#booping everyone in my fucking sight

[awakefor48hours]

Aiming to get a thousand

[anarchytaco]

NSFW Alphabet for Art the Clown

A couple other people have done this already, but here's my take on it.

(18+ only)

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, gore, torture, one mention of n*crophilia, a teeny tiny hint at c*prophilia, you might think I'm a little insane

This is geared towards AFAB people.

As strange as it may seem, the reader character is consenting to these acts.

Whether you love or hate the Terrifier franchise, THIS POST IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. You’ve been warned.

Aftercare

There's not a whole lot of it. At the very most, Art will loosen up the restraints, if there are any. Even this, however, isn't a guarantee. He prefers to leave you in a state of "total ruin"; your scars, injuries, and extreme exhaustion get left untreated.

Body Part

His teeth allow for him to spread "joy" with his big smile, in addition with his ability to bite into your flesh. As for what is attached to you, Art favors your nose. It will absolutely be booped.

Cum

Semen will be inside you in some manner: vagina, anal, whatever new holes are created, etc. If it ends up in your mouth, then you must swallow.

Dirty Secret

There are no secrets.

Experience

Art knows the basics of giving pleasure, such as the clitoris location and how to stimulate it. It's unknown where he obtained these skills, but he definitely knows how to use them.

Favorite Position

It's when you're stripped and hung upside down with your legs spread open. He immerses himself in this sense of control, as you permit him to do whatever he wants.

Goofy

Art smiles and "laughs" as he tears you into pieces. He'll also honk his clown horn when he squeezes your tits and ass.

Hair

There's two possibilities here: his nuts are either as bald as his head, or the bush is absolutely wild. There is no in between.

Intimacy

His passion increases as the minutes pass; he immerses himself in your body and fluids.

Jack Off

Using a detached body part (head, leg, torso) as a flesh light would be Art's usual take on masturbation.

Kink

Art kinks generally revolve around a type of torture and gore; he engages in his own form of "BDSM". For instance, he'll handcuff you to the bedposts, then whip you with his cat o' nine tails. Another kink of his connects back to what he did in that pizza shop bathroom...

Location

His favorite places to fuck are within old, abandoned buildings, and especially the old carnival. He doesn't mind playing around in the laundromat either.

Motivation

Full-on clown cosplays, both sexy and unsexy, are one way to get him excited. What really gets Art going, though, is a fresh laceration. The sight of one makes him curious: how deep is it, and can he make it deeper?

NO

There may be a hint of gentleness in the beginning, but overall, Art will not go soft on you.

Oral

Blowjob sessions with him grabbing your head, forcing your mouth open, and having you deep throat his cock until you nearly pass out (and you sometimes do). When you're the one on the receiving end, Art starts out by teasing you with these long, agonizingly slow licks. Then, he'll start sucking on your clit in a rhythmic fashion, eventually inserting a couple fingers to match with the rhythm.

Pace

Art takes his time, but as previously mentioned, he'll be rough throughout; his favorite type of pain to inflict is one that's long-lasting.

Quickie

Quickie's with Art are rare. He prefers to savor his sexual urges for the perfect time and place. In his opinion, waiting enhances the experience, since he's finally able to release these bottled up emotions boiling within.

Risk

As a man of creativity, Art is always coming up with new ways to mess around. However, he leans away from submissive roles in order to avoid a scenario where you have the advantage. That principle may be thrown out the window, though, once you start referring to yourself as "mommy".

Stamina

Sessions as a whole tend to be about an hour long at least, so there will usually be just one round at a time. In terms of how long until Art ejaculates, it averages to about fifteen minutes (when you're directly stimulating his penis, of course).

Toy

You'll be faced with whatever tools and weapons Art has in his garbage bag, in addition to the recent project he's crafted on his workbench.

Unfair

There will lots of teasing from him, especially during the first ten minutes of sexy time. He loves how much it makes you beg, and also how loud you whine from denied orgasms.

Volume

Bro is obviously silent the entire time.

Wild Card

Imagine yourself hanging upside down (refer to his favorite position), blood rushing to your head as Art licks your pussy, digging his fingernails into your ass cheeks

X-Ray

It's pretty thick, reaching to around 5 or 6 inches.

Yearning

His sex drive is slightly above average, but he mostly relieves the tension through his acts of murder.

ZZZ

As I sort of stated at the beginning, he leaves you alone after sex. In other words, he doesn't fall asleep next to you. His sleep schedule is likely terrible anyway, due to how late he stays up.

[saruman-the-silly]

Life ain't fun without a little flame

tags: sodo x gn!reader, some mild swearing! friends to lovers yay, two idiots in love more like, fluffy

You had been hired as a stage manager for Ghost, which meant you were checking that everything was going smoothly before the gigs. When you first started, the ghouls had been a bit hesitant about you. After all, you were human and usually most humans didn't take the whole "Satanic church with literal ghouls from hell" lightly.

All the hesitation disappeared soon though, when after sound check, you had approached Sodo and begun making small talk.

"Hi! I'm the new stage manager here and just wanted to say, E-string is a bit flat, thought you'd wanna know." He scoffed, and grabbed his tuner. Turns out, you were right. Sodo shook his head, and looked at you. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing really, just wanted to chat and maybe get to know you guys a bit. It's gonna be a long tour so, yeah!"

Sodo, being Sodo, thought you were being weird but quickly realized you were actually pretty fun company. He enjoyed your odd sense of humour, because he also had a weird sense of humour.

Sodo was definitely not the one to chat about with stage crew, and Swiss was gaping at the interaction with his mouth open, before Rain pulled him away.

"Did you see that?? He fucking SMILED AND LAUGHED WITH THEM?" Swiss grinned at Rain. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS-"

"SHH, yeah I know, Sodo hasn't really laughed in like a decade but shut it now or he'll hear you and bite your arm off!" Rain slapped Swiss' shoulder.

Swiss was, of course, right as always and everyone else except you and Sodo noticed it over time. Sodo wasn't really much of a talker, but with you beside him? You had conversations that lasted many hours, only stopping at midnight when one of you fell asleep. One time, you had been talking till very late at night, and you had fallen asleep against Sodo's shoulder.

When he noticed, he smiled and gently carried you to your room. Of course, Swiss saw you and now would not stop pestering Sodo about it.

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"SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW will you Swiss, I do not want to hear it-" Sodo crashed into the ghouls den, Swiss following right after him.

"NO I WILL NOT SHUT UP WHEN ARE YOU GONNA TELL THEM-"

"Tell who what?" Your voice rang out, stopping both Swiss and Sodo abruptly.

"Uhhhhhhh-" They both stood there, with their mouths open.

"Sodomostdefinitelyhasacrushonyoubuthe'stoodumbtosayitoutloudokayBYE-" Swiss ran out the room, just barely avoiding the ball of fire Sodo aimed at his head. Sodo cursed to himself, and tried looking anywhere but where you stood.

"You- You have a crush on.. me?" You whispered.

"Stupid Swiss, always sticking his nose in stuff where it doesn't belong- okay, yeah might as well get it out now, I do have a crush on you okay? I'll get over it in like a few weeks, it is not going to disrupt our friendship-" You gently grabbed his hand, and Sodo looked at your smiling face.

"I never thought someone as cool as you are would like me back honestly," You grinned and squeezed his hand. Sodo scoffed:

"What do you mean by that, you are literally the coolest person I know you idiot," Sodo booped you on the nose. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, embracing him tightly. The moment was calm and peaceful, until-

"NOW KISS YOU IDIOTS-" was followed by some more screaming from Swiss, Sodo's fireball had finally hit its target. You giggled at the sight of Swiss running away with his helmet on fire, while Sodo grinned.

He gently brought your lips to his, capturing them in a gentle kiss. After a moment you pulled away, only to hear Swiss screaming at Rain and Rain trying to put out the fire. You both cracked up, and soon you were both rolling on the floor with laughter.

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this has been rotting away in my drafts for like months now, but I finished it ayy go me

as always, thanks for reading <3

[chunkymamatam]

hello good day i hope you dont mind me asking but can you tell me some stories about ace and deuce? i am trying to shift to twst and need some motivation :) but only if you want to i dont want to bother you or anything

Sure! Remember this is an actual college and everyone is of adult age in my DR

Another disclaimer the main story happens so fucking fast and in quick succession that most of these are just from that.

Let me tell you about the first time I met Ace first cuz this bitch tried to pull that bs that he did in the game where he was like “being nice” but he was actually being a dick.

I’m just trying to do my job(I actually like cleaning) and get a handle on Grim’s ridiculous ass and this man starts explaining the 7 and I’m like “nah I know who they are. They’re a little different where I come from” I explain their villainy and I had this man fighting for his life defending the seven it was hilarious. I had Grim by the scruff so he didn’t run but then ace started disrespecting my boy and calling him a weasel and at that point I was like “fuck you” and let Grim have at him. I said no fire and this damn cat throws fire at him anyway. Smh burnt the statue then Crowley’s bitch ass comes in

“Control your familiar” HES NOT MY FAMILIAR HOE

Then he wanted to ask what happened, I explained, Ace called me a narc I called him a dumb bitch and let him know that this wouldn’t have happened if he had just idk controlled himself and not have tried to bully me. I don’t fuck with bullies like that and I’ll beat your ass. Nah the way this man was side eyeing tf out of me everytime he caught sight of me is CRAZY LMFAO classes end and this man tries to ditch his punishment then Grim runs off to try and ditch our job after we find Ace. I can’t fucking stand penis havers I stg because wtf was that bro.

Then this bitch tries to get a bribe out of me BITCH IF YOU DONT HELP ME CATCH HIM WELL BOTH BE KICKED OUT .

