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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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A Natural

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen begins teaching the mystic arts to your daughter, and you both ruminate on your current pregnancy.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - pregnant sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, sweet fluffy sex

"Patience my little sorceress. I know you can do it. It just takes time and practice. Slow down and breathe. Okay? You are already doing much better than when I tried to teach mommy."

You stuck your tongue out at your husband across the room, making your daughter lose her concentration. She erupted in giggles when Stephen copied your silly action.

You strode towards the pair of them and took a seat on the couch behind where they were practicing. So you and your belly were out of the potential line of magical fire. While daddy and daughter worked on their magic you rubbed your growing pregnant belly and wondered if this child would take more after you or Stephen.

You knew Stephen wanted them to take after you. That way each of you had a mini me. You kinda wanted another Stephen to be honest. It would be chaotic, but god it would be hysterical. As much as you two had talked about wanting one of each, a boy and a girl, you had your suspicion that Stephen was secretly rooting for another girl.

He loved having a little girl to dote on. To play princess and tea party with. To watch Disney movies over and over with. To dance with her as if he was the Disney prince. To look at him like he hung the moon. He was a big softie really, despite all outward dark scary appearances, and once you had Donna he became a complete teddy bear.

It didn't take long for you and Stephen to conceive the second time around. Within six months, probably closer to three. The universe seemingly listened loud and clear to the intention once you put it out there. The universe seemed to be doing nothing but encouraging your little family to flourish. Soon you would be far enough along that Stephen would start to be able to sense whether you were adding a boy or another little girl to that family.

You didn't think Stephen could get any happier than the day you gave birth to Donna, until the day you found out you were officially pregnant a second time. He was practically bursting at the seams when you told him you were pregnant again. He literally picked you up and spun you around. Borderline jumping for joy.

You thought back to the days after you first fell into his world. To when getting him to even say full sentences to you was a stretch. He was a completely different man now. He was still your Stephen though. The man who was so determined to protect you at all costs. Even before he knew you he made it clear he would keep you safe, and he had never once faltered in that promise.

"Well maybe I would have stuck with it if you didn't start kissing me every time I couldn't do it and got upset. That kinda reinforced my wanting to get it wrong."

Stephen came over to where you were sitting and leaned down resting his hands on the bump you were now sporting. Pressing a kiss on the bump before leaning up to press several small kisses and one deeper one on your lips. Your daughter was starting to grow tired of your constant affections for each other. If it was even possible Stephen had gotten more lovey with you since you got pregnant again.

"Well if I didn't kiss you so much we might not have our little sorceress over here and that little one too. So all in all, I think it was still a win."

"Ew, can you guys please stop kissing?! I'm trying to practice magic with daddy."

In addition to starting the basics of regular schooling. Things like starting to read and write. Stephen had also decided that your barely past toddler age daughter was also going to start learning the basics of the mystic arts. Something that despite your apparent latent magical abilities, abilities that managed to rebirth bits and pieces of your universe, you had crashed and burned at. You never got beyond a few small sparks.

Stephen turned back to Donna but left both hands on your belly. You knew he was gonna try to bargain his way into a few more kisses. You could tell it was one of those days he would be all over you. After putting Donna to bed you were sure that he would want some frisky time. The fact that you were starting to show drove him absolutely bananas. Seeing your belly full with his baby was an aphrodisiac like nothing else for him. He practically drooled when he saw you naked. You kinda loved it. It made you like your changing body instead of worrying about it.

"I want two more good kisses from mama and I'll give you an extra 5 minutes of magic practice. Okay?"

"Just two?" You questioned, already not believing him.

"For now."

He quirked his eyebrows at you with a devilish look in his eyes before he moved in to place his last two kisses on your lips. The first one was just a little deeper and longer than it needed to be. The second one ending with a little lick along your bottom lip, clearly indicating that he had plans for you later. You gave him a little wink that you knew your daughter wouldn't catch, letting him know you were game for whatever he intended for the two of you later.

"Alright teacher, don't keep your star student waiting. The flunkie will just sit here and watch. Maybe this one will learn through osmosis."

You patted your belly and that made his eyes light up a little extra. He hadn't thought about making sure your unborn baby was exposed to his magic lessons too! It made sense. It was common for people to expose their unborn children to classical music in utero. Why not magic? He was gonna have to make sure you were around for more of these magic lessons. Just in case.

He turned his attention back to Donna and moved behind her, helping to position her hands. He had crafted a small sling ring for her that was frankly the cutest thing you had ever seen. They were both taking this very seriously, even if she probably wouldn't be capable of much magic for a couple more years.

"You've been hearing and seeing these spells since you were months old. I know you know them. Deep breath, and focus."

He took a deep breath with her and then let go of her shoulders to let her do the hand motions on her own. You watched in surprise when after a few more attempts you saw the first few orange gold sparks appear from her small fingers. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth in shock. Stephen had trouble containing his giddiness. He was trying so hard to stay in teacher mode and not go full proud parent.

It didn't stop Donna from jumping up and down, bouncing in a circle excitedly. It appeared that her father was right. She was going to be a natural sorceress.

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Your husband entered the room and quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind. Rubbing your baby bump with both hands and burrowing his face into your neck. Purring as he held you close. This time, knowing you were pregnant from the very start, he was making sure to note all the small little things that changed about you as well as the big things. For example, your scent had changed. It was something he noticed a few weeks after you took the test that came back positive. You started to smell sweeter and warmer. A little bit more musky. Normally your scent had a bit of crispness to it, almost a citrus bite. Now it was like that citrus had ripened to it's peak.

He was also paying very close attention to every tiny bit your body grew. He had been the one to notice the first time your bump had become visible, even before you caught it. He didn't let you sleep at all that night. He just couldn't keep his hands off of you for longer than 10 mins at a time. You really didn't think you would have been so happy to see your body change so drastically if you didn't have a partner who embraced it so much.

He had started leaving small kisses along your skin and it wasn't long before they turned from sweet pecks to heated love nips. His favorite time of the day was when he got to steal a few moments alone with you and he always tried to make the most of them. He had just put Donna to bed and now all his attention could be lavished onto you. He loved being a father, but you were the thing that his world revolved around. The true center of his universe.

You couldn't help but crane your neck and let your head tilt to the side a little to give your husband better access to the smooth warm skin he was seeking. He quickly took advantage of it and let his teeth nip at a spot just below your jaw prompting you to inhale sharply through your nose. He licked at the spot tenderly to soothe it before taking it in his teeth again. Just to make sure. Even if he couldn't leave marks all over your neck like he used to, unless he wanted your daughter asking all sorts of questions, he still liked to leave one little one here or there.

Even if you were currently bearing the most obvious and beautiful mark he could ever leave on you. Your growing pregnant belly. Slowly becoming more visible day by day. Until you could hold your new little baby in your arms and he could drown you both, and Donna, in even more love than he thought his heart could give. His little family. After that he wanted to mark you that way all over again. Keep adding to your family until the Sanctum ran out of rooms.

"Do you know how much I love you my darling wife? How much I adore and worship you? How I would move heaven and Earth and the entire multiverse for you?"

"You don't have to lay it on quite so thick Stephen. I thought from earlier you already knew you were gonna get lucky tonight."

"Doesn't matter. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you. Every little thing about you. How grateful I am that you came into my life. Even how utterly terrible you are at the mystic arts. Everything. Because you are the reason for our magical little girl, and this little magic being. The fact that I get to make love to you is just the icing on the cake. Even if you never let me fuck you again I would still worship at your feet."

"Well I think we both know I'm never going to stop letting you fuck me Stephen Strange, and hey not everybody can be a natural wizard like you. You are just lucky our daughter takes after her incredibly gifted and amazing father.”

His eyes narrowed at you through the mirror when you called him a wizard. You knew the title drove him up the wall when you did that, which made it one of the funnest things to do. It was one of the ways you liked to poke and tease him about the most. You were trying to hold back a grin when he put on his best scary and sinister face. A look that had no doubt sent chills through many, but for you it just made the butterflies he gave you start to flit through your stomach faster.

“You are lucky you are the wife and mother of two, soon to be three, powerful sorcerers, love. Otherwise calling me a wizard would have dire consequences.”

Without any warning he scooped you up and carried you over to the bed. Letting you fall and bounce somewhat unceremoniously upon landing on the soft mattress, amid the fluffy blankets and covers. He grabbed your ankle and yanked you over to the side of the bed. You were too busy trying to cover your mouth to keep your yelps and laughter down to a volume Donna wouldn't hear to do much but wiggle in fake protest. Playfully swatting at his chest as he threw himself on top of you, making sure to be mindful of your belly, and descended on you smothering you in kisses.

After a few sloppy excited kisses on both of your cheeks your lips finally met. The kiss was sweet and playful but still full of passion and desire. The feel of one of Stephen's hands coming to brush against your cheek making you press farther into his touch. His lips curled into a smile against yours as he continued his kisses. He loved feeling how you responded to his touch. You had never shied away from him.

After a few more moments you were growing impatient with the slow lazy tempo Stephen had set. Your pregnancy hormones made your libido stronger, and the two of you had enough trouble getting enough of each other even before. To try and communicate your need for more you nipped at his bottom lip and arched your back to press your breasts tighter against his chest. You craved the feeling of his body on yours. Your breath getting quicker.

He chuckled teasingly as you whined when he pulled away. He loved knowing that you were just as needy for him as he always was for you. Especially since now that you were showing he knew he had been near insatiable. He always worried about whether you were just trying to appease him. He knew you loved him, but his mind always liked to try and play tricks on him. Perhaps it was a lingering effect of the Darkhold, but he always worried in the back of his mind that he would never be worthy of the life you had given him. Feeling your body respond to him, your love and want for him, soothed those fears.

"Seems like someone is feeling a little needy. What got you riled up? Hmm?"

"You know I love watching you do magic. Watching your hands and fingers, seeing you so confident. Then you come in here and get all lovey. You can't be surprised at what you do to me Stephen."

"Well, an incredibly sexy, beautiful, amazing woman did tell me I was a natural with magic. Of course she did also call me a wizard, knowing full well the correct term is sorcerer. Good thing I'm crazy about her."

You gazed into Stephen's sparkling blue eyes as he smiled down at you. His body had settled on the bed beside you, staying pressed tight to you. The hand that wasn't at your face running up and down your side. Each pass letting the night shirt you were wearing creep higher up the side of your hip. His fingertips now making contact with the soft warm skin he loved so much.

"Good thing indeed, because she is crazy about you."

His lips lowered to yours again in a loving caress. Stopping in between kisses to nuzzle his face against yours. His heart fluttering every time his facial hair tickled you and made you giggle. He let himself melt into your kiss and let his body mold to yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip when both your arms looped around his neck. Soft little moans starting to sneak past both of your lips as you drank each other in. Each noise spurring the other on, wanting to pull more from the other.

Eventually your hands skimmed along the neck of his tunic and robes, starting to pull them loose from his body. Another whine of protest coming from you when he pulled away from your mouth to rid himself of his boots and the top half of his robes. Your pout disappeared as the smooth pale expanse of his chest came into clear view. The sinew of lean muscle on his back was visible as he turned to throw his clothes to the side. You couldn't take your eyes off of his as you watched him undress. Unable to find the desire to strip yourself when you could just watch him. He was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

You felt your cheeks flush as he turned and looked at you while moving to start removing his pants. His gaze darkening when he saw you sheepishly try to hide the hormone driven blush on your cheeks. He knew what he was doing to you and he was loving every second of it. After getting the button and zipper of his pants undone he crawled back on top of you, spreading your legs so he could settle his weight between them and kissed you with a renewed hunger. Nipping at your lips when he felt your arms loop around his waist and over his low back. Your palms pressing into him as you let your hands slide under the fabric of his pants and grab at his ass.

The feel of his skin through the fabric of his boxers quickly stopped being enough for you. So just as quickly as you had grabbed a hold of his ass you let go, only to swiftly slide them past the elastic of his underwear to once again dig your nails into his strong backside. Both layers of fabric starting to slide down more the tighter you cling to him. The elastic band now pressing against the base of his quickly hardening cock making him thrust forward against you. A groan coming from both of you at the friction he created.

You needed to feel all of him. At times his touch felt like a drug. One hit to your system only made you crave more. So you didn't have to let go of him with your hands, you started trying to push his pants and boxers down with your feet. After a little bit of struggling you succeeded in shoving both layers down to his knees. The feel of his cock being freed making him gasp against your neck in between kisses.

Stephen pulled away and rolled beside you on the bed to finish getting his pants off, leaving him completely naked. You gazed at his nude form and practically purred at how sexy he was. How sexy your naked husband, the father of your babies was. You started rubbing at your belly as you got up on your knees, thinking about the fact that he put that baby there. The way he looked at you made you feel so sexy and wanted. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled your night shirt over your head and threw it to the side. Your breasts and belly now on full display, leaving you in just your panties.

As you took your top off Stephen couldn't help but start to stroke himself a few times. He wanted you, he needed you. He beckoned you to come crawl on his lap before you could do anything else. Tonight he wanted to watch as you rode him.

As you crawled over and got on top of him, Stephen made a small wave of his hand and your panties magically disappeared.

"That's cheating you know."

A shit eating grin appeared on his face. He started running his hands up your legs, from your knees to your hips. Then letting them cradle your belly before moving up to cup your breasts, letting his thumbs strum over your nipples.

"Oh but I thought you liked watching me use magic. Watching my hands and fingers. Although there are much better things I can be doing with them."

He let his fingers curl around your ribs and urged you to lean forward, lowering your chest so your breasts were right in his face. After a quick nuzzle in between them he took one nipple in his mouth. His tongue circled it until he felt it stiffen before licking and sucking on it. Then he repeated the actions on your other breast. After he finished lavishing your breasts with attention he moved back up your neck to your lips. Kissing you deeply and letting his tongue lick over yours adding to the heat and tension.

"Ride me baby. Wanna watch you ride my cock. Use me to make yourself feel good darling."

