#LOVELOVELOVE THIS HAIR SO MUCH

[lovebugism]

Hi um, could you please maybe write something with Stevie and his agoraphobic girlfriend, who is worried she clings to him/depends on him too much for her own comfort and panics and tries to distance herself from him? (Also I adore your writing, you write for Steve so well, it hits me in the heart constantly)

thank u angel! i lovelovelove this request! — you worry steve thinks you're a burden, but really he just loves you (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of social anxiety, 1k)

Steve can tell when you’re out of the shower. The air starts to smell vaguely of fresh flowers and warm vanilla as wisps of steam travel down the hall. He sorts groceries in the kitchen and smiles to himself when he hears your bare feet pad closer, giddy with the thought of surprising you.

You freeze in the doorway at the sight of him, looking more scared than shocked. Wet hair drips onto the neck of your oversized sweatshirt — definitely his. “What are you…?” you trail off, wide eyes darting around the kitchen, now filled with brown paper bags and new groceries.

Steve grins, pink and lopsided, as he slides fresh milk into the door of the fridge. “Hey, babe,” he greets in a honeyed voice.

“Hi…” you waver, brows still pinched with a distant concern.

“Good shower?” he asks, just before a chuckle spills from his mouth. “You were in there for, like, thirty minutes.”

You force a laugh of your own. “Yeah, it was… It was… fine— What are you doing?”

Steve meets your screwed-up features with a brighter beam. He holds a loaf of bread in one hand and chips in the other. “I went grocery shopping,” he answers.

“Okay,” you nod, then shrink inside yourself again. “…Why?”

He shrugs and sets the items on the counter, rambling as he digs into another crumpling paper bag. “‘Cause I knew you’ve been meaning to do it and everything, so… I thought I’d make it a little easier on you.”

Your heart threatens to swell at the simple act of kindness. Your brain doesn’t let it, though. The mean thing can’t comprehend that he’s doing this because he loves you. Instead, it tells you he’s doing this because he thinks you can’t.

“Thank you,” you murmur sheepishly, wringing your clammy hands into a knot. “But, you know, I could’ve done it…”

Steve scoffs. “Of course, you could’ve! I just wanted to do something nice for you.” He puts boxes of something into the upper cabinets you usually have trouble reaching. With his back to you, he rambles. “And don’t worry about paying me back, alright? Consider this me making up for takeout the other night. I really did forget my wallet at home, babe, I swear.”

The memory makes him laugh now that he’s over being horrified about it. He thought about it for days, though — the way he patted at his jeans in search of something that wasn’t there, and how the excuse sounded like a lie as it fell from his lips. 

You didn’t think twice about it after it happened. You were more than happy to pay for your dinner that night, especially considering Steve never lets you pay for anything.

As his quiet chuckling fades, he realizes you hadn’t laughed about it at all. Not even the pity laugh you give when you don’t think something’s all that funny, but you don’t want to be rude. 

With a worried look pinching his features, Steve looks at you over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes go wide. “Hm?”

“What’s that look for, huh?”

“What look?” 

“That one,” he says with a quiet chuckle, pointing to the concerned frown scrunching your brows and swimming in your eyes. “You look upset about something.”

“No!” you blurt before you mean to. The last thing you want him to think is that you’re unhappy with him. So quieter and less convincingly, you waver, “No. I’m not… I’m not upset.”

Steve crosses his toned arms over his chest, looking less than swayed. “Did I… Did I do something? Should I not have bought the groceries— ‘Cause they were having a bunch of sales, you know— it wasn’t that expensive, I promise—”

“It’s not that,” you assure him firmly, before going suddenly shy all over again. “I just… I really could’ve done it, Steve.”

He nods, furrow-browed. “I know.”

You swallow hard. “I just don’t want you to think that you have to do all this stuff for me just because it’s… ‘cause it’s harder for me.”

Steve’s structured face goes lax with realization. He nods slowly to himself, chest wrenching because he understands it all now — why you look so pouty about the whole thing. Because you think you’re a burden.

His sneakers pad softly against the tile floor until they’re planted just ahead of your bare feet. Steve smiles down at you and smooths his palms over your sides. “I don’t feel like I have to do anything,” he promises with a faint laugh, squeezing gently at your hips. “I like doing these things for you… ‘Cause I like you and everything, I guess.”

You scrunch your nose to keep from smiling too big. “Well, that’s gross…” you mumble.

“Disgusting, huh?” Steve concurs with a lopsided grin before smacking a kiss to your mouth.

Your lips tingle for more of him when he pulls away. Your yearning hands twist at the hem of his shirt before he can step away from you completely. “At least let me help put them away,” you plead with sparkling eyes.

Steve’s face twists. “What do I look like to you?” he scoffs. “I’m not some kinda schmuck that makes his girl put up groceries! Go finish getting ready. Or lay down or something— I’m good in here.”

“I can help!” you protest, doing everything but stomping your foot.

“I know you can. Excuse me for wanting to pamper you.”

You make a faint grumbly noise of disdain but don’t press the issue any further.

“You can make it up to me later?” Steve offers with a plush pink grin. His softly calloused palms smooth over your shoulders, wide thumbs rubbing along your collarbones. “Movie date? At the Hawk? Next weekend?”

Your chest pinches with a momentary panic, but you know he’s doing everything right. 

The Hawk isn’t crazy crowded these days, and cinemas don’t usually call for a ton of human interaction. He’s giving you an entire week to prepare yourself for it, too. Steve’s learned all your little idiosyncrasies — for better or for worse.

“Try?” Steve presses at your silence.

You exhale a sharp breath through your nose to dispel the fleeting worry in your chest. You nod. “I’ll try.”

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

[krypticcafe]

i wanna know how u think 141 + König & Alejandro would react/feel about reader doing this trend with them, ofc reader doesn't upload it or anything they just record it for fun :]

if the link doesn't work the trend is basically a person is putting on lipstick and they "mess up" and their s/o wipes it off for them and the camera pans to their s/o covered in kissmarks

this has been on my mind for a while i think its so sweet 🥲 i lovelovelove ur writing!! its so good lik oml <33

Lipstick trend w/COD:MWII men

rating: teen

character(s): Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Hound König, Alejandro Vargas / GN!Reader

warning(s): language, suggestiveness

wordcount: ~1.6k

summary: Silly little lipstick trend with your silly little military boyfriend.

a/n: the money I'd pay to kiss these men dizzy.

Gaz

Knew about the trend for a while, was wondering if you'd do it, so it's not much of a surprise when you come to him asking about it.

Honestly, he thinks it's a little cheesy, but he's not so insecure that he doesn't want to do it, he's happy to make you happy.

Literally won't stop teasing you like "You sure you're doing this just for the trend?" when you're smooching him all over his face.

When you're done, you can't but stare for a bit.

"What, too pretty for words, love?"

"Shut up, Garrick."

"Make me."

Now his lips are a bright red to match yours<3

The recording goes pretty smoothly, but by the end of it, Gaz can be seen bursting into giggles which in turn makes you giggle a little until the recording cuts off.

You guys don't post it publicly, but I like to think Gaz posted a screenshot of when the two of you are in frame, looking at each other with goofy smiles.

Price

The last person you'd expect to be up with any trends, but it's alright, you're here to help him!

He's hesitant, only because he's a bit bashful! When it comes to these silly little recordings and any of your playful schemes, he gets a little shy about it.

But if you really bat your eyes, pout a little, maybe even tug on his sleeve...

"Please? Just this once, sweetheart?"

He sucks in a deep breath. He's a captain for Christ's sake, he's resisted things worse than this, and no amount of hellish torture has ever made him crack in the slightes-

"Pretty please? For me, Johnny?"

What was he thinking about again?

He sits there while you practically bounce in your spot while you lather on thick layers of lipstick, wondering if this will haunt him.

But all his bashfulness goes out the window when you cup his face oh-so-gently, smother him with kisses, giggling about how ticklish his facial hair is, how it nearly messes you up, how you smile proudly at your work and at him.

You swear you won't post it because you know he can't risk his reputation as a captain... but you also know nothing is stopping you from bringing it up every now and then to him.

Pulling up the pictures and videos, smugly grinning and ogling them while he groans at how smug you are.

Real proud of that one, aren't you?

Soap

"So basically for the trend I just need to put on some lipstick, kiss yo-"

"Say less."

Literally he doesn't care what he has to do, this man wants his kisses.

He'll be all "You missed a spot" when you're applying the marks on his face.

Your guys' version of the trend is a little different.

Instead, the video starts with you putting on lipstick, Soap takes it, commenting how the shade would look good on him, applying it on his lips before smothering you with kisses in the video, leaving the two of you all covered in lipstick stains.

After you wiped your face off, you notice Soap hasn't.

He's just staring smugly at the mirror, rubbing his chin, talking about how "Y'know, I think this actually looks good on me" and "Think I'll keep it on for today, yeah?"

"Honey, you can't go out like that."

"An' why not? I'm jus' wearin' makeup."

"Don't be a smartass- hey! Get back here MacTavish!"

Every day that man tests your patience, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Ghost

"You won't budge until I say yes?"

You're sitting on his lap on the bed, keeping him still, batting your eyes with faux innocence. He could lift you off if he wanted, but he doesn't, and that alone is enough of an answer for you.

"Nope."

He's trying to pretend so much that he doesn't care too much about it, that he's just letting you do whatever you want. Obviously, he's just playing along.

However, it isn't until you kiss that particular spot of his neck just right under his jaw where the stubble stops that it escalates.

"Oh? Is the lieutenant feeling ticklish?" You coo.

"'m not ticklish-" He's cut off by more kisses peppered around the area and a few extra on his face.

"Mhm, really, because," You're giggling in between your words, "When I kiss you here," He forces the fakest cough he's ever made when you kiss the same spot against, nipping it slightly. All he can do is lean back into the couch, leg bouncing impatiently, trying to bite back a chuckle or two until he finally cracks. The two of you are in a quiet fit of snickers and giggles until you finally let up.

After making the video, you silently gush over it, replaying it over and over. There's a hint of redness on his cheeks, and his eyes seem to flicker from you to the camera, it's the most flustered you've ever seen him be and you got it all on tape, lucky you.

Roach

"That's so dumb, of course I wanna do it."

