#(love adding tags for reach oof)

[https-furina]

"your order is complete!" this order is for @nervocat:

"Thought I'd put in something for your event hehe :33 What about Neuvillette with a small latte and foam? I'm curious to see what you come up with.. 👀 (Sorry if I did anything wrong.. this is actually my first request for anyone 😭😭. I'll also probably read this when I'm back if you're done with it by then, but take your time!!)"

neuvillette + gn!reader | platonic, modern!au | 1.1k words notes. uuuuu nervo... this man would give the best hugs convince me otherwise... this is actually the second time i’ve ever wrote for him <3

thirsty? see our café menu before you order! | order receipts

throughout your whole life, there has always been only one man by your side. you never seemed to have any qualms with each other, fitting together like slotted puzzle pieces and sometimes your friendship even stood against the tides that was your families bombarding you with "you'd look so good together!" that you would both simply groan and roll your eyes in response to; his older sister furina was exceptionally good at bring this up every time you came over for dinner when you was kids.

as you grew older however the two of you grew in distance, finally entering that adult world you dreamt so much about when you hid together in forts made of blankets and pillows, snacking on your stash of sugar. neuvillette got into law school, making him much busier than you and you'd opted for art school, much more interested in the creation of theatrical props and stages. going to two completely different schools put a halt on how much time you could spend with each other.

it's the middle of winter and finally your schedules have cleared up enough to allow you both to meet under the roof of a local café, the large glass windows slightly steamed due to the temperature difference outside but the warm, golden lights creating the most comforting environment that you would never need to gaze beyond what is around you. the smell of coffee and freshly baked treats is strong and slightly overpowering but nonetheless a welcoming difference from the paints and glue you suffered with daily.

you've always claimed you wasn't heavily attached to your childhood best friend but the moment your eyes catch sight of the tall male entering the building, his long silvery hair tied back in a loose ponytail because it gets in his way - but heaven forbid you suggest he cuts it - and a pair of slim glasses perched on his nose, you raise to your feet so quick you go dizzy for a few seconds. the static wears off to reveal him stood before you, undoing the buttons of his trench coat and unwrapping that familiar scarf from around his neck; ah yes, it's the one you brought him last christmas.

his violet eyes glance at you, a pleasant smile decorating his pale face as he hangs his coat on the back of his chair before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the fluff of his sweater. he's warm, dressed appropriately for the weather as always and you relax under his touch, your arms looped around his waist and you rest your head against his chest. this hug was very much overdue and with the stress of exams, it's exactly what you both needed.

"have you ordered yet?" his deep voice rumbles suddenly over the sounds of cups clinking and idle chatter. you shake your head in response, reluctantly pulling away from the broad-shouldered male and he lets out a content hum, pulling his wallet out of his coat pocket, "what do you want? my treat today."

a slither of a smile creeps onto your face as you settle back into your chair, unwilling to argue against the male as you tell him your preferred order. there's a mild grin on his face, your order hasn't changed at all since you were younger and you almost wish you could retort sarcastically but he says nothing, leaving to go to the counter. part of you feels willed to follow him, unhappy with the concept of him paying but you knew just how stubborn neuvillette could be, a small sigh escaping your lips as you take the moment to admire the dark oak aesthetic inside the café.

neuvillette returns shortly after holding a tray in his black leather gloved hands, placing it on the table as you flash him a thankful smile. he settles opposite you, unstrapping his aforementioned gloves as you focus on your drink, taking a sip of it happily and closing your eyes for a split second.

"how's law school been treating you?" you find yourself asking him the dreaded question first, your eyes watching how his minorly calloused hands open his bottle of water and you can't help but think he really hasn't changed a bit since you were kids, always much preferring water to any other drink people tried to shove his way. neuvillette almost groans, raising the bottle to his lips as he takes a small sip.

"i have so much material to revise at all times, this is the first time i've been out of my accommodation in a while," he admits with a taut frown pulled onto his face. he was always one to prefer the outdoors, granted the weather had to be nice, "and it is as ever dull outside as some of my lecturers are to listen to."

you can't help but laugh at his words, picturing just how boring law professors must be. perhaps you would fall asleep if you had to listen to their drawl but neuvillette was extremely academic so you imagine that despite this complaint of his, he listens intently in every class just like he did in high school. you have faith he'll pass law school with flying colours.

"what about art school?" it's his turn to ask about your academics, tilting his head in curiosity as he looks over at you and you wonder if this setting seems a little too formal for you both, "i've seen some of your works on instagram."

"the local high school's drama class is doing romeo and juliet for their annual play and they've hired us to design the set. we're being graded on it but people in my class keep re-enacting scenes whenever we finish a prop." you groan, resting your chin in your hand as you attempt to look outside through the window to your left, it's still fogged up but it was an attempt nonetheless. neuvillette lets out a deep chuckle.

"think of it as quality control," he comments playfully with a small smile etched onto his otherwise sincere face, it draws a smile onto your face too at your best friend's words, "they're just checking the authenticity of your works before they're used for the real thing."

despite months of not seeing each other after years of being inseparable, everything seems just the way the pair of you had left it, leaving you content and fuzzy inside at finally being able to spend time together again. even though the two of you have definitely matured a little, those two toddlers cuddled up and sharing a beanbag in the library are still very much present and as the stress of exams, revision and all nighters designing stage sets wash away, you both come to realise just how much you needed to see each other again.

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[taybatwo2]

Spelldon and Friends

My first post focused on Spelldon and breaking down his outfit pieces. This one will focus on him and some other Monster High dolls….including a vampire….more under the cut because I took a lot of photos!!

From Valentine’s Diary: July 2nd

“While attempting to hide in the shadows, I bumped into a student I didn't recognize. He said his name was Spelldon Cauldronello. He had only been at MH a couple of weeks as he had been traveling with his older sister. Meeting him totally made me space out and forget to send a text that was supposed to help Clawd. He asked if I went to MH, and I said I was just visiting, but I would love to go to MH if I can. He said he'd keep me up on the groanings on around school if I wanted, so I gave him my number.”

I kept seeing fanart of Spelldon dropping a book and Valentine and Spelldon reaching for it at the same time that I thought it had happened in the diaries too, and decided to quickly pose them like that. Valentine is completely and instantly love struck with Spelldon. Spelldon is lightly curious at this dapper looking southern-drawling vampire.

It didn’t take them long to start trying to hold hands. It was a bit tricky, but they managed. They have started to flirt incessantly.

They seemed to like dancing (Valentine has had many dances over the centuries with “young fillies” he had tried to steal love from, but this felt so much different. Spelldon hasn’t danced many slow dances, but meeting Valentine has made him want to start learning).

Still working on hand holding….

Valentine is pretty stealthy (like most vampires), and has surprised Spelldon quite a few times when sneaking in for a surprise kiss on the cheek. Spelldon lightheartedly threatens to give Valentine a potion that make his footsteps as loud as a giant’s.

Spelldon might have used an invisibility potion to finally manage to sneak up on Valentine and surprise him with a kiss on a cheek. Valentine tells Spelldon he doesn’t need to try and surprise him, he would gladly take a kiss from him anytime.

“Who is this?!” Spelldon looks up and Valentine thinks he remembers hearing that voice from the radio…..

Casta has entered the chat.

Casta is still getting used to her younger brother dating an emotion-feeding vampire (especially someone who was as notorious as Valentine -she might be a famous singer, but she knows a fiend who knows a fiend who knows a vampire who has had a run-in with Valentine). But she’s proud to see her little brother thriving at Monster High She trusts Spelldon, and is happy to see Spelldon’s boyfriend tagging along and helping Spelldon gather and shop for potion supplies, and enjoy being a teenager (instead of always being on the road).

Valentine is still a bit nervous around Casta and all of her star-power (she may have threatened to turn him into a piglet if he hurts her brother. Spelldon said she was kidding and it’s a family joke).

I had forgotten that I had added some detail to my SDCC Valentine to try and make him closer to his film appearance. I had cut his hair (although he need to be dipped in some LA’s Totally Awesome as his hair is very gluey), add some paint to his earrings, glasses (and make them sunglasses with a paint wash) and shoes (I made the buckle into broken hearts and made the broken heart jacket buttons). I also added some extra gold and green embroidery to his lapel and cuff and some extra ribbon around his collar too.

Spelldon and his big sister Casta Fierce. I didn’t realize how much darker green she is until I got her out of storage (I had also painted her nails and boots too when I first got her). She also needs to be de-glued in some LA’s Totally Awesome. They look so good together, eeeeee!!!

Spelldon and his sister again (sans jacket). Oof! He might have been distracted by his boyfriend off camera.

Spelldon and Casta practicing their witchcraft while she is in town. They are not the best at fortune telling, but their mama would be proud they’re keeping up with their studies. Casta is the best at reciting magical incantations, while Spelldon is happy to be adding the ingredients. “The whole bottle should do it….I’m pretty sure.”

“This one has an invisible gas inside. And this one is a part of a rare ‘glow worm’ from a cave Valentine’s family had visited in Transylvania.” I was going to have the glow in the dark potion also hang from his belt, but it was too much weight and kept falling off.

“You’ve grown quite the collection of ingredients Spelly.”

“Thank you. I miss being on the road with you, …but it’s nice living in one place for a while. I’ve been able to safely practice my magic at Monster High. You’re right, they have a great magic course here. I’ve made new friends….and…someone who is more than a friend….”

Casta and Spelldon promise to keep Fate-timing each other at least once a week.

My G3 Deuce (don’t mind his glasses being off, all the other dolls have been told not to look at him, and visa versa, for this quick photo shoot, and the photographer was only stoned for an hour afterwards) and Spelldon (who used the same body and sculpt). Spelldon thinks Deuce looks kinda familiar, while Valentine is appalled at the thought that Spelldon might resemble Deuce.

(G3 Deuce’s hair repaint - I missed the gradient G1 Deuce had and G3 Deuce has a much more detail on his snakes in the show…..I don’t care for the paler plastic green his doll comes with).

And finally, a group photo of Spelldon and my other Monster High customs. Welcome to the family Spelldon!

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[gracehosborn]

WIP Questions Tag

Thank you so much @sunset-a-story for the tag!

Going to answer for The American Icarus: Volume I for this one. May do another for Ink of Destruction later, we’ll see.

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

I had originally written the first part of a prologue on a whim set the night before Hamilton’s duel with Burr (back when I thought having this story be in one novel was a feasible idea). But a few minutes later I scrapped this because I thought a prologue was stupid. Years later I have gone back and added a prologue, but now it’s in the form of a fictional letter to the reader wherein Alexander explains why he’s sitting down to write his “memoirs”.

