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[expelliarmus]

#mine #doctor who #dwedit #matt smith #karen gillan #little babies :'))) #hello!!! sorry i haven't made gifs in a while!!! #it's been very busy at work #gotta get report cards done #but i also gotta pack because we're moving into a newer school building in 2 weeks #and it's also just over 2 weeks until dw is back!!!!!!

[sprout-fics]

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Twelve: Pillow Princess)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Poly TF141, Slow burn, Heat cycles, Smut, Beta! Gaz x Omega! F Reader, Date outings, Courting gifts, Cuddling, Service Top Gaz, PiV sex, Praise kink

Masterlist

You get a text from Gaz a few days later

“Shopping date? :)” 

You look despairingly at the mountain of intelligence reports Price has dumped on your desk for mandatory reading, and the thought of playing hooky has never been so appealing 

“Can you sneak me out?” You send back, and imagine Gaz’s mischievous little smile at the request

“I think I can manage something.”

Half an hour later and with Price occupied by a convenient distraction, you’re dressed in civvy clothes as Gaz drives down the highway, humming along to music on the radio

You sneak a side glance at him, seeing the pleased tug of his lips, his worn blue cap shading his gaze from the afternoon sun. You look away before he can catch you, shift a little in your seat with a rush of affection and shyness

You’re not sure where he’s taking you, and are entirely surprised when he parks in front of a home goods and furniture store

“Gotta make sure our girl is all set up for her heat.” He explains as he opens to door for you, one hand at the small of your waist as he escorts you inside and directly to the pillow and blanket aisle

Your self consciousness fades away the moment you lay eyes on the wealth of throws and pillows, gleefully holding each item aloft for his approval. You relish the way his eyes light up, boyish smile curved up towards his ears at your clear delight

You take turns consulting over various blankets and pillows, discussing textures and sizes. When you shyly toss a stuffed bear in the shopping bin, Gaz retrieves it and imitates an impression of Price’s surly tone that makes you giggle behind your hands

It doesn’t take long for the shopping cart to fill up, and as you retrieve your wallet Gaz beats you to the punch and swipes his own card much to your surprise

“Consider it a courting gift.” He tells you with a knowing smile, and even the cashier seems taken aback by his statement

By the time you haul the bags back up to your room you’re both exhausted, flopping on your bed amidst the cushions and blankets with jokes and laughter and forms pressing together

“I’m glad I did this.” He confesses to you when you lay on your sides, face to face. “We all want you to feel comfortable with us.”

Your eyes soften at that, at the gentle entreaty from the sergeant that speaks volumes as to his care for you. This profound gesture says so much about him, you realize

He’s the gentleness that abates the primal instincts of his mates, the soothsayer that sees the things that need to be done and tries to quietly undertake them. The endearing warmth of him charms his way into your heart, tempers the men around him into a tenderness shared by them all. 

If Price is the sharp, protective gaze that watches over his mates, Gaz is the gentle, nuzzling touch that reminds them that they’re home.

It’s with a tender smile that you roll over onto Gaz, only to shiver at the hunger clear in his smiling stare as he gazes up at you

“Look at you.” He murmurs gently, raising a hand to cup your face with beloved tenderness. “Pretty omega.”

His eyes are blown dark with desire, the clear indication of his arousal hidden only by the knowing tug of his smile

“Heard Soap treated you well.” He murmurs huskily, stroking calloused knuckles against the soft flesh of your cheek. “Wish I could’ve been there to see it.”

Your eyes flutter shut at that, a sudden rush of arousal racing southward and alighting your spine with desire. You brace above him, feel his chest rise against yours as he finally whispers: “Can I kiss you?”

You lower yourself to his mouth as an answer, feel him sigh against your lips until you part with a small, wet noise

“You can do more than that, Kyle Garrick.” You offer coquettishly, and feel the electricity of his grin travel up the length of your spine

You giggle when he flips you under him, hauling you to him as you fall into a tangle of limbs and gasping little breaths. He kisses you like he needs it to breathe, pauses between breaths with little offerings of endearments and affectionate rasps

“Feel good? Yeah? You should see yourself, see how gorgeous you are, doll. We’re so so lucky.”

It makes you squirm under him, a little overwhelmed, but he merely chuckles and winds his fingers with yours, nuzzles against your scent gland to leave a reminder of himself there

When you feel arousal trickle down into your panties, he pulls away and inhales de

“Nuh uh” He teases, gently pinning your wandering hands to either side of you in the pillows. “Been wanting this for ages, pup. Gonna take my time with you.”

And he does. Gaz is slow and thorough as he appreciates every part of your body that’s revealed to him. Your hazy eyes rake greedily over the expanse of his chest, a touch of coiling dark hard on display between his pecs. When you place your hand over it, you feel his heartbeat

You squirm when his hands find the bare dip of your waist, ticklish and sensitive. Your fangs scrape gently on your lower lip, a tell-tale sign of your arousal, and when you look up you see Gaz is the same

He hasn’t stopped smiling

When Gaz at last makes his way between your legs and you pant at him “Gaz, please, need you-” He swipes his fingers through your folds, collecting the slick there that pools as a tell tale sign of your arousal. You don’t expect him, however, to lift his fingers to his lips and suck.

“Christ, Gaz-” You mewl, throwing a hand over your face abashedly. 

“So sweet.” He purrs, and when you whimper, feel your legs clench he only tuts at you. “Don’t worry doll, gonna make you feel good.”

“Then get on with it.” You hoarse, only for your voice to crack in your throat as he spreads you open on his fingers

Just like the rest of you, Gaz takes his time finding the part of you that makes your breath stutter in your chest, makes you whimper and claw the sheets as white-hot pleasure laces through your veins. He’s disassembling you, putting you back together, instrumentally taking you apart to find the thing that makes you tick

You’re helpless against it, and every time you try and reach for him, encourage him, try to even kiss him, Gaz only hushes you back into the pillows with a deep, rumbling purr that scratches at your hindbrain

“Just let me take my time.” He tells you, nips at the inside of your thigh cheekily. “Sweet pillow princess.”

“I’m not a p-pillow p- A-ah! Fuck…” You try, with no success, at last resigning yourself to his ministrations 

When Gaz is finally satisfied with your entirely debauched state, he at last frees himself with a relieved sigh. He’s long, slightly curved, flushed a dark shade of pink at the top in a way that makes your mouth water

“Are you sure?” He asks again as he kisses you, and he hums in satisfaction when you give him an eager nod, chest rising and grazing your nipples against the soft tickle of hair on his chest. “Tell me to stop if you need to. Want to make sure you feel good.”

He’s slow as he sheathes himself inside you with little resistance, and you throw your head back into the pillows, groan openly at the warm, pressing fullness of him that stretches you comfortably around his girth. When you gasp his name, he’s quick to breathe it in, pressing fluttering kisses onto your cheeks with reverent reassurance

He’s achingly tender with you, pausing between breaths to check once more, asking you again and again and you distantly realize it feeds his ego to see you get impatient with him, glassy eyes and brow scrunched and ordering him to move-

Yet when Kyle snaps his hips forward, your biting little pleas die down to soft mewls as he finally delivers the delicious friction you’d been aching for. You open up gentle and sweet for him, relishing the scarcely contained groans and pants he showers down on you with endless, sweet praise

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Feels like I’m losing my mind-”

You flush under his endless endearments, feeling the rough rasp of his voice travel straight downwards to the joining of you both. You arch against him, urge him deeper, and Kyle is more than happy to oblige

Eventually his words drop off into quick little pants and groans, arms shaking as he braces himself over you, chest rising and falling quickly with uneven breaths

The sounds are enough to undo what little restraint you have left, wet, gasping sounds that drop from his chest breathlessly, dog tags swinging between you both

“S-shit, it’s good. Hah, yes- fuck. Just like tha- hnmng-”

He fits seamlessly into you, and you clench eagerly around him with every precise, rolling push of his hips. When he at last finds the bundle of nerves that makes you gasp wetly, he hones in on it, relishes you writhing under him in unrestrained desire

His sweaty forehead is braced against yours, pausing to deliver eager, passionate kisses and then pulling back so you can see his beautiful russet brown irises eclipsed with dizzying desire. The mere gaze of him swoops low in your belly and settles between your thighs, culminating in the desperate wheeze of his name as you cling to him, the intense and slow roll of your orgasm pulsing through you

When it abates, you realize he’s still pulsing inside you, achingly hard and desperately breathing through the squeeze of you on his cock, arms shaking with the effort. 

“Fuck me.” He wheezes when your arms loosen, and you laugh breathlessly, press a nipping kiss to the underside of his jaw

“I just did.”

He pulls back from you, and your heart flutters at the sudden wickedness of his grin

“Sweet omega.” He purrs, depositing back so you’re flat against the bed. “I’m not done with you yet.”

