#i💜ballet

[quarzy]

@eggsbenedictinurmom what are you doing. what was the purpose of scrolling through my entire blog. what horrors did you witness. how much of the cringe did you endure. was it worth it? imwfwhddkkrnwwn

[courageisneverforgotten]

package soon :D

(if I bought a purple sweatshirt on depop because the seller said it had “steve harrington vibes”, what of it??)

[forest-hashira]

survived thanksgiving with no negative body thoughts and without being wildly overstimulated AND with leftovers of my fav foods. however comma i have to work my retail job from 9:30 am - 3 pm tomorrow (black friday) so i have not yet reached the light at the end of the tunnel

[marchsfreakshow]

I want James Patrick March to watch The Nutcracker Ballet with me and then help me learn the Sugar Plum Fairy dance 💜🥰

(despite me being absolutely not the right body type for ballet and I would look dreadful doing it on a stage)

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, p in v, cunnilingus, rather soft Dabi, f!reader Synopsis: on the morning of Dabi's birthday, you and he indulge in a slow and passionate lovemaking session A/N: the prompt was celebratory kisses the minute Dabi wakes up This marks the second story crafted in celebration of Dabi's birthday 💜

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST DABI'S BIRTHDAY EVENT

The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you stirred awake. You blinked sleepily, feeling the gentle weight of Dabi's arm draped over your waist. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest indicated peaceful slumber. The realization that today was Dabi's birthday brought a smile to your face, and you decided to make this morning extra special.

His black hair was tousled, falling gracefully across his forehead, and his disheveled demeanor somehow added to the allure that surrounded him.

A tender smile graced your lips as you observed him, appreciating the rare tranquility that embraced him in these moments. The temptation to press your lips to his forehead lingered, and with a gentle touch, you brushed away a stray lock of hair that clung to his skin. As if sensing your presence, Dabi stirred, eyelids fluttering open to reveal the glint of turquoise eyes.

A playful glint danced in your eyes as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a celebratory kiss. It was a slow, lingering connection, filled with the unspoken promise of a day dedicated to joy and love. As you pulled away, Dabi's smirk deepened, and he brushed his thumb across your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't contain the excitement as you whispered, "Happy birthday, Dabi. May all of your dreams come true."

"Didn't expect you to be the sentimental type," he teased, stretching lazily. "But I'll take it."

Your fingertips danced with feather-light grace along the rugged contours of Dabi's face, tracing the story of scars that marked his tumultuous journey.

His eyes followed your every movement, a silent appreciation for the tenderness bestowed upon him. A hushed sigh escaped Dabi's lips as your touch lingered, a delicate caress that spoke volumes without the need for words.

You leaned forward, bridging the space between you. The kiss that followed was a manifestation of the profound connection that bound you together. Slow and deliberate, it was a dance of passion and vulnerability.

Your lips met his with a gentle fervor, a sweet collision of emotions that spoke of love and longing.

Dabi responded, the initial surprise giving way to a hunger. As your tongues entwined in a delicate ballet, a subtle power play unfolded. It was a silent duel, a dance of dominance where Dabi's controlled fervor easily asserted itself. His tongue danced with yours, a testament to the untamed spirit that defined him. The taste of him was a heady concoction, a blend of smoky defiance and the underlying sweetness that only those close to him could perceive.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Dabi chuckled softly, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "What has come over you, Y/N?"

A warm smile adorned your face as you delicately pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your head to the side with a graceful gesture. With one hand, you gently traced patterns on Dabi's chest, feeling the steady beat beneath your fingertips. "It's a truly special day, my handsome tiger. Your birthday deserves to be extraordinary," you expressed, your voice carrying a tender affection. "I want it to be memorable and filled with joy."

Dabi responded with a scoff, a subtle eyeroll accompanying his incredulous gaze. "You're well aware that birthdays aren't exactly my thing, doll face," he remarked, a trace of amusement in his voice as he gently rubbed your shoulder.

A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes as you bit your lip.

As he attempted to rise, you gently pressed against his chest, causing him to surrender back to the soft embrace of the mattress. "No getting up," you declared with a teasing firmness.

Cocking an eyebrow, he emitted a small sigh, a mixture of amusement and curiosity lingering in the air.

Unfazed by his initial skepticism, you moved with deliberate slowness, mounting Dabi, your gaze fixed on him from above. Leaning in, you initiated another kiss, a fusion of sensuality and longing as you grinded against his crotch a little.

Dabi emitted a soft hum within the kiss, capturing your lower lip between his teeth. Both of his scarred hands found their place on your hips, aiding the rhythmic motion as you engaged in the grind.

The intensity of the heated kiss left you breathless, gasping for air when you finally parted, a momentary respite amidst the shared fervor. "My handsome man," you whispered, tracing the contours of his lips with your fingers.

He rolled his eyes dismissively. "Cut it out, doll face. I'm anything but handsome, hmm?"

Clicking your tongue in disapproval, a frown etched on your face, you retorted, "No, you stop. You're the most handsome man I've ever met."

Dabi added a dark jest, "Am I not your first and only boyfriend? That's why you have such a crooked taste for men."

Angrily, you growled and attempted to get off him, but he held you in place. "Just joking."

Looking down at him, you playfully tapped his forehead. "I hate your sense of humor, Dabi."

