#the next time i read ‘b-but i feed it my own writing’ or ‘i did it for shit and giggles’ im gonna snap

[hanlimz]

JUNGWONSPIDERMANAU

cass. pls dont say that and just. LEAVE. expand. i would like to hear your thoughts 🎤

bc truly spider-man/peter parker was my first love and personally i have had the idea for a jake as spider-man au for quiet a bit now but it has never really taken off but now i NEED to hear all your thoughts.

(also if u have any good spider-man au fic recs pls send them my way thnx 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

PLSSS I COULD TALK FOREVER!!!! BUT OKAY—here are some bullet points plus a small blurb/summary/idk? i literally am going to write so much im so SORRY??? (this has convinced me n i will be writing a fic LMAOO)

(+ two vvvv good spiderman fic recs!!)

it’s safe here (with me) by @enhypenandpaper !! | very cute story, well-written, i love when writers can put their own unique spin on scenes that inspire them it’s rly motivating and wonderful (i need to rb this on my fic rec blog asap) (jake x reader)

i’ll save you (again) by @jayflrt !! | amazing stupendous wonderful show-stopping ,, literally one of my Favorite reads on this app .. this author manages to encapsulate both spiderman And jake sosososo well .. they also make it a point to rly flesh out the other friendships mentioned and I Love That (jake x reader)

general hcs (?):

won is the dorkiest spiderman ever .. stutters over his quips, never has anything cool to say to the villains he fights, doesn’t know how to respond to ppl thanking him

one time someone he saved tried to ask for his number and he panicked and said he was banned from both t-mobile and verizon (he’s not btw)?? 

another time he just got done saving a group of ppl n said “no thneeds necessary” ?? bc he was trying to say “no need to thank me” n “no thanks necessary” at the same time

but he’s also the sweetest .. any time someone asks to “repay him” he’s a double it n give it to the next person kinda guy .. he always tells them to stop by the soup kitchen or donate old clothes to thrift stores or just be kind to someone else

also ,, on another note ,, won has the Biggest crush on u and knows u like to help out at the local preschool, so he always tells ppl to buy and donate extra school supplies

sometimes when he’s out patrolling late at night, he’ll see u on ur way home from the library n quietly follow u to make sure u get home safe

tries to talk to u once after seeing a spiderman article open on ur computer and u indulge him for a moment, saying how bad u felt abt the daily bugle’s tabloid pieces .. won’s p sure his heart exploded

but overall, he’s very gentle and kind .. ever the king of duality tho .. he can beat a bitch up when need be, but most of the time—won’s just a high school senior trying to get into MIT and make the person he’s been in love with since the beginning of fall semester feel the same way abt him

ANYWAYS in a high school!au setting i see a lot of ppl like to hc jungwon as class/stuco president, but i think he’s definitely more on the quiet side .. he’s popular, yes, but not too popular if that makes sense. for him, though, this is perfect ... he flies under the radar, and him missing school a couple days in a row every month or so goes virtually unnoticed. HOWEVER, you’ve always had a sneaking suspicion .. it’s not like you and won are Rivals—there would be no merit in picking an unnecessary fight with the boy who volunteers at the soup kitchen on the weekends and feeds the stray cats near the gym and asks the lunch ladies how their days are going—but, there’s something strange going on. you’re sure of it.

jungwon comes into school one day w a busted lip and a black eye. everyone is fawning over him, asking him what happened—did he get mugged, did his face hurt, did he give the other person a run for their money? you don’t bother checking in on him when he takes his seat next to you. you just hand him his calculus test (he did better than you again n it’s infuriating) and clench your jaw, willing yourself to disappear. that familiar, green monster hangs in the shadows behind you, and its breath fans across your neck as it attempts to coax a physical manifestation of jealously from your lips. eventually, you excuse yourself to the nurse’s office and skip the rest of the day.

later that night, you’re trying to study in your room, but you keep getting distracted by the daily bugle’s twitter updates. spiderman is out and about again, and they won’t let the poor guy’s good reputation rest. it’s all “spiderman fights villain and knocks over streetlight onto local man’s car” and “spiderman forgoes saving lady’s churro to destroy half of grand central station”—and, honestly, you feel a bit bad. he’s trying his best. but, as rain patters against your window, the sound threatens to lull you to sleep. exhaustion overtakes your body, your eyes are drooping, and your head keeps falling from your hands. and then BOOM—the loudest noise you’ve ever heard startles you from your fatigue-induced trance. with a look of fear in your eyes, you glance over your shoulder to look at the window and the sight that greets you is enough to freeze every molecule in your body.

the aforementioned hero is clinging to the side of your building, banging his fist on the glass and practically begging to be let in. his movements are frantic and a bit scary. you open the window as quick as you can and let him slide through the small gap you’ve created. there are copious tears in his suit, blood flows from a nasty gash on his shoulder. rushing around on some crude form of auto pilot, you grab a clean shirt from your closet and press it into his wound. you tell him to hold it there and instruct him to sit in your desk chair. he's sopping wet from head to toe, and all you manage to think about is how glad you are that your parents are away for the weekend.

eventually, after only almost vomiting once, the cut is clean and bandaged up. "you're so lucky that i've been trying to get rid of this shirt forever, mr. spiderman," you scoff as he perches on the sill of your window, preparing to swing away into the night. "if i had grabbed one of my favorite outfits, i would've killed you before that wound could have."

a giggle escapes from his lips, and for a moment, you find yourself taken aback. he sounds like a high schooler—young, lively, and everything but the twenty-something year old man you thought he would be. "sorry about that ... i'll have to swing by and drop off some laundry detergent one of these days," he laughs. his voice sounds so familiar, but your mind is still reeling from your recent discovery. the hero offers you a wave and gestures toward his previous seat. "sleep well—and, good luck on that calculus homework."

the next day at school, jungwon is nowhere to be seen. you thank whatever happens to reside in the sky that he can't see the bright red 67 at the top of your most recent calculus test. the next next day, however, jungwon comes in with his arm in a sling. as his seatmate, you're the one that has to help him out for the rest of the week. but, when you're sitting in free period, you happen to take another glance at the bandages around his shoulder as jungwon naps next to you. a sharp column of ice pierces through your lower abdomen; under jungwon's sling, the lowest layer of bandages are covered with dried blood and sweat.

they look eerily familiar. almost like the ones you used to patch spiderman up over the weekend.

but, jungwon couldn't be spiderman. he couldn't be—he's too sweet, too gentle, too kind. peeking over at his backpack, you note that it seems a bit bulkier today; a recognizable purple cap winks at you from the unzipped main pocket. a chill tickles the length of your spine as you register what happened to be resting against his class notebooks.

laundry detergent?

you pause for a moment.

oh.

oh god.

#ੈ.faves #ੈ.nyx 🌌 #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions #jungwon fluff #jungwon x reader #enha fluff #enha reactions #enha headcanons #enha imagines #jungwon reactions #jungwon headcanons #jungwon imagines #LMAOOO i did too much honestly #the whole blurb is so messy im so SORRY #but when i have more time (prob my spring break ㅠㅠ) ill Definitely be fleshing this out n writing a full fledged spiderwon fic

[sgiandubh]

Whereabouts

Instead of hijacking @wildfernflower's excellent reblog of this post (https://www.tumblr.com/bat-cat-reader/728749633773404160/cait-looks-hot-happy-and-content-both-her?source=share), I decided to write my own.

But first, I have to quote @wildfernflower, because she is damn right:

'There is a lot of time in his life, far away from his socials, filled with stuff we'll never know about. People read his post one day, learn what he's currently doing or where he currently is (or rather where he wants people to think he is), they're impatiently waiting for the next post that comes e.g. in 2 or 3 days, and have an illusion nothing happened in between. They put these posts one after another on a fictious Sam’s timeline they create in their minds. In reality, these 2-3 days in between is a significant time gap, yet it miraculously disappears.'

You might find me insolent, but: this whereabouts obsession is one of the original sins of this fandom. Where are they right now? And with whom? Alone? Together? When did he/she went online last time, in which time zone and to do exactly what?

Let's face it: we wouldn't do that with our best friends IRL, perhaps and I would not do that with SO or my child(ren) if I had that privilege, which I don't. I remember my mother calling me at 7AM on a Sunday with that question and I also remember my very insolent answer - she understood very quickly it was not a good idea and never tried it again. So while I can see why this online timelines game was cute at the start, I can't, for the life of me, understand why it still apparently is a big deal and why some keep on playing it on behalf of two strangers? Especially when they know, by now, everything he posts is either a) advertising of his own projects and b) latergrams and also that she was never an enthusiastic poster (oh, yes: the banter - that is, I am afraid, long over, now).

This is the surest way to feed a never ending obsessive cycle and this is way above and beyond fandom behavior. This is also why I think timelines always have an agenda, especially when they pretend to explain a context in all its complexity, to a very thirsty and easily bored audience.

Take for example what Miss Marple called The Zanzibar Saga. At least fifty pages of multimedia content, with an almost frame-by-frame découpage and the proper identification of about 20% of the people on that damn boat. All of this in order to cover events that probably unfolded in the space of eight to ten hours tops of a single day.

In which world is this normal and in which legal system is this not stalking? Why is this happening: to feed the Fandom Beast or to further discredit a B-list actor, allowing all sorts of innuendoes, among which the a) high-functioning alcoholic, b) cheap womanizer and c) closeted gay are all 'possible', depending on each faction's (not fraction, Geachte mevrouw: that's algebra) POV? How is that evidence of anything else than an inordinate, obsessive and somewhat worrisome interest for that person?

This is OL. Not The Truman Show:

PS: In case you wonder, I will always stand up if what I consider to be red lines are being crossed, no matter who the person (cast or blogger) is. Yesterday/early morning today (timezones) it happened again and while I admit my reaction was uncharacteristically strong, so was the troll's message.

Next time, it could be anyone of us. Think about it. And next time, I will stand up again in solidarity, no matter who you are or what your shipper/believer take on SC is. And no, I do not expect anyone to do the same for me. It's not how these things work.

#fandom #Youtube

[iamgrape]

Incubus!! Mayoi in a Soul Mate AU

WARNING IF YOU GO PASS THIS LINE. IT MEAN YOUR WILLING TO READ SUCH WEIRD HC OR DARK CONTENT I HAVE IN-STORE FOR ALL PERV AND CURIOUS CATS LIKE YOU.୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨

Tag content: incubus marking || some crack cause I cannot write serious erotica || stomach bulging? || Mayoi have package 👀??? || Idk what I'm doing but here's a long self indulgence for you all!! || Not proofread. I write this from 10 pm to 3am pls.

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WHAT IF IN A SOUL MATE + DEMON OF LUST + MAYOI AYASE?!

Imagine mayoi ayase is an Incubus [ description of incubus mayoi, he have similar design like albedo in overlord but male version with seggsy outfit ] (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) But he never did his incubus duties properly cause his afraid of interaction or going out to do the deed.

Probably would just feed himself by watching his random target masturbate on the ceiling or invisible to his target eyes or feed himself using dream fucking instead of going physical have sex with his target?

But then he would probably be so weak with his diet for years and worries his unit mate. And to the point the fallen guardian angel Tatsumi have to push him to just fuck someone already. That's goes by a lot already of how problematic and worrisome his Situation is.

"b-but--... What if I'm bad at it?!" he cried as hiiro Amagi the dark angel of death or a soul reaper smiling assist on making sure his friend won't suddenly disappear from existence with his very worrisome action all those years living his life as incubus-- by pushing him to the portal to the room of the lucky person his going to do the deep tonight.

"come on now, mayo-senpai should have an inborn instinct in doing such lewd things!" Aira a newbie demon under their group. He also worries for his senior that would suddenly dies out like a wallflower.

"beside the person you have to be intimate with is someone you always watch over since long ago." Tatsumi smile as he try to give reassuring to mayoi that his not just fucking just somebody he doesn't know.

"h-huh... Is that supposed to be a g-good t-thing...?!" He cried as he try to resist being thrown when he realize it's you who they plan to pair with him.

You, who he always visited to play and taught all things he knows about human history and basic knowledge if there isn't much source to teacher you but himself-- since your 1st-2nd life. He watch over you from the shadows after you come into age because he cannot dare to mangled more or else he might drag you to the shadows he lurks and live.

He watch over you as you live your lives without knowing your soul Mate is and reborn many times and meeting him again as a child before he disappear and just be remember or forgotten imaginary friend of yours.

HIS PRECIOUS FRAGILE AND ADORABLE HUMAN IS GOING TO BE FORCE BY A UNSIGHTLY CREATURE TO BE TAINTED...

H-HOW--...very wonderful-- SINFUL!

His mind suddenly went blank as it slowly corrupted with thoughts of tainting you and doing such unspeakable act.

"oh man, mayo-senpai just got a boner LOL. How lewd. HIIRO HURRY AND KICK HIM TO THE PORTAL!" aira who's quick to notice the change to the incubus is quickly take the chances of distraction of his senior to instruct hiiro who's doing the work.

"Ok! See you later mayoi-senpai!" giving a thumbs up to his friend he give the last push to the distracted incubus to be sent to the destination of his for the night--your room.

"w-wait---" yet he cannot say anymore as he free fall into the portal and to the unalarmed human--you who's busy reading porn on your phone.

Landing on top of you, his black wings spread out as he try to take balance by making the fall less painful as he drop his weight on you but it's too late to do so as you groan out of pain by becoming his landing spot.

"agh... What... The f--" You curse under your breath as you drop your phone to floor, hearing it crack felt like your own world have crack along side it. Your phone is your world.

"MY PHONE!" You cried as you try to reach out for it but cannot move as there seems to be force on top of you that is forcing you down.

"s-sorry...*sob." You hear someone sobbed as black feathers shower around you out of nowhere as he accidentally let his presence known to you when he cannot take even a minimum energy to be invisible in his current state.

"...?????????" You look confuse as your laying down on your stomach, you saw legs beside you as well black feathers in your bed.

"Ahm... What." You realize there seems to be a person on top of your back.

Out of nowhere.

in your room.

in the middle of the night.

Totally normal--

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" of course not. You quickly try to see who it was but the person seems to be embarrassed to be see as he stay out and unseen by you by laying on your back to hide his face.

'ahh... Your so warm...' the small self control he have slowly decreasing each moment. The tingling feelings he have each time he touch made his skin burn and heart beat Skipping a beat.

"w-what d-did I just felt--" your eyes widen as you felt the person on your back starts to rub something hard against your sweet cheeks and lower back.

"ah... (N-name)~" you hear him purr out beside your ears leaving redness and trail of aphrodisiac scent to be let out in the air.

The feeling that you felt since the start, the odd sensation of tingling and connection that you never felt toward anyone in your life except for that imaginary friend of yours.

Wait--

"...oooh." You realized your imaginary friend probably isn't imaginary and currently dry humping you from behind and moaning like a slut.

"Bruh are you serious right now?" You raise a brow. Somehow when you realize it's that strange friend that been playing and teaching you, your school work in old days made you You stop resisting and questioning things, since a part of you remember that friend of yours is very unique and off.

'I mean no imaginary friend crying out everytime someone try to ask you to play or asking you out when you come home from kindergarten and shower you with sweets when your guardian says no candies, while watching you with reddish and odd gaze.' you thought as you softly excuse yourself to move a bit to get your phone, not trying to disturb your friend. ' if this person is not what I think he is, he would long gone kick out my room.