It feels like hours later when he finally pulls away from your boneless form, face down in the sheets and clutching limply at your bedding. You’re weighed down with blissful aftermath, warm and sated and just a touch fuzzy around the edges. It’s not a whiplash exhaustion like it is with Soap, but more a slow, gentle release that drags every part of you into total, soft content that leaves you heavy and sated

Gaz lays at your side, trails a hand from the swell of your ass up to your shoulder over and over again. He doesn’t need to ask anymore if you’re satisfied, judging by the all too pleased sprawl of his smile. Instead he continues to shower you with kisses, the tickle of his mustache prickling against your skin as he moves you so he presses himself flat to your back, a mess of heavy, tangled limbs. The pillows are strewn around you, and you know his beloved scent will linger on them for a time to come, will cradle against your dreams

You think, in all his breathless endearments, that he’s said all that needs to be said. Yet when he nuzzles against your scent gland once more with a purr, it’s the aching affection of his words that guide you to blissful rest in his arms

“Going to treat you right, sweetheart” He whispers lovingly, soft enough to make your chest flutter with untamed emotions. “Promise.”

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[mykneeshurt]

Heyy!

How would 141 + Rudy and Alejandro react to the Reader that haves a tongue piercing?

TONGUE BAR SUPREMACY ON THIS PAGE! I recently bought a new bar for mine hehe. Found out my husband used to have his tongue pierced but took it out. He won’t put it back in. The wanker.

Warnings - allusions to smut, smut themes, piercings, gender neutral reader

Price 🥃

The first time Price saw your tongue piercing was when you were helping him with his reports. When you concentrate you had a cute habit of sticking your tongue out slightly. He loved it when your tongue grazed your top lip, as you desperately tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

He noticed a small black ball in your mouth which peaked his interest. ‘What’s that?’ He asked nodding towards your mouth. ‘This?’ You asked opening your mouth, your tongue piercing now in full view. ‘I didn’t know you had that.’

You smiled. ‘Yeah, don’t normally advertise it, like to see how long it takes people to notice.’ Price swallowed, hard. All he could think about was how it would feel grazing along the shaft of his cock. ‘Why’d you get it?’ He asked, trying to reposition himself in his chair subtly. Dropping the papers you walked around the desk, standing above him you ran your tongue along your teeth.

‘How about I show you instead?’

Soap 🧼

Soap hadn’t noticed you piercing until he felt it run along his tongue during a heavy make out session. He felt the small metal ball run along his tongue as he swiped his inside your mouth.

He pulled back ‘you’ve got your tongue pierced?!’ He almost sounded excited. You nodded, partly confused. ‘I used to have mine pierced! Took it out a long time ago though. Might have to put it back in.’

‘Oh cool! Will it go back in?’ You asked partly agitated, you wanted to go back to kissing. ���I dunno maybe you can help me?’

You stroked his face, ‘maybe. But if you don’t start kissing me again I’m going to punch you.’ Taking that as his cue he placed his lips on yours once again, satisfying your hunger for him.

Ghost 💀

Ghost first saw your tongue bar when you poked your tongue out at him one day. You’d been sparring and he managed to get you in the floor. Flat on your back, completely at his mercy under his body. ‘Gotta be quicker than that to catch me’ he quipped. Rolling your eyes you stuck your tongue out.

Noticing the silver ball embedded in your tongue he took a double take. ‘Didn’t realise you had it pierced’ he said, somewhat surprised. You shrugged, still underneath him. He hummed to himself as he lifted his mask, sticking his tongue out you saw he had his pierced too.

‘I fuckin knew it!’ You shrieked in excitement. He allowed himself a small laugh ‘oh?’

‘Yeah, call it my super power. I can normally tell when people have it done.’

‘What gave me away’ he asked lowering himself closer to your face. ‘I can hear you playing with it for one. Two. You just look the type.’

‘Not much of a super power if you ask me.’

‘Wasn’t aware I was asking you’ you smiled. Your lips were dangerously close to one another’s now. Little did you know but Ghost couldn’t have been more turned on than he was right now.

Gaz 🇬🇧

You were out on a date with Gaz, at your favourite Italian in London. He was finally home from deployment, he’d promised you a proper date when he got back.

You were tucking into your pasta dish when you accidentally bit into the ball of your piercing. ‘Aw shit’ you muttered to your self, checking to see if you’d cracked your tooth.

‘You alright?’ Gaz asked peeking over the rim of the wine glass. ‘Yeah, just bit my tongue bar is all. So annoying when that happens.’ Gaz did a double take, eyebrows furrowed. ‘You’ve got your tongue pierced?’ His mind instantly took him to the dirtiest of places, he placed his hand over his mouth to hide is smirk.

Scoffing into your wine glass you smoked ‘play your cards right and maybe I’ll let you know what it feels like.’

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro noticed your tongue bar straight away, he always watched your lips when you spoke. Wanting to kiss them, make them his own.

He’d never kissed anyone with a tongue bar before, he wanted to know what it felt like. If he could even feel it at all. He day dreamed about kissing you all the time he just had to plan to make his move.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy first saw your tongue bar when you had all gone out for ice cream. It was a team building day and due to how hot it was, you all went to the local ice cream parlour.

You sat opposite him, ice cream in hand and as you swiped at your frozen treat with your tongue he noticed the small metal ball. The tongue bar left a small divet in the soft cream. A small drop of the vanilla ice cream fell from the corner of your mouth.

Boring your gaze into Rudy you licked at the stray drop causing him to flinch in the chair. Licking again at the ice cream you slowed your pace dawn, this time making sure he got a full view of your tongue bar. Biting your lip you winked at him before sauntering off to the toilet. Hoping he’d take the hint to follow you.

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[madhatterbri]

Arrangement | N.J.

Summary: Y/N and Nick agree to an arrangement to avoid you paying a fine and getting suspended. 18+.

Impure Fiction

@midwestmade29 @plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom

The moment Nicholas Jackson called to see you in his office you knew you were in trouble. Social media had been buzzing for a week on how he slipped at the top of the entrance ramp. This had nothing to do with you, but apparently it was going to be your problem. You sat across the desk from him. Your fingers fidgeted under the desk. You were so worried about your job. His older brother, Matthew, watched his younger brother writing the report for your file.

"We at AEW try to have a safe environment for everyone and this is unacceptable," Nicholas tsked. You couldn’t believe you were being blamed for this. He wasn't looking where he was going but somehow you were getting the heat for it. "I'm sorry to do this but a 1,000-dollar fine and a suspension without pay should make you pay more attention,"

“That is steep brother, but it’s gotta be done,” Matthew shrugged and adjusted his vest. He walked out of the office to terrorize other workers leaving you alone with Nicholas.

You pleaded for him to lessen the punishment as this was your first offense. Technically, this wasn’t even your offense. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his beard while he listened to you plead to him. The EVP role really inflating his ego. It was good to be the boss. He came up with an idea for both of you. He was tired of the silly little promises the lessers promised to get out of his punishments. He wanted more. Once the deal left his lips you gasped yet nodded. You needed the job more than anything and at least he was attractive.

That night you went to his hotel room wearing a bra and underwear. You stole the robe from your room to hide your body from any guests that happened to be out. The key card worked, and you allowed yourself in. He was on the phone yet signaled for you to sit at the foot of the bed. He only wore a pair of boxers. He hung up the phone and looked at you.

"So, what do you like?" He asked not hiding the fact that his eyes were looking you up and down.

"What?"

"During sex. What do you like? It’s boring if a woman just lays there,"

You laughed at him. "No guy ever cares about that. They like to just stick it in and pump five times and leave,"

"Sounds like a challenge," he smiled and walked over to you. He knelt so he was staring into your eyes. "Looks like we are both going to learn about the other tonight,"

"Whatever you say, boss," you sung and rolled your eyes.

His lips met yours. They were soft and surprisingly sweet despite the sinful arrangement. He cupped your head with his hands. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth. Nicholas worked his way to your neck nipping and biting at your flesh. One gasp from you was all he needed.

"Guess we learned one thing already," he chuckled and unhooked your bra. Nicholas slipped off the pesky barrier and took in the sight of your breasts. He latched on to one of your nipples. Your breasts were sensitive to him. You needed more of him. The shame you felt when your core started to react to him. No one had ever made you wet so easily before. You clenched your legs together.

"Two things, and I adore you sensitive women. Lay back," your boss ordered. You laid down as he gripped your knees and pulled you closer to him. He spread your legs apart by gripping your thighs.

"Clenching your legs already? Come on, sweetheart, we barely got started,"

"You just caught me off guard, Romeo. You still have plenty of time to disappoint me," you commented. His thumb rubbed the wet fabric on your underwear and gazed at you. He smirked at the ways your eyes rolled back as his thumb rubbed your clothed clit.