A dark chuckle escaped him, and he placed a hand on the back of your neck, drawing you closer. "C'mere." His lips pressed forcefully against yours in a yearning, commanding kiss, while he subtly bucked his hips up into you, seeking the desired friction.

A low moan escaped your lips, your hips rolling in tandem with his, intensifying the friction. The kiss deepened, and with a lingering passion, your tongue explored his mouth.

Dabi placed his hands firmly on your sides, adjusting his knees to press against your ass. With a sudden, powerful movement, he flipped both of you, pinning you down onto the mattress with determined force and grin adorning his scarred face. "Hi."

You chuckled, your cheeks flushed. "Hey there, handsome," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into yet another kiss.

You offered no resistance as his long fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, methodically drawing them down your thighs until they were entirely removed. There was no objection as he swiftly yanked your oversized t-shirt upward, exposing your breasts to the cool air, your nipples tightening in response to the chill. Unwavering, you made no protest as Dabi enveloped one of your buds with his mouth, delicately sucking while simultaneously teasing the other with gentle pinches. Through it all, not a single objection crossed your mind; instead, you welcomed each touch without hesitation.

You could sense his dick growing, his hardened length pressing against your covered clit beneath the fabric of your panties.

Passionately engaged in the make-out session, you eagerly ran your hands down to his waist and lower, skillfully pushing his sweatpants down his legs.

Aware that Dabi's mind still lingered in the haze of slumber, you anticipated a gentle, unhurried lovemaking session.

The black-haired man traced a path of open-mouthed kisses along your body, licking down from your tummy to the hem of your panties. With a deep sigh, Dabi met your gaze, offering a smirk before planting kisses on your clit through the fabric, causing you to arch your back and release a moan of pleasure.

"I still don't get why you wear those to bed," Dabi remarked, his fingers gently exploring your folds through the fabric of your panties. With a deliberate motion, he shifted the panties aside, unveiling your delicate clit and folds already coated in slickness. Dabi grinned at the sight. "Well, well, doll face, look at you, already so wet for me and I barely touched you yet."

A sigh escaped you, but as his warm tongue pressed against your folds, a pant escaped your lips, and you sank deeper into the mattress.

Dabi leisurely traced his tongue up and down your slick folds, savoring every taste with appreciative hums. "So delicious, just f'me," he grunted, grinding his crotch against the mattress, seeking additional friction.

The more attention he lavished upon your pussy, the more you found yourself succumbing to a whiny, needy state. Eventually, you slid both hands into his midnight-black hair, gradually bucking your hips up to grind against his tongue and lips, moaning his name. "D-Dabi! Oh, just like that, fuck."

The man possessed a keen understanding of how to please his girl. He tenderly planted a small kiss on your clitoris before teasing it with his index finger. "Be a good, little brat and refrain from cumming just yet, understood?" he ordered, adding moisture with a deliberate spit on your pussy.

You gasped, feeling your heart pound within your chest like a captive animal desperately trying to break free from its cage.

Dabi dove back between your thighs, securing one arm around your left thigh and placing the other on your lower abdomen, effectively anchoring you in place.

You were already a whimpering wreck, your thighs trembling intensely as you fought to restrain yourself from reaching climax. "Dabi, please, please! I just can't!" You begged, your voice raspy.

Dabi, enthusiastically lapping at your folds with his tongue, shot you a glance while shaking his head from side to side, intensifying the friction and producing the most lewd noises you had ever heard.

With merciful intent, he tenderly kissed your pussy a few times before slowly moving up your quivering form. Finally, his lips met yours, and you could taste the lingering essence of yourself on his mouth.

He grasped his hardened dick, playfully slapping it against your mound, eliciting moans from you. The mushroom tip of his dick nudged at your entrance, and with a single, deliberate roll of his hips, Dabi effortlessly entered you, bottoming out in you.

With half-closed eyelids, you gazed up at him, offering a tender smile. "I love you, Dabi," you confessed sincerely as he began to move within you, initiating deliberate thrusts with a gentle rhythm.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. "Love you too, princess."

Dabi secured both your hands above your head, holding them in a firm grip as he intensified his thrusts. Grunts and curses escaped him, expressing his appreciation for the tightness you offered him.

"Please, baby, I need to touch you," you pleaded, gazing into his captivating eyes.

Dabi only grinned, shaking his head dismissively. "If you cum on this cock like the good slut you are, then maybe I'll consider it."

The tip of his dick grazed the back of your pussy with every thrust, causing your spongy walls to spasm rhythmically around his girth.

You bit down on your lower lip, emitting a fervent moan as Dabi lifted one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder. The shift in angle allowed him to penetrate you even deeper.

"Look at you, little slut. When we first met, you were a good girl with manners. I doubted how someone like you could be a villain. But look at you now, moaning like a cheap whore, salivating at the thought of my cum filling your tiny cunt. You're such a slut, little princess," Dabi mockingly whispered in your ear. His thrusts grew erratic, a sign he was nearing his own climax.

His lewd words pushed you to the brink, and you screamed his name, climaxing around his shaft.

Dabi grinned, capturing your parted lips in a kiss, intensifying his rhythm. After a few more thrusts, he growled deeply, releasing his warm cum within you, filling you completely.

He rested atop you, yet you welcomed the weight that anchored you further to the mattress without a hint of complaint.

