#earn x pear

[ohcaptains]

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

college! peter parker x fem reader.

18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.

peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.

Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldn’t have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.

As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.

Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.

It was as if he did this purely for himself.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peter’s brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.

Peter liked hearing you.

Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. It’s why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.

His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red he’d gotten when you told him he couldn’t come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, he’d come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gotta…I’ll be quick.

The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, you’d let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. He’d tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. He’d said, if you let me make you come again, I’ll do your Maths work for the next week. After he’d left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.

Just…reflecting.

Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.

“Please,” you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. He’d caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air – Lavender and pear.

Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. You’d been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.

He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.

“Oh fuck – ohfuck, Peter—” you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.

He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.

The two bled into each other.

His tempo was leisurely, but that didn’t stop the heat from washing over you all at once.

You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.

Still, the ache was erratic, “So good,” you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it. 

“Move your hand, or I’ll stop,” he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, “lemme hear you.”

Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.

You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.

You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, you’d never seen that before.

“Gotta be kidding me,” you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, “’ M’sorry,” he mumbled, “usually I wait till I get home, but you’re just so hot.”

You had to stay completely still, or you’d burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?

Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.

Peter hummed, “couldn’t help myself.”

You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home – cheeks still wet with you – and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.

He was far too pretty to stay quiet.

The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.

Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.

Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.

He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.

“Oh fuck,” he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.

“Make me come,” you whispered, “and I’ll put you in my mouth.”

Peter had never moved so fast in his life.

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[pinkthrone445]

This might be a weird request, but can you write a fic where reader is a new teacher at abbot and is like really innocent, kinda like Ms honey from Matilda for reference, and Melissa just wants to ruin her and her innocence.

This is definitely kinky so I would understand if u don’t want to write it! But if you do their sex would definitely be kinky!🤭

-Caught in the moment-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Smut, very detailed Smut! Kinky

Warnings:yes! +18 Smut, Kinks

Summary:Melissa decides to show you what it was like to be with a real woman.

Hi! I love your username, it made me laugh a lot. I hope you like it, enjoy it and that it's what you expected 💞💞

Usually innocence went hand in hand with one's age, the younger one, the more innocent. But lately almost no one preserves their innocence, children from a very young age already know many things that perhaps they shouldn't, it was noticeable in their vocabulary and in their way of acting. They knew a lot about sex, drugs, and alcohol, lost their virginity at a very young age, and had almost no childhood anymore. Melissa knew all this, she saw it at school every day, especially in the slightly older students.

So accustomed to this behavior, she was surprised when you came to work at school, she never thought that the most innocent person there would end up being a teacher.

Mel loved your innocence, she actually loved disturbing it, she had so much fun making you nervous and making you stutter and blush. Barbara often called her out by telling her to stop bothering you, but as always, the redhead ignored her.

Your students called you Miss Honey because of how sweet you were to them, you always went above and beyond to protect and help them.

Many teachers loved you, but others didn't like the way you were, they thought that your innocence was just a façade...

Ava went into the teachers' room to make herself a coffee, everyone was there except you

-"What's up slackers" - she greeted everyone while grabbing her cup- "I need to know... What do you think about the new teacher?"-She whispered, looking for gossip

-"I think she's a good teacher, I haven't seen much of her classes but the kids love her for a reason" - Barbara commented truthfully

-"The other day when I was walking down the hallway I saw how she taught history to the little ones, they were so focused on her, I myself was attracted by the way she teaches and I stayed listening to her for a long time" - Jacob commented

-"Oh come on! Now that Janine is not here, the new girl is the new Janine, with her whiny voice and cheerful self... Help me here Melissa" - Ava kept insisting, trying to get some interesting comment out of them, but the redhead just shrugged her shoulders

-"I don't know, I like her" - Melissa said simply

-"Shocking" - Barbara commented, earning herself a blow to the arm from her friend.

-"Good morning my fellow pears" - You commented entering the room and everyone fell silent, especially Ava, without giving it much importance you started to make a coffee-"Anyone want more coffee?" - You offered and everyone refused, but Mel said yes and handed you her cup, which you carefully refilled and returned, the redhead brushed your hand smiling and took your wrist and brought you closer to her

-"Thank you little lamb" - Mel whispered kissing your wrist and then took a sip of her coffee humming, smiling and looking into your eyes- "Perfect and sweet like you..."-She whispered making you blush, her eyes, her smile, her lips on your wrist, everything she was was hypnotic, making it hard to take your gaze away from her. Someone coughed making you fall back into reality again

-"I made cookies, someone wants some?"-You offered to change the subject and avoid looking at the redhead, who followed your interaction with a lot of curiosity.

This wasn't the first time Mel had done that kind of thing only to see you blush and make you nervous, she did it so often that by this point others saw it as normal.

At the end of the break, you returned to your classroom with your students, who were excited to see you again.

Whenever Mel could, she would take advantage of the moment and pass by the door of your classroom just to listen to you talk to the children, conveniently your classroom was next to hers so she listened to you whenever she wanted.

-"Miss honey, a kid at lunchtime pushed me and my glasses broke" - A little boy commented to you with teary eyes just as the redhead was passing through the door, the boy was holding his glasses in his little hands and you sighed kneeling beside him with a soft expression, letting your flowery dress touch the ground, carefully you took his glasses and caressed his little face

-"I'm so sorry little one, do you know who it was?" - You asked him and he nodded-"Very well, I'll talk to their parents after school, yes?" - You whispered, and the little guy nodded again-"Would a hug make you feel better?" - The little boy nodded and you hugged him tight while he let out a few little sobs-"I'll fix your glasses right now" - You whispered hugging him and looked at the others kids-"Kids, do we have a friend who hasn't had a good day, any ideas to make him feel better?" - You asked questions and the kids started saying good ideas to help him, Mel smiled and went on her way.

At the end of the day, when almost all the children had left, you stayed at the school waiting for the parents of the child who had hit and broken your student's glasses. The aggressive kid was a few years older than your students, so he had more strength, and for some reason he had an arrogant smile as you waited for their parents.

Melissa was about to go to her car when she saw you in the driveway with the student, so she stayed next to you

-"Hi little lamb... You okay?" - She whispered and you nodded, avoiding looking her in the eye

-"Yes... I'm just waiting for his parents... That here they come" - You whispered seeing the student's parents. You tried to calmly and kindly explain the situation to them, but they were quite aggressive and defended their child at all costs, which made you understand why the boy had such an arrogant smile, he knew he wouldn't be in trouble because his parents stood up for him always

-"Look, I understand if you want to trust your son and his behavior, but many saw him push and hit one of my students and broke his glasses, I wish he would at least apologize or help the parents pay for his new glasses..."-You said, trying to make your voice as firm as possible

-"You're not going to come and tell us what to do or how to raise him"-They answered you in a bad way and you sighed

-"No one is imposing any of that on you , but if you don't start correcting and disciplining your child, he's going to get into more and more trouble... And he maybe ends up being a bad person" - You whispered without much confidence

-"Are you accusing my son of being a bad person? Who do you think you are?" - One of the parents got very angry and accused you by pushing your shoulder

-"Hey, let's calm down" - Melissa tried to diffuse the situation

-"No, that's not what I meant... I meant that if you don't discipline him he could end up being disrespectful and aggressive like you" - You didn't want to say it like that, but nerves got the words out before you could register them. And before you could correct yourself, a fist blocked your view. One of the parents had struck you with his fist over one of your eyes, stumbling you up and making you take a few steps back

-"Hey asshole!" - Melissa screamed and hit him back, standing up for you. The blow left you a little dizzy and you didn't register much more of what happened until Mel guided you to your classroom and brought an ice pack for your eye-"Are you with me litte lamb?" - she whispered putting the ice in your eye and you nodded

-"Are they gone?" - You asked sitting on a table looking at her with your good eye

-"Yes... Mr. Johnson called the police and they took care of it... It's cute how you wanted to defend your student, but we need to work on your reflexes..."-she joked and you nodded

-"Yeah... Thank you for standing up for me...and for this" - You pointed to the ice she was still holding, Mel smiled and carefully stroked your cheek

-"Don't even mention it" - She whispered and you couldn't help but smile at her, taking advantage of how close she was to admire her beauty, but the redhead frowned-"Stop looking at me like that" - Whispered

-"Why?" - You laughed

-"You look at me like a deer dazzled down by the lights of a car" - The redhead was still frowning

-"I'm dazzle by your gorgeous face..." - You whispered embarrassedly and she laughed

-"If you're going to flirt, at least do it with confidence... Do you want me to teach you? "-She joked and you jokingly shoved her

-"Maybe I don't know much about sex or that, but I know how to flirt, you just make me nervous..." - You confessed a little embarrassed

-"Do you want to learn?" - Mel whispered and stood between your legs, you looked up in confusion

-"What?" - you asked

-"If you want me to teach you, about sex... I'm sure if you know more about sex you'd be more confident to flirt with me" - she commented with an arrogant smile and you rolled your eyes

-"I don't think that fixes things, I'm shy by nature..."-You murmured looking away from her, tired of her making fun of you

-"Hey..."-Mel grabbed your jaw making you look at her-"I'm not making fun of you, I'm trying to make you understand how much I'm attracted to you...Look hon, I'm an older woman, I know what I want and like and I won't be messing around anymore, I  want you, I love how you are, but I want to ruin that innocence and make you mine, I want the most inappropriate memories to come to your head when you think of me..."-she responded making you blush more, but you were too nervous to be able to respond-"Jesus! I'm telling you all these things and you keep looking at me with that innocent face, as if I didn't notice how you look at me out of the corner of your eye or how you look at my breasts when I bend down... Please tell me this isn't just my imagination because I'm going crazy..."-Melissa whispered, setting the ice on the table, you barely smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, which confused the redhead as she didn't expect that

-"I like you... But... I've never been with a woman, I don't know how to do any of this..."-You whispered embarrassedly and the redhead laughed caressing your jaw

-"Leave it to me, you just relax and enjoy" - She whispered before kissing your lip softly and slowly. Her lips were soft and had a little cherry flavor from her lipstick, they were plump and strong, expert at kissing. A shiver ran down your head, down your spine and down your feet as her teeth brushed your lips and she took a gentle bite pulling a little, an involuntary moan escaped your lips and you blushed a lot as you listened to yourself. You knew how to kiss, you'd done it several times, but she was something unlike anything you'd tried before. Mel smiled arrogantly as she listened to you and looked into your eyes with great desire, as if with your moan you would have activated something animalistic in her. Her firm hands rested on your thighs without taking her eyes off your face

-"You know? Your dresses always drive me crazy... But your moans are something else..."-she whispered over your lips and began to kiss your jaw as her hands lifted your floral dress a little so she could caress your skin, her nails purposely scratched your legs and you moaned softly again. Her kisses on your neck, her body against yours, her hands, everything around you was Melissa, and you couldn't be happier about it.