But I heard about soul mate but never meet anyone that gives me the connection soul mate have.' you wonder if your moral and view of life is curve by open minded people and this fellow who told about many lecture about things sex education won't teach class, minus the being arouse about such topic.

His just teaching you that don't fuck random dude ( that isn't him or none at all) and that he might or might be a sex demon but he swear he will not touch you inappropriately... Unless he can't control himself. .' you wonder at that time if your imagination is that wild to have such knowledge you don't know and personality in such friend made up by your mind. Turn out, his not one to begin with.

"*hic... I-i wanna taint you so much... I'm so disgusting... *Sob..." You hear him cry while you felt something wet on your back. The aphrodisiac scent in the air made your head hurt. Not because it's not arousing you but rather it's ruining your imagination in the book your reading. You have priority right now.

"...oh. so your really a sex demon mayoi?" You finish reading the story and ask the person laying on your back whos resting on top of you after his little charade and fun.

"H-huh... H-how... D-did..." He suddenly seat up on surprised that you know him. That you remember him. But hearing you call his name made him felt warm again.

"oho..." An amuse grin appear in your face as you put your phone under your bed the moment you felt something harden against your sweet cheeks again. "M-a-y-o-i?" You tease as you say his name in teasing seductive tone. Your testing the tides which you'll probably going to regret later on.

"h-hai.... I-i am... Mayoi...~ 💕" He mewl as he lay his head on your shoulder blades enjoying your voice closer, with face tainted with lust.

You felt his burning cheeks against yours as he softly run against you again. "Do you know..." You whisper to him.

"Your someone who watch me grow up... Don't you think your doing such--" you try to point out the main problem here as he once told you himself the things that society of your time think is taboo and how to watch out for those.

"ah... I'm very disgusting and sinful... I wanna fuck you. Someone I watch all you lives since the beginning of time... " He don't even denied your claim as he only moan at the sensation of justing being close to you.

"..." Your speechless that he don't seems to care about his own teaching. As his thoughts is only desire one thing--you. yet there still a bit of self control that won't let him do the deed that far other than trying to cum by humping.

'ah... That scent is weird...' somehow the scent of incubus that he is letting out that doesn't effect you as much before is slowly drowning your thoughts with lust as well.

"ah~ your letting out such a good arousal~" by just feeling sexual desire from you, he felt feed even without doing it.

A bit more of the strings is been cut off, of his self control. His long incubus tongue lick the sweat that start to form in your nape to your cheeks.

"Hm... " You felt tingling sensation that made you let out mewl as his warm tongue touch your skin. You felt your skin burning up with his touch.

"m-more~ " he moan as he turn your face to kiss you. Your eyes widen as you meet his lusty blue eyes that is corrupted and almost beyond help, hypnotizing you with it's sinful beauty.

His tongue plays with yours, circling at your soft one. And exploring your whole mouth, not letting a bit of property untouched.

He effortlessly change your position so you would be laying on your back, with him still on top of you yet he control his balance and weight to not put his weight on you again to pain you. he continue to kiss you as now his able to lean in for more deep intimate kiss with you.

"aw..agh...." You felt small tingling of pain as you accidentally wounding your tongue with his sharp teeth, your blood mix in made him moan even more as he taste your sweet blood mix with your saliva.

Thinking about something as he continue to salvage you with a kiss, he softly let his own tongue trace his sharp teeth to wound it and bleed like you did. A grinning as he await your reaction to the taste of incubus blood.

Your taste buds suddenly tasted something sinfully sweet like honey-- a nectar of lust. Pushing what sense of right mind in your head way to the corner.

You felt your whole body being warm. Letting out more sexual arousal that he feeds on greedily.

"Ah~ your so delicious ~ " he praise as slowly back away to look at his handy work. "I cannot get enough!"

Your face is red as he is and a mess, breathing heavily while looking at him with the same clouded gaze with lust. "My sweet dearest... You look so beautiful~" he admire you with full adoration.

He is now beyond help.

Nor will you be.

"I will taint and take all that is meant to be mine..." He chuckle like a mad man in love as he start to trail kisses and marking your from neck to your chest.

"Hmn..." You bashfully cover your mouth as you let out unholy noise again. "Ah~ don't be shy~ " he look up to you as he was giving kisses on your right breast and playing with the other.

You realize when you see your bare skin in contact with his kisses that your cloths have long disappear the moment his cum on your back.

You just notice it just now as it's the last thing that comes in your mind when your particularly kissing a irresistible sexy incubus.

"Hmmm..!!" You shake your head as he pinch your nipples with an amuse grin at your resistance of letting out your moan heard. You will not let out those hentai noises to embarrassed yourself!' you thought as you bite your lips while the sexual arousal increase as well your desire.

"how adorable~ " he watch you in glee of how cute you are trying to stay quite. He grin as he continue to abuse your resistance of unwilling to be heard moaning by your neighborhood. As he continue to trail kisses till he is kissing your stomach, where your womb would be located.

"D-do you know..." He start as he kissed and draw a mark using his black pointy nails on top of your stomach. Forming a incubus mark that glows bright purple and blue after it's done imprinted on the skin by him without your prior knowledge as your busy trying to stop yourself from later shame you'll face after this little fun time.

"k-know what." You grumble as you felt burning sensation on the pit of your stomach. You suddenly felt warm and more sexually bothered than you are before.

"I-im supposed to take you since the very beginning I lead my eyes on you~ ah... But I cannot bare to watch you cry to part from your family!" He remembers the very first meeting the two of you have in your first life.

He was trying to do his duty as a new incubus but in the end he saved you from being harass by someone instead of just watching by the sideline to feed from the sexual tension that would commence at that time.

The moment you held his hands he realize your his soul mate yet fear being hated as his not human like you made him run away and hate that his not human like you.

Making him unable to do his simple task as incubus all those time. He would rather be your guardian demon-angel than be a filthy incubus!' he thought as he fight his own nature while watching over your life. Trying to secure your safety.

His own reckless act earn a few amazement from fellow demons and as well demoted to a lower rank as his not able to take his post seriously all those time.

His fellow lower rank like Hiiro who is a soul reaper --who always get cheated on by souls to give more time to do their life goal isn't better nor the suppose to be evil fallen angel Tatsumi continue to watch over his original human his guarding-- the very reason of his fallen.

Aira who don't know better yet as a new demon belong to their rank. All of them are underachievers and beyond outcast by others because of their own quirks in the demon realm.

"mmm....so uncomfy....... I...." You can't hear what his saying as you felt very uncomfortable, you don't know what to do. He saw how out of your mind you are as he softly rub his fingers against your stomach over the mark he gives you.

"Ah...hm.. " you felt comfortable when he touch you. You held his hand that seems to burn away the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach to continue to touch your stomach. "W-what... Did you d-do.." you groan as he look at you with degenerate grin teasing you by not giving you the touch you desire. "You ...lewd incubby did...y-you put some weird mark on me?!" You grip on his hand as you remember such knowledge about sex demon from all the porn you read.

"ara~ if seems you know what I did?" He seems intrigued at your knowledge as he trace the mark again with his nails causing you to whimper as it give you a sensation you cannot help but moan.

"Ah... S-stupid..." You grumble to yourself for not able to stop such act. You thought he would stop after he have his fun earlier but he doesn't and he won't anytime soon either.

"Agh..." You bite your already abuse lips as you try to think of a way to get off this mess. You still have some self control through your body says otherwise.

"your so beautiful, trying to fight a incubus mark~" he look down at you as now his on the end of the bed, your legs on both of his side. He look at you in all of your beauty.

"s-shut up! Y-your sexy v-voice isn't h-helping!" You covered your ears because now even his voice having effect on you. He look at you with soft grin and did what you wish but continue to trace your body with his long fingers.

"H-hey!!" You squirm as you felt tickle by what his simple touch and the fact you still don't feel comfortable but you refuse to fall victim to a lewd ass mark that probably curse you like it says in those books you read!

I will over come this. I will over come this. I will not succumb to this very seggsy and attractive incubus sicko.' you thought as you persist on.

Your body is groaning and asking to be touch isn't helping.

Your sense of achieving such fit of being one of those rare people who won't succumb to such temptation made you hype for no reason. For stupid reason.

" ~ 🎶" he hummed a tone as he watch you intrigued and interest as he still manage feed on a bit of desire coming from you. It won't make him full or help his situation yet he won't force you that much if you don't like it. Even so his dying to do it.

"agh... So u-uncommmn..f-fortable...." You hold your stomach as you try to put pressure to the place yet it won't help. He look at you in worry as you look more bother each minutes.

He don't know if he should remove the mark -- oh wait he can't. He suddenly panic because he remembers he probably Put a permanent one on you.

"S-sorry I can't remove it..." He apologize feeling bad his being the worse at his job. In actuality his not, his moral is not fit for his job. "I put a p-permanent one instead.... *Hic." He cried.

"w-what..." You look at him dumbfounded. You don't learn about such thing in your books. 'I guess not all things I read are facts' you says as you judge your porn book and not even a demonology book to begin with.

The atmosphere and current situation between you two are out of norm. Usually you should given up since his your soul mate and all but still refuse to do so as it's on your bucket list of stupid things.

"selfcontrolselfcontrol--" you mumble to your self before you throw a middle finger to your self control as you seat up and seat on his lap, putting your arms around his neck as you look deep at his beautiful blue eyes. His arms unconsciously circle around your waist to secure you close to him.

"Y-you win..." You grumble giving up on your bucket list.

"H-huh... " He don't know this is a game. "Ah..." He groan as you grind in his crotch area. "(N-name)..." He whimper as you continue to get a friction to give yourself your own comfort.

"I wanna record your voice to make it my ringtone~you lewd bitch." you whisper to his ears before biting his ear lobes. Being true to the thoughts that is sinning your mind.

"Ahh~ c-calling m-me names... " He felt your words and action made him even more arouse with his desire.

"I-i... W-would b-be so g-greatful f-for y-you to t-think so...~ " he is a mess as you softly cherish his face before you return the gesture he did to you before, trailing soft kisses from his neck to his shoulder blade. Marking his pale skin with love bites. You felt comfortable by just being in skin to skin contact with him.

"your an incubby... How many is your body count you little slut?" You grumble in annoyance at the thought someone is touching him first than you did.

Your mind is far gone from lust, you also felt possissive as his your stupid soul mate who disappear on you years ago.

"H-how many touch this body of yours?" You added as you reach out to pinch his nipples aggressively but it only cause him to moan and mewl against you.

"N-no one..." He cried. But himself because he only try to relieve his pent up sex drive with self care as he cannot dare touch you.

"...are you lying?" You pause as you look at hid disheveled self that looks so slutty with his face red and drooling and gaze that almost as if his pupils turn to heart shapes. "You better not be lying...." You held his chin to meet your gaze to look at any sign of dishonesty but all you see is a lewd incubby reflecting a similar lewd person at his eyes--you.

"I-im.. really b-bad at m-my j-job...." He groan as you continue to play with his nipple while grinding on his crotch. "I-i... Only w-went as f-far w-watch s-someone does it to f-feed m-myself..." He whimper as he lean his head on you. He look at you with honestly through clouded with lust. "I-... Only want you~" he whisper almost inaudible to your ears.

"you look so beautiful mayoi 💕" since his words earn your trust you stop calling him degrading names and return to calling him his name.

"N-no... I'm d-disgusting...mhmmm ah... deviant slut.... Y-your slut..mhm..." He denied your claim as slowly reach out to touch his nether region. Tracing his v line along the way. Your touch have the same effect like he does to you!

He cannot get enough of it! He can't help but tighten his hold on you. His precious human, is finally on his arms~ ahh~ such a wonderful day~

"... Damn your pack." You can't help but commented out loud as you try to held his genital in one hand while your other hand is busy playing with his nipple. Your still seating in his lap as you did.

For some reason his still wearing his pants on like you are to your underwear but all other outfit is gone.

"Hmn... W-we... T-tend... T-to d-do s-so..." He felt trail of happiness that you like what he have~ 💕 through it's already an understatement as his suppose to be the best creation out of all demon of lust. He or any demon of lust could be any of their target preference ~ but there still the fact there's already a package without such preferences.

"hmm...." You chuckle in amusement as the monster cock under your gasp seems to harden more under the fabric it's containment. "Your one hornie little slut ~ " you tease and he nodded his head accepting your claim.

"Yes.mhn... yes I am... I am your hornie little slut who is dying to fuck you~" he whimper, feeling uncomfortable of his own clothing at that he cannot stop his trobbing desire to fuck you out of your mind and start screaming his name or his degrading name you call him with full of affection ~

With a wave of his hand his outfit poof out of existence. (Hooray incubus magic!) And remove your last set of clothing with a snap.

"hmnnn...~ " the moment you both all naked and genital against one another. The feeling of relief out of your uncomfortable situation on the pit of your belly seems to be not far off. Your so wet on your folds that you particularly lubing his dick to be ready.

"This better not be painful..." You grumble feeling a bit of fear if what comes next but your sexual desire is more of upper hand than your fear.

"D-dont worry ahh.... " He saw the worry on you eyes as he reach out to held your nape for a kiss.

"Ha...." You suddenly become distracted by the sweet kiss that you can drown yourself for hours. Giving you a another doze of pinch of his blood would help you lessen the pain you'll felt ~ he thought as he carefully position you on top of his trobbing dick.

With your sweet folds leaking it's nectar on top of of his tip cause his reasoning to be thrown out in a will and sithout warning push all of his inside of you.

"agh...hmm.." you groan against the kiss. You jolted and clinch into the foreign intruder inside of you causing him to whimper enjoying the tight walls against him. You felt no pain but only never ending pleasure~

"ah...ha..." You try to catch you breath as you lean away from the kiss but he start to move, while holding your hips in place.

"Ahh~ your inside is warm!" He groan against you as cannot get over the pleasure his feeling, his feeding on.

"Agh... Y-your too fast..." You grumble as you felt being thrown in the edge in each thrust. You squirm and clinch on him each time he hit that certain area inside of you.

"Ha... ahh... m- Mine... A-all mine...!!" He can't seems to hear you as he succumb to the bless he refused himself for uncountable years.

His keep tip hitting you so deep within you, he could felt his own dick over your stomach ~ he can't help but reach out his hand to press the very area that is bulging cause of his size.

"m-my (n-name) is ....hmm...t-taking all of me~" he can't help but felt proud of his precious human~

"w-wha..." You don't know what his doing but your already fucked out of your mind to ask sane question. The incubus blood doesn't help nor that dumb glowing mark does!

"hmmm... Agh... Ah!" you suddenly scream when your cervix seems to nom his tip. "W-what was that?!" You grumble as you held your stomach to only felt his size creating a bulge inside of you. "Agh...ah...ha..." You moan against his ears.

"Ah... I-i can't...." He felt infinite bless at his own action that cause him to stay still and moan like a banshee with his wings turn invisible earlier to erect and shield the two of you. He felt so full yet he don't want to stop. He wish to never stop.

"Ah... I cannot let go of such carnal desire I have felt..." He surrender to his nature as well let go of his first ejaculation of the night.

"Agh..." You moan as you cum along side him. You look at him who don't seems to be tried even a bit as he switch the position you two have. Now your laying on your back on the bed with your legs press down on you.

"O-oho... W-were not done y-yet?" Your eyes flatter with grin that seems to challenge him.