Roach is all for goofy little couples trends, so it's nothing new if you ask him to do another.

"Babe, stay still would you?" You pout, "I'm gonna have to start over if you keep squirming!"

"Mmm, I think I'd like that."

"Of course you would." Rolling your eyes, you pinch his cheek and he yelps, apologizing and letting you continue. He really can't help it though, it's really ticklish for him.

It takes maybe three tries for you to get the video right, ending with one where Gary messed up your makeup for you by swooping in to give you a sloppy smooch and clumsily wiping it only to further smear it while in a fit of giggles. He claims you were taking too long so he put matters in his own hands.

"So when do I get to do you?"

"What are you talking about, that's all there is- Gary!"

"Nuh-uh, c'mere!"

Hound

He's confused as ever but agrees to it on a whim since he's often entertaining your needs and wants anyways.

As you settle on his lap, his hands rest on your sides and he looks up at you with affectionate eyes. He was looking at you like that when you were putting on your lipstick, too. You almost don't want to ruin his pretty little face, but at the same time, you think it'd look so much prettier with your kisses all over it<3

His eyes close and he stays still while you mark his face all over, even when your lips tickle sensitive spots like his scars. Patient as ever.

When you pull away, he looks like such a doll for you. Your hands cup his face and his lashes flutter open, showing those big brown eyes still giving you the same adoring look, and your chest is basically hammering. He can probably hear it, too. He reaches up to hold your hands and presses his lips against the knuckles. You swear your heart just stopped.

"Everything alright, sugar?"

Oh fuck, what were you supposed to be doing?

"Mhm." You nod frantically, face burning while his thumb brushes over a knuckle, "Y-You know, maybe we can just... tonight... haha... holdmeplease?"

Yeah... you never did quite get your video.

König

"What, with me?" He asks, bewildered.

"Of course?? Who else am I going to do it with? Oh sure, let me call up Horangi, I bet he'll be happy to-"

"Nonono! I want to do it!"

Moments later, he's sitting on the edge of your bed, hood off, fidgeting awkwardly, and watching you quietly. Now you know what he meant when they told him he couldn't stay still for the life of him.

"König, honey, you act like I'm going to hurt you or something." You chuckle, popping your lips as you apply your lipstick in the mirror. He wasn't even this skittish in bed so what had him all jittery?

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you reassure him with a kiss first on the forehead. "Relax, I just want to take a video, that's all."

"Sorry schatz, I'll behave." He hums, easing up at your touch and you smile, planting kisses all over. It seems he just didn't know what exactly he was in for.

You show him how he looks on your phone, "Thoughts?"

"Not bad..." He attempts to wipe off the marks, but you swat his hand away from him.

"You think we're done, mister?"

"Huh?" Practically pouncing on him, you cut him off with a hungry kiss, hovering your body over his. What, he didn't seriously think all you wanted was a video, did he?

Alejandro

He snickers, "If you just wanted my attention, you could've asked."

"I'm serious, Alejandro, it's a thing!" You beam, pointing to the videos on your phone.

He jokingly dismisses your claim and settles onto his office chair, looking at you expectantly. You're confused for a moment, what was he staring at you for?

"Are we going to do this or not? Don't tell me it was actually an excuse now, mi vida."

"No!" You blurt, though now you're debating if you should do this or just leave him waiting with how much he wants to tease you. Then again, you can't pass up this opportunity.

While applying your makeup, you can spot him quietly admiring you in the corner of his eye, and it nearly throws you off your game.

As you kiss him, he keeps his eyes on you, a grin on his lips. Not for a single moment does he tear his attention away from you, instead pointing at a few spots for you to mark.

"I got it, I got it," You huff, mumbling to yourself, "You're certainly enjoying this, colonel..."

Post-production, when you get up to wipe off your lips, he looks at you with offense, "What, that's it?"

"Yes..?"

"Nonono, I think we need to do it again, my way, this time." He snickers, pulling you in by the waist.

"Your way? Alejandro!" You whine without fighting back as he pulls you in for a longer kiss, all your protests forgotten.

a/n: homies i kinda regret writing this so close to valentine's day haha...

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[yourstrulyrika]

leon taking care of fem reader after a long day? could be nsfw or sfw, either would be to die for <3 thank you!!

of course we live for caring leon ♡ thank u for your rq!!

i decided to do both sfw and nsfw because i love both <3 i may be smut focused account but i lovelovelove comfort and fluff. i am a SUCKER for it. i have a whole ass playlist for soft moments that fit leon imo. if you guys would like to see it, i can share!!

honestly no warnings, fem! reader obviously, leon taking care of reader, that’s really it :3

you guys will actually end up like this is you keep being so sweet smh. love you all ♡

SFW ver!

long days aren’t something new for you two. it’s nothing new for you to be tired, sleepy — sometimes you just end up asleep the second you’re in bed.

however, Leon is always there to take care of you — just like you do when he has a long day. when you’re sleeping, he’ll just lay down beside you, making sure you’re in a good sleeping position so you won’t be in pain when you wake up, holding you until you wake up. Leon’s actually the type of person to stay awake when his darling is not feeling well, had a long day etc. he’s just too focused on taking care of you, so he ends up staying awake. when you’re not asleep yet though, things are a little different.

he’ll definitely make you dinner, or if he’s tired himself he’ll just order your favorite food. he always makes sure you’re not doing anything — you always take care of him, let him have his turn to care for you. you’re his princess, and he won’t let his princess strain herself right? you insist on dealing with things yourself — after all, this man struggles a lot already, you feel like a burden, you don’t want to tire him further. but he’s there to shush you with a kiss, before wrapping you in his arms.

“No no no, you’re staying here. Just sit down and be pretty, alright? Let me take care of you for once.” he says this so sweetly, you only hear this tone from him when he’s around you. and he’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes it’s hard not to cry. this man is actually so in love with you, when he’s staring at you it’s like he’s staring into the most precious thing he’d ever seen. and that’s how he sees you.

when you finish eating, he carries you to the bathroom, because let’s be honest Leon loves carrying you around. he knows you like this too — who wouldn’t like being carried by his big, strong arms?

he helps you take off your clothes, filling the bathtub with rubber ducks (you bought them one day and he loves them ever since) and lavender oils, epsom salts (recommending this btw it’s actually soothing for muscles) and green tea. he literally asked Claire for help one day on what to do when you need relaxing. he turns off the lights, lights up the candles and sinks in the bathtub with you. he’s holding your hands all the time too, wrapping you in a warm hug from behind. only stops holding you to wash your hair, but otherwise? no way, he won’t stop holding your hands.

“I love you so much. You know that, right? You’re all I could ask for.”

once the water starts to get cold, he helps you out, gives you one of his shirts and waits for you to dress up— once that’s done, he takes your hand again and guides you to the bedroom where he lays you down, disappearing for a moment before going back with drinks and your beloved snacks before laying down beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively. he turns on the TV, putting a show or a film you like, depends on your choice. you just end up falling asleep together while the show goes on.

NSFW ver!

Leon knows exactly what to do when you have a long day. he knows you like the back of his hand, and if he sees you having a long day but still feeling needy, he’s here to help.

it can go both ways.

he makes you sit on his face, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs to hold you down tight so you won’t squirm too much. put your whole weight on him, he doesn’t care if he’s struggling to breathe. he loves eating your pussy out— especially when he knows it’s relaxing for you too. just use him all you want, he’s all yours.

“That’s it, what a good girl. Mm, you’re doing so well. My girl works so hard, huh? You deserve a bit of rest, you know? Don’t worry, ‘m gonna make it aaalll better.” he’s saying it so lovingly, voice muffled by your pussy but it’s okay — he loves it here. loves being suffocated by you, it’s literally heaven on earth for him. eats you out like man starved, eyes closed so he can focus on your taste. he remembers the shape of your pussy at this point, knows the points that make you see stars, and he uses it to his advantage.

“Fuuuck, she’s so sweet. Could eat it out for hours on end,” if you haven’t noticed it before, he actually loves talking to your pussy sometimes. it happens when he grows really pussydrunk, which is quite easy because he’s always drunk on you. he won’t let you go until you cum, and even then, he won’t. he’ll eat you out until you cum at least three times, or if you beg him to stop.

when he finishes, he lifts you up by your hips, and you see the prettiest sight you could see. eyes hazy, messy, sticky hair, flushed cheeks, your juices dripping out of his mouth and trailing down his chin, and a content look on his face. he’s so damn beautiful like this. he takes a moment to get back to his normal state, before speaking up.

“Told you, always ready to take care of my girl. Come on now, let’s clean up and rest, yeah?”

or,

he lays you down on your shared bed, making sure there are comfy pillows under you, making sure you’re comfortable and ready. he sticks his two thick fingers in your warm walls at first, preparing you for his fat cock. fingers you so good, curling his fingers until he finds that sweet spot and then repeatedly rubs it. he won’t stop until you’re cumming, arching you back so prettily for him.

“Thaaaat’s it. Sweet girl, always doing so well. But you want my cock, don’t you?” he teases you because he knows — hell, he wants to be inside you too. his cock is actually so hard, throbbing and just begging to be taken care of, already leaking precum.

he slides off his clothes, positioning himself on top of you before rubbing his thick cockhead against your clit a few times, tapping it and teasing you until you whine and say to slide in already.

“Impatient little thing. But I like when you’re impatient like this. Your wish is my command, baby.”

he reaches out to take your hand in his, before finally sliding in, and fuck, it feels so good to be buried deep in your walls already. so warm, so soft, gummy walls taking his fat dick like it belongs here. it does belong here, obviously.

“Oh fuck, gripping me so hard, can’t take it. Don’t worry, I got you, ‘m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget about today.”

he can’t help the grunts and moans he lets out when he starts thrusting. you’re already sensitive due to previous orgasms, so you’re pulsing around him, massaging his cock so well his brain just goes blank. his body goes on autopilot at some point, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can slide deeper into you, folding you all he wants. thrusting in and out, in and out, hitting your spot so well you can’t help but cream his cock. his heavy balls hit your ass every time he thrusts in, lewd squelching sounds mixed with skin slapping echoing through the house.

