#it’s so tempting i’m foaming at the mouth

[xazse]

(here is your answer for the naga scara x fem or male reader) DO ANY GENDER IDC IM JUST FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN LIKE A DOG FOR YOUR POST RIGHT NEOWOOWOWOW NEOWOWOWOWO (I would prefer fem reader, but idc about the gender. Just gimme the story bbg) (Also, stay healthy!1 <3)

Notes: I know I have other requests but this was too tempting, thank you so much for the health comment!! I HOPE YALL ARE STILL AROUND!! Btw I’m not sure about Naga Anatomy so his cocks are like hidden in slits/pockets.

Pairings: Naga!Scaramouche x Fem!NaiveReader

Tags: Naive!Reader, 2 Cocks, Scara is kinda creepy but sweetish, fingering, Virgin!Reader, Sheltered!Reader, Fem!Reader, SMUT, NOT PROOFREAD

Naga Scaramouche who is entranced by the sheltered village girl: you, a pretty thing that won’t stray too far into the forest.

Naga Scaramouche whos very patient watching you from the trees, he watches as the short dress you wear rises up just a few inches when you pick a berry too high for you. The tight white panties seem to hug your ass so good.

Naga Scaramouche who can’t wait to have you underneath him, coiled in his tail and in his embrace.

Naga Scaramouche who finally has the opportunity to attempt to speak with you, you had gotten a little lost when you decide your pickings of berries weren’t up to standard, a lost lamb like yourself practically in tears searching every direction to try to remember where home is.

Naga Scaramouche who introduces himself and you’re scared shitless, you’ve only heard of his kind in the stories your mother would tell you to scare you into being good. He’s big, but you can’t deny how pretty he is, his tail is a deep purple hue as well as his pretty mauve long hair that cascades down his back and stops at his lower abdomen, mentioning that, he’s shirtless.

Naga Scaramouche who offers to lead the pretty lamb to safety, warning you that there’s dangers that would do awful things to such a weak thing like yourself. That he does, leading you safely to the outskirts of your village, during the whole walk you can’t stop stealing glances at the beautiful mystery man. He can hear your parents are calling your name with desperate urgency. You look back at him to offer a thank you, but discover he’s gone.

You who comes back a few days later at the spot he had dropped you off at, you bring a cooked rabbit stew as a gift to give to him or at least hope you can give it. a few minutes later you can hear rustling and a voice speaks up: “A gift? For me perhaps?” You face the man once again in all his beauty you nod quickly and he laughs at that.

Exchanges are had over the next few months, with you listening and talking to “Scaramouche” you learn his name is. He seems rather dodgy with questions about himself but wants you to talk about yourself all the time, you have no issues with it, deciding later on he’d become more open.

Scaramouche looks at you weirdly, a look you can’t quite decipher, it’s like he’s looking through you, and you hate that. You hate how weird and tingly it makes you feel, how you feel weird even down there. You don’t have anyone to talk to about this feeling so it’s bottled up and held in.

Scaramouche makes it subtle at first, glancing at you, making sure to make eye contact even though your eyes dart to avoid his, light touches on your arms, thighs, and neck. He knows what he’s doing to you and he doesn’t feel a bit bad about it, he wants to claim you already, his cock can only be contained for so long, it’s getting harder and harder but he feels a few more pushes will bring you right along.

After a whole week you’ve given up, you come to him with all your issues and how confused and foggy you feel around him, you suggest distancing yourself away from him for a little. He hates that idea you can tell by the dark swirl in his eyes, he calms himself and calms you. Putting his hand on the small of your back he whispers lowly on how he’ll help you, help you get rid of all your problems.

You accept of course, as pliant as ever.

He helps you relax on the forest floor, a beautiful light pouring in to emphasize the glow of his gorgeous tail. He starts by asking you to lift your dress, and you listen obediently. Your supple skin now for him to revel in, but it’s not nearly enough. Your panties are on display as well, the thing seems to be squeezing you just like the last pair. Thin fingers grab one of your thighs and lifts it up in the air in your direction, being mindful to watch his sharp fingernails as they clench around the fat.

He uses the palm of his fingertip to trace the outline of your wet cunt, that makes your breath hitch, his fingers are warm or maybe it’s you who’s warm as he continues to trace and examine you. Scaramouche presses on your clit just a little bit, he’s testing the waters. That does bring out a reaction: you clutch your fingers around the fabric of your dress that you still hold.

You feel impatient even though you’re just getting started, new feelings are swirling in your gut when he lays down on his stomach near your pussy. Scaramouche doesn’t want to rid you of your panties just yet, the wet patch in the middle arouses him so much. He pulls them to the side to reveal your glistening cunt: he’s never seen a humans area before not unless they were in books and he did quite a lot of studying on women’s anatomy but having the real thing makes his cock ache, he wants to be buried deep in you but before that he needs to prep you.

Scaramouche licks a long stride up your cunt from bottom to top, a whine leaves your throat at the new feeling of something foreign but not unwanted, based on your reaction he does it again and again till he’s lapping up a good bit of your cum: and god do you taste heavenly, he finds himself completely entranced with licking you over and over, you aren’t fairing any better with the way your hips have started to buck towards more pleasure. Lewd moans keep filling the forest around you paired with Scaramouches loud sucking, he guides his tongue to your clit, licking around it before completely engulfing the sensitive thing in his mouth.

A tightness is forming in your belly, you urge Scaramouche that something happening and maybe he should slow down, he doubles down and both of his hands are holding your thighs up: pinning you in place as he keeps abusing your poor clit. Your whining gets even more pitched up before you spasm and cum on his face. He takes the opportunity to slide a finger inside of your tight hole: it does prove to be difficult but he does fit about a quarter of one in. He starts up the process of stretching you out to accommodate him.

After a while you’re finally ready, but you can only take about half of him or he’s pretty sure you’d start up your crying. You lay staring at his actions with lust ridden eyes: he’s going to ruin you. His long tail grabs you by your waist, lifting you to sit right on where his cocks lays hidden.

He’s really had enough of edging himself, with your full attention he guides your hands to, two slits: intrigued you make a move to press your finger in and he jumps to grab your hand as fast as possible, you make a certain worried face at him and he shakes his head to reassure you. He decides that was a bad idea and takes his cock out himself, he has two but he doesn’t want to spook you straight away, well more than he already has.

He begins stroking himself while you watch, you lean forward: relaxing your hands on either side of his body. You’re thinking how his cock is just as pretty as him. A low groan slips from his lips, hes stroking himself from his balls to his tip: squeezing just a bit every so often.

When he’s done with that he lifts you up till your cunt is hovering over him, he lines himself up and slides in: a loud moan now leaves both your lips, for you it’s the stretch of his thick tip and for him it’s the tight rim he still has to push past. After a good bit he’s now leaned on a rock while holding your body so you don’t hurt yourself and end up having all of him in you, that’s for later.

A rhythm is developed, with him fucking you only last a certain point, your gooey insides feel so good around him, his head falls against the rock but he doesn’t stop lifting and pulling you back down. His head feels heady with need, he’d love to just shove you down all the way. You aren’t fairing any better, already seeming like you were cum again: dazed and dumb that’s how his cock had you.

Scaramouche thinks this feels better than those nights were he’d pump his cock to the thought of doing you like this, the real thing is so much more better obviously.

He speeds up his pace, angling his cock a tad bit deeper. He pulls out and slams back in, he brings you into a tight embrace before he’s cumming, the feeling of something warm also sending you over and you cream around his cock. Afterwards he’s decorating kisses all over your face, cooing at how perfect you are, how good you made him feel and how good you’ll both feel in the future

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #zsworks #fem reader #wanderer smut #wanderer x female reader #naga Scaramouche #naga wanderer #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi smut #kunikuzushi x reader

[mrghostrat]

wait just remembered, did anyone ask about the PA/CEO wip?? Bc 👀👀 v curious what those different versions entail

anon i’m kissing you on the mouth. this one sits there untouched and unthought of, except once every few weeks i will suddenly remember it and start foaming at the mouth

i’m heavily leaning towards version 2, but both are SO good is the thing, i don’t have it in me to delete ver 1 from my notes. i like to sit there and stroke it lovingly from time to time.

CEO/PA au, aka Boss x Assistant.

1: CEO Aziraphale, PA Crowley

aziraphale is the boss, very capable, but he’s WAY too nice and overdoes his work + life + human/human boundaries a lot. crowley is his rabid guard dog PA who is so fucking snarky and mean some of the employees can’t comprehend how he’s got a job, but he’s indespensible because but he keeps aziraphale in line and swoops in to be mean and say ‘no’ to people when aziraphale obviously wants to but can’t stand to.

