#THE SOFTEST VERY FIRST REQUEST I'VE EVER GOT

[ioniansunsets]

I love all your Heartsteel hcs they are making me melt <3

Can I request a scenario of Aphelios going to non musician!readers house after a long day and then just spoil them with cuddles and hugs until they go to sleep? Hes my fave and I’m just so normal about him and the rest of Heartsteel thank you <<3

✖ Heartsteel!Aphelios Chilling with Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 1.5k

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: SORRY FOR TAKING A WHILE!!!! Wrote this with Worlds in mind! Also imagining their little collab with Knotted + The Rocklove apparel drop❤️ Our boys have been busy.

I...also got really carried away, I just like soft warm domestic established relationships..........

Also doing this with the headcanon that Aphelios can still very softly whisper (like how he talks to Alune). He can sign, he can type fast with just one hand but! His favorite thing is to let you, his precious partner, hear him when it really matters.

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It was a long month for Aphelios. He wasn't, miserable, to speak but he was slowly reaching his (already low) mental limit. The stress of performing in front of millions truly catching up to him.

Heartsteel was finally going to perform on stage so it has been practice after practice. Photoshoots, interviews, Instagram lives, meetups for collabs at stores, showcases for new merch, feedback for social media content, approving this and that. It has been non stop work and Aphelios was far beyond burnt out.

He was exhausted and he hasn't seen you in days. As such, when Alune finally squeezed some time out of everyone's schedule to give them a day off (after a grueling final full dressed practice run right before the actual performance day) the first thing he did was grab a ride to your place. It was a quick goodbye wave to the other members, thanking the staff with a curt bow before he ran to grab his stuff, change and fucking book it. Dropping you a message on Discord to let you know he was finally done and coming over as he calls for a ride.

It was late already too, the sun had set and all Aphelios could really do what think about you. Actually, all he could think about when he wasn't working on band stuff was you.

His hands and legs jittery, itching to finally see you, feel you, hear you, hold you. Oh gods, to have you in his arms again. He sucks in a breath at the thought.

How he so craves you to salve his faltering, exhausted soul. He sighs, turning up the music in his headphones as he leans against the window of the passenger's side. Fingers tapping to the beat as he tries to calm down, a smile on his face already at the thought of seeing you again.

He wasn't used to this. Being away from you this long and being so busy as to not even be able to chat with you often. Before Heartsteel picked up traction the two of you were practically inseparable, he would spend time writing songs in your room as you worked. Or Aphelios would just invite you over to his place to chill as he made music. The simple joys of being able to work from home as an artist. But alas, fame comes with responsibilities, and as much as he loves finally making it in the scene, it was tough going through the withdrawal of not being by your side.

His heart races in anticipation as the car stops at an all too familiar road. Grabbing his things, he pays and leaves, slamming the door to the car shut.

Aphelios was practically flying up the steps to your apartment, out the cab he half walked, half ran to your door. Standing by the gate as he calls you to let you know he's here.

When you finally open the door, you're met with the most excited smile, his eyes almost close with how wide he is smiling.

Your usually calm and cool boyfriend dropping everything he was holding to throw himself into your arms the second the door opened. The softest of his whispers as he presses his cheek against yours.

" I've missed you, so much."

You could tell, the way his body sinks into yours. The way his arms grasp you tighter than he ever has. The way he lightly nuzzles you. So uncharacteristic but so understandable at the same time. You laugh a little, telling him how much you missed him too as you held him close.

" Let's stop standing by the door. Come in Phel."

His shoulders rise and fall in a silent chuckle as he picks up his things form the floor to step into your house.

It was the usual domestic slice of life happenings that he was so used to doing. The absolute heartwarming comfort of just going on autopilot. Putting his things in the same spot he always has in your room. Going to get a bath, grabbing a change of clothes from his own shelf by your bed. The way you already helped make him dinner while he was bathing because you just know he hasn't eaten all day. It was perfect, it was like how things always was. A reminder that even though so much was going on, he was still yours as much as you were his.

" I'm excited for you. But you sure you can stay the night? You'll have to wake up earlier than if you stayed with the band you know?"

[ Being by your side is the only way I'll be able to calm down before tomorrow. It's worth the hour of sleep I'll miss not being in the venue hotel.]

The two of you update each other on your lives as he ate. You telling him about the things that happened through the month, watching small videos he took behind the scenes of the shoots, making fun of the other members together as you sit by his side by the dining table. You telling him about your time with your friends, telling him how much you missed him, how happy you were to be with him again too. And oh, the way his leg would reach out to yours, his foot lightly hooking you by the ankle to feel you close as his hands were busy with eating and typing to you about his day. It was nice. It was right. It was the cute little things that you were so used to with Aphelios. Your own hand reaching back out to hold his side. Aphelios' eyes closing as he takes a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of you holding him close after day after day of the noisy meals with the band or the desperately lonely silence of eating in a changing room between sets. It was a nice change of pace to finally be here with you.

Time ticks by and soon enough it was getting really late. Aphelios insisting to help you with the dishes since you cooked, so you did him a service by just hugging him lovingly from behind, giving the back of his neck soft kisses as he smiles with his head tilted to the side so you can rest your head on his shoulder.

" Sleep?"

You ask him softly as he puts the dishes away and dries his hands. Aphelios nods, it was getting late and he had to wake up at 5am to go through even more preparations tomorrow, but that's tomorrow Aphelios' problems. He shoves the thoughts to the back of his mind as he focuses back on you and your beautiful face.

Slowly the two of you walk up to your room, just like everything else, a warm familiarity as he walks to lie down exhausted, on his designated spot on the bed, pulling over some of his plushies that he left at your place as you join him in bed. As you crawl onto the soft bed and lie down, almost instantly you were pulled in close, his arms wrapping around you tight as he sighs again with a smile, enjoying the skinship.

The two of you get comfortable, his face lightly pressed into your shoulder as he laid in your arms. One of your hands around him as the other lightly strokes his hair, comforting him from all the work he has put in to reach where he was. Aphelios just couldn't help but feel all his trouble melt away, that ache in his muscles magically leaving him. Trying his best to fight off sleep as he wants to spend every minute more with you. It was not enough, never enough. Hours, days, years, spent by your side but in the end, all he can do now is but enjoys the little seconds before his consciousness wanes.

Once again, the warm comfort of the usual that has now become but a precious rarity. As he flits in and out of consciousness, he does one final act of love. You smile as he pulls himself up closer to your ears.

" I love you. Goodnight..."

As you adjust yourself to face him, you're met with a warm smile, his dyed hair falling softly around him on you, an almost ethereal glow on his skin from the moonlight seeping in from your window as he blinks at you with half lidded eyes, barely open from exhaustion. Truly a beautiful sight, one that you can't help but to cherish.

" I love you too Phel. Rest well."

You reach out to give him a gentle goodnight kiss on his lips, and just like tonight, and all the nights you have spent, and will spend, with him, he reaches out and kisses you back. So matter of fact, so expected that it was almost comical. He loves you and you love him. And that was right. Slowly the two of you fall asleep in each others arms once again.

#I'll proof read this tmr #its 8am why am i writing at 8am #>< hes so...baby i love him and i want to take care of him #Aphelios #Heartsteel!Aphelios #Aphelios x Reader #Heartsteel!Aphelios x Reader #Aphelios League of Legends #Aphelios LoL #Aphelios League #Anon Answer #SCENARIO #League of Legends Scenario

[moodymisty]

Hello 🌹I hope you are doing well in life. I'm so glad you're accepting requests again. In a way, I've been coming to tumblr for your blog lately✨ Sanguinius/aristocratic reader from Terra. A performance or concert on the next conquered planet. It was a long campaign, it took several primarchs to subjugate the world. And now the event is going on (they are in a separate box), the reader becomes bored and she casually invites Sanguinius to do something more interesting (🤭❤️‍🔥). He says that his brothers or sons may hear. And the reader objects that they are probably busy with something else and will not pay attention. As a result, someone heard it and was very surprised that the reader was capable of such a thing. And she calmly reacts something like “you underestimate my power”))) Something like this, you can change the conditions in any direction❤

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: So sorry for this taking so long first of all! This one got stuck at the bottom of my ask box and I've finally gotten to it. I hope you enjoy and that it's worth the wait!

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some semi-public handsiness, The implication of Sanguinius drinking your blood and enjoying it

Word Count: 1046

"If I'd known this would end up so boring, I would've considered faking being sick."

Sanguinus with an ever so slight turn of his head, looks down at you from the corner of his eye and smiles.

"Then I would've had to rely on Corvus to help me negotiate. Would you not spare me such a fate?"

You jokingly reply that perhaps you would, though it's not as if he often needs it.

Sanguinius; The Great Angel, the son of the Emperor, but foremost a mutant. It hadn't been easy, making so many overlook such a glaring, unmissable detail. Even with as resplendent as he is, it is impossible to ignore the great white wings that cue into his technically mutated being.

Residents of the current Imperium have, but many planets that the Blood Angels come across have less than stellar reactions to Sanguinius on first impression.

Impressions after however, tend to fair far better.

Leaning back into the plush seat you look away from whatever display the planet is putting on- the closest word you can use for it is play- and your head tilts to rest on Sanguinius' bicep. He's no longer dawning his armor, though his sword rests right beside him, and instead is dressed up in ornate woven clothing from Baal.

In red, of course. Part of you wonders if he simply prefers to match his legion's title, or if he enjoys being a cliche.

You attempt to hold back a sigh, and instead let out a yawn and roll your eyes. If you're bored, you can't imagine how his men are feeling, having been on the battlefield not two days ago and are now here chomping at the bit.

"Why can't we return to your quarters on the Red Tear already?"

Sanguinus looks down at you as you lean against him. His smile isn't as wide as it was before, still sitting upright.

"You're lucky my brothers aren't within earshot to misconstrue your words, my love."

Though they are here. You can't find Corvus, but you do see Guilliman in his distinctive blue across the theater; Though his head is hung oddly low.

You elect not to point out to Sanguinius that he's fallen asleep.

"And how do you know that they would be misconstruing it?" You say instead, looking up towards him and failing to completely hold in a devious smirk.

Sanguinus, instead of taking the demure but seductive bait you’ve laid out for him, scolds you instead.

"You should clean that mouth of yours then, with my sons so close."

As if Sanguinius has never before said something a bit lewd. You roll your eyes and look up at him with the sweetest, softest face you can muster, head tilted to one side.

“I highly doubt they are be able to hear us in a room this soundproofed.”

You know that despite your high collared clothes that there's a mark- one of many- he's left on your neck that's still fading, and it's implication might be just the thing you need to bring him closer to you.

When your lips touch finished speaking you watch the way his eyes leave your own for a moment, darting downward.

While you know that in almost every aspect he can overpower you, outsmart you, at the end of the day he is still distinctly human.

"I think that mind of yours will be one of the few things I will never truly understand."

Sanguinus' massive size difference often times makes the simplest of things so difficult, as he presses a hand into the arm of your chair farthest away in order to lean down closer to you.

His eyes are soft, ever so slightly hooded, as his hair tickles your cheek. You had little interest in the spectacle put on for your beloved to begin with, but now that you have his complete attention it’s faded to little more than background noise.

His lips press against yours, warm- trapping your upper lip between his own. You can't help but softly moan into his mouth as you finally get what you wanted, feeling his other hand lay against your thigh.

It dances along your leg, large and covering so much of your thigh; Now it sits tantalizingly close to the apex. Your legs spread slightly to give him room that you desperately hope he'll make use of, not that you've convinced him. Your body is hot, lower stomach tight.

When he pulls away he doesn't leave for long, lips drifting across your cheek before pressing against the pulse point just below the corner of your jaw.

He can feel the way your blood pulses underneath your skin, against his lips, and his desire grows. He likes to torture himself with it, perhaps. With the sound of your heartbeat, and the though of a taste.

Sanguinus has nigh unbeatable restraint when it comes to the curse put upon him and his sons, but it doesn’t mean you haven’t convinced him to give in once or twice.