After he released your hands, you wrapped your arms around his back, fingers trailing over the juncture where scarred skin met the unblemished. "Thank you, handsome," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It was a good sex."

He chuckled wryly. "Yeah, it was. I think that's the only thing I like about my birthday."

You frowned and shot him a glare. "Strange, considering you fuck me almost every night."

Dabi placed both hands on either side of your head, looking down at you. A few strands of his hair clung to his forehead, damp with sweat. "True, but it tastes different somehow? Don't know how to explain it."

"Admit you enjoy the slow sex, love," you mocked, and a frown crossed his forehead.

"You wish, little slut," he retorted, pulling out of you. "Come on, time to get up. And I swear, if Twice and Toga got me another pastel-pink cake this year, I'll burn the damn place."

[jullbnt]

LoZ ballet / 25

Victory!! What a good way to end the year 😊

I didn’t manage one drawing a day (what did I expect haha) but that’s okay! This was a lot of fun, I might do more in the future :)

Wish you all the best for 2024!! 💜

<< 24 | 25 | Bonus

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[fanged-fanfics]

I would like to request Macaque x female or gender-neutral dance reader headcanons(u choose what's best for u). The reader loves dancing and probably knows most of it. Like break-dancing, ballet, salsa, tap dance, etc. Maybe they're in a dance group, does shows or something like that. If someone asks about a dance the reader probably gives them advice or teaches them. If their partner doesn't dance they probably teach them. I hope ur doing ok and staying healthy😁

💜🌙 Oh, to Dance With You — Macaque x Fem Reader HCs 🌙💜

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- Macaque teased you about your dancing initially. He found it amusing how you could get such entertainment out of something he thought was simple. Just a bunch of moving around, right?

- Needless to say, he isn't a dancer himself. He always found his strength in narration and visual effects rather than his own movements, so offering to teach him was something he wasn't expecting

- Initially, he said no, more content to watch you practice. But as time went on, he got curious (and maybe a little bored), so he started asking questions about the moves you were doing

- Once he started learning about it, it began getting more interesting to him. When he could see the method behind the moves and the techniques that went into them, his old mindset gradually faded into growing curiosity

- That was around the time he began allowing you to teach him some things. At first it was just the occasional few moves, but slowly he began learning actual dances under your guidance

- He's still snarky about it and still pokes fun at you every now and then, but soon enough you find yourself having a dance partner to practice with

- When he messes up, he acts dismissive to criticism, but he really takes it all in. His shadow clones are usually what he practices with for two person routines if you're not around, and he tries to get better so he can always impress you by the next time

- He doesn't really like to admit it, but he has his favorites. Anything where you two can stay close to one another is something he'll vouch to do more often than not. He loves seeing how happy you are dancing up close, and how you light up a little when you realize he's been practicing for you

- He'll deny any of it if it's brought up to him, but dancing with you eventually becomes as treasured to him as his shadow theater. To return the favor, he offers to teach you about shadow puppetry sometime

[comfortzones-posts]

Ballerina 💜

Before 💜 shared their story, I thought they were dancing ballet based on these scenes.

I quickly dropped the idea but couldn't stop thinking about it so I made it HC/AU.

I REALLY should bring these designs back-

[lady-stirling]

💜 Ashlyn (26), the oldest. She was 15 when she was adopted after the orphanage closed. Despite her love for dance, her real passion is the flute. Whenever she can, she takes part in recitals organised by her parents' academy.

Ashlyn | Blair | Courtney | Delia | Edeline | Fallon | Genevieve | Hadley | Isla | Janessa | Kathleen | Lacey

Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princess Modern!AU 🩷💃🏾 In this AU, most of them were adopted by the owners of the kingdom's ballet school after the orphanage they were in closed down. (As a reference for the drawings, I mixed elements from the film with the line of dolls 😉)

basic references under the cut:

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

💥Marvel Masterlist💥

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collages

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon 

💜 Quotes

💞 Drabble

Adam Warlock

- Virginity 💚🔥

- It’s Okay Not To Be Okay 💞🌨️🌸

Bucky

- Nightmare 💙🌸🌨️

- Hike 💙🌸

- Gags 💚🔥

- So Desperate 💚🔥

- Please Love Me 💚⭐️🌨️

- Crush 💞⭐️

- Don’t Drink 💚🌨️🌸

- Swing Dancing 💙🌸

- Betty Boop 💙⭐️

- Drunk Mistake 💚🌸⭐️

- Colour In 💙🌸

- Camp Fire 💚⭐️

Charles Xavier

- Best Friend 💖🌈

Fandral

- Denial 💚🔥

- Two Fae in The Forest 💚🔥

Helmut Zemo

- Medical Play 💚🔥

- Pancakes Fix Everything 💚🌸🌨️

- Car Ride 💚🔥

- Undercover Hurt 💚🌨️

Logan

- Daddy 💚🔥

- Lyrics 💙🌸

Loki

- Hate 💚🔥

- Don’t Care About You 💚🔥

- So Desperate 💚🔥

- Use Your Words 💚🔥

- Mini Skirt 💙⭐️

- Trouble In The Garden 💚🔥🌸

- Two Fae in The Forest 💚🔥

- Is This A Date? 💚🌸

- Fairy 💙⭐️

- Colour In 💙🌸

Natasha

- Crush 💞⭐️

- Ballet 💙🌸

Pietro

- Praise 💚🔥

Sif

- Free Use 💚🔥

Steve Rogers

- Collar 💚🔥

- His Desires 💚🔥

- I Thought I Lost You 💚🌸

- Bombshell 💙🌸

Thor

- Sensory Deprivation 💚🔥

- Rock Concert 💙🌸

- Armour 💙⭐️

Venon/Eddie

- Monster 💚🔥

- Venom To The Rescue 💚🌸🌨️

Victor Creed

- Bondage 💚🔥

Multiple

- Meeting Your Partner 💖🌸

- Asking You Out 💖🌸

- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥

- Cosplayer 💖🌈

[nathaira-draws]