“God, ‘m gonna cum, so fucking close, baby, can feel you squeezin’ me so much, you’re close too aren’t you?”

he always makes sure you cum first— speeds up his movements until you let out a loud moan, spreading your legs wide when it hits you. he still moves, helping you through your orgasm, before finally cumming deep inside you, warm seed filling you up to the very brim. he stays like this for a while, before pulling out and almost collapsing on top of you. he simply presses a kiss to your forehead before he notices you’re already half asleep.

“Awww, my baby’s so tired huh? Don’t worry, go to sleep, I’ll take care of everything.” he coos, before reaching out for damp, soft cloth to wipe the cum off of you, cleaning you up like he promised. he’ll take a bath with you once you wake up — for now, he’ll just clean you up like this. gently cleaning you up, using baby wipes front to back to prevent infections. once both of you are all clean, he lays down beside you, pulling you on top of him so you sleep on his chest. he lets out a content sigh, pressing a kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, too.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut

[visforvengeance]

Downright Iconic

Requested by: No One :)

Notes: helllllo! ok so i lovelovelove rafe and i've been seeing you guys do like a southern gothic type thing so I wanted to try as a southern (Georgia and texas) woman myself. so let me just say I am an atheist that grew up with a highly Christian family. I became an atheist when I was like 14 so idk too many bible verses and I'm sorry if anything is in accurate. I'm just sacrilegious af, like this story oh man. ok this is very much xblack reader based so idk read it or don't. this is heavily HEAVILY ethel cain coded, specifically gibson girl and western nights. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!

Pairing: rafe cameron x black!southern reader

Warnings: oh man there's so many warnings omg ok. dacryphilia. hinted somnophilia, sexual religious themes, unprotected sex, graphic graphic graphic, degradation (slut, whore, etc), actual slut shaming, I was high while writing most of this and it went berserk. um it's 4k words of porn without plot. i didn't proofread. I don't remember all of the warnings so please read at your own risk!

You sat in the front row of your church, along with your family and others who were important to society. There was your family, the Pastor’s family, the Camerons (Ward Cameron is the mayor of your quaint little town). The Thorntons and the Carreras. Your father’s voice boomed throughout the small church as he recited Proverbs 3:5-6. Kiara’s father had asked him to speak on keeping up your faith after he learned of his daughter’s betrayal. 

She was caught dillydallying with that little blonde boy from the more southern parts of town. Her reputation took quite a hit when everyone found out. It nearly cost her family their business, if it weren’t for the closeness they shared with the Camerons, they’d have faced total ruin. 

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably as you looked over at your friend. She kept her head down and her hands in her lap while the grip her father held on her wrist visibly tightened. You wanted to go and comfort her, but you knew your mother would disapprove. When she found out about the news, she banned you from ever even looking at Kiara again. Which was hard because she was your greatest friend. Despite your mother’s wishes, you still hung around her. You were her rock whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on, you defended her from those who called her foul names and turned on her. 

Your eyes trailed over to the Cameron family. They all sat in their crisp and brightly colored Sunday’s best. Your eyes looked over the eldest child in the family, Rafe. He was a wild child, a true force to be reckoned with. Star athlete at your university, the town’s sweetheart. The boy your mama would be proud to call her son-in-law. The golden child. There was no better American teen than Rafe Cameron. Until the sun goes down and he’s the devil that lurks in the streets. 

Rafe was a notorious party animal. He’s single-handedly why your town has a curfew in the first place. Despite his daddy being the mayor and constantly under public scrutiny, everyone under the age of 27 knew what Rafe Cameron got into. The parties, the drugs and alcohol, premarital sex, he did all of it. 

The two eldest Cameron children were very sneaky. Sarah, who was more like her brother than she’d like to admit, was just as wild. For starters, she was dating one of those pogues. There’s nothing worse than dating a pogue around these parts. She claimed that they were in love and planned on leaving when they got the chance. You’d just nod and pet her hair, bless her heart. You weren’t a fan of slutshaming but if you looked up the very definition of a slut, there’d be a picture of Sarah sitting prettily. You didn’t know how the purity necklace Ward had gotten her hadn’t broken and melted to the ground from her sinful ways. But, you loved her nonetheless. 

Since you were 13 and could no longer control the urges that came with being a growing girl, there had always been something about Rafe. You had a crush on the older boy for years. You didn’t partake in things like masturbation, but on days where you nearly gave in, thoughts of Rafe ran across your mind. His toned body hovered above yours while his breath fanned over your features. He was between your legs, grinding against you so slowly that you felt everything he had to offer. 

Mama and daddy hadn’t taught you about sex yet. They always said that it was something you’d learn about when the time came. So, you didn’t know how vaginas and penises worked and how babies were made or why sometimes when you were alone, if you thought for too long then your breathing would become heavier and there’s this feeling in your stomach. And, you can’t keep your legs from rubbing together and you’re so hot, god (you’ll repent later), you could die. This unknown feeling gets so intense, but you’re so scared. So, you stop. You say your prayers and go to bed. You don’t tell anyone about these moments of little death. 

Rafe was always indifferent towards you until you turned 16 and your body developed more. And, you were no longer just his annoying little sister’s best friend. Fuck, you were so much more. Your tits practically burst out of your sports bra when he sees you practicing for cheerleading. 17 and your ass was looking too good in your jeans. 18 and the sway of your hips had him on his knees. 

He fucked countless girls dreaming that they were you instead. He just knows your virgin pussy would have him going crazy. He knew about your crush on him from one of the times you were talking to Kie while Sarah was out. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish you were in his arms too. But, something in him was holding him back. He never knew what and didn’t bother to try and figure it out. He wasn’t going to for a good long while. 

When you looked over at Rafe to discover he was already looking at you, your eyes widened and you immediately looked back at your father. Rafe felt his smirk grow. He spent his days in church daydreaming about bending you over and fucking you right in front of everyone and Jesus Christ himself. He laughed when he thought about the times he didn’t burst into flames. 

He tuned out the preaching as he imagined what your tits would like while he drenched your top in the holy water before him. He imagined it was you saying those prayers while you’re stupid crying on his cock, a girl like you should be praying to the correct god. Rafe wanted you so badly. He decided that he was done wasting time. He’d marry you and make you his pretty little housewife if he had to. He had to stop before the very thought of you being pregnant and swollen with his baby made him cum in his pants. 

After church, your father allowed you to hang out with Sarah at Tannyhill. The two of you lounged around by the pool while Rafe and his friends did the same on the opposite side. While you lay around, floating in the pool, you watched as Rafe watched you in the pool. The sunglasses helped tremendously at hiding your line of vision and allowed you to watch him without shame. His eyes trailed all over your body like he was in a trance and couldn’t choose where to look first. 

You sat yourself up on your elbows, tilting your sunglasses down to look at him. When he realized that you were looking at him, he gave you a small smile and a wink. He watched your doe eyes stare back up at him, your bottom lip being pulled in between your teeth while your eyes trailed down his torso. The heat combined with the brightness of the sun cast a light sheen on Rafe’s body. It was making you clench so deliciously around nothing and had you panting like a bitch in heat. 

Rafe chuckled as he inspected your behavior around him, but Sarah’s voice hid it well enough to go unnoticed. “Rafe, let’s have a party,” Sarah suggested. Rafe hardly ever said no to a party. Their parents left a lot so they had parties pretty often. But, you never attended them. Parties weren’t exactly your thing. You’d very much rather stay at home and watch a movie. Or the most adventurous you’d get is trespassing on public park grounds after hours. 

“I’m down. You spread the word and I’ll get the goods.” Sarah nodded as she began to gather her things, you began to make your way out of the water. Rafe eyed your backside while water cascaded down the smooth brown skin. He stood mesmerized with his tongue in his cheek as your ass jiggled behind you. His eyes never left your body while you walked inside the house. He couldn’t wait until he got his hands on you. 

After you and Sarah had settled inside, the two of you chilled inside her room for a bit. “You should come to the party.” Her and Kie always tried to get you to attend one but you always declined their advances. But, Sarah was being very persistent. “Why do you want me to come to your stupid party so bad? I’d feel so out of place. I don’t even have anything to wear.” You tried every excuse you had but Sarah wasn’t budging. “Look. We’re grown-ups now and you can’t just live your life like some virgin loser. You ain’t even had your first kiss yet, darling,” she says as she grabs your face so you’re looking at her. 

She was right. You’ve never been more intimate than holding hands. Your parents put the fear of god in you and it’s buried so far down inside of you, that the only way to purify yourself of it is to die. It’s not like boys hadn’t tried, but you’d push them away faster than they could say ‘hallelujah’. You didn’t know what had gotten into you. These kinds of things never worried you before but this crippling fear of missing out has invaded your brain. 

You stared up at the pale, peachy-colored ceiling and took a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll go,” you mumbled. Sarah began jumping around in excitement, “I still don’t have anything to wear, though. My clothes aren’t very party-like.” You frowned as you thought about your clothing options. They didn’t hug your body or show what you were working with. “Fuck it, we’re going shopping,” Sarah declares as she drags you out of bed. 

She convinced you to get this spicy little number that showed off the parts of your body you adored the most. The two of you rushed back to her house so you could get ready. Rafe had already started setting everything up. You were beyond nervous as you’d never done something like this before, definitely never wore anything like this either. Sarah helped you do your makeup, an hour she spent straddling your waist as she focused. You looked like a different person, you didn't even recognize yourself. It was strange. And, your parents would have a stroke if they saw you now. 

The house was filled before you knew it. Various stood all over with cups in their hands or they’re making out against the wall, to be honest, you were scared. You’d never seen so much vulgarity. You couldn’t believe you let Sarah talk you into this. Never again would you let it happen. She had the audacity to leave you alone and suck faces with John B. and you were pissed. You stood near the island of the kitchen with a solo cup in your hand. You were drinking the alcohol and it left you with an unrecognizable feeling. But it was a good one. The music calmed you, as did the LED lighting surrounding the place. You welcomed its embrace easier than you thought you would. 

You watched over the crowd, continuously drinking as you sat on the counter. It’s been an hour and Sarah still hasn't returned. You feared you looked like a drunken loser. And, you did. Meanwhile, Rafe stood on the other side of the house, directly across from you. His height and your sitting on the counter allowed him to watch you as the hour passed. He battled with whether he should approach you or not. The alcohol in his system lowered his inhibitions and lessened his worries. 