2: CEO Crowley, PA Aziraphale

crowley is the cool, suave, incredible creative, but slightly disorganised boss and aziraphale is the constantly underestimated PA who keeps the whole operation running smoothly. he calls crowley up on weekends to yell at him to finish a deadline he’s been procrastinating, brings wine to his house as a reward if he finishes his tasks, but sits there at arms length with the bottle in his lap, watching (and inadvertently tempting) to make sure crowley actually gets the thing done.

edit: version 2 has officially brainwormed into Author/Editor au 👀

#this was a great ask game but honestly feel free to ask about my wips whenever the hell u want #nothing sparks so much motivation in me #ratwips #good omens #good omens au #editor au #ceo au

[svt-rizz]

ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ

It’s almost midnight when we reach the hotel. We both get off the van and say goodbye to the other tourists who we spent the day with. Soon, we reach our room when suddenly I’m craving pizza. “I know it’s like midnight, but can I order pizza?” I ask Seonghwa. He laughs, “Ok fine, as long as you share.”

I’m so hungry I immediately call the front desk and order pizza. I start changing into comfy clothes as Seonghwa disappears into the bathroom. Bro is gonna take like 3 hours in there, that’s good for me I can eat the whole pizza. “Y/n, can you come here for a second.” I hear him call from the bathroom. 

“No, why?” I ask. “Just come here.” He says. 

I walk to the bathroom slowly making sure I don’t see anything r-rated. I cover my eyes and enter the bathroom. “What do you want?” I ask. 

“Do you wanna join me?”

“No way.” I reply

“It’s a hot bath, it’s gonna be really comfy. I won’t do anything just sit opposite to me.” He says. 

Slowly, I take my hands off my eyes and literally look at him. It's true that we've been friends for a long time but I can't help but feel hot as soon as I see his upper body, with the abs on his stomach and defined muscles. You can’t even tell he has muscles when he wears clothes. Luckily, his lower body is inside the bathtub which I can’t see because of the foam. He taps the place opposite to him as I get out of my thoughts. Should I get in? It looks really cozy. And comfy. And hot. He also promised he won’t do anything. 

Ok let’s get in. I take off my shirt and step into the bathtub. I sit down in front of him and try not to make eye contact. He looks so tempting and I might just loose my mind. I place my phone on the edge of the bathtub which could be risky but I need to text my mom. I start texting her about our day and send her a few pictures of today’s tour when I hear him say my name. 

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Y/n.”

I finally look up from my phone and into his eyes. Shit. Why’s he looking at me like that. He has his arms on the edge of the bathtub and is leaning forward so he’s so close to my face, I could literally touch him. “I know I said I won’t do anything. But, look at you I want you so bad right now.” He comes closer to my face only a few inches away. 

“What’re you doing?” I ask as he places his thumb on my left cheek. He runs his finger down my cheek and touches my lips. Was this his plan? To bring me inside and do this? 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers against my lips. I give up and place my lips on his. He kisses back with the same intensity and the same desire I have for him. He places his hand on my neck and kisses me, it feels heavenly. As I put my hands on his shoulders, he gets up and pulls me up with him. “Let me dry you.” He says in between kisses.

He takes a towel and wipes my arms and legs, I take another towel and start to dry him as well. As soon as I’m finished, he lifts me up and I hold onto his shoulders as he walks out of the bathroom and gently puts me on the bed. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.” He whispers and pecks me on the forehead. What did I do to deserve him? He’s so perfect.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. “I love you, Y/n” 

“I love you, Seonghwa.”

He kisses me even more deeply and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me into his lap so I’m straddling him and rests his back against the bed frame. “Can I?” He asks. 

I nod and he starts to unzip my bra. “So perfect.” He says and before I can reply he takes my nipple into his mouth. I hold onto his shoulders and start kissing his neck while he sucks my nipple. “Fuck”, He throws his head back as I grind onto him while kissing all over his neck. I grind onto him with a faster pace and he holds my waist to stop me from going faster. “Y/n, please do it already I can’t wait anymore. I need it so badly baby.”

I got up from his lap and took his underwear off, the boner was pretty evident. I took my underwear off as well. He didn’t even need to prep me I was already so wet since the grinding. He kissed me again as I settled back down in his lap and pressed myself against his cock. I hadn’t even put it inside me yet and he was already moaning. We kept kissing for what felt like hours and I finally held onto his cock and pushed it inside me. He started marking all over my neck as I started moving on his cock. He held onto my waist to help me move even faster and our moans filled the hotel room. I feel bad for the people staying next door to us. I cover his lips from my hand, “Shh, baby be quiet.”

“How can I stay quiet when you’re riding me so well baby?” He takes my hand covering his mouth and places it on his stomach.

“I want you to touch me everywhere, be all over my body, kiss me and just make me yours forever.”

I smile at his dramatic line and continue riding him faster while touching every part of his body, just like he wants. His neck, shoulders, stomach, collarbones, his beautiful face all our mine. He suddenly stops my hips from moving, “Baby, I want to taste you.” 

Before I can answer, he flips us and dives down into my pussy. With his tongue inside me it feels so good. He uses two finger to pump inside me while sucking hard on my clit. I’ve never experienced someone eating me out before and I must say it feels heavenly. But I want both of us to cum together. “Seonghwa, stop I want to cum with you” 

“It’s fine, you can cum again baby.” He smirks against my pussy. Fine, let’s see if he can take it then. I start grinding on his tongue harder and hold onto his long hair. He takes his hand from under my thigh and takes my hand to hold onto it. As he keeps playing with my clit, it feels like I'm on another planet.

As soon as I cum, I feel his body on top of mine. I open my eyes and see the most beautiful man ever. His chain dangling from his neck is touching my chest and I need to kiss him. He smiles and I pull him down by his neck to kiss him. His lips are so soft, so perfect for me.

We keep kissing as he held my thighs. His eyes darken as he stares at me. All of a sudden, his cock is inside me hitting my g-spot at once. "Fuck, you feel so good baby" He moans. His eyes don't leave mine as he keeps hitting at the same spot again. I throw my head back in pleasure as his hand grips onto my neck.

"Look at me baby. Has anyone fucked you like this?" He says.

I smirk at his attempt to dominate me and decide to go along with it. "No baby, no one has." I say holding onto his shoulders. I definitely had an obsession with his shoulders.

#seonghwa smut #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez imagines #seonghwa #kpop smut

[theghoulgirl]

Adoration (Keith Kogane/Reader)

A 1,300 word oneshot that takes place after the war in which Keith and the reader both live together. Pretty much a slice-of-life in which they both get ready for bed on a cold winter night. (18+)

I also know I am writing for a pretty lifeless fandom, but alas, I wrote this because I wanted to. Not because I expect much traffic to come across it. If you do happen to stubble upon it, then I hope you enjoy!

As the sun wore down on the horizon, it covered the small town in a frigid chill. Luckily the two lovers were tucked away indoors in a desperate attempt to fend off the cold that crept outdoors. But despite their attempt, the youngest of the love birds could not effectively beat the freezing temperatures that had washed over the country. 

“Keith, my dearest?” 

“Yes hon?”

“I actually cannot feel my hands anymore.” Keith and (y/n) were snuggled up on the leather loveseat that sat in the living room of their house, with the memories of war behind them in the not-so-distant past. To further prove her point, she decided to stick an ice-cold hand under his shirt and rest it on his stomach.

Keith let out a surprised gasp and gently shoved her away with a bellowing cackle. “Dear god, go take a hot shower or something! What the actual hell, how is that human? Are you human? That’s not human. ” 

(Y/n) let out a giggle at his rapid fire comments. “I’m not so sure I am anymore. Or maybe you’re not human, especially considering you are still as fiery as a furnace.” 

“Yes. I am not fully human, we know this.” Keith waved his hand in a small circle. 

“But that?” He pointed down at her hands “That is not human. I know human, and this ain’t it.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes at his antics and sat crossed legged next to him with her arms stretched above her head. 

“Well it’s nearly a blizzard out there! You also won’t let me turn the temperature up, so I’m cold!” Although he is right about taking a shower. It’s nearly time for bed and my face feels incredibly gross. (Y/n) stared at Keith’s face in contemplation. 

In a moment of courage, she whispered “Take a shower with me?”Keith shot her a gleeful smirk.

“There wouldn’t be any actual bathing if I joined. So, unfortunately,  I am going to have to pass on your tempting offer.”

“But it would be fun and then I’d get to have, not one, but two different heat sources.” A crimson heat spread across her cheeks at the suggestiveness of her first comment. The corner of Keith’s eyes crinkled as his grin widened, and he patted her on as a sign to get up. 

“Now. Go get a shower. You’re an ice cube and I do not have a nuclear core to keep you warm.”

“Fine. Fine. I’m going.”

After her vision cleared from standing up too quickly, (y/n) wrapped her jacket closer to her and waddled to the shared bathroom. She turned the shower nozzle to the highest setting, which could be equated to the surface temperature of the sun. While waiting for the water to warm, she removed her makeup that has been resting on her skin for far too long. Keith decided at the moment the mascara was being removed, to walk in and lean against the door frame with an adoring expression. 

“Your eyes look like a raccoon.” 

“Fuck off Kogane.” He let out a playful ‘no’ in response and squeezed her waist with one hand as he passed by to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. Keith nudged her hip with his to get her to scoot over so he had access to the sink. During the time that Keith began to brush his teeth, (y/n) had removed the rest of her make-up, racoon eyes included. She then began to notice the toothpaste foaming around Keith’s mouth. 

