#pad-foots 500 celebration

[bit-dodgy-innit]

Mixing It Up

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You lavish some attention on Steven’s nipples for a change

Requested by: my literal everything @my-secret-shame

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Jake x afab!reader, and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-O-Meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (Rated Tre Explicit, Minors DNI!)

Word Count: 3.1k

CW/TW: Bondage, nipple!play and lactation kink (m and f receiving), dare I say some soft!fem!dom dynamics, dirty talk, pregnant!sex, p in v sex, woman on top, mommy!kink, a bit of orgasm denial, handjobs, and mucho communication in the afterglow since Moon Knight and Moms are complicated. Oh and Jake makes an appearance in this, so mentions of anal sex

A/N: Oh man I surprised myself with this one 😅 I would like to thank @plethora-of-imagines as well as darling Fen here bc their list of “what will steven do with readers breast milk on the babymoon” made the prompt click for me! It clicked and then we sailed straight off the rails into kinkytown!! As always, Jake has a couple Spanish phrases here that I’ve translated below.

“We should do this more often I think,” you mused with a quintessential “cat that got the cream” smirk.

The image before you was truly a sight to behold. Each Steven’s wrists were tied to a bedpost, and apart from the bathrobe sashes restraining his arms, your husband was stark naked atop the sheets. You salivated as your eyes drifted along the dips and planes of his golden skin, then to the dusting of wiry hair across his limbs, finally focusing in on his thick cock, flushed and standing at attention for you.

His length wasn’t the only part of him that was erect for you, each of Steven’s nipples were pert and pebbled on his chest. They were the object of your attention today.

“Ye-yeah,” your husband replied, craning his neck up from the pillows to look at you. You stood at the foot on the bed, completely nude as well, and unable to see your feet over your bump anymore.

This was another installment of “babymoon” sex at the country house you two rented in France which you were currently enjoying. The plan was to get in as much wild, nasty, uninterrupted fucking as you could before Caleb, your unborn son, arrived since soon there would be two children draining your time, libido, and energy.

Seeing Steven so submissive and prone for you was a novel thrill. You tended to be the more submissive partner in the bedroom - you had to be completely on top of it as a mother, in your career, with your friends - but when you were with your husband, it was the one arena where you felt like you could let go. Steven, though he could definitely take charge if he fancied it, skewed more submissive than his alters sexually. And in a happy coincidence, you enjoyed being a bit more in control with him when you two made love.

This was perhaps the most dominant you’d ever been though, tying your husband to the bed and towering over him with a glass of your breast milk in hand.

“I’m going to make you feel so good darling,” you purred, “just like you do for me.”

Steven nodded feverishly in agreement and you crossed to the nightstand to set the glass down temporarily. Any and all movement at 35 weeks pregnant took a lot of effort, and you need to situate yourself accordingly.

It was the most comfortable to lie on your side, and once you were in position, you began by dancing your fingers across Steven’s chest. You used the tips of your nails to draw little parallel lines from one pec to the other, building up the anticipation. 

“I always thought you had a nice chest,” you remarked lazily, the warmth of Steven’s shaky exhalations against your skin getting you even more drunk on being the one with the power here. 

“Mmmm?” 

“It’s true,” you confirmed. “You have these nice big broad shoulders, such defined pecs, and then these…”

You trailed off to swirl the pad of your fingertip around his nipple. The reaction was immediate. Steven whimpered, and even in your periphery you could see his cock jump. 

“Oooh you like that baby, don’t you,” you cooed, moving your fingers to the opposite side of his chest to give his other nipple the same treatment. “All this time we’ve only played with my tits, but you’ve been holding out on me.” 

You lightly pinched his nipple, ripping a yowl from Steven, the sound shooting straight down to your pussy. “So responsive. Can I give this one here a kiss?” 

Apparently Steven was too turned on to properly speak, but the enthusiasm of his nodding and his broken moan served as consent enough. Your husband’s entire body convulsed when your lips brushed the delicate skin of his bud. It spurred you on further, flicking your tongue across the peak while you applied pressure with your hand to its twin. Steven encouraged you with the most delicious breathy little cries while you narrowed your tongue into a point to draw circles around the circumference of his nipple.

Your ministrations were a mix of repayment and revenge. You were performing on him the moves that drove you wild and made you come, partly in gratitude for all of the bliss he’d bestowed upon you, and partly to assert that you could reduce him to the quivering mess Steven so expertly did when he suckled from you. 

“Duh…dar-darling!”

You pulled off of him to check his features, searching for any discomfort or displeasure. But you recognized the hunger in his expression immediately, Steven wanted more. You sent him a devilish smile and reached for the glass. 

Before you did anything more, you checked one last time, “Shall we?” 

“Oh please,” he sighed, the breathlessness in his tone making your slit leak with arousal. 

You tipped the glass ever-so-slightly over Steven’s right nipple, withdrawing after a few splashes had coated the skin there. Then, you mopped up the liquid with your mouth, licking every square inch where it’d splattered.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Steven’s voice had dropped into his chest, his voice now a rasp. 

If you thought about it for too long, the fact that you were lapping up your own breastmilk might have thrown you. But just like Steven, you were too high on your shared lust to be too concerned. Besides, it was really just colostrum - the proper milk wouldn’t come in until Caleb was delivered, and the mild, nutty taste was offset but the tang of Steven’s sweat. That was a flavor you’d never get enough of. 

You repeated the action on the further of Steven’s pecs, moaning as you lavished licks and little nibbles on the skin there to add an extra layer of stimulation with the vibrations. When you pulled away for a breather, Steven’s sculpturesque features were wracked with pleasure to the point of pain. 

“I bet you wish you could touch your cock right now, don’t you, baby?” You inquired with put-on innocence. 

Steven’s response was basically a sob. 

“Hmm, I suppose I could for you?” Playing naive always drove Steven bonkers. “Would you like that baby?” 

More whining and nodding relayed his assent. You kissed down his stomach and when you reached straining member, now weeping and a dark ruddy hue, you cooed, “Look at that pretty prick. He wants his mommy, doesn’t he?”

You had no idea where that came from. Though you’d been calling your husband “daddy” long before Nyla entered the picture, you steered clear of its counterpart given Marc’s past trauma and abuse. 

Your heart dropped when you realized what you’d said, yet before you could backpedal and apologize, Steven replied, “Please mommy, please.” 

Given that he was still was so turned on and the word hadn’t thrown him, you continued with the act as you tried to mount him without too much wobbling, “So big and hard for me.”

“This is going to be quick,” he warned you while you took his dick in hand to position him at your entrance, “Can’t believe I haven’t come already, if I’m honest.” 

You found yourself answering, as if your mouth was independent of your mind, “You come only when I tell you to. And I’m going to first,” 

You could swear you saw a tear escape from the corner of Steven’s eye at the announcement. It made you pause for an entirely different reason. “That alright?” 

“Puh-please sit on my cock mommy. I’ll be so good I promise.” 

And with the go-ahead, you did just that. Both of you groaned in satisfaction and relief at becoming one. You’d been teasing your husband for the better part of an hour, therefore his eyes nearly crossed at the feeling of your warm, tight channel encasing his member so swiftly and smoothly. 

“Remember, no coming til mommy says so,” you sing-songed, “Gonna use this huge cock exactly as I like.” 

You were in no state to bounce on Steven’s dick like you usually did, but instead you allowed yourself an extra moment to revel in the feel of his thick girth inside of you, and squeezed around him just to drive him even more mad. 

It felt heavenly to simply be full of him, to catalogue every vein and ridge without any movement. Your hand dropped to your clit, strumming your little bundle of nerves and enjoying the sight of Steven’s drawn neck. You studied the prominent tendon in his throat as he struggled to behave for you while you gave him too much and not enough all at once. 

Soon the feeling of being full of your husband’s fat erection and playing with your clit wasn’t sufficient, you began canting your hips as much as your baby-heavy baby would allow you. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth, you writhed on Steven’s cock while you kept your index finger firmly working at your nub. You were entranced by your husband’s devastatingly handsome face while you took your pleasure freely from his body, transitioning from rocking back and forth on his hardness to swiveling your pelvis in a circular motion so his member could invade every crevice of you. 

“So deep,” Steven whimpered. 

“It’s good isn’t it?” You surveyed, “Making mommy feel so good. God you’re so hot, can’t believe I get to ride this dick whenever I want.” 

The revelation inspired you pick up the pace on your clit and embrace the burn in your thighs to slam your hips down just a little harder, “Oh Steven, fuck. Railed me so hard that you put another baby in me, then you even let me tie you up and use your fat prick however I see fit.”