You would have question if he only last one round, being a incubus in all. You catch your breath as you the two of you continue to stay connected and he don't seems to desire to end such connection anytime soon either.

"No~ 💕 " he says with a grin that show his sharp teeth, you never realize how seggsy it is, till that very moment.

He lean in for another kiss as he continue to trust into you. Makings sure all those who lust for you would know your taken!

...

"*hic..." You look at incubus who's arms is securing you in his hold while sobbing over your shoulder. "Bruh... what's wrong with you?" You question what up with this incubus now. He look like his the one that been taken advantage Of here!

"D-do you h-hate m-me..." He weep. He think his action is against human moral standard and thag technically his a hypocrite for warning you before about people like him.

You look at him dumbfounded. Before you laugh but to only whimper when you move too much. The noticable bulge in your stomach and the fact he shamelessly won't remove his dick in you, doesn't help!

"ah~ (name) your clinching around me~" he moan as he hug you closer. "The get off me then." You grumble as you reach out to pinch his nipples causing his dick to throb inside you. "Your one Hornie slut." You clicked your tongue as you realize he still don't get his fill after the nth round that you don't realize that it's already late in the afternoon.

"I don't hate you." You mumble as you try to take series at this matter. "I dislike how you particularly run away from me. You fucking bastard and coward would rather watch than fuck me from the very beginning." You somehow remember the very first meeting you two have in very first life you live in this world.

You saw memories of someone saving you and discover that his your soul mate by a single touch, he run away like little coward he is.

You question if he dislike you or that there something wrong with you for him to do that, having a lonely depressing life of thinking your been rejected by who is made for you. Such emotions carried over your next life to the present life.

You thought that you'll be single again and ignored all the attempt of anyone because they aren't your soul mate and your not that Lost to throw yourself to others cause of emotion.

This little incubus did put such mentality in your mind since young when he appear to claim to be your imaginary friend like always and teaching you that you shouldn't fuck anyone, you don't felt attach too.

"ahmmm...." He moan instead of responding. "Y-yes-- I'm a coward... " He admitted. "P-please p-punish meee~" he look at you lost in his lust.

"ha... Your so good~ ahh~ so deep.... This is mine! Your mine!" You pulled his messy braid as you lay your claim.

"Y-yez... Agh.... I-im yours...." He mewl in agreement. He felt his cock throb each possissive claims you say over him.

Oh how he love the feeling of you being obsessed over him like he is too you~

He cannot help but want to ravish or be ravish by you!

It makes him think all his efforts to make sure all those pest that surrounded you before to be thrown off to the hands of their own demise to erase such thoughts they have with you~ since they won't like you anymore if they have their own soul mates beside them ~

"--your my dildo now~ toys don't speak~" you whisper to his ears causing goosebumps and chills which cause him to look at you in adoration. Your more of demon of lust than he is! He so proud of you~

"tell me this... Do human turn to succubus/incubus if they are fucked out of their mind and to only live to be fucked?" You ask him a very specific questions which leads him to question the possibility of such thing. Ah~ if you'll end up someone like him~ it mean you two won't be of two different kind anymore ~~

"seeing that gaze of yours ... Shall we find out together?" You chuckle as you and him slowly drown to carnal desire of lust.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #mayoi ayase x reader #mayoi ayase #mayoi ayase smut #enstar #enstar smut #mayoi Ayase x reader smut

[thyandrawrites]

You mentioned being Italian, how did you learn to speak or at least write English so well? Your Japanese translations are also pretty good too! I want learn Italian so what would you recommend that would help learn to read and write another language?

Thank you!

The genuine answer? Fandoms. Really. I've been studying languages for most of my life (english since elementary school, french in middle and high school, german since hs and japanese since college) but so far I've only gotten truly fluent in the only language I didn't just approach from a textbook learning angle. My fluency probably also comes from speaking english the longest, but what really improved my proficiency was consuming and engaging with my passions in my target language. Something that I struggle a lot with is staying motivated in the long run. I tend to run out of steam after a while, and I lose all the progress I made. But fandoms feed on my passions, so engaging with them helps me find the motivation to keep going, while also making it less like a chore that needs to be taken care of.

I was a B1 until I graduated high school, but then I started reading copius amounts of fanfic and meta in english, and began writing my own. Reading taught me a lot of common new words I had never encountered before in my textbooks, as well as several idioms, and the longer I kept at it, the more stuff I assimilated into my vocabulary. I spent a couple of years just reading ff, not thinking I had it in me to truly begin writing in my second language, but then it sort of... Just happened. I got a fic idea late at night and wrote a 6k oneshot in one sitting during an all nighter. The fact that I was tired and inspired probably lowered my remaining inhibitions and temporarily muted that part of my brain that was self-conscious. But suddenly, english didn't seem so scary anymore. When I reread what I wrote the next day, after getting some sleep, it wasn't as agrammatical and terrible as I had feared, and that motivated me to keep doing it. I find that a lot of the time what stops us from improving is the fear of making a fool of ourselves. I also didn't comment on fanfic for years in fear of outing myself, and on the rare occasions I did, I always prefaced my comments with an apology for my english. But when you finally get in the mindframe that people don't really care about any mistakes you might make, it was really liberating. Honestly, just have fun! Who cares! Native speakers make tons of mistakes too! I can see that so clearly now.

This was around the time I got into Tokyo Ghoul meta and timidly approached my first analyses. Meta is fairly different from creative writing, but it also helped me improve because it taught me essay writing better than my english teacher marking my mistakes in angry red. When you're trying to explain a concept so that others understand it, rather than just to get a passing grade, you will attempt to break it down into easier concepts and pace it better, instead of just paying attention to SPaG. This also had the side effect of teaching me how to better sort my thoughts and get them across clearly, which has always been a struggle for me in spoken conversations. My thoughts tend to be messy, and I trip over my words a lot (in my native language too), but thinking about going from point a to point b like I'm writing an essay helps me a lot, personally.

The last step was joining a discord server in 2019. I can't stress enough how language is constantly evolving, and how slang and everyday language isn't something you can passively learn from textbooks or online courses. Those are only good as the foundation of your skills. They teach you the grammar and the basic vocabulary, but then you have to engage with real people, you know? I've always struggled to hold a conversation because I'm socially awkward, but discord is useful to me because it is a group chat, so there is less pressure on my end to keep a conversation going. Interacting with people from all over the world taught me to be less self-conscious about my skills, and meeting people of different age ranges taught me a variety of slang expressions to pass for a not-boomer myself, at least at first glance :'D

Moral of the story, do follow courses and use textbooks (those are important!), but also keep in mind those are not the be-all end-all of language proficiency, like school and academia tries so hard to teach you. If you find yourself hitting a wall and not getting any better anymore, take it as a sign your grammar is good enough to take the next step in your journey. So then, try to think of something you have fun doing. A hobby of yours. And then think of ways you can engage with it in your target language.

I had different phases in my life where I explored various things thay way. I got obsessed with a band in middle school and started watching and rewatching the videos they posted online, trying to understand everything they said. This improved my listening skills considerably. Years later I got really into WoW and I learned vocab by playing it and by looking for tutorials online. If you read a lot, consider looking for titles in that language you want to learn. Stuff like this. Listening to music, watching movies or tv series with subtitles (esp if the subtitles are in your target language too). All this stuff helps a lot! And the added plus is that for however challenging it might be at first, you'll stay motivated because it relates to something you already enjoy

#Fun fact I'm trying to apply my own advice to my german skills #And reading fanfic in german #It's been an interesting experience so far #And I can confirm it is helpful bc my vocab is much wider than it was two months ago #Tho depending on your skill level when you start out reading might be fairly challenging #So maybe try the other things first #Or reread something you've already read in your native language #Ali replies #Languages #Sorry if I got really rambley. I'm just a bit of a nerd about languages and I got excited

[readingandwritingandreading]

Long Time Coming ~ Part 5

My Blurb: Happy Tuesday! Man I am so glad I can write again. Hopefully I don’t hit another slump!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. You own nothing, I don’t give anyone permission to post this anywhere.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes X OFC Omega Carina Rivera

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, This chapter gets a little spicy

Tagging: @snarkandsarcasmftw​​  @pioched​​​  @littlemissthistle​​

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The hand not palming her breast slid between her soaked folds causing Carina to moan at the touch. One finger slid inside her, just a little further and it would be right where she needed it. Carina groaned in frustration. Her own fingers couldn’t do the job, she wanted Bucky’s hands on her, fantasizing had stopped working after the third day and now she was cranky. 

“It’s not like he wants me anyway, just dumped me in here and ran.” She grumbled to herself, flopping over onto her stomach. 

He cares about you and wants your first time with an alpha, with him, to be special. The reasonable part of her brain protested.

Hitting the bed in frustration, she sat up and headed towards the small fridge to down a bottle of water. The sight of little containers of fruit made her stomach grumble and she realized she hadn’t done a good job of feeding herself. She was relieved to feel something other than the constant want and cramping though, giving her hope that the heat would pass soon. The fact that she was thinking this clearly was probably a good sign. Sighing, she grabbed a container and went to watch a random movie on tv. 

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“Buck you gotta shower at least. You’ve been in this hallway for five days.” Steve approached, carrying some food for Bucky to where he had taken up guard duty outside your temporary room. 

“I can’t leave her, I told her I would be here when she comes out.” Bucky rose and took the tray from Steve. Despite them being state of the art, Bucky didn’t trust the doors to keep you safe should a determined alpha try to get to you. That was his job. Hopefully she would still think it was his job. The heartbroken look on her face as the door had closed had haunted him. He did the right thing, Wanda said he had, she wasn’t ready. Then why did he feel like he had made a huge mistake. 

“She’s going to understand Buck,” Steve continued, correctly interpreting the look on his friend's face. “You two are meant to be or something. If you want I can stand guard while you shower and change clothes. You don’t want this to be the sight that greets her.” 

“Dr. Cho said her levels are coming down, she should be ready to come out by morning.” Wanda added, appearing in the hallway behind Steve. “I can stay here also.”

After another moment of thought Bucky nodded his head and took off running towards the elevator.

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Dr. Cho arrived to visit Carina the next morning, checking her vitals and tsking at her for not eating. “The real question is whether you want to continue on the suppressants, I know you and Bucky were…” she trailed off with a wave of her hand. 

Carina blushed and bit her lip. She had given this some thought but she knew she wanted some time in her own space to really think everything over. “Can I go off the suppressants but stay on birth control? I don’t think I’m ready to go quite that far.” 

Turning to the bag she had brought with her Dr. Cho pulled out a needle. “Of course, one injection every three months and you should be good to go.”

Wanda arrived as Dr. Cho was preparing to leave. “Bucky was waiting outside, he’s been there since we shut the door, except when Steve forced him to shower but they were called away on an important Hydra mission that Fury needed him for…” she trailed off, not sure how her friend would take the news.

Carina looked shocked, “He waited outside the whole time?” Biting her lip when Wanda nodded to confirm. “I…can you help me with something?” 

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Bucky slammed his fist into the punching bag hard enough to send it flying across the room to join the others. “I think that’s enough for today, we gotta get ready.” Steve’s hand on his shoulder only calmed Bucky a little. “She’s going to be there, Pepper confirmed it, you can talk and sort this whole thing out.” 

“I told her I would be there and I wasn’t there, after shoving her into a containment room when she started her first heat in over a year. She’s probably halfway across the country by now.” Bucky sat down hard on the bench, taking a drink of the water beside him. “She hasn’t answered her phone, her door, I haven’t seen her in the office Steve. She’s gone.” 

“Wanda said she just needed some time to sort stuff out, you two have something Buck, she’s not running away from that. Go take a shower, put on the suit Tony picked out for us and be prepared to grovel if needed. Plus if you don’t go, Brock will see that as his opening.” Steve added with a shrug, laughing to himself when Bucky shot up and headed to the door.”

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“Are you sure about this? I haven’t spoken to him in over a week. He’s probably moving on.” Carina smoothed down the dress for the hundredth time as she turned to catch her reflection in the elevator door. Pepper had informed her that Tony was having a publicity event for The Avengers and that she was more than welcome to come but understood if she needed more time to recover. After dwelling on it Carina had decided to enlist Wanda’s help, she wanted Bucky and she wanted to make sure he wanted her too. They had found a pale pink one shoulder gown with a slit up her leg high enough to make her blush. She left her hair down and added a simple chain necklace that matched the silver in her heels. 

“Sweetie, he’s going to lose his mind when he sees you. You look beautiful.” Wanda smiled, holding her hand as the elevator doors opened and they entered the party. 

She was shocked at the amount of people milling around, some danced while a band played, others stood near the bar waiting for drinks, Tony and Steve were already surrounded by photographers and reporters. Wanda was pulled away by her brother but gave her hand a squeeze of encouragement.

Taking a deep breath she began looking for Bucky. 

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“Dude…” Sam’s abrupt statement and tap on his arm pulled Bucky away from staring at the glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched. He turned to follow Sam’s gaze and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Carina walking towards them. 

The dress flowed around her, a flash of leg showing with every step. She stopped in front of him, smiling at Sam before turning her attention to him. “Hi Bucky.”

“H…Hi Baby…Carina. You look beautiful” Bucky stuttered and she giggled when Sam full on laughed. Bucky shoved his glass at him before grabbing her hand. “Can we go talk somewhere?”

“I would love to dance…” she suggested, allowing him to lead her away from Sam towards the dance floor.

He pulled her close with his metal arm around her waist, holding her other hand tight to his chest. Her heels make her tall enough to lean her forehead against his cheek, letting her body relax into the safety of his arms. There is a moment of silence while Bucky presses his nose to her hair, breathing in the homey smell that surrounds her. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there Carina, I wanted to be…” She cut him off with a shake of her head as she lifted her eyes to his. 

“You have nothing to apologize for, I actually wanted to say thank you. You knew I hadn’t been with an alpha before…” she trailed off, taking a deep breath. “Thank you for not taking advantage and keeping me safe.” 

“Keeping you safe is my new life’s mission, I still want to be your Alpha, if you’ll have me.” Bucky whispered. 

“I want that more than anything.” Carina replied. Bucky’s smile was blinding when he leaned down to kiss her. 

“Sorry to break this up. Avengers needed for some photos.” Tony appeared beside them causing Carina to jump.

“Fuck off Stark” Bucky growled. Carina patted him on the shoulder when a phone ringing caused Bucky and Tony to look at her with confusion. “Where is that coming from?”

Carina blushed before pulling the slit in her dress aside and grabbing her phone from the lace garter she was wearing. “Sorry, I have to take this, go take your pictures, I’ll find you after.” she nodded at Bucky before answering her phone and heading away from the crowd. 

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“Thank you for calling back Mrs. Zimmerman, Pepper will be thrilled to know you are willing to loan us your expertise. I will send over the papers on Monday morning. Have a great night.” Carina hung up her phone and did a little dance. 

“There you are, wasn’t sure if I was going to get you away from Barnes.” Carina turned and saw Brock leaning against the wall watching her. She took a step back when he pushed off the wall and stalked towards her. “Haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good you smelled last week.” Her back hit the wall at the same time she realized he had blocked off the only escape route. “Don’t worry buttercup, we’re all alone.”

#micole writes things now #long time coming #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x ofc #alpha!bucky #alpha!bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #mcu fic

[scp-10000]

Massive Au

Yes, here I am again using this as my daily writing, and flexing my creative muscles on a fandom au instead of actually writing my own danmed book.  Oh well.