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

I would actually love to have an original piece be composed. I just think that would be more fitting. In an ideal world, I’d love for the task to go to Lindsey Sterling.

Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

As most everyone in Volume I of TAI (and the rest of the series for that matter) are based off of real people, I’ll just be super predictable and say here that I of course find Hamilton super interesting. The man was complex, and getting to explore these complexities through a first-person narrative has been super fun. I get to be in his head and play around with all the gritty details in crafting motivations and stringing real events together into narrative form through his actions.

What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

TURN: Washington’s Spies, Hamilton, potentially 1776, though I could see this being wide reaching.

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Oh God. The research, for starters (due in large part to my spite compelling me to go above and beyond what’s necessary), but being a history major who wants to specialize in early American history as it is, I find the struggle here to be more overwhelming than actually difficult. In terms of an actual difficulty, that would be the writing itself. As ironic as that sounds. Having TAI be framed as Hamilton sitting down 200 odd years after his death to write his memoirs means that I have to emulate Hamilton’s actual writing style and oof that’s hard. Also, Alexander Hamilton was very extroverted and I am simply Not That so dialogue is a pain in my ass. 😭

Are there any animals in your story?

Yep! Lots of horses will feature in TAI Volume I. And eventually some dogs (owned by generals Washington, Lee, Howe, and the Baron von Steuben).

How do your characters get around?

This is the 18th century. Everyone’s only options are: ride a horse, get a carriage or coach, procure a boat if on water, or walk. Lots of walking and riding feature here.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I’ve been stuck on this one chapter for months that closes out Alexander’s time studying at King’s College as he decides to drop out to put all his focus towards the artillery company he has been granted command of. I’m super excited to get into Alexander’s time as an artillery captain but man this chapter. It’s the dialogue that’s holding me hostage I fear.

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Oh definitely the premise. If that doesn’t draw people’s attention, I’ll be super shocked. Another aspect I can think of would be the time that the novel spends on the American Revolution in a way that’s vivid and detailed. Beyond that, I’ll just say that name recognition is a powerful thing.

Tagging with no pressure: @kaylinalexanderbooks @meerawrites @thestarsfightagainstusmyfriend @almaprincess66 @rwwinton and anyone else who wants to jump on in.

#tag games #the american icarus #TAI #alexander hamilton #writers on tumblr #writing community #historical fiction #amwriting #amrev

[hotluncheddie]

Between Steve and Eddie, which do you think would be more likely to be a messy eater vs. surprisingly neat because he worked out that anything he drops or drips on himself doesn't end up in his belly?

oof omg 👹

i think eddie would be surprisingly neat, kind of mechanical with it. like getting into a zone of hand to mouth and back again, just over and over, bringing whatever he can cleanly to his lips.

he'd like to spread his meal and snacks out before him, get comfortable and plow through it. he always has bread rolls handy to sop up sauce, get every last bit, a clean plate always. goes until he's full and stated and hazy. then has a little more - always wants desert. the only thing that might get messy are his fingers, but he dutifully licks those clean, always wants everything inside him.

maybe, sometimes, he lets Steve straddle his hips, or maybe he can only comfortable straddle one thigh, and they play a game. he lets steve feed him but rules are; he as to use a fork or spoon, do it neatly, feed eddie and not spill a thing. Steve has to be a good boy to get a reward, has to be neat, fill eddie up. reward is he can feed eddie desert by hand, because its steves favourite, and he gets to cum - any way he wants. but if he spills a drop or misses a crumb before eddies finished with his meal? no cumming and steve has to sit or kneel and keep his hands to himself while he watched eddie finish his meal and get himself off. has to wait until the next night, when he can try again...

i think steve would relish in the feeling of letting go. i think food and stuffing would be a release, a time to loose himself in the feelings and sensations. which can include the mess, the stains, dripping and smearing food on his face and hands and gut. he likes to fill his mouth to the brim, likes to shove food in and fill his cheeks and eat with his mouth open and then fill it again. stuff in food handful by handful. chug his drink and let it spill out the corners of his mouth, likes to feel it run down his neck and chest. likes to feel cake and brownies squish between his fingers, licking the gooey chunks off his palms, tongue searching between each finger. messy hands roaming his full belly and staining it as they go, leaving streaks and dollops across the whole taught expanse.

and eddie likes to watch him. watch him loose himself, watch him let go. likes to lay the food out for Steve, get him more before he asks. bring him whatever he could possibly want and then some. likes to set Steve up in the kitchen so he can really go for it - food everywhere, more right at hand, moaning in ecstasy. will watch Steve get his clothes all messy, wait until hes stuffed and too hot and trying to escape. will help unwrap Steve lovely full body and then leave him to eat more, help him stuff it down. watch steves cock leak all over himself, belly covered in crumbs and chocolate and debris. eddie likes to watch Steve go, reach his limit and passed, messy and naked on their little kitchen chairs. waits until he panting and sleepy and whining for more, the last little bit, to tip him over the edge. lets Steve finish with ice cream or milkshake or soda or heavy cream. likes to kneel before him and bury steves cock in his throat. lets Steve reach his peak, his precipice, his perfect messy fullness, and then eddie sucks, eddie licks and tastes and brings Steve right over the edge. shuddering and panting and moaning with delight. sometimes down eddies throat, sometimes all over himself - adding to the mess, and sometimes eddie will kiss his release right back into Steve panting mouth, his final taste of the night.

and then eddie will clean Steve up, wipe him down, helps him to bed and let him fall asleep while eddie rubs soothing circles into his full, stretch marked belly, kissing it lovingly and falling asleep curled around it.

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[starksvinyls]

Title: Daddy's Big Boy Rating: Mature Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Parent/Child Incest, Age Play, Sexual Age Play, Established Relationship Summary: Tony finds his son playing with action figures. Notes: for @ageplay-may and the Spice prompt for day 11: "incest". also thank you to @starkly for the prompt idea ♡ AO3 Link

“Hey, Pete-” 

Tony stopped in his tracks in his son’s doorway. Peter was sitting on the floor, legs crossed and several multicolored Lego buildings set up and action figures of all the Avengers stationed around the “buildings”. Peter was holding an Iron Man action figure, arm raised, like Iron Man was mid-flight. What really gave Tony pause, though, was the pacifier in Peter’s mouth. 

Peter was frozen, staring at his dad with wide eyes. He finally lept in to action, spiting the pacifier out and scrambling to stand. He rushed over to his dad and began trying to block the view into his room. 

“Dad, hey. What, uhm, what are you doing here?” 

“I live here.” 

“Right. Uhm. Wh-what did you need?” 

“I came to see what you wanted for dinner, but…was that a pacifier?” Tony questioned, not able to just let it go. That had never been one of his stronger abilities. 

“I. No. What?” Peter looked panicked. 

Tony took pity. “Kid, I know what I saw. What’s up, huh?” 

Peter’s shoulders sagged has he sighed. He stepped over to his bed and sat down on the edge. “Yeah, it was a pacifier.” 

Tony could see it still laying on the floor, half hidden by one of the Lego buildings, as he walked over to sit next to his son. “And action figures.” 

“And action figures,” Peter looked down at his hands. “I, uhm, sometimes I like to act little.” 

Tony could hear it in his son’s voice, how hard that had been for him to admit. He waited a second more, in case Peter wanted to say anything else, but it seemed like that was all he was going to contribute. 

“You mean like age regression?” Tony asked. “I have the internet, Pete, I know what stuff is.” He added, laughing, as Peter’s head came up to stare at him, eyebrows furrowed. 

Finally, Peter nodded. 

“Okay, and why did you think you had to hide that, bud?” 

Peter sighed again. “I felt like it took so long for you to notice me, to touch me, and I know now why you had wanted to wait until I was older and more sure, but I was scared that if you knew about this you would take it back.” He admitted. “I was scared that maybe you would think I wasn’t mature enough to do the stuff we do.” 

Reaching for his son, Tony gently pulled until Peter got the idea and climbed into his dad’s lap, straddling his thighs so they were face to face. There was a light pink hue over Peter’s cheeks and Tony leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Peter’s lips. 

“Honey, I know age regressing doesn’t have anything to do with your maturity level as a big boy.” That made Peter blush harder and Tony chuckled. “Do you like it when I call you a big boy?” 

Peter hesitated and then nodded. 

“Daddy had always taken care of you, right?” A nod. “Daddy loves taking care of you, and I have no problem doing it again if you want that, okay?” Another nod. “Use your words, please.” 

“Okay,” Peter whispered. “Uhm, Daddy? Can we have grown up fun even when I’m not a big boy?” He was nervously playing with the hem of Tony’s t-shirt. 

That was almost enough to make Tony instantly hard in his jeans. Fuck. His boy certainly knew just the right buttons to push. “You wanna be Daddy’s good boy?” He husked. 

Peter bit his lip and nodded, looking at his dad through his long lashes. Tony growled and turned to throw Peter down across his bed. The boy made an oof sound, and then giggled as he bounced on the mattress. 

#agepl4y may 2023 #starker #starker fic #*ageplay #starksvinyls fic

[kpopnstarwars]

i keep on thinking about play fighting changbin but with a twist (sorry idk anything about martial arts)

the first time it happens, changbin's doing excessive aegyo - which wouldn't be a problem, except you're trying to finish some work. in hindsight, you should have probably sat at the kitchen table, instead of the sofa, because now he's batting his eyelashes and making grabby hands at you (he wants cuddles, unsurprisingly); you watch unimpressed as he moves his head in front of your laptop screen so you can't not give him attention.

'come on, binnie, just five more minutes?' 'can't you just cuddle me,' he whines, half crawling onto your lap.

rolling your eyes, you huff and push him off the sofa. a small oof leaves him, and he sulks there for a moment before snatching your laptop away. leaping up to give chase, you manage to get one foot on the floor before your boyfriend tackles you back down onto the soft cushions. wriggling in his grasp, you scrabble at the arm of the sofa for purchase as you struggle to extract yourself - he's surprisingly tenacious.

changbin is also surprised. he's trained in taekwondo, you shouldn't be this slippery, but you are. it takes a few close calls, you almost managing to leave the sofa a few times, before he decides to use his training on you - he attempts a hold on you, his legs positioning to pin yours as he reaches for your shoulders.

there's nothing wrong with his angles or his stance. changbin wonders for a moment if he should spar with felix more often because there's no way he's forgotten how, he must just be out of practice.

suddenly, your legs wrap around his waist and you twist your hips, one hand grabbing the back of the sofa as you flip the two of you so now changbin's the one underneath. you laugh, and the look of shock and outrage on his face slowly turns to mischief.