“Jus’ wanna be good f’r you mommy,” he slurred. 

“So good,” you assured him without hesitation, “all my friends are jealous that I have such a fit, caring husband who drinks from my titties aaaah-and licks my pussy like it’s his goddamn job.” 

Steven couldn’t help but join your movements at your praise. He planted his feet onto the surface of the mattress and began meeting your stilted thrusts as best he could, his hands were still tied up which meant he didn’t have much leverage. It was enough though, because you could feel yourself barreling toward your climax like a runaway bullet train.

You were reduced to babbling at this point, “You’re so good for mommy, so good for mommy, so good for mommy, so good…suh—ohhhhhhhhh.” 

The orgasm was so intense you feared it’d send you into labor. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the pleasure so white-hot you momentarily forgot what year it was. Even though you felt like you’d entered a different dimension, you were aware of the feeling of your husband sneaking his hand between the root of his cock and your spasming cunt. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that Steven was staving off his own peak to follow your order. Your sweet, obedient husband. You were going to make him come so hard. 

As much as you wanted to lift yourself off of Steven’s now-sticky erection, demand a sponge-bath, and pass out, it was your turn to send your spouse to the moon and back. You powered through the exhaustion that had begun to descend over your limbs to dismount from Steven’s lap and scooted down the bed some, leaving a trail of your own juices on the sheets in the wake. 

You glanced at the glass on the nightstand and gasped, “Oh no! We’re out of milk!” 

Steven jerked and pulled at his restraints, letting a plaintive cry escape when he heard you. 

“Guess I’ll have to give you some fresh,” you pondered aloud as your hands snaked up your sides to cup your heavy breasts. They were already feeling a bit engorged since it’d been hours since Steven milked you with his hands or mouth, so it only took a couple pumps of your palm for more liquid to dribble out and coat your hand. 

Steven, who’d been holding up his head to watch your little display, dropped it at the sight of you wetting your hand with his favorite substance. 

“You were so patient for mommy, now she’s going to give you your reward,” you intoned wrapping your drenched hand around his cock, already made slick from your arousal and his precum. 

You stripped his length with firm, quick strokes, only getting a dozen or so in before Steven was lurching against the sashes and crying out as he came. His seed was spurting from his thoroughly abused cock so intensely that you swore that if you hadn’t gotten your mouth around his tip in time, his cum would’ve hit the ceiling. 

You jerked Steven through his release until you felt him soften, and when you glimpsed up at him, he’d sank into the pillows and against his bonds like a ragdoll. 

Immediately, you brought your clean (well, cleaner) hand to caress his forehead. “Baby? You okay?” 

You wasted no time untying the sashes from the bedpost, and a moment later, your husband’s lids fluttered open. You knew by the smug quirk of his lips it was Marc gazing back at you instead of Steven. 

“Hi sweetie,” you greeted him. “Not freaked out, are you?” 

“No I’m fine,” he assuaged you. “Who knew the gorgeous in-house consultant I was assigned to work with on my first job all those years ago would be even better in bed than she was at her job?” You preened at Marc’s praise, moving to untie his other wrist while he added, “And she was really fucking good at her job.”

“He came so hard he forced a switch, didn’t he?” 

Marc nodded, rubbing and twirling his wrists to get the blood flow back. “Also, Jake says he’s not crossing the English Channel to go home until he gets to fuck your ass. “

You rolled your eyes. “Despite my best efforts to be one on this trip, he knows I’m not a sentient sex doll, right? That I’m in the home stretch of cooking his second kid currently? I told him we’d do to it before we left, we still have all of tomorrow.”

“Anoche,” Jake pushed forward to demand. 

“Mañana.” you countered. “Unless you let me take a nap now and make dinner. And clean up afterwards.” 

“Bien.”

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, Lockley.” 

“That’s enough of that,” Steven reclaimed the body to declare. “Let’s take a bath, yeah? Then you can nod off?” 

“Yes please,” you grinned. “But first can I just…I need to catch my breath.”

“‘Course darling,” he acquiesced, “Frankly, the offer of a bath was too ambitious on my end. I can’t move my legs right now.” 

“You were okay with all of that?” You needed to get straight to it. “I know that kind of got away from us just — got away in the best way possible if you ask me —but just…is there anything you wouldn’t want a repeat performance of? I know the word ‘mommy’, when we’re not referring to me with Nyla, is loaded for you.” 

It was if Steven’s tongue back too big for his mouth. He struggled to shape the words with his lips, and a crimson hue stained his cheeks while he searched for what to say. “No? I mean that’s actually worse, innit? Because I loved calling you mommy just now and I know I shouldn’t? After everything Marc actually went through…fuck, that’s messed up.” 

“I wouldn’t be so quick to judge,” you tried to comfort him. “From what you told me, your memories of her are so different than his. Intentionally so, right? It wasn’t until what, the last like six or seven years you knew otherwise.” 

“I suppose so,” he mumbled. 

“And you know how I much I love calling all of you daddy. I said it for the first time when I slept with Marc, ages before Nyla.”

“Guess it’s not too much of a stretch, given how obsessed I am with your tits,”  he surmised, then obscured his face with his hands, “Fuck, I’m a proper pervert, aren’t I? With a dose of D.I.D. thrown in with no extra charge.” 

“Stop,” you gently tried to removed his hands. When that didn’t work, you said, “You may be a perv, but you eat pussy like a champ, so who cares?” 

That got Steven to uncover his face. When you were met with his frown, you amended yourself, “I’m kidding. Obviously. Honey, if you want us to talk about this with Dr. Moorhead, I’m more than happy to do it so we can unpack it properly. But honestly? That was so bloody hot. It was fun to play with the power dynamics a little. I’m not sure if I’d want to do that every time we make love but…” 

“It was quite a treat for a special occasion, wasn’t it?” Steven admitted at last.

“Just think, in five weeks Caleb will be here and we won’t be having any sex whatsoever, so you’ll have plenty of time to mull over if we want to do it again.” 

“Well hopefully not ‘any sex whatsoever’,” Steven protested. “We snuck a lot in with Nyla.” 

“First baby luxuries,” you reminded him, “but don’t worry, your all-access pass to my titties will be restored.” 

Steven hummed in delight. “They’re just so big and tasty for me,” he murmured, his lips enveloping your nipple and tenderly suckling. 

It was your turn then to collapse back amongst the pillows. You carded your fingers through his wavy, salt-and-pepper locks as he relieved you, lost in the sensation. Steven switched tits, drinking from the other just as delicately as he did from the first. He only got a few sips in before the absence of his mouth sent a little shock of cold air on your nipple and you heard, “Eh! I’ve waited my turn.” 

Jake. 

“Then give me Steven back so he can bathe me,” you negotiated, too exhausted to open your eyes, “I’ll take my nap, you’ll make dinner, and I’ll be so naughty for you Papi, I promise. You can pound my ass until sunrise.”

“Joder nena, I’m not giving anything back when you talk like that,” he rasped, dropping a kiss to your neck. 

“Please honey? I need to close the loop on what we were talking about.” 

Thankfully, Jake agreed without any more fuss and Steven returned. 

“I think it might be good for us to talk with Dr. Moorhead,” he shared a few minutes later while you waited for cottage’s the copper tub to fill. “Because I want to do that again, but it’d be nice to not feel so weird about it.” 

“Sounds like a plan, love,” you grinned, drawing him in for a chaste kiss on the lips. “God, imagine what we’ll be like when there’s no weirdness.”

Steven’s open, wholesome smile turned wicked. “Exactly.” 

A/N: Y’all...what just happened there? Not even I know 🙈 but I hope everyone enjoyed!!! The more I write the more I realize my destiny is to be barefoot and pregnant with Oscar’s baby 🤷‍♀️🤰🏼The final prompt fill is 95% written and will be coming to all of you lovelies who have waited ever-so-patiently v soon! Also yes, I’m naming all the doctors in this AU after the MK series writers!

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Translations: 

Anoche - Tonight 

Mañana - Tomorrow 

Bien - Okay 

Joder nena - Fuck babe 

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[griffxnnage]

unnecessary || f.w

prompt: “i missed your arms around me so i came to cuddle.”

word count: 1180

warnings: fluff, probably overuse of the word ‘malishka’

a/n: congrats @pad-foots for 500! i’m so proud of you! thanks for the tag, and i hope you like it!

“Freddie? Where are you? I’m home!” You called from the entryway of your flat above the joke shop. It’d been a long day at work and you were ready to put your feet up and relax. According to Fred, however, it wasn’t going to be that easy. 

