#c: the charity ball

[thevalicemultiverse]

Tonight’s charity ball cancelled due to budget for it been donated to the charity it was suppose to raise money for to begin with.

Alice: . . .I mean -- that IS a very logical use of the funds. And keeps me from having to socialize with a bunch of complete strangers, so -- good.

[akixxsstuff]

Masters Who Serve (Black Butler Smut Part 1)

Sebastian Michaelis x female reader

Slight NSFW content // Part one

Summary: You discover that you're little brother Ciel sold his soul for ultimate care and protection to his demon butler, Sebastian. But when you offer the same exchange to Sebastian he declines since he...

already had another proposition in mind.

"The queen is hosting a charity ball tonight so please dispose of any intruders to ensure her safety".

"Please bring me another cup of tea once you've finished with the laundry".

"Cancel my appointment with the seamstress this afternoon".

Every request of yours was immediately met by your demon butler, Sebastian.

"On your knees now mistress, my cock isn't very patient".

"Moan louder for me lass, I want everyone to hear you".

"Strip. I want to see every inch of your naked body right here and right now".

And every request of his was immediately met by you.

Protection and care in exchange for sex was the deal between you two until death did you part. With how rentless you both were with your demands the question always remained: who was really the master in this contract?

Was it you for having Sebastian constantly sacrifice himself for your safety? Or was it Sebastian for having you abandon any task in order to satisfy his lust? Was it you for working him to the bone with every kind of duty imaginable? Or was it him for not allowing you to ever be married or to sleep with another person?

As you ponder on all of this your mind takes you back to the very day you made your exchange...which was also the same day you lost your virginity.

"Sebastian! Take my soul too! I want you to protect and care for me just as you do to Ciel" you cried.

"Doesn't that seem a little unnecessary since my services also already benefit you? You are his sister after all my lady" Sebastian queried.

"Yes but once Ciel has his revenge you'll both be gone forever and I can't uphold the family name by myself. Together or alone me and Ciel can't do anything without you so just take my soul!".

"To be quite frank with you mistress I do not wish to go the same troubles once again for just another meal" Sebastian groaned.

"There must be something else that want" you whimpered.

Sebastian chuckled, "Because of your brother's contract I can not say that there isn't".

"Please Sebastien tell me" you begged.

"A human as beautiful as you would do perfectly in satisfying my carnal desires, you ought to receive some training of course but within time I know you'll be the perfect plaything" Sebastian smirked.

"Y-you're asking for my purity? We're not betrothed S-sebastian" you stammered while flushed.

Butterflies filled your stomach as you felt the silk of Sebastian's glove caress your cheek. "You're as sweet and sensitive as a fresh bouquet of orchids mistress, and I know you'll flourish immensely from some much-needed attention".

He gazed adoringly into your eyes and brushed your lip with his thumb, he was so close that you could smell the vanilla he was baking with earlier.

"I suppose you're right...what are your conditions?" you whispered in a daze. "To fornicate with me in anyway and anytime I desire as well as to never be betrothed nor fornicate with anyone but me" Sebastian devilishly smiled.

"You'll truly never allow me to fall in love? To be betrothed?" you whimpered as your heart sank. Sebastian leaned in even closer, "No husband will be able to protect you like me, isn't that the entire reason for this discussion? Y/N?".

You gasped as you felt Sebastian leave a trail of tender kisses down your neck, "Tell me your deepest desires...please...I need you" he softly groaned.

"Y-you will obey all my c-commands until my d-death, you will n-never discuss this n-negotiation with anyone but us and you will never lie to me" you choked as you felt the tip of his tongue glide slowly further down your neck.

You were in such a overwhelming daze of lust that you couldn't think clearly, which Sebastian took full advantage of, "I know you crave for more mistress so pledge to follow our contract". "I concur wholeheartedly" you breathlessly moaned without a second thought.

You weren't aware that all this passionate affection from Sebastian was nothing but a mere manipulation tactic. A hopeless romantic like you would never agree so readily to a contract of sexual slavery with a demon, so he needed to lure you in and you had completely fallen for it.

[fandomnerd9602]

New Friends

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Life was slowly adjusting for you, your lovey doe-human mate Wanda and of course the twins Billy and Tommy.

Your wolf pal Natasha had noticed how the boys were only playing with each other. Which was all fine and dandy for brothers but they needed socializing too. They needed friends their own age too.

The boys weren’t old enough for kindergarten yet so they spent each day with you and Wanda at the Sanctuary. They spent it with either you and Wanda or with aunt Natasha and uncle Pietro. And they wasn’t any hybrids around the boys’ age. Moreover the other hybrids were more amazed that there even were hybrid children.

You and Wanda could tell that the boys were starting to feel it too. There was a certain level of loneliness that the two felt and as their parents, you and Wanda could feel it too.

That all changed when one day, an old friend of yours pulled up to the Sanctuary. A hybrid Doctor by the name of Stephen Strange.

“(Y/N), Wanda,” he gently motioned for you and your mate to join him at his car. “This hybrid came to my office, she had nowhere to go and she couldn’t find the Sanctuary.”

He opened his passenger door and there sitting curled up in a tight ball was a young wolf hybrid girl around three or four. She was scared, her eyes red from crying.

“Oh,” Wanda’s heart went out to the little hybrid, she knelt down to meet the wolfling at eye level. “Hi there. I’m Wanda. And this is my mate, (Y/N)”

“Hey there kiddo,” you gave the little hybrid a smile as you joined Wanda in kneeling before the little girl. Her tail unfurled a little, your presence was calming to her.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Wanda asked.

The little wolfling spoke up, uncertain, “America. America Chavez”

“Welcome to the Sanctuary” you whispered, “would you like a tour?”

America nodded softly. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out, giving Strange a quick hug before joining you and Wanda.

Wanda’s motherly instincts kicked in as she took the young wolf into her arms, carrying her as you and your mate showed America around the sanctuary.

The young wolfling relaxed, her ears perked up and her tail began swishing as you showed her around. She was beginning to feel safe and relaxed in your mate’s arms.

And then the boys came running down the hallways. They could only see your backs.

“Momma! Poppa!” The boys yelled out as they charged down the halls towards you.

You quickly intercepted your boys and gestured for them to lower their voices. They quickly obeyed as Wanda turned around and showed America to the boys.

Billy and Tommy’s whole demeanor changed, they became more gentle and docile.

“Hi there” Billy smiled at America. “I’m Billy and that’s my brother Tommy.”

“Howdy!” Tommy answered with a smile. America offered them a shy little wave.

Billy walked up and handed his stuffie to her, “this is Lizard Wizard. He helped me when I first arrived.”

America gently took the stuffie and held it to her chest.

“Wanna come play with us?” Tommy asked excitedly.

America tenderly looked to Wanda and you. “C-can I?”

Wanda smiled and set the little wolf cub down. The next thing you knew that little girl was off, chasing after Billy and Tommy as they ran towards the courtyard.

Wanda breathed a sigh of relief as she hugged you tight. It appeared like the boys finally had a friend like them.

You and Wanda went back to work. Wanda went about helping to counsel the other hybrids as you went back to filing the paperwork and setting up the charities.

As the day turned to evening, the boys and little America came running over to you and Wanda.

“Momma? Poppa?” The boys inquired, “can America stay the night with us?”

Wanda gave it some thought, putting on a rather funny little face, earning a giggle from the three hybrid kids, “oh alright”

America giggles before jumping into Wanda’s arms. You picked up Tommy as Billy jumped onto your back.