Mel began to kiss the neckline of your dress, gently biting your breasts as her hand moved up your leg reaching for the edge of your underwear

-"Mel..."-Her name came out like a groan from your mouth, in the ears of the redhead it sounded as if the angels were singing praises to god-"We're still in school, what if someone comes?" - Your voice trembled, but not with fear, but with pleasure

-"There's no one left, there's only Mr. Johnson cleaning the classrooms, but it will take a long time for him to get here..."-She whispered and pulled your dress up to your waist, smiling at the sight of your pink underwear with small flowers-"God, I want to ruin you so bad"-She murmured in a deep voice and knelt in front of you, licking her lips as if you were a delicious dish and she was a hungry woman who hadn't eaten in months. You tried to close your legs a little so you wouldn't feel so vulnerable, but the redhead grabbed your knees avoiding it. She carefully grabbed one of your legs and began kissing it from your knee to almost your crotch, taking small bites along the way. And you just thought about how pathetic you should look trying to hold back your moans.-"I told you to relax..."-Melissa murmured against your thigh as if she could read your mind. Her free hand moved up your body to your chest and gently pushed you so that you were laying over the table, resting on your shoulders so that you wouldn't lie completely flat. Because of that position your legs spread further apart and that satisfied the redhead. With the tip of her nose, Melissa brushed and pressed her nose on your crotch over your underwear, causing you to shiver and a gasp to come out of your mouth as you let your head fall back-"That's it, relax..."-she whispered, and her nose brushed your crotch again, specially over the wet patch that had formed in your underwear. Which made her smile arrogantly when she saw how wet you were thanks to her. Gently she blew air from her mouth on where it was wet, giving you chills from how cold it felt. Her tongue traveled the same path her nose had traveled, it felt soft, the mixture of your juices with her saliva, but also the underwear generated friction against your fols and clit, which made you move your hips against her mouth, looking for more of it, more of her.

Mel pulled your underwear to the side without taking it off, coming face to face with your dripping entrance. Two of her fingers collected your juices and then spread it all over your vagina, then kept your lips open and separated. Your entrance was practically beating at this point, begging for her, for something else

-"Look at you, you don't look so innocent now little lamb..." - she whispered before burying her face between your legs. Her plump lips expertly sucked on your clit, alternating with the tip of her tongue to play with it too. At this point you were so wet that it was spreading down her chin and even wetting your desk. The redhead clawed at your legs again as her tongue penetrated you as deep as it could. At this point your moans were animalistic and desperate. You carefully rested your body on one of your hands and with the other you grabbed her hair by pulling it and pushing her face deeper and closer to you, without worrying if she could breathe or not. When the redhead's nose pressed down on your button, you started riding it on her face and it was a matter of seconds until you came on her face, letting out your loudest moan along with her name and a few insults. Without much strength you lay back completely on your desk while the redhead continued to lick your folds trying to make sure nothing went to waste. Your breathing was ragged and you felt like you were on another planet, as Melissa kissed your legs softly trying to help you come back to reality.

The moment your body reacted and you opened your eyes staring at the ceiling, your blood ran cold

-"FUCK!" - You screamed and Mel looked at you worriedly, when she followed your gaze, she saw on the ceiling a very well hidden, almost imperceptible camera, camera that had probably captured everything that had happened and that it was surely hiding and recording in Ava's office.

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[vinvantae]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝

Based off of this ask from @pear-1206

Summary - Dad!Jenson x wife!reader - where you bring your daughters to their first race and Jenson is determined to do his best.

Warnings - none, short and sweet, pure fluff

Word count - 1.2k

Spa was always one of the best tracks to race at - the atmosphere was unlike any other, and - thankfully - the chance of rain was slim. And this weekend was arguably the most important race weekend of Jenson’s career so far - sure it wasn’t for a championship win, but it was the very first race that his daughters would be attending and he was determined to make them proud.

They knew their daddy was a race car driver, but they’d never seen it themselves, you’d both agreed to wait until they were at least confidently walking before bringing them to a race and now aged 2 and 4, it was time for Isabelle and Ava to come to see him drive.

He wasn’t sure if he was more excited or if they were, both of them practically bouncing off of the walls in excitement when he asked them if they wanted to come watch. He’d been sure to pick up some of the smallest merch he could find - wanting his girls to be in his colours as the 4 of you walked through the paddock together.

Ava clung to his shirt as he carried her on his hip, looking around curiously at all the sights - whilst Isabelle was more than happy enough to explore on her own two feet, asking lots of questions. Jenson couldn’t help but feel pride and joy blooming in his chest as he finally got to spend time with his 3 favourite girls in the world in his favourite place.

“Oh hey! I wasn’t expecting the full button clan this weekend.” Lewis grinned, crouching to give Isabelle a high five before offering one to Ava who giggled shyly - patting her little hand against his. “What do we owe the pleasure?”

“Well, we thought they’re both old enough now and it coincided with a weekend that my gorgeous wife could take some time off work.” Jenson hummed, smiling softly at you. “And imagine being able to say that Spa was their first race, that’s pretty cool.”

Lewis smiled. “Who are you girls rooting for this weekend? Is it me?”

Isabella stuck her nose up a little. “No! Daddy, of course!”

“Duh, that was a silly question wasn’t it?” He chuckled. “See you all later, yeah?”

“Say bye to Lewis, Ava.” He whispered, bouncing the toddler in his arms a little - encouraging the toddler to wave.

“Bye Lew!” She grinned. “Race fast! Not fast as daddy, please.”

Jenson helped the three of you set up in the back of the garage - ear protectors comfortably over each of your ears, Ava now in your arms and Isabelle perched comfortably so she had a good view of the screens. He pressed kisses to each of your foreheads before heading off to get race ready.

He always raced better when you came to see him - 2009 was proof enough of this, you’d met the year prior and suddenly everything seemed to fall into place for him. And whilst another championship may not be within his reach like it had been before, he wouldn’t stop at anything to try and make his babies proud of him this weekend.

So when he put the car in P1 for qualifying, seeing your proud faces at the barrier was proof enough to him that he needed to repeat the performance tomorrow. Your gentle whispers of love for him in your shared bed that evening, telling him just how happy his girls were to see him do well - praising him between kisses.

“I’m gonna win for them tomorrow.” He hummed softly, taking your jaw in his hand as you laid, side by side. “Want our girls to see me win… be proud of me.”

You cooed softly. “Jense, they’d be proud of you no matter what. You’re always going to be the coolest dad in the world to them.”

“I mean… I am the coolest Dad.” He grinned, earning a playful roll of your eyes and a kiss goodnight. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

It wasn’t a particularly sunny day for a race, but it was comfortable and the endless piles of raincoats you had brought with you were now unnecessary. The girls both donned in their Dad’s merch - Isabelle’s blonde hair braided, a little red bow at the end, swaying as she skipped along and Ava’s tucked away beneath a cap, her head once again rested against Jenson’s shoulder as she dozed.

He almost didn’t want to put her down - loving the feeling over her in his arms. “Daddy’s got to get in the car, princess.”

“M’comfy.” She yawned. “But okay… Mummy?”

“Hey, I’ve got you.” You hummed softly, taking her from your husband. “I’ll wake you when the race is about to start okay?”

Jenson smiled fondly - giving his little family one more glance before heading out for the race. Whilst he always felt motivated before any race, there was something about knowing the three of you were watching in the garage that gave him that extra kick up the ass to do his best. He rolled his helmet over in his hands, smiling at the girls names he had printed on the carbon fibre before pulling it over his head and sliding into the car.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest as the race immediately started with a messy incident - Maldonado jumping the start turned into a multi-car incident, but thankfully Jenson managed to keep his nose clean and lead the race the whole way through.

As he climbed out of the car, he didn’t even hesitate to run over to the barriers to sweep the three of you into his arms - his heart racing.

“You did it, Daddy! You won!” Isabelle giggled.

It was Ava’s turn to cheer next, her little fists balled up in Jenson’s race suit. “Yaaaay, Daddy!”

He pulled back just enough to look at the three of you, his eyes crinkled up in a smile through his open visor. Jenson pulled his helmet over his head and gave you a chaste kiss. “I love you girls… so much. Thank you for being here today.”

“Go get your trophy, we’ll be right here.” You hummed softly, somehow effortlessly balancing a daughter on each hip. “Then the celebration dinner is on me.”

“…and dessert?” He smirked, raising a brow - leaning a hand on the barrier - eyes only for you, twinkling with mischief.

But before you could scold him the girls both squealed in excitement. “Daddyyy! We want dessert too!”

“See what you’ve done?” You laughed. “Seriously, get out of here!”

He returned your laugh before heading up to do just that - this trophy was like no either; it wasn’t his first, it wasn’t for a championship win… but as the national anthem played over the crowds, the feeling of being able to look down and see the three of you smiling up at him was like no either. His chest felt warm and fuzzy, he absolutely loved racing and finally getting to share it with his girls was a dream come true.

I love you. He mouthed, relishing the way your smile brightened.

I love you too.

He was brought out of his almost trance-like state as Sebastian sprayed him down with champagne, the German gripping his bicep as he lent into whisper. “Congrats man, can’t imagine the night you’re in for with the way your wife was looking at you.”

Jenson laughed, giving him a playful shove before returning the spray of the sparkling drink.

He took one more glance over the podium at the three of you, grinning as the girls waved up at him once more. Definitely his favourite podium ever.

#jenson button x reader #Jenson button x you #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #x reader

[noisyquokka]

Could I request a blurb with kevin from the boyz where we get stuck at home during a snowstorm but then eventually have to go back to work/school, the regular grind ig? Fluffy and cute stuff plz ^-^

The Place To Be

PAIRING - Kevin x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Spending three days in the house can easily bring on cabin fever. Well, except when Kevin's around... It's even harder to get back on schedule when he's actively doing his best to keep you near.

WORDCOUNT - 1.9k

WARNINGS - Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, sarcastic comments/insults incoming (It's just that kinda relationship), just two (2) dorks doing cute shit together and being cute together, Kevin being a menace

A/N - So it's not a blurb (I'm basically incapable of writing anything under 1k words) but I hope you enjoy it all the same!💛 Edit: I'd like to formally apologize for thinking I posted this like 3 weeks ago when it, in fact, sat in the drafts 🤡 send me to the pit of flames, y'all!

