#black white checkered duvet

[vintheuk]

Master - Contemporary Bedroom An illustration of a master bedroom with white walls and a medium-tone wood floor in a size example.

[shadowshop2024]

(via "The Castle's Tower (Col. Black & White Checkerboard - With White Border)" Backpack for Sale by ShadowShop2024)

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Movie Buddy

Part 2.

In which xena does not spend almost a whole day setting things up and Ren doesn’t make a sacrifice for the greater good.

(They absolutely do)

Part three will be the actual date

Ren x Xena

She was impressed with her set-up, enlisting Kaito’s and Luca’s help to help ensure everything was done in time for Ren’s arrival.

The bottom floor of the cathedral decorated in purple fairy lights, the pews made into an open semi circle facing the left wall. The pews covered in large soft pillows and then smaller pillows placed in front of them, her duvet laid as the base on the ground with squish mellows Littering it, the tuck shop gets random ones coming in and it’s become a hobby to collect the strange but insanely soft items . she’s pretty sure she’s cleared out frostheim’s blanket supply, Luca bringing the softest he could find after Xena pleaded for his help, Kaito tagging along in a jealous rage as he thought she was going on a date with Luca.

She had one pew she’s cut in half and placed in the corner to work as a makeshift table, on their she had an array of snacks ranging from Ren’s favourites to new ones she found in the tuck shop. She had some bottles of drink, including one of Rui’s wine she thought they could have with dinner…if Ren likes wine, she felt the panic try to bubble it’s way too her as she quickly smashed it back down, an action she’s found herself doing repeatedly throughout the day.

“Urgh, I can’t believe you’ve done all this just for tha-“

Luca nudged him very hard as Kaito let out a shriek, smiling gently at Xena as she nervously paced around, rushing to the projector she burrowed from Vagastrom to ensure for the sixth time it’s working.

“It’s very sweet of you to put this much effort in your date xena.”

Luca encouraged her missing the way she froze as Kaito continued to pout at the fact she was doing this all for Ren and not someone he dubs more deserving himself.

“I’m no-it’s not a date.”O•O

She shrieked, Xena actually shrieked fumbling with a stray pillow she swiped from the ground as Kaito and Luca exchanged looks of disbelief.

She started pacing again, Ren was due in an hour and now they think it’s a date what if he thinks it’s a date, she wouldn’t mind but Ren would definitely feel weird about it.

Kaito let out a giggle as he watched the usually stoic Xena panic and Luca frowned in deep thought.

“You’re just friends?”

He questioned, he seemed surprised by the fact;something that Xena was definitely not trying to let herself spiral about.

“Yes just friends, bros if you will, compadres-ami-“ O_O

Luca and Kaito shared a worried glance as she paced in circles cutting herself off.

“So if we wanted to join you’d be okay with that?”

•_•

•_•

“No.”

Kaito let of a laugh of disbelief as Luca had a knowing smile on his face, Xena was in deep thought as a sharp knock on the door echoed throughout the room, Xena look at the two of them panicked.

Luca strode over to the door opening it wide as a shocked Ren awkwardly stood outside. He seemed to be on the same vibe as Xena, both wearing comfortable but nice clothes trying to look like they didn’t put an incredible amount of effort for their hangout, she was wearing dark blue checkered flared trousers and a cropped white hoody with an alien icon printed on it, her hair tied into two loose space buns. Ren was wearing a black sweatshirt with a white t shirt underneath and black corded trousers with a black leather jacket, the jumper had a small alien icon printed in the corner.

Wow, they’re even matching…

Kaito couldn’t help thinking as Ren scowled at him and Luca.

“Well! Hope you guys have a nice afternoon me and Luca have that thing in the vault-“

“We don’t have…oh yes we do let’s go.”

Kaito nudged Luca hard in the ribs as they both forced strained smiles on their face as they left the two alone for their date hang out.

The two now left in an awkward silence as Luca and Kaito quickly exited.

“you’re early! That’s good we can start now if you want oh this is the set up…what do you think?”

It’s the loudest and fastest Ren has ever heard her speak, as she becomes flustered dashing around to the nest area awkwardly showing it off.

“Oh I should turn the lights off! Wait one sec.”

She rushed over to the light switch, which was hanging half off the wall as she used a rubber stick to hit it; the lights switched off and Xena swiftly switched on the fairy lights, the room now becoming dimly lit as they become surrounded by the sparkling purple lights.

“It’s…holy shit-“

She lit up like the lights surrounding them as she saw the small smile on his face as he gazed around the room, they’ve only used the cathedral a couple of times for their movie night, it was usually quite run down but tonight Ren couldn’t help but think it looked quite beautiful tonight, a warm feeling enveloping him as he realised how much effort Xena put into this.

“I brought some more snacks and…this.”

He handed her a form.

An R&R form for the both of them for next Friday.

She blinked up at him in surprise, owlishly staring as she tried to figure out why; a blush formed on her face. Ren avoided her gaze and rubbed the back of neck as he suddenly found the fairy lights even more interesting as he tried to force the words out.

“The er…new alien movie comes out this Friday I thought…well since you’re such a big fan we could go, it’s not like I did it for you…or I did but urgh.”

He become defeated in himself as he slumped, the silence from Xena crushing his spirits as he got ready for rejection.

Instead, arms wound round him as Xena tightly hugged him, surprising the awkward Ren as he let out a strangled noise his arms in the air as he stared down at the girl who was currently hiding her face, she was maniacally grinning not wanting to let go of Ren and definitely too embarrassed to let him see how happy she was about this.

“You’re too nice to me-how the fuck did you even manage that?!?”

Xena murmured out, Ren slowly lowering his arms as he rested his hands on Xena’s shoulders.

“By owing that clown and the blindfolded freak a favour…but that’s a problem for future me.”

He answered with a wry smile, pushing Xena back as he finally got to look at the incredibly excited smile on her face, her cheeks dusted dark red as she grabbed his hand and guided him over to the nest.

“Whatever it is, I’ll help you with it!”

Ren couldn’t help a sigh of relief, if Xena was there to help him, whatever it is won’t be too bad with her around.

He dropped the food bag onto the floor just outside of the nest and pulled his boots off; before flopping onto it, he had to wake up at 4AM to ensure he could get the time to be with her this afternoon. Xena giggled as she followed suit, before sighing as she realised she had to get up to start the projector.

Ren huffed a laugh out at her actions as he watched her clamber over a pew and fiddle with the projector. He grabbed the giant octopus squish mellow, one she bought from the tuck shop after everything that happened with calamari went down-‘as a reminder.” It was so soft that Ren huddled it close to him, leaning his head on top of it as Xena clambered back over falling next to him as she picked up a pillow of her own.

The movie started and Ren and Xena got themselves comfortable.

———————————————————

They finished the third movie both needing a break as they started preparing dinner.