Natasha watched the whole thing from a distance, smiling as she joined Pietro in her den for the evening.

“What do you feel about adopting, Piet?” The reddish wolf asked her boyfriend.

“Adopting what?” He asked inquisitively. He really didn’t know what she was talking about.

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[hanluex]

Something really really painful sad with dick Grayson but happy ending

♡ I’M SORRY — DICK GRAYSON

bf!dick x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, angst, established relationship, mentions of an accident, mentions of blood, crying | request : um i mayhaps have forgotten the happy ending part, so a part two soon hopefully 😭

“wow, this is all your fault. i can’t believe you, y/n.”

dick grayson mumbled under his breath playfully, enjoying the disgruntled expression on your face.

“babe, i said i’m sorry!” you whined, pouting as you grabbed your boyfriend’s arm. “honest mistake, my bad.”

the two of you were invited to a charity ball, and you hadn’t realized you left the invitation back home until you were at the venue.

fortunately, you were a couple of blocks away from your apartment, which was why you two were walking back, with dick grumbling the whole way.

“we should’ve taken the car. i told you we should, but no!” dick stifled his smile, looking away so you couldn’t see his façade. “you insisted we walk. who even walks to a charity event?!”

you frowned, disheartened. “i’m sorry, babe. i didn’t think taking the car was necessary,” you confessed sincerely.

dick smiled, unable to keep up with his charade any longer. “i was just joking, love. gosh, you are so fun to play around with,” he stated, chuckling at your look of betrayal.

“you are such an idiot. i hate you!”

“now, you better take that back because we both know that’s a lie.”

you fastened your pace, walking away from the brunet. "nope, i'm being very honest." you laughed, amused by his reaction.

"y/n, come here!" dick called, chuckling as he followed you. "babe!"

the traffic lights turned red, causing the cars to come to a stop. you continued teasing your boyfriend as you crossed the road, sticking your tongue out in a mocking manner.

dick laughed as you did a little dance in the middle of the road, amused at the extent you went to make him laugh.

a loud zoom made the brunet freeze in his place, watching as an oncoming bike increased its speed despite the red light.

just as he opened his mouth to warn you, his gaze was filled with the slow motion image of the bike hitting you, your body being thrown a few feet away at the impact.

fuck, fuck, fuck. no, please, no. fuck, no.

"y/n!" dick yelled, his heart beating harshly against his chest as he ran towards you.

his breath quickened as he saw the blood, shakily taking out his phone as he kneeled next to your half-conscious body.

"i called for help. they said they'll be here in ten minutes."

the phone fell out of his hands, immediately reaching out to hold you in his arms as tears filled his vision.

"oh, baby." he touched your face gently, hot tears falling from his face to yours. "no, please."

you blinked softly, in a dazed state. "dick?" you called out, causing the brunet to nod in reply, more tears falling down his face.

"you have t-to talk to m-me, babe. how e-else am i g-going to stay a-awake?"

"i c-can't." dick cried harder, feeling your hands on his face. "i'm so sorry."

"richard, t-take … take a deep breath, p-please. calm down, o-okay?"

"how can i stay calm? y-you are … you—"

you felt lightheaded. "i'm sorry," you apologized, wiping away his tears. "i got blood all over you," you added.

"is that what you are worried about?!"

"i know this is your favorite suit."

despite your attempt at a joke, dick cried harder, feeling worse as he was supposed to be the one to console you.

yet here you were, lying in a pool of your own blood, still having time to make lighthearted jokes about the situation.

dick grayson ignored your words as you assured him you were fine, rambling away about anything and everything under the sun.

he didn't even know what language he was speaking in, let alone what he spoke about. he just rambled, hoping you'd stay awake until the ambulance came.

"i l-like this view." you interrupted his chattering, smiling through the pain. "r-really good an-angle of y-you."

"not the time, y/n."

you heaved a breath as you reached out to hold your boyfriend's hands, groaning quietly as the pain became unbearable.

"does it hurt bad?" dick asked softly. "is there anything i can do for you?"

you took a deep breath, wincing. "i-if i don't m-make it, i h-hope you know how much … m-much i love you. and if p-possible, look out for jay b-because—"

"no! don't give me this 'last word' talk." dick shook his head. "you'll be fine, and you will be the one to look out for jay because he'll listen to no one except you, and only you can handle him."

"babe, please—"

"no, just no. i will not let you leave me. if you even think about dying, i'm going to kill you."

"i love you, richard grayson. so fucking much, i do."

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[cottoncandy-cult]

Little Angel

Sebastian Michaelis x Neko Child! Reader

Sebastian was walking the streets of London with Ciel, searching the alleyways for a magical thief. Ciel wasn't quite sure why he was sent to search out the thief, from what he had found the thief was only stealing food. He assumed it's because the police had been on this case 3 months and made absolutely no progress, though apparently the night before one of them managed to graze the thief with a bullet. Sebastian was quick to stop when hearing whimpering, drawing the young male's attention as well to a small box that had a bit of blood leaking from the bottom.

Curiously he approached, when carefully moving one of the flaps he spotted the tiny form of a young girl. She was in a dirty and torn dress; her side was bleeding heavily. But what stunned the male was her ears and tail, they were that of a cat. With one look he knew it was a bullet wound, their thief was a child. She tried to hiss at him, but it was weak and pathetic. "It's ok, I just want to help you." His voice was soft and calm, but she soon fell unconscious. He was quick to act, lifting the girl up with ease as he rushed to his master.

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With a groggy groan (E/c) eyes began to open, the room was dim which she was glad about. Her head ached, she moved slightly only to feel a sharp pain in her side making her hiss. "You shouldn't move, you're hurt pretty bad. But don't worry, we'll make sure you have a full recovery." The butler spoke softly from the bedside, watching her with his usual polite grin, The trio of trouble making servants not so sneakily peeking in seemed flabbergasted, they knew she was getting special treatment because she was part cat. The guy was obsessed with them after all. The young girl watched him warily, but she was so drowsy and weak. "Go ahead and sleep, the medicine for the pain is gonna make you tired." The girl was out like a light as he finished his sentence, making the older demon chuckle.

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A year had passed since that day, (Y/n) had been adopted by the butler but Ciel had taken to her, so she was more like a princess than anything. Lizzy adored her, the 6-year-old just ate up the love and attention. Sebastian adored her most; he spoiled her greatly and was never shy to show his affection. They had been out for a walk one day, Ciel had to go through London in search of a particular shop.  She had tagged along and of course Sebastian was going, as they walked, she spotted something. It was a kitten, white with one blue eye and one green eye. One of its paws was hurt, it seemed to be almost looking for help. The girl did the only thing she could think of, she scooped up the cat and brought it to Ciel. "Ciel look!" At the sound of her voice, he turned to her, the small girl showing him the injured kitten in her arms. "Ciel can we take her home please!?" She bounced slightly on her feet, her eyes glossy with worried tears. 

She was a soft-hearted child, her heart ached for everyone and everything. He kneeled down, looking at the kitten as he patted its head. Sebastian was right beside her, stroking its chin. "She does need to learn about responsibility, this could be a good chance." Ciel was quiet as he thought, Sebastian held his breath and hoped for a yes while the girl looked ready to cry. "Ok fine, tell you what. You can take it home, but you have to take care of it." That was where it began, the sweet girl did chores and errands to earn money. She was smart in how she used it, because she was doing so well, he began to give in anytime she brought a homeless animal to him. The mansion was like a massive foster home, but Ciel had found a way to use this as an advantage. Sales had gone up, people enjoying the fact he cared for animals. They'd have balls and fundraisers, rehoming animals and doing adoption charity events. He wished he had listened to Sebastian when the demon would ask to take in a cat, as now he was making almost triple what he was. Sebastian loved it, at least he loved all the cats.

