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[robloxmythoids]

hiiii :) could you pretty please do a (PLATONIC!!!!!!!) PartyGuest & kid reader where the reader's panicking because they're lost and Pest calms them down? kind of a hurt/comfot thingy I guess

(a drabble would be preferred but if headcanons are easier then you can do that instead!!)

poob & pest helping a kid reader !!!!

kid reader lost at the subway :-(

HIII IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG stuff got in the way :-( its extra long just for u tho as an apology !!! idk if you're into partybeetle (poob/pest) i kept their relationship vague so anyone can interpret it in any way . reader also really likes bugs 🙏🙏🙏hope u enjoy anony !!!!

Tears well up in your eyes as you aimlessly wander around what feels like the maze of your busy city. Your parents had deemed you old enough to start going home on your own instead of bothering to come pick you up, leaving you all alone in the middle of a city. Clearly, you didn't practice your route home enough, because you were anxiously trying to get home.

The city was big. Like, really really big. Big enough for a tiny child like you to hopelessly walk around, desperate to find any sort of familiar store or house. The soon to be setting sun makes your growing nerves flare, your eyes sting from the sight. You miss the warm wooden floors, the big soft carpet in the middle of the living room that your mom told you to stop laying on even though it was really comfy.

Shoving back tears, you stare down at the concrete, aimlessly walking around and traversing It feels like you've been walking for forever, and even though it's only been 30 minutes, it's too much for your little legs to handle. You pick up the pace, trying to walk faster and find your house and escape this horror.

Soon, you start running, dashing along the streets as your sort-of-too-big-bag hits against your back. Where's my house!? You think to yourself, tears blurring your vision. You're only a kid, you don't wanna end up on the streets!!! What if your parents never find you!? What if you end up as a kid on the back of a milk carton!?!? What if—

With blurred vision, you flinch as you bump into someone, jumping back. As a child, it's nothing to have to crane your head to look up at people, but this person is tall. Taller than you've really had to deal with. Sniffling, your eyes dart around, examine your surroundings.

A subway, you think, based on how dim it is now. You remember your parents taking you here when the car was broken that one time. How did you get here? You look back to person you bumped into.

They were tall, bright yellow skin and big blue eyes staring back down at you. A party hat sits lopsided on their head and one of those party horn things, the ones that you like hearing at birthday parties. "Huh?" They ask, peering down at you. Their fluffy hair bounces with their movements, looking blurry in your tear filled vision.

You open your mouth to apologize for bumping into them, but all that comes out is a choked sob. A few of the tears you were struggling to hold back cascade down your face, one, three, four, five, until hot and wet globs of salty liquid pour down your cheeks. It's too much. This is too much. You wanna go home, not talk to some random robloxian, as cool as their party hat was!!!

"Ah– Hey, don't cry!!" They quickly try to comfort. You flinch a little as they pick you up, holding you with somewhat ease and pulling you up to be eye to eye. They stare at you, a concerned frown on your face. "Whaddya doing here? Are you lost?!" They ask frantically, clearly not very good at comfort.

Still, it's good enough. Shakily, you nod, your throat feeling too closed up to let out anything that won't be embarrassing. The party themed robloxian blinks at you worriedly, not quite sure how to address the situation. They try to help anyways, thinking.

"Where r u coming back from??" They ask, tilting their head at you. You mutter out the broken answer of "*School,*" and they pout just as much as you at the mention of that wretched place. "Blegh." They mumble playfully, sticking out their tongue in mock disgust. "I hate that place."

Both you and the robloxian picking you up jump at the sudden voice of someone speaking, a voice a bit deeper than the one in front of you. You turn, blinking before shrinking back in surprise at the sight of him. Another robloxian, muttering something in another language.

He looks pretty standard for a robloxian, normal cap, porcelain white skin, a sweater with stylized red text that look like the Roblox logo on it in, just in a different language. What really gets you, though, are his manibles, chittering as they huff. Their eyes are a piercing red, a shade casted over their gaze from their cap. Normally, you would've been terrified, but they look like a beetle!! You love beetles!!!

"Pest!" The other person says excitedly, smiling happily at the beetle-like person. The name certaintly adds up. "Do u have ur phone on u? I forgot mine at home, and this guy needs to call their parents..." They ask, and he tilts their gaze towards you.

Pest just sort of blinks at you, clearly not having expected his (who you think is) friend to be holding a child in their hands. Still, he sighs, obliging. "Yes, I do, Poob." They murmur, fishing through their pockets and pulling out a phone. You squint. It's an android.

"Thank u!!" The party robloxian, Poob apparently, smiles. They set you down and Pest tugs you along to a bench, sitting you down inbetween him and them. You awkwardly sit there, stealing little glances at the beetle next to you. They have beetle horns. It's so cool.

Poob hands you the phone and you awkwardly fumble around with the keypad, trying to think. ...You sorta don't remember what your mom's phone number was. But that's okay!!! You can figure it out. You read a book that said your gut will tell you which one is right. Somewhat nervously, you try and find the right one. Settling on what you pray is the correct one, you hand it back to Poob, letting them dial it and wait to see if it picks up.

As Poob works on calling your parents, you turn to look at Pest sitting next to you. You stare in awe and excitement at him. Mandibles. Beetle horns. How cool is that!? You wish you had horns!!! Curiously, you reach out to him, poking their mandible lightly.

As soon as you poke at Pest, he jumps away from the touch, flinching back. He yelps something in that same language as before. He narrows his eyes on you and you giggle, wanting to feel the sharp edges of them more. "DO NOT." He hisses at you, clearly not sharing the sentiment as they lean away from you.

Giggling, you lean closer, all previous fears of ending up as a missing child poster forgotten as you poke at him again. Another yelp comes out of him and Poob chuckles behind you, watching as you torment poor Pest.

Eventually, Pest gives up to his fate. He mutters under their breath about being unable to hurt a child as you giggle and poke at them with excitement, feeling his horns and looking at his extra arms. Poob stifles their giggles as they speak on the phone to your parents, informing them of your location. You can hear Pest let out soft grumbles as you giggle joyfully.

Soon enough, the familiar sound of your mom calling for your name catches your attention. Poob and Pest look up, watching as your mom tugs you up out of your seat. "Bye bye!!" Poob does a mock salute, picking you up again and holding you up to eye level. They blow their party horn at you, and in response you blow a raspberry back, soft giggles escaping the both of you.

As Poob sets you down, you immediately rush to hug Pest, and he freezes in place. Still, he hugs you bag, giving you a gentle squeeze that makes you beam. It's brief, but comforting nonetheless. Your mom thanks them for the help and you walk away, beaming with the knowledge that you have two new friends. Maybe you should visit the subway more often!!

[bebemoon]

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[silmawensgarden]

Only an ocean away

Maglor x reader

Prompt: Sending you a request for Maglor x reader where reader finally brings him home from his millenia of wanderings on the shore? (Home could be to Rivendell or Valinor or where you think would fir best!)

Requested by: anonymous

A/n: I really liked this idea of coaxing Maglor back home to Valinor through Rivendell. I decided on a chance encounter for reader & Maglor. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for your request!