This is my Hermitcract, Empires, Truly Bedrock, Evo, 3rd/Last Life, Afterlife au that formed after I watched Gem’s Afterlife Sereis; Everyone has 1 life and 1 origin.  

-Since I ended on Martyn last post, let’s start with Netty.  She’s a bush baby standing about 2 and a half feet tall(or shorter than the 1 full block/meter I give to woodland creatures like the trash pandas) who nursed Martyn back to health in her treetop home when he first arived.  She also fought off Ly when Zlonathan sent her to go see what’s up with the new stranger who fell from the sky.  Netty made Ly to back off with her longsword skills.  

-Big B, Ren, and Shubble are dogs.  Not wolves, domestic dogs.  Or more like half feral dogs.  They don’t really need to live by villager civilizations, but it is easier.  It’s also easier to build a house over the existing village and put a window and a couch by the front door just for all 3 of them to bark at visitors.  There was also that one time Zloy corrupted them and made them netherhounds, dogs who can breath fire and cast horrable spells on prey.  Luckally Martyn kicked Zloy’s ass for that one and lifted uncorrupted them.

-Joey’s a reaper.  He was a regular villager before he died, but when he did a reaper gave Joey his job and screwed off to an afterlife not even Joey knows about.  Joey guides dead things to the afterlife they go to, and he does a decent job at it.  One thing he doesn’t enjoy about the job is seeing the ocasional undead thing crop up.

-There are two branches of Mentalist, those with powers like telekenesis, hypnosis, and mind reading, and those with the ability to physically absorb knowledge and beam it directly into peoples’ brains.  Hypno is the former, and Joe is the latter.  Hypno has no problem using his telekenesis and hypnosis to mess with people(ask xB, Keralis, or Jevin), but he’ll usually stay out of people’s minds.  The only exceptions he made were with Joe, who he later tried to force to sleep cause Joe hasn’t slept in days, and both the dragon gods, which caused a mental overload that Joe had to drain out.  Remember when I said Hypno tried to get Joe to sleep?  That didn’t work because on the simple factor Hypno’s branch of Mentalist can only use their mind reading powers on Joe’s branch.  Hypno’s self care telekenesis and hypnosis did not work on Joe.  However, they did work on Joey.  You see, Joe knows a way to avoid death that doesn’t involve becoming undead, and Joey’d kill to keep that secret.  Joe’s not decide what he wants to do with it, but one day he died.  Joey was this close to reaping him when Hypno came in and begged hypnotised Joey into not taking Joe.  And it worked.  Joey walked away, and when he was far enough Joe came back to life, and he was not able to be harvested that day.

-Since Hypno’s hypnosis is based both on looking him in the eyes and hearing his comands, it might not work so well on Jimmy.  Jimmy is a Warden who paints eyes on where eyes should be in an attempt to not scare people.  When Warden Jimmy was young, he lived in a cave closer to the surface.  One day while was playing he found the surface.  The young Warden tottled around experiencing the new sounds when he found an group of people who got scared of him and chased him deep into a cave...with an ancient city...where like 5 Wardens lived.  Needless to say the mob was slaughtered, and their life force was used to feed young Jimmy before he burrowed with the rest of his kind.  Wardens are incredible parents who regularly leave the cave to hunt for their children, pretty much always play with them, and will fight to the death for their young, and we’re talking the death of a creature that’s really hard to kill.  When Jimmy left his parents to find a habitat of his own, he met the Scott and friends and did not get a fraction of the respect his parents showered on him.

This next section is for nether creaturs who are now living on the overworld due to a massive ongoing disaster.  I want yall to guess what that disaster could be before I tell you about it.

-Silent was a piglin wandering the nether gathering gold.  Not once in his life would he have ever considered walking through a nether portal into the strange cold world.  However, the disaster showed up and he had to choose between death and the portal.  He went through the portal, and supprise it also had death.  He died and became a zombie piglin wandering around Zloy’s redstone basement.  Zloy just let him live there, and in about a week he understood redstone and made his first noise machine just to annoy Zloy.  Zloy wasn’t sure weather to be proud or annoyed.

-Joel and Tango are Blazeborn who both hate rain and half wisdom as a dump stat.  They also spooked each other one dark night in the woods and caused a massive forest fire, but that’s another story.  I would also be lying if I say “aside from that they’d be upstanding citizens”.  Tango will absolutely prank the hels out of people for messing with him, and Joel will mess with people just cause.  Despite the water, the overworld is more welcoming than the nether with the disaster still going on.  Tango discovered redstone and was left to his own devices, and Joel married Lizzy and swore he would help her take her thrown as the true trash panda ruler.

-Impy is a strange creature.  He’s an Impmallow, a little nether imp shaped like a squishmallow, and no one understans how he flutters around on his little wings.  He even looks adorable when he’s mad, with his little pout, stamping his little feet and waggling his little scorpion tail.  The only scary thing about him are the noises he makes.  Impy can mimic any noise he ever hears and makes custom noises a lot.  It’s almost like the little guy has a Goxlr in his throat.  Honestly, even without the disaster going on, he’d have a hard time living in the general nether cause of how many other things that would attack him for being small and cute, so living in the overworld is great for him.  It’s also funny watching them freak out whenever he sneaks up on them and makes weird noises.

Did you guess the nether disaster yet?  Well if you haven’t I’m gonna tell you.

-The nether disaster’s name is Xisumavoid.  X is a normal dude in the overworld, but his origin is based off The Doom Slayer.  He loves tea, curry, music, and having conversations, and he would not attack unprovoked in the overworld.  In the nether if you’re a nether mob or your origin is one, it’s on sight.  He will try and kill you.  He’s even been seen going after striders and impmallows, so being passive is not going to help.  He also regains health, armor durability, weapon durablity, and/or ammo after each kill, so there’s that.  

#3rd life smp #Minecraft Evolution #hermitcraft #empires smp #truly bedrock #nettyplays #bigbst4tz2 #rendog #shubble #joey graceffa #hypnotizd #joe hills #jimmy solidarity #silent whisperer #smallishbeans #tangotek #impulseSV #xisuma

[criticinlove]

So curious about how micro Halloween trends form.

For instance, a number of people on my feeds (celebrity and non), have dressed up as Marge Simpson and Strawberry Shortcake this year, two characters who have been pretty absent from the zeitgeist for a long time. Of course, other trends are more traceable: the Nicole Kidman AMC commercial gained unexpected momentum but make sense: it is relatively easy, relatively recognizable, relatively funny, and the sex appeal knob can be turned up or down. Most obvious of all, the commercial in question debuted this year and provoked enough what-the-fuck laughter that I still enjoy every time I watch it. Hence, Nicole costume. I don't expect to see many next year.

But Marge and Strawberry, why?

I haven't seen Strawberry Shortcake in years and years. She is cute enough to be appealing to dress up as, but seems a little niche to have inspired so many this Halloween. And there is no clear cultural impetus to spontaneously inspire unrelated people I follow online. Did so many people have a strong attachment to her this whole time?

Puzzlingly, I myself thought about Marge and was deterred when I couldn't find a good enough costume version before Halloween. Mysteriously, I can't remember or think of anything that would have planted this seed. I recently read Broti Gupta's Grub Street Diet (a treat, by the way), and she mentions her work writing for the Simpsons, but that's all I can think of. I have long loved Marge (I assume we all have). But this is insufficient to explain why, now? Why Lizzo? And Cardi B?

What makes this all interesting to me, I think, is that the work of preparing for Halloween is almost entirely hidden. In my experience, it may come up as a conversation point in the week coming up to the holiday but very few would publicize their preparation, until: the social media explosion of dress up, which is always awful to watch and yet impossible to put away for me. So it is naturally surprising to see what the people I barely know choose, and even more surprising when micro trends develop, because the pathway for them to develop is so unclear. Everyone announces their decision for the year virtually at the same time via post, so trends don't really have the potential to build, and none last from year to year. Besides listicles, inspiration seems to be sourced from one's own circle of influence (cultural and interpersonal). So how are people arriving at the same inexplicable conclusions?

[silverskye13]

Hello I am, going to be ranting about things that don't matter to add my thoughts to a conversation I have no part in, but I read a lot so I have thoughts.

I'm fresh off MattPat's latest Game Theory video talking about how video games might be changing [and ruining] their stories because theorists post their thoughts online. This is an old conversation that has at this point affected every major industry, but got really big when Marvel Movies started getting touchy about spoilers. That is: the idea that because someone has put the clues together in your plot, you MUST change your plot, so you can be surprising. Shock factor in a story is more important than story integrity. And whenever this conversation comes up, almost every time passionate fans say a story suffers when you randomly change the plot. This seems like a no-brainer to me, and whenever I hear a studio has made a bunch of changes to their product in order to shock their audience, my conclusion always ends up being, "Wow, these people have never consumed a good thriller, have they?"

If you've followed my blog for any substantial amount of time, you'll know I love horror. I don't write it... Ever. But if you troll through my liveblogging tags, you'll notice all the books I've read and reviewed and commentated on, barring maybe one, was a horror book. One of my favorite things to do is to sink my teeth into horror and absolutely rip it apart. Did it scare me? Did it compel me? Was it good? Why? My favorite subgenre in the horror category is - well it's ghost stories. But actually, it's thrillers. I love thrillers. I love being given an average joe idiot family, throwing them in a spooky house, setting a killer loose on the premises, and then playing the "oh god, who's the bad guy" game. It's a very fun game that you can really play with thriller books, in my opinion? Because in thriller movies, generally the killer is plastered all over the trailer. But books get ambiguous names like "Ten" with a knife on the front. Love it.

Speaking of Ten, Ten is my favorite thriller. At the same time I was reading Ten, I was also reading another thriller, which I'm going to call "Karen", because I can't actually remember the book title. Karen in my least favorite thriller I've ever read, and a great case story on how not to write a thriller.

Karen started out doing everything right. We had a killer/kidnapper. We have a kidnapped kid. We have a mother who we know is going to be the next victim. We have a house that's being broken into and her children being stalked. The thrill is whether Karen figures out who is trying to kill her and take her kids, and if she can stop them before The Bad Shit happens. It was incredibly compelling. I was engaged with every little crumb and clue the author was feeding me. And I had a really good case for who the killer was and why. This was incredibly exciting for me, because this was the first time I was so immersed in a thriller that I was actively trying to figure out what would happen next -- and I was actually succeeding in figuring it out! All the plot points were adding up. Everything was falling satisfyingly in place! Soon I would figure out how Karen would stop the bad guy! And then, three chapters from the end, the author introduces us to a new character. This is a character we would have no idea ever existed, unless we were in this character's POV. She was completely unknown to Karen, and thus needed her own chapter to explain who she was and why she existed. It was then that the author explains, in an incredibly straightforward and self-aggrandizing monologue, that Karen is stupid for thinking she'd figured out who the bad guy was. And you, dear reader, are stupid by extension. The person stalking Karen's kids? The person breaking into Karen's house? The person harassing Karen and making her feel scared and paranoid and driving the plot towards it's conclusion? Was not the bad guy we had been introduced to in the opening scene and had been lead to believe was the bad guy this whole time. Well, that evil man does exist and is out doing evil somewhere. But he's not the one bothering Karen. This girl who we've never met up until this point is. This girl has no reason to hate Karen. She just does. This girl has no reason to hurt Karen's kids. She just wanted to scare them. And it is this character who we had no reason to believe even existed, who kills the main bad guy and vanishes into the night. Karen thinks she's solved her problems, but really she hasn't. This random character did all the hard work, and all the terrorizing. Karen will never know. But you, reader, do.

I was devastated when I read that chapter. Absolutely gutted. This author had given me a bunch of random puzzle pieces in the shape of a horse, and gave me a reference picture that had a horse on it, and grinned smugly when I didn't realize the puzzle was supposed to make a dog. It was such a bad read, and such a bad chapter, I didn't even finish the remaining two chapters of the book. Those chapters no longer mattered. They were to a story that no longer existed. That is a bad thriller. And it's a story format I have run into a lot with thriller and horror, and it kills me every time. Thriller, horror, and mystery novels even, are a very smart, commentative story format when used well. They don't have to be, but they can! And they thrive best when all the clues the author lays out for you actually add up. In fact, that is the sole reason people read mystery books. For thriller, it's an added bonus, and it adds to the horror. Nothing is scarier than figuring out who the bad guy is, and being unable to tell your main character you're incredibly attached to!! Watching someone walk straight to their demise because they don't know any better is a gripping experience! Or a very vindictive experience, if you happen to hate the character. But regardless, the emotional engagement on that kind of story is incredibly powerful. When a writer builds that connection, forces your emotional engagement, and then shames you for thinking you've figured it out? It punishes the reader for being engaged.

So I've told you about Karen. Now I'm going to cycle back to Ten. Ten was a very good, very successful thriller, and it was one that I had no reason to be invested in. It set me up with an annoying main cast, a submissive main character set to damsel in distress her way to the final chapter, and a love interest I could care less for. But it gave me one good hook. In the opening scene, the two best friend characters are talking.

Girl one says, "Look! There will be cute boys at this party! Why don't you go after him?"

Girl two rolls her eyes and answers snobbishly, "I can't date him. He's fake. Did you see his eyebrows? They're black, but his hair is blonde. He dyed his hair before he came here."

That boy is the killer. That is the first hint that something is wrong. And it was buried incredibly well. The author gave us a snobby character who of course would care about something stupid like that. The author reinforced that character as a bad informant, making her mean to the POV character, making our POV character make excuses for her. "normally she's nicer." Yeah yeah, we know how the submissive main character is supposed to act around her bossy best friend. But as it turns out, her best friend has been off her meds - so of course she's meaner than normal. Her medication helps her control her mood swings. I'm not doing this information justice, but suffice it to say the author gave the audience every clue to who the killer was. And gave us a competent [if easily dismissed] character to read the clues through. Anyone looking for that information and tracking where it was going would figure out who the killer was. I, personally, was blindsided. All the clues were put places where they were easily dismissed, with characters who were easy to hate or ignore. It wasn't until the antagonist revealed himself and his motives that everything clicked into place. And the story was incredibly satisfying, and even knowing how it ended, I reread it again and again. Suddenly all those tiny stupid clues meant the world. I could revel in the fact that I could see it coming. That was an excellent thriller.

Now, all that to say this: I'm not a game designer. I don't write movie or tv show scripts. I am a somewhat functional fic writer who sometimes talks too much on the internet. I love good stories. And I'm intelligent enough to break down for myself why I think stories work. Shock value is nice. Not being able to see a twist coming is cool. But only if that twist makes sense. If you blindside your audience with information they had no way of knowing, that isn't fun, and the thrill is ultimately pretty cheap. It will get you once, but never again. There is no build, nothing to savor or enjoy. And there is no additional tension. Shock is instant gratification. It is everything leading up to the shock that is memorable. In a well written, well integrated thriller, what is mystery on the first read is horror on the second, because you know what's coming. You see every invisible moment of peril you weren't previously privy to. And victories are sweeter when you can grasp the full scope of what the characters are up against. And yeah, it sucks to feel predictable. It sucks to feel like someone out there was smarter than you, because they figured out your clever secret before you wanted them to. But the story isn't about you, the author. The story is, well, it's about the story. And if it's a bad story? No one will read it.