He pushed past the intoxicated groups of bodies and reached you. He stood in between your legs while his hands rested on either side of your thighs. Just like in your dream, you could feel the warmth of his breaths against your skin, you basked in it. He invaded your senses. His scent made you woozier along with the alcohol you consumed, he smelled of hints of beer and Bleu de Chanel. His body heat radiated off of him and onto you, engulfing you like a glove. His blue eyes were all that you could see as his half-lidded eyes looked down at you. If you were sober then you’d be questioning how he was able to tempt you like this. You’d do whatever he wanted of you if he asked. And, he liked it that way. 

“Hey, baby.” Baby? Did he know who he was talking to? “Hi, Rafe.” He fucking loved the way you said his name, he could feel his cock starting to stir in his pants. “My sister ditch you for that little bitch, John B. huh?” He was sweaty and breathing so heavily. It made you wonder what had him like this. But, you nodded and continued to look into his eyes. “You want me to take you upstairs to keep you company?” His fingers were caressing your thigh at this point. His touch burned you but you liked it. That didn’t sound like such a bad idea. “Yeah,” you whispered to him. He helped you off of the counter and held your hand, pulling you upstairs to his bedroom. He absolutely had no intentions of talking, unless it was to talk you right out of this little dress you were wearing that made his dick jump in his shorts. 

Once you were in the quietness of his bedroom, he locked the door behind him. He sat closely next to you on his bed. He eyed your body, focusing on the plushness of your tits that spilled out of your dress. And, your thighs that looked so soft, it made him want to mark them up. Fuck, he had to have you. It made you nervous being under his gaze for this long and this closely. He usually never paid you any attention and now, suddenly, it was all on you. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he started. He stared at you intently, practically moving you on top of him. You were hot all over. “Thank you,” you sounded more confused than pleased but Rafe could sense your nervousness and it was turning him on more than he thought was possible. 

His fingers played with your inner thighs, softly drawing circles on them. “You know it’s funny. Sarah would be so pissed if she saw us right now.” You were breathless. And drunk. And so fucking close to him. And, there’s a little voice in the back of your head that’s begging you to get ahold of yourself and go home! But, you had to see this out. Maybe, you’d been praying and pleading with God to allow something like this to happen. Maybe, you’d let Rafe do whatever he wanted to you tonight. Maybe, you were willing to be Eve and let Rafe be the serpent that tempts you. 

“Why?” He chuckled and shook his head. You were just a dumb little girl after all. He couldn’t wait until you were his. He’d teach you. And, mold you into his perfect woman. His pretty, pliant princess. “Because she wouldn’t want her brother and her best friend fucking each other. Not if it’s me and not if it’s you.” Everyone and their mother knew you were too good for anyone, especially Rafe. He may have been everyone’s favorite boy but they knew he had a temper on him. 

“You wanna fuck me?” Were you in heaven? Like actually? You knew what ‘fucking’ meant but not exactly how to do it. But, that didn’t mean it wasn’t making you incredibly wet to know that it was what he wanted to do with you. You looked at him with wide eyes. He nodded before pressing his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your pulse point. “I can’t stop thinking about how that pussy would feel wrapped around my cock, mama.” His fingers were now grazing the poor excuse for underwear that you were wearing. Sarah made you buy some thongs because something about panty lines not being attractive or whatever. 

You opened your legs wider for him, which made him groan into your neck. He pulled your panties to the side and was immediately met with your wetness. He softly rubbed your clit, your slick making it easy for his fingers to glide across it, quickly bringing you to orgasm. It happened too quickly for you to provide a proper warning but Rafe wasn’t complaining as he watched you come undone in his lap. Your thighs still shook around his wrist while you came down from your high. 

“That was so hot, baby.” He pecked your lips once, then twice. “I’ve never done that before,” you mumbled. You were beyond embarrassed to admit that. But, Rafe managed to calm you down by stroking your arm. “Not even on your own?” You shook your head. You heard Sarah and Kie talk about cumming and how it felt but you could only imagine. You almost did try pleasuring yourself once, but you were already so scared. Your parents were supposed to be out and all was good until you heard your mom calling for you and you never tried again. 

Rafe was having such a hard time trying not to rip your clothes off and fuck you beyond repair. So pretty and so untouched. He didn’t care if it was obsessive or predatory, you were going to be his. He was going to make sure of it. “Do you wanna do it again, babe?” After you gave him a yes, he wasted no time in getting both of your clothes off. Rafe couldn’t believe you were letting him do this. He didn’t believe in God and all of that shit but he was silently thanking whoever there was for this moment that he could only dream of. He thought with you being the pastor’s daughter, that you’d at least make him wait. But, you were just as wanting as he was. Or, you were proper drunk. But, that’s not what matters. 

Rafe paused before reattaching himself to your body, his eyes looked over it. Admiring it. Was he in love with you? He could picture his life with you. You’d give him a handsome son and a beautiful daughter. And, even after you’ve aged and had kids, you’d still be his beautiful, loyal fucking housewife. Oh, shit. He had to be in love with you. He hadn’t even stuck his dick in you yet and he’s daydreaming about giving you his kids, what the fuck. He’d never felt this fucking giddy about a girl until you. You made him feel like a little schoolgirl with a crush or some shit. It was unnerving. But, right now he was going to make you see God on his cock, and feelings will come later. 

He leaned over, scattering kisses around your body. “You’re so beautiful, baby. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen.” And he meant it this time. As his lips enclosed themselves around your nipple, teeth grazing them, he moaned. “So fucking beautiful, princess.” He was moaning like a slut above you and you were still a virgin in his bed. He was screwed. However, he didn’t see the effect all of this had on you. Your hips were twitching uncontrollably because of the proximity and of him and his words and his actions. You were begging for something, you didn’t know what. But, you were so fucking desperate for Rafe, you couldn’t bear it. You felt tears sliding down the sides of your face, Rafe noticed in his daze which made him stutter a bit. Were you crying?

“Are you…fucking crying? Baby?” His hands caressed your cheeks but his tone was mocking you. And, you liked it. You nodded shyly. He scoffed and smirked, kissing your head. “Why are you crying, hm?” You were too afraid to say that it was because you were inexperienced. And, your inability to do what you wanted was making you frustrated. Rafe looked at you expectantly, even nudging your cheek a bit. You sighed, “I can’t say what I want you to do to me because I can’t articulate it well enough. Rafe, I don’t know what any of this is or how I’m feeling and I need you to-” You stopped yourself. You couldn’t say it. Your one piece of dignity wouldn’t allow you to. “You need me to teach you, baby? You want Daddy to show you how to make yourself feel good when he can’t help you?” It felt like the fucking wind had been knocked out of you as he spoke. 

“W-what?” Your eyes were wide. No one had ever spoken to you this way. And, you think you’d be quite disgusted if it were anyone else. But, Rafe was making you leave a puddle on his damn sheets. He situated himself between your legs so that his cock lay flat against your clit. He pushed his hips into you, which caused you to shiver. “I said, do you need me to show you what it feels like to lose your mind?” His hips never stopped moving. And, you never stopped moaning. What the hell was happening? You didn’t know, but you didn’t want it to stop. You were begging God to not let it stop, you didn’t care about any of it at this moment. Not what your family would think if they knew what a little whore you were being for this white boy. And, you didn’t care if you were going to hell, because as long as you had Rafe with you, no place would be as bad. As Rafe humped you into a senseless, babbling mess, your last comprehensive thought was that you now belonged to Rafe Cameron. He was yours as you were his and nothing would be able to change that. You didn’t know what voodoo magic Rafe had coursing through him but you knew you’d never be separated, till death do you part. 

His hips stopped when he realized he hadn’t gotten a response. “I can’t hear you, pretty girl. You listening?” You whined at the loss of friction but answered. “Yes, baby. I need you to teach me. Please just fuckin teach me, Rafe.” You didn’t know that you just signed your deal with the devil. When Rafe said teach you, he really meant teach you. 

~Now, dearest reader, I beg you let your imagination run wild with that last one.~ 

That was enough of a confirmation for Rafe as his hips resumed their movement. You were feeling the same things as you did when you were alone but more intense. Your tummy twisted with pleasure as your legs clasped tightly around Rafe's slutty, little waist. Your nails raked across his back harshly, but he didn’t mind. Your legs began to shake and you were panting now. You couldn’t describe this feeling, but you trusted Rafe. If he felt nothing was wrong then you allowed yourself to truly embrace it. He looked down at you, kissing you all over your face. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Give me what I want, can you do that? You gonna make a mess of me?” 

You were blinded by white, hot pleasure. Rafe watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he could feel the wet spawning of your pussy against him. You were fucking majestic. He wanted to watch you cum over and over again, that was his goal tonight. You felt yourself grow tired as you came down from your high. Rafe planted kisses all over your face again, “you did so good, baby.” You hummed in acknowledgment, beginning to fall asleep. But, Rafe tapped your cheek rather harshly. “What are ya doing, huh? You thought we were done?” You whined. Your half-lidded eyes stared up at Rafe. “But, Rafey, I’m so tired.” He manhandled you onto your back again, hiking your leg around his waist as he began to line himself up with your entrance. 

“That’s not my problem, baby. I didn’t get to cum and you did twice. That’s not fair, princess. Don’t you want Daddy to feel good too?” You nodded, sleepily. “Good girl. Just let me fuck you, and then you can go to sleep, alright?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he pushed himself into you, bottoming out. He didn’t bother checking up on you as he was fucking for his pleasure now. He moaned at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, already trying to milk him for everything he’s got. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He hadn’t felt anyone as tight as you since he first fucked a girl. He began thrusting inside of you, causing the both of you to moan. You were half asleep while he pounded your shit. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and wet pussy, and heavy groans and soft moans. It was purely pornographic. If only God could see you now. If only your father and mother could see you now. 

The brutal fucking Rafe was giving you was fast and hard, but he was hitting that sweet spot so deliciously. You were clenching uncontrollably around him as you began squirting around him. When Rafe realized, he cursed under his breath. His hips stuttered as he watched the sight below him. When Rafe saw the tears streaming down your face again, it had him spilling inside of you. Mixtures of curses and groans left him as he came. 