“Erm Rui got me this…if you wanna share it.”

She held the wine bottle up, Ren’s eyes sparkling as he clocked what it was, he hadn’t had the oppourtunity to drink since he started at jabberwock, either being too busy or too traumatised to get the energy to try and find some, he couldn’t actually go to Rui’s bar due to the risk of Haru bumping into him.

They were making pizza, waiting for it to cook as Xena poured the wine into two cat faced shaped mugs. She does also have a second wine in the fridge, a blueberry version that Rui was experimenting with, but she thought she’d save it for later if they wanted more.

The two getting slightly tipsy two glasses in as it turned out that the wine was insanely strong, Ren took the other half of the bottle as Xena plated up the pizza, both grinning as they went back to their nest, she quickly turned resurrection on and plopped herself closely next to Ren…so they can share the pizza of course.

Half way through the film they finished both the pizza and the wine. Giggling at the cheesiness as they leaned into eachother.

“It’s hot in here…”

Ren groaned out in annoyance chucking off his sweatshirt causing his t shirt to ride up, exposing the six pack hiding underneath it as Xena’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Yep…yep it’s definitely hot in here.” O_O

She forced herself to look forward at the movie and not look in Ren’s direction who was trying to hide his smirk as he caught the tail end of Xena checking him out.

“I have more wine if you want some? I haven’t tried it before tho, it’s an experimental one.”

Ren raised an eyebrow half paying attention to the movie as he looked at her intrigued.

“Let’s try it then Xe.”

She got up and paused the movie, running on all fours up the stairs Ren cracking up as she nearly fell down them.

Ren taking this time to check his guilds and games quickly, eyes widening as he saw the time, it was nearly 11pm, they still have an hour left of the film, he dreaded the thought of the clown coming to wake him up at 6 am tomorrow, it shouldn’t take him long to get back to jabberwock anyway…but if he does get the chance to stay here hopefully the clown won’t wake up Xena as well.

Xena came back downstairs, turning the film back on as she carefully poured out the drinks for them, Ren carefully taking a sip as Xena did the same both letting out noises of enjoyment as the sweet blueberry fizz quickly disappeared from their mug.

“Why the fuck does that taste so good?”

He took the words right out of Xena’s mouth as their mouth watered as she poured out another mug, only taking a Little sip so she can savour it for longer. It tasted like a blueberry bubblegum, the sweetness bursting on their tongue as a warm and fuzzy feeling overtook them.

“I’m cold.”

Ren complained glancing at Xena, the second bottle of wine making him more confident as he leaned back onto a propped up pillow that Xena was sitting against, his arm resting on the top bit of the pillow as he tried to appear chill.

He most definitely wasn’t cold but couldn’t think of a better excuse to get closer to her.

“Hmm, what a coincidence so am I~” o_O

Instead of leaning into him, she crawled into his lap Ren looking amazed as she did it semi-confidently, Ren was sitting cross legged and Xena fitting in perfectly as he automatically wrapped his arms around her, propping his head on her shoulder as she relaxed into him, leaning her head on his as they continued the rest of the movie, the two lulling into a comfortable silence, too afraid to speak in case that would ruin the moment as they focused in on the movie.

…The movie finished and so did the bottle of wine.

“Are we watching the other two?”

Xena asked, exhaustion dripping through her words as a tired Ren sighed snuggling into her neck.

“We should…”

He mumbled, slightly slurring as he went to lay down, taking Xena with him as she let out a slight yelp of surprise.

His arms curled round her as they were practically spooning, xena feeling more awake than she did previously as her heart jumped out of her chest.

“If we-um watch it I’ll have to get up and change the roll.”

Ren made a noise of disagreement as he held her tighter.

“We can also create a maybe comfier sleeping area…”

They’ve flopped onto the thinnest bit of the nest, she was lucky there was a pillow there or Ren and her would have a killer headache and it wouldn’t be from the wine.

Ren paused, releasing her from his hold as he made a sound of agreement. Forcing himself up as he starts setting out a proper sleeping place for the two of them as she goes to turn on Prometheus, a film that she knows they can easily fall asleep during.

She came back to see Ren waiting for her a plethora of pillows surrounding them as he laid an array of the soft blankets underneath them, she came to join him going back into the position they were in before as the movie started.

He grumpily pulled her closer to him, grumbling as he wrapped the other blankets tightly around them. Xena sighed in content as she immediately felt Ren crash out behind her, she watched the opening scene trying to ignore the pitter patter of her heart as she could feel Ren breath at the back of her neck, she tried to focus on the film but her brain had a million tabs open, the one being the most excruciatingly loud was the question if next Friday was a date…and how freaked out will Ren be when he wakes up in the morning.

[becrystalamazed]

🎶Voice in my head will soon be fed

(By the vultures that circle round the dead) 🎶

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ID: A fanvid of the character Wiley Sneak from the show Trapped! set to an abridged version of Fallen Leaves by Billy Talent. He is a young man with spikey light brown hair held off his face with a red bandana wearing a purple zip up hoodie and a cross between a leather jacket and a tailcoat over it. The video consists of clips from the show set in time to the music.

Intro guitar music: Wiley crashes through a wall and it crumbles around him. He does a cartwheel in front of a table of prop food. He stands in front of a key hanging from the ceiling, reaches for it, grabs it, holds it to the camera then jumps through a hole in the floor.

'I hitched a ride': POV of a boat on rough water heading to a tower.

'Until the coast': Wiley stands at the front of a row boat, looking through a telescope. The camera angle changes to reveal the boat is full of scared children.

'To leave behind': Wiley stands in front of an organ and strokes the hooded head of the organist

'All of my ghosts': Wiley strokes his chin thoughtfully, framed by candles.

'Searching for something': There are five booths behind a conveyer belt. Wiley switches between them left to right with the pulse of the music.

'I couldn't find at home': Wiley peaks out the foot of a bed covered with a black and white checkered duvet. He cups a hand over his ear in a pantomine listen.

Music: Wiley is crouched down, pearing over the top of a table with the cups. He taps the one furthered from him. A hand lifts a different cup to reveal an eyeball. Wiley slams his hands against the table in frustration, again in time with the music.

'Well it gets dark in Pigeon Park': The screen fades in from black, and Wiley is rubbing his eyes, but as he pulls his hands away his expression changes to a leer.

'Voice in my head will soon be fed': Wiley fastens multiple locks on a cage and pantomine whistles.

'By the': The cage is raised, it's full of scared children.

'Vultures': A vulture on a beam.

'That circle round the dead': Vultures and crows fly around the cage of children as it is raised further.

Pre chorus music: The camera zooms away from a girl looking out of a window, birds flying past. Wiley gives a exaggerated sigh.

'In a crooked': Wiley jumps up behind a small tent.

'Little': Wiley pops up from behind a table.