"Good God, how many shades of the same yellow does one paint kit need!?" Kevin shakes his head, squeezing the tiny tube of Cadmium onto the palette. He's sitting beside you, working on a paint-by-number piece that he'd bought months ago. What better time to crack it open than today? You turn your head to the canvas, taking in his progress.

"Those are not the same shade, Kev." You point to the few yellows you assume he's referring to, along with the one he'd just added to his palette. "That's a light yellow compared to this one. This is more of a lemon." You reach for two others; Golden and Saffron. "And these are two different shades, babe."

"Golden, Lemon, Banana Cream, Pineapple, Pear. I don't see a difference!"

"And you call yourself an artist... pfft." It's a mumble that's loud enough for him to hear, one that earns you the bump of his knee into yours under the table. You chuckle in response, bringing your palm to rest under your chin.

His eyes rove over the canvas, and you can see the cogs turning in your boyfriend's head as he figures out how to twist this paint-by-number into his own little masterpiece. The box was labeled Cottage in the Mountains but you knew Kevin. He'd add his own little touch to the canvas in the end.

"I know I'm hot, but quit staring, babe!"

"Oh, so hot that the snow is still falling." you pipe up, sarcasm thick in your tone. Kevin places a hand on his chest dramatically, rubbing at his pec as if you've wounded him. He leans into you, pressing a kiss to your hairline before he diverts his attention back to the tubes of paint.

"Felt that one deep in my chest, at least five years off my life." He presses another kiss to your nose, finding the smirk on your lips when he pulls away. "You trying to kill me off early?"

"Ugh, you got me. I'm actually an assassin." You reach for one of the painting knives on the table, running your fingers over the blade like a villain in a movie. "Unfortunate that I have to break it to you when we're stuck in this house together, snowed in... no one to come looking for you..."

"Well, when you say it like that." he trails, taking the knife from you. He's so unbothered, too used to this back and forth that you two have conjured as your love language. The corners of your lips curl up in a grin, and you bring your hand up to cradle his jaw, pressing your lips against his cheek in a quick kiss.

"You are the only thing saving me from this hell. So thank you for staying with me." you say. Kevin chuckles, dipping his brush into the dollop of Cadmium.

"We live together, you know." 

"Well yeah, but you could've chosen to paint in the office or something."

"But I didn't." The paintbrush moves over the canvas with sparse flicks of a wrist, the man's attention taken up by the careful strokes of his workspace. Your smile hadn't faded by much, but watching him work brightened it like morning glories.

"No, you didn't." you murmur. You get up from your seat, carding your fingers through his hair before leaving a kiss on top of his head. 

It's a simple thing, really; with below-zero wind chills and a snow band that wouldn't let up, you two were stuck inside. The whole town had shuttered with the storm, putting the safety of the citizens above all else, which in turn, canceled any non-essential traveling. With the snow falling at a pretty good clip, plows couldn't clear the streets fast enough. Living in a cold climate long enough had humbled you, and you easily knew when it wasn't worth going out. It also taught you how to make a mean chicken and veggie soup. Speaking of...

The paintbrush halts its movement over the canvas, brown eyes sliding back to where you disappear into the kitchen. His stomach rumbles, those familiar scents of seared chicken and simmered vegetables distracting him from his work. Kevin finishes the bit of paint off before cleaning off his used brushes, standing from the dining table and padding after you.

"Need any help?" He smiles, watching the moment your head turns to find his form standing in the doorway. You wave him over, stirring the soup in the Dutch oven. Long arms find their respective place around your torso, pulling you slightly away from the stovetop flame.

"You're like a dog," you mutter, setting the ladle down on the counter. You turn to face him, his fingers sweeping your midriff with the action, leading him backward until his hip meets the island. "always sneaking into the kitchen, nosing around for scraps."

"Does that mean I get whatever my heart desires?" He leans against the marble, dipping his head down till his forehead bumps yours.

"Depends." you reply with a sly grin, hands sliding over the fabric of his hoodie. "What exactly are you looking for?"

Your question is met with a cheeky smile and a raised brow, strong hands slipping around your waist.

"Nothing too demanding, just you and me cuddling on the couch after we eat?" The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he cocks his head to the side. "And a taste of that soup?"

You twist away from his grasp, bringing your attention back to the stove. The soup simmers on medium heat, steam rising above the broth as you stir the menagerie in the pot. You hum to yourself, feign thinking it over. Kevin's arms catch you as you instinctively lean back into his chest, fingers trailing over your side. After a moment, the ladle is placed on the counter again, and you reach to the left to wretch the drawer open for a spoon. It's all the answer Kevin needs.

“Nothing too demanding?” you finally ask, a teasing lilt in your voice. The remark is too easy to pass up cracking jokes, and it earns you a breathy laugh as your boyfriend rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Maybe later, if you're feeling up to it." He matches your humorous teasing easily, following it with a kiss on your shoulder. You bite back a smile, taking the spoon to the pot with a careful hand, a sample taste that you blow on before turning to your boyfriend. You keep your free hand under the spoon as he takes a sip from the utensil, licking his lips just like a dog.

"Perfect!" he replies, eyes soft as he glances down at you. Fingers glide up the wrist that's holding the spoon, stealing it easily to go back for seconds.

"Biased!" you counter, reaching for the spice rack.

"For you? Always," Kevin admits, taking another sample from the pot. "But your comfort food always tastes the best."

"I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment to my cooking skills."

"Both." The word falls off his tongue quickly, and you scoff.

"Don't go eating it all, there's still ten minutes left on the timer!" You swat his hand away from the pot, stealing the spoon back with a half-hearted glare.

"Is that your way of telling me patience is a virtue?" he questions, taking you back into his grip. He catches the sidelong glance you spare - the shoulder that you shove back into him in retaliation - and he grins. 

"That's exactly what I'm saying." You take from the few spices you've used in the soup already, adding a little more into the pot. Kevin intently watches you work, a looming heat over your shoulder that warms you more than the flame in front of you. He doesn't let go of you when you finally back away from the stove, opting to pull you with him until he's once again leaning against the counter and you're pressed against his chest. With seven minutes left on the timer, you let your attention drift to the man clinging to your waist.

Large hands sweep up your back and pull you closer, brown eyes locked with yours for a brief moment. Patience practiced, his gaze briefly drops to your lips and then he’s leaning in, a gentle brush of his against yours that has you instinctually wrapping your arms around his neck. The warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand like electricity coursing through your veins. You nuzzle your nose playfully against his, earning yourself a lazy grin.

The space between you dwindles to nothing once he captures your lips in a kiss. It's soft and sweet, a simple little thing that has a smile pulling at your lips, and suddenly the kitchen is the coziest place to be. Kevin's ears twitch at the sound of your laughter, heard in between liplocks and small pecks.

The best sound he's ever heard.

It's when you lean into him and curl your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck that he pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours. Just in time for the timer to go off.

It's like this for the three days that you're stuck at home; a simple routine that you quickly grow accustomed to as the hours drag on. While you don't mind sticking it out with your boyfriend, you're not against the idea of racing out into the yard to bury yourself under the several feet of snow that has fallen. Kevin makes it bearable when he's got you wrapped up on the couch or in bed, nothing more than the sound of your collective breathing and tangled legs under blankets.

It only becomes a problem when the snow has ceased and snow removal has wrapped up.

"Kevin, baby, I have to get up!"

You're still in bed, imprisoned in your boyfriend's embrace while you watch the minutes quickly deplete for you to get ready for your shift. Kevin whines into your neck, his arms tightening when you try to pry them off.

"Don't you have sick days left?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Take a sick day." he pleads, eyes closed as he snuggles into you.

"You know I can't do that."

Cue the grumbling like a perturbed feline being chased from the bathroom sink. You can't help but laugh at the response, trying once again to escape the man's clutches. He only tightens his grip again.

"Kev, come on, now," you whisper, turning your head towards your boyfriend. "We've been stuck in the house for three days."

"Take a sick day," he repeats, mumbling the words against your neck. His lips are warm against the skin, nipping at the delicate flesh lazily before he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"Please?"

It's hard to protest when he's looking at you like that; like you're his only reason for staying in bed another day. The heat of his body sinks into yours and you feel the protests on the tip of your tongue succumbing to the thumb massaging circles into your hip. To be completely honest with yourself, you'd be willing to skip work daily if you could stay wrapped up in Kevin's arms like this for the rest of your days.

You sigh softly, knowing your attempts to convince him to let you go are failing. The puppy eyes have won you over, and he'll melt any defenses you can muster up with them.

Your hand juts out for your phone, grabbing it from the nightstand. It's a quick unlock and a couple of taps, a quick call to your supervisor that you can't make it in due to the driveway being snowed in. A little white lie. When you hang up, you shoot your boyfriend a look.

"Happy?" you ask.

Kevin sighs contentedly, pulling you close as he makes himself comfortable again.

"Very."

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

#the boyz #tbz #kevin moon #tbz kevin #the boyz x reader #tbz x you #kevin moon x reader #kevin x reader #the boyz kevin #kevin moon imagines #the boyz imagines #kevin moon fluff #the boyz fluff #kevin moon x you #kevin moon scenarios #the boyz scenarios #the boyz drabbles #the boyz x gender neutral reader #tbz fluff #tbz drabbles #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #gn reader #x gender neutral reader #quokkawritings🌻

[n3onstarss]

Midnight Dancin'

2012 TMNT Donnie x Chubby, pear shaped reader!

requested by @puunk, TYSM for requesting!!

"2012tmnt! (preferably donnie, and if not you can pick whoever you want from whatever series variation you'd like i don't really mind)x chubby!(200lb+)Gn (preferably pear body shape but idc it's up to you, im trying to imagine myself but it's ofc towards others too) Angsty sappy, yadda-yada.. if not that's okay!!

forgot to add it as a oneshot too.. EHHH YOU GET IT PSHH"

Relationship(s): 2012 Donnie x reader

romantic or platonic?: romantic

type of reader: chubby, pear shaped, human reader

The lair was peaceful, as it usually was when the boys were taking their day off. Leo was watching Space Heros in the living room, Mikey was skating around and Raph was messing with the arcade games. Dee, as per usual, was locked in his lab and working on upgrades to the go karts. And, just like they did every weekend, their human friends were making their way down the sewers.

It was always anxiety inducing, trying to slip through a manhole cover without being noticed, but it was relieving to be inside and worth it to see your boyfriend.

