#i love them looking happy and playful during sexy times but i was originally gonna go with a more intense vibe

[fereldanwench]

how do you want me?

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[nbrook29]

robbe 1️⃣8️⃣

Warning: This is smutty, proceed with caution if it’s not your jam ;)

ao3

If anybody asked Robbe, bad weather in the summer should be illegal. Because what the hell? He needs sun rays and blue sky like he needs oxygen, he wants 30+ degrees temperatures and not a single cloud above, and he always welcomes it with all the small inconveniences it brings along, like clammy skin mere minutes after showering or freckles covering his nose and arms. So when it’s August and it’s raining, sorry, pouring buckets, sue him if he turns into a whiny mess for a bit. That’s just who he is.

Or, that’s who he was. Because right now, lying on a soft cloud-like throw blanket in a not-his t-shirt and sweatpants, head a mess of wild damp curls, fuzzy socks on his feet tangled with another pair, he’s feeling pretty good.

Even though the original scenario for his birthday was supposed to be different.

It all started at 12:00 am sharp with a dorky text from Sander because of course it did.

Sander: Hey there you sexy thing

Heard you're legal now 👅 

Robbe: Omg sander 🙈 

Sander: Yes, that's what you'll be screaming today during our own little celebration 😈

 Robbe almost spat out the water he was drinking, face burning hot as he tried to assess whether anybody was paying him any attention.

 Robbe: SHSHDHSHSJSJS STOP 

Sander: I'll do that thing you like 😏👅 

Robbe: IM WITH MY PARENTS DICKHEAD 

Sander: Am I bothering you cutie? 😏 

Robbe: Yessssss 😩 my face is all red they're gonna know what's up 

Sander: I think *I* know what is up 😏🍆 

Robbe: 🤣 GO COOL OFF 

Sander: Hehe

No but for real now

Happy birthday! 🥰🥳😘❤🎂

I love you SO much ❤❤❤💯 

Robbe: Thank youuuu baby 😊😘 

Sander: Can't believe you're an adult *wipes a tear*

You'll always be my baby tho ❤ 

Robbe: Haha yes ❤❤ 

Sander: I'll be waiting for you at 4 pm 

Robbe: But where?? 

Sander: 😌 

Robbe: Sanderrr tell me 

Sander: Nope 

Goodnight 😌

 Sander absolutely loves to tease him and keep him at the edge of the seat which is why he told him the place only half an hour before their meeting, for which Robbe intended to tell him off. That is until he actually got to Park Spoor Noord and saw his boyfriend lounging on grass, blanket underneath him, surrounded by Robbe’s favorite food and wearing the most charming smile as soon as their eyes met.

And he got him a sunflower. A sunflower. How cute is that?

Needless to say, there was no telling off, Robbe didn’t exactly find time for it between kisses and laughs and Sander feeding him croques and fries and cupcakes (which Sander baked and decorated himself, swearing for dear life the small thingies made from frosting on top were not dicks, but Robbe knows him too well to believe him).

And then all hell broke loose and the storm that had been loudly talked about in the media came to Antwerp and made a puddle out of the two of them.

They looked really miserable, but somehow Robbe couldn’t care less as they were running to Sander’s house holding hands, water in their shoes, the sunflower cradled carefully underneath his shirt, huge smiles on their faces as they finally got there, tripping in their haste to get inside.

The hot shower that followed next and Sander taking the lead oh so well will definitely rank in the top 5 moments of Robbe’s life. He’s very grateful Sander’s parents are on holiday in London because he’s not sure he’d ever be able to look them in the eyes otherwise.

Afterwards, Sander made them ice coffee and handed Robbe his real gift which turned out to be a long weekend in Paris a week from now, shutting him up with a kiss when Robbe was about to protest and complain about it being too expensive.

Since the concert they were supposed to go to was canceled due to poor weather conditions, they resorted to eating cake in Sander’s bed and watching the show Robbe had been talking about for weeks now. Sander, being the thoughtful and amazing boyfriend that he is, graciously agreed to Robbe’s birthday wish and sat him down between his legs, kissed the side of his face, brought his laptop closer and pressed play, as Robbe made himself comfy in his arms, the smile that originated at midnight not slipping off even for a second.

***

Another thunder strikes the night sky and Robbe jumps involuntarily, only a little, more from shock than actual fear, but it doesn’t stop Sander from tightening his arms around him, lips grazing delicately the lobe of his ear.

“Don’t worry, Robin, I will protect you,” he whispers with a teasing note in his voice, grunting when a well-aimed elbow meets his side.

“Shut up, I’m not scared.”

Sander’s only reply is a low chuckle and a kiss on that sweet spot under Robbe’s ear that never fails to send a shiver down his spine. Without barely having to move at all considering how close they are, he tilts his head and noses along Sander’s defined jaw, leaving a peck or two on his cheek.

“Now shush, I can’t focus.” He unceremoniously turns away from Sander’s searching lips, a sly grin on his face when he hears an affronted huff.

“Oh I see how it is, you-”

“Shhhh, Wille is talking.”

Robbe loves to be a little shit sometimes, especially if he wants to get a certain reaction from his huffy other half.

“Look how cute he is.” He has to press his lips hard to keep the giggle in when Sander whines in protest.

“Stoooop, why are you being mean to me.” He now has a full-blown pout on his face. “Jerk.”

The laughter finally comes out and Robbe pauses the show, cooing at Sander’s little frowny face and brushing the runaway strands away from his forehead, leaning up to press a kiss there too.

“It’s okay, I still think you’re the cutest prince in the entire kingdom.” He runs a thumb over his jutting lower lip, kissing it once, twice, three times, until the corners of Sander’s mouth pull up.

“Whatever. Simon is cuter than the other one anyway.”

Robbe grins cheekily. “You just think that because he has curly hair like me.” Sander’s jaw drops at that.

“Wow,” he exclaims, voice faux-scandalous as he shakes his head at Robbe. “Someone’s cocky today.” 

