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divorceddanneel · 2 years ago
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can you give me a source? ONE legitimate source to back this up?
someone gets told to kill themselves and your response is to immediately talk down to them due to a fictional relationship they ship? honestly hellers truly are the worst and you guys continue to prove that as fact
As much as I loathe interacting with you people, I will do so just this once. I and most other people don't condone shipping incestuous pairings. It doesn't have to be outside the realm of fiction to be considered at least morally questionable. Wincesties have harassed and threatened J2M, their wives and kids, and numerous other fans for years. In fact, they're most often the ones telling people to off themselves. Ask anyone who ships anything other than wincest or non shippers, there are staggering numbers of people who wincest shippers have treated like garbage. The person who said to kys is an asshole and I don't support that shit. But I'm never going to defend wincesties. At least hellers do not condone or claim any so-called fan who threatens anyone or their families. Wincest shippers have time and time again shown they have no respect for the cast and have done some downright psychopathic shit. They are completely shameless in their actions. I refuse to acknowledge their place in this fandom as they sully its name and make it exponentially more toxic for everyone. That being said, I hope you have an otherwise nice day and aren't of the toxic variety that makes up the majority of wincest shippers, but this is the furthest I am willing to interact with them.
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formulawolff · 6 months ago
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✧˖° the little moments - t.w. ✧˖°
pairing: female! driver x toto wolff
summary: after a few weeks of seeing the team principal, you can’t help but post a few snapshots. after all, if no one can tell who he is, it won’t hurt. right?
a/n: i caved. perhaps i will posting some social media au content. i think it really just helps give some visuals since the reader is active on social media! the face claims are from various pinterest photos!
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goldengirl: maybe i’ll just stay here. forever.
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goldengirlforever: RUE, WHEN WAS THIS⁉️
f1fanboy282: and i was just planning our wedding today. smh.
alex_albon: 🤯
lilymhe: you’re telling me this is how we find out???
alex_albon: don’t worry, i’ll get the deets in the paddock for you ASAP
goldengirlforever: alex u rlly slay for that 💅🏻
danielricciardo: oh! 😀
dannyricfanpage: oh shit
f1luvrgirl: wait so ur tellin’ me that isn’t daniel?
danielricciardo: nope! not me!
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goldengirl: y’all are really goin’ feral rn in these comments.
lilymhe: because you’ve never mentioned this mystery man before! 🙄🤚🏻
goldengirl: isn’t this that the sole purpose of a soft launch? 🙄🤚🏻
f1hoetillidie: the girlies are fightinnnn 🍿
lilymhe: i promise we aren’t!!! i love her sm!!! she’s my pookie bear 🫶🏻
alex_albon: @lilymhe i thought i was your pookie bear 😢
lilymhe: @alex_albon ofc you are bby 😽
mercedesgirl172: why does that second pic kind of look like toto wolff….
totoslut: no because you’re right. i know my man & that rlly does look like him.
lewishamiltonfan9282: WAIT—
f1fan1989: they do follow each other…
hastalavistababy: and he liked the post…
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goldengirl added a posted to her story!
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goldengirl: and i will follow you into the dark
vettel08: wait a damn minute 🤨
smootheoperator: HELLO⁉️ mercedes liked the post⁉️
f1fanatic: there are rumors she’s signing with mercedes for 2025 and replacing lewis
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totoswife6272: ISN’T THIS MAN HAPPILY MARRIED? HOW MANY CHAPTERS DID WE MISS?
smoothoperator: fr i need susie to comment on all of this nonsense cause wtf
f1fangirly01: ummm.. he has kids too..
totoswife6272: now we def need susie to make a statement cause wtf
hastalavistababy: bruh someone needs to get this shit to the fia. surely that’s not ok.
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lilymhe: you guys are adorable!!! i wish ppl would just mind their business and be happy for you.
goldengirl: they don’t even know who this man is and they’re threatening to end my career lmfao
lilymhe: gotta love your fans! :’)
goldengirlforever: you guys are so cute!!! and to the rest of you… JAIL! 👹
justaninchident: toto literally just posted his wife & kids a few minutes ago. these ppl are reachinggggg
goldengirlforever: right!!! they’re just jealous or something!
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danielricciardo: as long as you’re happy 🫠
birdsofafeather: oh daniel :(
landonorris: don’t worry danny baby, you still have me <3
landostan4life: LANDO PLS—
alex_albon: when do i get to meet said mystery man? 🤨
goldengirl: one day, i promise
lilymhe: as long as i get to meet him before alex!!
goldengirl: hehehehe okie :)
williamsracing: we would also like to meet this mystery man!! @goldengirl you should bring him to the paddock one day! 👏🏻
alexandrasaintmleux: my heart!!! 🥹
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arcaneauthor · 3 months ago
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changbin version of cute things he does as your bf?
Cute things Changbin does as your bf
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Pairing: Seo Changbin x reader
Warnings: just Binnie being so adorable it’ll make your heart hurt cause you can’t have him irl😔
Tags: established relationship, fluff, like so much fluff
Authors note: ask and you shall receive😌 Also this has been so fun and has really gotten me back into the writing spirit🥰 Pls feel free to send me requests! It helps to keep me motivated!
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Lays his head in your lap while y’all are chilling on the couch
If you tease him a lot (especially if it’s about his height) he just picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “Binnie! Binnie let me down!” “Nope, not until you apologize” but it just ends up with the two of you laughing your heads off.
Likes to go to the gym with you, sometimes he’ll even bench press you instead of weights lol
Does aegyo to try to get his way. “Come on pleaseeeee” *activates bby changbin* “You know that doesn’t work on me” *activates sad bby face* “okay fine”
he jokingly moans and groans when you wear thick soled shoes or heels. “Yah! As if I didn’t look short enough already”
Blushes so hard at pda. Go give him a kiss on the cheek in front of the members if you want to see him turn into a tomato
Although he’s usually very loud, and he still can be sometimes in excitable situations, he’s usually pretty quiet and docile around you. He’s just enjoys the quiet intimacy of just being in your presence. likes to just quietly cuddle with you while listening to you talk about your day.
Gives you massages if you’ve had a hard day. (And why do I feel like they’d be the best massages too) for such a buff man he’s got such a gentle touch
Brings you home flowers a lot. Doesn’t matter how far into the relationship you are or how long you’ve been dating, he’ll always buy you flowers periodically to make you feel special.
Ik I used this for Chan’s but HAND ON THIGH AT ALL TIMES WHILE DRIVING. (Didn’t you see that video where he asked hyunjin to hold his hands cause he didn’t like them feeling empty while driving?)
Gives a bunch of nose kisses
If you two argue he’s always the first to come apologize and want to talk it out. And he’d be such a good listener
Calls you at random times of the day while at work just cause he misses you
If you gush about how good your new book is to him he’ll go buy himself a copy just so the two of you can read it together and have something to talk about/ bond over (as a book fanatic the idea of a man doing this for me is just-🤤)
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quinnyundertow · 3 months ago
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Picking up the Pieces
For my bby Choso
MANGA SPOILERS BELOW
Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort
1,800 Words
Summary:
The fight with Sukuna has finally ended. Before he’s wisked off the battlefield the boy named Yuji begs you to try and save what’s left of his older brother.
AN:
I have been drowning in writers block. The manga has me so damn depressed and the one I want to live most right now is our baby Choso. He deserves to live that domestic life he never got to feel. Best big brother ever.
Picking up the Pieces
Choso had thought for sure he had died. No he definitely died. He had protected his little brother with his life. There wasn’t a more noble way to die. Now his brother would have the chance to thrive and grow old. Find a first love, have his first kiss, buy his first home. Have children that would have called him uncle Chocho. Never mind that Choso never had the chance to do any of those things either. Yuji would have the chance that he never did; and that made it all worthwhile.
“I’ve got you, just hold on.” Someone is talking to him. The voice is what he imagines angels sound like. Do curses get to go to heaven? Maybe death won’t be so bad. “Don’t you dare die on me.”
He’s so tired. More tired than he’s ever been in his existence. A part of him is annoyed you keep shaking him awake. Just let him rest for a minute. “Yuji needs you, so you can’t give up yet.”
Yuji? Who’s Yuji and why did he-? Yuji. Yuji! He takes a gasping breath in as his chest keeps getting harshly pushed on. He doesn’t know what CPR is but it’s painful. You keep pushing against his broken ribs. Don’t you know that’s excruciating? Wait, what about Yuji? “Yuji?” The words come out strangled and almost too low to hear.
“Holy shit you’re alive.” Your voice breaks with a mixture of relief and joy. “We're not out of the woods yet but damn it but we’ll get there!”
He tries to ask for Yuji again but all that escapes is a hacking cough from all the smoke he inhaled during his fight with Sukuna.
Thankfully, you somehow manage to understand and respond accordingly, “Oh, right. Yeah, Yuji is okay. Better than okay. Well I mean they rushed him to Shoko, our healer, but he’s gonna be okay. He’s not a vessel anymore. They won. I don’t know how they pulled it off but they won.”
The wave of relief that washes over him is visible. Your voice is coming in a little panicked now, “Woah, woah, woah! Nope! Yuji is okay but he still needs you. When they rushed him off he was asking for you. He begged me to save you. Said you’re the best big brother in the world.” Your tone warbles and his face feels wet. At least he thinks it does. Are you crying? Why are you crying? He’s a curse. You’re presumably one of Yuji’s companions, a sorcerer. Shouldn’t you want him dead? He’s straining to try and make out your features but you look like a shadow on a curtain or static on a tv. Are his eyes even open? Does it matter? He feels so nice, so warm. You’re cradling him and he can’t help but wonder if this is what his mothers love would have felt like. If his father wasn’t a rapist and if he hadn’t been born a monster.
“Shit, shit, shit. I’m losing him again!” Your voice is shrill and screaming as you wake him up again. You’re yelling names he doesn’t know, “Nitta! Nitta!” The sound is fading out. He can’t hear anything now. That’s alright. It’s perfect to go back to sleep to. He’s so warm and lovingly held. Just a little nap, well..maybe a long one. A nice long sleep.
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“I’ve got you, just hold on.” Your fingers keep slipping as you’re trying to do chest compressions. There’s just so much blood. The entire area reeks of it. Blood, smoke, dust. Smells of a battlefield. His pulse is so slow you’re not sure if it’s stopped or not. “Don’t you dare die on me.” This was bad. The worst you’ve ever seen. His body is so burnt and mutilated at this point he isn’t able to regenerate like a curse normally would. You try to infuse him with your cursed energy but it’s like his body doesn’t know what to do with it. It’s trying to shut down and you’re here telling it to work harder.
You can’t give up though. You’ve barely met the man in front of you but you know Yuji. As Shoko rushed Yuji off the battlefield his eyes had met yours. Choso’s name on his lips, his eyes a plea. “Please, Cho- tell him he’s the best big brother I could have asked for.”
The pain in Yuji’s eyes had been so raw. So visceral. Not even knowing what you were agreeing to you had yelled to Yuji, “I’ll do everything I can!”
So here you are. You aren’t sure if your reverse curse is even doing anything at this point. There are so many disconnected pieces of tissue. Blood vessels and veins so destroyed there is nothing left to repair. Nowhere for your technique to start. You can’t create something from nothing. He’s not breathing. Chest compressions. You’re throwing all the strength you have left into them. You vaguely remember someone saying you should push to the beat of “Staying Alive”. The song feels inappropriate in your head but it helps your timing. At least you hope it does.
The curse lying on the ground has given everything for his brother. Now you need him to live for himself. Grunting with exertion you manage to say, “Yuji needs you, so you can’t give up yet.”
When the corpse in front of you gasps you’re momentarily stunned. When are you supposed to stop chest compressions? Now? He’s hacking and you're trying to help him clear his airway. You're shocked he has an airway. Sukuna had practically obliterated him with flames. His lips are moving. You feel your cursed energy finally managed to find something inside of him it can work with.
Hands under his underarms, you pull. He’s not as heavy as you expected. Of course he isn't, he doesn't have anything left below the knees. You’ve managed to get his head resting on your thighs as you sit in the crumbling city turned battleground. He manages to croak out one word. “Yuji?” The word comes out strangled and almost too low to hear.
“Holy shit you’re alive.” Your voice breaks with a mixture of relief and joy. He would ask about his brother when he’s the one who is holding on by a thread. “We're not out of the woods yet but damn it we’ll get there!”
He’s giving this terrifying sounding cough that’s more liquid than air; but to cough means he has something there to cough with. His eyes open and his pupils are unfocused and blown. They don’t respond at all to light.
His brows are furrowing in panic when you don’t immediately respond, “Oh, right. Yeah, Yuji is okay. Better than okay. Well I mean they rushed him to Shoko, our healer but he’s gonna be okay. He’s not a vessel anymore. They won. I don’t know how they pulled it off but they won.”
His lip somehow manages to curl into a hint of a smile. He must not be able to feel any pain due to all the adrenaline. He’s relaxing against you and his eyes are closing. “Woah, woah, woah! Nope! Yuji is okay but he still needs you. When they rushed him off he was asking for you. He begged me to save you. Said you’re the best big brother in the world.” Your tone warbles and you’re yelling at yourself to hold it together. Tears fall from your visage on to his. You want to at least comfort him in his potential final moments.
Your hands go to rest on his cheeks. Your fingers lightly caressing him as you continue to give everything you have left in yourself to heal him. You brush his dark sweaty bangs off his forehead. His eyes open partially again staring into the sky. He’s rejecting your cursed energy again. “Shit, shit, shit. I’m losing him again!” You have to make an executive decision. You had been trying to give him the strength to kickstart his own regenerative capabilities but there’s not enough energy in him anymore to utilize it. You have to stop the bleeding. You have to sacrifice his legs below the knee if he’s going to survive. Rather than regrow the limbs like he normally would you focus purely on closing every open wound you can find. FUCK. Where is Shoko? Where is Arata Nitta? Someone? Anyone? There are too many wounded and dying. Not enough healers. Never enough healers.
