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judeswhore · 1 year

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can u write something about jude helping the reader after she’s gotten drunk

this has been in my drafts for like ever so i thought i’d post it it’s kinda short but anyway <3

"bathroom, c'mon." jude's hand was soft on your back, pushing gently to get your feet to move across the bedroom floor. you pouted up at him, tried to turn towards the bed and with a huff that sounded more like a laugh he wrapped his arm around your middle and tugged you back.

"i'm tired."

"i need to take your make up off."

"but-"

"no, in here." he nudged you through the bathroom door despite your complaints, pressing a kiss to the side of your head in an effort to appease you. he'd took your heels off at the front door and yet you still stumbled a little as though you were still in them, his grip around your waist the only thing keeping you upright. he laughed into your neck, nuzzled his nose against your skin before teasing. "you've had a lot more than a couple drinks, babe."

"i had like, three."

"yeah? and how many shots?"

"can't tell you."

"you don't remember?" with a hand on your waist, jude spun you around, grinned at the slightly startled look on your face before lifting you up onto the counter top. your legs swung a little, head tilting before you shook it.

"i lost count." jude snorted softly while searching for the make up removing products he'd need, one hand pressed against your thigh. his thumb brushed softly over your exposed skin, a comforting gesture that raised goosebumps along your leg. "jude, i wanna go to sleep." when he looked at you, you had your head still tilted to the side, half flopped on your shoulder and your eyes had fallen closed. he tapped your thigh.

"just give me a few minutes, yeah? you'll thank me in the morning."

jude had watched you remove your make up hundreds of times, he had each step memorised perfectly and he knew you well enough to know how annoyed you'd be if you slept in it. his fingers gripped your chin to get you to lift your head back up, his mouth pressing soft and quick over yours. he hadn't expected a whine to follow when he pulled back, your brows knitting together in a frown.

"more."

"hm?" turning away, he worked open the lid on your cleansing balm, digging around into the box for the little white applicator. your leg hitched up over his hip, fingers tugging at his shirt to pull him back in.

"want you to kiss me."

"bratty girls don't get kisses." he teased lightly. he was still scooping the balm up and he missed the glare that had taken over your features, your fingers flitting beneath his shirt to smooth along his hip.

"m'not bratty, you haven't kissed me all night."

"i just kissed you."

"not properly."

"no?" you shook your head as he turned back to you, knocking his fingers lightly under your chin so you'd tilt your head for him. you kept your eyes locked, nose scrunching when he swiped the balm over your cheeks and chin, a line down the centre of your forehead. "what's a proper kiss then?"

"like, longer than one second." you gave a little huff, legs locking around jude's to trap his body, ankles crossed to stop him from going anywhere. he arched his brows and tapped your nose with his thumb.

"well you're just gonna have to wait. close your eyes for me." he was gentle in rubbing the balm into your skin, working it in until your make up started to melt, messy streaks that made him smile. he was even more careful around your eyes, mumbled a soft sorry when you half flinched in surprise.

"i want mcdonald's."

"you didn't get any before i picked you up?" you shook your head against his hands. jude worked the cleanser across your jaw and down your neck before pulling back, leaning over to rinse his fingers under the tap. your own fingers had travelled to his stomach, nails dragging along the line of hair that ran down the centre and into his joggers. he was prepared for the inevitability of having to pry your hand from beneath those joggers. "gimme a sec and we'll order something."

"hash browns?"

"it's 3am."

"okay?"

"they don't start serving till like 6." he grabbed a cotton pad from the basket beside you and made a start on swiping away the melted make up and balm. he cleaned your eyes first, movements light to clear away the mascara and eyeshadow. "you wanna wait till morning? i'll pick some up for us." he grinned. "might help cure your hangover."

"i'm not gonna be hungover." you both knew that wasn't true so jude didn't even grace you with a response, simply kept working on cleaning you up. "i want four hash browns and a banana milkshake."

"no mcmuffin?"

"no, just hash browns." you suddenly gave a huff, shoulders slumping and jude's hand against your jaw was the only thing stopping you from falling into his chest. "m'tired, are you nearly done?"

"gimme a few more minutes." you whined in response and he couldn't fight his grin, head shaking as he made sure to clear all of your make up. he went in with a water based cleanser after the balm, more than aware that your hands had started to wander. "hands to yourself, baby, c'mon you know the rules."

"what rules?"

"no touching when you're drunk."

"already told you m'not drunk."

"i think you're a liar." you peaked one eye open, the other squeezed shut so jude could swipe the cotton pad over it and clear your streaked mascara. a lazy smile tugged your lips, one that he was certain was meant to be flirty but only looked adorable with your one eye open. you gently dragged your nails down his stomach.

"i think you're pretty." he huffed a laugh at that, leant in and kissed the very tip of your nose.

"not nearly as pretty as you." he gave one last go over your skin with a fresh cotton pad before grabbing the towel off the rack and dabbing it lightly over your face. he wiped softly under your eyes and when you blinked them open, the glassy sheen seemed to have doubled. "okay, c'mon, bed, you're all done."

“wait.” you gripped his biceps, peered up at him through lowered lashes and sent him another lopsided smile, your head cocked innocently to the side. you blinked heavily at him. “y’said you’d kiss me.” jude’s grin spread wide across his face, a breathy laugh blowing through his nose and he slid both hands along your jaw, tipped your mouth up to his.