Now here he sat in the garden, leaned against a tree as (Y/n) cuddled into him. Being part cat meant she needed attention, and he was happy to give it to her. Kittens and puppies ran and played around them, it was a calm day and Ciel generously gave everyone a break. He had been in a wonderful mood for a bit. Sebastian smiled down at the girl who had fallen asleep from his rubbing of her ears, soft purrs escaping her. The demon just couldn't wrap his head around it; she was just so sweet. She was so innocent, a miracle worker that had yet to understand what she could do. Sometimes he wondered if maybe she was just a lost angel, either way he was happy he found her. Her one act of kindness had proven that karma exists, her desire to help animals had led to them being in an even better position financially. Ciel having opened a few charities for various causes.

Sebastian moved to stand, carrying the girl easily. She stirred slightly, but simply snuggled into him. "So warm..." Her words were a sleepy mumble, she gave a whine when he placed her in her bed. But she soon relaxed and fell back into a deep sleep, Sebastian could only chuckle as he removed her shoes, socks and coat. Gently he tucked her in, she slept a lot but that was likely because she worked so hard to take care of her responsibilities. He was proud of her; nothing would ever change that.

[janksfatass]

Pt. 1

Warnings: Tumultuous marriage, nothing spicy… yet.

Word Count: 1700

F!Reader x OC, F!Reader x Jake

Plot: Reader is in a loveless marriage and attends a charity event at a mansion for her husband’s new job. She decides to explore and ends up meeting the owner of the home. He then takes her on his own tour. Was she getting in over her head?

“Y/n what the fuck are you doing? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!”

You sit up from fastening your heel and take a deep breath before responding, “I’m coming down now!” You grab your clutch off the bed and take one last look in the mirror to preen and check for any imperfections.

Tonight was some sort of charity ball that your husband was invited to by his coworkers at a new consulting firm. You had met Steven in college and from the beginning your relationship was never built on passion or love but rather logic. He was smart, getting a degree in something admirable and not to mention easy on the eyes. After graduation you had the picture perfect wedding and bought a house with the proverbial white picket fence. That was a year ago. Now your days mostly consist of going running your boutique and coming home to make dinner (which you more often than not eat alone). Then winding down with a glass or two of wine and your trusty rose. Sex wasn’t really a component of your marriage anymore. With Steven’s long hours you hardly spent any time together at all and when you did it was mostly spent screaming at each other. This isn’t the life you had pictured for yourself at 25 but it is what it is.

You make your way down the steps and there is Steven waiting for you in his all black suit with a silver mask covering half of his face.

“Let’s go, we're already late.” He grabs your arm and practically drags you out to the car that’s been waiting on you. You wince at his touch, “Why is it so important that we’re exactly on time anyways? Isn’t it just a party?”

“It’s not just a party, it's THE party. Everyone important will be there and it’s a prime opportunity to network, you couldn’t possibly understand.”

“Ok then…” you climb into the car and place your clutch in your lap.

The ride there was uncomfortably silent but not unusual. Steven pulls onto a side road that leads up a mountain. The road begins as gravel and then becomes paved about halfway up. At the very top sits a large white brick mansion with black trim. The mass of a driveway is lined with Bentleys, McLarens and the like, meanwhile you’re sitting in a 5 year old Mercedes C class.

“Who’s house is this?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it, come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you out of the car up to the double doors which are being guarded by a large bald man.

“Password?”

“Luna.” Steven replies in a semi hushed tone.

The man opens the doors and you both walk inside. You’re greeted by a massive foyer with a double staircase that looks like it belongs in a vampiric film. The interior of the home almost takes your breath away. Charcoal walls, black marble floors, silver accents adorning the room and crystal chandeliers half the size of your car hanging over your head.

Soft jazz is coming from a room nearby. You follow Steven to the ballroom where you see about 200 people. Some standing in groups talking and some gliding with one another across the floors.

You turn to Steven,“Can we get a drink?”

“You go ahead I’ll be over here.”

You roll your eyes and make your way to the bar. You greet the bartender, “Hi, can I get a glass of champagne please?” He acknowledges your order and you turn around to scope the room. Middle aged men and their too young wives. Decrepit Vanderbilt types that resemble walking corpses. The amount of money in this room could probably end poverty for the whole country. Doctors, lawyers, philanthropists, businessmen, and a few that you wouldn’t be shocked if they were involved with organized crime, all mingling amongst each other.

You finish your drink and spot your husband across the room and walk over to him. He continues his conversation as though you weren’t even there, not even taking a moment to introduce you. After 20 minutes of conversations about new businesses and architecture, you grow increasingly bored.

“If you’ll excuse me.” You give the group a polite smile and nod then go back into the foyer to ask the doorman where the bathroom is.

“Up the stairs, to the left and then it’s the first door on your right.”

You walk up the staircase and enter the bathroom. You’re immediately drawn to the giant mirror encased in an ornate frame of delicately carved flowers and foliage. Jesus this guy is ridiculous. As you sit, you look around and your mind starts to drift thinking about what kind of man would have a home this extravagant. ‘He probably has a trophy wife with big fake tits and a bbl. Maids and chefs to do all the work while she sits and looks pretty. What a fucking dream.’ You finish up and wash your hands. When you re enter the hallway you decide to explore a little. Steve won’t even notice you’re gone honestly.

You begin to peek into the rooms down the hall, noting the spacious bedrooms and also a theater room. What really grabs your attention is the study. You step into the room and the walls are top to bottom shelves filled with books. You notice a few familiar names, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, The Alchemist, etc. You walk around the desk and see out on the balcony there’s a small seating area and a large telescope pointed at the sky. You step outside and begin looking through it, searching for constellations.

“Lovely night isn’t it?” You jump at the raspy voice coming from behind you and quickly spin around.

“Y-yea it is. It’s very clear tonight. Not a cloud in the sky.” Your throat is dry as you eye up the man.

He’s small in stature but appears fairly sturdy nonetheless. The top half of his face is covered with a black mask but you can see a neatly trimmed mustache sitting above his heart shaped lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Very well dressed. Donning a gray suit. He has on black button down with what appears to be only the bottom two buttons secured, revealing a smooth chest that he’s decorated with a few necklaces that hold coin pendants. He has an Italian leather belt around his waist that matches the loafers on his feet.

“This is my second favorite room in my home. Especially on nights like tonight.”

“This house is YOURS?!” You choke out.

“You seem surprised. Why?”

“I guess I expected an old crusty bastard to live in something like this. Something so… over the top.”

“Well that’s one thing about me. I tend to have a habit of enjoying the more lavish things this life has to offer.” He takes a sip of what appears to be whiskey in his glass.

“I can see that… You said this is your second favorite room. What is your favorite?”

“I could tell you.. but I think I’d rather show you. Would you like a tour?” He asks and you notice he’s now returning the favor of eyeing you up and down. Seemingly taking a few extra moments on your curves and specifically the neckline of your dress that cuts just below your sternum.

He extends an arm towards you. You look down at his hand as you reach for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you. Telling you that you shouldn’t go with this stranger but there’s something about him. Something Alluring... Dangerous... Sinful even. ‘Fuck it.’ You place your hand in his and instantly electricity shoots through you. It feels as though you’ve just sealed a deal with the devil himself.