'why didn't you tell me you did martial arts, jagi?' 'the element of surprise,' you reply, grinning. 'now, can i do my work?'

from then on, play fighting with changbin is a common occurrence. it's like how sparring would be, except it's mixed in with mid fight kisses and tickles. on usual days, the boys will walk into the dorms to find you grappling changbin on the sofa after a game of mario kart or battling each other in bed, tangled in the sheets while you alternate between attempting to pin each other and pillow fighting (ironically, you probably spend more time play fighting on the bed than actually having sex).

of course, you're always careful to be safe, and if either of you think you got too competitive excited and accidentally hurt the other person, you're quick to stop and check how they are (once, chan caught changbin putting his hand behind your head to stop you banging it on the coffee table while simultaneously pummelling you with sofa cushions).

in the end, however competitive you and changbin get over your play fights, it will always end with both of you in fits of giggles, love in your eyes.

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[holdmytesseract]

BLURRED LOVE (18+) ǁ CHAPTER EIGHT

Will Ransome x fem!Reader

Warnings for this Chapter: angst, mentions of prostitution

Please remember, that this story is rated 18+ and will contain suggestive smut/light smut in other chapters.

Word Count: 1,1k

a/n: Oof... 👀

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LINK TO SERIES MASTERLIST ǁ CHAPTER NINE

Y/N sat in the small living room, scratching the Cocker Spaniel's belly, as the main door got opened. The woman's head snapped up. "Will?" She didn't get an answer, "Hello? W-Will?" and was about to reach for something she could defend herself with, in case it wasn't the owner of this house - but then Will entered the room - to her sheer relief. Y/N let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, before she stood up. "Thank God… You scared me there quite a bit, Will." A nervous giggle left her lips. "Where have you been? I woke up and you were just gone... Is... Is everything alright?" The reverend swallowed, threw his coat aside and shook his head. His feelings and emotions were still running wild, were a total mess. "We need to talk."

The woman blinked. "O-Okay, sure. What's the matter?" She felt how tensed Will was and knew immediately, that something was wrong. This conversation wouldn't end well... The man just looked at her for a few moments. What a bittersweet pain it was... "W-Will?" "I know who you are." He cut her sentence off immediately. Y/N's eyes widened. "Y-You know who I am? W-What? How?" Will shook his head. "Doesn't matter." It was her turn to swallow. "O-Okay… A-And... Who am I?" She looked deep into the oceanic blue orbs opposite her, fearing she might drown in them. "You are from London. You lived in an orphanage, before you ran away. Life didn't treat you well, so you became a..." Will trailed off, couldn't say the word. He looked down at his hands, kneading his fingers nervously. This wasn't easy for him. He loved a woman, who he shouldn't love and now was probably about to hurt her. "What did I become?" The man lifted his gaze back up, tears glistening once again in his eyes. "You… You are… s-sleeping with men - for money." The young woman's face fell, jaw dropping. Shock was written all over her face. "I-I-I... W-What?" "You heard me, Y/N. Please don't make me say it again." The woman swallowed and blinked heavily, was still in utter shock. Unpleasant silence fell over them, both needing a moment to let the conversation they just had sink in. "Who... Who told you that?" She asked, voice merely above a whisper. "This isn't important. I said it didn't matter-" "But it matters to me, Will!" Y/N suddenly bursted out. "This is my life we are talking about!" The reverend clenched his jaw, still fighting the tears and his emotions. "Who, Will?" "Matthew." "Matthew?! And you just... believe him?!" "Give me one reason why I shouldn't!" Will snapped back, oceanic orbs meeting the woman's Y/E/C ones again. A storm was raging in his eyes now, making her gasp. "He is my friend! A man of God! Just like me!" Rage and disappointment started to course through Y/N's veins at her lover's words. "Yes," She hissed. "And I am the woman you are bedding almost every night!" The words dripped like venom from her lips. Will just stared at her, open mouthed, was seemingly at a loss of words. The young woman was deeply hurt and just needed to get out of here, couldn't stand to look at Will a second longer. So, she quickly rushed past him, heading for the main door, slamming it shut behind her. No ten seconds later, she heard Will coming after her. "Y/N! Wait! I-" The woman spun around to face him. "Leave me alone!" She yelled, her steps quickening. Will had no other choice than to do what she asked for. He didn't want to make things worse, so he decided to give her the space she needed. He watched her go, his heart shattering even more.

Y/N trudged through the high grass and muddy paths of the quiet village, until she reached the shore of the Blackwater. Her eyes travelled over the quiet water, while she in- and exhaled deeply. Hot tears were running down her cheeks. This wasn't really happening, was it? She must be dreaming, she thought. This couldn't be real. She had been happy... Even though she didn't remember her past life. But why holding on to an old life you don't remember, when there is a bright future laying ahead of you? She truly had started to like him... A lot. Perhaps she really fell in love with Will. Will... Imagines of the kind and humble man flooded her head, causing her to close her eyes, as she felt the cold breeze drying the hot tears on her cheeks. How he looked after her, day after day. Making sure she was alright. Brought her something to drink and to eat. The first time they gave in to their desires. How his lips moved against hers. How his naked body hovered above hers, while he pushed them both in the abysses of pleasure, like he did countless times. The way he held her close to his body when they bathed in the afterglow. The smile on his face, when they talked about anything and everything. But suddenly, different pictures were running through her mind as well, mixing with them of Will. Y/N couldn't define the pictures in her head. They were blurry and not clear. "Hello?! Can you hear me?!" Out of nowhere, the faint but panicky voice of Will penetrated her mind, followed by even more voices. "Nobody is going to ever want you, Y/N. You're alone and you'll always be!" A female voice said, combined with the faint image of an elderly woman, who had an evil, cold-hearted look on her face. Then, laughing. A lot of children pointing at her, laughing loudly. "Enough, you brat! You are never going to leave this place! You chose this, remember?" A man spat at her, had her arm in a death grip. "It was your decision to become a whore, not mine! So, stop complaining and do your job!" At those words, the woman ripped her eyes open, breathing heavily. She remembered. She remembered everything. From her childhood and the orphanage, to the day she... Y/N swallowed, stumbled a few steps back, needed to steady herself against the stake, which had been knocked into the ground next to her, for whatever reason. The day she decided to ruin her life completely. The day she knocked at the door to her own personal hell. The 'Regents Parlour' brothel in London. Matthew had been right. She was nothing but a woman who slept with men for a living - and the realisation killed her. She felt so utterly guilty suddenly. She had slept with a man of God - a thing she shouldn't have done. Not she. Not a prostitute. She had ruined him, poisoned his soul.

#will ransome x female reader #will ransome x reader #will ransome x y/n #will ransome x you #will ransome #the essex serpent

[tea-reads]

Steph’s December Writing Challenge - Bonus #3: Home for Dinner

A/N: Last one for Ezra featuring Cee! Enjoy :)

Ezra (Prospect) x reader (Modern AU)

WARNINGS: none

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“Ooh, don’t mind if I do- ow!” Ezra huffed and reeled his hand back after you slapped it away from grabbing a cinnamon roll, fresh from the oven. “You’ll have to wait until Cee gets here, Ez. She wouldn’t like you pinching her favourite snack.” You said, unfazed by Ezra’s pleading puppy dog eyes. “She’ll be here soon, my love, please be patient.” You reassured him, reaching out to cup his cheek and brushing your thumb against it. “Of course, my dear.” He promised, leaning into your touch.

Ezra would help out by setting the table for the three of you and preparing dinner with you. Cee might be in for a surprise when she sees the additional family member. As soon as the doorbell rang, Birdie started barking and ran towards the entrance to greet the expected guest, Ezra calmed her down as he trailed behind to open the door.

“Hey, little bird - oof ” Ezra chuckled as the young girl immediately hugged him tight. “Good to see you again.” He said and hugged her back.

“Missed you, Ezra,” Cee said, but the sentiment was abruptly interrupted by the dog whining, “and who’s this?” She asked excitedly, letting go to crouch down and pat Birdie. Cee felt the collar and pulled it around to read the name tag.  “’Birdie’?” She looked up at Ezra and gave a quizzical look - Ezra chuckled and shrugged. “Birdie’s a stray and so she has been under our care. We’re fostering her, but it looks like she wants to be part of the family.” Ezra explained. 

Cee asked where you were to which Ezra replied you were cleaning up in the kitchen. “Woah, is that…?” She sniffed the air. “Yes! Cinnamon rolls! You better not have taken one.” She got up and made her way down the hall carrying her small suitcase. 

“Don’t worry, I kept an eye on him.” Your voice rang out. Cee’s eyes lit up once she saw you folding a tea towel and hanging it on the oven handle. She dropped her luggage and dashed towards you - spotted her just in time - hugging you as if she missed you most. You laughed, wrapping your arms around her and steadied yourselves as she almost put you off balance and made you fall. 

“College must be brutal, huh?” You joked and Cee groaned. “Tell me about it, I missed you guys way too much - and you and Ezra put everyone’s cooking to shame.” She added, making you laugh again. 

“Well, lucky for you, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” You told her, pulling away and giving her a warm smile. 

“And we missed you too, Cee. Welcome home.”

#stephsdecemberwritingchallenge #ezra prospect x reader #ezra x reader #ezra prospect

[beardedhandstoadshark]

if you had to pick 5 songs to listen to in a 3 hour car ride, what would you choose? Please feel free to ramble in any/all of these!!

Sure, easy, just let me check my playlist real quick 890 videos. Ok. Oof.

Btw I don’t have Spotify so enjoy a bunch of YouTube links instead

Still feel by half•alive

which I accidentally stumbled upon, it’s catchy and it’s cool how the song changes it’s vibes especially at the end, but more importantly the choreography is just. So amazing. Which, as it turns out, is just always the case with half alive, but this is the first video I saw of them so the *woah* effect was bigger. This whole thing is just great to listen and watch to, and also it was shot at the bat-cave so that’s cool. I know for a fact I could fill 20-30 minutes just with this song, because I already did it when I first found it.

Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw

(RIP block of text that was originally here, eaten alive by random bugs. You will be missed)

This was apparently an esc winning song, so that’s cool, found it randomly by searching for a song of the same name I didn’t vibe with, it does that thing at around the 2:30 mark where it goes low and then goes bigger than before which I love when it happens in songs, great message, and it‘s also got "imagine random scenes“ potential (and ik I‘m not the only one who sees this because I have seen that song, for that context, in one of the Zelda related tags on here)

Minecraft Sweden Persona 5/Acid Jazz style

It’s all the chill of Minecraft Sweden combined with all the vibe of Persona 5, and it’s so good. I just really like how it sounds, it’s just so relaxing but not downright boring, y‘know? Just great to, well, vibe to!