Ballet AU beloved 💜

Finally posting this one that I finished in time to print for myself and have it signed by Neil at MCM *sobs again*

Thank you Neil from the bottom of my heart for everything

Signed print 😭💜

[be-compromised]

Secret Santa 2024 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who took part in this year’s holiday fic exchange, from writers to beta readers to all you lovely people who leave comments. With an especial shout out to our heroic pinch hitters, @alphaflyer, @caiti-creative-corner, and @cassiesinsanity !

All gifts and authors have now been revealed, both on AO3 and on the masterlist (here and on dreamwidth). You’re now free to post, share, and link to your gifts wherever you like! If you could in some way link back to the exchange or the community, to direct people to all of the other wonderful fics as well, that would be appreciated.

If you feel inspired to fill any other prompts, or create stocking fillers or non-participant fills, please feel free. These just won’t be included as part of the Secret Santa exchange or on the masterlists.

From all your be_compromised mods, we hope you have a happy holiday season and wish you all the best for the new year. See you in 2025! ~ inkvoices, gsparkle & CloudAtlas 💜

Ain’t A Saint by @inkvoices for @huntress79 Mature; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton/James Barnes, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff/James Barnes Summary:“I lead a group of immortals. Soldiers, like you. Two of us have already been experimented on - tortured - and I need you to come with me and get in the goddamn car, because it might already be happening to someone else right fucking now." Natasha, Clint, and Bucky dream of a new immortal. Meanwhile, a Stark Industries research vessel has found the Valkyrie. An Old Guard AU.

A Christmas Invitation by @caiti-creative-corner for Hurt_loves_comfort Teen & Up; Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff Summary: Natasha might be stubborn, but Clint could wait her out . . . and he had good reason to be patient.

A Kiss for Luck by @cassiesinsanity for @firlalaith Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: A number of random, shared kisses that lead to one special kiss on New Year's Eve.

A Russian Lullaby by @iriel3000 for @chaed Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, various friendships Summary: Based on the prompt by Chaed: “Clint isn't the only one haunted after New York. Natasha struggles with unexpected Hulk PTSD.” Ever wonder how "Natasha, we need a lullaby" originated? Clint thinks Natasha is hiding an injury but soon discovers it’s more.

At the Rose & Quill by @caiti-creative-corner for @cassiesinsanity Gen: Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton & Kate Bishop Summary: Serenity and knowledge go hand-in-hand at the Rose & Quill, and Laura loves the serenity it brings her odd little family.

Backstage @scaarletwiitch for @mondstadtlover6000 Gen; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: Clint is struggling in his role on the technical crew for this year's production of the Nutcracker. Natasha arrives as a guest artist with the ballet company, feeling like an outsider. 

Be More Obvious about It by @firlalaith for @heroofshield Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: Clothes say a lot about a person.

City Kid by Hurt_loves_comfort for @delektorskichick Gen; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, Alexi Shostakov/Melina Vostokoff Summary: Natasha Romanov has been living in the city and doing ballet since she was four. What happens when an injury sends her to the countryside where she meets one Clint Barton?

Collecting Strays by Ultra for @inkvoices Teen & Up; ambiguous relationships - Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, James Barnes Summary: He hasn't known her long, but he's known her long enough. When Strike Team Delta are sent to take out the Winter Soldier, all Nat has to do is blink, and once again, Clint finds himself making a different call.

Earworm by @delektorskichick for @paperairplanesopenwindows Gen; Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton/Laura Barton Summary: In a world where whatever song your soulmate gets stuck in their head also gets stuck in yours, Laura Barton has the unfortunate luck of getting a soulmate who loves those stupid, annoying commercial jingles. What's even more annoying is when it will randomly shift to classical ballet music. Laura's soulmate is so dead when she finally meets them. Note: Soulmates in this can be romantic or platonic, so it can be read either way as far as Natasha goes.

Faces of Ghosts by @paperairplanesopenwindows for @icantopenwaterbottlecaps Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary:"Were you aware that Yelena's sister is my ex-girlfriend or was I just supposed to find that out when I complimented her costume myself?" "Huh?" America asked, clearly confused. Clint noticed that Yelena seemed unsurprised by this information. "Yelena..." Clint groaned. She clasped her hands together in faux innocence. "Wow! What do you mean? You know my sister, Natasha?" "What the fuck, Yelena?" "I had no idea," she said fervently, but was clearly holding back laughter. "I had no idea at all. Otherwise, I definitely would not have invited you both to this party with no warning."

favorite parts by @mondstadtlover6000 for @endlesstwanted Gen; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: Clint and Natasha get sent on a vacation—no, a mission. They think it's a mission, anyway.