“Darling? Where are you? I’m making tea, do you want some?” You busied yourself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and getting two tea cups. “Fred?” You hadn’t heard anything from him yet, so you checked your phone. Nothing. 

You started to wander the apartment, calling his name and peeking your head into the occasional room. You still couldn’t find him. Only when you entered your bedroom did you find a clue to his whereabouts. You found a note on the neatly made bed, and you recognized his unique handwriting.

Hello darling. As you can probably tell, I’m hiding. Come and find me xo

P.S. yes, I would like some tea

“Wow. This man is going to be the death of me.” You thought aloud, smiling to yourself. After you searched for him in the last few remaining rooms, you heard a rustling from the linen closet to your right. A smirk growing on your face, you mockingly said, “Well, I wonder where Freddie could be!” You started to slowly reach for the doorknob when it started to turn at its own accord. 

“There is no Freddie. He’s not here right now. This is Fredrick.” 

Yeaaa, it was Fred, just with a Russian accent. A terrible Russian accent.

“Well then, Frederick, what are you doing in there?” You rolled your eyes, totally accustomed to this behaviour. “I am on a very secret mission, so let me do my duty, sexy but annoying woman,” His harsh accent came from the other side of the door and you couldn’t help but double over in laughter. “Freddie, come on. Just come out already!” You laughed, tears forming in your eyes. 

“Well, my mission was to sweep the area, but now I think I can scrub that and take you in for questioning. You’ve seen too much!” The door creaked open, slowly, revealing the red, fiery hair of your husband and the mischievous look on his face. “Well, well, well. Malishka, what am I going to do with you?” He purred, his large frame leaving the closet and towering over you.

“Well, I dunno. You’re gonna have to catch me first!” The tense atmosphere was broken by your cute smile and speedy run. Fred couldn’t help but break character for a split second before chasing after you. Since you got a good head start, you were able to keep out of sight. Running out of ideas of where to hide, you went to the first place that came to mind: the bedroom.

After you scampered into the room and quietly closed the door, you went under the bed, with your feet closest to the edge of the bed. You tried to rearrange yourself so you could see if he came in, but the space was too tight a fit. So you just waited there, quick little breaths leaving your chest and excitement in your eyes. 

His footsteps grew closer, the floor creaking under his weight. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling, which made the creaking stop, and then quicken, coming in your direction. “Oh shit,” You whispered to yourself, mentally kicking yourself. 

“Malishka, where are you?” He said the last word all drawn out, his movements slow and deliberate. You could hear the soft pats of his socked feet on the carpet, and it made your heartbeat quicken in excitement. 

Once you thought he’d left the room, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, relieved that he’d gone. Well, you thought he’d gone.

“Oh, malishka, come here,” You felt two large, strong hands wrap around your ankles and you let out a squeak as your belly got a slight rug burn. Once you were out from under the bed, you flipped over quickly to see ‘Frederick’ standing over you, a stupid smile on his face.

“I have you now!” He lowered his voice to match that of Darth Vader and reached down to gently tickle your belly. “I shouldn’t have let you watch those Muggle movies, Freddie,” You giggled, squirming on the floor.

“Well, I see that Frederick is gone,” You looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Who is this Frederick you speak of, darling? I’ve never heard of him,” His voice trailed off as he leaned down to pick you up and carry you to the kitchen, where the kettle seemed to be screaming.

He set you down with a kiss on your forehead and set to making two cups of tea. You sat yourself at the counter, watching him with your head resting on your hand. “So, Y/N, how was your day?” He turned around, carrying the steaming cups of tea and setting them down on the marble counter. 

You just sat there, mouth agape, wondering if he was just going to ignore the events that’d just unfolded a few moments before. “Uh, did you not just chase me down? Or did that not happen?” You furrowed your eyebrows, curious to see what his next move would be. A small smirk appeared on his gorgeous face, and all he said was, “No idea, malishka,” accompanied with his signature wink. “Anyway, wanna cuddle?” He chirped, rather cheerful all of a sudden. You just rolled your eyes and followed him to the bedroom, tea in hand.

Once you were both situated under the fluffy blankets and propped up by innumerable pillows, you leaned against him with your head under his chin. He started stroking your hair, but that didn’t stop you from telling him off about before, and how unnecessary the whole ordeal was. His response seemed very well rehearsed.

“Darling, I missed your arms around me, so I came to cuddle! That’s it! I’m innocent! Nothing but good intentions on this mind. I did nothing wrong. Also, I don’t know about this Frederick fellow. How did he even get it? Seems rather suspicious. And handsome. Troublesome, but handsome,” His voice trailed off as you began to giggle. The laugher only grew louder when he started to tickle your belly, and after that, a full-blown tickle fight ensued.

A quarter of an hour later, you both had collapsed on the bed, which was now completely disarranged, chests heaving and light giggles leaving your lips. “Ok, next time, if you want cuddles, just say so.” You breathed, never wanting those kinds of shenanigans to go down again.

“I can’t make any promises, Y/N. Now come back here and cuddle me, malishka.” He held out his arms, and slapped his hands at you; quite childish, but then again, isn’t that Fred? 

“Freddie, what does ‘Malishka’ mean?” You asked, snuggling in close to him. He chuckled and leaned in close and whispered in your ear, “It means ‘baby girl,’ Y/N.” 

The blush on your face sent Fred into another fit of laughter which would later lead to another wrestling match. Then again, there would always be more to come.

#pad-foots 500 writing challenge #pad-foots 500 celebration #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x y/n

[hongism]

certainty - choi san

➻ pairing: san x reader

➻ wc: 733

➻ genre: fluff

➻ rating: sfw/pg

➻ warnings: none

➻ summary: you aren’t sure of a lot of things in life. except for choi san. 

➻ requested by: anonymous

➻ prompts:

“I think I wanna marry you.”

Certainty 

“Move over some.” San nudges your side with his foot, standing above you with a bowl of popcorn. You scoot over to make room for him on the blanket but keep your gaze on the TV. “Have you found a movie yet?” He slides down beside you and watches the screen with similar interest as he sets the popcorn off to the side.

“No, nothing is jumping out at me,” you say with a small pout.

“Well, it’s not a 3D TV, baby. Nothing is gonna jump out at you.” San snickers as he teases you, stabbing your side with his index finger. You roll your eyes ever so slightly at his words and try to conceal the smile that overtakes your lips. San sees it anyway. “You’re so adorable.”

“Oh hush! Help me find a movie and be a little brat afterward.”

San throws his head back as a laugh overtakes him, but he turns towards the screen. “What about The Notebook?”

“The Notebook is sad,” you complain.

“How?”

“What do you mean how? We’ve watched it so many times and you know I cry every time!”

“It just gives me an excuse to kiss away the tears.” San presses his lips to the side of your head.

“You want my heart to hurt?”

“No, of course not. What about 500 Days of Summer?”

“That’s sad too, San!” You turn to him, slapping his arm when he laughs. “Can’t we watch something chill like, I don’t know, Harry Potter?”

“You call that chill?”

“It’s better than having my heart ripped out by love stories.”

“You’re so cute when you get worked up.”

You sputter at his words, the suddenness of his love-filled compliment catches you off guard, and he catches your lips with his. You melt into the kiss, sighing against his mouth. San holds your chin between his fingers and keeps you in place as he kisses you. It’s a soft and delicate kiss, a ghosting sensation that leaves you wanting more, and when he pulls away, you chase after his lips.

“Harry Potter it is,” San whispers. His eyes drag over your features, drinking every curve and line in until it’s imprinted in his mind. You blink furiously as he continues to stare. “I think I wanna marry you.”

The words come out of left field and you’re facing right. You aren’t ready for them, and certainly not ready for the emotion that San says them with. You know he loves you, but this is a different kind of love that overwhelms you and fills your chest with warmth. You aren’t sure why the simple words bring tears to your eyes. You pull back from San before they start to fall, trying to cover your face so he doesn’t see them. It’s a stupid plan really because that action is more concerning than your tears, especially in response to what he just said.

“H-Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Baby, what’s wrong?” San pulls you against his chest, arm snaking around your shoulders and tugging you towards him. You press your face against his neck. The tears wet his skin, but he either doesn’t mind or chooses not to comment on it. Instead, he rocks your body back and forth, shushing your cries with soft-spoken words against your scalp.

It takes a few moments for you to calm down enough to speak, and San holds you through it all. When you finally pull back to look him in the eye, San’s expression reads pure worry. He reaches out and brushes the pads of his thumbs over your cheeks, sweeping the tears away.