His head was in the crop of your neck while you played with his hair. You began to fall asleep again, feeling content just like this. Despite the mess you were laying in. But, Rafe began to move his hips again. Slowly this time. “Rafe, you said-“ “sh shh, baby, just go to sleep. Don’t worry about this.”

#x black reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut

[celestialwhoree]

to celebrate cancer free, how about a picnic with simon? but he’s letting his paranoia get to him and you have to comfort him that the man feeding the ducks aren’t spying on them and simply…living?

Katz my baby 💕 giving me all the good ideas🎀

AFAB Reader💕🩰

It's impossible not to laugh at Simon as he lugs the overfilled picnic basket across the park, his hulking form and grumpy demenour so at odds with you and your floral sundress, the pink gingham picnic blanket you carry.

The park bustles pleasantly with those stepping out to celebrate the first real days of the English summertime; groups of mothers with their children and couples with the same idea as you, bottles of fizz poured into paper cups and packs of buscuits shared between them. You manage to find a spot with sunlight dappled perfectly by the leaves of an old oak, setting down your picnic blanket, followed by Simon setting down the wicker basket you'd insisted on bringing despite the inconvenience of it. You're perfectly content as you lay in your little quiet place, listening absently to birdsong and laughter, breathing in the fresh air, cut grass and daisies wafting up and making you sigh with bliss.

Unlike you, Simon doesn't have the capability to relax. He doesn't have an off switch. He's very much aware of the lows to which men like him will stoop - seen them firsthand with his family. It's impossible to shake that residual stress, that fear of being out in the open, (relatively) unarmed, with the person he loves more than life itself. "You're all," You snap Simon from his reverie as you attempt to mimic his edginess, bunching your shoulders to your ears and straightening your spine. "Sorry." He mutters apologetically, perpetually worried about runing your sunny days with the inevitable dark cloud that is his paranioa. "Don't apologise." You hum, shifting so your knees press into the blanketed ground, hands coming around his shoulders, ear resting against the centre of his back where you listen to the steady thumping of his heart. The way he settles into your arms doesn't go unnoticed, lets you guide him gently back intil you're both laying beside one another, his head settled on your stomach, letting your fingers card softly through his hair. He allows himself to relax until his breathing matches the soft flutter of your inhales, looping his fingers through yours as he remembers how to shed his armour - to push Ghost down into the far deep crevaces of his brain, refusing his request to make an appearance on such a lovely day. Ghost doesn't get to feel the sun on his skin and the touch of a beautiful woman. That's for Simon. You're for Simon.

Once you're sure he's suitably relaxed, you shimmy from Simon's grip, not missing the frustrated grunt he gives from the loss of his favourite pillow. You soon halt his grumbling when you unwrap some scones from a cloth napkin, procuring little tubs of jam and cream from your basket too.

You spend the afternoon pink cheeked and happy, sipping at little glass bottles of lemonade and snacking on punnets of fruit or little baked treats you'd whipped up the evening before, revelling in domestic bliss and wondering if perhaps one day you'd be doing this not only with you and Simon, maybe a sweet rescue dog too, and a baby on your hip. You have been feeling a little nauseous lately.

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I love babies and cute domestic shit!!! lovelovelove!! this page is not safe for pregancy trope haters!!! this is a domestic bliss safezone!!

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[star-quill]

would love ur nsfw peter headcanons!! x

omg omg okok

he loveloveloves when u ride his thigh. like he adores just watching u tremble above him, hearing u whimper while u bury ur face in his neck. he's encouraging u the whole way, praising u and having his hand on ur back to rock u back and forth. when u do come, he praises u even more ("good girl" "doing so good baby" "so pretty for me sweetheart").

is rough but likes to go slow and watch u squirm. fills u up to the hilt and slowly drags himself out of u, smirking when u desperately try and grab at him to push himself back in. he will go slow at first until u whimper out "more please i can take it please" and then he will just pound into u. ur gonna have a few bruises on the back of ur thighs tomorrow but it's all worth it when he's making u feel this good.

oh and he's big and he's heavy. every time before he fucks u, he will push against u and let his dick lay on ur skin, showing u just how deep he's gonna get when he's all the way in. then his size kink kicks in when he's like "u think u can take all this baby?".

he purposely does anything to rile u up and get ur attention, knowing how easy it is to push u into submission. whether it's just walking around the house shirtless, or going for a workout in the back garden while ur watering the plants. next thing u know, ur hands are grabbing at his curls while he fucks u against the shed door outside.

man spreader. comes over to sit next to u on the couch, his legs spread out while ur sitting with urs tucked under u. then ur eyes fall to his crotch, his thighs and he catches u looking. "u want something u just gotta ask for it baby.". u blink a few times before turning back to watch tv. he's a menace and u know u'll end up in his lap before the program's finished anyway.

eats pussy and is fucking amazing at it. his nose, tongue and facial hair is the best combination when he's buried between ur legs. u prefer when he does it in bed or on the sofa, knowing that the few times he's done it in the kitchen, u almost keeled over from ur legs shaking so much.

he loves when u act like a brat. purposefully pissing him off at neighbourhood barbecues and then feigning innocence when he pulls u up on it. silently giggling when he takes u home and pushes u on the bed. u immediately start getting undressed before u see him standing there, arms crossed. then he speaks "good girls get fucked, brats have to do it themselves." then he watches as u touch urself for him, stopping whenever he tells u to, which only prolongs ur orgasm. but don't worry, once he does let u come, he makes sure to fuck another two out of u afterwards.

loves to touch u up. he's always got to have a hand on u, nicely in public but at home it always goes between ur legs. he loves when u lay across his lap, ur head resting on his thighs while his hand worms it's way through ur legs, his fingers feeling though ur folds. ur hands just grab at his arm, holding on while he fingers u to orgasm, and then one more orgasm until ur spent and out of breath in his lap, curling into him. his hand comes up to wrap around ur waist, pulling u up into him. it's almost always late at night when this happens, then he lifts u up and takes u to bed.

if he's fucking u missionary, he will wrap his hand around ur neck, squeezing gently so as not to hurt u but still make u feel it's there. ur hands grab at his wrist and u just choke out a whimper. his thumb rubs at ur skin as he praises u ("ur being so good baby" "such a pretty lil' thing" "u feel so good honey, takin' me so well").

can and will coax multiple orgasms out of u until ur absolutely spent and he has to rub ur back until u calm down again. ur body is just limp when he's done with u and u love it. u love when he has to take care of u afterwards, him carrying u to bed and softly massaging every part of u until u sigh out. he may be a little rough but his aftercare is top tier.

slightly possessive in public but u love it. he always has his hand on u, always calling u "his girl" or "my girl". u always slightly turn it around in bed ("am i ur girl?" "am i ur pretty lil' baby?") knowing it makes him even more turned on than before.

do not wear a sundress around this man unless u want fucked whenever u do. u took him shopping once and picked out a few to try on in the dressing room. he just sat outside, waiting for u to show him. but once u showed him the first one, he just absolutely had to have u in it, following u back into the cubicle and pushing u against the wall. he bunched up the dress around ur waist and fucked u right there, his hand over ur mouth to stop u from making any unusual noises.

mmmfmfm i have more but like this is already a lot

#u guys don't understand #he's so big so beefy and i need him like rn #peter quill #peter quill headcanons #peter quill x reader #peter quill drabble #peter quill smut #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #✎ peter quill #answered #anon

[saltwaterburns]

Hi, hello. Could I request an Anthony Lockwood x reader fic, maybe with the reader comforting Lockwood after a near death experience during a case/when stress becomes too much/after a nightmare (your choice, truly)

Thank you so much in advance! I love your writing and I look forward to reading what you make of this request (no pressure though!!)

je sais pas m'oublier

summary: you comfort lockwood after a mission almost gone wrong and somehow end up tangled together with him in the library

warnings: lockwood gets injured and they don't kiss 😕

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

a/n: AAAAAA MY FIRST EVER FIC THATS A REQUEST. This is very nerve wrecking btw I don't want to disappoint anyone. If it's bad it's cause of nerves. I love you guys sm, all of your notifications make my day. And!!! When requesting I'd loveloveLOVE if you'd specify the readers gender! I tried to make this gn but it might tilt towards fem reader ;(

And to this lovely anon, i adore you endlessly!!! 🩷

It was supposed to be a simple case. Get there, find the source, capture it, get out. It really didn't seem like something to make a big deal out of. Yet here you were, desperately digging the ground for multiple sources alongside George while Lucy and Lockwood are trying to fight off the wailing type twos surrounding your lot.

"I've never wanted Kipps and his crew to show up more than right now." You laugh, a hint of worry sprinkled upon it. George snorts and you grin at the sound, your hands steadily guiding the shovel that's digging the ground, not a spot on your body left that appears clean. You feel small droplets of rain start to drop down and the waters of panic lap at your feet, your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The possibility of you not making it out in one piece tonight just became very real. If the rain continues, you won't be able to see the ghosts well enough to fight them off.

As if on cue, your shovel hits something wet, hard and slippery. Bones. You shout for George and leave him to deal with the sources, hauling yourself up the muddy hole to go and help your friends.

Your gaze settles on Lockwood. He seems to be doing fine at first glaze, but as you look closer, you see that he's limping. Why on Earth would he be limping? You dont have enough time to wallow on that because he falls, his rapier flying just a few inches too far for him to grasp.

You shout for him and without thinking, grab a magnesium flare off your belt, throwing it somewhere in the direction of the ghost. The explosion would've knocked you off your feet but your mind is locked on him, his lanky frame, that now on the ground looks small, fragile even.

"Lockwood, Locky are you alright?" You ask, dropping down on to your knees next to him, gently cradling his face in your hands. He groggily opens his eyes and you practically sob, pulling him close to you. His brown curls tickle your face but you only hold him tighter, smiling to yourself as you feel his arms slowly making their way around you.

"Fucks sake, you scared me. Scared me so bad. Why were you limping? You could have been ghost touched." You murmur, pressing a kiss to his head after every word. You don't give him time to answer before pulling away, cupping his cheeks and resting your forehead against his. His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes brushing against pale cheeks. How does he always manage to look so breathtaking?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I messed up a manoeuvre and slipped on the grass, it was rather stupid of me." He apologises, but you only hold him tighter.

George finishes up securing the sources with Lucy and all five of you start the journey back to Portland Row, soaking wet and covered in mud, awaiting the box of Arif's donuts that are sitting on the kitchen table.