His other hand kept your legs spread. You thrusted your hips and licked your lips. You silently cursed your body for feeding his little ego. Much to your dismay, he stopped touching you. You tried to act unbothered as he removed your underwear and threw them over your shoulder. He dropped to his knees. Two of his fingers spread your lips open, and his tongue assaulted your clit.

"Oh God!" Your toes curled, and your hands clenched the sheets. The foreign feel of an orgasm built inside of your stomach. The tempo of his tongue didn't leave you much of a break.

"Nicholas, I'm so close," you warned. Nicholas pumped a finger inside of you, followed by another when you adjusted. His fingers scissored to spread you open. His assault on your clit never slowing down or stopping. You moaned and let your orgasm wash over you. Your legs twitched. You wound down from your high with him kissing your inner thighs and praising you. His rough beard scratched your soft skin.

He removed himself from between your legs and wiped his mouth. He kissed your body, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips. "I think we are on three or four likes, I believe,"

"Congratulations, boss man, you may know what you are doing with a woman," you scoffed, not wanting to stroke his ego more.

"You ready for another one?" He asked and smiled.

"What?" You asked. Another orgasm coming out of you? Highly unlikely. He removed his boxers and sucked the same spot on your neck from before. His fingers slid down your body and found its way towards your sensitive clit. His fingers worked you right back up.

"Oh!"

"I like your sounds. Let's see if we can make more," he grabbed your left hip with one hand and lined himself to you with the other. He shoved himself inside, slowly wanting to enjoy this moment. He had been eyeing you for a while now.

Your walls clenched around him perfectly. He kept the thrusts slow to adjust to him. Fuck, he needed more than just tonight. He hoped you would agree.

"Nicholas," you moaned and pulled him from hid thoughts. All thoughts of taking this slow went out the window when he looked down on you. Your eyes were filled with lust and your hair a mess. The mark he left on your neck reminded him that you were probably going to murder him in the morning. At least his last night on Earth would be worth it. He gripped your hips with both hands and thrusted quicker. He was turned on by the new sounds from you that filled the room. Every whimper, pant, and moan egged him to give it to you. He praised how well you were taking him.

His thrusts started to get sloppy the moment you orgasmed for the second time that night. With a few more thrusts, he spilled himself inside of you. He brought his head back and allowed the pleasure to control his body momentarily. He placed his arms on your sides and kissed you.

"I'm afraid we are going to need to do this more often," Nicholas admitted.

"I think that can be arranged," you panted and smiled.

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[sev-on-kamino]

Y’all thirsty? No? Let’s change that! We’re talking ✨Commander Fox✨ today.

I’ve got Fox on the brain, and you know me: I’ve gotta make that everyone’s problem. (MINORS DNI)

Fox’s priorities: his job, his brothers, making sure the caf machine is always in working order, and making sure no one ever finds out he’s been sneaking Grizzer treats for months (notice that his own well-being isn’t on that list😒)

He hasn’t finished a hot cup of caf in months.

He and Wolffe have a call once every couple of weeks, as time allows, to catch up. Wolffe fusses at Fox for taking crap care of himself, and Fox pretends to be annoyed, but he loves it.

They text in between calls, and it’s mostly just roasting the shit out of each other

Big “I wasn’t sleeping I was resting my eyes” energy

He has a weakness for sweets, like “ooh a piece a candy” right into a trap kinda weakness. Thorn has been known to include sweets with his reports when he knows there’s some shit in there that’s gonna get Fox’s blood pressure up.

Stomach sleeper with one leg out from under the blanket

Amazing card player, like take him to the casino today (Only Cross and Tech are better than Fox imo)

Lowkey loves fucking with people. Wolffe and Thorn the most of course.

He’s a hardass but he will do the sweetest shit for people he loves. Just don’t call too much attention to it because he’s got a reputation to maintain 😒

It ventures into NSFW territory past this point, Minors DNI 🔞

Fox x Reader HCs

some of these are mad specific because of my in progress series 😅

He’s awkward in the transition from friends w/ benefits to an actual relationship

He’s very much the “you? in love with me? sounds fake but ok” type

Even if he’s in love with you, he won’t believe it. You have to show him all the time. He needs hard evidence 🧐

He’s a “let’s be alone together” partner. You’re doing your thing, he’s doing his thing. He likes that he can see you, and that he can reach out and touch you whenever he likes

When he cares for someone, they’re getting all the sweet pillow talk, take notes while he’s in a sharing mood

The post-nut clarity can either take him to a really great place (ah, this person I’m with does care for me and want me for me), or a horrible place (oh, I’m just another notch in their bedpost and why are they still here???)

He enjoys orgasm control/denial

He defaults to positions where he can see your face the whole time because you look pretty while he’s ruining you

Once things are established, and he’s grudgingly accepted that you truly care for him, and he’s done resisting feelings for you, you’ve unlocked soft!Fox

Soft!Fox only exists behind closed doors but he’ll make you fall in love with Fox all over again

More on soft!Fox in a future post 😌

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[itsscromp]

Could I ask for Miles with a reader who admires his art and wants lessons :3

Miles morales x reader

This has to be the coolest miles idea I have ever received, Miles and Y/n would be the dream team !!. Word count:592

You were the newest student at Brooklyn Visions Academy, Enrolled for your passion in the arts. To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life. It was like everyone ticked in they're natural subject of choice, Almost you practically didn't belong.

But when you entered your art class, Your eyes trained on the notepad of a young man, Wow this looked amazing. He had a free seat next to him so you took the opportunity.

"Wow that looks good" You said softly and shyly.

"Thanks, dude, Say... you're new here right ??" He asked curiously.

All you could do was nod and look at the desk shyly. Before he playfully nudged you with his arm.

"Hey, it's ok man. I was like that when I first came here, It was nuts. I struggled to find my first class of the day almost all the time." He chuckled.

"What's your name anyway ??" He asked.

"Y/n L/n"

"I'm Miles Morales." He stuck his hand out and you shook it in return.

The two growing closer every single day, Sharing their new projects every single time. You and Miles combined your amazing artistic skills to create the best artwork you both possibly could've imagined.

"Hey, y/n I got an idea !!" Miles said excitedly.

"What's up ??" You looked up from your notepad.

"The assignment that we gotta work on for our finals, I got the best one yet !!" He smiled and pulled out some spray paint cans. You knew that whatever this idea was, It was gonna be amazing.

The two then went to a location that Miles has scouted and got permission to spray paint on and gave some cans to you.

"OK, So I had this idea where we combined the sketch that we did last week and then visually enhance it."

"A very good idea, But then i thought we do this"

You then began to draw on the sketchbook and combined the two ideas, but then finally adding the final touch.

"How about this ??"

"This is absolutely perfect y/n, This should get us A's for sure, Come on lets get too work."

You nodded and then began the work, It was all coming together amazingly and perfectly, But the two never forgot to have some fun in between it. Like when you "Accidentally" Sprayed his jeans.

"Oh y/n, Those were my favourite jeans !!"

"What ?? My hand slipped" You smirked and went back to it.

Miles smirked back and then snuck up behind you and then painted the back of your shirt.

"What the hell miles ??" You scoffed playfully.

"Tit for a tat they call it" He smirked devilishly and ruffled your head.

And then after about 4.5 hours, It was finished, It was perfect. The way your ideas and creative flows just combined and shine brightly.

"This is amazing miles, I love it" You smiled so brightly.

You then set up your phone camera and activate a timer, Rushing back and wrapping an arm around miles, Both smiling so brightly at the proud work that you have done. You actually did end up getting A's on your report cards.

"Look at us, New York's next Picasso" You fist-pumped the air.

"I could say Banksy but yet again we revealed our identity so that's out of the bag" He chuckled.

"This was the best thing I've ever done miles, I'm really glad I complimented your art" You smiled, Incredibly grateful for the friendship you built with him.

"Me too y/n, Me too"

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#platonic #reader insert #insomniac games miles morales #miles morales x reader #Spider-Man #Spider-man x reader

[sheerfreesia007]

Fluffmas #3

Title: Fluffmas #3

Fandom: The Gentlemen

Pairing: Raymond Smith x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Prompt: Prepare a Christmas dinner

Words: 629

Warnings: N/A

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Gif Credit: @lajoliepretentieuse

You hummed softly as bright Christmas music began to play from the living room, you stood in the kitchen as the large island with a mixing bowl in your curled arm and your other hand holding a mixing spoon as you mixed together the batter for your delicious homemade chocolate chip cookies. It was only around noon and you were thankfully ahead of schedule as you prepped and cooked for tonight’s Christmas dinner. You heard the soft tapping of footsteps on the wood floors causing you to look up and see Raymond walking in from the living room holding two tumbler glasses filled with amber liquid. He moved around the island to your side as you set the bowl and mixing spoon down on the island and turned to him with a smile.

