#ok re edited hold on

[cconfusedkat]

Goat doodles part 2(? Technically. They will not stop). Hes really fun to characterize and now i feel like just because goat exists i need to draw it interacting with all the bishops (ive yet to do that with lamb) (but im just having fun I love these funny gay people)

[moeyynorris]

She Tastes Like Home

Lando Norris x F!Reader

Warnings: smut (oral f!receiving). That’s it. That’s all it really is. Oh, and it’s not very well edited because I’m lazy. Sorry.

Lando grinned the moment he walked through the hotel bathroom door, fresh and clean from his shower. Practice 2 had been frustrating, but he got info for the team so they could sort out the problems. Things were going to work out, everything was going to be ok.

Which is why you were confused by Lando’s solemn expression… until it clicked.

The two of you had been in Japan for 4 days now, having gotten there a bit early so you could see the sights. But, that was 4 days away from the comfort zone you both called home.

That was it; Lando was homesick.

“Come lay with me, baby,” you begged with a whisper, patting the spot on the bed beside you. A sweet yet devilish smile answered you as Lando slowly made his way over to you. His emerald gaze darkened as he stopped at the end of the bed, taking in your form. His eyes lingered on the white, semi-sheer cami you loved to sleep in. Then, they trailed down to the matching panties, licking his lips.

You re-captured Lando’s gaze. “See something you like, handsome?”

His lips parted as he drank you in. Then, he leaned forward, arching his bare torso over the edge of the bed. His long fingers gripped the sheet slightly as he pulled himself towards you.

A lightly calloused palm caressed your knee, urging it away from the other. Lando bit his bottom lip as he hoisted himself forward one last time, his face hovering over the thin material that hid his prize.

“Lando—“ you breathed, begging him to say something. He peered up at you through curled lashes.

“I love you,” he managed, something between a whisper and a growl. Your breath huffed out of you.

“I love you t—“ your word ended in a low moan as Lando’s finger traced up your clothed slit. He slid his finger up and down, smirking as your body tensed.

Your hummed and gasped as he continued, seeming to enjoy just watching you, how you reacted to his mere touch.

“I need to—“ he groaned as he reached up and tugged your panties down. You lifted up so he could get them completely off you. The moment they were off, he left a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses up each of your thighs. Then, he hovered over your wet heat, his breath sending shivers over your hot skin.

“Lando, please.” Thats all he needed. He slipped a finger through your slick, then another, parting your folds. His thumb found your swollen clit and began to slowly roll circles over the nub. Your back arched as you let out a whimper.

His tongue finally flicked at the glistening flesh, before he flattened his tongue and slowly slid up your folds. “Mmmm,” he hummed, licking the slick from his lips. “You taste like home,” he groaned. He went in for another long taste of you, his thumb quickening its pace.

“Lando, oh—“ you gasp, wiggling under him. His free hand pinned your hip down, holding you still. Then, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, the muscle swirling over your swollen nub.

A raspy moan left you as a finger toyed with your entrance. It entered you, only half way, then he pulled it back out. You bucked against his grasp, desperate for friction. He grinned against your folds, then gave you what you wanted.

Two fingers squeezed their way deep inside you. He pulled them out, then thrusted them back in. He quickly found a rhythm, thrusting and curling while his tongue rubbed and swirled against you.

You bucked and wiggled against him, quickly feeling your release closing in. You reached down, grasping onto his wild curls as he savored you.

His head rose up, blackened eyes meeting yours. “C’mon baby. Cum for me.” Lando licked his glistening lips and grinned, watching your body as it inched closer to bliss. “C’mon my love.” He licked another stripe over your folds before getting back to work.

Within seconds, you felt a throbbing in your core. His fingers, his eyes, his flexing muscles, his tongue. It was all too much.

Your back arched as the first wave hit you. You bucked against Lando’s merciless effort, whimpering and moaning his name as you rode each wave. He continued his dance as you writhed beneath him, grasping his locks, your other hand in the bed sheets.

“Oh my god,” you huffed as you came down. Lando lifted his head and pulled his hands away. You whined at the loss of touch.

“Oh no, Lando is just fine,” he teased, shooting you a wink. You rolled your eyes and whined as you wiggled under him again.

He chuckled. “Oh, impatient are we?” You huffed in frustration. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.”

[alexa-fika]

UR WRITING AMAZING MATEE

Pls do more of Rayleigh and shakky those story u posted heal my childhood, they r like the type of parents I wish I had.