“i did say that.” there was a giddy look on your face and he brushed his nose softly against yours, felt his chest ache with the amount of love he felt for you in such a small moment. he pecked your lips once, a barely there bit of pressure as he held your cheeks, stroked his thumb soothingly over your skin. when he went in again your mouth opened, lips slotting softly over his and he kissed you in slow, languid movements. it was gentle and unrushed, full of love and affection, a silent way of relaying your feelings.

a quiet noise caught in your throat and made him grin, his thumb against your chin to pull your lips from his. he half expected more complaints but you only smiled, scrunched your nose and giggled when he smattered wet kisses over every bit of skin he could reach. his arms locked around you waist and he tugged you from the counter, set your feet back on the ground with a final kiss against your forehead.

“dress off, get in bed, yeah? i’ll get water for you.”

“can you unzip me?” jude was nodding, ushering you into the bedroom while tugging at the zip of your dress. once it was undone he helped you out of it, aware that your eyes were starting to droop and you were leaning a little more heavily on him. there was one of his t shirts thrown at the end of the bed and before you could drop naked into the bed he was helping get it over your head.

“y’good? feel okay?”

“uh huh. come to bed with me.” you pulled at his arms as you fell back on to the mattress, tried with all your strength to pull him in with you. he pressed one hand against the mattress to keep himself upright and shook his head, used his free hand to straighten out the shirt.

“i will, just let me sort you out first.”

“i am sorted. look.” you wriggled under the sheets, laid flat on the pillow and sent him a bright smile. “want to snuggle, jude.”

“gimme five minutes.”

“but-“

“five minutes.”

“one.”

“baby.”

“two and a half.” jude snorted and flicked your forehead.

“close your eyes, idiot.” with a huff you did as he said, sunk back into the bed and let him step away. he picked your dress up off the floor and dropped it into the hamper, switched off the bathroom light before heading to the bedroom door. he’d just pulled it open when you spoke again.

“jude?”

“hm?”

“i love you.” he had to press his hand against his mouth to tamp down his smile, liquid heat in his tummy at the soft words. you’d curled up in the middle of the bed, head against his pillow and his own love for you seemed to burn him from the inside out. he made his way back over to you, smoothed his hand down the side of your face and pressed the lightest of kisses to your head.

“i love you too, silly girl.”

#jude bellingham #sinclaiirs baby blurbs #leigh’s baby blurbs #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham fluff

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blossomingmoonlight · 23 days

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Rival Coryo teaches you a lesson

Sorry haven't posted in a sec, school is screwing me over with the short time they give us to study for tests so I am fucked :)

Coryo x f!rival!reader

Summary: After years of competing with Coryo and you pissing him off, he decides to shut you up

Warnings: pure porn obviously, fighting in class, making out, coryo being pissed, handjob, oraljob (both m and f), vaginal and reader pushing coryo over the edge

Word count: 2155

Your hand shot up in the air the second the teacher asked the question, however your classmate, Coriolanus Snow, did not go down without a fight. The entire class had been you two fighting over answers and questions and the tension was running high. The teacher was very much getting annoyed. This was not a rare occurrence, for years you and Coriolanus were fighting to be the best and now over that stupid Plinth prize. Even though your family was pretty well off thanks to your father having invented a new way to build more modern and stronger peacekeeper bases and your mother working for the president himself, you wanted that fucking prize, because there way now way in hell Coriolanus Cocky Snow was getting it. You didn’t even know why he wanted it, the Snows were still rich too, right?

With 15 minutes left of class, social studies in particular, you were close to snapping at him. The last three questions went to him, you were boiling. Finally after giving another classmate that you hated, Arachne Crane, a turn, you were allowed to answer again. So with a smirk you told the teacher the obvious answer and glanced at Coriolanus to get his reaction. You didn’t know exactly why but you loved nothing more than hearing the teacher say, “Good job miss (Y/l/n).” and then having Coriolanus look at you completely pissed off. You didn’t know if you just enjoyed seeing him mad or if it slightly turned you on, knowing you made him feel something.

And of course he gave you that snide you loved, you smiled back at him. He was sitting about two seats away from you to your left. With your two unlucky classmates sitting in between the heated moment. You could tell he was about to snap, you just had to push him a bit more and your goal for today had been accomplished yet again. “Better luck next time Snow.” You grinned, quiet enough for your teacher not to hear as he continued the class. He looked at you pissed and suddenly stood up smacking his hands on the desk. “Don’t start (Y/l/n).” He sneered, but you just smiled. “And there he goes, you know I really thought you were more composed than that.” You smiled. You could hear your teacher sigh as he knew that shit was about to go down yet again.

“Miss (Y/l/n), mister Snow, please stop this childishness at once or I will remove you from this class.” He said, now crossing his arms at the front of the room. Your classmates eyes were on you two and no one else dared say a word. “Really? You’re one to talk.” Coriolanus snapped back, now turning to you. Your two classmates lowering their heads and looking at each other awkwardly. “It’s okay Coriolanus, sometimes you make mistakes, I just prefer not to.” You said still looking him in his eyes with your perfect smile showing, knowing this would only piss him off more.