Word count : 1,8k

Warnings: none really

Today was a strange day, there was something in the air that felt heavy and familiar at the same time. Nevertheless you continued on your way back towards Rivendell. You had gone out for a few days to collect herbs in the nearby forest. The evil of Sauron had been subdued a small while ago. A small while for elves that is. The forest had once been filled with horrid creatures, nowadays surprisingly some incredibly rare herbs grew there. Despite some dangers from the remaining wild animals, the trek through was worth it. Your heart felt heavy at some point on your way back so you decided to change direction for a little while. Making your way towards the sea shore you finally felt yourself relax a little. It's been a while since you came here. The salty air reminded you of your home far away. Your home was in Valinor, not far from the shore. In your youth you used to come to the sea shore to play with your friends. The salty air made your heart yearn for those days with your friends.

You sat down by some rocks on the shore. The sand on this beach wasn't nearly as pearly white and gem like as in valinor, but it has it's own beauty. You've come to see Rivendell and it's surrounding environment as your second home. Out of nowhere a strange creaky sound came from behind you. Your breath hitched and you carefully turned around, ready to fight off whatever might be preying on you. However when you looked behind you, you saw nothing. You looked around with a confused look on your face. Then the sound came again. This time you saw something scuttle away into a cave. The last bit you managed to see was something that looked like torn clothes. Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly moved towards where you had seen the muddy red cloth.

As you stepped forward behind the rock you sat on you saw a crude little cave hewn into the rock formation further back. It looked like something moved in there. It could be a child... you thought. In that case it might've been lost for some time judging by the poor condition of the piece of cloth you saw. You walked closer to the cave to inspect whether you were right. Just before you managed to get to the entrance an incredibly hoarse and creaky voice shrieked at you from inside. You could still manage to understand that it was likely a male, but nothing else. Taking up all your courage you stepped into the cave entrance and were met with a rusty dagger in front of your face. Behind the dagger sat what appeared to be a malnourished and traumatised elf. The elf had no strength left in him as even trying to keep the dagger pointed at you cost him so much energy that his arm was shaking uncontrollably. He had dark eyebags under his incredibly blue eyes and his features were sunken. You caught a few scars on his arms while you took in his appearance.

You wanted to get him out of the cave and maybe even manage to get him some help in Rivendell. Poor man has been through it it seems. You decided to sit down and see if he understood any language you knew.

You tried Sindarin first, he seemed to respond to it but did not speak it. Instead he spoke back to you in a mix of what you could only guess was first age Quenya. At this point you regrettably had to thank your tutors from when you were young for forcing you to sit through Quenyan literature classes. Seeing no other option besides attempting to speak to him in Quenya you gave it your best shot.

"Hello?...Not fear me, I am friend, not bad. Who are you?" You managed to wrangle out some poorly formulated sentences. The grammar would have sent your old tutor in to a shock induced coma if he had heard it. It appeared to be the same for this elf. The expression on his sunken face couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than displeasure. So much for trying to be nice...

However despite his initial displeasure he decided to attempt to speak to you. You were having an awful amount of trouble understanding him. Not just because he was barely audible but also because you had slept through most of your literature classes. He spoke with a specific dialect that you couldn't place. Seeing how much trouble you were having he gave you a small smile and started speaking to you like you were a small child. Word for word, to see if you understood.

Now you felt like it was you who had been hiding in that crude little excuse of a cave.

After a little while of throwing words around with each other he had calmed down enough to understand that you weren’t going to hurt him. Slowly he came out of his cave and stood in front of you. It was immediately clear to you that this elf was much taller than you. By quite a considerable amount. It was a mystery to you how he managed to fit into that tiny space.

The two of you made your way back to Rivendell together. Walking slowly and taking many breaks as it appeared that your new companion could not walk very far for very long periods of time. He was so malnourished that his legs gave out frequently during the journey back.  During the journey you got to know each other better. The language barrier was still a big problem but you found creative ways to communicate with each other regardless.

After a full two and a half days of walking you finally arrived in Rivendell. You now also knew the name of your companion. Maglor. Maglor Fëanorion. It was surprising to say the least. But you dwelled little on the matter. By the looks of it, Maglor had already been through sufficient punishment. No need to lay any more on him. The healers rushed to take him to the infirmary so he could rest and gain some of his strength back. You promised him that you would visit in a few days once he is a little more stable.

A few days have passed and both you and Elrond have visited Maglor a few times. There’s been a rumor floating around Rivendell that Elrond could be related to the elf that was brought to the healers at the start of the week. You wanted to ask Maglor about it but weren’t sure if he’d tell you anything.

Things started to quiet down again as the weeks went by. Weeks turned into a few months and something started to grow between you and Maglor. At first it appeared to be a deep friendship but now it feels like it may one day be more. Only time will tell whether something could be between you.

Maglor was starting to make a speedy recovery now that a few months have passed. He no longer looked malnourished and could walk for a considerable amount of time again. His hair had grown fuller too. It pained you to remember how matted and gross it had looked when you first saw him.

However as time passes and seasons change so do our wishes. Your soul wanted to go home. So it became clear to you and a handful of others that you would be boarding the next available ship at the grey havens. You had talked this over with Elrond and a few of your other friends, one of which was Maglor.

He felt sad about your upcoming departure be he refused to let it show.

And so the day of your departure finally arrived.

It was early in the morning, the sun has just barely come out of hiding. You stood still on the docks, taking in middle earth for what would likely be the last time. You wanted to go home, but a tiny part of you was having trouble letting go. Maglor had promised to meet you before you left. The majority of elves had boarded the ship already, you were the only one stalling the departure. Finally you saw a figure in the distance that appeared to be Maglor. He ran towards you, pushing through the crowd of people to get to you as best as he could.

“I am sorry for making you wait y/n! I tried to come here as fast as I could. I overestimated my ability to run….I am unable to run as much as I once could.” He said, smiling sheepishly.  

You smiled back and stepped a little closer to him. “It is fine, do not worry. We still have time before the boat leaves.”

Despite Maglor smiling warmly at you he was being torn apart internally. One part of him wished desperately to come with you, but a voice in his head told him he wasn’t worthy of returning to valinor and that he should forever remain in isolation.  “I am not certain that I can go with you Y/n….I…I must remain here in Arda.”

You were saddened by his words but decided not to push him. After all it wouldn’t be the last boat to leave for valinor.  “Maglor, no matter what or where if you decide to leave to valinor one day, know that I’ll only ever be an ocean away.” You smiled the best smile you could muster. It was in this moment that you came to the realization that you loved him. Yet you now would never get the chance to say it. It was now truly time for the ship to sail out towards valinor. There was no way that you could stall it any further. You said your goodbyes and boarded the ship. A coldness came over your heart and a tear slipped from your eye.

Maglor watched as the ship sailed out, boring holes into your back with his gaze. And then right at the least expected moment something took hold of his senses and he threw himself into the sea. The coldness of the sea forced him to swim forward as he called out to you. The elves on the boat saw him struggling to swim and threw out a fishing net to catch him up onto the boat.