He walks you through the maze that is his home, showing you a billiard room with a bar, an indoor pool, his office space, numerous guest rooms and finally, the master bedroom. Each space was decorated in a way that you’ve come to realize is very on par with his personality. Dark and luxurious. His bedroom was no exception.

He lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around you with his hand resting on your lower back. His thumb gently strokes your exposed skin. He guides you through the doorway and flicks the light switch. The room illuminates in a red glow. In the center of the room sits a four post bed with an extravagant wrought iron headboard. You notice above the bed, there’s a circular mirror on the ceiling. ‘Strange.’

“Why is there a mirror up there?” You question innocently.

“Why do you think there’s a mirror up there?” He gives you a look that immediately connects the dots in your brain and you feel your cheeks begin to flush.

“Oh right... Naturally. Okay.” You feel your throat becoming dry once again.

“Well go on, take a look around.”

You follow his instructions and begin to explore the huge room. Another bookcase that reaches the ceiling. His closet could be another bedroom in itself, filled with designer suits and Italian shoes, silk ties and rows of shirts. The bathroom contains a freestanding tub that could probably hold 4 people and the shower about 8.

“Wow. This is absolutely…” You stop yourself as your eye catches an… elevator? You walk over to it and look at him. “Where does this go?”

“The basement.” He replies matter of factly.

“What’s down there?”

“Would you like to see?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Tell me what it is first. Is it like a dungeon or something?” You laugh.

“Well…”

Your laugh instantly ceases.

He smirks at you, watching the wheels begin to spin in your head. He can tell he’s piqued your curiosity.

“Well? Well what? Is it a dungeon or not?”

“Why don’t I show you and you can be the judge of that.”

You stop for a moment to think of what awaits you. “As long as you promise not to murder me.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die.”

‘If I die, I die.’

He takes your hand again as the elevator dings and opens. The inside is wall to wall mirrors. You notice there’s only two buttons. One for his bedroom and one for wherever he’s taking you.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Purrfection

<<Part 2 [can also be read as standalone] MASTERLIST

Anon ask: "Ahoy can you make a Purrfect Distraction part 3 where we finally kiss our bae?"

Summary: You're on an important mission, that's all you can say. Superheroes + needing to kiss to hide from bad guys (modified a bit)  Tags: Undercover missions, kissing A/N: sorry I'm a bit in the middle of some things rn so i hope the wait is worth it! :) enjoy!

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"Target at twelve o' clock." 

"Rodger that", the crisp static voice replies in your ear. 

You're on an important mission, that's all you can say. 

After quite sometime of vigilante-ing around Mumbattan with Spider-Man, you get recruited to S.H.I.E.L.D as agents-in-training. Tch, amateurs? Really? How many times have you kicked the Screwdriver crew's ass? And dealt with The Nightmare on a monthly basis. C'mon, SHIELD! 

Fury had initially doubted your credibility, but after witnessing your skills and a bonafide from Spidey himself, he appreciated you being on the good guy's side now. 

Personally, you hate being ordered around -which was why you worked solo; to be your own boss- but work was work and you were getting paid, (the SHIELD id card helped greatly in some sticky situations) so you were somewhat content. 

Pavitr... not so much. He hated the constant privacy breach and lack of freedom; 'its like being put on a leash, y/n!', he would often complain. 

And they wouldn't even let you guys on important missions! Atrocity, really. 

So it was like Diwali came early when Fury finally -although, begrudgingly- allowed you both to go on a mission! And without a senior agent on field to supervise you, which was the cherry on top! Pavitr was so overjoyed that he began cheering and dancing before you were even given details. 

The mission was boringly typical, though it excited you no less: pretend as high-class guests to retrieve a spectacular artefact, some tesseract thingy that glows blue, showcased at a charity event (which was actually more of a show off) hosted by multi-millionare bald businessman. The catch was that the man's son, a teenager, was there in his father's stead and he was in-charge of the invites, which meant the crowd was young. 

Though, what idiot dad would let such a priceless asset be lying around a teenager, you didn't know, but their failings is your advantage. (And Fury swore the teen had no idea about it, so taking it "should be a piece of cake." Easy for you to say, Mr. Eyepatch.) 

Pavitr comes out after changing into his attire -a silky black tux with a cute little bowtie- running his hand through his wavy obsidian locks. You can't help pinching his cheeks as you subtly give him an once over. Man, he looks handsome! 

You're dressed in an equal fashion but in more bland colours and stiletto heels. "For convenience", Fury says and you restrict from rolling your eyes. 

Donning the eyemasks, SHIELD takes you to the place of the event in a limo, with a couple senior agents staying back to monitor the target and your movements -and as a Plan C. You were too involved in not outright drooling at the luxurious interior to be offended. 

The car comes to a quiet halt and you go through your scripts, which is agonizingly simple: Peter (Pavitr) as the heir to a climate tech startup and you as his secretary. 

With final touches to your outfit, the pair of you step out. 

_______

You've successfully entered the premises without a hitch and Pavitr, or Peter, made his presence known. After chatting with a few company heirs and young CEOs, your eye catches the prize. 

"Queen at 10 o' clock", you say, seeing the tesseract. Pav nods at you from a few feet away: it's time to move. 

You're currently in a secluded area set up specifically for the tesseract, restricted only to the most esteemed guests and VIPs -of which you were neither. But the good news is that the lightning is dim and occupants are scattered across the room, which should give you enough leeway to sneak her out. 

"Eye on the ball", Spider-Man's smooth voice rings in your ear. How he is still cheery, you'll never know. "Black Cat, do you copy?" 

"Rodger that." 

You've yet to meet the host himself, which is custom, but you thought you could make away with the tesseract before and not cause a scene. What if he dedeuced you were spies? What if he realized he never invited you? Fury hadn't let you see a pic of him beforehand either, so what if you've passed by him without knowing? Oblivious of the host himself? Now, that was bound to cause a scene. 

Crossing your fingers, you join your "boss" and saunteer behind a confident Pavitr, who strides in like he owns the place. It works; the bodyguards seem a bit intimidated despite their deadpan stare eventhough Pav is very much smiling. 

"Keep moving. Queen at ten steps, north." 

"I see her." Pavitr smirks into the camouflaged bluetooth, whispering excitedly, "Got i-" 

"Alert! Host approaching at 3 o' clock."

You panic, though your face is set straight, heart thumping loudly in your chest and your palm turns sweaty. Pavitr is frozen with shock as he sees the boy in white suit and red tie from a distance. 

"What the-!", Pav swears under his breath. A sweat bead rolls down the side of his forehead as he pulls you aside, backing into a dim corner. "That's Hari Oberoi, my best friend!" 

Shit shit shit! If he catches Pavitr snooping around his house on a striclty business party... 

A frantic crisp whisper echoes urgently through the bluetooth. "S@&#*! We've been compromised. Abort! Mission abort-", it cuts off abruptly with the sound of a revving engine, leaving you two to your own devices. Great, just great. 

This is too much pressure for a simple ex-cat burglar like you. 

Suddenly, as if the Universe itself wanted you to escape, you get an idea and pull Spider-Man through the restroom door behind you. Only once inside does your breath return. 

The releif on your faces doesn't stay long, because Hari Oberoi is knocking on the door a few seconds after. The lock clicks open, golden handle curving down in a squeak. 

As quick as a flash, Pavitr cups your face and surges forward, connecting your lips in a full kiss. You freeze in shock, not even moving as he caresses your cheek, thumb rubbing circles as he coaxes your mouth relax. You body goes into autopilot and reciprocates the kiss, leaning into him, fingers tangling in his soft wavy hair as his hands seek your waist. 