He moved one hand down between your bodies as you lifted your hips to position the tip of his cock against your entrance. You immediately started sliding down on him. Moaning when you felt your hole starting to stretch around him. Taking him in a little bit before pulling back up and pushing down again and going a little bit farther. Working to pull every ounce of pleasure from that first delicious penetration. From that first delicious stretch that made you feel so full. Once you had bottomed out and had taken all of his cock inside you, you stopped your motions. Letting both of you bask in the feeling.

Stephen brought his hands to your hips and started urging you to roll your hips forward to grind your pelvic bone against his, aiming to start stimulating your clit. You happily obliged. You loved that he tried to put your pleasure first most of the time, even when he was feeling greedy. He got off on seeing you shaking and moaning his name. So you let him start to grind your hips against him, bringing your hands to the sides of his head and leaning down to kiss him.

Once you could tell you were getting closer to orgasm and felt the ball of heat growing in your low belly you urged his hands down to your thighs letting you sit up straight. Placing your hands over his you started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Moving teasingly slowly at first so you could feel each vein on his cock as you moved. Carefully starting to build your speed and force as you started to bounce faster. Pulling yourself up higher and moving your hands to his thighs, leaning back to make sure Stephen got a view of his cock sliding in and out of you. Making sure he could see the way your slick glistened on his skin, the way you had drenched his cock.

He was hypnotized as he watched you. You looked like a goddess in the flesh. His very own goddess carrying his child. Seeing your growing belly as you rode him made his head spin. Every bounce of your body had him teetering on the edge of his control. He could feel his balls pulling closer to his body and knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but he had to get you there first. He had to. This was non-negotiable in his mind.

Pulling one hand free from your grasp he licked his thumb and quickly brought it back down to start stroking your clit. His initial touch of the sensitive spot making your mouth fall open and your eyes fall shut. He grinned to himself as he started circling and stroking the nerve filled bundle, listening for just the right noise that meant he found that perfect spot on your clit. While he did he repositioned himself with his feet flat on the bed, starting to thrust his hips up gently to meet yours. When you started whimpering and your bounces on him started losing their rhythm he started urging you on with sweet praises.

"That's it, love. I love watching you fall apart for me. Love feeling your pussy squeeze me so tight when you cum on my cock. I will never get tired of making you cum. So beautiful and so fucking perfect. Cum for me baby, just let go. Love you so much."

When he felt your cunt start to flutter around him he took over the thrusting, but didn't stop his ministrations on your clit. You let the warm energetic pulse in the pit of your belly take over as your own movements slowed. Letting the electric wave of your orgasm sweep through your body out to your fingers and toes. Your head dropping back and a deep satisfied groan coming from your chest.

Once the feeling waned and you floated back down to reality, you smiled at the man below you. Lowering your chest down to his and running your fingers into his hair as you kissed him over and over, whispering to him in between kisses. Pressing Your hips back to meet his thrusts with a faster and harder repetition. Wanting to work him to his climax just as he worked you to yours.

"I love you too Stephen. You make me feel so good. Want to make you feel just as good. Wanna make you cum baby. Love to feel you cum in me. Fill me up Stephen. Give me everything."

His hips picked up to a pounding speed as you coaxed him on. Strained groans falling from his lips and his eyebrows furrowed. A deep growl coming from him as you felt him tip over the edge and start to fill you. Feeling his cock throb inside you over and over until you were practically leaking with his seed. For another moment he didn't let you move off of him. Wanting to stay in that moment, suspended in time, for as long as he could.

Eventually he let you move to clean yourself and him up before crawling back in bed next to him. You knew he hadn't taken his eyes off of you the entire time. He only relaxed again once you had snuggled back into his arms and he felt you relax with a deep exhale. Exchanging whispered "I love yous", before the weight of sleep took hold.

He held you tight in his arms and watched as you fell into a heavy sleep. Yeah you may have been shit at the mystic arts, but you had a magic that was all you own. A magic that Stephen wasn't sure he would ever fully understand, but he was okay with that as long as he could continue to bask in it with you.

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andoqin · 9 months

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Sooo I've been watching Till the end of the Moon... and I'm at episode 11 where they've just entered the dragons dream and I know this bit of the show is a bit uhhh divisive so I'm pausing here to gather my first impressions before I can take my time and binge through that bit.

And man, man man man Luo Yunxi is fucking killing it in this role huh? Don't think I've seen him go this hard in something before, granted I don't think any previous role has allowed him to be this multifaceted.

Unloved husband, exiled prince (and disney princess)

Turned king (and kinslayer)

To possible destroyer of all realms...?

Truly we love to see a man who can do it all. I can already tell that while they're allowing him to be somewhat evil, they're gonna tone him down which is gonna make me sad. Guess we'll always have Mortal Arc TTJ though, so that's something.

I've liked seeing Susu be conflicted about killing him, because he has not done anything majorly bad (offing his shitty bro was honestly objectively a Good Thing and I cackled at the way he did it) and maybe there is a chance to change course somewhat for him, but I wish the writing was more consistent at times when it comes to her.

I'm not feeling the mega chemistry, yet, but I'm delighting in every scene where she makes him do his little smirky-smirk because she is the one thing that he planned on and used and now she's completely deviated from what he knew about her and every act of kindness she does for him knocks him down even if he can't admit it to himself yet.

Further I wish they had allocated the CGI resources better, for example, I'm completely fine with sabertooth kitty, but why do TTJs fireball attacks look like something *I* could have done in Photoshop and it's an effect we see so often so it became kinda glaring to me.

On a more positive note I am very much into Huli Jiejie and her possible romance with Goody2shoes bro, but i've already been spoiled on their ending so i'm just gonna enjoy the flirting while it lasts.

Bingchang and her blank bore of a man can disappear off the face of the universe now, god I already dislike Bingchang so much already and I wouldn't even be unsympathetic to her plight? She's the unloved concubine daughter who gets abused by her legitimate sister and finally gets the chance to marry her bf who actually seems to understand her plight, but it goes somewhat sideways. Otoh, idk girl he's a fucking prince and you're the daughter of a concubine. You being the main wife was highly fucking unlikely no matter how much he promised you. Plus her persecution complex and her refusal to let go of the idiot ball make watching her akin to watching someone purposefully steering their car into a tree in slow motion and yet somehow blaming it on some non-existent hurdle on the road.

Anyway. So far so good, otoh I've already started rereading the novel bc now I have fantastic visual aid and mmmmm I wish they could have let Tantai Jin be truly Tantai Jin (and likewise Susu be Susu) but alas c-ent (and censors) nowadays does not have the balls to do that.

#till the end of the moon #cdrama

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Ok so hehe really sorry for bugging u-^-

I like a lot the loki x starksis!reader soo

Loki taking y/n horse riding in asgard on those big boys,visiting the waterfalls and mountains,loki shows her a crystal cave with shining rainbow ones and making out in there

Pretty please 💜

Sure can do

"Please slow down!" Yelled

"They are slow you’re just not used to it" Loki laughed.

Your arms gripped his waist tighter as the wind hit you both in the face.

From your point of view it felt like you’re riding with a Disney prince.

Ok to be fair Loki is a prince which doesn’t make the experience any less charming.

"Look over there" he suddenly stopped the horse and pointed to his right.

"Wow…" you stared at the beautiful sight in front of you.

The huge mountains decorating the earth and huge waterfalls that feels like it was out of paradise itself.

"Come on, I’ll show you something even better" he helped you off the pure black stallion.

You didn’t know what he could show that could take your breath away more than the beautiful nature of Asgard.

But did.

Behind the giant waterfall hiding was the most out of the world scene you’ve ever witnessed.

A cave filled with crystals, you’ve only seem in pictures and god you were mesmerized.

Different colors and shapes, from the top of the roof and down to the bottom of your feet.

You were definitely take some to show off to tony and piss him off by knowing this cool place.

"Do they look familiar?" He asked.

You blinked a couple of time before it clicked and you looked down at the ring on your finger.

It was the same thing the stone was made off, beautiful rainbow colors that changed with your mood and light.

You looked up to him with so much love in your eyes and a big smile.

"I don’t know what I did to deserve this I-"

"No. No words just let me show my love to you" he shushed you with his finger on your lips, gently pushing you again him and leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Ok" said you.

His hand touched your cheek and angled your face for him to kiss you.

His lips touch your soft ones and things couldn’t feel anymore perfect.

You kissed him back.

His lips parted kissing you deeper and more passionately.

Your legs felt weak but with his arms supporting you, you held into the board shoulders melting each time his lips kissed yours and his tongue tasting every curve of your mouth.

Yup you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ok but all I could think about when making this was Thor one Loki like AAAAA PRINCE LOKI PRINCE LOKI

#loki laufeyson #imagine #fanfic #mcu #loki x reader #loki imagine #mcu loki #loki/y/n #loki

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ririakaashi · 3 years

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Rainy dates with jujutsu kaisen boys part 1

Hello everyone, it’s my first time to write a story on tumblr, while I’m watching jujutsu kaisen along with the characters, I fell inlove with them and I was really entertained reading different stories with us being the main character and being paired up with each character, so I got inspired in writing one and maybe in the future I would write more. 😘

How will they spend time with you during rainy days ☔️?

Theme: fluff ☁️☁️☁️

Characters in this part: (yuujixfem reader),(megumi x fem reader)

Warning: grammatical errors 😭

This cutie strawberry-haired dork is a type of boyfriend who loves to do a lot of fun stuff and being an adventurous bean that he can make you not forget every single memories that you two will share everyday.

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[scenario 1]

He noticed that the rain wouldn’t be that strong and he wants to make your day with him extra special so here’s what he might do:

As the rain started to fall, he will pull your hand leading the both of you outside the dorm.

This man will give you a lot of surprises such as he will prepare some music playing on his waterproof speaker.

Then he will offer his hand to you like some prince from a fairytale disney movies, then will lead you to a slow dance and will spin you around like some princess (such a romantic man indeed 🥺) or like the scene in high school musical 3.

Then he will re enact some romantic films where the male and female lead will kiss in the rain (he’s into watching any movies which makes him adorable).

The following example of movie where the couple will kiss in the rain are the notebook and breakfast at tiffany’s, after you two dance he will pull you closer and hold your cheeks while telling you how much he loves you until he kiss you passionately.

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Another scenario can be this one:

[scenario 2]

He was worried that the weather will be stormy today so he told you that you should spend some night on his dorm, which you don’t mind.

He lend you his oversized hoodies and you can see him blushing due to fact that you look adorable.

He will cook you some ramen 🍜, since it’s perfect for rainy days (he’s actually a good cook)

He offered you to have a netflix marathon with him and he will bring you a lot of snacks to make sure that you’re happy 🥺.

While watching movies, he will give you cuddles and maybe make-out sessions (he’s a perverted baby).

After watching movies, he can also play games with you till midnight, he will make sure that you two will have lots of fun.

When you two feel tired, he will carry you like a bride and put you on the bed and covering some fluffy and warm blanket to you and he will join you later, since he will take some few pictures of you sleeping.

He will whisper in your ears “ I love you (y/n)” and kiss you on the forehead.

Overall he’s very sweet and caring boyfriend which will make you love him even more.

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This type of guy that prefers making you feel safe and he doesn’t want you to get sick in the rain, he can be cold to others but he’s actually a softie only to you but don’t underestimate this baby, cause he will make sure as well that you will have fun spending time with him even if it’s raining. He’s actually the kind of boyfriend who loves being cozy and comfortable even if you’re just in the house.

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[scenario 1]

As the rain poured down from the gray sky, he closed his door and hugging you from behind.

He would low key whisper in your ears “sleep with me tonight (y/n), in a husky voice.

You blushed and nodded to his request( he actually likes making fun of you), then when he saw you blushing he will laugh softly. 🥵♥️

He’s the kind of guy with an organized list of what you both will do for today in your rainy dates (well he’s very neat as It seems).

He will lend you his hoodies since you look adorable in it.

He will first asked you to watch some documentaries like crime documentaries (which he seemed to fit, since he likes knowing a lot of stuff) and he will bring you some home made food such as sandwiches and fruits.

After watching the movie, he likes to read comics or knowledgeable books while laying on your lap.

He might share his fave playlist while cuddling you.

He will make some dinner for the both of you or he will ask you to help him making it.

After having a dinner he will pamper you such as sharing a bubble bath with you while massaging your body, lending you again his fave shirt and pajamas.

As both of you lay down on the bed, he will wrap his arms around you and lean in for a kiss, which can also lead from making out sessions (if he’s in the mood).

He will play some board games with you (if both of you don’t feel sleepy).

Before you two will go to sleep, he will stare in your eyes and kiss you on forehead, down the nose and lastly your lips passionately.

He will smile and blushed and tell you “Thank you for making me happy today (y/n), I love you so much”.

You smiled back and will tell him “ Thank you for making our rainy day special”

You two fell asleep in each others arm.

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[scenario 2]

You were walking down the city streets while placing the snacks you’ve bought on your bag, since it’s for your date with megumi but suddenly the rain started to fall.

You’ve panic and checked your phone was on a dead battery moment. You had no other choice but to run on the busy streets of tokyo.

You’ve found a bus stop where you can sit down and wait for the rain to end but before you walk towards the stop, you’ve noticed there’s no rain falling on your head and you felt a warm arms hugging you.

You raised your head and saw megumi holding his umbrella while looking at you worriedly, you’ve apologized to him for making him worry, he just stared in your eyes and pulled you closer.

He held your cheek and kissed you passionately knowing that the umbrella fell on the ground but he didn’t mind because he was just kissing you.

You’ve kissed him back while the rain is pouring on both of you.

You two pulled away and blushed and feeling embarrassed. Since, a lot of people we’re watching the both of you like you two were in some kind of a movie scene. ( like the kissing scene in some kdrama)

He smiled and pulled you away from the people watching the both of you.

As you two got back on his dorm, he placed a towel on your head while drying your hair and you did the same same with him.

He lend you some hoodies to warm you up and he will cook some warm some for both of you.

You two will have some cuddle time while watching some romantic movies while eating some snacks.

He will chat with you a lot of stuff that he usually read from the book or the movie you’ve watched together. (He’s really bubbly around you which is very cute ☺️)

He will summon his divine dogs and you two will play with them ( as if they were real dogs).

