," you giggle to yourself. "We wouldn't be able to see each other." An idea hits you and you carefully pluck three coral pink peonies out of the huge bouquet, rearranging it just a bit so you can't tell anything is missing. You grab a small glass vase out of a cabinet and add a little water before arranging the frilly flowers in it. You set it on the bistro table in front of the fire and add a candle on either side, smiling at the result. "Simple but perfect," you sigh.

Your phone rings and you hurry to grab it. "Hey babe. How was your flight?"

"It was fine," Joe mutters. "I'll be home in about 30 minutes, longer if traffic is bad."

"Okay. Be careful."

"I will. I can't wait to see you."

He delivers that last line in a way that sets off butterflies in your stomach. "I feel the same," you whisper, biting your bottom lip before a thought hits you. "Thank you for the flowers," you blurt out. "They're absolutely beautiful! All of my favs."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like them."

"I love them and I love you."

"Love you too, baby. See you soon."

You hurry upstairs to change clothes, stripping out of your yoga pants and oversized t-shirt before shimmying into a slinky 3/4 sleeve black wrap minidress, no bra or panties. You sit down at your vanity table and deftly apply a quick smoky eye plus a dark red lipstain, smiling at your sultry reflection in the mirror while fluffing your hair. You slide your feet into a pair of fuzzy pink slippers and grab a pair of candy apple red patent stilettos before heading downstairs.

You check the clock and quickly get the dirty rice started since it takes the longest to finish. You pull plates and silverware out, the butterflies in your stomach taking flight when you hear the garage door open. You hurry down the hall to meet Joe at the garage entrance. The door opens and Joe walks in followed by a frosty swirl of air. "Brrrr," you shiver, giving him a dazzling smile as he shuts the door and turns to face you. Your heart breaks a little at the dark circles under his eyes, no doubt the result of a lot of disappointment, a few tears and a mostly sleepless night. He reaches for you and pulls you into a tight hug, nestling his nose in your hair and breathing you in. "It's so good to be home," he whispers. "Good to have you home," you sigh, melting into his embrace as he runs his hands up and down your back. He drops a kiss on your forehead and cheek before capturing your lips, sliding his tongue in your mouth to slowly tangle with yours in a way that sets off a throb of arousal deep inside you. You lean into him as he deepens the kiss, both of you laughing several seconds later when his stomach growls loudly. "Better get some dinner in you," you giggle against his slick lips.

"I guess so," he grumbles, whistling as he steps back to take in your slinky minidress. "Damn, you look amazing," he continues, his eyes lingering on your bare thighs and cleavage before finally re-capturing your gaze. "Thanks," you grin. "I have some killer heels to go with this outfit, but I got so excited when I heard the garage door that I forgot to put them on." You point at your fuzzy pink slippers. "Guess these kind of ruin the sexy effect."

"You don't need heels to be sexy, baby girl," he states, kissing your neck before stepping back to strip off his coat. You take it from him and hang it on the coat rack before grabbing his hand. "Come check out this gorgeous bouquet of flowers," you say, leading him into the kitchen. "Damn," he chuckles. "I said I wanted it to be big and they didn't disappoint."

"It's so big," you giggle.

He gives you a dirty wink. "That's not the only big thing you're getting tonight."

You give him a cheeky look before walking to the stove to stir the dirty rice.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower then I have something to give you," he says, laughing when you throw him a look over your shoulder.

"I know exactly what you want to give me, but I'm going to get a nice hot meal in your belly first, so just slow your roll."

"What?" he chuckles. "I wasn't talking about that, you horndog. I have an actual gift for you."

You spin around and hit him with a 'boy please' look. "You've been talking about blindfolds and sex for several hours straight, but I'm the horndog?"

"Obvs."

You pick up a dish towel and throw it at him, shaking your head when he easily side steps it. "Sheisty ass," you grumble. "Go get your shower."

"Yes, ma'am," he mutters, chuckling as he heads upstairs.

He comes down about 15 minutes later in slinky black trackpants and a blue t-shirt the same color as his eyes; he places a red Cartier gift bag on the bar, giving you a deep-throated laugh when you reach into a cabinet and pull the exact same Cartier gift bag out and set it next to his. "Uh-oh," he chuckles. "Hope we didn't get each other the same thing."

"Before we open gifts, can you open the Champagne?" you ask, grabbing the bottle out of the fridge. "Sure," he says, taking the bottle from you as you pull Champagne flutes out of a cabinet. You were perfectly capable of opening the bubbly, but it was much more fun to let him do it so you could watch his ridiculously sexy hands gripping and twisting the bottle, easing the cork out with effortless finesse.

The cork leaves the bottle with an audible 'pop' and he lets it breathe for a bit before pouring. He hands you a glass of effervescent bubbles before picking up his own. "Happy Valentine's Day," he purrs, holding his glass up. "Happy Valentine's Day," you echo, kissing your glass against his before taking a sip.

"Ladies first," he says, sliding your gift bag toward you. You take another sip before reaching into the bag and pulling out a rectangular gift box. Bracelet, you think to yourself, smiling in delight as you flip the box open and lay eyes on the Cartier interlocking Love bracelet in rose gold. "It's gorgeous," you sigh. "I love it!" You pluck the delicate chain out of the gift box and hand it to Joe. "Put it on me please," you ask, watching as his agile fingers easily work the tiny clasp. "It looks perfect," he says. "Classy and beautiful just like you."