As you walked alongside Casey and April through the cold and damp sewers you could feel the excitement rising in your chest. Their chit chat became background noise as you walked. Earlier this week Donatello had promised a surprise on your next date night. And lucky for you, it was Saturday night.

The lair was less quiet than before upon arrival, a chorus of 'Hello's and Mikey falling off his board trying to run over and hug everyone. Mikey's fall made Raph and Casey cackle, even Mikey was laughing loudly. The sudden noise outside summoned Donnie from the deep depths of hell.

also known as he got lost in his work and hadn't come out of the lab in hours. again.

when he (finally) emerged everyone was already busy talking about their weeks or recent developments in Space Heros (cough, Leo and April, cough.), but his emergence caught the attention of one person in particular.

"Donnie!" You threw your arms up in the air in celebration, and he took that as an invitation to sprint over and hug you. His arms wrapped tight, hugging you like you'd been gone for years instead of less than 24 hours. You couldn't help but laugh as you laid your arms across his shell, instinctively tracing the scutes as your forehead rested against his.

When he finally pulled back he waved to his family before he grabbed your hand and lead you to the lab, ready to get date night started.

"okay, okay jeez!" you tried your best to sound exasperated but could barely talk between laughter. "I'll see y'all later, have fun!" you hollered over your shoulder. This only led to calling attention to yourselves and earning a chorus of 'ooooooooooooo's all the way back to the lab. Donnie was blushing heavily at the teasing, walking a little faster than before.

"Have fuuuuuun!" Mikey called and waved with the hand that wasn't amplifying his voice, only serving to embarrass Donnie even more. You waved back as Dee pressed the button that closed the doors.

Once the door was closed Donnie turned around to face you. Simply staring at you for a moment. He pecked you on the cheek before abruptly scampering off to the other side of the room.

"ooooookay?" you whisper to yourself before following. When you round the Shellraiser, parked in the middle of the garage and lab, you catch sight of him again. He stands fiddling with his computer, only turning to face you again once music starts to play.

Normally you'd assume Donnie would listen to techno or classic or even Nightcore music, which he usually did in your defense, but as "Please Don't Stop The Music" by Rhianna started to play you were pleasantly surprised by the change of pace.

You opened your mouth to ask about the change, but before you could get a word out Donnie held out his hands with a nervous smile.

"Care to dance?"

Oh, this was new!

he was illuminated in the purple and pink LEDs he had above his desk, making him look beautiful under the lights. The glow of the lights and the flow of the music drew you forward a few steps and made you breathless. You curtsey'd playfully, taking one of his hands once you stand upright and kissing the knuckles.

"The pleasure would be mine, my dear" He blushed even darker, if that was possible, not having anticipated that. 'Predict that, Dee!' you thought to yourself, reminded of his meticulous planning for every outcome.

the unexpected response elicited a nervous giggle from him before he gently tugged you closer, bringing a hand to rest on your hip as your arms looped around his neck. you both swayed and spun slowly for a bit, but as the music got faster, he got bolder. Beginning to twirl and dip you in time with the beats. at certain points you were afraid you would fall, after all you didn't think you'd be the easiest person to dip, bas if you'd forgotten your boyfriend is mutated and fights villains on the daily. Well toned arms held you tight and kept you from falling. eventually all the anxiety and nervousness between the two of you melted away as you both continued to dance to whatever upbeat song he had queued.

by the time the final fast song ends your hearts are pounding and the both of you are out of breath. Luckily, the next song is slower. And what is good with slow songs? slow dances.

Once again you hold each other close as you sway from side to side in circles, not really dancing but not really not dancing.

Eventually he speaks up, "you know i love you, right?" he sounds so small in that moment, as if he's afraid that the words would scare you away.

A smile crack across your face. you're really love struck, huh?

"I love you more, Dee."

"mmmmm.. that's not mathematically possible." he plants a quick peck on the tip of your nose, reassured in his actions now that he knows they're reciprocatdled, (as if you weren't dating, what an idiot (affectionate)) before resting his forehead on yours.

The evening continued on after Thale intermission, full of dancing and kisses and laughter and love.

By the time the sun was rising the two of you were completely tired out and lounging on the stolen couch he'd dragged into the lab for the two of you. You laid back to the armrest, and he laid between your legs on his stomach, using yours as a pillow of sorts. the music had died down to quiet background noise and both of you were browsing your phones. your hands absentmindedly rubbing at his shell.

after an hour or two both of you were completely knocked out, oblivious to the fact that everyone else was up and moving. Donnie had forgotten to lock the door, apparently, which only became evident when Mikey burst in to wake y'all up. Somehow you both slept through the loud intrusion, and the following yell for the others to "come quick!" panicked turtles and humans alike rushed into the room, worried they'd have to fight villains at 9 in the morning. but after seeing the scene before them their nerves were calmed. A minute or two passed before everyone filtered back out to snag some breakfast from a local fast food place, opting to let the two of you sleep.

The lair was silent and empty once again during a peaceful Sunday morning.

Many, many blackmail pictures were taken and shared. Just so you know.

#this was not my best work lol #thank you for requesting!! #tmnt #2012 tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #2012 x reader #2012 donatello #2012 donnie #donatello hamato x reader #donatello hamato

[jungle-angel]

I’ll Keep You Warm (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You know Rhett will always be there for you and the kids, even on the coldest nights Wyoming has ever seen

Rhett closed the hatch on the back of the pellet stove in the basement, making sure it was completely filled and that the woodstove in the living room had enough in it to last the night. School had already cancelled until Monday and all the animals on the property had to be in due to the temperatures that were predicted to dip below zero. 

“Alright my stinky familiars,” Rhett said to the skunks, snapping his fingers and pointing towards the beat up old wicker basket where the babies were all laying in a pile to keep warm. 

The male and female obeyed instantly, earning a handful of mealworms from Rhett in their food dishes which were still full of blueberries, pears and the insectivore chow that Wes had brought over from the wildlife center. Rhett scratched their chins and ran his hand along their tails before they curled around the babies who were still small and needed to nurse. 

Back upstairs he went to see if Willy and Tiny were in their basket yet, the kittens mewing as they searched for their mother. Rhett quickly got a hold of the one who was always sneaking around and hiding in your yarn basket before putting him back with his brothers and sisters. 

“Darlin ya’ll still down here?” he asked. 

“In the kitchen,” you answered. 

Rhett made his way into the kitchen and snaked his arms around you as you scrubbed away at the last of the dishes. He pressed his warm lips against your neck, listening to the purr in your throat. 

“How goes Momma?” he asked, his voice deep from exhaustion. 

“Tired,” you answered. “I’m cold too. I’m shaking like a chihuahua dog.” 

Rhett laughed a little, but he too could feel the cold radiating a little against the window above the kitchen sink. “Kids need flannel pjs tonight, right?” he asked. 

“And the heavy quilts,” you reminded him. 

Rhett kissed your cheek but quickly snapped to attention when he heard the loud cries of a newborn coming from upstairs. “You stay put,” Rhett ordered. “I’ve got him.” 

Rhett headed upstairs to your shared bedroom, his steps quickening as the cries grew louder. Poor Dallas was fully awake, only in his little onesie and nothing else as he lay in the knotted pine sleeping basket on Rhett’s side of the bed. 

“Oh buddy, c’mere,” Rhett cooed as he lifted the little one out of his sleeping basket. “You’ve gotta be freezing.” 

Rhett found his little blue and white knit blanket Cecelia had made the day Dallas had officially been adopted into the family, wrapping it around his little form and holding the baby against him for warmth. 

“You were cold weren’t you?” Rhett said as he carefully put Dallas’s little blue and green pacifier in his mouth. “I know buddy, I know. Wish we could all go to Florida for a little while and get some sunshine.” 

Dallas’s crying died down to a few squeaky little whimpers as Rhett kissed the smooth tufts of hair on Dallas’s fragile little head. He dug around in the dresser to see if he could find some warm pjs for the baby and sure enough, there they were. You had gotten them the day of the official court ruling that Dallas was yours, the little blue footie pajamas that had a cowboy on a bucking bronco stitched onto them. Cecelia had thought they were the cutest thing in the world and now that Dallas had grown a little, he fit into them perfectly. Rhett even found the little crochet socks and matching hat that would keep him extra warm. 

Out of the old clothes and into the new and Dallas finally settled right down. Rhett carefully placed him in the sleeping basket, covering him with the blanket and stroking his hair. He hardly noticed you in the door, the broad smile on your face growing wider by the second. You loved how soft he was with the kids, especially the boys when they were newborns and the girls? Whenever he’d snuggle the girls, your legs turned to jelly.

“Is he asleep?” you whispered. 

“Gettin there,” Rhett answered. “What about the others?” 

“Hannah’s still awake,” you answered. “She’ll be reading her Little House on the Prairie books for hours. The big twins went down and so didn’t the little twins.”

“Kaya?” 

Before you could answer, in rushed Kaya in her little red and black flannel pajamas that Papa and Nana Cece had gotten all of the kids for Christmas. “Daddy, I’m done with my bath,” she chirped, pushing some of her wet hair over her shoulder. 

You laughed as your youngest daughter jumped up on the bed, hushing her before she had a chance to get too loud. “Alright Princess,” Rhett said, picking her up onto his hip. “Now that your baby brother’s asleep, it’s your turn.” 

He could feel Kaya’s tiny little frame buzzing with the cold, her teeth chattering like machine gun fire as Rhett brought her into her room. “C’mon Princess,” he said. “Up in your bed.” 

Kaya climbed the ladder right up into her bed, snuggling under the sheets, the comforter and the thick duvet cover that you and Rhett both tossed over her, her little velveteen rabbit tucked under her arm. 

“I love you Princess,” Rhett whispered, kissing her forehead. 

“I love you too Daddy,” Kaya chirped. 

You and Rhett turned out the lights and headed back to your own room, settling under the thick covers and watching the snow fall outside your window as Dallas snored softly in the basket next to you. 

Rhett curled his arms around you and pulled you close, the both of you asleep in one of his zip-up hoodies under layers of thick, warm blankets that felt more like a giant weighted one. 

“Still wanna go somewhere warm soon?” you asked, stroking his jaw which felt like sandpaper. 

“I’m hopin soon Darlin,” he murmured. “I’m gettin cabin fever real bad.” 

“Don’t worry,” you chuckled. “When my students were having their Spanish lessons, I went online and managed to get some pretty good plane tickets for Florida.” 

Rhett’s eyes went wide, his jaw hanging open like a confused guppy. “I.....I....you....we’re goin to Florida?” 

“When the kids go on February break,” you informed him. “A cousin of mine left us the house down in Key West, free of charge.” 