He might give you tickles while you’re teasing him for his cute childhood photos taken by gojo sensei.

He can play an instrument for you like a guitar and serenading you and you’re smiling since his voice melts your ❤️ (he’s actually a good singer).

A few hours later while he was reading a book, he saw you sleeping and he placed the book on the bed side.

He placed your head on his arms and kiss your forehead.

“ I’m so lucky to have you, you’re beautiful, kind, sweet and I love you (y/n). He whispered as he watched you sleeping in his arms.

He might not be the adventurous and fun guy but he can make you sweep off your feet, he’s the cozy type of guy that can make your heart warm and fuzzy for being a quiet but affectionate man.

End of part 1

Next will be gojo and nanami for part 2

Thank you guys for reading, I really did my best to write this.

While writing this story , I’m wishing for all of the characters to exist in real life 😭😭 but ofc we know that there are also a real man that can do this for us .

I would gladly read your comments so please let me know if you want more stories ♥️♥️♥️

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let-me-love-you-loki · 2 years

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Nowhere to Run--Ch. 14

Chapter 14

“How do you feel about staying in Florida for a little while longer?”

We sat together on the sofa in the suite, still in the clothes we slept in, much like we had been the night before. His hand skimmed up and down my thigh as he sat his chin on my shoulder.

“That depends on what I’m doing,” I replied, surprised at my own coyness. I pressed my forehead against his and kissed the end of his nose.

Jericho smiled. “Whatever you want, Kat,” he promised. “We can stay right here until next week or go down to Tampa to my house. Miami, the Keys, Disney World. Shopping. Anything you want, all you have to do is ask.”

“And what if I don’t want any of that?”

“Then tell me what you do want. And you can have it.”

For a split second, I thought about asking him for the things that were rushing through my mind. To take me back to bed, although I didn’t know if I had the courage to ask for anything more.

He brushed his fingertips against my cheek before cradling my face in his hand. “Kat, sweetheart,” he said softly, “if you don’t want this…”

I leaned down, using a kiss to shut him up. When I straightened up, I sighed. “I’ve never been someone who wanted things, Chris. What am I going to do, wear Louboutin red bottoms to fold gear and get coffee?”

His eyes lit up with mischief. “Obviously not,” he replied, digging his fingertips into my hip and tugging me closer on his lap. “But I can think of other things you could do wearing some Louboutin red bottoms.”

Heat flamed down my spine at the tone in his voice. I slipped my arms around his neck and sighed softly. “That’s not fair.”

He kissed me, slow and languid. It only ignited the flame that burned in my body. I turned in his lap, and he gripped me by the hips. My heart thundered in my chest. I’d never wanted something as much as I wanted this. He brushed his mouth along my jaw, smiling against the soft skin of my throat. When he looked up at me, my face burned.

***

Kat blushed and it was the most beautiful thing Jericho had ever seen. She looked away from him, and he was surprised by how much such a simple display of shyness made a fierce protectiveness rear up in his chest. He forgot thoughts of high heels and the many, many skimpy outfits and designer clothes he wanted to buy her. Instead, all he cared about was making her blush like that again.

He drew her close and nuzzled against her neck. “If all you ever ask of me is for my time, that’s okay, sweetheart.” Jericho burned with happiness when she smiled so softly. In the blink of an eye, Jericho realized something that rocked him so completely that he couldn’t breathe. He kept the thought close, locked away. It was too big to dwell on just then.

She traced her fingertips over his brow, his nose, his cheekbones. When she looked at him like she was, he forgot how to speak. “What does this look like at work?”

Worry had bled into her voice. He leaned into her caress and sighed. “No special favors for you, of course. And I might just have to make life even harder.” The teasing in his voice made her lips curl up just a little. “And, obviously, you can’t ask for things like kisses or Louboutin red bottoms or…”

Appropriately distracted, Kat’s green eyes met his blue ones. That blush rushed up into her cheeks again. “Lingerie?” The word came out as a barely audible whisper. “I’m twenty-nine and never owned any. Of course there wasn’t ever any reason to…”

Jericho thought he was going to choke. To have a heart attack. How could a woman as absolutely beautiful as Kat Prince never owned a single set of lingerie? His head began to spin as he imagined her in silk and lace… and those heels. The breath rushed out of him in a huff.

***

Why did I say that? I thought. If the bathroom and the incident in bed last night had solidified anything for me, it was that Chris Jericho had no intention of ever seeing me naked. What was the point for him to buy lingerie for me if he didn’t want to see it himself?

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, embarrassment burning through me. “I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

I tried to wriggle away, but his hands on my hips kept be close. “Kat,” he said, something strange in his voice. “If you want it, you can have it. I’ll buy you a set for every day of the year. Every kind and color you wish. Whatever it costs. Wherever it comes from. I don’t care.”

His thumbs rubbed slow, firm circles on the curve of my hip just where it flared out from my waist. It felt like he pulled me closer with every passing second. Warmth tucked itself at the base of my spine, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this happy.

“There’s only one rule,” he said. His voice was soft, almost a purr. I leaned closer and set his mouth against my ear. “I’m the only one who gets to see you in them.”

There wasn’t any rhythm to my heart anymore. It raced and jumped and lunged desperately in my chest. My mouth went dry. My throat closed up as I swallowed hard. “Well… you are the one buying them. So I guess that’s fair.”

When he sat back, there was something dark in his eyes. I couldn’t tell what it was, but for some reason it made me want to cry. “Yes, sweetheart,” Jericho said evenly, “that’s exactly why.”

I curled forward, my head on his shoulder, my busted hand around his neck. I wanted to stay there. It felt as if something had just happened. Something important that I didn’t understand.

“Chris?” I could feel the confusion in my words. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears blurred my vision. He stroked his fingers through my hair. There was something different about the way that he held me now. “Will you pick out some that you like?”

He chuckled. His free hand skimmed down my back and slipped up beneath the hem of my tank top. I shivered at his fingertips brushed along my bare skin. Jericho nuzzled his nose against my hair. “I’ll like whatever you wear, sweetheart.”

***

Jericho couldn’t feeling strangely giddy as he walked side-by-side with Kat, her fingers threaded with his. She leaned against his shoulder and smiled up at him as they walked laps around the mall. She’d talked him into stopping at the Nestle Tollhouse store and getting cookie slices covered with buttercream icing. They sat at a two top table next to a fountain, and he grinned indulgently as her green eyes sparkled as she talked.

Watching her in the most mundane of moments made him even more sure that he wanted this with her. He wanted more than to just take care of her, to give her the things that she wanted or that she needed or that she’d never had before. He wanted to walk around a mall with her on a day off. Swim in the pool in his backyard or ride jet skis on the lake behind his house.

He wanted her to look at him and see someone she wanted. Not for things, but for himself.

***

I felt my heart start to beat faster as we walked into Victoria Secret. It felt like there were dozens and hundred of eyes watching us. My entire body felt warm. I held onto Jericho’s hand as if it was the only lifeline in the world.

“Pick out whatever you want,” Jericho said, his forehead against my temple. “Whatever you want, Kat. Every color. Silk. Satin. Lace. Whatever you want.”

“You’re not staying? Where are you going?” I squealed.

He slipped his arms around me, his hands folded on my hip. “I’m going to pick something out for you. And then I’m going to sit out on the balcony and wait for you.”

I turned my head, bumping our noses together. “You don’t want to see them…?”

“Surprise me, sweetheart,” he replied softly. He kissed the side of my head and pushed me off toward the racks and racks of underwear.

I turned back just in time to see Jericho walk up to the sales counter. Once he had the sales woman’s attention, he pointed me out and handed over a credit card. I blushed brightly as I imagined what she must have thought.

As I walked down the racks, fingertips trailing over the bras, panties, and lingerie in front of me, there was only one thought in my head. What would he like?

On the second pass, I found a silk and lace set that I adored. It was a spaghetti strap tank with a silk front and a fine lace back and a pair of matching shorts. They had it in eight different colors! For a moment, I thought about getting one of each color. But I compromised and got four of them—black, purple, blue, and a light mint green. Not too far from that one was a lace pushup baby doll and panty set. Of the six colors, I picked up a pink and light blue set.

My heart thumped heavy in my chest as I walked up to the counter with an armful of lingerie. She smiled and started ringing up and carefully folding each set, wrapping them in white and pink striped tissue paper. I knew my face was beet red as she packed things away in a bag.

“Oh my God,” I gasped when I saw the total on the register. Over $400. “Oh, I have to put some of these back!”

The sales woman smiled and shook her head. “Your boyfriend gave me very clear instructions. You weren’t allowed to put anything back.” Once she had my purchases packed away, she reached under the counter and pulled out another bag, this one with a gift wrapped box inside. “I’m also supposed to give you this.”

I took both bags and the credit card she handed me and walked back through the store toward the exit. Jericho was leaning against the railing looking down over the rest of the mall. When he turned around and saw me, the look on his face made that warmth at the base of my spine burn hotter.

***

“Here’s your card,” Kat said as she held it out to him. He took it, tucking it into his wallet, before reaching for her. He pulled her in against him and pressed a single, soft kiss to her lips.

“Did you find anything you like?” he asked with a grin.

He watched Kat take a breath and licked her lips. She tipped her face up toward him as if she were asking for another kiss. Her eyes shimmered a darker green as she hummed in agreement.

Jericho looked at the bags in her hand and lifted his brows. “You didn’t peek at the other bag, did you?”

Kat shook her head. “It’s gift wrapped anyway.”

“Good girl,” he praised just before kissing her again. “Let’s go back to the hotel and get some room service.”

She nipped her bottom lip and looked up at him with something shy and innocent that made him feel drunk. “Can I open the one you picked out?”

He grinned at her, knowing that there was another gift for her already on its way to the hotel suite. “You can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

***

“Go open it,” Jericho said as soon as we stepped into the suite. “Then we can get something to eat if you want.”

I leaned up on my toes and pressed a kiss against his cheek before slipping away into the bedroom. The moment I shut the door I noticed a box sitting on the end of the bed. It was a faded gold tied with a bright red ribbon, and when I got closer I could see the words written across the top. Christian Louboutin.

My fingers shook as I pulled the ribbon loose and lifted the lid. Inside were a pair of black patent leather stiletto red bottom heels. I picked them up gingerly, not quite believing that they were the real thing. How in the world did he expect me to wear heels that cost almost $3000? They were so beautiful.

I set them aside and opened the other surprise gift Jericho had given me. When I folded back the tissue paper, I let out a sigh. Inside was a wine colored silk slip with a draped back. The moment I had it out of the box, I held it against me and pushed back tears. Where I’d expected something racy, he’d chosen something so simple and lovely.

***

Jericho looked up at the sound of the bedroom door. The sight that greeted him was enough to stop his heart right in his chest. Kat stood there in the doorway in the slip he’d picked out for her. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder in soft waves and curls. His breath stopped as he watched her move, surprised and desperately pleased that she’d put on the shoes too.

“Do you like it?” she asked as she turned in a slow circle.

He didn’t have words enough to tell her how much he liked it. How much he loved it. How beautiful she was and how the color set off the dark shades of her hair and the bright green of her eyes. He fisted his hands at his sides as tightly as he could, hanging on to the last sense of sanity he had when he looked at her.

She crossed the room, moving in what could only be called a strut. One foot in front of the other, heel to toe, her hips swaying so deliciously side to side. The fabric slipped and skimmed over her body in a way that drew his eye everywhere at once.

“You look stunning, Kat Prince,” he sighed. She reached for his hand and held it over her head as she turned around again. He watched the way the fabric swished over her thighs as she moved and couldn’t help reaching out to pull her close against him. “Do you like it, sweetheart?”

Kat beamed up at him. “Yes, very much. Would you like to see the others?”

Jericho laughed and kissed her slowly. His hands settled on her hips, dragging her closer, one slipping around to settle on the base of her spine. It took him a fraction of a second to realize that Kat wore the slip…

… and nothing else.

Here are the sets that are mentioned in the story (Kat’s selections #1 and #2, and Chris’ selection)

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a34trgv2 · 3 years

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Why It Worked: The Princess and The Frog

Introduction: The Princess and The Frog is an animated musical fantasy romantic comedy film. Directed by John Musker and Ron Clements, the film stars Anika Noni Rose, Bruno Campos, Keith David, Michael-Leon Wooley, Jim Cummings, Jennifer Lewis, Jennifer Cody, John Goodman, Oprah Winfrey and Terrence Howard. The film was released on December 11, 2009 and recieved very positive reviews from critics and audiences (85% of 200 reviews agregated by Rotten Tomatoes gave an average rating of 7.4/10). The film grossed $269 million on a budget of $105 million. For the past decade, I've grown to love this movie more and more with each passing year. Having rewatched it recently, I now firmly believe this is one of Disney's best films. In this post, I'd like to go into detail as to why.

The Plot: Based on the classic Brothers Grimm fairy tale, The Frog Prince, mixed with the material in The Frog Princess by E.D. Maker, this film tells the story of Tiana, a waitress trying to earn enough money to start her own restaurtant. She encounters a talking frog, who's actually Prince Naveen turned into a frog by Dr. Facilier. He agrees to help Tiana get her her restaurant if she helps him turn back into a prince by recreating the classic tale of The Frog Prince. This backfires and now they're both frogs hopping around the buyou with their gator friend, Louis and a cajun firefly named Ray, to find a way to reverse the spell they were put under. The film is really a subversion of classic fairy tale tropes that makes the film feel fresh and new. The goal for our leading lady is not to fall in love with a prince but to make her childhood dream come true. What also makes this film standout is how magical they make New Orleans, paying tributes to jazz music and cajun cuisine. I also found the humor to be very funny, with many of the jokes getting a great laugh out of me. One of the funniest scenes in the film is when Tiana and Naveen outwit a trio of frog hunters. The slapstick and perfect timing had me in stitches. What really makes the story so engaging is the animation. It's too bad Disney hasn't used 2D animation in their recent films (not to say they don't look amazing in 3D) because the animation in the Princess and The Frog is amazing. The character movements feel so smooth and fluid and they're designs are unique and well defined. It should also be noted that some 3D was used for background elements yet are coated with a 2D paint so well you never would've noticed.

