#but know i appreciated the boops so much lol

[horrormogai]

thanks for all the boops sorry i didnt see em til now i was busy archiving sokiufhgoeruythg

if i boop ya back itll be from our main @cxsmicvega bc idk how to boop from a sideblog lol

[queenimmadolla]

Please this is so eddie and penny when she finds out his name https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JYJLEV/

“Im Daddy to you”

“But your Eddie!”

God forbid she fine out his full government name 😂

Penny busts out the full use of Eddie's government name (we're talking Edward Whateverhismiddlenameis Munson) when she's mad at him, lol.

Penny is around 2 years old here making Eddie 23 and Reader 22 :)

more of penny and Eddie here

The sight of you and his toddler cuddling on the couch was a welcome one when Eddie finally arrived home after a long day at the shop. 

  He discarded his keys in a bowl on the counter, before heading over to the sink to wash his hands. He was always eager to get home to you at the end of the day so he didn’t do as thorough of a job when it came to making sure he had no traces of grease on his hands or arms. Sometimes, even his face–but that was something you seemed to. . . appreciate.

  “Hi, baby!” He called out to you as he scrubbed his arms with soap under the warm running water, fully intent on getting in on those cuddles once he was clean.

  “Hi, Eddie!” You called back.

  “Hi, Edd-ie!” Came a much smaller voice.

  Eddie turned off the faucet and stood ramrod straight as he tried to process what he just heard. He didn't wipe the water from his hands before he stormed to the living room. 

  Penny had been laying on the couch, head on your chest and in between you and the couch to prevent her from falling off, when Eddie had walked in the front door. Now she was leaning up, curls a mess going in every direction (save for the half of her head where she’d been laying on you–that area was flat) as she grinned, her tiny teeth and tooth gap on display for him. 

  Eddie’s eyes narrowed at her, while you tried to hide your smile in her hair. 

  “What did you just say?”

  “Hi, Edd-ie!” She repeated, trying her hardest to enunciate his name correctly, probably just to hurt him.

  “No, no, no. I’m not Eddie. I’m daddy.”

  Penny started giggling, her nose crinkling up.

  “No, you Edd-ie!”

  She chirped it so enthusiastically it made you laugh, which only encouraged Penny and her giggling.

  “When I picked her up from Maude, you came up in conversation and Penny wanted to know who ‘Eddie’ was, so I told her ‘Eddie’ is her daddy.” You explained, hand stroking over her little head, the short curls twisting around your fingers.

  Eddie was a little amused with the situation, but he also couldn’t tell if this was just her teasing him or something she would stick to for a while and he really, really didn’t want it to be the latter, especially considering how she’d only started calling him daddy and talking more just a few months ago, so his laughter was more so nervous.

  “Ha ha ha, you’re sooooo funny Penny. I’m daddy. Remember? Daddy.” He closed the distance, crouching down at your side to be eye level with her.

  “Is that daddy?” You asked her as she nuzzled her head back down against your chest, pointing at Eddie. She looked up at you with those big brown eyes before following your finger to the person she’d inherited her eyes from. Eddie was giving her a puppy dog stare, the same one she gave him whenever she was doing something she wasn’t supposed to do.

  Penny nodded against your chest, reaching out to squeeze Eddie’s nose for some reason.

  Eddie was pleased with her response, pulling his nose away from her little hand to bite playfully at it. Penny squealed and yanked it back to her chest.

  “Good. I’m ‘daddy’ to you, young lady.” Eddie directed a finger at her while he spoke before reaching over to boop her nose with it.

  She grinned again, hiding her face in your chest for a few moments. When her face popped back up, she was sticking her little tongue out as she smiled, “Okie dokie, Edd-ie.”

  “Baby, make her stooooop!”

[justlemmeadoreyou]

FLUFF! SOMETHING WITH MORNING OR LIKE...WAKING UP H LOL! 😓😓 don't mind the yelling

words: >500 i guess!

warnings: cuteness, fluff!

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Y/N whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Harry's forehead.

Harry let out a low, rumbly groan, emerald eyes fluttering open slowly. "Mmm…mornin' darlin'," he rasped, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

"I made your favorite for breakfast," she said with a grin, carefully placing the tray laden with french toast, berries, coffee, and a rose over his lap.

"You're an angel," Harry said reverently, gazing at her with pure adoration. He reached up to cradle her jaw, pulling Y/N in for a soft, lingering kiss infused with so much love. "Didn't know what I did to deserve you."

Y/N giggled lightly, her cheeks flushing at his ardent words. "Well, you love me just by existing, and that's more than enough."

"Such a smooth-talker in the morning, aren't you?" he teased with that crooked smirk she loved so much.

"Only for you, my love." She booped his adorably scrunched nose before settling against his side under the covers. "Now eat up before it gets cold."

Harry hummed happily, digging into the fluffy french toast without hesitation. He closed his eyes in utter bliss with each bite, soft moans of appreciation rumbling from his chest.

"Y/N, this is incredible, darling," he said around a mouthful, pulling her close and dotting sweet kisses to her cheek. "I love you to the moon and back."

"And I love you endlessly," she replied with a radiant smile, nestling against his warm, sleep-rumpled body.

For long minutes they cuddled close in bed, trading soft caresses, affection-laced words, and adoring gazes between bites. Peaceful moments like this together were their favorite.

Eventually Harry set the tray aside before rolling over to blanket Y/N's body with his own. He nuzzled his face into her neck, peppering kisses along her sensitive skin.

"Stay in bed with me all morning, love?" he rumbled in that gravelly, sinful tone straight from her fantasies.

Y/N shivered lightly, tangling her fingers through his wild bedhead. "Like you even have to ask," she whispered huskily against his lips before capturing them in a scorching kiss.

They instantly surrendered themselves to lazy, languid lovemaking - all unhurried worship and keening devotions of everlasting love. Afterward, with blissful smiles curving their lips, the sated lovers cuddled close and drifted back into tranquil slumber tangled in each other's embrace.

"I love you…my everything," Harry murmured thickly before succumbing to sleep once more with his heart's other half tucked securely in his arms where she belonged.

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hi! *Waves like a weird-o*

You probably already know this, but I absolutely love your writing and you truly are so talented. Please never stop!! Even if you just write for yourself!!!

So I do have a mini request if you don't mind of course. Post-sex cramps? For female reader? Clone of your choice of course and any way you wanna write it; NSFW or NFW.

No rush of course!! Thank you!! ❤️

- Hales

And here is cat + kitten(s) for your troubles. And puppies if you like those better. And a snake if you like those too.

hiiii friend! *waves back like a weirdo* first of all, thank you so much?? for the kind words?? omg. I appreciate you so much—and the pictures of the baybiessssss! I love all of them, please give them snoot boops for me (if they're yours ofc). anyways, I hope this is somewhat in line with what you envisioned! I opted for the fluff/SFW route because I need that tonight lol enjoy! <3

Comforting Touches

Summary: Some HCs and blurbs about how the commander batch comforts you through some post-sex cramping.

Warnings: no actual sex described but still mature content so 18+, minors get outta here; f!reader, fluff, i guess hurt/comfort?, big strong stoic men being soft and loving

Word Count: 1.1k

dividers by @saradika and @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody

Like with many other things in his life, Cody is nothing if not thorough. Meticulous in the way that he picks you apart and puts you back together, painstaking in the image of self-confidence and dominance that he exudes when he’s intimate with you. 

And just as attentive to your needs after he makes you finish several times. If you wince in pain from the cramps beginning to twist your insides, despite the many orgasms he’d given you, he’s all over that. 

Tilts your head to the sides to check your vitals, gets you meds, and frowns when you try to shoo him off. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until you’re good, cyar’ika.” 

More than anything, you’re just grateful to still be sitting on the edge of his bunk. Between the shakiness in your legs from the strain of having him buried inside you just a few minutes ago, and the pain tugging at your body, you have no energy to stand right now. Cody sighs, a furrow deepening between his brows; you can’t resist the impulse to smooth his skin with your thumb. You trace the outline of his scar when his expression doesn’t relax. 

“Did I cause this?” he asks. Despite the way he tries to hide it, you can hear the concern underlying his words. 

Sighing, you shrug with one shoulder. “Kinda. But it’s okay,” you hurry to assure him. “It’s, um, most often caused by...intense orgasm. Or just intense sex. Happens now and then.” 