“What’s wrong, baby? Was it what I said?” He asks. You immediately shake your head in denial, trying to reassure him as quickly as possible.

“You – you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just love you so much and I wasn’t expecting that and I didn’t think it would make me so emotional but just hearing you say that made me so overwhelmed like wow you feel the same way I do and–”

San cuts you off by pressing a finger against your lips, laughing as you ramble on and on. “Shh, baby, you don’t have to say anything. Of course, I feel the same way you do. I love you more than anything. And I would be the luckiest man in the universe if I could marry you.”

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[excindrela]

12 Days of Demon Ayno - Day 12 (18+)

Supernatural AU

Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (be safe!)

Word Count: 2752

AU: Ok. TMI: I suffer from depression which means that I either can’t stop writing, or can’t make myself write...which is why it takes me forever. And sometimes I have writing ADD (well, I have that too...) and I can write 100 words on 5 different things, but not 500 words on one thing. I’m so sorry. Really. 

This should have been done in Dec of 19. It was finished in June of 20. I’m not sure anyone is still reading this. Is anyone here? If so, and you want me to keep going, send me a message. You can send anon. If you’re still here, thank you. Really- thank you.

Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year

On the 12th Day of Christmas: You & Ayno Brought Each Other Joy

The week leading up to Christmas had been bliss. With the exception of a few social obligations, you’d had absolutely nothing planned- leading you to spend your days in pajamas and lazing around on the couch and in bed with Ayno. It was just like when he had arrived in October- not having to be around anyone else or pretend to be human had allowed him to revert to bad-boy demon mode and it had pretty much turned into an eight day fuck fest. It had been a whole week of pure indulgence- the words “no” and “stop” never fell from your lips, but you had uttered plenty of “yes”, “more” and “don’t stop”. It was a good thing you didn’t have to go back to work until after New Year’s Day and it was turtleneck season, because your neck was a patchwork of purples and magenta, and your inner thighs were bruised beyond belief…you felt like you existed in a permanently blissed out state.

It wasn’t the only thing you did: You braved the cold to go see White Christmas on the big screen, and again to go to the Christmas carol sing-along at the college. You had been suckered into attending a cookie exchange, and although baking was still a disaster for him, Ayno cheerfully made the dough but left the actual baking of the cookies to you…and you left the eating of the cookies you brought back home to him.

Your favorite thing by far was all the moments when you just cuddled and enjoyed each other’s company in comfortable silence; or the opposite when you talked endlessly to each other about everything. But either way, you were always wrapped in Ayno’s arms- often snuggled against his chest, breathing in the spicy earthy smell that was uniquely his.

You passed on going to your mom’s house for Christmas Eve- you were unwilling to leave Ayno at home, but you weren’t sure they were all ready for each other after the Thanksgiving fiasco. Instead you opted to spend the afternoon in the kitchen with him, drinking wine and cooking dinner, stealing kisses, and laughing uncontrollably as he would break out into random dances to Christmas carols on the radio.

The two of you went through a whole bottle of wine while you cooked plus another entire bottle of wine at dinner, and it caught up to you around 10 as you were laying on top of Ayno, who was gently rubbing your back as you watched “While You Were Sleeping”. Your eyes grew heavy, and you felt Ayno pick you up and carry you to bed. He climbed in and spooned up behind you, placing soft kisses on the back of your neck, and wrapping his strong arms around you.

*          *          *

It was a little before two when you woke up cold and alone. You slipped out from between the covers and wrapping the throw blanket at the end of the bed around your shoulders, went in search of your demon and his unnatural body heat.

You found him- sitting on a blanket on the living room floor, knees pulled to his chest and his chin resting on them, gazing up at his beautiful glowing Christmas tree.

“Ayno? You ok?” you asked softly. He unfolded himself and opened his arms, beckoning to you with his hands. You went straight to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you to lay on the floor with him. “Did I wake you?”, he asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “I was trying to be quiet.”

“No. I was just cold…and I missed you being next to me. I know the not needing sleep thing makes it boring just laying there.”

“I do not mind. I like looking at you when you sleep. You are so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes I talk to you…”

“I’ve never heard you…”

He smiled and spoke in barely a whisper “I am very quiet. And I speak in my language so it will seem like background noise to you.”

You giggled, “What do you say? Are you telling me demon bedtime stories?”

He laughed lightly, “I do not think we have those…our stories are not the kind of thing that helps people sleep.”

“I don’t know…you seem to help me sleep…”

Ayno smiled and gave a slight laugh “That is not because I am telling you soothing stories, it is because I wear you out…” he said as he brought his lips to yours.

His kisses were achingly soft as he lifted you and slipped your shirt off over your head. You felt the cold sting your nipples to rigid attention. Ayno cupped your breast and let his thumb graze lightly over the bud as he lowered you back down to the blanket. His hands traveled down your sides and waist until he hooked his fingers into the waist of your pajama shorts and underwear so he could pull them off as he continued down your legs to your feet. He reached down and slowly ran his hands from thigh to ankle, and cupping your heel he brought your foot to his lips, delicately kissing the ball, arch and heel before bringing his lips to your ankle bone and beginning to leave a trail of kisses along your calf, the back of your knee, and up your inner thigh. You could feel his hands running soothingly up and down the outside of your leg as he went. You giggled as he nipped gently at your inner thighs “Mmm what are you doing No?” He smiled against your skin. “I am memorizing you. So even if I spent a thousand years in the circles of hell, I would still know every line and every curve.” He skipped over the place you most wanted him to touch and instead went straight to your other inner thigh kissing and nipping and working his way back down to your foot just as he had on the other side. After he had kissed each of your toes gently from biggest to smallest, he leveraged himself over you, and starting at your hip bone begin placing kisses in an arc just above your pubic bone before stroking his cheeks on your stomach, and ghosting kisses around your belly button. You ran your fingers into his hair, thumbs brushing over his temples and cheekbones as you breathed soft sighs of contentment. While you kept wanting Ayno to rough you up a little bit now and then, there was no denying that when he loved you gently you melted under his touch. His lips continued to explore your skin as he worked his way up your body, leaving gentle touches in the valley between your breasts, and then gently circling your mounds until he placed his hot mouth over your cold nipples, swirling his tongue and sucking. He ran his hands from your hips up your sides and breasts over your shoulders and down your arms until he reached your hands, threading his fingers between yours, and lifting your hands over your head. Ayno lowered his body and positioned himself at your entrance while still gently kissing your face and neck. He pushed himself inside at a slow steady pace, until he filled you completely. He stayed there, his body was flush with yours, creating as much skin on skin contact as possible. He pressed his cheek to yours as he continued kissing and sucking your neck and earlobe as he gently thrust into you at a steady pace. You closed your eyes, focusing on the incredible feeling of his weight on you, all over you, moving inside you. Wishing there was a way to get even closer, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Ayno lifted his head and kissed you passionately. He stayed close, nuzzling your nose with his, and lips still brushing yours and leaving fleeting kisses. When you opened your eyes to look at him, the tender look in his eyes caused your breath hitch. He looked deeply into your eyes with that soul penetrating gaze he had. “Thank you for keeping me. In all my years, nothing compares to these last weeks. Nothing even comes close.”   His words left you speechless, so you squeezed his hands and brought your mouth to his, hoping you could convey your emotions in the kiss. You felt his thrusts gaining speed and getting more intense. The familiar heat began to build in your belly, your toes tingled, stars appeared in your vision and you keened softly when Ayno hit the spot that made your legs start shaking and your whole-body jolt.  Your walls tightened around him as he took you over the edge. He slowed his pace, his hands squeezing yours tightly until he thrust into you one last time. He laid there and kissed you tenderly as his body softened and he could slide out of you without overstimulating you. 

 You had no idea how long you just laid there in each other’s arms just nuzzling and kissing, but Ayno’s bond with you told him you needed some after care. He wrapped you in your blanket before he padded off to the kitchen. He returned a few moments later, pajamas having magically reappeared on his body, with ice water and snacks- which he promptly began feeding you.

 “Do you want your present now?”, he asked, looking over at the tree, barely able to contain his excitement.

“It’s not Christmas yet!”, you laughed.

He pointed at the clock. “It is three hours past midnight. It is Christmas Day.”

Technically he was right, and he looked so hopeful.

“Ok,ok! Do you want yours?”

“I get a present too?”

“Of course you get a present! Did you really think I wouldn’t get you something?”, you said with mock offense.

He grinned. “Never got a present before! ...never celebrated Christmas before either. I did not really expect anything...already have you, so I consider myself spoiled anyway.”