Cast and Characters: The cast of this movie did outstanding jobs voicing these characters, who are all well developed and very likable. Starting with our leading lady, Tiana is a smart hardworking woman that's determined to start up her restaurant. She's also sassy, funny and a great cook. Anika Noni Rose was perfect as Tiana as gives the character a very determined and no-nonsense tone in her voice. Prince Naveen starts off as an arrogant playboy that only wants to live a carefree life. However, the more time he spends with Tiana, the more he realizes that not everything is just going to be handed to him. This is especially true during the scene when he and Tiana are making gumbo and he comes to realize he's so used to having everything be done for him that he doesn't even know how to take care of himself. Bruno Campos gave a very stellar performance as Naveen, giving him such charm and funny lines while also selling the more personal aspects of his character. Louis the gator is such a fun comic relief that plays a mean trumpet. He easily brings out some of the best laughs and Michael-Leon Wooley gave a very memorable performance as the character. Ray the cajun firefly just might be one of Jim Cummings' best vocal performances, up there with Darkwing Duck, Pete, and (of course) Winnie The Pooh and Tigger. Ray might appear to have a screw or too loose, but he's actually a really smart, brave and reliable ally who's more than willing to help his friends. His love for Evangeline (which is actually the North Star) feels very genuine even if it might come across as odd at first. Then there's the film's made baddie, Dr. Facilier (often referred to as The Shadow Man). Dr. Facilier is every bit as charming as he is sinister. He's manipulative, he's smart, he's charsmatic and he loves what he does. Keith David was excellent in the role, giving him a deep yet unsettling tone in his voice.

Super Supporting Players: This film has one of the strongest supporting cast I have ever seen. Each of the supporting and even minor characters leave a lasting impression and make the film feel lived in. Lawrence, Naveen's butler, acts as the secondary antagonist of the film, being the catalyst of Naveen's desire for a carefree lifestyle. He sides with the Shadow Man and poses as Naveen while the prince is a frog in order to marry Charlotte La Bouff. Speaking of Charlotte, is very much nothing like the standard spoiled brat. Rather than be snobbish, selfish and rude, Lottie is a true friend to Tiana and is willing to help her get her restaurant. Believe me folks, after having to deal with the likes of Gem Stone, Princess Morbucks, Sincerity (What About Mimi), and Tricia Holmes (6teen), Charlotte is a breath of fresh air. Her father, Eli (aka Big Daddy) is also a very kind and caring figure who, despite spoiling his daughter, clearly raised her well as she gets her generosity from him. Mama Odie is a wise 197 year old blind lady that not only helps our heroes on their journey, but helps them understand the difference between what they want vs what they need. This is echoed by Eudora (Tiana's Mom) earlier in the film, who even in the limited amount of screen time she had exerts such a motherly personality and has authentic chemistry with her daughter. Then there's James (Tiana's Dad), the main driving force behind Tiana's desire to open her restaurant. Despite succumbing to the frequently used "dead parent" trope, every second he's on screen is imperative to the story. He's a kind hard working man who dreamed of opening his own restaurtant with his daughter Tiana. When she tells her Dad about the wishing star, he gives her great advice: "that little star can only take you part of the way. You got to help it along with some hard work of your own and then you can do anything you set your mind to." What truly makes this supporting cast come alive are the stupendous voice work from the actors who portrayed them. Jennifer Cody was fantastic as Lottie, making her sound so energetic and lively. John Goodman is always a treat to hear and he brings such a humble fatherly presence to Eli. Jennifer Lewis perfectly captures the sass and erratic nature of Mama Odie and is an amazing singer. Peter Bartlett right captured the bumbling mannerisms of Lawrence and when he's disguised as Naveen he exerts more confidence in his voice. Oprah Winfrey, who was also a consultant for the film, played Eudora beautifully as a kind and caring mother and they couldn't have picked a better actor than Terence Howard for the role of James.

Songs and Music: Randy Newman is a musical genius! Every single song in this film is written wonderfully with an awesome beat, wonderful lyrics and the amazing vocal talents of the stars. Starting with the opening track after the lovely melody prologue, Down in New Orleans perfectly introduces the audience to this city and what it's like to live here. The late Dr. John brought such authenticity to the song being a New Orleans native and he had great singing chops. Almost There, Tiana's number, is not so much an I want song, but more like "I'm so close I can almost taste it." Anika Noni Rose has great singing talents and carried that long final note like a champ. The villain song, Friends From The Other Side is (in my opinion) one of the best Disney villain songs. It perfectly captures the charismatic and manipulative nature if Dr. Facilier and Keith David's baritone singing makes this all the more memorable. When We're Human is an upbeat song that showcases the excellent singing talents of Anika Noni Rose, Bruno Campos and Michael-Leon Wooley as they sing about what they'll do when they're human. It also makes great use of the trumpet, the go-to instrument for jazz. Ray is given the distinct honor of singing 2 songs, which are polar opposites yet are both wonderfully well crafted musical numbers. The first is Gonna Take You There, which is a classic cajun song in with Ray sings while he and his firefly family take our heroes to Mama Odie's. It's bounce, it's fun, it's makes great use of the accordion, it's just a great song to listen to. The second is Ma Belle Evangeline, a slow yet beautiful love ballad Ray sings for Evangeline. Even though Ray is singing to a star, it feels very genuine with his mix of French compliments and Louis' slow trumpet playing. Than there's the last musical number before the reprise of the opening track, Dig A Little Deeper. This is my personal favorite song in the film, and that's saying something because they're all great. Dig A Little Deeper incorporates a choir of roseate spoonbills to make it look like a church service on Sunday. It also has a great message behind it about finding what you need versus trying to get what you want. Also, Anika Noni Rose coming in with that extra verse was the perfect cherry on top. In addition to these spectacular musical numbers, Randy Newman also made a very memorable score incorporating strings and strong brass for intense scenes and some soft, subtle tunes for the quiet moments. Where the score truly shines is during Ray's death and funeral. From the sad reprise of Ma Belle Evangeline all the way up to the music slowy but surely picking up as Ray essentially becomes the brightness star in the sky next to Evangeline, this scene best showcases what a great score this film has. The song that plays during the credits, Never Knew I Needed by Ne-Yo, was also the picture bookend to the film, capturing the film's central message in a wonderfully crafted pop ballad with a beautiful piano tune.

Where It Falters: 👆. No, seriously this film is still a 10/10 in my book, but I personally would've amended this response from Lottie to "Travis, when I said later, I really meant not ever." Still shoots the guy down but without making her speak for all women. This concludes my meaningless nitpick.

Conclusion: The Princess and The Frog is without a doubt one of Disney's best films and Tiana is my personal favorite Disney Princess. The animation is spectacular, the characters are great, the songs are all wonderful, the voice acting is superb and it delivers a great message of finding what you need versus trying to get what you want. If you haven't seen this film, I highly recommend giving this film a watch on Disney+ if you have it. Thank you so much for reading and I'll see you soon ;)

This addition of Why It Worked is dedicated in memory of my grandmother, Margaret "Peggy" Simpson. I'll see you in Heaven Grandma.

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hi lovie!! i have no idea if this is off limits (and please please please tell me if it is, i don’t wanna make you uncomfy) but can i request something with that sammy and feet stuff? like teasing him w your feet and him taking care of you?

FEET?? OFF LIMITS?? OH BABY BABY BABY NOT AT ALL. You’re looking at someone with possibly one of the biggest foot fetishes out there fjjfndnd I’ll do my best for you, cutie!!

disclaimer: gif came from my camera roll, most likely found it on Pinterest where I find the majority of gvf pics. I didn’t make it.

the smell is what first coaxes you out of the deepest sleep you’ve had in a long time. the warm, inviting scent of fresh brewed coffee; you recognize it as his go-to Starbucks order even half asleep. your eyelids are reluctant to part, your muscles stiffer than normal in the mornings. you soon realize why.

your legs are crumpled up against you, knees brought as close to your chest as your flexibility allows; both arms pinned to the couch cushion beneath you. you pull one free to rub the sleep from your eyes. “Did we sleep on the couch last night?” you weren’t even entirely sure if Sam was in the room, so you call out in hopes that, wherever in the house he is, he can hear you.

he does, and as your eyes begin to focus- the blur fading into normalcy, you watch him careen around the back of the couch, cup in hand. he chuckles, and nods. “Yeah, you don’t remember?” a sight almost as if you were still dreaming, Sammy is clad in little more than Christmas-themed pajama pants (as obnoxious as it was, you boast the matching pair) and a white v-neck, hazelnut tendrils still disheveled from his own sleep with the majority of it thrown to the right side of his crown. his new cut allowed the very ends to hang in his eyes before it was styled, and it was by far your favorite look. a simple shake of his head, however, disturbs the Disney prince do. “Well, you did have a shit ton of eggnog.”

you’ve since stretched your legs, placing your bare feet upon your boyfriend’s lap in order to ease a bit of the soreness, and a smile had been gracing your countenance, until the beverage is mentioned. your stomach flops and you remember the night before, slugging glass after glass that was brought to you. “Jesus,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him. there’s a certain fondness in your voice that’s unmistakable as your toes wiggle, “Jake is no longer allowed to mix my drinks. Clearly I can’t keep up with him. The fuckin’ alcy.”

another sip of his coffee, Sam smacks his lips that curl into a playful and taunting smirk moments later with a flippant shrug. “Mhm, I tried to tell you that, didn’t I?”

blinking, a scoff erupts from your parted lips. was he seriously playing the I told you so card right now? pointing your toes on your right foot, you use them to jab at his chest. “Hey, you’re in trouble, too, jackass. Your poor girlfriend passed out drunk and you left her on the couch?!” your brows knit together, although the angry facade is melted by your smile’s warmth as your toes then rub against the expanse of his chest in slow, steady circles. “And then, to top it all off, you go get coffee and don’t even bother bringing her back anything?”

the sensual massage against his pectorals is enough to catch his attention, and one brown brow quirks, oceans of deep tawny washing over you as he sets the cup on the coffee table. “Oh yeah? Is my pretty girl mad at me because I didn’t give her a coffee? You gonna punish me, huh?” it was almost challenging, and most certainly enough to kick you into gear.

“I think I just might,” purring, you tilt your head to lean back against the cushion, getting comfortable. your eyelashes fan your cheeks, a sultry grin pulling your couplet upwards. the arch in your foot mimics the one in your back, and your sore glides seamlessly down his torso. the flimsy fabric of his v-neck is no challenge at all, and his pajama pants are but a thicker, softer barrier. you don’t mind, you aren’t seeking to feel his bare manhood against you (at least, not in this moment), you wanted to see him squirm a bit. you were content to remind him that you could bring him to his knees. the ball of your foot presses into his groin, and you can tell by the way his chest fails to rise and fall that he’s stopped breathing. you dig in, a firm and suggesting massage of the prize between his legs until it begins to harden through the fabric, twitching to life. Sam grunts, teeth sinking into the bottom portion of his tiers and his brows furrow, staring intently upon your foot working against his cock. “What’s the matter, baby boy?” you coo, mocking innocence, though each swivel of your bare extremity is a new sensation, a new level of torture.

“You’re killing me, that’s what’s the matter,” he whispers, his hand fleeing to the bow knotted at his waistband to pull it free. his erection is freed only moments after, and lays heavy and stiff against his abdomen. “God, I fucking need this.”

your cheeks heat up, your stomach is instantly tangled in knots. these are familiar sensations, as you experience them every time you’re faced with Sammy, nude. still, your foot remains poised, toes teasing the swelling, pink head by tickling along the underside until you have him squirming at your very touch. it’s a powerful feeling, being able to incapacitate him so easily. his eyelids flutter, breath quickening as his head drops back. you allow the arch of your foot to massage his length, almost nonchalant, sliding up and down against his flesh. “Hm?” you taunt, a wicked giggle bubbling up from your throat. “Your punishment?” with that, you pull your foot back, batting your lashing in his direction.

the growl that Sam emits is one of pure, salacious hunger and deprivation the very moment the affection dissipates, and his hips buck forward, demanding treatment. “What the-? Fuck, don’t do this to me, baby...” the break in his voice is almost enough to make you want to give in and allow him the sweet release right there, on your toes. almost. “Use those cute, little feet and jack me off, please?”

“No,” you reply almost before he could finish his plea, though it’s light hearted and mischievous. your palms press down against the couch cushion to propel you into a sitting position, your feet flinging over to hit the hard wood of the floor so that you can stand up. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“You little-“ eyebrow arching (more out of bemusement than offense to whatever expletive your boyfriend was preparing to call you), you glance over your shoulder at him. his cheeks were pink, lips dark and wet from the consistent abuse his teeth provided, and his tool lay twitching and needy against his stomach. he pauses, thinks better of it, and shoots you a saccharine-sweet smile. “I can earn it, baby, you know I can.”

a flippant shrug later, you shuffle over to the corner of the den. the evergreen is still illuminated, even though sunlight spills from the window to your left. reaching down to retrieve the cord, you’re talking more to yourself than he. “I know you can, but maybe I don’t want you to.”