A streak of platinum blonde hair in the distance catches your gaze, “Nitta! Nitta!” He was one of your underclassmen before you graduated. The Kyoto school is small enough to where everyone knows everyone. Nita’s looking for you in the rubble, unable to tell where your voice is coming from at first. “Arata!” His eyes lock on yours and he’s sprinting through the chaos. He looks like a track star the way he’s jumping building detritus like they’re hurdles.
He’s leaning over you trying to find where you are bleeding from but it’s all Choso’s blood. At least you think it is. “Can you help him?” Nitta’s face jerks down to what he had thought was a corpse in your arms.
He’s shaking his head no but he’s doing the movements for his technique. It won’t heal the curse hybrid but it will buy him time and at this point you’ll take anything you can get.
There’s a sharp tug in your gut as your cursed energy feels like it’s suddenly being siphoned out of you. You originally couldn’t find any of Choso’s energy to help him. Now large lifesaving gulps of your cursed energy flow into the man fighting for his life on your lap. You gasp in pain as you try to limit the amount of energy you are giving out at once. Choso’s not even conscious but instinctually his body is struggling like it’s drowning and you're the life preserver.
Nitta looks panicked, “He’s going to kill you!” You can’t afford to pass out now there are so many more people that need healing. Choso is unconsciously pulling you under with him. “This is a curse. It feeds off our kind. He’ll take from you until there’s nothing left.”
Shit. You feel like you’re going to faint. Choso’s eyelids are fluttering, they open as if seeing you for the first time. He’s clearly still delirious as his onyx eyes look at you confused. You visibly flinch, a groan in pain leaving you as he takes more of your energy. Understanding clicks in his brain and the rapid siphoning of your energy abruptly stops. Nitta is calling your name.
Nitta tries to pull you away from Choso so he can’t cling to your energy again, but you refuse to budge. You're not sure if Choso is even conscious despite his eyes jerkily roaming your face. Caressing Choso’s brow, you lean over him. Your lips are near his ear as you murmur comforting words. “I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.”
Chapter 2
AN:
If people want more I’ll continue. It just flowed out so here it is. Please don’t comment if you don’t have anything nice to say.
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raccoonsandrangoons · 8 months ago
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Rick Grimes NSFW Alphabet
Just a little something I whipped up for a friend ✨💛
✨ pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader
✨ warnings: NSFW (smut)
✨ A/N: honestly for a Daryl girlie myself, it was a lot easier to write HCs for Rick 🤣
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A - Aftercare
A King. He’s 100% for a cuddle. He’s like a baby; he needs skin to skin, even if it’s just holding your hand
B - Body (his favorite part)
Ass. He’s all about that ass. He’s gonna say he loves all parts of you (and it’s true), but he’s got a weakness for your ass. He can’t help but stare as you’re walking away.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum)
He knows that protection is a rare commodity in these times. If he could finish inside, best believe he’s going to, but he doesn’t not like the look of you covered in his cum.
D - Dirty Little Secret (what’s he hiding 🤭)
He doesn’t have any dirty secrets, but he does keep his feelings for you suppressed as long as possible, especially if you’re significantly younger than him
E - Experience
He’s a fairly experienced guy. Kinda. He’s not a virgin by any means, he’s got kids. But he’s only been with 2-3 people at most.
F - Favorite Position
Classic missionary bby. He wants to see your face.
G - Goofy?
He’s fairly serious, but if something funny happens, like you slip while trying to switch positions, he’ll let out a little giggle.
H - Hair
It’s the apocalypse. How do you think grooming goes? Once he’s in the Alexandria safe haven, he’ll keep himself trimmed up. As for you, he doesn’t care at all. It’s your body and it’s whatever you say.
I - Intimacy
He is very sweet and intimate. He loves showering together. It’s his favorite form of intimacy, whether it leads to sex or not. He loves when you wash his back, and he loves when washing your hair and giving you a nice scalp massage.
J - Jorkin’ It
For stress relief, and definitely before y’all get together. But once you’re together, he’d rather just go straight to you
K - Kinks
He’s a fairly vanilla guy, but he’s not opposed to spanking, roughhousing a little. Maybe you can convince him to role play a little in his uniform.
L - Location
He prefers at home. He’s not a risky man as it is and he doesn’t want to risk being caught. It’s motivated by respect for you.
M - Motivations (turn ons)
Anything you do. He throws his all into everything and he is all about you.
N - NOs
Nothing that can put you in danger. Nothing restraining for either of you
O - Oral
Giving and receiving. He loves it. He’s all for it. He always says “baby you don’t have to”, when you get on your knees but you both know he wants it and he is more than happy to reciprocate.
P — Pace
Soft, slow, and sensual. He comes from a place of love and respect, and he’s going to take his time with you.
Q — Quickies?
If he has to. In the beginning, maybe that’s all you had.
In Alexandria, if you get enough in him to drink at a party, rile him up enough, he’ll pull you into a corner for a make out session and then tell you to meet him at home in 10 minutes.
R — Risky?
Nope. He’s not risky at all. He’s pulling out. He’s making sure no one is around.
S — Stamina
He can go a few rounds, for sure. But he is climbing in age, so
T — Toys
Hard to come by in the apocalypse, but in a situation where it’s available, he sees your toys as his teammates.
U — Unfair
He can be a bit of a tease when you start developing a more domestic relationship. A slide of his hand down your back, a quick squeeze of your ass (he can’t help it).
V — Volume
He’s not super loud, but he’s vocal. A lot of “That’s it”, “feels so good”; etc.
W — Wildcard (dealer’s choice hc)
I think he’s jealous. He knows you’re a helpful person and he knows others are drawn to you. He can’t help but feel a little jealous. And boy does he love when you get jealous. He loves being able to tease you when you’re jealous.
X — X-ray
He’s packing. Nothing extraordinary, but you’ll giggle with the girls over tea, as respectfully as possible. He is shy, ya know.
Y — Yearning
He’s a yearning man. He’s not a desperate type of needy, but he will tug at your clothes as he holds you from behind and whisper “need you”
Z — ZZZ
He definitely wants to sleep after, which is why he doesn’t really like doing it anywhere but home.
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happeehippie · 3 months ago
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instagram j.b.
Summary: follow along with joe and his wife evie as they go through his football career.
*face claim is yasmin quintana*
series masterlist
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joeyb_9: my first dump
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sam_hubbard_: excellent
charmin: First dump huh, we got you covered. 🤝
> evie: ohhh. this is crazyyyy! 🤣
user: I LOVE THIS POST
evie: big dumps only. make sure you wash your hands after.
> joeyb_9: if there’s one thing i’m good at it’s post dump hygiene.
user: the arms?????
user: chess king
evie
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evie: like we were in paris..
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user: i’m obsessed with you guys
millyg: i double tapped every pic bc well i love you
> evie: not the triple double tap!!! 💗💗
user: do you follow him everywhere
> evie: he typically goes to football practice alone.. so nope.
joeyb_9: i was taken by the view..
> evie: careful jb your swiftie is showing.
> user: it’s okay ev, we already know he secretly loves her.
> joeyb_9: i only know the words because evangeline has listened to it no less than 500 times since we landed..
user: does joe always have to make an appearance in your posts?
> evie: i mean.. he’s like.. idk.. my husband??
user: yes yes yes
> evie: xoxo
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joeyb_9: with @voguemagazine doing some new things
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nfl: 🔥🔥🔥
user: gosh i love u
evie: babe literally who gave you the right
obj: Brrrrrrrddddd
user: @evie tell us the tea.. did he have the bracelets on under the suit?
> evie: 👀
user: joey you know exactly what you’re doing
> evie: yes, he does.
user: this is great on so many levels
user: very chic joe!
user: MY MY MY WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE
> evie: a major hottie
user: ev how do you handle the epic levels of thirst under joes posts?
> evie: i just can’t really blame anyone.. i mean 🥵
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evie: pasta 10/10
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user: you are perfect
millyg: MRS worldwide
> evie: angel face.. come see me soon.
user: eating good huh?
> evie: eating GREAT actually
joeyb_9: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨
> evie: lovie 💗
user: i remember when you used to do lives eating mcdonald’s in bed, now you’re eating pasta in paris!!
> evie: dreams really do come true..
> user: don’t act like you got yourself here, you’ve been piggy backing off joe for years.
> evie: yes, i’ve been using my HUSBAND for years to get rich and famous (even though when we started dating he was a backup qb). go to therapy.
> user: eat them up bby.
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evie: i’m so in love that i might stop breathing
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millyg: damn near 10 years together and you’re sooo obsessed with each other. it’s sick.. and precious.
> evie: quit being so jealous mills. you know i love you too.
user: i am SOBBING
> evie: me. too.
user: i want to be you when i grow up
user: happy sunday, you deserve this love.
> evie: i’ll do everything in my power to make sure i keep deserving it.
joeyb_9: forever and ever x
> evie: never gonna change. 💗
lahjay10_: oh burrow is going to be obsessing over this
> user: @ all the people who complain about her posting him too much. he loves it shut up.
> evie: you said it 😅
evie’s stories:
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*tell a friend to tell a friend…. she’s baaaaack!!! i just couldn’t stay away from evie for long, idk how often i’ll update these throughout the season but they will be coming sporadically. meanwhile, send requests!
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mimiii-3 · 1 year ago
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Twst boys react to an insecure reader
Note/warning: gn reader, slight angst, self deprecating language, comfort, fluff
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Ace
You: I’m hoping this scar oil can help fade my stretch marks.
• protests immediately
• probably starts screaming hysterically
• ‘no no no this can’t be!’
• this man love LOVES you
• that includes all of your stretch marks
• he’s always loved your many stretch marks no matter where they are on your body
• your hip, thigh, and butt stretch marks drive him bonkers
• he kept it a secret because he didn’t want you getting creeped out by him
• but now he wishes he had told you every loving thought that crossed his mind about your stretch marks
• he would rather die than ever let you get rid of them
“Babe, I love your tiger stripes. I swear I will tie myself to you if you even THINK about trying to fade them.”
Leona
You: Maybe I should try and find a way to get rid of these love handles…
• this lazy boy is about to start a riot
• he WILL overblot if you even try to get rid of them
• that’s like him saying he wants to try and get rid of his gorgeous mane - it doesn’t make any sense
• he finds your love handles incredibly useful
• whenever y’all cuddle, his hands are glued to your love handles
• gripping and massaging them is his favorite past time
• he is convinced that holding your love handles improves his mental health
• he grabs you and pulls you into bed with him
• he slinks down and starts to kiss your love handles (and occasionally nips them with his teeth)
• he looks up at you and let’s out a light growl
“Nope. I don’t give you permission to get rid of MY love handles. Yes, mine. Every single part of you belongs to me.”
Deuce
You: I’m going to have to toss this shirt. It’s super cute but I hate the way it accentuates my tummy rolls.
• this poor bby is deeply disturbed
• his soulmate hates themself??? (Yes, he knows you’re his soulmate. Y’all are meant to be together forever)
• you legitimately made his heart hurt
• one of his favorite physical features of yours is your tummy rolls
• he shuffles over to you standing in front of the mirror
• he wraps his arm around your torso and rests his hand on your tummy
• kisses the back of your neck while he rubs your tummy rolls
• you’ve grown completely flustered, surprised by Deuce’s sudden onslaught of affection
• you ask him what’s wrong but he just stays quiet
• after a few minutes of begging him to say something, he looks up at you through the reflection in the mirror
• his eyes are watery and his lip trembles as he begins to talk
“Please don’t say stuff like that. I like this shirt and I like your tummy rolls. I’m gonna show you how beautiful you are, no matter how long it takes.”
Ruggie
You: Your teeth are so perfect Ruggie. It’s hard not to compare them to mine. I wish my teeth looked more like yours with no gap whatsoever.
• he’s completely thrown off
• you think his teeth are perfect? Wait. You don’t like your teeth???
• but he loves your cute gap
• starts putting the pieces together and realizes that recently you’ve been covering your mouth when you smile
• how could he not have noticed this sooner?
• mentally hitting himself for letting your negative feelings go unnoticed
• wracks his brain for a temporary solution
• let’s out a disgruntled sigh before pulling you to him by your collar
• maybe a steamy make out sesh will do the trick
• leaves you an out-of-breath mess
• leans back and gives you a mischievous smirk
“You think my teeth are perfect? Well you’re perfect. Which means that your teeth, including my favorite gap, are perfect. If your brain starts producing those negative thoughts again then I guess I’ll have to kiss em out of you.”
Malleus
You: God I hate my cellulite. It makes me look so ugly.
• he has gone completely silent
• the way he’s staring at you is haunting
• he probably doesn’t even know what/where cellulite is
• all he can think about is the fact you said it makes you look ugly
• to find out that the love of his life hates an aspect of themself is numbing
• ‘what do you mean you hate your cellulite? Show me.’
• you show him the cellulite on your legs
• now he’s really confused as to why you don’t like it
• he thinks it makes your legs look like they have dimples
• Malleus proceeds to get down on one knee
• his slender hand grabs you right leg and holds it in place
• he litters kisses all over your cellulite
“I do not appreciate the way you talk about my heart and soul. You look stunning. Always. That includes this cellulite you seem to hate so much.”
. . .
Note: how malleus was staring at you after you said you hate your cellulite:
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anonymouse5 · 7 months ago
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could you do a james potter X misophonia!reader
i have misophonia and have been struggling recently due to it,
if your not sure on what it is it’s where certain sounds trigger you, for example eating or pens tapping. Maybe a fic where he comfort her, normally when i’m triggered i either end up crying and walking away form the situation or i flip out at whoever is triggering me
ITS okay if not !! THANKYOU BBY
hey, sorry this took me so long to get to! writing this was an interesting experience. not sure if i want to do reader fics often but i'm not fully opposed to them either? anyway, i hope this brings you some comfort and is accurate(ish?) to your experience :)) sending lots of love <3
(feel free to send more requests if you like this!) (also feel free to send feedback!)
here you go:
Hogwarts had been busier than usual today. If you had been at home, maybe you would’ve just slipped on some noise cancelling headphones. But that isn’t really an option here, so you deal with it the best you can, hiding it out in your dorm on most days. Again, not an option today. You had way too many classes and clubs to go to. In the few minutes between, you go to the library. It literally has to be quiet there, right?