After I said that all of a sudden he wanted to move. That’s right bitch. Haul ass NYOW. Nah and then Ace slams right into Deuce and one thing led to another and now the chandler is shattered. This mf and his god damn cauldrons. Crowley comes, threatens us they beg for their spot and I’m prepping to remind him that I’m going to the proper authorities and telling them he snatched me tf up out another universe and he’s like “well get the magestone and you can stay.”

I hate him so much. Nah and the whole way to the cave was just ugly looks and silence you could cut with a knife. Then when we get there and get in the cave Deuce was bitching Ace out and tried to drag me into it so I chimed in that I was just trying to do my job and Ace started being a cunt. Deuce looked so pissed and shrieked at him that

“YOU MEAN IM ABOUG TO BE SUSPENDED BECAUSE YOU COULDNT JUST LEAVE HER ALONE????”

Lmfao then the monster comes and we run. We ended up using the same plan as the one from the game and we were so giddy on the way back. Nothing like killing an overblot creature and stealing its shiny magic rock to bring a group together right? lol

We show it to Crowley get dismissed back to our dorms and I get woken up by a knock on my door. Who is it other than Ace. Now I knew this would happen and he’d show up but I was still annoyed.

My PJs consist of underwear and the hoodie I got there in when he shows up. Now this is important cuz that’s what I was wearing when I answered the door cuz I wasn’t expecting him to just barge his big ass through the door before I even told him he could. He explained ever that happened with Riddle and I told him he was stupid cuz who tf eats someone else’s food in the dorm before asking bro. Fucking moron. He has this adorable ass pout I just wanna boop him sometimes lol nah but I let him stay.

Tell me why this slut really looked me up and down, smirks and said “wow, you sure got comfortable, we sharing a bed?”

Bro I was disgusted I said “and that’s why you’re sleeping on the couch.” Threw him a blanket and pillow and took my ass back to bed lmfaooo.

During the Halloween stuff those two kept trying to scare me lol it was really funny tbh. I’m not at all difficult to scare but if I hear you coming or I know you’re trying to to scare me it just doesn’t work and they talk a LOT and are loud lol.

Deuce comes to me if he needs some help with his classes but only occasionally unfortunately.

I also had to have the “not all eggs turn into chickens” conversation with him and I think he’s still confused. He’s stupid but I still love him 😭

Alright that’s all I got for now. There’s more but I’m tired. I just got home from a funeral. Love y’all just ask if you want more 💖

[dreamy625]

Contrary to popular opinion - ficlet

I wrote something silly

Words: 1381

Content: Little bit of swearing

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“So we’re really going to do this then?”

“We agreed it’s time, didn't we? But we don’t have to, if you’re getting cold feet?”

“No, you’re right. It’s been nearly two years, we can’t keep hiding it. I just worry how they’re going to react.”

“They’re our mates and they love us. Well, sort of. They might be shocked at first, but I think they’ll be okay with it once they get used to the idea. And if they aren’t, well, fuck ‘em!”

“Yeah, fuck ‘em!” echoed Steve, with more resolve than he really felt. 

“Ready?”

Steve nodded and reached out his hand to grasp Phil’s. 

“Here we go then.” With his other hand, Phil pushed open the door to the Rec room and greeted the rest of the band. “Morning, everyone!”

There was a chorus of ‘morning’s and ‘how do’s from the various band members and techs scattered around the room, and an unintelligible grunt from Sav, who hadn’t had enough coffee to form actual words yet, but, engrossed in newspapers and the morning mail, no one looked up. 

“How are we doing this fine day?” he continued, hoping to draw at least some eyes towards them.

Joe looked from the football scores to the window and then to the two guitarists. “It’s raining?”

“Err, that is a fine day in Holland, need the rain to fill up the canals!”

Joe frowned but decided it wasn’t worth questioning the logic of this and just went back to his paper.

Phil steered them in a circuitous route around the room, stopping to greet Rick.

“Morning lads.” The drummer looked up. “Nice shirt, Steve.”

“Thanks, it’s new.”

Impatient, Phil prompted, “Notice anything else?”

Rick squinted at the two of them. “You got your hair cut?” he hazarded.

“Oh never mind.” Phil gave up, dragging Steve away to the breakfast buffet.

“The doughnuts are good today!” Rick called after them.

“It’s not working,” puzzled Phil as they busied themselves pouring tea and choosing pastries, “maybe we’re being too subtle?”

“I’ve got an idea…”

Steve started rattling crockery until at least a few of the people scattered around the room looked vaguely in their direction, and then pounced on the other man with what looked like it was going to be a giant sloppy kiss, but ended up more of an awkward peck with their noses bumping. Other than Sav rolling his eyes, there was no reaction. When Phil blinked and recovered from the inept surprise attack, Steve’s expression was a pained cringe. Phil grabbed his shoulder and almost pushed him out of the door into the corridor and away from the audience.

“What was that? Even I didn’t believe that!” 

“I know, sorry, I got nervous at the last second.”

“Well it was a good thought, but no one batted an eyelid. At this rate we're going to have to screw on the mixing desk before anyone notices anything.” 

“That seems a bit extreme. Not to mention uncomfortable.”

“So we need a different approach. Something a bit more obvious.” 

“How about we start referring to each other as boyfriends?” 

“That might work. And we could call each other darling?”

“But we don't even do that in private?” 

“Well I can't call you my actual name for you now can I, Bunny?”

“No, please no.”

“See, that’s why it suits you so well, because you’re so cute.” He reached up and booped the blushing man’s nose.

“Shuddup,” Steve muttered, but he couldn’t hide a pleased little smile.

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Back in the lounge, Sav turned to Joe with an observation. “Is it just me, or are those two even weirder than usual today?”

“The snogging you mean?”

“No, they’re always doing that. The muttering in corners. I think they’re up to something.”

“Plotting more of their shenanigans probably. Remember the day they spoke in Spanish accents?”

“And that time they tried to do everything backwards and Steve fell down the stairs; and when they pretended to be each other for an entire week.”

Joe shuddered. “The sight of Phil trying to fit in Steve’s jeans will haunt me for life!”

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During lunch Phil asked for ‘water, for my boyfriend’, ‘ketchup, for my boyfriend’, ‘extra napkins, for my BOYFRIEND’ and so many other things that the exasperated waitress eventually just brought him a tray of condiments and cutlery, and on the journey back to the studio, Steve sat on Phil’s lap, even though there were enough seats for everyone. But still no one commented, or even acted like their behaviour was the least bit unusual. That evening, back in the room that was ostensibly Phil’s, though in fact they shared it, they reconsidered their strategy.

“There’s nothing else for it, we're going to have to actually tell people.”

“You do it, you’re better at words.”

“But you’ve known them longer.”

“That’s why they’ll be shocked. But everyone knows you’ll shag anything with a pulse, so they won’t be that surprised you’re shagging me!”

“Cheeky!” exclaimed Phil with mock offence, poking him in the ribs. Then he turned serious. “You know it’s not just that, right?”

“I know. I don’t understand why you’d pick me, but you did, so…” He shrugged.

“You are ridiculous.” Phil threw an arm round the other man’s shoulders, pulling him close and kissing him on the forehead. “I love you, you pillock. And tomorrow we’ll tell everyone and then I won’t have to pretend not to any more.”

“That’ll be nice,” murmured Steve, settling into his embrace. 

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The time they chose for the big announcement was the end of the day when everyone, Mutt included, was hanging around the studio listening to the tracks they’d put down that day. They’d been twitchy about it all day, but the somewhat anticlimactic response to Phil’s stammered ‘Me and Steve, we’re… well… we’re together’ was neither the outrage and derision they’d feared, nor the happiness and congratulations they’d hoped for. It was laughter.

“See, I told you they were up to something,” crowed Sav.

“Gotta give it to you, lads, this is real commitment to the bit,” added Mutt.

“No, really,” protested Phil, “we are a couple. Partners, boyfriends…”

“We’re in love,” declared Steve, flushing pink. 

“Nah, you’re pulling my leg.”

Phil resorted to desperate measures, grabbing Steve round the neck and giving him a passionate kiss, squeezing his arse for added effect. 

“Would we do that if we weren't a couple?"

Joe and Sav looked at each other and nodded. “Yes?”

“Definitely,” confirmed Rick.

“You've always done that.”

“Well we've ALWAYS been a couple!” insisted Steve.

That revelation finally shocked everyone into considering it seriously.

“What do you mean always?”

“Err, since we were rehearsing for the Pyro tour. All that time together working out guitar parts. We sort of… grew on each other.”

“Then there was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a hotel room with a really big bathtub…”

“Phil! They do not need to know that!” He looked around the control room. “How did you never even suspect? Sav, you’ve stayed at our flat in Paris - didn't you wonder why we’ve only got one bedroom? And Mutt, you noticed our matching necklaces. And everyone always comments that we spend all our time together.” 

Rick shrugged. “We just thought you were best mates; like Joe and Sav, they're always together.”

“Hmm, maybe there's something they need to tell us too?” mused Phil.

“FUCK NO!” Joe and Sav hollered in unison, leaping six feet apart.

“No offence, mate.”

“None taken. You’re a fine figure of a man, but you’re not my type.”

Joe decided not to think about whether he was flattered by that remark and turned back to the newly-revealed couple. “You’re serious about this?”

“Totally…”

“Like a heart attack.”

“Then congratulations are in order.” Sav stepped forward and gave them both a back-slapping hug. “We should go get drinks to celebrate!”

Joe still looked a little concerned. “Are you gonna be doing that… smoochy stuff… all the time now then?”

“Maybe,” stated Phil defiantly.

“That might take a bit of getting used to, but, okay. Happy for you, mates.”

“Do we have to start playing disco now?” quipped Rick.

“We’re not GAY,” snorted Steve.

“We’re not?” Phil lifted their still-clasped hands.

“All right, we’re a bit gay. But we’re not that gay.”