“Oh?” you freeze; he sounds much closer now. your teeth once again finding your lip, you use the pad of your thumb to switch the lights off. “You don’t want me to?” his hands are the first you feel, coasting along the flare of your hips before coming together at your middle; they sink beneath the waistband of your pjs and the panties beneath. then, his body presses against yours from behind, erection prodding against you. “Because it definitely feels like you want me to make you cum right fucking now.” Sam presses his lips to your earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. simultaneously, his fingers spread your nether lips, rubbing the slickness, sensitive treasure as he does so. a whimper of his name parts your lips, one palm extending to steady yourself against the window.

he definitely wasn’t willing to wait to hear you say what your body was already telling him; with his mouth latching on to your neck, his digits find your sensitive nub, rolling it around between them, the callouses rubbing you raw. your thighs, desperate to close, clamp together, but they only lock his hand between the hips that are soon rutting against him, practically riding his fingers. another, lusty moan slips from your lips, but only after your head drops back, resting against his clavicle, your free hand fleeing behind you to seek the nape of his neck. your fingers delve within his tresses, before gripping as tightly as you could, no longer trusting your ability to stand on your own. “Mm, that’s good, Sammy... I’m so close-“

“Yeah?”

that damn, breathy whisper. it’s Sam’s personal mantra; he would repeat it over and over countless times before when he’s pulled you to the brink, finding his own pleasure in pulling you down into the abyss, and this time was no different. what a pleaser, Sam was getting off simply to the idea of getting you off, that much was vividly apparent by the way he moans the word repetitively in your ear, his hand working with reckless abandon just beneath your panties.

the muscles in your legs lock up, the telltale quiver that starts in your calves and work it’s way up already setting in. brows knit together, you try to control your breathing, your hips’ needy rocking on him, anything that could blow you off the course of your orgasm just around the corner. nodding fervently, your nails bite at the roots of his mane. “Fuck, yes! Sammy, baby, holy shit, I’m gonna cum!”

his fingers encase your swollen clit, holding it in place so that his thumb can press your button. “Give it to me, then.” that did the trick. coming done, your body quakes against him, holding on for as long as you can, before your sensitivity overwhelms you, and your hand falls from his hair to push against his chest. a measly attempt to shy away from sensory overload, and push him away as your orgasm hits. one hand finds yours, plucking it from his chest, and instead, he brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with a breathless chuckle. “Ride it out, baby. Cum hard for me.” convulsions have set in by the time he asks such a thing of you, knees jutting upwards as if to kick his hand away, but to no avail. his name is the only word your lips will form, and they do so repeatedly. sucked into an undertow of pure ecstasy, you undulate helplessly, eyes rolling back as your eyelids flutter. finally, your knees buckle, and Sam drops with you, slowly, to ensure you don’t hurt yourself.

his knees hit the floor first, pulling you back against his lap, though he struggles just a bit with keeping you under control (aftershocks are a helluva thing). you’re almost surprised that, as close as the two of you are to it, that you didn’t knock any ornaments from the tree. sucking in breath after ragged breath, your fingers trace his cheekbone blindly, and he finally allows his hand to abandon your all-too sensitive sex, leaving it an overworked, throbbing heat. “Sammy...”

“Mm?” his lips find your cheek, peppering sugary kisses over the surface.

“I think...” another deep breath; your lungs feel like they’re on fire. however, there’s an almost goofy smile dancing on your lips, dazed and -to Sam, utterly adorable. “I think you deserve it now.”

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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So It Goes...

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Pairings: Rock star/Bassist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader (AU)

Word count: 7,149

Warning: fluff, SMUT! but mostly just me falling in love with bucky, really.

Summary: natasha romanoff aka your annoying roommate coerced you into the howling commando’s live performance at a divebar near your dorm. little did you know, it was going to lead you to the man of your dreams aka the charming rock star boy/bassist, james buchanan barnes.

a/n: this one’s written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan‘s “Little Darlin’s Mysteru AU” challenge. i chose band/rockstar au. here’s another love letter to bucky barnes because i love that man with my entire heart and every fic that i write about him is basically just me expressing my deep affection for this man. hope you guys enjoy this one cause i certainly do! also, rock star/boy band bucky is such a concept omg i’m in love

You laid in your twin-sized bed as you heard the chirping sounds of the birds outside of your window. They were singing cheerily as if they knew what you were feeling and they were celebrating with you. It felt like you were in a Disney movie that you used to obsess over as a kid, where you are the lovestruck princess because you just met a handsome prince who swept you off your feet at first sight.

The birds outside of your window are your animal pals who swoon over you swooning and they spontaneously harmonize and dance to this newfound joy. You couldn’t resist the smile taking over your face. It was too early for you to be awake on a Saturday morning. You were always up by 10 AM. No more, no less. But it was currently 8.45 AM and you still had at least one more hour to get up and be productive.

But not today. Today, you were going to welcome this exhilarating sensation in your bones, and you were going to savour every second of it. Because you couldn’t shake away those baby blue eyes and that suave, boyish charm. The way, they electrified you by first glance and made you tremble when those pupils dilated. You could still feel the way his soft, plump lips hypnotized you last night. And the raunchy way he held you at the bar.

Even when all was said and done, he found a way to haunt you in your dreams.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

You were currently in the middle of a crisis due to your upcoming final week. If there’s any word to describe you as a college student, it would be ambitious. The idea of failing or getting less than B+ makes you go ballistic. You were an active student. You joined multiple organizations that expanded your social life. You got along with mostly everyone in your classes and you had your professors’ respect too for your excellent grades and polite manners.

But your lack of dating life irked no one else more than your roommate, Natasha. You loved Natasha with your entire heart, really. She was like a sister to you. You were an only child so you cherished her older sister role in your life. She was, in fact, several months older than you and she always protected you like her own. Starting from the asshole that broke your heart in high school, despite only knowing him through your story, to incessantly pushing you to stop being such a nerd and have more fun.

Natasha was the kind of woman you don’t wanna mess with. She was loyal, brave and quick-witted. She knows how to keep her GPA high, whilst also maintaining a fun social life. She managed to do it all so effortlessly.

“C’mon, y/n! Just one night! You need to let loose and release all tension on your shoulders, baby. It’s good for your brain before finals start!”

“Noooo, Nat. Rock bands are not my thing and I’d have a higher chance of acing the tests if I study now, okay? Just go. Have fun without me and tell me how it goes.”

“But my boyfriend’s performing, y/n. And I want you to meet him! I promise they are really good. Even if you're not into the music, you can still go for the drinks, right? Also, they’ve got other cute members available so, you might find your own rock band boyfriend too if you go.” She winked. Her smirk was menacing.

“Ugh, I’m not interested in finding a boyfriend, Nat.”

“I know, but wouldn’t hurt if you do, right? Then we can go on double dates and have them write songs about us. Oh God, it’s going to be awesome.”

“Whoa, slow down. I haven’t even learned their names, yet and we are already discussing double dates?”

“Alright, let’s just start with putting on your sexy clothes and meet them yourself. Then we can move onto picking one gorgeous beast for you.”

“What makes you even think that they’d be interested in me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Have you never owned a mirror? You are a total babe. You just need to get yourself more action.”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Nat…”

“You are going. And I’m not leaving until you get up and put on something cool. I have patience, baby and I’m going to annoy you all night if you stay. What do you prefer? Going out and have fun and meet some cute boys or me annoying you all night so you can’t study productively.” She glared at you. Her tone indicated that there was no compromise.

“Alright, I’m going. But that’s only because I wanna meet your boyfriend, alright? Not because I wanna find a boyfriend or whatever stupid shit you’re thinking.”

“Yay!” She jumped in excitement. Her face was content with joy and satisfaction from succeeding in persuading you. “Alright, let’s dig through your clothes.” She started rummaging your shared closet and observed meticulously each one of your outfits. “Hmm… Let’s try this one!” She picked up a strapless black sequin dress that you hadn’t worn in forever. You didn’t even remember packing it up in your baggage and brought it with you to your dorm.

You began stripping yourself out of your oversized hoodie and high-waisted shorts. You didn’t feel embarrassed changing in front of Natasha, you had seen each other naked many times. You were roommates after all and sometimes, you just had to be comfortable with the fact that you had private body parts underneath and within the course of four years, eventually, you had to get used to flashing one another at some point.

You put it on as you started to feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to wearing skimpy dresses. Already wearing it for less than three minutes, you were constantly lifting the hem of the dress to prevent it from exposing your boobs and revealing your inner thighs. And the material felt itchy on your skin too. “Nat, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just wear a leather jacket and jeans.”

“Nonsense! You look bomb! Give your leather jacket and jeans a break, alright? Okay, turn around so I can see your behind.”

You twirled as she said, restlessly.

Tonight was going to be a longspun night…

The air felt crisp against your skin, as the breeze swept through your freshly curled hair, causing a few strands shading your sight. You struggled to walk steadily in your 7-inch heels that belonged to Natasha because you didn’t have a pair of your own. You were cool with wearing ankle boots pairing them with a sparkly dress. But Natasha didn’t think it was a cute look.

“What? Boots and dresses don’t go along, honey. Oh my, you need a serious makeover!” She was derailed.

You eventually settled with a silk red dress with a seductively low cleavage on the front, exposing the globes of your breasts. You were already as uncomfortable as it is, this dress didn’t make it any easier to act normal.

So you had to endure walking in these deadly shoes of torture, whilst clad in nothing but a scanty material with makeup painting your entire face. Great. What had you gotten yourself into? Damn you, Natasha.

You and Nat were walking arm in arm to the bar where “The Howling Commandos” were performing. That’s the name of the band that Natasha’s boyfriend was in. They have been a group for 5 years now, they had been doing this since they were in high school. Clint and the rest of the members were several years older than you and Nat. As soon as they graduated, they decided that they wanted to keep making music rather than working mundane, dead-end jobs.

Yep, Natasha told you that much.

Clint and Nat had been dating for two years now. They rarely saw each other due to the band’s packed schedule. Although, they would FaceTime each other every night, talking about each other’s days. You heard it all, from their most disgustingly adorable flirtations, to the most inappropriate, not so PG-13 confession.

They would literally pretend to smooch one another through the screen when you were doing your homework or when you had your nose deep in a book. You’d try to cover your ears by putting on your earbuds and turning up the volume so you could give them privacy but also, you didn’t wanna hear them talking about what they wanted to do to each other if both of them were here.

You knew Clint well enough to not feel like you were meeting a complete stranger. Natasha would often tell you to say hi to him and she had told you a lot of wonderful things to Clint. Clint would often talk about the band too on the phone, how someone called “Bucky” would piss him off by stealing his leftover sandwich. Or someone called “Sam” would often interrupt their chat by reminding him that it was soundcheck time.

“I gotta go, babe. Sammy’s not gonna stop yelling.”

“Aw, okay, tell the boys I say hi! Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

It’s like a daily podcast for you every night.

The dive bar where The Howling Commandos were performing thankfully wasn’t that far from your dorm. Natasha was super thrilled when Clint told them that they were going to perform here. They were finally able to see each other after a while, and because this was going to be their last gig until they come back with a new album, he said he was going to stay and spend some time with Nat.

You were happy for both of them. You’d never say it out loud but, a part of you was secretly jealous of their love. They managed to maintain such a fun, loving, and healthy relationship despite the distance and differences. Natasha once told you that she was never one to settle with a man for too long but, Clint changed the game for her. You smiled at the thought. They were genuinely in love. If you were to find yourself a boyfriend, you wanted the type of love that they had.

But not tonight. You were okay with being single. Just because a part of you wanted what Clint & Nat had, doesn’t mean that you actually need it or you’d die. You were too much of a goal-oriented person to be chasing over something that should come naturally. You had grown so comfortable in being alone, that you stopped desiring love so much. It wasn’t getting you anywhere. So you lived your life, being grateful for your friends and family. You invested your time in your education and passion. You were content.

When you arrived at the bar, the room was full with a crowd. You walked in with Natasha trying to make a space for yourself so you could walk through them. You could barely anything else due to the number of bodies blocking your view. Natasha held your hand as she took the lead and fought through the crowd to get to the front, where she could get the best view.

There was a blonde-haired woman standing on the front, so close to where the band were going to play. When Natasha slightly grazed her whilst trying to stand next to her, she didn’t look the slightest bit happy. She glared at Natasha as Natasha noticed. She glared back at her.

“Excuse me, there’s more space in the back, maybe you can stand there instead of cutting through the line.”

“Excuse you, miss. I’m dating the band’s drummer, so I can stand wherever I want, thank you very much. If you don’t like that, then the exit is right there.” She pointed to the door of where we walked in from.

The blonde woman rolled her eyes as she folded her arms against her chest. After you stared at her reaction, you realized that you actually know her. She was in the same social science class with you. You had never really talked to her because she often sat in the back and immediately left after the class was done, but you remembered her name. Her name was Dottie Underwood. Your classmates called her Dot. The ones that she liked anyway.

You decided to stay quiet and let it pass. It’s not like she even recognized you even if you start a chat with her. You don’t think it was a good idea either since she and Nat literally just snarked at each other. You directed your sight to the stage and waited for the famous Howling Commandos to appear.

One of the spotlights turned and highlighted a man walking on stage before he talked into the microphone at the centre. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a group of brilliant lads, that make all the ladies go feral wherever they go, and their showstopping music are going to make us sing and jump tonight. Please welcome, The Howling Commandos!”

The crowd roared with cheers, the sounds of their enthusiasm filled the atmosphere. Their claps were jovially in sync as four, drop-dead gorgeous young men stepped into the stage as their presence shifted the energy in the room.

The first one was a blonde-haired with breathtaking bone structure, forming a ridiculously handsome face. His hair shone under the spotlight like the sun amidst the clear sky. He had an amiable demeanour about him. His smile was gentle and welcoming. He waved to the crowd and stood directly behind the microphone.

The second one to walk in was a dark-skinned man with an undeniable charisma oozing out of him. He had a neatly trimmed beard that only added to his spicy appeal. His smile was radiant as he also waved the crowd. He stood on the left side of the stage, a couple of steps behind Steve who was apparently the lead singer.

The third one to walk in was Clint. He was everything Nat described him to be. Placid and nonchalant. His smile was amenable as he greeted the crowd. He walked directly to the background, where the drumset was placed. He sat down on the drummer’s chair as he picked up the sticks he was going to play with.

The last one to enter was a literal Disney prince coming to life. His prominent boyish charm completely bedazzled you. His blue eyes gleamed under the spotlight as they lingered on you for a second. He immediately shifted his gaze as he kept walking towards the right side of the stage, but you swore that when he caught you staring dumbfoundedly at him, you could see the flash of a quick smirk on his face.

He only nodded to the crowd as he confidently picked up the bass guitar that was previously placed on the floor and put on the leather straps around his neck. His eyes turned back to you as you found yourself still bluntly staring at him. Something about him just enchanted you. He had that boy-next-door charm about him but also, a bad boy persona that was irresistibly enticing.