'Town': Wiley pops up into the foreground from under the camera.

'They were lost and never found': Wiley peers into a carved pumpkin in a field of carved pumpkins, the scarecrow starts attacking him with elongated arms, Wiley freaks out.

'Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground': Camera zooms out from Wiley's eyes, he is being caressed by two puppet plants and looks uncomfortable.

'Run away': Wiley runs past the camera frantically.

'Before you drown or the streets will beat you down': A room of green fog, Wiley rises from it, changing from lying to sitting as he stares intently at the camera.

'Fallen leaves, fallen leaves': Wiley is in a orange room dramatically gesturing to a pile of orange crates, then a yellow room dramatically gesturing to a pile of yellow crates.

'Fallen leaves on the ground': Wiley yanks his arm out of a plant pot and stares in horror at the green hand that emerges from it.

'Run away before you drown': Wiley has a long yellow snake around his neck, and directs its head to face the camera, his expresion blank.

'Fallen leaves': Wiley looks away, digusted, from a machine behind him covering in green goo.

'Fallen leaves': A woman dressed elaborately in a pseudo-Georgian style laughs into a mirror, Wiley peers over her shoulder and is horrified by whatever he sees.

'Fallen leaves on the ground': A close up of Wiley shaking his head disappointedly, the camera pans away to reveal he is sitting crosslegged behind a turned off floor light, all others in the room turned on.

'Run away before you drown': Camera zooms away from Wiley's eyes to reveal he is having his face prodded and stroked by two reanimated corpses, he looks very nervous.

'Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves': POV the inside of a werewolf's mouth with sharp and disgusting looking teeth, Wiley reaches in and pulls one out, only to jump backwards scared as it begins shaking in agony.

'On the ground': Wiley slumps onto the floor, knocking over a tower of multicoloured crates. The screen fades to black as the song ends.

END ID

[parmacordis]

My grandmother ( my father's mother ) used to be a baker. She would always bring about her famous sugar cookies when a family gathering was to happen, and she would contribute to bake sales that happened at my school. Her cloudy grey eyes held such emotion in them that it was impossible to tell how she was feeling sometimes. She would usually show how she felt through her baking. I developed a key to deciphering her words and insults that she embedded in her sweet treats.

If she didn't like you, she would bake lemon bars with too little sugar. Bitter lemon bars were a sign that you have offended her in some way, shape or form. If she liked you somewhat, she would bake you peanut butter cookies. They were good as well, but they were not the same as what she would bake for the people that she loves. The people that she considers family.

You would wake up to the smell of sugar and chocolate, only to find out that she has been baking up a storm in your kitchen for the past couple of hours. Chunky brownies, cake in a cup, sugar cookies, peanut butter cookies, red velvet cake, cake oops- she would make it all for you. It was a sugary feast that the fairy godmother of baking would bless you with.

All of this is just more of a reason why her death hit the family so hard. I was sleeping over at her home oneday, her ranch styled house in the middle of fifteen acres, when I suddenly got a horrible gut feeling that I needed to check on her. I carefully moved aside the cloud-like duvet to place my feet inside the black and white checkered house slippers before I went to check on her.

Her home was always warm. The walls covered in photos depicting different memories. One was from when we visited Niagara Falls four years ago, another from the time she baked a cake for my brother's twentieth birthday. She had slipped on something and lost her grip on the container that held the cake inside it, tripped over it, and landed flat on her face. The camera took a picture of that moment. That exact moment. My brother sat on a wooden dining room chair with white cushion on it in the middle of the photo. Our mother and father were to his left, our grandfather to our right awaiting his wife and the cake. I was behind the camera. As a smile took residency on my brother's face, it happened. Our grandmother dropped the cake then tripped, she hit the ground, I was running to her, my brother was running to her it was chaos. She ended up breaking her nose, and my brother felt horrible. We all spent the day with her when she was released from the hospital. Her nose being in that cast meant she couldn't smell the happiness that she was baking, which I think is what she liked the least during that time. Not that she dropped the cake, not that she broke het nose but that she could not smell what brought her family joy. She can still very well see it and feel it, but she could not smell it.

With how much she loved to bake, grandma considered this the worst thing to of ever happened to her. Eventually her nose healed and she went back to being able to smell her delicious creations.

I always wanted to learn how to make what she made, bake what she baked, write recipes that would become hit makers, I wanted to learn it all. She is my idol, the woman that I aspired to be like. And I did become similar to her. I spent as much time as possible with her when I was free from school and archery club things. I learned the secret recipe for her sugar cookies, I even was allowed to use her favorite apron when baking them for the first time. All of the memories that I made with her will be treasured for a lifetime. Which is why I broke down the most when her funeral came around.

As I said before, I was wearing my black and white checkered house slippers when I walked through the loving home to her bedroom. I knocked on the door once and waited. She didn't answer. I knocked again. She still didn't answer. I began to grow worried and I opened the door.

She passed away in her sleep. She did not have an illness that caused this, she was not on any medication that could have caused her death. She is just, dead.

I think that is the only time that I have ever screamed so loudly in my entire life. I was screaming like if my arm was just severed from my body. I called my brother in a panic after not being abke to shake her awake. He called our dad, and then the both of them came over. Grandpa was out getting them some coffee from a local coffee shop when he got the news. He left his order on the counter and rushed out after getting the call.

Her funeral happened a week after her death. We all wore black and stayed solemn. Well, most of us stayed like that. I had to leave the funeral early due to how much I was crying.

I felt a huge hole was just put in my heart. My grandmother, my idol, the woman I looked up to- she's dead. I had to keep telling myself that she was dead, otherwise I would be freaking out all over again.

But, something didn't sit right with me. She was so healthy the day before. She went for a jog on a local trail with my grandfather yesterday, she ate two full plates at Lady Diane's Diner, and she went for another jog on her property after that! It really makes no sense as to how and why she would be dead the next day.

When my suspicions grew to be too much, I knew that I had to do something about it. I had to find out what really happened the night she died.

hey dead tumblr account, i'm alive. i don't come on here often, i'm more active on a different site called quotev. my username is @ dewpod and i also write over there occasionally. i mainly just chill online since being a senior in high school is stressful enough. but ejoy this shit show of writing :D

zephyr, he / neos, DID haver

[saturnisfallingdown]

does it ever stun you how perfectly things just so happen to work out sometimes

[ID: A screenshot of an IKEA listing for BRUNKRISSLA, a duvet cover and pillowcase set selling for $34.99. The sheets are a large checkered patten, in orange, white, and various shades of pink. To the side of the listing, are options for black + white and green + blue variants. End ID]

are you kidding me. the dan and phil bedsheets come in a perfect lesbian color variant .

[cutebedroom]

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[angryschnauzer]

Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

I do not run a tag list, but if you go and follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and hit notifications, you’ll get an alert to any new stories i post. All previous fics can be found on there or on my Ao3

Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

-

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

-

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

-

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

-

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom. 