“To a wonderful Christmas dinner with loved ones.” he said softly and you grinned while clinking your glass against his before the two of you took a sip of the drink. The amber liquid filled your mouth and then slid down your throat making your throat warm from the inside out. You hummed softly and turned your head to look up at Ray who was already staring at you with warm eyes as he smirked at you.

“What is it?” you asked wanting to know what he found so amusing. Ray leaned towards you and you found yourself smiling along with him as you leaned into him as well.

“You’ve left a little just here.” he said huskily as his face dipped forward and you gasped softly as you felt his tongue sweep along your bottom lip catching the stray sheen of liquid. He hummed softly as he tasted the liquor on his tongue before ducking his head and capturing your lips with his. You whimpered softly as he easily took control of your movements as his large hands carded through your hair and cupped the sides of your head while his mouth devoured yours. His lips felt like little flames against your mouth and you felt yourself begin to melt against the counter and his hard body. He crowded you against the counter and your hands slid up his chest to connect behind his neck lazily, you hummed softly against his mouth before pulling away slightly. Ray chased your mouth with his and you chuckled softly at his antics while his hands came to firmly rest on your hips.

“I think you’ve got it all.” you teased him and he huffed out a breath before wrapping his arms fully around your back and pulling you into his chest.

“Almost just a little bit left.” he answered smoothly before capturing your lips once again. Before you could further melt against him you heard your phone alarm going off and pulled away from him slowly.

“Gotta get back to cooking if you want that wonderful Christmas dinner.” you teased him again softly and he frowned softly at your words before his eyes focused in on your face and another smirk slid onto his face.

“Let me help. That way we’ll get done sooner and I can take my time with you.” he suggested huskily and you shivered in his arms causing him to smirk wider at your reaction. He pecked your lips once, twice, three times before he whirled you back around to the counter and snagged the apron hanging on the hook by the double oven. He grinned at you before swatting your ass and standing at your side. “Reporting for duty Ma’am.” he husked out and you almost groaned knowing that Ray was going to do his utmost to get you all hot and bothered while cooking. Tightening your apron strings you steel yourself for the torture that he’s going to make you go through.

#my writing #fluffmas 2023 #raymond smith x ofc #raymond smith #the gentlemen

[wa-royal-tea]

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@houseofcameliard​​

Café De Luna, Britechester (4:50pm)

Indirah: Shut up! Oh my god, he finally proposed?

Ginny (on the phone): He did! We did talk about getting married recently and I wasn’t expecting him to propose this soon!

Indirah: Soon? Gee, you guys have been together for years! Longer than Alfie and Lina, and you say this is soon? You better be joking!

Ginny: *laughs* Fine. Maybe we took too long.

Ginny: Where are you by the way? Do you have classes after this?

Indirah: I’m at the café. I was just done with my last class for today and I wanna get bubble tea before I go home. What about you? What are you up to?

Ginny: I’m getting ready for a meeting. We have to plan for the looks we’re going to present at Champs Les’ Sims Fashion Week next year. We’re thinking of listing down guests to send out invitations too.

Indirah: This early?

Ginny: Duh. We’re trying to get everything done early. I think they’re going to send an invitation to either you or Lina. I’m not sure which ones yet. But I can suggest that you both to attend.

Indirah: You can do that?

Ginny: It’s just a suggestion. I’m sure they’d love it if more royal guests attends the event. More publicity, y’know?

Indirah: Pfft, sure. But I don’t know if I can go though. I might be a bit busy with my studies and all.

Ginny: It’s okay then. Just let me know if you want to go. Alright?

Indirah: Alrighty~

Ginny: Oh, by the way, we’re coming to Windasia this weekend to celebrate. You’ll be there, right?

Indirah: I don’t know yet. If I’m not busy, I’ll come and drop by Uncle Em’s.

Ginny: Okay~

Indirah: I gotta go now, say hi to Rainier for me. And congrats, you two!

Ginny: I will. Bye, Dee. I love you~

Indirah: I love you too~

Tearista: What can I get for you, Miss?

Indirah: Chocolate bubble tea, please.

Tearista: Alright, will you be paying cash or card?

Indirah: Card, please.

Tearista: Okay, your order will be ready soon. You can wait on the side.

Indirah: Thank you.

???: I’d like a hot bubble tea, please. To go.

Tearista: Mhm, here’s the total. Will that be cash or card?

???: Card ple—

Tearista: Sir?

???: I-I’m sorry, I can’t find my wallet. I think I just got pickpocketed.

Tearista: Would you like me to cancel your order, then?

Indirah: It’s okay, I’ll pay for him. Here’s my card.

???: Thank you, Miss. You didn’t have to.

Indirah: It’s fine. You should go to the police and make a report. The police station is two blocks from here.

???: I see. Thank you again.

Tearista: Here’s your order, Miss.

Indirah: Thank you.

Tearista: Sir? Your order is ready.

Domhnall: Oh! Thanks.

#ts4 #sims story #sims storytelling #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 royal #ts4 simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 edit #ts4 roleplay #ts4 screenshots #WRTStory #WRT: Part 3 #Story Arc: Lean On Me #WRTCollab: Domira #Sim: Indirah #Sim: Domhnall

[kingkatsuki]

It’s been touched on in another ask, but man. It’s got me in a chokehold, being that one person working at the agency that Dynamight treats differently. He speaks a lot more softly to and around you, is…gentler around you, even?

You laugh and dismiss them when your coworkers tell you about it. “I swear, he totally has a thing for you!” Because why on earth would he? You’re just happy to seemingly be on good terms with your boss. Though it is weird how he’s always staring at you, how he seems to keep finding excuses to come back into the office and talk to you (when he was rarely in before…). How his cheeks flush when you smile all sweetly at him and greet him.

But nahhhh, doesn’t mean anything, right?

And OMG him always wanting to show off for you? Almost immediately after he’s done dealing with a villain, filing any reports he’s gotta fill out, he’s making a beeline back to his agency. Either to hear you shower him with praise or for you to start taking care of his injuries. He’ll handle the scolding you’ll give him as you patch him up, your concern for him evident in your voice.

THE WAY WE REFUSE TO BELIEVE HE COULD LIKE US!

I love the idea of him like trusting our opinions on things? Like he calls us into his office when his PR team or another agency is asking him to do something, and he wants to know what we think?

And he LOVES when we baby him? Telling him off for theatrics during a villain attack, or praising him for doing a good job and just like fussing over him? He’s like a bird preening and puffing out his feathers proudly as we talk to him.

Or imagine for the annual Hero Gala his team are requesting he brings a date to make him look more personable or approachable… and he’s just like piss off, but then he asks you? And you think he’s joking at first, but then you’re like “I can’t go with you, I’ve got nothing to wear.” And he just clinks his metal credit card down on your desk like “It wasn’t a joke, sweetheart. This card doesn’t have a limit.”

And I know I always talk about us making sure his coffee is right in the morning, but imagine him bringing us coffee? And sitting it down on our desk for when we get into the office🥺

#soft bakugou

[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day ten!)

(short one today my lil cherry blossoms :) i’ll make it for it i promise!!)

(read them all here!)

you thought a lot about how bakugo came at the exact same time every day. you had mixed reactions about it, ranging between anywhere from concerned or amused depending on the day. you decided to ask about it next time he came in.

“hey, loser.” bakugo greeted. you’d accepted that he wouldn’t get polite the longer you knew him. he’d just get more casual.

“medium black coffee for bakugo, coming up.” you hummed, tapping the computer as he swiped his card. save for yesterday, it was the only thing that really varied— the way he paid. not that it mattered to you, anyway.

“so, you come at the same time every day.” you begin as you slide him his coffee across the counter.

“so what?” was his snappy response.

“i was just curious is all. kirishima seemed to imply that his patrols vary.” you shrug. “don’t yours?”

“yeah. but i’m always done at 4. then i do the reports and shit til 4:50ish.”

“ish?” you raise an eyebrow. “you get here at 4:56 exactly every day, without fail.”

“obviously. i don’t fail.” bakugo replied bluntly.

“so where are your patrols anyway?” bakugo begins to list road names, but you interrupt him.

“i don’t know road names.” you state. perhaps bakugo’s blunt nature was rubbing off on you. bakugo rolled his eyes.

“god, can you get any more damn clueless?” bakugo rolled his eyes, scoffing. you sheepishly pull out your phone and slide it over, the map app open. bakugo groaned and reluctantly began marking points of interest on it.

“i start here, see?” he taps the screen impatiently and you nod.

“at your agency. makes sense.”

“and it’s a big loop.”

“also makes sense.”

bakugo slowly begins to point out each corner and turn on the map, and you chime in with the landmarks that you always refer to when on said corners. you work through it like that for about half an hour.

“i think i’ve got it memorized.” you laugh.

“weirdo.” bakugo tched. you grin, embracing the title.

“maybe one day i’ll find you on your patrol and just bring your coffee to you.” you joke. bakugo looked at you with disdain.