He was drenched to the bone and shivering, but his smile was warmer than the sun on a summer afternoon.

He didn’t care anymore about people’s judgements and what the valar would say of his return. All he ever needed was you, and now that he had you…nothing else mattered.

[nebulacollege]

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This time a couple of lore related ones. Clubs and cakes!

Anonymous asked:

I forgot if I sent this already so please feel free to ignore but are there any clubs at NC? What’s the most popular and what clubs are the main boys in?

Don’t worry, Anon, nobody knew NC had clubs in the first place lol

I haven’t touched their clubs since I wrote them a year ago, but here’s my list for now- And then I realised they’re all sport clubs, huh.

Anyway, for sport clubs they have: football (soccer for everyone reading it from the US), basketball, volleyball, tennis, horse riding, track and field, yoga (kid you not), archery, golf (yeah).

They also have electives which I mistakenly mixed up with being clubs as well! So these are not clubs, but classes they can choose to attend: cooking, botany, introduction to medicine/law, economics (business, management, finance), and quantum physics. You can skip all of those if you’re a jock and plan on having a career in sports or if your parents wrote a special request to skip it. You can also choose one.

I’m so glad you asked me this, Anon, it’d be so troublesome to fix it later in the story.

NC is considered a prep college for higher education among other things, this is why it’s so wild.

The most popular ones... I would assume that for sport clubs they are football, tennis and horse riding, and for electives they’re medicine, law, and economics.

Niall looks like someone who enjoys tennis and horse riding, so maybe one of those! He definitely has an elective, but I’m not sure which one, I didn’t think it though yet.

Ned is not in any sport club, but they really want him, especially their football team. I’m not going to tell you which elective he chose~ Sorry!

Edmund isn’t in any clubs yet, he needs some time to get used to the college and their curriculum.

Liam chose botany and really likes it so far.

Anonymous asked:

They have traditional cakes? WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE AND WHAT FLAVORS?!?!?! Sorry I love food and cakes

Got you, Anon! I'm so glad you love them <3 It’s a totally useless information, but for some reason it’s a fun trivia, at least for me. I won’t even use it in the story, most likely.

Unicorns have medovik (Russian honey cake) as their traditional cake. It matches their colour scheme perfectly, it suits Niall’s honey theme a lot and it’s quite delicious. It looks like something suitable for their tea parties.

Dragons have a Coffee and Walnut cake. I personally never tried those, but for some reason I think it rather suits them. It’s more... strict, compared to medovik, for example? Idk. Here’s the site where I took the picture from.

Ravens have Bûche De Noël, even if it’s not Christmas (in theory, they don’t even have Christmas...). It’s just a cake that I really want to try some day, and the fact that it’s a roll makes it so inviting, for some reason... It also suits Raven’s winter-ish aesthetic, as they have fir on their emblem.

And Snakes have... Coffee layer cake topped with a Swiss meringue buttercream. Wow that’s a lot of words. I guess it was supposed to be a coffee cake, but I really liked this one in particular, so here’s the website for it. It’s definitely something Liam bakes, but they can go with a simpler version if they want.

[news365timesindia]

[ad_1] Kanpur: The Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur has terminated the PhD programme of the then Assistant Commissioner of Police, Mohd Mohsin Khan, who allegedly raped a 26-year-old IIT-K research scholar, an official said on Saturday.The action to cancel the PhD programme of Mohsin Khan, a 2013 batch PPS officer, has been taken after a recommendation from DGP headquarters.Mohsin Khan was pursuing his PhD in cybercrime and criminology from IIT-K.Director of IIT Kanpur Manindra Agarwal said that they have received a letter from the police department stating that the NOC (No Objection Certificate) issued for Khan to pursue the PhD programme has been cancelled."Soon after getting the letter, the institute also terminated the PhD programme of Mohd Mohsin Khan, the then ACP Kanpur. The written communication has been made regarding termination," Agarwal told PTI.The IIT-K student lodged an FIR against Khan on December 24 on charges of criminal intimidation and defaming her.IIT-Kanpur's PhD student had stated in her FIR that Khan threatened her with serious life consequences and made objectionable posts with the intent to defame her by levelling fake charges.The ACP and his lawyer allegedly made a tweet and shared objectionable posts on social media platforms with the intent to defame her, the Assistant CP (Kalyanpur) Abhishek Pandey said.After receiving threats from Khan, the student told the police that she had confined herself to her hostel as she was scared of the consequences. She also told the police that Khan befriended her by falsely claiming to be unmarried and established a relationship with her. He later pressured her for physical intimacy under the pretext of marriage, Pandey said.She further told the police that every time she would bring up marriage, Khan would harass her. Unable to endure the distress, she approached the IIT-K's administration, including the director and professors, who assured her support.Based on her complaint, a five-member Special Investigation Team (SIT) headed by Additional DCP (Traffic) Archana Singh has been constituted to probe the matter, police said."The SIT has been directed to conduct a detailed investigation and ensure the case is disposed of based on facts and evidence," Deputy Commissioner of Police (South) Ankita Sharma had earlier said.Meanwhile, the SIT has given 48 hours to Mohsin Khan to record his statements in the case, an official associated with the SIT requesting anonymity said.  (Except for the headline, this story has not been edited by Republic and is published from a syndicated feed.) [ad_2] Source link

[news365times]

[ad_1] Kanpur: The Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur has terminated the PhD programme of the then Assistant Commissioner of Police, Mohd Mohsin Khan, who allegedly raped a 26-year-old IIT-K research scholar, an official said on Saturday.The action to cancel the PhD programme of Mohsin Khan, a 2013 batch PPS officer, has been taken after a recommendation from DGP headquarters.Mohsin Khan was pursuing his PhD in cybercrime and criminology from IIT-K.Director of IIT Kanpur Manindra Agarwal said that they have received a letter from the police department stating that the NOC (No Objection Certificate) issued for Khan to pursue the PhD programme has been cancelled."Soon after getting the letter, the institute also terminated the PhD programme of Mohd Mohsin Khan, the then ACP Kanpur. The written communication has been made regarding termination," Agarwal told PTI.The IIT-K student lodged an FIR against Khan on December 24 on charges of criminal intimidation and defaming her.IIT-Kanpur's PhD student had stated in her FIR that Khan threatened her with serious life consequences and made objectionable posts with the intent to defame her by levelling fake charges.The ACP and his lawyer allegedly made a tweet and shared objectionable posts on social media platforms with the intent to defame her, the Assistant CP (Kalyanpur) Abhishek Pandey said.After receiving threats from Khan, the student told the police that she had confined herself to her hostel as she was scared of the consequences. She also told the police that Khan befriended her by falsely claiming to be unmarried and established a relationship with her. He later pressured her for physical intimacy under the pretext of marriage, Pandey said.She further told the police that every time she would bring up marriage, Khan would harass her. Unable to endure the distress, she approached the IIT-K's administration, including the director and professors, who assured her support.Based on her complaint, a five-member Special Investigation Team (SIT) headed by Additional DCP (Traffic) Archana Singh has been constituted to probe the matter, police said."The SIT has been directed to conduct a detailed investigation and ensure the case is disposed of based on facts and evidence," Deputy Commissioner of Police (South) Ankita Sharma had earlier said.Meanwhile, the SIT has given 48 hours to Mohsin Khan to record his statements in the case, an official associated with the SIT requesting anonymity said.  (Except for the headline, this story has not been edited by Republic and is published from a syndicated feed.) [ad_2] Source link

[india-times]

24-year-old woman tonsured, dragged to jungle on panchayat diktat in Jharkhand

A 24-year-old tribal woman was thrashed, garlanded with shoes, her head tonsured and was left to die in the jungle by her family for refusing to marry a man of her their choice.