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised. 

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

-

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind. 

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.

[lonelyyinchicago]

buttercups and daisies

pulling a large woollen jumper over her head, lavender pouted at her girlfriend. parvati moved a couple of dark curls away from her eyes as she sat up against the headboard.

“what?” she asked sleepily, looking up at lavender.

“you said we’d go out today.”

“we will” parvati told her. “you know i’m slow in the mornings.”

lavender nodded slowly as she crawled back up the mattress towards her girlfriend. as parvati opened her arms, lavender rested her head on her chest. lavender felt a gentle kiss being pressed onto the top of her head and raised her chin to make eye contact.

“i love you” lavender said into the silence.

parvati stopped running her fingers through lavender’s hair momentarily. she heard lavender gulp and placed a second kiss on her girlfriend’s head.

“i love you too” parvati told her. “now let’s go.”

“okay.”

lavender nodded, holding out her hand. parvati took it, letting herself be dragged from the warmth of the duvet. lavender left her to get ready while she put a few things in her hand-embroidered tote bag. parvati had gifted it to her on their last anniversary, the image of a bunch of lavender charmed to gently sway.

facing the cupboard lavender didn’t notice parvati enter the kitchen until a pair of arms slid around her waist. leaning back into parvati’s body, lavender closed her eyes.

“i’ve got some strawberries, local honey and bread. do you want any other snacks?”

parvati shook her head and made her way to the back door. slipping on a pair of black ankle boots, lavender followed her girlfriend down the path of stepping stones to their back gate.

parvati opened the gate, bowing sarcastically as lavender past through. lavender rolled her eyes but interlocked their fingers and led the way up the grassy path that ran the behind the row of cottages. the metal kissing gate creaked as lavender went through it first, but she paused, waiting expectantly for her kiss before allowing parvati through too. parvati smiled softly as she leant forward over the swinging gate to connect their lips.

unraveling a red and white checkered rug, lavender gestured for parvati to sit down next to her. there was a soft popping sound as the jar of honey was opened and parvati giggled. fishing out two champagne flutes, lavender poured a glass each, watching with a smirk as her girlfriend’s eyes widened.

“what?” she asked innocently.

“nothing” parvati said, shaking her head. “i just love you, that’s all.”

lavender blushed as she held out the second glass.

“i love you too.”

lavender leant back on the rug, staring up at the blue sky. the early october sun was warm, and she shielded her eyes from the brightness.

“do you think that cloud looks like a snail?” lavender asked suddenly.

parvati lay down next to her girlfriend to get a better view. she squinted up at where lavender was pointing.

“err not really. no! wait.” parvati rolled her head to the side. “it does if i do this.”

picking up a strawberry, lavender held it just above parvati’s lips. she parted them slightly to bite it, leaving half still attached to the stalk. finishing the other half, lavender sat back up, reaching over the edge of the rug towards a small cluster of flowers. parvati watched curiously as her girlfriend picked a single yellow flower. she frowned when lavender placed it below her chin, tickling her somewhat.

“what are you doing?”

“testing to see if you like butter” lavender replied simply.

“you know i do.”

“the flower says otherwise - and the flower never lies.”

“how can you tell?” parvati asked.

“well when you hold it under someone’s chin, if the skin glows it means they like butter” lavender explained.

“give it here then” parvati said, taking the buttercup from her girlfriend’s hand.

she looked into lavender’s light brown eyes as she shuffled closer. she held the flower tentatively under her chin, squealing in delight when she saw the glow.

“it’s glowing lav! you like butter!”

lavender giggled, moving forward to rest her head on parvati’s shoulder. over it, she could see a patch of daisies, the sunlight reflecting off the bright white petals.

“you ever made a daisy chain?” lavender asked, pulling away from her girlfriend’s body.

“no.”

“come here then” lavender said, standing up and holding her hand out.

she led the way the shirt distance to the flowers and crouched down. she selected them carefully, making sure not to crease the petals. parvati quickly joined in, cradling the plants gently.

“right” lavender said once they were back on their picnic rug and they’d laid out all the flowers, “start with just one and split the stem.”

lavender demonstrated as she spoke and parvati eagerly followed her instructions. she cursed quietly as the stem snapped entirely in two.

“hey” lavender said reaching out. “it’s okay.”

she waited patiently while parvati successfully retried with a second flower.

“right, now take another flower and thread it through. yeah” she added, nodding encouragingly.

parvati grinned, looking up at her girlfriend once she’d got the hang of it. after five minutes of dedication, lavender sealed the chain. she looked across the rug at the expression of pure concentration on her girlfriend’s face.

she reached forward and gently placed the flower crown on parvati’s head. parvati looked up at the light contact and blushed.

“you look so pretty” lavender told her, mesmerised by the way the sun was making her girlfriend’s eyes glow.

parvati blushed even more darkly and she fumbled with the flowers in her hands. taking them in her own, lavender helped her finish the chain. holding on with one hand, lavender’s other hand moved up to parvati’s neck, pulling her towards her.

she felt parvati smile against her lips, opening them ever so slightly. there was no hesitation as lavender kissed her more passionately than before, wanting to prove that she would give anything and everything to be with parvati. parvati seemed to understand as she pulled away to look lavender in the eye.

she fiddled momentarily with the spare daisies in her lap before looking back up at the woman in front of her.

“lav?” she started, her voice cracking a little.

lavender looked at her, suddenly concerned: “yeah?”

parvati took a deep breath before continuing.

“will you marry me?”

parvati held up the small daisy chain ring between her fingers, but maintained eye contact with her girlfriend the whole time.

“yes” lavender whispered, looking from the flowers to the woman opposite her. “yes yes yes!”

parvati exhaled shakily, adjusting herself to push the fragile ring onto lavender’s finger.

“it’s perfect” lavender said, looking down at it. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too” parvati assured her. “forever.”

[atinykidult]

Fhdhdhdh it's okay we all have a life. I recently started school, I have chinese tomorrow. But it's mostly been introductions and stuff. I had to write a paper already for english about a movie I like and why. I ended up writing 8 paragraphs 😅.

I'm excited to meet my chinese teacher, I have her first thing in the morning (like 8:30) so early 😭. Anyways my dad was talking to me about it and was telling me stuff I could say to my teacher like "good morning teacher" and "how are you". My mom kept saying "you can say that to her" and just 😂 it would be weird because it is a response to "good morning class". I am excited to start and finally learn chinese and more about the culture. But ANYWAYS. Done talking about school! pt.2

I GOT NEW BED SHEETS AND I PAID FOR ALL OF IT MY SELF. Not the most exciting thing but most definitely an achievement. It's a checkered black and white duvet and duvet insert with white sheets. And I got this 50" x 60" mustard yellow blanket to put at the end of my bed. So soft 🥺 BUT. HOW ARE YOU LIZ!? tell me about your day(s) talk to me about life. What was fun or cool. Or something you hated. 👀 I want to here about it all! pt.3

I hope Chinese goes well!!! What movie did you write about? And I relate haha I had an assignment for Eng that turned out just like that—it was like a meme where “oh, it’ll take ten minutes top!” and then it turns into three pages and... “oops” HAHA

That’s so sweet! Your parents are amazing, giving you all those little phrases! I hope you can use them—and let me know how it goes!!!