He blinks at you, your words clearly taking a moment to compute. Almost unbidden, a small groan escapes him. “O-Oh.” 

“Mhm.” You clench your teeth as another wave of cramps knifes through you. “Worth it.”

He cups your face in one hand, the other resting on your bare thigh, kneading your soft flesh. “Good. Because I can’t promise I won’t be able to keep myself from making you cum like that again.” 

His words are a promise, and you know Cody never breaks promises.

Wolffe

Listen I know we all think Wolffe is this hard-ass, mean dom (and he is) but he’s also very caring. Hard shell, gooey insides.

The minute you show signs of being in any kind of discomfort he’s right there, cradling you to his chest, smoothing his warm palms over your thighs, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. 

“Where’s it hurt, mesh’la?” 

You curl in on yourself within Wolffe’s embrace, your body trying to wrap itself around the dull pain blossoming in your center. Though pleasure lingers in your limbs, this unfortunate side-effect of sex occasionally makes an appearance, particularly after a good romp with Wolffe. Normally it’s not so bad, but right now, you just want to squeeze into a ball and sleep until the cramping fades.

“M’sorry if I hurt you,” Wolffe rumbles in your ear, his voice soft and quiet. “I know I can be rough.” 

“S’not that,” you say with a small smile. “Just...does this when it’s really good.”

“That seems counterintuitive.” 

You bark a short laugh. “Tell that to whoever designed the female human body.” 

Wolffe tucks your head under his chin and presses a large, warm hand over your tummy to act as an impromptu heating pad until the cramps dissipate, his lips pressing chaste, close-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders to help distract you. You hum in contentment, drawing lazy circles on his bare hip, relishing how his muscles flex under your touch.

Fox

If the cramps take a bit to set in, and you’re both already re-dressed and ready to go about your days, Fox will still immediately put his very busy schedule on hold to make sure you’re okay. 

Gives you pain meds, extra water, and kisses you sweetly. “Why don’t you lay on the couch here for a bit until you feel better, sarad?” 

If/when you protest, he simply gives you his best deadpan look—which is quite good, considering he’s perfected it through use on his men—and crosses his arms, cocking his hip. 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, the slight smile tugging at your lips vanishing into a twisted grimace at the next wave of cramping. Fox sighs and ushers you to the old, ratty couch he’d acquired for his office. He guides you to sitting down at the least, and nods in approval when you draw your legs up to your chest and hug your knees to put pressure on your center where the cramps are the worst. 

When he goes to turn away, you reach out to snag his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Fox?” 

“Hm?” He looks down at you, graying curls sweeping over his forehead. 

“Sit with me?” 

“Of course.” He graces you with a soft smile, retreats for just a moment to retrieve his datapad, and settles into the couch next to you. He rests one arm along the back of the couch; you snuggle into his warmth, grateful that he hasn’t yet put on the top half of his armor, and let your eyes drift shut, listening to the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his fingers over his datapad while he works. You’d be able to fall asleep there, in post-orgasmic near-bliss. 

Rex

Rex realizes that something is amiss the moment that you don’t roll over to cuddle him after he returns from getting you a warm rag to clean off with.

When you simply groan your answer, the post-sex cramps clenching your insides a little more intensely than you’re used to, he’s instantly in Protective Partner Mode. 

“I’ve got you, cyare.” 

With strong, steady hands, Rex gently repositions you on the bed so that you’re lying on your front, before settling his knees to either side of your thighs. His thumbs, calloused and rough, rub slow, comforting circles along your spine, from your butt to your neck and back. Though he knows by now that he can’t do much in the way of helping your cramps aside from offering pain meds (which he retrieves as soon as he realizes what’s going on), he can offer you relaxation of other sorts. 

His practiced hands work away all the knots and kinks in your back, urging your entire body into a state of bliss beyond the post-orgasm glow. 

“How’s this, cyare?” he asks, voice quiet, contemplative. 

“Feels s’good,” you mumble, face smushed into the sheets. “Thank you, Rex.” 

“Always.” He leans over you to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I’d say that I’d stop doing whatever causes these cramps, but—”

“Don’t you dare,” you interrupt, playfully glaring out of the corner of your eyes. “You know damn well the orgasms you give are worth this discomfort.” 

He preens just a little at that, and if he happens to give your butt a squeeze or two while resuming his massage, well, that’s his deal. 

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[xiaq]

It sounds like you're good with kids of all ages and I was hoping for advice. I'm going to meet my partner's nephews and niece next month for the first time (all under the age of 5) and I'm anxious about it because I was an only child and I've spent very very little times around kids. Do you have advice on how to make small people like you?

Friend, I have excellent news for you: small people are big people with no filter and less practice in modulating their voices. It is usually very easy to sort out what they like/dislike and then just do the things they like. So my basic advice is as follows:

1. Treat them like drunk adults. A. Talk to them like they're adults--ask them questions about their interests/toys etc. and seriously respond to their answers. None of that baby talk shit. B. Give them autonomy--ask if it's ok before picking them up or hugging them or helping them put on shoes (unless they're going to hurt themselves and you need to intervene of course). C. Don't be demeaning. Try not to laugh if they say or do something embarrassing. If they're hurt, validate that they're hurt and scared, and don't try to tell them they're fine. You have a whole lot of context they do not. Try to meet them where they are. 2. Find a thing they like and do it. Over and over again. Until they get bored/tell you to stop. A good way to start this process is to ask them to give you a tour of their room or ask them to show you their favorite toys. Example from last week: 3 yr old immediately showed me his car collection and laughed uproariously when I drove a toy car up his back, over his head, and then booped his nose with it (while making the appropriate sounds). After the first time he said "AGAIN" so I did this...probably 50 times over the next 10 minutes (and mixed it up by occasionally saying it was my turn--we gotta encourage sharing, you feel--and having him drive the car on me) (We also go to work on using gentle hands for nose boops. The first few were a bit rough, lol). But the point is, he laughed SO HARD every time. And then decided I was good people and took things from there, telling me he wanted to play "fix the plane" in which a plane needs fixing, I bring it into him, and then he fixes it. This lasted another 20 minutes. Small kids are very much about the thing they're about. If they're having fun doing a thing, just keep doing it, until they indicate they're done. A lot of adults will try to hurry kids along when the adult gets bored. Give the kid the space to set the time limits on things they enjoy for once and they'll adore you for it. 3. Thank them for their time. Like adults, kids love being appreciated and getting good feedback. I say "thanks for letting me play with X toy, I really like it." I say "thanks for showing me how X thing works, that's really cool." I say, "thanks for holding my hand while we walked through X place, that made me feel safe." And always at the end of the day/night I say "thanks so much for playing with me, I had a lot of fun spending time with you." Kids eat that shit up.

Also PS. Don't do that bend over with your hands on your knees thing. I don't know a single kid who likes that. To get on their level, kneel, crouch, sit or lay down. Don't loom.

Anyway. Hope this little run-through was helpful. Good luck!!

[seelestia]

who are a few mutuals that you appreciate alot? mutual appreciation day 🥰❤️😊🤩💐✨

OOOO FUNFUNFUN!!! thank u so much for sending this in and for essentially spreading positivity, nonnie. this is appreciated ♡ also, instead of strictly moots, i decided to extend my appreciation to everyone! moots, anons, friends and readers alike ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

some odeliaesqué sappy appreciation under the cut:

@yvnaology - one of my fav facts abt yona was that she's one of the first moots i ever had on tumblr!!! and she's a lyney kisser and a fellow aventurine kisser (#taste). also she's so silly (/aff) and easy to talk to! like u'll feel at ease around her. she deserves good great and awesome things in life, so make sure to water ur yona daily with love <3

@solarisfortuneia - mika wished me congrats when i reached 1k and i still remember it till this day <3 she's friendly in a shy/modest way and suchsuchsuch a good writer! e.g. i cry over this every day actually. mika also has her silly moments sometimes too. someone save her /j

@floraldresvi - simply the sweetest & most supportive moot EVER! vivi is full of love and she's good at giving some of that love to others <3 her selfships are like bottles of serotonin to me. 100% would drop anything and everything in my hands to support her!!! and ik she'd do the same for me <3 mwah mwah 💐💐

@monicahar - the moot who comes online once in a while and drops absolute meals when she does. ate, left no crumbs 🔥🔥 also SUPER FUNNY!!! and unhinged, i'm concerned but amused at the same time. i hope she's having a nice break!! thank u for ur past & future services ma'am. we love u 🤭🤭

@milk-violet - MIREI !!! sunshine personified but also vv precious. i'm the leader of # protecc mirei squad (real). best person to have ever appeared in my notifs and i lovelovelove when her username pops up. take care & good luck with school! IK U CAN DO IT. remember what i said: slay before ur slayed 🗣️

@xianyoon - the butterfly moot 🦋 !!! both socially and aesthetically hehe. sosooso sweet & kind. has creative projects and executes them well at that too. i personally crown her as genshinblr's best hostess™! also, send her a moodboard and she'll cherish u forever - that's one of her love languages <3 ++ her pretty & aesthetic rb's are such a good refresh for my dash. love her for it!!