“It’s my birthday so it’s allowed.” Winking at him obnoxiously, he turns back to the screen, hands reaching for Sander’s arms to wrap them around himself again as he settles in his embrace with a content sigh before pressing play.

Sander’s quiet behind him for a second, and then his lips touch his ear again, tongue slightly peeking out to play and lick the shell of his ear with just the tip, hot air hitting Robbe’s skin turning his insides into mush, butchering his focus again just as Sander purrs, “I think it’s hot when you’re like that.”

There’s something important happening on screen, but Robbe can’t make any sense of the subtitles because Sander’s lips continue their path down the column of his throat, stopping for a second to suck a kiss in the middle, killing any rational thought Robbe might have had. His hand rushes to Sander’s head to keep him there without his permission, eyes closing as he sighs when the kiss turns into licks and nips to the thin skin.

“Do you think he could kiss you and touch you like that?”

The question breaks the fog in Robbe’s brain for a second, and he barks a laugh at the slight possessiveness in Sander’s voice that’s poorly hidden under a joking tone. 

“Like what?” He presses, excitement bubbling in his stomach when one of Sander’s hands sneaks underneath his t-shirt, fingers grazing the skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake as they finally reach the place Robbe needs them most. 

“Like that.” He flicks his nipple with those black-polish covered nails of his that make him look so hot Robbe’s head spins. “For starters.” He keeps it up, tugging and pinching unhurriedly, with a dirty smirk growing on his face that Robbe can just feel on his collarbone, and he pulls on his hair as he arches his back a little, seeking more of those skillful fingers.

With his hooded eyes, he can see Sander closing the laptop and putting it away quickly before his other hand joins in the fun, a featherlight touch to the growing bulge in his sweatpants, nothing more than teasing for now.

When Sander’s teeth tug at his earring, Robbe lets out a frustrated whine because it’s too much and not enough at the same time, and his boyfriend reads him like a book because he pulls the t-shirt off him to gain full access, mouth latching on his neglected nipple just as his hand dives inside his pants. It doesn’t grant him any relief though, bypassing his dick completely and traveling lower, caressing the soft skin, one finger running back and forth without reaching any further, and Robbe grabs Sander’s thigh in desperation.

“Sander...”

“You didn’t answer me,” Sander whispers in a sweet sweet voice.

“Whaa?” It takes a second for Robbe to understand what he’s asking and he would laugh if his body wasn’t on fire, Sander playing him like a violin.

Also, this playful possessiveness is getting to him, whether he likes it or not.

He does though. Like it.

Oh fuck, he likes it so much.

“Tell me, baby,” Sander breathes into his mouth as he reaches for something Robbe doesn’t see, and he can hear in his voice how it affects him too, can feel him against his lower back, rubbing himself off with minuscule moves, clearly struggling to hold back. 

“You, just you-, fuuuuck,” Robbe’s cut off when two lubed fingers press inside him at the confession, back arching slightly, the feeling so intense he keens and searches blindly for Sander’s lips. Thankfully, Sander doesn’t waste any time and plunges his tongue inside his mouth, swallowing the little whines that escape them with each twist of his fingers.

The rocking behind him gets faster and this is not how Robbe wants this to end so he breaks the kiss, ignoring Sander’s protests as he pulls away from him, only to pull his pants off completely, green eyes following his every move like he’s ready to pounce, and the need inside Robbe’s stomach only grows. He tugs impatiently at Sander’s sweatpants, biting his lip when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, the smirk dancing on Sander’s lips at his reaction liquefying his insides and he crawls closer to him, needing his touch to ground him. 

“You’re still good to go?” He loves how even when it’s hot and heavy Sander still remembers to check in with him.

“Uh-huh,” is the only thing he can come up with now, especially when Sander’s hand settles on his hip bringing them so close there’s no space left between them, guiding his movements just like Robbe likes. He kisses his glistening neck, licking the sweat of his body as Robbe reaches behind to position his slick cock at his entrance, forehead resting against Sander’s as he sinks down fast.

He gasps at the feeling of fullness because it’s always a lot, but Sander’s hands are always there, brushing his sides in a comforting motion, even when his own body is probably screaming at him to move.

“Happy birthday to me,” Robbe lets out a shaky chuckle that ends up in a gasp when Sander laughs too and involuntarily moves inside him. He’s quick to lick into his lips and distract him from the momentary discomfort, and once he’s done with him, the overwhelming need is back double force. 

Sander notices right away, guiding Robbe’s hips to keep grinding for a while before planting his feet on the bed and holding them in place giving several hard jabs that make Robbe hide his face in his neck, cries leaving his mouth with each thrust.

“Like that?”

Robbe just nods helplessly, mouth leaving a wet trail on his skin, but Sander doesn’t seem to mind because he continues his pace, completely taking over once Robbe’s thighs give out and turning him into a mess.

“You’re so hot like this, fuck.” The strain in Sander’s voice tells him he’s getting close so he goes back to bouncing, meeting him in the middle, and it only takes a minute for things to become too much, Sander’s uncoordinated jerks when he’s coming triggering Robbe’s orgasm too.

They stay like that, cooling off while kissing lazily, tongues sliding against each other, but without a rush for now.

Sander pulls back first, their lips smacking when they disconnect. "I'm sorry today didn't work out." Scrunching up his face, he reaches to comb through Robbe's hair consolingly. He leans into the touch before cuddling even closer, seeking warmth when the cold air makes goosebumps appear on his heated skin.

"But I loved today, really. We can go to a concert another time." He kisses the underside of his jaw, sighing dreamily. "And I can't wait for Paris with you."