The Mii Channel music.

Yes. I‘m serious.

And last but not least, as a complete curveball (if this breaks your view of this blog I‘m so sorry anon):

Renegades by Our Promise (Flashing lights cw!)

which I don’t expect anyone to ever have heard of because they’re not only a metalcore band, but have also only been around for a year and have exactly 6050 subscribers. Who you should totally listen to if you’re into that genre, or alternative rock too since they just released a new song 2 days ago and it feels like it fits that genre more, but idk, idc that much about genres anyways. But they do that "going big at the end“ thing too!

Found them when they had like 5000 subs through an ad for the Worst (cw even bigger flashing lights), which I saw on this cover of Kingslayer (cw metal lol) which I found by randomly searching for 8 bit covers of Throne (this one’s chill), which then ironically led to me getting into bmth again after stumbling upon the original Throne a few years ago.

Anyways Our Promise needs more love

If you don’t vibe with these genres that’s totally fine tho

This isn’t reflective of my whole playlist or liked genres btw, eg. there’s some songs I like a lot but would never listen to in a car ride because I need to move while listening to them , or songs I like but can’t listen to on repeat (aka literally every Starset song I heard, ever, except maybe It has begun because that one‘s great for thinking up scenes, the top comment is proof) Or songs that are great… but barely reach 3 minutes (the second one I actually did find trough Zelda adjacent stuff of all places)

Actually y’know what, just any song that’s good for thinking up random scenes can go on this list, it makes the 3h go by faster

#another anon ask #long post #in my defence you did write I could ramble about all of them. So I did XD #wanna ramble about yours? #showing off my cringe taste for the whole World Wide Web to see again lol #feel free to not vibe with them at all #it’s cool #this is a music judge free blog #also this post turned into an ad for music tracks lol #gimme a genre/vibe and I‘ll try to find something fitting from my playlist #i just don’t like clinging to a single genre or style #it just seems so…boring #to never search for new stuff #or gatekeep who can listen to what and how #but idk #Btw YouTube is pretty great for finding random remixes and mashups #even if the ads are incredibly annoying- but Spotify had them too so idk

[justalonelyslytherin]

My Sister(s) Boyfriend(s) to the Rescue 1/2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic/siblings Peter Parker x Reader,

Warnings: none really, a little bit of anxiety talk/anxiousness (teen angst), peter is a nervous mess and awkward mess

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: This took me way too long. I got stuck on another passage (still am if I'm being honest). But I didn't want to wait any longer and let this dust over in my writing folder. So I decided to split it into two parts. Have fun with part 1!

tagging: @peakyrogers

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It was the middle of the night. The sky was a shade of obsidian, contrasting the bright lights dotting the city skyline. Even in the deep of night it never was truly dark in New York City. For once the Tower wasn’t one of the buildings lighting up the skies. Normally it would be a beacon of light. As the Tower, like the city in which it stood, never slept. Today there was no mission. No emergency that kept earth’s mightiest heroes awake into the early hours of the morning. No flash of inspiration that would keep some of them in the laboratories until the edge of dawn. It was quiet and peaceful.

The light of the moon - for the surrounding buildings weren't tall enough to reach this level - shone in. It spread through the big open windows that adorned the outer walls of the room. The faint rays of light traveled and stretched over the floors, missing the bed in which its occupants slept.

Y/N and Steve were a tangled mess of limbs, their chests softly raising with each breath. Y/N lay facing the windows, while the super-soldier had himself wrapped around her back, holding her close to himself. One of her hands was resting beside her face on the pillow. The other one she had placed on top of Steve’s strong forearm resting over her middle. He had pressed his face against her neck, hidden in her mob of hair. With each breath, the tips of her hair swayed.

The exhaustion from the last couple of days consumed them. One mission had followed the other with next to no room for a break. So when there had been no more missions to go on and no emergencies called in, they all but fell into the bed.

Yet the night wasn’t supposed to stay calm. Their rest was only so short when a noise broke the silence in the room. The phone with its display turned upside down on the bedside table started to shake. The vibration of an incoming call shook it. It jumped around the wood as the ringtone started to rip through the silent air.

Y/N and Steve roused, both so rudely pulled out of their slumber. While Y/N opened one glowing eye, Steve grumbled behind her. He murmured an incoherent complaint and buried his head into his pillow to try to sleep through it. The man made it rather difficult for her to reach out to the blaring phone. Especially with the way he tightened his arms around her middle so she wouldn’t leave his embrace. Any other moment Y/N would have loved the way he tried to keep her in his cocoon of warmth. If it wasn’t for the tedious ringing she would have loved getting pulled back. Now, however, she strained against his grip, prying herself away from him enough to reach the phone. Once the mobile phone was securely in her hand, she fell back against her boyfriend’s warm chest evoking a small ‘oof’ out of him.

“Yes?”, she asked, a yawn escaping her mouth. The other end of the line was silent, though a faint rustling reached her.

“So, uhm, I need help.” Peter sounded sheepish and flustered. There was once more silence, before he added, “Steve's help.” He stumbled over the name. Y/N cracked a small smile over his antics. Peter was still in such awe. Whenever he saw Steve, whenever he interacted with the Captain America. It was hard for him to drop the starstruck feelings. But he was making progress since Steve had asked him to drop the formalities. He thought that they should be casual with each other. Since he was dating Peter’s sister and he wanted to get closer to the teen too.

Y/N screwed her eyebrows together and opened her eyes once more. Pulling the phone away from her face she looked at the much too bright display for the first time since waking up.

“Peter it’s 3 am, what’s going on?” While she felt tired at such an ungodly hour, him needing help had woken her up and made her alert. “Where are you? Are you in trouble? How serious is it?”

Once more there was rustling on Peter’s side of the conversation. It sounded like Paper and the squeaking of a chair to her.

“At home.”, came the mutter of the teenager and then a heavy sigh. “Can you maybe just come?” And then, in the tiniest voice a small but desperate “Please.”

Y/N yawned once more and thought about it. It didn’t sound like he was in danger, so there wasn’t an enemy. She was still far too tired to reach out with her powers to see where the problem lay. Whatever the matter, it had to have enough importance that he would call and ask, even if it wasn’t a threat per se.

She turned her head and peeked over her shoulder, nudging Steve. Nothing. When she gave him another nudge - this time with her foot - he reacted. Another grumble came from him before he lifted his head and looked at her. He was completely disheveled. His hair stuck out in all kinds of directions, and the way he had his eyebrows furrowed made him look very cute. The way his eyes drooped suggested that he felt as tired as her. She thought to even see the remnants of some drool on his chin. It made her heart swell and elicited a small smile.

“We’ll be there. Give us twenty minutes or so.” All she heard was a gasp of relief from the other side, followed shortly by a small “Thank you.”

Y/N ended the call and let her phone fall beside her onto the mattress. Steve went in to lean his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck as he woke up further. A little sigh left his lips. He didn’t need to know the exact time to know that it was way too early for them to be up.

“What’s going on?”, he asked her, voice soft, and pressed a tired kiss on her cheek.

“Peter needs your help. I don’t know with what but it seems urgent.” The teen was still hesitant to call her whenever he needed something. Even though Y/N told him time and time again it was no trouble. For him to call meant it had to be important.

“Can’t we have five more minutes?” Steve’s whine made her laugh. She didn’t turn her head but knew anyway that he was pouting at her. It was impossible for her to be even closer to him but that didn’t stop him from trying to pull her further into his chest. His hands were warm on her stomach and hip. Damn him. Normally Steve was the voice of reason while she tried to allure and seduce him. He was the one to stay strong and not get persuaded.

“I told him we would be there in twenty minutes.”, she said, giving his forearm a soft squeeze.

“Please Sweetheart.” The way his breath hit her ear made her shiver. She had half a mind to give in. A couple more minutes of cuddling with her boyfriend sounded wonderful. Yet, she didn’t fall for his attempts. Her brother’s need for help pulled her in the opposite direction of Steve’s inviting warmth

“No, come on.”

Steve protested as she climbed out of his embrace. In an instant, he missed the feel of her body and the softness of her skin against his. His eyes followed her form through the darkened room. With a sigh, he too climbed out of bed only moments later.

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Meanwhile, in Queens Peter was mindlessly spinning in his chair and staring ahead. His room was dark, safe from the little lamp he had on his desk and the lit-up display of his laptop. Open on it was a writing document. An empty writing document. One whose emptiness seemed to be accusing him.

With a sigh, he pulled the display of the laptop closer, minimizing the accusing blank slate that he should be filling with words instead. But there was nothing. He didn’t know where to start, he didn’t know what to write about.

It was way too late for him to be still up with this. Yet here he was, getting more desperate with each turn he made on his chair. Each time the soft glow of his laptop came into view he felt himself get more stressed.

The Teen did only stop his spinning when he sensed something. It was an abrupt halt, one that almost sent him crashing into his table. There was the tingle he should have become accustomed to already. The hairs on his arms stood up in something that a normal person would consider to be goosebumps. When the top of each little hair started to point in the direction of his door there was nothing normal about it anymore. His spider-senses were there to keep him safe. Peter stared into the darkness of the hallway and listened.

The ringing of the doorbell a second later had him scrambling out of his chair. Almost toppling over and face planting on the floor. Peter sped through the dark hallway while trying to be as quick yet as silent as possible.

The door came into his view and as he stood in front of it, he paused. Peter remembered the many talks with Happy about safety and took a peek through the peephole. With his heart hammering against the inside of his chest he unlocked and opened the door. In the hallway before the apartment stood Y/N and Steve.

Both appeared in casual clothing. He hadn’t seen the captain in leisurewear before. The sweatpants and the thin long-sleeved henley were new for Peter. It was a big contrast to the tactical suit he was the most familiar with. Even to the jeans Steve wore outside of his uniform. Y/N looked like she had rolled out of bed a moment ago. She had thrown her hair up in a quick and messy way, the pants and shirt sat crooked.

He opened the door with such momentum that he had to scramble to stop it from hitting the wall of the Apartment. Aunt May wasn’t home so he didn’t need to worry about waking her up. But he didn’t want to get a noise complaint from one of the neighbors.

“Thank you for coming.”, he mumbled as the two Avengers entered the living room. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“No Problem kid,” Steve reassured him with a small smile and an encouraging nod as he stepped in. Y/N sent him another smile as she entered the apartment. Her hand briefly went to his head to ruffle his hair.

“How was your trip?” Instead of asking the obvious first, she asked a question Peter would be more comfortable with. She could feel the anxious energy radiating off the teen and sought to make him more relaxed. Whatever it was that he needed help with, they could tackle it once Peter wasn’t about to bounce off the walls.