#the barking writer #rant #im just saying people knew by chapter 10 Ammy was going to die #people still cried when she did #that was a big teaching moment for me #it really doesnt matter if your audience is smart enough to figure it out #it matters if what they figure out makes sense and stands on its own two feet #long post

[fluffomatic]

The Cure for Nightmares

Was able to clear my head enough to write a quick fic to feed my current obsession. Suprising what you can think up at unreasonable hours! Plus, lee!Sal is enough to help me ignore the pain I'm in 😅 Hope yall enjoy!

Fandom: Sally Face

Characters: Sal and Larry (mention of Lisa and Henry)

Relationships: Larry and Sal (strictly platonic!!!) Henry x Lisa (very very brief mention)

Word Count: 1,763

Summary: Larry's night is interrupted when Sal comes to him for help. Luckily, Larry has the perfect solution!

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If u don't like that please don't read. Thanks!

Larry dips his brush into the paint next to him, moving it to the canvas and adding the last couple of strokes to his painting. As he finished he sets the brush down and claps. "You've done it again Larry." He sighs, admiring his own work. He stretches in his seat, letting out a huge yawn. He pulls his phone out to check the time.

"2:29 AM"

"Oh shit. Must've lost track of time." He slowly stands up, letting the blood rush back into his tingly legs. Man how long has he been sitting there now? At least a couple hours he thinks. He throws on a tee and some comfy shorts, shuts off the light and dramatically flops into his bed. His eyes just flutter closed when he heard it. It was soft, very very soft. If his room wasn't as quiet as it was he doubts he would've heard it. A knock. Then another soft knock. He assumed whoever it was didn't know if they were sure of their decision. Nevertheless he stands up and walks to the door. As he creaks it open he sees the cause of the noise. A small figure turning and beginning to walk away.

"Sally? Bro what's going on? Where're ya going?" He places a hand on Sal's shoulder to stop him, causing the latter to flinch. "S-Sorry Larry...I....didn't mean to wake you up." "Dude I wasn't even asleep yet. What are you doing u- oh. Was it another nightmare?" He pulls Sal a little closer and turns him so they're facing each other, thats when he noticed. Sal isn't wearing his prosthetic or his glass eye. It was clear he was in a rush to get down here. "Must've been a bad one..." Larry whispers to himself. "Come on bro. Let's talk." He pulls the younger boy into his room and shuts the door. He signals Sal to sit on his bed. As he does Larry quickly fills the empty spot next to him.

"You look terrible man. Talk to me." Larry places a comforting hand on Sals shoulder, then is shocked when the poor kid bursts into tears. Sal quickly starts wiping his face to stop them but they won't stop coming, only making him cry harder. At first Larry could only watch, Sal rarely broke down in front of him, and when he did it was never this bad. Fuck that nightmare must have really gotten to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts, he had a much bigger task at hand now. Larry gently pulls Sal into his chest, wrapping his arms around his tiny, shaking frame. Sal tenses for a brief moment before he quickly throws his arms around Larry, sobbing heavily into his chest. "It's alright man it's okay. You're safe now I'm here. I've got you lil bro." Larry coos comforts softly into Sal's ear, running his hand up and down his back. "M-M-My fault- I-It wa was my hnngh I-I" he sobs, voice coming out in squeaky hiccups. "No. No dude it wasn't. It wasn't your fault dude I promise. You're okay. You're okay." Larry begins to rock the small boy back and forth, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. The two stay like this for what feels like an hour, Sal's sobbing slowly quieting down into soft hiccups until eventually he slowly pulls away.

"You okay man. How're feeling?" Larry quickly asks, a slight worried tone to his voice. "I....I don't...I feel b-bad but...better." Sal wipes his eye. "Fuck I'm s-so sorry dude I....I know I should've dealt w-with this but I couldn't c-calm down I just w-wanted to see y-you. Fuck I feel like a damn kid" Larry grabs him by the shoulder, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "No. Don't be sorry. You know I'm always here for you dude. There's no way I'm gonna let you deal with this shit on your own. Capeesh?" Sal can't help but smile, another tear falling down his face. "C-Capeesh." He chuckles and wipes the traitor away. "I should probably let you get back to bed. I don't want to wake up Lisa." Larry scoffs "Nah dude I'm not letting you out of my sight! Plus, moms out right now. Remember she went out for dinner with your dad last night? Pretty sure she's still with 'im." Sal fakes a gag. "Eww don't remind me." He giggles and gently slaps Larry's leg. The taller boy let's out a dramatic gasp "How rude Sally Face! And to think I was gonna give you the perfect cure for your nightmares." Sal tilts his head in confusion. "Cure? What on earth are you talking about?" Larry lets out a small snicker. "Well you're lucky I love you so much bro. I'll let you in on this little secret. Some say there's an ancient ritual, one that, if it's preformed correctly, will wash away all bad thoughts!" Sal looks at his brother with skepticism. "Yeaaah right dude. And what is this 'ritual?'" Sal asks, using finger quotes as he says ritual. Larry smirks, placing a hand on Sals arm. "Wanna try? I'm positive it'll help you." Sal shrugs "Sure dude. What do I've got to lOSE!" Sal gasps as he's forcefully pulled over next to Larry, back softly hitting his mattress.

"Gah L-Larry! A little warning next...w-what are you doing?" Sal watches as Larry sits on top of his legs. "I'm starting the ritual! I can't have you squirming away? If its interrupted I'll have to start all over! Now. Let me just." He reaches up to the hem of Sals soft pajama shirt and pulls it up, revealing his tummy. Sal's face begins to heat up as Larry places a hand on his shaking stomach. "L-Larry...what are you gonna d-do?" Larry doesn't answer, he just smiles down at his brother and snickers. "Don't move." He begins to softly trace around Sal's belly, the touches causing the boy to gasp and cover his mouth. "N-Nohoho Larryyyy!" He tries his best to keep the giggles down but fuck does it tickle! Larry's soft touches driving his nerves crazy. Larry continued to trace around his belly and sides softly as he spoke to him. "Now dude the ritual won't work if you don't laugh." With that his tracing finger turned into a claw that skitters and scratched around his sensitive midsection. That earned a squeak out of him, hand flying down to grab at the torturous hand. "L-Laahahaharry stop iihihihiit!! Aahaha not thaahahahat!" Sal couldn't help the frantic flow of giggles pouring put of his mouth, his whole body shaking at even the softest touch. Larry grabs the hand trying to stop him. "Now now. Don't want me to have to start over. Just relaaaaax~ We only just started dude." Larry pulls his hand to the side and uses his other to move up to Sals ribs. Now that got a reaction!

"Aaaaaahahahahahaaa! L-Larry no! Nohohoho no no not there!!! Aaahahahahaa staahahahap stahhahap!! Fuck it tickles maahahahan!!" The ticklish boy underneath Larry began to squirm, arching his body away from that damn claw, but it quickly followed him, latching back on and continuing to scratch in between his sensitive ribs. Sals other hand shakily remained at his face, trying to cover his embarrassment from Larry. Much to his dismay, however, Larry had another idea. "Dude you can't keep messing up the ritual like this. Covering your face?? That's a big no!" Larry pulls the hand he's already got up and grabs the hand at Sal's face. Now with both his arms above his head Larry decides it's time to destroy him. He pushes his hand up under Sal's shirt and tickles up to his pit and back down to his ribs. Sal let out a shriek and bucks "AAAHAHAAA!! LARREEHEHEHEHEEE LARRY PLEASE PLEASE!!! I'M ALRIGHT! AAHAHAHAHAHAAA IM BETTER NOOHOHOHOHOOW! PLEEEHEHEHE HE HE HEEASE!! COME ON IT TICKLES SO BAAAHAHAHAHAAD!!" He squeals again as Larry travels back down his side to squeeze at his hips. Sal snorts and kicks his legs out frantically, tears of mirth falling out of his eye.

"Right Sal were almost done. We just have to finish off strong! It's the most important step." He moves his hand down to Sal's side, still lightly scratching at the spot to elicit more squeaky giggles from the boy. "W-Whaahahat is i-ihihit? What's the gee!! Geeehehehehee t-thehehe last stehehehep?" Larry smirked down at him, releasing his arm and placing both hands on Sal's sides. "Don't worry bout it bro. Just relax! It'll be over before you know it." With that, Larry began his descent, inching his face closer to the quivering belly below him. Sal's eye grew wide, hands flying to push at Larry's head. "N-No! Nononohoho please not that!" Larry peers up at Sal and smiles "Come on Sal! It's the last thing I gotta do. If I don't we gotta start all over!" Sal blinks a couple time before he huffs out a small "fine" and pulls his hands back. "J-Just make it qu-quick..." Larry cackles "sure thing!" His face flys down to Sal's belly, right above the navel and he blows a huge raspberry on thr sensitive spot. Sal shrieks and spasms wildly under Larry, hands flying around, legs kicking out as his whole body shakes with laughter. "AAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!! AAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY OKAY YOU DID IIHIHIHIIIT! FUCK FUCK AAAHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOT AGAIN!! AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA *snort* GAAHAHAHAHAA!!!" His laugh is loud, mixed with squeaks and snorts. Larry blows a few extra raspberries on his tummy before finally letting up and scooting off.

"Ritual complete! You should be safe from any nightmares!" Larry proclaims proudly before looking over to Sal. "Feeling any better?" He asks softly. Sal lays still on the bed, hand resting on his tummy as he gets the last remaining giggles out of his system. "Th-Thahahat was mean L-Larry fahahace." He glares at Larry but he can tell there's no real malice behind it. Sal just sighs and slowly sits up. "But yea....I do feel better. Thanks Lar." Larry pulls him into a tight hug "Good! I'm glad you had fun." Sal blushes "W-What I-!" He pulls away to see Larry's smirk. "Pssh w-whatever." His face turns a bright red. "Let's just go to sleep..." he mumbles as he pulls Larry down to lay next to him. The rocker pulls him in as they drift off. "Glad you enjoyed it Sally Face. Cause the ritual states I have to preform it every night to keep the nightmares away."

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"WHAT!?!"

#tickling #tickle #tickles #tickle fic #sally face tickles #lee!sallyface #lee!sal #ticklish!sallyface #ticklish!sal #ler!larry

[acerace]

...you have opened my eyes to a vast universe of VintageBeef lore that I was unaware of. I knew about the New Hermit Order, of course, and the UHC invention, and I've watched a few of his CTM things but -- I will take all the info and lore you feel like giving out because Beef is amazing and my knowledge is so small.

Vintagebeef my beloved <3

So the thing is, right, until about 2016 I only watched two (2) youtubers- Vintagebeef for Minecraft and aDrive for Pokemon (and funnily enough both of them are named Dan irl). So I've watched most of Beef's videos over the years and have a general knowledge of most of his stuff, except because it's been like a decade I don't remember where most of the lore comes from XD

The thing with him is that he doesn't do Lore tm the way other mcyters often do lore- he doesn't have an extensive RP series to draw from like Grian, doesn't have a solo world with steadily increasing amounts of lore like Etho or Zisteau, and while he's played on SMPs and been involved in storylines before it's not really the focus of his episodes unlike with Evo or Legacy or Empires

So where does that leave us?

IRL, Beef always has multiple series running at the same time. Often he's playing on an smp while doing a singleplayer, often modded, series as well as a CTM or modpack with a group of friends. For example, right now he's playing on Hermitcraft, doing weekly Pixelmon and Building a Zoo episodes, and a CTM map with Slip. And to me, this translates to one thing: Beef is an adventurer. He travels frequently- he explores a world and when he decides he's done, he leaves for the next one. That's the basis of my personal interpretation of his series and his character for my writing.

Ok so reading this back, this got extremely long and didn't explain much in the way of lore, somehow? If anyone has any additions to add please do so, I am very definitely leaving out a lot and would love to see what other lore people remember and are using for Beef! I didn’t include the Hermitcraft stuff since my memory of season 4 is blurry (his base was themed after the Martian, that much I know, and he and Iskall were buddies :D) and most of the s5 NHO lore is best watched from Bdub’s perspective from what I remember, and the only s6 stuff is a single line in Hermitgang and then the Area 77 arc with its possibility of an NHO reunion which we did not get rip. And s7 of course had the cloning machine and also the Podzol Party as the main lore. So all the original rambling is still below the cut though it is very long, and I'm gonna bullet point the main stuff here instead:

Actual canonical things:

Invented UHC and was the only survivor of the first ever uhc (Mindcrack UHC s1)

Married to an ender dragon (one of the UHCs I think), later father to a different dragon (Mindcrack season 3? I think?)

Might not have legs if you choose to take that joke as canon (Mindcrack s2)

Was a wizard (RAD)

is a zookeeper (Building a Zoo) 

Had a wife and kids (Sims in Minecraft)

Part of the Trial of the B Team court case (Mindcrack)

NHO founder, founder of the Podzol Party (Hermitcraft)

Created a cloning machine that sort of works (Hermitcraft)

Played the Forest which is I believe the first time he and Keralis played together (look up the trigger warnings for this one, it's a horror game)

Was the creator/owner of Sourceblock SMP (featuring some familiar faces if you know Legacy, Empires, or MCC) and there is literal magic from a mysterious sourceblock of water that teleports people and summons mobs and probably more stuff that I haven't seen yet since I'm still watching it myself

Things you can infer:

Good with animals (Life in the Woods, Pixelmon, Ark)

Is a car nerd (irl and all of the car games he's played)

Is a highly experienced adventurer who has traveled through dozens of worlds both vanilla and modded, across multiple dimensions (Twilight Forest, the Aether, the Betweenlands, Limbo), completed dozens of monuments, fought in blood sports, survived apocalypse after apocalypse, tamed dinosaurs, and played a lot of prop hunt and golf with your friends

If you're looking for what to watch for lore purposes, I'd say the Mindcrack UHCs and Team Canada's RAD series are pretty good, definitely Sourceblock and HC s5, plus the Diversity CTM maps and Ruins of the Mindcrackers maybe? And Mindcrack Prank Wars for the chaos and the origin of Team Canada. And if you can handle horror than the Forest is fun and if you don't do horror you can watch the Pojkband play golf or prop hunt they're hilarious I love them sm I want a Pojkband reunion So Bad 

Beef's first series was a singleplayer series in beta 1.4_01 though he had played the game extensively before that, and was a big fan of Guude, having watched his own Minecraft videos. The series was functionally a hardcore one where if he died Beef would delete the world and start again! I haven't actually Watched this series so idk if he died or how often lmao. When Guude made Mindcrack, which was btw one of the very first Minecraft SMPs, he also hosted a competition for people to join, and Beef submitted a video (which is still viewable on his channel I believe!) and won, and was added to Mindcrack in season 2 :D (fun fact, Guude said that even if Beef hadn’t won he would have added him anyway) 

Two running jokes emerged from Mindcrack- pulling a Vintagebeef and Beef doesn't have legs. The first is a reference to Beef dying of fall damage (I believe the exact instance was him trying to jump into his swimming pool and failing spectacularly) and after the incident, every time someone died of fall damage they were pulling a Vintagebeef. The second joke comes from Guude, who joked that the reason Beef wasn't going to a convention was because he didn't have legs, and then he pranked Beef's base by building a giant pair of legs at the entrance to his castle so you had to walk between them to get into the base. This joke has long since died and both Beef and Guude feel pretty bad about it iirc because there were people who genuinely thought Beef was disabled and were emailing him supportive messages and stuff oops. So if you go looking on the Salad or find old Mindcrack fics, you might see references to Beef having prosthetic legs!