[mrsgaryrennell]

Random Question Tag #2

I’m Latina so it’s expected of me to arrive late to anything 💀 gorgeous @ariendiel​​ tagged me 🥺 I’m so sorry sis, I didn’t get a chance to do this until now 😭 

1. Tim or Bobby? 

Tim lol I’m sorry guys. I think Tim is superior 😬

2. Choose two Islanders (from any season) to be quarantined with, and why? 

Talia and Priya, my two queens 😌 I know it’d be super fun and have girls night all the time haha 

3. How/when did you discover the game? 

Noel Miller on June 2019 🤡 

4. If you could rewrite a scene, what scene would you rewrite? 

Omg 💀there’s so many haha Hmm, I’d say re-writing the mean tweets lol So instead of revealing the Lottie/Gary kiss, it would reveal the MC/Gary kiss. Show Lottie that Gary still interested in MC 💅🏼I hate how they played it out to be a secret but it was never revealed 😑 

5. Favourite challenge? 

I wasn’t really fond of the challenges lmao but if I had to choose one, it’d be the baby challenge 🥺it was so cute 

6. If you could put/ship two Islanders together, who would you put together and why?

Ooooh I like this question lol and I’ve thought about it haha I’d put Lucas and Priya together. I think they’d get each other a lot with their ambitions and they look hot af together too 🥵 

I also think that Chelsea and Henrik would make a great couple tbh They’re both so sweet and adorable. I can see Henrik really trying his best to make Chelsea happy by doing anything she wants to do lol 💛💛

7. Describe your ideal S3 LI. 

Pedro Pascal lol I would love a suave Latino LI okay I know he’d be a heartthrob 🥴

Fusebox better make Dicky into a LI otherwise Imma cry 

8. New or old Hannah? 

You really making me choose between the two huh lol ugh alright. Um, old!Hannah Montana was tolerable I guess. I still think she was annoying whether she’s the old or new Hannah 🙄

9. Who was dumped too soon? 

I think Lurik was dumped too soon, along with Priya. I think they should’ve stayed longer and it was a missed opportunity to really dive into the character’s growth. 

10. Jakub or Felix? 

Hah, wow. Y’all really be testing my answers here lol I would choose Felix 🤢but I wouldn’t tolerate him for that long 😂

11. Henrik or Lucas? 

Agh this question is kinda hard to answer. So I am physically more attracted to Lucas. He’s very handsome but his personality is not for me. He seems too stern and serious lol Just overall, his personality is a turn off for me 🤷🏻‍♀️

And with Henrik, I’m not totally into his physical appearance but I LOVE his personality lol He’s def a sweetheart, super chill, and funny. Knowing me, I do go for personality more haha so I’d choose Henrik 💛

12. Jo or Hope? 

Easy. I’d go for Jo. A lot of people don’t like her and I’ll be honest, I don’t think she’s all that bad 👀people def gonna come for me haha I know a lot of them don’t like Jo fsr

13. Lottie or Priya? 

Come on now lol Priya 💯She will always have my loyalty. She was the first girl there never judged MC’s interest for any guy in the villa. Lottie can shove her hypocrite girl code bs up her ass 

14. What originally drew you to your LI? 

So, I think a lot of people are not gonna believe me when I say that I wasn’t totally attracted to Gary physically at the beginning. I didn’t have MC couple up with him at the beginning 💀But his personality, being a total softie, and being family-oriented turned me into a Gary stan 😭😭😭🤧 

15. Favourite LI of all time (both seasons)? 

I was never attached to the S1 characters tbh But my biased ass is gonna say that Gary is truly the best LI of both seasons. You literally get a little bit of everything with him. You get a bit of a slow burn if you think about it. He knows he’s into MC but he’s still trying to let go of his lad ways of life lol Until CA hits, he’s determined to pursue MC. I do believe that out of all LI’s, Gary’s the one that falls the hardest for MC. Just the gem scenes alone really show how mesmerized he is of her 😭But yeah, you get drama, romance, funny scenes with Gary, extreme fluff, his backstory, sexy and playful gems scenes. It’s a great route 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

16. Favourite scene/day? 

Idk why but I loved the day MC and Gary got to meet the fam 🥺🥺🥺Same day he also asked her to be his girlfriend. Such as wholesome day tbh, I love it! 

17. Who had the best character development? 

Again, my biased ass haha I think Gary has the best character development, hands down. How he opened up about his mental health to MC like I wasn’t expecting that from FB so I love them for giving our Garebear that in-depth backstory about having bullies as a child, his dad leaving, and having body image issues. Just like, omg 😭At first sight, he just looks like a very confident man but underneath all that, there’s heavy layers 🤧

18. One thing that irked you about the game?

Hah, Lottie. I hate that whenever Lottie criticized MC, MC couldn’t say shit. She couldn’t clap back and MC looked like a rag in the villa. I wish MC had the opportunity to put her in her place, especially during the Gary route. We sort of got that when R!Hannah came over but I just felt like it wasn’t enough 🙄I just wanted MC to tell everyone’s truths at some point 

19. Season 1 reunion or Season 2 wedding? 

I think S2 wedding was better but it’s still not that great lol 

20. Describe domestic life or a head-canon about/with your LI. 

After the show, Gary took MC to meet his nan 🥺And Gary’s family loves MC to death. They def moved in together lol MC and Gary argue about him not picking up after himself cuz he’s a slob 😂I also think MC teaches Gary how to cook because she ain’t gonna be doing everything around haha 

21. Guess some of the Islanders surnames? 

Girl, idk lol I’m not good at any of that. 

I seriously don’t know who to tag lmao anyone is free to do it 😌 It was a lot of fun! 

[nekoannie-chan]

The Mister…accident

Pairing: Steve X Reader.

Word count: 621 words.

Summary: Valentine's Day is approaching, but a mission will make some things change.

Warnings: some smut references, nothing explicit.

A/N: My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English, if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

This is my entry to the @sherrybaby14 ‘s Cutthroat Writing Challenge with the prompt:

“Valentine’s Dinner with Steve Rogers”

My sabotage one was: Steve has to refer to every item he sees as “Mr.”

My sabotage two was: At least 20 lines of dialogue.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Valentine’s Day was close, you and Steve have plans to celebrate the day, but five days before he has to go to an emergency mission, he promised you to return in time to celebrate according to your plans.

 “Are you okay? You look worried”, Natasha asked you.

 “Yeah, I’m perfect, just...Steve and I have plans for Valentine’s, but I don’t think he can back on time”, you answered.

 “He’ll do it”, she told.