“Keith, my love, have you been out in the woods recently?” He cocked his head to the side in confusion at the strange question and spit a wad of toothpaste into the sink. 

“Not recently, but I did go this past weekend. Why?”

“Because you look like you caught rabies. Think we may need to get the vaccine for it.” (Y/n) smiled mischievously at her punch line and started to undress. Keith rolled his eyes at the joke and rinsed out his mouth. He grabbed the edge of his shirt and wiped off the excess water from his face. 

“Ha-ha.” Keith sarcastically replied. “Very funny. Truly, a master comedian. Seriously, we should sign you up for the giggle hut.” 

Now in the steaming hot water, (y/n) replied. “Oh yeah? Well I think you and I should do a dou act. We could call ourselves ‘The Racoon and the Rabies Virus’! Our entire act is just Steven King’s Cujo, but with a rabid raccoon instead.” Keith let out a genuine laugh at the comment and began to exit the room. 

“Well, while you’re in there, I’ll be sure to send an email about our inquiry.” He shut the bathroom door with a soft ‘click’. 

After the shower, (y/n) emerged into the bedroom with two towels wrapped around her hair and body. She began to rifle through her closet looking for pajamas, but also kept an eye on Keith’s side of the closet. 

Keith sat on the bed with his legs bent and a tablet resting on his thighs, but his attention was solely on his partner the moment she waltzed in. A bright blush unfurled across his face as (y/n) tossed clothes onto the bed. With the last throw of a shirt, that does indeed belong to him, he snapped his attention back to the tablet and cleared his throat. 

“I-um.” Keith bit his lip and began to fidget with his hands. “You know you’re indescribably beautiful, right?” 

A wide smile bloomed across (y/n) face at the compliment, which normally is not verbally expressed by Keith since he uses physical touch or action as a medium of love. Though, along with the smile, her face also began to flush and she vocalized “I know my love. But it will always mean a lot coming from you.”

The two lovers gazed into each other as they got lost in the wonderment and adoration of the other. 

What have I done to deserve someone as wonderful as her?

How in the world did I find someone like him?

As the sweet moment passed, a slow awkwardness began to settle in the air. (Y/n) started giggling. “It’s going to be very weird now when I take off my towels to put on my clothes.” 

Keith laughed along at her comment as a playful look shot across his eyes. “No, it’s only weird if we make it weird. And my dear, this is not the first time you’ve gotten dressed in front of me, let alone have been nude.” He let out a sound of surprise as he dodged the towel that came flying at his head as (y/n) took off her hair towel. 

“Put that over your head. I do not want you to look at me while I get dressed.” Keith, while laughing, obliged her request and draped the towel over his head. (Y/n) swiftly got dressed. 

Keith looks like a sheet ghost. 

“Okay, you’re in the clear.” Keith pulled off the towel and chucked it into the hamper. He picked up his tablet and put it on the side table before he opened up his arms as an invitation. (Y/n) approached the bed with a shy composure and lifted the duvet to crawl in and cuddle into his arms. She turned and rested her cheek against his shoulder and pressed a small kiss to his collarbone. Keith in response pressed a lingering kiss atop the crown of her head. They both took an individual inhale and exhaled as they sunk into the soft comfort of each other. Keith rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder as he said “Want me to turn off the lights?” 

(Y/n) nodded in reply. Keith slapped the switch that was above the headboard and settled deeper into the pillows. 

Despite the frost that was forming spirals on the window, the cold that was seeping through the floorboards, and the radiator rumbling in the basement, the lovers were both toasty between the heat that had formed between them. As the night wore and the wind grew colder, they dozed off into a dreamless slumber.

#Keith Kogane #Keith Kogane x Reader #Keith Kogane/Reader #Keith x Reader #Keith/Reader #Voltron Fanfic #voltron legendary defender

[miscfandomgifimagines]

Lyle being your flirty gym buddy headcanons

inspired by @xandy-toady17 and their HC on Lyle being the type to flex his muscles during sex 🫣

* Lyle is a total gym rat, the man loves his muscles and he knows the ladies do too

* Definitely one to focus on muscle building and cardio to feel the burn, no pain no gains and all that

* 100% drinks protein shakes every day, which is what he has instead of coffee in the morning

* Lyle probably got fit before he got into the marines so when he joined he was already a pretty stacked guy and it made him feel above the other newbies

* Loves his gym buddies and pushes them toward their goals via encouragement and tough love

* Will swap someone’s weights out without them knowing so they finally get to that next step in their workout plan

* This man’s mental health is influenced by how much he works out so he’s pretty adamant about working out as much as possible (without over doing it) because when he doesn’t work out he feels weird

* After getting his first time card punched and being reloaded into a new, bigger, stronger body he’s even more determined to work out

* You catch him shirtless and flexing quite often and whenever you see him looking so seriously at himself in the mirror you can’t help but snort

* “Falling in love with ourselves in the mirror are we big guy?” You call out as he turns around and flashes a toothy grin

* “Well Short Stack, I’m on the menu if you’d like a taste for yourself.” He smiles suggestively and follows with a “You know my mama told me not to cross anything off until I’ve tried it. Just so happens I have a free evening tonight.”

* You pause for a minute and bring your hand up to your mouth while making a point to check him out. You catch a glimpse of his tail swaying from side to side (which is what he does subconsciously when he’s anticipating something)

* You let a small flirty smile dance on your lips and you lower your voice to sound sexier and his tail picks up it’s pace. “I’m gonna have to pass on that one Champ, as tempting as those biceps are”

* His lips form a quick frown but he plays it off “Whatever, you’re missing out!” You let out a laugh and walk around him, tugging his tail as you step away. “Missing out on what? Protein powder?” You give a sharp pull on his tail before dropping it and walking away. He lets out a deep groan and tsks to your back.

* Calls after you smugly “Hate to see you leave but damn do I love to watch you go.” Which causes you to let out another laugh.

* Lyle is pretty adventurous when it comes to fitness so when he catches you doing some yoga poses after sitting at your desk for a few hours he asks if he can join you. You stop in the middle of a stretch and look at him confused. “Yeah I guess if you want to?”

* Lyle takes it surprisingly serious and follows your movements exactly. Lyle joining you for yoga/ stretching becomes a common occurrence during your day to day operations in the shack.

* This ends up turning into a way for the both of you to bond and he always comes back each morning with new poses he found from old databases. You always expect him to say “Syke! Can’t believe you thought I’d do pussy shit like yoga” but he never does. Instead he looks forward to it, and not just because your ass looks amazing in your poses.

* Eventually he gets you involved in more physical activities like cardio and some light weightlifting, which you didn’t have much experience with.

* He was an awesome teacher though, patient and always reassuring you that you didn’t have to push through the discomfort if it got to be too much. He made sure you always did your stretches and even snuck away a foam roller from the gym for you to keep at the shack.

* The moment that his attractiveness hit you the most was when you were on the foam roller rolling it down your upper back when he put his hands on your waist and guided you back up as you almost slipped off. His hands were huge compared to the size of your body and you did your best to hide your flustered expression

* If he could smell your arousal he certainly didn’t show it and you were thankful not to have any smart ass comments about how sexy he was. In fact he helped you up and said “You did a really good job today, I’m really impressed with how much progress you’ve made!”

* Of course your muscles would ache after each session and you’d be a little shaky in the legs but Lyle was always there to support you (literally). He make sure you’d stay hydrated, give you massages to the most painful muscles, and always encourage you to take it slow and cool down after each workout.

* After one particularly hard workout with you lifting a new record for yourself he starts hyping you up. “Hell yeah Short Stack! Show them how it’s done! One more, you can do it! Oorah!” You let the weights fall to the floor and give him a big smile, proud of yourself for accomplishing your latest goal.

* “You did awesome, pretty soon you’ll be able to kick my ass if I’m not careful.” He starts picking up the equipment and putting it back into it’s temporary home. “Why don’t you hit the shower, a hot soak will probably make you feel pretty good. I’ll make us up some grub”

* You bit your lip and stare at his muscles back. Damn he really was handsome and that avatar body was doing him all the favors. You had grown so close and you’ve seen a completely different side to him over the past few months that you finally give in.

* “Why don’t you come join me instead?” You see him pause and his ears twitch a bit at the tips. He stands up and turns toward you. “Uhh you wanna pass that by me again?” Now is your moment to either put up or shut up and you make the leap.

* “I said, why don’t you” you point at him, “come take a shower with me” you move your finger so you’re pointing at yourself. He seems unnaturally stoic for a minute but then he bring a hand up to his face and laughs as he drags his palm across his cheek. “If I would have known that getting you to work out with me was all it took to see you naked I would have done that from the start!”

* He strides over and picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, his huge hand resting on your ass. Your face was flushed not only from the work out but the sudden proximity you found yourself in. What did I get myself into you think as Lyle opens the bathroom door.