You exit the steaming bathroom, a pink towel wrapped around your upper body, soaking wet hair leaving a path of tiny droplets all the way to your and Lucy's room. The ginger girl is fast asleep under the mountain of covers, soft snores emitting from her. You turn off her bedside lamp, darkness swallowing the room. You're used to the darkness, the way it disables all your senses at first. You pay it no mind and slip into a grey 'The Rolling Stones' t-shirt, rough drying your hair with the towel before disregarding it somewhere.

You don't go straight to bed. Something is crippling inside you, chewing on your heart. You leave your room and walk downstairs, stopping in front of the library door. Light is bleeding through the cracks all around the door, and you instantly know who's awake in there at this hour. It's him, always him.

You knock on the door a few times and twist the door knob, stepping into the dimly lit room. Lockwood is sitting there; his hair damp, his sleep shirt a little soaked as well. He has a book in his lap and it looks like he's trying to read but something is bothering him.

"Hey, you. I wanted to check up on you. Are you okay?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He sighs softly and closes the book, putting it away before patting on the spot next to him, signalling for you to come and sit. You do exactly that and sit down next to him, looking a little worried.

He's warm. You can feel the heat emitting from him, his body. Its heating up your cheeks, tinting them pink.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm alright. Just shaken I suppose. Felt like I was looking death himself right in the eye for a second there." He chuckles, but there isn't any amusement laced in it. You don't reply to him, you just take his hand in yours and lace your fingers together.

Nothing else is said throughout the night. When George finds you two in the morning, he's laying on top of you, his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. You're holding him close to you, your grip unrelenting.

Part two, yes no maybe?!?! I hope you guys enjoyed 😁Feedback is always more than appreciated !!

#anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim #lockwood and co #lockwood and co x reader #lucy carlyle #gn reader

[seidenbros]

Eddie Munson Headcanons

These have been in my head, so I needed to write them down (and I'm sure lots of this has been menioned by others as well)

Eddie never had a home until he moved in with his uncle. Yes, he had a place where he stayed, but it was no place where he felt loved, so he spent most of his time outside, even in the winter.

Wayne made sure that he had everything he needed, but it still took some time for Eddie to really make his room his own, because he wasn't sure whether Wayne would abandon him or not. After all, his own parents hadn't really fought to keep him with them, so why would his uncle want him around?

The first time Wayne tells him “I love you, kid!” Eddie is so taken aback that he can't say a word in response, just nods. It takes him a good year to say the words back, but he shows Wayne even before that with staying in, helping around the trailer as best as he can.

Eddie has trouble falling asleep, because his mind races, filled with songs or things he's seen throughout the day. Even if he's completely exhausted, it takes him some time to calm down enough so that he's able to sleep. Once he has someone by his side, he doesn't have that problem anymore – one reason why he loves to cuddle so much, because feeling someone else this close, hearing their steady breathing, their warmth seeping into his own skin... it makes his brain shut up and he's out.

He's a fan of handwritten notes, letters, stuff like that (like this thanks @eddienbird ) passes notes to sou during school just to make you smile, and he puts them in your bag, your pockets, whatever, because he knows they'll make you smile whenever you read them.

He loves giving gifts. He saves up for concert tickets, but it's the little things, the small gifts that are the most meaningful, because he finds these things, because he listens to what you tell him. You saw something while you were out? He'll try his best to get it for you. He remembers all the little details.

He's always been the kind of guy to wash his hair in the shower with whatever is available, not knowing how to take proper care of it. It's just hair, right? Wrong. And when you give him the right hair products he'll need, he rolls his eyes, but he enjoys it so much when you show him how to use them, help him wash his hair, that he makes that a weekly routine with you, because it's boring alone.

Eddie makes sure to have at least one shirt around that fits you. Doesn't matter the size of your body, he'll get that especially for you and he'll sleep in it, so that it smells like him, because he wants you to think of him even when he's not around. He loves it when you're wearing his clothes, but he also enjoy stealing hoodies from you, just for the times when he can't see you and feels lonely.

No matter what song is your favourite, which song you're obsessing over at the moment, he'll learn how to play it, even if it's absolutely not his kind of music. But you love it, and in order to make you happy, surprise you, he learns to play that song.

Eddie loves people. He doesn't care whether your big, small, what you identify as, it really doesn't matter to him – as long as you're not an asshole and hurt others.

When he's with you, he can hardly go without body contact. He loves to touch you, be it your thighs, holding your hands, or just your pinky fingers touching. He needs that connection to you, because it calms him down, makes him focus.

It's easier for him to study when you're around. Even though he sometimes gets distracted by you (of course you'll have to be the one to stop his hands from wandering) he makes the most progress when you're around.

He loveloveloves it when you cook for him, all the little domestic things, because they make the trailer feel even more like a home. But cooking? Definitely a way to his heart! He's willing to learn, but he'd much rather watch you cook and listen to you tell him what you're doing there.

While he's the one with a bad reputation, he's actually the one to keep you from doing dumb shit or at least try to stop you from that. Depends on who's more stubborn in the situation.

He'll read your favourite book, no matter how cheesy it is, and he'll definitely discuss it afterwards with you. You might not always have the same taste in books, music, whatever, but you make an effort to understand the other one.

It's a yearly tradition to backe Christmas cookies with his uncle. It's something Wayne had done with his own mother, so he does it with Eddie now as well. Eddie always keep that day clear to spend it with Wayne. A date? Hellfire? Nope, not on that day

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things 4 #staffi talks #eddie x reader #eddie x you #good to get that out of my head #staffi writes

[jester-lover]

Painting the Dorm Leader’s Nails

Warnings: fluff, fem! terms, sfw, affection, slight mentions of overworking, shy boys

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, he’s very shy to the idea of painting his nails, he usually wears gloves so what’s the point?

He agrees after some heavy thought (you ask someone else)

He sits perfectly still, Riddle will not move a muscle until you’re done, he wants the full treatment

If you do it, you better do it right

He waits longer than average for the polish to dry

HE CANNOT BE SEEN WITH SMUDGES

Probably paints them gold or white, nothing against red, but there’s enough of that on his outfit

“Remember my pinkie finger dearest, we mustn’t mess up.”

He puts gloves on anyway

Leona Kingscholar

Let’s be honest

He’s a sap for his girlfriend

He’ll grumble, but he’s eyeing your work the entire time

For once he literally can’t stay quiet, literally freaking out bc of how close you two are

Was gonna ask for black polish, but then saw it on malleus and all of a sudden wants green

“It matches my eyes, just paint it already!”

Most likely to smudge them, cuz he literally flips into sleep right after

Doesn’t care though

Lowkey brags to all the other students in his dorm that his girlfriend is so nice

Loveloveloves the smile you have after a fresh painting

Azul Ashengrotto

Is he dreaming or what?

I’m just gonna say it, he was never expecting to have a girlfriend in his lifetime, so the thought of you being so affectionate and loving is frightening him severely

Anyhow

He gives you his hands and he’s shaking, so you have to hold him steady, but also make sure he’s breathing

“The pearlescent shade might go well with my hair.”

After you finish, he waits attentively for his nails to dry, giving you plenty of time to smother him with love <3

The twins will never shut up about how lovey dovey their boss is

If you paint your nails to match his, it’s like his brain does a factory reset and he’s frazzled

(He’s one of my favorites to write if you can’t tell)

Kalim Al-Asim

He is so hyped

Kalim grew up with several siblings, so he has gotten his nails painted before

But with his girlfriend? A completely different story

Definitely asks for black and red, or clear if he has important business to attend

Cannot sit still for his life (same) and will tease you about how cute you look, so focused on him

Will be flaunting to everyone around him

Just please, don’t let him paint your nails, he has little hand eye coordination

“But s/ooooo!!! You did such a good job on mine I just wanted to return the favor!!”

Vil Shoenheit

Most hesitant out of the group to let you paint his nails

Why would he do that? He has a whole team to do it for him.

Then he realized, maybe you just wanted to be closer to him, he’s been so busy lately, and you just want some alone time and attention from your lover

He’s so tender hearted for you

Vil wants the full treatment, for once he wants to pretend it’s just the two of you

“Leibling, I want us to match, lavender or navy?”

It’s all in all a very nice experience

Even if the paint job is a little messy, he’s very appreciative

Idia Shroud

YOU WANT TO DO WHAT???

He’s so nervous about being so close to you, especially if you show him too much affection

Might need a small break to calm himself down, then he’s ok for the rest of the experience

“Just, um, please keep them simple.”

He’s a fan of blues and black nail polish

Give him a hug after and he’ll be the happiest boy in the world

Definitely holds rigid still until their dry

Everytime he looks down at his hands, he gets all giddy it’s adorable

Malleus Draconia

He thinks this is a lovely idea!

Malleus has sharpened nails and they don’t need much shaping, so you apply the base coat immediately

He’s watching you so intensely, not from paranoia, but love, he’s so happy to see you enjoy being around him

“What about this shade? Emerald green would go lovely with my uniform”

It’s better to start conversation whenever his nails are being painted, something fun for him to infodump about (gargoyles!!)

If he doesn’t have anything to do, this will quickly become a sleepover

He will paint your nails, go on a walk, cuddle, it’s a wonderful time

(Until the rest of diasomnia realizes he’s gone and storms ramshackle house)

AN: dialogue is difficult. Thank you for reading! Also, Vil with German nicknames is so real and true.

#new fanfic blog #female reader #fanfiction #reader insert #fanfic #fem!reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #vil shoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst dorm leaders #twst dorm heads #fluff #headcanons #twst headcanons #twst fluff #twisted wonderland hcs

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Stsg anon back at it again with a new idea for you to eat!!! poly, teen!stsg where they both develop a crush on reader who’s quiet, who’s timid, who keeps to themselves. Not as strong as either of them and not as popular. They two are best friends and they certainly won’t fall apart over a crush, so they talk it out and decide they’re both perfectly fine with arranging some sort of polyamory (if you return their feelings, of course. That was something suguru pointed out btw 😭)

(…which they both convince themselves is totally just for the sake of maintaining their friendship, just for the sake of both of them getting to date you, totally not also because there’s some romantic tension between them that they aren’t ready to face yet.)