If any other person had ever said that to you, you would have considered it the cheesiest fake line ever...but you knew Ayno meant it with utter sincerity.

He reached under the tree and pulled out a brown cardboard gift box

“You first!”, he said excitedly. “If you do not like it, tell me and I will fix it.” He seemed a little nervous. What kind of presents did demons give exactly? You undid the bow and cautiously opened the lid. You parted the tissue paper and pulled out a long, wide scarf that had been knit in an intricate open pattern out of soft cloud-like yarn in the most luscious color you had ever seen. “Do you like it?” he asked as he took it from you and began to drape it around your neck.

“Ayno, this is beautiful! …it’s so soft! …and the color is amazing…where did you get this?”

Ayno smiled shyly, “I made it for you.”

You sat staring at him with your mouth hanging open. “You made it???”

“Mmm-hmm. There is a shop downtown called “Knitch”. It is populated mostly with women who are nearer to death than not. They practice the old arts by using sticks and hooks to make things from fibers. I liked watching them. They noticed my interest, so they showed me how to do it…apparently I am clever with my hands. Do…do you like it?”

“I love it. It’s beautiful. I’ve never had someone make me a gift… I had no idea you could do this. I don’t ever want to take it off.”

He smiled proudly. “Now I will know you are warm when I am not with you. It is made from the hair of an alpaca and an angora rabbit, so we will have to clean it carefully.” He paused as he fluffed and adjusted it around your neck. “I am so relieved it pleases you…I was afraid you would not like it.”

 You took a small box out from under the tree. “I feel a little guilty about yours now. It seems so impersonal.”, you said as you somewhat reluctantly handed him the box.

Ayno’s face glowed as he turned the box over in his hands and ran his fingers over the foil paper. “So shiny! You wrap so well. I must learn this from you.” You expected him to rip into it with the fervor of a five-year-old, but he surprised you by carefully removing the tape at the seams and unfolding the edges. He lifted the paper away to reveal the gleaming white box with the holographic rectangle and number. He looked at it curiously before sliding the lid off and staring wide eyed at the object inside. He looked at you, and back at the box, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “For me??”

“Yes.”

“It is real? I may use it?”

You laughed. “Of course it’s real. And I got it so you could use it.”

He gently lifted it out and turned it over in his hands. “It looks just like yours! It even has the little apple on it!”

“Yes- we have the same model iPhone. But you have your own phone number. I hated that we had no way to get in touch with each other during the day, and well…it seems like you’re going to be staying awhile…”

You looked up into his face, his dark eyes filled with affection. He pulled you back into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck beneath the scarf. You realized that for you, giving Ayno his own phone had been a practical decision…but for Ayno it was far more: he had keenly observed that couples seemed to be linked by their phones – sending texts, calling, shared calendars and lots of pictures. While you had verbally acknowledged the relationship- and your desire to continue it…to him this was a physical symbol of that: a sign that you had accepted- and desired him as something fixed in your life.

“So exciting! Now I will look like everyone else at the coffee shop!” he said grinning.

“We can set it up and order you a case tomorrow, well, later today,” you said as you watched him power it on. “…or right now…”

“Can I play Candy Crush on it??”

“Yes, but you’ll have to start back at level 1.”

He was undeterred. “That is ok. Then I will have three stars on all my levels.” he said giving you a pointed look.

“So many languages…” he said scrolling through the list to make his choice.

“Is yours there?” you asked curiously.

He laughed “I think not…although more of us have cell phones than you might imagine.”

He happily set about picking a background, chose dark mode, let it scan his face for ID, set up a passcode (your birthday), found the app store and began downloading Candy Crush and Snapchat. Then he opened his “contacts” icon, pushed the “+” sign and handed his phone to you. You typed in your name, cell and office numbers, e-mail, and the apartment address.

“No picture?” he said as you handed it back to him. “Well, it’s the picture that will take up your whole screen when I call… so I’ll send you one that wouldn’t embarrass you…or me…to have everyone see it.” you explained.

Suddenly his face lit up. He pulled you into his lap, and turned on the camera to portrait mode, flipped it to front facing, and held his arm high as he brought his head next to yours and snapped his phone’s first selfies. He smiled with joy as he gazed at the two of you: still flushed with afterglow, colored lights reflecting off his blonde hair, bright smiles and all wrapped in each other’s arms. He immediately set it as his lock screen. “You don’t think we’ve taken better pictures?” you asked looking at your happy but disheveled faces .

He shook his head, “Look at us”, he said admiring the pic again, “so beautiful- happiness…affection...look how we fit together…all that is good in your world is reflected in us here. Now I have this moment forever.”

You threw your arms around him and held him as tight as you could. His arms came around you, holding you fast against him, his fingers in your hair and his soft cheek rubbing against yours. You wished you could stop time so this feeling would never end.

“Merry Christmas, Ayno”, you whispered.

“Merry Christmas.”

#ayno #vav ayno #demon ayno #vav #noh yoonho #ayno smut #vav fanfic #kpop fanfiction #vav smut #ayno fluff #vav fluff #demon #holiday smut

[somethingnurseywoulddo]

Prompt 8 for Tater/Snowy

prompt 8: “As an apology” from This List to celebrate 500!!!! before starting i just wan to say thank you to everyone being so patient!

snowy is the best damn goalie tater has ever had the pleasure of playing with. he’s got sharp eyes, despite the grotesque amount of eyeliner on them, and even sharper reflexes. the man is a wiz behind the net and tater is glad that snowy is their goalie, and not an a posing teams.

when tater first joined the team, he didn’t exactly know what to make of snowy, other than that he’s 1) an amazing hockey player and 2) that he’s really fucking hot. from his ice blue eyes, which is another reason ‘snowy’ is the nickname given to him, to his light brown hair that can’t seem to stay still. of course he has noticeable abs and thighs as well. god bless hockey, right?

even though snowy’s exterior was rough, protected by the ice, tater knew there was a soft interior. and he was right. when they started to slowly become friends, the whole team said that snowy was attached to taters hip; snowy doesn’t do that with the other guys. do not only did tater find him extremely good looking, he also had a weakness for kind hearted people. and well, snowy was just that.

tater didn’t want to ruin team dynamics and shit, and additionally being in a gay relationship in the NHL isn’t easy, so tater kept this a secret. that he had feelings for his goalie.

but apparently, snowy felt the same about tater. so the both of them pined from a closer distance than they thought. on drunken nights, they would fall asleep together, content in the arms of the one they cared for most— there’s an easiness in forgetting the risks when that risk feels so much like home. as far as tater knew, he and snowy were just best friends. best friends who napped together, constantly touched, smiled shyly, and held hands apparently.

it was late in third period, and it was a rough game. snowy had been sharp in the net, the other team was just as sharp. the falconers were trailing 2-1. they could still take this. tater was trailing an offense player when he kept noticing how close he got to snowy. no one messes with his goalie. ever. it was too late though, the offense got too close to the net, and caught on snowys leg. even though there’s a good amount of pads, snowy went down. hard.

refs and teammates rushed over. snowy couldn’t stand on his foot. with the game already at a lost, a whopping 2 seconds left on the timer, the game was finished with snow in the net, resting against the post. he was instantly rushed off the ice.

“it’s sprained. not too bad but it will take a few weeks to heal.” snowy said when tater rushed through the facility doors.

“i should of been there for you. i couldn’t track him down. i’m— im sorry.” tater clenches his fist. this isn’t enough to say what he means. “i vowed to have back, and i did not uphold. i— anything i can do, i do for you, okay? i’m sorry, snowy.”

reaching his hand up to taters face, snowy placed gentle support upon his face. “you’ve got nothing to apologize for, tater. thank you, for being there for me.” he smiles softly.

tater can feel what snowy means. it means love. and that’s all he needs to hear.

#tater #snowy #tater/snowy #another ship im new to so im sorry its trashy ☠️ #omgcp #omgcp fics #writing #joie asks #omgcheckplease #check please #check please!

[darthspideys]

Christmas Party

Merry Christmas @sebastiansexyseabasstan !! Hope you have a wonderful holiday whatever it is your doing! I hope you enjoy this fic.

Type: CEO! Peter Parker x reader 

Words: 3500 (A lot- this thing kind of spiraled) 

I’m unbelievably proud of this fic, I worked on it for such a long time because I wanted to get it just right, and I think I did that. This is my favorite fic that I’ve written so far. 

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“Are you bringing anyone with you?”

Peter did not have time for that, though if he was perfectly honest with himself he didn’t have time for anyone. He could hear Andrea’s phone ringing through the door, as Tony trilled on in his ear he watched her answer the phone, nod and then get up to walk over to his office. He sighed, and forgot for a second that Tony was still on the line.