Fireworks burst in your veins, every nerve coming alive. His lips are so so soft, just like you imagined. 

Hari evidently has witnessed your romantic moment, judging from the soft 'whoah, sorry!' you hear before a sharp resounding click of the door being shut. 

Forever has passed when Pavitr pulls away for air, your lips chasing his before he returns with a short kiss. You look into his deep brown eyes, catching your racing breath. 

"Pav, that was.." 

His eyes are still sparkling. "..Amazing"

____

The annoying static voice sounds once you're safely out of the premises, your target sitting in your palm obediently. "Spider, cat, do you copy?" 

Pav clears his throat and answers. "Rodger that, sir. The Queen is dead." 

Code for 'we've got the prize.'

A static silence ensues. And then, a slightly amused, "Long live the king."

Code for 'get your asses back to HQ safely. We're not sorry for ditching you.' 

______

[Later] 

"Uh-huh. And how, exaclty, did you take her?", Fury asks with his resident face of disapproval as he listens intently. 

"Well", Pav says, stretching his arms and breaking his knuckles for effect as he spins a tale, "after your agents abandoned us, Y/n and I snuck into the vents which we painstaking crawled through, and by the power of my amazing webs, I snatched it when they weren't looking. The artefact teleported us outside." 

No one can condone nor object your statements due to lack of witness and evidence against you. Plus, they did abandon you guys.

You giggle, saluting the one-eyed director who dismisses you and walk out onto the platform of the helicarrier.

"Ahem..", you clear your throat when you finally get some privacy, "about the kiss.." 

The pink of the sunset paints his cheeks, the yellow of the evening glowing behind him. Pavitr blushes, his dimples deepening and god, if he isn't positively ethereal right now! 

"Hmm..", he bites his lip, eyes sparkling, "I'm not sure we did it right. We should do it again. What do you say?" 

There was much to talk about: where you guys stand, what relationship you have and, of course, feelings.. but all that is secondary. Right now, there's only one thing in your mind. 

"Yeah", you agree as he pulls you closer, noses touching, "We should do it again." 

[ifreakingloveroyals]

17 September 2015 | The Duke of Cambridge with Joss Stone and CEO of Tusk Trust Charlie Mayhew during the Tusk Trust conservation charity 25th Anniversary Ball which honours the charity's impact in the midst of the continuing crisis facing wildlife in Africa at Syon House, Brentford, London. (c) Chris Radburn/WPA Pool/Getty Images

[gracie-bird]

Monaco, August 11, 1960: Prince Rainier of Monaco and his wife, Princess Grace, appeared in public this week for the first time since the death of the princess's father, John B. Kelly. They attended the annual Red Cross charity ball. The princess wears a white gown with a black mantilla to show she still is in mourning. In the background are Grace's sister and brother-in-law, Mr. and Mrs Donald C. Le Vine.

[sunshine-zenith]

Aight so, I’m a blood donation phlebotomist and whenever I see fictional blood drives in media, I have Thoughts. Here are a few quick thoughts on the blood drive in F&C’s episode “The Star”

We don’t actually see the blood drive, which actually saves my sanity a little bit. The charity ball seems to take place on one of the top floors, and let me tell ya, hauling our equipment through elevators kinda sucks — there’s a lot of it, it’s heavy, and we typically only have 45min-1hr to set up, and elevators really cut into that. Gary and Marshall had to run up/down a set of stairs to get to the elevator, too, so unless the blood drive was in an off screen office or like someone’s room (since Marshall, Gary, and Hana all change pretty quick off screen, meaning rooms gotta be close by), it’s kinda impossible to have a blood drive in this specific scenery. I’m hoping the actual blood drive was in a lobby or something, because otherwise I’d lose like seventeen years from my life just imagining the set up.

I’m kinda hoping the blood drive was in the afternoon, before the charity ball, since this seems to be taking place in the evening. It’s not fun having to drop blood off at the lab at three in the morning

The posters? Fire, love them. Collection staff (the ones who set up, break down, do the mini-physicals, and of course the phlebotomies themselves) typically aren’t sent with posters because we are not given enough time, space in the trucks, or frankly money to deal with that, but it’s not unheard of for the people in our organizations who actually set the drives up to go out themselves and add a little pizzazz. Alternatively (and more likely), Hana just commissioned a bunch of posters with blood puns for this event

Everyone is dressed up and thats lowkey stressful. They’re just asking to get blood on their nice suits and dresses

The fact that there’s a bunch of food at the charity event? Love that. Seeing that would save me from worrying about our donors (entirely too many will jump off the bed, say I’m fine, bypass the canteen area, and pass out in parking lot. Jfc just take the fucking cookie and sit for a sec dude, dropping a pint of blood is not a total non-event, c’mon). I’m guess this is a closed blood drive (meaning only people from this event can donate), and most of the people attending seem to be in the food business, so there’s a social obligation to have at least some for the sake of networking, so win-win

That said, if you’re hosting a blood drive as part of an event, this event has/is centered around food, and you don’t give the phlebotomists any, you’re a dick and there’s a good chance that if you make this a regular blood drive, it’ll be constantly understaffed because of angry call outs. We talk, y’all, and we remember

Also one this I’m horrified by? The alcohol — listen, at least one person at every blood drive makes a cheap date joke. We don’t follow you home, we can’t stop you from making the choices you mark when you’re out of our care. TBH I did this myself once, donated blood then had alcohol later, and I was alright, just super tired super quick (and I frankly have zero interest in doing this again). Everybody is different, every body is different. Some people are fine

Some people end up super sick and dizzy after like one drink because, again, dropping a pint of blood is not a non-event. Just make smart choices, y’all

Imma say having alcohol at a big important charity event right after donating blood isn’t a smart choice. Because networking and business and you’ll be quickly shitfaced at best. Is that the risk you wanna take?

That mascot tho. (Brilliant Ricardio cameo). We have a masco, I think most blood banks do, but we typically don’t haul it around with us. A big charity event though? Yeah, it makes sense that someone would bring it. I personally would rather throw it out the window than wear it myself, but it’s still fun to see

I haven’t seen anyone mention this on social media, but I want to point out the amazing timing of this episode in regards to blood donation qualifications.

CW for references to sexual activity and the now lifted MSM blood donor ban

In August of 2023, this year and like a month before this episode came out, the FDA finally officially lifted the MSM blood ban (earlier this year the mad cow disease ban was also lifted, too). Gotta acknowledge this: Now we we have to ask about specific sexual behaviors (anal sex with a new partner), which can result in a three month deferral. Super fun to ask conservative grandmas in churches btw. I’m queer, a lot of my coworkers are queer, you have no idea how much this means to us, let alone the population affected by this ban. I’m kinda surprised there wasn’t any nod to the MSM ban at all, though — Gary and Marshall are a MLM couple, after all, and even if they aren’t sexual active yet, it’s still something that hung over a lot of MLM individuals. I know the blood drive was a super clever nod to the whole “in another universe he’s a vampire” thing, but still, characters curse on the reg, there’s blood and gore, and there’s a focus on adult specific issues like rent and starting a business — you’d think there’d be an ambitiously worded nod to this specific MLM issue or something. It can take over a year to get an animate episode ready to air — when F&C started production, the ban was still very much a thing. Maybe the creators were aware of the ADVANCE study on removing the MSM ban that would’ve been going on at the time, and were being optimistic about how long it would take, or maybe there was a line that was cut when the ban was lifted. Or maybe the creators just wanted the Vampire->AU Blood Drive gag and hoped no one would think about it

[alarrytale]

Hi Marte, I just wondered why Harry is so inactive on social media? I follow Ariana on instagram and she posts on it daily. She quit twitter several years ago because it affected her mental health too much with seeing negative comments she said, but on instagram she has limited her comments so only people she follows can comment. She very rarely posts about her love life. It is mostly pics with her family and friends and her dog. She posts photo dumps of her personal life, her projects, old behind the scenes footage, tiktok vids of people dancing to her music. She posts lots about charity, posts support for other artists. Everything really. She recently made an acc on weverse which is a platform specifically for artists to interact with their fans. I think it is mostly used by kpop artists. I just wonder why Harry can't do something like this where he limits his instagram comments and just posts anything. About music or movies or books he likes. Just anything to make him seem like a normal human being. It will probably make people like him more.