[feyre-darling92]

Can’t lose you

A/N: Hello, everyone! Hope you’re alright. I just finished playing Jedi:Fallen Order and I am very slightly obsessed with it, so here’s a Cal Kestis x reader one-shot.

T/W: Bad writing, angst, injuries, blood, some swear words, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 694

Synopsis: After a close call you realize that you can’t lose him

“Cal. Cal!” you screamed as you blocked incoming shots from hitting you.

Cal was hit and had fallen to the ground without answering your calls, making your heart stop.

“Cal!” you ran to him and shook his shoulder in a pathetic try to wake him up, “Open your eyes, Cal” you brought your hand to his cheek, “Please”

You again received no response and the sharp pain on your shoulder from a blaster shot reminded you that there were still stormtroopers around you.

Standing protectively in front of him you ignited your lightsaber and started deflecting shots and killing them one by one.

However, you missed some shots resulting in wounds and grazes and an unexpected hit on the head from a purge trooper.

Having fallen to the ground was anything but pleasant but you managed to make your way to him by crawling and dragging yourself.

“BD” you called for the droid which immediately appeared on sight, “Is he ok?”

“Boop-beep bep”

“That’s good I guess” you sighed in relief and glanced at him, “How many healing stems do you have?”

“Boop beep-boop”

“Give me both” you extended your arm and the droid beeped in concern, “I’ll be fine, BD. Cal needs them more”

Unconvinced from your words he gave you the stems and you injected them into Cal.

His name left your lips as softly as a prayer and this time it got answered because he slowly opened his eyes, his confused stare meeting your worried one.

“What happened?” he looked around.

“You’re hurt. Do you think you can walk till Mantis?” you helped him stand up and he supported his weight on you.

“I will try” he murmured but before you could make a proper step forward he fell again half-conscious.

“Please, Cal, help me get you there” you begged him and he did his best to stand up again.

Your own wounds made the whole thing harder but at this point, you didn’t care. Because you couldn’t lose him.

When you finally made it to the ship a blaster shot passed right on top of your head.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself, “Greez! Cere!”

The ramp opened and you both ran inside, imperial troopers trying to hit you, unsuccessfully.

“What happened?” Cere and Merrin ran to help you, taking Cal off you.

His absence made you lose your balance and you fell to the ground, trying to catch your breath.

“Cal-” you tried to speak, “Please, help him”

Merrin took him inside and Cere kneeled in front of you. Before you could realize it you had become a sobbing mess, hands around your knees and head hanging low.

“Hey, Y/N. Breathe” Cere put a comforting hand on your shoulder, “You’re alright now”

“No, no, I almost lost him and it was all my fault”

“You saved him” you looked at her, “Now, let me help you up”

With her help, you stood up but midway to the couch you felt lightheaded and your legs gave up.

“Merrin!” you heard her yell but it was too late. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You slowly opened your eyes, eyelids feeling heavy.

The first thing you noticed was that you were on your small bed, the pain however struck you with the smallest movement you did.

“Take it easy” a familiar voice sounded from your side and you turned to face him.

“Cal” you breathed relieved that you saw him alive and in one piece and tried to sit up. He rushed to help you and once you were comfortable enough he sat on your bed.

“How are you?” you asked.

“I am fine. Thanks to you. And Merrin” he took your hand in his “Thank you”

“I couldn’t lose you” you replied shyly, not daring to look at him.

“I can’t either, but I almost did. Don’t do anything reckless again”

“I won’t, I promise”

He gently lifted your chin so he could look into your eyes and gently kissed you.

You were surprised but you then brought your hand to the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

“Better?” he smirked when you pulled away, breathless.

“Of course” you kissed him again.

[bridgertonbabe]

Dose Sophie and Benedict in the Royal AU go a state visit with the Charles when he is just a baby, like how Prince William and Kate took Prince George to Australian

Sophie had been nervous ahead of the state visit, not just because it would be her first time representing her country overseas but that it would also be her son's first royal engagement. She expressed her worries with her sister-in-law, Kate, who was quick to reassure her that the visit would be a roaring success.

"Soph, what's not to love? You're the newest beautiful royal bride and Charlie is the newest beautiful royal baby; that winning combination is guaranteed to amass glowing reviews." Kate stated matter-of-factly as she cuddled her eight month old nephew. "Seriously look through the archives. Both of Neddy and Milo's first engagements led to instant surges in popularity, as did Simon and Daphne's kids, and going back even further so did each of our in-laws' first appearances as babies. It's a timeless winning formula."

"I know." Sophie sighed as she soothed herself by stroking Newton's very soft ear. "I'm just dreading the inevitable headlines referring to Charlie as the scandal baby, no matter how well the visit goes. I know I have to make my peace with the fact that the tabloids won't let go of it but it just upsets me to know that Charlie will be stuck with a narrative he was cruelly labelled with at birth."

"Oh, fuck them." Kate swore (covering her nephew's ears as she did). "I know those scummy tabloids will perpetuate it for as long as they possibly can but at the end of the day it reflects far more badly on them than it does on Charlie. God, how pathetic do you have to be to stoop so low as to target an innocent baby and label him like that? Especially a baby as cute as you." she addressed Charlie, booping his nose and prompting a giggle out of him. "But look, if anything having Charlie front and centre on this trip will rid the whole scandal baby out of people's minds. They're going to be far too invested in how adorable he is and just how besotted you and Ben are with him that it'll undermine the tabloids intention of sensationalising when he was conceived."

Though still apprehensive, Sophie considered Kate's advice and acknowledged there was truth to what she was saying. While the scandal baby label had been rife when Charlie was a newborn, it had gradually ebbed with the release of family photos, his christening, as well as being photographed sleeping in her arms when they went to watch Benedict take part in his charity polo match. Though Sophie didn't want to parade her baby around just for the sake of winning over public opinion, if it meant shutting down those who had been vocal about Charlie being conceived outside of marriage then she reasoned that in the end it would be worth it.

Upon landing and disembarking from their flight, Charlie had excitedly bounced in his mother's hold, wriggling his legs and waving his arms as they descended the stairs from the plane in front of the press pack who were reporting on the visit. Recognising the possibility of Charlie being overexcited, Benedict took him from Sophie and steadied their son as they shook hands with the country's prime minister. Much to everyone's surprise Charlie had patted the prime minister's hand as his father was shaking it and when the man offered his hand out to him Charlie had grabbed a hold of him and had attempted to bring his mouth to suck on the prime minister's hand.

"Sorry, he's just very delighted to make your acquaintance." Benedict had quipped and made everyone laugh after quickly extracting the prime minister's hand from his son's grasp.

The next day the family of three visited a national park famous for it's waterfall, with Charlie dressed in an outfit to adorably match his father's. At the waterfall Charlie was awestruck, utterly captivated by the natural wonder and he kept pointing at the sight in a daze much to everyone's amusement.

The day after that Charlie attended a playgroup event and intermingled with other infants his age, being snapped crawling across the floor to grab toys to play with and rather sweetly handing a soft ball over to another baby who had looked to him expectantly as he played with it. Eventually he had grown tired of playtime and socialising and crawled back to his mother, groaning up at her to be picked up. Once Sophie had scooped him up and given him a peck on the cheek, Charlie showed his appreciation by returning the favour; grabbing a hold of his mother's face to plant an open-mouthed kiss against her cheek before resting his head against hers and dozing off.

Charlie's last engagements involved joining his parents for teatime with the country's royal family and there he met a young Princess Lucinda. The teenage royal was keen to hold the baby prince and she and Sophie chatted away discussing all things Charlie as Benedict conversed with Lucy's parents and older brother. As the young family were leaving Charlie waved to Lucy of his own accord and squeaked in response to everyone cooing over him for his first royal wave.

"See? What did I tell you?" Kate said to Sophie upon their arrival home, gesturing to the array of newspapers laid out with the repetitive headline of Bonnie Prince Charlie attached to photo after photo of the adorable prince himself. "Cute baby works like a charm every single time."

[snarky-magpie]

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“Very well. I’m an animagus. Nicely deduced and all. Ten points for Gryffindor. Was there another question?” 

“How long?” 

“A year.” 

“Are there other animagi running around Hogwarts?” 

Regulus narrows his eyes as he bores them into James. “You tell me, Potter.” 

A ball of raw nerves clogs up James’ throat. He doesn’t care about his secret. If Regulus wants to run tattling, well, James has an ace up his sleeve. But threatening Sirius? Peter? Remus? That’s a different kettle of pixies entirely.

Regulus watches him for a couple of moments, then bends over in helpless laughter. “You should see yourself right now. Don’t worry, Prongs.” He draws out the nickname in that posh voice of his until it sounds almost intimate. A shudder tiptoes down James’ spine as it smooths over his ears.

 “I already know your furry little secrets. Knew pretty much since the beginning. You thought you were so sneaky and clever. Well, you have nothing on a dedicated Slytherin. You wouldn’t believe what you can see from the rooftops. People never look up, and unlike your very macho, very obvious forms, crows are inconspicuous and everywhere. I blended in easily and learned what happened on every full Moon. I’ve had the information for a year and never told a soul, so keep your robes on. And a side note—a deer? Really? Do you have some sort of complex? Do you need to shout at the entire forest, oooh, look at me and my huge… rack?” 

A corner of Regulus’ lips twists up in a grin that seems half acerbic and half fond.

“You should know the wizard doesn’t choose the animal form.”

Regulus hums and picks at a loose thread on his robes.

“Believe me, I’m aware. ‘The form an animagus assumes cannot be decided at will, as it represents the reflection of their innermost nature.’ Wonder what that says about poor Peter. My brother is definitely spot on. A big dumb dog, with more fur than sense, always ready to get in line and follow orders.” 

The brief upsurge of gratitude James felt when he learned Regulus kept his mouth shut for a year evaporates the moments he offends his best friend.