"Thank you, daddy," you tease, smiling when his eyebrows shoot upward. "Your turn," you continue, pushing his gift bag toward him. "I'm just supposed to ignore the whole 'daddy' thing?" he grumps, his hot gaze raking up and down your curvy frame as you give him an innocent smile. "Yes," you giggle. "Dinner's almost ready."

He narrows his eyes at you playfully before reaching a hand inside his gift bag, pulling out a tiger-striped thong. "My fav," he purrs, eyes lighting up.

"I know you told me to order 50 more," you shrug, "but that seemed excessive so I ordered 20. They'll be here in a few days."

"20 is a good start," he mutters, his eyes glued to the lacy panties. You shake your head and hold a hand out. "If you want me to wear those tonight I'm gonna need 'em. That's the only pair I have right now since you shredded my other ones last night." He flicks his gaze down to your crotch before meeting your eyes. "What are you wearing now?" You give him a grin. "Nothing, but if you want me to wear those . . ."

"Hell no," he interrupts, tossing the thong to the side while licking his lips. You nod at his gift bag. "There's something else in there." He continues to eye you like a starving man eyeing a juicy steak, so you clear your throat and try again. "Babe, I need you to focus," you state, smiling when he finally manages to pull his eyes off of your crotchal region. "Huh?" he mutters. You tap a finger against the bag. "There's something else in there," you repeat.

"Oh," he mumbles, reaching in and pulling out a rectangular box, grinning when he flips it open. "New shades! Thanks, baby, I love 'em." He slides them on, turning his head side to side. "How do they look?"

"Uh-oh," you mutter, tilting your head to the side as you grimace.

"Do they look bad?"

"Badass," you giggle.

"Then why'd you make a face?"

"I'm just afraid you might cause trouble wearing them."

"What kind of trouble?"

You shrug. "You look so damn hot, I'm afraid your fangirls might spontaneously ovulate at the sight of you."

"Shut up," he chuckles.

"No seriously," you sigh, giving him a solemn look. "The tidal wave of estrogen could be catastrophic."

He slides the glasses off and shakes his head at you. "You're trippin'," he mumbles, trying and failing to keep the smug grin off his face.

The oven timer goes off and you spring into action, pulling pans out of the oven while giving orders. "Babe, take the napkins and silverware to the table, plus top off our Champagne flutes and take those too."

"Got it," he says, doing your bidding, stopping long enough to throw another log on the fire and light the candles before heading back to the kitchen. You're just finishing up plating the food when he walks back in. "That smells delicious," he moans, taking both dinner plates from you as you grab the plate of garlic bread. "I'm fucking starving," he continues, setting the plates on the table before pulling your chair out for you. You give him a smile and hand him the garlic bread. "Be right back," you chirp, hurrying back into the kitchen before reappearing several seconds later wearing the candy apple red fuck-me pumps. You put a little extra swish in your hips as you walk toward him, smiling at the look on his face. "Goddamn," he breathes, watching you intently as you get settled in your chair. "You like 'em?" you ask, making a show of crossing your legs. "Love 'em," he mutters, tilting his head to the side, his gaze sliding from your feet to your crotch. "You trying to get an upskirt, Burrow?" you tease. "Damn right," he chuckles, making a disappointed face when you place your napkin on your lap.

He eventually drops into his chair and starts eating his dinner, making appreciative noises in between small talk, his eyes instinctively drawn time and time again to the deep 'v' of your cleavage and your bare legs shimmering in the flickering firelight. He pats his belly as he polishes off his last bite of garlic bread. "That was so good, babe, but I'm too full for the bananas Foster. Can we have it tomorrow?"

You nod your head. "Sure. What time is your MRI scheduled for your knee?"

"Not until 2:00 p.m."

"Good. We can sleep in then I'll make us a nice brunch with bananas Foster for dessert. Does that sound okay?"

"Sounds great. Let's go to bed." He closes the fire screen then helps you carry everything to the kitchen.

"Let me handle this," you say, shooing him toward the stairs. "I want you booty butt naked in the bed when I get up there in 10 minutes."

"Bossy ass," he chuckles, as he heads for the stairs.

"Damn right," you giggle. "I'm calling the shots tonight."

He mumbles something under his breath as he heads upstairs. "What was that?" you holler. "Nothing," he answers.

You shake your head as you finish loading the dishwasher. You wipe down the counters and wash your hands before grabbing your half-full glass of Champagne; you finally head upstairs, expecting Joe to be sound asleep. Instead he's deliciously naked sitting on the side of the bed.

"Hey," you mutter, turning off the overhead light as you walk in the room. "Hey," he responds," his voice thick with carnal promise as you walk toward him and flick on the bedside lamp. You set your glass down on the bedside table and pull the drawer out just far enough to slide your hand in, not wanting him to see the contents. You pull the red scarf out and drape it over the lamp. "Sexy," he murmurs, sliding a big foot forward to press his toes against your porny red heels. "Mood lighting," you whisper, reaching back in the drawer to pull out the mask. You step between his thighs to place the mask on him. "Hold on," he protests. "Take your dress off first." You raise an eyebrow at his bossy tone. "Please," he adds, "I wanna see you before you blindfold me."

You untie the strings holding your dress in place and allow it to fall open, watching as Joe's gaze takes in your breasts and crotch, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "Maybe the blindfold isn't such a good idea," he admits. "Oh hell no," you laugh, shrugging off your dress. "I've heard the word 'blindfold' several hundred times since midnight last night. Best believe we're doing this." You step forward and place the mask on him. "Lay down," you order, smiling when he does your bidding. You look at his pretty pink nipples and quickly realize you forgot the damn whipped cream. "Be right back," you chirp, "forgot the Champagne."