Hearts & Roses by @huntress79 for ufohnoparty (why_didnt_i_get_any_soup) Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff/James Barnes, background Clint Barton/Melinda May, various friendships Summary: Fresh off yet another breakup, passionate florist Clint Barton relocates himself from semi-rural Iowa to BedStuy in New York, where his first boss and best friend Phil Coulson has found a flower shop in dire need of a capable owner. What he doesn’t expect is that his neighbors, tattoo artists Natasha Romanov and Bucky Barnes, not only will be responsible for his first tattoo, but also turn his whole life upside down – in the most positive way.

is it to soon to do this yet? by @quidnunc-life for @archers-and-spies Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: “When I told you two to get to know each other through a fun common interest,” says Coulson, “I meant watch an episode of Dog Cops or something. Not blow a city up together.” Or: Everyone knows Natasha hates Clint, but if they want to be a STRIKE team, something has to change.

i thought the plane was going down (how'd you turn it right around?) by @archers-and-spies for @cloud--atlas Gen; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: Being a weather witch is all fun and games, until you're seated next to the girl you walked out on ten years ago. Clint has the worst luck.

of dance cards and suitors by @icantopenwaterbottlecaps for Ultra Gen; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: “How about love?” he asks. Natasha tilts her head at Clint, an errant red curl falling from her elegant coiffure as she waits for him to elaborate. “Won’t you marry for love?” Or: a Clintasha Regency AU

Operation: Incoming by @alphaflyer for @scaarletwiitch Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Alexi Shostakov/Melina Vostokoff, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop Summary: Natasha puts the phone down with a deep sigh and turns to Clint, with a look that’s a mix of apology and abject terror. “Incoming! Alexei and Melina are coming to New York and want to spend Christmas with us. They’re arriving tomorrow.”

Solecism by ufohnoparty (why_didnt_i_get_any_soup) for @iriel3000 Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff & Steve Rogers Summary: Natasha and Steve are on a mission together in Budapest. Things quickly go south and Steve doesn't know what to do when Natasha is gravely injured. She tells him to call her husband. What husband?

Something So Magic by @heroofshield for @caiti-creative-corner Gen; Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff Summary: Sometimes the most unlikeliest of friendships are formed in a disappearing coffee shop.

The Mastermind vs. The Master Assassins by @cassiesinsanity for @alphaflyer Mature; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Summary: Its driving Tony nuts trying to figure out the deal with Clint & Natasha, so he recruits some friends to help him find out.

Two To Tango (Or Kate Bishop’s Guide to Helping Your Mentor Realize He’s In Love with his Partner) by @alphaflyer for @quidnunc-life Teen & Up; Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Summary: “These two are such idiots. Why don’t they just admit that they are crazy about each other?” Kate and Yelena see a problem and set out to fix it.

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

Hey Grangran!

I honestly was contemplating of asking this at first, but...

Do you have any teen/adult designs of the Delightful Children??? :]

I would LOVE to see those!!!💜💮

I scrambled to get something done but YEAH! I have something, related to the same time these two exist, 10 years after the adult AU!

Here they are:

Yes, they managed to grow up, FINALLY! Not sure if they still have their memories or got decommissioned, we'll see.

They're all 20, all still pretty close. Memories or not, they know they are family. They live in Father's old villa, which they inherited. As for what they're doing in their lives (please refer to this for some stuff):

David: studying dancing, especially ballet. He's pretty good and has participated in some plays already;

Constance: studying psychology at university, goes there and comes back everyday;

Lenny: studying science and biology at university, online courses;

Bruce: studying drawing in an online school and already working on a comic with Alessandra;

Alessandra: studying writing in an online school and already working on a comic with Bruce;

This is all I got so far!

OH! Another lil thing: they now all have the surname Uno. :3c

[yandere-wishes]

SWAN SONG (Yan! Baron Von Rothbart x Reader)

𝜗𝜚🦢 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Written in collaboration with my lovely @umgatochamadopercyval ~💝

𝜗𝜚🦢 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Swan Lake Ballet OST

𝜗𝜚🦢 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 One Rothbart on the rocks coming right up

But I love you more than words can say, I'm sorry things ended up this way~💜

He's been trapped in his melancholy lately. Glaring daggers at haughty snowflakes from his frosted study window. The snow, no matter how nostalgic and periodic it may be, fills him with a sense of anguish.

But why the snow? Why the very milieu of his upbringing?"

Oh just cause. Just cause it was snowing when he first caught sight of a peculiar swan down by the lake.

At heart, Rothbart is and always will be a conqueror. It's such a shame that Princess Odette's kingdom had to learn that the hard way. He doesn't regret his decision, doesn't regret the curse. But sometimes, just sometimes in the silent dead of night, he can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe he was a bit too hasty.

Odette may be queen.

The sovereign of the lake.

But there are other swans. Other wedded towed white feathered birds, that shapeshift into pretty girls at night.

Maybe Rothbart was too hasty in picking his obsolete bride.

It's easy to forget a curse when you have enough distractions. It's easy to forget a skinned knee when you're staring at a sunset. Odette calls you angry, delinquent, rebel. Every word that can never be used to describe her. The forest is a landscape under your feet, a haze of greens and whites. The cold bites at your wings, knawing between the feathers.

It's easy to forget a curse when you have enough of a distraction.