“Piss off. You’re a fucking crow, Regulus. A scavenger. An omen of death and bad luck. A creature that makes everyone uncomfortable. What does that say about your ‘innermost nature’? Would you consider it spot on?” 

Regulus balls his hands into fists, and his eyes flash with cold fury while his pale cheeks erupt in blotches. “Crows are intelligent. They recognize faces and hold grudges. Something we have in common.” 

“I’m not scared of you.” 

“You should.” 

“Pass. I save my fears for real threats, not dragons that are all roar, no fire.” James fishes out Regulus’ wand and twirls it between his fingers. “Why were you stalking me?” 

“Get over yourself. I wasn’t stalking you. I happened to be where you were, that’s all.” Regulus tosses his head in a derisive manner that’s so similar to his crow counterpart that James kicks himself—internally—about not figuring out the identity of his stalker sooner. It seems so obvious now that the proof is staring him in the face.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” To mask the embarrassment at his stupidity, James swishes the wand through the air and uses it to boop Regulus on the nose. Hah. Shame there’s not a mirror around here. Regulus should enjoy the sight of steam coming out of his ears. 

[angstykay]

God I wish I hated you. Eddie Munson smut/angst.

This au is a bit of everything smut fluff and angst  Eddie gets close with a girl and you think he's cheating so you and Steve get left alone and drink is involved and the inevitable happens but Eddie walks in.......

Tw- smut domming ,degrading, cheating makeup/breakup sex , rough , unprotected,spit kink and drunkish driving.

Hellfire was you and the guys thing do not get it wrong you loved when the kids joined but when she came everything changed Heather her name made you cringe , her perfect hair , eyes and smile to your mind she made Eddie swoon at her feet. *Yn are you listening to me* Eddie ask's clicking his fingers in your face you smile and bat his fingers away *Where is your groupie today my love* you boop his nose poking fun at him, he stares at you rolls his eyes and attacks you with kisses and hugs * you're my groupie angel * he winks at you . He picks you up bridal style and brings you into the cafeteria god this man adores you and everyone knows it, everyone but the person who needs to know it most.

Still no sign of her today is going great  you rest your head into his chest still no sign of her as Gareth says she went to freshen up you didn't care out of sight out of mind. The guys attention is back on you talking about tonight's game loving your witty conversation *sweetheart are you okay picking Dustin up and making your own way over * he looks a little worried your face drops you feel a tightness in your chest. *Why Eds* you squeeze his hand for self reassurance *I'm teaching Heather how to play again she still doesn't get it *  you scrunch your eyebrows trying to keep the tears at bay ruining your weekly tradition Dustin comes to your rescue *don't worry Yn while he's teaching the noob we'll be scheming on ways to destroy him* he smiles at you grounding you, truth is the only people who like heather is the guys who want to fuck her and Eddie though you're sure he belongs in the category now . 

She sits down at the table and like clockwork the attention is back on her *Yn honey you're in my spot * the twinkle in her eye the smirk on her face everyone laughs and Eddie pulls his hand away you don't find this funny at all , you stand up and excuse yourself from the table and Eddie doesn't chase after you like he usually would you press yourself against the cafeteria door head filled with a million thoughts. You turn around and see her in your spot cuddling up against your Eddie tonight will be better you convince yourself it's all in your head he's your boyfriend no one else's. You walk out of there putting one foot in front of the other embarrassed of  the scene you caused and the kids emphasis on kids checking on your is ridiculous. *Don't worry about it Yn* Dustin reassures you resting his hand on your shoulder you take a deep breath smile gently at the 15 year old talking you down off a ledge * let her replace me for all I care i'll always be the adoptive mom to you twerps * you nudge his hand away flicking his nose and walking to your next class. 

That night with you and Dustin driving over 

You drive in silence for awhile until Dustin finally breaks you away from the thoughts of Heather and Eddie alone *You know he wouldn't do anything to hurt you Yn he loves you so much * you laugh to yourself . *Dustin you're just a kid I love you man* You ruffle his hair the kids became your dearest friends after Heather joined a few months ago you get to the game walk in and Dustin runs over to Mike ,Will and Lucas .Then you see it Heather playing with Eddie's hair sitting in his lap when he makes eye contact with you he flashes you that big smile like nothing was wrong * like my plait * he smirks playfully at you . You're enraged wanting to scream and tear Heather apart limb from limb and the dumb plait. *Oh damn I never knocked my curling iron off* you turn away from the guys you've finally had enough of this the emptiness you feel you want to feel wanted again.......

Eddie's pov 

Yeah I'm aware that Heather has a slight crush but I'd never let her get in the way between me and Yn truth is I'm so sick of guys swarming her , making me feel so small compared to the jocks and Steve who effortlessly tried to get her. She would just laugh it off but do nothing to stop it so why would I but if it ever gets too much I'll shut her down I'm just giving her a taste of her own medicine. Hindsight bad idea but I'm having too much fun.

Without a word she's gone Dustin said she didn't feel great and for me to stop oh well but i'll check on her after the game I can't leave Dustin in charge again and letting him know my campaign couldn't get around him for weeks. *Eddie you can't leave us now I need to show you what you taught me * she rubs his arm he pulls away knowing that it's her that caused you to get so riled up. *Leave her we have a full party* Gareth says as Heather takes your place with Dustin and he does not look impressed he keeps rolling his eyes at her plays all night.

With Yn 

You get home and just begin to sob you're losing him she's taking your place slowly but you're positive Eddie is falling out of love with you . You drag your sorry ass to the kitchen to drink the last of your wine alone and depressed. A half an hour later your tipsy and on your last glass then you hear the door bell ring, you open the door and see Steve Harrington. *We're you spying on me * you laugh and wink at him he holds up a pack of beers *I live across the street and saw your lights on so I decided to chance my luck* there's a flirtatious tone in his voice he's also been drinking alone.

Yous sit down on the couch and talk your way through the whole pack of beers then Steve get's brave. He slaps his knees *so why you drinking on your own I'm single but you my dear are not* , you take the last gulp of your  beer and laugh * well he's occupied with Heather * the distaste for her  is plastered all over your face he smirks *what Harrington huh*. You puts his hand against your cheek  you rest into it *  listen Yn if you were mine no girl would never turn my head I know i'm overstepping I can go*. In this moment you feel seen and heard your pheromones go off the charts and your body reacts before your mind can.

Before you know it your lips are on Harrington's hungry and craving attention he's quick to react grabbing your hips pulling you onto him making you want him more , *Should we be doing this * he gasp's for air you're not even thinking straight you go straight back to kissing him and before you know it your top is off . You're too caught up in the moment  to even hear Eddie's van pull up and hear him jiggle at the door handle he walks in to see you and Harrington like animals. You look at him knowing what you've royally fucked up this time you see his heart shatter Infront of you he doesn't lash out and attack Steve he just closes the door and leaves.

You push Steve away and immediately start to cry you're the one that broke Eddie broke your relationship *It's all my fault* you rest your head between your legs, *Yn* he reaches his hand out to you but you turn away from him *Steve just leave please* he takes your advice and leaves. You ponder the choices of what's your next move leave him to cool off or fight for him and that's what your heart wants. You jump into your car and drive well over the speed limit and pray that Hopper isn't gonna pull up beside you and arrest your ass for a driving under the influence and b speeding. You're completely sobered up but your bloods would not reflect that , you pull into the trailer park skid marks following behind you.

You run up to his door rain pouring completely soaking you how romantic you thought to yourself, of course it's locked you grab the spare key and barge inside. You look at him rummaging through your stuff seems to be packing it you run over and grab your favourite shirt  but he pulls it away from your grip pushing you against the wall , *Eddie stop this* you grab his shoulders. He ushers to you the door unable to talk to you , you beg and plead with him but he refuses to listen you plant your heels into the ground *talk to me * you hold him tightly. After a moment of hesitation he grips you back you cry into him *I'm so Eds I didn't mean it I swear* he pulls away and scoffs *You would have slept with him if I didn't walk in how can I forgive you* you look at him not able to speak.

You stare blanky into each other  both completely shattered *Eddie I was feeling alone like you were falling out of love with me for her it's her fault* he presses his hands to his head and laughs *you're pathetic I never kissed her or even tried I wanted to make you jealous * the words fell out of his mouth and he wished they never did . *Well you got that you wanted and I screwed up but i'm sorry * you walk up to him push the hair stuck to his face from tears and sweat. You rest your hands at the base of his neck he presses his lips against yours and slamming you against every wall ,after awhile he lifts you up tightly gripping your ass. And before you know it you're pushed onto his bed*you wanna be a slut i'll teach you a lesson* he tilts your chin up to meet his eyes , he strips you bare and he hovers over you fingers grazing against your body making you shiver. He attacks your neck leaving evidence behind cupping your breasts squeezing and flicking your nipple , you jolt and squirm *You keep moving and I stop * he snaps squeezing your nipple harder. he spits on your chest  rubbing it all over your red and tender nipples ,his lips then ease the burning sensation coming from you. Your hips jolt up and he laughs *needy aren't we pity you kissed him or i'd already be down there taking care of you*, he teases you by hoovering over your area *soaking already for me or him huh* slapping not too harshly *it's always been for you*.

Without warning he enters you without preparation you cry out in pain *come on baby-girl you can handle this*, he starts pumping slowly painfully slow you push yourself down onto it gripping his back clawing at it definitely drawing blood . He grabs your hips and pins you in place groaning *Eddie please* you whine he covers your mouth and grips your hair and goes at an ungodly rate * my dirty whore cheating on me I don't think so *you're a moaning mess at this rate not gonna last much longer before you come undone he stops you whine again. *I wouldn't even dream of  cumming so early my dear * you try to reach up and kiss him but are caught off guard by him reaching a new spot he's never discovered your walls clench around him and you can't hold back anymore you rest against the bed panting *I love you Eddie* . *I'm nowhere near done with you you've been a very bad girl* he presses his hand against your neck and kisses you roughly and goes back in wanting to finish himself off within minutes he's gone too he falls down onto you. Just before he tries to kick you out you're asleep he really took everything out of you so he goes to the couch.