Hi, anon!

I've talked about this before. Social media is basically fan service for celebrities, when it's not used for annoucements regarding their music. Harry is acting like he's above all that. He's famous enough to not need social media fan service (according to his managment), because he's an icon and a legend (their words, not mine). He also, as part of his image, wants to appear mysterious and ambigious, and like a blank slate to project onto, in order to draw people to himself and make himself interesting and to be whatever you want him to be to you. His absence from SoMe is all an illusion of privacy, because he's papped and in the papers every other day.

So you can pretend H is a cat person, because he hasn't said otherwise, or a zion*ist or a vegetarian, or a c*ke head, or a womaniser or a regular swimmer or your baby daddy. He's trying to be everything to everyone to have the broadest appeal, and for that to happen he can't show too much who he really is (gay, in a relationship with Louis, political convictions, or basically anything that makes him have a personality).

1D became famous due to social media and their ability to do fan service, through that attracts fans and drum up engagement. They were excellent at the greatest tool there is to gain attention. It's such a shame that they all dropped the ball on social media and stopped doing fan service. Harry's posts used to be so fun and whimsical, and his lyric tweets gave us insight into his personality and thoughts. It didn’t have to be much. "Big up on the coconut shavings", things like that. I miss it so much.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Shiver & Twitch

Warnings: 18+, just fluff.

Synopsis: She can't stand the cold, and he has a few tells, both make good nicknames

Pairings: Snowflake Sweethearts ☕❄

It's the strangest thing to see an elf shiver, especially when she's already bundled in two sweaters and a thick wool coat. You would think, due to her biological disposition to the cold, she would be right at home in the North pole, but that's all a stereotype.

In fact, anyone can get used to living in any climate if they live there long enough. Which may be why, after nearly 600 years in the mortal realm, Charity could feel her teeth chattering whenever she stepped outside now.

And what did these people have against closing doors? It's literally freezing outside and the ground is perpetually covered in snow, yet no one seems to mind the icy draft.

She trudges into the small elf cafe, wiping her runny nose on her sleeve.

"Have you ever seen an elf so miserable in the cold before?"

"She shivers any harder she'll fall apart."

She feels a spark of heat in the tips of her frozen ears, but tries to ignore the gossip.

Ever since Santa reassigned her back at the pole, she's been the talk of the town, much to her dismay.

"C-can I get a white chocolate mocha?"

"A what?" The elf at the counter looks at her like she's crazy.

"A c-coffee, with w-white chocolate."

They let out a short laugh, "We have twelve different kinds of cocoa, but we don't have coffee."

Her ears turn bright red when a giggle travels through the small space.

"If she wants to be a mortal so bad why doesn't she just go back?" Another jab whispered between friends, "I mean, whoever saw an elf with hair like-"

She spins on her heel to leave, but in her embarrassment she didn't here the shop go silent before she ran into someone.

"Whoa! Watch out there Charit-... are you okay?"

She pulls her scarf up to cover her burning cheeks when Bernard peers down at her.

"I'm fine," She shoves past him and back out into the snow.

"Wait up," She hears his jogging footsteps crunch against the ice covered ground before he lightly grabs her upper arm and pulls her to a stop, "Are you sick? You're shaking and your ears are brighter than Rudolph's nose."

There's a teasing lilt to his voice but it's not malicious.

"I-I'm just c-cold," She stutters. She runs her mitten covered hands up and down her arms.

"Yeah I heard about that," He says, "I've never seen an elf shiver before, not like this anyway."

She looks down at her feet, keeping her scarf wrapped tightly around the bottom of her face to hide her frown, but it's obvious he struck a nerve.

"I didn't mean- That is- Tinsel!- What I meant was-... Did-Did you want a hot cocoa? I can- if you want... it's on me?"

She can't help but crack a small smile at the head elf's endearing ramble.

"I appreciate the offer Bernard," She shyly kicks the snow, "But I'm not m-much of a cocoa elf."

"Then why were you?...." He motions to the cafe.

"I was looking for a cup of c-coffe," She says, "If you could find me one of th-those, I'd be your best f-friend."

"Well, I better go find you some coffee then," He chuckles before going red in the face, "I-I didn't- I mean..."

He feels his own ears burn when she giggles, crooked smile turning bashful.

❄❄❄❄❄

"You want me to add a coffee machine to the kitchen?" Santa balks, looking over his reading glasses at Bernard who is rocking anxiously on the balls of his feet, "I didn't even know you liked coffee."

"Me? Oh yeah, I-I love coffee," he lies.

"Mhm..." Santa sets the Naughty/Nice list on his desk, "You know your voice breaks when you lie, right?"

"I-!" He let's out a nervous laugh.

"I honestly didn't care why you wanted a coffee machine, you've never given me a reason to question your judgment, but now... I'm curious," he sets his glasses aside, "Who are you trying to caffeinate, Bernard?"

"I- uh- mmm... fine!" He can feel heat begin to bubble to his face as he starts to pace, a nervous habit of his, "Ever since she got back, Charity's had a hard time... adjusting. And I thought that, if I, y'know, helped her get this one thing she's been really missing she'd feel... more at home."

He looks up at his boss through a few stray curls only to find Santa giving him a strange look, "What? W-why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'll get that installed in the kitchen as soon as I can," Santa smiles.

❄❄❄❄❄

"I have a surprise for you."

"Jesu- J-Jingle bells!" She manages to catch her slip before fully cursing in the workshop, half wrapped present in her hands falling to the floor, "Dang it, Bernard! You scared the snowflakes out of me!"

"Sorry," he leans down to pick up the box only to fumble it as he sets it back on the table, making a few of the other elves giggle, "S-sorry..."

"I uh..." He leans in close to Charity, his proximity causing her to flush slightly and the same nosy elves to 'ooo', "Can you come with me for a minute?"

"I'm pretty busy right now," she teases, "Is the surprise time sensitive?

"No but- come on, I promise you'll love it." She glances over from her work and meets his soft, brown, puppy eyes. Those stupidly sweet and warm, like hot chocolate puppy eyes that tug so hard at her heartstrings, "Please?"

"Fineeee," she playfully rolls her eyes and follows him out of the ever busy workshop.

She's visibly shaking at the end of the 200-foot trek across the snow-covered courtyard. It's the quickest and least busy way to the giant kitchen, but arguably the coldest.

"You really don't do well in the cold, do you?" He takes her hands, rubbing his palms against her frozen fingers to warm them, "I think I have just the thing."

He leads her over to the large cocoa machine built into the wall, a new shiny attachment added.

"What's that?" She asks. Then it hits her, over the smell of a million baking cookies and cocoa, the bitter smell of coffee, "Bernard, did you-"

"It was all Santa, actually," he speaks slow and deliberate so his voice won't give him away, "He noticed how miserable you've been without it and wanted to lift your spirits."