@hermosacolibri - the name, 'starlight' fits them sm bcs i feel like if we were to take a peek into their mind, stars will burst out!!! /pos (<- unique complimenting skills ik pardon me). their ideas are brilliant and i can tell they put their all into pursuing their vision <3 it's truly an honor to be a witness & reader. if u want to check them out, they write over at @/starlightlacrimosazpsff !!! ★

@wolfhookk - aaaaa ri !!!! booping her x1000 rn bcs i cannot believe boop trend ended when she came online. the discrimination 😔 /j i'll always remember ri as my first ever moot on here like first, 1st, #1!!! i forever thank her for swooping into my inbox back then and she's welcome to do that even now any time she likes <3

@kaiserkisser - skylia is the true angst consumer, the realest of it!! even in different fandoms LOL. she's nice (and gremlin-ish) when u get to know her more and she reciprocates energy really well! i'll never forget the disaster of boops in my notifs /lh

@callilouv - COOL MUTUAL ALERT !!!! cool art & cool interests. truly, picasso w/ the finger and fandoms!! idk if cal still draws with his finger dhjahshsj but still vv mega cool!

@manager-of-the-pudding-bank - the grandpas & old men kisser where art thou 💔 /j loqua has that awkward & silly rizz!!! idk if she still does wax stamps but i still think it's really cool. bcs qua's just cool in general !!! hehe

@calxlu - aaaaa vi!!! the one who enables my rambles and selfships shhshsh i am so thankful <3 rambler 🤝 rambler is the best. i love talking to her and it's super reassuring to know that it's mutual! even if i take some time but i always look forward to seeing her replies in my inbox. it's like we're penpals across the screen talking abt irl stuff and our f/o's ꒰✿´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡

& honorable mention: @/zhongrin. rin does not interact with minors anymore (which i respect and so should everyone!), so we count as former moots. but !!! i still think she's an amazing person regardless <3 (note: her blog is equally as great but plsplspls be mindful of her rules beforehand.)

brainrot anon - A REAL ONE!!! always there when i come back from the grave each time. i get reminded of them whenever i look at my inbox, it's an instinct atp. their brainrots are so fun & random (but that's a charm in itself /pos) !!! tbh i love elaborating them all so never stop sending the brainworms in <3 feel free to treat my inbox as a drop-off for ur thoughts LMAO /gen. come by again soon!

michiki anon - MY COUSINNNMNMN!!! i still love and miss when they'd come into my inbox to chat. it was so nice getting to know someone in a casual way <3 i hope ur doing well wherever u are, michikinon! i'm doing well these days and i hope u are too 🤍

rix anon - their series still has me FLOOOORED. i still think it deserves a proper platform than just thru my lil ol inbox. it deserves more recognition :( but just the fact that i got to help share their writing alone is an honor of its own!!! i hope ur doing well too, rix anon <3

++ everyone who has left a nice feedback / said anything nice in my notifs or my inbox!! even a simple 'cute' or 'this is good' or even just leaving a note means sososo much to me. i'm just a measly guy in my own little corner on this site, really - so thank u thank u thank u all !!! 🫂

[realcube]

YOU GOT: TOBIO KAGEYAMA (timeskip)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'Love Language: giving, they are words of affirmation (I'm bad at saying things but I write love letters) and physical touch. Receiving, I like physical touch and acts of service.'

𓆩♡𓆪kageyama's main love langauges would definitely be physical touch + either acts of service or maybe quality time

𓆩♡𓆪 bc we've seen how is with hinata-

𓆩♡𓆪 he likes to pat on the head and poke you occasionally

𓆩♡𓆪 he is also tends to wrap his arms around you from behind, like whenever you are standing in front of him

𓆩♡𓆪 but bc you're a lot shorter than him (i think post time skip he is 6'2") when he puts his arms around you , it's not like around your waist or hips but rather he just drapes his arms over your shoudlers lol

𓆩♡𓆪 and in private he is definitely partial to squishing your cheeks and booping your nose

𓆩♡𓆪 he just thinks you're the cutest thing and can't help himself

𓆩♡𓆪 maybe soemtimes , like when you come visit him at practise, he'll forget his teammates are nearby and boop you on the nose

𓆩♡𓆪 and hoshiumi would see and soooo tease him for it

𓆩♡𓆪 calling him a sap

𓆩♡𓆪 and he gets all defensive about it at first like 'NO i didn't do that you need to get your eyes checked!!' but it dies down quickly anyway bc ushijima and the other swedish adlers genuinely do not gaf

𓆩♡𓆪 in fact some of them secretly think it's sweet

𓆩♡𓆪 but they don't mention it bc they know how tobio gets

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway, he would soo benefit from someone who is receptive to his touch and can match his cuddly energy

𓆩♡𓆪 yes i said it !!! tobio kageyama has cuddly energy and it's about time we accept this as a fact

𓆩♡𓆪 because his ideal night is spent in laying in bed, with you on this chest while he practises his sets

𓆩♡𓆪 as for your words of affirmation love language, he would so combust if you were to tell him how good of a player you think he is

𓆩♡𓆪 and compliment his volleyball skills, or just anything about him in general

𓆩♡𓆪 like he seriously would not know how to act and go bright red

𓆩♡𓆪 and he seems a bit ungrateful for the praise bc hes like 'thanks.. i guess??' but that's only bc he's a bit awkward

𓆩♡𓆪 and it's not like he' not used to people telling him how talented he is, i mean he's playing for a national team at age 21 ?? but praise coming from you just hits different for tobio

𓆩♡𓆪 oh and he would also die if you were to write him a love letter

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'd appreciate it so much and fold it up to keep it somewhere safe like under his mattress

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd try to write you one back but pls excuse him bc he's not very literate so it kinda reads like a 5 y/o wrote it but that's okay bc you can feel the heart he put into it 😓

𓆩♡𓆪 'your so pretty. i can't not beeleev your mine.' - kageyama tobio, 2024

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'Probably going to a cafe for a snack and then walking around town.'

𓆩♡𓆪omg this is so kageyama vibes

𓆩♡𓆪 he is defo down for a low intensity date

𓆩♡𓆪 tbh though i can imagine that he is lk an overthinker during dates so he might not talk much but just know that in his head he is stressing over the fact he's not talking enough lmao

𓆩♡𓆪 for the cafe part he'd probably get something small or he'd be down to share something

𓆩♡𓆪 so like he'd buy a cookie and split it in half to eat it with you 😩

𓆩♡𓆪 but in the process of splitting it inhalf , it crumbles a lil and like 1/3rd of the cookie just falls to the ground and you both stare at it like this 😶

𓆩♡𓆪 its okay though he has swedish adler money now he can just buy another one 🙌

𓆩♡𓆪 he is so awkward on a first date ARGH but it's sweet

𓆩♡𓆪 omg he got advice from hoshiumi that girls like guys with lots of money and ushi was like 'erm .. idk probably' so while you're waiting in line to order, tobio is like 'what do you want? 👁👄👁 don't worry i'll pay. order whatever you. i'll pay. do you like milk? i heard they do shakes here. did i mention that i'll pay?'

𓆩♡𓆪and during the walk that is probably when he'll open up a little and start acting like a normal human being again lmao

𓆩♡𓆪 defo down for a gossip sesh lk

𓆩♡𓆪 ALSO this is when the teasing starts bc (assuming you walk at an average pace) tobio probably walks at the same speed as you HOWEVER bc he has long ass legs, he can cover more ground

𓆩♡𓆪 so while you are walking he consistently has to check himself and slow down so he doesn't zoom past you

𓆩♡𓆪 and eventually he starts teasing you for it like 'it would be quicker if i just carried you at this point'

𓆩♡𓆪 but he does it with that cheeky smirk so you know he's just joking

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'People say I have a good poker face/a scary glare but I've never seen it.'