“you think a villain’s gonna listen if i go, ‘hold on a sec, i gotta have a sip of my coffee first’?” bakugo drawled. “like hell.”

“i’d listen.” you smile smugly.

“oh, fuck off. like you’d ever have it in you to be a villain, much less go up against me.” bakugo snorted.

“yeah, you’re right,” you agree. “i’m not made for the hero business.”

“you made that clear when you didn’t know who i was.” bakugo glared, albeit without much malice.

“are you ever gonna let that go?”

“no.”

“god, can you get any more damn clueless?”

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tags: @k0z3me @cherryblossomclarity

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo oneshot #coffee shop au #pro hero bakugo x reader

[magicratfingers]

Progress report ! ૮ ºﻌºა ✨ kind of a work-in-progress diary for myself. v indulgent.

intense world of dick terrifying - goin good! got a main character, some supporting characters, figuring out the big rivalry today. Gotta figure out a format. I was thinking of basing it off of the Day at the Airport book bc it's only about 11 spreads but there's a lot going on on each one. Could leave it a comic but I also want it to be printable hmm catnips cantrips chooseyer-by-mail test - learning a lot! the world-building has been reallllllly fun - like the kind of fun where you want to go a little deeper bc you like it not bc you have to. perfect situation. Gotta resolve the mix between the DM roleplay and the actual postcards. Made and branded a whole gmail account and character to handle lost postcards - Pizza Kentucky III of the Isekai Post Office. Haven't been keeping up with the blog. But the blog is supposed to be more of a holding container than a 'thing'. One thing I did not expect to be learning was spreadsheets. Keeping track of names and addresses and choices and paths has given me a new perspective on pacing and structure. Also? Been a great excuse to finally play with UV epoxy and it's so straightforward that I'm mad it took me so long. media thats not just webcomics - dunmeshi is out!!! Laios my beloved. Still afraid to find and read Kotteri's Veil bc it will make me too feelings. Started reading books I loved as a kid (Redwall!!!) and some story craft books (found an NPR list somewhere) WRHP s2 - started to feel like work but changing up the backgrounds freed me up, feels fun again Sorcerer comic - paused while I wait for fashion inspiration to pull the ending together Emotional support paladin - paused till I feel like it. It's got such a specific delivery style that I don't wanna force to get the story out, so i gotta wait for some story aspects to firm up Bonnie & Clawd - more of a character study than a comic - fun to practice cutie pies cuddling. But... how DO birds and wolves smooch. Saw a youtube video about how ravens and wolves are friends and work together. So perfect. Valentines day thing - got some supplies coming tomorrow, gonna try out my idea. If it works maybe sell it? If it doesn't work, oh well, probably will learn something. Wanted to make perforated cards and stickers but got a little overwhelmed thinking about printing. Might just do a digital thing if an idea comes to me. Been wanting to make holographic stickers but when I sit down to think of a motif it feels stressful. Maybe I just test the Poodle Broadcasting System logo? I've always loved the aesthetic of valentines day but never felt like it's been delivered right. I certainly never felt indulged - something is always a little not-cute or too-cutesy. Think it could be really fun to have it be an annual 'surprise box'. I lost my halloween fam in the schmivorce so I could use a holiday to go crazy on. (For years I would drive out and help build a whole haunted house in a garage and it was like a week-long party with great food and movies and laughs. Sad to lose it, sadder still to know it was so easy for them to lose me. ) Dishupon - ok not as many players and responses as I'd hoped. But that wasn't really the point. Point was to invent some sanrio-y characters for fun - which i did. And I will also say that the exercise of coming up with a variety of cozy, fun, silly, spicy ways to think about dishes has made MY dishes mostly effortless. Even made a little foam clay Tiger coach and he's sitting on the window above the sink. Perhaps I will think of a game to get my car inspection done.

Overall January is great. Granted, it's the 4th. Had my ten year work anniversary (idk how old everyone thinks I am but it's Not 20) and got to 1010 followers on twitter on the same day. And the new d20 is out on the 10th so that felt real nice and square. Bit worried that all the good vibes I built up over holiday vacay will get smashed when I'm put on a new work project. But i feel like I'm about to level up a little bit art-style wise. Feelin grateful, feelin warm & cozy

#process #progress report #posts feel more real than journal entries do

[acciotherapists]

Little Sparrow Chapter Four

Loki x Reader Mafia AU

When Tony Stark's little sister wakes up deep in enemy territory she assumes her life is over. She'll be killed or worse: used as a bargaining chip against her estranged brother. What happens when the mafia leader, Loki Laufeyson, offers her a deal she can't refuse? No sentiment. Only revenge. What happens when the truth is revealed? Will she betray her only family or betray the man she loves to hate? Little Sparrow is an enemies to lover's fic riddled with betrayal and spice!

Frigga was watching me carefully as my phone began ringing several times. I tried to ignore the calls but he was relentless.

“It’s alright, dear. You should take the call.”

I nodded and answered the phone.

“Where the hell are you, kid? We’re going sick over here with worry!”

“I said I’m fine, Tony! Can you just lay off?”

The door opened and Loki stepped inside. “I heard yelling. Is everything alright?”

“Is that Laufeyson?” Tony shouted and I pulled the phone away from my ear.

“Who are you talking to?”

Frigga answered for me. “Her brother wouldn’t stop calling.”

“Give me the phone.”

I looked up at him. “What?”

“Give me the phone.”

“Tony, I… I gotta go.”

Y/n, what the hell is going on?”

I handed Loki the phone and he smirked as he put the phone to his ear. “Well, hello there, Stark… Your sister? Oh, she’s just fine. She’s been having a nice little chat with my mother. They’re about to go shopping together. Isn’t that fun?” There was a pause and Loki’s smirk grew wider. “She’s mine, Stark.” Another pause. “Don’t worry your little playboy head. She’s perfectly safe with me.” He approached me as Tony assumedly yelled into the phone, moving his finger underneath my chin. “I don’t know if she wants me to return her to you,” he chuckled. “I mean, after all… you let her get attacked and never even came to find her. It was me that found her and brought her back here. I think she’s quite content where she is.” Loki rolled his eyes, pulling the phone a few inches from his ear. “Your brother is loud, little one.”

I smirked, grabbing his hand and moving it to my cheek. “Tell me about it. Try living with him.”

Loki chuckled, returning the phone to his ear. “We can discuss the details of her return once you bring me what I want.” With that he ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed.

“Done with me already, Laufeyson?”

He chuckled. “Oh, little one. I have no intention of letting you go but if your brother and his friends are angry it makes it all the more likely I’ll get what I want.”

“And what is it you want?”

He shrugs. “I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”

I rolled my eyes. “More secrets, huh?”

“It’s what I do best.”

“Loki,” frigga warned.

Before he could say anything his phone rang and he growled in annoyance, pulling it from his pocket.

“Yeah?... What?... Shit, I’ll be there in ten.” He hung up the phone and turned to us.

“Fandral reported suspicious activity in New Asgard. Someone reported seeing Thor near there.”

“Why would he be there?”

“Looking for her.”

“Why is that a problem?” Frigga asked. “We know she’s nowhere near there.”

“But they don’t know that and I don’t want them looking too deep into that town. They need to stay off our turf.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and hugged Frigga. “Take her into town and get her some things to wear.” He handed Frigga his card. “I’ll have Heimdal and Syf go with you both just in case.”

Frigga nodded and he left the room.

“Does that happen often?” I asked. “Him having to leave like that?”

She nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. It’s part of the job.”

***

Frigga took me into town and bought me way more outfits than I needed. I tried to refuse but she insisted, explaining that Loki would want me to have plenty of clothes and feel more at home. Syf and Heimdal seemed nice enough though they didn’t talk much as they were always on alert for threats around us.

It was strange how comfortable it felt talking to Frigga and the time passed far quicker than we realized. She looked down at her watch and chuckled.

“I suppose we should be getting back. Despite my insistence on helping them, Syf and Heimdal carried the bags to the car and we returned to their home.

Loki was waiting for us when we arrived. Syf and Heimdal brought the bags to our room and Loki crossed the room, seeming visibly shaken up. He wrapped his arms around his mother and then me. “Are you both alright?”

“Of course we’re alright, son. What’s happened?”

“It was a trap. Tony used Thor to lure me out. He knew I would come.”

“Did they hurt you?” I asked and he shook his head.

“No, but when you were gone for so long… I worried… I thought you might’ve been hurt. I thought they might’ve gotten to you.”

Frigga smiled, placing a hand on her son’s cheek. “We’re alright, my son. Y/n and I just got talking and we lost track of time.”

“Why didn’t you answer when I called?”

“You know I never bother with that silly phone. I never needed one in Asgard; I certainly won’t need one here.”

“Mother-.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Here, hand me your phone,” I said.

He looked at me confused before pulling out his phone, typing in the password and reluctantly handing it over. I quickly found his contacts and entered my number before handing him back his phone.