RANCHI: A 24-year-old tribal woman was thrashed, garlanded with shoes, her head tonsured and was left to die in the jungle by her family for refusing to marry a man of her their choice. The torture meted out to her was under the diktat issued by the Jogidih village Panchayat in Palamu. She was later rescued by the police from the Selari jungle of Tarhasi village and admitted to Medinirai Medical College and Hospital.

The woman’s parents had died eight years ago and she was living with her brother and two sisters. The marriage was fixed at Manika in Latehar by her elder sister who is already married. “They were forcing me to get married. And when I refused, they beat me, tonsured me, and dragged me into the jungle after parading me with a garland of shoes in the village,” said the woman.

According to villagers, the woman was to get married on April 20 but the ‘baraat’ returned after she refused to do so. Under pressure, she ran off to her sister in Latehar and was later brought back to the village by her cousin brothers after 20 days. The villagers were under impression that the girl was in love with someone and hence was refusing to get married.

“After her return, a Panchayat was called on Sunday. This time they were forcing her to tell her lover’s name, but she kept silent. Annoyed with her silence, the panchayat then issued the diktat,” told a local villager requesting anonymity. The girl then spent the night in the jungle under a ‘mahua’ tree and was spotted by the cattle grazers in the morning, he added.

Police said that the girl has been admitted to the hospital for medical examination and process of FIR has started on the basis of the statement recorded by her family members. FIR, however, was not registered till late in the evening while this report was being filed.

“A hunt for those involved has been started after identifying them,” said Gulshan Gaurav, office in charge of Patan police station. Some scar marks have also been found on the girl’s body including private parts, which is also being investigated, he added.

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

How about red? ❤

Red

how was your first kiss?

My first kiss was uh- Very sloppy. To this day, I don't know the guy's name, and I only vaguely remember what he looked like. We had been dancing together at a club, kind of closer to the wall as it was late, and then as a slower song came on I felt something wet on my chin. It took him three tries to actually find my lips (and my mind about 30 seconds to process wtf was happening).

He tried almost immediately to shove his toungue in my mouth, and the moment I more tasted stale beer than smelt it- I shoved him away and went home soon after.

As for the girl who gave me my second kiss- Definitely a way more enjoyable experience... Even if it was in a truckstop bathroom. ^_^;

what do you love about yourself?

I- I'll be honest with you when I say I don't really love myself, not yet anyway. It has been a long battle to even get to this point of finding contentment with myself, but-

I have a good sense of humor, I'm unnecessarily kind. I love that I'm good with animals, and I love my sense of creativity. I love my ability to find something beautiful in whatever comes my way, and how, when I really put my mind to something, I make certain it gets accomplished.

when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire?

That would have been a little over a month ago ,during the hiking/camping trip I had with my sister.

would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset?

I actually enjoy both!

The sunrise is always peaceful; the world is still slumbering, and the sunlight creeps softly across coppice and glen, gently brushing across the drowsy faces of my kitties.

The sunset is blazing glory, accompanied by the flicker of fireflies, the heady scent of homemade moonshine,and the laughter of my mom and our neighbors as they share gossip and ghost stories.

what’s the best thing about summer?

There are so many wonderful things to love about summer~

Summer is when all my flowers are in bloom, when toads and garter snakes seek shade beneath my pumpkin vines, when baby rabbits and deer congregate my scrap vegetable pile to feast upon what I share.

Summer is when earth-shattering thunderstorms roll across the landscape, creeks forming in both yard and driveway as the deluge overwhelms the now overly saturated soil.

Summer is the best time for wandering mountain creeks, collecting antique bottles and forgotten cutlery, squealing in surprise as a crawfish scuttles across my toes, bringing shivers that have little to do with the chilled water.

Summer is when wild raspberries and strawberries ripen, a bittersweet bouquet that lingers on the lips and fingertips till it succumbs to sweet tea and soft serve twist.

Summer is spending hours in a tree, playing pretend with neighbors and niblings and exploring worlds so much grander than our own.

Summer is staying out till nearly midnight, sharing stories and memories and wisdom and laughter with strangers and friends and family and past lovers beneath the watchful gaze of a starry sky.

[prettyyoungtragedy]

Can for a fluffy headcanon Steve liking to cook for you

Awwww… except he’s a shit cook! lol

A/N: Steve tries to cook and lets face it, the guy doesn’t know how to cook ok. Or at least in my mind he doesn’t! enjoy, drop me some feedback, or more headcanons, I love getting these from you guys!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Super cheesy ass fluff lol

Disclaimer: I don’t own this gif - Credit to its original owner!

You and Steve came from very different words, he spent his days Avenging, globetrotting while doing so, and pretty much saving the world every couple of years. While you were the complete opposite, your world consisted of books, and fantasy novel, little fictional universes for you to get lost in. 

That’s why it worked so well between the two of you. Because at the end of the day when you both came home, it was just you and him. The moment the door to your apartment closed, your worlds collided and became one of nurtured calm that you both had cultivated together. 

After a particularly shitty day, you came home in a terrible mood. 

As you walked into the apartment you shared with Steve, you dropped your bag at the door and kicked off your shoes. 

“Steve?” You called out, as you walked in. 

“Kitchen.” he replied. 

You walked into the kitchen to find him moving about, making dinner or at least trying to. It was a mess, there were dirty dishes everywhere, multiple cupboards open and open ingredients set on almost every counter. 

Steve stood at the counter, his hands in flour or some mixture of flour, you weren’t sure. “Hey sweetheart.” He said with a grin. 

You looked around at the mess and then at Steve. “Whatcha doing Stevie?” You asked, trying not to grimace at the mess he had made. You knew he was a bad cook, only you didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was bad at it. 

“I made dinner.” he replied, rather proudly. 

“What did you make?” You said, smiling at him and making your way over to give him a kiss hello. 

He takes his hands out of the flour and kisses you, without thinking he cups your face putting flours all over your cheeks and hair. You grimaced. 

“Oh shit sorry.” Steve laughed, moving his hands away from your face and kissing you softly. 

“So whats for dinner?” You asked, stepping back and dusting the flour from your face and hair. 

“Pie.” Came his response. 

“What pie?”

“Uhh the recipe said chicken pot pie. I’m not sure what’s the pot part of the pie but i’ll figure it out.” He said, 

“Uh huh.” You replied, trying not to laugh at him. “Are you making pie dough from scratch, baby?” You asked him. 

“Yes?” Steve answered apprehensively, his hands back in the bowl of flour and butter doing god knows what. 