#avatar imagines #avatar wow #avatar x reader #avatar #avatar recom wainfleet #avatar way of water #avatar recom #avatar recom headcanons #avatar headcanons #lyle wainfleet #recom x reader #recom x human #recom lyle wainfleet #avatar recoms #lyle x reader #lyle wainfleet x reader

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Twitter found your posts about Firelady Katara, and they are being really rude about it. It's super annoying, I'm sorry

Anon, I appreciate the heads up & the nice sentiment! In the future though, I’d prefer not to know about how people react to my posts unless they’re being very nice. I don’t want to engage with negativity & smoothbrain takes, but I am VERY easily tempted lmao. My background in competitive debate / academia / leftist politics means I’m extremely argumentative, but I know nothing good comes out of Internet arguments so I need help ignoring antis. 

Anyway it’s helpful for me to remember that I’m in the Zutara fandom because I love to see people inspiring each other to create things. I’ve read so many wonderful metas, feasted my eyes on incredible fan art and edits, laughed at funny posts, foamed at the mouth over epic fics, and generally have been in awe of what this fandom has produced over the years. I mean…we’ve had colouring books! An EP! Animatics where Dante Basco himself lent his voice! This fandom has been around since before I was allowed to use the family computer and it’s so cool to me that it’s still thriving. By contrast, reacting snarkily to content that other people create is like…the opposite of generative and does nothing to better a community — which is why I fundamentally don’t care for antis and don’t want them to be part of my fandom experience. Anyone can make their half-baked opinion known online, but it takes spirit and dedication to create things you like for your ship. Anyway here’s a reminder that ZK Big Bang signups are still open for one more week! I still haven’t decided which role I want to play in this event but I encourage everyone to sign up! 

#zutara #pro zutara #ily ZK fandom #can i ask you a question?

[im-just-a-little-freak]

(previous ask anon) OHH MYY GODDDD i found another person that has headcanons?!?!? my few predcrushs are both of them

yess I found another one!!! Yeessssssssssssssssss

(Predcannons under the cut)

(Aziraphale🍣)

-he’s very polite about it, makes sure your comfortable (even if you’re not willing)

-definitely offers prey food and tea before and maybe after he swallows them up, even if you’re an angel/demon.

-normally only swallows people to comfort them or give them a place to sleep, he’s nice and warm inside.

-it’s harder to tell if he’s actually holding prey inside, he wears thick fabrics and is already a bit big, so no one can tell (unless the prey is over a third of his size, then he’s a little chubby)

-he won’t tell anyone but Crowley if he’s holding anyone, mostly because what he’s doing is impossible to humans in-universe but also because you’d probably like to stay hidden inside, and he understands.

-100% reads to prey inside, like, imagine your midway to falling asleep already and all of a sudden you hear the very polite angel who swallowed you whole reading a series of unfortunate events.

-I feel like he’d drink tea or hot chocolate while someone is inside his belly, unless they ask him not to, he understands if you don’t want to be covered in a warm sweet liquid.

-I have a whole mental image of him sitting in a chair, blanket over his lap, holding a cup of tea and quietly reading, and then just feels a prey inside his belly moving, smiles warmly and gently rubs at his stomach

-his insides are dark blue and look like they have stars on the lining, it is very warm and soft inside.

(Crowley🐍)

-he’s a bit mean okay I’m gonna warn you.

-will desperately try and convince you he’s evil (he’s not digesting you and your warm, safe and comfortable in his belly)

-he’s built like a twig, so if he dose consume prey, unless they’re tiny, it’s noticeable.

-licks! He won’t tell you if he wants to eat you, at all, but will try and signal to you by licking you (his tongue is forked) or he just swallows you whole.

-he will definitely tell you you’ll be alright, but might let you freak out for a second.

-he has done this many times throughout the years, and first tempted Aziraphale to do it at one point.

-during his time as a dark knight he’d pretended to be a dragon (just a huge snake) and kidnapped multiple people and swallowed them, before caughing them up a while later.

-doesn’t act it but is a very protective pred, someone other then aziraphale tries to touch his slightly larger stomach with a person inside and he’s hissed and foaming at the mouth to scare them off.

-in a more feral au he would bring aziraphale prey to flirt with him, then cuddle up to him (he’s a snake he needs warmth)

-speaking of warmth he becomes really cozy if the prey is warm, just laying on a couch dramatically, gently rubbing the tiny warmth radiating inside the slight bump in his abdomen.

-stomach is black, might look like an oil leak inside, a bit tighter then Aziraphal but still very comfortable.

(A bit more)

If they both have prey inside they cuddle up to each other, Crowley is honestly very happy neither prey are outside of this this because he’ll just melt into putty after a while.

(also Crowley doesn’t mind being prey for aziraphale much)

also Muriel didn’t know what vore was and was totally okay when aziraphale/Crowley swallowed them up, they didn’t know how mortal bodies worked and just kept talking to them

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #tw vore #non fatal vore #g/t vore #This is longer then I expected #ineffable noms

[wormlette]

Your fic "a good dog" lives rent free in my brain and I'm so glad bc the characterization and the introspection and LAIOS SERVICING CHILCHUCK just make me go feral, can't wait to read what comes next ❤️

(and the noises I made while reading "fervent, writhing" could only be heard by shrimps).

PS: Y'all at the chilaios council are tempting me so hard to create a Chilaios sideblog bc all your brains are so HUGE

OK FIRST OF ALL sorry for hanging onto this ask for so long, I have been cradling it in my hands like a good luck charm while I write ❤️ I appreciate you so much. ALSO "noises that could only be heard by shrimps" is part of my lexicon now lmao.

I've been trying to get a good dog arranged into some sort of satisfying narrative -- I don't know how obvious it is, but even when I was writing more regularly, I still mostly only ever wrote drabble type things that are unconnected. Writing an actual story is my bane in life, but I've been very inspired to try because of all of you.

Here is a good dog snippet I'm particularly proud of!! It's a flashback!!!

“If I can ask…” Laios held up a finger, like a kid raising their hand. Chil raised a brow, and he and Falin watched curiously to see what would come next.

“…why did I upset you?”

Chilchuck sighed and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up further. He resisted the urge to grab it and tug. This guy really needed that said?

“Okay, but I want you to think for a minute, first. Have you ever seen a party lead by a half-foot, Laios? Have you ever even heard of one?”

Laios looked at the ceiling, hmm-ing. “…I guess not?”

“Right. That’s because the things a party leader needs, half-foots don’t have. That’s what people think. Long-legs think anyone who can’t fight can’t be in charge.” He shrugged. “They don’t say it, but it’s like that.”

Laios frowned and started to open his mouth. Chil waved his hand to cut him off. “The way people perceive you is everything in an adventurer’s party. ‘S just how it is.”

The siblings stayed silent. Were they twins? He realized he didn’t know. He’d been a bit incurious about them as well, truthfully. Assuming he’d work for them a little while before they parted ways, probably from pissing each other off. That hadn’t happened yet, so…

“Well. And that's exactly why YOU-“ he swung his empty mug at Laios - “have got to start taking this more seriously! This exact kind of thing is what I’m talking about!” They let him rant on. Having both of their attention on him was not a new feeling, but he ignored it. “The reactions people will have to you are exactly what a leader needs to be aware of! You can’t just say whatever you want!” He was ranting. “You’ll damage their trust in you if you’re careless. Think about how they’ll think, Laios.” It was so obvious, but Laios’ eyes were alight. Had nobody ever had talks like this with him? “And if you can’t figure *that* out, then at least listen to the people around you.” They were listening like he was bestowing crucial information on them. Chilchuck suddenly felt like laughing. There was something funny about these two overgrown dummies, so eerily at home in the dungeon but so in need of caretaking outside of that. They’d followed him around like puppies on errands across town to the bank and the slums, and now they were hanging on his every word. Eventually, he paused, raising his mug and drinking deeply until only foam was left. A warm feeling was in his gut.

“So it’s ok if I ask you, next time?” Laios looked at him with glimmering eyes. “If it’s an imposition, we could renegotiate…”

The idea of Laios renegotiating was laughable enough to make Chilchuck reach for the pitcher, but Laios beat him to it and leaned over to give him a refill. Ha! Maybe he wasn’t completely helpless. He was thinking now, wanting not to offend, wanting to be helpful. This was the kind of thing a party leader needed to practice, so it suddenly seemed very appropriate to reinforce him. “Yes! Like that! Good boy!”

If not for his keen senses, he would’ve never noticed. As it was, most of the time Chilchuck convinced himself he’d imagined it. The look in Laios’ eyes, in that instant, was feral.

#also FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART CREATE A SIDEBLOG TO BECOME EVEN MORE UNHINGED ON IT'S SO FUN.

[tswwwit]

Have a short thing of pointless fluffy bullshit, brought to you by mindlessly going through radio stations while bored and driving.

Dipper catches sight of yellow in the corner of his eye, and starts glaring. 

Being caught singing to himself isn’t the worst. Bill’s seen that before, teased him about it before no less - but this time? 

This time, he’s not going to get as far as he thinks. 

Before Bill can start, he points his toothbrush at his stupid grinning face in the reflection. “Don’t even start.” 