For some reason no one could make his blood boil quite like you. There was something about you he hated, maybe it was how smart you were, or how…pretty, no it was how you were competition, a threat to him getting that precious prize that would save his family.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” Finally, he messed up. You had to hold in the huge grin that was growing on your face. “All right, that's enough, out! Both of you!” The teacher was over you two ruining the class yet again. Both? What the hell, it was only your intention to send Coriolanus out, not you as well. Shit. This would not look good.

You grabbed your bag as did Coriolanus and walked after him down the steps and out of the classroom. As soon as the door got shut behind you, Coriolanus stormed up on you. “Good fucking job (Y/ln)! Do you know how fucking annoying you are! You are destroying my chance of getting that prize!” He yelled. “Gonna cry about it?” You smiled, now that you got sent out together, you wanted to see how far you could push him when you two were alone. Seeing as normally you just got separated or Coriolanus or you got individually sent out. “Why? Why do you have to be such a bitch.” He seethed.

“Oh wow, I did not know you would go that far Snow. You are lucky we're alone here. But be careful, someone might pass by and hear you.” You continued, you relished in the fact that his slightly messed up curls, flaring nostrils and balled fists were all your doing. “You’re right.” He said, then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him to an empty classroom. Closing the door behind him after pushing you in, he walked up to you again, making you bump against the desk behind you while backing away from him.

“Tell me, right now, in my eyes, why you are doing this.” He said in a low tone. “What do you mean?” You asked almost unknowingly. “You know what I mean, why do you seek to piss me off everyday.” He looked you in your eyes, you couldn’t lie to yourself, his piercing blue eyes were quite intimidating up close. “Does there have to be a reason? You piss me off so I piss you off. And don’t lie, you love it.” You said that last part in almost a whisper, being so close to him you didn’t know whether to slap him or kiss him.

“Fuck you.” He hissed, grabbing your face with his big hand. “Maybe you should.” You mumbled, looking down as his eyes were suddenly too much. “What did you just say?” He pulled your face up to make you look at him again. “I said maybe you should.” He looked at you with eyes widened slightly but with your face in his hand he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips on yours roughly. You kissed him back almost immediately and moved your hands to rest on his back. The kiss got heated fast and soon he moved his hands to your ass and held you against him tightly.

Cleary he was liking this too as you felt his hard cock against your stomach. He bit your lower lip and you let out a soft moan. Then he picked you up and set you on the desk, his lips never leaving yours. A metallic taste filled your mouth and you realized he had bitten your lip so hard it started to bleed a little bit. You pulled slightly off him and licked the blood off your lower lip. He looked at you in a trance and now moved to your neck, sucking and biting on your skin, it hurted a bit, but that’s why you loved it. You moved your hand over his prominent bulge and massaged it until he let out a groan against your neck. “Get on your fucking knees.” He commanded, his voice sounded lower than usual. You looked at him with a smile. “Make me.”

He gripped your neck and waist and pulled you off the desk. Then grabbing the back off your neck instead, pushed you to your knees. “Now suck my dick you fucking slut.” You wanted to fight back, get him riled up again, but you wanted to taste him so badly you decided against it. Instead you moved your hands to the academy rouge skirt and undid it, making it fall to the ground. Next you moved to the zipper of his pants, unzipping it and pulling his pants down. You did this while keeping your gaze on him, he looked down at you hungrily. You moved to kiss over his underwear, making sure to go from the bottom of his eight inches to his tip. He hung his head back at this but quickly looked at you again.

“Stop teasing.” He groaned. You could almost taste the precum leaking through his boxers. You pulled down his boxers and released his aching length. Licking his tip, you kept eye contact with him. Finally taking him in your mouth, you sucked on his tip and swirled your tongue around it too. He watched you with lips parted, breathing heavily. You took him deeper and started to move your head. The action made him move his hands to your hair, messing it up by the way he was gripping you tightly. “Fuck just like that.” He groaned, after a while he started fucking your mouth, too impatient to wait. He wanted nothing more in that moment to see your eyes water and to see you gag around his dick as he shot his load down your throat.

And soon enough he couldn’t hold back anymore, you could tell he was close by the way he sped up his movements and the way his body tensed up. So you decided to massage his balls too, which sent him right over the edge. He came down your throat with a loud moan and made sure you drank every drop. “That’s it, make sure you swallow every drop you little slut.” Even though his words were quite demeaning, you loved it, you loved when he got mad and man handled you, you loved how he spat degrading words at you. You felt your own arousal soaking your underwear. You couldn’t wait any longer for him to touch you.

He pulled you back up and kissed you again. “Get back to that desk and bend over.” You did as you were told and bent over the desk you were sitting on moments ago. Coryo came up behind you and lifted your skirt, noticing the soaked panties you were wearing. “Shit, that turned you on baby, did you like sucking my dick that much, calling you a slut?” He almost laughed, so pathetic, so eager to please. He pulled your panties down and sank to his knees this time. Entering his middle finger in your wet hole, making sure to go as deep as possible and making sure to hit your g-spot. You moaned at the sensation and grabbed the desk tightly, you know he was about to fuck you up.

