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[givemea-dam-break]

hehe so i saw that you were okay with doing multiple

can i have sunflower, iris, and snowdrop please 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ahhhh of course!! so first up, sunflower:

you are so dark academia coded and therefore me coded

for a fictional character, i can’t explain it but you give a wonderful mix of annabeth chase, genya safin, padme amidala, and george karim!! strange combination, i know, but it’s an inexplicable gut feeling i’m telling you!!

as for greek god - you are most definitely hestia, goddess of the home and hearth!! you’re the mum friend so it’s literally just a perfect fit! also a little bit of demeter, too!

for a roman god, you’re definitely spes the goddess of hope! you make everyone around you feel happy and hopeful and i love love LOVE it about you!!!

[sacharinee]

pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader

sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions

wc: 1200+

a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)

peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything. 

now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for. 

“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open. 

his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.

however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.

his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”

you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.

you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”

peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?” 

“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”

peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.” 

the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”

“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine. 

peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you. 

“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively 

 you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.” 

peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”

honk!

“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths. 

“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”

peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.

“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?” 

it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.

it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not. 

you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal. 

you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount. 

you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”

you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.

“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.

“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”

“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.

you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.

“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.” 

you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”

peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”

another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.

“you sound jealous.”

peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.

“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”

you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”

peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.

“there’s something you’re not telling me.”

hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.

except, he doesn’t.

the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you. 

“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.” 

[cutielando]

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Pretty Thing - Cooper Howard (Ghoul) x Reader

Summary: You're a shiny, pretty prize worth more caps than can be counted on ten hands altogether. There's something special about you, and the Ghoul is determined to figure out just what it is.

Notes: Part threeee :) Lmk if u love this and I'll write more (feel free to leave me lots of comments and interactions, they motivate me!!)

last chap | A03 | masterlist

part 3

Ache.

Vicious and prominent throughout each and every bone and dip within your body.

Horrible, familiar ache.

The sun was blinding, scorching redness onto your skin like ripe cherry tomatoes.

A few soft, scattered blinks and your gaze parted to white. Squinting amongst the hazy glow, the silhouette of an old, brimmed hat and a noseless shadow centered.

It was him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

Your back was stiff, pressed against the decayed, withered roots of an old weeping willow. Your body was postured straight, tied tight by ropes you wanted to scratch at with haste if you could.

It took you a few more blinks, a few more moments past the confusion to remember just about everything that had transpired.

The experiments, the cage, the brunette and the Ghoul. The same Ghoul who was chewing on rotted straw with dark, curious eyes admiring his rope-work, running up and down your pallid figure.

Your heart rate sped then. You didn’t much like being contained— and it seemed as though you had only been traded from one cage to another.

You gon’ make me lots of money…

His distant words pounded against your skull in an infinite echo, swelling at your brain like a bee sting.

It all settled, then.

Your eyes widened, breaths more labored now as you struggled against the ropes with the very small amount of strength you had gained from your slumber. It wasn’t much.

He only watched you for a moment with a rather unimpressed expression on his mangled face. But then he smirked.

“Don’t get too rowdy now, sweetie. I won’t hesitate to tighten them ropes.”

The ropes cut into your purpled skin the more you fought against them. They were knotted in more places than you could count. Effortlessly crafted to keep you.

Keep…

“Where are my keepers?”

God…

Your voice was an awful rasp. A horrible, guttural sound. You didn’t recognize it. Then again, you didn’t recognize anything about yourself.

Your question, too. What a silly thing to ask. As if you’d prefer being with them instead.

The horrid creature, the place where his brows would be lifted in surprise. He took his time, his sweetened— honeyed time getting up. Swinging a leg round the scraps he sat upon and lifting to tower over everything in sight. A chill met your spine, acquainted with it.

He was silent, silent as his boots crunched against the bloodied ground. Closer and closer, even closer and never once did his eyes fall from your face.

“Oh… don’t tell me you miss em’ now, darlin’. Yous a masochist behind all them chains and ropes, pretty thing? Hmm?”

He smelled of bitterness and smoke, invasive and poisonous. It didn’t take him long to be a mere step before you— but he invaded it. Your breath left your lips, you poor— confused thing. You were in disarray as you turned your head so to escape him.

That wasn’t allowed.

His hand was a rough, unpleasant thing. Torn up and stitched together by frayed threads. It was foreign yet warm against your chin as he roughly redirected your gaze to him again. Demanding your attention. He hummed in dark approval when you lifted your wide eyes to find his.

“Hope not. They took all that meat off them bones o’ yours. We gon’ have to sweeten you up again, ain’t we?”

He was suffocating you. Every fiber of you. So close now that his breath was kissing your cheek.

Your gaze narrowed, jaw blooming with tension-coiled poppies.

“I could kill you.” You practically spat and God— how right you were.

You didn’t know the how or the why, the reason or the answers. No, you didn’t know any of that at all. What you did know, however, was that whatever fueled the crimson laced in your palms was enough to bring any ghoul to their knees. He could be no different.

And yet?

He laughed. A raspy, weak sound. Golden teeth on full display. Your head fell into a tilt of confusion, he followed it— huffing out a breath when he was done getting a kick from your words.

“Oh I know, sweetie. I know. But do you?”

But do you…

Three simple words forming a question that brought more fear to you than any ropes or chains ever could. You couldn’t remember. That was just the problem.

The sound of sharp metal scraping against worn leather made your wide eyes dart toward his free hand. The mangled Ghoul lifted a shined, silvered blade from his holster and pointed it right to the most vulnerable place at your neck.

You gulped, lips parting as your chest rose and fell. The cruel creature… he was teasing you, and he was enjoying it. There was mischief lit up like golden globes in his eyes, a soft and sadistic kind of smirk just ghosted on his lips. He scraped the blade against your soft skin, dragging it from your collarbone, up to your jugular, then right to your chin— all the while following the dangerous path with his eyes.

He could have sunk the blade in. Ended it. Turned in your body for far too many caps to count but… he didn’t. No… instead he brought the blade to the same ropes he caged you with and he set you free.

Your body was a home for every pin and needle in existence to dwell. Soon as your ropes fell to the dilapidated ground, you fell with them. On your hands and knees before his scruffy boots.

He stood there like that for a moment, looking down at you kneeled at his feet. Perhaps he was waiting to see if you’d run. You didn’t. Not because you didn’t want to but rather because you were afraid.

Afraid and confused.

Your eyes darted to your surroundings and every single inch of them was unfamiliar. How would you survive?

When the Ghoul was certain you were staying put, he parted from you; walking slow back to his seat of scraps as he ruffled some papers away from his coat.

With a clear of his throat, he began…

“Y/N Y/L/N. Age? Unknown. Species? Radioactive superhuman. Now ain’t that some wild shit, darlin’? You. Little ol’ you and you ain’t the least bit scarred or mangled, huh?”