𓆩♡𓆪 okay LMAO this is so perf with kageyama bc like

𓆩♡𓆪 .. he's got that too??

𓆩♡𓆪 and since he has it too, i doubt he would see it on you and you might not see it on him either bc y'all are just used to your faces looking like that , iykwm??

𓆩♡𓆪 so he would think you have the sweetest resting face ever and you to him

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile everyone else when they see you two together are like 😨

𓆩♡𓆪 immediately scared and intimidated

𓆩♡𓆪 the DEFINITION of power couple 🤞

𓆩♡𓆪 and y'all just fuel each other on too, completely oblivious LOL

𓆩♡𓆪 like if kageyama's at a press event , one of the red-carpet, gala-style ones where the interviewers approach the players to ask questions

𓆩♡𓆪 (and ofc he brought you along as a plus one)

𓆩♡𓆪 and all his teammates have a bunch of interviewers and hosts approaching them to ask questions

𓆩♡𓆪 EVEN USHIJIMA!!!

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile lots of ppl are taking photos of y'all but hardly anyone is asking him questions bc .. they're too afraid

𓆩♡𓆪 so kageyama turns to you and is all like 'i don't know why i'm not getting interviewed..'

𓆩♡𓆪 and you're like 'right! 🤔 so strange.'

𓆩♡𓆪 meanwhile this is y'all:

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'I look for someone honest and caring. Someone who treats me the way I deserve to be treated.'

𓆩♡𓆪 this is very much him

𓆩♡𓆪 it might take kageyama a while to settle into the relationship

𓆩♡𓆪 but when he does

𓆩♡𓆪 he treats you like a certified QUEEN

𓆩♡𓆪 and he is very honest, whether he means to be or not lol

𓆩♡𓆪 he may have his volleyball career but you defo are a top priority of his still

𓆩♡𓆪 and he is always letting you know that

𓆩♡𓆪 and he really does care, sometimes he has a hard time showing it but he does

𓆩♡𓆪 and he'll always listen to anything and everything you have to say

𓆩♡𓆪 he also really admires that you know your self-worth, that sort of confidence is just a massive green flag in his eyes

𓆩♡𓆪 and he makes sure to remind you that you're worth all that and more

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for @justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms: i was thinking hinata bc his personality complements kageyama's so with you + hinata it would be like an opposites attract situation but your ideal first date is what made me choose kageyama for you

[w0uldyoubemine]

Firstly, how are you? I feel like people don't ask that enough. Also please feel free to not answer all the questions!!

Did anyone actually play any of the many versions of Clue/ other board games in between takes? That would be so funny....

Please please could you pass a message on? I would really really love everyone involved to know how much DBD is appreciated 💖 The acting is incredible, the set design, the writing, the costumes, the sheer amount of detail 🥹 The way the cast talk about their roles, the way Steve Yockey, Beth Schwartz and Neil Gaiman talk about how they have ideas for the future, you can feel the love they all have for DBD and it really shows!

No matter what happens next, this show is amazing from top to bottom and the season we have is outstanding. Nothing can take that away from you ❤️

The rest of the questions are the kind that I always tell people to stop pestering Neil Gaiman with lol. Instead, I'll leave with thank you for all your hard work & wish you all the very very best on whatever project you're working on next 🥳

PS please could you give your pupper a belly rub / boop? They're the goodest dog 😍

Hi there!

I’m doing just fine thank you, I appreciate you asking and hope you are too.

I actually don’t think anyone did play any of the board games - we had a lot of fun with various props and set pieces in Niko’s room though.

I will absolutely pass on the love! I’m still in regular contact with folks from the show (as we waited with baited breath to see if we get renewed!) and we share memes and posts so we see all the love!

Whenever I finish a show I always look at it like it’s one and done just in case we don’t get to do it again - as an AD we often go from show to show so it doesn’t always time out to come back. So I always make the most of it while we have it and hope we get to do more!

If you do think of any questions I’ll be happy to answer them - I don’t speak out of turn so I’ll only answer what I’m able to anyways 😂

I will absolutely give Buck a scratch for you

[kenobster]

I never know how to answer these when they appear in my inbox, but I do appreciate them, so have some mass answers to these asks now. XD

Thank you very much, anon! I don't know who you are obviously lol XD but I'm sure I would send it back to you if I knew 😍 Since I can't, everyone reading this, I hope you have a fantastic day and that you are cheered up and living your best lives. 😊

@fangeek-girl BOOPS YOU ON THE NOSEEE BACK 🐱🫵😈 (that means I think you're lovely.... OP said so, sorry, I don't make the rules 🤷)

@willameena and @fangeek-girl again!! What if I attack you???? What if I think YOU'RE wonderful!!!! What then?!?!?!?!?

@fangeek-girl agaiiiinnn 😍 lmao babe, there are not enough sunflowers on planet earth to send you 🥰🌻🫶

Also sidenote, I've had Sunflower by Post-Malone stuck in my head for about three weeks now. So watch out or I'll serenade you lmao

now @willameena again hehe XD I love all of these, but my favorites are definitely the ones that tell me to only pass on if I'd like to. Very much love and positivity felt, thank you friend. Back at you! 🫂💞🫂

Lol, so either one anon was concerned that I wasn't getting asks around November 13 to 14, 2024, or my followers REALLY love me😂 Either way, thank you anon(s)!!! YOU'RE wonderful. ✨ And I hope the abundant acts of kindness featured here maybe cheer YOU up if you need it. 🥰

@starwalkertales "I would die for you" but would you accept the fact that you're wonderful, too, for me? would you smile for me? would you smile right now for me???? 👀❤️👀❤️👀❤️

WHAT A GIANT HEART FOR SUCH A SMALL KENOBSTER! Thank you, anon! 🥹

❤️

[mastcrmarksman]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : Izzy

PRONOUNS : they/them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : I'll hand out my discord here and there, but you can reach me by DMs.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Clint Barton, and then I've got a handful of other blogs; but Clint will literally devour my soul and I can't write anyone else when this happens (it's happening)

BEST EXPERIENCE : Honestly, this come back to tumblr after being away for like 3 years. The friendships and dynamics I've built with Clint on my return has been amazing, and I'm also very glad people like how I write him, cause I've pretty much picked up comic Clint and said "he's mine now. i'm giving him a whole new arc/plot/story to explore and away from canon" and people are buying into that. Thank you so much everyone! I love all my friends and writing partners here so much <3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : Uhhh, pet peeves? I don't quite get what's with people not liking posts anymore or using the reply/comment feature more, like if you see someone posting an hc. Take a second to read? Give it a like or comment a heart even, if you're really that pressed to control your likes..... Dealbreakers, I haven't encountered anyone, I guess it'd be just if I pushed to write or make smut centric, but no one is doing that.

MUSE PREFERENCES : I like characters that have an internal struggle (lol that could be anyone). I don't know. I try to write so many types of characters, but characters like Clint I always come back too. Honestly, whatever is the character type that's been Clint Barton and Pepper Potts.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Memes are usually good to start, but I definitely wouldn't mind doing more plotting and giving a general direction to a thread. Although, really memes are great, and I truly appreciate those who send a bunch of memes, or don't mind treating some memes as one shots ( i love one shots ; just look at the length of some of my ask responses )

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Both. I want more shorter threads right now, but I have a knack for getting wordy and writing long things. This is why length matching does not matter, as long as there is enough substance to continue or something to help move something forward; a shorter reply to a longer reply is good; just as I tend to take a shorter thing and get longer with. This is also why I tend to like or mention with meme responses, like you can just reblog/save this and treat this as little one shot/drabble I wrote for you. I also tend to do the same.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : I don't get a lot of work, I am home all the time. So i'm bored a lot. So literally anytime, although I have a tendency to write a lot more late at night. For me, why I'm not writing is usually mood, or I don't have a very good set up for writing long haul; so if my neck, back, or hands and wrist start to cramp up cause my sit down to write isn't a good position/only position. That usually defeats me; like after I post this I will probably take a break, stretch, keep on my break and write a bit in a few hours.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : Yes and no / I don't know. I know I'm the type of neurospicy where Clint Barton has rotten my brain for like the past 15 years or something; and I've been writing him for like 10 years; that I'm probably funny like Clint is, but who actually knows lol. I try to be normal and healthy with muse and mun separation; even if his whole recovery arc is very important and real to me; and I will live in the delusion that is what I am getting from the comics as in I will just write it myself on my roleplay blog (this is a joke; legally I have to say that I think)

tagged by; @danversiism evil boops you infinity, ily tania <3

tagging: lol im suppose to tag people; if you wanna expose yourself, do it. flash the dash. i'll probably read it and like it.