Of course, this is the one day James Potter and his friends finally decide to study (for once in their lives). You’re friends with Remus, and he seems alright. James— well, you try not to think too much about James. Thankfully, they aren’t making much noise, probably already having gotten a warning from Madam Pince.
It’s alright for a few minutes. But then you hear someone’s wand—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
You look over to the boys’ table. James, looking extremely focused, is tapping his wand on the edge of the table. He does look really busy. Maybe he’ll quit in a minute.
Nope. It just gets worse.
You feel a pressure in your head every time he taps his wand until it gets overwhelming. And then you snap.
“James, would you stop that?” you whisper-shout at him.
But you know it’s useless. You can’t study anymore anyway; you’re too overwhelmed. You pack your things and leave. You don’t notice James following after you until you’re outside the library and hear him shout after you.
“Wait,” he calls.
Despite yourself, you turn to him.
“Did I do something wrong?” James asks.
You bite back your immediate “yes”.
“The tapping was bothering me. It’s not your fault, though. I just—” you trail off, afraid he’ll laugh at you.
He’s got this weird look on his face, like he might.
“Remus hates it when I ‘chew loudly’,” James says. “Is it like that?”
“I guess? Listen, James, I just really want to be left alone right now.” You sigh.
“Ok, but before you leave— I think I might have a spell for you. We can go somewhere quieter?” James offers.
Reluctantly, you agree. James takes you to a spot on the Hogwarts grounds you haven’t seen yet. It’s a nice spot beneath a tree, with just bare grass and flowers blooming. You both sit down, and James points his wand at you.
“Woah, what’re you doing?” you shout.
“Just trust me,” James says.
You almost point out the obvious dangers of pointing a wand at someone’s head, but James seems so sincere and like maybe he’s done this before, so you let him.
He mumbles a spell and waves his wand in an unfamiliar pattern. Suddenly, it feels like your wearing your favorite noise-cancelling headphones, but so much better. You can’t even hear the light buzzing that you normally do.
“You have to teach me this spell,” you say enthusiastically.
The spell makes it a whisper to you, but the way James scrunches up his face tells you that maybe you were a bit loud.
“It worked then?” he asks.
You give him a thumbs up.
He takes out a piece of parchment and a quill and writes something down:
You know, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while. Go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?
There’s two checkboxes underneath: yes or YES
You smile and check the YES box, adding a smiley face next to it.
The two of you sit at the peaceful spot until the sun starts to go down. You start to come with him here often, and he teaches you the spell right after your Hogsmeade date.
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casuallycryingoverbooks · 7 months ago
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Okay so after kind of a long break cuz i felt like i burned through most of season 8 waiting for Mulder to get back i just started watching s08e19 Alone. Here are my thoughts
Aaaaahhhhh i love Dogget he’s grown on me so much. He and Scully actually care about each other as friends
Mulder taking an active role in Scully’s pregnancy after being justifiably distant since he’d been returned makes me melt
“Agent doggets a big boy, he can tale care of himself. You have to worry about the little boy. Little girl? Little boy? Or little girl?” AH BARK BARK
No dogget’s spent too much time with Scully he’s touching unidentified goup with his bare hands
Dad!skinner telling Scully she’s not aloud into the office. Skinner acting like Mulder and Scully are the two children he never wanted but begrudgingly loves anyway is my everything
Scully you should mot be autopsying that body and everyone knows it except for you apparently and btw put a goddamn mask on
Mulder is concerned about his son and his wife, partner (girl?) friend more than any x-file
When tf was it confirmed that the baby is mulder’s?
I was so distracted by Mulder and Scully I forgot 8 was supposed to be worried about Dogget what’s going on
When x-files agents drop random history lessons>>> please tell me more about the prohibition
Skinner: mulder your not supposed to be out here. Mulder does what mulder wants
A “walk in the woods” or “nice trip to the forest” has never gone well for this man
“I didn’t catch a name agent-“ “kersh.” HAHAHAHA agent mulder is not a field agent but he doesn’t have to be if he’s not agent Mulder
Mulder looks really good in this episode
Nah dog (random evil biologist guy) get away from my new son (dogget)
Agent Harrison pisses me off, girl no way you read all the reports and went “i wanna do that!!!” And THEN you were freaked out. Like do i love the xfiles? Yeah! Is a career path im considering with an intelligence agency like the fbi? Yeah. Would i ever want to work on an xfile if they were real? Nope nope nope
MULDER SCULLY FACETIME CALLS ARE BACK HELLLLLLL YEAHHHHH
Skinner reprimanding Mulder is back can i get a waahooo?
“You re-gifted my apollo medallion” yes and i wish she fucking didn’t
ENZYMES THOSE ARE ENZYMES (ha, i was right)
“Talk about the blind leading the blind” man-
Rut row raggy
Yes, let’s shoot a firearm when we can’t see anything! That’s a really good idea!
Bad mulder! That is not something we say and then hang up on our wife, partner (girl?) friend
That is a big fucking lizard and I’m getting the feeling i was already supposed to know about it but wasn’t paying attention
Mulder bby they are not your colleagues you are unemployed
“It’s alright, it’s just me” Ahhhh soft dogget
Can Dogget and Mulder be bros please
Mulder you absolutely fucking moron ❤️❤️❤️
“Aim at me” “No!!! I’ll shoot you” “your not gonna shoot me”x4 Haha i cant believe that fucking worked
MULDERS HAND ON SCULLYS BACK AAAAH
Mulder giving Dogget the medallion ahhhhh
I’m very articulate rn
She’s such a fan hahaha
“It was never actually proven it was a spaceship-“ “it wasn’t?” + more bickering “you were frozen and then I hugged you untill you were not frozen anymore” THATS CANON NOW
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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 2 years ago
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Sorry for anon, way too chicken too send ya this off anon haha.
Anyways, love how u write eddie and saw that you need some soft reqs? I need sum of that sugar, but can’t write for shit so I thought ’this must be faith’
Back to the point; how abt Eddie asking his s/o if they’ve eaten? Or if they’ve brushed their teeth? Because he knows his bby forgets to do shit like that and it always bites em’ in the ass. I feel like he’s the type to take of his s/o s makeup if they’ve fallen asleep.
Or or; ’reader’ falls asleep as eddie hums and plays with their hair. Just straight up falls asleep in his lap like a cat and makes content sighs.
Cheers!
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I've Got You (Eddie Munson x Reader)
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Summary - When you come home after a stressful day at work, Eddie does his best to help comfort you and tend to your needs. That night, when you can't sleep, he does something special <3
Content Warnings - Fluff, swearing, reader is stressed, reader has insomnia, mentions of food, crying.
Word Count - 1.8k
A/N - Anon, thank you for this lovely request. This is one of the most wholesome fics I've ever written, and I loved every second of it 💗 Enjoy ~
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6:30am. Your eyes fluttered open with a sigh, as you anticipated the long day ahead of you. Your job was tough, and today was no exception as you geared up for a 10 hour shift.
After a quick shower, a brush of makeup, and a spritz of perfume, you were ready to head out and face the day. Your boyfriend, Eddie, was still sound asleep in your cosy double bed, mouth slightly agape as his arms now stretched over the empty half of the mattress. It took all of your willpower not to climb back in beside him, curling up to his slim form. Treading carefully, you kissed his forehead lightly before quietly heading for the door.
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Tired was an understatement. As you arrived home, you were absolutely shattered. Drained and exhausted, you flopped onto the sofa and breathed a long exhale, processing the stressful day you had just suffered.
"Ah! My sweetheart is home!" A familiar low voice from the kitchen snapped you from your thoughts, as you looked up to see Eddie coming towards you with a smile, his arms out stretched to greet you. Throwing yourself into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing a sigh of relief that after a long day, you were home with your lover.
"Hey, Y/N, are you okay babe?" Your boyfriend asked, his tone laced with concern as he squeezed you tighter.
You hesitated, before nodding you head slowly, not quite ready to admit your emotional state.
"Nope. Nuh uh." Eddie huffed as he pulled away from the hug, his strong hands on your shoulders as he set his gaze on yours. "You're not okay. Please, be honest with me sweetheart."
Your boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand. He could tell, you were stressed. From the moment you stepped foot into the house and quite literally collapsed into his arms, he knew. He always knew. And he wasn't prepared to walk away until you let him in.
"Uh, I'm okay Eddie, honestly I'm f-fine." You stated, your tone melancholy as you dropped your eyes to the floor.
"Y/N." His voice was sincere. "Look at me beautiful, look at me."
The brunette placed a slender finger under your chin, gently tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze once more. He smiled; a tight-lipped, soft, compassionate smile.
"I'm sorry Eddie. To be honest, i've had the worst day." You admitted. Finally, with the support of your boyfriend, you felt comfortable airing your hardships. He truly was your safe space. "It's just, everything went wrong and I was so busy, I feel tired and I just want to scream and -"
Your voice broke before you could finish. Tears welled in your eyes, as your lip quivered in a mixture of frustration and exhaustion. Eddie's face dropped as you buckled, his instinct to hold you tight and kiss the pain away.
"Oh sweetheart" Pulling you in, Eddie's long arms cradled you softly, smoothing your hair with his fingers as you laid your forehead against the fabric of his t-shirt. "It's okay. It's okay princess. It's over now, you're home and you're safe."
Relief washed over you, tears streaming down your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. As your boyfriend rubbed circles on your back, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. He really knew how to comfort you.
Wiping your face with a sniffle, you tilted your head slightly upwards to lock eyes with your partner. You cracked a small smile of appreciation, hoping your face could speak what your voice couldn't.
"I know." Stroking your jaw with his thumb, he leaned in to kiss your tear stained cheek. "I know, love."
You stood in each others embrace for a passing moment, cherishing this solace, before Eddie broke the silence.
"Did you manage to catch a break today?"
"Um, no actually. I was so busy, I worked the full shift."
"Oh love. I'm sorry, no wonder you're so drained."
"It's okay, babe. There's nothing I can do about it..." You breathed; a defeated, quiet murmur.
"Oh!" You heard Eddie inhale sharply, almost a gasp, as if he was experiencing a 'light bulb' moment. "Come here sweetheart."
Gently taking your hand in his, Eddie guided you towards the cozy armchair facing the television. Patting the seat, he motioned for you to sit down.
"That's my girl. You've been on your feet all day. Take a rest now my angel."
Leaning over you, Eddie reached for the remote, kissing the top of your hair in the process, before switching the channel to your favourite programme. "How's that for you?"
"Mhm. Good. Thank you baby, you're so good to me." You assured, smiling into your partners deep brown gaze.
But Eddie didn't smile back. The brunette furrowed his brows, lips pressed together, watching you with concern.
"Relax for me sweetheart, please?" Your boyfriend asked, doe eyed.
"I- I am relaxed Eddie. I feel really relaxe-" Eddie cut you off before you could finish your sentence, placing a delicate finger against your lips. You could feel the metal of his rings against your mouth, as he quite literally shushed you.
"You're not relaxed, love. You're tense, you're still stressed. Can I help you, Y/N?" He asked, though you knew it was more of a statement than a question.
Walking around you, Eddie stood behind your chair and placed his firm hands on your upper back.
"You're not even sitting back into the cushions, lovey. Come on, lay back and let me work my magic eh?" He whispered close to your ear, earning a giggle from your previously tight, dry lips.
Taking a deep breath, you allowed your body to sink into the fabric of the chair, whilst Eddie began lightly massaging your back and shoulders. In an instant, you felt the negative memories of the day fade away. In that moment, all you could focus on was your man's perfect, cathartic, oh so familiar touch.
Noticing your newfound sense of reprieve, Eddie began kneading your taught skin with a little more pressure, invoking a sigh of pleasure as he hit those tough knots.
"Oh my God, Eddie... this feels amazing" You gushed, tilting your head back in relief.
Humming contently against your hair, he continued to work his guitarist fingers over your tight muscles. You couldn't see him, but you could feel his smirk as he watched you fall further and further into bliss. All because of him.
"Sweetheart" He cleared his throat. "Have you eaten?"
Shit. You cast your eyes over to the sofa, the contents of your work bag spilling onto the fabric, having being tossed in frustration when you arrived home. Peeking out of the front pocket; your lunch box.
"Ah. Um, no I haven't. I was too busy unfortunately..." Your voice trailed off into a quiet mumble of disappointment, as you once again recalled your day from hell. At the thought of food, the sudden onset of hunger pains were enough to remind you of your chaotic shift.
Sighing wistfully, your boyfriend placed a hand on yours, squeezing your thumb around his caring touch. It felt reassuring. It felt kind.
"It's okay love, I know you've had an awful day."
Suddenly, spinning round on his heals, Eddie padded towards your kitchen, a plan forming in his beautiful brain. "Stay there and relax princess, I'll be back in a quick minute!"
And he was. No more than a few minutes later, your boyfriend emerged from the kitchen with a sandwich, fries, and a glass of soda. "Bettin you didn't drink anything today either huh?" He remarked with a smirk. "Bon appetite angel. Made with love, for my love." He bantered, with a cheeky grin.
As you tucked into your wholesome meal, you noticed that on the side of the plate, Eddie had even made sure to include a dash of your favourite dipping sauce in the shape of a heart. Your own heart fluttered, and you pulled your lover for a sweet kiss, softly pressing your lips against his own.
"Oh I could never get tired of your mouth Y/N, you're killing me!" Eddie remarked dramatically, punching a fist to his chest.
Giggling at your hopeless romantic of a boyfriend, you patted the chair next to you, hoping he would join you as you cherished your overdue lunch.
"My love, you never need to ask..."
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In the pitch black of your bedroom, you listened to the sounds of your boyfriends snores beside you, as you lay on your back, staring up into nothing. You rolled over and checked your phone.
2am.