“Aw, sapling, look at you! What a massive nerd.” Bill spreads his arms wide, stalking forward. Dipper makes a noncommittal grunt, brushing his teeth again as Bill moves in for the kill. “You weren’t even born when that song came out, and you know it by heart! What’d ya do, wear out Stanley’s old record player in your moodier teen years?” 

Augh, Dipper hates it when Bill’s… insightful. Living in the middle of nowhere with spotty internet, the easiest way to get music was by digging through Stan’s old collection. 

Anyway, Bill’s taken the wrong tactic. BABBA kind of rules, and Bill’s taste in music - when it’s not way weirder-  is way older. 

“Ha! Knew it. It figures.” Bill tsks, shaking his head at Dipper in the mirror. “You gotta get out in the world more, kid. Spend less time with some outta touch old man.”

“You can say that again.” Dipper mutters, through foam and brush alike. He spits in the sink, wiping his mouth while his ancient, immortal demon husband makes a face behind him.

“Rude,” Bill responds. He didn’t miss the double-talk; if anything he’s grinning wider. He’s also wrapped his arms around Dipper’s waist, just above the towel. “I’m way more in touch than anyone else you know.”

Technically correct. If you’re into multi-layered conversations. Dipper rolls his eyes anyway. 

“I mean it. Don’t. Start.” Dipper jabs the real Bill in the chin with the toothbrush, watching his nose wrinkle up at the foam on his chin. “You’re playing with fire, Bill. I’ll use it.”

“Oh?” The smile is, if anything, more smug. “Go on!”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Why not?” Bill rests his chin in Dipper’s hair, thus sharing the mess. “Go for it, sapling. Let’s see this-”

Dipper doesn’t wait for Bill to finish his taunt. He’s already snagged his phone from the bathroom counter, scrolling through for his perfect retort. 

God, he was hoping Bill would open with that, and he has. Now Dipper can use his secret weapon.

“Aha!” Dipper turns around in Bill’s arms, brandishing his evidence right in Bill’s face. “Take that, asshole.”

Bill leans back a bit, eye squinted to get a better look. Dipper guesses he was holding it a little too close.  

He takes a second to focus on what Dipper's showing him - then gasps.

“Why, Pine Tree!” Bill exclaims. He sounds scandalized, which is great. And… delighted. Which isn’t really what Dipper was aiming for. “Going around snapping creepy pics of the biggest demon celebs, huh? A real paparazzo.” Bill clasps a palm to his cheek, fluttering his eyelashes. “You pervert.”

“I- What?” Alarmed, Dipper checks the picture he took again. 

Shit, right. He had a towel on for his show - but Bill didn’t. 

Dipper was so proud of his find, and so used to Bill, that he simply didn’t take it into account. If Bill wasn’t half-turned away in the shot, it’d be completely indecent.

“Okay, shut up. That’s not the point.” And there's another one of those to make - “And we’re married, anyway.”

“How many of these have you got around, huh? A dozen? A hundred?” Bill leans in again, grinning wide. Dipper feels himself turning red, he doesn’t - this was - “Been waiting for me in some tight pants to get a better view of the outline?” The smugness is palpable; Bill’s implying so, so much that’s wrong, and he revels in it. “Lemme know if you need a model for your next-”

“I can hear you in the shower just as well as you hear me,” Dipper interrupts, before Bill can completely change the topic. Though he has to admit, it was a nice try. “I’m not the only one serenading himself, am I?”

Bill’s jaw shuts with a click, and a little huff. Looking annoyed, now that Dipper’s re-railed their conversation.

“I caught you,” Dipper feels a triumphant smile building, he tugs Bill closer by his tie. Let him try and escape now.  “Singing pop songs in the shower.”

“Ugh. Sure I was, what’s your point?” Bill shrugs, nonchalant. It’s almost like it barely affects him. “I’ll serenade whoever I like, and lemme tell ya - never met an ungrateful audience for long.”

“Oh yeah? In your own words - ” Dipper tangles his fingers around the tie, smiling now - “What a massive nerd.”

Bill’s nose scrunches up. His eye is narrowed; he’s leaned in close enough to cage Dipper against the sink. 

Not that it matters. Dipper’s won this round.

“Takes one to know one, Bill.” Dipper jabs his idiot husband in the chest, with no small amount of pride.  “You can’t make fun of me when you do the exact same thing.” 

“Sure I can!” 

“What?” Dipper gives him a little push, annoyed. Bill certainly doesn’t look like he’s lost; he’d hoped this would deter him longer.

“‘Cause you get embarrassed about your little bathtime ballads.” Bill pats Dipper’s sides, looking pleased. “Have you seen the colors you turn? Look in the mirror sometime, kid. No way I’m missing out on those.” 

Ugh. Of course. Stupid Bill; Dipper didn’t think this would stop the teasing, necessarily, but he’d hoped it’d buy him more time. Guess he’s got more of this to look forward to, Bill’s impossibly persistent and he never gives up when he spots a good time to be had.

He turns back around, rolling his eyes. “I need to shave.” Behind him, Bill grins, wide and insane - a bright flash, as a straight razor appears in his hand - “Back off, Sweeney Todd, I’ll do it myself.”

Bill sticks out his tongue, but settles down. He leans up against Dipper’s back as he shaves, eye looking off into the distance as he contemplates something. 

Maybe Dipper’s going to hear an earful about this every time Bill catches him - but really. Joke’s on Bill, this time. If he thinks he’s gotten away scot free, he’s got another thing coming. 

Bill says he’s not embarrassed about singing in the bath? Well. Dipper has some choice commentary to make about his taste in music. They’ll see who’s turning colors when Dipper teases him right back. 

“So! You doing anything this evening?” Dipper glances at him in the mirror again. Bill’s wearing a delighted smile on his face. Like he’s just had an excellent idea, and he’s altogether too pleased with himself. “Just saying, I know a great karaoke bar on the other side of  the solar system. Huge playlist. Great drinks! And it’s been a while since I hit up the place.”

Dipper wipes his face, thinking for a moment. Sure, he wasn’t really doing anything. Bill’s warm and close, fingers tapping on his stomach and bouncing slightly on his heels. Waiting for an answer. 

“Well, kid? You coming?”

Dipper sighs, and despite himself, starts to smile. 

Okay. Maybe he’ll let Bill’s bad taste in music slide for the evening. There’ll be plenty of chances to tease later, and he can’t pick every song.

Who knows? Maybe they’ll find something terrible they both like. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Yeah, alright. Why not.” Dipper relents, and watches Bill beam at him. Feeling squeezed tight, and hearing him start to cackle. He cups a hand over Bill’s, meeting his eye in the mirror. “It’s a date.”

#My brainrot is powerful and severe #Okay I've procrastinated on my other stuff long enough time to get to that #this post basically brought to you by me zoning out while pop songs played on the radio #And somewhere in there Primadonna Bill drifted through my mind #And I went 'well Bill probably has a soft spot for some junky pop music he seems the type' #And the canon Dipper singing to himself in the bathroom #So now you have this idiocy #They both have a very nice date and a couple too many drinks and sloppy makeouts #Good for them #May this make up for the previous angst post slightly #I need a nap and also a snack

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Wisdom Teeth- Marvel One Shot

Y/N has to get her wisdom teeth taken out, and her friends, Spider-Man and Deadpool, are there to take care of her

“Just gave Y/N a valium pill!” Wade said, holding his phone out in front of him, “now let the fun begin!”

“Wade, put that away,” Peter scolded, “help me get Y/N into the car.”

“But how am I supposed to record all the funny stuff she’s gonna end up saying?”

“I’m not gonna say anything funny,” Y/N slurred.

“Ha! That’s what you think, doll. Just wait until that pill really kicks in.”

“Remind me where we’re going?” Y/N asked, trying her best to walk without help.

“The SHIELD med bay, Y/N,” Peter answered.

“Oh… why?”

“Because you’re getting your wisdom teeth out, remember? Gosh, you are out of it.”

Peter helped Y/N slide into the SHIELD hover-car. He sat down in the backseat next to her while Wade took the wheel in the front. Y/N slumped forward in her seat; she would have fallen over completely were it not for Peter, who gripped her by the shoulders to keep her upright.

…

When the group arrived at the SHIELD med-bay, Y/N could barely walk. Peter was tempted to just lift her up and carry her the rest of the way, but he knew he’d never hear the end of it if Y/N found out about it. So, he let Y/N lean on him all the way to the operating room.

“Where’re we?” Y/N slurred, “are we on Morag?”

“Nope, still on Earth, Y/N,” Peter answered gently.

A SHIELD nurse walked in shortly followed by an anesthesiologist and a surgeon.

“Have her lay down here,” the nurse instructed, gesturing to a dentist’s chair.

“Y/N, I’m gonna let you down slowly, okay?”

“Mmhm,” Y/N replied dazedly.

Peter tried his best to lower Y/N into the chair as gracefully as he could, but Y/N almost fell out twice.

“I’m afraid only one of you can stay for this next part,” the surgeon said, “we don’t want the room to be too crowded.”

“Got it,” Peter said, “Wade, you’re up.”