His lips brush along your neck and your hands weave into his hair, breaths becoming quicker. Sanguinus, once against the idea now presses against you harder, pushing you into the seat, his hesitance forgotten or simply abandoned.

Neither of you hear the sound of the door to the private stall opening until it is almost too late, and two of his sons spot their primarch quickly pulling away from you and leaning back upright. He looks at them, turned in his seat. Sanguinus looks as picturesque as usual apart from a slightly jostling of his hair, but you look out of breath, clothes wrinkled.

The slightly larger of the two Astartes clears his throat.

"Lord Sanguinus," The Blood Angel nearly stumbles over his words in a rare fit of discomfort.

"We should depart now. Corvus wishes to speak to you aboard the Red Tear."

The angel nods to his sons and rises, before offering you one massive hand. You gently take it, and he looks down at you and shakes his head. You know exactly what he’s thinking and you can’t help feel a bit prideful about it, even more so when he leans down just slightly to whisper to you.

"You will be my end, you know."

#sanguinius x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[chiiyuuvv]

XIKERS LATESTAMPS °

• PAIRING — xikers!bestfriend x reader

• GENRE — basically xikers late hours but I wanted to change the name, clingy, cuddly, fluffy, cute, soft, delulu, single.. you get the point

• WORD COUNT — 927

• AUTHORS NOTE — wanted to take a small break of requests because I've been doing them back to back and it's starting to get a little tiring.. </3 this is actually going to be 'xikers when they think you've fallen asleep' but after writing minjaes I realized it was nowhere near that but I didnt want to start over so yeah, basically xikers late hours pt. 2 but I wanted to change the name, so xikers latestamps ✨ get it? Anyways sorry for rambling but I'm gonna write a imagine that I've been thinking about for a while and then get back to requests.. thank you for request btw!! ♡

MASTERLIST!

Minjae ☆

11:34

You and minjae were watching a movie when he heard you snoring

He looks over at you with a small chuckle before turning off the tv and tossing a blanket over your body

His heart would flutter like crazy has he watches you sleep peacefully, when a strand of hair falls in your face

Would tuck it behind your ear as he let's out a sigh "I dont know what I'd do without you.. I love you so so much."

You could hear him slightly through your dreams as a small smile forms, minjae taking the opportunity to cup your cheeks and lay a soft kiss on it ♡

Junmin ☆

8:40

You and junmin were scrolling through your phones when you fell asleep

Junmin didnt notice at first until he heard the thud of your phone dropping

Picking it up and scooting closer to you, he would take your phone and take a bunch of embarrassing photos of you sleeping

Until he got an idea

"Poppy poppy poppy pop" he'd bounce the camera on your face ♡

Sumin ☆

10:05

Would let out the cutest giggle as he watches you close your eyes 🥺🥺

Makes conversation with you, even though you were asleep

"I think.. I'm in love with you." "You're so pretty and my heart always flutters when you smile."

"Wow.. I'm really in love." He would rest on his arms, looking over at you with the softest smile

Hes scared that you wouldnt like him back, but it didnt matter to him. As long as he had you, he was fine ♡

Jinsik ☆

10:59

"Oh. Did you fall asleep?" Jinsik would smile as he crouches down to your level, a small on his face as he rubs your hair

He would notice that you were shivering, so he got up to find you a blanket

He would also notice how you'd smile ever so slightly, and the smile on his face would get even bigger

Plays with your hair as he watches you sleep, until you start moving

"What's wrong..?" He'd whisper as you slowly open your eyes. "Come sleep with me.." you'd whisper back, holding out your arms to hug you tightly

Which he does, a goofy smile and blush covering his face

Hyunwoo ☆

6:23

Hyunwoo was talking about something and so you decided to prank him

You'd lay down all nice and comfortable before shutting your eyes, pretending like you were sleep

A very pouty baby when he finally notices you "come on.. wake up!!" He'd shake you awake, patting your arms

Would let out a whine when you ignore him, turning his back on you as he crosses his arms "meanie"

But you'd 'wake up', and wrap your hands around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you hug him tightly ♡

Junghoon ☆

9:05

He would get clueless on how you were so energetic one second, then fully knocked out the next second.. but would shrug it off

Lays down next to you as he takes time to admire your sleeping figure, tracing your face with his eyes

Really really wants to touch you, but would get too scared, thinking you would magically wake up and would get angry

That was until he heard you mumbling his name

And would intertwine his hand with yours, falling asleep ♡

Seeun ☆

12:53

You were laying on seeuns lap when you closed your eyes for a little too long

And of course seeun noticed and decided to mess with you

"Paboooo!!" He'd whisper into your ear, lightly blowing on it as he let's out a giggle

Would laugh even more when he sees you frown, before leaving you alone

Leans back on the bed frame as he cards his fingers through your hair, tucking you in more

"I love you!!" He would quickly whisper before scrolling through his phone ♡

Yujun ☆

2:10

You and yujun were laying down face to face. It was 2 in the morning and you were up chatting and laughing

Yujun tells another joke as you laugh tiredly, your eyes closing as you can feel the sleepiness wash over you

Yujun takes notice as he inches towards you "so pretty.." he'd whisper as he'd stare at you

And his gaze would fall to your lips and he feels this type of gravity pushing him to it, softly laying his lips on yours

As he'd pull away your eyes would shoot open as you stare at each other, redder than a strawberry ♡

Hunter ☆

1:26

You were about to pull an all-nighter when you suddenly feel someone wrap their arms around you and pick you up

"Y-yah hunter what are you doing??!" You'd shout as hunter quickly turns off your computer, throwing you onto your bed before hitting you with a pillow

Repeatedly, until you tell him to stop

Would trap you with his body with the goofiest smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his head into your neck

But after a few minutes he would toss over and pull you into a big hug, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back as he whispers "goodnight~~" ♡

Yechan ☆

4:12

"Yechan.. yechan-ahh..!!" You'd poke his cheek tiredly, as the two of you are not trying to fall asleep

But it fails as yechan rests his head on your shoulder

"Shh.. j-just do to sleep.." he'd lazily bring his finger to your lips, making you lay your head on his

In which you do, wrapping each others arms around the other for warmth

When you wake up, you would be so blushy and shy ♡

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[jungwnies]

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ ateez | s. how ateez would act as your husband ! | p. husband!ateez x gn!reader ! | g. romance, fluff, headcanon, slightly suggestive ! | wc. ~0.8k !

⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ requested by anon !

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HONGJOONG — 홍중

oh my gosh don’t even get me started with this

joong would literally be the best husband ever he’s so sweet

and he’s soooo selfless

the amount of patience he has

the way he’s willing to do anything for you already has me weak in the knees

he’s always giving you the softest kisses and the warmest hugs along with the sweetest gestures

he does so many things to surprise you

this man is literally S tier husband material

he’s what everyone should aspire to have in a husband

SEONGHWA — 선화

seonghwa is so sexy for starters

would definitely be the sexiest husband lmfaoooo

but he's also so sweet and understanding

sometimes he doesn't communicate things but his actions show enough of his love

he's sweet and caring

and he's always spoiling you with his love

i am a strong believer of gift giving seonghwa

he's like a husband and sugar daddy in one

YUNHO — 윤호

i always tell my friends how husband material yunho is

but i don't think that i've ever expanded or explained myself

first, he's the tall guy

the way he would hover over you and give you the biggest and warmest hugs

secondly, he's an aries

he's can be hot or cold

he's got this fire in him that i don't think a lot of people see

i think yunho is the biggest caregiver

he cares a lot

and as your husband everything he does is because of you

you are constantly in the back of his mind

he's so in love with you

it's crazy

YEOSANG — 여상

cute

i just can't see yeosang as a husband

YALL I KNOW

I KNOW IM SORRY

but if he was supposed to be a husband then i think that

he would be very sweet

he would listen to everything you had to say

and he would always be curious about your life and what went on

yeosang seems insanely attentive and he would not forget anything you tell him

he's the husband that you can trust with all your secrets, dirty or clean

he keeps it all to himself

SAN — 산

okay now

san as a husband is very

very very very

possessive

have y'all seen the way he asserts his DoMiNaNcE to seonghwa whenever he gets too close to wooyoung????

being you boyfriend just wasn't enough

so he married you

he loves you a lot

and he would not let anything happen to you

although he displays some cold demeanor he is such a softy

i don't think he's a sub or anything but he's just a soft

and he's more into all the vanilla shit than you might think

in summation, san is possessive and sweet; nothing less.

MINGI — 민기

mingi

oh sweet mingi

he is such a sweet husband

he's such a jokester

and he's always making witty comments

tells you what goes on during his day

as your husband he trusts you with everything

he tells you everything, all the kpop drama, the woosan drama

you name it

mingi also is very protective over you

not possessive but protective

he would take not one bullet but multiple bullets for you

mingi is such a sweetheart and he would make for a very trusting and witty partner

WOOYOUNG — 우영

bold of you to assume that he's not already married to san or something as best friends

i think wooyoung as a husband is fun

he is very fun and is always looking for something to do

i think he's super sweet and always doing things to make you laugh

he's someone who can be your shoulder to cry on

someone who can be your rock

wooyoung is always there for you

you could always trust him

like

always

and he's always so soft with you

just his touch, his gaze, everything.

JONGHO — 종호

i feel like he's the husband everyone wanted when they were little

the fairytale husband

the one who opens jars when they're stuck

the one who holds doors open for you

your high school sweetheart that you just had your happily ever after with

jongho is also a great listener

always willing to listen to everything you have to say

someone who can also be your rock or your shoulder to lean on

and im sure it works both ways

jongho doesn't just settle with anyone

so if you're his partner then you'll be treated like it

i think he's the perfect husband

the token traditional husband

2022 © jungwnies

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[lighthousegod]

WHAT IS MY CAT

Hey, so I have a Cat Question (or more like a Cat Request, really) and was hoping the science (??) side of tumblr, or cat identifying side of tumblr, or something like that, could help?

So, I got my cat Mikey (Michelangelo Mayhem Apollo *last name*) in January of 2022. The vets estimated she was about 3 months old. She was found by a family friend we met through my grandma, who is a manager at a vet clinic herself. Unfortunately, her areas of expertise are horses and dogs, so she could only help so much. I'm looking to find out what breeds Mikey may have in her.

Physically, Mikey has only gotten stranger (and cuter, ofc) as she's gotten older. She is a looong cat. She's got longer legs than my roommates' male cat at 1 year old. Her tail is much longer than other cats I've been around too, about the length of her torso. Despite that, she's not very big. She's skinny, and pretty small compared to our medium sized male cat back home.

She's also got big ears. I thought she'd grow into them, but they still look kinda big compared to our other cats. They even have the slightest hint of a tuft coming off the ends, but I think that's more likely to be her long-ish fur.

That's another thing- her fur. I say long-ISH because it's not quite domestic-long-hair-long. The vet called her a domestic medium hair, which I didn't know was a thing. She's a calico, with half of her face being black, the other (right) side being orange, and a cute white strip down her nose leading to her white chin and chest. Her fur pattern is pretty regular for a calico, but that's not even the weird part-

Her fur is CRAZY soft. Like, for the longest I thought my fluffy grey and white tabby, Loki, was the softest I'd ever felt, but she takes the cake over any of mine, or my friends, or any alley cats I've had the pleasure of petting. The best I can describe it is like- you know when kittens are real little? Their coats aren't fully grown in and their fur is almost like down on a baby duck or smth- all fuzzy and soft as a cloud and sticking out everywhere. It's like that, even as she's grown a little, all the time. It lays down mostly now, and looks more silky than downy, but the softness is still there. Still, it's not all that thick. My roommates short hair is so much denser, where as Mike's hair seems so light. I've even had other cat owner friends comment on it, wondering why she was so soft ("but silky? Like, not fuzzy. Loki is fuzzy, but she's silky. Its weird")

Jumping back to bone structure and how long she is, though, she's got a long face, too. Not quite like a Siamese or Oriental breed, her nose is much longer than any of my other cats. My dad says her face looks like a lizard or a dragon, while my other cat's face is like a racoon (Idk man he's weird). Either way, she does have a sort of long, more harsh bone leading to her nose that reminds me of those two breeds I mentioned before, and they do also have long limbs and ears, but she just looks too different from them for that to be all she is. She is definitely a mix.