You blinked, his words only a blur of nonsense you couldn’t quite break apart enough to be coherent. You cautiously lifted your head, gaze settling in on him again. He sat proudly, satisfied with all this. Right ankle rested atop left knee and stained paper gripped in ancient hands.

He looked on at you once, satisfied to know he had earned your attention again. With a deeper smirk now, he continued louder.

“Subject can absorb harmful radiation n’ process it to gain sustenance. Oo’ wee… n’ there’s more. Y/L/N possesses the innate ability to manipulate any form of power er energy and project it from her very hands— my my. Look at you. A god damn X-Man, ain’t you?”

His words, though understood in your conscious mind, you didn’t understand the importance of them. All you knew to be true was that people were afraid. Horrified.

Yet not him.

Not him…

Your breath left you, exhausted by the heat and position, and you bowed your head again. He silently skimmed through whatever else was printed on that precious page, and when he was satisfied? He tossed it aside and focused his attention back on you.

“Now I had thought that I was real damn lucky to have found you, you little money maker. But no, oh no darlin’— that just ain’t true. See, I ain’t got no use for ya’ if you kill me fore’ I get my payout. N’ you can— kill me. Ain’t a fool to admit it. You ain’t like me, you ain’t like vaultie or any of those tin soldiers. Nah, yous real special. Different. I thought bout’ dumpin’ you when I read this ol’ thing but damn it, sweetie… I must have a lil’ thing for strays.”

His tangent was laced with only parts you could keep up with. You were worth something, but he was unlucky to have you. He had a thing for strays, but he was set to dump you. You weren’t like him, but he too was a monster.

“You’re awfully contradictory…” it left your lips far before you could stop it, moving to sit or rather slump back against the tree as you spoke. Your ribs poked against your skin.

“Mm.” Is all he offered, staring on at you for a few more painfully long moments before he lifted again. He was even slower now, even more cautious in his approach. Towered before you and shifting so to squat— eye to eye you were again.

“See truth be told, sweetie, s’ you that needs me. Even exchange, really. Gon’ use you for all you’re worth, and you gon’ be fed real well. Ain’t gonna be held by no chains or rope. N’ I’ll teach you how to really, truly hurt a man enough to keep m’ down— understand?”

He wanted to help you…?

You didn’t have much experience at all with being, well, alive. That you remembered, at least. Living truly, not just breathing. Even so, if you searched hard enough beneath the surface of his words, you understood them. He needed you for your powers, as everyone else seemed to, and as a courtesy in return? He’d teach you all the things your keepers wouldn’t dare to, all the things orbiting planet freedom.

He was a stranger.

Then again… everyone was.

Your silence, your unspoken dilemma confined in your aching mind— it was enough to provoke his voice again.

“You can go on n’ run into that city, you know. Oh I ain’t gon’ stop you, pretty thing. No I ain’t. You know what will, though?”

Your gaze became a glare, and yet he was expectant.

“Go on, ask me.”

You didn’t quite follow, and yet if one thing was clear in your gaze and your consciousness? It was him… his commands.

“What?” Is but all you whispered, and it satisfied the mangled man enough to make him sigh.

The same awful, torn up hand that had lifted you into his arms. The same hand that had tied you hostage with rope and flipped through your dilapidated file, that same hand, it lifted once more so to brush away the hair sticking against your dampened forehead. You shivered at the sensation.

Gentle… the most gentle you’d ever felt in your entire consciousness; and from a Ghoul.

His eyes glazed over you like jam to buttered scone and with a twitch of his jaw and a tilt of his skull, he gave you the answer you were silently seeking…

“You will…”

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Honeycake.|| An Alpha!Joel Miller x Black!Fem Reader Omegaverse AU

Summary: Joel has a good life. He's got his pack, his own business, no time for love outside of meaningless hookups and that one time Sarah tricked him into speed dating. Love comes knocking in the form of you, an omega from a dangerous disbanded pack looking to heal.

Trigger Warnings: Past violence against reader, mentions of David, non-consenting mate bites,  mental health discussions, this omega needs a hug and like 12 blankets.

Note One: This takes place in modern day, no outbreak. Joel’s pack consists of Omega!Tommy, his wife Alpha!Maria and their two children, Beta! Marlene and her wife Omega! Anna and their daughter Ellie, and Joel’s daughter, Sarah (SARAH LIVES!). They all live on the same street and joel's house is their packhouse because I said so.

Note Two: This is my first dive into writing omegaverse! There are so many different interpretations and headcanons out there and I’m excited to join in. I apologize in advance if I get something wrong 🙂

This is a test chapter! If you’d like to see chapter two, please comment or reblog as engagement with my fics makes me write faster! I also just like talking to y’all too <3

Chapter One

 “As you can hear behind me, court proceedings have just concluded for the man simply known as David, the alpha of a Colorado based pack that made headlines for the last year over David’s numerous felonies ranging from embezzlement, wire fraud,and tax evasion. But today is his latest sentencing over his assault of his former omegas and multiple forced courtships charges-

“Sarah, Ellie! Breakfast!”

   “A single charge of claiming any omega without their consent carries a prison sentence of upwards of twenty years in prison and David has ten counts. The brave victims whose names and faces we may and should never know can finally live their lives in peace knowing that this man is behind bars.”

Joel replaced Sarah’s phone with a plate of bacon and eggs before sitting down himself.

  “You know the rules, no phones at the table.” Joel grumbled through his coffee,inhaling that shit to drown out the scents of the various couples in his pack. Eight in the morning was too far too early for perfume based love declarations.

   “It’s all anyone talks about at school, I hope they fry the motherfucker!” Ellie said through a mouthful of eggs.

  “Language!” Marlene, Anna, and Joel said in unison, a barely stifled laugh escaping Sarah who snuck her phone from off the kitchen counter.

 “You’re not wrong though, sweetie.” Anna said, patting Ellie on the head.

While his pack fell into a lively discussion/rant over the news, Joel’s mind was somewhere else, desperately trying to remember the name of the waitress he screwed behind the job site last night.

Lizzie?

Megan?

Did she even tell him?

Did it matter?

He had his rules.

No courtships without pack approval (mostly just Sarah’s approval because nothing got past Sarah Miller.)

No fucking around in town.

No bullshit.

Ruts were out of town experiences only, with waitresses and gas station attendants in need of relief not romance, people just like him trying to get off and get through the damn day. 

As long as he could get through the day, Joel Miller was good to go, mates not needed or wanted.

The only good thing to come out of his last courtship was grabbing her backpack and stealing the last bit of bacon off his plate.

Morning chaos got Joel out his head as the packhouse emptied, Ellie and Sarah heading toward his truck only for a U-Haul with tinted windows to block him in.

  “Shit!” Joel growled out, unable to stop himself from hitting the back of the moving van.

The truck reversed quickly and Joel threw his shit into his truck while the girls tried their damndest to peek into the darkened windows. Already sweaty, his hand grasped the door handle only to fall to his side when it hit him.