There's a piercing clangor that calls for a landing. A loud clamor of something memorable yet foreign. You hear the frightened squeaking of your kind, their screams of terror reverberating through your ears. You glance at the sky as you descend, the sun has all but set you should be regaining your true form soon.

The wood crunches under your toed feet. Your muscles ache in this layout, you roll your shoulders back trying to ergo the tension. You hear the screaming again and run towards the sound.

Don't think, don't dream, just act.

You see the bodies before you notice the men with the guns. Bloodied morbid on the ground, white feathers marred with red. This was to be expected, wasn't it? The noise must have been a gun, a bullet racing through the air. You watch as the men exchange salutes, some descending from their steeds. In the last silver of light, you notice one of the swans twitching, a weak noise emitting from her orange beak.

You rush in, gathering her in your arms. You hear the men scream, holler in surprise at a wild woman appearing from the trees. You don't listen, don't care you just run, run back to the lake.

There's a split second when your mind blanks. The next thing you register is the weight in your hand and then a pained cry that paints you in satisfaction.

It's easy to forget a curse when you have enough distractions.

It's easy to remember a curse when it starts to kill you again.

You meet Rothbart a day after the hunting party. See him descend from the sky in all his fiery glory. He's nothing less of a phoenix, nothing short of frightening. He melts the snow at his feet, turning it into an eerie mist. He's here to check on the queen, to make sure she wasn't the young swan that died. He can not permit her such satisfaction.

Even though you fight with Odette, you love her deep down, if she’s the queen you are her second, brave enough to leave the lake sometimes and live in the wilderness, bringing exotic flowers and trinkets back to the lake. 

That’s one of the reasons that makes you shield her from his looming presence, ready to duel your captor.

“She’s not feeling up to see you, Baron” You block his passage.

The chill should be familiar by now, biting, harsh, but familiar. You shouldn’t shy away from the frost in his eyes. “Your loyalty is commendable, maiden” he all but spat. 

You laugh, truly you think it’s his obsession that’s commendable. Deranged, twisted, malicious, but commendable to some extent.

You stay in a staring contest for some time until the weight of his gaze is too much to hold onto.

“What are you doing here?”

"I was here to see my bride."

"She isn't your bride..." Vemon leaks from between your lips lacing pre-practised words. This has to have been the umpteenth time this conversation has played out. Exact same in every way, with snowflakes descending gingerly upon your head and his icy eyes memorizing your every feature. No doubt to remember who to slaughter later.

"Just bring me-" he's cut short by the loud echo of the gun. The sharp chirp and moans of thousands of rudely awakened birds fleeing into the air.

"They're back" Someone screams and before he knows it the lake is almost desolate. White feathers litter whiter snow, as a group of half-swan, half-girls huddle in a corner whispering machination. Rothbart cringes as he hears Siegfried's name thrown around with zealous hope.

He watches you transform and depart above the canopy.

Hear the gunshots disturbing the moon and stars.

He doesn't wait around to see if you return.

Rothbart knows he isn't lucky enough to witness your demise.

People are stupid that way, aren't they? Believing that ends come so easily? That death is such a deliciously easy thing to hold in the palm of your hand and kiss whenever one pleases. No death is just another hard-earned badge from life. And you, his darling little swan are a little too far from earning such a delectable pleasure.

Rothbart mocks a bow at an inraged Odette. Laughs in a tone too sadistic to name and promises he'll be back. He leaves out the part of just 'who' he'll be back for but he doubts Odette ever pays that much attention to his little speeches. Doubts she caught the little sparkle of wordplay.

He's here again next midnight. Winter coat made of reddening feathers and redder flames still. You turn from your seat on the river rocks. Legs bent as you try to see if you can stand on point with a bullet wound in your thigh. Maybe those showy flames could be useful for once, maybe they could cauterize the wound.

"You do not dance" Rothbart dares to ask. He studies your frame trying to find an imperfection, a sign of last night. You simply sigh tongue in cheek, choking on river air. The younger maidens dance under the moonlight pas de chat's with their arms crossed, they look too serene to be here. Too used to the feathers and beaks. You motion vaguely to your leg, ballet shoe platform flat on the ground. Rothbart knees before you, delicately tracing a warm hand over your powerful legs. Hicking up your tutu ever so slightly. His thumb runs over your thigh pressing gently into the wound. Scratch really, the bullet narrowly missed and yet left too deep a mark. His finger digs deeper and deeper, you stifle an icy moan bubbling in your throat. You throw your head back tenderly as his eyes pierce your neck. Rothbart summons his flames, they burn the scarred tissue and ravage your muscles. You choke on a sob and yet...

You haven't felt this warm in years...

"You see what you've done to us." Odette preaches, she's seated by the river bank. Rothbart tower's over here, eyes glued over her shoulder. Some of the other swans are helping you dance. As if it's such an important thing. As if you need to pirouette and Plié to breathe. "You do not listen, Baron," Odette says, voice low and depleted. "Oh but I do my dear Odette, And I've come to offer aid." The queen snorts, half a honk and half a laugh. "I suppose your aid would be to turn us into carnivorous wolves? To rip and tear these hunters apart."

"Those hunters are royal born. The party is run by a duke's son. I could perhaps persuade his parents that the forest is too dangerous your their wayfarer heir." Odette simply rolls her eyes. "What do you want" she mumbles defeated. Rothbart sucks in a breath, straightens his spine, and watches as Odette flinches at the sound of crackling bone. " I'd like to take one of your swans home with me."