“Peter I think you know by now me and your aunt are not going to stop asking until you find someone. You work so hard all the time, and I think that your-”

“Tony I have to go.” He said, just as Andrea opened the door and leaned in to say something. He gave her the one minute sign, and turned his attention back to the phone call. “Andrea is about to tell me that someone is downstairs waiting for me to meet with them, so I have to go.”

“Parker-”

“Nice talking to you. I will see you at Christmas.” Tony tried to say something else but Peter hung up and let out a breath as he turned his attention back to his assistant. “Someone wants to talk to me?” He asked her and she nodded, before stepping into his office, her Stark Pad clutched between her fingers. “That was the front desk calling, Ms. (L/N) from célula is here for your meeting.”

“Almost forgot that she was coming.” He said, running a hand through his hair, “Do I have anything else imminently important after this?”

She looked down and swiped through his schedule, diligently. “No. Just small things, I can clear the rest of the day if you want to leave early, you’ve been clocking in a lot of hours this week.” She smiled at him, and Peter thought about how she had gone home last night at the end of the day, and probably had gotten her recommended seven hours of sleep. She probably had a boyfriend or a life outside of her job. Her family probably wasn’t hassling her to have a date. Peter shook his head, god he was tired.

“Yes, please.” Maybe he would be able to go home and get a good nights sleep. Or more likely, he would get a call or an email and dive back into his work until the early hours of the morning. He hoped he would be able to sleep, and the hope was enough to carry him through this last meeting. “Also send Ms. (L/N) up.”

“Yes, sir.” She walked out of the office, and back to her own desk.

Peter turned around him his chair so that he faced the window behind his desk. He looked out of it at the city in front of him and thought about how years before he has swung through those same streets and saved the city as Spider-Man. Now he was working a desk job, one he loved of course but it definitely wasn’t as excited as fighting crime and living on the edge. He was thinking about one of the battles, and the rush of adrenaline that came with when (Y/N) (L/N) walked into the office.

“Uh, Mr. Parker?” She asked, standing half a foot from the door.

Peter shook his head to break himself out of his stupor and turned his chair to look at her. “Oh, Ms. (L/N) sorry, I was thinking. Please, take a seat.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him and took a seat at one of the chairs across from his desk. “You can call me, (Y/N).” She said, “And I’m going to put my feet up on this other chair because this feels way too professional and also I have been on my feet for hours.”

“Alright.” He said, raising an eyebrow. He had never met her before but he’d heard that her personality was an acquired taste, which he saw right away. The thing was it didn’t off put him as much as others had said it would.

“I know you think it weird but frankly deeply professional meetings, where we stare at each other with blank faces and talk numbers gives me so much anxiety and we’re both CEO’s of fortune 500 companies so I feel like it doesn’t have to be that way, I mean no offense but I’m not exactly trying to impress you.” He didn’t say anything and panic crossed her face. “Okay maybe I came into this a little bit too confident, can we start over? I promise I am not a total jerk-” She took her feet off the chair and clasped her hands together on her lap.

“No.” He waved his arms in the air, and looked a little crazy. “I’m sorry I haven’t slept in days, I keep spacing but your feet back on the chair, your right, and this is refreshing honestly.” He smiled, and it was a real smile. The wheels in Peter’s brain were turning and he thought of the perfect plan for Christmas, that was if he could get the guts to say it. “So what can I do for you?”

“I need some of your equipment, I mean not your own obviously but some patented technology you guys have, for one of our big research projects.” She continued, “As you know we’re more biologically based than technology which means we sometimes need things to be able to do our research, so I think both of us will be able to benefit from this.”

“What research? I’m curious.”

“Okay, technically it's a top secret government-funded project but I will tell you because I’m kind of geeked out about it.” SHe leaned in though there was no one else in the room, “So you know that problem they had in San Francisco? Where the life foundation brought back alien symbiotes that then launched themselves into space? Then they said they got rid of all the samples but they didn’t so we have one, and we just get to poke at it, and see what it does, and we’re not allowed to have human test subjects but it's all pretty freaking cool.”

Peter laughed a little, her eyes were lit up and she was smiling wide just thinking about it. He thought about how that was how he would’ve reacted the same way at something like that, years before. “Sounds very interesting.” He said, “Uh just let me know what you need and I will have it sent over, we are happy to help.”

“Thanks.” She said, not moving from the chair. Instead, she looked him over and coked her head, “Is there something else?”

“What? No. Why?”

“You look pretty in thought over there, I was just wondering.”

“No, you know just always thinking about stuff, the wheels never stop turning in there.”

“Oh yeah, I know the feeling.” She stood up, “Well if that’s all then-” She walked towards the door, slowly because she knew that he did, in fact, have something to ask her, she didn’t know but it was a pretty strong feeling. She was at the door, about to pull it open, when he finally said it.

“Wait.” Peter stood up and walked over to her, “I have something really, really unprofessional to ask you so uh don’t take this the wrong way.”

She turned to him with an eyebrow raised, “Uh okay? I’m listening.”

“I don’t know if you have Christmas plans, or like if you even celebrate but you know Tony Stark, well duh I go to Christmas with him and his family every year and he’s been really nagging me to get a girlfriend and I know he’s going to make fun of me if I don’t have a date  so I was wondering-”

“You want me to go and pretend to be your girlfriend?”

“Uh yeah. Yes. God this is more awkward then I thought it would be-”

“Yes.” She said quickly as if she wanted to get it out before she lost the nerve.  “I will do it because I want to get into Tony Starks house more than anything.” She suddenly realized that the two of them were really close and steps back, “Which I know sounds stalkerish but I’m kind of a fangirl, which I will keep to a minimum during the actual event but like-yes thank you for gifting me with this opportunity. God that sounds weird again, I mean yes I will help you out. Here is my number, just text me the details. Okay, good. bye.” She handed him her business card with her number on the back and ran out of the door.

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A week later, (Y/N) was standing in the mirror, curling bits of her hand between her fingers. She straightened her sweater a little and messed with it before turning away from the mirror and looking at the door. She was ready very earlier, but she was definelty not going to screw-up her first impression with her childhood hero, that was not happening and you know the whole pretending to be Peter Parkers girlfriend thing. Finally, she heard a knock at the door.

“Good you have a sweater.”

“Well duh, you can’t go to a Christmas celebration without a sweater, its the only time a year I will wear one.”

“So you're really into the holiday huh?”

“Uh no. But Tony Stark has a kid, under the age of fifteen which is the age most kids start to not want to hyper celebrate Christmas  I’m guessing this is going to be big because shes 11 probably still believe in Santa Claus-”

“She does not, but she is pretending she does for her parents.” He smiles.

“Smart girl.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Personal experience, general knowledge, little bit from other sources. I am very good at complying information, also I have a photographic memory so that helps.”

“Oh cool, very cool.” (Y/N) realized she was leaning against the doorframe, staring at him, and she had been for a while. She didn’t stop right away, a long moment of silence passed and the two of them stood in the doorway looking at one another. “You're cool.” Peter said, not thinking. He shook himself back to life, and tried to correct himself, “I mean-uh-”

“Should we go?” (Y/N) said quickly, blood rushing to her cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah totally lets-uh go.” Gosh Parker, what is going on with you?

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“So should we hold hands?” (Y/N) asked on the car ride to the Avengers compound. “You know to make it seem actually believable that we’re dating.”

“Uh yeah, sure yeah totally good idea great idea actually you are so smart.” He slammed his hand into his forehead, “I cannot speak today, can I? I promise I’m usually more articulate than that.”

“I know. I mean I’ve heard you speak before, you sounded great. I swear I don’t mean to seem like a stalker all the time, its just literally I remember everything that I’ve ever seen and read so it just kinda sticks in there and I remember very personal detail that I’ve seen about someone.” She laughed at herself, “And I am also so awkward. Guess we have that in common.”

“Yeah, I guess we do.” He looked at her, and didn’t say anything, he just kept staring. He didn’t notice how close together they were but he leaned in closer her and she did the same. They just sat inches away from one another, staring in silence. Suddenly the car stopped, and they shook back to life. “Looks like we’re here. Then.” Peter ran a hand through his hair as the two of them got out of the car.

They walked up to the door, and Peter took her hand. Neither of them knew exactly how to hold hand without making it seem like they really wanted to hold hands for real, which both of them did but thought the other one did not. Therefore, the hand was very awkward, and it slipped off about three times before the door buzzed open. The two of them walked in, and Peter lead her into the elevator to head upstairs. (Y/N) looked around wildly, her eyes wide.