Honey.

The most perfect honey scent ran through the entirety of the alpha and it took everything within Joel not to fall to his knees right fucking there. When he had the strength to look up in search of the scent, all Joel saw was the corner of the sundress and a front door quickly closing.

His scent match just moved in.

Okay! This is all I got, if you want to see more please comment or reblog! This is my first time writing omegaverse so be nice :)

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"oh, daddy loves you so much, baby.."

"keep touching yourself for me, doll"

"you're close? fuck, let's come together, baby girl"

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mnfghmmnn……

this big man…. i’m gonna die… mmghsbrndmmmph anyways.

dave n you had to coordinate a lot to make sure you’re both in a reasonable time zone to call AND you’re both not busy. he’s been waiting to get on the phone with you for a couple days and he’s been missing you so much!!! he dials your number on the phone next to his hotel bed, and you pick up after the first ring.

“hi baby, how’s my sweetheart doing?” n you are laying in bed on the other line just giggling bc you finally got to talk to dave!! smiling down at the phone.

“m’ good. just missing you so much… wish you were here.”

“i know, baby. i’ll be home soon. just a month left now, huh?” dave smiles, thinking about being able to see you again for the first time in months.

“i know i know, but i miss sleeping next to you…” you pause, “…and doing other things too.”

from there the two of you spiral, talking abt all the things you would do to each other when he finally gets back.

“haven’t been able to get off in so long, dave.. need you home.” you whine, hand inching closer to the hem of your shorts as you hear dave huff into the phone. he’s already got a hand down his own pants on the other line, slowly stroking.

“i know, baby. i know… you touching yourself for me now? thinkin’ of me? how bout you take off your clothes and i’ll guide you, huh?”

you kick off your shorts as soon as dave says so, whining as you reach down to lightly rub your clit. “you got your pants off, hun?”

“mhmmm,” you moan into the phone. fingers moving faster as you hear dave let out his own groans. you can faintly hear the slick sounds of him working his cock, and your mouth waters at the thought of his big hand playing with himself. mouth open and panting for you. you squirm, middle and ring fingers moving down to circle your hole.

“can i put my fingers in, daddy?” you plea, whining as you dip them in without his permission before pulling them back out, teasing yourself while you wait for dave’s approval.

“go ahead honey, make yourself feel good.” you mewl as you fuck yourself on your fingers, hips shoving down on them as you push them in and out, thumb working your clit at the same time.

dave on the other line has a hand around himself, fucking his fist fast and hard, hips jerking off the bed every time he hears the wet noises coming from your pussy and your high pitched moans, little “ah ah ah” sounds that make him go absolutely feral. this tour couldn’t end soon enough.

“fuck, baby, i’m so close. you gonna cum for daddy? make a mess on your fingers? yeah.. know you can do it. cmon.. cum with me.”

your knees draw up to your chest as you wail one last time, back arching as you shove your fingers in as deep as you can, still wishing they were dave’s fingers inside you and not your own. you come back to yourself just in time to hear dave cumming, grunting “fuck, fuck, oh shiiit.” into the phone, hand slowing down and heaving as he comes down from his own high.

“god.” you gasp.

“my name is dave, remember, baby?” you laugh at his corny joke, one he’s used a million times. “i’ll be home soon enough, just hold out for me okay?”

you nod as if he can see you. “yeah, i know. i will.”

“now go wash yourself up, okay? take care and i’ll be back before you know it. call you tomorrow.” the line hangs up.

—

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. figuring out how to write this was a trip. anyway. hope you enjoy!

[bussyslayer333]

dancing together in the rain with bradley for your blurb celebration please ❤️

this is so cute eeee

pairing: bradley bradshaw x wife!reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: some swearing,,, i think that’s it?? mostly cute af

send me a prompt, get a blurb!!

“You’re fucking crazy!” you squeal with no bite, rain pelting down onto you.

San Diego was usually dry and hot, something you loved about the place was it’s general consistency in weather. Today however, dry was replaced with wet, very wet.

“Dance with me baby!” Bradley shouts over the rain.

His white shirt is almost fully see through and his jacket he’d already deposited as it was weighing him down. You eyed the way his large arms strained and moved beneath the transparent fabric and ultimately folded, rushing into his waiting arms.

You should probably be mad. You’re wedding dress was going to be ruined. The cake had turned to an inedible mush and your guests were huddled under a small gazebo meant only for the bar and speakers for the music.

“There’s no music, Brad,” you wonder aloud.

As if on cue, the melodic sounds of Abba come spitting loudly out of the speakers being scarcely protected by the gazebo. You look around curiously to find none other than Jake Seresin stepping out of the gazebo, already shirtless and smacking Bradley on the shoulder.

“God, Bradshaw do I have to save your ass all the time?” He teases, hair still perfectly tousled even when soaked in rainwater, droplets dripping down his toned chest in a way that could almost be staged.

Bradley can only laugh in disbelief, “why is your shirt off?”

“I’m here to fuckin’ dance, Bradshaw that’s why!” Jake cheers.

You shrug and bend down to slip your heels off, flinging them to the side.

With your approval, streams of people come from under the gazebo, shrieking as the rain hits them. The squealing quickly turns to singing as people familiarise themselves with the weather and begin to dance.

Bradley is jumping up and down wildly, his hands never leaving your waist. You can feel his strong hands gripping onto you through the sodden fabric of your dress, spinning you round to face him. He continues to sway you as he pushes at the wet strands of hair framing your face.

“You’re so goddam beautiful.” He declares, running his thumb over your lip.

“Even with my makeup ruined?” you query.

“Especially.” Bradley decides, hurriedly smashing his lips into yours.

You can hear your friends and family whooping as Bradley deepens the kiss and lowers you down in a dip. He was always one for theatrics.

And when you’re scooped back up and allowed to take in the surrounding scene, Jake twirling around your grandma and your girlfriends dancing wildly with Bob and Fanboy, there’s no way on earth you could be mad at all. Even when the rain is still slashing down heavily.

“I hope this hasn’t ruined our day Mrs Bradshaw?” Bradley whispers into your ear.

You turn back to face him, nose nudging against his own, “No day is ruined with you.”

Bradley’s arms come to wrap back around you as he lifts you up.

“Put me down!” You squeal, slapping at his rain soaked shirt that was practically useless at this point.

“Never.”

a/n: I LOVE BRAD UGHHH and i hope u guys love this 😘😘

icl i love writing lil blurbs hehe

pls comment or reblog and tell me what u think :))

ty for requesting and reading !!!

- honey <333

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Fluff: LUV U, from Morgan💗

For @starksvinyls in @starkerfestivals Starker Valentine's Day Exchange 💗💗

I chose this prompt!