Rhett half laughed, half cried with relief. “Aw Darlin, ya’ll didn’t have to do that.” 

You tilted his chin so that his eyes met yours. “And you think I haven’t noticed you looking depressed lately?” you told him. “C’mon, you need the sunshine. Plus we have amazing memories of that place.” 

“Hmmm, our honeymoon in Key West.” 

The two of you lay awake until your eyelids couldn’t stand it anymore, recalling those beautiful memories of yours and Rhett’s honeymoon in the Florida Keys, the sunshine, laying in the hammock for hours and spending an ungodly amount of time on the beach, leaving the two of you a sunburned mess. 

And you couldn’t wait to do it again with your family.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader

[akamikazae]

Love me Mercilessly Kakashi x Oc Chapter 35: Like real people do tw: slight mentions of ptsd, mentions of alcohol word count: 13k It had been weeks and true to her word Kami-chan had not so much as touched a cigarette. Except of course to throw out the case she kept stashed above the fridge. On occasion she’d yell or get worked up over something minor but she’d slap another nicotine patch on her arm and chew her special gum like a cow. However despite all that she was the happiest Sasuke'd ever seen her. The only times she was still truly grumbly and grouchy were in the mornings before food and coffee and he doubted that would ever change. No man could change that.

And true to his word he was outside facing down the tree the very next day. He hated to admit it but maybe Kakashi was right because every time Sasuke took a vertical step up its mighty trunk all he could think of was how much farther he had to go; the top was worlds away. 

Come February and he had only managed to inch his way higher, and despite Kami-chan and Kakashi having their icky dinner date in the dining room he dragged himself inside and begged for some tips and tricks to get there faster. 

They said the same things they always said, “there are no shortcuts.” Kakashi lectured him again about balancing his chakras and Akami told him to continuously channel all of it to the very bottoms of his feet like a steady flowing river. 

Sasuke rolled his eyes and sighed all the way back outside.   

Akami and Kakashi had started the night with dinner just the two of them, Sasuke had been invited to join but declined. He had said there was no point in eating if they were going to make googly eyes at each other, he’d just puke it all back up. So Kakashi ordered take out from the fancy restaurant on the outskirts of the Hyuga district. He even sprung for the expensive sake. 

And after Akami put a very exhausted Sasuke to bed they continued their night, with a movie and a second bottle. Kakashi knew her well enough to order two, everytime he asked her how it was that she was so beautiful her answer was always ‘sake’, she said it made her glow from the inside out. And now as she sat firmly in his lap on the couch—with said firmness pressing between her legs— he could taste the pear and melon and honeysuckle on her tongue and he understood why she’d found it so irresistible.     

They hadn’t come up for air in nearly 10 minutes. In fact neither of them could have told you what happened after the opening credit sequence, even if their lives depended on it. Kakashi was the first to brake, he pulled away from her lips to press their foreheads together.  

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he mummured, “gimmie a minute.”  

He’d held his breath for longer—submerged in a water prison jutsu or something of the like, it was Akami that left him breathless. She was insatiable and the second her lips were on his it was like they shared the same lung.   He didn’t understand why she wanted him the way she did, he didn’t think he ever would understand. But as he saw it he was the luckiest man alive and you never questioned luck like that.

Akami giggled, her cheeks the prettiest flush of pink, “what did you call me?” her teasing whisper ghosted over his lips. 

“I didn’t call you anything?” he said still trying to catch his breath, 

“Yes you did,” she leaned forward taking his top lip between hers, “you called me sweetheart” he could feel the stretch of her smile press against his mouth, “I liked it” 

Kakashi smirked and leaned in to pick up where they left off, oxygen be damned. 

She squealed when he jumped up from the couch hoisting her legs high around his waist. He liked to carry her without the use of chakra just because he could, and well he might have had a penchant for showing off. He moved a hand beneath her to cradle her ass, so he could turn off the tv with his other and carry the sake to the kitchen. Each and every step he took earned him her lips on his neck and jaw and ear, she’d bite and suck and soothe. And he forgot all about breathing. 

They were just outside her door when Sasuke's opened. 

He wiped his teary eyed face wrapped in his comforter, and Akami jumped out of Kakashi’s arms to pick up Sasuke instead. 

Kakashi let out a tiny sigh, one that definitely came from his part of their shared lung. He opened Akami’s door for them and kissed the top of her head. The night ended with him strolling home alone and Sasuke swaddled in her arms instead.   

He wasn’t mad, maybe a little frustrated…in more ways than one. And look he got it, he knew Sasuke came first, he understood that Sasuke came first, and he was certain that Sasuke’s half of everything was the slightest bit bigger than his. What really bothered Kakashi—as he dragged himself through his front door at one in the morning—was that he’d gone home to nothing. 

The next time he was welcomed back in Akami’s bed, they discussed Sasuke’s recent strings of bad dreams. Her theory was that it had to do with him working himself too hard. 

Kakashi’d be the first to admit that didn’t know a thing about raising or caring for a child. He was honestly astonished he himself had made it this far in life, and maybe because of that he didn’t always know when to keep his foot from entering his mouth.

“Kam, don't you think Sasuke’s a little old to be sleeping with you?” 

Akami shoot up out of bed to properly glare at him, 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way—” He tried to hurriedly defend. And he didn’t, he was trying to help, he thought it’d just be better for Sasuke to learn to sleep on his own. 

Akami didn’t care for his input. She scoffed and ripped the pillow out from under his head, turning her back to him. 

Kakashi clicked his tongue, “Sweetheart, I don’t mean it to be mean,” He cooed, wrapping his arm around her waist, he was trying to butter her up. And unfortunately for him Akami knew it, she rolled over to face him angrier than before.

“I’ll remember that the next time you have a nightmare!” Kakashi sighed, he knew she was going to let him have it and he was dumb enough to deserve it.  “Don’t you sleep better when you’re not alone? Didn’t you crawl in through my window to sleep at night?” She hissed, “Don't you still?” 

Kakashi nodded once, 

“I never made you feel like a child because you needed someone there. What Itachi did to him is worse than you can even imagine, I don’t care if he’s 50! If he wants to sleep with me he can, and the same goes for you.” She rolled back over, readjusting her hoarded pillows. 

Kakashi waited until she cooled off and tried again, “I’m sorry, all I meant to say is, what's gonna happen when you’re not around.”  

Akami kept her back to Kakashi, she laid there staring at her closet door and thinking of what Sasuke had said the other night. How he had woken up with a start in his pitch black room and was too frightened to leave the safety of his covers. 

“I was scared to get up,” he had admitted. It made Akami feel awful for not hearing him, “I’m such a baby” he ducked his face into her pillow, “it was the same, like all the other ones'' he mumbled, “ I couldn’t do anything…I could only watch” and he picked his head up to face her “and then–and then I couldn’t even come get you.”  It kept her up all night.

Akami was dead come morning, if not for Kakashi kissing her shoulder before dipping out the window she probably would have slept straight through work. 

Now she was draped over the counter in Jonin lounge waiting for the coffee to brew. 

She knew it probably wasn't normal that she still let Sasuke sleep with her. She had asked Shikaku about it that very morning on the training field. He had said that Shikamaru stopped sleeping with them by the time he turned three.  She assumed the same was true for Sasuke and his parents.

She groaned watching the coffee drip, laboriously filling the pot, she’d have been better off sticking her head directly beneath the machine. 

Akami decided she didn’t care all that much for what was normal and what wasn't. What happened to Sasuke was so beyond normal, beyond abnormal. And if she can do something as simple as letting him sleep with her then she’ll do it forever. 

The last few drops sputtered and spewed. Akami didn't budge from the countertop and struggled to pour her mug to the brim. The burnt bitter smell had her craving a cigarette. She dug in the front pouch of her flak jacket for a nicotine patch. She considered slapping it directly on her forehead, but in the end settled for her arm–adding it to her collection. 

She lazily pushed herself from the counter and sighed, Kakashi had a point. She couldn’t always be there for Sasuke, no matter how much she wanted to be.

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#kakashi #kakashi hatake #kakashi x oc #hatake kakashi #sasuke #kid sasuke #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #kakaoc #nartuo #naruto oc #love me mercilessly #akami ketseuki #kashi x kami

[josiebelladonna]

black moon | kinkmas | day one

chapter title: “applebite”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: aphrodisiacs, apple orchards, forbidden fruit, sexual tension, fingering, blowjobs

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors dni, or so help me ❄️💋❄️💋

“Alex? Alex, where are you?”

Christine lifted the branch closest to her head and she peered all around her to the clearing in the heart of the apple orchard. Apples as big and red as she could imagine resided close to her, and she yearned for a bite at the mere sight of them.

She stepped out from the bushes of memory, and she peered up to the tree canopy over her head. She had no memory as to how she had arrived there, only that she had watched Alex perform on the stage and then she blacked out.

The air smelled fresh and damp, as if the rain before then had come and gone and nourished the soil in its wake. The ground was soft and plush underneath the soles of her shoes. She shivered as she peered up at the scores of apples right over her head, a series of bright full red orbs over her as if someone had launched off a bunch of paper lanterns for the morning after the rainfall.

“Alex?” she called out again.

“Here, here—”

She stared straight ahead to find him there at the other side of the clearing before her. His black curls sprawled all around his bare shoulders and his upper arms as if they had sprouted forth in the manner of vines. His lips were like little cherries, the gentlest ripest fruit right from the branch of the nearest tree not too far from the edge of her backyard. His eyes looked on back at her from their rich, voluminous depths, as soft and blue as the sky following the rainfall before her.

He was a walking aphrodisiac in his own rite, and more so when he showed that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, either. He wasn’t the kind of boy who was ripped with full-on abs and large muscles, but he did have a nicely toned chest and a gentle-looking stomach that looked as though it could serve as a pillow for her at some point during their stay there in the orchard. Indeed, as Christine took another glimpse around her, she realized that she had no idea as to how they had reached there.

The last memory that she had in mind was the one of him performing for her on the stage in Los Angeles: as far as she knew, they had teleported to Northern California. And Alex had regressed about twenty years in age as well. She had barely any memory of him being this young before, especially when Testament initially started out back in the middle of the Eighties.

He lowered his eyelids at her and the smile on his face, to which he looked almost cherubic in nature.

“Let me ask,” she began.

“Go ahead.”

“How old are you?” she asked him.

“I’m eighteen,” he told her; his voice crept over her like the same tendrils that crept over his shoulders.

Alex tucked his fingers down the inside the band of his jeans, and he hoisted them up his hips, and he strode on across the clearing and over to her.