Thank you so much for ur work and ofc u don’t gotta do this if u don’t wanna or don’t do requests but thanks have a good one :)

Special Treasure (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky)

A/N: YALL I HAVE COME BACK WITH A COOK AM I WRONG OR AM I RIGHT?? Toothroting, cavity inducing heart stopping cuteness ahead

Dividers by @/saradika

“Reader, where were you? Rayleigh questions as he sees his grandchild coming into the bar on top of Millo, their usual Smiledon Companion covered in dirt and grass, his wife in front of him preparing drinks, glancing at the child questioningly

“Outside!”

Rayleigh smiled softly as he approached the child, kneeling down slightly to meet them. Grabbing them from the large feline and putting them on their hip

“What were you doing outside?”

“Causing trouble, I bet?” pipes in Shakky

“We were exploring.”

“Mm, of course,” Rayleigh raises his brow at his wife, who nods along knowingly.

“Exploring, eh?” The white-haired man asks with a sly smirk

“Where were you exploring?”

They stay silent, playing with their grandfathers hair, trying to evade their gaze as they shrug

“Hm,” Rayleigh muttered

He then raises his eyebrows.

“You think I'm going to get mad?” his voice was light yet stern

“Yeah,” they say, hiding their face into their neck and continuing to play with his hair

Rayleigh chuckles, rubbing their head with one hand as he speaks to them.

“Well, I'm not...I know how it is. Being young and curious.”

“But you should never go off without telling someone where you're going.."

“But I went with Millo!” They exclaim, pulling their head out and gesturing at the large feline

“I mean a proper person,” Rayleigh chuckles,

“Millo, doesn’t count”

The toothed cat lets out a small indignant yowl at his comment, Reader reacting similarly with an offended gasp

Rayleigh scoffed at the cat's reaction, finding it amusing.

“There, there, Millo, you'll live.” Shakky Laughs.

“You're lucky you're adorable, isn't that right?” he said, looking at the cat.

“You're being mean to Millo Grandpa!”

“Now, Now both of you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Rayleigh says with a frown,

“but you need to understand it makes your gramps and gran worry, alright? You're our treasure, you know?”

“Im sorry,”

Shakky smiles, opening her arms for Rayleigh to pass them to her, he smiles obliging her silent request

“Come here” she says taking a hold of them

“We’re not mad, As we said, you are really important, and we simply worry, there are dangerous and gross people not far from here.”

“I just wanted to explore a little, but I didn’t mean to go far. “

Rayleigh scoffs and pulls the child into his arms, planting several kisses upon their cheek,

“It's fine... Just let me know next time where you are exploring; I know you're more than capable on your own, but still, I'd like to have an idea of where to look for you."

“Oke”

“Now that we got that out of the way, what were you doing that got you covered in dirt?”

They shuffle in their grandmother's arms, digging something from their small backpack

“I was getting you guys flowers!” They exclaim, pulling said plants out and handing two roughly arrays of flowers

Rayleigh’s face breaks out into a smile,

“For Us, you brought us flowers?”

They nod excitedly handing them the mix-match bouquet of flowers

The elderly couple exchange a look before embracing the child, who is now buried within the confines of their affection.

What do we think? Originally I thought it was missing something but I re-read it and I really like it, what are our thoughts? Im going to try the Dokusha reader for a test run, btw it’s about a certain lazy ice lord 👀. Im editing it right now maybe even a second part today if yall like it?

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[pluckyshroom]

FANTROLL ADOPTS: BEACH BABES (batch 1)

money is very tight and scary rn so i'm making some weird little aliens for purchase qwq if they go over well i'd like to do more they were fun~

DM to claim, cashapp preferred but negotiable. full res/isolated png will be granted through email once payment is made. first come first serve, i don't do holds! RULES FOR USAGE AFTER PURCHASE: - when sharing the sprite, whether on tumblr or anywhere else (like toyhou.se, tw*tter, etc), tagging back here to @/pluckyshroom or @/stellarparallaxcomic is greatly appreciated -do not edit the sprite itself, but any detail changes/tweaks in art you make/commission of them is ok! -name, gender, age, body type, interests, etc are up to you (but can be provided for $15 extra if desired, just ask)

this is the first time in a LONG while i've made these, feel free to toss questions at me lol reblogs appreciated as well!!!!