The next morning 

You wake up to find no Eddie you grab his shirt as it's the closest thing you feel like you're in the clear with him and he might forgive you , you drag yourself into the sitting room and see him on the couch fast asleep maybe not you think you yourself. You nudge his shoulder gently he's been crying you can tell he opens his eyes to see you and turns away *Eddie we're gonna talk about this okay you sit where his head has been lying. *Yn last night was a mistake* he throws the blanket off him *when we were done I couldn't sleep beside you I felt disgusted by you* his words hurt. *We can move past this my love i'm not giving up on us * you try to hug him but he refuses your touch by standing up and getting dressed. He heads for the door but turns around to face you and kisses you one last time. *God I wish I hated you Yn* and with that he's gone without another word he left you standing alone your relationship totally un-winded felt heartbroken but the truth is you broke his first.........

So i'm super proud of this a potential part two maybe please tell me if you enjoyed it or not it .......

[fisherpiers]

why is Marcy your fave? :3

hooo boy is it marcy gushin’ time? *checks watch* well would you look at that

so! within the first few seconds of marcy being on screen i knew she was gonna be my favorite lol like love at first sight ig

like look at this idiot. adorable af. with her cape on fire lmaooo

she’s silly and regal and clever and stupid all at the same time. pretty sure the show bible lists her as ‘amoral a-student’ and we like ‘em a little grey round here. if that wasn’t clear by my fixation on the owl house fam lol

she doesn’t have a good handle on reality in the show, constantly clinging to her escapism (which is why everyone winds up in amphibia in the first place ya know) and i relate to that a lot, actually. if i had a way to escape to a frog world and become a fantasy protag i would in a heartbeat. fuck reality

luz 🤝 marcy : being escape artists

her ‘bffs’ are kinda dicks to her sometimes but she clings to them anyway… which i also relate to a lot… sigh

i love that episode where she’s running around fixing shit that wasn’t broken and consequently destroying it lmao it’s so cute when she sticks her little “marcy was here” signature on everything

and in the epilogue she’s a comic artist, which is my dream job so yeah

while i love that she got stabbed on-screen (normal things to think and say), i do wish they hadn’t sidelined her like that and replaced her with that monster hivemind thing up until like the last second. cmon man i only get so much marcy screentime don’t waste it :(

…that being said her possessed design is fucking sick

and yeah, people often are like “but she trapped her friends in a frog world with no way of knowing if they could ever get back home…” listen. listen. she’s terrified of being stripped away of her only social connections okay. she’s scared and she doesn’t want to be all alone. she’s being faced with isolation in massachusetts like man you try making all new friends after you lost the ones you’ve spent your whole life up until that point with. its fucking hard okay. and she’s young so ofc she’s gonna do something stupid and drastic.

AND HOW WOULD SHE EVEN KNOW IF THE FUCKING MAGIC BOX THEY KNICKED FROM A THRIFT STORE WAS GOING TO ACTUALLY TAKE THEM TO AMPHIBIA that’s not something that fucking happens okay.

anyways

i have recently acquired her journal but i haven’t read it yet. it’s first thing on my summer reading list tho XD

i kinda wanna fluff up her hair. boop her nose. she is like a skrunkly to me. my blorbo bleebus

microwaving her brb

ID WATCH THE LORD OF THE RINGS RIPOFF WITH YOU MARCY ILL PAY ATTENTION TO ALL YOUR FAVORITE PARTS AND LISTEN INTENTLY AS YOU INFODUMP ABOUT IT I PROMMY

[fuckingdonut]

booping so many of you and other users idk even know now feels like i decided to go wild one night, fucked all my friends and contacts and everyone in sight, without any thought. I cherish it deeply. Boop.

[strawberrystrangers]

Little, Teeny Crush | sebastian stan

Synopsis: Chris and Sam hook you and Sebastian up on Chris’ birthday night out, knowing you like him.

A/N: This is really rough for my first piece lol but hope you enjoy anyway. Requests are open for Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans/Tom Holland related topics. I have a few of my own story ideas I’m putting out, so if you do request bear with me.

“I honestly hope he doesn’t come,” you say, twirling the straw in your drink as a hopeful distraction. You focus on the ice cubes that circle the glass, feeling your chest pulsating at the same pace. It was June and that meant, really, only one thing: Chris demanding a night out for his birthday. You and Anthony had already planned the night, intending it as a surprise, but Chris ended up finding out and wanted to stay updated. So, now, the three of you were sat in The Wooden Crown Arms—because Chris always had an interest in British pubs—in a booth in the corner, waiting for Sebastian to arrive… Well, they were waiting, you were dreading.

     “Why?” Anthony asks, sitting opposite you and laughing. “He’s just late, what’s he ever done to you?”

     An already tipsy Chris giggles. “She has a little crush on him,” he points at you and then boops your nose. “A little, teeny crush.”

     You roll your eyes and try to suppress a laugh. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Evans.”

     “A crush?” Anthony leans closer to you from across the table excitedly. “Really?”

     Before you can reply, you watch Sebastian walk through the entrance on the other end of the room. “Shut up,” you say. “He’s coming over.”

     Chris turns around but Sebastian still hasn’t seen you guys. “Oh, you mean Sebastian Stan?” He says loudly, almost falling off the seat. Anthony manages to pull him back before he completely hits the ground. 

     That’s when Sebastian sees you.

     He only looks at you first and it’s like the two of you are having some film-like slow-motion moment. But then Chris’ loud voice breaks it, and he engulfs Sebastian in a hug. You feel Sebastian still looking at you but you try and keep your focus on Anthony, too worried that you’ll blush if you look long enough. 

     “Sorry, I’m late,” he says, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes yours and you gulp, but he seemingly ignores it, greeting Anthony across the table. “Traffic was a bitch.”

     “I think Y/N wants you to say that last part again,” Chris giggles. You widen your eyes at him and grit your teeth. Fuck.

     “Why?” Sebastian is looking right at you, obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t meet his eyes—and you see Chris staring, evidently manifesting you to look at each other.

     Still looking at Chris, you say, “My hearing is really bad in this place. I just didn’t catch it.”

     “Right,” Seb laughs in confusion. “I guess I’m gonna need a lot to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Chris.”

     Anthony and Chris turned to you, eyes wide at Sebastian’s similar line to yours earlier.

     “It’s a common phrase, guys,” you sigh.

     “A what?” Sebastian laughs confused again.

     “Common phrase.”

     “A common phrase?”

     “We said the same thing,” you explain. “They think it means something. I think it means Chris is too drunk already.”

     “I’m perfectly fine, Y/N! Look, it’s like this… when you have a time and you have a moment, it’s going to be pretty interesting.”

     “Chris, what the fuck are you saying?” You laugh.

     Sebastian laughs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone want another?” He looks at Anthony, who shows his full bottle, and then to Chris, and Anthony shakes his head. Then he finally looks at you, and you finally look back at him which causes your stomach to feel like a whole circus.

     “Southern Comfort and lemonade.” You smile.

     He nods and heads towards the bar. As soon as he’s out of sight, you lean across the table. “I should smack you both, what are you doing!”

     “Did you just say you’ll smack us?” Chris giggles.

     Anthony ignores Chris and says, “Trying to hook you up.”

     “You don’t even know if he’s attracted to me. Can you not put me out there when I haven’t done it myself? I can’t handle rejection. Especially not from someone as hot as Sebast—“

     “Here you go.” Sebastian sings, sliding your drink towards you. “Got you a straw too, saw you had one in your last drink.”

     In unison, Chris and Anthony shout, “Gentleman!”

     “This is so weird,” Sebastian laughs. “I love it.”

***

Chris and Sebastian are deep in conversation while you and Anthony scan the food menu for snacks. Sebastian stretches his arm across the back of the booth seat behind you—his focus still on Chris. Anthony’s eyes widen at you, face not really containing his excitement. You mouth to him to “chill out”. 

     “I need the bathroom!” Anthony bursts out abruptly. Everyone looks at him. “Yeah, I need the bathroom. Move Chris…”

     After a short moment, Chris’ phone dings and he looks at it. Then he quickly looks up, grinning at both you and Sebastian. You give Chris a look of, don’t you fucking dare leave me alone with him. But his grin only grows larger.

     “I have to go to the bathroom.”

     You sigh, “did Anthony just text—“

     “I just have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it any longer, I guess.” 

     And then he’s gone… leaving you and Sebastian left alone. With his arm still behind your head, he taps the seat with his fingers and you feel your heartbeat get faster. You’re getting nervous—or rather more nervous than before. You can hear his fingers on the leather so close by your ear.

     “Y/N?” He says, and you snap out of your daze. “Were you not listening?” He laughs, a smile wide on his face.

     “I don’t think I was, I’m sorry. Say that again.”

     “I was asking if you were having a good time.”

     “I’m having a great time.” You’re still facing frontwards but you notice and feel Sebastian turn his body towards you. “What about you?” You give a quick glance and then sip your drink again.

     “I’m having a good time…” he’s chuckling to himself. You can hear the leather squeaking as he’s shaking his leg. “I’m having a really good time, yeah.”

     “Seems Chris is too,” you joke.

     “Yeah,” he says. “Chris is definitely going for it tonight.”

     “Yeah…”

     “Why were they shouting my name when I first arrived?”

     You gulp and hope he didn’t hear it. “They must have seen you come in.”

     “They were facing you,” he says with a smile still on his face. “You were the one to see me. I saw you look at me and look away.” You drink faster through the straw. “Did you say something about me?” He laughs. 