Mindcrack also brought about the creation of several Player groups- Team Nancy Drew, Team Canada, and GOB to name a few relevant to Beef. Team Nancy Drew consists of Beef, Pauseunpause, Guude, and Baj, who formed to investigate a prank on one of the members but I forget who. They're named Nancy Drew after the detective! Team Canada also formed in retaliation to pranks, with it consisting of Beef, Etho, and Pause, the three Canadian members on the server (not including Adlington who moved to Canada but never joined the group). There was also a Team America who pranked them with American flags everywhere. GOB is Guude, OMGChad, and Beef, who played stuff like the Ragecraft, Pantheon, and Monstrosity ctms together but that's way down the line lol

Team Nancy Drew is also notable for inventing UHC. It was Beef's brainchild but it was the four of them who first played it! The first UHC had the four of them working to kill the dragon with no natural regen, with everyone dying but Beef, who "won" the UHC. The second uhc was still dragon focused and iirc is where Beef married the dragon? Memories are hazy but they do kill the dragon in this one I think. UHC was then revamped as a pvp event and became a regular Mindcrack game every few months, featuring most of the Mindcrackers and several special guests, including Dinnerbone, who as we know Thanos-snapped Doc's arm out of existence as a result of Doc killing him in one of them

In one of the seasons of Mindcrack, Beef invited swedish Mindcracker and good friend Anderzel to go caving with him and invented ABBA Rules caving, where the winner takes it all. ABBA Rules is a game where each ore (and also dungeon loot like nametags) is assigned a point value and the person with the most points at the end wins and gets to keep all the stuff collected from the game.

In Mindcrack season 3?, Beef punched the ender dragon in an... awkward area, so when the dragon died and left the egg behind, Guude said Beef was the father of the egg XD I don't remember if I watched s3 so I have no idea if anything Happened with this concept but *history of the world voice* you could make lore out of this!

So Team Canada has played a Lot of CTM maps (which fun fact were pretty much invented by another Mindcrack member, Vechs, with his Super Hostile series! Super Hostile has a bunch of things called "Zistonian", which are references to another Mindcrack member Zisteau, who has a very wild singleplayer series with even wilder lore but I digress). In Ruins of the Mindcrackers, they had a running joke that Beef was Etho and Pause's mom, which is a joke we can leave in the past actually /lh. They also played all the Diversity maps, Sky Factory, Terra Restore, Uncharted Territory uhhh and a couple more ctms and adventure maps! Each map kinda has its own story so in Diversity 3 for example they were trapped in a simulation? I think? Team Canada also recently played the Roguelike Adventures and Dungeons modpack, aka RAD, in which Beef was a wizard with a magic staff that could do anything from summon lightning to control hostile mobs.

Sourceblock SMP is a vanilla survival 1.14 series that ran for one season and the series starts with each of the Players being drawn to a strange sparkling water source that, once they touch it, brings them to the Sourceblock world. It also summons a giant zombie at one point. There's probably more lore for this series but like I said I haven't watched it all the way through yet 

He has a Patreon server called VintageCraft and has done a series or two on there as well, and played a few UHCs with them, so lore that how you will! 

Beef also played a few popular mods, notably Pixelmon, Life in the Woods, and Feed the Beast, with LitW being singleplayer and the other multiplayer. He's also recently played the Zoo and Wild Animals mod a lot. He did a short series with the Minecraft Comes Alive mod where he married one of the villagers and had two children, so that's canon now :D he’s played a Lot of Pixelmon starting when the mod first came out iirc (he chose Turtwig in his first series and built a Grass gym, then made a Normal gym in another series in uhh 2016) and he still plays to this day. Quite a few Hermits played on his Pixelmon servers with him, like Wels, Etho, Iskall, Stress, Slip, Zueljin, and also Guude and Phedran (a Mindcrack adjacent player and creator of the LitW modpack) and a few Mindcrackers on the older servers 

Mindcrack and friends played a lot of other games too- 7 Days to Die, Ark Survival Evolved, Unturned, to name a few, so you can pull a lot of lore out of these as well. Speaking of friends and non-Minecraft games, Beef teamed up with Pause, Keralis, and Slip (a former Hermit) to play the horror game the Forest, which saw them stuck on an island trying to survive against terrifying mutated human... things. They played it a few times as the game updated but as afaik it's the first time Beef played with Keralis and possibly Slip and since the game starts with the Player's airplane crashing, that could totally be how Beef first met them in-universe 

I... think? that’s everything I mentioned in the tags? There is probably way more stuff I’ve forgotten that stems from inside jokes and things that happen within each series, but I hope that was a) helpful and b) at least somewhat comprehensible lmao 

#hermitcraft #mindcrack #vintagebeef #mcyt #long post #asks #redwinterrises #that was so many words #kudos to anyone who reads the whole thing lmao

[hornime]

hello hello!! happy 500 :D i’m a new follower and i’d like to request a pit stop (i’m pretty sure that’s the alphabet thing) with mr kenma pls and thank u <3

part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]

NSFW ALPHABET | KENMA KOZUME X GN!READER

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, gn!reader, mentions of: filming, exhibitionism, choking, bondage, voyeurism, edging, roleplay

a/n: thank you for requesting!!!! this was super fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

kenma’s competitive with himself, and that’s something that definitely carries into the bedroom. he’s analytical, so he’ll ask you questions that you really cannot take seriously after getting your brains fucked out like how many times did you cum? and on a scale from one to ten how good did that feel? although its not the traditional sort of aftercare, you know that he’s only doing it so he can make the experience better for the next time, and so far he hasn’t failed in doing so.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

himself: his fingers. he’s gotta use them for a lot of things: clicking the mouse while he’s gaming, signing business contracts, making you cream around them, sticking them down your throat, you know, day-to-day things. he looks at his hands with pride with the way they’re able to manipulate anything—especially you.

partner: your wrists. he loves the duality; when he’s holding your forearms above your head and thrusting into you mercilessly, he gets a sort of satisfaction in how limp your wrists go, your clenched fists drooping helplessly in his grasp. but he has reverence for their strength; when you’re choking him, fingers digging into his pulse points, he can’t help but focus on the way your wrist pushes down on his collarbone, the post-sex aches there simply reminders of how he fell to putty in your hands.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

would rather cum on you than inside. let’s face it, he was probably a hentai addict at some point and got hooked on the lewd way they showed backshots, facials, and the like. also a sucker for cumming in your mouth when you give him a blowjob and making you stick your tongue out before swallowing. put on a little show of licking your fingers or your lips and he’ll instantly get hard again.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to fuck you while streaming. even after graduating high school, he’s not the tallest nor the strongest, and he’s constantly getting comments like how did he bag someone as hot as ‘em? or they’re probably just in it for the money on videos that he films with you. he’s not an idiot, he knows that even if he was the world’s hottest person there’d still be hate comments because that’s just how the internet works, but he really really wants to shut them all up by pausing his game and folding your body across his desk. there’s no way in hell he’d follow through with that though, because his career—and probably both of your lives—would be ruined, but he’s not opposed to making some faceless porn videos if you’re down for that kind of thing.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

kenma kept to himself for most of his life, so while he didn’t really have hands-on experience, he did get a lot of knowledge from hentai and mangas and such (which really is a double-edged sword because no, not everyone’s nipples are that sensitive, but its fine). so he kinda had a lot of unrealistic expectations and not a lot of sexual encounters to disprove them. but when he blew up on twitch and youtube? phew this guy had people THROWING themselves at him. and so he did indulge a bit, ‘gained some xp’ and ‘leveled up’ as he’d say, before stumbling upon you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

when you ride him and he’s sitting up so your chests are pressed together. kenma’s the type of person to see kissing as super intimate (yes, even more intimate than literally being inside you) so he loves this position because he can make out with you. he lives for those heated makeout sessions when you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths and nipping at each other’s lips. also likes the position where either you’re sitting with your back to his chest or vice versa and getting each other off.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i feel like he’d be pretty serious at first, in the early stages of your relationship, but as you got more comfortable, his dorkiness would shine through. like, this guy plays video games for a living, alright? he’s bound to make a few dumb references while you are ‘doing the dirty’, maybe let loose his killer wario impression when things get steamy.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like kenma definitely dyed his pubes blonde as part of a prank at some point so that it matched his hair LMAO. and hygiene-wise, i mean, he still is a musty gamer boy except now he’s getting paid for it. so he probably didn’t take care of it at all before really settling down with a long-term partner (cough, you). now he keeps it trimmed (and he might dye it again for kicks).

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i feel like it varies from situation to situation. depending on the mood and whatnot, he might really cling to the romance stuff and kiss you on the neck or forehead or murmur i love you, that kind of thing. other times, it might just be all about physical pleasure. it all chalks up to what kind of sex you guys are having, really.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to be watched when masturbating. this pretty much goes hand-in-hand with his fantasy of railing you while streaming, but he’s a fan of either having you sit in front of him and boss him around while he’s jerking off or recording himself. also he might have posted a couple of the videos he films for you to a brand new account on twitter, accidentally blew up, and caused the hashtag #isthiskodzuken to trend for a couple weeks... oops.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

filming/voyeurism: kenma spends all his time in front of cameras, and that part of his life is just part of his sexual preferences now. would almost always be down to film a sex tape. when you guys are separated because of work or whatever, your messages are just lewd pictures and snippets back and forth. its really fucking with your data plan.

roleplay: he has an active imagination—need i say more? he’s constantly coming up with scenarios in his head and he’s definitely bought you a sexy cosplay costume on multiple occasions. i can’t see him into anything too intense like ddlg but i’m sure there’s some more milder stuff sprinkled within his sex life.

edging + bondage combo: when he’s subbing, kenma’s definitely the type who wants to relinquish all control. he just wants you to do whatever you want to him and tease him until he’s crying and begging to cum. will squirm a lot, which will eventually prompt you to tie his hands behind his back, which he realizes he likes a lot more than he thought he would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

his office (feeds into his boss/employee fantasy) and in the bedroom, but just not on the bed (on his desk, at his gaming chair). the bed is for the more lovey-dovey sex.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this is oddly specific, but i feel like he’s the kind of guy that’ll get really hard if you massage his hair, lull him into a false sense of security, and then wrap your hand around his neck. the moment you squeeze, his face’ll go red and the blood goes rushing to his dick.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesomes or sex with other people watching. although he might be an exhibitionist, he’s pretty hesitant when it comes to actually being that vulnerable for another person. there’s a fine line between the thrill of possibly doing it with other people and then the reality of actually doing it with other people and its a line that he most likely will not cross. after all, even though he’s more extroverted than he used to be, sex is still something you still had to coax him out of his shell for.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving (50%): he likes the ego boost that comes with making you cum with just his mouth and, since he keeps note of the kinds of things that really get you over the edge, he’s constantly getting better at it. likes fingering even more, though, so he’ll almost always have his fingers in your hole while he does it.

receiving (50%): loves getting blowjobs while he’s gaming and his headset mic is on (exhibitionist, cough cough). his favorite time to get oral is when you’ve got him tied to a chair and are taking your own sweet time, daring him to cum at the frustratingly slow pace you’re going.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

regardless of the scene, he goes relatively slow. likes savoring the moment and likes seeing your reactions to each of his individual movements even more so he wouldn’t like rushing things.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

honestly, not a fan of them. he gets really flustered after sex, like red-face-and-heavy-breathing-and-messy-hair kind of flustered, so he sucks at composing himself. the last thing he wants is for his stakeholders to realize he got the soul sucked out of him from the burning blush on his cheeks, therefore he like sex when he can take his time with it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

will be down to experiment if you’re clear about it. open communication is a big one for taking steps in sex because he’s not the best at reading people. so as long as you explain what exactly you want to do, sure, he’ll try it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not more than a couple rounds, but they will be excruciatingly long. he’ll make you cum multiple times before he takes care of himself just because he loves seeing your expression when you finish. but once he cums, there’s not much going to happen after that. baby burns out fast.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves ‘em and uses them at any given opportunity. he’s still a bit lazy, but does it really matter when he can just buy something to make you both feel good with minimal effort? after all, he has the money. kenma always has the latest ‘gadgets’; in fact, there’s an entire box of toys in his closet. his favorite would have to be the app-controlled vibrator—he loves using it on you as much as he loves you using it on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

as much as he likes making you cum, he likes seeing your face and hearing your noises more. so yes, he’s a teaser. he just loves how receptive you get when you’re begging him to touch you more, to fuck you faster, that he can’t help but drag things out longer than necessary. it’s really your fault that he does it, at least, that’s what he tells you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud, loud, LOUD. kenma whimpers and his moans usually get higher-pitched the closer he gets to his orgasm. when he’s busy focusing with you, though, all that’s pouring out of his mouth is absolute filth, talking about how sexy you look and how good you’re taking him. might degrade you here and there when he sees how easy it is for you to finish with him just using his fingers—he can’t help it.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has the money and the inability to take life too seriously, so yeah, he’s ordered a silicone mold of your genitalia, whether its your pussy or your cock. its embarrassingly useful when he goes on business trips and its the one thing he never forgets to pack (he forgot his passport once but you bet he had his custom sex toy tucked safely in his luggage like the crazy bastard he is). got you a dildo in the shape of his dick for your birthday so he wouldn’t feel as weird about it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

six and a half inches, slight curve to the left, and for lack of a better word, pretty. it sits prettily in your palm, has a pretty pink shade on the tip, and overall always leaves you satisfied. for what he can’t do with his cock, he has plenty of toys to compensate anyway.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he was pretty conservative about it at first, but once you gave him a taste of his desires and some of your own, he was hooked. what started as taking out his frustrations after a particular bad game became compounded with rewards after a particularly good game, and now he thinks of sex as a good luck charm before he even turns on his pc. so yeah, you got a pretty needy guy on your hands.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s out almost immediately. he puts a lot of effort into fucking you well, and i mean, he doesn’t have the best stamina despite years of volleyball. basically the pleasure goes straight into his brain, electrifies his nerves for a solid couple hours, and then the moment he cums it all just shuts down. if you make him drink some monster you’ll probably be able to fix the circuit board and get him started up again.

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[cerinefalls]

Bakusquad Shower Headcanons

Characters: Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido

I don't see enough SFW MHA headcanons floating around. I have nothing against NSFW posts- but this fandom is out of hand. It's time to bring some fluff and smiles to your feed! Something you can read through in school.

Denki Kaminari:

the meme master

Denki sings in the shower. He doesn't just sing, though. It is a performance. Singing, dancing, calls to the audience- the works.

A song he'd blast at the top of his lungs.

His shows aren't one for the books– at least, not for any good reasons.

Because of this, he takes forever. His quickest shower was 20 minutes, and he only spent five of them washing.

He smells, not bad, but strongly. Whatever soap and deodorant he used will be known as soon as he walks in.

He has stolen both Kirishima and Bakugo's deodorant before. Regretted each for different reasons.

Believes walking around with your towel on your waist is a sign of cleanliness.

Kirishima called it manly

Has used shower-based pick-up lines.

Hanta Sero:

Sero also sings in the shower, but he doesn't make a show of it.

His songs are more lowkey. Slow jams, R&B, and oldies are more his speed.