Prompt: Their kid’s first valentine’s day in grade school and them helping prepare

I hope you like it and that my fluff was sufficient 🥺 I don't write fluff much but I had fun writing this!! And of course, the hardest bit was finding a title and I finally went with this 😱 the LUV U, from Morgan💗 is supposed to be towards the entire starker fandom cause I love you guys 💗

Rating: G

Notes: Omegaverse, married starker, mpreg (Peter is currently pregnant in the fic), domestic fluff

WC: 2662

(AO3 Link)

💗💗💗

Tony Stark, perusing down the aisle of a local Walgreens? More likely than you think. Especially when he's being led by the hand by his 6 year old daughter, Morgan.

The little alpha girl was determined because she had seen the softest, prettiest blankets and had wanted to get them for her best friends.

“There! There!” She did a kind of hop skip, jerking impatiently in place because of her grip on Tony’s hand.

For such a little girl, her grip was strong but even then Tony just grinned and hurried along. Once they were close enough, Morgan let him go and eagerly reached up on her tippy toes to get the large throw blanket.

Tony could've easily gotten it for her but she was at that age where she wanted to do everything by herself so Tony let her when it was possible.

The blanket was almost bigger than her, a cute turquoise blue that was decorated with cute candy hearts. Once Morgan had it in her hands, she rubbed her face against a candy heart that said “LUV U.”

“It's so soft,” Morgan marveled, “just like Mama’s nest blankets.”

She ran her little hand over the blanket’s surface and looked up at Tony with those honey brown eyes she inherited from her mama and Tony’s mate, Peter.

“Do you think they’ll like it?” she asked with all the seriousness a 6 year old was capable of.

Tony knew a simple yes wouldn't do it so he bent down on a knee and held out a hand.

Morgan offered it to him and Tony took it. He ran a critical eye over it and let out some serious sounding hmm’s and ahh’s.

The blanket was soft and warm, the fabric especially tailored to omegas and meant for their nests. There was even a little pouch area where an alpha could insert an included heart candy shaped pillow. An alpha could scent the pillow and it could be inserted into the pouch so that the alpha’s scent could soothe the omega it was given to.

It was a popular gift given by alphas for good reason.

Of course, the price for it reflected that but money had never been an issue. He could easily get something of much better quality but this was the one Morgan wanted to give. And so, it was the one they were getting.

It really was a cute gift and even though Morgan and her besties were far from the ages where such gifts were really intended for, blankets were common gifts given between friends. Besides, just because it was tailored to omegas didn't mean alphas couldn't receive it as gifts too. Sharing scents between friends was a common gesture of affection, after all.

Overall, Tony thought it was a thoughtful gift for Morgan’s best friends.

“They’re gonna love it, Morguna,” Tony announced, showing his approval.

Morgan gave a large smile and proudly said, “I like it too! And look! There's a few different colors!”

Morgan took back the blanket with a happy smile and Tony smiled too, infected by her enthusiasm.

This time, Morgan watched as Tony pulled a few more blankets, each color getting the young alpha’s approval.

Once their main objective was secured, they checked out the rest of the aisle. Besides getting her besties their gifts, Morgan was also handing out Valentine's Day cards along with a small little gift baggie.

The Valentine's Day aisle was full of gifts. Fuzzy blankets, slippers, and of course, lots and lots of chocolate and candy. Across from the gifts was an aisle completely full of plushies of various sizes.

Tony had the pleasure of helping her load their little basket with goodies to make for goodie bags for the rest of her classmates. For the most part, he indulged Morgan’s choices, especially since she mostly went for cute pencils, stickers, erases, and mini notebooks. They were sold as sets, all intended for the little goodie bags that the Stark family would be setting up.

The little Valentine’s Day cards that sported the Avenger’s faces were ignored. Morgan had seen so much Avengers merchandise that she was mostly immune to it. Plus, for some reason they always made Iron Man’s face a little funky.

Instead, Morgan’s eye was caught by cute little animal themed Valentine’s Day cards which she happily put into the basket.

Tony did turn a blind eye to the little Spider-Man and Iron-man pair of plushies she snuck into the basket. It wasn't exactly easy to ignore when they were as big as her arm.

“For Mama and Daddy,” Morgan told him anyway. Then she held up a squishmallow of Spider-Man that was the size of her hand and asked, “For Morgan?”

Tony was supposed to be the stern parent but he quickly melted to Morgan’s puppy eyes. “How can we have a Spider-Man and Iron-man without a little baby Spider-Man?”

At Tony’s comment, her eyes lit up and she quickly went back to where she found the baby Spidey, only to come back with another little Iron-man of the same size.

Tony should've known and yet, when she looked up at him, offering the toy with the question, “For baby Benny?” Tony could only melt at her request.

Even mentioning the baby that Peter was carrying had Tony turning into a pile of mush. The baby in Peter’s belly was, according to Google, the size of a papaya at week 21. Their second pup, Morgan’s little brother that she was already spoiling.

Peter often blamed Tony for it, but they both knew that their little Morgan was just a thoughtful and excited Big Sister to Be.

“Of course, baby girl,” Tony smiled wide, lowering the basket so she could put the toy in. “We can't forget baby Benny.”

“Course not!” Morgan nodded oh so seriously, a satisfied smile on her face.

While they waited in line, Tony took a quick picture of their haul and sent it to his mate. Peter’s exasperated but fond response had Tony grinning.

My Love, My Mate, Hubby ❤️

We’re going to have a whole room dedicated to plushies of us and the team, aren't we? 🧐

Received

Tony Stark

Guess I shouldn't spoil what Pepp and Rhodey got the kids.

Sent

The conversation ended there as Tony and Morgan were next in line. A few minutes later, the two left and returned home.

There were plans. Plans which involve Morgan going to bed at 8 PM, the latest, but of course, things never panned out the way they wanted.

Morgan was too excited for Valentine's Day and even more so when they returned to find cupcakes waiting for them. Tony and Morgan had gotten the goodies while Peter had gotten the bags and cupcakes.

What followed was a night of chaos, as Peter, Tony, and Morgan worked together to put the goodie bags together.

Between the two of them, Peter was the genius as he set up the empty goodie bags on the table. Tony was regulated to organizing the packs of stickers, pencils, and erasers.

Their Morgan was fairly popular but she only called maybe two other kids her besties. For these, she personally picked out their stuff, but for the rest, Tony took over.

It was messy. It was a little chaotic.

Tony could've easily just gotten some grunts to do this or even easier, just bought some standard goodie bags. But as he was dropping pieces of candy, one by one, into each bag, he couldn't help but watch his two favorite people.

Morgan and Peter were across from him, working on the cards.

“This one for Parker?” Peter held up a card with some cute little frogs and read the front, “I hop we stay friends forever!”

“Oh!” Morgan giggled at the words and nodded. “Yeah, they’ll like that! They like frogs!”

Morgan took the card and focused on writing her classmate’s name with Peter’s supervision.

“P-A-R-K-E-R,” Peter instructed gently.