     You choke as you swallow your drink, coughing and catching the attention of the other people in the bar. He rubs your back and puts a hand on your arm. “Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”

     “Are you okay?” When he asks this, you turn to him. Properly looking at him now and you wonder if you can trust yourself. While looking at him, you notice one of his collar sides is sticking up. You unfold it and caress it down so it’s in its right place.

     “Sorry,” you say overly apologetic. You completely forgot where you were for a moment. “It was bugging me. One side up. One side down.”

     He just stays smiling and shakes his head. “No problem, I liked it… I mean, I appreciated it. Appreciated it, yeah.”

     He’s looking at you in the eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who makes such great eye contact like him. It’s making you nervous again. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, licking his lips every now and then.

     Then you move your hands down to the hem of his top, twisting it around your fingertip to ease your nerves. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods.

     He moves his free hand—with his other still in the back of the booth seat behind you—onto your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it. “Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. You feel your insides becoming giddy, goosebumps forming across your skin.

     Just as you think Sebastian is leaning in, Anthony approaches the table and you retract your hand from his shirt but his hand stays still on your thigh.

     “I’m gonna give Chris a ride home,” he says. “He’s gone a little bit overboard. You two good, here?”

     You nod. “Yeah, I’ll grab a cab home.”

     “We can share and split the cost,” Sebastian says. “Then we know you get home safe.”

***

The cab finally pulls up outside your apartment building, and you hesitate for a moment. The rain is pattering on the car windows and with your light alcoholic buzz, everything feels so calm and soothing.

     “You okay?” He asks.

     You want to ask him up, but you don’t want to feel rejected. Maybe you were imagining the moment in the bar?

     “I’d like that,” he says.

     You’re brought out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

     “Coming up to your apartment,” he laughs.

     “Did I say that out loud?”

     He nods, laughing. “Did you not mean to?”

     The cab driver sighs. “Look, man, this is cute and all but I’m running gas, here. Are you getting out or not?”

     Sebastian looks at you to make sure you want him to come up. You nod at him knowingly. He lets you out of the cab first before he paying the driver. When he exits, he puts a hand to the small of your back. You’re both quiet when you walk through the lobby and into the elevator—maybe it’s tension or maybe it’s just awkwardness. You’re not quite sure.

     “Which number?” He asks.

     “Oh, yeah, sorry,” you laugh. “It’s the third floor.”

     He presses the button for number 3 and stands close by your side, his hand still on the small of your back. The doors open on your floor and you walk down the hall to your apartment, Sebastian now trailing behind you instead of beside you. You put the key in the lock and turn it, open the door.

     “You’re not some secret serial killer, are you?” You ask. “Only you’re trailing behind me…”

     “I figured I’d give you some space in case you felt like you wanted to slam the door in my face and not let me in.” He says this as he’s walking through the hallway of your apartment. When he sees your couch he asks if he can sit on it and you nod.

     “Water or coffee?” You call to him from the kitchen.

     “Coffee, please, Y/N.”

     You walk into the room holding a glass of water for yourself and a coffee for Sebastian. You sit opposite him on the couch. “Tonight was fun,” you say.

     “Very fun,” he agrees, sipping from the mug. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Did you like my hand on your thigh?”

     “Did I?” You stutter nervously, taken aback by the question.

     “I should really stop making you choke, shouldn’t I?” He chuckles. “So, did you? Like my hand on your thigh?”

     “That’s a sexy way of asking for consent,” you giggle. “But I did, yeah.”

     He looks at you deeply again, and you’re getting nervous again. “Would you like it…” he moves closer to you, and you do the same.

     “I would,” you whisper.

     He places the mug on the table and rests his hand on your thigh like earlier. His thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

***

Sebastian’s hand was cold when it slid up your body to rest his hand by your collar bone, his palm flat feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster, and his wrist resting between your boobs. His other hand slipped into your underwear, finger sliding down your slit.

     “You’re soaking,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm. A jarring difference from his cold hands. “Have you been like this all night?”

     You tilt your head back onto his shoulder. And he loves the sight, you in pleasure heaven, your neck on show for him, your body quivering back into his. “Have you been like this all night?”

     “Y-yes,” you manage to make out. “Oh, daddy, yes. All night.”

     “Good thing I came up to you, then?” He asks. “Are you glad I came up to you?” He emphasises the word “came” and he feels you clench against his finger.

     “Not yet, baby, you don’t get me inside of you yet. Just be patient, baby.”

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

[wandaromanova]

Please do a blurb where Avengers make fun of Wanda for being whipped for her girlfriend

Warnings: one cuss word, that’s all!

blurb requests are closed

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It came as no surprise to anyone when you and Wanda started dating. The team literally placed bets on how long it would take for the two of you to finally get together. 

They saw your relationship coming from a mile away. You guys were extremely close prior to dating, but when you guys finally made it official? You two were so cute it was sickening. 

The team made sure to tease Wanda whenever they possibly could. She practically fell to her knees whenever you were around, ready to comply with whatever you asked her to do. 

That’s how Wanda was in the situation she was in right now. Everyone had been gathered in the living room for movie night. The second movie had finished and you wiggled out of Wanda’s hold. 

“I’m gonna use the restroom really quick. Babe, could you get me a glass of water while I’m gone?” You asked as you stood up from the couch, stretching your arms out with a yawn. 

Wanda immediately nodded her head with a wide smile on her face. You looked adorable in the sweater you were wearing; her sweater. 

“Of course, moya lyubov (my love).” Wanda spoke eagerly and all of your teammates raised their eyebrows at the Sokovian. 

“Okay, be right back.” You bent down and placed a quick peck onto Wanda’s lips before quickly exiting the living room. 

As soon as you were out of sight, Wanda stood up and moved over to the kitchen, not failing to notice all of the eyes on her as she poured some water in a glass. 

“What?” Wanda asked as she walked back over to the living room, placing the glass on the coffee table and taking her seat. 

“You’re so whipped.” Natasha spoke, a smirk plastered across her face. A few of the people in the room began to imitate whipping sounds and Wanda rolled her eyes. 

“I’m not whipped! I’m helpful.” Wanda pouted as she sunk further into the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Hey, Wands! Could you take out all of the orange skittles from this large bowl? I don’t like the orange ones all that much.”

Tony did an impression of your voice and Sam quickly joined in on the teasing. 

“Sure thing, moya lyubov! If you want, I could destroy all the orange skittles in the world. Say the word, and I’ll do it.”

Sam spoke as he did as he put on his terrible excuse of a Sokovian accent; trying to mimic Wanda.

“Hey, babe. Could you jump off this cliff for me? I want to see if I would survive the fall.” 

Wanda let out a grunt as Tony and Sam continued their imitations of the both of you. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole in this moment.

Sam stood up from his seat and walked across the living room until he stood in front of Tony. He got on one knee in front of the billionaire. 

“Oh! But of course, my beloved! I’ll jump even if I know I’d die. I’d do anything for you, as long as you stay your cute little self!” 

Sam booped Tony’s nose with his pointer finger, just like Wanda tended to do with you. At this point, the entire room was filled with laughter.

While everyone laughed, Wanda turned a deep shade of red. She was embarrassed as they called her out, but the room fell silent as soon as you returned. 

You stared at everyone curiously, an eyebrow raised as you reclaimed your place beside Wanda. 

“Uh, what did I miss?” You turned to face Wanda and took notice of her flustered state. 

“Oh, nothing. We were just talking about how whipped Wanda is for you.” Natasha spoke smugly, her eyes full of amusement.

The Sokovian let out a small whine as she shoved her face into the crook of your neck, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

“Oh, so we’re talking about facts?” Wanda’s head shot up and the laughter in the room resumed, you laughing along with everyone. 

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“I hate you.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“No, you don’t. You’re whipped for me, but it’s okay because you’re cute.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Fuck off.” 

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[hualianff]

Office Confusion

Thinking about modern AU with co-workers Hualian where XL thinks they’re dating while HC is just oblivious.

When XL sees he’s looked at and can distinguish the fondness HC unknowingly communicates, he quickly returns these sentiments. Considering how much time they spend together, presenting gifts, holding hands, etc. XL concludes that yes, he and HC are definitely dating.

On the other hand, HC needs more than a perceived mutual feeling because he doesn’t view himself as remotely likeable, especially to someone as out of his league as XL. For HC, to think that XL could ever be interested in him romantically seems impossible unless XL outright admits it.

Plus, HC is convinced XL likes FX. 

(XL, offhandedly: “-but yeah, I like my men with long hair.”

HC, who has long hair: *thinking* “Oh great, Feng Xin has long hair. Wonderful.”

However, dating or not, HC is still grateful to have XL in his life. XL is truly the sunshine that lights HC’s world up, constantly bringing him coffee in the morning or sharing lunch breaks together. It never fails to blow HC’s mind how regardless of who else vies for XL’s attention, whether it’s SQX or a few random colleagues, XL will always include and choose HC in the end.

On a daily basis, if HC ever catches sight of XL in his peripheral while working on code, his eye will stray to XL but his fingers continue typing without a problem. HX—who usually sits in the chair next to HC working on the same code—won’t hesitate to whack the back of HC’s head with a rolled up magazine because “If there’s so much as ONE typo, we’re /fucked./ Focus your whipped-ass on this stupid code or so help me god-”

It’s a well known fact that XL gives the best hugs. Everyone knows this, even MQ will admit but never out loud. But to XL, it’s HC who gives the best hugs because HC is tol and warm and smells really good. HC always wraps his arms around XL so gently but also comfortingly; he caresses XL’s head, and if he speaks, XL can listen to the deep vibrations resounding from HC’s chest. The close proximity is the best kind of recharge!

Additionally, XL sneak attacks with back hugs and HC is always like 🧍🏻 before realizing relaxing-

(HC ready to tackle a bitch down: “😡” 

HC when he realizes it’s XL: “🥰”)

***

SQX: “Xie Lian, are you going to the party tonight? At the new bar a couple streets down?”