You hustle downstairs and grab the mostly-empty Champagne bottle and the can of dairy-free whipped cream from the fridge, slightly out of breath as you hurry back into the bedroom. He pulls his mask up to peek at you and you wiggle the Champagne bottle at him while hiding the whipped cream behind your back. "Got it," you purr. "Quit peeking," you continue, waiting for him to lower his mask before setting the bottle on the table while sliding the whipped cream under the covers at the end of the bed. You take a sip of bubbly and crawl on the bed beside him, leaning down and letting the cool, fizzy liquid dribble into his belly button before slurping it out. "What's that?" he gasps, as you do it again. "Battery acid," you mutter, rolling your eyes as he pulls his mask up to look at you. "It's Champagne, goober," you giggle, giving him another splash and slurp while he watches. "Quit peeking!" you snap, waiting for him to lower the mask before crawling in between his thighs; you reach down and grab the can of whipped cream, giving it a vigorous shake before anointing his hard nipples with two creamy puffs. "What the hell is that?" he croaks, groaning as you lick and suck the sweet foam off of his sensitive nubs. You give him a second helping, shaking your head when he lifts the mask to peek at you. "Boy, you are too damn nosy," you laugh, waiting for him to lower the mask before licking his nipples clean.

This is the goofiest scene ever, you think to yourself, your eyes flicking down to his raging hard-on. Guess he's enjoying it, you shrug, leaning forward to grab the feather out of your bedside drawer. "Put your hands over your head," you order, waiting until he obeys before sliding the gossamer feather down the length of that prominent vein on the underside of his right arm; he hisses as you tickle his exposed armpit before heading farther south, grazing his hard nipples before slowly sliding down the length of his torso. You smile when his well-defined ab muscles jump and twitch under your sensual onslaught.

You shift the feather to your left hand and gently drag it over his erection, biting your lip when his cock flexes up into the caress. He hisses in pleasure as you repeat the motion while stealthily reaching your right hand out to grab the whipped cream; you give the can a quick shake then adorn his balls with a decadent swirl.

"Oh my God," he whispers, moaning as you lick a stripe through the cream. He rips the mask off and throws it across the room, watching as you lick and suck the frothy, sweet foam off of him, taking your time as he squirms beneath you. "You like that?" you tease, looking up at him through your long lashes. "Love it," he grits out, fisting both hands in the slinky sheets. You finish cleaning off his balls then flatten your tongue against the base of his cock and slowly drag it up, lapping up the precum on his tip before taking him deep.

"Shit baby, hold on!" he croaks. "I don't wanna cum yet." You pull off and go back to teasing him with delicate licks. "Let me know what you need," you breathe. "I just need a minute," he mutters. "Let me calm down a bit."

You sit back on your heels and give him a thorough up-and-down look, your eyes coming to rest on his thick thighs. "I think I'll have some fun while you reset," you purr, straddling one muscular thigh and grinding down. You both groan at the feel of your slick heat sliding against him. He flexes his quad as you roll your hips and you moan at the added friction. "So juicy for me," he murmurs, reaching a hand down to tease your clit as you ride his thigh. You gasp when he pinches the sensitive nub causing a gush of wetness. "Mmmm," he moans, trailing his fingers through your essence before raising them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Come here," he urges, curling two long fingers to beckon you forward. "I want it straight from the source," he teases, slowly sliding his long tongue across his bottom lip while giving you an absolutely filthy grin. You know exactly what that tongue is capable of; you feel a throb of anticipation deep inside as you crawl forward to do his bidding, biting your lip as you straddle his face. He turns his head side to side, pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs before lining his mouth up with your core. "Lower," he demands, making a guttural noise in his throat when you spread your thighs wider, dropping down until you can feel his hot breath on your most sensitive flesh.

You gasp when he flicks the tip of his tongue against your slit, squeezing your eyes closed as you wait for more, the anticipation making you a little lightheaded. After several seconds you look down and notice he's looking directly at your crotch. You're almost shy in that moment since you're basically doing the splits on his face, but your shyness vanishes when you feel his deep voice vibrating against you, lavishing praise for how you look and taste in a way that sends a sizzle of pleasure up your spine. "Such a pretty pink pussy," he groans, using his thumbs to spread your lips before giving you a long, slow lick from ass to clit. "Taste so good, baby," he breathes, continuing to tease you with his fingers and tongue.

You grab the top of the headboard to steady yourself as he works you in all the ways he knows you love, switching between delicate and aggressive, keeping you off balance with shallow licks followed by the hot, velvety length of his tongue pushed deep inside you. "So good," you whimper, feeling a coil of pleasure tighten in your belly. You lift one hand off the headboard and reach down, threading your fingers in his unruly curls as you shamelessly grind your pussy against him. He moans as you pull his hair, the added sensation causing your core to clench around his tongue.

"I'm close!" you whine, your breath catching in your throat as he slides his tongue up to your clit and gives it a loud suck while shoving two fingers inside you, nothing delicate anymore just relentlessly fucking his thick fingers into you as he devours your clit. Several heartbeats later your climax hits hard and you throw your head back, his name on your lips as your core squeezes his fingers.