This was ridiculous, you needed to sleep. But your mind was too loud. You couldn't shut it off. Everytime you closed your eyes, memories of your stressful day played on repeat. So you lay, bloodshot eyes wide open, waiting for daybreak.
Your movements must have stirred the your sleeping partner, as he rolled over to face you, switching on the bedside lamp.
Rubbing his eyes, dazed and fatigued, Eddie sat up to face you. "Sweetheart, why are you still up?"
"Just thinking Eds. Can't switch my brain off..."
The warm yellow glow from the lamp illuminated Eddie's features. In the soft light, his curly hair fell haphazardly in front of his face, and he frowned slightly as he listened to your words.
"Hey, it's okay princess. Come here." Beckoning you to his lap, your boyfriend stroked your hair softly as you rested your head on his crossed legs. Reaching down beside the bed with his free hand, he produced a brown acoustic guitar, one of Eddie's newest purchases.
"Baby, what are you d-"
"I've got you, Y/N. Shut your eyes for me sweetheart."
As your eyelids fluttered closed, you breathed a long exhale, relaxing against the comfort of your favourite person.
As Eddie strummed the first string on his guitar, you felt your troubles melt around you. It was just you and him, and the vibrations of each note made you feel safe; grounded.
As you fell deeper into a state of rest, Eddie's familiar hum sent warm tingles through your achy body. In an attempt to help you sleep, he began to sing.
Wise men say, only fools rush in.
But I can't help, falling in love, with you.
His voice was almost a whisper, serenading you in a hushed, calm melody.
Shall I stay, would it be a sin?
For I can't help, falling in love, w-
Pausing, Eddie smiled as he noticed your blush lips slightly agape, muffled snores and deep breaths coming from your delicate and tired features, now buried into his lap.
Putting his guitar down quietly, your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your hair.
Looking down at his peaceful girlfriend, your hands around his waist as you slept, Eddie couldn't help but smile. There was nowhere else he'd rather be.
"That's my girl" He whispered, placing his palm on your sleeping cheek. "I've got you."
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ohmtoff · 9 months ago
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Chasers and the Game for My Heart
Nick Sturniolo x Poc!OC Hogwarts AU
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Summary: The first time Nick meets Kevin Thomas, the seventh-year Gryffindor chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.
Contains: fluff, most probably inaccurate hp stuff, part veela!triplets, slytherin!nick, gryffindor!oc, gryffindor!chris, hufflepuff!matt, hufflepuff!madi
WC: 5053
Disclaimer: i am not a black person. to depict the character i did research by looking at @writingwithcolor and also asked the darling @nickuniversity for help, tysm girl <3 i don’t support jk rowling and her transphobic, anti-semitic, and zionist remarks (and all others i cant remember bc honestly that woman can’t stfu)
a/n: this is for the darling anon who requested poc!oc, so sorry bby that you had to wait long😭 since this is my first time writing a black character, pls don’t hesitate to criticise me if i say anything tone deaf, innacurate, or offensive. im rlly willing to learn <3 okay hope you enjoyyy!!
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The first time Nick meets Kevin Thomas, the seventh-year Gryffindor chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.
Nick is getting some reading done -hiding out- up on the Slytherin quidditch stands after leaving the library, having grown tired of the group of girls that are always trailing after him sighing and batting their eyes at him, an irritating side effect of his veela heritage. He’s deep into his Herbology book making notes, trying desperately to remember the steps and ingredients to make a Strong Invigoration Draught, that he easily ignores the Gryffindor quidditch team starting practice on the pitch. He’s re-reading a passage on Sneezewort when he hears a loud smacking sound and a ‘watch out!’
Nick looks up and freezes as a bludger comes hurling towards him at top speed. He’s always had shit reflexes, a side effect of having the athletic skills of a drowning sloth, so he can’t move or really think. His brain uselessly supplies that getting his nose broken by a stupid ball when he doesn’t even play quidditch is going to suck, and yet he does nothing but close his eyes, hold his breath, and waits for impact.
Seconds pass.
No ball slams onto his face except for the wind that blows his hair out of his face. He opens one fearful eye and instead of seeing a bludger racing towards him, he sees a giant with luminous locs tied into a ponytail on a broom in Gryffindor colors and a wooden club in his hand.
“That was a close one,” the guy says with a wide smile calmly doing small circles on his broom, like Nick’s face wasn’t almost rearranged. Nick watches as one of the boy’s teammates flies by and the guy throws the club back at him.
“You’re not a beater,” Nick blurts out, his heart is still racing, his brain latching onto unimportant nonsense.
“Nope, Chaser,” he gets in answer, the smile on the boy’s face is sunny and happy like Nick has done a neat trick by noticing. “Lucky for you I was quick enough to grab a beater’s bat and get to you, would be a shame to damage a pretty face like yours.”
Nick feels his face turn red in embarrassment and irritation, it wasn’t the first time a boy teased him about his looks. “This pretty face wouldn’t have to worry if your team was better.”
“Ooh,” the boy grins, his amusement evident and annoying Nick even further. “Slytherins and their sarcasm. That wasn’t very nice, Nick.”
The boy lands his broom down to put his feet on the stand in front of Nick, giving the brunette boy a view on how tall he really is.
Nick narrows his eyes at the boy, “You know my name?”
“Male veelas are rare, even if you’re only a quarter veela, you stand out,” he gets in return with a shrug. “I pay attention.”
The guy winks at him and Nick tells himself his heart is beating out of his chest from the near-death experience and not the boy in from of him. He pulls at his green and silver scarf up, hoping it will hide any redness on his cheeks.
Is he flirting with me?
“Oh, and you got the same face as my captain, so I kinda figured.”
“Oh,” okay that makes more sense.
“Nick!” Speaking of said captain, Chris flew quickly towards him and drops onto the stand with a loud thud. “Holy shit, you okay?”
“Maybe train your team better so I wouldn’t almost get my nose beaten in, fucking idiot.”
The brown skinned boy raised his eyebrows, vision darting between the two brothers.
“Why the fuck were you here anyway? Oh look at me, reading a book at the quidditch stands like a goddamn loser,” Chris jabs back with a mocking voice.
“Putting in work as the only one with a brain between the two of us.”
“Ooh!” The boy lets out a surprised noise then cackled, putting a fist up to his mouth to stifle it.
Both Nick and Chris turn towards the laughing boy. “Shut up, Kev,” Chris lets out with a sigh while also chuckling, making the other apologize with a grin.
Chris turns to Nick again, “Be careful next time, I don’t wanna get a howler from mom. Let’s go Kev, practice isn’t over yet.” Nick was baffled and started sputtering because why the fuck should I be the one careful? It’s your team’s fault! while “Kev” groans.
As Chris flies back onto the pitch, Nick glances towards the tall boy and realizes he hasn’t introduced himself. “You know my name but I don’t know yours, I feel at a disadvantage.”
Nick gets that sunny smile again, “Kevin Thomas, seventh year Gryffindor.”
“Well, Kevin Thomas, seventh-year Gryffindor,” Nick says standing up gathering his books, “thanks for the save.”
“No problem, Nick,” Kevin answers as he mounted his broom and flew himself off the ground with practiced ease, his lips quirking upwards. “Like I said, any damage to that face would be a tragedy.”
“Ha, ha, mock the veela,” Nick says dryly. “Funny.”
Kevin gives him another casual shrug. “Who’s joking? Your face is pretty. Trust me I have spent a lot of time staring at it. Veela or not, that’s just a fact. Later, Nick.”
Nick stares after the boy with his mouth slightly parted in shock at the boy’s comment, he feels himself go red, but as he takes the steps down he can’t help the small smile on his face.
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It seems now that they have introduced themselves, Kevin is everywhere in the castle. Nick’s sitting with Matt and Chris at the Hufflepuff table in the great hall, munching on their breakfast while trying to ignore the stares of girls from every house table when Kevin walks by with a group of Gryffindor seventh-years.
“Morning, Nick,” Kevin says, slowing his stride when he spots Nick. “You look lovely today,” Kevin continues, still walking but body always facing Nick even when his group has already passed by. He makes a self-satisfied smile when Nick chokes on his juice. “Enjoy your breakfast.” He finally notices the two same faces looking at him with confusion, “Chris. Matt.” Both said boys nod at him and voice their own greetings.
Nick watches him stop, swallowing hard when Kevin throws him a wink over his shoulder as he sits at his table. He notices that Kevin lets his locs hang loose today, differing from when he first met him. His locs reach his shoulder with a few strands adorned with gold jewelry. Nick turns back to his brothers red-faced, his stomach doing weird flips and jumping jacks to find them staring at him hard.
“What the hell was that?” Matt asks, the first one to recover while Chris still stares at him wide-eyed. “Why is Kevin Thomas hitting on you?”
“He’s not hitting on me,” Nick argues, sounding weak even to his own ears. Chris snorts causing Nick to make a disgruntled face at him.
“Oh shit, why does Nick look grumpier than usual?” Madi asks as he comes to sit down next to him.
Nick opens his mouth to also argue that comment, but Chris beats him to the punch.
“Kevin Thomas has a crush on Nick,” he blurts out loudly and Nick cringes, stooping down when more than one person around them looks over at them.
“Chris,” he hisses. “Shut up.”
“He said you looked lovely, bro,” Matt adds in and Madi squealed.
“Oh shit, that means my own bro thinks I look lovely, ugh,” Chris pretends to hurl at that.
“Damn, Nick, you pulled Kevin Thomas!” Madi lets out a high pitched squeal again, ducking when Nick half-heartedly tries to slap the back of her head. Nick could hear a couple murmurs and whispers from around the table and he wishes he could jump from the nearest tower.
“Guys, shut the fuck up. We literally just met a few days ago, how can he be into me?” Nick grumbles.
Both Matt and Chris snort in front of him. “You’re acting as if we don’t genetically attract people,” Matt says with a nonchalant tone. Nick ignores the slight pinch on his chest at that remark.
Chris adds, “Yeah, even Madi had a crush on us.”
“That was literally when I was a first year, can you shut up!” The fourth year Hufflepuff whines while the brothers let out a roar of laughter, embarrassed remembering her silly little crush on her best friends years ago. The triplets met Madi as a third year when she was just a first year fresh out of the sorting hat. They were at the great hall chatting when a tiny and meek girl gave them love letters then ran away. The boys at first were apprehensive with her as they were with any girl who throws themselves at them, but after she got closer to them and saw their antics, which sometimes involve burping on her face and throwing food from the dining hall at each other, she knew she just loved them as friends, and the boys did too.
“Wait, you know him?” Nick questions, ignoring the ‘duh’ look Madi throws his way. “How? I get that both Chris and Matt know him because they both play Quidditch, but what about you?”
“Everyone knows him, maybe if you join us when we watch Quidditch matches once in a while, you’ll also know that he’s one of the best chasers competing now. He’s super fast,” Madi divulges while taking a bite of the roasted chicken, judging her best friend for being the hermit that he is.
Chris nods, “That’s true, I’m so lucky he’s a Gryffindor.”
“Hufflepuff is still gonna beat your ass though in the next match. With Thomas or not,” Matt says with pride and a smug smile as a beater of the Hufflepuff team, prompting them to argue and yap for the next few minutes which Nick is used to tuning out as one with no interest at all in the sport.
Madi also had no interest in hearing them banter so she turned towards Nick with a smirk, “So, how did you meet him?”
Nick explains to her the bludger incident and Kevin’s comments after he saved him. Madi listens with a concentration she reserves for when they gossip, and everytime he tells her about anything Kevin said to Nick, she’s fully convinced that the tall boy most definitely has a crush on Nick. He doesn’t want to admit it but god did it feed his delusions.
They continued eating and as the minutes tick away, conversations dwindle and students start to filter out, drawn towards their impending classes. Nick remembers that he hasn’t done his Charms homework and lets out a long quiet “Fuck”.
“I’m gonna go, I want to stop by the library before Charms. Bye guys,” Nick walks to leave the great hall, feeling a stare on him that he knows isn’t his brothers’ or any of his admirers’ but a pretty boy with deep dark eyes.
***
A part of him isn’t exactly surprised when he walks out of the library and finds Kevin leaning against a wall across from him. The Gryffindor ditched his robe so he was only wearing his white shirt and grey sweater, highlighting his broad chest.
“Hey Nick,” Kevin greets him again, pushing against the wall to stand up straight to his full height, hands tucked into his pockets.
“Kevin,” Nick acknowledges, grateful he doesn’t stammer even though his heart raced faster than any chaser known at the sight of the boy.
Kevin smiles, falling into step. “Going to Charms?” he asks. Nick nods trying not to read too much into Kevin knowing what his next class is. “I’ll walk you.”
“Don’t you have a class of your own to get to?” Nick can’t help but question, even though he’s secretly thrilled at spending a little more time with the boy.
“I have time,” Kevin answers just as easily.
“Okay.”
They walk silently towards the charms corridor on the second floor with only a few sneaky glances from both of them. As they climb the stairs, a group of fourth year Gryffindor girls walk by, giggling as they spot Nick, making him sigh. Kevin chuckles next to him and Nick shoots him an irritated look that makes him laugh even harder.
“That happens a lot?” Kevin questions moving closer to him as the girls get closer.
“More than I would like,” Nick says, ignoring one of the bolder girls, Emma, who stops on the steps and tries to give him some really awkward bedroom eyes. Nick was never one to hide his judgements so he stares back at her and cringes. Kevin takes a step even closer to him, his hand brushing against Nick’s as he does so. Startled, Nick looks up at him with wide eyes, but Kevin ignores him and instead stares at Emma until she huffs and keeps moving.
Once she’s left, Kevin doesn’t move away but continues to walk with Nick up the stairs, his hand continues to brush Nick’s and he swallows hard when in one brush Kevin hooks his pinky with his.
“There are worse things than being popular with girls,” Kevin comments like he isn’t practically holding Nick’s hand and Nick isn’t screaming in his own head.
“You would know, do you?” Nick teases back, noticing that some of the girls were looking at the taller as well. Kevin laughs at that then made an arrogant shrug.