XL: “Hmm, no. Maybe next time!”

HC, known not to go to office parties, nudges XL: “Gege, I thought you wanted to try out that bar since it opened last week?”

XL: “I do, but San Lang hasn’t eaten dinner and it’s already 8 PM. After work, let’s eat at the dim sum place we like!”

HC: *heart goes boom boom* “Are you sure? I heard Fengxin is going to the party…”

XL: “Okay? Good for him.”

HC: ??

XL: *boops HC’s nose* “And of course I’m sure! I love eating with my San Lang!”

HC: ;)

SQX: :/

***

HX to HC later: “What the fuck was that?”

HC, who is tired: ??

HX: “You’re dating Xie Lian and you didn’t tell me?”

HC, looking around: “Whomst?”

On the other side of the room...

SQX to XL: “What in the hell was that back there?”

XL: “I’m just as confused as you are.”

SQX: “I thought you two were dating?”

XL: “BUT WE ARE-”

The simultaneous words of “whomst” and “BUT WE ARE” clash in the stuffy atmosphere of the work room. HC and XL look at each other from across the room: 👁👄👁 or 👁👄

HX and SQX: 🤔🤔

HC to HX: “Why do you say that anyway? Gege and I haven’t even kissed before.” 🤨

SQX to XL: “You’re telling me you’re dating but haven’t kissed yet?”

HX to HC: “You’re not the most affectionate person, maybe he’s just taking it-“

XL, whisper-shouting to SQX: “I’M TAKING IT SLOW-”

XL: *pauses* 

XL, sadly: “Oh no, what if he doesn’t want to kiss me at all?”

SQX: “Wait, Xie Lian, breathe-“

XL: “WHAT IF HE DOESN’T FIND ME ATTRACTIVE?” 💀

HC to HX: “How could Gege be dating me when he fancies Feng Xin?” 🤕

HuaLian making eye contact across the room again: ☹️☹️

They give each other the most awkward smiles ever, then slowly turn back to who they were talking to. Feng Xin walks into the room. HC visibly deflates as FX goes over to say hi to XL and SQX. 

HC: “See? Gege’s face brightened up when Mr. Fuckface walked in.”

FX to XL: “See? Hua Cheng looked like he wanted to slaughter me as soon as I walked in.”

XL: “Nonsense. San Lang would never.”

FX: 😐 “Anyways, Mu Qing isn’t budging on his side of the proposal. We’re going to have to stay late again to come to an agreement.” 😑 “Are you going to the party tonight?”

XL: “Ahhh I was actually going to get dinner with San Lang-“ *gestures over to HC*

HC, previously glaring daggers: *blinks* “Why is Gege pointing to me?”

HX, sighing: “You’re hopeless.”

***

When XL finally has the guts to confront HC: “San Lang, we were taking it slow but right now, if you don’t stop me, I’m taking the first step.” 

HC: ???

Upon seeing no negative reaction–granted, HC is too confused to react–XL just leans in and gives HC the softest kiss ever. It’s a bit crooked too-

HC: ?!?!?!??

XL in his mind: “Oh god, this feels so good! I really like him, I’m never going to stop kissing him-”

HC in his mind: “WHATHEFUCKWHATTHEFUUUUUCK”

When they part, XL: “I loved that, thank you.” 

HC: “Thank me? Gege, what was that?”

Once again, they look at each other like: ??????

XL: “Was it too fast? Oh god, I’m so sorry!!” 

HC: “W-what?”

(HC, on his bed wide awake at ungodly hours at night after XL kissed him: “I had a boyfriend all this time? AND I DIDN’T KNOW IT????” *screams into pillow*)

***

XL avoids HC after the kiss, too ashamed that they weren’t on the same page. HC tries to talk to XL about it. But XL being the clumsy ball of nerves he is, does a sharp 180 turn the other way whenever he spots HC approaching. One time, XL nearly runs into a wall, HC shouting from behind: “GEGE BE CAREFUL” but XL has already made his escape.

One week later, HC backs XL into a corner after finally catching his runaway-gege. HC places his arms next to XL’s head, caging him in: “Gege, please listen to me.”

XL, looking up at HC with wide eyes:  “Y-yes?” 😳😳😳

(XL internally: “s-sir”)

HC, searching XL’s eyes: “Be honest, are we dating?”

XL, avoiding eye contact: “If San Lang doesn’t want to, then no...“

HC, crowding into XL’s space even further to convey he most certainly wants to: “Yes or no, Gege?”

XL, pouting: “San Laaaang, don’t tease.”

HC, murmuring: “I’m not teasing you. I’m seriously asking. Because believe me, if I had known you thought we were dating since the start, I would have treated you like a king.“

XL internally combusts at HC’s words because how could HC be any kinder and lovelier to him!? HC is already peak boyfriend material in XL’s books. When XL hasn’t answered for a solid twenty seconds, HC begins to pull back. XL panics, he tugs on HC’s tie to keep him close.

XL: “San Lang, you already treat me so well! You don’t need to change anything! As long as you continue to be…with me, however you choose, just that much is enough.” 🥺

HC stares down at XL, wide-eyed because XL truly thinks the world of him. He exhales in relief, immediately engulfing XL in a bear hug: “Gege, you’re an absolute Angel.”

XL, happy to get a HC-hug: “no u”

HC: ???

HC: “Shush, I uno reverse card you.”

XL: “Okay but I literally fell for you the first time we met. I win.”

***

HX walking in to see HC coding with XL in his lap: *walks back out*

***

During Hualian’s lunch break in the small garden on the ground floor of their workplace...

HC: “Wait, so you never liked Feng Xin?“

XL: “When did I ever say that?” 

HC: …

XL: “San Lang, we’ve gone grocery shopping together.”

HC: “You’re telling me you don’t do that with other people?”

XL: “Hmm.”

HC: “Not even Feng Xin?”

XL: “Especially not Feng Xin, he has Mu Qing for that.”

HC, double confused: “wat”

***

HC dropping XL off after a date. As XL is about to exit out of the passenger seat, HC unbuckles his seatbelt, muttering a firm, “Gege, wait.”

“Hmm?”

XL goes to turn around. Large hands lovingly cup his cheeks, angling his face to the side as HC surges forward to press their lips together, effectively stealing XL’s breath away. XL gasps as they part, not having any time to process before HC reconnects their lips, more confidently this time. He’s so gentle that XL can’t help but whimper as he closes his eyes in pure bliss.

So this is what it means to share a kiss with someone you’re completely smitten with. 

XL tries to scoot closer except the middle compartment poses a barrier. Meanwhile, HC smoothly slides a hand down XL’s nape, holding him in place as they continue exchanging passionate kisses. When XL tries catching his breath, he feels the heart-stuttering sensation of slender fingers ghosting along his jawline, prompting him to relax his mouth. HC takes full control, languidly licking into XL’s mouth, mapping out every crevice like a promise to store it in memory. 

Thirty minutes later...

HC: “Thank you for our first date.”

XL: “Well, for me this is like the twelfth date. But yeah, first sounds good too.”

***

Years down the road, HuaLian never agree on what their anniversary date is. 

HC: “We’ve been dating for a year, three months and seventeen days.”

XL: “No! We’ve been dating for a year, eleven months and five days.”

HC: “Gege, you’re just making stuff up now.”

XL: “Well, I can’t help it that I love you more.”

HC: *pauses* “NOW HOLD ON-”

XL, bragging: “I’ve been San Lang’s boyfriend longer than he’s been my boyfriend.” *cheeky smile*

HC, prowling over with a challenging expression: “Fine, then allow me to make it up to you.”

XL: 😳

XL: “Wait, where’d your clothes go??”

(Brainchild w/ @no-one-says-hi)

[btsbling]

— Chocolate Syrup — Kth

🍒 pairing: Taehyung x reader

🍒 genre: sugardaddy!au, fluff, relationship!au

🍒 warning: smut, daddy!kink, breeding, unprotected sex (stay safe), foodplay

🍒 summary: When he asks you to become his

🍒 w/c: 2.54k 

©️ Btsbling (i do not own any BTS members except for the fanfiction)

The sound of the elevator rang through the hallways as Taehyung stepped out. Loosening his tie, while the other held onto his suit jacket and phone. He sighed and stretched his neck as he walked through the corridor to his luxury penthouse.

It was another tiring day, the office was buzzing, non-stop calling and meetings. Yet another day of fun filled signings of new business ideas.

Taehyung combed through his hair, he could finally take a breather when the clock striked twelve. He was finally done for the day and longed to rush back to his penthouse for, someone special.

He’d never thought he would ever admit it. But he had found a place for you in his heart. It was never supposed to be something long-term. Only for its short-term benefits that would provide him with immense feelings of satisfaction.

Taehyung had met you, fatefully, under the dim lights that slightly lit the bar. He had a meeting with one of his associates there. He didn’t understand why or how, but the way your eyes glimmered as you conversed with the customer in front of you, your actions while making drinks, captivated him. Everything about you, attracted him like bees to honey.

The pull he felt towards you was indescribable and he felt his eyes resting onto you whenever he got distracted which was, frequently. You weren’t dressed as scandalous as the performers on stage, but neither were you conservative. He couldn’t see anything behind the bar, but your shirt was a tight fit and provided him with enough cleavage, making his dick grow tighter in his pants.

But after the meeting, he had realised you were long gone, another bartender replacing you. He immediately felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. He went back home, asking his assistant to get more information about you.

It was then the beautiful chapter of you and him bloomed. When he had asked you to be his sugarbaby, after a few weeks of sitting at the bar and getting to know you better, you were genuinely surprised.

You were never opposed to the idea of being someone’s sugarbaby, but from someone like Kim Taehyung? That was something you’d never expect.