He started moving his finger, slapping your ass with his other hand from time to time as the slapping and smacking noises of his finger and hand filled the classroom. After a while he added a second finger and moved them more sideways so he could lick your clit at the same time. The sensations were so intense you screwed your eyes shut and kept moaning his name over and over, the pleas and the whimpering making his cock hard all over again. And in no time he had you cumming all over his tongue. By the way he felt your walls clench around his fingers when you came, he couldn’t wait to fill you up with his dick.

“Just wait until I fuck you dumb baby, I bet you won’t be bothering me all day because your brain won’t even be working anymore after I fill you up.” He smiled. He grabbed the base of his hard cock and moved the tip against your wet slit. He could easily slip in by how wet you were from your orgasm and he groaned at the feeling. “You’re all mine, this pussy is all fucking mine.” He started moving roughly, the desk squeaking and bumping against the floor, as you held on tight. “Fuck, Coryo, please give it to me hard, please!” You cried out, somehow even the slapping of your skin turned you on even more. As he fucked you hard against the desk he smacked your ass again, and again, and again, until it was completely red and hot from where he hit you, and even then you begged for more.

His hand instead moved to your throat, pulling you up from the desk as he continued pounding into you. “Please Coryo, I’m gonna cum, please make me cum.” You moaned and your hand moved to your clit, but he stopped you. “Don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.” He ordered in your ear. He moved his free hand to your clit and rubbed it fast. He now pounded into you hard and deep and his movements became sloppier. After a couple more thrusts you came hard around his dick, clenching your walls around him, making him cum too, completely filling you with his seed. Making sure he got it all into you, he gave you a couple more thrusts before he finally pulled out, leaving you sore and in bliss. When you both calmed down a bit, you pulled your clothes up and fixed your hair, Coryo doing the same. And let’s just say that you were now even more motivated to piss him off.

#Coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader smut #coriolanus snow x reader smut #tbosas

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localicecreambiter · 2 months

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there's nothing wrong with starting small

woah boy the quality of these are terrible and I really hope they can be read- i'd try and post all the individual panels but I'm not sure if they're going to fit in one post D:

also I apologize for the shadows </3 I could not for the life of me find an angle where they weren't there

enjoy some fluff @sapphicseasapphire (I have videos of close ups if you want me to send them to you :3)

below is all the text from the panels

1. *convinced legend has a death wish*

Ravio: Ok, I'm ready to go home-

Link: You haven't even touched the water yet!

2. R: Touch it? What do you take me for? I'm a merchant of high standard! Not just any water will-

3. *patented pout* *wind picks up*

R: D-Don't give me that look!

4. *deflate*

L: Then get in already!

5-8. *slump*

L: Come on.

9-11. L: If you don't like the ocean-

R: I don't appreciate when you throw me in the moat.

L: Well, now that you mention it...

R: Don't!

12. R: Where are we even going?

L: You'll see.

13. R in the background: Link. So help me- eugh- gimme a sec

14. L: We're here

18. L:Hey... Ravio..

19. L: Hey. You're crying.

20-23. R: Oh. Oh I'M- I'M the one crying.

Weird... Usually this is the other way around.

I think I just missed this.

Missed Link.

24. *Pluck*

L: Hey!

25-26. *toss*

L: Don't even think about apologizing.

You don't like the ocean? Thats fine. We'll start small. Sound good?

27. R: Yeah.

and now some panel close ups of my favorites

sorry for such a long post </3

#my art #loz #legend of zelda #ravio #the legend of zelda #albw ravio #cryptid legend #albw #chain as cryptids au #truly a test of my skills #cannot stick with an art style for the life of me #i like this one though its cute #tldr legend and ravio hike up into a hidden cove to go swimming

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wildflowercryptid · 4 months

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kieran seems to unfortunately be joining my collection of faves that get treated real fuckin weird by parts of their fandoms for being ppl who exhibit their struggles with mental illness in less than appealing ways.

#the other big faves that fall into this category are bernadetta von varley from fe3h and shane from sdv #they're both fairly popular but i also see ppl say the wildest shit regarding them #like i've seen ppl say they wanted to see shane suffer more which is ????#yeah he's an asshole but that's a wild response to have to someone being rude to you i'm sorry #one of the major reasons why i haven't been frequenting kieran's tags is bc i keep seeing takes that make me side eye the poster #like why are some ppl wording their posts like kieran's a horrid person i am begging ya'll to chill #kinda sucks to see characters you relate to bc of how they exhibit their mental illness be shat on bc of it idk #sorry i just needed to ramble about this for a sec #mj.txt

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Nail Salon

WARNINGS: none, flirty wives Nat and Reader, fluff, concerned nat and reader fr

WORDS: 1,458

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

SUMMARY: you and your wife Nat have a nail salon day with your toddler

A/N: chapter 1 of Darkest Nights will be posted a bit after this ;)

haven't checked up on you guys in some time <3 how are you, my loves?

Natasha woke up with your hair spread all across her face and her arms stuck around your body. “Detka..” you groan at her attempts of awakening you, “babe. I can't move my arms.” you huff as you sat up and release her arms. You flutter your eyes open, only to be blinded by sunlight. Which you hadn't expected, normally these days it would be cloudy this time. “It's beautiful out, isn't it?” you glare at your wife, “why did you have to be a morning person?” you whined as she pressed soft kisses against your neck. “Beautiful day, beautiful wife. Good morning moya lyubov..” your frown transformed into a smile, “Hi Natty.”