 “I just worried about him,” you replied.

 “So what are your plans?” she questioned.

 “A dinner”, you said,

 “Ah...a special night “, her voice sounds playful and it suggests something different to the real plans.

 “No...It isn´t what do you think”.

“Come on Y/N, you two are dating nearly a year, I think it’s time to something...kinky”.

 She left the room, you were totally flustering, Steve and you don’t give that step yet, even you never talk about that.

 During the time he was in the mission, you felt nervous and you have a bad feeling. Two days after, the team returned, but Steve was several injuries and unconscious, none knows exactly the damage.

 A day and a half later he woke up, you were there, you never get away by his side in all the time

 “My love, you finally awake,” you said softly.

 You were afraid of losing him or he’d never awake.

 “Hey, babe, could you give a Mr. glass of water, please?” he asked you.

 “Mr. glass?” you asked intrigued.

 You gave him what he asks, then you went to the rest to tell about that Steve was wake up.

 “Steve’s awake, just...he just...”

 “What? He is just what?” Bucky interrupted you very worry.

 “I don’t know, he said weird things”.

 “Maybe is the consequences of the injuries”, Bruce explained.

 “Brain damage?” you questioned.

 “We’ll check him”, Tony said.

 He and Bruce entered to Steve’s room.

 “Oh God, I feel like my life sucks, every time I tried to do things right, something is ruined” you said frustrated.

 “Does he remember you?” Nat asked you.

 “Yeah, he recognizes me, but he is like acting weird”.

 In the moment Bruce returned, he had good news, in some weeks Steve will return to be the same as always.

 “Stevie, do you remember our plans for Valentine’s?” you asked nervously.

 “Of course darling, I never forget it”.

 The day arrives, you were too nervous, but you were afraid that something happens and ruined the dinner.

 “I’m anxious “, you confessed.

 “You drive me crazy, so I insist, you should use some sexy lingerie “, Nat asserted.

 “Romanoff “, you warned.                                                            

 “Come one Y/N, you can take the chance, Rogers is acting slightly different, I don’t think he’s gonna refuse”, she continued.

 “You’re unstoppable”, you complained.

 “I just wanna you be happy “.

 She left, maybe you can consider what Natasha said.

 Tony reserved a whole restaurant for you two, actually, that day was also your anniversary.

 “Mr. steak is perfect cook”, Steve said.

 “Yeah, and salad is perfect too”.

 You started to find a funny way in the way that Steve was expressing.

 The rest of the dinner was completely lovely. Then you dance for a while.

 “I have a Mr. present for you”, Steve told you.

 He gave a large gift box, you accepted it and when you opened it, you were speechless, the gift was a necklace, and it looks too expensive.

 “Oh Steve it’s beautiful, but I don’t think...”

 “Was my mother’s, my father gave to her when they got married, I wanna you have it”, he interrupted you.

He hugs you and put on you the necklace.

“I love you”, he whispered at your ear.

“I love you too”, you replied.

The day was perfect.

[sonipanda]

And back into Leg Avenue we go. It’s been so time since I’ve reviewed this brand as they tend to normally be a ‘one-size fits all’ – which does put me off now and again. However, when I saw these I just had to add them onto the wishlist to try out!

These were originally gifted from Amazon, however they are no longer available to purchase so I have got another link for you all if you wish to get a pair 🙂

The Spec

Colour: Nude / Red

Style: 1111

Size: One Size (UK 6-12)

Denier: Around 20

Materials: 90% Nylon, 10% Elastane

Price: £ 18.95

Website: Essex’ee Legs – Leg Avenue Contrast Heart & Bows Cuban Heel Stockings

My Outfit

Keeping it all funk and simple, I decided to go all wild with colours. I wore my yellow over-sized jumper dress with these and added Timberlands to finish off the look. I decided not to include them in my set of images!

My Deets

Jumper: Pull & Bear

Stockings: Leg Avenue

  The Review

From The Website: Hearts, bows, Cuban heels perfect for stocking lovers. Team these gorgeous stockings with your favourite garter belt.

Sheer nude leg with contrasting heart and bow seams, stocking tops, Cuban heel, with contrasting colour underneath foot, and finishing at toe. Striking suspender stockings made from the highest quality yarns.

90% Nylon 10% Spandex Hand wash Genuine Leg Avenue item LA-1111 Colours: Nude-Black, Nude-Red One Size: UK 6-12 Height up to 5ft5 inch (165cm), Weight Up to 9 stone (90-160lbs)

  The Packaging: very simple, but effective though. You’re totally focused on the model wearing them with a mini skirt. The front is very basic, with the back hardly having any info on it. Not a bad thing I suppose, as at the bottom it gets right to the point:

“sheer contrast cuban heel stockings with heart and bow backseam”

  Getting Them On: when you get them out the packaging, you will find that these are flat packed, so there are no creases to help you line up at the back. I used my gloves for this one to make sure I don’t snag them to begin with! These were easy to roll over anklets too!

So as you’re trying to roll them on, make sure you stand in front of a mirror to do your line up as mine kept going so wonky! I have no idea why as normally I can get them straight on and job done, but with these, I found them to be a little more difficult.

    On The Legs: so the first thing that comes to mind is the shading isn’t right or my legs. They look a little pasty with no colour to them (I mean they’re trying to be generic), but with the flash on, they look fab. I hate it when hosiery does this as you’re not gonna constantly have flashes of light at your legs during the day to keep that gorgeous colour!

The denier is thin, and works really well in terms of being breathable. It gives a lovely light coverage on the legs, which I know a lot of people tend to go for.

The quality is pretty decent too; I didn’t get any snags in these whatsoever which I am dead happy about and they feel good on.

In terms of fit and feel, these are fab. They look great, they feel smooth and soft on the legs and the fit is amazeballs. They sit so well on the legs, so you don’t need to worry about any gapping when you’re all strapped up!