(If you read this far, here's a pic. Sorry for holding out on you.)

Now, let us discuss Michael's... strange... attitude.

She is a sweetheart. And when I say that, I really mean it. She's very vocal, and greets me every time I open my door. She purrs all the time, even when she's just looking at me. I love her so so so much god.

She is also insane. She yells a LOT. She never (or rather hasn't??) Grown out of that high pitched kitten meow even though she's over a year old. I think she just likes talking. I know Orientals are also known for being super vocal, so maybe that's got something to do with it, but there's more to it. She still acts like a kitten, running around SO much more than my other cats. Her "zoomies" are frequent, and while she isn't attacking my feet under the covers constantly anymore (my first 6 months with her were hell and I have the scars to prove it), she IS still PARKOURING OFF OF WALLS??? AND SHE'S ONLY GETTING BETTER AT IT. I swear she gets both feet on there, catapulting herself off like. On x games mode for real.

But yeah, she still acts like a kitten, mostly. Still looks like one a bit. I have a sneaking suspicion she could be a slow maturing breed, or at least a mix of one with something else, but I'm not sure what breed that would be.

Also, important note: she acts like a dog. She "talks" like one, plays fetch like one (she taught herself), and her romping with other cats really does just seem more like puppy play. She trots around like a little horse too, which isn't that important but it's very cute. And she's just so smart. Like I said, taught herself fetch (which isn't as uncommon as you may think, apparently), and can even PLAY GAMES that she MAKES UP.

Once, when I was at my first university, my dad came up to visit. I wanted to show him she could fetch as she'd just learned recently, and when I threw it she excitedly chased it and... brought it back to my dad instead of me. So, okay, fine, she just doesn't wanna play with me. Be that way. Except, the next time she brought it to me. And then to dad, and then to me again. And it became clear she was doing that on purpose. But soon, she broke the pattern, and picked dad over me again. I assumed we were all done and pretended I wasn't betrayed, but NO. She then proceeded to bring it back twice in a row to ME, and then to him twice, and the me again. Like, I know that's not that impressive. But my other cats don't even know what to do with their toys besides bat them around. It was big for a little kitten to be making up games and shit. Maybe she's just extra creative, idk, but it was wild. She still fetches to this day, until her balls all unraveled and she can get a new one.

Anyway, she's just. Such a weirdo. She's terrified of the car (it makes her carsick, but it didn't when she was younger), and she's scared of outside despite her curiosity(the lady who found her lived pretty remote. I got her because I thought she was affectionate and calm. Turns out she was just sick, and actually is insane! But very affectionate still. My mom has a theory that she fears going outside because she was sick and alone in the cold woods for a while as a baby.)

Alright. I think that's it? Idk I'm long-winded as hell and I'm sorry for that. But I hope someone may know some breeds who are known for her physical traits, and maybe these personality traits as well? We'll see. So anyway, thanks for meeting Mikey! Feel free to call her any iteration of Michael (Myers, Afton, Jackson, B. Jackson, Jordan, whatever floats your boat.)

Here's some more pics :)

#cat breed #cats #calico #my cat #cats of tumblr #science side of tumblr #science side please explain #veterinary #kitten #not like discord kitten #like my actual cat #she is just a baby #dont be weird

[phil-lesterfan]

yaoi scholar….. pls i finished the untamed and word of honor what should my next drama be 👀 (happy endings only pls)

also i wanna know your fav bls. if you’ve the time!!

hallo! i didn't mean to let this sit for so long, but i've been using my phone more and don't like answering asks there. i don't actually know many cdramas, but i've got other dramas to rec, if that's alright!

(C/K/J)DRAMAS/LAKORNS:

sotus & sotus s (thai)*

history3: trapped (taiwanese)

seven days (japanese)*

manner of death (thai)*

restart after coming back home (japanese)*

together with me (thai)

long time no see (korean)

semantic error (korean)*

you can watch 2moons2 for the full story, but honestly, the original 2moons mingkit cut is everything to me (thai)*

*based off novel/manga/manhwa

20 of my fav bls under the cut :)

initially, i was going to call it my "top 10", but it's not my top ten, it's just favs that i really love or think you (sara) would also enjoy. so it's just 20 "random" favs. if you (general) want, i can upload the 200+ long list and even include "reviews" of my favourites, but i'll only do that upon request. also here's my blanket rec for mxtx's works. svsss is my fav. i'm very easy. thank you <3

20 OF MY FAV BLS:

sotus is very dear to my heart. i watched it right before i went to university, so it really set that mood for me lol it's not a perfect story, the audio is shit at some parts, and the acting was sometimes stiff, but when the show hit, my fucking god did it HIT. of course i roped all my friends into watching it. it was based on a novel, but the novel didn't particularly stand out to me (sorry). there's also a manga now (3 vols) but i'm just loyal to the show, y'know? it also has a sequel, and that one made one of my friend cry (i actually had to pause the show lol), but for me, the first season is what's rly stellar. (lakorn / rewatches: 4? 5? a lot?)

sasaki and miyano by syou harusono is such an easy read, with lovely art, cute characters, and the softest, sweetest romance. it makes me feel like i've been hit by a car, then the car backed up and drove over me again. sasaki is the light of my life (and also if i looked like him, i'd never shut up. and i project just a little bit too bc oh he just like me fr), and everyday i think about making him my pfp. i owe syou harusono my life. i want to say more about this bc it rly is my fav manga perhaps of all time but that also means i can't say more about it LOL (manga / rereads: 6)

the cat proposed (bakeneko katatte sourou) by hayane dento is quite possibly the best manga i've ever read. the writing is so beautiful, and it's a really relatable and inspiring story for me. plus it's got catboys. *motions to my dnp catboy pfp* but in all seriousness, it's a genuinely great story that squeezes my heart and leaves me in tears (manga / rereads: 5)

doukyuusei is a certified bl classic. i've not read the entire manga series, but i've got the anime film saved to my laptop. that was another thing i roped all my friends into watching, and yes, everyone was gagged (animanga / rewatches: 4?)

koimonogatari by tagura tohru is incomplete, and the "love" part isn't there yet, but my fucking god. i think i just picked it up for funsies at the bookstore, but man was i unprepared. it's not a fun read by any means, nor is it easy, it's actually pretty brutal, but it's a good story, so i felt i should include it. (it is one of my faves) (manga / rereads: none bc i will kill myself.)

summer of you (kimi wa natsu no naka) by furuya nagisa changed me. it was one of those manga that was in my to read list for a really long time, but i just never did it. when i finally did, i totally regret putting it off. i think i cried. it has a sequel (summer with you), and that was good too, but that first one just really got me (manga / rereads: 1)

fools by yeongha has an art style i will forever be jealous of. the original, that is. i'm sure the remastered version is great, and probably the one i should read, but i'm just way too attached to the original and the art is (in my opinion) way better. the story is fun and sweet, and i read it at another formative time in my life. *jazz hands* (manhwa / rereads: 3)

my darling signed in by dimang and new lung. if there's one thing about me, i'm gonna read a video game catfish story. this manhwa is so fucking ridiculous, but i love it. it actually gets pretty dark, which took me by surprise the first time i read it, but it's not between the main cp, if you're worried about that (manhwa / rereads: 3)

dasadanan by herb mandu also has just lovely art. i can just stare at it for ages bc i'm so obsessed. also there's side gl, and i love those two girls so damn much. the story is very easy to read, fluffy, and it's just good feelings all around. it also has some really silly extras. (manhwa / rereads: 4)

history3: trapped is so... it is also dear to me. the main couple is funny and cute; however, it's the side couple that really gets to me. they're so ridiculous and fun, and the actor for zhao zi is an acrobat? does acrobatic dance? i'm not sure exactly, but they wanted to showcase that so he'd just be doing some random gymnast shit for no reason and it's so funny. and jack was made in a lab for me, so. y'know. (drama / rewatches: 2, about to be 3)

glasses cloth and playlist by gwak jonpil was recommended to me by a friend i believe, and i'm so glad i read it. it's another easy read and also very ridiculous, but when i say something is "ridiculous", that's usually a huge compliment. i LOLed at, like, every other panel. the main cp is so damn ridiculous, and i adore them. (manhwa / rereads: 1)

starting with a lie by liang azha has the softest art i've ever seen. that manhua is like a warm hug, if a warm hug also had you gritting your teeth and clenching your fists because GODDAMN JUST GET TOGETHER FOR REAL ALREADY! i love it. oh, but i don't like qiu tian. sorry. (manhua / rereads: 2)

how to survive as a villain by yi yi yi yi is... look, i'm sure it has flaws, right? every story has flaws, but wherever they are, i did not see them. i mean, it's a little bit ridiculous at times, but again, "ridiculous", and the mc was transmigrated into a once-good now-trashy harem novel. and he's also smart but oblivious. bound to be a little bit silly. but also this novel ripped out my heart and stomped on it. and i thought it wouldn't happen with the manhua, but i cried then too. what the hell. i really enjoyed this story, and i think it's what got me into transmigration stories in general :P (danmei / rereads: 2)

a shoulder to cry on by dongmul. okay. OKAY. this is not a "happy" story to most. also the ending without the extras/epilogue is bittersweet to ambiguous. the issue here is that I LOVE ENDINGS LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!! this story is so damn good and i like the art a lot and god, some of the quotes? every time i reach certain scenes i have to pause and stare at the wall because no fucking way. it's just too good. i should go ahead and warn that the couple doesn't have the healthiest of dynamics and their relationship starts bc one of them lies and accuses the other of sexual harassment, so. i'm just letting you know now. but i let myself have toxic yaoi. as a treat. tbh to me it's not that bad, but i know everyone has different intensity levels, so. (manhwa / rereads: 3)

never understand by bbong is an... interesting read. arguably more toxic yaoi, and everyone at times can be kind of awful and annoying, but i think that's fun. sorry. i vividly remember reading this for the first time. for some reason. also, as with a good amount of manhwa that i read in my more formative years, i like this art style. (manhwa / rereads: 1)

semantic error by j soori and angy kim is a lot more graphic and hardcore (sex-wise) than the kdrama, which makes sense, but like... DAMN! my toxic trait is that every three panels i pause and go "hey does anyone else think these guys look like jaedo?" and the sniper that's supposed to shoot me any time i bring up rps lets me live because i'm objectively right. the characters are so damn infuriating, but i like watching car crashes, so it's alright. plus the art is good and, well, i never said i don't ship jaedo. *glass next to me explodes after a bullet cuts through it* whatever! (rereads: none bc it ended not that long ago. but i'll probably reread it soon)

no.6 by asano atsuko and here comes all the haters being like, "oh, that's not bl!" "that's more than bl!" "[some more dumb shit i don't care about]!" suck my pussy. i don't care. i loooove the novels and hope we get a printed official english translation. people are right to say the romance isn't the focus, but it's there, and honestly, i love plotty shit. i've heard it's supposed to be the "happy version" of banana fish or whatever the fuck, but damn if that's not a fucked up version of happy. i sobbed my fucking eyes out (novel & animanga / rereads: 2)

snow fairy by serizawa tomo. i'm not gonna lie, i don't remember this story, but on my big list it has a heart next to it, and i feel like i cried when i read it. i've said i've cried about like half of these, and i cry when i see something cute or when i think about my blorbo or when a song is pretty, so that means nothing. but this one really got to me! i think it was just a simple story with lovely art. it aches, maybe. actually, i've just found my initial review, which reads: "im so miserable....." (rereads: none, but i'd like to reread it asap)

bj alex by mingwa. insert loud and disappointed "ooh" from the crowd bc really, phil-lesterfan? i thought you were a scholar? with taste? LOOK. i know this is a basic manhwa, and i couldn't give a rat's ass about the side cp, but ahn jiwon somehow became pookie. it is agonising, though, 'cause like i said, i don't care about the side cp, but oh my fucking god, it feels like everyone else only cares about them. shoot me. also the side cp is into bdsm, but you can skip over their shit honestly. (rereads: 2)

aien catharsis by oshima kamome was another manga that'd been in my tbr list for ages. i really like how the story feels. aaaaand i just reread it and ah. i see why it affected me. (if you can guess what line stuck out to me, lmk, i'd love to hear it heh) it's historical fiction and has lovely art. tw for sexual assault, but it's not between the cp and it's also not shown. (manga / rereads: 2)

like i said, i have a lot more favs, so if anyone wants the full list, just ask. or if you don't want the full list, i can give rec lists for certain genres or just manga or just danmei, etc, etc. i know i'm in batman hell right now (ah. western yaoi....), but i've been fujoshing since i was like... ten. okay this is of course way longer than it should be. hope u enjoy if you read any of these ^_^ <3

#ask #it was SO HARD not to give honorable mentions #bc it's like. well . it shouldn't be a mention if it's another fav #anyway i'm sorry for having questionable tastes and liking unhealthy pairings. well. i'm not sorry but i'll say it anyway

[winniewings]

Her name is Sarah : Part 8 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x original female character

Warnings : Past rape, protagonist was sexual abuse victim, past abuse, scars, blood .