Morgan’s pencil was steady as she wrote and she echoed back each letter.

“...K… E…R!” She cheered as she finished. “Like this?”

A sweet smile crossed Peter’s face and kissed the top of Morgan’s head.

“Good job, baby.” he said then smiling down at the name, he added, “Did you know Mama's last name used to be Parker?”

Morgan looked up at Peter with a surprised look.

“Your last name’s Stark though! Like mine,” she said, 100% confident.

Peter just laughed and smiled. “Yeah, it's Stark now but before I met your Daddy, my name used to be Peter Parker.”

Morgan’s mouth formed a little O as she thought about it.

“I like it,” she decided, “But I like mama as Peter Stark too.”

Peter laughed again before agreeing wholeheartedly. “I like it too.”

Their laughter and soft giggles had Tony looking up, pausing in his own task. He had caught the tail end of the conversation and couldn't help the warmth that spread throughout his body as he looked at them. His pup. His mate. This moment… It was just part of their daily lives. It wasn't even Valentines Day and all they were doing was preparing for a little kid party.

A moment in time, something normal, and just every day. And yet… Tony felt like he could capture this moment, have it become one of his core memories. Morgan and Peter, their heads bent low as they worked together. Morgan’s little fingers curled around a pencil while Peter watched her, one hand on his pregnant belly, and the other fiddling with another Valentine's Day card.

“Love… M… o… r… g… a… n…!” their daughter cheerfully completed the card.

Morgan then looked up, as did Peter.

“Tony?” Peter asked curiously. He arched a brow even as Morgan reached over to hand the card to the alpha. “Anything wrong?”

He took a second to reply, just taking in the sight of Morgan looking at him curiously and Peter’s familiar and much loved face.

“Absolutely nothing, sweetheart,” Tony replied.

He took the card and continued putting the goodies in the bag. This time, he focused so they could get everything done in time. Even then, he had one ear listening to his mate and pup and occasionally, if he looked up and watched them joke around and write the cards, no one would blame him.

Truly, there was absolutely nothing wrong in his world.

His heart was full and he was not lacking anything in the world when he had these two– his family, his loves. His smile only grew wider when he thought of baby Benny.

There was absolutely nothing wrong and everything right.

After they finished, they were left with several neat rows of goodie bags, each one tucked by hand written cards by their sweet alpha girl. They made sure to praise her. Morgan had inherited Tony’s busy mind so being able to sit down for the hour was an accomplishment. It helped that Peter coached her and kept her attention by engaging her about her classmates.

Once dinner passed and then bedtime, Tony carried their kid to get washed up and from there, Peter took over.

Tony caught a glimpse of them, Morgan squealing as she ran into her room. Her arms were full of the plushies that were bought earlier, as well as the little heart shaped scent pillows for her best friends.

Peter tucked Morgan into her own big girl bed. There were a few blankets from their nest because even though Morgan was a big girl now (her words, not Tony's), she still couldn't fall asleep without the scent of her mama and papa. Tony hadn't protested the loss of their stolen blankets. He may even shed a tear when the day comes that she no longer needed or wanted to be scented by her parents but that day was somewhere far in the future.

By the time Tony came by, Morgan’s eyes were sleep heavy. They only fully close once Tony and Peter each give her a kiss on the forehead, exchanging “I love you”s and sleepy good nights.

Tony left the door open a crack and led his mate to their own comfy little nest with an arm around his waist.

When the lights turned on, Peter let out a soft little gasp when he was met by a huge bouquet of roses set by the bedside table.

“Oh…” He turned a pleased little smile towards Tony. “You know I don't need roses, Tony.”

Since Morgan was born, it felt like sometimes there was a fast forward button pressed on their days. There was just so much to do and so much to plan for. With the arrival of baby Benny, it would only get busier. And yet, Tony was determined to do his best to show how much he loved his mate and to do even these little things like get his roses whether it was Valentine's Day or not.

Tony hummed and wrapped his arms around his mate’s waist.

“I know, darling, but you deserve them,” Tony said. His hands slid towards Peter’s belly and he gently caressed the small bump there. “You're my partner in crime, the omega to my alpha, the mother to my kids– I love you, Pete. You've given me so much, let me give you flowers once in a while?”

“You give me so much more than just flowers, alpha,” Pete said in return. He cupped Tony's face in his palms, and the kiss they shared was as sweet as chocolate.

Tony sighed in contentment and breathed in the scent of his mate, his home.

“Wait– wait, don't distract me,” Tony huffed, pulling away to Peter’s surprise. “I have another gift for you.”

“Oh?” Peter questioned.

“Yeah, sit down,” Tony told him and Peter, with a healthy amount of curiosity, did as he was asked.

He only understood when Tony knelt down and took a hold of his foot, one hand cupping the sole whole the other rested on top.

“Oh!” Peter gasped, almost melting back into their nest of pillows and blankets.

“I learned a new thing,” Tony said as he massaged his mate’s aching foot. “I know it was around this time that it got particularly hard when you had Morgan and I felt bad that I couldn't help before… So just lay back and relax, babe.”

Peter had no complaints and by the time Tony was done, he had a fully relaxed mate cuddling into the pillows.

Inside him, Tony’s alpha was very pleased at being able to relieve some of Peter’s pain. He was even more pleased when he came into the nest and spent some time with the baby.

He caressed his mate’s pregnant belly, talking to baby Benny and peppering kisses on Peter’s belly. His soft words were mixed in with soft hmm’s from Peter and those words turned into a wordless pur when the omega started running his hand through Tony’s hair.

“Goodnight, baby Benny,” Tony whispered and pressed one more kiss to Peter’s belly. “Be good and let your mama rest, okay? You can go nuts when you come out, Papa will take care of you.

Peter chuckled, the soft laugher making his belly quiver beneath Tony’s touch.

“You say that now, but remember when Morgan came? You were a mess,” Peter teased him gently.

Tony kindly didn't mention that they had both been a mess as new parents but they had eventually found their way, hadn't they?

Morgan, being a great kid, was evidence of that.

Tony settled behind his mate, spooning against him so he could continue petting the soft skin of Peter's belly.

“I’m a pro now,” Tony protested quietly. “And I'm sure Benny will be a little angel.”

“Mhmm…” Peter murmured, already slipping into sleep. Tony nuzzled in close, kissing the spot right behind his mate’s ear.

He fell asleep to the sound of his mate’s purring, feeling content with his lot in life.