But they have such different ideas on how to go about courting you and they bicker (lightheartedly) about it all the time. Suguru who thinks that they should go about it gently, kindly, who thinks they should take it slow. Who’s so thoughtful, who recognises that being flirted with by two very attractive and popular guys could be overwhelming, especially for someone shy and introverted. Who’s charming because he’s gentle, because he brings you food when you mentioned you were in a rush and forgot to make your own, who’s just so kind and always seems to offer you a spot with him and satoru when he spots you alone in your classroom at lunch. Who gives the softest smiles and gently taps your shoulder to get your attention, who’s big hands gently brush against your own when he hands you a worksheet.

But Satoru is eager. Confident, exceedingly so. Who, when he wants something, he gets it. He’s the Satoru Gojo for the love of god, he knows he’s everybody’s dream man, so he sees no reason in waiting or being slow- who, not for the first time in his life, needs suguru to calm him down and force him to be rational and not freak you out. He’s the embodiment of a lovesick puppy. Who showers you in gifts even if you aren’t dating yet, because he just can’t resist ! Who brings you flowers he remembers you said you liked, who writes witty and flirty notes and chucks them at your head (gently) in class when the teacher isn’t looking, who’s always slinging an arm around your shoulder, flicking your forehead, ruffling your hair. Who grins and winks at you in such a satoru way, who excitedly grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers when he wants to bring you somewhere, who has to physically hold himself back from squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl when he catches you glancing or blushing at either of them.

Both of them who make sure nobody gives you shit, who are with you constantly, always making sure you’re okay and not upset about anything, who help you to become a little more self confident and extroverted (around them at least), and who don’t mind it when it’s one of those days where you’d prefer to just be your normal self, to read and be alone (alone from everyone but them of course, god forbid the clingy bfs go a second without you..)

Giggles so hard…. They’re such cutie pies <3333 this might be a little bit too long but I just needed to share this thought augh I’m such a sucker for them and how they respond and think about things differently yet are still each others ride or dies :3 !!

HELP MEEEEEEE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I COLLAPSED 😭😭😭 stsg anon u need to write a fic this concept makes me so weak

i know i already said it but u r just FEEDING me atp….. i lovelovelove reading these SO much pls never worry about them being too long!!! u could drop a whole essay into my askbox n i wouldnt mind at all <333 i adoreee poly stsg and ur thoughts on them !!

AND THIS CONCEPT …. hhhh :( so sweet. it gives me insane shoujo manga vibes anon !! just all heart fluttering n giddy. theyre cutiepies its true <33

and ofc i agree so much!!! sugu being the more gentle one, patient, considerate… (he’s soooo <33) while gojo is just so eager to see u smile and laugh and blush he LIVES off ur reactions……. him being his lil lovesick puppydog self and sugu trying to keep him in check LMAO thats so so cute!! squealing n giggling while sugu rolls his eyes (fondly) (lovingly) (in adoration) (i just feel like he’s so whipped for both of u… he thrives off ur joy </3)

(ALSOOOOO ANON….. the romantic tension between stsg…… i agree so so much. i think they just dont really have a word for what they feel for each other yet, but once they do… maybe there would be an adjustment period where they’re just figuring themselves/each other out but !! i think it’d be short. they just care for each other so much yknow??)

AND AND them being so protective <///3 u know the way to my heart. and understanding too!! we’ve talked abt this before anon but they really ARE such a great duo bc gojo is always there if u feel more extroverted and outgoing but on days when u just want to be silent and cozy sugu is waiting on the couch w blankets and tea <333 and them being so clingy LMAOO it’s so true…. on days when u want to be ALONE alone sugu has to literally pry gojo away from u w his bare hands 😭😭😭 n then he just waits outside the door like a dog. and sugu starts getting headaches bc he has this itch to tend to ur needs but he knows he shouldn’t disturb u PHDHDHS codependent losers <333

i loovveeee imagining them in more fluffy scenarios like this it makes me so happy wahhh… its what they deserve!!! i LIVE for ur thoughts anon tysm for the meal as always <333

#theyre our lovelies always and forever <333 #war criminals to the world silly babygirls to us frfr #poly stsg x their lil quiet introvert reader ohh im melting T_T they would be sooo protective its insane #wishing u a super nice day anon !! 🌻🌻🌱 #ask tag ✩ #stsg anon !! ✩

[eyesxxyou]

I’m totally not obsessed with ur works or with Hobie I promise 🙏🙏

Anyways just imagine Hobie x trad goth reader, introducing him to goth music, talking him to a goth night, doing goth makeup for him, etc etc 🫶🫶

(Totally not self inserting rn)

me personally, I'm not trad goth but I LOVELOVELOVE the aesthetic and it think it would go so great with Hobie. He's absolutely fascinated with the makeup, asking you all sorts of questions if questions when you do it, how you wear your hair. He loves your corsets, the chaotic elegance of your clothing, the way you make unlikely clothes fit so perfectly.

You definitely do trad goth makeup on him because you're both curious to see what it would look like. It definitely startles the shit out of him when he first looks in the mirror. He swore you were just drawing penises on his face from how much you were giggling but it actually does look that bad and the more he wears it, the more he gets used to it.

And he is absolutely in love with goth dancing and music. He's fascinated by the way goths and punks are kinda like siblings in their looks, their music, beliefs, etc. Oh, he loves watching you dance, how unconventional it is, how free it looks.

Goths and punks just kinda go together like pepperoni on pizza. You're both so accepted into each other's friend groups with a sort of camaraderie. It would only make sense, your subculture's histories being so intertwined. Destined friends really.

Anyways, yeah Hobie with a trad goth partner ❤️

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #atsv #spider punk #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown hcs

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

hiii, it’s the anon from lovesick steve request:

And sorry it took me so long but that fiC WAS SO CUTE, you gave more than there was to give. it was so beautifully written, I lovelovelove lovesick steve it fits his character so well.

If it’s not to bother you, I kept thinking about the lines where Steve tells reader he had to go home because he was horny and I was thinking… could you maybe elaborate in that? maybe they’re in the beginning of their relationship or r really likes Steve and he seems like avoiding her when they were going out with their friends

of course only if you want, i just can’t get enough of lovesick stevie

oh my god hi! i was hoping someone would ask about this bc im obsessed with it. this is pretty much mostly steves pov. also its set right before they acually get into a relationship, so i hope thats okay <3 i am so sorry this took so long! i was trying to finish my wip so i hope this is okay <3

Before you went to brunch with Steve, Eddie, and Robin after dropping Dustin off at the arcade, you picked out a new shirt you had gotten from the mall along with a small denim skirt. Paired with a matching jacket and purse, you felt pretty. The shirt was a little low-cut, which made wearing a bra with it not practical. The skirt was tiny. Absolutely tiny. Just long enough to be socially acceptable.

But short enough that Steve Harrington is certain it will kill him.

Eddie and Robin always make sure that you sit next to Steve, thinking that it might get him to make a move faster. But at this rate, they might just make him self destruct. His eyes keep flicking under the table to your thighs. His leg is shaking, his hands are sweating, and his entire face is flushed. You and Eddie are talking about some book you had read, and Robin is facepalming at Steve's horrifyingly obvious predicament. Eddie tries to keep you occupied in conversation to save what little dignity Steve had left. He felt awful to be looking at you like this. Thankfully, your food came shortly after. Thoroughly distracting you with chocolate chip waffles. Steve tries to eat quickly, but also slowly enough that it seems normal. He dismisses himself swiftly after placing down enough money to pay for the meal four times. Wincing when you worriedly ask him if he's okay, or if he needs you to drive him home. Guilt racking his system again at your tone.

Whilst Steve drives home, your anxiety gets the best of you.

"Is he mad at me? Whats going on?"

Robin starts to speak, but is quickly stopped by Eddie, knowing that her rambling would cause a slip up, and the truth might embarrass you.

"No, sweetheart, im sure he just got a headache or 'sumthin. He wasn't feeling well the other day."

"Oh... should he be driving then?"

"No, no, he'll be fine." Robin chimes in.

“Oh… okay”

Back at home you can’t stop worrying if he’s okay. You almost cry at the thought that he may be avoiding you.

Little did you know that Steve had come home and barely made it up the stairs to his bathroom without taking his clothes off. Immediately getting in the shower and running his hands through his hair while he tugs at his cock. His jaw is slack and his eyes are foggy and rolling back. He moves his hand from his hair to the wall of his shower, bracing himself. All while shamelessly thinking about how pretty your tits looked today and how easy it would be to lift your little skirt up. Looking down at his cock and visualizing you on your knees in front of him. Wondering what your mouth would feel like between his legs. Wondering if you’d let him train your pretty throat, and take care of you. Wondering how you’d take care of him if you could see him right now. Poor boy is whimpering and whining in the shower, steam making his head all foggy and dissolving what little guilt he had left from thinking about you like this without you knowing.

when he gets out of the shower hes barely gotten his pajama pants on before youre knocking on his door with headache medicine and blushing when he opens the door with his shirt off and little drops of water dripping down his chest. his heart warms up at the sight of you all cute and flustered, and he almost cries at how much you care about him. he invites you in and pulls you into his chest which makes you nearly faint. but you quickly compose yourself, making him lay down in his bed, shutting the lights off, giving him copious amounts of water and having him take headache medicine that he doesn’t even need. he asks you to hum him to sleep, which you do. when hes dozed off you pull the blankets up and tuck him in, leaving your sweater by his bed so he won’t wake up from sensing your absence, and place a quick kiss to the top of his head. his hair is soft and fluffy and you have to force yourself out of the door. he sleeps amazingly that night.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve x you #steve x reader #st smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x fem reader #dove and steve

[hazard-and-friends]

6 months!

Old. 6 months old. I've only had her for almost-4-months.

Successes:

No accidents since December 21, and the ones in the 2 weeks prior to that were zoomies-induced

Nice walker, can go on the harness and pull gently or (with lots of reinforcement, but she is 6 months) on the collar and not pull at all

Alone in the car up to 75 minutes at a stretch or at home, crated, with Hazard, up to 2 hours

Sit/down/touch all fairly good

Drop it VERY good, 99% of the time she will spit the item out.