Summary : Who could say that a normal night walk would change Bucky Barnes life forever, when he finds a distressed woman with blood stained clothes seated next to a New York’s street dust bin , holding her naked newborn baby in her arms staring at the blue eyed man with her vulnareble hazel eyes.

Part 8 (Part 7)

“ I'll wash this cloth" Wanda announced amiably, after picking up the softest piece of fabric she had ever seen, that the nameless lady used to clean the little baby's mouth when he had let some milk spill from his mouth . The strong eye contact that Wanda held with the lady during that milisecond  made her realize how broken and vulnerable this woman was. The pain that her light orange eyes carried was unimaginable for anyone to even comprehend and to remember what sort of abuse those orbs have witnessed gave the witch legit goosebumps. 

Wanda had just straightened her body when she heard a very soft yet unsure request.

“ I… I need to use the bathroom. Could you please watch over him while I'm away …?” The soft lips of the abused woman muttered after keeping her sleeping baby on the bed. 

“Sure…” Natasha replied, surprised that the lady asked them for help, “of course”.

The redhead noticed how sorrow appeared and vanished from the woman's bruised face as a response and she slowly got up from the mattress with the help of Wanda, who held her arms gently, while Natasha sat on the edge of the bed to give her child company. 

“Do you want me to accompany you to the washroom?” Wanda asked the lady. 

“ No… I'm fine... thanks” the lady replied, not meeting the witches' eyes and walking away from Wanda's helpful grip, slowly and carefully not to fall down . 

 Wanda did not really want to let go of her, but insisting would make the matters worse, so she watched the woman approach the washroom all by herself. However, the suffering woman stopped her pace and changed her feet ' direction when her eyes fell on the full body size mirror that was just 3 feet away from the bedpost.

Curiosly, her feet approached the mirror, stealing both ladies' attention. At this moment, Bucky entered the room to make an announcement.

“Ladies lunch is ready!” He mouthed excitedly, and being the first person to see the amber eyed woman in front of the reflective object, he forgot that he had a world surrounding him. 

Surprised, she was staring at herself as if she was unable to believe what she was seeing... her eyes becoming cloudy with a warm painful mist that covered the color of her eyes making it seem almost like they were made of  glass .

The Amber eyed woman contemplated her bruisy reflection in the mirror for a couple of seconds more before her hand lifted up to rest on her blemished cheek. 

“ I've changed ... so much” She whispered , still unable to believe her eyes, moving her fingers downwards on her complexion until it vanished from the sight. The woman was holding back sick droplets of salty water in her lower eyelids as she glared, glared and continued to stare at her face in the glass.

The comment fell on everyone's ears, shaking some souls and freezing others as they processed this sentence silently in their respective minds.

“ Changed ? In what way?” Bucky muttered slowly, taking a couple of steps towards the lady, yet only being able to reduce some of the distance between them, as he was still standing roughly four feet away from her.

“I'm taller now … before the ground used to be so close to my face. I can't recognize myself… my face, how can this be the same little girl that used to play with her friends in the playground?” She shared… all these words coming from the deepest corners of her heart. 

 This honest confession stunned every breathing creature in that room. The lady once again brought her fingers on her face, this time, touching one of the knife cuts on her temple.

“ This was never here… all these bruises... they were never there” She spoke , heartbroken and teary eyed, but composed herself as she stared at the mirror up and down curiously. 

“This is an incredible thing. I once saw it when I was a child. What is it called?” She asked, looking back at the audience for a reply. 

“It's a mirror” Bucky replied, as he was the only one capable of responding and letting the silence reign  again. 

By and by… his brain was putting all the little bits and pieces of information about this woman's background together. 

“She was a little girl when she fell in the hands of that monster who kept her in a  room.Wait... that means that she was sexually abused since she was a child… God…tell me this is not true ” Bucky thought, silently and stopped before an urge to vomit overpowered his stomach as he began imagining this fairy-like creature with a monstrous being in the worst of the misdeeds that could be committed on the human species …by another human. 

 “A mirror” she whispered, bringing the brunet back to reality, making him step even closer to the lady and stand barely a step away from her now , staring at her with eyes drowned in impossibility masked with genuine adoration. His hands eventually tucked themselves inside of his jeans pockets as the staring became more intense.

“Will this mirror… be always here ?” The lady innocently asked Bucky. 

“Yes… it's fixed on the wall. You can stare at it whenever you want. One uses it on a daily basis, when we get ready in the morning or at night” The Winter soldier explained, seeing that this object provoked a great amount of curiosity in the woman and was no less than a discovery for her, to which the lady smiled in contentment, however still shyly at his reply.

 For the first time, his eyes got glued to this woman's complexion carrying a very different emotion in them, producing a very deep passion driven adoration that made his eyes forget to blink making them heavier than usual. When he finally blinked, he consciously moved his gaze away from her gorgeous face and began looking everywhere but her trying to think why on earth did he come here in the first place.

“... it's lunch time... food’s ready... I just came here to tell you guys that”Bucky finally, thankfully remembered his motivation to re-enter the room and he spoke these words looking at Natasha, Wanda and then finally steading his glare on the big round ember eyes that met his light blue ones briefly. 

 "Again?" The woman in front of him asked genuinely puzzled. 

 "What do you mean?" Buck enquired back.

"They gave me food in the hospital, in the morning" 

 "But that was breakfast, it's 2:00 now…" Bucky replied, trying to find his answers in the lady's ambers. 

 "It's still bright outside" The lady mumbled in a lost manner, turning her head towards the window. 

"Yeah" 

"But it did not darken after I finished my breakfast"

hi guys! Hope you are enjoying this story. This chapter was filled with implicit mentions of our protagonist's past and her far from normal life. I dearly pray that I do justice to the way of storytelling I am going with. I have never written anything like this before in my life. So I hope you like it. Please share your thoughts about this story, I dearly appreciate it. 

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#fan fiction #bucky barnes x ofc #her name is sarah #@vickie5446 #@vbecker10 #@lokiandbuckysdoll #@void imaginations #@i can do this all dayy

[sluggmuffin]

Hi!!!

So I’m currently on a Newsies rampage and I would like to formally request some sweet, romantic Mush fluff. Thanks!

AGHHHHH

First of all, Yay!! I love that ur on a newsies rampage, mine has been going on for months.

Secondly, I FUCKING LOVE MUSH. So here's some fluff 😁😁 (in the form of headcannons, if you want a short fic/blurb just lmk!)

♡♡

Mush's love language is touch. (And quality time, yall are practically attached at the hip)

Cuddling, hugging, handholding, and he'll do it without even knowing just holding his hand out or something for you to grab

You know the saying that's like "headphones aren't enough I need the music shoved up my ass" or whatever?

That's Mush with romance. He can never get enough.

He will make u sell with him

He will be ur selling partner no matter what you say

And if selling doesn't go good for you but he has some, he'll combine your earnings and split it 50/50 just cuz he's nice like that

THIS MAN LOVES SUNSETS

He is the ponyboy of Newsies

Half the time he's out on the fire escape waiting for you to come join him. He explains to you how much he loves the sunsets, why he loves the sunsets, and once the sun does set he'll say:

"Ya know the sunset is pretty, but it ain't the prettiest thing I've seen today"

I'm a little too single

DATE NIGHTS WITH THIS MAN ARE-

He will find a way to have a fun date with you while spending litte to no money

Walks, picnics, prank the boys, go to the beach, he is the most creative person and will come up with things to do

Speaking of pranking, this man has the best sense of humor.

Like he is the guy to go to if you need a laugh, whether it's telling jokes, or just making fun of the other newsies, he will do anything and everything to make you smile

Gives the warmest/best hugs i swear he's an actual human heater, like his arms are so 😍

HE WILL TIE YOUR SLEEVES TOGETHER THEN HUG YOU SO YOU CANT ESCAPE

His hugs last so long

I know I keep mentioning his hugs but I can't stop he's a great hugger

If you're ever feeling down, he's the man to go to. He will have nice talks with you or listen if you want him too, or even just sit there hugging you in silence if needed

He literally has the softest voice when talking to you

Like this boy is an extrovert by all means and is very loud but when its just the two of you, his voice is so quiet and hushed

I physically cannot tell if he is either REALLY short or REALLY tall, like he's one or the other there is no in between

His hair is really soft and will sob if u don't play with it

Don't ask me how it's so soft when they all share one bar of soap I don't make the rules

He's a cat person and has 2 rescue kittens he found abandoned in a box, and will most definitely try convincing you to keep them if you tell him no

He's scared of spiders (He'll kill one if you ask, but only if no one else is there to do it)

^^ I promise I'm not self projecting 

♡♡

Anyways hope you liked it!

Again, if you didn't want headcannons just lmk and I'll write a fic for you!

Also some of these I got inspired from @stoatwashere

They were about someone else but most of them applied to Mush as well!

#mush meyers #mush newsies #my boyyyy #mush meyers is my whole life and i love him so damn much i would commit arson if i didn't have him #my writing tag just for me #mick 🐝

[magecrafts]

crashing here tonight.

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ ... MINORS DNI).

a/n: i wrote this ages ago for a completely different fandom so if you’re a [redacted] stan and you’ve seen this before … no you haven’t. behold: a product of me re-reading old things and imagining them for new ships instead of cleaning out my google drive like i’m supposed to be doing. also please excuse me for not posting one of the things i actually said i'd post next. i am but a simple idiot who got very distracted.

wandanat x fem!reader ; bringing you into their little arrangement is perhaps the sweetest thing wanda and natasha have ever done.

warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit smut, light dom/sub. super light. honestly probably the softest smut i've ever written.

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so!

Wanda’s stupid horny and waiting for a signal. A green light, a go.

Natasha’s down to a pair of Steve's old boxer briefs and a tiny t-shirt and grinning like she just unwrapped a golden ticket in the first chocolate bar she ever bought.

You, cocky little shit that you are, are stretched out on your back, hands lingering on your chest while you try not to smirk too wide while thinking about the fact that Wanda’s sitting between your spread legs and just staring. You like when she stares, mostly because you know she loves what she sees.

The redhead seems to be right there with you, too, because, “It’s not polite to stare, Maximoff,” Natasha says without a lick of sarcasm. “Nor is it polite to keep such a pretty thing waiting.”

“She’s not wrong,” you muse aloud, tugging at your thumb to distract you from criticizing further. You aren’t supposed to be mean to Wanda in moments like these.

“You’re both ruining this,” Wanda says, “I hope you know.”

She doesn’t mean it.

Your talk has never ruined this before (nor has Nat’s, for that matter), whatever this is. You won’t define it, any of you. That’d be crossing a line, you think, because if this is anything other than messy trysts among messier women who don’t want to talk about it come sunrise then you’re all royally fucked.

Probably already are, you think, too, but it’s hard to take issue with that at the moment.

So long as Wanda’s here. Wanda, who you met in Westview, who kept you hexed along with everyone else, who took away your freedom for so long, who you’re supposed to hate but haven’t since maybe the fourth time you kissed.