[oharamwah]

what about talking to miguel but only with ur eyes like before he makes a decision he looks at his Fem Spidey S/o and is looking at Reader and is like "u agree with this honey?" And she nods and takes an extended blink to give her approval? And they don't say a thing it's just eye contact! I just think it'd be so cute!! Plis write some headcannons or a drabble I'd really appreciate it! 😭🙏

ଓ — shy and naïve miguel can’t think for himself when he’s overworked.

boyfriend!miguel x fem spidey!reader

contents : early days of spider society, like PRE gabi… miguel dealing with exhaustion + anxiety.

i’m not sure if this is exactly what anon wanted? but i hope you angels like this one as much as i do !!!

august 15th - to be edited

© oharamwah, please do not steal my work

miguel always been one to work til he drops, that’s something that everyone knows. giving up never was and never will be an option for him, although it took him a while to gain such security within himself.

if there’s one person who miguel isn’t ashamed of asking for help from, it’s you, his long term girlfriend. you were dating long before you both became spider.. people. he doesn’t just love you. he trusts your judgement, and trust is a big thing for him. he’s never relied on somebody else’s opinion so much to the point where he’d found himself glancing at them for approval during meetings, yet there you were. sitting cutely in your self designed spidersuit with your legs criss-cross-applesauce as your head tilted while listening to miguel among your other spider-colleagues.

he was extra uncoordinated this morning, feeling a bit nervous as he proposed an idea that had never been attempted before. he was even more unable to concentrate with the lack of sleep and all. this didn’t go unnoticed either, practically everyone in the room looked at him with knitted brows as he placed ums and erms between every sentence. he felt himself growing insecure. his hesitance and exhaustion was showing and it made him feel weak, afraid of never having anyone’s respect. nothing felt right except for looking at you.

you being the only person who wasn’t throwing him a weird stare, sitting comfortably on the chair closest to his.

you who’s lips were pursed together into a flat little smile, one that miguel finds comfort in whenever he comes back from a particularly tiring fight. and your eyes, they were so kind, relaxed. you were listening patiently.

he stuttered the last sentence of his plans, but with a clearing of his throat he concluded his presentation and waited for feedback. well.. mostly your feedback.

his eyes saw nothing else but you, waiting for you to throw him one of your sweet little nods. you weren’t stupid, you knew this. you knew he was feeling a bit stumped that day. and to ensure he wasn’t embarrassed any further, you didn’t say anything. all you did was shut your eyes for a little over a second, slightly scrunching your nose and keeping that smile plastered on your face.

and to top it off, he felt your fingertip gently tapping on his knee before your whole hand was cupped around it, softly squeezing it but just tight enough for him to feel the warmth it emitted.

suddenly the man before you was back to his old self. growing confident in his words, confident that his ideas were logical, ethical. the tired and unsure miguel regained security of himself once again.

##

bonus bit : ♡

by the end of the meeting, everyone else had left the room, immediately forgetting everything miguel said and chatting away with each other. you remained planted in your seat as your eyes fixated on his shoulders. he was standing in front of a whiteboard with his arms crossed and one knee bent, the adjacent foot tapping a steady beat.

“i thought your idea was great, papi.” you said, finally getting up from your seat to place a hand on his shoulder. you could tell he was tense, still a bit upset about the outcome of the meeting.

“i’m not very good at expressing myself.” he said softly.

“you are,” you replied, rubbing up and down on his biceps, “you just need to be more confident miguel. you’re incredible and you know it, they just have to be able to hear it from the back of the room.” you said.

all he could do was turn his head slightly to look at you, and copy paste your signature pursed lip smile. he furrowed his brows tenderly, appreciating your comfort but unable to say it out loud. you knew, though, so you just smiled back.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is dating Le Sserafim's Kazuha

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope my friend Thira_Harris who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I want to request can you do where y/n is dating le sserafim kazuha and the members were a little shock( especially j-line) as they still think y/n as a kid and they saw le sserafim members babying y/n especially kazuha. They approve of kazuha after seeing her take care of y/n. Thank u

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N had always been the baby of the group, the youngest member of TWICE by a significant amount. Even though she had grown up in the public eye, she still carried an air of innocence and youth that endeared her to fans and her fellow members alike. So, when news broke that she was dating Kazuha from the internationally renowned girl group LE SSERAFIM, it was met with both surprise and curiosity.

The news hit the K-pop world like a bombshell. Y/N and Kazuha's relationship had been a well-guarded secret, known only to a select few in their inner circles (Not their groups though, they were afraid to come out). But somehow, the paparazzi had caught wind of their romance, and before they knew it, the story was splashed across every entertainment news outlet in South Korea.

In the cosy living room of TWICE's dorm, the members gathered to discuss the shocking news. Nayeon, as mom number 2, had called the emergency meeting as soon as she'd heard about it.

Nayeon - So, our baby is dating Kazuha...

Nayeon spoke with a mixture of surprise and amusement as she glanced around the room, taking in the expressions of her fellow members. 

Nayeon - Who would've thought? 

Dahyun, the group's resident mood-maker (our tofu), grinned widely. 

Dahyun - I always knew our cutie pie would grow up someday! And to think she's dating someone as cool as Kazuha. That's amazing!

Jeongyeon (mom number 3) chuckled. 

Jeongyeon - It's about time she started dating. She's not a kid anymore.

But not everyone in the room shared their enthusiasm. Momo, Mina, and Sana, collectively known as the J-line, exchanged worried glances. They had always seen Y/N as their adorable little sister, even though she was only a few years younger than them. The thought of her dating someone famous and seemingly mature like Kazuha was a bit hard to digest.

Sana voiced their concerns. 

Sana - I mean, it's great that Y/N is happy and all, but isn't Kazuha, like, super sophisticated? Our angel is still so innocent. I hope she doesn't get hurt.

Mina nodded in agreement. 

Mina - Yeah, and you know how protective LE SSERAFIM's members are of Kazuha. I can't imagine what they'd do if they found out she's dating our Y/N.

Momo soon added. 

Momo - I've seen pictures of Kazuha taking care of Y/N like she's a little kid. What if she's just playing with her emotions?

Nayeon tried to ease their concerns. 

Nayeon - Come on, guys, we don't know the full story. Y/N is a smart girl, we did raise her well. She wouldn't date someone who's not good for her.

As the days went by, the news of Y/N and Kazuha's relationship continued to make headlines. Paparazzi followed them everywhere, trying to get a glimpse of the couple. But Y/N and Kazuha handled it with grace and composure, always smiling for the cameras.

One evening, the J-line decided to visit TWICE's honey in her new apartment to check up on her. They found her sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone and wearing a contented smile.

Sana couldn't help but tease her. 

Sana - So, darling, how's it going with Kazuha? Are you two, like, madly in love or something?

Y/N blushed and nodded. 

Y/N - Yeah, unnie. We're really happy together. Kazuha is amazing, you know!

Mina looked concerned. 

Mina - But, my love, are you sure about this? She's so different from us. We're worried she might not understand you completely.

Y/N appreciated their concern but couldn't help but feel defensive. 

Y/N - She does understand me, maybe even better than you guys. She's seen a different side of me that you haven't.

Momo after some time finally asked something they really wanted to know. 

Momo - What about the rest of LE SSERAFIM? Are they okay with this? 