…

Y/N watched Peter leave with a sad look in her eyes. She watched Wade enter her field of vision. He took her hand and started rubbing circles into it.

“Hey, Y/N, remember me?” He asked.

“Wade, where’d Peter go?”

“He just had to step out for a minute, don’t worry, he’ll be back as soon as you wake up.”

Y/N felt the nurse place a foam ball in her other hand.

“Squeeze that for me, sweetheart,” the nurse said.

Y/N squeezed as hard as she could manage, but she felt so weak that she wasn’t sure if she was actually squeezing anything. Y/N flinched when she saw the anesthesiologist pull out a needle.

“Wade, I’m scared,” Y/N said, tears welling up in her eyes.

‘I know, I know,” Wade said, “but it’ll just be a small little pinch and then you’ll go to sleep. And hey, I promise we can get ice cream after this. How does that sound?”

Y/N nodded. She barely felt the needle enter her arm.

“Count backwards from ten for us, Y/N,” the anesthesiologist said.

“Ten, nine…eight…seven…”

Y/N was finding it difficult to keep counting. She blinked once, twice, then her eyes stayed shut. The last thing she felt before drifting off was Wade’s hand letting go of hers.

…

Y/N woke up to pain. So much pain. Her mouth felt like it had been smashed with a block of concrete, and when she ran her tongue over her gums, she tasted blood.

“Hey, she’s waking up.”

Y/N opened her eyes to her friends standing over her.

“How are you feeling, my little chipmunk?” Wade asked.

“Chi-unk?” Y/N tried to say, but her lips felt numb. She felt around with her tongue and tasted cotton on either side of her mouth. Her cheeks were also numb. Y/N brought a hand up to her cheek, but Peter gently grabbed it and put it back down.

“You can’t touch your face yet, Y/N,” he said, “it’s okay, we’re gonna get you home.”

Y/N felt herself being lifted up into a bridal carry. She looked up into Peter’s lenses.

“I ‘an walk,” Y/N protested.

“Sorry, Y/N, but you could barely walk on valium, you’d fall over if you tried to walk now.”

Peter carried Y/N to the hovercar that was parked on the helicarrier landing pad and placed Y/N across the backseats. He sat down on the floor next to her and ran a hand through her hair. Wade put the car in gear and started to fly up into the air.

The trip home happened in a haze for Y/N. One minute she was in the hovercar, and the next minute she was being laid down in her bed. Y/N closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had no recollection of the past few hours. Y/N sat up in bed and looked around. There were discarded rolls of cotton in a nearby trashcan, and Peter was sitting in a chair by her bedside.

“What happened?” Y/N asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“You don’t remember anything?” Peter asked.

“I remember you guys gave me a pill, then we got in some fancy SHIELD car, and then Wade was with me, and there was a needle.”

“That pretty much sums up the first half,” Peter said, “you got your wisdom teeth out. The surgery only took about twenty minutes. They brought you out, and we took you home.”

Y/N looked around for Wade, but he was nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Wade?” Y/N asked.

“He’s…” Peter paused, “I don’t know. He just left as soon as we got you in bed.”

“Surprise!” Came a sing-song voice.

The door to Y/N’s room swung open to reveal Wade, carrying a bowl of ice cream. Y/N’s eyes lit up. It was her favorite flavor of ice cream, topped with whip cream and sprinkles.

“Wade.” Peter’s lenses narrowed, “you know she’s not supposed to have that yet.”

“Pssh, you worry too much,” Wade said, handing the bowl to a very excited Y/N, “what could happen?”

…

“This could happen,” Peter said as he held Y/N’s hair back.

Y/N vomited into the trashcan that had been left in her room. Not an hour had passed after eating the ice cream and she was already regurgitating all of it.

“Okay, when the doc said ‘no dairy’, I assumed he meant straight up whole milk,” Wade said, “I didn’t think ice cream counted.”

Peter rubbed Y/N’s back with his other hand as she retched. Y/N was never going to look at a bowl of ice cream again. When her retching had turned to dry heaves, Peter helped her get up and guided her back to bed. He grabbed a washcloth and dabbed at her mouth. Y/N leaned back against the pillows, absolutely exhausted by just vomiting.

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled.

“Not your fault,” Peter replied, glaring at Wade.

…

Y/N drifted in and out of consciousness for hours. She felt a hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“Y/N,” Peter’s voice echoed, “dinner time.”

Y/N groaned and pulled the covers over her head.

‘I know, I know, but you have to eat something. Come on, I made you some chicken broth. It’s got really tiny noodles in it, it should be easy on your mouth.”

Y/n groaned again and let Peter help her sit up. She tried to take the bowl of soup from Peter but he gripped it firmly.

“Ah ah, I don’t want you lifting anything,” he said, “let me do it.”

Y/N’s face turned red as Peter spoon-fed her the chicken broth with noodles.

“This is embarrassing,” Y/N mumbled.

“Yeah, but you’d do the same for me,” Peter reasoned.

Y/N only finished half of the soup before her eyes started to drift closed again.

“Wait, you can’t go to sleep yet. It’s time for your next dose of painkillers.”

Without opening her eyes, Y/N held her hand out for Peter to dump a small, white pill into. She took it and washed it down with a glass of water left by her nightstand.

“Now you can sleep,” Peter said.

Y/N was asleep before Peter finished his sentence.

…

3 days later

Y/N crept through the alley. If her intel was right, a crime gang should be meeting here any minute now. Y/N paused when she heard voices. By the sound of the discussion, it was definitely the gang she was looking for. Y/N charged up ice crystals and leapt into their path.

“Party’s over, boys,” Y/N said, though it caused pain to surge through her mouth.

The members of the gang all wore looks of shock on their faces. They went to draw their weapons, but they were all quickly immobilized by… webs? Y/N looked up as she heard the tell-tale sound of webs shooting through the air. Spider-Man crouched on a nearby fire-escape, his lenses narrowed menacingly. He leapt down and landed right in front of Y/N. He turned to the incapacitated gang members.

“Excuse us for a moment, fellas,” Spider-Man said, “Blizzard and I have something to discuss.”

Spider-Man turned back to Y/N and folded his arms across his chest.

“What are you doing out here?” he demanded, “Your mouth’s not healed yet, you should be in bed!”

“I took painkillers before I left,” Y/N argued, “I feel fine!”

Y/N held a hand to her cheek. Despite the painkillers, her mouth was still very, very sore. But Spider-Man didn’t need to know that.

“We’re going home.” Spider-Man put an arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled her close, “Now.”

“Hey, uh, Spidey?” the gang leader called, “what about us? You’re not just gonna leave us here, right?”

Spider-Man sighed.

“The police are on their way,” he said, “and make better choices next time. You’re lucky Deadpool wasn’t out here.”

With that, Spider-Man swung himself and Y/N away from the alley and back home.

…

Spider-Man opened the door and the sound of a blender running assaulted Y/N’s ears.

“Wade, what are you making?” Y/N called.

“Milkshakes,” Wade called back.

Y/N ran out of Spider-Man’s grip and into the kitchen.

“Can I have one?” Y/N asked, reaching for a freshly made milkshake.

Wade smacked Y/N’s wrist lightly with a spoon.

“Naughty patients who run off to fight crime in the middle of recovery don’t get any milkshakes.”

“Please?” Y/N gave her best pouty face.

Wade tilted his head back dramatically and groaned, his chef’s hat almost falling off.

“Fine,” Wade grumbled, “but don’t go running off again, or I’ll make sure you stay put and you won’t like it.”

“let me guess, bribery?” Y/N asked as she sipped on her milkshake.

“Sedatives,” Wade answered with a smile.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked down at her milkshake. Wade laughed and shook his head.

“I didn’t drug your milkshake, silly. Oh, but you should’ve seen your face. I should’ve taken a picture.”

Peter took off his mask and joined Y/N and Wade in the kitchen. Wade poured the contents of the blender into a glass and handed it to Peter. Peter drank from his milkshake as Wade grabbed one for himself. It would be a while before Y/N could go out again, but for now, she had everything she needed right here.

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[lovelyfoolish]

Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely person 🌹

I’m not sure if you’re on here. No worries if you see this much later, I just wanted to let you know I’m sending you my love! You’re such a kind person and the comments that you write, the quotes and references you make in them, are very inspiring. And I have to mention your writing, of course, because it’s beautiful.