"Uh-huh," she grins at him, not buying a word of it, "Your ears twitch when you lie."

His smile drops and his eyes go wide, he didn't know that.

"I-I- You!- That's not- I-I mean I may have planted the idea b-but he," He crosses his arms and bounces up onto his toes, "Santa actually did everything! S-so I can't really take credit for- Not that I want to swoop in and take credit for but- I- I definitely-"

He chokes on his rambling tongue when Charity leans up and presses a kiss to his rapidly darkening cheek.

He starts to stammer when she pulls away, "I! I-I-You-that-I-uh-you just- and-and I- that um- coffee? You-... cup?"

She giggles when he turns towards the machine and starts getting her a cup.

After she doctors the dark liquid with her favorite mixers, sweeteners and toppings, she just holds it for a moment, thick wool mittens hanging from the sleeves of her coat.

His lopsided grin returns when she takes a sip and let's out a contented sigh, holly green eyes fluttering closed.

He snorts when her glasses fog over from the steam.

"Here," She blinks at him when he carefully plucks them from her face, only to flounder when he realizes he has nothing to clean them with. She offers him an end of her scarf, "Thanks, Shiver."

"Shiver?" She laughs, "And what? Should I call you Twitch?"

She punctuates her teasing by reach over and tweaking the tip of his ear.

"Hey," He bumps his shoulder to hers before very gingerly placing her now clean, glasses back on the curve of her small snub nose, "Not in front of the other elves. They'll think I've gone soft."

"As if you're not as soft as a fresh baked snickerdoodle already."

He smiles earnestly at her, "Yeah well, I never got Eric in Naughty and Nice a top-of-the-line coffee machine."

"Really sucks to be Eric, I guess," She leans into him, reaching up to brush a curl from his face, her now warm fingers kissing his glittery cheek, "I'm glad I'm not Eric."

"Me too."

Their noses are nearly touching as they smile adoringly at each other, only for the sudden chime of the oven tiners to startle them apart.

"Thank you, Bernard," She throws her arms around his middle, carefully enough to not spill her drink, and hug him tight. He freezes up when she sighs happily into his chest, "It means the world to me."

"I-I should get back to work," He stammers, definitely not what he means to say. He takes a step back, nearly tripping over one of the baking elves, "I-I'll see you later? I gotta- I gotta go."

He wants to hit his head against the wall, why did he say that? Why did he say that?!

He glances back from the door to see her smiling softly at him. He tries tamp down his blush as he makes his way back to the workshop, but he can't stop thinking how nice her hug felt.

Seems like he's stuck with even rosier cheeks today, he just prays the other elves don't notice.

[wweassets]

I'm back..... Costume Contest anon here! As promised, here is my recap of the 2nd annual *Fantasy* MAT GALA red carpet, a charity ball just for the guys. Similar to the Met Gala, the theme is high fashion, formal attire, haux coutoure, avant garde, and CREATIVE. But since this is an event just for the guys in a private venue with no media outlets, they're showing off their bodies in the most creative ways possible to prove to each other who's been hitting the gym the hardest. WWE is partnering with The Advocate magazine for this event, and is raising money for the Human Rights Campaign during Pride Month. (Apologies for the late report!)

Here are some of the highlights!

L*GAN PAUL wore an elaborate outfit made completely out of golden brass knuckles linked together - a long-sleeve baggy top with nothing underneath, and baggy pants, also with nothing underneath, with slight glimpses of his dick and his fat ass cheeks.

T*MASSO C*AMPA and J*HNNY G*RGANO of DIY are sharing ONE tuxedo. Tomasso is wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath, and no pants, just a classic white jockstrap to show off his muscular legs and big ass. Next to him is Johnny, who is completely shirtless and wearing baggy black tuxedo pants that are way too loose on him with no underwear, showing the top part of his ass, and his beautiful 8-pack abs.

BR*N BREAKKER is referencing Doja Cat from this year's Met Gala in a look very similar to her wet bedsheets look. It's also very campy - he's completely nude and wearing nothing but a small white towel around his waist, as he's addressing his critics by washing the spray tan off himself. The towel can't fit around his large muscular ass, so it hangs low and shows off the top half of his beefy cheeks. As he walks the red carpet in flip-flops, the towel causes high a slit against his massive legs, and his penis flops out from underneath.

R*NDY ORT*N is posing for the cameras from a side profile - he's wearing a full black tuxedo. He turns around to show his profile off from the other side, to reveal that he's only wearing HALF a tuxedo, and completely nude on the right side of his body, showing his big chest and shoulders, giant muscular legs, and his new fat ass. (Plus half of his penis and ball sack). On the nude half, he's body-painted as a viper, and he's wearing a yellow snake eye contact lens on his right eye.

S*TH R*LLINS is doing a tribute to his "eras." He's wearing a black darby hat, similar to the one he wore at the Kentucky Derby red carpet. In a tribute to his Shield days, he's wearing a black blazer made out of Kevlar material, with bulky pockets and straps. On his right leg, he's paying tribute to his mesh era, by wearing only a black mesh legging. On his left leg, he's paying tribute to his "Architect" black-leather tights era, and he's only wearing black liquid latex covering his entire leg. Effectively, his lower half is completely exposed, with his penis and ass checks hanging out once again.

AUST*N THE*RY is taking a page out of John Cena's book from The Oscars earlier this year. He's completely nude, except for the envelop invitation he received for the event covering his penis. He's completely comfortable walking down the red carpet with his nude body exposed, and his fat muscular ass cheeks bouncing around.

Not to be out-done, LA KN*GHT is being equally brave and daring with this body. He's wearing a black leather vest that is so long that it goes down his body and eventually becomes pant legs. He's wearing nothing else, so essentially his penis and fat ass are completely exposed. As he struts down the red carpet, his penis bounces back and forth between his muscular quads.

ILJ* DR*GUNOV is wearing a white faux fur coat with no pants on, just a white thong to show off his muscular legs and perky muscle ass.

TR*CK W*LLIAMS is the most covered at the event, but that doesn't mean it isn't revealing! He's wearing a beige turtleneck to show off his muscular chest and shoulders. He's also wearing VERY tight maroon velvet pants, so tight that they hug his muscular ass and show off every inch of his long penis, which is crawling down his right thigh.

JD McD*NAGH is wearing a high-cropped black leather jacket, and instead of pants, he's wearing several purple bandanas tied around his legs to represent the Judgment Day. His penis is covered by a bandana wrapped around it, but his fat right cheek is completely exposed and hanging out.

C*DY RH*DES is the last to appear, and he's wearing a custom suit from his favorite American designer Tommy Hilfiger. He's wearing a cropped navy blue blazer that ends right below his pecs, and on the left pec, is the giant TH red/white/blue blocked logo, covering where he was previously injured by the torn pec. He's wearing his Championship belt, but he takes it off for the photographers to reveal that his pants are extremely low rise, revealing that his pubic hair is dyed bleach blond, similar to his own hairstyle.

So, which are your favs?

oh MY GOD ITS HAPPENING. YOU’RE HERE. WE WON. THIS IS AMAZING. first of all just want to say how much i love the effort and really appreciate it… you’re an icon and we love you 💖💖💖

but now for my results… it was hard… REALLY hard… but

🥉

austin - simple but gorgeous and slay and slutty and GOOD

🥈

seth - another total slay from our usual winner. legit perfect but a lot going on

🥇

bron - just… SO SEXY. like wow. i can see it so clear and i need it.

honourable mentions for cody, randy and trick. they all could win too legit

how about everyone else??