He takes a while in the shower, but he spends every minute washing himself- whether it be 15 minutes or 45 minutes. He enjoys taking his time.

He. Smells. Good. Roses, vanilla, chocolate, cinnamon– whatever aromatic washes and scrubs he can get his hands on, he does. I feel like he'd be on a cinnamon and caramel kick at the moment.

Will ask Mina where she buys her products

Cleanliness and organization are more important to him than you'd probably guess. Sero has a steamer and a diffuser in his room. I wouldn't be shocked if he had a skin-care fridge.

Leaves the bathroom steamy

Likes to write on the mirror for whoever's next

Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo showers as efficiently as possible.

He hates wasted time. Bakugo will get in the shower while it's cold and let it heat while he's inside if it means saving time.

For this reason, his showers hardly take over 15 minutes.

Bakugo won't sing in the shower unless a song is stuck in his head. I take him for a metalhead, but maybe that's just me.

Katsuki Bakugo probably uses some of the vilest body wash you've ever seen... at first, that is.

Before he came to UA, he thought that 3-in-one body wash was perfectly fine. It is a canonic fact that Katsuki despises filth, and for that, he has always showered daily, but! Bakugo did not quite understand the differences between soaps in his younger years.

He now uses products that agree with him and will "never touch that crap again."

Bakugo uses scentless products for the most part, but it's alright because his natural scent makes up for it.

Bakugo smells fine when he isn't sweaty. No one knows what he smells like otherwise because he hardly lets anyone near him after training.

It is speculated he smells like Caramel.

Eijiro Kirishima:

rock on

Unlike Katsuki, Eijiro sees nothing wrong with 3-in one– even in his big age.

As for his product usage? Axe. He does not smell good, by any means, but he's clean... enough.

Kirishima cleans what he thinks he needs to. He believes his natural musk is... manly.

Maybe his hair is affected by his quirk, maybe it's gelled– the world may never know! What we do know is that it falls in the shower and sticks to his face.

Kiri washes his hair frequently enough. Not daily, maybe not every other day either, but whenever it's itchy or greasy, he washes it out.

With his 3-in-one

Bakugo has gone as far as trying to get Sero to help Eijiro, but it hasn't worked.

At least he takes advice for formal events.

Mina Ashido:

Concerts.

<3

If showering together wasn't odd, Denki and Mina would be an unstoppable pair.

Full choreo. Mina comes up with half of her routines in the shower. It's a miracle she hasn't slipped.

Her quirk is one to be remembered. She Practices arguments in the shower and sometimes lets go of it without thinking. There are melted spots in the showers.

She takes days to pamper herself when she feels she deserves it.

Will ask Sero to use the items she helped him buy when she runs out of her own.

Does facemasks with the girlies from time to time.

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[mcyt-imagines]

hi! i’m like 80% sure requests are open but if they aren’t feel free to ignore this! i was wondering if i could get some fundy confessions? like a similar piece of writing to what you did with ranboo? which by the way was very good and your writing is super neat :]

I’m so glad you enjoyed the lil Ranboo confession hcs, I hope you enjoy these just as much! :)

Fundy Confession HCs 

Realising he likes you 

Fundy knows he’s crushing on you immediately. But he doesn’t understand how deeply he cares for you.

Fundy finds himself surprised when he doesn’t have to chase you, you actively pursue him as much as he pursues you.

Fundy usually doubts himself when he finds himself crushing on someone, unsure whether he should pursue them. But with you it’s different, your support makes him feel confident in his feelings.

Sometimes he feels as if he could never confess, scared he could ruin your friendship in case you don’t feel the same way. (Even though you very much do, he just thinks you deserve someone better too)

Fundy spends a lot of time contemplating his feelings for you, mostly in his head whilst the two of you are hanging out. He finds himself zoning out while you’re speaking, his eyes wandering between your vibrant eyes and your gesturing hands, landing somewhere in between, usually on your soft lips. However, if your back is turned to him, he will simply fixate on your hair, his hands desperately wishing to feel it. He knows that it's soft from the few times he’s fixed a stray lock of hair to a spot behind your ear. Basking in the pride he feels when your cheeks tint a soft pink, wondering whether it was real or just a cruel trick played by his imagination.

Fundy often finds himself thinking of you whilst streaming, he’s mentioned you a few times. Not enough to raise any questions about what your relationship with him is, just enough so his chat can try and appreciate you as much as he does when he allows his mind to wander mid-game.

Fundy finds himself slamming into an epiphany late one night when he realises that dating you isn’t about whether he thinks he deserves you but whether you do. And he hasn’t even given you the chance to answer, all this time he’s made the decision for you because he’s too scared of what your answer would be. He makes a promise to himself that night. That you deserve to make that decision yourself.

The Confession

Fundy knows that if he’s going to confess, he needs to make it extravagant and perfectly tailored to you.

This man plans out his confession to you for MONTHS, meticulously crafting props, making bookings, and trying his best to coordinate far away friends. Meanwhile, your friendship continues to strengthen with each night chatting until the both of you fall asleep in lone discord calls.

You know that Fundy has been busy with a project he refuses to tell you anything about, changing the subject with nervous stuttering whenever you bring it up.

You have let it keep you awake for a few nights before concluding that perhaps he finally managed to snag a partner and he was unsure how to tell you. So, the next time you meet up you make a note to drop some hints about knowing what his little project is. This freaks Fundy out instantly. How the hell did you figure it out? And you seem super okay with it? Was he wrong, do you actually feel the same way? Fundy’s head is spinning as you continue your casual conversation alone, “But don’t worry, I can wait. I only want you to tell me when you feel comfortable.” Your words snap Fundy out of his spiraling thoughts as your warm hand squeezes his knee and he forgets how to breathe.

Fundy spirals yet again that night after he gets home. You seemed okay with him liking you? But you didn’t confess either!? What does that even mean!? Fundy groans loudly before stuffing his pillow over his face, wishing that his love life could be easy.

He sets to work the next morning, finalizing all of his plans. When once again, he is struck by another epiphany. You wouldn’t want this. Some big extravagant show with the pressure of your mutual friends watching from the sidelines. You’d want something sweet and personal. That only you and he would understand, or even care about. He doesn’t bother cancelling the plans and bookings, instead of texting you to meet him at his place for dinner. If tonight works out the two of you can still experience the more extravagant side of his confession, but if this whole encounter goes sour it can go sour in private rather than public.

You arrive promptly, as you always do. Happy to spend time with him and perhaps seduce him you dress a little cuter than usual. Hoping he takes notice. He definitely does, and you can tell. The second he opens the door to reveal your frame he’s grinning, a light pink rests at the tips of his ears almost immediately. He is quick to greet you and lead you inside.

Fundy spent all afternoon regretting that he had sent that text to you. As he had to frantically run around the kitchen trying to come up with a meal to cook because there was absolutely no way, he was going to feed you takeout! Normally of course he wouldn’t have minded doing that, but not the day he plans to confess! That’d just be embarrassing. He spent a good thirty minutes deciding on the menu, thinking he’d do something Dutch to show off a little. And then he promptly realised that over half of the Dutch dishes he knew required no cooking but days of prep-work. Which took out a lot of what he knew how to cook.

So, by the time you arrived, he actually hadn’t finished cooking anything yet. And he was internally screaming as he heard your knock upon his door. So, to distract you he invited you into his room for some Minecraft. He repeatedly thanked his past self for furiously cleaning his room even though he originally had no plans for you to come in here.

As you play your eyes wander around Fundy’s room, allowing yourself to be distracted by his nerdy décor. “Creeper!” You scream as you’re brought back into reality as Fundy’s character jumps in between yours and the exploding mob. You gasp dramatically, “Fundy, my hero!” You pretend to swoon, grinning as he chuckles at your antics. “My shield is now practically broken.” He whines, “Take mine.” You drop it in front of him before moving your character back over to the iron ore you’d spotted in the cave earlier. He readjusts himself beside you, shimmying his shoulders as he mutters out a quick thanks. You lean against him softly, “No worries.”

It is at that inopportune moment that he remembers he had been cooking before you showed up. Thank god his oven had a safety feature to turn off after a certain amount of time. He ducks out for a few moments to quickly check on the mess of ingredients he’d chucked into a casserole to find it charred black. He repeatedly slams his head against his countertop as he began to enter both yours and his usual order of Chinese takeout into his phone. “You good with Chinese takeout?” He calls towards his room, wishing a hole in the ground would open and swallow him up pulling him straight down to the ninth circle of hell for his crimes against love. “Hell yeah, I am!” You respond with an enthusiasm that allows him to unclench his jaw and unfurrow his brows. God, you were definitely too good for him. Even as a friend.

Hours soar by with ease as the two of you play, trying your best to speedrun Minecraft and absolutely failing. Fundy does manage to make a nether portal pretty quickly using the lava pool strat. He allows himself to puff out his chest, pride swelling as you cheer him on with a grin. You don’t stop playing even when the takeout arrives continuing to communicate through mouthfuls of rice and complaints about trying to not get grease on your keyboards. Fundy cant remember that last time the two of you spent time like this just hanging out with no pressure from his stupid feelings and you absolutely glowing with joy beside him. He knows you need to do this more often.

“YES! FUNDY HIT HIM! AHH!” With one final blow, the dragon is slain and you finally beat Minecraft. You throw your arms around Fundy laughter bubbling from your lips, his arms grip you tightly pulling you close. His own laughter reverberates against his chest causing you to realise just how close he was holding you. You gulp down your rapidly growing nerves before looking up to meet his gaze, finding his face a lot closer to yours than you had expected. Fundy looks down at you as his cheeks burn a bright crimson and he tries to stutter out the words he’s been dying to tell you for the past six months.

And that’s when it hits you like a tonne of bricks. The bullshit he had been hiding this whole time wasn’t a partner, he wanted you to be his partner! Your mouth falls open in surprise for a few moments as Fundy continues to gape at you. “Holy shit Fundy.” That causes his gaze to snap to yours, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a firm line. “I thought you were hiding the fact you were with someone from me!” You laugh at your own absolute stupidity, hand coming to press high on Fundy’s chest. “Wait, what!?” The exasperated expression on his face only causes you to laugh harder, “Yeah, I thought that’s what you were being super cagey about. Sorry my bad, misjudged that one.”

Fundy finds himself chuckling too, his shoulders relaxing as he does so. “Yeah, a real good read love.” He laughs, your gaze rises at the pet name. “Real presumptuous of you Fundy, I haven’t even said if I feel the same yet.” Your teasing tone doesn’t even stop him as he pulls you even closer to him, pressing your body flush against his. “I think I can read you pretty well now. Not to mention you’ve been blushing this whole time.” He grins into your hair, squeezing you with an unbridled joy you find so contagious. Or perhaps you’re feeling that way because it turns out your crush isn’t actually dating someone else but instead likes you back? 

“B-but like, just checking you actually do really like me-“ Fundy begins, feeling his nerves inevitably creep up his spine. Before he can even finish you cup the back of his neck with your free hand, the other clenching his shirt as you kiss him with all the intensity you can muster. “That answer your q-.” You begin to respond against his lips only from him to silence you, which maybe you deserved. Fundy can’t help but smile into the kiss. Somehow things actually turned out alright. Squeezing your warm soft hips, he ponders who the hell is looking out for him upstairs. But as your hands tangle in his hair, he makes a silent promise to himself he’ll consider praying to them tomorrow.

~Requests are always open!~

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[barnes-dameron]

i just read your mando x reader with hypothermia and i absolutely loved it!! it is one of my favorite tropes 😩 can i request a steve x reader with hypothermia? bc after reading that one and absolutely loving it, all i want is your take on how steve would react! i love you and your writing so much!! thank you 🥰🥰

Warming Up

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Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: So sorry this took so long. I wrote a good portion of it, and then 75% of it got deleted! I haven’t written anything in the Marvel universe in awhile, so this was a nice surprise. Pre-endgame, pre-infinity war, pre-Civil War. Gender neutral reader

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Steve trod towards the Quinjet through the deep snow. The cold biting at his cheeks turning them to a rose pink, and his pants from the knees down were soaked. It was a simple mission in Northern Canada, during the time of the year where the snow was heavy and the wind was harsh. He told you to stay in the jet so at least you could stay warm. As he approached the quinjet, Steve’s heart began to pick up despite the cold when he saw that the light in the quinjet was off.

Steve began to sprint across the wintery landscape, kicking up snow as he ran towards the quinjet. Why was it not running? Why is there no sound? Why is the light in the cockpit off? He hurriedly opened up the hatch, the interior of the jet setting a chill down his spine; not from the cold but the thought of you silently suffering in this freezing temperature. It was enough to cause Steve to panic.

He opened the hatch to the Quinjet, and ran up the ramp, surprised to feel how cold it was; almost as cold as it was outside. The interior was dark, the only source of light coming from the windshield in the cockpit. Steve looked around and could not see the shape of your body in the haul. Treading carefully, he made his way to the cockpit. 

Steve hated the cold. He couldn’t remember much from his years being preserved in frozen ice, but the mere memory of his plane going down was enough for him to loathe it. He did remember shivering, the frigid air enveloping him, and his body systems shutting down causing him to sleep and wake up decades later. It was torture for him to be trapped. He thought that was how he would die, and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone...especially not you. 

Steve entered the cockpit, and finding you in the pilot’s seat, his heart dropping at the sight. You were curled up, huddled in the chair. Your skin was a paler color than usual, your body was shivering, goosebumps covered your skin, and your teeth clattered softly behind your frozen lips. Steve reached out a hand, pressing it to your cheek, and immediately retracting it after the brief contact. You were ice cold. Biting the inside of his cheek, Steve touched you again, placing two fingers on your inner wrist. He concentrated on finding your pulse, but it was weak barely even there. 

Quickly, Steve dragged you off of the chair and settled you on the floor. The window must’ve been the source; the cold air was seeping in. He noted that in his mind, making sure to let Tony know. Steve positioned your side to rest on his chest as he settled down on the floor next to you. He positioned your knees to press against your chest, while encircling your own arms around him. He then wrapped his arms around your figure, pressing you into his warmth. He placed your head to rest in the crook of his neck so the warmth of his breath could began to warm your face. 

As Steve held you in his arms on the Quinjet floor, his thoughts began to bombard him one by one. Why did he take so long on this mission? It was hardly a mission, mostly reconnaissance. He was supposed to scope out the area to see if the target of a potential threat were to show, but he didn’t. Steve could’ve left his post early, and it wouldn’t have made a difference. You wouldn’t be cold, and the both of you would be far away from here. Why didn’t he learn how to manage the Quinjet? Or just learn the basics for that matter? Whenever the Avengers went out on a mission, it was usually Tony or Sam piloting or handling the general maintenance and mechanics of the aircraft. His only experience was back in the 40′s, and he crashed that one. If he knew these things, he could’ve gotten the system working by now, filling the haul with heat and flying you back home. However, the only person who knew anything about the Quinjet was in his arms. 

It was all those reasons that Steve felt so helpless at this moment. Being a hero or even portrayed as a hero means that people automatically assume that he has no fear, and in truth, he didn’t have much to fear, except right now. The mere thought of losing you caused Steve’s head to pound with anxiety. And seeing you like this, frozen and fragile on the brink of death, it was enough to make his blood run cold even though the temperature outside failed to do so already. 