[velvetcloxds]

if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

sam wilson + fake dating bc reader's parents really just won't leave her alone or the reader really needs a plus one at her cousin's wedding and also bc the reader doesn't want to be teased about how she "can't get some"

WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR | S.W.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: two oblivious idiots, pretend sam isn't outside in the gif lol

"I'm sure they didn't mean it like that," you're pacing, missing the sympathetic smile on your best friend's lips as he watches you from your couch, cold beer in hand as he waits for a reply, knowing you're not even truly listening to him.

"Like why would they assume that I'm coming alone? Is it really that unbelievable that I could find a plus one?" you paused, eyeing Sam for his reaction, pouting at him, silently begging him to set your mind at ease. "I could, couldn't I?" his eyes were soft as he nodded at you, beer abandoned on the coffee table, hand gently taking hold of your wrist to pull you towards him.

"Of course, you could, baby," he was convincing, the friendly nickname aiding in his plea as he guided you to sit down on the table in front of him, thumb brushing over your pulse point in an attempt to keep you settled long enough to actually hear what he's saying. "Look at me," he insisted with a little scoff, waiting ever patiently for you to stop being stubborn and meet his gaze and it took a second, a minute, but you finally looked up from your knees, pout very present still as you did. "Don't let this get to you so much, you could get any guy you want if you tried."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"Well, I am," he wasn't pleased with your objection, finding it very much offensive that you'd question his word when he considered himself a very honest and straightforward man, very rarely wrong but he'd never tell you that. "You want me to go with you? Haven't been to a wedding in forever, plus the world should get the chance to appreciate my dancing."

"I don't want a pitty date, Sammy," you sighed, carelessly taking his hand into your lap, fiddling with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, something you would've questioned in its casualty if you weren't so comfortable with him. "I want someone to want to go on a date with me because they like me, maybe cause they find me pretty."

"I like you," he argued with a scoff. "And I think you're way past pretty," he added and you were the one to scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, demanding some contradiction to his statement and receiving none as he shrugged. "Come on, you know I like seeing you all dolled up and looking fine, it'll do my ego good being seen with a stunner like you," his tone was teasing yet the way his eyes roamed your features made it clear that he was sincere. After all, you were his girl in every way but the way he wanted, his best friend, his human, the only person he'd be caught being so soft with, and even though he always thought there was more there, he wasn't going to force it, not until you showed any sign of wanting the same.

"You know my mom already thinks we're secretly hooking up," you mentioned and he shrugged again, smiling as you looked down shyly, heat rising up your neck at how casual he was being about this. "The rest of them would eat their hearts out at the sight of someone as good-looking as you walking in with me," you were starting to cave, seeing the pros to this little ruse and selfishly, you always enjoyed the way Sam pulled you just a little too close while dancing with you.

"So, you going to let me take you then? I'll buy you a corsage and everything," he offered and you laughed, not fighting against the grip that pulled you onto his lap, booping your nose as you giggled.

"That's for prom, Sammy, not for a wedding," you smiled, content as his arms wrapped around you in a platonic embrace, a comfortable position as you reached over to bring his beer back to him. "Will you go dress shopping with me too?" you quipped, watching with curious eyes as he took a slow sip, following his adam's apple as he swallowed, cursing the way it made your stomach flutter.

"Course, I will, you could give me a little fashion show while you fit them."

"Then yes, you can definitely be my date."

[late-to-the-party-81]

For the very first time - Chapter 5

[or 5 times the Cap Quartet slept with each other and 1 time they slept all together]

AN: So, I was going to post this yesterday, but then realised it would get hidden under a mountain of boop, lol. So have some Sam/Steve time. This is set after the events of CA:TWS, when Sam and Steve are following leads on Bucky around the world. Catch up on Chapter 4 here.

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Chapter Summary: Looking for Bucky, and Steve is frustrated. It’s a good thing that Sam is there to help him get out of his head and indulge him.

Chapter Relationship: Sam x Steve

Chapter Word count: 3.9k

CW: Mild Angst, referenced masturbation, Accidental Porn watching, Kink reveal, Daddy Kink, Friends to lovers, Top Sam, Bottom Steve, Pleasure Dom Sam, Sub Steve, Multiple orgasms, Super-soldier refractory period, Blow job, Anal fingering, Anal Sex.

Sam and Steve  - late 2014 

“A waste of fucking time,” Steve bit out as he walked into the hotel room and threw himself down on the bed. It was probably a good thing that Sam had been in charge of the keycard and therefore opening and closing the door - Steve would probably have taken it off its hinges with the mood he was in.

He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face, and was trying to toe off his shoes at the same time. Everything just felt like too much of an effort. 

It had been several months since the Triskelion and Bucky’s re-emergence and then subsequent disappearance. Steve had been obsessively scouring all of the intel he could get hold of through Maria’s new job with Stark and the remains of Nat’s assets. He’d flown all over the world, following up on sightings and even rumours, but no luck. Every time he arrived somewhere it was to find out that Bucky had already moved on, if he’d even been there in the first place. 

At least, for the most part, he’d had Sam with him. Sam, who’d barely known him and Nat when he’d agreed to aid them in their effort to take down HYDRA. Sam, the voice of reason, telling him when to stop, when to slow down and rest. Sam, the bonafide bad-ass who had now saved Steve by the skin of his teeth on more than one occasion. Sam, who was so god-damn attractive it should be illegal.

Nat, the loving friend that she was, had given him just enough details about what was under those tight-fit pants to make his general appreciation of Sam blossom into a full blown crush. Okay, Sam had helped with that by just being, well, Sam. Charismatic. Supportive. And as already stated, a badass.

Steve moved his arm from off his face and peered out from under his lashes. Sam was pottering around the small room, tidying up what very little mess there was, and then, unintentionally, set Steve’s heart racing when he pulled his shirt off over his head before picking up the towel from the end of one of the queen beds in the room.

“I’m gonna get a shower before you get in there and use up all the hot water,” Sam teased, grinning at Steve’s prone form. Steve flipped him the bird as Sam turned away with a chuckle and made his way into the small hotel bathroom.

This was always the worst part, Steve thought. Knowing that Sam was only a few feet away. Naked. And with his enhanced hearing he could hear Sam when he hummed or whistled under the spray. He’d also heard Sam do other things while in the shower, which had led to Steve, ashamedly, copying along and wondering what Sam actually looked like when he…

Steve shook his head. He should not be thinking about his friend like that, even if he knew that friend liked guys as well as girls, the way that he did himself. Even if Sam liked to flirt with him and leave him flustered. He should be concentrating on finding Bucky, because Bucky needed him.

The shower shut off and a minute later Sam reappeared, towel wrapped around his waist, chest still damp, and clutching his pants and underwear.

“All yours, Rogers. The pressure’s good too. Maybe a good shower will help you get out of your bad mood. I’m gonna order room service, cos I’ll be damned if I’m getting dressed to go out again. Want me to order the works?”

There he was again, looking out for Steve. ‘The works’ was code for ‘a super-soldier amount of food’. By ordering for himself he was making it look as though he wasn’t actively ensuring that Steve didn’t pass out from hunger. It apparently hadn’t taken long for Sam to get Steve’s number, although he wouldn’t put it past Nat to be slipping Sam information. Hell, she probably even had a dossier labelled ‘Dealing with Steve Rogers’.

“Sounds good. Thanks Sam,” Steve replied before sitting up and shucking his own shirt. He hesitated a moment, but realising how much time they’d already spent together, he also stripped out his jeans and socks and made his way into the bathroom in just his boxer briefs. Despite facing away from Sam, he got the feeling that the other man was watching him the whole time.

His shower took him ten minutes, and somehow, Steve managed to not jack off while he was in there, despite the urge being quite high. It did mean, however, that he had to try and hide his half-chub by holding his underwear in his hands in front of his towel before walking to the far side of his bed so that Sam couldn’t see him.