Here’s a romance-themed OC question for any OC(s) of your choosing (no pressure to answer on Valentine’s day itself, or at all):

What combination of random objects would your OC use to describe their LI? What do they represent? Bonus question: What would their LI use to describe them?

thank you for your kind words ♡ it's the greatest pleasure in the world for me to share things i read or see with people, so really it's selfish, lol.

there are few things that mean as much to me personally as someone saying something reminded them of me, so i just want to reciprocate that where i can, and the purpose of language and beauty is to be shared, right? i'm trying to be less insecure about sharing things with people so this is really encouraging, thank you for saying this ♡

i love this question! (i wonder what objects the people i love would use to describe me? i'll go ask them.)

i'll elaborate, but in summary! mason is a swimming pool, nate (mina) is bubbles on a bubble bath, mina is an umbrella, and nate (bella) is wisteria, and bella is her little gold locket.

mina

mason it might be strange to say this because the ocean and its terrifying power is so clearly a motif and fixation for n, but m makes me think of drowning. there's the stormy grey of their gaze, of course, but also they invoke the metaphorical kind of drowning. overstimulation, for me, has the same overwhelming feeling as being in the water and running out of energy to fight to stay afloat.

when it comes to their romance route, i think of this ram dass quote often, "all you can do for another person is be an environment in which if they wanted to come up for air, they could."

so while i was tempted to say something like "noise-cancelling headphones" (rip wayhaven m you would love my xm4s) i think, for mina, m is a swimming pool. (is that an object, or a location? humour me, please.)

one of those ones you go to when you're a child in a hot place in the suburbs of a big city. cool water and chlorine that stings your eyes and that precise shade of blue and whistles blowing and voices echoing over the water.

maybe it's just me that can immediately invoke the feeling of being in a neighbourhood pool like that, since i spent a lot of time in them when i was young in a hot place where a pool was the only relief. but i think it's so contradictory and so lovely and peaceful and so chaotic and you leave with your lungs burning. and i think that's what mason is to mina. the bottom of a swimming pool and the first breath after you surface and you are aching but you are alive.

nate the mar in me wants to say pomegranates, but i will leave them to her ♡ (but really, a man who is a fruit with thick skin and arils that glitter like jewels and juice that streams down your mouth like blood?)

maybe, instead — for mina, nate is the cloud-like layer of white foam on a bubble bath. (water, again. it wasn't intentional! but!)

how easily you can hold it in your hands, but when you try to grasp it tighter, it disintegrates. it promises eternity (if you keep the water running, you'll make more bubbles) but that promise requires so much to go certain ways. you can cover yourself in an embrace of bubbles. there's so much more below the foam.

does this make sense?

mina for mason, mina is an umbrella. both for the refuge she provides and the level of organisation that it calls to mind. isn't always having an umbrella when you need one the goal of adulthood? i think there's something strangely elegant about that and that is very mina.

(i also think mason would be very serious about umbrellas lest he becomes a bit of a wet cat after being out in the rain too long, and mina always having one ready just like him is startling to him.)

bella

nate bella is a gardener, so i think she would want to think of nate as a flower, and wisteria is the one that comes to mind for her first.

it's a beautiful flower, first and foremost, but it's also exceptionally strong. it has the ability to break stone through strangulation with its vines (making it a very predatory invasive species, believe it or not) and it can even destroy entire forests by killing off trees and leeching into the canopy to drive more sunlight towards itself.

it's also poisonous, like the flower bella was named for. (atropa belladonna.)

isn't that so nate? so beautiful and so strong that it can be brutal? while wisteria is relentless i think nate is relentless in a different way — he's wrapped his vines around bella's heart.

bella this is less metaphorical, but nate gave bella a gold locket that often pops up in my stories about her. (mina probably has one too, lol. lockets are my favourite jewelry to give a character, i'm afraid.)

it's always catching nate's eye from across a room and shining brightly, just like her.

what's inside it, i can't say. (i like to imagine f and m have played a game guessing the contents, ranging from the boring (picture of nate) to the insane (nuclear codes, cocaine, dumpling sauce).)

there's also the implications of the metal heart she wears around her neck and her metal heart (her pacemaker) ♡ i like that he thinks of both of them when it comes to the woman he loves.

bonus!

“extinction event” takes up most of my time these days so i wanted to answer for the researcher and stranger (who i hope you’ll meet later this year) too ♡

(like bella's answer, these will be objects they have/use.)

the researcher at first i think the stranger would describe them mostly in terms of things they regularly buy in the convenience store! since that’s a little easter egg (recently i've been toying with a goofy little spice tolerance stat lol but the branching is already ridiculous so it might be left on the cutting room floor :')) it’s up to the players to choose those items and i can't name anything specific.

i've been thinking a lot about an object all of them would have. i've got an idea for one right now that has both a lot of symbolic and personal meaning (it's something i have a collection of so it would be my little shout out to that) but i'm not sure if i'll keep it. i'm trying to make sure it's something that could fit every version of the researcher.

the stranger the branching complicates things! but definitely the first thing the researcher would think of when they think of them would be their necklace. i went back and forth a thousand times on what it should be (i was leaning towards victorian mourning jewellery at one point but then i was like “they are weird but idk if they are that brand of weird” and so they will not wear a dead person’s hair around their neck!) before i settled on the coin. 

the other object that the researcher would describe them with is very much a spoiler!

thank you again, and thank you for waiting for me, sending you love ♡

#i actually read something awhile back i've been thinking about a lot recently #the poet and editor george abraham #who is a palestinian person (they pronouns) #said of poetry that #'if we can't imagine a free liberated world in language how can we build one?' #and that really crystallised a lot of my thoughts on literature and sharing it #i'm so happy to share the things i read #i want to give everyone's work my full attention #and take you seriously like you deserve #it's a pleasure to be surrounded by your words. building a world of love. #i've loved words ever since i was a little kid who got in trouble for turning the car lights on to read on my way home in the dark #:') #happy valentine's day! #happy white day! #ask #anonymous #mina #bella #ee tag

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | FLUFF

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Adore U

It wasn’t a very big task and you were determined to brush your teeth all on your own as you and your Appa got ready for bed. Once a sizable mess of the blue and white spiraled toothpaste over your toothbrush, having started brushing his teeth, Jeonghan began eyeing you as you finally set the tube of toothpaste down and picked up your overflowing toothbrush to brush your teeth. Turning his head away, it was all he could do to prevent himself from laughing. He’d have done it for you if it wasn’t so amusing to him and you hadn’t insisted, “I’m a big girl!”, over and over again. Jeonghan never minded taking care of his little angel.

Finally, you managed to successfully maneuver the brush into your mouth, only losing some of the minty paste on the countertop and the left side of your mouth. Awkwardly, you moved the brush around, peeking at your Appa to follow his movements and successfully working up a light and minty foam as you brushed. Unfortunately, the flavor was causing you to drool entirely too much, the contents of your mouth spilling from the edges of your mouth and you weren’t even half finished.

While Jeonghan’s brushing was almost through, he made eye contact with you in the large mirror, almost snorting, effectively choking and having to spit out the contents of his mouth immediately as he laughed.

“Yah! You’ve made a mess.”, he tried his best to sound stern but the snickering and turning of his head as he exhaled loudly, trying to suppress his smile definitely gave him away.

“Helpb?”, you asked, your drool already dripping onto your pajamas as you looked up at him.

“Who told you to be so cute?”, he sighed, tempted to flick you in the forehead, “come here.”

After wiping his mouth with a small towel, he cleaned you up, shaking his head with a thoughtful grin, and took your toothbrush to finish the job himself. With a peck to the top of your head he held your chin, guiding you to look up at him.

“Say ‘Ah’. We have to get all of your teeth sparkly clean even if it takes all night!”, he always loved putting on a show, taking his role as seriously as the devil named Yoon Jeonghan could. Making you giggle was just a plus. Elegantly wasn’t an adverb he’d have used to describe it but he got the job done.

“Okay! Spit.”, he pointed to the sink, backing away from your projectile, already fetching the towel again as you’d let your drool get everywhere again.

“Are you a puppy, now? You’re- Yah! Look at me.”, he grumbled again, chuckling as he cleaned you up ,”You’re drooling all over the place.”

“Sorry, Appa.”, you giggled and wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, even though he’d just wiped it for you.

“As long as your teethies get clean. You’re lucky I adore you..”, he tapped your lips, ”Show Appa your sparklies.”

“Eeee”, you smiled wide for him, showing him your clean teeth proudly since Appa always did his best work on them.

“Okay, Angel. Let’s get you washed up for bed.”, he patted both your cheeks and lifted you up onto the counter since washing your face on your own wouldn’t go any better.

🧸Endnote: have some free early JiHan pics 🤣 The thoughts I get while brushing my teeth for bed. On a side note, I don’t know if any of you have heard Jeonghan brushing his teeth before but THIS MAN BRUSHES AGGRESSIVELY. 🤣💗 yes I have listened and giggled more than once. ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[kinktae]

Tempting rewrite and little one rewrite has me foaming at the mouth omg! I’m beyond excited for you!! I know you have improved so much as a writer over the years ❤️

Thank you so much for choosing to come back to this cursed site again 🥲

NO THANK U FOR UR KINDNESS!!!!

More than writing I really just become into an adult and my brain has a perspective on life and the content I want to put out has changed. Like I’m not 19 anymore ya know!! I’m 24 I’m basically withered according to my teenage coworkers😭😭😭

I don’t know about improveddddd ehe but i definitely have consumed enough content that now I know how I want my story to be read and definitely feel more confident revisiting my content and rewriting them in a way that helps better get my intent and message across :)

#ask #LOVE BEING BACK

[jokertrap-ran]

(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Evan’s Melody of Return Translation

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"The bright sunlight shines through the wide glass windows, shimmering down upon the familiar area of the airport. The anticipation and joy of being reunited with him added a spring to my step as my spirits began to soar..