That flash of smirk that you saw earlier resurfaced and it was getting harder for you to pay attention to anyone or anything else in the room other than him. His gaze grew more intense as the noises of the crowd faded into the background. You were lost in this lethal game of eye contact until Natasha accidentally elbowed you by screaming her lungs out to respond to the lead singer’s introduction.

“Good evening, SHIELD’s Nest! How are we feeling tonight?” The lead singer vivified the crowd. They responded with a reassuring reaction. “I’m Steve Rogers and these are my buddies,” he turned his head to the left, as he started introducing the other band members. “The handsome guy right there is Sam, and in the back, there’s Clint, our brilliant drummer boy and this ladies’ charmer right here is Bucky.” As he pointed to the magnetic man who had held your attention hostage since he first walked in.

“And we are The Howling Commandos.” He paused for a second before carrying on with his prelude. “Alright, so the first song that we’re going to play tonight is called ‘Rusted Love’. Enjoy.” Steve removed his mouth from behind the microphone and started cueing the band to play. “1,2…”

Sam and Bucky started strumming the first few notes as a few people cheered. Then Clint jumped in, flaunting his talent in mastering the drum with his sticks. The energy in the room felt more energized as people started moving a part of their bodies. Then Steve amazed the room with his sultry voice, singing the words that echoed through the Sound system of the bar.

“I’m a flying kite in a hurricane, you paralyzed me with your touch and your lips got me addicted…” Steve shut his eyes, relishing the rune. You had a feeling that those lyrics wouldn’t just stay lyrics tonight…

They played another four songs that night. The crowd danced, jumped and screamed the words to their song passionately. You, on the other hand, was probably the most tranquil person in the crowd. You didn’t really know much about the band, let alone their music. So when everyone was constantly pushing you because they were too lost in the moment, you eventually tried to get out of the crowd and sat on the bar instead. Natasha was also too lost in supporting her boyfriend, that she almost didn’t notice you leaving.

Through the vibration of the crowd and the music, you had to really lean in to get Natasha’s attention and to get her to hear you. “Nat! I’m gonna sit in the back and wait there. I’m a little thirsty.” She had a giant smile on her face due to the zest the band inflicted. “Okay!” She yelled back, then carried on with her foxy moves.

You struggled to walk through the crowd, trying to not step on anyone’s feet as you made your way to the barstool. What you didn’t notice was, Bucky’s disappointed on his face when he saw you walking out on him. He noticed that you weren’t exactly as thrilled as anyone else. Although, he noticed your stolen glances as you shied away from him when he stared back. He even tried to wink at you once but you immediately looked to the floor, hiding away your blush. He swore he saw the way your cheeks reddened. Not that he wasn’t used to getting that reaction anyway…

You exhaled a breath of relief as you finally broke out of the congested mass of people. You sat on the barstool as you ordered a glass of rum and you waited as the music still reverberated robustly in your ears. You sat there as you started looking through your Instagram. Nat’s icon was the first one to appear in the row and you clicked it to see what you were expecting. She recorded a video of the band, then zoomed in to Clint, as he was ardently drumming the beat.

She put on a heart eyes and fire emoji with the text; “that’s my man!”. The next one was her and you singing along to the second song they played that night. You were able to actually mouth the words after they played the last chorus and you were a quick learner, so you memorized the repeated words easily after the third time. You scrolled through your feed a few more minutes until your order finally arrived.

“Enjoy, miss.” The waiter winked at you. He was probably in his mid-20s, he had warm brown eyes and a sweet smile. His dark hair was slicked back as you stared a little longer than you should. He was obviously attractive, but, you didn’t say anything back to him. You just smiled back in a friendly manner and uttered silenced thanks.

After sitting by yourself for about a half and an hour, like all good things, the show must come to an end. Steve Rogers concluded the show with a final thank you and goodnight as the spotlight shut down, like the drapes closing over a theatrical show. The crowd clapped and some of them started leaving, while others immediately went to the bar to quench the thirst from screaming along to volatile rock music and jumping up and down, getting lost in the tune.

Natasha patted your back as she jumped on the empty chair next to you. Thank God, she was quick on her feet, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get a seat. “Hey! God, I need a full shot of whiskey right now.”

“Yeah, go crazy.”

She scoffed. “Huh. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, back there.” She signalled the bartender to make an order. “So, what do you think? That was fun, right?” The cute bartender from earlier walked to her as he asked her what would she like to drink and she quickly replied.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.”

“Pretty good? They’re damn talented. Especially the drummer back there. He totally killed it.”

“Yeah, okay, they are amazing. But you know their music isn’t my kind of music, so can’t say I really enjoyed it that much.”

“Okay, but you must’ve at least enjoyed the view, right? Don’t think I didn’t catch you and bass boy making several eye contacts back there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You took another sip of your glass to cover your embarrassment.

“Oh my God, you totally do! Look at you blushing!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! Admit it! You like Bucky, don’t you?” She playfully pushed you to tease you.

“Oh my God, shut up Nat! You’re causing a scene!” You tried to lower yourself, now that you’re able to speak in a normal volume.

“Nope, I won’t stop until you admit it. Don’t worry, y/n, Bucky’s always been a charmer, so I totally get your attraction.”

That caused a peculiar sickness in your chest. It’s not like you were falling in love with Bucky, no. You didn’t even know him enough to like him. He may be an eye-candy but if he’s really as “charming” as everyone is saying, then that means, he’s one of those dangerous fuckboys that you should avoid at all cost. Because that means, he’s probably only going to manipulate you into thinking that he really cares for you, when in reality, he only wanted to get in your pants. Nope, not gonna happen to you. You weren’t going to be a new notch in his belt.

“Well, then that means he is bad news and that gives me even more reason to feel anything but attraction toward him.”

“Oh, no, y/n, I don’t mean it like that. He’s really sweet, and he’s always been the most chill one in the group. Trust me, you’re gonna love him. Just, give him a chance first, alright? I’ve known him long enough to know that he’s into you.”

“Into me? Nat, he doesn’t even know my name.”

“He will.” She winked again, as she took a sip of her whiskey.

Not long after that, Clint appeared from behind, without Nat realizing. He surprised her by wrapping her waist from behind as he whispered into her ears; “how’s my best girl?” Nat was slightly stunned but as soon as she realized it was her boyfriend, her expression instantly turned into a joyful one. “Hi, baby!” They immediately smooched as she wrapped her arms around his neck while standing face to face now.

“Did you like the show?”

“I loved the show, you guys killed it as always. Oh, and by the way, this is y/n, my number one bestie and the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. Now you finally meet her in person!” Her excitement was genuine.

“Hi, y/n! Heard so many great things about you, but you probably can’t say the same, huh?”

“No, actually I can. Nat wouldn’t stop talking about you every night even when I’m blatantly ignoring her.” You joked.

“Well, is that right?” He looked at Nat to assess the truth on her face.

“Yep,” you carried on. “She would say you’re hot, funny and kind, and all these wonderful things. Including the ones that I’m not supposed to hear.”

They laughed. They kissed once more, as Clint stood next to her seat, ordering a drink for himself. Next to you, you could hear Nat saying, “oh, where are the boys? Are they not thirsty?”

“They’re just packing up, babe, they’re gonna join us in a few.”

“Good, ‘cause I think there’s someone y/n would like to meet.” She teasingly wiggled her eyebrows at you, as you sent her a murderous glare. Your lips silently mouthed, “what the fuck?” but Clint picked up her tone and he quickly got the message.

“Oooh, who is it? Is it Steve, Bucky, Sam? Just let me know which one you like and I’ll deliver them at your door tonight, y/n. They’re all single and ready to mingle anytime now.”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, no, no. Nat’s just saying shit.”

She turned her head to her boyfriend and shook it. “No, I’m not. She and Bucky practically eye fucked on stage.”

You instantly slapped her arm, staring deadly into her eyes. “Ouch!” She put her hand on the spot that you struck, even though it wasn’t even that hard. Classic Nat. Dramatic as always. “Nat, you can’t just–”

Before you even managed to finish your sentence, she darted her eyes to somewhere behind you as she pointed at whatever got her distracted. “Oh, here they are!” She smirked. She raised her eyebrows at you before she stood on her feet and hugged the anticipated men.

“Hey, guys! Killer show back there!” Nat started hugging Sam and he kissed her cheek, and then she moved onto Steve and the last one to join was Bucky. You muttered ‘shit’ to yourself as you pondered on how you should act. Should you act like nothing ever happened during the show between you two? Or were you going to address the elephant in the room, and just straight up flirt with him, now that he wasn’t being so closely watched anymore?

You didn’t know which would be the best option so you just took a big gulp and drank down the entire glass of Rum you had left. Maybe if you were less sober, you wouldn't excessively overthink. You weren’t even sure whether he was really staring at you or not. For all you knew, he could be staring at another beautiful girl in the crowd that was standing beside or behind you. And if you act impulsively now, this would be like that cheesy moment on Rom-Coms, where a girl waved back to the guy who she thought was waving at her but it turns out, he was actually waving at another girl who was coming from the same direction as her.

Nope, you weren’t going to be that girl.

So you just smiled and nodded along as Natasha introduced you to the rest of the boys. You didn’t want to be rude so you sat on your chair, facing them with an interested look, even though all you wanted to do was just shrink and leave this goddamn place.

“Hey guys, here’s my bomb-ass bestie slash roomie. Her name’s y/n! Isn’t she stunning?”

When Steve was about to offer his hand to you, Sam immediately inserted himself in front of you and Steve. “Well, hello, good-lookin’. Can I buy you a drink?” Sam, being the cool dude he was, he leaned back against the bar counter on his elbows as he shamelessly flirted with you.

“Nope, thank you. I just had one.”

“Oh, you look like you could use another one. Here, let me get that for you.” He cued the bartender to make an order and you instantly tried to stop him, telling him that it wasn't necessary, but it looks like the bartender was already taking his order for you.

And then, out of nowhere, Bucky suddenly stooped in like a hero. “Hey, Sam, why don’t you back off? This one’s mine, alright?” That elicited a questioning look out of you. “Mine?” He didn’t even know you.

“Oh wait, so this is the one you told us about in the dressing room?” What the hell? You thought. They were talking about you as if you weren’t there at all.

“Yep, so why don’t you fuck off and get out of here before I get myself drunk enough to shit on your bed?” His tone was menacing but you could tell that this was a normal, daily conversation between the two.

“Jeez, alright. I’mma leave. You don’t need to wave your dick all over my face.” Before Sam moved to another spot, he patted you on the back and said, “good luck.”

What? What the hell was that for? The bartender came in with your order and served another glass of Rum right in front of you.

“You don’t need to drink that if you don’t want to.” He carefully spoke to you, as if he was trying to not scare you away.

“No, I think I need to. Tonight’s been a pretty crazy night.” You took a sip, the cold drink felt nice on your tongue.

He chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Oh, how crazy can it be for you? Isn’t this like, what you do, every night?”

“Yeah, but, you never really get used to it, you know? Sometimes you just wanna sit in the bar and have a nice talk with a pretty gal and hide in the booth or something.”

That… Warmed up your heart. Damn, if this is his way of flirting, it was truly working. You could see now why everyone was calling him ‘a charmer.’ He really had a way with words. And stares. His baby blues really know how to captivate you and froze you on spot.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He offered his hand to shake yours.

“I’m y/n.” You shook it with a smile.

“Did you like the show?” He asked.

“Gotta be honest with you, buddy, your music isn’t exactly my kind of music. But you guys were awesome.”

He paused for a moment as if he was contemplating what he was going to say next. “Think I got a little distracted up there.”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Cause there was this pretty lady in a red dress that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.” His gaze even grew more intense now. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Then his eyes darted to your lips, as he licked his. And before you knew it, he started inching his face closer to yours as he held his gaze on your plump, painted lips, while you could feel his breath more and more as the seconds went by.

And then… His lips were on yours. It’s like the clock just stopped ticking and every noise faded into the background and you were the only two people in the room. His lips felt soft against yours, and the way he licked your bottom lip made your head spin. You ajarred your mouth to let his tongue enter as it got tangled with yours.

You were aware that Nat, Clint and Steve who were having a conversation are now watching you like hawks, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Bucky’s hands grabbed your face, so he could have more control over your mouth. You were practically out of breath by the time he looked into your eyes, that are now slightly darker than a few seconds ago. He loved the sight of you, with your lips slightly swollen.

“Let’s go somewhere more secluded.” You could only nod and then took his hand after he offered you his as you got off the stool. He led the way and you couldn’t help but notice the glances that were thrown by several women along the way. They were staring at him with incontrovertible full of hunger eyes, one even shamelessly put her hand on his shoulder, as she coquettishly smiled at him. Bucky only smiled back and nodded at her but he kept walking with you in his hand.

Even if you were practically a pair, you felt invisible. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but not precisely on you. This must’ve been something normal to him, you thought. You weren’t used to big crowds and inundated with attention, and you weren’t used with unquestionably holding a stranger’s hand and letting him take you wherever he had in mind. But you did anyway, and you weren’t having second thoughts.

Bucky led you to the cramped lavatory and locked the door. The lack of space made it even harder for you to breathe when Bucky was this close to you. He pressed his body to yours, as he kissed you once more. Slowly, but you felt the spell in your bones. “All I could think about on stage was tasting those luscious lips.”

You were spellbound by his magic. You could barely speak another word when his baby blue eyes were looking at you so intensely like that. But you gathered every cell in your body to utter the words anyway, “do it again, then.” You boldly challenged him.

He grinned a Cheshire cat smile. He grabbed your face again and eagerly consume you with his mouth. He then moved his hands to the back of your thighs to elevate you onto the sink. He put his hand on your thigh and the other hand went to the back of your head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, while still kissing you even deeper.

He pulled away to stare at your distraught state and asked the question, “can I touch you?”

You licked your lips, as you nodded. “Please.” His mouth was on yours again, as the hand that was on your thigh moved to the bottom your dress, delicately inserted his fingers to feel you against your red lace panties. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he motions his fingers in circle harder.