The design is the most cutest thing ever! I love how I got red instead of black to give a bit of colour to the outfit. I know people don’t normally do red with yellow, but I thought it was super playful and worked so well! It works from a sole panel to a cuban heel and then into the backseam. I wasn’t too pleased with the design being slightly bent around the heel, but what can you do hey?

  The Toes & Ankle: so toes I found to be slightly big. There was plenty of wiggle room and extra material at the sides of my feet as well, which makes it difficult to wear with tight fitted shoes (especially if they’re pointed). Otherwise these (I hope) are reinforced so it gives you that extra support with longer nails.

Around the ankles, these sat really flush against the skin, so I have nothing else to say!

  The Band: now the band is my favourite. It’s a lovely thin strip band, which the clasps just grab and hold up. I don’t have much to say here apart from they hold up really well – and it’s not suspender belt dependent either as it’s a more thicker material.

    My Thoughts?

Apart from the big toe area, I think these are super cute and a playful pair to invest in. They’re a cute statement pair and the cuban heel can work with so many shoes – it gives that added hint of sexy to the outfit!

The design and quality are also great as well – something that I don’t tend to come across with Leg Avenue, but did this time around 🙂

Leg Avenue Contrast Heart & Bow Cuban Heel Stockings And back into Leg Avenue we go. It's been so time since I've reviewed this brand as they tend to normally be a 'one-size fits all' - which does put me off now and again.

[hellomissmabel]

“Drunken playfulness and stolen kisses”

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: I have no idea how to put this so here’s a huge spoiler: there’s a dessert in this fic that’s called a “blowjob”. Mentions of sexy times but not the actual thing.

Word count: 1.628

Summary: It’s Steve birthday so you decide to surprise him with breakfast in bed. Inspired by the song “Only You” by Zara Larsson.

A/N: A special thank you to @imcaptainamerica for being the inspiration that allowed me to finish this fic. I love you.

Everyone knows how the story goes. You are the woman that keeps Steve Rogers’ bed warm, the girl that fills up the empty space in his heart. Everybody at Stark Tower knows who you are and what purpose you serve, namely guarding the Captain’s sanity and keeping his soul on the path of righteousness. You help him sleep well, without the sleeping pills.

I don’t wanna shower even if I stink ‘Cause I don’t wanna wash you off, wash you off my skin It’s been about an hour And I’m still trembling, oh Feelin’ you deep, feelin’ you deep within, eh

You’re there when he needs comfort after another bone-breaking mission, giving him back the strength he lost in another fight, restoring his faith in humanity. The softness and tenderness with which you handle the wash cloth that cleans him from the dirt on his skin and the blood on his hands, it’s what keeps him grounded. If it wasn’t for you and your warm smile, the Captain would’ve sunk with the ship that science created almost a century ago, when the weirdest specimen walking around on earth was him. Often he wonders whether or not leaving is the preferred option, but then you kiss him and he’s reminded of all the reasons he should stay. Because the world will fall without the Avengers, no matter what they say. And what kind of world would it be if the Captain can’t keep his beloved safe?

The sweltering heat keeps you from taking your clothes off the floor and putting them on. You’re just naked, lying on the bed next to him, his name like a hallelujah on your lips. He’s still sleeping and you don’t have to heart to wake him up yet. During the night, you must’ve kicked the sheets off the bed as they are carelessly scattered across the floor. The vast state of disorder you find your bedroom in is less than worrisome. It’s not the first time he comes knocking on your door, cupping your face and kissing you hard with desperation on his breath. You didn’t know you could ever be this thirsty, this needy for a man.

But Steve Rogers isn’t just any man.

He’s not your father, a workaholic who barely had any time left for his family until you moved out and started your job at Stark Tower. He’s also not the jerk who popped your cherry and left you with your very first broken heart. Neither is Steve the guy that pulled down your walls, breaking them down brick by brick until there’s nothing left but a broken frame and a dark shroud. The guy that left once he’s seen the ghost of the person you were before all the hurt dragged you down.

Steve Rogers is the man who made you realise that the love you’d been looking for all your life will never taste like magic. That sadness plays a song heard by many and sung by all. The man who showed you that fear is shapeless and that heartbreak burns brighter than any candle or any flame, not even the ones you light in church.

I can smell your smell so sweet On my pillow, on my sheets Yeah, I wanna keep it like that Keep on sleeping like that, yeah Baby, you’ll be hard to beat What I have is yours to keep Yeah, I never wanted so bad Best that I’ve ever had

There’s static running through your veins when his arm tightens around your waist, silencing your thoughts. Rolling over on his side, he nuzzles his face into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell so sweet, baby,” he murmurs into your ear, accompanied by the soft press of his lips on your skin. It accelerates your pulse, your senses almost begging for another touch.

“You know what day it is?” Your voice is tender and soft enough for only him to hear, your eyes hooded with affection.

Steve hums in acknowledgement before slowly peppering your cheek with lazy kisses. “It’s my birthday.”

Turning around slightly so your nose is touching his, you whisper against his lips. “That’s right. It’s my hubby’s birthday.”

His smile is warm and even reaches his eyes, which is such a rarity these days. But Steve has a good reason to be so happy, so relieved, so free as of late. “How long have we been married now?”

“A full three days, can you believe it?,” you chuckle as you caress his cheek, pecking the tip of his nose with a laugh.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Steve says softly, mesmerized by your morning glow. “But is it wrong that I kinda wanna go back to the days you were my dirty little secret? Where we secretly loved each other and had to take a hotel room and spent the night there?” He plays with your entwined fingers, kissing your knuckles one by one. “Oh man, we did so many stupid things but we had so much fun, too. I kinda miss that, the drunken playfulness and the stolen kisses.”

“When did you get so serious?,” you ask with a giggle before the redness of your flushed cheeks dies down to a subtle pale pink. “I miss those days, too, Steve. But you gotta accept that those days are gone. No more smoke and mirrors and to be completely honest, I’m actually quite okay with that.”

Steve pouts a little. “But now I don’t have you to myself anymore. I have to share you with the rest of the team.”

“Oh, Steve,” you shake your head as he gives you his best puppy dog eyes, “You don’t have to share me with anyone. I’ll always be yours, I’ll always be there for you. I’ll be by your side, always and forever.”