You moan as his fingers continue to tease you, wringing every bit of pleasure out of you as you gasp for breath. "Oh my God," you gasp, pulling off of his fingers and sliding down a bit, trying to get your trembling legs to cooperate as you maneuver your way down until your core is hovering over his erection. "Now let me take care of you," you whisper shakily, taking several deep breaths while you reach down and guide his thick cock between your slick folds. "Take it slow," he urges, his eyes sliding shut as you inch down until he's buried to the hilt. You're just starting to slide back up when he grabs your waist. "Don't move," he orders, and you go completely still, biting your lip as you feel the aftershocks of your climax fluttering around his cock. "No need to rush this," he states as he wraps his big hands around your thighs and gives a squeeze. "Your legs are still shaking."

"Everything is still shaking." You give a breathless laugh. "That climax was insane; I'm a little lightheaded, but I'm good. I can handle business."

"Let me take over," he demands.

"Thought I was calling the shots tonight," you pout.

"I've got a better idea," he points at his mouth. "I want your lips right here."

You lean forward slowly, hitting a hard Kegel just as you press your lips against his, catching his groan in your mouth. "That's what you get for being bossy," you giggle.

He bites your plump bottom lip hard enough to get your attention. "Babe, I need you to focus."

"Okay."

"I'm gonna flip you over then I'm gonna fuck you senseless. You okay with that?"

His husky voice sends a shiver up your spine. "Yes, sir," you whisper against his lips, your breath catching in your throat as he wraps his arms around you and flips you over, his cock still buried deep inside you once you're on your back; you wrap your legs around him and arch up into his thrusts as he snaps his hips forward. You run your hands over his back, shoulders and arms, breathless at the feel of his muscles flexing and bulging under your fingertips.

He shifts his upper-body weight onto his left arm to free his right arm to play with you. You relish the feel of his big body pressing you into the mattress, his fingers on your nipples and his hot mouth on your neck. He licks a trail up to your sensitive ear. "You feel so good, baby. So tight," he groans, his deep voice mixed with soft grunts as he fucks you hard sending jolts of pleasure to all the right places. He wraps his free hand around your slender throat, his eyes icy-hot with arousal as he squeezes just hard enough for the edges of your vision to go a little hazy. You gasp for air as he eases up, his gaze pinning you in place as he squeezes a little harder, leaning down to catch your whimpers in his mouth as your core clenches around his thrusting cock. "Fuck," he growls, the raw lust in his voice sizzling across every nerve ending in your body.

You're drunk on the sound of him, the smell and the feel of him as he pulls back and locks eyes with you. "Can you cum for me again?" he asks, sliding a hand down to tease your super sensitive clit. "Yes, daddy," you whisper, watching in fascination as his baby blue eyes go completely black, pupils blown wide from arousal. He continues to play with your swollen clit while pounding into you, giving you every. single. inch. of his big cock in a way that straddles the line between pleasure and pain, drawing whimpers from your throat in a steady stream. He presses his lips against your ear. "Cum for me, baby," he growls, while pinching your clit. Your vision immediately goes hazy then fades to black as your climax hits; he follows you seconds later, burying his cock to the hilt and rocking into you as your pulsating core milks him dry.

He eventually rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of his sweat-slick chest, running a hand up and down your back as you catch your breath; you breathe in his scent as you listen to his racing heartbeat gradually slow back down to a normal pace.

After several minutes, you take one more deep breath and speak up. "So much for me doing most of the work and calling most of the shots," you grumble playfully.

"Sorry," he groans. "Guess I'm never beating the bossy allegations."

"Never!" you chirp. "I mean that blindfold didn't last long before you hucked it across the room."

"I wanted to see you," he pouts. "Can't blame me for that."

"I guess so," you mumble, sighing in contentment as he continues to stroke a big hand up and down your back.

Several minutes pass before his deep voice stirs you out of your post-climax bliss. "You awake?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Listen," he states. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Win or lose, I know you'll always be there for me. Can't even explain how much that means to me." He heaves a sigh before continuing. "I just wish I could've gotten it done. Wish I could've made everybody proud."

"Baby, everybody is proud." You sit up and lock eyes with him. "You carried this team all the way to the fucking Super Bowl in your first full season, coming off a horrible knee injury and behind an asstastic o-line that tried to get you killed every week." He laughs softly as you continue. "You put the entire league on notice. They know you're a couple decent o-linemen away from total domination."

He gives you a tired smile. "You always know just what to say to make me feel better," he sighs, cupping a hand around the back of your neck to pull you down for a kiss. "I love you," he whispers against your lips. "Love you, too," you murmur, melting into the languid kiss for a minute before snuggling into his warm embrace.

Just before you nod off, your leg touches something cool and you turn your head to see what it is. Oh yeah, the whipped cream, you think to yourself. Better put it back in the fridge. You slide out of bed, giving Joe a smile as he reaches a hand out for you.

"Where are you going?" he pouts.

You shake the can at him. "Be right back. Just gotta put this in the fridge." You take two steps before his voice stops you.

"We will definitely need that tomorrow."

You spin around and give him a smile. "Yep, the bananas Foster wouldn't be as good without it."

He gives you a grin that's half sleepy half naughty. "I wasn't talking about the bananas Foster."

You raise one eyebrow at the look on his face. "We just had sex and you're already thinking about it again?"

"Obvs," he says, yawning while giving you a wink.

"Go to sleep, horndog," you chuckle, rolling your eyes playfully as you head to the kitchen.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow imagine

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

I know this will never happen, both because the projects for the character have been buried several times and I can't see Joey accepting a lead role in a super heroes movie, but...