Your breath quickened. Your mind was getting hazy as the second passes by. The right strep of your dress had fallen off of your shoulder, and Bucky utilized that opportunity to pull down the other strap and he began groping your breast, tenderly pinching your nipple. That elicited a petite yelp out of you. He groped your breast once more as he was still toying with your nipple.

He began kissing your neck, shortly finding your sensitive spot as you threw your head back. You shuddered. Your hands grabbed his hair, wanting to feel him closer. “Bu- Bucky… Please. I need to feel you.”

You didn’t wait for his response and immediately lifted up his shirt. You were stunned by the sight under the dimmed light of the bathroom. Clothes really didn’t do this man any justice. He should never be allowed to wear any coverups, ever again now that you had seen him. He was sculpted by the Gods themselves. His biceps felt robust in your dainty hands and the V-shaped line on his hips led to somewhere you really wanted to wrap your lips around.

Your hands quickly zipped down his jeans and his boxer along with it, and you didn’t hesitate in feeling his throbbing member right there, right then. It felt tremendous in your trembling hands, and you felt it getting harder with every stoke of your palm.

“Oh, fuck, doll, don’t stop.” His voice was raspy in your ears. It was the sexiest goddamn sound you had ever heard.

“Yeah, just like that. Go faster, doll.” He sucked your earlobe and his hand fisted your hair, making a mess out of it. You didn’t mind one bit. You wanted to be a mess for him and only for him. You somehow still managed to pamper him with all the senses you had left, even if your mind was clouded with every part of him.

“Bucky, put it in me. Please.” You begged with a quavering voice.

“Your wish is my command, doll.” In a second, he pushed into you and it sent an electrifying jolt all over your nerves. You threw your head back in mingled pain and pleasure. He felt even more full now that he was fully seated inside you. He lifted you from the sink and pushed you to the wall on the opposite.

You circled your arms around his neck as your back was slammed against the concrete. Then Bucky began thrusting vigorously. You shut your eyes and moaned his name. Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t. He kept his eyes wide open to watch you with full attention. He loved seeing the way you were drunk in him. The way you forgot your name more and more every time he slammed back into you.

He loved the squelching noises ringing in his ears, better than the melody he was used to creating in the studio. The sound of your heartbeat was far more gratifying than the way Clint played his drum. Oh, how he could write an entire album solely about you in this state alone.

“You feel so good around me, doll. So. Fucking. Tight.” Your moans became louder with his filthy words in your ears.

“I’m gonna make you mine.” This time, his voice was sultry. It was rather beguiling than mortifying.

His hips kept moving and out of you with a vehement tempo, and then just like that, you crumbled. You screamed your pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear you. Bucky was still moving, trying to reach his own climax. Shortly, he was with you. He unleashed his cum deep inside you, adding the mess that was dripping all over your thighs.

You were a beautiful mess. And Bucky loved it.

After a few minutes, coming down from your high, you breathed into Bucky’s neck, not wanting for it to be over yet. You were a little scared that Bucky was going to walk out and pretend nothing ever happened between you. You didn’t know how many bathroom stalls Bucky had brought different women to and fucked them silly right there. You had a lot do unravel about him, yet, you weren’t certain whether he wanted to let you in or not.

“You okay?” Bucky whispered into your ear. You only nodded, still a little hazy from ecstasy.

“I’m gonna put you down now, yeah?”

“Okay.” He slowly set you on your feet, as he was still staring at your face. You leaned against the wall, trying not to collapse. Bucky picked up his shirt and put it back on along with his jeans and boxer.

“Let’s get out of here.” Bucky offered you his hand, like the gentleman that he was as if he hadn't just fucked you into oblivion in a public restroom.

You took his hand with a smile. You didn’t know what was going to happen after you walk out of the door, but you were going to savour every second of being in his arm if this was going to be last time you’ll ever see him.

You went home with a contented smile on your face. You were like a teenage girl who had just been asked to prom by her crush. How could you not, when Bucky offered to walk you home and left a kiss on your cheek before he called it a night?

Natasha was going to stay at Clint’s hotel, so you were supposed to walk home alone. You knew eventually this was going to happen but Natasha and Clint used it as a reason so Bucky and you would spend the night together too. You didn’t mind one bit, though. You wanted to elongate your time with Bucky and your wish was granted.

You offered him to come inside and stay for a little while, you were secretly hoping that you could go for the second round, but Bucky only chuckled and shook his head.

“Not tonight, doll. I ain’t that kinda man. And you need rest. But I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” Then you and Bucky exchanged your numbers and he waited until you were really gone from his sight.

You walked up to your dorm with butterflies in your stomach and sparks fly all trailing over your footsteps. Thank God, Natasha wasn’t here. If she were, she would’ve relentlessly teased you all night and made you admit that she was right to coerce you to come.

And you would’ve had to admit that she was right. And you didn’t like admitting that you were wrong.

But tonight, you were going to admit it to yourself though. Sometimes, doing something that frightens you the most would endue you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.

And you were going to thank your lucky stars tonight for embedding Natasha Romanoff in your life because, without her, you would’ve stayed in your shell and Bucky could’ve fucked someone else in that restroom instead of you.

That might’ve happened in another universe, but not tonight. Tonight it was you and you were really hoping that you were going to see him again in your dreams tonight. You had one taste of him and it wasn’t enough.

Bucky texted you not long after you took a shower.

“Dreaming of me, yet?” Wink emoji.

“Well, if I were, I wouldn’t be texting you right now, would I?”

“That’s true, but at least you’d be drenching your sheets because of me and I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

“I don’t need you to do that, maybe I can use some toys in my drawers tonight. They seem pretty bored.” Thinking emoji.

“Oh, doll, you are killing me here…” Drool emoji.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll. Thinking of you here.”

You turned off your phone and the screen went black. You changed into your pyjamas and washed off the remnants of your makeup and let the slumber take over you.

Bucky’s face loomed over you, somewhere in a fancy balcony, the view of the city stretching over, added to the beauty of the scenery. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. The first couple of buttons were unbuttoned, giving you a majestic picture that he was. His hands that were in his pockets, took yours as you exerted yours to him.

He leaned in with a bright smile under his stubbly face, his blue eyes sparkled like Sirius star.

“Fly with me, doll.”

“What if I fall?”

“Then I’ll catch you.”

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Tom Holland - Our fairytale

Is this another disney-Tom fic? Yes it it. I’m masking my inactivity with another piece of fluff in Disney World. If you like this one, make sure to check Lost kid and True love kiss.

Plot: that story where two characters of a movie fall in love, or in this case two actors portraying those characters fall in love, even if they don’t belong to the same fairy tale

Tom is prince Eric and you’re Belle, and he’s just a jealous bean.

“Mommy, mommy! It’s prince Eric!”

A little red haired girl, that was probably wearing a wig not that well put, pulled her mother’s hand behind her and gripped harder the drawings’ book she has been carrying around all day. Her objective had been clear since she had woken up that morning; to meet all the characters that appeared in her drawings and make them sign the pictures. She had too a purple princess dress with small seashells and a small purse that was all decoration.

Tom kneeled down just as the girl reached him. Her eyes looked as if they could burst out of their pockets, jumping up and down in the spot of excitement. The mother, a middle age woman that looked done with the whole park, gave Tom a side glance to check he was no depredator and took her phone with her free hand.

“Hi!” she screeched, loud even above all the noise of the park that day. “I’m Marleen!”

“Oh, what a beautiful name!” Tom said in a high-pitched voice. “And what a beautiful girl!”

“Thanks” she giggled and twisted her body around the mother’s hand. “This is not my real hair, my mommy bought it for me”

“Well, it’s really pretty” Tom smiled warmly. “Are you enjoying your day in the park?”

The question led to a monologue from the little girl about all the characters she had met so far, and a thoughtful look through her drawings. Her smile was easily contagious, and Tom didn’t mind staying 20 long minutes under the sun, crutched in front of that cute girl. He commented every drawing and even made up some stories about the characters in them. The mother kept herself to the phone, not listening to the conversation, and Tom felt himself traveling to a different world.

Every time a kid asked for him, he left the rest of his life aside and became Eric, the prince of the little mermaid that had a charming smile and lived with Ariel in a big palace. Tom had been working as that character for almost five months, and he never got tired. There were too many good things that came with it; the smiles, the excitement and the fantasy he got to live meanwhile.

He was in the middle of a story about Ursula when Marleen seemed to see something behind him, and before he got time to turn around, she had already recovered and emitted another loud screech.

“Belle!!”

Tom was suddenly pushed aside when Marleen rushed past him and attached herself to another person’s legs. He didn’t have to look up to know it was you who had stolen the attention of the girl, but he wasn’t at all afraid. Once more, the mother looked poorly interested in the situation, and went back to her previous business after checked who was her daughter talking to.

Again, Marleen presented herself and explained who she was dressed as. You looked as interested as Tom in the story, though Tom ignored it in favour of staring at you. You were wearing a beautiful pale yellow dress that fell down your legs, barely touching the ground. There was a flashy necklace on your chest and a pearly ring on your finger. You weren’t the princess that used more make-up, yet Tom thought the soft red lipstick and the barely there Rimmel was perfect.

“Can you sign my drawing too?” Marleen asked, already opening her book. She shoved it in front of you and turned to look at Tom. “My friends are going to be so envious! I’m gonna tell them I met Belle and prince Eric!”

“If you are quick, you can meet Cinderella in the main square” you said as you scribbled on the page. “I heard she has brought some special friends with her”

“Mommy did you hear that?!?”

Tom barely noticed her arms circling around his legs before she took off running again, her mother screaming behind her. He chuckled as the pair disappeared in the sea of the people. It was only mid-day, and if they were thinking about staying until close-up time, he doubted the mother would be able to keep up.

A soft hand made its way to his, sneaking as if it was a secret. And in part, it was; because prince Eric was supposed to be with Ariel, and you had strict orders about sticking to the characters until the end of the day. You rubbed your face against his blue jacket, half wishing you would be alone at the moment.

Finally, Tom intertwined your hands together and gave yours a small squeeze. Your break was close, and if you were lucky you could still find some spot in the shadow to hide from the torturous sun.

“I was watching you way before she noticed me, you know” you mumbled, pressing yourself even closer to him. “You’re so good with them, and you look so cute”

“I’m not cute, I’m carrying a sword and I’m a prince” Tom chuckled, not moving from his spot. “You’re amazing, too. And beautiful – god, I swear they might want to remake the film and change the ending, because I can’t take my eyes off you with that dress”

“Aren’t you a gentleman, my prince. Do you say that to every princess here?”

“Only you. And Cinderella, of course”

You smacked his arm playfully, and in return, you were met with his lips on you. If someone saw you, you would probably have a lot of problems with your boss. He was very, very strict on the no-dating policy, or at least not kissing in the park.

Instead of pushed him away, you put your other hand across his chest and started playing with the black buttons of the vest he was wearing. Both of you were sweaty and spending time of your break, that was already short. Yet Tom didn’t push you away either, just angled his head so that the kiss wasn’t that awkward. He resisted the urge to stretch himself on the tip toes because you were taller than him, wearing just a small heel.

You pulled back when oxygen became short, and Tom just leaned again to peck your lips, swallowing your giggled.

“What’s got you so clingy?” you managed to say between quick kisses. “Someone’s gonna see us”

“And they won’t care, they’ve have seen us before” Tom pressed his lips against you once more.

“No, really” you pushed him a little bit. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything good. Just missed you, darling”

“Since this morning?” you raised an eyebrow when you got the idea why Tom was that clingy. “Or since you learned that I have a show today?”

Tom scoffed for an answer and you knew you were right. You both had talked about it – that you had to kiss other people for the job, and even act romantic about them. While in a normal day you didn’t have to do much with your partner, every week a Disney movie would get a show in the main castle of the park, and that week was Beauty and the Beast. Dancing, singing, wearing costumes – and following the original story, that said that Belle and Beast kissed at the end of the show.

He wasn’t really angry, he never was. And neither was you when he had to swoop Ariel off her feet and kiss her while fireworks ran behind them. But you had your days where it was hard, and Tom had a hard time saying he was jealous of a man who wore the Beast costume.

“You can always fight him with that sword of yours” you smiled at the blush on his cheeks. “But it might turn out bad, since it’s made of plastic”

“Shut up” Tom croaked out, confidence gone. “I have every right to be jealous, you’re kissing him almost every day! And – he get to slow dance with you, and kiss you, and –“

“And you’re the one who goes back home with me when the show is over” you interrupted him before he got carried away. “We can slow dance in the living room, and we kiss all the time even if we can get in trouble for it. You don’t have to be jealous”

Tom didn’t say anything else, just looked away. He knew you were right, that he didn’t have any right to be jealous and that he was pushing it by kissing you in the park. But at the same time, his brain was having a hard time walking past the need of hugging you close and flipping it off in the distance to the guy who played the Beast.

“If you want to, after the show we can go out for dinner. Tomorrow is our free day” you wrapped yourself around Tom, noses touching again.

“As long as I get to pick you up from the dressing room”

“As long as you don’t glare too much at Michael and don’t flip him off again” you half joked, thinking about how in your last show Tom had been giving your partner the puppy, angry eyes the whole time.

“Then we’re getting pizza and we’re watching a movie” Tom finished, kissing you once more, quick, time. “And I’m choosing everything”

“You’re lucky I love you”

If Marleen, the little girl that had been talking to Tom, saw Belle and prince Eric kissing and holding hands, she didn’t say anything. She just watched with an excited smile how them both leaned for a kiss once more, truly believing that she was a princess and would find his own prince.

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onelastfic · 2 years

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I posted 808 times in 2021

101 posts created (13%)

707 posts reblogged (88%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7.0 posts.

I added 518 tags in 2021

#callyieverse - 121 posts

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#oc - 72 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#this can apply to whatever neurodivergency but for me personally it's adhd and probably-autism-my-diagnostic-process-got-derailed-by-covid

My Top Posts in 2021

At The Ball 🕛

“W-Wow! Cindy, you look prettier than Brandy!”

“Oh, JJ… And you’re more charming than Prince Christopher.”