“Now if your mom and I are together and you don’t know where we are you can just call me.”

He looked down at the screen. “That’s your number?”

I nodded as he pressed a button on the screen and my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, showing him the screen.

His eyes softened and he seemed relieved.

“Not big on trust, are you, Laufeyson?”

He shrugged. “You’re an Avenger.”

“Ouch.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he rushed to explain. “I just… I don’t usually trust anyone aside from mother and Heimdal.”

“Maybe someday you’ll add me to that list.”

He smirked. “Someday.”

******

Taglist: @honeyrydernot

#loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #lokixreader #loki odinson #loki friggason #marvel #loki of asgard #avengers #marvel mcu #mafia #mafia au #marvel au #loki fluff #loki x you #loki fanfiction #loki fic

[sundove88]

Zero Love, Storms of Bitterness, and Hundreds of Heartbreaks- A Balan Wonderworld Fanfic

Y/N has seen that Jett Adara hates Valentine’s Day and becomes very bitter because of it, so they decide to go to Lance to see if he’ll drive all couples across the world to the point of becoming so bitter and angry at each other that they eventually file for divorce. Spoiler Alert: This works a little too well…

It was February 13th in the city of Timeville, and everyone was excited for tomorrow. That day would be Valentine’s Day, and everyone was going to exchange cards and gifts and chocolates and flowers- except for one. That someone was Jett Adara, a grumpy teenage Thunder demon who despised couples. And it made him bitter- so bitter in fact, he’d rather be in the middle of a raging thunderstorm. Seeing this, Y/N thought, Maybe if all couples were bitter like he was, he can finally move on! And so, with that thought in mind, they immediately rushed to The Balan Theatre.

Once inside the Balan Theatre, Y/N headed through the curtains and onto the Isle of Tims. And on the Isle, they made their way towards the door that led to the Negativity domain, where Negativity Maestro Lance was sitting on a beanbag chair with Kosokoso Kuro on his lap. “Hey, Lance- I kinda have a request for you.” Y/N replied. “What is it that you need, friend- tell me before Kuro’s brushing ends.” The negativity maestro replied. As Y/N explained their request, Lance immediately began to blush. “My friend- consider the phrase “Be careful what you wish for”; as it does more harm than good than before.”

“Please, I want Jett to move on! He can heal, I know!” Y/N says, pleading. “Ok; but remember, my friend- The Storm and divorces; at midnight will end.” Lance replied and snapped his fingers. “Yes! Thanks, Lance! Now Jett will finally be able to move on!” Y/N said, running off, waiting for the next day. The very next morning, Y/N woke up to… bickering?! “Wait a minute. Today’s Valentine’s, isn’t it?”, said Y/N as they made their way downstairs, only to see a couple outside their window having a heated argument, only for the woman to hit her husband on the head with her purse. Well… Lance wasn’t wrong. Y/N thought to themselves, only for ominous clouds to fill the sky above.

As Y/N walked further into town, they could see that things began to get more… negative everywhere they looked. Couples were shoving cards, chocolates, and flowers into the trash, and some were even filing for divorce. Soon, it began to rain, and thunder and lightning filled the skies. The world now knew how cruel and unforgiving Jett’s own life had been, and everyone had become bitter towards each other- And not even the Inhabitants and their friends were safe! Fighting, yelling, and bitterness filled the streets of Timeville. Y/N started to look for Jett Adara, who was in the middle of the forest he considered his favorite spot.

“Hey, Jett! I maaaay have asked Lance to request that every single couple in the world feels the chilling bite of reality that they become soooo bitter towards each other that they file for divorce- and a pretty nasty thunderstorm is brewing as well. And don’t worry, I did all this to make you happy so you can move on. I decided to make Bitter Blade strike everyone so it wouldn’t strike you.” Y/N explained.

“This ain’t what I wanted, ya drongo! I know ya wanted me to move on and heal, but the fact ya made this whole storm and made every couple in town bitter just for me is a mess! Ya made life cruel for everyone!” Jett said, Thunder crackling around him. “Oh no… you’re right! What have I done?! I’ve gotta fix this!!” Y/N said to themselves as they checked their phone- only to see that couples AROUND THE WORLD were bickering and being bitter towards each other and everyone else. Heck, the news even reported it as “The Valentine’s Day Without Love”.

Now knowing that they had to make things right, Y/N raced back to the theatre, hoping to find Balan and Lance and undo the mistake. “Balan! Lance! I think my request worked a little… too well, but I never imagined it would become this disastrous!” Y/N said, horrified at the consequences of their wish. “Well, we can still fix this whole mistake;” Balan began. “As long as you learn from it and do a double take.” Lance replied. “Y-You’re right. I should be careful about what I wish for next time! It all ends at midnight, right?” Y/N replied.

“You’ve got that right, our friend!” Balan answered. “I’m sure this situation will have a good end.” Lance finished. The next day, the storm was over, and everyone was chatting and laughing as if nothing had ever happened. Y/N sighed happily. “At least Jett can finally move on.” They said to themselves. “Well, at least ya fixed yer mistake. Don’t ever do it again.” Jett replied before speeding away. Y/N smiled as they hurried over to join the Lunar New Year festivities. After all, they had learned an important lesson yesterday- Be careful what you wish for, especially if you’re telling a Maestro what you’re wishing for!

The End

Jett Adara belongs to @jettthespeeddemon

#fanfic #crack fic #one shot #Balan Wonderworld #bww #bww oc #balan wonderworld lance #valentines day #be careful what you wish for

[sillyguy99]

* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter Two: * why do they gotta front?

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                "Good morning. You must be Miss Toriel, right?” 

                You introduce yourself to the goat lady and offer her your business card. 

                She takes it, the tremble of her hand made clear when brushing with yours.

                “I’ll be in charge of your case for the next three months,” you state, smiling. “I look forward to us getting along.”

                Before you stands a monster clad in purple, white, and blue, her composed posture conflicting with the wrinkles in her brow. She nods once and brushes an ear back, as if to keep it from obstructing her face. Next to her sits your child, the one responsible for having freed monsters and letting them roam the Surface – the one who made you lose countless nights of peace, and who popped the last screw of patience off your husband upon their disappearance. 

                “It is lovely to meet you," she replies, returning your gesture, though with more stiffness. “You've talked plenty about her, have you not, Frisk?”

                Frisk shakes their head ‘yes’ – excitedly so. 

                Then, they smile and do a ‘love you’ sign with their left hand.

                "I was informed the social worker had a bit of an… issue with you,” you continue, trying not to frown. “Is it true that you kept Frisk under your care while I was occupied with the closure of their Missing Persons Report… Even though you've no legal custody of them yet?"

                The goat lady frowns instead, eyelids drooping and eyes dimming as she faces her lap. 

                "Yes.” Her tone and expression now match in solemnity. “They persisted in saying they did not wish to see their father, and… With how strongly they begged for that until they felt ready to face him, it would… simply not sit right with me to ignore their request, when they have done so much for us."

                You try to brush off the clench in your heart.

                Not only do you need to keep pushing on, but…

                There's truly nothing you can do about that particular matter right now.

                "They’ll be having more than one guardian watching over them, while my husband and I are working. Is that also true?"

                "Y- Yes," she repeats, looking up. "Undyne and Alphys will look after them on Mondays, Sans and Papyrus on Tuesdays, Mettaton on Wednesdays, and Gerson on Thursdays. Fridays are with me."

                You try to keep your cool when you hear a familiar name on the list, memories from the night at the bar from two weeks ago reaching your mind. It's a vague memory, yet it's still one you carry close to your heart. The rookie bartender had offered you a figurative ear to listen – his name, one you archived deep in your mind when it was time to say goodbye.

                "...I see," you mutter, hiding your stutter. "Then I would be required to have each of those people on my contacts to further research their backgrounds. Every person who looks after Frisk must have a clean record, else we are obligated to take them from your hands – Or simply remove that person from the picture, if the department allows us to."

                Toriel voices an agreement and shuffles through her purse, taking out a small notebook from its contents. 

                "Very well," she states, her smile returning. "I will write each of their numbers and addresses down for you. Would that be sufficient information to start with?"

                "More than enough." 

                You wait and watch as she tabulates all six names onto two pieces of paper – half in one, and half in the other. 

                She hands it over, her own nervousness showing again by the more prominent trembling in her hand. 

                "Thank you."

                You sign a ‘see you soon’ toward Frisk and say your goodbyes to the goat lady after a few more questions.

                While freedom isn't yet definitive, Toriel appears more relieved when it's time to leave, as so does Frisk when they wave and throw you a kiss.

• • • • •

                Had you chosen to make your calls in the confinement of your home, your sanity would have been put on a rough test.

                Sitting on a park bench with the sun warming your face and the breeze cooling the heat helps greatly with getting all your meetings settled and not dwell too much on your situation.