“Did you put sugar in the pie dough?” You asked, picking up the sugar jar beside the bowl and looking at him. 

“What, no, I put salt.” He said, frowning. 

You placed your hand over your mouth, stifling the laughter now. It was a whole ass mess, Steve had completely gotten everything wrong. 

“Darling, this is sugar.” You laughed setting it back down. 

Steve groaned, and looked down at  the bowl in front of him “Fuck, well this is a waste then.” He grumbled. 

“I’m sure we can salvage it.” You said, feeling kind of bad at how sad his face looked. 

“Can we?” Steve suddenly perked up again, a smile on his face. 

“Sure.” You give him a kiss on the cheek and then attempt to help him salvage his now very sugary pie crust dough. 

thirty minutes later, the two of you are seated side by side on the floor in front of the oven, leaning against the counter, watching the ‘Chicken pot pies’ bake. 

“How much longer?” Steve asked for like the tenth time.

“Oh my god Stevie, stop asking that” You replied, with a sigh. he had spent the last twenty minutes asking when this was going to be done.

“This is taking too long, I need to feed you.” He grumbled, taking a sip of the drink in his hand. 

“Patience is a virtue, Captain America.” You laughed, and took the beer out of his hand, taking a sip from it. 

Finally the buzzer went off and Steve instantly jumped to his feet, grabbed the oven mits and pulled out the pies. His excitement was like a 5 year old child. Tossing off the mits, he grabbed two plates and set them on the kitchen table, placing a pie on each plate. 

You took a seat and waited for him, already knowing how bad this was going to taste but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that it was under-cooked and you could see by the ingredients he had used for the pie filling it was going to be terrible.

Steve takes a seat at the table and you picked up your fork, taking a forkful of pie and looked at him. He had an excited expression on his face. 

You at the first mouthful of the pie and almost immediately wanted to spit it out. There it was sweet because he had put sugar instead of salt and under-cooked and there was a weird after taste like he had put sour cream in it or something. 

But you swallowed the morsel because Steve was so patiently waiting for your reaction. 

“And?” He asked, grinning. 

“Mhmmm...” You raised your eyebrows a little animatedly, even though all you wanted to do was spit it out. 

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.” Steve said, and took a forkful of pie into his mouth. Almost immediately Steve grabbed a napkin and spat it out, pulling an utterly disgusted face. 

“Holy fuck, that is disgusting. what the hell!” He exclaimed, grabbing his beer and taking a long drink from it. 

“It’s not that bad.” You said, diplomatically. But you wanted to laugh so badly, 

“Fuck this, let’s just get take out.” Steve said, pushing the plate away from him. 

“Oh thank god.” You sighed. 

Steve looked defeated as he gathered up the plates and tossed the food into the trash. 

“Didn’t you taste the food while you cooked it?” You said, doubling over with laughter as you watched him. 

“No?” Steve said, pulling a face at you. This made you laugh harder, you stood up and walked over to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his face towards yours. 

“At least you tried. You undomesticated fuck.” You chuckled, 

Steve started laughing too, before he leaned down at kissed you softly. 

“you knew it was going to be bad didn’t you?” He asked softly. 

“Yeah... I’m sorry.” 

He kissed you again, “Thank you.” he mumbled, his mouth against yours.

“For what?” you asked,

“Being you.” Came his response. 

And you knew what he meant. Even though you had a crappy day somehow Steve had managed to turn it around for you and well, even though he was a shit cook, you still let him cook for you. It was the little things you did for each other that made this whole relationship so worthwhile. 

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[dirtyvulture]

GP!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by Ice Bear anon 🐻‍❄️: ok so i have a couple of requests because i have a couple of kinks but here is the first one and the one i probably like the most ... fem!reader has been wearing a skirt that's way too short and teased gp!nat the whole day. nat can't take it any more and drags her to their room to fuck reader's incredibly wet pussy from behind while she is still wearing the little skirt. Nat fucks her good and hard and readers asks for Nat to come inside of her.

lots of dirty talking as it's probably my favorite thing (slut-shaming kink, praise kink) and nat getting more and more aroused with reader's beautiful moans. And if reader can squirt and nat being really proud of it that'd be amazing!

Sorry if it's super detailed and super dirty but i know i can trust the GOD OF LUST to make an incredible work with this .. obviously if you want to and if the request is okay :)obviously anonymous because i don't want to expose myself that much,

AN: Thanks for being patient, Ice Bear. 😘

“Watch, I can make this shot,” Natasha says, balling up the scrap piece of paper and launching it with a flick of her wrist towards the garbage can. The paper bounces off the rim and lands on the floor.

“Well, it’s obvious why you never became a basketball player,” you say, walking over to pick up the paper. You bend over, and your already too-short skirt rides up the rest of the distance to show off that you’re completely exposed. 

Natasha’s eyes widen and she grips the armrest of her chair so hard there is a crack from the supports.

You turn to face her, noticing her death grip on the armrests. “You okay, baby?”

“No,” she says, clearly strained. “Because you’ve done nothing but tease me all day.”

“What do you mean?” You play stupid, putting a hand on your hip and cocking it out to the side innocently.

“Wearing that skirt...with nothing underneath,” Natasha growls, her voice deepening and you feel a jolt of arousal strike your core. “Do you think I have the discipline of a monk?” She gets out of the chair, looming over you. “Because I don’t, and now I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.”

You don’t even have time to protest when Natasha scoops you up, marching out of her office and across the hall to your bedroom. She tosses you lightly onto the bed and you roll onto your stomach, purposely lifting your butt high into the air to show off.

Something that can only be described as animalistic snarl fills the air, and Natasha’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you in place as she glides her cock through your wet folds.

“You’re practically already cumming for me,” Natasha says, hissing when her head bumps your entrance. You whine when she doesn’t slide in, pulling her cock back to slap against your butt teasingly.

“You make me so wet, Nat,” you pant, looking over your shoulder to see her humping against your butt. “You want to fuck me until I can’t walk?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move,” Natasha promises, and you feel your core throb at the prospect. 

“Please, baby. I need you inside,” you beg, hating the way you clench around nothing when Natasha’s cock is so close. As much as she makes you feel good, you love returning the favor and you know how good you can make her feel too. 

“You’re such a slut for my cock,” Natasha says, barely restraining herself from entering you.��“Are you gonna let me cum inside of you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you emphasize, your head spinning, ready to obey any of her demands tonight.

“Don’t let me down.”

She slides into you, and the fullness makes your stomach (literally) bottom out. You fist the sheets of the bed, moaning as Natasha stills inside of you for a few seconds. The way you clamp and squeeze around her cock has her throbbing already, making her a little hesitant with how long she’ll be able to last, but once she starts rocking her hips, she knows it’ll be a race to see who will cum first.

“Oh, fuck, Nat. Faster. Faster please,” you moan, already feeling you’re going to collapse under her. 

Natasha picks up the pace, grabbing onto a handful of your hair to pull your head back so she can grunt in your ear. “Like this, slut?” she says, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of her hips. “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod, too breathless to speak. Another moan rips out of your chest when Natasha slaps your butt.  