“It is when you know it’s because of your biology,” Nick answers the previous question and in a bold attempt, moves to intertwine more of their fingers together. He lets out a small puff of breath when Kevin doesn’t pull away and he sneaks a peek at Kevin to find his gentle eyes gazing into his blue ones deeply.
“Besides,” Nick continues to brave. “Girls aren’t really my thing.”
Nick looks down to hide his blush when that gets him another tender smile.
***
Nick isn’t sure how he finds himself a few weeks later back in the library with Kevin sitting across from him.
That’s a lie, Nick and Kevin talk everyday ever since Kevin walked him to his Charms class. Small comments in the great hall turn to full blown conversations with Kevin sitting next to him and his brothers, and the taller boy walking him to class became a routine now with Kevin even holding his books for him. Next thing he knew, studying alone became study dates.
Kevin is working on his Herbology homework while Nick works on Transfiguration. At least he’s trying to work on it, Headmistress McGonagall likes to pop into her old class from time to time and Nick liked to be on his game, but he found that it was kind of difficult when there was a pretty boy in front of him who keeps knocking his feet against his.
The warm library lighting illuminates Kevin’s skin, casting a gentle glow that highlights the intricate gold jewelry intertwined with his locs. Today, his hair is done in a half-up half-down hairstyle with a few strands in the front left untied. His brows are furrowed with concentration and his hands are diligently taking notes, veins popping up more than usual. Nick undeniably loves serious Kevin.
“You’re staring,” Kevin murmurs without looking up from his book, his quill in hand. He looked at Nick from under his eyelashes, his lips quirking upwards. In the gentle flicker of the warm candlelight, Nick can see how those dark eyes ignite, the candle fire dancing on those irises.
You’re playing footsies with me, Nick wants to shoot back, but instead he shifts his foot, letting it slowly trail up Kevin’s leg and it’s Nick’s turn to grin when Kevin’s breath hitches and stares at him in surprise.
Nick gives him a challenging look that says ‘two can play this game’ and Nick watches, his face red as Kevin bites down on his plush lip to control his grin.
“So,” Kevin starts hesitantly and Nick frowns because it’s not a word he’s waiting to hear. He would much rather hear words along the lines of “hide” and “kiss”.
“Yeah?”
“Hogsmeade weekend coming up, are you going?”
Nick can feel a smile tugging at his lips as he watches Kevin fidget with his quill, getting some ink on his fingers. “I was planning on it.”
Kevin licks his lips as he looks at Nick. “Are you planning on going with anyone?”
Nick smirks at that, letting a small chuckle when Kevin narrows his eyes playfully at him. “Usually I would go with my brothers and friends, but Matt and Chris are both going with their housemates and Madi’s going with her boyfriend, soooo I’m all by myself unless somebody comes up and offers to accompany my lonely self.”
He stares back at the other calmly, grinning when Kevin lets out a huff. “You’re teasing me.”
Nick mockingly points at himself. “Me? Never.”
Kevin rolls his eyes but is smiling widely. “I don’t even know why I like you so much, you’re a brat,” Kevin says, the fondness in his voice taking any sting away from the words. Kevin sets aside his book and quill to give all his attention to Nick. “Will you go with me?”
Nick looks at Kevin for another moment, taking in the way Kevin looks at him with a hopeful expression, like the possibility of Nick wanting to spend time with him at Hogsmeade will make his day or more. Suddenly feeling shy, Nick nods.
Kevin rewards him with a beaming grin.
***
“So your mum’s a half-veela, and your dad’s a muggle-born?” Kevin asks as he and Nick walk leisurely through the chilly streets of Hogsmeade, other students walking by, coming in and out of shops. A few nod in their direction and some whisper but luckily none approach either of them, letting Nick enjoy Kevin all to himself.
“Yup. My mom’s from Portugal but she chose to go to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbatons because her family hates the French,” the other chuckles, “and thanks to her, she met this silly irish-italian bloke at school who is my dad.”
“Well, say thanks to your mum and her family for me,” Kevin says and winking. Nick honest to god giggles like a little girl at that.
“What about you? What’s your family like?” Nick asks back as he bumps into Kevin when a group of third years excited to be out of the castle rush past him. Kevin puts his arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to him and away from the crowd, his arm stays on his shoulder once the group has passed and Nick finds himself being bold and snaking his arm around Kevin’s waist. Nick looks up at the taller boy who’s sporting a small shy smile.
Kevin tilts his head, “Way less interesting than yours. Dad’s a half-blood and mum’s a full-blood. Both went to Hogwarts but never met each other here. Both came to London for work where they met then they gave birth to yours truly,” he refers to himself with a curtsy, Nick wonders whether he has ever laughed this much with anyone. “Oh, and my dad fought in the second wizarding war. He was friends with Harry Potter.”
“What?! Enough about me, that fact is already cooler than any of my family lines!” he exclaimed.
“Yeah, my dad’s pretty cool. Always grateful he survived and met my mum. If not, I wouldn’t be here.”
“I’m glad you’re here,” Nick admits, his cheeks tinted pink.
Kevin stops walking, with his arm still around Nick, he leans in, his forehead brushing Nick’s hair. “Me too.”
Nick clears his throat when Kevin pulls away, his face burns more than ever before. “So, where are we going?”
“What are you feeling?”
Nick gives Kevin a teasing look. “Wow, you asked me out and you don’t even have a plan? So much for feeling special.”
“You’re very special,” Kevin answers honestly instead of responding to the teasing and Nick rolls his eyes but can’t stop the wide smile from taking over his face.
“How about Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?”
Nick makes a face at the suggestion causing Kevin to laugh at him.
“Wow,” Kevin says, still chuckling, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s a no.”
“That place is so tacky.”
Kevin shakes his head, “It’s supposed to be romantic, you don’t want to hold my hand over tea in a place with steamed up windows?”
“I can hold your hand right now,” Nick answers, demonstrating by doing just that. “See?”
Kevin looks down at their joined hands and then back at him, his expression pleasantly surprised.
“Yeah,” he says softly, squeezing Nick’s hand before they start walking again. “How about the Three Broomsticks then we go to Honeydukes?”
Nick nods, “Now you’re talking.”
***
After they got butterbeers at Three Broomsticks and picked up some candy at Honeydukes, Nick and Kevin walk slowly back towards the castle, this time with Nick’s arm curling around Kevin’s bicep.
Nick is sucking on a liquorice wand, while Kevin gambles with his taste buds with a bag of every flavor beans, Nick finds himself watching Kevin, giggling every time he makes a face about a new undesirable flavor.
“What was that one?”
“I think tripe,” Kevin answers wrinkling his nose at the taste playing it up to make Nick laugh again. “How’s yours?”
Nick gives the liquorice wand a lick before sucking on it some more, he smirks around the candy when he sees Kevin’s eyes drift down to his mouth, Nick stops and comes to stand in front of Kevin pulling the candy out of his mouth. “Better than yours, want a taste, get the tripe flavor out of your mouth?”
“Sure,” Kevin answers, reaching for Nick’s candy but Nick pulls it out of reach while stepping closer to the other. Going on his toes, he leans up brushing his lips against Kevin’s, once, twice, three times, his eyes open to watch Kevin’s reaction, taking in the way Kevin’s eyes widen and his breath shortens. Nick starts to pull back down when Kevin is spurted into action, his large hands come up and cradle Nick’s head, his fingers sinking into Nick’s brown hair, his lips slated over Nick’s, making a noise as he chases the sweet taste in Nick’s mouth.
Nick sighs into the kiss, his hands going to Kevin’s sides to steady himself, suddenly feeling lightheaded as Kevin takes his time with the kiss.
When Kevin pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed against Nick’s, his nose brushing his and he smiles that same beaming smile he gave Nick the first time on the pitch. “You’re right, tastes much better.”
***
Nick is sitting with Matt and Madi again for breakfast, this time at the Gryffindor table which is buzzing with excitement for the upcoming match versus Slytherin. Chris is sitting next to them with the Gryffindor quidditch team, giving a pep talk to motivate the team and discuss strategies.
“I’m kinda offended you never watch my games but you jump to watch the first one now that you have a boyfriend,” Matt says.
Nick lets out a long groan, “Ugh, fine, I’ll watch your matches next time. Don’t expect me to enjoy it though, the supporters are barbaric.”
“You’re going to root for me, right?” Nick hears a familiar voice and turns around in his seat to find Kevin already dressed in his quidditch uniform standing behind him, his expression warm as he looks down at Nick. It’s been over a week since their date and they’ve spent every free moment together and yet Nick can’t believe this boy with his pretty smile and gentleness for him is for Nick to keep.
“Hi, Kevin!” Madi greets him loudly, interrupting Nick and Kevin’s staring. Nick watches as Kevin looks amused at his best friend and greets her back, extending his hellos to Matt who nods at him. Kevin straddles the bench Nick is sitting on, leaning in close to him.
“So,” Kevin starts, his expression teasing. “You are going to root for me, right?”
“Root for you?” Nick repeats in a mocking tone. "Against my own house? I know loyalty isn't the first trait you think of when you hear Slytherin, but I assure you we are, sorry but I'll be rooting for you to fall off your broom."
Kevin makes an exaggerated gasp at that, drawing the attention of a few students. "We’re not gonna be able to make out if I get hurt, you really want that?"
“You’re forgetting I’m a veela, I can kiss anyone.”
"None as good as me though," Kevin replies with a grin of his own, hands reaching and body leaning forward to grab a muffin.
Nick takes advantage of how close it puts Kevin to him that he leans in and presses a soft kiss against Kevin’s jaw. He smiles against the skin as Kevin brings his arm around Nick, pulling him close. He kisses him again, this time at the corner of Kevin’s mouth, enjoying the way it makes Kevin smile.
“Good luck,” he whispers against Kevin’s lips.
“Thanks, baby,” Kevin whispers, giving him a soft lingering kiss before he stands up and walks away.
Nick watches as he walks over to his teammates who are waiting for him, some hooting and hollering while Chris cringes. When he turns around he finds more than one person staring his way, but he doesn’t mind, he’s gotten used to the stares for a long time. Instead he looks back to Matt and Madi, rolling his eyes at the amused smiles they are giving him.
“You two are sickening,” Matt teases while Madi is silently screaming into the air.
***
They head for the pitch each going for their respective stands, by the time Nick has taken a seat, the teams are already on their brooms circling the pitch waiting for the whistle to be blown. As soon its blows there is loud cheering in the stands as Slytherin grabs the quaffle first, followed by hissing and booing when Kevin manages to recover the ball and heads for the hoops, the booing in the Slytherin stands gets louder as he scores, but Nick allows himself a smile at Kevin’s skill.
The game continues, each team evenly matched and always within a couple of points from each other, Nick can see the seekers searching for the golden snitch hoping to win and end the game for their team. Nick is more than ready for the game to finish. He loves his house and is proud to be Slytherin but he knows how aggressive they are about winning and now that they have realized just how good Kevin is at scoring, he’s become their focus, more than once a Slytherin player has tried to throw him off his broom and if the game drags any longer he has a feeling they are going to get their way.
Nick isn’t done thinking that when a Slytherin beater hits a bludger straight for Kevin, Nick watches in horror as Kevin who hasn’t noticed the ball headed for him gets slammed from behind.
“Kevin!” he yells, his scream drowned out from the cheers in the stands. He gasps, watching helplessly as the hit causes Kevin to slip off his broom. His heart beats loudly as Kevin manages to hold on at the last second, one hand gripping his broom as he dangles in the air. Kevin’s teammates rush to help, forming a line of defense to allow Kevin to get back on his broom. Nick holds his breath the seconds it takes Kevin to get seated again, letting it out once he’s back on safely. He watches as Chris talks to Kevin and whatever is said Kevin answers with a sharp nod, his face determined. Nick’s nerves are on edge for the rest of the game and when the Gryffindor’s seeker captures the snitch he isn’t disappointed about his team’s loss, he’s just happy that it’s over. The wide smile on Kevin’s face that he can see even from the stands doesn’t hurt either.
***
Nick is waiting outside the Gryffindor’s locker room, ignoring the looks more than one Gryffindor sends his way as they wait to celebrate with their team. A cheer goes up when the team walks out and Nick presses himself against the wall to avoid the surge, he waits but doesn’t have to wait long. Kevin spots him over the crowd and heads for him, nodding and smiling absently as his housemates congratulate him. He comes to stand in front of Nick with a smile on his face and Nick studies him, his handsome face, his kind eyes, he stands tall and beautiful.
Nick pushes himself off the wall and wraps his arms around him, his nose pressed into the crook of Kevin’s neck, he sighs as he’s enveloped in Kevin’s warmth when he returns the hug. He presses himself even closer, still letting out another happy sound that Kevin answers with a small chuckle as he runs his hands up and down Nick’s back.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” he murmurs.
“Your housemate’s fault.”
Nick pulls back to look up at Kevin’s face. “I’m hexing the fuck out of them, my brothers will help me.”
Kevin lets out an infectious laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “My hero.”
“Damn straight,” Nick answers, grinning. “You’re alright, though?”
“Yeah,” Kevin answers softly. “There’s going to be a hell of a bruise on my back, but other than that I’m fine.”
“Good,” Nick lets out a relieved sigh, lifting his head in a silent request he smiles when Kevin gives him a soft kiss. “I should probably let you go, I’m sure you want to celebrate with your team.”
Kevin shakes his head, holding onto Nick. “Nope, I want to celebrate with my pretty boyfriend. What do you say we sneak into the kitchen for something sweet and then we find a quiet corner in this big castle to make out in?”
Nick grins, a laugh bubbling out of him, feeling happier than he’s ever felt. “That sounds like a plan.”