“Mommy! Mama!” you heard one of the kids call, Aliana had just recently started pronouncing words a bit properly, that of which you couldn't get used to quite yet. “Mommy's awake, sweetie! Just one sec, I'll be out there.” you threw off the covers and leaped out of bed. “What was that about morning people?” Natasha said with a cocky smirk. As of course, Aliana was too, a morning person. “This is why I'm Alex's favorite!” you shouted out as you left the bedroom.

“Mommy!” the little girl clung onto your legs, “how did you sleep, honey?” you grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up in your arms. “I sleep good. Alex snores.” you chuckle as you walk into the kitchen, “wanna know something sweetie?” the toddler nods curiously. “Mama snores too.” you said with a hushed tone. The girl giggles as you set her on the kitchen island. “What do you want for breakfast?” she hums as she thinks of a response, “hmm.. cereal! Pwease.” you mentally thanked her for not asking you to make anything too crazy this early. “Hi guys.” you heard a small voice pop up in the kitchen, Alex with his hair a complete mess, and his clothes wrinkled. “Someone slept well tonight, hey buddy.” you got on your knees to his level and hugged the boy. “Hi mommy!” he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. “Do you want cereal, Alex?” he nodded as he let go of your shoulders, allowing you to stand back up. “Is Uncle Thor coming over today?” he asks as he padded his way to the table.

“No, not today buddy. But, I can ask Uncle Clint to bring your cousin over.” he had a bright smile on his face, “yay! Thank you mommy! You're the best.” you handed him his bowl of cereal. “You're welcome cutie pie.” he frowned slightly, “I'm handsome, not cute!” you pinched his cheek before walking over to the kitchen island. “Mommy loot!” you scrunched up your brows in confusion, wondering what she was pointing at. “What is it sweeti—” you yelped as Natasha came up behind you with her hands resting on your waist. “Nat! Oh my God, stop scaring me it's 9 AM!” she laughed as she placed a searing kiss on your jawline, “I would say I'm sorry but.. you look cute when you're scared.” she whispered into your ear. You couldn't lie, that did slightly make your cheeks go red, but you still managed to lightly smack her on the bicep. “Natasha! The kids are in the room. Shut up.” she pecked your cheek before turning her attention to your daughter.

“Mama can you paint my nails today?” Natasha paused before answering, Ali never asked her to paint her nails before. Usually, she'd ask you. “uh.. alright, if that's what you want sweetie.” the toddlers face lit up as she grinned at the redhead. “Yay!” you looked at the little girl, “what do ya say? Mommy can dress you up all cute and mama will paint your nails?” you ask her. “Yes pwease!” you brushed away some of her stray baby hairs and fed Aliana a spoonful of cereal. “Eat up, then we can have a little salon day.”

After Ali finished breakfast you went to go search for her cutesy floral and multicolored dress. She's been begging you and Natasha to let her wear that for a few days by now, so you chose to let her wear it today. “Nat come here! Please.” the redhead walked into your bedroom, “yeah, babe where are you?” you peeked your head out of the closet. “Over here darling!” you call out to her, “what is it detka?” she asked— her question soon being forgotten as she laughed slightly at your attempts at grabbing the dress. “Stop laughing. Just get the damn dress for me.” she narrows her eyes at you, “someone's feisty today.” she said as she backed you up against the wall. “Nat..” you poke her side. “Give me the dress.” she pressed her lips against yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss, she lifted you up by your waist and moved to the shelves. “Take the dress baby.” she breathed out as she broke the kiss, “thanks..” you picked up the dress and got out of her hold.

“Ali! Whe– when did you get here sweetie?” she squealed as her eyes widened at the dress, “I just walk in room now.” you sighed in relief as you placed the dress on the bed. “Mommy ups!” you saw the little girl with her arms up and smiled as you picked her up into your arms. “Honey, I need to put you on the bed if you want to wear the dress.” she pouted slightly, “okay..” she hopped out of your arms and onto the bed.

You changed her out of her pajamas and into the dress, “yay! Thank you mommy!” she slid off the bed and did a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror. “Can mama paint my nails now?” Natasha walked out of the closet, “I don't know.. can she?” your wife said as she picked up Aliana on top of her shoulders. “Hi mama!” she giggled as she pecked at Natasha's cheek.

“Can we play nail salon toooo?” you nod, “yes, of course, sweetie.” Natasha looks down at you with her brows laced in confusion. “Uh.. krasivaya what's nail salon?” “Some game Ali made up, we pretend to be her little nail technician rather than her parents– it's silly I know, but she's your daughter so I blame you.” you open the nightstand drawer and take out a few bottles of nail polish. Natasha placed the toddler down on the bed and you handed her the nail polish. “What color do you want Ali?” she pointed at the pastel pink. “This one?” the little girl nodded. “uhm..” Natasha turned her gaze to you, “what do I do?” she mouthed.

“Just talk to her but— remember, you're pretending to not be her parent Tasha.” she nodded and opened up the bottle, “so.. what's your name sweetie?” she asked as she put light strokes of nail polish on Aliana's tiny nails. “Aliana.” Natasha smiles, “how old are you Aliana?” “I'm four!” the girl giggles as your wife paints her nails.