                "Friday at ten? Alright. Thank you, miss. And yes, please inform him about it, too."

                "Wednesday at nine? Noted. And no – Thank you , sir. I'll be contacting you again soon."

                "Would tomorrow be alright with you? I have a space open at three."

                "Thursday noon? I'll let you know beforehand."

                You arrange meetings with five out of the six people involved in Frisk's care, the last name left unmarked on your list one you wish to avoid in case he were to recognize you from the night at the bar. 

                Although you've contacted his brother, you're a little more than reluctant to call him separately. You don't know what's worse: to eventually let him meet you in your office, or to meet him today and be done with this, once and for all. Papyrus had informed you over his schedule, so – if you weren't mistaken – the monster would be working a different job aside from bartending. He's a cleaner for the town’s local park, tutoring children in math and science simultaneously. It's a service mostly monster parents searched for, the low cost and the skeleton's skills when it comes to teaching being more than enough for him to carry on with that business.

                "how's it goin’?"

                Startled from those thoughts, you turn around with a sharp move. 

                And then, you come across the skeleton you'd been reluctant to approach. 

                He reacts by taking a step back and holding you still with a thin shield of magic.

                A faint light settles between you, this being the very same thing that keeps you from bumping into each other.

                "sorry 'bout that," he says, pulling away. "thought you were gonna fall."

                You stand idly before him, at a loss for words.

                "It’s- It's okay, sir. Thank you," you manage to say, breathing out. 

                You gesture at your badge and introduce yourself – as awkwardly as can be.

                "...You'll be acting as one of Frisk's guardians, correct?"

                "yeah. the name's sans, though i figure ya know that by now, pal."

                Despite his words coming off light-hearted, it's impossible for you to feel at ease knowing you had shown him one of your most vulnerable sides barely two weeks ago: drunk, tired, and complaining all about your husband and your unwanted intimacy with him. 

                Embarrassment shows quickly on your face, though you try to stay firm with your reasons for being here. 

                "R- Right. Again, I… apologize for how I acted that night. I really wasn't my best self. Must've talked all your patience off – carelessly complaining about the stuff I had going on.*

                "it's all good," he replies, shrugging. "i offered myself for it. wouldn't've done that if i didn't wanna listen to ya."

                Tense, you toy with your engagement ring, its gifter reaching your thoughts. 

                "Still, I stand by what I said. I rambled about a certain… someone a little too much back there, so – again – I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." Aware your pointless rambling won't stop unless you force it to, your instinct is to take out the note Toriel wrote for you. You then show it to him immediately, just to try keeping your mouth thoroughly shut about that night. "I, uh, have your number and address written here already. Miss Toriel gave these to me this morning, but frankly... It didn't seem appropriate to speak with you on the phone first, a- after what happened before."

                Again, you catch yourself bringing up that night. 

                As your second attempt, you slip out a ballpen and prepare yourself, reminding your inner thoughts not to bring that up anymore. 

                "What days are you available, sir? I would need to carry out a three month-long background check on you to determine whether you're, um… eligible to be one of Frisk's guardians."

                "how about today? i'm free after three. a parent cancelled on me, so i've got two hours off.”

                The universe is against you. 

                That's the only excuse you can find for him saying that. 

                While this is supposed to be your job, you're not ready to be alone with him.

                You're still bringing up unwanted subjects every few seconds, and it's hard for you not to feel awkward around him. 

                "Well, I- Uh, sure? If it's not an inconvenience, should we meet at my office? Or did you have another place in mind?"

                "my place’s pretty close by – about a fifteen-minute walk,” he elaborates, his smile growing. “i'm guessin' you'd also need to see my brother, don't ya? that's a two for one chance, i'd say.”

                The park's surroundings become much more interesting to you, and that makes you hope you're not being too obvious about how uncomfortable you feel right now.

                Your urge to escape shows through how you focus on the trees swaying wildly with the wind, the smell of freshly cut grass, and the raucous sound of children playing around.

                "Of course," you reply, breathing in. "I'll see you at three, then. Should I use the address written down, or would you like to meet here first?"

                "here first. you came by foot, didn't ya? i’ll drive us to my place, 'cuz you're not lookin' too rested."

                His comment makes you take a peek at your reflection on your phone's screen, displaying your face in its unholy glory: dull skin, baggy eyes, and a cut lip – the last one of those three the most unwanted, considering its background. 

                A product of your husband's hasty kisses last night, his teeth clashing with your mouth on the first try, with how desperate his approach had been.  

                "Thank you.”

                Finally, you speak up, managing a smile. 

                "I… definitely should be getting some rest soon."

 • • • • •

                You're not sure what to do.

                Of course, you didn't schedule a meeting with Papyrus today for a reason: he had errands to run! 

                And you failed to mention that to Sans, not knowing how to intervene earlier ago.

                With that obvious screw-up in mind, you take a seat on the only couch available. How small the house is makes it fitting for only one person – the sheer maximum being two. It takes all your composure to sit up straight and not shift in place every few seconds, feeling as if the skeleton were judging you at every turn. 

                "looks like he's not here," Sans comments, sitting next to you. "did he tell ya anythin', by chance? he's not usually out at this hour."

                You shrink to a corner of the couch.

                Sans's presence is discomforting, despite how willing he’d been to listen two weeks ago. 

                Because – now that you're sober – it doesn't feel all that easy; far from it, if you are to be true and honest.

                As if taking in your silence, the skeleton harrumphs and rubs the back of his neck, sneaking a glance at you. 

                "sorry if this looks like the wrong thing. i, uh, have no ulterior motives, if that's what you're wonderin'. dunno if you remember what i said, but that's really not what i'm tryna do."

                At the arrival of an unneeded, half-drunken memory, your head hurts with how far back it's been pushed away.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~

                "whoa there," the bartender says, holding your shoulders tight. "i ain't hittin' on ya, buddy – you being drunk's enough of a reason for me not to try anythin’, and that ring on your finger only adds to the cause."

                With a sniffle, you lean back against your seat, close your eyes, and sigh, reminding yourself you have to be out of this place soon. 

                "Sorry, I… I thought maybe you were looking to hook up,” you reply, frowning the kind of frown that would repel anyone around: the kind of expression where you're trying to smile and not cry anymore, so it ends up a big, messy mess: sweaty, tear-stricken face, leaking nose, and trembling lips. That's… That's what people usually want, anyway, right? Do I still look too drunk? I can't go anywhere like this. My husband will come here complaining about it!"

                "take a breath, eat somethin' warm, drink some water, and then hail a cab when it's time to leave. i can let you borrow the employee’s bathroom to wash up before ya go. buses aren't really the safest option if you're still feeling dizzy.” He offers you some painkillers and another water. "just tell your husband you're not feelin' well – He should understand."

                He won't.

                You're certain of that, yet you can't possibly tell that to the guy you've relentlessly spilled your deepest regrets and sorrows to, and who you'd confused with someone looking to woo you for a one-night stand.

                You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~

                "Oh- Oh God, no!" you exclaim, shifting to gain a proper angle. "I didn't think you were. We already discussed that before."

                "that's a relief," he states, chuckling. "cuz i kinda wanna get to know ya better, now that you've been in my life twice – more so… since you're gonna be dealin' with my own problems for three whole months."

                You feel a full smile return, a weight – though small – being lifted off your shoulders. 

   ��            "I'd like that, Sans. Can I… call you that?”

                He leans back on the couch, then winks.

                “sure ya can.”

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[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ep 10 stray thoughts:

- prom forgetting nants face and realizing he likes nont more…….. screaming

- they actually went for chicken noodles

- hold on is this guy a reporter or tutor ?? also porsche better not be doing what i think he is

- hold on was aob also in a contract with daddy?!?!?! oh we’re finally getting the aob backstory aob enthusiasts let’s gooooooooo. aob baby come home to me i’ll take care of you i swear!!!!! please!!!!

- puen wants me…

- aob puen…………… i will be withholding my reaction at this time….. [explodes into a thousand pieces]

- firstzouey being iconic besties yet again i love them. first my baby boy…

- porsche don’t start beef with bobbed bitch you should know this!!! nvm he rolled up in a crop top odds are tipping in his favor.

- nonts dad can just get cctv footage, who is he?!?!?!?

- the product placement sidjshhdhdjsjd crying

- i KNEW the psychologist wasn’t a good idea. conflict of interest ass scenario first you gotta go outside the family for it

- no not the bribe?!?!?! soong baby boy get those whacks in!!!! oh shit what is he showing soong that made him freeze in those pointy ass shoes

- i love the friendship they’re showing this ep. THE FUCK DID PORSCHE COME FROM HE JUST APPEARED. teena being a comedic king

- is captain wearing the brazilian colors?!?!