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itsravenbitch · 2 years ago
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AHHHH I MANIFESTED MY DREAM GF WE LITERALLY GOT TOGETHER LIKE 5 MINS AGO IM STILL PROCESSING IT BUT I HAD TO TELL U CUZ UR POSTS HELPED ME SM.
i have been trying 2 manifest this mf being with me for like 2 weeks now but i was getting real exhausted and frustrated because i wasn’t seeing results in the 3d. i was legit one straw away from saying fuck you to manifestation and giving up forever ☠️ BUT my gut told me to try it one more time. and the funny thing is i didnt even have to do much!
before i was non stop on loa tumblr, listening to subliminals 24/7, tiring myself tf out. so what i did is i took a mental break for like 2 days and then after, all i did was live in the end. i’d just act like i’m already dating her. like whenever i bought a new outfit i’d be like “damn i can’t wait to show her this” or whenever my friends would tease me abt being single i’d just be like nope im not im dating her. then i started seeing results IMMEDIATELYYYY she started flirting with me out of NOWHERE, she started sending me couple tiktoks, BASICALLY BEING HELLA OBVIOUS THAT SHE WANTS ME. then rn she just confessed and asked me out i cant believe it i am SOOO happy. even my friends r shocked by how quick it happened.
to anyone struggling and feeling tired and on the edge of giving up, plz do what i did. take a deep breath, do some self care, take a break! u do not have to exhaust urself 24/7 obsessing over it. RELAX. also make manifestation fun for u. u will not see any results if u just feel depressed while manifesting like i did. for example in my case i rly enjoy art so i drew me and her as a couple to help me visualise. its way easier than u think guys. and tysm rae for waking me up ur advice helped me a ton. <3
congratulations bby!!!
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dreambigdreamz · 3 months ago
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Inside the brain of a writer
(me talking to myself)
the mental process of writing a smut fic
the usual warnings ofc proceed with caution.
wheee i’ve been reading some ahem hotd stuff ahem and i think i can pull off my very own as well 🌚🌚🌚
yass eomer and lothiriel’s wedding nighttt
actually no i’d die writing
for many reasons
julie write a sample for me please
should i just ai generate this
oh loth why on earth would you say that
quick, make her drown another flagon of wine to avoid the embarrassment 
BAHAHAHA i’m 6k word count and not yet halfway guysss
NO BROTHER YOU CAN’T READ THIS
because lothiriel is undressing eomer 🫢
*hysterical giggles as the world dissipates internally*
what on earth am i saying to a 11-year-old
shit he’s taking up the discussion
he says eomer should be allowed to undress himself to show ‘manly’ independence
shut the f up kid you don’t know anything about the romance of unbuttoning and revealing the man’s body
“stahp ahaha i can’t imagine it i’d DIE”
*dies for three months before guilty sense kicks back your arse to continue working on the wip*
drag myself through the shit like it’s no big deal
eomer without armour 💗💗💗
eomer without shirt 👀🥹🫢🌚🤡
should i or should i not put a full description of his… 
nope 
KEEP IT POETIC NOT GRAPHIC
will there be a blowjob
but i won’t know how to describe how it tastes so no
functioning on the last single braincell
once read a headcanon saying eomer will give you no less than 3 o’s and i stand by that
is ‘reverberate’ smth to do with vibrations or vertebrates
his voice being deep and gruff his voice being deep and gruff his voice being deep and gruff HIS VOICE—
what does ‘convulse’ mean
could i maybe find a use for it to be included in the writing, even though i don’t know what it means?
i mean, i’ve seen it written but never bothered searching up 
gets up in the middle of the night to search up thesaurus
“TREPIDATION” IS SUCH A NICE WORD inCLudE iT iN By aLL meAns
….if only i gave half the effort for my academics…..
if he gives her oral, remember to get him to wipe off his mouth before he kisses her again because
you don’t know what it tastes like 
+ somewhat disgusting and shameful (ahh little purist me)
“did you finish your smut fic lol”
“haha nearly! was up till one am last night writing it” (i normally sleep at 8 pm)
“he’s penetrating her now ehehe”
*deletes last message*
keep your purist virgin opinions out of this and Let Them Have Fun!!!!
how long does it take a candle to burn out
“would you like to read what i have gotten so far 👉👈”
no lothiriel would never think the act “sickening” KEEP YOURSELF OUT OF THIS
YES YES YES KEEP THE CLASSICAL ROMANCE ALIVE YOU ARE SUCH A POETIC WRITER DID ANYBODY TELL YOU HAHA 😇 
but also the tension, don’t undo the tension all at once
DONT LET THEM FALL IN LOVE OVER ONE NIGHT WHAT SOAKING IDIOT ARE YOU
it takes time, it has to take time 
so no
make it an awkward messy ordeal
you are a most horrifying author, you deserve to go to hell three times over WHAT WAS THAT FOR
i know
how do i describe what his hands are doing
like one is doing smth while the other is another—
or keep it simple?
how big and strong he is x300 sentences
he’s gotta have big brown eyes / be able to satisfy / he’s gotta be big and strong / enough to turn me onnnnnn (the angelic choir version please)
his eyes turning into dark orbs 👀 a glint of dangerous light ahahahahahahahahah 
*descends into madness*
god save my soul 
no no Snow you got it wrong bby
there are no whores and sluts here
be horny without guilty
you might actually make some money out of writing this one day
big ambitions >>>
in the meantime enjoy yourself 
but seriously dude
wouldn’t he crush her bones if he collapsed on top of her
REWRITE EVERYTHING
first go and scroll through tumblr again
and spiral down into the sinful one-shots and take inspo from the masters
BUT THE AGONYYYYY (cuz u barely crawl out alive after these little visits onto that side of tumblr)
or shld i just post it and pretend nothing’s the matter and let it be and delete this entire post on making a fuss out of as tiny a thing as writing smut
fuck it i’ll go solve some mathematics
p.s. make eomer considerate at all times
p.p.s. you need to seriously decide between making lothiriel either an innocent angel or a coldhearted bitch MAKE UP YOUR MIND 
because i feel for the poor guy if she keeps acting hot n cold like this 
woe is me, the writer
i declare nobody suffers it as i do
but what if there was a toad in the bed as a prank from amrothos
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quicktosimp · 11 months ago
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Traditions
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Kinkmas Day 09
Warnings: Xenophilia (aka Alien Genitalia), Anal, Bottom!Spider, Pegging, Age Difference (6 Years), Size Difference, Sex Toys (kinda, IDK how to tag this), Belly Bulge, Aged Up
A/N: You do not understand how long I've been wanting to make this!!! After talking with @fuckyoumakeart, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it! Also I haven't forgotten your present bby, it's on the way 😘
Again thank you @neteyamsyawntu for this amazing event 💗
Divider by @cafekitsune
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Spider has always been Na’vi, no matter what anyone says. I will always see him as more Na’vi than Sully, much to the ire of my sister Neytiri. I may have only been six during the time of the war. Still, I remember Sully before he could speak a word of Na’vi. I remember as he fumbled our ways, and I remember how he betrayed us, the bombs falling from the sky, destroying our home, killing our people, killing my father… I will never accept Sully, the spy, as Omatikaya. And while I will easily die for my nieces and nephews, and I believe Sully would do the same, I hate the way he raises them and won’t hesitate to speak out about it. Neytiri has never approved of how I treat Sully but never said anything about it. The same cannot be said about Spider. She always tries to stop me from bringing him to clan meetings and celebrations, only for me to point out that a spy like Sully gets to go. I say it loud enough to draw attention, quickly shutting her up. There are times I think Neytiri only stays with Sully because she refuses to break a bond made with Eywa, and then she had the kids… maybe once they’re older, she’ll leave him… an ancient tradition of asking Eywa for guidance in breaking a bond, only she will decide.
“Ma’Syulang, what has you thinking so hard?” Spider’s arms wrap around my neck as he stands behind where I am sitting.
I smile at his touch as I lean my head back into his shoulder, “Traditions,” I answer simply.
“What tradition’s exactly?” Spider asked me as he ran his hand through my braids.
“You know, by both human and Na’vi laws, you are more Na’vi than Sully,” I begin.
I could feel Spider stiffen behind me.
“You are a child of Eywa, born on Eyweveng. You follow the Na’vi ways, you speak our language, you are Na’vi,” I finish, placing my hand over his own, “There is a tradition I want to introduce you to.”
“Tìyawn, you cannot just dump all that on me and then start a new topic,” He laughed wetly.
“It is important for you to know because not even Sully can partake in this tradition,” I explain, needing him to understand.
I look back at him, only for his wide eyes to stare back at me, his mouth hanging open.
“Not even? Jake can’t? How can I?” Spider stutters over his words.
I shake my head at him, silencing his words, “I have already talked with my Sa’nu, and she agrees, and as the Tsahìk, she has the final word,” I turn around, wrapping my arms around Spider, noticing the tears in his eyes. I have always hated that Spider thinks so little of himself when he has proven himself over and over again.
I cradle his much smaller body against mine, giving Spider as much love and protection as I can. 
“Mo’at agrees?” He questions softly like he can’t believe it.
I nod my head, “She was the one who mentioned it to me,” I answer him, smiling, happy that my mother approves.
Would you like to learn?” I ask softly, not wanting to push him while he’s feeling vulnerable
“I-yes, I want to learn,” Sider answers firmly as he backs away, taking my hand in his.
I locked our fingers together as my tail swished happily, “Then let's get searching,” I urged vaguely, pulling him along.
This sparked a laugh out of Spider, “Are you going to tell me what we’re looking for?” 
I flashed him a grin, “Nope, it will all be a surprise for you.”
“Fine then, lead the way,” Spider gave a mock bow.
I giggle at his antics as I continue our way to the grove, not that he knows it exists. It is carefully hidden, mainly to make sure no kids find it. It is only meant for those who are mated. Spotting the thicket of loreyu, I smile giddily.
“We’re here. Go through and look,” I point to the other side.
Walking through the loreyu spiraled down, disappearing and allowing us to walk through. Showing us a clearing of spam, they’re all brightly colored, ranging in every shade of color possible, all in slightly different shapes and sizes, but undoubtedly similar to a male Na’vi’s penis.
Spider’s head was whipping around, his eyes wide, and his jaw slack, like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Paskalin… Why are we in a field of dicks?” His stunned voice managed to get out.
I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. No tawtute has seen these before, but Spider is not a tawtute, “These are mowan spxam, pleasure mushrooms, they are for two mates to enjoy, they have many uses, but I think you can tell they’re all for sex.” 
“Are they dildos?” Spider asks, curious now as he gently touches a rather large orange one.
“Dildos? Oh, those pleasure things made out of plastic, I think that’s what you called it? But kind of. The mowan spxam can live temporarily out of the ground and be replated where you want it to. But the best part is that it bonds with our central slit, both male and female, becoming one with us and giving us the phallic shape to use on our mates. That is why it is ours to pick,” I explain, looking over at some of the younger ones, knowing that a smaller one would be needed for Spider.
“Wait, would I use this on you? Or you use on me?” Spider asked, shocked but not repulsed.
“It can be used for both, but it is primarily meant to be used on the male in the relationship. So he may enjoy the same pleasures as his mate,” I look at Spider and watch his reaction, needing to know if he is alright with this.
He stands there thinking, and I am unable to read his expression from here. I feel my heart race nervously as I wait, fearing that I have pushed him too far.
“How do I choose?” Sider asks, breaking the silence.
I jump from my spot, rush over, and hug him, lifting Spider off the ground and kissing him soundly.
Little giggles flow past his lips, “Yawne, you need to let me down if I am to pick one,” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.
I gently put him back on his feet, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited for this! For you, Spider! Now you can enjoy the wonderful pleasure you give me every time!” I can’t help but squeal in joy as I rub my chin over Spider’s head, covering him in my scent.
��I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything,” Spider admits sheepishly, “Now, show me how this works!” He says, clapping his hands together.
“You pick whichever spxam you want, but make sure you pick one you can handle; you may only choose one in your lifetime. But when you do, you will gently stroke around the base. It will then detach itself and hold onto you.” 
And with that, Spider moves around, looking through them carefully. He paused briefly at one green one that was longer and thicker than his arm. After gawking at it, he quickly moved on, finding a patch of younger spxam and browsing through them. But as I took a look, even these young ones were much larger than what I’ve seen a tawtute have. My ears flickered back as I became concerned, wondering if Spider could take any of these.
“This one,” While I was distracted, Spider had chosen one, and I realized that I should have explained better.
In his hand was a deep violet mowan spxam, the bottom of it wrapped eagerly around his fingers and around his wrist. Each color meant something different. Green ones were calm, the spines stayed still, only moving if needed. Red ones were teasing; they would search for your most sensitive spot and only play there. On the other hand, Purple is wild, never ceasing movement, as they would wraith and move; even the stock couldn’t stay still; some were even known for expanding their size. This is the one that Spider chose, covered thickly in spines that are already twisting around, yet it is too late to tell him, as they have already bound.
“What’s wrong with it?” Spider asked worriedly, fearing he had done something wrong. 
“There is nothing wrong with it!” I wanted to reassure him, for it was me who failed him, “Purple is known for being wild. Typically, only well-experienced Na’vi choose them,” I bite my lips as I explain this. 
“Well, I guess I better learn fast,” Spider’s smile reassured me as his fingers played with the mowan spxam.
Breaking out of my worry, I quickly pulled out a vial I had been carrying. “Yes, I think you should,” The vial was full of oil used for mating, as I had prepared this, hoping it would go well.
“I should have known,” Spider muttered to himself, shaking his head, but I could still see the smile on his face.
“Come here,” I demand softly, holding my hand out.
Spider walked to me, filled with confidence, with love in his eyes. I kneed down to his height as I met his lips with my own. My mating having Eywa’syawn never ceased to fail. I open my mouth to kiss Spider more, dominating his smaller frame with my own as I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer. I nip at his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he eagerly gives. My tongue takes over his mouth, filling each centimeter as I play with his tongue. Spider closes his mouth and sucks on my tongue, pulling a moan from me. 
I parted from his lips as I looked down at him. Spider’s face flushed a pretty pink as he gasped for breath.
“Take off your tewng, then lay down,” My voice was soft but left no room for argument.
Despite only having one hand, Spider removed the article of clothing and laid it to the side before kneeling down and then laying himself down flat on the ground. His pretty cock was already hard and flushed red, leaning on his abs. His prone body is a beautiful sight. I could gaze upon him all day.