“It was good. We came back this morning.” He was still rather exhausted from the long drive with the bus and the exciting yet nerve-wracking days.

“What trip?” Steve looked between the two siblings, a quizzical look on his face. He had no idea what kind of trip they were talking about.

“The Decathlon Team went to the Regionals.”

“Oh was this the competition thing you told me about?” Steve turned to Y/N who rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. Steve furrowed his brows.

“Yes, exactly that. Didn’t I tell you about the trip?”

“I don’t remember you mentioning this to me Sweetheart. You talked to Tony about something like that I believe.” He would have remembered if she had told him about that. Steve made a point to be involved and interested in Peter’s doings.

“Huh, I thought I did,” she mumbled before turning back to Peter to inquire further, “It went just good? How did the team do? Did you have some time to relax or sightsee?”

Peter’s nerves started to ebb away. He appreciated Y/N’s subtle ways of helping him. She didn’t point out the obvious and didn’t make him feel bad for feeling the way he did. Truth be told, ever since he got bitten by that spider he had been feeling more anxious. He wasn’t sure if it came with his heightened senses or from the experiences - good and bad - he had made since then as spiderman.

“We got in the first place and won a big trophy. Mr. Harrington said the school will put it into the big showcase for everyone to see.” The smile that spread over Y/N’s face made him stutter for a moment. The next moment he felt encompassed in a big hug from the woman.

“Peter that’s great! Congratulations!” The warm gesture made him smile and after he got over his surprise he returned the hug as well. Over his sister’s shoulder, the Teen met Steve’s eyes. The happy and somewhat even proud look on Steve’s face made him blush.

“We didn’t have much free time. Jacob dragged me along to a comic book store and we got some pizza, but that’s pretty much it. The pizza also was disappointing.”, he continued once the hug had ended.

“You New Yorkers and your obsession with New York pizza.” Y/N rolled her eyes once more and snickered. Peter and Steve looked at each other before they broke out in grins and chuckled. The tall blonde walked over to his girlfriend, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, still rather amused. Once it had waned he turned to Peter. It was time to address the reason both of them were here.

“What’d you need help with, kid?” Peter started blushing, instantly becoming embarrassed and shy.

“Uhm…I-I kinda forgot that I needed to write an essay for history class. I was so busy with the Decathlon and then I forgot and now I need it tomorrow..”

“And what’s this essay supposed to be about?” The supersoldier inquired with curiosity.

“The Howling Commandos.”

Steve was taken aback by this answer. He looked at the Teen with surprise on his face, his eyes big and his mouth opened in a small o-shape. Peter thought it was a bad sign how speechless the Captain was. He was about to start apologizing again. Rambling about how many sources there are online but it was so late and he didn’t know where to start. Before he could, however, he watched Steve’s face light up, his mouth forming into a soft grin. A warm and somewhat proud glimmer in his eyes. Then he was nodding and walking over to Peter. The pat on his shoulder was such a simple gesture but one that conveyed a lot.

“Of course, I’ll help you with that kid.” “Really?” Peter nearly didn’t believe it was that simple.

“Sure do.”

“Then let’s not waste time, shall we?” Y/N interjected and smiled at both her boys. Peter nodded. He blinked once, twice before he realized that they were still standing in the living room. So he motioned for them to follow him down the hall and into his room.

Peter never thought he would have Captain America sit in his bedroom in the middle of the night. Ever. He would have never imagined showing the icon of the nation his simple bedroom. Yet here he was. Y/N he had already shown the room. Actually, since that first time after the school festival she had been over a couple more times. So that wasn’t a concern to him anymore. While both Avengers trailed behind him on the very short walk to his room, his nerves got the best of him once again. Had he cleaned up his room? What would the Captain think of his room? Would he judge him for the organized chaos Peter kept or for all the bits of electronics strewn across his desk?

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Oblivious to the young superheroes' inner tumult, Steve followed. He was curious to see the teen's room if he was honest. Surely it looked different from the room he had as a teen. Between his teenage years and today lay 70+ years and the great depression. It fascinated Steve to see how much had changed and how different people decorated their homes nowadays. There was so much you could do today, for relatively little money too. His mother and he had only had the bare minimum, some old furniture they got and the odd bit of memorabilia that his mother had brought to the US with her. They hadn’t had much but it had been enough and Steve still remembered his childhood home with a certain fondness.

The room was dark like the hallway they had passed through. It amazed Steve how easily Y/N managed to navigate through the dark room. He knew she had been here multiple times.

At the same time she reached the bunk bed, Peter had turned on the lights, blinding all three of them. A chorus of groans came from each of them.

“Sorry.”, Peter mumbled as they all squinted their eyes. The next moment the big headlight flicked off again. Two smaller lamps - one in the corner of the room and the other one on Peter’s desk - flicked on to replace the bigger light. “That’s much better. Less blinding.” Y/N’s eyes, who had glowed in the fractional moment of darkness between the light's change, slowly turned back to normal.

The creaking of a bed was the next thing that reached Steve’s ears. He opened his eyes again, much more comfortable with the new light setting than before. Y/N had sat down on the lower of the two bunk beds and leaned down onto her hands on the mattress behind. The way she had to still duck her head a bit to not hit the underside of the upper mattress made him smile.

“Uhm, right. You can sit there.” Steve followed Peter’s pointing finger to the desk chair. Before Steve could ask where Peter planned to sit, there was only one chair in the room, the teen grabbed his laptop and sat beside Y/N on the bottom bed. Steve nodded and sat down. The chair was a bit small, as most things were for him, but he managed as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“What have you gotten so far?” The teen blushed again and started squirming. Y/N cocked an eyebrow. She leaned down to take a peek over her brother's shoulder.

“Nothing.”, she concluded with the raise of an eyebrow. Steve knitted his brows, when he looked at Y/N she only shrugged. So he looked back at Peter. He looked uncomfortable, guilty even if Steve read it right.

“I don’t know where to start,” Peter confessed. “Our teacher suggested some things we could focus on. Mostly about the achievements of the Howling Commandos and their role in winning the war. But I don’t want to do that.” He placed the laptop on the bed and stood up. Slowly pacing his room and wringing his hands, he tried to explain to them what he had in his mind. “Everyone will write about that.”

“Then write about something different,” Y/N concluded matter of factly. Peter stopped for a moment to look at her. He blinked, nodded, and then continued his pacing.

“Right…I’d like to focus more on the members themselves and who they were. Make it more personal…They were their own people after all. Not just the disembodied heroes that are written about in history.” That’s when he stopped again to look at Steve. He looked shy, almost careful as if his words could have been insulting to the veteran that lived through textbook history.

At first, he frowned. But then Steve’s face blanked, deeply in thought. The change lasted only a couple of seconds before he nodded - more to himself than anyone else - and focused back on Peter.

“Sure.”

“Yeah?” Peter gasped. It caused the blond super-soldier to crack a smile.

“Yeah kid.” 

Yet he could still sense some apprehension from the teen. It prompted Steve to add, “You surprised me. Most people forget that behind the stories and figures stood real people with lives. I didn’t think you would want to write about that.”

Peter blushed again and smiled at Steve. Slowly he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to find the next words.

“Well, yeah…But I want to. Because I know and I want the others to know that too.” And in a much quieter voice, he mumbled, “I want them to see you and Mr. Barnes as I do. Like real people, that are more than their titles and achievements.”

Steve’s heart swelled. It moved him, made him even choke up a little. He spluttered, trying to find his words. They failed him. Instead, the blond nodded again, the burn of his eyes prominent as he looked at Peter.

“Y-yeah, we can do that,” he croaked out at last, voice thick with emotion. It was hard being Captain America sometimes. The public saw him only as the famous symbol, yet he wasn’t all that. He was just Steve, the small kid from Brooklyn. It had taken him a long time to find some people who understood that after he had woken up 70 years in the future.

“How about you two concentrate on what you want to write down, while I’ll cover the sources,” Y/N suggested. As much as she wanted her two boys to have their emotional bonding moment last longer, it was already late and they hadn’t written one word. Time was dwindling. Peter nodded and flopped down on the bed beside her again, pulling the computer back into his lap.

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[muniimyg]

02 | don’t 🖊

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How mindless could he be? How could it not be what you see it is?  

 “It’s not what you think, ___. Please!” 

Is he insane?

You caught him red handed. Quite literally, his hand was gripped around some girl’s ass and other up her tight top. His lips were pressed against her ear, whispering god knows what.

He’s always been good with words and you honestly should not be surprised with how things are turning out right now. As tacky, cheap, and utterly shameless it is to say, last time that was you.

You were the girl.

Now, you’re the other girl.

Karma’s a bitch, huh?

“Forget it, Jimin.”

You wave him off, ignoring the way your eyes were beginning to burn from the tears that threated to fall. 

It was arrogant and ironic. They were hardly in a corner, people surrounding them minding their own business until you arrived. It’s like they were all on his side. It’s a scene they’ve seen before.

“___, baby, please,” he begs, reaching out to you. You pull her hand away and feel disgusted with his touch.  “You said you weren’t coming tonight, I didn’t expect to—”

“Be caught?” you laugh. “Forget it, Jimin. Forget us. It’s fine, you know? I knew who I was dating. I knew who I was loving—“

It slips. 

The thought of loving him and letting yourself fall for him more than you should have slips out of your mouth and inflames his ego. 

“Love?” he enlightens. “___, you’re a nice girl and all.. But don’t be dumb! Don’t love me.” You feel everyone’s eyes begin to watch you two and the party begin to move in slow motion. Was it getting hot in here? Why was everyone suddenly so quiet? You’ve never liked small parties for this exact reason. There was no privacy. 

His advice is taunting.

You offer him a sad smile, “I won’t.” 

He calls for your name again as you sharply turn around and push your way through the crowd. You feel sympathetic eyes on you as you make your way out. 

Air. 

You need air. 

When you see the door, you let out a huge sigh. At last, stepping outside, you check your pocket for your phone and—

Your head bumps into someone’s chest. 

“Oof,” you whine, rubbing your forehead. 

Lifting your head up, your glossy eyes meet his. He smells of vape and shitty cologne. The guy stares at you, connecting where he’s seen you before. You look familiar. You feel familiar. 

“Shit, watch where you’re going—I’m sorry,” he pauses, slowly blinking at the sight of your teary eyes. “Did I hurt you or something? You didn’t even bump into me that hard.”

“No, it’s.. Uh, it’s not you,” you dismiss. You pat around yourself once again before finding your phone. 