I can’t love nobody like I love myself Like I love myself Only you, only you No one’s ever touched me like I touch myself No, nobody else Only you

A soft knock on the door and Bucky’s voice interrupts your conversation. “Y/N? Steve? Are you two lovebirds decent yet? I have no intention of being traumatised for life by Steve’s bare ass, okay?!”

Steve’s full-bodied laugh rumbles through his chest and the sound reverberates against the walls with palpable amusement. “Just give us a sec, Buck.”

You can already hear Buck sigh deeply at the other end of the door. As Steve jumps out of the bed to get you some fresh clothes, you send a quick text to Bucky to get your surprise ready. When both of you are fully dressed and wrapped up in each other’s arms once more, you call for Bucky to come in. “So you got everyone in on this, haven’t you, babe?,” Steve shakes his head with a laugh, smiling over to where Bucky is rolling his eyes.

“You’re gonna make me throw up with all that lovey-dovey talk,” Bucky smiles as he sets the tray down in front of you, careful not to trip it over. As he points out all the different delicacies on the tray, Steve squeezes your thigh underneath the sheets, looking at you lovingly.

“So per Annie’s request, I present you with molten hot chocolate, strawberries, whipped cream, blueberry pancakes, two mimosas to start the day with and a little courtesy of the team, a blowjob,” Bucky announces cheekily.

“Thank you for th- wait, a blowbjob…? Courtesy of the team?,” Steve pipes up, his eyes gazing confusedly between you and Bucky.

You bury your face in your hands as you realise what they’d done. “Omg… I told Sam about this a while ago. It’s a dessert my roommates and I invented way back in college. One of them decided to call it a blowjob because of the crunchy meringue and,” you clear your throat awkwardly, “the long chocolate stick.”

“Oh, I see,” Steve chuckles softly, obviously entertained once his state of confusion ebbed away. “Well, the name fits, I guess? Right, Bucky?”

Bucky only huffs at Steve’s response. “Are we not gonna talk about the fact that Annie literally just said ‘omg’? Those damn millennials.”

You throw a pillow at Bucky and give him the death glare so he’d get a move on. “Time for you to leave Bucky.” Grinning, you press a lingering kiss to Steve’s cheek, making sure to lock eyes with Bucky. “Thanks so much for helping me out but I believe Stevie and I have more important matters to attend to.”

Steve laughs at the look on Bucky’s face when he turns to leave. “Yeah, enjoy your two breakfasts in bed, punk.”

After Bucky has taken his leave, you rest your head on Steve’s shoulder, humming happily. Steve rests his cheek on the top of your head, smiling like a loon. “You’re amazing, Y/N. This is the best birthday I could’ve ever wished for. And the blowjob… it tastes interesting. But in a good way.”

You laugh heartily. “I’m glad to hear that. Only the best for the love of my life,” you answer smoothly yet sincerely, pouring all your loving into every single syllable.

“You know,” you whisper teasingly as you crane your neck so you can look at your husband.  “I was originally going to wrap myself into the America flag, wearing nothing but the American flag and take you up to the rooftop for a bang with a view and some fourth of July fireworks,” you giggle at your own pun, “But I’m afraid Tony’s throwing a party so the rooftop might already be spoken for.”

“Well, we can always find a balcony with a view, too, baby. Don’t you worry,” Steve smirks before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. “The day has only just started.”

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Billie/Jason/Jonathan (yea, I’m doing the ot3) 

who’s older?: Jason and Jonathan are the same age. Probably a couple months apart. Billie is the baby. 

who’s more protective?: Hm, maybe Jonathan. He’s always ready to fight for them. Billie is protective of Jason though. He was her first friend after she moved to LA. But she’s also protective of Jon. Not as much though since Jon fights his won battles often. Jason is protective of the both of them too though. 

what’s their origin?: Jon and Jason met at some gala years back. Jon hated it, of course. He hates going to those kind of things. He hung around the bar for most of the night, which is where he met Jason. Despite the major personality differences, they hit it off. Years later, Billie got cast as a very, very small recurring role on a show where Jason is a huge star. I imagine he hits on all the female extras, hit on her and she just LAUGHED in his face. Jason then introduced Billie to Jon and they’ve all been friends since then. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Sarcastic, boozy, funny, breezy 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? Billie and Jon definitely tease Jason whenever he gets in a relationship since he’s all about the PR relationship. They don’t really take them seriously. Jon and Jason also tease Billie when she dates someone but are generally protective. They get all older brother like and have to check the guy out and make sure he’s worthy of her. When Jon dates and is actually open about it, they’re happy and surprised. He isn’t really the lovey dovey type so again, there is a lot of teasing. But I think in general, happiness and being proud that he put himself out there and opened up to someone. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Finding time to actually hang out. They’re all busy with their film schedules so sometimes they can go a long time without seeing each other. Also, finding a nice place where there won’t be a bunch of fans or cameras in their faces. And…that’s only two but that’s really all I can think of. 

how often do they fight?: Every time they see each other. But it’s never anything serious. They’re all kind of sarcastic assholes with each other. So it’s all for laughs. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: Australia vs. England/Who’s Homeland is better? Jon and Jason say England. Billie says Australia. It’s never ending. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: Billie calls Jason - Jayso and Jon - Jono from time to time. Jon calls them by their names because he doesn’t do fluffy/cutesy nicknames. Jason usually sticks with the normal names too, maybe calls Billie hon or sweetie but not too often and probably usually before saying something sarcastic. 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? I’m gonna say FOREVERRRRRRRRR! They all love each other and like hanging out. I can’t imagine them not staying close to each other. 