NEW SHEETS ARE THE BEST! And definitely!!! Good for you, Hannah! 🎉 That’s honestly a rite of passage? Plus, those sound lovely! And yellow?? THE BEST!!

I’m alright! To be honest, I’ve been doing this thing where I’ve drowned myself in school/extra research/reading, so I know I’ve withdrawn a bit from social life/Tumblr... I’m having to work on that! But besides that and occasional angst from college stuff like apps and credits transferring, I honestly think I’m good!

I have been enjoying things like the mornings being cooler, the sunsets being nice where I live, and those kind of things, you know? ^^ Counting your blessings 💗

Also! I just wanted to say, thank you for being a wonderful friend, Hannah! I feel like you reach out to me a lot, and it means the world! So, just, thank you 🥰 You’re such a light, always stay you!!!

[scarredmischling]

burgundy: how often do you make your bed? what do your favourite bedsheets look like?; mahogany: what is your favourite musical instrument, in terms of sound?; and lipstick red: if you could live one day with no one recognising you, what would you do?

Usually when I can I do. I can always tell when Hetzen has slept on it or been on it because it smells like him and there are wrinkles left, even when he tries to smooth it. It’s nice. His smell is good. My favorite sheets are my grey and black checkered ones. They’re very very soft. That’s my duvet, anyways. My sheets themselves are white.

Hm. Instrument? Either piano or... I don’t know. Maybe a cello. The vibrations are nice.

A day without being recognized... Does this include myself? I assume not, I assume I’d know who I was. I think I’d go to Paris and just spend a day away from everything. Hetzen would worry, but I’d leave a note and be back by sundown. I’d drink wine and live normally for just a day. Just one day without being scarred.

[buttercuppete]

tucked in [peter parker]

spiderman stumbles upon you failing to pull an all nighter for your final [2.3k words]

warnings: none, all fluff

a/n: this is the first fic im posting im sorry for typos and errors aa

One would have thought that Spiderman would immediately retire to his home after his nightly escapades of keeping a safe neighborhood. This was partly true, concerning that he was a superhero by day and genius student by night, but he rarely ever came back to his own home to relax. Today, just like most days, Peter was tiptoeing at the sides of a certain apartment complex, his sight aimed at the second window from the left.

It was such a common occurrence for him to be sneaking into this specific window that anyone who was watching could probably presume that he lived there. This was not fact - he only found comfort in taking nightly visits to one of his best friends.

As much as Peter enjoyed taking the piss out of you by surprising you, he still had some morsel of integrity in him to always message you before he would sneak in. Though it would’ve been an interesting sight, he didn’t want to end up seeing anything beyond his or your boundaries.

It was almost two in the morning when he finally finished up with his vigilante routine and daily report, which was nearly three hours after the usual time he came. His squashed sandwiches were long consumed, and he had a few cuts and scratches to tend to. He almost decided against coming over to your apartment tonight, but god knew he needed some sort of blessing to make his night. And unsurprisingly, that blessing was consistently you.

Parker had checked his phone prior to arriving at your complex, considering that it had vibrated in the middle of his brawl with a convenience store burglar. A few reactions to his new story, some messages from his project group chats, and a missed video call from Ned - yet he couldn't help singling out a certain message that came from you.

you like hot choc n cheese pizza ?

It was sent five hours ago, which promptly sent him into a flushed frenzy. He didn't even bother sending back a reply, but clumsily shoved his phone back in his backpack and swung around downtown to get to you asap.

It seemed quite off-putting to Parker that your lights were still on at this hour. For a moment, he thought that something had happened to you, and his little heart jumped in immediate panic. With a peek at your window, his fears were well buried by the fact that you were leaning over a stack of papers on your desk.

With one quick motion, he was easily able to slip into your room without any noise. He had planned to crawl on the ceiling and surprise you, but upon closer inspection, he noticed that your head was resting against your forearms and the slow and gentle rising and falling of your shoulders. The absence of some snarky remark or a flat, exasperated sigh that normally came from your awareness of his presence signified to him that you were asleep.

If he wasn’t the typical Peter Parker, he would’ve cooed at how cute, even adorable, you looked. But he was, and he couldn’t stop himself from feeling heavy hearted at how tired you probably were. Scattered around your form were papers full of notes and graphs in various ink, almost two to three math textbooks filled with post-its, and several pre-calc quizzes similar to his own. It hit him that for the past few days, you had especially been worried about the upcoming math final to the point that you regularly skipped on movie and lego dates with MJ, Ned, and him to study. He always knew you were extremely hardworking and always liked coming out on top, but sometimes you went too far and pushed yourself too much. The last two days he had visited, he could barely squeeze in a conversation between your constant scribbling and typing.

It kind of made him happy to finally see you rest up.

“Hey, are you asleep?”

He almost cracked a laugh from how stupid he sounded. It was probably ridiculous for him to be asking you when you were obviously sleeping, but he just wanted to make sure.

He took a few moments to compose himself, pulling his mask off and taking a seat at the edge of your bed. Parker then took the liberty to examine your room more, eyes trailing from your black and white checkered duvet to the painting-filled walls, to your prized collection of finished remade-into-lego wonders of the world, then back to your desk. This time, his eyes landed on two distinct things - that while you were sleeping, you still had a bright yellow highlighter in your hand which bled plentiful on your notebook, and that there were two pairs of mugs and plates on the table. And with connecting two and two together, he could already assume that it was what you had asked him earlier - homemade hot chocolate and cheese pizza.

It tugged at his heartstrings a little when he saw that neither of the hot choco and plates had been consumed, which, in his head, translated into you waiting for him to swing by before taking a bite or sip. To be fair, he was true to an extent.

Whenever Peter slipped in your room at night, he usually stole away at your secret stash of chips not only to bide some time, but also to catch up on his very late dinner. You knew his superhero lifestyle wasn’t exactly the healthiest, and he had been so kind to you lately, so you wanted to pay him back with a kind gesture.

[If you were being honest with yourself, you’ve already been leaving food out for him. The drawer for your secret stash didn’t leave itself ajar, after all.]

Peter loved your hot chocolate recipe. It was a lovely concoction of lukewarm cocoa and milk that complemented the big marshmallows that floated atop. He didn’t hesitate to take a big gulp of what he assumed was his mug, which had an endearing, kiddy Spiderman design at its front. The taste engulfed him like a tight hug, and he ended up nearly finishing the whole drink within a minute. It didn't initially strike him that he was this hungry.