Natasha’s grown on you, too, over the years, but you would’ve sent her packing straight back to Russia if you’d met her when you were younger. You no longer have such a nasty habit of pushing away everything good in your life, but you’re still working on it. These days you might take a bullet for Natasha; in the leg, maybe, you think, or the shoulder, or an arm, but nowhere that’d put you down quick. You’d want time to say goodbye.

But it’s Wanda who has the power to get you laid out and docile and eager to take what you’re given.

Okay — Wana under Natasha’s command, but that’s another matter entirely.

It’s a delicate balance, all of it.

And when Wanda looks down at you it’s with the darkest swath of lust painted across her face, cloudy green eyes hungry and full of awe, coy little smirk seeped in devilish intent and so much pride, that you can’t deny that this is where you belong. Right here, open and vulnerable, where you are cared for. With Wanda, who would gut a man and bring you his heart if you asked her to. Wanda, who’s accosted a total of three men in the past ten days for looking at you wrong. And with Natasha, too, overseeing the whole thing with clinical precision and a surprising amount of care.

“Go on,” Natasha says a moment later, when Wanda’s hands have started to inch up your legs and the air’s begun to crackle with anticipation.

Green light.

Go.

Wanda’s hands fall to the crux of your thighs and, like she’s peeling back the petals of a rose, thumbs open the lips of your cunt. You’re pink and glistening, ripe for the taking, and Wanda would die a happy woman if all she got to do was look. Getting to do more is a trillion lifetimes of bliss.

First time this happened it was Wanda on her belly with Natasha behind her and between her legs, fucking her nice and slow with a cock strapped to her with leather, while you perched on the edge of the bed and just watched. That was the introductory let’s-bring-you-into-this time, the time six months ago in the middle of the night with the door sealed by magic.

Second time Natasha let you take Wanda in the shower just before daybreak on a Sunday, watched from the sinks while you stuffed the witch full of your fingers and had her ride them until she came with her teeth sunk into your shoulder in a bite that left a bruise for weeks.

Natasha’s got a thing for watching.

You and Wanda have a thing for being watched.

And you’ve all got things for each other.

Works well, really, with you and Wanda under Natasha’s control while the spy sits high and mighty on her throne. Her commands are never cruel, nor are they ever anything you and Wanda cannot handle.

“I can feel your need from here, Maximoff” Natasha says, knocking back a shot from the flask she keeps in the nightstand. “Got a question for me?”

Wanda hums, thumbing over your clit, and tosses a look over her shoulder at Natasha, saying, “I want to taste her.”

“Ah?”

“Please, Nat,” Wanda adds.

Natasha nods.

When Wanda sinks her tongue into you it feels like the first time all over again. Feels warm and wet overwhelming, a gift from the gods, and when Wanda hooks her arms under your thighs to hold you open you don’t think she’s ever had a finer feast than this.

“Words, please,” Natasha says.

“'M a little busy, Nat,” you whine, threading your fingers through Wanda’s hair to guide her to places she’d know where to go even without your lead.

“One word then.”

“Soft,” you say after a moment. You always swear Wanda’s got the softest tongue you’ve ever felt. You swear, too, that what she can do with her mouth is a magic all of its own.

Like when she licks you open and scrapes her teeth over your clit, or when she bites the inside of your thigh and licks over it in just the right spot that has you seeing stars. Her lips are soft, too, for that matter, and whens he presses slow, wet, little kisses to your pussy it’s enough to topple you over the edge and leave you squirming as Wanda coaxes you down from your high.

She cleans you up with long, slow licks until you can barely hold your eyes open.

But Natasha’s not through with the two of you yet.

She fetches her favorite toy from the dresser, the strapless cock that’s held in place by an insert she wiggles into herself after she peels off her clothes and joins her girls in bed.

All she’s got to do is give Wanda a little nod for her to know what she wants.

“Oh, hell,” you mumble through a sleepy grin as you’re pulled onto your side and presented with Wanda’s chest. You drape an arm around her and mouth lazily at her collarbone, kissing down her sternum, between her breasts, while Natasha settles in behind you.

First thing you feel is Natasha’s lips against the back of your shoulder, tender kisses on your skin that feel like itty bitty drops of ecstasy. Then a hand on your waist, one of Natasha’s, and then one of Wanda’s under your thigh, lifting your leg for Natasha to tuck in and take you.

Always feels bigger from this angle, Natasha stretching you open from behind while you’re laid out on your side with your lips around Wanda’s nipple and her hands lost in your hair to urge you on. With Wanda’s supple skin at your front and Natasha’s bare chest at your back you don’t think you’ve ever felt so close to two people in your entire life. It’s comforting, truly, to lay between the woman who just brought you to climax with her mouth and the woman who’s going to stuff you full of silicone cock until you come undone all over again.

And so you just lay there, lay there and let Natasha and Wanda have you in ways that no one��s ever had you before.

It’s always easy to let Natasha fuck you but it’s easier now that you’re sleepy and limp and the both of them are guiding you where you need to go, Natasha leading your hips with a heavy hand and Wanda cradling your head as you suckle at her breast.

Doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to push you over the edge, to fill you to the point where you’re clenching and can barely release and you just shudder and shake through another orgasm while Natasha kisses the back of your shoulder, mumbling, “such a good girl,” until you finally fall still.

And when you’re still it’s only because sleep’s swallowed you whole, still full of Natasha, with your mouth on Wanda’s chest, and if you weren't asleep you’d wager nothing will have changed when you wake.

#natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #rated: e #natasha #wanda #!fic #wandanat

[nerd-of-karasuno]

Hello! Can I request a Bakugou x Fem reader where she had dislocated her shoulder in the past and it didn't heal quite right so she has chronic pain in that shoulder that randomly flares up and he tries to somewhat comfort her (in the best way Bakugou can) without making a big deal out of it because she's embarrassed about having her shoulder hurt

(Aka this is me projecting onto said reader bc I'm in pain and just want a hug from Bakugou🥲😅)

I'm so sorry you're in pain and I hope you feel/are feeling better. Lots of hugs and Bakugo hugs for you! ♥ I accidentally wrote this a little differently than your request but I hope it's ok! if you would like for me to rewrite it, please let me know and I'll be glad to :)

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Word Count: 766

Even before you started dating, Bakugo would notice moments where you would just slightly flinch in pain or look like you were in some discomfort by how you moved sometimes. He didn't think to much about it at the time since he had only just meet you and was seriously focused on hero work. But now, since you've been dating, Bakugo has been paying a lot more attention to this. He considered it perhaps being only a thing that doesn't happen too often, but now that's he watching closely, he realizes something happened to cause your body to react like this.

Bakugo had also noticed you being a little down some days even though you try to hide how you were feeling from him and his friends. He didn't want to approach you about too soon, but eventually he becomes impatient with himself for not finding out the reasons why you're in pain on his own. Bakugo is very concerned about you and wants to know how he can help, but he doesn't know exactly how to communicate that to you.

Bakugo ends up coming to your room shortly after dinner. You can clearly see the worry on his face as he closes your bedroom door behind him. He has been a bit more open about his feelings with you. But the expression on his face scares you a little at first. Maybe you did something wrong?

"Y/N," He says while walking over to your bed and sitting on it. "What's going on?"

"What- what do you mean?" The last thing you were expecting was for him to know about the pain your shoulder was causing you, so you were very confused about what this was all about.

"You're hurting," Bakugo stares at you, "The entire time I've known you, you've been in pain for some reason. I want to know why... and why you didn't tell me," He tries to say this as kindly as possible. He is not mad at you at all and doesn't want to come off that way.

You freeze for a moment. You had no idea that he paid that close attention to you to be able to notice that. You thought you had been hiding it alright and that your acting skills were okay, but apparently you underestimated your boyfriend.

"I- I...um.." You started, fiddling with your fingers, "I dislocated my shoulder when I was younger... It got put back in place, but it didn't heal correctly, so now it causes chronic pain that happens... it starts up a lot and at random times too with some days worse then others. I didn't tell you or anyone because I was embarrassed of what everyone might think..."

Bakugo doesn't say anything for a few moments. Suddenly he gets up, goes over to you, and brings you into his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss onto the top of your head. These actions really take you by surprise. Usually Bakugo isn't this affectionate. You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest.

"If you're ever in pain, please let me know somehow, alright? I'll try to help how I can. You're my girlfriend- I want to take care of you and make sure you're healthy." Bakugo tells you softly. It's the softest he's ever spoken to you before. "I don't want you to go through this alone."

Then Bakugo just holds you for a while, keeping you close. You're the best thing that has ever happened to him and he wants you to be happy. You being in pain makes him so sad and so upset. Bakugo hates that you've been going through this alone and tries his best to subtly make up for that time without making you feel embarrassed or bad for not telling him.

It's hard for him to communicate this, but he's there for you. Bakugo is always going to be there for you. He may never say that aloud to you, but he knows this deep down. Whenever you have the sudden pain in your shoulder, he'll do his best to comfortable in his own ways. If you're out in public, Bakugo won't be as soft as he was with you that moment in your room when he found out about your shoulder, but he'll make sure that no one notices. He'll keep what happened between you a secret unless you're less embarrassed about your shoulder pain and are ready to tell your friends.  But no matter what happens concerning this chronic pain, just know you have Bakugo who will always be by your side.

#boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bakugo fluff #bnha #mha #mha x reader #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo x y/n #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #comfort

[fr1d4y-wr1t1ng]

Your “Love Song”

Request: nooooo, I wanted to do an intro kinda writing thing lol.

Can I request?: absolutely.

Genre: Fluffy romantic head canons of the CC’s!

Content Warnings: none, except for swearing maybe. And of course my music taste /j (thought I would put this here, any references to a “her” or “him” has a they/them in brackets just letting y'all know)

CC’s in Post: irl!Dream(wastaken), irl!Sapnap, & irl!Wilbur Soot.

Description: These are the songs that I think would fit for your relationship with these CC’s!

Dream:

Cupid's Chokehold/Breakfast In America - Gym Class Heros

Holy shit Dream loves you so so so much it's unreal.

Like he would quite literally do anything for you like quite literally ANYTHING you can imagine.

Your day was shitty and you don't wanna do the dishes? He's got you covered.

You're sore from doing something physically exhausting? Don't worry, he'll do ANYTHING to make you feel better.

You got sick? He's already making soup and nursing you back to health.

He's semi-clingy like that you know?

Sometimes you may have to tell him that he doesn't have to do EVERYTHING for you, and that sometimes you can just do things yourself.

Remind him to take breaks too holy shit!! Like seriously mate go in there and REMIND HIM!!

But that's just because he loves you so much, he just can't express it any other way dude!!

I think the line that PERFECTLY sums up how he feels for you is “if I had to choose [them] or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun.”

Just make sure you treat him the same, trust me on this one okay????? Pls?????

“Take a look at my [s/o], [they're] the only one I got!”

“George!!”

That's the only thing you've truly heard since he started streaming. You'd been sitting on his bed, scrolling through Twitter while minding your own business. You hadn't done anything to disturb him given the fact he was streaming and well… he hadn't exactly revealed you yet.

You looked at your boyfriend, just wanting your clingy little teddy bear back, you stared at him for a second, before seeing him mute and turn to you.

You two stared at each other, a slightly awkward but… mostly comfortable silence. His eyes looked like they had literal hearts in them. He chuckled quietly, looking at you until you spoke up. “...Clay?”

You questioned you boyfriend until he muttered, “you know, you're the most attractive person I've ever seen… right?” You started to laugh as your boyfriend got up and sat next to you. He quickly pecked your cheek and went back to his stream, attempting to make up for having chat wait.

To say this happened often would be an understatement.

Sapnap:

Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me - Waitress

I know people like to use this song in a more... stalkerish tendency. But, I don't think that's the meaning, you know.

Sapnap is very much... newer to love. It may come off in the wrong way, but he's trying to show you that he's not going anywhere because he loves you.

He can be awkward, but of course he's just excited!

You're his first s/o!!! How the hell could he not be excited?