Y/N - They don't know yet. Kazuha and I wanted to keep it private until we were sure about us. *sighing*

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She knew that special knock, it was Kazuha. She quickly got up and answered the door with a beaming smile.

Kazuha entered the apartment, her aura oozing confidence and sophistication. She looked stunning, as always, in a designer outfit. Y/N's heart swelled with pride as she introduced her to the J-line.

Y/N - Unnies, this is Kazuha. Kazuha, these are my older sisters, Sana, Mina, and Momo.

Kazuha greeted them with a polite smile and a slight bow. 

Kazuha - It's a pleasure to meet you all. Y/N has told me so much about you.

The J-line exchanged surprised glances. Kazuha's demeanour was far more refined than they had expected. Maybe she wasn't as unapproachable as they had feared.

Momo, always the boldest, decided to get to the bottom of things. 

Momo - So, Kazuha, how did you and our youngest meet?

Kazuha's eyes softened as she looked at her girl. 

Kazuha - We met at a charity event. Y/N was volunteering, and I was performing. She caught my eye, and we started talking. It just clicked from there.

Sana, still sceptical, asked another question. (interrogation mode: on)

Sana - And what do you like about Y/N?

Kazuha didn't hesitate. 

Kazuha - I love her kindness, her passion for music, and her dedication to her group and fans. She's an incredible person, and I feel lucky to have her in my life.

Mina couldn't help but smile.

Mina - Well, she's lucky to have you too, it seems.

As the evening wore on, the J-line began to see a different side of Y/N and Kazuha's relationship. They were playful with each other, sharing inside jokes and laughter. Kazuha, far from babying Y/N, treated her as an equal partner in their relationship.

Before they left, Sana spoke up. 

Sana - I have to admit, Kazuha, I was worried at first. But seeing how happy you make our dongsang, I can't help but approve.

Mina and Momo nodded in agreement. 

Mina - Yeah, you two are great together!

Kazuha smiled warmly. 

Kazuha - Thank you, unnies. I promise I'll take good care of Y/N.

With that, they said their goodbyes, leaving Y/N and Kazuha alone in the apartment. Y/N turned to Kazuha, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

Y/N - They really like you, Kazuha. I'm so glad!!

Kazuha pulled her into a gentle hug. 

Kazuha - I like them too, sweetheart. And I'm glad they see how much I care about you.

As weeks turned into months, Y/N's relationship with Kazuha continued to flourish. The J-line, initially worried about their precious little sister, now fully supported the relationship as the rest of the group met the girl and made sure that she had good intentions, finally giving their seal of approval too. The moms, especially Jihyo, had to take some time for themselves to understand that their kid had grown up and they couldn't do anything more than be there for her. They had come to realize that love had no boundaries, and Kazuha was the perfect match for their beloved maknae. And this made them all think: 

We love our dear family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[rayroseu]

💚 Malenoa and Levan FanDesign Notes

okayyyy 4th post of me manifesting a reveal of Malleus DNA 😂🙏✨✨

this is based mostly on crowley is levan theory

• • • these are just mainly doodles and rambles ‼️

im. so. so. desperate for more dragons in this game. i hope u guys know that akdjkaksks cuz like,,,,, why did Levan had that eastern dragon title if he aint that....😭😭 I want it bcs its a nice reference to Halloween event!!!🐉💚✨✨

You know!! Like how Halloween event signifies Levan and GloMas signifies Malenoa (i think in terms of their clothing?) and those two events focused GREATLY on Malleus' character ✨✨

( this is my sketch design of him--- i wanted to draw Levan in the halloween costume ✨✨)

I'm really fine with Crowley being Malleus' dad😂 (convinced myself to just cope with it if it came true 😂💥)

as long as the story doesn't write it off as like a silly thing or he's written off as a jerk who left Malenoa for milk (which is most of the memes correlating for this theory lol)

(i doubt TWST will write it off like this they will twist it very tragically for sure 😭 all for their best marketing boy Malleus yk✨‼️)

But uh, Princess Malenoa wouldnt actually fall for some himbo like Crowley right... KJDKAJS

PLUS YOURE TELLING ME CROWLEY USED TO BE A

1. FUTURE KING

2. HE GOT THE APPROVAL OF LILIA??? TO MARRY MALENOA???

3. THE APPROVAL AND SUPPORT OF THE FAE NOBLES AND COMMON FAES TO MARRY THEIR BELOVED PRINCESS

4. THE APPROVAL OF QUEEN MALEFICIA TO HAVE HER DAUGHTER⁉️⁉️

so being normal WAS an option dire crowley😭 what went down bird principal 💥💥

—

(i think Malleus got his expressions from Levan hehe and also his empathetic side who wants to connect with others)

Also realizing that if Crowley is ever a dragon then his masking is on point because the crow mask covers his potential dragon scales and the silly hat can cover his horns lol

and if he's ever truly Malleus' father, i hope he has a tragic/good reason why he let him overblot and the best he could do before malleus snapped was order the students --who are obviously inferior to Mal-- to stop and fight him😂😭💥‼️

—

I realised that since Princess Malenoa is their leader in military, there's a chance that she was also in charge of designing Land of Briar's military gear--

Plus!! We know Malleus designs clothes for Groom Lilia!!

So, that means she's the one who dressed up Lilia's general garments? 🥺✨

Thus, the design I thought of her is like a mixture of Malleus' Masquerade Outfit and Lilia's General Outfit ‼️✨

I put roses on her horns bcs I love the thought she's connected to roses-- its more like a decoration on her headpiece, kinda like what Maleficent wears in the live action.

I think Maleficia and Malenoa are more welcoming in displaying their draconic features rather than hiding it like Malleus. Because that's what you really do as a dragon fae and its more comfortable✨✨‼️

also bcs i think Malleus scales are so pretty (only for him to hide it behind his bangs💔💔💔) like honey... why are you hiding them aaaa (bcs he doesnt want to look more scary right...) 😭 I still hope he actually transforms into a dragon, i dont care if hes going to be so overpowered that we'll need 20 turns to empty out his HP‼️💥💥

I desperately wish Malenoa and Levan are sweetly in love because when the scene comes where both of them perishes its going to hurt real good in my heart knowing they wouldve been the sweetest parents for malleus 🥲😭💔

[inkluvs]

mid july — while driving home after a date,  they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex with eddie!! absolutely reeeellling over this idea

a minute too long

hehe ok this is roma req 4/4 i hope u like this babe &lt;;3 tw: smut (18+) ; handjob ; pet names ; (0.3k)

eddie munson x fem!reader

summer celly // masterlist // taglist

There’s a nerve under Eddie’s eye, twitching in tandem with the quiet tick of the blinker. It seems to become more prominent every time you hike your hand up his thigh, his pupils dilating as he does the same to you, the heel of his palm still on the steering wheel.

“Honey.” His voice is whiney. Desperate. “S’only a minute till we’re home.”

A minute too long.