(4) Missed calls from Jimin

The man in front of you takes a hit, turning to the side to puff out the vape. You apologize awfully quickly, excusing yourself before moving past him. He moves to the side to let you through and to his surprise, sees an old friend looking around. 

Park Jimin stretches his neck, eyes wondering and landing on you as you walk away. Taehyung catches this and instantly shares a look with Jimin. He sends him a cheeky smile before chasing after you. 

“Leaving so soon? I didn’t even get a chance to get your name,” Taehyung smirks, catching up to you. He plants his feet in front, blocking your way. Everyone is going inside the house, leaving you two alone on the driveway. You pause and he looks past you, taking note of how Jimin was watching even as the crowd coming in was sweeping him in like a wave. 

“I said I was sorry… Was that not enough?”

Taehyung pouts. “Definitely not. I want more of you.”

“So soon?” you tease, “I’m literally just about to cry over a fuckboy.” 

“Awh, you poor baby! Promise to cry about me next then, yeah?” Taehyung insists, lifting his hand to wipe your fallen tears with his thumb. You smack his hand away and glare. 

“Wouldn’t you like that?”

“I would,” he laughs. “It would be a good ego boost. A pretty girl crying over me instead of her fuckboy of a boyfriend?”

“Aren’t you one too?” you snap, crossing your arms. You note that he’s pretty stubborn. He bites his bottom lip, inching closer to you. You take a breath in though he makes you shiver. “You all look the same. Handsome, deceitful—“

“You think I’m handsome?”

“I think you’re too good for whatever you’re depicting yourself to be.”

It makes him pause.

What the fuck?

Who talks like this?

“Wanna find out?” He asks before taking another hit. His response doesn’t quit fit yours, but it’ll do. It will redirect.

You notice his effort to change the topic. Your eyes fall to his vape. “You know that’s bad for you, right?”

His eyes flicker to his vape pen. You’re starring at with a disappointing look. He shoves it in his jacket pocket and then puts his hands up in surrender. 

“So is having a fuckboy of a boyfriend.”

You know he’s teasing but maybe it was too soon to say such a thing. It offends you. Tilting your head, you ask him; “you seem pretty obsessed with my said fuckboy boyfriend. Do you know him or something?”

“Park Jimin?” he guesses, making sure to look into your eyes for a reaction. 

“Yeah,” you confirm, feeling a lump in your throat begin to form. “Are you a friend of his?”

He shrugs, “used to be. Are you a girlfriend of his?”

A girlfriend. 

There’s a list. 

You’ve always known there was a list but you were also convinced you’d be the final name on it. Clearly, that wasn’t the case. Before you know it, you notice where his gaze goes. Turning, you spot Jimin approaching you two. Quickly, you grab on to his arm and look up at him. 

“Used to be,” you answer him. Any banter or unsettled feelings towards him calms. You see an opportunity. Before you can stop yourself, you suggest, “wanna piss him off?”

The suggestion causes a mutual happiness between you two. It amuses him how fast you are to suggest such a thing. You look sweet too. Your headband and tennis like dress could almost deceive him. Even if you were dating a prick like Jimin, something in him told him that you were definitely the odd one out in his girlfriend list. 

It brings him to question a lot of things. It makes him curious about you. It wasn’t about what you wore or how lewd you could turn your words or even suggest such things; it’s just your aura. You’re good. Far too good for Jimin. 

But he’ll play along. He raises and eyebrow before grinning and placing his arm around your waist. He nodding at the direction of his car and you two make your way there. 

“Always.”

It’s hard to say what or how but something shifts between you two. In his car, he plays slow RnB music. It makes you feel a little nervous that you’re here and how quick your decision was. You’re not usually like this. 

Now that you were away from everyone and the entire scene, you feel like you finally caught your breath. Your guard is put down and it feels a little silly to assume that his is too. Regardless, you sink into his presence. 

“I’m ___, by the way.” you offer your hand. Taehyung glances at it, letting out a chuckle. “Right. You’re driving. Sorry.”

“Taehyung,” he introduces. 

You nod, tapping your fingers on your lap. You feel so fucking stupid. Why were you here again? How did this happen? You should probably call Jimin and—

“Where am I dropping you off, ___?” Taehyung asks, as he finds a place to park. You two are only a few blocks away from the party. 

“Are you going back to the party?”

“I was leaving.” 

“Oh,” you say stunned. “Sorry again. I’m sure you weren’t expecting a whole damsel in distress scene.”

Taehyung shrugs, turning off the engine. “I heard Jimin was at the party so I expected nothing less.”

For the first time tonight, you laugh for real. It’s short-lived, but it seemed to lighten the mood. He purses his lips as silence falls upon you two. 

“I caught him with another girl,” you explain. “And it’s like, I knew he was the type.. But when you’re the girl he’s sweet talking to—you believe him, you know? My friend all warned me about him and everything but I didn’t listen because I believed in him. Now, I know better.”

“Great,” Taehyung applauds you. “I didn’t ask, but great.”

“You were a lot more interested in me earlier—”

“Jimin was watching,” he reasons. Taehyung looks at you and your gaze falls to your lap. You’re embarrassed. You should have known better.

“Oh.”

Silence again. 

“I’ll take you home,” Taehyung suggests. “I’m sure it’s been a long night for you.”

You shake your head. “No, I just arrived..”

“Oh,” Taehyung realizes and feels bad for you. Though he saw your watery eyes, he didn’t notice how out of it you look. He pities you.

“You can just drop me off here and I’ll Uber,” you unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the door when all of the sudden Taehyung autolocks it. 

“I’ll take you home.”

You cross your arms and plead, “it’s okay, really! I already ruined your night and —”

Taehyung chides, “you didn’t. Quit saying that shit. If anything, you made it more entertaining.”

“How so?” you press.

“If I go back to the party, Jimin will think that I fucked you or something. It’ll make his dick twitch like the little bitch he is.”

“That’s a lot of profanity,” you whisper, a little taken back. 

Taehyung bursts into laughter and you sit there feeling a little weird. Given the awkward situation, he’s pretty good at making you feel at ease. 

“Just type in your address,” he starts the car and taps on the screen. Tapping the built in GPS option, something inside you lights up. 

You tap on the option and lean back to your seat. Buckling your seatbelt, Taehyung quickly glances at the screen and his eyebrows furrow. 

“That’s my home address.”

“I know,” you say shyly. 

“Do you live in the same apartment as me or something—”

“You told me you’d take me home,” you tell Taehyung sweetly and if he was any dumber; he wouldn’t have understood. But your suggestive look and the way your hands land on his lap... Yeah. That’s more than enough of a tell. 

“You sure, princess?”

You shrug, leaning towards him. “You said Jimin probably thinks we’re fucking right? Let’s not be liars here, Taehyung. I hate liars.”

Taehyung stares at you blankly. He leans back to his seat and contemplates. 

“I’ve known you for nearly less than an hour and I know you’re better than this. You look like a good kid, don’t push yourself to—”

You hike your dress and gather your hair to tie up. Taehyung freezes. He didn’t know how much he wanted this until you presenting yourself the way you are now. Its an unforeseen desire he has growing in the pit of his stomach.

He doesn’t want to take advantage of you. Knowing what an emotional mess you might me, could he do this to you? Why do you sound so sure? Why is he the one to hesitate right now?

“Teach me,” you whimper, moving closer to him. You rub around his area and he doesn’t know if it’s the idea of fucking you in his car that has him going mad or the fact that you look so incredibly sexy. You didn’t look like this a minute ago. A minute ago you were shocked about his word choice. 

“Teach me to be like you,” your soft voices makes him sink into his seat. He doesn’t mean to. His body does so without any warning and he thinks to himself; how the fuck did you just get him to do that?

“Like what?” though he sounds slightly offended, he complies as you tug on his belt. “Jimin’s a fuckboy and I—”

“You’re better. I’ve known you for nearly less than an hour and I know you’re better than him. So, teach me how to play his game better.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t help you out or say that shit about Jimin thinking we’d be sleeping together just for you to actually do it. I’m genuinely okay if this doesn’t happen and I—”

“You’re cute. I’m okay, I swear,” you promise. “I want you.”

“Do you want me or do you want revenge?” he teases once more.

“You,” you reassure him. Taehyung gulps as he reclines his seat and you move even closer. “Besides, love is sweeter than revenge.” 

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[scyllasims]

2000 FOLLOWER GIFT (PART 1) - OBEY ME - Horns

Phew, these were SO much fun to make. I just hope they are all working alright, but they seem to be. Now I just need to hope that they’ll work okay with the wings and tails without issues lmao. Like what I did with the eyes, I made them in a way that means they won’t disappear with generated outfits like work stuff, ect, so they are under the category of “skin details”. They are right at the bottom of skin details in my game, so likely for yours, too. All seven horns have swatches that are a bit inconsistent and some have more than most. I just added some extra ones I thought worked with them - they are, after all, mostly made just for the one character swatch. I got a bit carried away with some of them, lmao.

The way I usually deal with their casual/demon forms is I have them all set as vampires, using their dark form as their demon form, but with some mods that let me choose if they have any of the debuffs or not. There are a lot of mods available on MTS to choose from with altering the vampire life state, including ones that make sure they don’t get hurt by sunlight ect. Also lets you choose some pretty cool buffs that work for their characters. You’ll probably want the mod that gives vampires their reflection back, too. Otherwise how will Asmodeus admire himself?

This is only part 1 of the follower gift. The next two parts (the tails and then the wings) will be released when they’re done, but I wanted something to release when we reached the milestone. And bloody hell, how did I get here? You guys are the cutest, too. Oof.

- Disabled for random

- All meshes created by me

- In the “skin details” category

I may do versions in an accessories category later, but only if enough people ask for them. For now, I’ll be moving on to make the tails next.

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[tinkerbellwoo]

A Man In Uniform - C. San

Synopsis - San’s first day on the job as a police officer takes an erotic turn when you notice how hot he looks in his uniform.

Genre - Smutty smut

AU - Non Idol, established relationship

Pairing - Police Officer!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Bad language, pet names, use of handcuffs, spanking, squirting, cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap ur sausage), Dom!San, oral (F receiving), role play, dirty talk, fingering, ‘Sir’ used multiple times, slight overstimulation, nipping?, idk bruh it’s hella dirty you get it LMAO

Word Count - 1,300+

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San has trained for years to become a police officer, it was his dream since he was a little boy and he’s finally got his own uniform. Today is his first day on the job as an officer at your local police station and you’ve never felt so proud. 

You’ve been receiving text updates from him all day:

“Babe! I just made my first arrest! Are you proud of me? :D”

“I just used the lights and the siren for the first time. I feel so badass~”

“There’s so many buttons in this car...”