Long coat type of guy, cajun french, dark past, good guy but quite shady, seductive character but with impossible love stories : Joey as Gambit 👀

Bonus : he already knows card magic tricks 😅

#joey batey #impossible but still 😅 #my nonsense #my potato gifs #jaskier #gambit

[c-vs-the-world]

Logan and Remy get into a screaming match except it's Cajun French vs (super rusty) 19th Century Canadian French mixed with a few Japanese words/phrases

#headcanons #headcanon #wolverine #logan howlett #james howlett #logan #remy lebeau #gambit #xmen #xmen headcanon #csays #cthinks #idk i just think itd be funny

[selineram3421]

I love true crime, call it an obsession or a hyper fixation. But may I request a one-shot Ft Modern-day Human! Alastor x Reader, where the couple have lived happily together for a while ( is even engaged), and the two are on the couch, snuggled up, and their favorite show is interrupted by the news late one night. Like a breaking news broadcast of a string of multiple murders of criminals, drug dealers, and rapists that have occurred in the city comes on.

Maybe the reader notices Al gets really tense and they ask whats wrong and he passes them off gets up and just goes to bed without a word. Meanwhile days pass and the reader notices Alastor is on edge, maybe not showing up to his job, calling out constantly, not planning their wedding, coming home super late, maybe she finds some bloody clothing in the laundry- just weird things yknow (just a lot of off putting things they've just started to notice)?

They confront him when he comes home at a stupidly late hour of the night demanding answers of why he's acting so strange, if he doesn't tell them they're basically going to take off their ring and leave him then and there.. and he just breaks down emotionally to the reader?

I dunno /) . (\ throw all the Angst and Fluff you'd like to. I just love this idea lol.

Pssst! What does Ft mean?

As The World Caves In

Human Alastor X Human Reader Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ using she/they for reader, food, tw mentions of rape, murder, dismemberment, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, blood, all caps for really angry shouting dialogue ⚠

~

You met Alastor during college.

He was majoring in communications and journalism for radio/television broadcasting. The building was right next to the one you had your classes in.

One day you both happened to bump into each other and just clicked. Not a day after was it boring, both of you causing slight chaos by telling cringey jokes and being weird.

It was nice though, having someone to be weird with you.

He liked your weirdness and you liked his.

Then one day he asked you a strange question.

"What would you say to someone who asked for your hand?"

"It depends on who's asking.", you reply. "Oh, and if you like it put a ring on it.", you finish, holding your left hand out as if waiting for someone to do just that.

"Hmm..", he hummed and held your hand as if examining it. "Ok."

Bringing a ring out of nowhere, he places it on your finger and nods with a look of satisfaction. Meanwhile you look at him with your jaw dropped.

Alastor just smiles at you.

"I put a ring on it."

"Geez, take me on a date first!"

❇

"We did it!", you cheer after both of you cleaned most of the apartment and did laundry.

"Finally!", Alastor said and dramatically sat down on the couch, acting faint. "Now we rest."

"Want to order take-out?", you asked sitting down next to him.

"Don't we still have yesterday's leftovers?", he says and pulls you close by the waist, placing a kiss on your cheek. "I could heat it up."

"That sounds divine.", you smile, also giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'll get things set up here while you get our food?"

"Sounds like a perfectly good plan.", he agrees with a nod and gives you one more peck before standing up. "Don't miss me too much darling~!"

He jokes while walking to the kitchen.

"Too late.", you respond and turn on the t.v. with the vox-b remote.

There's a chuckle from behind you as you flick through channels, looking for your show. After what felt like a long scroll down, you finally find the discovery channel. With a grin you click on it and wait for the show to start up with the end of "How Its Done."

"Almost Got Away is going to start after a commercial!", you tell your fiancé.

Its been a few years since that day. You still couldn't believe that it happened but the proof sat on your finger, and it was also archived on your Instu story.

The food doesn't take long to heat up and Alastor returns with two bowls of beans with sausage and rice, with a little bit of spice.

[can be seen as frijoles charros or cajun beans]

Both of you get comfortable on the couch, eating and occasionally talking about wedding plans, remembering to get drinks and taking a quick trip to the kitchen to get them from the fridge.

Just as you got comfortable again and the episode was starting, a flash of red and blue appears on the screen with bold letters.

"Breaking News!"

Two news anchors sit at a big blue table. One holding papers as the camera zooms in on them.

"Katie Prig and Tom Fosse bringing you some breaking news!", the woman, Katie starts. "There have been a number of crimes recently. About a forty-eight percent increase."

Tom chimes in. "A total of three missing persons have been found dead in the forest. Police say that the victims were female. Beaten and raped, before being killed and left in the woods."

"We are waiting to hear from police if any more bodies have been found.", Katie interrupts. "Let's check in with Mike."

Live feed is shown of a police cars parked at the start of the woods that has caution tape wrapped at the trail entrance, with k-9 dogs sniffing around. The camera zooms out, revealing a man in a blue jacket, with a news mic.

"I'm here on the south side of the city and its only been an hour of searching, the police have said there might be more bodies. One of the victim's bodies was found cut open and slightly dismembered.", he sniffs and moves his finger to wipe his nose.

From how close you two are sitting, you can feel Alastor tense up slightly as the corner of the man's lip on the screen turns upwards, its mostly covered by his hand and its gone within a second. The man goes back to a neutral expression.