Very nice toy skills! Will drop a toy and wait to hear "take it" (tug) or "geddit" (fetch)

Her dog-dog social skills are insane. She is so good at adapting play to different confidence levels, or backing off entirely if the other dog is uninterested. She can navigate weird personal conflicts (like when a BC bitch decided to resource guard me) with ease and draw shy dogs into play. If this holds true, she's going to be an exceptional dog for socializing others.

Work in progress:

She can sleep through the night but only if (a) minimal food in the 2 hours before bed and (b) she poops right before bed. Otherwise we get up around 3 am to poop. This past week she's also had a streak where she decides there's Monsters outside and needs to huff about it. That's been steadily decreasing but we're still working on getting the poop schedule right.

We've graduated from the no-spill bowl. MOSTLY she doesn't go swimming in the water bowl, unless she's overtired in which case all bets are off.

Recall is uh, extant. Usually. Which is very good for 6 months lol

Evening relaxing remains something we need to actively remind her to do. I'm typing this post in the bedroom with her, because she won't wind down most nights in the living room--and she won't usually put herself in the bedroom to sleep. So someone goes into the bedroom with her, closes the door, and just hangs out for the last 1-2 hrs before bed, and that's working okay.

She's not as people-friendly as I (after all of Hazard's issues) would like. She's EAGER to meet people but not eager for them to meet her, head-shy, will flinch away from strangers. Like Hazard once you're in her circle you're in, and you can do whatever, and it's a lot easier to get in her circle, but hmm. More love on this I think.

Cat skills: She LOVELOVELOVES the cat. Penny even loves her back. But if Penny is in an accessible place (ie, 95% of the apartment) K'seil is incessant about bothering her, unless being actively distracted.

Leave it/trash is like, she Wants A Thing In Her Mouth on walks sometimes. So she'll dive at trash and shove it in her mouth--not EAT it, rarely even CHEW it, just Hold In Mouth. Which is why her 'drop it' is so stellar. 95% of the time she'll leave it if I can get the cue out, but the reason this is a WIP is she needs the cue. She doesn't have any sort of default "oh I should ignore this" yet. This goes double for certain trash bins in the apartment--thus far no thefts of anything dangerous, but she likes to chew apart masks and eat clumps of shed hair. I know how to fix this I just haven't put the work in.

Counter surfing is juuuust about a success but I don't wanna jinx it XD Very early on she was very persistent about trying to put feet on the kitchen counter, and through consistently ignoring/redirecting her from that and rewarding a down in the kitchen, we have gone...like a week or so? Without any attempts to get on the counter. So that's very nice, both because I hate counter surfing and because it validates my R+ approach.

Bite inhibition/mouthing I think is a WIP but might be a success, she's still Very Sharp sometimes but that's also when she's aroused, so we might just be having arousal problems (because she is 6 months). On walks about 75% of the time she can take a treat from my fingertips perfectly gently. She's still very mouthy, including with new people which is Ungreat, but it's steadily improving.

Body handling, while SO much better than Hazard, still needs some love. She'll let me brush the dremel against her nails but not hold it there, and rear nails have been a no-go since I quicked her fairly badly there. Brushing is 50/50.

Yikes:

Dogs in complex. She's not really reactive beyond staring at dogs outside the apartment complex, but inside it (how does she know. why does she know.) she is loudly and quickly vocal about There Is A Dog Over There. Think husky noises. We're making progress on this but it is still deeply embarassing.

Home alone without Hazard. I haven't done as much work on this as I should, because she can be in the car alone for an hour, so if he's got a class I can just bring her. But it would be nice. Sigh.

#training log #bucket full of starlight

[hypersonic04]

i lovelovelove teacher!Ross so much. i'd love your take on chaperoning a school trip or residential - lowkey the teachers in heartstopper season 2 vibes if you've watched it. so cute.

oh my goddd I haven’t watched heartstopper (I know, I know. I need to!!), but this concept is GLORIOUS.

I feel like it’s a residential trip overseas, maybe Paris for obvious reasons, and you’ve been a bit nervous about it - you’re not super comfortable with travelling and the idea of looking after loads of kids in a foreign country is just terrifying - but it ends up being the most perfect of weeks.

The days are spent sight-seeing and doing activities that supposedly contribute to the kids’ curriculum, if that’s what eating gelato and going to the waxwork museum is classed as. You find yourself and Ross hanging back and making sure they’re all paired up and getting along well and everything, and it just ends up being the two of you chatting away and having the best time together. It’s so warm, and he’s there in his sunglasses and shorts and t-shirt, and you’re in a sundress with your hair up because, again, it’s so bloody hot, and you’re walking side by side having such lovely conversations and really getting to know each other, even more than you already do. I have this wonderful image in my head of you smiling with an ice cream and posing in front of the Eiffel Tower and him taking a picture of you on his phone, supposedly for you, and he has the biggest grin on his face as he takes it. He looks at it for a few seconds before showing you, and he finds himself looking at it later that evening and smiling like a kid.

After you’ve ticked off everything you wanted to do with the kids for the day, they’re all back in their hotel rooms and Ross is obviously doing the classic ‘it’s 11pm you should be asleep!’ teacher thing.

You poke your head out of your hotel room door when you hear him using his teacher voice, seeing him huffing as he walks back down the corridor. You tease him for it and watch as his face immediately breaks out into a smile, the warmest laugh escaping his lips.

“I was going to go down to the bar for a pint if they were all asleep, but it seems unlikely.” He laughs and stands in front of your hotel room, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

He’s wearing joggers and a t shirt, and you’re in your pyjamas, and it feels very domestic all of a sudden.

“I have a bottle of red wine, if you want to share?”

His face literally lights up at the offer and before you know it, you’re both sat sharing a bottle of wine in your hotel room, windows wide open as you sit on the little window seat, the coolest of summer breezes brushing your hair away from your face. You’re tired, but so unbelievably content as you chat away about a song Ross has decided to play. You find yourself laughing more than you ever have as you talk away at each other, your stomach actually hurting and tears in your eyes. He just admires you - the way your hair is up out of your face, the Disney pyjamas that were unfortunately your pjs of choice for the evening, how your eyes look all glittery in the light and after two glasses of wine.

You end up falling asleep and like the gentleman he is, he nudges you awake ever-so-gently and doesn’t leave until he knows you’re all tucked up in bed, closing your windows and making sure your door is properly locked.

I reckon it’s just a really wholesome, lovely few days, and when you get home, you feel almost sad that you’re not with him.

That is, obviously, until your phone pings and he’s sent you a message with all of the pictures he’s taken over the weekend, and two kisses on the end of it xx

#ross macdonald #the 1975 #teacher ross

[milkemie]

hihi i was wondering how did you create the bangs for maya's hair ? if you're willing to share is this a tutorial ? i lovelovelove your tiktoks, thanks !

hi! i really liked the bangs on this hairstyle so i went to blender and deleted all the hair except the bangs, and then i changed the category from hair to piercing, so i can add and remove the bangs like an accessory

i really suck at explaining things and i'm not a pro at this but i will keep that in mind! if i ever do a tutorial i will post it on tiktok so it's short and straight to the point~ and thank you so much :)

#qst

[enbesbians]

Hi fern!! I just wanted to let u know how much I love ur acc and ur writing and especially how u always respond to our messages as much as you can 🩷🩷

I’ve been feeling really really icky lately ab myself and my body, like a wave of shame that I’m plus sized and blah blah, and honestly I feel like you’ve become a bit of a safe space for me, and as a sapphic girl the way you talk ab loving and thinking that every girl is just sososo beautiful always makes me feel a bit better ab myself (and honestly a little giddy inside because the way you present yourself is really attractiveeee)

I love when you reply to questions and share little tidbits about yourself because you’re actually such an interesting (in a good way!!!) person, and I lovelovelove your writing sm - never feel like it’s not good enough because no matter what you’ve written I guarantee it’s gonna be a BANGER 🗣️🗣️

ily and take care of yourself <3

thank you for this message. i know how hard it is for anyone when it comes to the perception of themselves and how they think others may see them. women are often told to look a certain way, do certain things and certain things would dictate their feminine attributes (like body hair, the size of their hands, breasts of how they might have something like bigger calves maybe a smaller ass…) even with women who’re more in tune with their masculinity, there’s always some bullshit spewed to make them second guess their true beauty.

we often try to minimize the impact we have and the natural beauty we hold within as well as without. we think if we were to be taller or shorter or wear a smaller size in jeans we’d be better than what we are in the present. i want everyone to know the person you are and all the eras that led up to the current is authentically you. you’re allowed to feel pretty no matter where you are in terms of your image and personality— that’s what makes you, you. if you so happen do want to change yourself, it should be for the better, have healthy alternatives to reach that goal and your reasonings shouldn’t be to be perceived in societies ideals of what it might be. if you want to be a pink, girly girl who likes to wear mary jane shoes and bows, you can do that even if you could be 6ft and if you want to be this strong masculine person, that’s fine, be a little pocket masc, you can still be that too.

being on the more chubbier side shouldn’t make you feel any less attractive than you deserve to be. you may feel weary about being naked or even wearing clothes… you might feel closed in and like all eyes are just glaring at every curve like it’s disgusting but it’s not. it’s beautiful. we’re all molded in different ways, the way our body forms are created in different shapes (like how abby has more of a boxy frame— her body is straight, not much of any curve, going down and honestly i think that body type is so goddamn cute. id dina having more of a pear shape and her bottom half is slightly ‘heavy’. what about if your shoulders are more broad, possibly your feet are a bit bigger than what your height may align with, it’s fine. it’s all so gorgeous and it shows unique how woman can be made and how it creates character and depth to the person that they are).

i like to share little things about me because there’s a lot of misconceptions that im this overly confident sex machine that has everything going good for them when that’s not the case… i had lots of trauma from my image where i couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror at age 5 and didn’t even acknowledge my own existence in a positive way. when i was 18, i took the time to ask myself why i hated myself so much and most of it was illogical nit picking of what i found gross… i figured that i wasted most of my life being so hateful to myself that i didn’t allow myself to feel good… to love myself, let me feel life the way it should feel for everyone. i don’t wish that on anyone because still i find it hard to accept the body i was born into but ive come a long way to feel more confident and sexy in myself yet i still need work on loving myself. i do hope the same for you too.

#fern talks🍃 #lesbian #sapphic #wlw