Even knowing how decadent and ripe he was in comparison to the other fruits on the vine, she still had to earn it. To earn the taste of those cherry lips against her own. To taste the sugar that made up his skin. To kiss those plump little apples which he bore for cheekbones, perfect for the softest little kisses she could ever give unto him. To feel the gorgeous pear shape of his body, from the small of his back down onto his hips and thighs.

He seemed so real and like such a dream all at the same time.

“I’m here, my dear,” Alex declared to her once he came on closer to her. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

He reached for the nearest fruit on the branch closest to their heads, and he picked it off the stem.

“Apple?”

“Please,” she replied, and she held the fruit in between her fingertips. As Christine held the apple with two hands, she locked eyes with him. Her dark ones with his deep blue ones, so crystalline and bright even when shrouded in shadow. Alex showed her a sweet little smile and he tucked his lanky arms behind his back to show her more of the skin on his chest: a bit of sunlight shone through the trees and onto his upper body. A few stray curled tendrils of fuzzy black hair dangled over his shoulder like the head of a snake.

He was so lush and sensual, especially once he cocked out his hip a bit towards her.

“I want to watch you,” he told her, to which his already soft voice lowered to an even lower tone: husky and tender like the very fruit that she cradled in between her fingers.

She eyed his full little cheekbones, round and tender like little apples in their own rite. His eyes then dropped down to her body for a split second, and then she took a glimpse down as well. She had no clothes on as well: for a moment, she swore that she was inside of the dream of a teenage boy, but then she realized that she was in control of the dream. This was the dream for her. The dream was real.

“Have a bite, my dear,” Alex coaxed her in a near whisper.

Christine took a bite of the apple and the juices nearly dribbled down her chin. She caught it before the rest of it fell upon the deep part of her chest. So sweet, so decadent, and so crisp.

“Oh, my god, Alex,” she said with her mouth full.

“It’s a good apple, isn’t it?”

“Mm-hm.” She brought a hand up to her lips as she prepared to swallow it down.

“Right as the rain stopped, I picked one off the trees back here,” he told her with a gesture back to the trees right behind him. He then ran his hand down his chest and onto his stomach. “Filled me up a bit, too.”

“It can’t tithe you over for very long, though,” she told him as she took another bite.

“Not at all,” he confessed as he strode around her: he swayed his hips a bit all the while. She locked eyes with him even as he sauntered behind her. Those deep eyes like the Mariana Trench, the bluest waters before they gave way to the darkness below. To swim in his ocean before she reached the fire down below. The dance of fire and water.

Christine took another bite from the apple, and she swore that the sunlight that filtered through the trees disappeared with the incoming blanket of clouds that came on the back of the rainfall. Alex stood before her with his hair sprawled over his shoulders as if he had just sauntered right out of the jungle rather than the trees of the apple orchard.

He had crawled out on a veil of darkness on the back of the most sinful apple known to mankind.

“My sin,” she whispered to him. “My soul.”

He showed her his tongue and he gestured for her to follow him along the soil to the far end of the orchard. Christine glanced down at the apple and then she showed him a little smile.

It was as if he had seduced her with her knowledge.

Christine followed Alex along the aerated soil, all the way to the very end of the row until they reached the lush hillside. It made her think of the hills right outside of Sacramento, right before they reached the Sierra Nevada Mountains: she gazed up to the crest of the hill, at the swirling clouds up above.

“Our cabin awaits us, dearest Christine,” he told her.

He held out a hand for her and, with her free hand, she took his and she followed him up the side to the very top. There was a part of her that wanted to lead him up the hill, but he was the one who knew the whereabouts of the place in shelter for them.

Still with her other hand grasped onto the apple, she took a glimpse down at the ground beneath them for a moment. The ground on the hill was still damp, and while he wore little white tennis shoes that looked to be untied, she was barefoot.

“It’s okay,” he assured her in a kind tone. “We’ll be there before you know it.”

She took another bite as she climbed up the hill by his side instead. Her toes sank into the soft earth below them: it reminded her of walking on the beach.

“There we go,” he said, and that little smile returned in all its tender beauty.

Christine dug into the flesh of the apple as they reached the edge of a trail there on the side of the hill, and they were still side by side, still with their hands together as they walked together. A cold gust of wind caught her by surprise and her nipples tightened at the sensation. Alex cracked a smile at that; she shivered but she showed him a smile as well.

“You can look but you can’t touch,” she teased him as she nibbled her way down to the apple core.

“My wish is to touch,” he declared over the winds around them.

“And my wish is to touch,” she retorted right back to him.

Within time, and with a few more gusts of wind at the fronts of their bodies, Alex brought her to the cabin perched on the crest of the hill before a low patch of evergreen forest: indeed, off in the distance stood a series of mountain peaks that rose high up into the low clouds above them.

“Yeah, let’s get into the cabin—” Alex’s voice drowned out with the uprising winds; he bowed his head and yet he never let go of her hand all the way. Christine finished the apple once the path before them straightened out and they trudged to the front door of the cabin; she hunched her shoulders in hopes to keep the cold off her skin, but all it did was shoot more chills up her spine and tighten up her nipples even more.

Alex opened the front door and he let her inside there first. It was a cute little cabin, with its cozy front room with the plush couch of crushed emerald green velvet and twin wrought iron floor lamps, as well as four strings of Christmas lights strung across the ceiling overhead and a little blue and gold menorah in the window. To the left was a small space with a rug, a kitchenette, and a brick fireplace nestled in the corner, and a small square window right over the bricks; on the far left was a small hallway to the bathroom and the one little bedroom. Next to the front door stood a little glass box with a label that read “cores go here”, and the first thing she did was place her apple core in there.

“It’s for fertilizer,” he explained as he closed the door behind them. “Once the snow passes, we can plant the seeds into the soil and then the remaining flesh will join them inside the earth.”

“That’s beautiful,” Christine remarked: she ran her hands all along her upper arms to keep the warmth in there.

“It’s nature.” He flashed her a wink and a slight glance down to the full shape of her hips and thighs.

“I’m shaped like a pear,” she told him.

“I am, too! And I think there are some clothes in here for us?” Alex kicked off his shoes, and then he peeled off his jeans and let them collect all around his ankles: she raised her eyebrows at his delicate naked body, to which that sweet smile made another return, complete with those soft little apple cheeks.

He ran a hand down his hipbone all to bring attention to the shape of his body, and then he turned to the trunk on the floor right next to him. Christine eyed the shape of his bare ass as he stooped down for the locks on the lid, but he was quick to put on long fitted black underwear pants, followed by a little button-up sweatshirt.

He then handed her a matching ensemble.

“Here, doll—”

Christine slipped on the long underwear and then the sweatshirt: she kept the top three buttons undone to ease the pressure on her chest, as well as to expose her pointed nipples to him once more, that time through the warm flannel which made up the shirt. He grinned at the sight of her.

“There’s my snow bunny,” he declared. He ran his fingers through his jet-black curls, which in turn exposed the silvery roots of that little plume of gray at the front of his head: it was about the size of a quarter, and it came about in the form of a faint sheen upon his bangs. “Now, watch this—”

He clapped his hands twice and the fireplace roared to life with a big bright fire.

“Wow,” Christine breathed out with a clasp of her hand to her chest.

“Yeah. The first time I saw this thing and I was told it ran by way of a clapper, I was skeptical at first. And then I tried it out and it actually happened! It warmed up the room, too.”

“And it’s warming up the room right now.” Christine lowered her shoulders and fixed the bottom hem of the sweatshirt, which was already riding up her full waist a bit.

“I expect you to do that a lot while we’re here,” he quipped with a wink. “We’re gonna eat so well here—I predict us having snug clothes and more-than-satisfied bellies by the time we’re done.”

“I’m actually okay with that,” she confessed to him with spirit.

He sank down on the couch and leaned back into the plush cushion behind him. She followed suit right next to him but she stayed in an upright position.

“So, tell me, dear Christine,” he began again. “What’s your story?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “What’s there to know?”

“I’m curious about you,” he confessed her. “What’s a pretty girl like yourself with a funky-looking Jew boy like myself?”

“I like you,” she promptly replied.

“Yes, of course! But why, though?” He hooded his eyes at her and puckered his lips a bit at her. The flickering light of the fire danced over his handsome oval face and those deep eyes. She thought about the encounter in the apple orchard, and if he was even aware of it, or if he had switched mindsets without her knowing at one point.

“I don’t really know, to be frank,” she admitted. “I think you’re really cute, for one thing.”

He squinted his eyes at her and with two fingers, he undid the collar of that little sweatshirt, which in turn revealed the skin on his collar bones and his chest.

“I’ve got to be more than cute, though,” he pointed out, to which he ran his hand along the top of his thigh. Christine watched him with her head bowed a bit. How she wished to see inside of his mind right then, to feel him from the inside and fully understand him.

“You’re luscious and sweet like that apple I was eating,” she told him. “You give me such a naughty, decadent feeling within me.”

“That reminds me…” He leaned over to the side of the couch for something: before Christine could ask him, he showed her a big king-sized chocolate bar, still wrapped in its silvery tin foil and without a single break in its wrapper, either.

“The forbidden fruit needs a little nuance to its level of sin,” he told her as he unfurled the foil at the top of the bar. The rich, dark chocolate greeted her, and his eyes gazed up at her as if he beckoned the most decadent of a lie itself from her. He took a whiff of the chocolate and then he broke off a piece from the top edge and handed it to her.

She took a slow bite, complete with her eyes closed.

So smooth. So rich. So strong. With a little spice in the back.

“Is there something spicy here?” she asked him.

“Just a hint of chili powder with ginger,” he replied. “A little extra sexy kick in there.”

“Oh, my, god… I could eat so much of this.”

“There’s more where this came from,” he vowed to her. 

“You and I will eat all the chocolate,” she promised him with a twinkle in her eye, “especially since you can’t drink wine as of yet.”

“All the chocolate and coffee come the morning,” he added as he sloughed off a piece for himself.

The feeling of aphrodisiacs compounded with the sight of the aphrodisiac before her, and it all manifested as they shared that chocolate bar together, and to the point of Alex’s craning his neck for a glimpse out the window over the fireplace.

“Is it snowing?” she asked aloud.

“It is!” he proclaimed; indeed, she turned to look for herself, at the billowing cloud of drifting snow beyond the glass pane. Lucky for them, they were safe and warm in the cabin: Christine nestled closer to Alex’s body, closer to the sweet comfort of his body.