“You’re so big,” you gasp, your walls spastically milking her cock and Natasha’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

“But you’re taking me so well,” Natasha says, her nails digging harder into your hips to hold you steady. The bed shakes, the headboard knocking against the wall with each one of Natasha’s powerful thrusts. Your arms and legs quiver; you don’t know how much longer you’ll even be able to hold yourself up with your girlfriend filling you so well. 

Every time you moan, Natasha swears her cock gets harder. She’s almost the point of bursting, but senses that you’re a little behind, so she presses her front to your back, reaching around your hip to rub your clit every time she pushes her entire length into you.

You let out a strangled scream, the stimulation reaching the point of being too overwhelming. 

“Fuck Nat, fuck Nat, I can’t take it--” you plead, trying to swat her hand away.

“You’re almost there, baby. Let me help you get there.”

“You better cum inside me,” you demand. “Make me pregnant, Nat.”

“I...okay,” Natasha grunts, knowing better than to disobey you. She thrusts a few more times, harder and faster, and feels the coil in her stomach start to unravel.

“Nat...oh God, oh God...” Your orgasm seizes you and you can’t move as your vision goes white and slickness floods between your legs. Natasha feels you tighten around her so much she can’t even move anymore. She explodes, and you feel the pulsing of her cock every time she shoots her cum into your womb.

Something wet covers Natasha’s hand as she pulls it away, and she smiles when she realizes you’ve cum so hard you squirted all over her.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s my good girl,” she soothes, massaging your lower back. She pulls out when you’re loose enough and you collapse on your stomach, completely spent. Natasha lays next to you, wrapping her arms around you and holding you against her chest. 

“That felt amazing, Nat,” you finally find the words to say when you catch your breath.

“I know. You squirted on my hand,” she says, and you feel your cheeks redden. “Don’t be ashamed, baby. That means it was a really good one.” You duck your head to hide against her neck. “You want me to give you another good one?”

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ragefiric!

requested by: anonymous

a gender relating to raging fires, of course! one may also connect with fiery tempers or things getting burnt

etymology: rage - rage, fir - fire, ic - suffix

pronounced: rage - fee - ric

[ninja-tiddy]

Can I request a hug from you?

Requests are reserved for my followers off anon, but how could I say no. -

[uwuwriting]

Having a girl with an aesthetic w/ Shinsou, Aizawa and Bakugou

Request: Shinsou with an e-girl gf, Aizawa with a dark academia wife and Bakugou with an angelcore or cottagecore girl, please and thank you. - anonymous.

Yall, dark academia is my best friends’ and mine aesthetic and its so pleazing. Like god damn. Angelcore is amazing so soft and uwu. Do I even have to say anything fir e-girls? No, I would just do them an injustice. Love ya and sorry for the inactivity. 

masterlist 

rules

warnings: none I think. 

Shinsou Hitoshi 

-Yall match. 

-Like he wears dark brooding colors, mainly shades of purple to match his hair and maybe some greens while you on the other hand always have a black and red combo or some sort of stripped item of clothing. 

-You share beanies. 

-It has become an unspoken rule that you two will always go for beanie shopping every october. 

-Your style kinda changes according to the month. 

-Like during september you wearing mainly greys to match your sour mood bc school, during october since its spooky season you wear oranges and purples matching your boyfriend perfectly while January and December are red months. 

-Those are his favorite. 

-Red brings out the color of your lips making you look even more fearsome and badass, turning him on in the process. 

-Yes I said it, Shinsou will beg for red lipstick. 

-He’s semi worried for your hair. 

-You keep changing it and he doesn’t mind when you cut it, oh no he finds your bangs or pixie cut adorable. 

-He is worried when you change colors like you chnage clothes. 

-He liked all your phases. 

-The skank stripe and half-half ones  being his favorites but he will ask you to tone it down a bit give your hair some time to rest and regain their strength. 

-Yall paint your nails. 

-You will spend endless hours in his room just painting each others nails and doing face masks. 

-It brings out his edgy lord side, the nail polish. 

-As if the dark circles and that constant ominous look on his face doesn’t do it. 

-But you love it. 

-He looks so content when you two are just sitting there listening to trash rap songs and taking care of each other. 

-He loves it when you wear skirts with thigh highs. 

-Actually you can’t wear those anymore bc once he sees you you can’t really walk anywhere afterwards....

-He is all about your chains and chokers. 

-Like give him some he is jealous. 

-Baby really be thriving while dawning those fake silver chains. 

-If you are interested in more intracate make up he loves being your test subject and just lets you transform his face into whatever deity you want. 

-Tends to scroll through your tik tok because its full of witch toks and very very interesting cosplays and makeup stuff. 

-Somehow he found himself into anti trump tik tok and he cant get out..... then his fyp shifted to draco tok and he just gave up. 

- “Are you cheating on me with Draco Malfoy?”

- “Baby-”

- “Because I don’t blame you.” 

-Deadass has a whole folder on his laptop with couples outfits he wants to recreate at some point. 

-He’s just so wholesome. 

Aizawa Shouta 

-He really can’t understand how he managed to get such a fashion icon of a wife. 

-I mean have you seen the way this man dresses? 

-Head empty just Aizawa with pink sweatpants.

-Yeah so he really doesn’t get it how he managed that but he isn’t complaining. 

-I mean have you seen the dark academia aesthitic. 

-It gives Maraurders vibes and we stan. 

-He loves it when you wear long coats and those scarfs.

-They make you look like such a lady and so sophisticated and he lives for it. 

-He really likes the plaid skirts and pants, makes him think that he is living with an English lady or maybe a philosophy teacher. 

-Have I mentioned how much he adores your vintage book obsession?

-Going to old bookstores together and just browsing through the poetry books or the fantsy novels has become one of his favorite past times. 

-He tries to somewhat keep up with you but he struggles. 

-He really has no fashion sense but he wants to try for you. 

- “Honey you don’t have to dress up for me! I love you just the way you are.” 

-He loves you so much like omggggg!!!!

-Anyways. 

-Rainy days have become book dates where you just snuggle up together on the couch in a large fluffy brown blanket and you both have a book in your hands reading away. 

-He loves the little expressions you make when you are reading something interesting or staright up crazy. 

-He bought you your very own round -Harry-Potter-style glasses for your birthday. 

-You had been going on and on for some months now about how you wanted to go and buy a pair but you never got around to it. 

-Being a teacher at UA and a hero is kinda hard and a busy job so we get you. 

-You were so excited when he gave them to you. 

-Um for Halloween you two went as James Potter and Sirius Black. 

-He has the hair, okay maybe he is lacking that care free and cocky attitude but visually he does a good job.

-Seeing him in that suit oh boy. 

-Really your realationship is just full of Harry Potter references since you are kinda obsessed with that Era, especially the Marauders. 

-Hizashi is lowkey jealous because he could never get AIzawa to dress nicely. 

-You are special though!!

-You are the wife

-He does what you tell him to in reality. 

-He’s kinda wrapped around your finger. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-He gets flustered so easily.

-Like your aesthetic is so soft and angelic and compared to him people think you have a corruption kink. 

-He kinda feels bad bc when you dress like something god sent it because painfully clear how opposites you are. 