After he devoured a big bite of the cheese pizza, he observed your sleeping figure with utmost silence, unconsciously taking note of your soft and patterned breaths. For a moment, your breathing stopped, and he nearly jumped from your sudden movement. He thought that you had woken up from his movement, but it turns out you had only changed your position by twisting your head to the right.

...Which meant that you were facing right at him, your lips slightly parted and messy hair and all.

If only you were awake, you would have caught sight of a wild Peter Parker blushing the brightest red. Fortunately for him, you weren't, and he was able to contain himself from showing anymore signs of flustered. It took a few minutes for him to compose himself, because staring at how peaceful and heavenly you looked whilst having a tiny crush on you did not help in the slightest. He couldn't help it, though. There was a reason why he kept on coming over even though you never asked him to.

And there must be a reason as to why you never stopped him.

Parker could stay amazed at how soft you looked all night, but something, for whatever reason, felt wrong to him. It was only with enough observance that your eyebrows slowly started to furrow inwards. Perhaps it was his spidey sense telling him that something was wrong, but he was unsure if that kind of power applied to more mundane situations. Either way, his internal qualms were squashed by the fact that you started shifting in your seat, grunting and huffing. Clearly, you were uncomfortable.

Peter Parker didn't want you to be uncomfortable.

No one would, really. But the next thing he knew, his arms were already placing themselves just below the creases of your knees and the small of your back, lifting you up from the terrible bed of a wooden chair. His mind was buzzing with all sorts of thoughts: I can't believe I'm doing this, I’m totally going to wake you up, good god you're so pretty, I kind of want to kiss you, but you're asleep. The noise in his brain was so loud that he failed to recognize the yellow highlighter you were holding dropping to the carpet, and that he nearly tripped on it. Thank God he wasn't dumb enough to do so, but it still woke you up.

Well, kind of.

You were in an odd, hazy state. The only thing you could see was the bottom angle of Peter's face, and you immediately cracked a smile. He looked at you, horrified for a quick second, expecting you to be annoyed at him for making a commotion. When all you gave him was a big, crescent-moon-eye-smile, it became clear that you weren’t exactly in the most conscious state.

“Parker! You pervert,” you say in an unnaturally loud voice, “look at you, sneaking into girls’ bedrooms at night.”

He panicked, shushing you. God knows what he would do if your parents suddenly busted into the room, and what interrogation he would receive upon being seen carrying you. He found it a little funny with how your words were slightly slurred and how you talked even with a large kindergartener-esque grin.

“For your information, I literally sneak only into one girl's bedroom every night,” he huffed, laying you down on the soft surface of your duvet. “And that's you.”

“Aw, that’s pretty nice of you, Spiderman.”

He giggled at the manner of how you garbled, lids just half closed from how sleepy you still were. It was probably a given that you weren’t conscious to fully understand what was going on, and it was so tempting to fool around with your current state [in the most appropriate context]. And although Peter Parker could be a ridiculous asshole sometimes, he was one who was deeply in love with you.

You cozied up under the blanket he tucked you in, resting half of your face under the soft material. Peter watched your eyes instinctively closes at its fluffiness, and his heart instantly clenched as a reaction.

“You comfy?”

You nodded fervently, eyes opening and fixating on Peter. He had a small smile on his lips, as he tugged on the edges of the blanket so you were fully covered.

In some crook of Peter Parker’s teenage brain, he felt a little tempted to take some photos of you as blackmail to tease you about, but he was much more content with your soft, drowsy form. He couldn’t help feeling sleepy himself, thus promptly yawning as he tucked you in.

“Did you see the hot chocolate?”

“I did, it was really good.”

You smiled. “Okay, I made sure to make it extra chocolate-y, just for you.”

Although your eyes were closed, Peter’s cheeks flushed involuntarily. “Just for me?”

“Of course.”

As if it was an instinct, he mimicked you by silently mouthing your small ‘of course,’ with the tip of his nose wildly turning a violent red.

You always, in some way, sent his heart into a frenzy. He preferred to chalk it up to you being charming, even though in the back of his head, his undeniably massive crush on you was probably the reason. Maybe he could’ve gushed over you a little more, but as he saw you yawning for a second time, he realized that he was pretty drowsy himself.

Your eyes opened slightly, catching sight of a sleepy Peter Parker, his jaw mid-open from his yawn. Out of whatever pity was in your heart, your hand poked out of the nearest end of the blanket and clung onto his Spidey suit.

“What's wrong?” Peter mumbled with incredible delicacy, as if any louder would upset your environment.

“Nothing, I know you’re sleepy.”

It was silent for a second, but he immediately began spouting bouts of denial, saying that it was just a long night and that he would prefer to be with you. Half of it fell out of your opposite ear because you wanted him to rest too, but the other half you carefully listened to. Maybe Peter would forget all the things he said to you tonight, but it made you feel like he valued you more than a friend would.

“- well, you know, being a good friend, I’m kind of concerned for you, okay? You study real hard and you gotta rest-”

“Superheroes deserve sleep too,” you argued, voice still under a whisper.

He opened his mouth to bite back, but he closed it anyway with the fact that you were completely right. He was tired out of his damn mind.

“And with a loud ass voice like yours, I bet my mom would come marching in.”

There was some part in your body that could sense him suppressing a laugh not only out of fear, but also out of the fact that you were, again, entirely correct.

Peter decided to follow. He revelled in the fact that you cared for him deeply, and allowed himself to lean in closer to you, hand caressing yet barely touching the top of your head. A sweet and quick goodnight from Peter Parker was whispered in your ear after a few strokes of your hair, followed by light footsteps leading in the direction of your bedroom window. You heard the sound of the window slowly sliding up from its hatch, and suddenly, you missed Peter's touch.

“Sweet dreams, Spiderman.”

[You’d like to think that he was out of the room before you muttered it, but Peter heard everything.]

[senkovi]

[ID: a digital illustration of of a room with a green, incredibly tall four poster bed frame in the middle of it. There is white drapery around the top of the bed frame and within the frame, there are nine mattresses of varying colors and thicknesses. It is clear there are bodies between some of the mattresses as a hand, feet, and hair stick out between various mattresses. On the very top mattress, a pale skinned person with long hair lies beside someone else, a checkered duvet covering them both. The pale skinned person leans an arm on their pillow and blood can be seen dripping from their mouth. The walls of the room are black and the floor is checkered. end ID]

Princess and the Pea but with vampires 

[okinasekai]

“Where are we going?”

𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺

@thesinofmelancholy     //     NO LONGER ACCEPTING

          ❝ I’m… taking you o-out of the… rain. ❞

The sight of the two-tailed fox curled up on the street under a signboard just didn’t sit right with him. Jun’ichi carried and shielded the creature with his own body as he quickly ran through the empty streets, but he was quick to step off the footpath and into an alleyway as a car drove past, throwing up water from a puddle which surely would have soaked the both of them if he remained on the path. A smart move for a boy of his age. Once the car was gone, Jun’ichi resumed his route, straight back to a tall black-painted almost-abandoned looking warehouse. Once inside, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. Safe. They were safe now. 

Politely, he kicks his boots off by the door and makes his way down the daunting corridors, littered with cracks and scuff marks along them, until he makes it to a particular door. Inside was an ordinary children’s bedroom. A king single bed with a black and white checkered duvet, a panda-shaped kid’s recliner, an oak dresser with a large glass enclosure on top. Is that a snake inside of it? Yes. As the serpent’s head raised, it became obvious that it was a dangerous one; a black mamba snake. What’s it doing in this child’s room? 

Upon the floor was a handmade rug with a large panda face in the centre, and against the wall adjacent to his bed was a 32″ television with a collection of wildlife documentaries. Oh, and a Matilda DVD atop the pile. 

Jun’ichi very carefully sets the fox down on the soft panda recliner and lays a clean jacket over him like a blanket. He hadn’t yet been awestruck by the fact that this animal can talk, or even, has two tails.. perhaps this is a normal occurrence for him? 

          ❝ Y-You don’t have to stay here.. b-but.. maybe you’d like to stay o-out of the rain for tonight, T-Tsubaki. ❞

[thereisnobearonthisisland-arc]

those sweeeet comfort rubs

i promised some gay rub rubs, so here they are because @freckleyboi has been nagging me to finish this all week. go thank her if you like this.

inspired by  this video

2091 words

Dan’s entire body ached.  His bones, all his muscles, even his brain.  He just wanted to sleep.  He knew that Phil would let him if he said something, would encourage him to crawl underneath their covers and curl in on himself, to take his meds and rest until he woke up naturally again.  But Dan couldn’t let himself sleep.

They’d both been behind on work recently, barely putting out a single gaming video every week.  Dan hadn’t uploaded a video to his main channel in nearly two months.  Pressure to please the fans was mounting their shoulders, and the only way they’d be able to shake it off was to put out more content.

So he sat himself at the desktop with the clackity keyboard and typed.  Even if he didn’t feel well enough to sit down and film today, he could at least type up a script.  He’d been meaning to talk about this for awhile anyway.

He could hear Phil shuffling around in the lounge behind him, rustling papers and sliding across the floor in his socks.  He was humming the lyrics of Swish Swish, and Dan grinned, feeling a low chuckle forming at the base of his throat.  Phil was such a nerd.  A nerd he loved but a nerd, nonetheless.  The smile slid from his face.  He wished he wasn’t so useless.

With a sigh, Dan drew his hands back from the keyboard and stretched them behind his head as he leaned back in the desk chair.  He brought one hand to his hair to run his fingers through it.  The opposite arm flopped onto the desk in front of him, and he pushed the keyboard back so he had more room to bury his face in his sleeve.  He let out a soft groan.  Why was he like this?

Soft footsteps approached him from behind and he hummed absently into the crook of his elbow.  Phil stopped behind him, pulling the hand he’d had in his hair away and lacing their fingers together, and replacing it with his own gentle fingers to continue what Dan had already started.  Dan sighed appreciatively, pushing his head further into Phil’s willing hand.  

Phil squeezed his hand and leaned down to whisper in his ear.  “C’mon,” he said softly.  He pressed his lips briefly to the skin just behind Dan’s earlobe.  “Why don’t you come back to this tomorrow?  I’ve actually got a surprise for you.”

Dan loved the way his breath fanned out over his skin.  He lifted his head up off his arm and nodded.  “Yeah, okay.”

Phil leaned down and pressed their lips together, and Dan sighed into it.  This was nice.  They didn’t always have time to be together like this, but he relished in the times they did.  He brought his free hand up to cup Phil’s cheek and leaned further into the kiss.  When he swept his tongue over Phil’s bottom lip, however, Phil pulled back, far enough away that their lips were no longer touching, but still close enough to nuzzle Dan’s nose with his own..

Dan blinked dazedly.  “Is it sex?  I could blow you.  That always relaxes me some.”

Phil laughed, a low rumble from deep in his chest working its way up and out of his mouth in a way that Dan’s couldn’t.  Not today.  “Not now,” Phil said, swiping his thumb over Dan’s knuckles.  “But maybe later.  After dinner if you’re still feeling up for it.”

Dan tipped his chin up to bring their mouths together for one more brief smack of their lips.  “Okay,” he said.  “Show me this surprise you have for me.”  He pushed the chair back and stood up slowly, ignoring the way his bones creaked and his muscles ached as he did so.  When he turned toward the rest of the lounge behind him, he sucked in a breath of air.  

The long table that they sometimes used to play Truth Bombs with their friends when they came over, which had been littered with tax documents just hours before, was now cleared of them.  Instead, the old black and white checkered duvet from their last apartment was spread out over the tabletop, and a fluffy white towel was folded up as neatly as Phil could manage at one end.  On the other end was a basket filled to the brim with lotions and oils.  

Phil wanted to give him the rub rubs?  Sometimes Dan thought it seemed like a stupid name, but it was a term they’d come up with way back in the early days.  Whenever one of them was having a particularly bad day--whether it be from Phil’s anxiety or Dan’s depression--the other one would give them what they called “the rub rubs.”  It was really just a less-professional massage, but it was intimate and it was relaxing and it was theirs.  

Dan hadn’t asked for this, but Phil must have been able to tell he needed it.  He’d been waking up early every morning to try to get some work done, but Dan usually wound up fast asleep on the sofa before Phil even got out of bed, half a glass of ribena on the side table and his laptop left precariously open on the floor for him to step on in a sleepy haze.  Phil always picked it up, closed the lid, and set it gently on the coffee table.  

This was how they worked.  Dan picked up the socks Phil left haphazardly around the flat and only grumbled slightly about it; Phil made sure all of Dan’s valuable were safely put out of reach of Dan’s bumbling, Godzilla-like form.  They balanced each other out.

Dan felt Phil’s arm slip around his waist, and his cheek press into his shoulder.  “I wanted to set up some candles, too,” Phil said.  “But I was afraid I might set the whole flat on fire, so i opted out.  I can dim the lights though, if you’d like.”

Dan hummed.  

Phil’s hand slipped just underneath Dan’s shirt and squeezed his hip gently.  He nudged him forward and they made their way over to the table Phil had set up.  Dan stopped and turned around to wedge himself between Phil and the table when they reached it.  

“I love you,” he said, putting a hand to the back of Phil’s neck and stroking his thumb over the top knob at its base.  Phil dropped his hand and slipped his own beneath Dan’s shirt to join his other one.  He nuzzled Dan’s cheek, fingertips skimming over the bare skin of his stomach and chest as he pushed the t-shirt higher and higher.