“I have a husband and kids!” you and Nat slightly frown at her statement, but she keeps doing her nails nonetheless. “oh really? Is your husband nice?” Natasha asked, “he's mean!” you couldn't tell if you would laugh or scold Aliana. “He doesn't help wif the kids, and–” the toddler continues, “he's wike, "ba- babe go make dinner!" she mocked in a masculine voice. “oh wow.. um–” the redhead looked over at you with a confused look and widened eyes. “I'm gonna spill tea on him.” you burst into laughter, someone had been hanging out with Uncle Peter too much lately.

“ooh thank you mama! My nails look so pwetty!” Aliana jumped onto Natasha's lap and threw her little arms around her shoulders. “You're welcome..?” Natasha said, still processing the words that came out of her toddlers mouth. “I'm gonna go show Alex now. Bye bye!” she crawled out of Natasha's arms and ran out of the room.

“What was that.” she asked you, “I think she should cut down getting babysat by Peter and his little kid friends.” you sighed as you sat down in bed beside her.

“Yeah..” she chuckled. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today, babe?” you smile and roll your eyes, “I don't know, have you?” she sneakily slid her hand up to your upper thigh. “Let me show you moya lyubov.” you smirked as she leaned in closer, her lips almost touching yours. “As much as I would love this.. Clint's supposed to be here with Nathaniel soon.” she groaned. “how soon? I'll make it quick detka.” you got up from the bed at the sound of the doorbell, “that soon.” you giggled as you left her to go open the front door.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 7 months

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Hello ! Eh could you May write a minho x reader (the maze runner ofc bc I'm currently obsessed and I love your writing) we're he and reader have a cute lil picknick date in the savehaven bc happy endings are deserved

Happy endings are most definitely deserved. Also, the line between cuteness and cheesiness was definitely blurred with this one. Hope you enjoy!

First date

Minho x gender neutral!reader

Set post-tdc

Scrolling through pinterest for these photos is incredibly fun but also the most offensive slap in the face as a single person TT

Also, Newt is alive!

Warnings: language

He's been planning for weeks.

You know this because no matter how subtle he tries to be, you've seen the way he's been throwing you weird looks and acting uncharacteristically skittish and suspicious ever since you got to the Safe Haven.

He'd asked you earlier that day (Mr. oh so casual and cool), caught your hand before going off to work. "Y/n, can I take you to dinner tonight?"

As prepared and expectant as you thought you were, you'd just stuttered out a surprised yes and stood there blushing as he grinned and walked away.

But now he's standing in your open door, and you know that this is the moment he's been planning for weeks.

You drink in the sight of him, framed by the sunset behind, and you can tell that the smile on his face is nervous, despite how well he's hiding it.

"Hey," you say, running a self conscious hand through your hair. The Safe Haven is a place for refuge, and doesn't have much in terms of fancy clothes, so you're dressed in a plain long-sleeved shirt and... you're reluctant to say you're wearing sweatpants to a date, but they're pretty much sweatpants.

Minho's dressed similarly, just a grey T-shirt (likely to make you panic over his arms) and a jacket slung over his shoulder, presumably in case it gets cold later.

Still, he gazes at you like you hung the moon, and says in the most genuine, sincere tone, "You look beautiful."

Fuck. "Thanks," you manage to say. "You do too."

Minho smirks. "I know."

"God-" you huff out a breath, rolling your eyes and pushing him out the door.

He nudges you with his shoulder, grinning at you, and you let out a laugh, relaxing instantly. You can read it in his eyes; it's just me. The one person in the world you're most comfortable with.

"Darling?" he says smoothly, offering you his arm with a cocky grin on his face.

Your heartrate picks up, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him. Two can play at that game. You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and lift onto your toes to whisper in his ear. "Let's go, baby."

You smirk at the flustered expression that crosses his face, before he recovers and starts to lead you forward. "Let's."

So, you and Minho... technically haven't had a first date yet.

You got together after escaping the Maze and WCKD, your first kiss being a searing, desperate, we-almost-got-killed-by-zombies crush of mouths. From then, you haven't had the chance to go on a proper date.

Basically, you have no idea what to expect as he leads you to Newt and Thomas' hut.

Minho shoots you quick smile as he knocks on the hut door, which immediately opens.

You're greeted by twin smirks, before Thomas disappears into the hut with Minho, who squeezes your hand and gives a quick "back in a sec".

"Any idea what he's got planned for you?" asks Newt, leaning on the door frame.

"Not a clue," you reply. "You got anything to share?"

"Can't spoil it, sorry," says Newt, shrugging.

He glances over his shoulder. "Look, I've got about five seconds now where I could give you the shovel talk, but I really don't think you, or Minho, need that, so I'm just gonna give you this: You guys are perfect together. Have fun, yeah?"

You huff out a laugh, ducking your head. "We will. Thanks, Newt."

He nods at you as the other boys come back, and your eyes drop to the picnic basket clutched in Minho's hand. "What-"

Minho chuckles at your widened eyes. "Come on, we're going to the beach."