As cute as he’s being, one thing remains on your mind, the selfie San sent you earlier in the day of him in his police uniform. You never thought seeing your boyfriend in a uniform would turn you on so much, your thighs squeezed together as soon as you opened the photo, a surge of arousal being pumped through your veins by your pounding heart.

He’s been boasting about all of his gear on his belt but one particular piece of equipment stuck out the most to you, his handcuffs. The thought of him snapping his cuffs onto your wrists and holding them behind your back as he fucks you is only one of the many fantasies you've had so far today.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your trance.

“On my way home, Bun. The Chief let me off early today, see you soon! <3″

You run to your shared bedroom and freshen yourself up a little, changing into San’s favourite lingerie set of yours as well as a satin robe, tied but still loose enough to expose your cleavage perfectly, with a fraction of your lace push-up bra peeking out of the fabric.

Minutes later, San enters the house. “Sweetie, I’m home-” He yells before pausing at the sight in front of him. You walk towards him and a seductive aura fills the air around you both. “Well, well, well. Isn’t this a wonderful surprise” San smirks as he reaches for your waist. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you lean up to kiss him.

“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you today” You whisper against his lips, causing you both to smile into another kiss. “Oh yeah?” He questions, eager to hear more from you. “Mhm, you look so sexy in your uniform” You reply, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw before nipping lightly at his earlobe.

San hooks his hands under your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall where he devours your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands fly to his hair as you feel him grind his stiffening length against your clothed core. You moan into his mouth and he pulls away slightly. “Can you surprise me like this every time I come home from work?” He asks in his deep voice.

You giggle and tug his tie to pull him back against your lips. Without breaking the kiss, San walks you both to the bedroom where stands you at the end of the bed, he removes his tie and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “Stop” You blurt out, causing your boyfriend to halt his actions, chest exposed and slight confusion on his face. “Leave it on, I like a man in uniform” You smirk, causing the young man to scoff before he caresses your chin and places a quick kiss onto your lips.

“You wanna play? Let’s play, Princess” He whispers lowly against your lips, untying the ribbon to your robe and letting it fall to the floor before you kick it aside. “Turn around” He orders, you obey. “Hands behind your back” He orders once again with a stern voice. You feel a rush of adrenaline consume you as the cold metal of his cuffs snap over each of your wrists

“Have I been naughty, officer?” You tease, peering over your shoulder to be met with the devilish stare of your boyfriend. “Absolutely, you ready for your punishment?” San plays along with your little game “Yes, sir.” You smile innocently as you bat your eyelashes at him with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Suddenly you're being bent over the bed, followed by a harsh spank you your ass. You yelp in pleasure at the burn lingering on your skin.

“You’re such a dirty girl” San teases from behind you, adding another spank to your ass before rubbing the skin to soothe the pain. He wastes no time in getting on his knees and tugging down your panties, dragging his fingers through your folds and collecting your slick on his digits, admiring how wet you are for him. “So wet for me”.

Before you can respond, he buries himself face-deep in your cunt, lapping up your juices and sucking on your clit. San slides two fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them at a steady pace as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. You release a pornographic moan at his actions, you’ve been so eager for his touch all day. “Fuck baby, you're sucking me in” He states.

He adds a third finger, lifting one of your legs onto the bed to grant his mouth better access to your clit. Flicking his tongue against your bud as he fucks his fingers into your hole is all it takes to bring you to your first orgasm, however, you’re not given much time before San's belt hits the floor and his now rock-solid cock is hanging out of his pants as he pumps it a couple of times.

Pulling your leg back down from the bed, your boyfriend grabs your hips and drags his cock through your folds before thrusting into you from behind. A combination of a gasp and a moan leaves your lips as he picks up a steady pace. You look like a hot mess, your cheek pressed against the sheets, drool spilling from your lips, mascara slightly smudged under your eyes, but this is how San loves to see you.

“S-Sannie” You moan. That earns you another spank to your ass. “Wrong name, Darling” He boasts as he leans over your weak figure. “S-sir” You yelp. The title brings San to a harsher pace, your legs begin to grow weak as you feel your another orgasm approaching. “Fuck- I think I’m gonna cum. Please can I cum?” You beg pathetically with a shaky voice caused by the violent thrusts generated behind you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? Do you think you’ve been good enough? Hmm?” He questions, still sucked into his role and loving every second of it. “Yes Sir! Please!” You whine. San grabs the cuffs with one hand, tugging at them slightly to support his pace as he quickens even more, snapping his hips into yours at a relentless pace as his other hand finds your clit and begins to rub circles.

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and cum all over my cock” He orders and all you can do is whimper as your orgasm finally rushes through you, more intensely than ever before, so intense, you squirt all over San’s lower half. “Fuck! I didn't know you could do that!” He says, shocked. 

His thrusts grow sloppy as you’re pushed into overstimulation. “On your knees” He demands, desperately. Obeying his order, you face him on your knees with your mouth open and tongue out as he pumps his cock rapidly. Your juices glisten against his skin and coat his uniform. 

Reaching his climax, San releases his load onto your tongue, spurts of his hot cum cover your chin and chest as he groans in pleasure at the sight. Swallowing what's in your mouth, you lick the remaining liquid from your chin and your lips, pushing some into your mouth with your fingers.

“Shit, Baby. Why didn't I get this job sooner?” He jokes, causing breathless laughter to fill the room as he helps you up from the floor before releasing you from the cuffs.

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A/N - SHEESH- So ya’ll saw that pic that San uploaded... with the uniform... yeah. Now we’re here. ANYWAYS, This is literally such dirty filth but I love it, I didn't know I needed San in a Police uniform until baby came thru with it oof. Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @jonghoisababie @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires

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[laurenairay]

Got Me Looking - D. Hamilton

Summary: it’s your boyfriend Dougie’s birthday, and you know the perfect way to wake him up.

Warnings: nsfw – while it’s soft smut, it’s still smut. Minors dni.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Happy birthday, you gentle giant. Tagging my fellow Dougie admirer, @thebookofmags​

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You looked upon his sleeping form with a smile, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of fresh coffee in each hand. That sweet gentle giant of yours, face relaxed, long limbs spread out across your bed like reached out for you in your absence. Who were you to deny him? As quietly as you could, you walked back over to your bed, gently placing the coffee mugs down on the bedside table before sitting down next to him.

“Dougie, wake up,” you murmured, resting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.

The man in question groaned softly, eyes blearily blinking open, until he spotted you and smiled.

“Mm, I thought you’d left the bed,” Dougie said sleepily.

“Only to get coffee,” you mused, tilting your head towards the steaming mugs.

“That’s alright then,” he grinned, rolling onto his back to look up at you properly.

You just laughed, leaning down to kiss him. Dougie inhaled sharply through his nose, but looped a hand into your hair anyway, his tongue sliding gently against yours in a way that made your skin tingle. Eventually you broke the kiss with a smile, lips a little swollen.

“Happy birthday babe,” you said sweetly, your hand cupping his face.

Dougie smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand, making you giggle.

“I’m trying not to think about how old I’m getting, thank you,” he grumbled, a playful light in his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can think of something to distract you,” you teased.

Dougie just wriggled his eyebrows as you straddled his lap, making you laugh. But as you sat down against him, he gasped.

“Oof, good morning to me,” you grinned, rolling your hips gently against the hard line of his cock.

Dougie grunted, hands reaching to grip onto your hips. “Can’t blame me, not with you looking like that, so sweet on top of me,”

You couldn’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks as Dougie’s eyes travelled up and down your body, the grin on your lips softening to a smile.

“Well I suppose the coffee will need time to cool down…” you murmured teasingly.

“And it is my birthday…” Dougie added, voice a little rough.

Your soft smile sharped into a grin once more, laughter spilling from your lips as Dougie’s eyes flared with heat.

“Baby, please,” Dougie groaned.

“Ssh,” you cooed, hooking your thumbs into the top of your sleep shorts, “Get yourself some lube babe,”

Dougie groaned again, a little louder, but didn’t waste any time reaching into the bedside table for the familiar bottle as you stepped up onto your feet, standing next to him as you shimmed out of your pyjamas, shorts first and top following. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he watched you, almost subconsciously, as he coated himself in preparation. Early mornings and all – your man was proportional, and as wet as you were, you needed all the help you could get.

No words were spoken as he reached out for you with his hand, as you linked your fingers together. No words were needed as you straddled his waist again, his tip teasing at your entrance, Dougie just gasping as you took him in your hand. No words were required as you lowered yourself slowly, inch by inch, taking your time letting him fill you and stretch you and make you complete. It was only when you were finally fully seated that Dougie gasped your name.

“I know, I know, give me a moment,” you laughed, a little breathlessly.

“Anything,” he said quickly. His eyes may have been wide with desperation, but the warmth in them, the love, made your chest surge with warmth, all the love that you felt for him in return.

You couldn’t help but to lean down to kiss him, both of you groaning into each other’s mouths at the shifting movement.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Dougie groaned.

Before you could reply, he ground his hips up into you and you moaned, high and breathy, at the burst of heat sent coursing through your body. It was all you could do to nod, biting your bottom lip as you balanced yourself by planting your hands on his shoulders. You raised an eyebrow at him, silently checking if he was ready, and he nodded happily, lips parted as he gripped your hips firmly. Slowly, you lifted your hips until only his tip remained inside, before sliding down again, earning a moan from the large man beneath you. The sound of it was intoxicating, and you wanted nothing more than to hear it again, to bring him pleasure again. So you did.

It was easy to lose yourself in the slow rolling of your body, the aching pleasure of it fizzing through your veins, your body connecting with Dougie’s in a way that felt like pure bliss. Moans filled the air around you, both spilling from your lips as well as his. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing, your vision was filled with nothing but him. It was easy to lose yourself in this perfect moment, and you did, time losing all meaning as the waves of pleasure built up, rolling higher and higher until you were right on the edge of that cliff.

“Dougie, I’m close, I…”

“Kiss me,” Dougie pleaded, “Come here and kiss me,”

You didn’t hesitate to lean down to him, Dougie kissing you back just as desperately. The change in angle ground him perfectly against you, and your shout was muffled against his lips as you crashed through the peak of your pleasure. Dougie groaned as you clenched around him, taking only a few more thrusts himself to reach his own high, circling his hips to prolong the pleasure for both of you. You broke the kiss and thunked your head down against his collarbone, trying to catch your breath, making Dougie laugh. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, helping you roll off of him to the side as he slowly slid out of you, your body shivering at the wetness between your thighs. Wow.

“Happy birthday babe,” you murmured, more than a little breathlessly.