He didn’t know how long he stayed on that floor, praying for you to be okay and wake up from your slumber, willing all the heat from his body to leave him and go to you. Steve himself was beginning to doze off until he felt a shift in movement from between his arms. 

“S-S-t-t-eve?” you whispered, your teeth still chattering as you did so. 

Steve looked down to your face. Your eyes were barely open, but he could the pools of color beneath the eyelids. Hope surged within him as well as a burst of energy. 

“Hey,” he cooed, rubbing his hands over your arms. “Hey, it’s me. What happened here?” 

“I-I-I d-d-don’t-t-t k-know,” you stuttered out, snuggling closer to his warmth. “I-I-I f-fell asleep-p w-w-waiting-g f-for y-you.”

Steve nodded, then rested his head on top of yours. 

“Can you move at all?” he asked. 

“I-I c-can m-move m-my f-f-fingers,” you answered, holding up a weak hand and wiggling them before his eyes. “B-but n-not-t m-my arm-s or l-legs.” 

Steve nodded again, looking around the cockpit, his eyes settling on a black trunk in the corner. He unwrapped his arms from around you and began to shuffle away, towards the trunk. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, making sure you wouldn’t fall over. 

You stayed put as he made his way to the box, opening it to find contents of an emergency kit inside. He ruffled through the various objects, only picking up what he needed. Steve withdrew a flashlight, a thermal blanket, a tool kit, and a small portable heater that didn’t need to be plugged into anything. He returned to his spot beside you, wrapping you in the blanket and turning on the heater, directing it so the heat hits you. Steve resumed to his previous position, giving you all the warmth you need to feel normal. 

Steve didn’t measure the time passing by using a clock, but more so with your little achievements. After some time, you were able to move your limbs so that they were spread out instead of close to your body. After more time, you were able to move them around with full range of motion. Then after a while, you were able to speak without your teeth chattering. Every little thing brought joy to Steve as he saw light returning to your eyes, and color to your face. 

When you were ready, you got up, grabbed the tool kit, and went to fix what was broken on the jet. Steve trailed behind you, and stayed close to you the whole time. Feeding you tools when you asked for them, watching over your shoulder both to learn from you and admire how smart you are. It didn’t take long for the jet to come back to life; the lights flickering on, the engine beginning to hum, and the heat once again warming the interior. Smiling at your accomplishment, Steve helped you get to the cockpit, your limbs still a little weak and stiff, and settled you in the pilot’s seat. He watched you attentively as you brought the jet into the air and set the coordinates to the Avengers compound. 

“Let’s get away from this Godforsaken place,” you sighed heavily. 

“Please,” Steve responded, settling in the passenger’s seat somewhat besides yours. It was quiet in the Quinjet as you flew the craft back home. The events that occurred began to settle and weigh on Steve. He could’ve lost you. He remembered the slow pulse of your heart rate. If he would’ve placed his fingers on your wrist and felt nothing, he didn’t know what he would do... with you or himself. Steve looked up to see your profile outlined from the gradual returning light, your eyes shining with life, and he smiled. “I’m sorry.” 

He watched as you turned your head back to look at him, confusion traced in your eyes as you furrowed your brows at him. 

“For what?” you asked. 

“It’s my fault that you nearly froze to death,” he began, reverting his eyes a bit towards his lap. “It’s my fault that-”

“Was it your fault that the Quinjet powered down?” you questioned, your tone shifting to a more serious one, causing Steve to look up and meet your gaze. 

“No,” he answered softly. 

You gave him a lopsided smile, causing his heart to skip a beat. 

“Then it wasn’t your fault, Steve,” you replied. “Just because you’re Captain America doesn’t mean you have to carry all the world’s burdens.” 

“I was just so scared,” Steve revealed. “You were so cold, I thought I might’ve lost you. If I did, I don’t know what I would’ve done with myself.” 

“But I’m okay,” you reassured, giving him another smile. “Your love warmed me up.” 

Steve let out a little chuckle before turning his gaze to the window. It was not often that he got shy or bashful, but you always knew how to make him feel that way. Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks, knowing that his face was probably pink by know, but he didn’t care. The rest of the ride was ridden in a comfortable silence, leaving the events that transpired in the cold. The only thing that matter was love’s warmth that was present within the jet. 

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[wyn-n-tonic]

Same Time, Same Place -- Part III

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: None? Author's Note: It's taken me so painfully long to get this to you all, I'm so sorry. I'm not the most stoked about it but I needed to get this out. I also think that this is a good place for it to rest on. I don't know if the story is done but I do know that I've been stressing myself out about updating this and it's causing me to falter and not be able to produce what I feel is the best update I can. Thank you so much for reading!

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“He kissed you in a chicken coop,” Becca says slowly, “and then you shared leftover enchiladas?”

“It was nice,” you tell her, “he was going to make me a steak but after petting the damn cow, I couldn’t do it.”

“Jesus Christ,” you can hear the roll in her eyes, “you pet a cow too? He’s really giving you the Texas treatment.” 

“It was nice!” 

“Fucking city girl,” she laughs, “was the sex good?”

You stop your pacing back and forth, “we, uh—“ 

“You didn’t have sex with him?!” 

“No, it was just a lot of kissing,” you say, “and laughing. He let me name the chickens.” 

“That's so strange.” 

Nerves pool in your belly, an anxiety you haven’t felt since college, “what’s strange?” 

“Just that he…” she pauses, clearly thinking of how to phrase it, “invites you to his ranch while his dad is away after being incredibly flirty and suggestive with you for weeks, kisses you in a goddamn chicken coop like this is a high school kegger, feeds you fucking leftovers and then doesn’t even fuck you.”

“He’s a gentleman, Bec."

“This is Laredo,” she takes on a tone now, “there are no gentlemen in Laredo.”��

You turn, catching sight of the oven timer counting closer down to alarm and steady your newfound insecurity long enough to say your goodbye. —————

“Nirvana, they’re grunge,” you say incredulously, “you don’t know what grunge is?”

Javi is two banana nut muffins deep into this morning, eating like he hasn’t in days, and he laughs around a bite right in your face.

“No,” he covers his mouth, “but whatever the fuck it is, it sounds like it needs a bath.” 

At that, Chucho excuses himself to find a bathroom, having partaken in most of the coffee you brought along this morning and the air shifts in his absence, that insecurity coming back to you now.

“Can I—“

“Javi—“ 

He laughs, gesturing for you to go first as you gesture the same to him, begging him to take the lead in this.

“Panaderita,” his tone stern, “ladies first.” 

You tuck your bottom lip beneath your teeth, pulling on it as your nerves start to get to you. As you serve for the words you felt on the tip of your tongue only moments ago.

He lifts his eyebrows looking down at you and you try to hold back a giggle when you notice the crumb in his mustache.

“I'm waiting.” 

“Did I—“ you take a deep breath, “—do something wrong?” 

Confusion marks his face as his hands cage around your arms, one for each, “why would you think you did something wrong?”

You shake your head, that insecurity melting away, “it’s nothing, Becca just got in my head, please say what you were going to say.” 

“What'd she get in your head about?”

He pushes your hair out of the way, his eyes heavy behind the aviators perched on his nose. He’s concerned.

“I was talking to her about last Saturday and how we hadn’t really talked since then and she asked if we slept together and I’m…” you exhale, your lungs finally free of their vice, “not really used to men not trying to get into my pants first thing.” 

Smiling, “can I take you out?” 

“I—yes.”

“Yeah?”

You nod your head, “are you going to try to get into my pants?” 

He runs his hand through his hair, “look, I haven’t dated in a really long time, let me take you on a proper one not surrounded by cow shit.” 

He leans down, a breath away from you when you say, “yes,” and catches your lips with his. His mustache is a tickle against your skin, the coarseness a sharp contrast to the soft curls you acquainted yourself with last week. —————

“What’s behind your back, Jav?”

You followed the directions he gave you perfectly and parking your car next to his pick-up back up on the road. It’s been twenty feet of walking and there he is, standing broad against the backdrop of the sun.

“Get over here,” he calls out, “and I’ll show you.”

He insisted you make a cake for him again but not something you think he wants this time. Nothing fancy. Javi requested your favorite and it just so happened to be the simplest in your Arsenal; strawberry with the thinnest layer of cream cheese icing you could manage.

“That looks delicious,” he eyes the clear container in your hands as you draw closer, leaning down for a kiss, “can’t wait to taste that one.” 

“What happened to blaming me for making you fat?”

“Eh, old men get fat.”

“You’re not old, Javier, your knees still work,” you whisper, “now what’s behind your back?” 

He cups your head in one of his hands and kisses you slowly. When he pulls away, he takes the container from your grip and presses flowers back into it. Yellow, pulled straight from the ground.

“Noticed you didn’t get any yesterday so I grabbed these,” he grabs at the rough ends of the small bouquet, “literally.” 

“I love them,” you say, “they're my favorite color.” 

“I figured,” he says, stepping to the side and bending to set the cake down.

In front of you is a blanket spread out in the grass of the small field, a pizza box resting in the middle and a bottle of wine.

He reaches his hand out, beckoning you to join him, “I told you I’m not very good at this dating thing but I did remember you like pepperoni.” 

“I don’t know,” you take your spot next to him, “this is really nice.”

For hours, you sit there in the late sun of the early evening, talking and listening to the crickets come out. 

You tell him about how the noise of the city just got to you, pressed in on you and you needed a fresh start. Quiet to hear your own voice and feel yourself for once and so you came to Texas. 

Told him how Becca was your college roommate and helped you get set up, find your apartment and get a job.

“Do you like the job?”

“It pays the bills.” 

“I think you could open up a bakery,” he says. His long body is stretched out now and he presses his head back into his hands, “I think you’d do really well at that.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” you nudge his food with yours, “what about you, Javi? What brought you back to Laredo?” 

“I’ve, uh—“ he takes a deep breath, “been away for a while, work got to be too much and now I don’t really know what I want to do but I know I don’t want to be that guy anymore and I want a sense of normality even if I think I don’t deserve it.” 

“Before I met you, your dad told me you were in Colombia with the DEA—“ he punctuates your statement with a nod, “—I saw the footage coming from there, it was all over the news. I can’t imagine.”

“I'd never want you to.”  

You sit in silence for a moment, both of you stretched out looking at the stars with only your arms ghosting against each other.

“Hey, Javi,” you whisper.

“Yes, Panaderita?”

“For what it’s worth,” you take his hand in yours, “I think you deserve it.” 

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[peterrparrkerr]

Mpreg - read on ao3

I actually really like this? This is only my second attempt at ever writing mpreg!

In the story, Tony and Peter mention opa and apa, which I got from an alpha/omega book in a different fandom I read a long time ago. Opa is paternal omega, apa is paternal alpha. The female version being oma and ama. I really liked that for parent names in the a/b/o universe -just made it easier reading it. Instead of saying omega dad or alpha dad. And its so cute!

Enjoy the fluff!!

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When Tony gets home after a long day at work and a late night at the office, its with an apology on his lips and his omega's favorite chocolate in hand.

He finds his mate curled up on a nest made out of pillows from the guest bed, blankets and throws all brought to their bed.

Its a mess, and Tony knows he'll be the one putting it all away in the morning, but the little omega currently curled in the middle, fast asleep makes him smile.

He slips out of his work clothes before crawling over the mound of bedding, chocolate caught between his teeth.

The shifting wakes Peter, and he inhales sharply, eyes blinking open with a cute little frown.

"Tony," Peter mumbles, a sleepy smile curling his lips as he reaches for him. Tony lowers himself, smooching his mate softly.

"I'm sorry I was late coming home," he said softly, petting Peter's sides, down to his hip before moving to his stomach. "How are you two?"

His omega preens, shifting so he's on his back, proudly showing off the small bump.

He's only 20 weeks along, but his omega is already nesting more than usual, and has gotten very protective of their little baby growing inside.

"Good," Peter hums, grinning as Tony massages the small bump softly.

It was a surprise. Tony hadnt wanted kids. He didnt think he'd be a good apa -still doesn't think so. He knew Peter had always wanted to be an opa, but had told Tony he'd give up anything to be mated to him.

Tony had spent the last three years giving his omega anything and everything to try and make up for the space a child could fill.

And then, one day, at the tail end of Peter's heat, they'd gotten careless -sure that the heat had fully passed.

Tony hated to admit that he had freaked out when the two found out. He didnt know what to do. Peter was crying, Tony was -well, he wasn't being a good alpha to his omega.

It took a couple days, but Tony had gotten it together. What really made it click for him, was walking into their room to see Peter standing in front of the mirror, shirt caught between his teeth, hands pressing into his flat tummy.

He had looked so hopeful, turning to the side to see if he was showing.

That was when Tony knew. Knew he wouldn't be able to take away Peter's chance to be an opa.

He had dropped to his knees in front of his omega, pressing his nose into his warm belly and begging for forgiveness.

20 weeks later, and Tony couldn't wait to meet his child. He couldn't wait to see Peter round out, swell up with pregnancy.

"You'll be a great apa," Peter murmured, his own hands settling on top of Tony's.

He was still having a hard time with that one. Him, an apa? He had no role model for how an apa was supposed to care for his children.

His own apa was cold and distant -borderline neglectful. He didnt want to turn into his apa.

But Peter was so sure of it. So sure that Tony would be the best apa, and it made Tony strive for it. He would try his hardest to be the best apa their kid had ever imagined.

"You are the perfect opa," Tony smiled, kissing at Peter's bare belly, lips lingering.

"Did you bring me chocolate?"

Tony laughs, pulling away after one final kiss to Peter's tummy before opening the chocolate.

"Its an apology for being late," Tony said, breaking off a piece and holding it out for Peter.

"Apology accepted," Peter hummed, opening his mouth. Tony chuckles, feeding his omega the sweet.

Tony fed Peter half the chocolate bar before folding the wrapper over and setting it on the night stand.

Peter hummed in contentment, hand softly brushing along his belly, caressing his skin. Tony laid down beside him, on his side with his head resting on his hand.

His other hand joins Peter's on his stomach, the two silent as they settled in Peter's nest.

"This is a beautiful nest, my omega," Tony murmured softly, glancing up from Peter's belly to look at his face.

The omega looked up too, smiling and blushing. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah," Tony nodded, kissing Peter's lips, shifting a bit closer and curling an arm around his omega. "The perfect nest for my omega, and our pup."

Peter leans up and kisses him, wrapping his arms around Tony's neck.

"We'll have to get more bedding once the pup is born," Tony continued softly, smiling as he settles next to Peter, holding his omega, thumb rubbing circles into the side of his belly.

"And clothes," Peter nodded. "Lots of our clothes, so he knows the nest is ours."

Tony's smile broadens, and he hums in agreement, pulling Peter flush against him.

"We still haven't decided on a name," Peter added seconds later, scowling a little.

Tony nuzzles against Peter's neck, kissing the skin there.

"We've got time, yet, my omega," he promises.

Peter snuggles into him, letting out a content sigh.

"I like Forest," Peter says through a yawn. Tony kisses at his jaw.

"What if its a girl?"

Peter glances up at him, eyelids at half mast. Tony can't help but smile fondly.

"Forest is a unisex name," he says, voice growing quiet as sleep pulls him under.

"Do you like it?" Peter asked, turning to his side and tucking his face into Tony's chest.

"I love it," Tony smiled, kissing Peter once more on the head before settling into the nest for the night, Peter already fast asleep. Both their hands resting softly on Peter's belly.

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