Sapnap can be very “clingy” when your relationship starts... but don't worry. He calms down quickly.

Before you even know it, the relationship becomes natural, like you've been together for several years.

You two kind of end up acting like newly-wed’s when you get settled? If you get what I mean?

It's like you've been together for god knows how long, but you're just getting super settled and shit into a whole new level of your relationship.

I feel like the line that really represents how he feels is the line, “Oh, I'm gonna love you so. You'll learn what I already know, I love you means your never ever getting rid of me!”

He really believes that you're the one! So maybe (if you can) try to give the same energy back! Tell him you love him like, a lot!!

“I will never let you let me leave, I promise I'm not lying!”

What the fuck was that? You lay awake, thinking about the nightmare that just woke you. You slowly turned toward your phone. It's 4:08 am. You really shouldn't be up this early, should you? As you try to get back to sleep, you hear a muffled groan from him.

“Babe?” Sapnap asks, barely able to keep his eyes open, “Why ‘re you up?” You turned back to face him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “‘is nothin’. Don't worry.”

His brows furrowed in thought, trying to stare at you for a second before asking, “Ya’ sure? You can tell me anything-” you quickly peck his lips, effectively shutting him up before mumbling, “it's just a nightmare. I'll be fine, as long I have you with me.” a small chuckle came from him before replying with,

“M’kay… love you.”

Wilbur Soot:

Telephone - Waterparks

At first when he falls for you he's... really fucking nervous.

He doesn't wanna mess your relationship up AT ALL.

He thinks the you'd legitimently regret being with him, but we all know we trolley want a man like Wil.

But, there's still apart of him that really wants you to feel the same.

But once you start dating, this kind of stressing about making you regret dating him calms down a bit.

Keyword: a bit.

The intrusive thoughts about you two dating can still get to him yk, so, please just remind him that it'll be okay babes-

He's so soft when he's with you though, like, legit it's such a magical experience.

When he's not streaming or making music he's usually spending time with you!

He's just so sweet man, tbh I want a bf like Wilbur 🥴.

I think the lyric that really explains how he feels is “I can be your best yet, future favorite regret.” because he can be the softest motherfucker ever!! (or... well... hm.)

“I’m interested but distant to a fault, and I'd never want to complicate your heart!”

Boop ba boop! Boop ba boop! Your phone's ringtone filled your apartment as you dragged yourself from your bed to your desk. You sighed, looking at the number and realizing who was calling you. “Hey Wil.” you answered somewhat bluntly.

“[Y/N]! Hey!” Wilbur’s sweet voice rang through your ears like a whimsical melody. Your lips perked at his response, “Whats up?” you ask, your cheeks filling with heat as you looked at the screen. “Well I-” Wilbur cuts himself off at the noise in the background.

“...anyways, I'm coming over!” he finished. You realized he was probably walking his happy ass to your flat. You looked around at the mess, a small sigh escaping your lips as you replied, “I'll see you in five then?” a chuckle escaped his lips, “yup! See you in five!”

Note: AAAAND THATS FINISHED, FINALLY. Why the hell did this take 2 days holy shit!? So, uh, I have an idea for making a part 2 but like... with the song that kinda describes the breakup (if there is one)? So let me know if you want that! Kay, see ya, byeeeeee!!!!

#mcyt #dream smp #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap #sapnap x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt x reader #lol I hate how long this post took #jensjdndkdmkd

[bumblebear30]

Oops

Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak, Established Calvak

A wee comfort fic for these two as I totally love them.

Warnings: mentions of Casey's office attack, migraine / mild medical concern. Side effects of getting older. No smut but alluded to. Happy ending.

Please let me know if you have any other prompts or requests for these two. Happy to try write more for them.

Oops

"You did it again."

The accusing tone made Casey's head snap up from where she was nestled on the couch. She could feel the light crust of dried drool on her cheek where she'd pretty much passed out into the pillow and rubbed at it with the cuff the sweater she was wearing in the hopes that her always immaculately dressed girlfriend wouldn't notice,

"Did what again?" she finally mumbled in response, a heavy pout in place as she scrunched her eyes against the bright light streaming in the apartment windows.

Rita sighed huffily as she perched on the back of the couch and busied herself with finishing taking off her earrings for the day. From there she finally caught sight of the sleep befuddled Casey - the creases of the pillow evidently pressed into her cheek, hair all mussed and cocooned in softest of old sweaters that Rita owned as the redhead obviously tried to drag her lagging brain through what it was she had done wrong this time.

Her expression immediately switched from frustration to concern as she reached out to card her fingers through Casey's hair, the younger woman automatically leaning into it and shifting closer to where Rita was sat,

"You left files that I shouldn't see on the breakfast bar again. We got a place with room for two separate offices for a reason darling."

Casey winced and opened one eye to finally look up at Rita as she apologised,

"Oops, m'sorry babe, I genuinely didn't mean to. I just needed different light. "

Rita tilted her head and gave a small sympathic noise as Casey burrowed her head against the back of the couch,

"Migraine again sweetheart?" Casey nodded groggily where she lay, loathe to commit to any movements that required further effort. Seeing her so forlorn pulled at Rita's heartstrings and she quickly got up and shed her shoes and jacket onto a nearby chair as she came round to the front of the couch to join Casey, "That's the third bad one this month..."

Hearing the familiar sound of Rita settling next to her Casey shifted to lay her head in her girlfriend's lap, wordlessly requesting for the attorney's always slightly cool hand to run across her forehead and circle at her temple as she'd done before by simply tipping her chin just so.

Of course Rita automatically took up the action, also using her free hand to run her nails in soothing circles across Casey's lower back.

The redhead let herself just bask in the attention and comfort. She'd felt instantly a bit better as soon as the scent of Rita's expensive perfume had reached her - always accompanied by the faint smell of coffee, ink and paper, a lawyerly smell if ever there was such a thing. That and the almost pavlovian way her body responded to Rita's touch, practically commanding her to relax with the lightest of pressures, also helped ease the residual pulsating ache at the front of her brain.

Afterwards she'd been sulky for days, which had drawn further unimpressed looks and rolled eyes from Rita. Eventually she'd pulled her head out of her ass and apologised with a gorgeous bouquet and an evening of pampering - cooking Rita's favourites for dinner, making the effort to use the good china and having candles on the table followed by a super indulgent bubble bath for the brunette (the rose petals may have been overboard but she knew Rita secretly adored them.)

She knew where Rita's comment was leading though. They'd had this argument discussion the last time too and she was not wanting a repeat of that general fiasco and to ultimately wallow in her own grumpiness yet again. It was worse because she knew Rita was right, and was only concerned and fussing simply because she loved her. But she had still been in residual pain and exhaustion from the migraine in question as well as licking her wounds from losing the most recent case to her lover too.

All that had only been a week ago, meaning it was less than fourteen days since she'd last had to abandon her work to lie in a darkened room with a cold compress across her eyes and an ice pack wrapped up at the base of her neck. It wasn't sustainable, and she hated being sick all the more because she knew Rita was always more worried than she let on.

She sighed lightly and wriggled her head back so she was pressed more closely into Rita's ridiculously soft silk blouse. The brunette had lifted her hands away as Casey moved but seeing her settle let them resume the gentle caresses. Noting that Casey hadn't immediately started arguing with her Rita decided to press her case once more,

"I just think given that you have such a bad head injury in your past, " Casey couldn't suppress the fearful shiver that ran down her spine at the memories - and lack of them - of her office attack, "that it would be sensible to get a doctor to run some tests and check what is going on."

At still receiving no response from Casey Rita tried to push just that little bit more. She gently ran a finger down the elegant slope of Casey's nose, booping the tip of it which made Casey start and turn onto her back to smile softly up at Rita. Holding her gaze Rita matched her with an indulgent look as she tucked some hair back behind Casey's ear,

"It's just that I'm rather fond of that brain of yours sweetheart, I'd hate to think anything might be wrong." She finished her plea by cupping Casey's chin and running the pad of her thumb over her lips as their positioning meant she couldn't reach to kiss them.

Once again Casey closed her eyes and leaned into the touch,

"And here I thought you were with me for my 'cracking bod', " she grinned as she felt Rita's entire body move as she laughed, "But I know. You're right. As usual." Her admission made Rita smile in victory, Casey's quip pulling another knowing chuckle that rumbled through her,

"Good, I have the number of an excellent neurologist, I'm sure he'll be able to see you by the end of the week."

Casey shot her a look that screamed incredulity,

"He wasn't a client was he? I'm not sure how comfortable I would be with that."

The experienced attorney did laugh at that,

"No, no," she continued to play with Casey's hair, "although he has maybe been an expert witness on several occasions but he's only ever been the utmost professional." she paused for a moment as Casey considered her options. "So what do you say darling, let me call and set up an appointment for you?"

With one last resigned sigh Casey nodded,

"Okay," honestly she was prepared to go through nearly anything if she could stop feeling so accutely crappy whenever these migraines came along, or stop them from happening in the first place.

"But," the smallness of her voice and demeanour, so unlike the usual strong confident persona of the prosecutor, brought out Rita's overprotective side even more, "But what if there is something wrong? Like-"

Deciding to quickly end any spiralling Rita pressed her finger over Casey's lip to hush her,

"Shh, then its better to know and we'll deal with whatever it may be together as best we can."

Suitably mollified, Casey rolled once more so her nose was buried against Rita's stomach, so much so her voice was muffled when she finally spoke,

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried."

"I know darling, but it may just be that you need glasses or something like that now, you know?"

The scandalised and affronted noise that escaped Casey made Rita laugh once again,

"I've always thought you'd look very sexy in glasses you know..."

The low purr of her voice drew an instant reaction from Casey, it always did. Like a siren's call she opened her eyes, feeling better enough to shoot a flirtatious look up at her love as she arched her eyebrow as seductively as she could manage in her prone position,

"Is that so?"

"Hmm hmm," Rita's affirmative humm came as she matched Casey's expression with one of her own, "You could totally pull off the sexy librarian look darling."

"Librarian!?!"

In her offense Casey finally sat up to lightly glare at Rita on a more equal footing. She lightly trailed her hand up Rita's thigh, so overly unsubtle Rita knew she was just winding her up. Still she enjoyed the attention nonetheless. "What if I wanted to go for the sexy lawyer in glasses look? Could I pull that one off too?"

Rita tipped her head to the side as she squinted at Casey, umming and awwing for extra effect,

"I'm sorry love but I think Cabot has got that niche locked down tight."

Casey couldn't help but gasp at the teasing and swat at Rita's thigh in retribution,

"Rude!"

Rita kept cackling with laughter, simply relieved to see Casey's usual firey playfulness was returning,

"Well if you get glasses you can work extra hard to prove me wrong, no?"

With a knowing smile Casey leant forward to press an adoring but chaste kiss to Rita's lips,

"Sounds good to me, thank you for helping me feel better."

Reaching up Rita cupped Casey's chin and drew her face back to her for another kiss. Or two. Maybe three. She just loved how they felt against her own.

"I'm glad I could help. Now do you want to go lock those files away whilst I give the doctor a call? We can then get an order from Chengs if you'd like?"

Casey was already making the effort to stand, holding herself still for several moments to ensure her balance was set after feeling so woozy earlier. Finding herself steady she smiled at Rita once more as she started heading for the kitchen,

"As long as there is lo mein I don't mind!"

A couple of days later Rita answered her ringing cell automatically, not even looking away from her inbox as she barked her usual response,

"Calhoun, who's speaking."

"Hey sweet thing," instantly Rita's entire posture melted, Casey's voice and determination to use ridiculous pet names totally always got her,

"Darling, how'd the appointment go." she'd swung her chair away from the computer screen, her entire focus now on Casey,

"Well you were right."

"I usually am, remind me what I was right about this time?"

"Scans and everything came back clear but I've got glasses to wear now... " Casey paused long enough for Rita to both sigh in relief and laugh,

"Oh is that all?"

"Well, he advised I change to a different type fo light bulb where possible, and definitely to wear glasses when looking at screens as they'll filter that blue light thing? But that and some proper rest and it should all help."