⭒----⭒

"Minho, this is amazing," you say incredulously, staring at the picnic spread out in front of you. There's a blanket thrown over the sand, with food boxes and drinks resting on it. Plus, a lantern sits in the centre, casting a warm glow over your faces.

"You like it?" asks Minho, a smile tugging at his lips.

You nestle closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's perfect. I love it."

Time floats by as the two of you talk and eat, watching the sunset and trying to stop the napkins flying away in the breeze (you have to slap a hand over them, and Minho nearly knocks over a drink catching the one that escapes your grasp, and neither of you can stop giggling; yes, giggling).

"Here, just pack it all in the basket."

"Yeah- shit, where'd it go?"

"I've got it," says Minho, tossing the cups in.

You place the picnic basket behind you, on one of the corners of the blanket.

"Hang on," you mutter. You grab a couple more rocks to weigh down the blanket so the corners stop flicking up. "Fuck- shit," you shake your head as the sand flies into your face, and you groan to yourself as you brush it off.

You drop the last rock into place, dusting off your palms and nodding at your handiwork, before turning and- oh.

Minho's sitting back, hands braced under his shoulders, with the softest, fondest, most tender expression on his face. Just... watching you.

You smile self-consciously, and he shakes his head, face breaking into a smile. He sits forward, raising his hands and opening his arms in a 'come here' gesture, and you oblige immediately, melting into him.

"I love you," he whispers, lips pressing against your head.

You lift your eyes to meet his, nudging your noses together. "I love you too," you reply softly, before capturing his lips in a kiss.

You push him down gently, rolling over on top so you can slot your mouth over his, one hand cupped around his face as he loops his arms around you to pull you closer.

He tastes like sea air, and the sweet cordial you were drinking earlier, and home.

"Wait, wait."

You let out a small noise as Minho breaks the kiss, pulling away.

"I had one more surprise planned for tonight," he tells you, reaching into a hidden box.

You watch curiously as he hooks up a speaker and turns on a small screen.

Minho grins at you as his finger hovers over a 'play' button on the screen.

"You didn't," you breathe.

"I did," he responds.

"Minho, how'd you even find-"

You stop speaking as light instrumental music fills your ears, and you close your eyes as the present blurs into the past.

"We look stupid."

"I really don't care."

Bare feet whisper through the grass as you join hands with Minho.

You step through the sand, taking Minho's hand.

"I mean, I did promise you."

"I'll get you music next time, trust me."

"It's okay, just dance with me now."

Two figures spin in the darkness, moving with no rhythm, no song playing to guide.

Minho's face glows in the lamplight, and he twirls you as the music swells.

He catches you in his arms as you spin back to him, and you tip your head up so you're nose to nose.

Then you're kissing, arms wrapping around each other as the water sweeps up around your ankles.

"This is perfect," you murmur. "You're perfect."

Minho laughs softly. "Nah, that's you, sweetheart."

IM BACK TY FOR WAITING

#the maze runner #tmr minho #minho x reader #minho x you #tmr minho x reader #my writing

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genderlessandhorny · 2 months

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Pspspspspspsps, come get your food

(sorry I haven't posted in a sec)

Is this something? Has this been done?

-Click for better quality-

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #cursed cat alastor #DISCLAIMER: PLEASE DO NOT THE CURSED CAT ALASTOR #please #I rly hope this is original or something #idk #shitpost

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thesherrinfordfacility · 10 months

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please note that this is a pre-s2 masterpost; new one can be found here.

contrary to popular belief i am actually capable of writing up genuine theories about s2, but they are still wonderfully feral and unhinged in both tone and nature, so voila welcome to ✨rhi's crackpot speculation/meta masterpost✨ featuring some very special guests that are way more insightful and clever than me

note: contains spoilers

d-day edit: lmao let's sort this shitpit out🍲

old post-s2/s3-relevant metas etc but they didn't make it to the final cut of the new masterpost:

BIT NERVOUS about this being linked but fuck it, i didn't like the first two eps INITIALLY but in my defence i learnt the error of my ways and consider it to have been prime's fault

thoughts on s3 in the immediate aftermath

i heard you calling from across the ether for some whump material so i wrote some

also i meta-girlbossed a bit too close to the sun with recontextualising the lion/adam/eve parallels in s1e1 now that we know what we know about aziraphale and crowley pre-fall

someone shared their opinion about the playlists with me then i blacked out and when i came to there was meta

i got big feelings™ about the argument clip in that aziraphale is honestly just a nice man doing his fucking best (not a prediction but just a wee rant)

s2 live commentaries bc im sorry reading these back is GOLD:

episode 1/2 (lumped together bc i went to a screening) (also neil liked this and i feel exposed the poor guy had to read this??? over all the other somewhat intelligent stuff on my blog??? this is what he went for???? man's WILD ✨)

episode 3

episode 4

episode 5

episode 6 (lmao)

and then basically anything else, mostly all pre-s2 so have a read and laugh at me, it's ok honest

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this one made me tear up a bit because i live on a diet of bagels and aziraphale/crowley biblical whump material LMAO AM I APOLLO????