For his part, Sam wasn’t really paying attention. He’d changed into a pair of grey sweats and a red sleeveless tee and was currently standing at the hotel room door, accepting the trolley of food that had been sent up for them. On the surface it looked like a veritable feast, but Steve knew from experience that it was only just enough to keep his body going until the morning. There had to be some downsides to the serum, and having to spend a large portion of his back-pay on groceries and protein shakes was one of them.

Steve changed into his own sweats -navy - and his own tee - white and looking like it was a size too small - before moving across the room to investigate what Sam had ordered. His face lit up as he took in the selection.

“Thanks, Sam. You know me so well,” he exclaimed as he claimed the triple stack burger with its accompanying tower of onion rings and bucket of fries.

“No problem,” Sam replied. “Come on, let’s sit and watch some TV. We can eat on my bed, but wheel that trolley round your side. I’ve got all I want here.” He gestured to a large bowl of what looked like chicken and spicy rice that he’d placed on one of the side tables of his bed. Steve gave him a small nod, and then the pair of them got themselves comfortable.

Sam picked up the remote and flicked through several channels, before settling on a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen. “This okay with you?”

“Sure,” Steve mumbled around his burger. “I don’t want something I need to concentrate on.”

The next thirty minutes passed and Steve made his way through the pile of food that Sam had ordered for him, although Sam did steal a few fries from him once he’d finished his own meal. 

“You could have ordered some for yourself,” Steve jokingly chastised.

“Like you’ll miss five fries, you lug.” Sam jostled his arm against Steve’s and then they were both chuckling. The credits began to roll and Steve picked up the remote to find something else to put on. He flicked through the channels, the choices getting stranger and more niche the further up the list he went until….

“Fuck me, Daddy!”

Steve flushed, realising he’d scrolled as far as the porn channels and became very aware that he was sitting very close to Sam while on the screen a twinky young man was getting a good going over by a larger, burlier one.

“Ummm,” he stuttered out. He turned his head to look at Sam, but found the other man looking back at him with a grin on his face, but an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you had a ‘Daddy’ kink, Steve. But to each their own. Which one are you?”

Sam was teasing him. Obviously. But Steve found he couldn’t speak. His mouth had gone dry and in his mind’s eye he was lying on his back, Sam folding him in half, splitting him open and…

He must have been sitting silent and wide-eyed for too long, because he came back to himself, blinking at the sound of a deep chuckle, while the porno continued to play in the background.

“Oh, sugar. You’re gagging for it, aren’t you? And from the look on your face, you don’t want to be the Daddy. But are you looking for one?” Sam’s voice dropped even lower. “Want me to be your Daddy, Steve?”

“I - umm.” Steve’s brain was not co-operating, but that was probably because all his blood was in his dick, obscenely tenting his sweats, as his eyes roved of their own accord over Sam’s muscular body. Sam lifted his hand and cupped Steve’s face, brushing his thumb over one of Steve’s cheeks.

“You’re not as subtle as you think when you’re checking someone out. And that’s okay. I had a feeling there was something here when we first met, and then Nat confirmed it. But it’s down to you. We don’t have to do anything about it, if you don’t want to. Can forget this even happened, and just be friends. But I gotta let you know, you’re a sweet looking thing, Steve Rogers, and I care an awful lot for you. I’d be honoured to help you work out a little tension, if you’ll let me.”

Steve felt like a deer caught in headlights, an eerily familiar sensation. He wanted. Oh, how he wanted. But he was also conflicted. He was looking for Bucky. Bucky who he loved and now knew was alive. Should he do this? Indulge himself? He’d had no such qualms when he’d slept with Nat, and it wasn’t as though he didn’t have feelings for Sam as well, but the confusing thoughts swirled around in his mind.

“Talk to me, Steve. What’s going on in that enhanced brain of yours?” Sam was still gently stroking his face, not making any other move to touch him. Steve looked him straight in his eyes, saw the affection as well as the lust that was now clearly telegraphed and his defences, his reservations, ebbed away.

“Make me stop thinking, Sam. Please!” His plea was almost whispered - raw and desperate.

Sam’s smile widened as he shifted and moved closer, leaning over Steve as he sat on the bed and brought their lips together. 

Since waking up, despite what Nat had initially thought, Steve hadn’t been celibate, having sought out a few anonymous hook-ups with both men and women. The only problem had been that most people had assumed that because of his size that he’d naturally want to be in charge and while that may sometimes have been the case, it wasn’t what he wanted all of the time. However, as soon as Sam kissed him, leaned into it with natural dominance, Steve knew that Sam got him. Knew what Steve needed in the here and now. His heart sang and he felt no guilt as he turned himself over to the sensations.

He reached out, his hand curling into the front of Sam’s shirt just as Sam’s tongue demanded entry to his mouth. He let it in gladly, enjoying the soft urgency, filled with want, but also unhurried. He whined, his own tongue joining in the dance as Sam pressed him back onto the bed, lying on top of him. Steve didn’t know how long they made out for, slow and easy, with their bodies pressed together and their cocks brushing against each other through their clothes, but he could feel impatience - a neediness - burning through his veins, and when he began to roll his hips, in search of more friction, Sam broke away with a chuckle.

“Feeling needy, Steve? What do you want from me?” Sam questioned him gently, no doubt aware of how Steve was floating off into a different headspace. He dipped his head and nuzzled at Steve’s throat before latching onto a patch of skin and sucking a mark onto it. “We could just do this - make out and rub against each other? Or I could put my hand on you, stroke your no doubt pretty cock until you come and cry? Or we could go further? I could open you up, stretch you out and fuck you until you don’t know your own name?”

Steve let out a moan, his eyelids fluttering at the mental image Sam had painted for him. Sam just moved to the other side of his neck, raising a matching mark that would unfortunately fade too soon. “Words, sugar. Need to know you’re on board.” He reached down, open palm skimming over Steve’s chest, brushing against one of his nipples, causing it to peak under his shirt. Then, without warning, Sam pinched at it, and Steve wailed, the pain and the pleasure merging into one.

“Fuck me!” Somehow, he managed to make his voice work. “Please! Want you in me.”

Lazily, Sam brushed his palm over Steve’s other nipple, and gave it the same treatment.

“Who do you want in you, sugar?” he asked as he tweaked on the stiff nub.

“Daddy!” Steve cried out. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me.”

Sam captured his lips again, and while Steve was dizzy and disoriented from the sudden harshness of it, Sam stripped him of his t-shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull the fabric over Steve’s head. 

Sam then moved back, stepping off the bed, quickly removing his own clothes and turning off the TV. Steve couldn’t move from where he was, his hands lying on the bed level with his head and his eyes squarely on Sam’s cock which bobbed in front of him, already shiny on the end with precum. Steve’s lips felt dry and he couldn’t help but wet them with his tongue, eliciting yet another rumbling laugh from Sam. 

“You’re cock-drunk already and I haven’t even started with you.”

He stepped closer again, his fingers curling around the waistband of Steve’s sweats, and perfunctorily peeled them from his body. Steve’s own cock bounced and slapped against his abs. Discarding Steve’s pants on the floor, Sam reached out and walked two fingers up the rigid length of Steve, from base to tip.

“Well, what do we have here? This all for me, baby?”

“‘S,” Steve mewled. “For you, Daddy.”

“And if Daddy was in the mood to ride this perfect cock, would you let him?” A disappointed noise left Steve’s throat at the question, because if that’s what Sam wanted then Steve would happily let him, but he just really wanted to be fucked right now - feel that stretch and burn and the almost overwhelming feeling of his prostate being rubbed just right by that perfect looking cock.

As if he could read Steve’s mind, Sam lay his hand flat on Steve’s abdomen and stroked upwards, soothing him. “It was just a question for another time, baby. I’m not gonna go back on my promise to turn you into a mess on my dick.”

“Yeah.” Steve shook his head earnestly. “‘Nother time. Let you do wha’ you want. But I need you.”

Sam gave him a knowing smile, before he dipped down to his bag, rummaging through it for a few moments before pulling out a bottle of lube. Then, with a broad grin, he crawled back up onto the bed, between Steve’s thighs.

“Pass Daddy a pillow, sugar.” At Sam’s gentle command, Steve reached up and snagged the one he wasn’t resting his head on, passing it down to Sam’s waiting hand. Then, with a tap to his hip, Steve planted his feet flat on the bed and lifted himself, so that Sam could wedge the pillow under his ass.