"That's great news sweetheart, I'm so relieved." Truly Rita felt like a knot she hadn't known was there had been released in her chest,

"Yeah, so in the spirit of medical necessity, I think we should schedule a trip up to the house in the Hampton's." Sometimes Casey still would catch herself after saying such a thing. A house in the Hampton's. Their house in the Hamptons. Quite ridiculous.

Rita chuckled but instantly swept round to open their shared calendar to look for potential timings,

"An excellent idea darling, I could even ask Danielle to get the boat ready for us? I know you love to play at being Captain."

"Please, you just want to lounge about in your bikini in front of me don't you."

"Well with your new glasses we'll have to test how much better you can see me. I do love putting on a show for you."

The flirtation made Casey gulp, images of Rita enjoying herself nearly overwhelming her,

"You always do have the best ideas, I propose we do lots of testing."

"For medical necessity?" Rita's smirk was clear even though Casey couldn't see her face,

"Exactly, you always know how to take the best care of me baby..."

#Fanfic #My writing #Rita Calhoun #Casey Novak #Rita Calhoun X Casey Novak #Calvak

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

I was tagged!

Tagged by @holistic-alcoholic to do this fic game thingie.

Tagging @scottxlogan (when you're done with your current epic and have time!), @mcfiddlestan, @kleenexwoman, @chaotic-hypnotic-erotic, @mypaopu, @mistressofmuses, @elvenferretots, @scottcyclopssummers, and anyone else who wants to play.

first fic

My first first fic was a Children of the Corn story I wrote when I was 13. I wrote it in pencil. No, you don't understand. We didn't have a personal computer. This was before every single family had a personal computer, so anything I wrote was by hand. I went through a lot of paper. I wrote a lot of fanfic, essentially. All Mary Sues and all before I knew that it was called fanfiction or that other people were out there doing it. No, this story doesn't exist anymore. I think I threw it away a long time ago. The pencil was all smeared anyway.

Now, the first fanfic I wrote as a part of any fanfic community was a Jay/Silent Bob fanfic called "Give Me One Reason." It was a songfic using the Tracy Chapman song. It was the first fanfic that I wrote and posted to a Yahoo Group I was in for this pairing/fandom. No, you can't read it because it's not up anywhere anymore. No, it won't be again.

softest fic

I've got two that I think are my softest fics. Two Turtle Doves, which is a pre-X-Men First Class fic where Charles and Raven are still kids, going into the city with 'their' mom and they go to FAO Schwartz, and Raven is sad that none of the dolls look like her. The real her. Charles does a really sweet thing for her on Christmas morning.

The second is Goodnight, Sweetheart, Goodnight, from @elekdragon's request for a Sam Wilson / 'little Falcon' fic of some sort based on this photo of Anthony Mackie:

fic i’m most proud of

Shit. I really hate this one because I'm proud of them all. I've done a lot of writing in the last two years, and most of them are series now, but I'm really proud of how they're all turning out. I'm playing with many favorite ships instead of any OTP. But I guess if I have to pick one (can I pick more than one?), I'll go with these:

Of everything that stands, the end This is a Tony/Bucky No Powers AU that I wrote for @comfortember 2021, and like most of my stuff, it's just the first of a series.

If it be your pleasure to cross the sleeping green between I never ever in my life thought I'd write a fic where a relationship forms between Scott Summers and Steve Rogers. Not after Bendis' travesty Avengers vs. X-Men (AvX). Just never pictured it happening. Then I thought about it and considered that it could be an interesting pair, but the right story hadn't come along. This is another Comfortember 2021 fic that @scottcyclopssummers gave me the prompt for. I'm very happy with the way it turned out, and uh. Yeah. Totally another series.

Spinning on that dizzy edge (I kissed his face and kissed his head) It's amazing what a potent superpower spite really is. This is a Scott Summers/Tony Stark fic that is actually the second 'chapter' in a series that's still on-going. Born out of wanting to piss someone off who likes to torture Scott Summers in their own fics and has claimed that they supposedly hate Tony Stark, turns out that this is a really fun and sexy and tender ship that I'm having a blast exploring. This fic is LONG. This 'chapter' or part or whatever is over 50k words and had to be broken up into chapters. It's the single longest 'chapter' I've written, and it showed me that I've got the endurance, attention span, and willpower to sit down an write something this long all as a part of one fic.

fic that shows my progress

I could easy be a facetious bitch and say 'all of them', but I won't do that. In reality, I'm going to name Behind Blue Eyes as a fic that shows my progress as a writer because, aside from rp writing, it was my first leap back into writing some m/f sexy times. This is a Loki/Emma Frost fic that takes some interesting twists to it involving Emma's telepathy and Loki's ability to shapeshift. I used to write a lot of m/f erotica that I thought was pretty hot and sexy. This fic exceeds what I used to write by so much.

favorite wip

It's so hard to pick favorites, but I think I'm going to name the whole Hemispheres series. Tony/Loki. What started out as a prompt fic, the prompt being Tony waking up in an alternate reality to discover that he's married to Loki, and what was supposed to ONLY BE A ONE-SHOT, turned into a whole entire series - my first actual series ever - of Tony coming back to his own reality at the end of the first part and deciding that he's too in love with Loki now to just let that other reality be the end of it. He determines he's going to get Loki back in his life, get him out of the Asgardian dungeon cell, and bring him back to Earth based on what he learned from that alternate reality.

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[mlmxreader]

Stay | Catcher Block

request; (from this prompt list)

notes; gender neutral reader

Long before you started working with him, you and Catcher Block were friends, the kind of friends that would spend long nights cuddled up in bed during the winter and long days spread out on the beach during the summer, normal days in autumn were spent strolling together through the city arm in arm with coffee, normal days in the spring were spent lounging around in each other's space until there was something to do; you were the kind of friends that would stir up rumours about whether or not your relationship was truly platonic. And those rumours only grew when Catcher asked you to work by his side as a journalist for Know. They circulated small at first, mere hushed whispers between secretaries. But then they grew and grew.

Catcher brushed off the rumours like a spot of dust on a black suit blazer, but he knew that you let them get to you; so on a cold August day when the pavement was wet and the skies were grey, he grabbed one of your favourite records, and headed over to see you for the night.

"Oh, this won't do," Catcher tutted when he walked in to find you sat cross legged on your sofa with your head in your hands and your eyes squeezed tightly shut; he frowned a little, making sure his hair was slicked back just right before he placed the record on the coffee table and stole the spot next to you, his spot. Always had been. "Tell old Catch what's wrong, baby."

You sighed, shaking your head as you let out the softest of whines, the most woeful of whimpers. How does anyone tell their best friend that they're in love with them? You wanted to tell him, you really did. "I think we should talk..."

Raising a brow, Catcher couldn't help but to smirk a little as his tongue darted out to drag slowly across his bottom lip, his blue eyes burning. "About what?"

"Us, you idiot," you let out a frustrated groan, suddenly getting up and starting to pace up and down and up and down and up and down in front of him. It made Catcher feel quite dizzy as he watched you pacing like a caged tiger. "I think... fuck! I think we should stop hanging out together and... and I should quit Know."

"No," he shook his head. "No, you can't."

"Why not?" You growled. "Catcher, the rumours that-"

"Because you're the only person I've ever truly loved." Catcher stated, his words too honest to be a lie, his blazing blue eyes too sincere to be dishonest; you knew Catcher better than most everybody else, you knew him like the back of your own hand, you knew when he was lying. And when you stopped pacing to look at him, to gawk, you knew he wasn't lying.

"Catch..." your features softened as you swallowed thickly, a sudden lump in your throat as you did your best to struggle for words, but then he pulled you into his lap and kissed at your neck softly. "Catcher..."

"Baby, (y/n), darling, honey, baby," he murmured between kisses. He pulled away, looking at your lips for a moment. "I wanna kiss you so badly, right now."

You had never kissed anyone before, and you were nervous, but even still, you met him halfway; Catcher lead you in the tango of lips, and you couldn't deny that you melted into him. It was a short kiss, with Catcher pulling away with a knowing grin.

"What?" You asked quietly, so very nervous, so awfully anxious that it was a bad kiss. An awful one.

"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" Catcher inquired, already knowing the answer. "Or was I your first?"

You looked away, but that just gave him the chance to chuckle as he leaned in a little closer, his grip on your hips getting a little tighter, making you whimper softly. "You were my first... it was bad, wasn't it? I, I should-"

"You should stay." He whispered. "Stay with me. Stay at Know. Stay... just stay. Just stay and give me every last kiss you got, baby."

"Catch, I... I..." you smiled, then, pressing your forehead into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, letting yourself melt against him. For the first time as more than friends. "I love you..."

"I love you, too," Catcher admitted. "Does this mean you'll stay? Stay with me? Stay at Know? Stay and give me all your kisses?"

"Yeah... yeah, it does, buddy boy."

tags; @aesthetically-bii @bellobi @ewansblve @frosted-starlight @rentskenobi @spnfanboy777 @thenlookatyourphones @snips-n-skyguy0501

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[illfoandillfie]

Hello Brigid! I've been away for the last few days so I'm just seeing your blurb weekend now! I was wondering if it's not too late could i request a blurb with roger based on the 5 word promtps: "fight me you attractive stranger" and "do it. I dare you" I know you could make that so hot ! 😉 And if it's too late im sorry ill request something the next time 😊

Thanks for the request darl! This was a bit of a challenge but I had fun with it!

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The boutique was larger than you’d expected from it’s outward appearance, spacious and bright. You ran your fingers over racks of silk shirts and corduroy skirts, dresses in bright colours that ended mid-thigh, and pants with embroidered flowers on the pockets. There was a lot to like in the shop, a lot to tempt you. You’d picked out a number of outfits and were heading to the changing room to try them on when you spotted another rack. Coats. Lots of them. Long and short, patchwork and velvet. One in particular caught your eye, a fur with a fantastic shape. It would definitely suit your wardrobe. You hand one hand on the sleeve as you reached to take it off the hanger and found it caught on something. Expecting to find another hanger in the way you were surprised to discover that something was a man. He looked at you over the top of the rack, blue eyes, wide with shock. His face was framed with soft waves of dirty blonde hair. He looked nearly angelic, one of the prettiest men you’d ever seen. You smiled at him, a vague notion of getting his number in the back of your mind. And then he spoke.

“Oi, that’s mine,”

You were taken aback by his voice, much rougher than you were expecting, almost a growl, but it went straight to your core.

“Hands off,”

You blinked a few times, realising you were staring, but you weren’t going to give up so easy. Pretty he might be but not enough of a temptation to make you forget the coat, “No, I had it first,”

“Let it go,”

“You let it go,”

“No,”

You tightened your grip on the sleeve, not the first time someone had tried to take something you wanted, you were ready to throw a punch if you had to, “I’ll fight you for it, how about that?

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“You and me, winner takes all,”

The blonde man looked around as if to check if anyone else had heard you but the only other person around was another man standing over by the opposite wall, flicking through his own rack.

“C’mon, Blondie,”

“What?” he laughed, “You wanna wrestle?” there was suggestion dripping from every syllable which just annoyed you more, mostly because now you were thinking about how he’d look with kiss swollen lips and dishevelled hair.

“I said, fight me you attractive stranger,”

“Well that’s flattering. Tell me, do you threaten everyone your hot for, or just me?”

You clenched your fish into a ball, frustrated by how easily he was getting under your skin.

“Are you really going to have a swing? Go on then, do it, I dare you.”

“I could take you,”

“No, I think it’s much more likely I’d end up on top,”

“Please, a skinny little thing like you. I’d have you begging in seconds,”

“Oh don’t underestimate me, love. Stronger than I look. I could pin you,”

 It was at this point the other man wandered over, putting a friendly hand on the blonde man’s shoulder.

“Don’t mind Roger here darling. Between you and me, I think he’s a little touched in the head,”

“Fred!”

You couldn’t help but laugh and the second man waved his hand in a shushing motion.

“What was your name darling?”