-He sees his rough edges and rude behavior more than usual and he may become self concious. 

-You will have to reassure him and remind him that this is a facade and that he knows your true evil nature. 

-You are a true menace.

-ANyone trying to fuck with your friends or your boyfriend? 

-They are getting round house kicked and yeeted out a window. 

-Back to your aesthetic. 

-Whenever he seas something pastel or colorful he wants to immediately buy it. 

-Especially pastel stuff.

-Pastel is your whole thing. 

-Pastel pinks, blues, purples, and greens. 

-He will buy anything, from a headband to a purse to a very very cute plaid skirt. 

-Kirishima and Denki are always so confused when he comes back to the common room with a few bags from womens’ clothing stores. 

-He never answers their questions of course. 

-He likes watching you make mood boards and create matching outfits. 

-Trying clothes in fornt of him is a must, a small fashion show taking place in your room every Friday night. 

-He likes to believe that you truly are an angel. 

-Your aesthetic is a combination of angelcore and cottage core so your room is split into two sides.

-One side full of plants while the other had pastel mood boards. 

-So pleasing. 

-You tried to shift him into your aesthetic once. 

-AND IT WAS ATRAUMATIZING EXPERIENCE.

-He looked so good in white and soft yellow but his mood was so so foul.

 -He had made you agree to never a) bring this up and b) try this again. 

-You have taken some photos though so not eveyrthing was lost. 

-You will never tell him that you have evidence of his cottage core moment. 

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Can you do a Scott pilgrim cuddling head canon With

Wallace

Ramona

Kim

Knives

And Envy

Cuddling

Fandom: Scott Pilgrim Vs The World

Featuring; Wallace Wells, Ramona Flowers, Kim Pines, Knives Chau and Envy Adams.

Requested by: Anonymous.

Warnings: Heaving kissing/ Making out and slightly suggestive themes (I mention sex a lot).

Notes: I’m so sorry this took months 😓...

Wallace Wells

• Wallace loves cuddling with you.

• He is definitely a big spoon.

• It puts him at ease having you in his arms.

• But he won’t mind too much if you want to be the big spoon.

• It makes his heart beat faster if you’re the one who suggested it.

• But most of the time he’ll be the one to initiate it.

• He might tease you a little at first about it, but that’s just to hide how much that makes him feel.

• PDA is already a given with Wallace, so he’d definitely be willing to cuddle in public.

• Like at a friend’s house or something.

• He also might just wrap his arms around you from behind if you’re talking to someone.

• He doesn’t care who teases him, he loves cuddling you.

• But he can take a hint if you’re not comfortable with that.

• Even if you don’t say it out loud, he can tell.

Ramona Flowers

• Despite her often cold exterior, Ramona actually loves to cuddle.

• But she will be unlikely to initiate it though.

• Don’t take it personally though!

• Ramona is just terrified of having her physical affection rejected.

• PDA is already something Ramona isn’t too into because of her fear of rejection.

• But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it.

• The more you two cuddle though, the more Ramona will become comfortable with initiating it.

• Late at night or early in the morning on the couch in front of the TV is Ramona’s favourite type of cuddle session.

• Cuddling with Ramona is a very special privilege though.

• And it often does end in sex.

• Also she’s usually the big spoon, but won’t mind letting you be the big spoon occasionally.

Kim Pines

• Cuddling isn’t really Kim’s style.

• She just doesn’t enjoy that amount of physical affection.

• Secretly holding her hand in public is as far as it goes with Kim.

• But she isn’t completely against the idea.

• All Kim really wants to do is please you.

• And if you want to cuddle, she will give it to you.

• Kim loves you dearly, even if she has trouble expressing it.

• Which is the main reason why she cuddles you.

• To show you that she loves you, instead of saying it.

• Don’t expect to be cuddled too often though.

• It often remains a loving imitate act but still non-sexual.

• Well, not always.

• Kim is def a big spoon for sure.

Knives Chau

• YES!

• KNIVES CHAU LOVES TO CUDDLE!

• Physical affection is her thing.

• She would never turn down an opportunity to cuddle you.

• Knives is the type of person to both show her love for you in her actions and just tell you out loud how much she loves you.

• Her only issue is that she can often freeze up or get cold feet.

• Knives is still only 17 years old, and this is one of her first relationship.

• And her first relationship was with a lazy pathetic selfish idiotic slacker who never showed her any actual attention or affection.

• Knives want to hold you all the time, and always wants you to hold her back.

• Please treat this precious baby right.

• Knives is the small spoon.

• And she will swoon if you initiate the cuddling.

Envy Adams

• Envy doesn’t care much for cuddling.

• She will never be the one to initiate it, and if you do the chances of you being turned down are high.

• Envy will often claim she doesn’t have time to cuddle, when really she just doesn’t want to.

• Ice cold bitch.

• But if you are persistent though, she will think about it.

• On the inside, Envy does really want physical affection though.

• But her pride is always the main problem.

• She can’t admit to herself that she wants to be held, let alone admit it to you.

• Eventually you will convince her though.

• Envy is a small spoon, but occasionally is the big spoon.

• She will really enjoy the first time you two cuddle.

• The silence might be a little painful for you, but Envy is just taking it all in.

• And she is starting to remember just how much she has missed this: to actually feel loved.

• It might even bring her to tears.

• This is one of the rare moments where you can see Natalie again, not putting up a fake persona or trying to be something she’s not or letting go of her pride for just a second.

• She’s fragile, so be careful with her.

[toruhalo]

water balloons

Request: Can I request Jerome x Reader?? No gender preference or anything so you can pick if you want but I wanted to see if you could do something where Jerome and Reader have a water balloon fight maybe.. -Anonymous

A/N: here’s some cute fluff uwu and btw there is NO SMUT i just thought the title was funny

Gotham was usually a cold and cloudy city, but this summer was possibly the hottest it’s ever been. Even though the crime hasn’t ceased, the heat kept everyone inside and glued to their air conditioners.

Jerome had just recently made his big escape from Arkham Asylum with The Scarecrow and Mad Hatter, which led him to lay low at the apartment you shared. The two of you began a ‘relationship’ after he was resurrected, as he realized how much he cared for you. You were distraught after learning he was caught and sent back to Arkham after just being reunited, you even offered to get admitted with him. He refused, knowing you would get extremely bored and he doesn’t want to put you in any danger.

A month or two later, he finally escaped. So here he was, laying his sweat drenched body on the couch, complaining about the heat.

“Doll, could you fetch me a glass of water?” he asked in a posh english accent.

“Why me? You have two legs. Two sweaty legs…” You said while pointing out his pale hairy legs poking out from his swim trunks.

“You’re the one who promised to take me swimming, and here we are.”

“Wha- It’s not my fault someone threw up in it before we got there,” you pouted. Jerome pursed his lips and crossed his ankles, indicating that he wasn’t going anywhere.

You sighed and peeled yourself off the leather couch, and grabbed two ice cold bottled waters from the fridge.

“Here you go-“ you toss one bottle at his face, but he grabs it mid-air just before it makes contact. He smirks and twists off the cap, pouring some over his head.