“Keep your legs like that,” Sam directed and Steve nodded his head, lower lip caught between his teeth. Sam flicked open the cap of the lube and squirted some out into his right palm, before taking a firm hold of Steve’s cock and starting to jerk it.

“Do you know how many times you can come, Steve? I take it you can recover quickly?”

Steve nodded again, before realising that Sam actually wanted a verbal answer. “F-four,” he replied. “‘Ve done four on my own.”

“Good boy,” Sam drawled, speeding up the motion of his hand so that his thumb pressed up Steve’s frenulum and over his tip, mixing the lube and Steve’s pre-cum together. “You come when you want. I’m gonna give you as many as you can handle.” 

With his free hand, Sam stroked over Steve’s body, sliding up to play with his nipples again, before going lower and cupping Steve’s heavy balls. He even dipped his head and mouthed at the soft skin of Steve’s thighs. All throughout he mumbled soft words of praise and encouragement, and it didn’t take long for Steve to reach his first peak. His hands fisted the sheet and his back arched as his cock jerked in Sam’s hold, shooting spurts of sticky, white cum over Sam’s fingers and his own stomach.

“There you go, sugar. One down…” Sam lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked Steve’s spend from them, a sight so down-right filthy that Steve’s eyes widened and he squirmed on the sheets. Sam just smiled back at him, before scooping more of the puddle up and moving his hand between Steve’s legs.

When Sam’s fingers connected with his hole, Steve shuddered, his cum still warm and slippery and Sam gently massaged at the taut ring of muscle. Steve tried to relax his body and let the sensations wash over him, but it wasn’t long before his cock was rock hard again and he was pressing up against Sam’s hand. Sam added more lube to his fingers, spreading it liberally, before pressing in with one finger. Steve let out a wordless moan, his body inviting the invading digit with ease. 

Sam pumped it in and out, quickly able to press the whole length of his finger inside Steve. He added a second, and Steve could almost hear the smirk on his face when Steve let out another groan. Sam spent a few minutes scissoring his fingers, stretching Steve out, before he crooked his fingers and Steve jerked like a puppet on a string. With a smile on his face, that Steve could only just see from under his lowered lashes, Sam started to rub gentle circles over Steve’s prostate. 

Steve was no stranger to a prostate massage, but it had been a long time since he’d had one so good. His cock was already twitching, precum coming out in little spurts with every press against that small organ inside him.

“Daddy…” he cried out, hoping Sam understood his need.

“Just relax,” Sam coaxed, wrapping his free hand back around Steve’s flushed cock and stroking in time with the pumps of his fingers. “There we go. Let it happen. Come for Daddy, baby.”

This time, it felt like a river - an endless stream - of cum just flowing from him and Steve writhed with the pleasure of it. 

Sam repeated the same thing when he added a third finger, rubbing over Steve’s spot, almost to the point of overstimulation, and firmly stroking Steve until he started to shudder. Sam this time took the tip of Steve’s cock in his mouth, sucking firmly, making it feel as though he was drawing the cum from him.

After that third orgasm, though, Sam finally gave Steve what he wanted, removing his hand and shuffling closer on his knees, before pressing his own weeping cock against Steve’s lax hole. He slid in easily, pressing in almost to the hilt on the first thrust, Steve’s primed body accepting him without complaint. He started thrusting slowly, taking the time to get to know Steve’s body like this - for them to both get used to it. He carefully avoided hitting Steve’s sensitive prostate head on, wanting to give him a reprieve for a short time and give himself time to enjoy this. Instead he leant over, his hands coming down onto the bed next to Steve’s own hands.

“Open your eyes, Steve. Look up at me.”

Steve dragged his eyes open, the delicate lids feeling as though they were weighed down with concrete. 

“You’re so pretty, sugar,” he drawled and then ducked his head down, taking Steve’s lower lip between his teeth and giving it a nip. Steve squeaked and bucked his hips up.

“More, Daddy. Please.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Sam cautioned as he dropped kisses over Steve’s collarbone and upper chest. “Just trust me. I’ll get you there. Now, wrap your legs around me.”

As Steve did so, his hips tilted a bit more, making it easier for Sam to slide his cock back and forth over Steve’s prostate. Steve drew in a ragged breath as he felt his nebulous fourth orgasm start to coalesce somewhere in his balls. His cock was trapped against Sam’s firm stomach, and his previous spend was easing the way.

Steve was starting to feel overwhelmed by it all, his hands carefully gripping Sam’s shoulders as he rolled his body to meet each one of Sam’s thrusts.

“Where do you want Daddy’s cum, baby? Do you want me to make a mess of your slutty hole?”

Steve couldn’t think of a single thing that would be better. “Yes,” he moaned out with enthusiasm. “‘M a dirty slut for you, Daddy.”

“And are you gonna come with me?” Sam asked, slyly.

“Yeah. Gon’ come. So close.” His words were slurred, the pleasure acting like a drug in his system.

“Do you need to touch yourself, or can you come like this?”

“Like this ‘s good. So good, Daddy.”

Sam altered his rhythm, slowing down, but making each stroker harder and deeper. He tangled the fingers of his right hand with Steve’s left and kissed him, each swipe of his lips an entreaty for Steve to come.  Then, with that first sensation of his orgasm racing up him, his body tightening, Steve heard Sam groan into his mouth and felt Sam’s cock twitch inside him, filling him all the way up.

Steve let himself float on the wave of bliss, only vaguely aware of Sam pulling away from him, and only because the lack of weight against his body made him feel more floaty. He tried to reach out with his hand, but it felt like a dead-weight and fell back onto the mattress.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam muttered quietly in his ear, and Steve just smiled dopily. A minute or so later, Sam’s hands were back on him, a warm, damp washcloth, wiping the sweat and cum from his skin. The pillow, that was probably ruined, was pulled out from under him, and then Steve felt Sam tugging at the coverlet, trying to get it over Steve’s frame that felt as if it was made from over-cooked noodles. 

Sam padded around the room, clearing the plates from their meal and turning out the lights until the only illumination came from one small lamp. When he climbed into the bed, his naked body brushing up against Steve’s side, Sam came to rest facing Steve, propped up on one elbow. His fingers gently raked through Steve’s hair.

“Feel better? Was that okay?”

Steve sighed happily and snuggled against Sam’s form. “Was excellent. Thank you.”

“No problem. I really do care for you, you know?”

Steve tilted his head to look up at Sam’s face, taking note of the serious expression in his dark eyes.

“I care for you too, Sam. A lot.”

Sam dropped a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Good to know. And maybe, next time, we can try for five? What do you think about that?”

Steve just smiled against Sam’s skin, wrapping both his arms around the other man and pulling him into a tighter embrace before succumbing to sleep.

Chapter 6

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[ryuichirou]

Replies

First of all, sorry to all of those who didn’t get my boops in return!! I send them even now but mentally. Boop.

I ended up spending all my writing time on headcanons… but still, here are some regular replies!

A couple about Idia, a couple about fandom stuff.

Anonymous asked:

THE GAY THOUGHTS ARE OVERTAKING IDIA

this seems like a pre-photo of that one art you did with idia and Lilia in the concert bathroom ngl... perhaps they are related??

Ohh, you remember that one!!

Technically yes, this is pretty much the same story, just the before and after thing lol Although they’re dressed differently in these two posts (my bad), both of them stem from the same scenario Katsu and I came up with a year ago.

Anonymous asked:

Alright, so we see how Idia reacts when someone reacts aggressively against the crap he says but what would happen if he says a snide remark to someone and then they proceed to verbally and psychologically obliterate him on the spot? Would he freeze up, talk back?

We’ve seen it with Sebek a couple of times, even though Sebek doesn’t really obliterate him psychologically (he is much weaker than Idia in this sense…), but I think Idia tends to talk back. Idia is quite stubborn, and talking back and escalating the situation is one of his biggest defence mechanisms. He is the master shit-talker and a genius of snark, so he might win against the majority of people + he is so self-deprecating that not a lot of people would know what to say to him to actually hurt his feelings – Idia berates himself much worse than that on a regular basis + expects that everyone hates his guts anyway. But I don’t think it’s impossible to shut him up using only verbal abuse… Lilia might be the one who succeeds at that, actually.