“Y/N,”

“Pleasure, Y/N. I’m Freddie and I’m very sorry to interrupt but I felt I had to step in. That coat you’ve got a hold on, well it’s just not right.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh it’s a nice coat, sure. Perfect for one of the lower elements such as he,” he jabbed his thumb at Roger who was busy rolling his eyes, “but not right for you,”

“And how would you know that?”

“I have a market stall, in Kennsington, we specialise in all sorts of finery. Unfortunately with this one. Y’know, I think we have a coat in our possession that you’d love even more than this. Softest fur I’ve ever felt. Once belonged to a great French filmstar who, unfortunately, died before she could make her big break here. Terrible tragedy, very unexpected, but a truly gorgeous coat. In fact, you should give Roger your number because he’ll be inventorying our stock this afternoon. He can call you when he finds it, put it aside for you.”

Before you knew what was happening or how it had come about you’d let go of the coat and were writing down your phone number and handing it to Roger. He looked as surprised as you felt, though as soon as he noticed you looking his expression shifted into a smirk.

“See, now everything’s sorted and no one’s been kicked out for causing a scene. You ready to pay for that?”

Roger nodded and wandered over to the counter as Freddie said goodbye. You went back to browsing, keeping an eye on the door to watch them leave, still confused about what had happened. You thought you might have missed their exit until you felt a presence behind you. When you turned it was Roger, a bag over his arm.

“Don’t worry, love, if the coat’s not to your liking I’ll give you that wrestle. I’m sure I can show you some moves that’ll make you scream.”

With that he headed for the door and a somewhat exasperated Freddie, leaving you blushing and stunned.

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #idk what this is lmao #Anonymous

[mypoisonedvine]

Can I please request the smut prompts "Does it hurt? Tell me to stop if it hurts." + "Let me show you how much I've missed you." + "Are you sure you've never done that before?" + "I wanna take my time with you tonight." with Jaskier x female reader, where it’s the first time, the reader has had sex, so she’s losing her virginity to the bard she loves. Thanks so much!! 💕

Aww this is so cute, the irony that this came in surrounded by the filthiest, dirtiest prompts ahdjghgashd this is so precious and it turned out even fluffier than i intended OOPS

As you finished your journey back home, you convinced yourself that you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself when you saw him again.  You’d been away for four months, helping your aunt care for her farm, and to say you thought of Jaskier every day would’ve actually been an understatement.  Still, you wanted to be proper about it and not come across as desperate, so you decided you’d give him a friendly hug, a peck on the cheek, and tell him that you’d missed him.  Very professional!  

But then you’d seen him waiting for you, and he’d seen you, and he smiled like you were the greatest thing he’d ever seen and you smiled back because he truly was the greatest thing you’d ever seen and that whole plan went out the window.

You lept off your horse and dashed to him, leaping into his arms.  He held you tightly and you’d forgotten how strong his arms were, how warm it felt to have him near.  You felt like you couldn’t ever hold him close enough to be satisfied.

“I’ve missed you dearly,” he told you, and you were so distracted by the smell of him (rosin, cedar, sweet wine, and honeysuckle) that you forgot to reply.  “I was afraid I’d forget what you looked like, you were gone so long.”

“Did you?” you asked.  He pulled back from the hug and examined you for a moment.

“I was afraid the absence had driven me mad, because I kept thinking to myself ‘there’s no way she was as beautiful as I’m imagining.’  But now that I look at you… I could’ve never imagined something this perfect,” he beamed.  You felt your face get hot.

“Jaskier, you’re too kind,” you replied softly.

“I’m really not.”

“You’re flattering me, because you’ve missed me so much,” you offered instead.

“Poetry, sure, but not flattery,” he winked.  You kissed him, and the second your lips touched his you knew that this was a different kiss.  Not nearly as desperate or happy as you would’ve predicted- not that it was undesperate or unhappy, it was just… thoughtful.  Contemplative?  You hadn’t realized that was an option for kisses.  You wondered if he noticed how different this kiss felt, too.

 As you rode your horses back home, you were able to catch him up on everything you’d done in four months, and he told you not only what he’d been up to, but all the gossip about what everyone else had been doing.

It was when you got inside that the conversation slowed down and stopped altogether.  You felt slightly anxious- mostly in a good way, but still- to the point that you had to talk yourself into kissing him again.  It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, because you definitely did, but you knew that this kiss would be different, maybe even more different than before.

As he returned the kiss, you felt his hands trail down your back.  He’d done that before, and you’d always liked it, but this time it was even more intense.  You felt an urge to lift your legs and wrap them around him, even though that would just pull you both to the ground.  Instead, you stepped back towards the nearby table and sat on it, which gave you the balance you needed to straddle him while you sat.  He moaned ever so slightly against your lips and it was the most gorgeous sound.

His hips pressed against you and you felt that he was hard-- more than ever, you craved him, and his body, and to feel his skin on yours.  In pursuit of that goal, you rubbed yourself against him and though it was all through clothes, his length was pressed against your folds and it was the best feeling and you had to moan aloud.

“Don’t do that,” he whimpered.

“You don’t like it?”

“I like it too much, my resolve can’t take it,” he explained.

“Maybe I want you to give in,” you replied with a smile, snaking a hand down his chest and finally rubbing your palm against the hardened shape through his trousers.  He moaned your name and you were sure no sound was sweeter.

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” you requested softly.  He looked a little nervous.

“Are you sure?” he asked delicately. “I thought you were waiting for the right person.”

“You are the right person,” you smiled.

“...but are you sure?” he asked again, and you laughed, pulling him back into the kiss.

You were ready to do it on the table but he had other plans, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you on the bed.

His body weighing down yours was such a wonderful feeling, but it made it sort of hard to breath, so you rolled him over onto his back.  This gave you a wonderful idea; you slid down until you were hovering above the opening to his trousers, working on the lacing.  You reached inside and took his length into your hand, but as you opened your mouth, he stopped you.

“Oh, you don’t- you don’t have to do that,” he stuttered.

“I know, but I want to,” you smiled.  Before he could keep reminding you that you didn’t have to do this, you experimentally licked the head.  It didn’t really taste like anything, just skin, so you wrapped your lips around it and he made the softest, loveliest sound.

With a little patience and diligence, you were able to get most of him down, and though it was a peculiar feeling to have something so large in your mouth and pressing into your throat, you felt your own arousal growing just from feeling of pleasuring Jaskier.  He was certainly having a good time, as you could tell by the way his fingers weaved into your hair and his breathing was heavy and fast like he had just run a few kilometres.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked with a chuckle.  You smiled, pulling back.

“Yes, but I definitely want to do it some more." 

"I love that idea for another evening, but right now I really need to touch you," he explained.  Liking the sound of that, you came back up and let him undress you, though you wouldn’t let anything too exciting happen until you got him out his clothes as well.  You’d seen him undressed once before (an unfortunate, hilarious, and secretly sexy accident when you thought the inn room was empty), but you hadn’t gotten a good look, out of respect.  He was more muscular than his doublets would have one assuming, though the amount of chest hair was very much in line with the tufts always peeking out from his collar.

“You’re so perfect,” he hummed as he climbed back on top of you.  

“You can quit buttering me up, you’ve already got me naked,” you giggled.

“I apologize in advance for saying this but, you’re going to be a lot more buttered up by the time I’m done with you,” he smiled.

Your laugh was cut off by his kiss, and you felt your hips bucking up to try to reach his, but he pulled back.  This time it was his turn to slide down your body, and you felt your breathing pick up as he got closer and closer-

The second you opened your legs for him, his lips were wrapped around you.  His mouth was so warm on your skin, and his tongue explored areas you had no idea were so sensitive.

“Jaskier,” you moaned.  He hummed against you and it just made everything more intense.  It was a unique sensation, totally incomparable to anything you had experienced before.  Then his tongue pressed inside you.  And that was enough to get your back to arch off the bed, your hands pulling his hair.

“Fuck!” you yelped.  You felt him smile against you, and he even grazed against your bud with his teeth, but he didn’t stop. 

There was a burning heat in the pit of your stomach, and you felt like you had no concept of space or time, just your desire for him.

“Jaskier, please, please make love to me,” you begged.  He stopped, but didn’t move up.

“Don’t rush me: I want to take my time with you tonight,” he explained.

“See, that sounds nice and all but I’ve been waiting since I was a teenager for this so I’m getting pretty impatient,”“If you’ve been waiting all those years, you can wait another few minutes,” he frowned before getting back to work.  You begged and pleaded for more but he kept his resolve, only licking and sucking on you harder in response.

You knew you could come, but you wanted it to be with him inside you, properly.  You did your best to hold it back, though he certainly didn’t take any pressure off.

“Inside me, please, I need you,” you whimpered, and finally it was enough to get his attention.

“You’re sure about this?  I’d be perfectly satisfied if we stopped now, you don’t owe me anything,” he reminded.

“Perfectly satisfied?  Jask, your cock’s left a wet patch on the quilt,” you observed.

“I mean, I’d probably have to get myself off a few times to even have a chance at sleeping tonight, but I wouldn’t bother you about it,” he clarified with a smile.

“I want more.  I want as much of you as I can have,” you announced.

“Alright,” he whispered, and climbed back up until his face was just above yours.  You sort of hoped he would kiss you, but then again, the way he was looking at you was sort of unforgettably wonderful.

One hand reached down and you felt skin against yours, the tip of him prodding against your entrance.  You bit your lip, and finally, his hips moved forward.  He didn’t have to push in very far for you to feel resistance, your body struggling to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, slowing down 

“More, please,” you demanded.

“Not yet.  Give it a moment,” he soothed.  As he moved deeper, you felt the soreness move into a burning feeling, and you whimpered.

“Does it hurt?  Tell me to stop if it hurts,” he rushed.

“It does hurt.  But please don’t stop,” you requested.

“I can't tell if you're being kinky or romantic," he smiled.

"I don't see why those have to be mutually exclusive," you smiled back.

He moved in deeper until he was inside you completely and you had to force yourself to breathe slowly to manage the discomfort but it was worth it, not only for the way you felt but the way he was looking at you.  All he had to do was move back and in again and already the pain washed away and all that was left behind was pleasure.  You’d never felt so full, and even as you still felt so much pressure against your walls, it was just the right amount to make you realize why people were always going on and on about this.

“Julian,” you moaned without even really intending to.

“Gods, I don’t think I’ll last very long with you feeling like this and looking like that and talking like that,” he laughed.

“I don’t mind if you don’t last long,” you smiled, “I have nothing to compare it to.”

“Yeah well, I’m not really shooting for ‘she liked it because she was too inexperienced to know it sucked’ here,” he sighed.

“Just move, please,” you whimpered.  He obeyed, but reached down to rub at your clit while he did it.  You yelped, but melted under his touch.  His thumb pressed harder against the bud and you felt your inner muscles clench around him.  He winced.

“Fuck,” he whispered.  So you did it again.  And that must have been the end of his tolerance for teasing, because he sat up, draped your legs over his shoulders, and thrusted into you roughly.  You cried out but it was good, it was so so good, and you wanted more.  Your prayers were answered instantly as he built a deep but not-quite-rushed pace.  You threw your head back and gripped the covers for stability.

“So gorgeous,” he mumbled, almost to himself.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered, though you weren’t too worried about that happening.  You just needed to be completely sure that he would take you to the end of this, which you felt yourself rapidly approaching.

“You’ll come just from this?”

“Yes, Jaskier, please,” you sobbed.

“Of course I won’t stop, darling.  Fuck, I don’t think I could if I wanted to.”

“It feels so good,” you moaned.  Everything overwhelmed you: his moans, his hands on your hips, his movements inside you.  You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath, having gone totally silent, until it all released at once and you came hard enough that you couldn’t tell if your eyes were shut or if your vision had just gone blank.  You felt him pull out of you and you almost protested, but then you got to watch his face as he came, somehow a mixture of tensed and relaxed even though that sounds impossible.  He thrusted against nothing as he spilled onto your stomach and you felt your breathing start to slow back to normal.

And he looked at you, and you looked back at him, and you both started laughing.  And you sat up and kissed him, and you kept smiling and laughing.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Let’s do it again,” you replied.  Because what better way to say ‘I love you too’ than that?

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