"As you can tell the temperatures are dropping and since it'll rain tonight the officers are trying to cover as much ground as they can before any evidence is washed away."

A few dogs start to bark and the camera focuses on the k-9s and police officers running.

"Looks like there's a lead.", Mike says. "I'll send it back to you and Tom, Katie. We'll keep you updated."

When the screen switches back to the show, Alastor puts his bowl on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He's really quiet.

You look over at him and notice a frown starting to form on his face.

"Al?", you place a hand on his shoulder, effectively snapping him out of his thoughts as he turns to face you. "You ok? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Love.", he smiles, grabbing your hand off his shoulder and placing a kiss on your knuckles, just above the ring. "I just lost my apatite is all."

You nod in understanding and set down your bowl as well. "Wanna head to bed early then? I'll clean up, don't worry."

"Yes, thank you.", he agrees, letting go of your hand and stands up. "I'll get the bed ready.", he says before placing a kiss on your forehead and walking to the bedroom.

Cleaning up is quick, and you wash the dishes. Leaving the bowls on the drying rack before turning off the kitchen light and making your way to the room.

Alastor is already in bed when you walk in. After changing into comfortable sleep wear, you get in bed and turn off the lamp on your nightstand.

"Good night.", you say but don't hear anything back.

Assuming that he already fell asleep, you lay on your side and doze off.

.

A week passes and Alastor has been acting a little strange, but everytime you ask he just brushes you off with an "I'm fine."

You start to worry when he begins coming home late.

"Does the station really need you till 10 p.m. today?", you ask.

"I'm helping out a coworker with moving boxes and supplies.", he explains while getting his keys. "Don't worry, I'll call you if I leave early."

"Ok.", you say and follow him as he gets to the door. "Drive safe."

He smiles and gives you a peck.

"Don't stay up late for me. Lock the door and windows.", he says and walks out into the hallway. "Can't be too safe."

"I have a shift tomorrow around six in the evening.", you remind him, but see that he pauses.

"Darling..", he says with furrowed brows. "With all the crime going on, can you ask for earlier shifts?"

Now its your turn to smile.

"I can take care of myself. After all, I have Mr. Stabbington.", you say picking up a sharp pair of scissors and he frowns. "But if it makes you feel better knowing that I'm not out at night, then I'll ask for earlier shifts."

He grins.

"Ok now go! Or you'll be late!", you poke at him with your fingers and wave as he leaves.

Its not long till you're washing clothes that you spot what looks like a smeared blood stain on a pair of his pants.

"What the?", you say confused and try to remember if your fiancé got any recent wounds.

You set the pants aside for proper cleaning and continue to put the rest of the load in the washing machine.

A few days later after work, you get a call from the station Alastor works at.

"Hello?", you answer the phone, thinking Al is calling wanting an opinion on dinner or for something he forgot.

"Hi! I'm James, a coworker of Alastor's. I was calling to see if he is sick or something?", the man over the phone says.

"Sick?", you ask confused, walking up to your apartment building and going inside the building.

"Yeah, he didn't come in today and isn't picking up. The boss is kinda pissed. Is he alright?"

"He left early this morning..", you mumble quietly to yourself and wave to the security guard, making your way to the metal door and punching in the code to unlock it.

"Oh! He had a fever this morning but its going down now.", you say a quick lie.

"Ok, thanks for letting me know! Take care!", James says before saying bye.

You hang up and there's a sinking pit forming at the bottom of your stomach.

Why would Alastor skip work?

That feeling didn't go away and you started to have trouble sleeping.

When a scheduled wedding plan day came up, you got excited.

Flowers and colors were already picked out, today was supposed to be food. As you got the laptop open and notebooks set out, Alastor was dressed as if he was heading out.

"Were we going somewhere today?", you ask confused.

"We?", he says also confused.

"Yeah, its planning day Red.", you say smiling and walk over to him. "Remember its the food this time?"

A flash of realization crosses his face as he turns to look at the calendar on the wall nearby the kitchen.

"Oh."

Your smile goes away after noticing that he looks conflicted.

"Let me guess, you forgot and made plans.."

"I'm sorry. I was going to visit my mother.", he says with a slightly guilty tone.

A sigh escapes from your lips.

"Its ok. Go visit her and take some flowers.", you give a small smile. "Need any cleaning rags for the headstone?"

"No. I've got some in the car.", he says and pulls you into a hug. "Thank you darling."

He leaves soon after.

The thing you find odd is that he doesn't send you a picture of the cleaned headstone with fresh flowers like he usually does.

Weeks pass by and Alastor has been leaving work early or not going at all. Then arriving home late, lying to you about "his day at work" and now taking over washing the clothes after you asked about the red stains.

That sinking feeling gets worse, and now there's a burning sensation on your chest to accompany it. An aching in your heart.

One night you decide to wait with coffee.

Its late.

Hours have passed and the coffee has gone cold, both in the cup and in the coffee maker.

Sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, staring into the coffee as you waited. The cup is half empty, and over time your gaze shifted over to your ring.

As you put the cup on the coffee table, you hear keys unlocking the door.

Taking a quick look at the time, you see that its three in the morning. Laying down, you pretend to sleep on the couch, pulling the blanket up to hide your mouth.

❇

Alastor was exhausted.

Keeping up with the news, working at the station, doing research, visiting the crime scene areas once they were opened to the public again, and lying to his fiancé.

He felt terrible.

They were so excited about the planning but he had to turn it down every time.

That murdering rapist and other scum were still on the loose in the city. He had got three, but still needed to get the one from the news.