Anonymous asked:

warning, ranting here im so sorry I just need to get it off my chest :(

even if you do not see this that's ok, im a big fan of your art plus headcanons and the fact you also ship my rare pair. but recently my mutuals found out I follow you and like your art and I have troubles talking with them. sometimes they say that im supporting that type of behaviour by interacting and im torn. I am not sure what to do. I personally do not mind your shroudcest, they are fictional and you probably do not support it. sorry for the rant and assumptions. English is not my first language so im sorry if it's hard to understand.

Hi, Anon! I am very happy you like our stuff and I really appreciate that you just ignore the things that you don’t particularly like: I feel very lucky that we have people like you now.

It’s very unfortunate that your friends make you feel bad about following us, I am very sorry to hear that. And I can’t tell you how to deal with your friends, since I don’t know what kind of relationships you have, but I always say it: a friend should be able to see past someone’s interests and be open-minded, and not make you feel horrible for liking certain things that don’t harm anyone. And you don’t even like those things – you just ignore them and like something completely different. How is it supporting me? It doesn’t even affect stuff that we post and draw – I would’ve drawn all that anyway.

If you want to hear it: I don’t support any of the problematic themes that I draw in real life. This is such an obvious thing to me, such a given, such a common sense thing, that it’s honestly very offensive that someone might even consider that this isn’t the case simply because I draw certain stuff. Please note that you are not offending me, Anon, you’ve done nothing wrong and I’m just venting back. People throw assumptions so easily just to harass us or their friends for supporting us, those are such big words and allegations, it’s honestly messed up that this is a norm.

But I digress. I could only suggest you to reflect on your relationship with those people and try to make compromises that make sense for you. It’s easy to say, but try not to let them bully you. Try not to let people who don’t trust you enough to know that you wouldn’t condone stuff like that irl dictate you how you live your life. This is a game that you can’t win: even if you stop supporting me, it’s not a guarantee that you won’t get smacked for something else in the future. I don’t know your friends. But a lot of people experienced that. It’s mentally challenging trying to walk on eggshells all the time, especially because of something that’s not even true, so take care of yourself.

Thank you once again for your message. I hope things get better.

Anonymous asked:

I hope this doesn't come off creepy but as someone who creates art and fic of an incesty oc!shroud x Idia ship. It makes me happy to see you supporting and creating weird unhinged stuff. For now I live vicariously through you and maybe one day I'll be bold enough to post the newer sketches I have for my story.

Thank you for your message, Anon! I am super happy that our stuff gives you some comfort and confidence to create things that you care about; it means a lot to hear that.

Also! Kudos to you for creating an incest Oc!Shroud x Idia ship hehe ^w^

[br4tpr1nce]

My First Year of Kinktober!!!

i just finished my very first year of kinktober! somehow, i wrote 31 smuts (of varying quality) in 31 days. i may have lost a lot of sleep, but i instead gained a 100 page google doc filled that depravities that would cause me to die of embarrassment if anyone in my real life found out about it lol.

thank you so much to everyone who read my work and left kudos or comments. it really means so much to me and it always brings a smile to my face to know that people appreciate my writing, even if the writing is of gay vampires getting railed senseless.

i hope all of you enjoyed your halloween whether you went trick or treating, went to a party, or just stayed home and booped your moots on tumblr! happy halloween everyone!

[lindszeppelin]

Hi Linds. These items may seem random but in my mind they are all connected:

1. That is 100% SAD about anyone thinking being pretty and having $ constitutes end game. I really want those folks to get help. I mean it. That is really kind of scary to think that’s a relationship ideal.

2. I am giving and getting boops today and it’s making me smile! But I also remember Facebook pokes, which I LOATHED. Don’t fucking poke me. A boop is so much nicer. 😉😂

3. I wish K and Elordi would get back together. They seem a lot more suited to each other — pretty and he seems to give off a similar self absorbed, shallow vibe. At least to me.

4. I have a dove’s nest on my balcony with two eggs and the first baby hatched today!!!!!!! It’s the SWEETEST and I am obsessed with them!!

💜

hi darling!!

it is very scary and it proves they don't know what love really is. and also that they need more life experience

FACEBOOK POKES i remember those days so much, im glad we had the same thought lol. my wall would be filled with my friends poking me. the boops i can handle lol

they were better suited for eachother that's for sure. kaia just needs to be with someone who likes to be public on every front, period

OMG you have a dove's nest?? i have deep symbology with doves, that's so crazy you said that. i appreciate you telling me that, i'll take it as a sign lol. but im happy to hear the first baby hatched!! thats so cute.

[jenkys-hoard]

A sneak peak of The Nutcracker and His Shadow (how much of a sneak is dependent on how much of this drabble @cursegirlrabbit wants to use in the actual fic lol)

"Alright..." Donald settles down in the steps. His joints are still stiff from the cold and sitting on a staircase made of ice certainly isn't going to help, but that's not exactly his main concern at the moment. He casts a final glance around as he sets down the lantern; the queen has been exceedingly kind but, call it a gut feeling, they need to be alone for a bit. "I can tell your upset and it's something other than being separated from Panchito."

Jose, his shadowy reflection being projected clearly onto the icy wall next to him, makes a point to roll his shoulders as if he's confused.

"Don't give me that." Donald leans back on his hands, stretching out his legs to relieve some of the ache. "You've been weird since we got here...."

He scrunches his beak a bit as Jose makes a point to make his eyes look in any other direction- he knows he's not fooling anyone, he might as well be a bit childish about it.

"Is it..." Donald pauses, trying to formulate his words, "Is it because you're just stuck with me now?" he tries to keep any hurt out of his voice, it certainly wouldn't be the first time he's made friends with someone who just can't take that much of... him.

Jose visibly startles, arms flailing and eyes wide as saucers- he hastily corrects the action to fervently shake his head no, make X's with his arms, anything he can fathom to deny that thought process immediately.

The change in demeanor is so sudden, Donald can't help but laugh.

Jose noticeably relaxes but his feathers are still on end and eyes are now narrowed.

"I'm sorry." Donald snorts. He tilts his head to gaze at the shadow. "Thank you, though."

Jose nods sharply, feathers relaxing as he finally curls in on himself, letting it show that he does need help...

"Well," Donald bumps his shoulder against the wall playfully, "We're not heading out til tomorrow and we'll be stuck together allllllll niiiight~" he chuckles, victoriously getting a grin out of his companion.

Jose fidgets with his hands, trying to formulate his "words". Some way to feasibly communicate what's wrong.... Not that he even really wants to; its embarrassing and, in the grand scheme of things, just really damn petty...

Caught up in his head, Jose winds up fidgeting his hands into two beaks and just- booping them together in a 'kissy' motion....

Donald stares at the shadow hands, taking in his friend's anxious posture as he gently pokes his pursed fingertips together... Contemplatively, Donald mimics the motion, trying to draw a meaning from it.... "...!" Donald's face flushes scarlet, the chill leaving his body in an instant. "Ah-... is this.... this is about the kiss?" Donald tries to to choke on his words too hard in his flusterdness.

Jose nods hesitantly, eyes darting between Donald and the floor in frantic anxiety.

Donald stares at his shadow friend helplessly. When Reginella had given him a quick peck on the cheek earlier, he honestly hadn't thought too much of it; her Majesty is cute, yes, someone he could see himself with? In other circumstances, maybe. But, as he's in a world that is not his own, one where he cannot possibly stay nor ask her to leave, one where their meeting is simply an ever-fleeting moment in some much grander scheme? Well, he took the kiss at face value. As an equally-fleeting gesture of appreciation and friendliness... Perhaps, it seems, Jose read more into it? Why would he though? Donald had found himself under the impression that Jose and Panchito were partners... Maybe it's that Jose is missing the ability to interact physically with others? Maybe... Donald holds his hand to the wall in a way not dissimilar to how he had during the storm...

Jose smiles at the gesture, moving one of his hands to match. His eyes fill with longing and sadness that should be inpercievable in his current form.

Donald takes in the look... He's relied on his instincts a lot in his life, if he does so once more? What's the harm?

He leans closer, taking advantage of Jose's attention on their "joint" hands to press his beak to the shadow's 'cheek'.

It's quite silly, really, but Jose visibly melts under the attention of the motion so he'll count it as a win.

Satisfied that his friend is in better spirits, Donald moves back- oh phooey.