Peter smiled, “It’s pretty cool isn’t it?”

“I have been thinking about this for years. Being inside this compound making my own, creating a whole team of superheroes to fight evil and then having them live there.”

“Really?”

“I was like twelve okay? I mean there are enough superheroes, I mean mutants themselves, and Spiderman was never officially an Avenger-”

“Uh I think that-”

“He is pretty great though, I’ve always wanted to know how he did the swinging around. I mean I know the webs are made of non-biological material but the rest of his body to be able to do that, I just want to see the individual mutated cells.” She smiled and didn’t realize she grabbed Peter’s hand tighter.

“So you created a biological research company because of Spiderman?”

“No of course not, I did it because I’m a science nerd, and I like to research stuff and poke at symbiotes. Also, I wanted to be able to have enough money to thank my parent by making sure they were taken care of, not Spiderman.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“I guess.” She shrugged as the elevator doors clicked open. “Okay, let’s do this.” She said to herself, not meaning for Peter to hear her.

Hands still grasped together, the two of them stepped out of the elevator and into the living room.

“Your ten minutes late Parker-“ Tony stood up, and when he saw (Y/N) he stopped talking. “You brought a guest?”

“Tony this is (Y/N), she’s my uh-girlfriend.” Peter flushed, suddenly feeling about half his age.

“Yeah and he’s my boyfriend.” (Y/N) chimed in from the side, looking less embarrassed and more like she was going to combust from the excitement of the moment. “It’s really nice to meet you Mr. Stark, I’m a huge fan of your work.” She was smiling, wide, and it looked as if any second she would blast off into the air.

“Nice to meet you too.” He looked at both of them again, “Peter you never said you had a girlfriend, I asked-”

“Yeah I know but, we were keeping it under wraps and I wanted to ask her before I told anyone anything. I mean with me running Stark Industries and her company, the media would go crazy.” Peter tried to make it seem as believable as possible, and he thought it was working. “I hope you understand.”

“Yeah, yeah of course congrats.”

“Thanks.” The three of them stood there staring at one another, thinking about what they could possibly say to quench the awkwardness that abounded in the room. Then suddenly, footsteps shook the room and Morgan Stark ran over to Peter Parker and hugged him.  

“Hey kid.” He smiled down at her. “How are you?”

“Good. Who’s this?”

“This is (Y/N), she’s my girlfriend.”

“She is?” Came the reply from someone else. Pepper and May walked into the room, and looked at (Y/N) with surprise.

“Yeah.” Peter smiled awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair. “I have been dating someone for six months and never said a thing about it. Isn't that so unbelievably? Me, Peter Parker able to keep a secret? The world must be ending.” He paused, “I was just riffing on what I thought you would say? Was I right? Was I close?”

“Close enough.” May replied, “But uh, it’s very nice to meet you (Y/N).”

(Y/N) shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you too Ms. Parker, Peter talks about you a lot.”

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“So how did the two of you meet?”

Peter’s face flushed, and he wracked his brain trying to both figure out an answer that would not blow his cover and not look like he was trying to do that exact thing. While he was on the verge of popping a vein, (Y/N) finally spoke up.

“It was one of those weird kind of coincidental things actually. I mean we had seen each other before but I wash rushing through central park on the way to a huge meeting because I am constantly late for things, and I crashed right into him.”

She smiled, “Cue the awkward ‘you dropped your stuff’, ‘oh my god I’m sorry I spilled coffee all over you’ and then as I was trying to get my coffee off of him I was like, ‘oh wait he’s kind of cute’. Which I said out loud, so some more awkwardness happened, and then miraculously he asked me out, and here we are.”

Peter leaned over and whispered to her, “When did you come up with that?”

(Y/N) leaned back into the couch, “It was a long car up here, and I needed something to occupy myself with.” She sat for a second, most likely thinking and then her eyes widened and she sat back up, almost at attention. “What was it bad?”

“No no.” He put his hand on her shoulder and lowered her back into the couch. “Your good it was good. Don’t panic.”

“I wasn’t going to panic.” She stuck her tongue out a little at him, which made him laugh. She caught his eyes, and couldn't look away. He didn’t either.

Okay so maybe she wanted him, for real, just a little bit. Maybe she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, lay her head in his chest and just be, just a little. And maybe he wanted her too, maybe he wanted to talk to her for hours, and tickle her until she wouldn’t stop laughing.

“Uh I’m getting a work call, one sec.” Peter stood up abruptly and walked out of the room before anyone could say anything.

(Y/N)’s head was spinning, she took in a breath and stood up too. “I have to uh-do something-” She scurried out of the room before anyone could say anything about where she was going. She ran to the nearest bathroom and closed the door behind her. What she didn’t see was that the light in the bathroom was on, and someone was in and that someone was Peter Parker. She turned and saw him looking particularly distressed, then screamed in surprise. “Crap.”

He looked up and saw her standing there. “Crap.”

They both thought about what, if anything they could say for a long time before both blurting out at the same. “Look, I didn’t mean for this to happen but-” They stopped, and looked at one another.

“But what?” (Y/N) asked.

Peter, who suddenly felt very awkward, rubbed the back of is neck and let out a breath. “I kind of like you, in a romantic kind of way. That’s the but. I made things weird bringing you here in the first place, and now I just made them extra weird. I’m sorry.”

A smile pulled at the edge of her lips, “It was good weird. Because I like like you too.” She laughed a little at herself and then threw her hands in the air dramatically, letting them fall to her sides when she was done. “So what now?”

Then he kissed her. It surprised her for a second but once she realized she leaned in. Then the feeling spread like wildfire, the electricity spread through both of them. It got messy after that, both of them struggling to get off shirts in a messy tangle of limbs that just kept going until suddenly she pulled away.

“What?” He asked breathless, “Do you-Did I-?”

“No. I just have a question before we do this. Your spider-man right?”

“Yeah.” He said quickly, the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, though he was very confused. “How did you know?”

“Later.” She replied, going back in to kiss him, again, and again, and again managing to get his shirt all the way off.

That was before Tony opened the door to the bathroom. In hindsight, one of them should’ve locked it but it was unlocked and he opened it. “Guys!” Tony shouted, “There are kids here.”

(Y/N) dashed behind Peter to use him as a human shield, though she was more clothed than he was. “Mr. Stark, uh-I’m sorry this is not what we are supposed to be doing right now and uh.” Peter blushed, and let out a sigh, “Yeah it’s exactly what it looks like, but I’m a grown man so it’s not really bad but still its bad, yeah.”

Tony shook his head, trying to look angry but clearly stifling a laugh. “Just get your clothes on and come out here -jeez.” Tony started walked down the hall and to Peter’s surprise (Y/N) bolted out from behind him and followed Tony.

“Uh Mr. Stark, Tony? Can we talk about this? I don’t think that we should let this one little incident define the rest of our relationship, I mean it was only one time and I think that you should take the time to get to know before writing me off as-”  

Peter pulled his shirt back on and smiled to himself, he’d gotten a girlfriend in time for christmas after all.

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“When your two boys help you survive that terrible time of the month, also known as your period.”

~ Requested by anonie ~

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader x Jimin

Genre: Fluff, polyarmory!AU, slice of life!AU

Wordcount: 763

a/n: This is the og scenario of this blog, my first ever story I wrote. I just edited it to bring it to my current standards. You guys, rereading this made me so incredibly soft. Like, this was a celebration I did for reaching 500 followers and now look at us, we’ve come so far wow 🥺💜

Periods. The time of the month you hated the most.

You groan, twisting and turning on your couch in hopes of finding a more comfortable position. It was truly impossible, either your limbs ached, your stomach cramped up or your head began pounding. Rubbing your cramping stomach, you ask yourself when your boyfriends will finally come home. They were supposed to be grocery shopping for the weekend and promised you lots of ice cream and cookies.

You have your back turned to the living room when you suddenly feel a big hand shaking you gently. You turn with a groan, meeting Yoongi’s pretty eyes.

“Hey beautiful. We are back“, he says, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek.

“Yoongi my uterus is killing me", you whine dramatically.

“I know baby. But we’re back and we’ve brought the goods.”

As if on command, Jimin comes into the room, carrying a tray filled with your favourite snacks

“Deliveries my lady from the ancient lands of grocery”, he says in a fake posh accents, making you giggle.

They were with you for only a few minutes and you are already feeling better.