He had to make sure she would be safe. They loved talking walks in those same woods. The smiles that she would show him every time they looked up at the trees, seeing the sunlight kiss their face. Looking like glowing freckles.

He had to.

Opening the door, he walked into the apartment quietly and closed it as soon as he could. Making sure to lock it and put up the door stopper.

After hanging up his jacket, he sees them asleep on the couch. As quietly as possible, he sets his keys down on the entry way table before taking off his shoes and making his way over to them.

He sighs, seeing the cup of coffee on the coffee table. "I told you not to wait for me.", he mumbles, kneeling down and goes to pick her up.

"Its 3 a.m."

Alastor flinches back, surprised that she was awake.

They sit up and look at him with such a sad gaze, the blanket slides off and pools around their lap.

"Why are you out so late?", they ask.

"Work at the station has been hectic-", he tries but she interrupts. "I've been getting calls from your coworkers saying you've been skipping work or asking why you left early."

Shit.

"Try again.", they're glaring at him now.

"I've been visiting-", he tries to come up with another excuse.

"DON'T USE YOUR DEAD MOTHER AS AN EXCUSE!", they snap and stand up from the couch. "Why are you lying to me!?"

"Darling please-", Alastor stands up as well and reaches out for their hand.

"No, don't touch me.", she backs away, crossing her arms.

A look of hurt crosses both of their faces.

"Why are you lying to me?", they ask softly.

The dim lighting in the room helps him see a small glint of light reflecting off of the tears staring to form at the corner of their eyes.

"You've been acting strange for a while now, you're coming home ridiculously late, lying to my face about work, and I know you're not visiting your mother!", their voice rises as they continue, the tears start streaming down their face. "You would have sent me pictures of her headstone like you always do when you're done cleaning it! And then I find red stains on your clothes!", she hiccups.

He calls out their name and tries to reach out to them again but they step back and shake their head side to side as to say no.

It hurts to see them crying.

"We..we had a conversation. If any of us found someone new, we would tell each other before anything happened. So no one got hurt and so we could have time to accept and adjust."

"My love, that's not what's going on. I promise!", he quickly denies what they are implying.

"Then what is going on!?", she shouts. "If its not that then what!?"

Alastor looks down at the floor, wondering if he should tell her or not.

Would they still love me after knowing? Will they leave? Would they hate me? Would they see me a s a monster? I did it for them..

The rooms becomes quiet.

She sighs, causing him to look up at her for the sudden noise.

"If you can't tell me, I'm going to walk out. Right now.", she says and goes to take off the ring.

He freezes.

No. No no no no no!

"Wait, please-!", he rushes up to place his hands over hers to stop her. "Don't do that, please. I love you! I love you!"

They are still trying, pushing his hands away and crying.

In a panic, he tells her. "I've been going after criminals!"

"What?"

He didn't know when he closed his eyes, but they were shut tight and it hurt a little bit. Seeking some sort of comfort, he held their hands closer to his chest.

A feeling that he hasn't felt in a long time settled in his stomach.

Fear.

He was scared.

"Remember the breaking news from a month ago?", he says, but they don't speak, likely waiting for him to continue. "I've been going after the murderers and rapists. A few others as well."

"Is that why you've been out late? And lying about work?", they ask. "What about the red stains? Have you been getting hurt?"

"No. I'm not getting hurt.", he reassures them, resting his forehead against theirs. "Its..not mine."

Finally opening his eyes, he sees that they are slowly putting things together.

"You've been killing?"

In that moment he breaks.

Legs giving out, now kneeling on the floor as he wraps his arms around their waist, hiding his face against their stomach.

"I did it for you!", he sobs. "I couldn't bear the though of losing you!"

The beating of his heart is frantic. It feels as if it'll burst at any minute. He doesn't notice that they've placed their hands on him, one on his shoulder and the other on the back of his head.

"You love taking walks in those woods, what if one of them got you? I'm terrified of getting a call from the police station and they say that you've been the latest victim! I had to do something, those damn pigs barely get the job done.", he rushes out, gasping a bit as he takes in some air.

Their breathing is the only thing they hear from each other.

"We're supposed to get married soon.", he finishes off quietly.

Feeling her start to move away, he begins apologizing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't leave me, please!"

Instead of leaving, they kneel down with him and hold his face in their hands, shushing him softly to calm him down.

"Alastor. I'm not leaving. I'm not leaving.", they whisper, using their thumbs to wipe away his tears. "Come on, stop crying honey."

It takes a moment for him to calm down and she pulls him into a hug.

"Thank you for telling me."

"You're not scared? Disgusted?", he asks, holding onto them tightly.

"I could never find you disgusting. Yes, its a little scary but you're doing more justice than the system.", they say and pull back slightly, giving him a small smile. "I'll always be on your side, even as the world caves in."

I don't deserve you.

He thinks as he stares at them in awe.

"I love you."

Finding his voice again, he quickly repeats what they've said.

"I love you. I love you, I love you.", he kisses them again and again, holding them closer. "I love you."

Alastor is so happy.

They didn't leave, they still love him, they aren't disgusted.

He's so relieved.

"You still need to make up for making me feel like shit though.", she says, causing him to chuckle.

"I'll make up for it, I promise."

Alastor really would do anything for them.

Even set the world on fire.

~

I heard the song during shuffle play and it was perfect for the title.

~Seline, the person.

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I don't know if there's more 😅. I tried to find all of them.