Dougie laughed again, just as breathless, his long arm curling around your body to draw you into his side, allowing him to press another kiss to the top of your head. You smiled in return, snuggling into the side of his bare body, resting your head and hand on his chest.  

#my writing #dougie hamilton #smut #happy birthday dougie! #I mean i definitely wouldn't say no to this #minors dni #dougie hamilton smut #dougie hamilton fic #dougie hamilton imagine #dougie hamilton fanfic #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl imagine

[pillow-anime-talk]

missed shot.

synopsis: Boys lose a point when they unexpectedly see you.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships & crush culture; comedy; fluff; a little bit of romance; boys are simps for you and you are a huge fan of them!; sfw

includes: female reader ft. taiga kagami, ryouta kise, tatsuya himuro, kotarou hayama, shouichi imayoshi & midorima shintarou {knb}

— TAIGA

↘ You are a bit late, but you arrived at the Seirin vs. Josei game safe and sound! You also took a seat upstairs to get a better view of the all players.

↘ You arrived just as Kiyoshi knocked the ball from his opponent’s hand and passed it to Izuki. You immediately crossed your fingers when the ball was passed to Kuroko and then to Kagami. You grinned when the tall basketball player jumped high to dunk.

↘ “Kagami-kun! Win it!” You screamed as loud as you could, waving your arms to cheer for him even better.

↘ Anyway, because of your voice echoing around the gym, Taiga lost his concentration for a moment and at the same time found you at the stands.

↘ His heart was beating much faster than it should, and a big smile appeared on his face, seeing that the girl with he is in love with came to support him.

↘ Unfortunately, his inattention resulted in hitting the hoop and losing the ball. Also a bit of laughter from you spread around the gym, making his cheeks as red as his hair and eyes.

↘ “S-Sorry!” He shouted to the rest of the team, then looked back at you. “The next throw will be successful! I p-promise!”

— RYOUTA

↘ You came on Kise’s matches almost always as his best and only female friend. Unfortunately, you had to go to the dentist that day, so you came a bit late for the Winter Cup match between Kaijou High and Fukuda Sougou Academy.

↘ Luckily, your friend kept you a free seat in the first stand until then, so you could watch the last quarter.

↘ “Ryouta! Don’t give up, you can win this game with the team!” Your scream reverberated between the quieter conversations that commented on the point difference between the players.

↘ Your happy and supporting voice immediately reached the blonde boy who was copying Aomine’s moves.

↘ However, as it is easy to guess, instead of dunk the ball, he withdrew his hands and once again he stopped on the floor looking for your figure.

↘ As soon as he found you, he waved his hand at you and then spun the ball on his finger, smiling widely. “This point is dedicated to you, Y/Ncchi! Just look at me and only me!”

↘ This time, Kise didn’t flinch from the perfect dunk that you cheered loudly at.

— TATSUYA

↘ Your super popular boyfriend has a basketball training with the rest of the Yosen team, and you, as a good girlfriend, came to support him and take him to sushi after training.

↘ You entered the gym very quietly, immediately walking up to trainer Araka and greeting her with soft smile. The woman nodded at you and asked if you finished class and if you came for Himuro. Of course, you confirmed her questions right away, laughing under your breath and saying that you would take him on a date after training. (Yosen coach had a relationship with you like a big sister and a little sister, so she was very eager to talk with you about random things.)

↘ “... Tatsuya!” You shouted to the jumping boy who was just taking his ‘mirage shot’ above another player. The seventeen-year-old glanced in your direction and you waved to him softly. “We’ll go on a date after your training, so you’d better kick everyone’s ass, Tatsu!” You added in an amused tone to which even Masako reacted with laughter.

↘ Of course, your presence, noticed by the black-haired student, made him throw the ball very imprecise so the consequence was didn’t score the desired three points.

↘ “Muro-chin, focus, please...” Murasakibara muttered at his friend and the other snorted under his breath.

↘ “I’ll get another one. Pass me the next ball.” He replied low, then looked at you again, waving you back.

— KOTAROU

↘ You just arrived at the sports hall to support your boyfriend during the match between Rakuzan and Shuutoku. Of course you had with you a cute banner in your boyfriend’s team colors and with his name, which you quickly took out of your black, leather bag.

↘ A few minutes passed before a foreign voice announced a ten-minute warm-up for both teams. You smiled warmly seeing your man bursting with energy.

↘ “Hey, Kotarou-kun!” You screamed, immediately meeting his insane gaze. “Give your best, baby!”

↘ “Of course, I will!” He answered you just as loudly. “Look at this, Y/N-chan!” He added with a big smile, preparing to throw...

↘ ... which he missed. Oof.

↘ Akashi looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The rest of the team and you too.

↘ “OHHHH, YES. I GET IT, BOYS. LOOK THIS TIME, Y/N-CHAN! IT’S FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

↘ This time he hit perfectly, which is why you held your banner high, laughing happily.

— SHOUICHI

↘ Imayoshi decided to stay a bit longer on training and practice the three-point shooting. The gym was empty, so he had time to himself.

↘ You, on the other hand, passed Ryou in the school corridor, whom you warmly greeted and asked where Shouichi was. The shy sixteen-year-old immediately squeaked that the shooter decided to stay in the hall longer than everyone else.

↘ That’s why you went to the mentioned place as quickly as possible and very quietly you entered the big building, watching the tall basketball player aim at the hoop.

↘ During the throw you coughed softly and smiled. “Shou-kun when you will done with practice, maybe we’ll come to our houses together?” You spoke tenderly, catching the brunet’s attention.

↘ A second later, the ball bounced off the ring after a while and fell to the ground without scoring a point. The captain hissed and looked at your figure again, sighing.

↘ “Y/N.” He grumble with a smile and you walk slowly towards him, adjusting the bag full of books. “Yes, I’d love to come back with you. Sit down and don’t bother me for another half hour, thanks.” He added gently, looking away from your cute, pouty face.

↘ “Are you blushing?” You asked, smiling. “Don’t worry Shouichi, I won’t tell anyone about this missed shot, I promise.” You added, showing thumbs up.

↘ The problem is that the boy didn’t blush because of a missed throw, but because you, his crush, saw it.

— SHINTAROU

↘ Your boyfriend was just during in the first match of the Winter Cup final, and of course you wanted to surprise him, although the green head forbade you to come.

↘ You took one of the few free seats in the nearest stand and starts looked for Midorima. The boy was just aiming for a basket from halfway the court, and you smiled at it.

↘ You rarely saw your boyfriend play the basketball, so you were counting on a good and fair game.

↘ Nevertheless, you wanted to let Shintarou know that you are here for him.

↘ “Honey! Win it! I love you so much!” You screamed out loud, in the middle of a throw who...

↘ ... barely fell into the basket, making the entire Shuutoku team inhale loudly into their lungs. Midorima felt a unpleasant chills run down his spine as he looked in your direction. You waved at him and he adjusted his glasses, sighing under his nose.

↘ The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile, and he nodded, taking the lead of 40 points for his team (and for you, cute) during the game.

↘ Then, of course, he scolded you, telling you not to come on his matches again because you distracted him, but you couldn’t promise that.

#— 🍁 #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket headcanons #kuroko no basket x reader #kagami taiga #kagami taiga headcanons #kagami taiga x reader #kise ryouta #kise ryouta headcanons #kise ryota x reader #himuro tatsuya #himuro tatsuya headcanons #himuro tatsuya x reader #hayama kotarou #hayama kotarou headcanons #hayama kotarou x reader #imayoshi shouichi #imayoshi shouichi headcanons #imayoshi shouichi x reader #midorima shintarou #midorima shintarou headcanons #midorima shintarou x reader

[shyvioletcat]

For the bonus chapters I’d love to see some Rowan POV maybe some little fluffy moments and his determination to be a good dad/boyfriend or maybe some rpov from the earlier chapters like when he found out she was pregnant and didn’t know what to do just Rowan POV I don’t care what

..... This one is light on the fluff. I went with Rowan's POV for the first chapter.

It Takes Two Masterlist

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Rowan had just closed the door to his bedroom when he heard the undeniable sound of retching resulting in vomiting coming from the bathroom. The sound of the whole thing was clear enough it was evident that the bathroom door had been left open. That thought had his face twisting in disgust. Aelin losing the contents of her stomach wasn’t something he wanted to hear or see before he’d had a chance to have his morning coffee.

They had been keeping their distance since the incident. Neither of them acknowledged what had happened and they’d gone back to a cool indifference, tinged with the slightest edge of hostility. But Rowan would be lying if he wouldn’t take another tumble in his sheets with Aelin again. It was out of the question though. It was a complication he neither needed nor wanted.

Last night they’d had a rare truce and ordered from the same place to save on delivery. Stranger still, Aelin had offered some of her food to him after she had barely touched it before she had fled to her room. Rowan had had a few mouthfuls, curious about the flavours but then had packed up the rest in the fridge. That got him thinking, maybe he should check exactly what was making Aelin sick.

The retching started anew and Rowan walked to the bathroom door and found Aelin leaning over the toilet bowl, wearing shorts and a loose tank top. She didn’t notice him so he lent on the door and waited. Aelin finished her latest round of vomiting and groaned.

Rowan took the opportunity. “Oof, stomach bug?”

He was surprised Aelin didn’t hurt herself with how quickly she whirled to face him. She looked terrible, pale and clammy with sweat making the wisps of her hair stick to her face.

“I hope it wasn’t from dinner last night, because I ate what you did,” Rowan added, arrogant yet hopeful she wasn’t about to say yes. He had to get to work and didn’t want to worry about ending up in a similar situation throughout the day.

Aelin reached up and flushed the toilet but didn’t get up off the floor. Instead she just smoothed her hair roughly back from her face then just stared at the tiles beneath her. Rowan brows furrowed in frustration, he just wanted an answer, then Aelin spoke—her voice strained and weak.

“No. It’s morning sickness.”

Rowan let out a choked laugh. It made sense, the weird mood and lack of appetite. All Rowan felt was pity for whoever had the misfortune of knocking her up. “Who’s the unlucky bast-”

Rowan’s words died in his throat as Aelin fixed him with a look. He was the unlucky bastard.

He physically felt the colour drain from his face as he stood up straight, shock and disbelief tightening every muscle. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be... It should not be him. Rowan didn’t say anything else, feeling like he might actually vomit himself if he stayed here another moment longer. So instead he turned and left Aelin on the bathroom floor, grabbing his bag and keys and shutting the door of that gods-damned apartment behind him.

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On reflection, I probably should have posted this one before that other one...

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#yep you get two in the space of like 10 minutes! #sorry if you got whiplash from this one #my bad