“You’re so pretty, Tìyawn,” I comment as I run my hand along his thighs and up his stomach. 
“Not as pretty as you,” Spider says back, becoming distracted by my touch.
I chuckle at the comeback; as I focus back on his thighs, I rub my fingers into the meat of them, gently spreading his legs as I do so. I move down to his knees, lifting them, and place his feet up on my thighs, giving me room to work with. Looking down, I see his puckered hole, tiny and pink. I realized I was lucky that Norm had caught learning about this particular tradition. I may have been furious that he knew, but he and Max created a new oil containing a muscle relaxer, and I am thankful for that now.
“So tiny,” I murmur, rubbing my pinky over the small hole, and even that seemed huge.
A small gasp leaves Spider’s mouth, one of surprise and interest. Opening the vial, I poured a tiny amount onto my pinky, just enough to rub into Spider’s skin. Moving back to his hole, I rub my now slick pinky over it, making sure to get every crevice and applying gentle pressure. If what they said is true, then the muscle will slowly relax, allowing me entrance.
“Syulang, I think you might be a bit too big,” Spider’s voice through a moan.
“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve already planned everything,” I soothe, rubbing a little more firmly, and I can feel the muscle giving in. 
Knowing Spider needs the distraction, I reach up, softly cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm. 
“Oh fuck,” Spider’s head rolled back as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
Taking the opportunity, I gently wiggled my pinky inside him. It was tight inside; the spongy walls had never taken anything inside before and were now pulsing around my pinky.
“Eywa!” He gasped.
I wiggled my digit around, trying to make more room or even to fit the rest of the finger inside, stuck at the first knuckle. Furrowing my brow, I pulled my pinky out, grabbed the vial, and placed the tip at Spider’s entrance. The opening easily popped inside, and I poured a good amount of the contents. Pulling the vial out didn’t cause the same popping noise as last time. I put the vial to the side and pushed my pinky in again. This time, it went in with no resistance.
“Tìyawn, what was that? I feel weird,” He asked as I wiggled my finger inside yet again.
“Something made just for you. It is helping,” I explained as I started looking for the spot I had read about.
With Spider’s hole much looser, instead of using my pinky, I switched to my pointer finger; while it was a little tighter than before, there was no resistance on entry. I pushed and prodded inside him, sliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the motion as I continued to look for the spot. Slick sounds from the oil sounded around the grove, mixed with Spider’s moans.
“Slow down, please! I’m close!” He begs me, but I remember reading that humans are much more relaxed after orgasm, so I continue on. 
I turn my wrist so my palm is facing upward. I then curl my finger, hitting something spongy.
Spider arched off the ground as his eyes flew open, “Fuck! Right there!” He shouted, as his cock leaked precum everywhere; a small puddle formed on his stomach as his cock twitched.
Laughing, I prodded that spot again and again as I forced my finger in and out. Seeing that Spider was distracted, I pressed a second finger to his entrance, and it easily slid inside. Noticing how easy it was, I pushed in a third finger, which was swallowed up after a slight push. His one furrowed hole is now stretched taught around my fingers, pushing and pulling, trying to follow the speed I set. 
“Please, I’m too close! I’m gonna cum!” He squealed.
I wanted Spider to cum, so I took his dick between two of my fingers and moved them in time with my other hand, quickly bringing Spider to his reliance. Ropes of cum splattered out of his dick, landing all over his chest, neck, and face. Continuing my movements on his cock, I grabbed the spxam mowan from his hand. By now, my slit was open and weeping for attention, making it easy to gently slide the bottom of the spxam mowan inside. My eyes dilate at the pleasure, each of my inner tendrils wrapping around and playing with the spxam mowan, locking itself inside me for now. As it locked inside, the outer tendrils started to move more. Excited to play soon, I could feel each spine move as if it were my own tendril. I let go of Spider’s cock, earning me a whine, either from the lack of touch or oversensitivity. I’m unsure which it is. Grabbing Spider’s hips, I line him up with the spxam mowan. His cute hole hadn’t closed, showing me the pink inner flesh. I look up at Spider’s face; drool, tears, and sperm cover his face, his chest heaving for breath. A pretty pink blush covers him, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight. 
Spider whines, rolling his hips, catching the tapered tip on his open hole, “No more waiting.”
Giving into his whines, I slowly push inside, each spine pushed in with a pop. The tight, wet heat was going to send me into a frenzy, I grabbed onto Spider’s hips harder, trying to steady myself. As I pushed further in, the spines came to life, each rummaging around his insides, trying to find a good place to stay. 
“So big, Yawne,” Spider’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned.
Yet, I can’t take my eyes off his hole. Bigger than I thought a tawtute body could handle, the stalk was large enough, yet each spine popped inside, spreading his hole farther before swallowing again, and I felt every inch of it, but nothing beats the sight of my hips meeting his ass, the rim of his ass spread white around my fake cock. 
“Look at that; you took it all,” I muttered, unable to believe the sight myself.
All I got for a replay was a broken moan. Wanting something different, I moved my hands down to his knees and pressed them toward his chest. I lean down over Spider’s body, taking notice of the bulge in his stomach. I can’t help the growl that left my lips, a mix of a growl and a purr, as I rolled my hips inside, each spine pulling and wiggling inside him, none of them able to settle for a second. Rubbing and pressing every little thing they can find, watching the cum dribble out of Spider’s cock I know they found the same spot. 
“My Muntxatan, taking it so well for me, so pretty for me,” I growl out as I slide the mowan back, each spine getting stuck and popping out again as I slammed it back inside. 
The scream I got in return was beautiful. I started thrusting my hips, needing to hear more of Spider’s sounds.
“Sl- SLO-, OH FUCk!” Spider tried to stutter out, but I didn’t care.
The tightness from Spider’s hole as he flexed caused me pleasure like I never knew before, as each thrust pushed and pulled on my inner tendrils, building my climax rapidly. 
“You really want me to slow down? I don’t think so. I think you’re enjoying your ass being fucked,” I snarled into his ear. 
The sloppy sounds of the oil spilling everywhere, as each spine popped in and out of his hole, were filthy in the best of ways. I could feel Spider attempting to make himself tighter around the mowan, and I thrust even harder. The sounds of my thighs smacking his ass was loud that it left ringing in my ears. 
“Cum! GonNA CUm!” Spider screamed as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss. 
I eagerly accept his kiss, pulling Spider closer to me. His body was drawn tight, needing to release. I grabbed his cock again and started pumping his cock. I swallowed his moans as he clenched around me, cum flew everywhere as he erupted. I thrust several more times before my coil snapped. My vision whited out as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I continued to thrust erratically as I chased the remnants of my high, but as Spider’s whines became desperate, I knew I had to stop. I slide out of him carefully, and I examine his entrance. The once tight hole is now loose and seems unable to close. It was wicking pathetically as oil dribbled out. 
“You did such a good job. I love you, Spider,” I say softly, proud of how well he did.
When I received no reply, I looked up and saw he was fast asleep. I chuckled at his plight but let him sleep on, gently cleaning him so he wouldn’t be dirty when he wakes up.
Spider has always been Na’vi, no matter what anyone says. I will always see him as more Na’vi than Sully, much to the ire of my sister Neytiri. I may have only been six during the time of the war. Still, I remember Sully before he could speak a word of Na’vi. I remember as he fumbled our ways, and I remember how he betrayed us, the bombs falling from the sky, destroying our home, killing our people, killing my father… I will never accept Sully, the spy, as Omatikaya. And while I will easily die for my nieces and nephews, and I believe Sully would do the same, I hate the way he raises them and won’t hesitate to speak out about it. Neytiri has never approved of how I treat Sully but never said anything about it. The same cannot be said about Spider. She always tries to stop me from bringing him to clan meetings and celebrations, only for me to point out that a spy like Sully gets to go. I say it loud enough to draw attention, quickly shutting her up. There are times I think Neytiri only stays with Sully because she refuses to break a bond made with Eywa, and then she had the kids… maybe once they’re older, she’ll leave him… an ancient tradition of asking Eywa for guidance in breaking a bond, only she will decide.
“Ma’Syulang, what has you thinking so hard?” Spider’s arms wrap around my neck as he stands behind where I am sitting.
I smile at his touch as I lean my head back into his shoulder, “Traditions,” I answer simply.
“What tradition’s exactly?” Spider asked me as he ran his hand through my braids.
“You know, by both human and Na’vi laws, you are more Na’vi than Sully,” I begin.
I could feel Spider stiffen behind me.
“You are a child of Eywa, born on Eyweveng. You follow the Na’vi ways, you speak our language, you are Na’vi,” I finish, placing my hand over his own, “There is a tradition I want to introduce you to.”
“Tìyawn, you cannot just dump all that on me and then start a new topic,” He laughed wetly.
“It is important for you to know because not even Sully can partake in this tradition,” I explain, needing him to understand.
I look back at him, only for his wide eyes to stare back at me, his mouth hanging open.
“Not even? Jake can’t? How can I?” Spider stutters over his words.
I shake my head at him, silencing his words, “I have already talked with my Sa’nu, and she agrees, and as the Tsahìk, she has the final word,” I turn around, wrapping my arms around Spider, noticing the tears in his eyes. I have always hated that Spider thinks so little of himself when he has proven himself over and over again.
I cradle his much smaller body against mine, giving Spider as much love and protection as I can. 
“Mo’at agrees?” He questions softly like he can’t believe it.
I nod my head, “She was the one who mentioned it to me,” I answer him, smiling, happy that my mother approves.
Would you like to learn?” I ask softly, not wanting to push him while he’s feeling vulnerable
“I-yes, I want to learn,” Sider answers firmly as he backs away, taking my hand in his.
I locked our fingers together as my tail swished happily, “Then let's get searching,” I urged vaguely, pulling him along.
This sparked a laugh out of Spider, “Are you going to tell me what we’re looking for?” 
I flashed him a grin, “Nope, it will all be a surprise for you.”
“Fine then, lead the way,” Spider gave a mock bow.
I giggle at his antics as I continue our way to the grove, not that he knows it exists. It is carefully hidden, mainly to make sure no kids find it. It is only meant for those who are mated. Spotting the thicket of loreyu, I smile giddily.
“We’re here. Go through and look,” I point to the other side.
Walking through the loreyu spiraled down, disappearing and allowing us to walk through. Showing us a clearing of spam, they’re all brightly colored, ranging in every shade of color possible, all in slightly different shapes and sizes, but undoubtedly similar to a male Na’vi’s penis.
Spider’s head was whipping around, his eyes wide, and his jaw slack, like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Paskalin… Why are we in a field of dicks?” His stunned voice managed to get out.
I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. No tawtute has seen these before, but Spider is not a tawtute, “These are mowan spxam, pleasure mushrooms, they are for two mates to enjoy, they have many uses, but I think you can tell they’re all for sex.” 
“Are they dildos?” Spider asks, curious now as he gently touches a rather large orange one.
“Dildos? Oh, those pleasure things made out of plastic, I think that’s what you called it? But kind of. The mowan spxam can live temporarily out of the ground and be replated where you want it to. But the best part is that it bonds with our central slit, both male and female, becoming one with us and giving us the phallic shape to use on our mates. That is why it is ours to pick,” I explain, looking over at some of the younger ones, knowing that a smaller one would be needed for Spider.
“Wait, would I use this on you? Or you use on me?” Spider asked, shocked but not repulsed.
“It can be used for both, but it is primarily meant to be used on the male in the relationship. So he may enjoy the same pleasures as his mate,” I look at Spider and watch his reaction, needing to know if he is alright with this.
He stands there thinking, and I am unable to read his expression from here. I feel my heart race nervously as I wait, fearing that I have pushed him too far.
“How do I choose?” Sider asks, breaking the silence.
I jump from my spot, rush over, and hug him, lifting Spider off the ground and kissing him soundly.
Little giggles flow past his lips, “Yawne, you need to let me down if I am to pick one,” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.
I gently put him back on his feet, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited for this! For you, Spider! Now you can enjoy the wonderful pleasure you give me every time!” I can’t help but squeal in joy as I rub my chin over Spider’s head, covering him in my scent.
“I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything,” Spider admits sheepishly, “Now, show me how this works!” He says, clapping his hands together.
“You pick whichever spxam you want, but make sure you pick one you can handle; you may only choose one in your lifetime. But when you do, you will gently stroke around the base. It will then detach itself and hold onto you.” 
And with that, Spider moves around, looking through them carefully. He paused briefly at one green one that was longer and thicker than his arm. After gawking at it, he quickly moved on, finding a patch of younger spxam and browsing through them. But as I took a look, even these young ones were much larger than what I’ve seen a tawtute have. My ears flickered back as I became concerned, wondering if Spider could take any of these.
“This one,” While I was distracted, Spider had chosen one, and I realized that I should have explained better.
In his hand was a deep violet mowan spxam, the bottom of it wrapped eagerly around his fingers and around his wrist. Each color meant something different. Green ones were calm, the spines stayed still, only moving if needed. Red ones were teasing; they would search for your most sensitive spot and only play there. On the other hand, Purple is wild, never ceasing movement, as they would wraith and move; even the stock couldn’t stay still; some were even known for expanding their size. This is the one that Spider chose, covered thickly in spines that are already twisting around, yet it is too late to tell him, as they have already bound.
“What’s wrong with it?” Spider asked worriedly, fearing he had done something wrong. 
“There is nothing wrong with it!” I wanted to reassure him, for it was me who failed him, “Purple is known for being wild. Typically, only well-experienced Na’vi choose them,” I bite my lips as I explain this. 
“Well, I guess I better learn fast,” Spider’s smile reassured me as his fingers played with the mowan spxam.
Breaking out of my worry, I quickly pulled out a vial I had been carrying. “Yes, I think you should,” The vial was full of oil used for mating, as I had prepared this, hoping it would go well.
“I should have known,” Spider muttered to himself, shaking his head, but I could still see the smile on his face.
“Come here,” I demand softly, holding my hand out.