[loveloki555]

Project of young ladies

Mortals

As you know, I became the illustrious God of Stories. It was simple, after all, I have experience in taking thrones. I rule the branches justly and wisely. My beloved Sigyn brought to my attention a certain project of young students from a human school. I love my sweet wife very much, so I want to order you to use your money like good subjects - Loki does not look at the camera, trying to look very menacing and commanding - Anyway, you are to do this. I'll be watching. Always.

Sigyn smiles at the camera - Every heart that supports this action will be rewarded with the blessing of victory, prosperity and happiness. Young students pay attention to spread the news about blood and anemia and organize a charity ball so that people can donate blood. Unfortunately, they have financial issue with that. It would be very nice if you supported them. The young ladies attend a biology class at an elite high school in Szczecin, Poland. Please support their intentions. Every penny counts.

[royaleofury]

hii, i hope you're doing well? firstly, you have my permission to read for me! if it's alright, may i please have a reading on my future spouse's traits?

my initials are KS and i'm an aries moon. thank you for your time and energy. <33

Thank you for participating. 🌸

Cards I got for you: The lovers , 6 of pentacles, the fool , 9 of cups , 10 of wands , king of pentacles, acs of pentacles and knight of cups

How will love appear in your life?

Your spouse will enter your life when you need them the most. You will find them who will start looking for them. The lovers is a beautiful card suggesting meeting your significant other when are looking for them the most. While looking for them, you may get a number of choices but your heart will only call out for them

Where will you meet them?

You may meet your fs when you are doing some kind of charity or helping someone out. This can mean an ngo or charity work in general. But the themes will include helping others out. This can mean literal charity work or this can also mean volunteering for an ngo or helping out a friend. But something around those themes.

Traits of your person

Nine of cups signifies a person who is satisfied with what they have. They are the kind of person who will be contented with what they have. Eyeing on the treasures of others is not their thing. But at the same time, they also believe in sharing. But sharing only includes on their part. They do not like taking things of others. If someone wants their things or materials, they will all ready to give it to them.

Let's pull out another card to see more about their personality. I got The Strength for you. They are very hardworking person. They believe in " no pain no gain". No matter what, they are the kind of person who will finish their work first and then go for rest. Sometimes, they may also have a tendency to push themselves harder than they can and even take the burden of other people. In work settings, they will most likely take the tasks of other people and not complain about it at all.

What will you two do together?

When you two come together, it always starts with finding the great unknown. You two will make sure to not to let any pages unturned. Both of you will like to just go with the flow of time and see what's there for you. Enjoying with no care and just letting yourself dwell into each other. You two will act like as if there's no tomorrow and just enjoy in the company of each other. I see lots of trips to nearby places like amusement parks, rides, etc.

What is their strength?

The strength of your fs is that they don't complain at all. They are happy with what they have. They love to push themselves and find out their limits. Whenever they take up any task, they make sure to complete it and not leave it in between. This makes them the happiest. They are more like lone worker. They do not the interruption of another person in their work.

What is their weakness?

The weakness of your fs is that they may have a carefree attitude most of the times. They do not like thinking about the future. They do not make plans for future. Living in the present is good but one also has to think about if their finances are enough for them to lead a happy life in the future too.

What physical markers can you use to detect them?

I got ace of pentacles for this question. You may start seeing lots of balls nearby you. This can be anything like tennis ball, cricket ball, foot ball, etc. but like balls in general. You may sense meeting them when you have changed jobs or looking for another opportunity. When you have abundance in your life meaning all the things that you wanted to achieve are finally achieved by you.

How to approach them and make connection with them?

With knight of cups, they are the kind of person who maybe hopeless romantic. But they wouldn't make the first move on anyone they like. I picked this up intuitively, but I see you making the first move. They maybe on the reserved side when it comes to confessing. They would expect you to come to them like a knight and do all those cliche things for them like keeping a secret love letter on their desk. They are chaotic in love . My cards were literally flowing out.

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happy belated birthday mate!!

could you tell me more about eros?

thank you !!!! *eats the cake*

okay so eros originally started out as just c!ranboos mom but then i gave her a bit of backstory and it spiraled from there. uh spoilers for the results of the poll btw. (its also kinda long)

so eros is the goddess of love & has domain over war. war does not have a specific deity because it is so complicated. instead, three gods with related domains (what the deity is in charge of) reside over it.

eros came about as the result of The Big War (i haven't decided on a name yet) which was a war between Hysteria (god of the mind, soul, emotions, humanity, etc) and The God of Flesh, Bone, and Blood (not techno !!! just the god itself). They've always had a hatred for each other, and it ended up in a war that lasted like. thousands of years. At this point, humanity was long gone, most animals & plants were dead, other deities were suffering, and the Nether & the Overworld were in ruins. The two gods planned a last fight to the death (at the pressure of other gods who wanted the war to be over) in the Overworld, and they decided on a piece of land that was covered in apocalyptic snow/ash (pure white). They fight and blah blah it takes so fucking long. Finally, Hysteria and the Blood God draw blood at the same time, and that blood mixes with the snow. At this point, they are both tired, and they aren't quite sure of their hatred anymore. Its the end of the world, and they are fighting, but they were created together and they must work together. So, at this moment, a new god was born !!!! This god was Eros, who's appearance created a true between her parents and started The New Timeline (as the old world was unsalvageable).

Eros was created as a teenager, so she could take care of herself. However, she did not have any experience, so she didn't make the best of decisions. She was very lonely, as she longed to experience love. She could not get it, because Hysteria was much too busy overseeing the progress of humanity, and had many, many children, so Eros did not stick out. She was normally much too scared to go see the Blood God, as they were scary and closed off. So, she wandered the Earth, typically sticking to the Overworld.

Eventually, she figured out that "hey, my parents are the two other war gods! if i start a war big enough, i can make them pay attention to me and we can hang out and be a family !!!" so she does that. and it does work! so she does it again. and again. and again.

During this time, Eros has also started several cults to do her bidding. She was hoping for maybe some semblance of love from them, and she did get it, but it wasn't very good. But she didn't have anything else, so she kept them.

After a big ass war that had horrific consequences, some other gods popped in and was like. "hey can u tone it down a bit? I'm tired of rebuilding entire forests and shit because of u." and she was like sure. yeah. okay.

So, she turned over a new leaf ! She started finding other ways to experience love. she stopped her hardcore cults and started gather small groups that weren't like. terrifying and scary and were more like just friends. she tried to disguise herself as mortal to make friends, but it hurt way too much when they died.

Around this time, she just started messing with people. (btw, the New Timeline is our world.) She would disguise herself as mortal and become a famous fashion designer (she did this several times), or pretend to be a noble to get into a royal ball (and then reveal herself and freak everyone out). She liked to dance, sing, and model the most.

One day, while exploring with her cultists (around human maturity 21-23???), she found an end portal ! having never seen one before, she went in. there, she was greeted by the newly crowned Queen Erebus (queen of the endermen).

They fell in love !!!!! awww i love them !!!!

As queen, she often volunteers with projects, and creates many charities and arts programs. She doesn't do much of the queen duties, but she will help out if erebus needs it.

Erebus was the one to bring up the idea of a child, but eros was the one to find the ritual to make it happen.

When the Collision happened (worlds smashed together , creating multiple servers (so things such as MCC can happen) which reseted the timeline) several gods were spontaneously created, one of which closed off the end (right as ranboo had fallen through the portal lmao). As such, she has mourned and studied (along side z) to find a way to reopen the end.