You’re both thinking about it. Which is why it didn’t surprise you when Eddie pulls into a parking lot, turning to you as soon as he parks the car.

“Thought we were almost home.” You tease. His cheeks split in a grin.

“We were.” He replies, pulling off his shirt and tousling his hair along with it.

Eddie’s thumb slips underneath the hem of your blouse, looking for your approval before slipping it off of you, cold air hitting your bare skin. His attention is immediately drawn to your chest, his thumb grazing over your nipple and coaxing a hitch in your breath.

“You liked that hm?” His tongue smooths over the bud, teeth barely grazing you, pinching the other between his middle and marriage fingers as he looks for your approval. “This good?”

“Shit,” you whine, nodding. “Eddie?”

He hums, pressing his lips to your sternum. You press your palm to the prominent bulge in his jeans, dark fabric stained just a bit darker where his precums leaked through. He exhales harshly.

“Take me out then.” His voice is rough. Strained with lust and the need to hold himself back. Your goal is to get rid of the latter.

You do, quicker than you think you will really. As soon as your skin makes contact with his Eddie’s noises become incoherent. Pretty whines, all high and breathy. His lips meet yours suddenly and you swallow his moans, your hand working up and down his cock as you do so, pausing at the telltale twitch of the shaft to let him spill into your hand.

Your tongue presses flat against your palm, tasting him as he sinks down in front of you, now eye level with your panties.

“Your turn huh honey?”

[monstress]

s4e3 succession thoughts

already knew logan was gonna eat it when i pressed play since all the big logan trailer moments has been shown in the first 2 eps

still kinda uhhhh when the phonecall happened tho. anyways

logan ruining roman's relationship with gerri (even more), the only other person who he seeks approval from, before he leaves the mortal coil is very appropriate

connor doesn't deserve willa what the hell...happy for those crazy kids though. the wedding still happening with only willa's family (?) with no press (since logan is dead anyways so what's connor's clout?) was oddly bittersweet. connor is free - he's an orphan.

the loony cake. god the connor lore this season....HE NEVER EVEN LIKED ME

not roman saying all that to greg with the female journalist with the nicholas braun news happening in the past week. yikes

roman thinking his voicemail was what killed logan. honestly on behalf of roman, i hope it did.

sooo many great sibling scenes this eps. 'shivy honey', holding hands before breaking the news to connor, roman reaching out to connor, them talking over later their first reaction to the news, THE HUGGGG

shiv going "i sorta was hoping it was mom." i was stunned

frank carefully stepping over logan's body to go to the front of the plane

the callbacks to the first eps of kendall scrambling to get the best personnel for his father

tbh karl continues to be a delight this eps "chuckles the clown"

don't know how people are confused on who leaked abt logan's health to the press. greg or geri? it's occam's razor lads - it was greg like duh that's why they emphasized that he was chatting up a journalist

kerry and colin leaving together bc they are now superfluous to the show going forward

honestly it's just poetic that logan died in a private plane with the only family ard him is his ex-son-in-law

the way u can SEE the kids slowly taking in logan's viciousness

the eps managed to make me feel exhausted and hollow by the end. the choice of making it real time was genius.

did roman saw logan's back that were marked by scars? will the kids never know?

i can't forgive you. but it's okay. i love you. like ---- god what a perfect line.

it's abt if there was unconditional love. and there was.

[katyazvonkovna]

my positive affirmation today: i'm single and loving it 🫶🏼 defs happy i got out of a toxic and negative relationship. i don't have time for bullshit, i love myself and the progress i've been making too much to let an insecure, rude, jealous, irresponsible, codependent, addicted person always try to put me down but can't apologize when they hurt me. always trying to blame me, make me the scape goat, constantly harping on the past, im always doing something wrong and having to apologize to them, be accused of cheating when i've been nothing but faithful, trying to treat me like im a liar and a whore and a piece of shit. but when i put my foot down and create a boundary it's "fuck you, i'll apologize when you do (a,b,c,d) fuck you too. bye!! 😂guess u can't handle a strong woman trying to better her life bc you are still stuck in your own problems.i'm happy with myself i don't need approval from someone who constantly puts me down and says they love me but honey actions speak louder than words. 🤷‍♀️. but i hope you get better and get sober and lead a happy life. i want to see you eat, just not at my table 🙏

OH also bc you lied to me, tried to confuse me & blame me after you disrespected me and my loved ones, went behind my back, always trying to catch me doing something wrong, using my social media pretending to be me and ask MY friends for $$ under false pretenses. THEN when i call u out u act like u did nothing wrong. what bitch?? weird as shit yo. try to accuse me of stealing from ur mom and lie and say u found me on a porn site???. but when i ask the details u have absolutely nothing to back it up. ok!! 😂😂 can't believe i wanted to marry and have a baby with u!!

[zyonsay]

Max mole kisser here..could u write the same for oscar (male reader )😼😼 a lil suggestive perhaps

Even more kisses OP81

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Kissing Os' moles

Reader: Male

Warnings: Suggestive, Oscar in the wild, i KNOW this man whimpers and whines

Now playing: 'Video Games' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there anon! Sorry for taking so incredibly long, but as already stated in my pinned post, i was quite busy with shopping and spending time with my horse. I fucking love my horse. <3

Anyways, this is short but i hope you enjoy!

A sweet, yet flustered smile adorned Oscar’s face. You were quietly mumbling numbers while kissing his neck and collarbone area.

…14, 15, 16…

This was an intimate, relaxing moment for the both of you, the bed was warm and the atmosphere cozy. While gazing at Oscar, your eyes had landed on the many moles sprinkled across his body. “Can I count them?”, he looked perplexed, not knowing what you meant. “The moles.”, his cheeks reddened lightly, and he could only smile at your request. A light hum of approval left him as you leaned in to press a kiss to a mole on his jaw. Of course, he didn’t complain about your velvet kisses on him, but he couldn’t help but wonder “So you’ll be kissing all of them?”

Oscar was panting heavily, his hands tangled in your hair and his t shirt pulled up so you could kiss his abs. Your ‘counting’ has turned into sweet blackberry hickeys and occasional bites. Your boyfriends’ whines sounded weak, and his legs were trembling with excitement. His sweatpants were in your way, so you lightly tugged them downwards, exposing more of Oscar’s beautiful pale skin- and with that many unkissed moles. Leaning down again, you pressed many sweet pecks on his body. “Please...”, a certain someone whined quietly, so quiet that it could’ve just been carried away by a gust of wind. “What?”, your head stayed low, still nipping at Oscar’s skin. Another whine rung trough the air before he could collect his words “I need you.”, his tone was so sweet, you could’ve felt the honey dripping from it.

Humming softly, you carefully pulled your boyfriends sweats further down, exposing his underwear, which had a slightly wet spot on them.

“You’re enjoying this Os.”

[brucewaynehomeforangrychildren]

babs doesn’t babysit children... she teaches them how to hack into government databases