This is a belated birthday gift for @laylaylamode! We both love Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella so much and were so happy when it came out on Disney+. The outfits are based on the iconic looks from this beautiful scene:

https://youtu.be/LT2uorSLsGU

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My love and bias for sunshine bois really shows with JJ. His smile is like a sunny day. His smile is especially sweet when he looks at Cindy, his princess. Cindy loves her clumsy Prince Charming. They are so cute together. 😊

Artwork done by the talented @rainbowneonexplosion

18 notes • Posted 2021-03-19 02:55:10 GMT

AWWWWWWW!!!! I knew it! I just knew that Hades would be using a bident! The mythology doesn’t lie!

20 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 17:02:36 GMT

Future AU Basteta

“Ya wanna gaslight me? I’ll set that fucking gasoline on fire.”

“I know how to fight and I ain’t afraid to shove my Louboutins up ya ass.”

“Good mothers have a certain strength when it comes to shit like that. We have to stay calm, even if we don't want to, for the sake of our children.”

“Does my hustle offend ya? Good, that’s my brand.”

“I ain’t got time to work. I’m busy being with my family.”

This ✨✨beautiful✨✨ commission is done by @rainbowneonexplosion of MILF Basteta! Taller, older, and thiccer than double decker snickers. This bad bitch hasn’t let kids slow her down. Whether in the boardroom or in battle, she’s still a force to be reckoned with! You can't fuck with Queen B!

20 notes • Posted 2021-01-23 23:29:43 GMT

Sweep her off her feet

“This ain’t what they meant when they said princes should sweep girls off their feet, hot head?!?!”

“Probably not, but I’ve got my own way of doing things, kitten.”

“Ya fucking jerk…”

“Do you want me to put you down?”

“……no……”

“Heh, thought so.”

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Where Gods and other monsters alike have failed, Lacerta Butterfly is one of very few outside her family that is capable of making Nenet The Hellcat flustered. Though she’ll never admit less his head get any bigger.

Been wanting a pic of them in this pose for a while. It’s SO freaking cute! Hehehe, Nenet and Lars in one their signature moments. Lars is always sweeping Nenet off her feet (literally). This fabulous commission was done by the amazing @harchibudytgorichi! Great job!

Lars belongs to @kururu418

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First, lets give a big cheer to @harchibudytgorichi for this incredible cover art! This art and artist is fire!🔥🔥🔥🔥 Really adds a creative element that I can’t.

Additionally, for the Callyieverse I present to you my multi-chapter fic series that centers around my oc, Basteta.

I’ve actually had this pic for while but haven’t had the confidence to post it. I’ve never done a big fic series with my and other people’s ocs…I was really nervous (still am actually) but I really wanna get started (especially with ToM God Arc coming) and I think posting the cover art will be the first step I need to start the journey. Anyway, wish me luck and I’ll try to have the first chapter out soon.

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once upon a time | c. hart

❀ ⇢ requested: yes | no ❀ ⇢ genre: fantasy | prince!au ❀ ⇢ word count: 2.3k ❀ ⇢ a/n: so this was suggested to me a while ago by @disney-prince-carter-hart when she first came up with her new(er) url. i finally got around to writing it only to end up with 2.3k words and barely into the story so it will end up becoming a series most likely. updates will be sporadic since i won’t have much time on my hands but i am aiming to finish it soon. enjoy and let me know what you think!

it was a love destined to have a not so happily ever after. that did little to stop either of you from trying and ultimately continuing down the path of heartbreak.

⇢ posted: 06.09.19 . | . masterlist

- chapter one -

Once upon a time, there lived a prince.

He was sweet, and kind, and absolutely perfect. The kingdom adored him, would never fault him for anything. His hair was spun gold, eyes bright and shining. His smile could light up the entire room—and it did, on more than one occasion. He fought for what he thought was just, was a true gentleman. And he was yours.

Until the time came that he wasn’t.

Of course, it was to be expected. He was the crown prince, next ruler of the kingdom. And you?

You just happened to be the common girl lucky enough to catch his eye.

You didn’t ask for him to see you. It was the exact opposite. In the beginning, you couldn’t have cared less about him. He was just some pretty boy who happened to be born into the royal family. Your friends fawned over him when he rode into the village, gushed over his looks and his wealth.

Oh, how kind Prince Carter is, they raved.

Did you see? He looked at me! they yelled.

And of course, you rolled your eyes at them. Mindlessly agreed that of course he noticed you, Alexandra, how couldn’t he have? They were still your friends, even if they were swept up in the masses of admirers.

Everyone wanted their very own Prince Charming, and you couldn’t blame them. It just so happened that you were not one of those people.

When fate threw him into your path—literally—you were less than keen. The apples thrown from the basket in your arms certainly didn’t endear you to him.

And if it came as a shock to anyone that you managed to scold the crown prince within a minute of meeting him then hey, that’s on them.

You should start from the beginning, tell the story of your relationship properly. It wouldn’t do to miss anything important, would it?

The day you formally met Prince Carter was more than a little hectic. The entire village was a mess, organizing for the annual spring festival. The prince was sent into town by his parents to check on the preparations so far, though they really should’ve known better.

Sure, send the prince, you had thought bitterly, righting yourself after nearly being knocked over. The first sign of the prince caused everyone to come running. It was just unfortunate luck that you got caught in the middle of the impromptu mob.

You tried maneuvering around the group of people. Who cares about the dumb prince when there was still a whole list of things left to be done! Your attempts were foiled when your friends caught sight of you, dragging you right back in.

“They got hold of you, too, huh?” your neighbor, Travis, asked. Like you, he didn’t much see the appeal in Prince Carter. It might’ve been because his girlfriend was one of the girls fawning over him, but who could really tell.

You nodded in response, sharing matching grimaces. There was just no point in arguing anymore. The cries of the prince’s name surrounded you, the crowd of people throwing themselves at him and his guard only growing.

“Back, back,” one of the guards yelled, hand on the pommel of his sword. A horse reared up, widening the gap between them and the crowd as no one wanted to be crushed.

“Please, calm down,” the prince’s voice called out. “I only wished to see how far the festival preparations have come.” He smiled, though even from a distance you could see the crease between his brows.

Someone stepped forward and you could hear them informing him of what’s been done. More than likely, it was someone from the planning committee. You watched the prince nod along and thank him before he turned back to address the crowd.

He tilted his head, looking around with a calming smile. “Everything looks incredible so far,” he said, to the pleasure of those around you. “Please, continue on with what you were doing. I look forward to seeing the decorations once they’re done.”

With that, his group retreated back up to the castle. People milled about, gossiping as per usual. Breathing out a sigh, you turned on your heel.

“Hey, where are you going?” Travis dodged the hand grabbing at him and caught up to you.

Sparing a glance with him, you motioned around you. “We still have things to do.”

He rolled his eyes, laughing. “Take a break every now and then,” he called out, stopping and letting you walk away. Shaking your head, you vaguely gestured behind your back.

The next few hours passed slowly, the sun cutting its way across the sky. Your back ached from carrying baskets of decorations and food across the village, but you were almost done. All you needed was to deliver one last basket of apples to the inn and you could retire to your home. Slipping into a back alley that you knew was a shortcut, you ignored the pulsating throbs in your feet. Maybe you could stop by the apothecary for a salve, but did you have enough extra coin to waste?

Voices sounded from close by and you warily slowed. This was one of your preferred paths because you knew not many used it. Certainly not at this hour. Pausing by the wall, you strained to overhear their conversation.

“We shouldn’t be down here,” a voice hissed, one that you were unfamiliar with. The village wasn’t a very large one, who could it be?

There was a thud before another responded. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud. We’ll be fine,” they insisted. You absentmindedly shifted the basket in your arms, willing them to speak louder. A beat later and the man continued, “Besides, what’s going to happen to him, Phil? A fawning girl tries to force herself onto him?”

Muffled laughter broke out and the first one shot back, “See? This is why I’m ranked higher than you, Sammy.”

They were drawing nearer but you didn’t notice, trying to picture every Sammy—Sam, maybe?— you knew. What were they talking about, ranked?

“Ranked higher? You’re saying that like we’re not both part of the prince’s personal guard.”

The prin—?

The group rounded the corner quickly and a body slammed into you. The basket precariously balanced on your hip went tumbling from your arms, apples spilling out.

“Would you watch where you’re going,” you nearly yelled, your heart seizing. Your last job of the day, laying on the ground. Oh, you were never getting home.

It didn’t matter who it was in front of you, you were going to throttle th—

Your anger caught in your throat as your eyes trailed up to land on the absolute last person you could throttle.

Crown Prince Carter Hart, next in line for the throne, stared down at you. His look of horror surely matched your own. Oh no, you thought. It didn’t matter if you didn’t like him, that didn’t mean you wanted to run straight into him.

“You made me drop my apples,” you commented blankly, shock filling you to the brim.

The two giants—who you now recognized vaguely—standing behind him did nothing to help your nerves. They towered over the prince, who in turn towered over you.

You didn’t expect the prince to be quite so tall.

No, his height was the least of your worries. It didn’t matter if he was also even more attractive up close and that, for a moment, you could understand your friends’ odd obsession.

You were still fucked.

There was silence among the group as everyone processed the current situation.

“Carter,” the blond started as he stared intently between you and the prince, “you made her drop her apples.”

The prince swung around to gape up at him as the other giant snickered. “I didn’t mean to!” he told him, shifting back to look at you.

“I’m so sorry,” he winced, peering down at the sad apples. “I’ll pay for more, really. Just please don’t mention that you saw me.”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” the—apparently sensible—dark haired one said.

The blond hit his arm, “Shut up, Phil.”

Right. So tall, dark, and sensible is Phil and blondie is Sammy. You weren’t gonna lie, you were expecting the prince’s guard to have… fancier names. Or at least not Phil and Sammy. Besides, blondie looked more intimidating than… Sammy.

“What exactly are you doing here, Your Royal Highness?” you brought yourself back to the topic at hand. It was difficult to keep the disbelief out of your voice, but you thought you managed it well enough.

Your question was met with a blank look. The prince was probably startled that you’d even dare to ask. After all, you were just a lowly commoner.

“I-uh, well I–“ he began to stutter, causing your eyebrows to raise. This was wholly unlike the regal prince that you had seen earlier. It was almost endearing.

Almost.

The thought alone was dangerous. You would be a fool to allow yourself to think that way, because what could come out of it?

Absolutely nothing, that’s what.

The prince coughed, clearing his throat, before drawing himself back up.

“I was curious as to how the decorations looked from a ground view,” he spoke as though he was informing you of something incredibly important.

Nodding, you eyed him. Two could play at that game.

“So that’s why you and your guard were skulking around a shady back alley?”

The prince and Phil began choking in shock while Sam—you refused to call him Sammy—held back a laugh.

“She’s got us there, Carter,” he flashed a toothy grin. The grin unnerved you for a split second, leaving you with the distinct impression of a predator playing with their prey. Then, it dawned on you that he had called the prince by his given name, so casual in the way he said it.

None of them batted an eye at the lack of title. You found it interesting without meaning to. The prince allows his guard to refer to him without using his title? For some unknown reason, that surprised you.

“Might as well tell her since she already knows we’re here,” Phil reasoned.

Prince Carter sighed, avoiding your gaze. “I sneak out of the castle sometimes when I feel overwhelmed. I usually go off hunting in the woods, but I wanted to experience the village as someone normal. Phil and Sam are part of my personal guard—it seems like you’ve already figured that out. I just wanted to see the village.”

Phil stood behind him gaping and once again, Sam looked as though he was holding back a laugh. You, on the hand, were left reeling at his confession. To be honest, you were shocked that he was so forthcoming.

“I didn’t mean tell her everything,” Phil broke the silence with a barely restrained cry, staring at the back of the prince’s head incredulously. With that, the dam holding back Sam’s laughter broke. The prince snapped his head back to meet Phil’s eyes.

“I thought—“ you tuned out his response, too confused and baffled to continue. How was this group the crown prince—literal next ruler of your kingdom—and his guard. Surely they aren’t actually like this. And if they are, you didn’t know whether to be terrified or amused.

Mystified, you shook your head. Clearing your throat lightly, you brought their attention back to you. “As much as I’m… enjoying this, I still have more work to do and want to get home sometime soon. You have my word that I won’t tell anyone of our meeting.”

You eyed each of their reactions and didn’t miss the brief flash of—no, not disappointment. Why would the prince be disappointed to see you go? Surely, it had to be a figment of yo—

“Very well,” the prince smiled down at you, “as long as you keep your word.”

Behind him, both of his guards appraised him with surprised expressions.

Sparing a forlorn glance down at the abandoned apples, you made to leave when the prince stopped you.

“The apples!” he nearly shouted, scaring you half to death. “Do you need any coin to buy more? It’s the least I could do.”

“Oh! No, that’s fine,” you reassured him. “Besides, the street urchins and rats will be sure to make good use of them.”

The looks on their faces made you regret speaking before thinking. You rushed on to leave, a careless and hasty goodbye over your shoulder.

Once more, you were stopped.

This time, it was a loose hand around your wrist. It belonged to the prince, something you noted with wide eyes and a shocked face.

He hurriedly dropped your arm, rushing on to say, “I’m–your name. What’s your name?”

Looking at his hopeful and anxious question, you began to back up carefully.

“My name is y/n,” you replied softly, unsure of if he heard you over the wild thudding of your heart as you pivoted and fled. You were only a step down from running all the way home, ignoring the pain in your feet and the job you still had left. You could deal with it in the morning.

Flying into your house, you managed a greeting to your parents and continued on to your room. You don’t think you’ve ever been so grateful to have your own room, no matter how small. Sitting down on your bed, you removed your shoes and crawled under your blanket.

You just met the crown prince.

He was nothing like you expected.

He was kind, yes. And he was even more attractive than you thought. But he was awkward, almost painfully so. He was… almost normal. He asked for your name and you gave it. You had no choice but to, he was still your prince. You shook the thoughts from your head and rolled over. The odds of you seeing him again were slim, and the odds of him remembering you were even slimmer, you thought.

If only you were right in your assumption. Maybe you would’ve been saved from the heartbreak and pain in the end.

But alas, Fate had other plans for the two of you.

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