ML Alastor🎙

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[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Into the Breach'

Sorry, been busy with work and life and so has Doug.

Now, let's get onto the next episode, 'Into the Breach'.

CW: Pretty chill, by Doug's standards.

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Episode 13: ''Johnny Cash would be Proud''

Welp, sometimes, you gotta go where you’re wanted. And for Little Orphan Blondie, she’s back at the Museum of Science and Industry, now doing shitty puzzles with the Jedi babies. I really do hope Gun Safety Muppet sat on one of his own guns after that bullshit, hate that blue puppet fucker. 

At least the little pink girl got to keep her souvenir doll from the gift shop that Stepsister Beth . I hope these babies are going around and stealing from the storage. I would. 

Church Lady left these guys in a shitty parking lot. Ha! Time waits for no man and she’s got a potluck with Sassy Park Ranger to prep for. 

Aw hell yeah! My boy Toaster Strudel showing up in a stolen work van. And Daddy Warcrimes and his boyfriend MBA Rob are wondering if there’s yet another sobbing family stuffed in the trunk they can ransom once they cross the border. Never change, you two. 

God MBA Rob looks and TALKS just like my asshole nephew. Ugh. “Do you think I’m lying?” “Yes!” 

Wow, Daddy Warcrimes and Julio ain’t taking no one’s shit. My boys!

Toaster Strudel even went into the Empire’s dumpster and yanked out an imperial uniform and forcing MBA Rob’s scruffy ass into it. Or maybe he hooked up with one and stole his clothes. Didn’t take Toaster Strudel for that but hey I don’t judge, that’s for Jesus and your God to do now ya know. 

(“Wait, that Echo likes dudes?”

“No, that he steals from people he’s banged. Come on now Meat Muffin, why you gotta be prejudiced and stuff, we got laws now, ain’t you seen Brokeback Mountain?”)

Oh, Stepsister Beth is on the struggle bus. Come ON, Stepsister Beth, start chatting with some of those other clones can get these babies out of here! Why all the male scientists got them windowless van mustaches? 

Scientist with bangs is a real bitch. Don’t like her. 

Look at Little Orphan Blondie plotting her way out of the Museum of Science and Industry! 

Oooh my boys going all Johnny Cash with the BLACK! Love it! And MBA Rob trimmed his ass down, looks like My Wife’s First Love in Star Trek, gotta give it to him, good look.

(“I’m assuming that’s Will Riker?”

“Yeah, Captain Picard’s Number 1.”

“Why not call him Riker since you know who he is?”

“My wife told me I’m not allowed.”

“....I’m not asking anymore.”)

MBA Rob’s super power is being a wild asshole. Ya know, that’s not always a bad thing. Man, he’s good at this. Ah, there’s Daddy Rambo shooting Stormtrooper dingbats and Toaster Strudel doing a thing. 

There’s Julio checking out the ladies on his cell phone. Wonder which lady he’s texting, lay that pipe where you can, brother. 

Is Toaster Strudel wearing jeans? Oh who cares–look at my boy kicking ass! Being all 007! Man, hope Alex-from-Manitoba is watching from heaven, proud of his boy! 

(Alex-from-Manitoba is Fives?!)

Julio fires up the stolen work truck, and off they go! Will they make it? Will they make it?! Come on, Daddy Rambo! Turn on some Folsom Prison Blues, you got this! 

Even Daddy Warcrimes knows that Toaster Strudel’s on it. No wonder they gotta sideline Toaster Strudel like this, when he comes on shift everything works. Dang. 

Woah! There they go! My boys! And Little Orphan Blondie! Woah! 

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Tagging my Cajun neighbor's fans! @skellymom @megmca @amalthiaph @cdblake1565 @sued134 @isthereanechoinhere96

#tbb #cloneforce99 #the bad batch #thebadbatch #redneck doug #cajun doug #doug watches star wars #the bad batch spoilers #star wars tv #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb spoilers season 3 #the bad batch season 3 #tbb rampart #tbb s3 #toaster strudel!

[hetrosjistin]

Cajun History and what that has to do with Palestine

Yo, you reading this? You got opinions about the fucking war in Gaza right now? You from South Louisiana like me? Then you know about the Acadian Exodus, Evangeline, the whole expulsion of the Acadians from Canada?

You ever wonder why the fuck it happened? Cause it obviously wasn't the British throwing all the french out of Canada, not with Quebec just sitting there. (Seriously, this was something that felt super implied by my teachers growing up and I have to wonder why the FUCK the whole alliance with the Wabanaki and the familial ties to the Mi'kmaq were left out of my education, maybe not wonder HARD but it's still there)

It's because the Acadians refused to turn on their Wabanaki Confederate Allies following the french and indian war, specifically the Miꞌkmaq, who the Acadians had a long history of intermarriage with. We were proof that you could integrate, peacefully, with the natives of a place and find common cause, family, and grow together. Everything the people leading Israel have proven they cannot be.

So I don't want to hear ANY shit from ANY Cajun down here about Palestinians except "Free Palestine" because boys and girls, that was our ancestors. That was us once upon a time. We are the descendants of the survivors of Genocide, the ones who refused to turn on others for their own benefit and while we've ALL had shit moments, personally and in our families, since then, that has to be something we stick too.

#free palastine #free gaza #gaza #gaza strip #gaza genocide #israel #genocide #palestine #cajun #acadiana #acadia #mi'kmaq #Wabanaki Confederacy #fench and indian war #canada #evangeline