Kim Taehyung. Multi-millionaire living in the state of Korea. He was young, Greek god looks and a voice that could literally send you chills down your neck. In a good way of course. The way he stood, the way he stared at you made you feel the butterflies fluttering around your belly. It came as a surprise to you, he was kind, approachable and caring. Over the weeks of getting to know him from serving him at your bar, he would always remember to ask about your day, if you had eaten, and made sure you had a safe trip home.

When he approached you with the idea of being his sugarbaby, it took a few days to make a decision. Being his meant a possibility of having your identity talked about in the media like the next hot tea. But it wasn’t a bad idea. You were desperately trying to survive of two part-time jobs and having to pay for your apartment rentals and the medical fees of your sick grandmother.

In conclusion, your decision was something you would never regret.

In the beginning, it was definitely abit awkward, considering the fact that you were a naturally conservative person who wasn’t used to someone buying branded items for you or spending that much money either.

But Taehyung made sure you were comfortable with it and you grew used to seeing branded goods being sent up to your new luxury apartment, as well as a new car. It was never-ending, Taehyung spoiled you like you were his princess.

The two of you had grown extremely close, considering you guys spent much more time in his penthouse. Every night or even day if he ever had a break, was a new sex adventure in a different corner of the house. Sofa? Kitchen table? Windows? Every single place.

He was a literal greek god. Chiseled abs, toned muscular arms that held you firmly as he thrusted into you. His moans were like sounds made by an angel and the way he fucked you, made you even more happy that you accepted his offer.

Taehyung would be lying if he said that he hadn’t gotten used to your presence. Immense happiness would fill his chest with a warm feeling whenever he awoke to the sight of your beautiful face, figure curled and snuggled into his chest. He would take the time to enjoy the sunrise if he had woken up early, hand brushing softly through your hair and leaving light feathery kisses on your face and neck.

It was the best feeling in the entire world, watching as the sky turned into a canvas that was painted with a variety of warm colours. It was a sight to behold. But it was nothing compared to you.

Memories of the night before, where the two of you just cuddled in the bed, his cock stuffed into your warm pussy, sharing stories about your day before falling into deep sleep soon after. Cock warming would have to be one of his favorite cuddle positions.

His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace. He felt at peace with you in his arms, as he looked out into the windows.

Taehyung couldn’t live without you.

It was a scary thought, given the fact that he never would’ve imagined falling in love with you over the year you guys spent together as Sugardaddy and sugarbaby.

But he got over it, you were worth it. Even with your hair in a mess, and a small drool dripping from your face, you were still the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. Not only that, you had the kindest of heart, always checking up on him, buying him good health products with your own money and even preparing  home cooked meals for him.

Taehyung glanced down at you, a big smile gracing his face. He was staring at his sweetheart. The only person he could love with all his heart for the rest of his life.

Taehyung could only hope that you felt the same way as he did, even if you didn’t, he would’ve chased after you until you told him to stop.

He loved you more than anything.

and he couldn’t lose you.

He placed his shoes neatly, knowing how much you hated when he threw them without any care in the world.

“Babe?” he called out for you from the kitchen as he made a beeline for the cold, refreshing water in the fridge. As he turned around, he saw you cuddled up with a blanket on the sofa, a book loosely hanging from your hand while you slept in Taehyung’s hoodie.

Taehyung’s heart swelled, knowing that you had stayed up to wait for him. he sat on the sofa beside you, brushing your hair and leaving kisses on your face before you woke up.

“Tae? wha-what’s the time?” you asked groggily, which Taehyung found to be extremely adorable.

“Come on Honey, let’s get your sweet ass into bed. It’s one am” You had no energy to respond, only managing a small nod before you were lifted into Taehyung’s hard chest. His familiar smell making you snuggled closer into the crook of his neck.

Taehyung gently placed you on the bed, covering you with the comforter before taking a quick shower and joining you in bed.

He lifted the duvets before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You eyes were closing by the second. Taehyung gave you a kiss, gentle and sweet, taking his time to savor his favorite moment of the day.

“I love you so much” he mustered up when your eyes closed fully. Taehyung stared at you before kissing your forehead and taking a whiff of your shampoo that he absolutely adored. “i hope you’ll say yes baby” he mumbled, before joining you in dreamland almost immediately

You awoke to the sunlight peeking through the windows and the heavenly smell of pancakes. Stretching out a yawn and sitting up, you smiled, thinking of how perfect everything was. Although you knew it wasn’t going to be like this forever, at that moment, it seemed like happiness would be eternity.

With that you cuddled back into the blankets only to be dragged by taehyung as he chuckles at you.

“Babe wake up, i made pancakes” he whispered to you, carrying you and placing you on his lap like a baby. Taehyung placed a kiss on your lips before smiling cutely at you.

You shook your head and pouted cutely, knowing full well he would give in and feed you in bed. Taehyung groaned before pushing you playfully, heading towards the door while you laughed.

You quickly washed up and as you were coming out of the fancy bathroom, your jaws dropped at the scene in front of you, your eyes welling with tears.

Presents from different expensive brands, shoes, bags, flowers and balloons. A pack of your favorite candy, Hershey kisses on the bed and he held a plate of pancakes while waiting for you in bed.

“Tae...what’s all this?” your voice almost broke as you quickly strolled to his side. He set the pancakes on the bedside table and quickly pulled you to sit on his lap. His face had a slight red hue as he nuzzled into your neck nervously. “i er” Taehyung mumbled before take a deep breathe, turning your face towards him.

“Y/n L/n, you genuinely complete my life” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. “Baby, you’re the one i want to see whenever i wake up in the morning, the one i want to greet whenever i reach home. I want to do things just to make you happy and see your beautiful smile.” As he said that, you smiled widely.

“I know this wasn’t supposed to develop into a deep relationship but i can’t help it. You’ve made me fall, so deep in love with you sweetheart” He whispered, holding your chin and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Be my girlfriend, move in with me. We can write a new chapter. I just want everyone to know that you’re mine, as much as i’m yours, officially” The tears you were holding in, finally slid down your cheeks as you nodded frantically and turning to hug him as tight as you could.

Taehyung wiped away your tears, smiling as he was trapped from beneath you. Unconsciously, you grinded softly on his manhood, feeling his rod perk even though he had already taken a cold bathe to calm himself down.

His moans motivated you as you sat upright, grinding harder onto his clothed manhood. His large hands radiating heat as he rubbed your hips from the sides before grabbing the ends of his t-shirt that you were wearing and pulled it over your shoulders and head.

“So beautiful, my angel”

His actions left you completely bare except for your panties that barely covered your pussy lips. Taehyung captured your lips in a hurry, but it expressed the passion and heat he was feeling.

His experienced hands maneuvered its way to your nipples, massaging them and he broke away from your kiss to suck on one of them. You unconsciously pushed him closer to your breasts, the immense pleasure overtaking you.

“T-tae please”

“Tell Daddy what you want hmm” he hummed, his lips leaving your breasts and instead sucking onto your neck like you were his next snack.

You were breathless, your pulse racing, you damn well feel the wetness pooling in your panties beneath you.

“w-want your dick please” you almost screamed out as his fingers pulled your panties aside and inserted three fingers in one go.

“So wet for me already baby? Bet i could slide my cock right inside of you easily. But first” Taehyung whispered. “Daddy’s going to enjoy himself”

he reached towards the bedside table, grabbing the choco syrup bottle that he left, and squirting it all over your chest and thighs.

Taehyung continued to finger you as he licked the syrup off your body. Your spine arched to meet his tongue.

“Moan out my name baby” Taehyung demanded, his thumb rubbing on your core, edging on your orgasm.

His fingers and tongue wonders for you and soon your toes were curling and your eyes were rolled back, screaming as you came on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung groaned as he slid his fingers out of you and licked your juice, humming as he did so. “Sweeter than syrup” he smirked.

You were breathless, chest heaving up and down. Taehyung took out his dick from the sweatpants he were wearing. You licked your lips as the delicious sight of his erect cock made you even wet than before.

Taehyung slid down your soaked panties slowly, before pressing his face towards your wet cunt and taking a swift lick.

“you’re so damn delicious babygirl” licking his lips as he aligned his cock with the entrance of your pussy, prepping your already wet pussy with his precum

“P-please tae, put it in me” Taehyung smirked

“What’s my name babygirl” Taehyung demanded

“T-taehyung” you whimpered out, feeling his head sliding in and out quickly.

“No baby, what’s my name” He asked again

“D-daddy please” screaming as he entered with one big thrust

Taehyung’s hands held your hips as thrusted harder and harder. You moaned with each thrust as you felt his big cock stretching you out. “You look so sexy, beneath me, taking my cock like the good girl you are” Taehyung breathed out.

He watched your breasts bounce as he thrusted harder into you, watching your face contort into full pleasure as he hit your g-spot.

“Right there d-daddy, right there” you screamed, ready to release.

Taehyung groaned as he changed his angle, sliding into you deeper and harder. “I’m coming babygirl, cum with daddy”

“Give me your milk daddy please, use me, cum in me. I’m on the pill, please i need your cum” You cried out, Taehyung moaned at your dirty talk, loving how it sounded coming out of you.

After a few more thrusts, you came first, milking his cock and after helping ride out your high, Taehyung came afterwards, filling you with his hot cum, thick spurts releasing in you. Your chest heaved up and down, as Taehyung collapsed tiredly onto you, his face nestled in your soft breasts.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you, resting on his forearms to stare lovingly at you. Taehyung smiled softly, loving the after-sex glow and the soft sunlight that made you look more like an angel. You smiled tiredly at him, brushing away his bangs and gently rubbing his cheeks. Your smile widening as you felt him nuzzle into your soft touch.

“i love you so much Kim Taehyung, and i’ll be so happy to be your girlfriend” you whispered Taehyung grinned before standing up and carrying you princess style to the bathroom. 

“I love you as much as i loved the breakfast session i just had” he grinned mischievously 

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