- i don’t trust nont in a good mood… oh his parents are politicians. I BET ITS PROM IN THE MASK OH SHIT OH FUCK

- WHAT??!?! WHAT WHAT WHAT THE OLD GUY WHAT WHA

- kejdjjdu is that porsche behind the door?!?? “you don’t know that he hates you he might just be dead” like bro bffr oh it’s nont, nont bffr

- see porsche how don’t care how many crop tops you wear you deserve to have your ass whooped

- leaving captains nosey ass alone was a mistake keen. like ?? but to be fair his weird ass always up to something unpredictable

- hold on- what’s going down between keen and puen?!?!!

- NUTHPHOP MY BELOVEDS also what the hell DOES nuth keep in that cage NUTH IS MY SPECIAL LITTLE MAN THATS MY MAN SHOUTOUT TO MY MANNNNNNN EVERYTIME HE SMILES NATURE HEALS ITSELF ITS LIKE THE FIRST CHIRP OF THE MORNING BIRD AFTER A LONG HARD WINTER ITS LIKE THE SUNRISE AFTER A COLD NIGHT ITS LIKE THAT FIRST SIP OF WATER WHEN YOUR THIRSTY ITS LIKE LAYING DOWN AFTER A LONG DAY STEPPING OUT OF THE SHOW AFTER BEING SOAKED TO THE BONE IN SWEAT ITS LIKE THE MOST DECADENT CHOCOLATE YOUVE EVER TASTED LIKE WAKING UP WELL RESTED LIKE THE SUNSHINE LIKE THE BREEZE THAT CARRIES SOUNDS OF LIFE WHEREVER IT TRAVELS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET LIKE A REFRESHING RAIN LIKE LIKE LIKE LIKE

- CAPTAIN YOURE TRIFLING ASS IS DONE YOURE FINISHED IM GONNA GET YOU

- zouey being the voice of reason, unless he’s wrong then he’s a clown just like the rest of em

- IS FIRSTS DAD SOONGS NEW SUGAR DADDY?!?!?!?!

- not calling first a monster, also what is happening

- nvm i don’t need to get captains ass keen gonna get him for me WHY DID THE CAMERA PAN TO THE MASK LIEK THAT?!,!?

- aob nooooo literally nothing more devastating than person who didn’t believe love was in the cards for them getting betrayed like nooooooo

- I KNEW IT WAS PROM WHAT IS NANT DEAD SO MUCN IS HAPPENING AHHHHHHHHH

what an episode… holy fuck

#playboyy spoilers #a.b.e. watches #playboyy the series

[yespolkadotkitty]

Nerves

Robert "Bob" Floyd x female!reader (no y/n). No content warnings here, just fluff and one (1) amazing kiss. One triple frontier reference if you catch it.

Words: 1400

The Hard Deck is busy tonight.

You wiggle your way through crowds of revellers. The miracles that occurred yesterday are still a major cause of celebration. You haven’t seen Mav and Penny since though, but you reckon they’ve ducked out to have a celebration of their own.

It’s about time, you think. Hopefully, it’ll last.

Hangman and Rooster are playing darts, jokingly ribbing each other. The latter looks more relaxed than he has in weeks, and he’s wearing one of his trademark patterned shirts, this one grey with white cranes flying across the material.

Phoenix and Fanboy are curled almost double over the pool table, debating a shot. And leaned against the wall observing, is Bob.

He looks good, his blue eyes sharp behind those old-style glasses.

His hair’s a little more ruffled than usual, the antique-gold blond catching under the low lighting in the bar.

When you pass Hangman, Bob looks over at you and your eyes meet, and he holds your gaze for a long moment, before he looks away.

It’s been like this for weeks.

Sometimes he orders a drink and your hands brush and he hands over his card, or pays with cash. His soft, slow drawl skitters over your senses, and you’re sure he can feel it too, this thread of something.

A week ago when he and Phoenix had to eject, you heard the news from Penny and your heart stayed in your throat until Mav reported that they were in hospital but okay.

You could have lost him.

Then yesterday, he and the team were too surrounded by well wishers for you to get near him.

You slip behind the bar and start to chat to patrons and fulfill orders.

“You still not ready, huh?”

You jerk around at the familiar voice. Hangman’s irritatingly handsome face greets you as he leans on the bar.

He and Bob are similar in many ways - tall, lean, blond, deep voice - but Jake does nothing for you.

“What do you mean?”

He snorts and nods his head at his fellow naval officer, currently chatting with Fanboy about the angle of his pool cue. 

“You know what I mean. The room parts like the Red Sea when you and Floyd lock eyes on each other.”

You shake your head. “I’m not the kind of girl to make a move, Hangman. Call me old fashioned, but I like to be asked out.”

He sighs. “You gotta give him a sign you wanna be asked out. He’s a straight shooter, but no one likes to keep firing without scoring a hit, you know what I mean?”

“I guess.”

Seemingly satisfied, Jake takes his drink and moves off back towards the darts board.

Another couple of hours pass.

Your colleague Carl unties his apron. “Gonna take off. You ok to close up?”

“Sure, Carl.” It’s your turn, you haven’t done close for a few days at least. It’s much quieter now. Only two tables, and Bob and Fanboy, left in the bar.

“Thanks.” He squeezes your shoulder and swings out from behind the smooth cherrywood bar.

The two couples near the big windows pay up and leave, and then Fanboy heads out, tossing you a salute as he does so. He’s always been sweet to you, and you return it, making him grin.

And then it’s just you and WSO Floyd.

You start to bus the tables as he tidies the pool table.

“You don’t have to do that.”

He just smiles slightly. “You can’t close up by yourself.”

“I have before.”

“But I’m here. Is it okay that I’m here?” Insecurity flashes over his face.

“Of course! Company always welcome.” As you pass the jukebox with an armful of glasses, you pause a second and programme it to play Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd.

Bob pauses in the act of collecting empty bottles and grins over at you. “Funny.”

“I think so.”

“My Dad loves Pink Floyd.”

You file away this little tidbit of information as he nears the bar. You point your chin at the swinging door that leads to the kitchen. “Bring ‘em in the back.”

“Sure.”

You can smell him as he follows you - something citrussy that suits his clean cut appearance. The scent makes your hormones sit up and beg. You barely repress a shiver when he reaches around you to stack the open dishwasher, his front momentarily pressed to your back.

He’s solid and warm. He has a little scar on the thumb of his left hand, and you wonder how he got it.

All too soon the moment passes, and he’s gone away to continue tidying. You wish he wasn’t quite so conscientious.

You’re stacking plates and adding dish detergent when he reappears. “That’s the last of ‘em.”

“Thankyou.”

He loads up the glasses. “You’re welcome.” A slight flush colours his cheeks when he adds, “It, ah, might’ve been suggested that I stick around after last call tonight?”

You stay stock still, not facing him. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he drawls. He gently takes the detergent bottle from you and pours it in, sets the bottle down on the scarred counter. “Truth is, I’ve been working up the nerve to stop late with you for a couple weeks now.”

You almost laugh. “The nerve? You literally could have died yesterday.”

He huffs, his gaze roving over your face. “Trained for that. No way to train myself not to react to you. I come here with the team some nights just because I think you might be working.”

Your heart softens at the earnest expression in his sky-blue eyes.

“And then Phoenix and I had that near miss last week, and I thought, if we manage to perform those miracles the Top Brass keep on about - then I’ll say somethin’. If I’m still here to run my fool mouth off.”

Your breath catches.

The dishwasher whirrs but the sound’s just background noise to your heart pounding.

“And?” you whisper.

He takes a small step closer, lifts his hand to gently cup your cheek. He’s got mild calluses where he grips the weapon system handles and you shiver a little at the delicious friction. “And.” His glasses accentuate the blue of his eyes, the thickness of his lashes. “I like you. Very much. Maybe even more’n being in the sky.”

“I like you, too.” You lean into his palm, settle your own hands on his chest. His heart is galloping, but you’d never know it from how still he stands, waiting for your explicit consent. “And I also think I’d like you to kiss me.”

His brows wing up, and then that gorgeous mouth pulls into a smile. You wonder if he’s going to make some quip like well, I do like to follow orders, but thankfully, that’s not his style.

Instead, everything goes stock-still inside you as he lowers his head and your lips brush for the first time. You commit it all to memory - his taste, the faint tang of beer, the sweetness of candied peanuts. His mouth is soft and sweet, but there’s a bite of need under it all that you’re definitely going to explore later.

You sink into the kiss as he wraps his free arm around you, tugging you closer. His lips part against yours and it’s electric. The butterflies of attraction swarm in your stomach and your palms slide up his chest. You tangle your fingers in the neat curls of hair at the nape of his neck and he hmmmms into your mouth.

When you finally part, there’s something like wonder sketched on his handsome face.

“Why’d you wait so long?” you whisper.

“I’ve no idea. Won’t make that mistake again.”

And he proceeds to make good on that promise.

You’re very  late closing up that night.

And several nights afterwards.

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