how well do they know each other?: They know a lot ore about each other than Wikipedia does. No, really. They’re close. Between all the teasing they do have somewhat serious conversations. They know each other’s likes and dislikes, goals in life and details about their past. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Jon - Violent, Irritable. Jason - Attractive, Kind. Billie - Expressive, Affectionate. They’re all fairly intelligent. Even if they joke and say Jason is just a pretty face. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: Well, Jason and Jon definitely aren’t going to hook up. Billie and Jon look at each other like siblings. I wouldn’t put it pass Billie and Jason to drunkenly make out at least once but that would be them super, super drunk. They’re all very platonic. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: Devastated. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: Billie would defend her boys like crazy, Jon would fight people like crazy and Jason would also defend them like crazy. They’re like a little family, really. They would do a lot for each other. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: Winter is actually kind of an argument with them. Jason and Jon say that winter is during the obvious December to March months. But Billie is a backwards Australian and insists that nope, those are summer months. And whenever it’s in the middle of ACTUAL winter and it gets a little chilly, she gets all dramatic and wears a coat and says “it’s so cold for summer” and then an intense debate will break out for three days. Billie is in love with french braids. Especially the cutesy french braided pigtails. She absolutely loves them. However, she can’t do it herself. Whenever she tries it looks all loose and uneven. So, she has somehow convinced both Jason and Jon to learn. They watched numerous videos online and now whenever Billie wants her hair braided, she finds one of them and has them do it. As payment, she always buys the first two rounds at the bar.  

Tyler/Nikki

who’s older?: You know, I have no clue. Nikki might be though. 

who’s more protective?: Tyler is more protective over Nikki. He’s known her for years and has a huge crush on her and everyone knows it. And he’s very protective. He gets really defensive any time there is something bad said about her in the press. 

what’s their origin?: Probably at the Kids Choice Awards. Tyler was very young when he was discovered and so was Nikki. They probably presented at the award show and then hung out afterwards. They saw each other a lot at these kind of events and eventually just became friends. As they got older they would hang out at bigger, more mature events then silly award shows. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Playful, lively, flirty, flawed

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? They get jealous. Tyler already makes it known he’s interested in Nikki so obviously he gets jealous. But in the end, he’s also happy if she’s happy. He’s not really a sore loser about it. And Nikki gets jealous too. She likes the attention Tyler gives her and when he’s dating someone he isn’t being all flirty with her and so she gets a bit jealous. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Tyler’s feelings for her, Fans/paparazzi inserting themselves in their business (Tyler’s fault), Nikki leading him on here and there  

how often do they fight?: I don’t think they’ve ever fought. Sure she gets annoyed when he’s openly says he likes Nikki but she denies him and he gets jealous when she’s with someone else. But they don’t ever let that get in the way of their actual friendship 

what would their biggest fight be about?: If they actually got into a fight, like a real one, it would be Tyler’s feelings for her. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: Babe, hon, sweetie, baby, sexy, stuff like that. Also Ty and Nik. 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? They’ve been friends since they were middle school aged and nothing has come between them yet. I don’t really thing anything could. They’ll be friends a really long ways down the road. 

how well do they know each other?: I imagine they know pretty much everything there is to know about each other. Again, they’ve known each other since they were like 10/11 and they’re in their 20′s now. There isn’t much they keep secret or really can keep secret. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: I’d say - Nikki is more violent, irritable, intelligent and Tyler is more expressive, affectionate and kind. They’re both very attractive people though so tie on that. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: Yes and no. They’ll definitely dabble in something more but never actually date or be exclusive. They’ll always be first and foremost platonic friends. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: It would be a huge blow to either of them. They’re like each other’s longest lasting friends. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: Tyler would do anything Nikki asked him to do. Honestly, he is a sucker for her. She would do a lot for him too but not quite as much. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: Nikki and Tyler have had a pretty nice tradition over the years that right after a party or an after party, they get some fast food and go back to one of their homes to crash. Because of this, Tyler has acquired so many pairs of Nikki’s shoes over the years that she has her own shoe rack in the guest bedroom’s closet. She comes over, kicks off the uncomfortable heels and forgets to grab them as she heads out the next day to her car. Sometimes she’ll have him bring them over to her but there’s enough left behind that he had to do something with them. Tyler will never admit it to anyone other than Nikki but he’s actually afraid of heights. But he loves water parks and going up on the big slides they have. But again, afraid of heights. When he was younger, he told Nikki this in confidence and she promised to go on every water slide with him. That way he’d have someone with him and wouldn’t be so scared. Now, as an adult, he’s still not a fan of heights but isn’t too afraid to go up on a water slide alone but he’s so used to Nikki being by his side that he generally won’t go on one without her. 

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Isis: House of Isis Sample Chapter!

Next Month I’m going to be releasing the latest Isis series book, Isis Samurai Goddess with a MIND SHATTERING MASTERPIECE of a cover by Bill Walko! Those who followed my Twitter and Facebook got a Sneak peek of that cover, and on Monday I’ll be revealing it here for the rest of my regular readers!

  Some of my Facebook friends have been really excited about the Isis series book I’ve currently been working on Isis: House of Isis. And in this story The goddess next door runs into HOTEPs, Brothers and sisters the ones who say that the Black Woman is God and that Black people are descendants of the Egyptian Pharaohs and kings! I got inspired to write this one after my interactions with real life HOTEPS and Pro-Blacks, and I thought I’d show everyone what I’ve learned about Egyptian and Nubian Mythology and African-American history in this story. 

  Everything in Isis: House of Isis is still a FIRST DRAFT. So it’s likely to change dramatically in the actual published edition!

  Chapter 2

 I catch the reflection of the pouty expression on my face in a store window as we head down Lenox Avenue. I’m not happy about having my football game interrupted. But if Doc thinks going to this church is important, I can attend one service.

I admit I’ve been a pretty lousy Christian the last forty years. The last time I set foot in a church was for my best friend Alma’s funeral. Back in the early twentieth century Andrea Thomas Robinson was a regular member of Church in Oneonta County and Atlanta on the Spelman campus. But when I started seeing my friends and Theta sisters pass away in the 1970s I just did my best to avoid church. It was just too hard to focus on having a relationship with Christ in Church when I kept seeing people I loved leave this earth.

Doc gives me a curious look as we approach the corner. “What keeps you out of church these days Princess?” she asks.