I’d taken such a long trip that I couldn’t help picking up the pace as I headed towards the exit.

The long-awaited Guangqi City awaited behind the exit alongside the person I love.

The hustle and bustle of the airport grew clearer in my ears as I looked around, searching for his familiar silhouette within the airport crowd.

Who is he?"

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Revolution⊹ —————★❖

The fresh air of Guangqi City hit me as I made my way through the airport, heading towards the exit. Unable to help myself, I took a deep breath.

The strong but unmistakable aroma of coffee hit my nose.

MC: Huh? The airport had a coffee shop?

The scent tempted me as my feet unwittingly followed the scent, driven by some hidden desire of mine.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘◦ ✥ ◦∘ ━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

The wind chimes on the door jingled as I entered. The crisp sound made me recall a certain night in the past, making my heart rate increase.

The straight-backed figure at the counter seemed busy, but he turned around almost the same time as the door opened.

On the counter, a steaming cup of latte was pushed towards me.

Evan: Welcome to the store, and welcome back.

The hot vapor wafting from the coffee slowly dissipated, revealing a pair of eyes that held a joyful glint. The owner of them didn’t seem surprised at my sudden appearance. My heartbeat only increased even further upon recognizing those eyes that had been deeply ingrained into my memories.

MC: Evan? What are you doing here?

Evan: You never did tell me the exact date that you'd be back, so I've been here waiting for you while helping a friend out.

MC: You… and what if I'd gone straight home?

Evan: I thought that perhaps a familiar aroma would lead you here.

Evan: After the long and tiring journey I’m sure you had, you may need a candid reunion of chance, won’t you say? Just like the first time we met.

He picked up the cup of Americano next to him, clinking it against the cup of latte he'd prepared for me. I lowered my head and took a sip of the warm beverage, sighing in contentment.

Evan was just like this cup of coffee, reaching out without a word whenever I needed him most.

Under his gentle gaze, comfort seeped through my tired body and frazzled nerves, leading me to instinctively sink into the soft double sofa next to the bar table for support.

Evan left the counter and sat down beside me. I picked the cup up again and took another sip from it, letting the familiar drink's rich taste linger in my mouth.

MC: It's a rose latte… it's been a long time since I've tasted one…

MC: And it's also the only drink you're never willing to teach me how to make.

Evan: There was actually sort of a selfish reason behind that.

MC: Huh? And what's that?

Evan: Because I hoped that there would be a taste out there that only I can provide.

I instantly gleaned what he was trying to say by reading between the lines— He has always been here, waiting for me to return. And he would continue remaining here until I did; no matter how long it took.

I wanted to quash the ache I felt in my heart. However, it was like bubbles, foaming in my chest until I could take it no longer.

MC: I took too long to come back… and for that, I'm sorry.

The difference in his body temperature wasn't very noticeable in comparison to mine, but I could still feel his warmth being transmitted from the arm that was against my shoulder. I slid down on the sofa and gently leaned on his shoulder.

Evan: Why are you apologizing?

MC: I thought…

MC: That you'd be unruffled no matter what happened in your life.

MC: But you…

A low laugh sounded above me, and I looked up to see the soft, relaxed arc of his brows and the deep affection reflected in his eyes all within close reach.

Evan: Don't worry, nothing has changed on my end. Although, my mood has changed for the better now that I know of your return date.

Faced with his smile, a wave of longing surged through me. I unwittingly turned and threw myself into his arms, deeply breathing in the scent of wormwood that I loved.

Deep down, I silently resolved to never leave his side again.

#光与夜之恋 #Light and Night #Otome #Translations #Tencent #陆沉 #Evan #For Night For Revolution #Melody of Return

[shitisaysometimes]

Can we PLEASE talk about how Crowley KNOWS heaven's plans during the confession scene?? Whatever. I'm gonna talk about it you dont have to listen.

🛑 SPOILERS 🛑

I'm convinced Crowley is Lucifer so much of my interpretation is based on that sub theory which I'm not going to go in depth on here because its a whole post on its own (and I'm already getting bored writing this one lol). I'm also not convinced that Metatron is really going to let Aziraphale run heaven. I think he's going to lock Az up (either as prisoner or as commander-in- chief) (but probably a prisoner) to keep the Our Side™️ team up from interfering. I’m focusing on the subtext in the confession scene conversation and implications for season 3.

Crowley knows the plans for Apocalypse 2. Which means he knows how it STARTS.

We viewers only see the last bit (the amens) but its implied that Crowley sees much more while we're viewing Aziraphale in the cutaway. The line "Tell me you said no." is repeated twice and increasingly desperate. Yes, he wants Aziraphale to stay with him, but more importantly, I think Aziraphale returning to heaven is the first step to start the End again. This is supported by Crowley saying "You can't leave this bookshop." Because if Az DOES leave the bookshop (and goes to Heaven) then the End is started.

Also why he confesses - "I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I better say it now." Why now? Because he won't get a chance to later, because they'll be on opposite sides. Likely fighting each other. (Assuming Metatron is being truthful) (which... eh).

It explains Crowley's agitation while Aziraphale is with Metatron. He already knows what Metatron is doing (tempting Az). Earlier in episode 4 or 5 (can't remember, not looking it up), Crowley is worrying about Aziraphale and says "it's always too late." This time is also too late because by the time he returns, Aziraphale is already convinced he should go to heaven/leave the bookshop.

I think the Job story is included because that's when God and Satan made a bet over the devotion of God's most faithful. A parallel to what is now happening with Aziraphale. (Don't get me started on the almond syrup implications rn omg). (Side note, most scholarship distinguishes Lucifer and Satan as two entities/concepts and knowing Gaiman keeps within the theologic cannon, I think we'll find that's true in the Good Omens universe too)(Either they're two separate entities or Satan is a mask of Crowley's)(but thats another post omg thats like the third time I've said that I need to stfu).

In the "I forgive you/Don't bother" exchange, I dont think Crowley is deflecting because he doesn't think his past is worthy of forgiveness. I think it's because he knows what will happen in the future. Namely that season 3 will show Crowley and Az on opposite sides rather than together as they have been. Aziraphale (might be) leading heaven's armies against Crowley (Lucifer). And Crowley doesnt think that is worth forgiving.

I'm especially convinced of this because of the sudden interest in the "or give me death" name that Crowley and Metatron take in the last episode(s). "Does anyone ever choose death?/How predictable" especially makes me think that Crowley is going to be the one to choose death - his own death - to save everyone else's, especially Aziraphale's (and surprising Metatron). A parallel between "The Second Coming" and the... idk first coming (? lol) since Jesus sacrificed himself and all that.

Like the ladies said, Aziraphale and Crowley don't say what's on their minds. Crowley isn't talking about them, he's talking about the plans he knows about. And he knows that he doesn't want to be opposed to Aziraphale.

I'm sure I have more, but this is enough to chew on. (And I'm tired of typing).

I'm foaming at the fkn mouth.

#good omens #good omens 2 #spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #verify this rant when season 3 comes out #or whatever

[twst-drabbles]

Deuce 1

Summary: Just a regular hangout with Deuce, with chalk and an empty wall.

(Tis short and sweet. Hope you like it.)

“Um,” Deuce couldn’t help but step back a bit, “hey, are you sure this isn’t vandalism?”

You blinked at him twirling the chalk on powder coated fingers. “Buddy, this is my dorm. Pretty sure I got the okay to do what I want with it.” You went back to adding more details on the eyes of a smiley face. You adding in the veins only unnerved Deuce further.

If the Headmage decided to pop in from around the corner, he can only imagine the lecture that would foam from his mouth. Would Deuce listen? Probably not but can you blame him? It’s hard not to zone out when people drag out their words.

“Still though…” as fun as this seemed, he still wants to avoid breaking rules when he can. Even if they are tempting. Deuce still holds onto his grip on the chalk.

“If Crowley doesn’t like it, we can always hose this wall down.” You added some freckles on the unnerving face, snorting to yourself before moving onto the next picture. “Or we can tell Crowley to suck a fat one but I know you won’t do it.”

“Prefect, please,” Deuce whispers, stuffing his laughter to the bottom of his lungs. An honor student should be more mature than this. Even so, he drifts to your left side, tapping his chalk once against your cheek before focusing on the art you left behind. “At least give this guy a beard. He feels weirdly bare without it.”

“Be my guest,” you waved him off, giving him permission to go wild with whatever might be in his imagination, “I’m not gonna stop you. Though, don’t draw anything that isn’t for Ortho’s eyes.”

Okay, you probably didn’t mean for your words to hurt him, but still. “You really take me for that kind of gross person, Prefect?”

You looked over to him, giving him a quick scan before shrugging your shoulders. “You hang out with Ace. Honestly, anything’s possible when he’s within close proximity.”

…you know what, you’re right. He'll just, focus on this picture now.

“You think this face needs a buddy?” Or maybe a couple of buddies? Maybe some animal friends?

“Yeah, give him someone to talk to!”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #heartslabyul #deuce #deuce spade #reader insert