No, the answer had simply been a no. Of course, followed by a slew of vulgar accusations. Ones that Rothbart didn't even know the sweet swan princess Odette would know. "Simply permit (y/n) to keep me company in my castle and I shall free you from this obnoxious threat."

Odette curses again, making sure they hit close to home. The last one is particularly bold. The monster she says and for a split second Rothbart almost feels cruel. In a spiral of flames, he is gone. Leaving Odette to cry, tears melting the snow...

It's a few moons before Rothbart sees you again. He'd been isolating himself in his library, watching the snow and reading poetry he pretended to understand. He'd always thought himself stronger than this. Always invincible.

He hears a tapping at his window, the forest view blocked by the white of a swan's body. Rothbart is quick to jump to his feet, to push the window apart and permit the bird in. It's you, he can tell by the angry way you wobble about his library. He finds it rather cute how you shake your feathers to dry yourself, before curling by the fireplace, glaring daggers at him. Rothbart returns to his seat picking up the ancient book about princesses and genies. He'll have to wait till moonbreak to understand what this is all about.

"I heard your proposal to Odette...I'm here to solidify the deal." You're still curled by the fireplace. Point shoes and feather tutu. He thinks you look quite adorable like this, stubborn little pet. "Does your queen know that you are here?" He asks, the cadence of his voice a little too playful. "Yes does, or well, she will once she reads my note." Rothbart rolles his eyes. " Great, so I should be expecting an army of swans at my door any minute now."

"No" you sign looking out the window with a glint of hope twinkling in your eyes.

"No?" You refuse to elaborate, "Will you save them from the hunters" you finally plead. Rothbart summons you to stand and come forth. He then pulls you onto his lap, fiery lips nipping at your pretty throat. "Yes, I suppose I will."

Your back is to Rothbart's chest as his hands wrap around your waist. Head turned at an odd angle as he kissed you deeply. The letter to Princess Odette and Prince Siegfried's wedding lies on the carpet forgotten. "You little swan" Rothbart breathes between each kiss. You like the lilt of his voice, like tender flames dancing in the hearth.

"May we please go to the wedding." You plead, chasing his lips, desperate for his addictive, acidic taste. "We shall see," he murmurs, pressing stars into your hips. Rothbart, kisses your forehead, relishing in the way you nuzzle into him. Desperate for his warmth, his touch, him...

Maybe he'd been a bit too hasty to offer his heart to Odette.

But then again he had won, his cruelty and depravity had been rewarded with his own little precious swan. His darling lover who tasted of moonlight and Oenothera. You were his, all his, trapped with him forever inside his castle.

Rothbart kisses you again deeply, softly. Savoring your sweet moans between his teeth.

[shadowdaddies]

soo i was wondering if you could write something smutty for ithan holstrom related to the mating bond? if it could include fluff as well it would be awesome 💕

of course love, here's some fluffy smut with newly mated Ithan and reader💜

Better with You

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

Warnings: smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, minors dni

Kicking off your heels, you stumbled through the door and sighed at the relief of taking off your shoes. You padded over to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water as you called out for your mate. “Ithan?” you questioned as you looked around your shared apartment. 

The two of you were newly mated, and the evening you had just spent with Bryce watching Juniper at the ballet was the longest that the two of you had been apart since establishing the bond. You found no trace of Ithan in the apartment, suddenly feeling worried as you sat on the edge of your bed, pulling out your phone to call him.

The phone rang once before the door to the apartment swung open, a sweaty Ithan wearing his running shorts and sneakers scanning the apartment until his eyes locked with yours. His pupils were blown wide, nose flaring as you bit your lip, taking in his physique. 

He crossed the room, meeting you in the doorway to your bedroom as he gripped your waist, kissing you deeply before pulling back, forcing air into his lungs just to breathe, “gods, I missed you so much. I had to go for a run to tire myself out enough, just so I wouldn’t storm into the theatre to find you.” 

Normally, you might have found that amusing, but you understood how Ithan felt completely. From the moment he entered your life, you didn’t know how you lived without him - his kindness and loyalty unlike any you had ever known. It felt as though your soul was tearing at the seams when you were away from Ithan, and when you were with him, you felt a wholeness - a peace you hadn’t realized was possible.

So you grabbed him back, threading your fingers in his hair as you whispered, “you have me now.” He growled, pawing at your dress as he ripped it from your body. You loved seeing this side of him - the predatory grace of a shifter and honed warrior, who knew your body as well as his at this point. 

Ithan kicked off his shoes, running his hands up your naked form as you brought your hands down to his chest, slick with sweat. He grimaced, looking down at your hands as he hummed in thought. A smirk then graced his lips as he looked to you. “Can’t have you getting dirty, too, can we?” Ithan teased as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips as he carried you into the bathroom. You licked and kissed his neck as he moved, him turning on the water for the shower as you eagerly used your feet to shuffle off his pants, grinding against him. 

You moaned against his neck as you licked up, biting his earlobe and whispered, “I like getting dirty with you.” Ithan pushed his way into the shower, setting you down to stand on the tile as he caged you against the wall with his muscular arms. He licked his lips - trailing a finger down your chest, dripping with water from the shower - as he murmured, “but I do enjoy cleaning you up,” and sank to his knees before you.