He sits down at your feet and puts the tray down on the coffee table. You sneak a glance at it. Your favourite ice cream in your favourite bowl, your favourite chocolate chip cookies on your favourite plate and a steaming mug of tea. You smile. This is everything you wanted and more.

“This is so cute. Thank you so much“, you say.

“We also got you new pads just in case, they’re in the bathroom", Jimin say.

“Seriously, you guys are the best”, you say, trying to sit up but failing.

Yoongi, who had noticed your struggle, jumps into action.

“Wait, let me get it for you, so you don’t have to move”, he says, getting up to get your bowl of ice cream. He hands it to you with a deep bow, making you giggle once again.

“You two are so cute right now”, you say with fondness lacing your voice.

You relax back against Yoongi’s chest, sighing contently when he drapes his arm around you  and kisses your hair. You don’t enjoy getting babyied, you really don’t, but sometimes it still feels nice to get treated like a princess.

“Do you want me to massage you?“ Jimin asks, tracing his finger up and down your leg.

“Wow Jiminie”, you sigh, “I’m not gonna say no to it.”

Jimin grins and rubs his hands together to warm them up.

“Sorry my hands are still a little cold from outside", he says and takes your right foot into his hands. He starts off by rubbing the sole of your foot, drawing small circles with his thumbs.

“It’s alright, you’re doing perfectly”, you say, taking a spoon full of ice cream into your mouth and enjoying the amazing pressure on your foot. Jimin must have magic in his fingertips, just a few touches here and there and your limbs are starting to feel less and less painfully swollen.

And while Jimin was busy massaging your feet, Yoongi made it his goal to heal those painful cramps with his healing hands. They are resting on your lower belly, giving you warmth and lessening that annoying pain.

“Do you like what I’m doing ___?“ Jimin asks, taking your left foot into his now warm hands.

You nod your head, smiling droopily.

“I feel like a princess, you guys“, you mumble with your mouth stuffed.

Yoongi chuckles, kissing your hair, “I’m glad you do.”

Jimin shows off his prettiest eye smile, his cheeks turning a cute pink.

“You’re our queen after all”, he says, reminiscing in the fond chuckle you let out.

Some time passes as Yoongi heals your cramps with his hands and Jimin massages your legs and feet. You have finished your bowl of ice cream and are now sipping on your tea when you finally speak again.

“We need to watch a movie later today and cuddle.“

“Yeah?” Yoongi asks, “what do you wanna watch?“

“A Silent Voice“, you say.

“But you always cry at this movie”, Jimin says in a fond chuckle.

“Okay listen”, you lift your finger, “I am on period today so don’t question my hormonal brain’s logic and second of all I have you two next to me to kiss my tears away.”

You hear a low chuckle from Yoongi, feeling the vibrations in his chest.

“Okay, okay. Fine, we’ll watch that sad movie of yours“, Jimin smiles pressing a soft kiss to your thigh.

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kenny's 500 follower sleepover!! [closed!]

yay!! we reached 500 of you lovely beans!! i'm so thankful for each and every one of you, and i want to do a lil sleepover to celebrate!! i kinda went with a lil fall vibe thing goin, and its gonna be cosy, and just super fun!!

this sleepover will last from september 21st to september 24th!

🍂 - blurbs!! send me a scenario with a character, and i'll write a short little, well, blurb!!

🎃 - cast your mutuals!!

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tagging my lovely moots under the cut! <3

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A Remote Tribe In Indonesia

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The Christmas is basically upon people and, as generally, there are plenty of highly desired sneaker releases on deck. Especially, the month of December is ready with Air Jordan and Yeezy releases as equally manufacturers turn to profit ahead of the new year. Beginning today, December 2, the next couple weeks will undoubtedly be highlighted by a brand new Ferrari Air Jordan XIV and the traditional Bred Air Jordan 11, in addition to a fresh undertake a vintage Yeezy outline and the annual Nike x Doernbecher collection. Without more adieu, get your scroll onto preview 10 of the most used sneakers releasing that month. Air Jordan 12 Dark Gray Launch Day: December 2 Retail Value: $190 The not-so-creatively-named Black Gray Air Jordan 12 comes equipped with a white tumbled leather top followed by dark gray overlays and corresponding describing on the sole, inner lining and heel tab. Different facts include a red Jumpman and Two 3 text on the tongue. In addition to men's dimensions, the sneakers may also be for sale in rank school shapes for the typical value of $140. Air Jordan XIV Black Ferrari Discharge Date: December 2 Retail Price: $200 The newest installation of Jordan Brand's Air Jordan XIV Ferrari line is highlighted by a split up design, offering a quilted cloth material on the internal 50% of the outline an a black leather horizontal portion. Additional facts include the initial perforations throughout the Ferrari-inspired outline and black carbon fiber outlining on the sneaker's unmistakable shark teeth, just as the two other Ferrari XIVs. Nike x Doernbecher Freestyle Selection Release Day: December 7 Retail Price: Nike's annual Doernbecher Freestyle Selection is formally planned to reach on December 7, presenting six unique edition shoes designed by small people at OHSU Doernbecher Children's Hospital. The 2019 selection consists of the Air Jordan XIV, Nike Air Power 1 Low, Nike React Aspect 55, Nike Air Maximum 98, Nike Focus Pegasus Turbo 2 and the Nike SB Zoom Janoski RM. Press here for a dysfunction on all the six special sneakers. Air Jordan 1 Large Zoom Courageous Release Day: December 7 Retail Value: $175 This particular variation Air Jordan 1 High comes designed with a color-shifting top that looks much various once the gentle visits the reflective iridescent upper. The main'Courageous'collection, that AJ1 High also features a full-length Move Air system for high grade padding, along by having an freezing orange, shade disappear outsole and a “Z” visual for extra zoom. Air Jordan 11 Bred Release Date: December 14 Retail Value: $220

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December 14 can level the first time that the renowned Bred 11s have released since they certainly were retro'd in 2012. A low-top variation also dropped in 2015. The favorite shoes were formerly introduced in 1995, and the 2019 variation looks to reflection that OG design. The sneakers is going to be for sale in styles for the entire fam, with men's styles examining in at $220 each. Adidas Yeezy 500 High Record Launch Day: December 16 Retail Value: $220 Adidas really has not yet technically declared the Yeezy 500 Large, but the newest on-foot images given by @YankeeKicks allows us a great idea of how a kicks will look as soon as you lace'em up. The Record 500 Highs are decked out in an eye-catching, black orange colorway featuring a mix of neoprene and suede with heavy, tonal string laces tying points together. Just like the unique Yeezy 500, the high-top version is seated by that large, full-length adiPRENE midsole. Over all, the Yeezy 500 Heights appear to be a more fashionable type of climbing boot. Adidas Yeezy Boost 700 Carbon Blue Release Time: December 18 Retail Price: $300 As is custom for the Yeezy Increase 700, the shoes can feature a combination of leather, mesh and suede through the top combined with the favorite Boost support beneath it all. This specific Carbon Blue colorway seems to function varying colors of gray and orange, alongside dashes of red on the midsole and a mild gum outsole underneath the silhouette. Adidas Yeezy Boost 350 V2 Yecheil Release Date: December 19 (reflective), December 20 (non-reflective) Retail Price: $220 Adidas has not yet established the Yeezy Increase 350 V2 launch dates, but sneaker source @YeezyMafia reports that the black-based Yecheil Yeezy Increase 350 V2 will soon be launching in reflective and non-reflective styles on December 19 and December 20, respectively. As always, the reflective shared could be more limited. As noticed in the latest photos, thanks to @Kickwhoshow, the Yechiel Yeezys come built with a dark foundation, reinforced by red knit detailing along side dashes of blue and a greenish yellow. For those wondering, Yechiel apparently stalks from the Hebrew name Yechiel, which means'Might Lord Live.' Air Jordan 4 WNTR Loyal Blue Launch Time: December 21 Retail Price: $200 Dubbed the Devoted Orange Air Jordan 4, the kicks come built with a revamped, waterproof top performed up in Faithful Blue, similar to Eminem's exceptional Air Jordan 4 collab. Also, the winterized 4s featuring black and gray outlining during with splashes of habanero red on the fleece tongue liner. Nike Kobe 5 Chaos Release Time: December 26 Retail Value: N/A The following Nike Kobe outline to get the vintage treatment would be the Kobe V, and the Joker-inspired Chaos colorway that Kobe debuted on Christmas Day in 2009 will undoubtedly be those types of releasing again. In celebration of the 10-year wedding of the Nike Kobe V Protro Chaos, the sneakers are technically scheduled to decline on December 26, although pricing and accessibility has not even been announced.

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