“Lift up your arms for me, babe?” Phil said softly.  Dan obliged, albeit tiredly, lifting them up over his head so that Phil could pull his shirt all the way off.  Phil dropped it to the floor beside them, wrapping his arms around Dan’s back and burying his face in the crook of his neck.  He pressed his lips into the deep dip of Dan’s sharp collarbone in three quick successions.  

“Mm, Phil,” Dan said as Phil’s lips trailed upwards, hot breath spilling out over his neck.  “I thought you said no sex?”

Phil smirked against his neck.  “No sex, Dan.  I just want you to feel good.”

“You’re making me feel a little too good right now, Philly.”

Phil laughed but took a step back when Dan’s fingers curled into the back of his shirt.  Dan had honestly never been so grateful.  He closed the distance between them one more time to press his lips to Phil’s, just one light brush before he put the same distance between them again.  

“I love you,” he whispered again.  “But please don’t touch my neck if you’re not trying to turn me on.  You know better, you bitch.”

Phil giggled, his tongue poking out from between his teeth.  

Dan’s jaw dropped open, and he gasped dramatically.  “I knew it.  You were doing that on purpose.  I can’t believe this.  You wanker.  You absolute wanker.  I can’t trust you.  Maybe I should just book an appointment with a professional.”

Phil smoothed his hands over Dan’s shoulders and down his arms to his hands and threaded their fingers together.  He squeezed both of Dan’s hands once and then dropped them.  “Drop your pants, you wanker.  And get yourself up on the table.  I want you face down.”

“Kinky.”

“Daniel.”

“Sorry, dad.”  Dan grinned.  It still didn’t quite reach his eyes, but it managed to carve a cavernous dimple into his cheek.  

While Phil rifled through his basket of lotions and oils, Dan dropped his pants and crawled up onto the table, resting his chin on the fluffy white towel Phil had laid out for him and stretching his legs out behind him.

Phil made his way to toward Dan’s head then, a small vial in his hand.  He unscrewed the cap, and Dan was immediately assaulted with the scent of lavender.  

Dan sighed gently as Phil dabbed a tiny amount of the oil onto his index finger and applied it to Dan’s temples and his inner wrists.  With his thumbs, Phil rubbed small circles into Dan’s temples, using the rest of his fingers to push his thick curls off of his forehead.  

“Hey, Dan?”

“Mm, yeah?”  Dan’s eyes had drifted shut, the lavender having cleared his head and made him relax.  

“I love you, too.”

Dan grinned even though Phil couldn’t see it.  He didn’t need to see it.  He knew it would make Dan smile.  Phil’s fingers left his face and trailed down to his wrists.  He made the same tiny circles there that he had before, and Dan’s breaths slowed down.  He was drifting in and out of sleep, and Phil hadn’t even gotten to the bigger knots in his back yet.  

There was a pause when Phil’s hands left his wrists, and Dan forced his eyes open at the sound of more bottles rustling and caps being opened and closed as Phil concocted a potion to soothe his aching muscles.  Phil’s hands found his back then, smoothing over his shoulder blades, kneading into the muscles of his shoulders, of his lower back.  Dan let out a low groan, rolling his shoulders back as if that could make Phil dig deeper, deeper.  He wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore.

Phil’s hands moved lower still, cupping his asscheeks and massaging them lightly.  For once, though, Dan’s mind was far from sex.  This wasn’t sexual in the least.  Phil’s fingers were working into the thick tissue, loosening it so that maybe, maybe, Dan might feel less coiled in the morning, less like a broken Jack-in-the-box.  You know, the ones that you can wind and wind and wind until they won’t wind anymore, but they never burst open.  That’s the sort of tension that Dan had been feeling lately, and Phil was slowly working it out of him. His hero.

Phil worked out the kinks in his arms, his thighs, his calves, and his feet, finally rubbing a thick layer of lotion into Dan’s skin when it was all over.  

“Roll over for me?” Phil whispered.  

Dan did, finding it ten times easier to move than it had been before he’d lain down.  “I love you,” he murmured softly, eyes fluttering open and closed as he gazed up at Phil.

Phil smiled, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and mouth.  “Feeling better?”

“Much.”

Phil smoothed a layer of lotion over the front of Dan’s body and then leaned down to kiss him lightly on the lips.  “Why don’t you go lie down in bed.  Take your meds, get a little nap.  I’m thinking pasta for dinner.  I’ll make it while you sleep, and we can eat it and drink some ribena when you wake up.”

“Mm, okay,” Dan mumbled.  He fumbled around for Phil’s hand and squeezed it once before sitting up on the makeshift bed Phil had made.  “Are you gonna wash this?”  He pointed to the duvet, which had patches of lotion and oil infused into it.  

Phil smirked.  “Well, I was actually thinking you could do that later.”

“This wasn’t my idea.  You should be the one to put them in the wash.”

Phil grinned, cupping Dan’s cheek and smoothing his thumb over the arch of his cheekbone.  “Babe,” he said, “I’m kidding.  I’ll throw them in the wash while the water’s boiling.  Now go get in bed.”

“I hate you,” Dan said as he hopped off the table.

“You love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

[middle-earth-imagines]

Tag Game

Rules: Tag people you would like to get to know better

Tagged by: @tangle-of-ivy

Relationship Status: Single

Favourite Colour(s): Yellow

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick

Three Favourite Foods: Rice with Soy Sauce, Pizza and Mozzarella wrapped in Parma Ham

Last Song I Listened To: “Yumetourou” - Extended (Your Name/Kimi No Na Wa Soundtrack) -- Song Here ---

Last Movie I Watched: Domino

Top Three Shows: Game of Thrones, Firefly, Bones

books I’m currently reading: The Girl From The Other Side, Hatsune Miku: Future Delivery (Little Asimov And The Green Thing Left Behind), Your Name, Tolkien - A Dictionary

Last Thing I Googled: Running Wild With Bear Grylles Next Season Guests

Height: 5'11"

Time: 7:07 am

Song Stuck In My Head: “Rewrite The Stars” (The Greatest Showman Soundtrack) -- Song Here --- and “Synchronicity” by AmaLee -- Song Here ---

What Are You Wearing: An over-sized cotton, checkered shirt. Grey PJ shorts with the Hogwarts Crest on them. Black and White fluffy socks

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: Well... I use a duvet for my bed, so I guess I’d have to say no blankets.

Dream Trip: Japan - Specifically Tokyo, Studio Ghibli, A Fox Shrine, Mt Fuji etc. Or New Zealand - Following a purchase of one of the many Hobbit holes they’ve got on sale :D

Hmm... As for who I’ll Tag, I think I’m going to open this up to all my Followers! :)