Ithan lifted your legs over his shoulders, leaning you against the wall as he licked a stripe up your center. You moaned, back bowing against the shower wall as your head spun at the feeling. You didn’t know if it was the mating bond or Ithan’s skill, but sex with him was like nothing you’d experienced before. Regardless of how quick or drawn-out, how rough or soft, it was always making love with him - this electric feeling of being joined with your partner.

Ithan continued his skillful attack on your core, sucking on your clit while he flicked his tongue against you. He brought up a single finger, slowly pumping and curling inside of you as you writhed above him, chanting his name as you begged for more. With a playful lick, Ithan murmured, “my pleasure,” against your clit, the vibration causing you to gasp as he pushed in another finger, curling at a rapid pace. It wasn’t long after that you hit your high, dizzy with pleasure as Ithan stood up wrapping your legs around his hips once more as he kissed you, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

The moment that you came back to your senses, your body ached for more of him, winding your hips against his as he groaned into your open mouth. You guided him to your entrance, his forehead tilted against yours as you whispered, “I love you,” and moaned as he entered you. 

You were both frantic with need as he pounded into you that first round, finally leaving the shower in need of food after the two of you had exhausted yourselves. You ordered a pizza - the two of you cuddling in bed and whispering sweet nothings as you watched the sunball game - until the proximity and warmth of Ithan’s touch set your skin ablaze once more, this time the two of you making love slowly until the pink hues of the sunrise peeked through your window, you finally falling asleep in your mate’s arms.

[applesandbannas747]

Wellllll, I'm looking for some Fence fics, because I'm tired of waiting for canon and don't wanna read those 'canon' (Are they really canon??) novels. Could you help me? Pleaseeee, I'm a desperate starving Fence girlie. Thank you :)

ha! welcome to life in the Fence fandom XD waiting is torturous and you are so much better off not reading the Pacat-endorsed fanfic that is the novels TT.TT

I'll admit that I'm not well-read in Fence fic, only well-written lmfao so I can mostly just point you toward my own fic... in an effort to be more helpful, I've thrown a lot of them into some general categories to help you find something at a glance that might be to your liking!

Getting together nichoji oneshots

The Improper Way to Declare a Race (1.5k)

Roots (3.5k)

Boundaries (4k)

Couldn't Do Better (5k)

Gorgeous (5k)

Out of Style (4k)

(Un)Resolved (3k, set after KR)

Distant (11k, deals with Seiji’s parental relationships)

Bear Hunt (3k)

Only Fools Rush In (2k)

Apology Gifts (12k)

7 Minutes (9k)

Under the Impression (7k)

(April) Fools (9.5k)

Connections (7k)

Sweet Tooth (3.5k)

Rude (7.5k)

Impulse and Consequence (4k)

Domestic fluff nichoji oneshots

Blanket Thief (<1k)

Special Enough (1.5k)

Request or Demand (1.5k)

Nichoji slow burns (50k+)

Dead Hearts (60k, zombie/witch au)

Heartstrings (69k, werewolf/vampire au)

Promised Things (113k, businessman/arranged marriage au)

Are You Sure? (54k, canon setting)

Truths (118k, canon setting)

I want something with build-up but not super long

Of Breaking and Building (14k)

All is Fair in Love and Lies (37k)

Losing (26k)

Can't Get Over You (31k)

In The Bed of The Enemy (18k)

In Reality (38k)

If At First You Don't Succeed (16k)

More (24k)

Teach Me (11k)

I just want them to kiss right tf now

Momentum (2k oneshot, unresolved romance, nick grew up with the costes au)

Fire and Doll (2k oneshot, romance is resolved in part 2, ballet au)

Afraid (5.5k oneshot, technically part 2 in a duology but can stand alone, fae creature/monster hunter au)

Teach Me (11k multi chap)

Are You Sure? (54k multi chap)

Not Quite Right (1k oneshot, unresolved romance)

More (24k multi chap)

Split Lips and Isolated Incidents (7k)

I want some team shenanigans to go with my romance

November (oneshot, established nichoji)

Gorgeous (oneshot, Nichoji romance)

Don’t Tell Coach The Substitute's Dead (oneshot, basically crack, Nichoji preslash)

Bear Hunt (oneshot, nichoji romance)

What Rolls off the Tongue (oneshot, established nichoji)

Sweet Tooth (oneshot, nichoji romance)

TYPO IN THE GROUP CHAT (two-shot, multi-media/text fic, nichoji romance, established Eugesse)

In The Dark (short multi-chap, nichoji romance)

Baby (multi-chap, nichoji romance)

Fantasy/Magic

Kitten (multi chap, animal transformation au, nichoji romance, illustrated by @thestarminstrel)

Dead Hearts (60k multi chap slow burn, zombie/witch au, nichoji romance)

Heartstrings (69k multi chap slowburn, werewolf/vampire au, nichoji au)

Grace (multi chap, my hero academia au, nichoji romance, illustrated by @thestarminstrel)

Counterpart (pair of oneshots, universe swap au, nichoji romance)

Hunter and Beast (pair of oneshots, fae creature/monster hunter au, nichoji romance)

Petals and Blood (oneshot, hanahaki disease au, nichoji romance)

The Secret Fated (20k multi chap, soulmate au, nichoji romance)

Happy reading! I hope you find something you like in there 💜

And consider this an invite for others in the fandom to self-promo or rec fics you love!