“Eat lots of chocolate and dinner,” he promised her as he put his arm around her. She slipped another bite of chocolate into her mouth and she glided her fingertips along his chest and down onto his stomach.

“What shall we have for dinner, by the way?” she asked him.

“Something warm,” he replied with another bite of chocolate. “Warm and—with tomatoes.”

“Shall I make it or should we do it together?” she asked him.

“Together.”

Once they finished their chocolate, Christine stood to her feet first, and she held out her hand for him. Alex followed her into that little kitchenette with the dark heavy wood and the little powder blue fridge tucked in one corner.

“I feel like we’re in the middle of the Fifties,” he noted.

“Why, ‘cause of the fridge?” she asked him.

“No, I mean, it feels like it’s in the fifties in here,” he stated with a rubbing of his upper arms, to which she giggled.

Indeed, there was something about the making of that big pot of pasta with the tomato sauce and meatballs that tickled her so: whenever he stirred the pot of sauce, he picked up a spoonful of it for her to taste, and he flashed her a deep-eyed stare all the while.

“We’re already full of chocolate and spices,” he told her in a husky voice once again. “Now we’re about to eat tomatoes.”

“With garlic, and olive oil, and basil, and a bit of arugula—” she added. “You know what all of that is, right?”

“Aphrodisiacs?” he asked, reluctantly.

“Exactly! I’m gonna fill this little tummy—” She lovingly patted his stomach. “—with all the things that will get you all hot and bothered.”

He sipped on the sauce some more and she brought her hand down onto his crotch for a little squeeze.

“Do I feel—” she started.

“Yes, you do,” he told her, and his breath smelled of tomatoes and basil. Her fingers caressed over the warm fabric of his long underwear, and she could in fact feel a bit of an erecting in there.

“What say you and I have a little fun after dinner?” she offered him in a near whisper.

“Please,” he begged her, and he lowered his gaze to the pot of pasta behind her. “You’re boiling.”

She turned around and gasped at the sight. He snickered as she stirred the fettuccine noodles to calm it down before she drained them in the sink next to them. He kept that mischievous little smile on his face all the way to back to the couch: Alex had served himself a big bowl of pasta while Christine was eager to have more meatballs than him.

“The basil is sweet,” he noted with a little gyration of his head.

“Not as sweet as you,” she told him.

The fire roared before them and the snow billowed down on the other side of the window before them. He twirled his pasta around the tines of the fork and at a slow, deliberate pace no less. He picked up the orb of pasta and showed it to her.

“Delicious,” he said, and then he crammed the whole bite into his mouth.

“My goodness,” she declared.

Alex tilted his head back against the top of the couch and he closed his eyes as he relished in the fullness of the flavors. Christine took a large bite of pasta herself but with a meatball.

Given it was warm in the room, they both ate their food at a slow, deliberate pace. All the flavors fused with the feeling of each other’s bodies next to one another brought about a soft warm feeling between the two of them.

When he finished first, he watched her pick up the last meatball and then nibble upon it with the very edge of her teeth. Then she slipped the rest into her mouth and she turned to him with her mouth full.

“So good,” he breathed out, and his eyes glanced over to the window. It was still snowing, but the sun had set at that point, and that point, there came the milky soft light of the moon through the wispy clouds.

“The moon is full—like me.” He cracked her a tender, sweet smile, and Christine took his plate and set it as well as her own down on the floor before their feet. She then lunged closer to him all to touch and feel him.

His body was warm and soft, ripe and juicy like an apple picked right off the vine, just like how she expected him to be back in the orchard. He welcomed her and cradled her, her own personal aphrodisiac, in all his beauty and feeling of home.

“I hope those apples at the bottom of the hill are okay,” he breathed into her lips.

“They are,” she assured him.

“Show me the way,” he begged to her as he lay down on the couch. “Show me the way—”

“Make love to me—” she whispered to him as she pressed her hands onto the sides of his face.

“Only if you make love to me,” he whispered back to her.

She opened his shirt all to feel more of his warm skin. Her body over his, the warmth in her stomach with the full warmth that radiated from his belly, their hearts together, she had it within her with the feeling of all the aphrodisiacs that she could ever dream of at that point. She was leading him up that hill, all to the point of putting her hand down his long underwear.

His skin was warm, much warmer than his belly, and a lot softer. Her fingers ran over his skin all to tighten it up. He treated her to a soft groan from the back of his throat with each touch of her fingers.

There was a part of her that wanted to drive him insane, to drive him completely up the wall with the feeling.

“This is so forbidden,” she muttered as she ran her fingers down his bare chest.

“Not as forbidden as you—” he whispered right into her lips: the meeting of two cherries with her own as well. “Not nearly as forbidden as you, my dear—tell me—where do you like to be touched?”

“The place where life begins,” she whispered. “Down in front.”

With one hand on the small of her back, he slipped his other hand down her long underwear to her crotch. Those guitar player fingers grazed over her lips and underneath her hood for a gentle touch. She gasped at the feeling, to which he cracked her a smile.

She could feel the basil and the tomatoes doing their job, adjacent to the swipes of his fingers.

A chill ran up her spine and she still held onto his burgeoning erection all the while.

She locked eyes with him, those deep blue eyes like the ocean, and she used her other hand to pull down that long underwear all so he could release his load without soiling the inside.

“Big fat dick with a big lush pussy,” she breathed into his mouth. She gripped onto him and a little pearl emerged at the tip.

He slipped a finger right square onto her clit which in turn coaxed a gasp out of her. He cracked her a grin and she shook her head.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty boy,” she teased him. “Just for that—”

She moved her head to his dick, and she put her lips around the tip. He gasped at the sensation. Christine glided her teeth along the length of it and he moaned at the feeling. Her teeth deeper into his skin and he moaned louder.

She could feel another pearl inside of her mouth. He was coming for her.

She sank her teeth in as far as she could go without hurting him and his moan filled her ears as well as the room.

His fingers returned to the head of her clit, and she raised her head off his dick, complete with a bit of cum on her lips as she came for him again.

They locked eyes again, and that time around, he was a complete mess, with the sheen of sweat on the side of his face and his lips parted as he strove to catch his breath.

“Tomatoes,” he groaned out.

She licked the cream off her lips.

“Tomatoes and chocolate,” she corrected him.

“Tomatoes, chocolate, and apples,” he followed it up with a wink.

“You’re good,” she told him as she stroked his dick again with the tips of her fingers.

“No—you are. You’re so good.”

#black moon #kinkmas #kinkmas 2022 #day 1 #kinkmas day 1 #alex skolnick #testament #testament band #smut #testament fanfic #fantasy #kink tag #kink tumblr #alex skolnick x oc #mild smut #aphrodisiac #also on ao3 #writing #fic writing #text

[taikanyohou]

sorry if this has been asked before, but outside of vegaspete and teamwin, do you have any other fav ships? 👀

hiiii anon!!! fhdbfid "outside of teamwin and vegaspete", yes i do! i have loads, based on different dynamics etc. some are couples from tv shows/novels that havent aired yet, some are side couples, whilst some are crackships between 2 characters that i think just vibe together exceptionally well.

jiang cheng and gu fei (sa ye/chasing the light).

tao mo and gu she (love is more than a word).

yaohua and yusheng (till death tear us apart).

wen kexing and zhou zishu (word of honour).

xie wang and ye baiyi (word of honour).

xue yang and xiao xingchen (the untamed).

jiang cheng and lan xichen (the untamed).

evan and kai (summerdaze).

tiffy and tum (lovely writer) - they're MY bi4bi couple!!!

met and thun (he's coming to me).

mork and sun (dark blue kiss).

ayan and akk (the eclipse).

akk and theo (enchante).

earn and pear AND earn and pam (2gether) - bc why tf not! also i have a NEED to see gigie and film in a gl as the main couple so yaaa.

puth and kaeng (y-destiny).

kijima and kuzumi (the novelist).

nagisa and shin (his).

kurosawa and adachi (cherry magic).

aoki and ida (kieta hatsukoi).

yoohan and yeonwoo (colour rush).

shin daon x happiness (light on me) - no forreal tho I LOVE him and he DESERVED to have boyfriend ffs!!!

tommy and bada (ocean likes me).

go guem x lee heon x jung eunho (tinted with you) - my poly ship!!!

#faiza answers

[imafivestarkpopstan]

Happy Saturday!

In light of the weekend starting, every week, I'm going to have an event!

Every Saturday, my requests will be open, no matter whether I'm on hiatus or not!

Requests Open for x Reader

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

James Potter

Regulus Black

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Wolfstar

Jegulus

Dorlene

Drarry

Hinny

Ronmione

...More!

2Gether/Still 2Gether

SarawaTine, because you can't separate my boys!

Phukong

Mil

Boss

Type

Man

Pear

Earn

Little Women

Laurie Laurence

Amy March

Beth March

Jo March

Meg March

Feel free to ask whether I'm doing any others!

#harry potter x daughter reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #james potter x reader #wattine #wattine x reader #jegulus #jegulus x daughter reader #sarawat guntithanon #sarawatine #wolfstar #bosspear #mantype #typeman #earnpear #ginny x reader #linny #drarry #laurie laurence x reader #amy march x sister reader #jo march x sister reader #meg march #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #robin buckley

[siberat]

So, I did a chub-kink request for myself- odd pairing.  Ratc/het x Ka/on.  It is a quicky one, but a bit different. Hope you enjoy!

So, Rat/chet, after some time of enjoying being well fed and having a plumper body to show it (just imagine pear shaped- big ol’ belly and some thick thighs and yeah, a meaty aft). He gets captured by the D/JD, along with some other Auto/bots. The DJ/D member assigned to terminate him is Ka/on. 

Naturally, Ka/on gets in his alt mode and another ‘Con pushes Rat/chet in the chair to strap him in. Now, when I say push, I mean more along the lines of forcefully shoving. It appears Rat/chet’s aft is simply too fat to fit into the electric chair. So, the flab is stuffed into the chair- thigh flab squishing out between the seat and armrests, love handles straddling said arm rests, and aft spilling out the back of the chair. And yes, the restraints are forced to latch all the way. Once the ‘Con helping strap in the Auto/bot stops laughing, he leaves Ka/on to it.

So, these two are in the room by themselves. Rat/chet, who is pretty much out of breath from both walking so far and being forced into a chair too small for him, sits there in fear. And anger. You know, grumpy old medic aint gonna loose his bite even in the face of the D/JD. But he says nothing.

Ka/on says nothing.

The electric chair also doesn’t engage the electrodes. The only thing heard is the silence of the room…. And some creaking of the chair.