(as amended) the one where my entire theory on aziraphale and crowley's angst for s2 is predicted based on the length of his ridiculous (see: delicious) sideburns

an earlier musing on the plot of like the first three episodes (fuck it let's be real i'm just blueprinting a fanfic in this post)

by all accounts crowley is not, in fact, james bond

the second coming gets fucked up bc gabriel is a pussy ass bitch

✨✨SDCC/NYC✨✨ people pls read this and talk to me about it bc I'm losing it everyone else just shh and read silently for a minute ill get to you in a sec okay id still love to know what happened at the sdcc screening but i went to my own one in the uk and what i saw has done nothing to dissuade me from this theory im sorry

lol haven't updated this post in a hot minute but this is the SMOOCHY prediction

i told y'all crowley was getting hit by the cozzy livs and now my boy has to work in a pub, liz truss i hope ur happy

if i must suffer then you must suffer also thems the rules

✨✨live feed of my breakdown over the episode titles✨✨

a wee romantic shitpost about ep5 but im adding it in here for posterity bc if this does happen im going to simply decease

this was birthed from the above but with ep2(?) spoiler context

IS GOOB JESUS?????

i have a sinking feeling that crowley may be a double agent and honestly that's not very james bond of him

segue from the above, someone really cleverly came up with the thought after the wanted posters that crowley is involved in hell descending on the bookshop to get gabriel and was rewarded with duke of hell (hence the art of him on a throne) and i latched on like a fucking barnacle

I cry

(also as amended lmao) my rhetoric on how unequipped aziraphale is to handle intense gay panic god bless this mess this lil funky dude

i have now done so many speculation posts about the 40s that it feels like groundhog day but if prime insist on feeding me 40s content then that's their own damn fault (but this one is the most recent and where I'm currently at so read this one first)

(older) a tinfoil hat inspection of anything related to ww2!husbands, magician aziraphale, and the Dinner of '41

(older again) extended-Dinner of '41 analysis in the context of s1e3

once upon a time aziraphale and crowley fucked up the ineffable plan by not getting together in 1941 and god wasn't happy about it and everything went tits up, the end

a simple humble commentary on how the trailer was put together and a warning to not trust a single thing prime tells us

okay it's not s2 related but i had a bit of wine and a small heartbreak over their first meeting in the beginning and now any other method of therapy is redundant

and last but certainly not least (not for the moment anyway, there's a few more feet to descend before we truly scrape the bottom of the unholy barrel that is my psyche) we encounter the deranged, manic, unbalanced and frankly disturbed commentary i birthed in response to The Spoiler

enjoy, my boos ✨

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens speculation #good omens spoilers #no real need to interact im just doing this to pin it so i have my own handy reference guide for future analyses #and it saves me having to wade through the shitposting smorgasbord that is this blog

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band--psycho · 1 year

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Negan x Reader-Making A Dream A Reality

Sorry I haven't posted a Valentines Day Drabble for a few days!

For the amazing @backstagewiththemadness with the prompt Valentines Day on a budget!

I absolutely adored writing this Negan stroy!

I hope you all enjoy this 💛

Check out the stories so far

“Negan, can I take this blindfold off yet?” Y/n asked, as she attempted to slightly lift the blindfold that was covering her eyes.

Though this attempt quickly failed when she felt Negans hand on hers, lowering it back down to her lap.

“If you try that again, I might just have to tie your hands together, baby girl.”

The chuckle that followed those words may have convinced someone who didn’t know Negan that his comment was nothing more than a joke.

But she knew him.

And those words were no joke.

He was serious.

“Promises, promises,” she teased, resting her head against the headrest of the car.

She didn’t know how long they’d been driving for, but it felt like hours.

And still, even after asking constant variations of the phrase ‘where are we going’; she still had absolutely no idea where Negan was taking her.

The only thing she did know was that it was for Valentines Day. Or more so, the day Y/n has decided was Valentines Day, seeing as there was no real way of telling what day was what.

She’d told Negan he could give her anything he wanted, if it couldn’t be sec.

She wanted to make it a challenge for him.

Though she did think that he would just go scavenging and get her some more books for her ever growing collection at the Sanctuary, but given how far she assumed they’d currently traveled, she realised this was not the case.

So she was left wondering that his plan was.

Just as Y/n was about to ask for the umpteenth time what he was planning and where they were going, the car stopped.

“We’re here,”

Even though Y/n was blindfolded, she could practically hear the smile on his face, before he got out of the car, shutting his door before moving to open her door and helping her out.

“Does this mean I can take this off now?”

“Nope,” he answered, intertwining his fingers with hers, gently guiding her to wherever they were going.

After a short walk, Negan's footsteps stopped.

He let go of Y/n's hand, moving behind her to undo the blindfold.

“Now you can look,” he whispered against her ear, placing his hands on her waist.

It took Y/n's eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, but when they did, she thought she was in a dream.

“Is that-is that a house?” She asked in disbelief.

“Not just any house, the house of your dreams,”

One night, before they were together and they were both drunk, she’d described her dream home, seeing as she still lived with her family when the apocalypse bagan.

And here it was, right in front of her.

“You remembered?” She asked, turning around to face him.

“Of course I did,” he answered, a somewhat bashful look spreading across his face as he pulled her flush against his chest, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”

Tagging:

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#negan x reader #negan imagines #negan imagine #twd negan #twd imagines #twd imagine #negan twd #negan smith #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead x reader

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