“I knew you were gonna throw one at my beautiful face. Can’t fool me.”

You roll your eyes and sit on the floor next to him, not wanting to stick yourself to the couch again. A few minutes of silence pass, and you’re starting to get really hot.

“Jerome…”

He grunts.

“Do you still have those water balloons from when you were going to drop them on random people on the street?”

Jerome gasped, “Be right back!” He leaped off the couch as graciously as he could, and ran down the hall.

While you wiped down the couch from your combined sweat, Jerome walked up carrying a tub of deflated balloons.

You smiled and grabbed the tub from him, “Let’s go fill them up!”

After filling the last balloon with water, Jerome lifts the tub above his head and the two of you head out the front door of your first level apartment.

He sets it down on the sidewalk and you walk up to grab a blue balloon.

“Who’s throwing firs-“

Jerome chucks a big red balloon at the back of your head, the rubber splitting itself on your hair.

You squeal and turn around, seeing Jerome looking away and whistling to himself. You squint your eyes and throw the balloon you had at your hand at his chest. The balloon bounces off his shirt and rolls in the grass, unpierced.

Jerome keels over and bursts with laughter at your failure. You pout, but begin to laugh yourself at your own demise. Jerome quickly picked up the defective balloon and successfully broke it on your stomach.

“That’s not fair! You’re stronger than me…” you exclaim.

“It’s not about strength, doll face. It’s about technique.”

You eventually are able to pop water balloons on Jerome, which leads to him taking off his soaked through shirt. Seeing his defined abs makes you very distracted.

You look back at the tub, but find there is only one balloon left. You glance at Jerome, and break into a sprint for it. Unfortunately, he makes it before you do. He cackles maniacally and stalks toward you as if you were his prey. You scream with laughter and run away from him, maneuvering yourself between obstacles. You realize you don’t hear his footsteps anymore, and you begin to grow worried.

“Jerome?”

No answer.

Without notice, strong arms grabbed you from behind and pulled you into their chest. You scream, not thinking straight, and ram the back of your heel into their genital region.

A loud groan comes behind your head, and you immediately know it’s Jerome.

“I’m so sorry! I’ll go get ice-“

“No, it’s- it’s fine. Doesn’t hurt that bad,” he said as his voice cracked.

You laugh softly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss the side of his head and whisper, “I’ll make it up to you…”

Jerome quickly scoops you up in his arms and enters the apartment, leaving the empty tub behind.

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Call me Daddy (Damien Darhk x Reader)

Request-Anonymous said: Hi, can you write Damien Darhk×reader, smut? Thanks 💕

Warnings-Wow so um Daddy kink and spanking.

A/n-💙

“Y/N, I’m home!” You heard Damien call from downstairs. You jumped in a little in suprise because you weren’t expecting him to be home, and it immediatly put a smile onto your face. Within a few minuetes you saw him enter the doorway to your shared bedroom wearing his normal grin as he walked towards the bed and gave you a quick peck to the lips. “You’re home early.” You said glad to have more unexpected time with him. He was always with the legion and any extra time was always appreciated.

“Yeah, decided we needed a break so we left early. Since im back, do you want to go out to a dinner or something?“ He questioned looking at you with that same big smile I fell in love with. "Actually im kinda just in the mood to watch a movie and cuddle in bed if its okay with you.” I asked with a hint of suggestion in my voice. He quickly nodded and and jumped into bed with me putting on a movie. We were about half way into the movie when a really rough sex scene came on. I had to admit it was actually begining to turn me on. The femals leader started to call they guy “Daddy” and it was having a bigger effect on me that I would have thought. I glanced over at Damien whose arm was wrapped around my waist and his neck snuggled into my shoulder. He was half asleep and I knew he must have been exhasted, yet i couldn’t get rid if the growing tension inbetween my legs.

Slowly I tucked my hands underneath the blanket and into the waistband of my black lace panties. Slowly I slid my fingers up and down my slit imagining it was Damien’s hand instead of mine. After I teased myself a bit, I inserted a finger into me and softly began to moan. It started out with soft whimpers of “Damien Oh, Damien” but quickly turned into “Daddy” as i picked up pace. I was on the verge of getting myself to the edge when i felt a hand cup my heat over the blanket, stopping all movement. I looked over to seeing Damien’s eyes boring into mine as they drew darker. “What did you just say, Baby girl?” He let out in a low deep whisper that made me wetter just hearing it. “I-I said Damien, I just didn’t want to wake you baby.” I stutterer back as I felt him move closer while pulling out my hand and replacing it with his own. “You know, Princess, you really shouldn’t lie to me.” He spoke with an authority in his voice as he quickly inserted two fingers causeing me to let out a deep moan.

"Me and you both know that you weren’t moaning Damien. Call me Daddy Baby.“ He continued as he rapidly pushed his fingers in and out if my core while applying pressure to clit with thumb. "Daddy” I let out softly begining to buck my hips into his hand wanting to get to my release faster. He took his other hand and held my hips down into the mattress. “Angel, I’m going to need you to be much louder than that. C'mon beg for it baby. Show me how much you want me.” He growled, moving his fingers faster and adding the come hither motion causing it to make my jolt and write underneath him. “Daddy Please, Daddy faster.” I moaned loudly letting him take over my body as i was teetering in my release. He could feel me clenching around his fingers and started to roll my clit around with his thumb, adding just tge right amount of pressure. “Cum for me sweetheart.” He breathed out and i came loudly and hard onto his fingers. He kept his fingers going trying to ride out my orgasm and when i was finished he let his hand their a moment.

I was breathing deeply and was a little embarassed he found about my secret kink. I was about to open my mouth so we could talk about it when he cut me off. “Don’t make a sound princess. Were not finished.” He said with a smirk and a mischevious glint in his eyes. I looked at him confused for a moment when he quickly pulled me out of the covers and onto his lap as he moved towards the bottom of out bed. I had my stomach and my core resting on his grey sweatpants while my ass was raised slightly into the air.

"Damien what are we-“ I was immediatly cut off when i felt a hard smack onto my butt. I let out a moan as i felt a rush if wetness go to my core. "What did I just say baby girl? Not a sound.” He spoke again. His voice was dominant and authoratative yet still had a slight hint if amusement in it. Whenever his rough side came out in bed it was always the best nights of my life but we had never done anything like this before. It was like something straight out of a fantasy i was always to shy to ask for. I was snapped out of my thoughts when another harsh slap hit my bottom. “That is for pleasuring youself while i was in bed next to you.” Slap. “That is for talking when i didn’t give you permission to speak.” He gave me two more slaps and I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise.

I was so turned on I tried to rub my legs together to increase the friction. My lace panties were rubbing up against my clit and i was biting diwn on my lip so hard i almost broke the skin. He gave one last slap, that was his hardest yet. “And that was fir calling me Damein instead of Daddy.” He massaged my now tender ass and pulled me into a sitting postion so I was straddling his thigh. I could feel how hard he was through his sweats and i couldn’t help let out a whimper. His hands grabbed into my hips as he looked into my eyes.

“i am going to wreck you, Doll.”