Rat/chet wiggles a bit, and the joints of the chair groan with the sheer amount of weight it is forced to carry. And being in the current situation he was in, the medic didn’t care if he made the D/JD member uncomfortable. Rat/chet wiggles again and throws his back heavily against the chair's back rest. This earned him a groan from the mech he was sitting on.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does that hurt?” Ratc/het sarcastically snorted and pressed his back against the back rest to lift his aft off the seat, only to slam it back down. The chair not only creaked, but something snapped, followed by the mech in alt mode grumbling out and ‘OOooff’

“Heh, you like that?” Rat/chet sneered. This time, he really shimmied his aft and thighs around, purposely pressing them against the chair in the most forceful manner. A number of creaks and popping echoed through the room. A loud snap rang out. “What’s wrong, are you not strong enough to hold me?”

With all his strength-and added weight- the medic pressed outwards: his arms forcing the arm rests apart, thighs spread to force the sides of the chair out, and his back pressing on the backrest. He began to rock, finding a rhythm that resulted in the most number of creaks and groans from his captor. It did appear some of the joints were loosening. But slaggit- he was getting winded just squirming around!

A loud crunching noise was heard. Rat/chet thought for a second that he had broken free, but upon checking, he was still securely fastened. After a harsh snicker, Rat/chet asked “How’s that feel for you, you slimy ‘Con?”

"Amazing," Ka/on said huskily as he vibrated with excitement. “Please, do continue- try and break me.”

This was not the response the medic was hoping for.

#chubformers #chub-prompt

[ajoytobeheld]

Thank you notes

August 16th, 2009

As everyone knows writing thank you cards is the most painfully excruciating social expectance we have in polite society. Every christmas you play with the generic body lotions your relatives bought you just to prove that they have no idea who you are, and your mum reminds you that you now have to write fourty thank you letters WITH THOUGHTFUL BLOODY DETAIL.

On tour everyday is like Christmas but we keep getting wondrous stuff we genuinely  like, so well done , most of you know me better then my extended family and here are some thank you letters to show my appreciation….

Dear David,

You brought us cupcakes in Austin and they were truly awesome, I particularly enjoyed the frosting and the thought you put into getting a variety of frostings involved. I actually said to Alek how amazing it would be to have some kind of vanilla top and chocolate bottom, and there was one in the box so I was annoyed at my lack of originality but enjoyed the taste. Swings and roundabouts. I did clock you had some kind of bakery box when you came to watch the sound check and I did hope for some kind of buttercream treat but I think they exceeded my expectations. We are also hoping you could reply and let us know you are ok after the crowdsurfing, as I think you ventured into some empty space briefly…. thanks again

Dear Sergio,

I am so sorry I did not get to take my amazing gifts from you personally, I was in a state of dehydrated delirium and kind of wafted home after the show BUT Kelly (merch lady extraordinaire) gave me all the beautiful beautiful comics the next day.

Here is me with Civil War, which I have read (already) and loved, despite the fact I didn’t save my page and randomly opened it to a key plot twist thus ruining the ending for myself. Why do I despise myself this way? But thank you very much for my new exciting reading material.

Dear Jordon,

Your mum made us apple pie in Dallas, and then worried it would get a bad food review from the ever fussy Ollie.

Well she can breathe a well earned sigh of relief.

When I came back to the dressing room to sample my first bite of this beautifully presented pie post show it had already been attacked, and it continues to get eaten til this very day. It’s sitting at my feet in the van as we speak and I nibble at it. Your mother need not be worried that she used different apples, but I am worried when you said they were a pear – apple hybrid as I have never heard of such a thing, and thus think you are mental.

Cheeks kisses to all

Ellen x

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[rapifessor]

Pokéchronology, Volume I: Yellow

Day 12

We're nearing the end of the first volume of Pokéchronology. I beat not just one, but two gyms today: the final two. Which just leaves the Elite Four, the Champion, and whatever postgame Pokémon Yellow has to offer. Depending on the level of grinding required, that could only be two or three more days.

I've been looking at what it will take to complete the Pokédex as well. Between my copy of Yellow and Crystal, it should be possible to obtain every Generation I Pokémon in both versions. However, due to some complexities, I can't do that while maintaining my save files on both. There are certain Pokémon that you can miss out on depending on your decisions in-game, which means I'd have to create new saves to get Pokémon I would otherwise miss. I don't particularly want to do that, so I'm looking into some alternatives.

With that preamble out of the way, I'll go over what happened today. Spoilers ahoy, obvs.

Sea Route 21

This is the final route before I complete the tour around Kanto and start revisiting areas to clean up and get ready for Victory Road. I've used my Thunderbolt TM on Holy now so I kept them in front to deal with most of the Water types I was being spammed with on the way up the route. I tried to give Mycoboss some action as well, since they were going to be my weapon against Sabrina's gym.

There's nothing really of note here, though I do have to give a shoutout to the guy who just has six Magikarp on his team. He's the only trainer outside of presumably the Elite Four and the Champion who has six Pokémon, and they're all just fucking Magikarp. What a chad.

The route ends back at Pallet Town, and I do a little battling in the patch of grass at the very end. There doesn't seem to be anything new in there though, just some Pidgey. I drop by my house to heal and get my items sorted. Maxed out the item storage again, so I tried to clean it up a bit but for some reason you can't get rid of items like the S.S. Ticket which are literally useless now. That was annoying, but I'll have to make do, I guess. I withdraw a couple of TMs that I can buy at the Celadon Department Store anyway so I can sell them.

After that I do a quick restock in Celadon, buying a bunch of Lemonades and selling those TMs before I have Pear Fly me to Saffron City.

Fighting Dojo

Before challenging the gym I just have one thing I need to do, which is challenge the Fighting Dojo. I could have done this much earlier as the trainers inside only have their Pokémon at level 30 or so, but I figured I would deal with it when I challenged Sabrina. Holy plows through essentially the whole dojo with raw Special, and earns me a Hitmonchan, who I name Star Plat. If you're looking for a strong Fighting type, Hitmonchan isn't a bad way to go since they learn Fire, Ice, and Thunder Punch, which gives them great type coverage and their stats are arguably better than Hitmonlee. Hitmonlee has higher Attack, but most of the moves they learn don't have 100% accuracy, which REALLY sucks.

I don't really have a need for a Fighting type on my team though, and getting Star Plat. up to speed would take some time anyway. So I won't be using them, and I head straight for Saffron Gym instead.

Saffron Gym

It's basically just a teleporter maze like the Silph Building was, though much less complex thanks to its single floor and nine rooms. The trainers here have a variety of Pokémon, but as you'd expect they're mostly Psychic types. I brought out Miles to deal with the occasional Ghost type and Prinzessin for the few Poison types that I encountered.

Now, Sabrina's fight is kind of gimmicky. She has three Pokémon, all level 50: Abra, Kadabra, and Alakazam. My strategy here was to tank up Mycoboss with a full set of X Specials, because the Abra line has extremely high Special and I can't rely on not being explicitly weak to Psychic to tank attacks. This would enable Mycoboss, with their high Attack stat, to decimate Sabrina's team with Leech Life.

That didn't stop Sabrina from throwing a wrench into my plans though. The only move her Abra seems to know is Flash, which isn't very threatening but it does reduce your accuracy. No matter, I still manage to land the Leech Life and take out Abra with one attack.

Sabrina's other Pokémon aren't much different. Mycoboss took substantial damage at one point during the battle, but easily healed it back. I pretty much just spammed Leech Life until it managed to connect, because all of her Pokémon faint to a single hit. Yeah, the Abra line's HP and Defense stats are literally fucking garbage. The textbook definition of a glass cannon. That's why a move with only 20 Base Power, albeit 2x effective and on a 'mon with a pretty good Attack stat, is able to OHKO them.

So I got the TM for Psywave and beat another gym. But why stop there? I could go straight to the final gym from there, and it didn't take long to beat Sabrina so I might as well.

Viridian Gym

Here it is, the final gym. Humorously, one of the least threatening. The trainers here use a lot of different Pokémon though, not most of which are Ground type. There were a lot of Fighting types actually. But because they have low Special and Holy is a decent Special attacker, they all pretty much get wiped out by Ice Beam or Surf.

By the way, this gym has a sort of maze thing going on too, where you have to take a specific route to get to the end. Beyond that there isn't much really to say, you can pick up a Revive here I guess but otherwise it's pretty standard without much of a gimmick to it. I will say the layout is fairly interesting, and the trainers themselves to physically block you from taking certain routes.

On to Giovanni. He's back once again, stronger than ever. Well, as strong as a trainer whose team is mostly Ground type can be, anyway. That said, he opens the battle with a level 50 Dugtrio, who's faster than Holy and OHKO's them with Fissure. Figures, the ONE TIME I actually get hit with a 30% accuracy OHKO move, it's on Holy who I was going to use to sweep most of Giovanni's team. So much for that, I guess.

Good thing I have two Water types on my team. Out goes Ominous, who drains most of Dugtrio's HP in one Bubble Beam. They survive to get in a cheeky Sand Attack before Ominous finishes them off with a Bite. The next Pokémon is Persian, who I figure Prinzessin is the best match for. They do some pretty heavy damage though, and of course Persian knows Slash so Prinzessin takes a ton of damage and I can't keep her in for a second turn.

Maybe Mycoboss can take a hit. Well, yes, they can, but there's no way they're outspeeding Persian, so keeping them in seems like a bad move as well. I decide that Miles is my best bet, aiming for raw Special and Speed stats. Fortunately, Persian decides not to do anything meaningful on the turn I bring out Miles, so he gets to knock it out with a single Psychic.

Up next is Giovanni's own Nidoqueen, who again decides to do something useless as I nearly OHKO her with another Psychic. I have Miles use Confusion to finish the job. Nidoking is very similar. Which just leaves Rhydon. They miss their Rock Slide, leaving Miles to clean them up and win me the battle.

It was a decently fun fight, although it might just have been because I didn't get to use Holy thanks to some RNG bullshit. Either way, I'm glad Giovanni put up a bit more of a fight than Blaine and Sabrina. He gives me the TM for that silly move Fissure, and with all eight gym badges in hand, I close things out for the day.

One thing I haven't done yet is play at the Rocket Game Corner. I'm not sure it'll be of much use to me, but I know there are a couple of TMs you can only obtain from there. I'll probably give it a go just to see what it's all about, though I'm not expecting much besides a very basic die roll of a gambling minigame.

Then it's off to Victory Road, where I intend to train before I make my move for the championship.

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EarnPear flew so InkPha could SOAR.

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