Spider walked to me, filled with confidence, with love in his eyes. I kneed down to his height as I met his lips with my own. My mating having Eywa’syawn never ceased to fail. I open my mouth to kiss Spider more, dominating his smaller frame with my own as I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer. I nip at his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he eagerly gives. My tongue takes over his mouth, filling each centimeter as I play with his tongue. Spider closes his mouth and sucks on my tongue, pulling a moan from me. 
I parted from his lips as I looked down at him. Spider’s face flushed a pretty pink as he gasped for breath.
“Take off your tewng, then lay down,” My voice was soft but left no room for argument.
Despite only having one hand, Spider removed the article of clothing and laid it to the side before kneeling down and then laying himself down flat on the ground. His pretty cock was already hard and flushed red, leaning on his abs. His prone body is a beautiful sight. I could gaze upon him all day.
“You’re so pretty, Tìyawn,” I comment as I run my hand along his thighs and up his stomach. 
“Not as pretty as you,” Spider says back, becoming distracted by my touch.
I chuckle at the comeback; as I focus back on his thighs, I rub my fingers into the meat of them, gently spreading his legs as I do so. I move down to his knees, lifting them, and place his feet up on my thighs, giving me room to work with. Looking down, I see his puckered hole, tiny and pink. I realized I was lucky that Norm had caught learning about this particular tradition. I may have been furious that he knew, but he and Max created a new oil containing a muscle relaxer, and I am thankful for that now.
“So tiny,” I murmur, rubbing my pinky over the small hole, and even that seemed huge.
A small gasp leaves Spider’s mouth, one of surprise and interest. Opening the vial, I poured a tiny amount onto my pinky, just enough to rub into Spider’s skin. Moving back to his hole, I rub my now slick pinky over it, making sure to get every crevice and applying gentle pressure. If what they said is true, then the muscle will slowly relax, allowing me entrance.
“Syulang, I think you might be a bit too big,” Spider’s voice through a moan.
“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve already planned everything,” I soothe, rubbing a little more firmly, and I can feel the muscle giving in. 
Knowing Spider needs the distraction, I reach up, softly cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm. 
“Oh fuck,” Spider’s head rolled back as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
Taking the opportunity, I gently wiggled my pinky inside him. It was tight inside; the spongy walls had never taken anything inside before and were now pulsing around my pinky.
“Eywa!” He gasped.
I wiggled my digit around, trying to make more room or even to fit the rest of the finger inside, stuck at the first knuckle. Furrowing my brow, I pulled my pinky out, grabbed the vial, and placed the tip at Spider’s entrance. The opening easily popped inside, and I poured a good amount of the contents. Pulling the vial out didn’t cause the same popping noise as last time. I put the vial to the side and pushed my pinky in again. This time, it went in with no resistance.
“Tìyawn, what was that? I feel weird,” He asked as I wiggled my finger inside yet again.
“Something made just for you. It is helping,” I explained as I started looking for the spot I had read about.
With Spider’s hole much looser, instead of using my pinky, I switched to my pointer finger; while it was a little tighter than before, there was no resistance on entry. I pushed and prodded inside him, sliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the motion as I continued to look for the spot. Slick sounds from the oil sounded around the grove, mixed with Spider’s moans.
“Slow down, please! I’m close!” He begs me, but I remember reading that humans are much more relaxed after orgasm, so I continue on. 
I turn my wrist so my palm is facing upward. I then curl my finger, hitting something spongy.
Spider arched off the ground as his eyes flew open, “Fuck! Right there!” He shouted, as his cock leaked precum everywhere; a small puddle formed on his stomach as his cock twitched.
Laughing, I prodded that spot again and again as I forced my finger in and out. Seeing that Spider was distracted, I pressed a second finger to his entrance, and it easily slid inside. Noticing how easy it was, I pushed in a third finger, which was swallowed up after a slight push. His one furrowed hole is now stretched taught around my fingers, pushing and pulling, trying to follow the speed I set. 
“Please, I’m too close! I’m gonna cum!” He squealed.
I wanted Spider to cum, so I took his dick between two of my fingers and moved them in time with my other hand, quickly bringing Spider to his reliance. Ropes of cum splattered out of his dick, landing all over his chest, neck, and face. Continuing my movements on his cock, I grabbed the spxam mowan from his hand. By now, my slit was open and weeping for attention, making it easy to gently slide the bottom of the spxam mowan inside. My eyes dilate at the pleasure, each of my inner tendrils wrapping around and playing with the spxam mowan, locking itself inside me for now. As it locked inside, the outer tendrils started to move more. Excited to play soon, I could feel each spine move as if it were my own tendril. I let go of Spider’s cock, earning me a whine, either from the lack of touch or oversensitivity. I’m unsure which it is. Grabbing Spider’s hips, I line him up with the spxam mowan. His cute hole hadn’t closed, showing me the pink inner flesh. I look up at Spider’s face; drool, tears, and sperm cover his face, his chest heaving for breath. A pretty pink blush covers him, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight. 
Spider whines, rolling his hips, catching the tapered tip on his open hole, “No more waiting.”
Giving into his whines, I slowly push inside, each spine pushed in with a pop. The tight, wet heat was going to send me into a frenzy, I grabbed onto Spider’s hips harder, trying to steady myself. As I pushed further in, the spines came to life, each rummaging around his insides, trying to find a good place to stay. 
“So big, Yawne,” Spider’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned.
Yet, I can’t take my eyes off his hole. Bigger than I thought a tawtute body could handle, the stalk was large enough, yet each spine popped inside, spreading his hole farther before swallowing again, and I felt every inch of it, but nothing beats the sight of my hips meeting his ass, the rim of his ass spread white around my fake cock. 
“Look at that; you took it all,” I muttered, unable to believe the sight myself.
All I got for a replay was a broken moan. Wanting something different, I moved my hands down to his knees and pressed them toward his chest. I lean down over Spider’s body, taking notice of the bulge in his stomach. I can’t help the growl that left my lips, a mix of a growl and a purr, as I rolled my hips inside, each spine pulling and wiggling inside him, none of them able to settle for a second. Rubbing and pressing every little thing they can find, watching the cum dribble out of Spider’s cock I know they found the same spot. 
“My Muntxatan, taking it so well for me, so pretty for me,” I growl out as I slide the mowan back, each spine getting stuck and popping out again as I slammed it back inside. 
The scream I got in return was beautiful. I started thrusting my hips, needing to hear more of Spider’s sounds.
“Sl- SLO-, OH FUCk!” Spider tried to stutter out, but I didn’t care.
The tightness from Spider’s hole as he flexed caused me pleasure like I never knew before, as each thrust pushed and pulled on my inner tendrils, building my climax rapidly. 
“You really want me to slow down? I don’t think so. I think you’re enjoying your ass being fucked,” I snarled into his ear. 
The sloppy sounds of the oil spilling everywhere, as each spine popped in and out of his hole, were filthy in the best of ways. I could feel Spider attempting to make himself tighter around the mowan, and I thrust even harder. The sounds of my thighs smacking his ass was loud that it left ringing in my ears. 
“Cum! GonNA CUm!” Spider screamed as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss. 
I eagerly accept his kiss, pulling Spider closer to me. His body was drawn tight, needing to release. I grabbed his cock again and started pumping his cock. I swallowed his moans as he clenched around me, cum flew everywhere as he erupted. I thrust several more times before my coil snapped. My vision whited out as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I continued to thrust erratically as I chased the remnants of my high, but as Spider’s whines became desperate, I knew I had to stop. I slide out of him carefully, and I examine his entrance. The once tight hole is now loose and seems unable to close. It was wicking pathetically as oil dribbled out. 
“You did such a good job. I love you, Spider,” I say softly, proud of how well he did.
When I received no reply, I looked up and saw he was fast asleep. I chuckled at his plight but let him sleep on, gently cleaning him so he wouldn’t be dirty when he wakes up.
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stocious · 10 months ago
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tag games time! look who isnt late! thank you @energievie for tagging me! 🖤
name: kakakak
age: 32 for a few more months
star sign: aries bby
your first language: swedish
second language: english bby
favourite lip product: my brother in christ, i barely use lip balm even.
the best food dish you can make without a recipe: i don't cook, really. i'll boil you some pasta and throw something on top?
If you drink tea, what kind? nope.
If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? nope.
favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: i haven't been on youtube in a hot minutes, i'll be honest.
favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: my youtube era didn't start until like, 2016 maybe? no i don't know what i did with my time either.
favourite item of clothing right now: my killstar tarot card sweatpants.
favourite item of clothing in 2012: probably my 'when you die i'm gonna breakdance on your casket' hoodie. i still have it.
fandom
three movies you recommend: i'm so bad at movies, i never watch them. lotr series is three movies, watch that. right now.
your favourite concert: the only big band tm concert i've gone to is die antwoord in germany and that was damn mess.
have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? yeah, the infantilization of debbie drove me up the damn wall.
have you ever left a fandom because of the fans? nope!
the best tv show you watched last year: i'm so boring, i watch the same shows over and over and over. have you heard of this show called shameless? it's pretty good.
do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? nope.
a ship you’ve abandoned: ceffy.
on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? probably a 9-10. i'm in the #weirdshit channel in fic club, nothing scares me. and you if you get scared in there, i mean, tough titties?
do you have a fandom tattoo? (do you want one?) no but i'd want a sneaky one. if you know you know type thing? flip phone with miss me?
what fandom do you wish was bigger? idk fam im just here.
has a finale ever ruined a show for you? how i met your mother! what on EARTH
have you…
swam in an ocean? yeah!
ever been vegan/vegetarian? nope.
gone skinny dipping? i don't think so.
gone skiing? yeah!
been to a convention? nope.
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Tagging (if you wanna do it): @skylerwinchester @creepkinginc @jrooc @transmickey @juliakayyy @vintagelacerosette @crossmydna @mmmichyyy aaand anyone else! 🖤
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sullustangin · 10 months ago
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Fluffy February Day 9: Storm
SWTOR
Time: 3648 BBY (5 ATC)
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All the lights went out in Virtue’s Thief.  Everything went dead silent for a second, including, much to Eva’s panic, the life support system.  Then the backups kicked on.  She sat, terrified, in the pilot’s seat, with the orange glow of the emergency lights.
She’d taken her first nightshift on the Thief, and she broke the ship.  Somehow. Ma was going to kill her.  Absolutely.
And indeed, Eva heard the second her mom’s boots hit the floor.  Shit, she’s up.
Dad wasn’t going to be.  He was probably going to sleep through the whole thing, as he did these days.  Getting out of bed was a two-man operation, and her mother was already on the way to the cockpit. 
Eva turned to Huck, who was riding shotgun in the co-pilot’s seat.  “Remember, you’re not allowed to kill me, no matter what she says.  I’m only 15.  It’s your primary function to ensure I survive –”
“Interruption: to the date of your majority on your chaincode card.  Correction:  the chaincode card supplied to me by your mother.  That is already 21.65 years old.  Conclusion: my primary mission of ensuring your survival to the Republic age of majority has already been a success.”
Eva gave him a filthy look that only a foiled teenager could.  “You can be a real massive bag of robo-dicks, Huck.”
“Objection!  -- ”
Just then, the door hissed open.  Athene Corolastor’s red hair was braided tightly to keep the curls under control, and she’d thrown on a thermal top over her sleepwear and put on the socks with the little grips on the bottom that she and Eva squabbled over.  “What happened?”
“I don’t know, I swear to the Three Moons.”  Eva leaned back the captain’s chair, away from the dashboard.  “We were going along fine – and then it all shutdown.”
Athene frowned.  “No contacts on the sensors?”
“Not even space junk or an asteroid.”  Eva tapped at the nav computer.  “We were on the course you plotted before going to bed.  Didn’t touch nothing.  Just made sure all the green lights stayed green.”
Athene nodded, distractedly.  “I think…” she trailed off.  She consulted the trajectories she’d charted and the current state of the ship.  “We might have nicked the edge of a geomagnetic storm.” 
Eva made a face.  “How’s that happen?” 
“Local sun might be throwing solar winds and agitating the planetary magnetospheres – mostly self-contained, but if things line up, they can get cranky enough to mess with planets that are in the system – or are passing through hyperspace at the time.”  Athene rattled off the explanation as if it were nothing.  It was needed to know for the business of galactic smuggling; the rest of her education (and Eva’s) was nowhere near as impressive.  Athene motioned for Huck to get out of his chair.  He immediately acquiesced and disappeared down the hallway.
Eva nodded, as if she understood any of that.  “So not my fault?”
“Nope, not at all,” Athene replied, eyes still watching the lights on the dashboard slowly go green again.  “You just hope it doesn’t happen in hot pursuit or take you out in a less than friendly territory.”
Eva slumped into the chair in relief.  “I thought I broke the ship.”
“Happens to all captains, at some point.”  Satisfied that the ship was recalibrating and resetting appropriately, Athene let herself sit down in the co-pilot’s chair.  “Just part of learning the ropes.  What you can predict… and what you can’t.” 
Eva let out a sigh.  “Feels like I’m always going to be learning – never a master –”
“Honey, don’t think you’re going to be one of those skypirates from those books,” Athene cut her off before she could whing.  “We’re small-time.  You’re clocking 1500 hours as if you were some real important pilot that would fly ships that took people places; this is all pretty demanding, for what we are…”  Athene shifted in her seat.  “But I want you to learn it right.  I want you to be ready for anything.”
“Magnetic storms,” Eva gestured out the front viewport.
Athene nodded.  “Fires.  Hyperdrive failures.  Fuel issues… All the things that are going to be yours one day.”
Mother and daughter exchanged smiles. Virtue's Thief was destined to be Eva's, hopefully far, far in the future.
The door chimed and slid open, and in skittered Hylo the cat, unable to bear being separated from Eva a second later.
And then his paw hit something on he way up the dashboard and the ship was plunged into darkness –
“..but I never had a cat on here before.  That can be your new problem with the Thief.”
“…can you at least help figure out what he did?”
“…yeah.”
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@fluffyfebruary
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