“I got tired of going to funerals.” I sigh.

“You know you’re going to have to go to mine one day.”

And that’s gonna be one of the saddest days of my life. Doc is the last of my living friends from the 20th Century. When she goes home to be with our Lord, I’m truly gonna be alone in this world for the first time in a hundred years. “Don’t remind me.”

“I know. But you have to face the fact that I’m not gonna be around much longer Princess.”

My eyes grow wide after she says that. “Are you-”

“No, my doctor says I’m healthier than most of the twenty-year-olds he sees.” Doc chuckles. “But I’d like to think it’d be prudent for you to start expanding your social circle before I pass.”

“Is that why you want me to go back to church?”

“You came back to resume your work here. It’s kind of hard to find out what’s going on today with people hanging around old timers like me-”

If it wasn’t for her I doubt I’d be as connected to some of the people I’ve met this go around the world. “Hey, I’m just waiting to go where I’m needed.”

“And you really need to spend some time in church while you wait. You know Alma’s granddaughter goes to Greater Abyssinian over on Fredrick Douglass-”

We just keep missing each other. “So she’s going to be at the afternoon service?”

Doc flashes me a playful smile. “She was at the morning service with me.”

“So we’re going to the afternoon service to meet the pastor?”

“Maybe next week.” Doc says. “This is a church you’ve got to see to believe.”

My curiosity is piqued when Doc turns the corner of 133rd Street and starts heading down towards Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard. When she stops in the middle of the block, I peer up at the gold plated sign above the storefront decorated in hieroglyphs saying THE HOUSE OF ISIS in bold letters. I don’t know whether to be impressed or to sue for copyright infringement.

“I guess these sermons here would be right up my alley.” I say. “I didn’t know anyone still practiced the Old Heliopolitan faith.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But I thought you should take a look around before you decided to bring your wrath down on these blasphemers.”

Well, I wouldn’t the family putting a spell of pestilence on innocent people. I get the door for Doc and we step on the parquet floors of the storefront temple. I’m surprised to see it’s a full house. When I look over at the group of men and women dressed in Afrocentric formal wear sitting in the series of folding chairs arranged in front of the stage across the room. I peer down at the black leather jacket, white blouse, blue jeans, and Chelsea boots and wonder if I’m dressed too casually for this trip to the temple. “Maybe I should have dressed for service.” I say.

“I think you’re okay.” Doc replies. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression on these mere mortals by tripping on the train of your New Heliopolitan gown.”

“Or have that blasted tiara fall in my eyes.”

As I peruse the shelves at the front of the store I notice that they have tubs of Shea butter, bottles of oils, and bars of Black soap for sale. “I guess these are for purification rituals.”

Doc is about to say something when a tall, muscular chocolate colored man dressed in a black tunic, pants and sandals approaches us. “When you purify your body you purify your mind my sista.” He says.

I greet his charming smile with a cheeky one of my own. “And how would these products allow me to purify myself…”

“Jamar, humble servant of the Priestess.” Jamar continues. “These processed products made by The White Man are filled with toxic chemicals that destroy your hair and your body.” The man says brushing back his long dreadlocks. “With the natural products made by our High Priestess, your natural hair and body will remain healthy and strong the way the goddess intended.”

I guess I wouldn’t know the difference between the natural hair care processes I used to use in Nubia and the shampoo I buy at Sepia with my invulnerability. But I’ll go along with the sales pitch. “Goddess?”

“Yeah, the Black Woman is God.”

I give him a curious look on the declaration of his faith. “God?”

“Yeah, The Black woman birthed the Universe from her womb. Everything on this earth came out of her.” 

That’s not what I read in my Bible. Heck, It’s not even what I know about my own family. But I’ll go along so I can find out what goes on in this so-called House of Isis. “Everything?”

“Yeah, everything. All you see here in this neighborhood was created by our goddess the Black woman.”

Yeah, Black women created all this. Thanks to them embracing the ideologies of White feminists and the welfare state of White liberal politicians in the 1970s they created all the out of wedlock babies, the drugs, crime, and all the poverty that have become staples of this neighborhood. But I won’t educate him on the truth yet. There’s still a lot I need to learn about this house of worship with my name on it. “So all Black women are goddesses?”

“Yeah. Even a mixed sista like you has some of the goddess’ spiritual energy flowing through her.”

If only he knew I was born in Nubia. “Mixed?”

“Yeah, with that light hair and that light skin you definitely got some Irish and Italian in your family.”

“Irish and Italian?”

“It’s clear you ain’t a full melanated person like myself.” The man continues. “True Black people like myself have darker skin because we have deeper connection to Kemet.”

Being the daughter of Osiris I’ve got far more melanin than everyone in the room. “Kemet?”

“That’s Egypt’s original name before the White Man changed it to suit his version of White Supremacist version of history.”

We never called it Kemet in any of the official Nubian texts. “They always called it Egypt when I was in college-”

“That’s the name the White Man gave our homeland in his education system.” Jamar continues. “The information about our true Black heritage is in the books the Priestess sells here.”

I look over at the series of paperback books on the bookshelf with hieroglyphs on the cover. “Where would I start learning more about the real Kemet in her books?” I inquire.

Jamar smiles on hearing my interest in Kemet. “I’d love to suggest a few titles to you right now my sista, but The Priestess is about to make her Afternoon Devotions and I have to help her with that.”

“Would you be able to show me a few later?”

I’m given a flirtatious smile filled with anticipation. “I’d be glad to show you all of the Priestesses’ literature after Devotions.”

“Great.”

Jamar hurries across the parquet floors, up the stairs and up to the stage. As he rushes behind a curtain, Doc and I find seats in the back. “He’s a sexy piece of hot chocolate.” Doc says.

“I think he likes me.” I say.

“Are you catching the spirit Princess?”

 “Maybe. I’m curious to what the Priestess will have to say during her Afternoon Devotion.

 Isis: House of Isis is still being written as we speak. But if you drop a donation to the paypal link at the top of the screen to pay for the cover, I can put it on the fast track for to be available for the Summer reading season!