[speakofthedebbie]

by popular demand (re: one person) some radioapple fic recs!! (i hope thats what you meant lol most of the fics i read are just radioapple)

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 3 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic

im not sure if its meant to be read as such but it kinda feels like a squeal to bedtime rituals in a way (edit: not meant to be read as such, just the same vibe)

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

also just yes. basically a really not cool joke evolves into a blossoming romance because why wouldnt it. (man if i had a nickel for every radioapple fic that had a masquerade that was sabotaged by the vees- *gets shot bc i cant mention osas yet*)

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

ykw fuck it just the entire series (i didnt mention i would give anything to not give a shit (but i do) and my perfect rock bottom (my beautiful trauma) because the first one sounded a lil too angsty and ive gotten enough of that from other sources [pointedly glares at Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love {also coming up later!}] and the second is (mostly) smut and ive been trying to step back from that because "ive seen worse" isnt a valid excuse for that torture actually)

Of Saints and Sinners by the forever amazing @morningstarwrites!! (if you see this i have a serious question: is this your first time ever writing a fic? because how do you get so much right the first time- [not even beginners luck could explain this level of skill])

i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i am foaming at the mouth till friday (depending on how this goes, that might be tomorrow or today)

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall (no tumblr in sight, so AO3) (i. urgfgh. what happened. i was just smiling over the fluff while crossing to go to school. where did it go. where did it gooooo)

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. also emily is there (fallen) tho we havent seen her in a sec. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6(?) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and minzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

{{future me prefacing this by saying i have no idea where i was going with yesterdays thought process, all you need to know from it was im on chapter 27. also scungilli your comment is making me very worried 😟 well theres no mcd tag so im sure itll fine, right? RIGHT, SCUNGILLI??}}

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent of for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

this one starts off as human!alastor/lucifer but by the middle(?) its just regular radioapple. basically al is encountered by luci while finishing off a job who agrees to keep quiet. luci just keeps on showing up, reveals hes the devil to which al us just like "lol ok" and eventually they get in a relationship (ooh lala 👀) but they break up after saying some hurtful things to each other (oh nono 👀) with luci promising al they will never cross paths again. if you watched the show then well. you know that doesnt happen 😂 most human!al radioapple have al summon him (no hate to them) so this was an interesting change of pace

cannot stress it enough but this is a WORKING list i WILL be coming back to it bc these are purely the fics i could think if off the top of my head. IN FACT, if any of you have radioapple fics you love, SEND THEM THE FUCK IN! i am one person whos only been in this fandom for 4 months, and reading fics/shipping radioapple even less, theres bound to be some ones i missed that you think are Worthy™️! and if theyre nsfw then at the very least it shouldnt be the main focus

EDIT: so sorry anyone who reblogged this before had to see the disgusting unedited version. literally just found out that tumblr doesnt apply edits to reblogs. what the fuck

[sunnys-out]

Dance the Night | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Based on this request. Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I am actually going to have a FaceTime date with my own Northern English, defender this Sunday so wish me luck :)

Also, I imagine that these are the types of dance covers that you would post on Tik Tok btw.

Word count: 2823

Warnings: Suggestive themes/statements

Baby, you can find me under the lights

Diamonds under my eyes

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just

Come along for the ride?

Oh, my outfit is so tight

You can see my heartbeat tonight

I can take the heat, baby, best believe

That's the moment I shine

Lucy and I had the shared experience of playing in an American university. The only difference was that UC Berkeley was my home for my time there. 

One of the things that I did during my four years at Cal that made them special and even was something that people loved learning about me was that I was also a part of a dance group whilst playing football. When I was in America, I found that dance was a good way to maintain my cardio and it was a fun way to keep my mind off of football for a bit. I used to do ballet as a kid and did some hip-hop dancing as I grew older so it was not something too out of the ordinary. 

Even though football was my true calling, that did not stop me from dancing in the locker rooms before games, and posting little dance covers on Tik Tok during camps at the behest of Mary Earps.  The only reason that the fans got wind of the fact that I’m that teammate constantly dancing was because of Lucy, who was filming one time before we played in a friendly against Germany and posting it on Instagram. She says that I didn’t pull her immediately that day but I know Lucy and I saw the way she watched me behind the phone as I danced to Work Out by J. Cole.

During the Euros, it became a thing, I guess, for the main Lionesses Instagram to post my pregame dances in the locker room. One of those I ended up teaching Miss Lucy Bronze how to slow dance which turned into a faster dance much to Lucy’s dismay. Lucy twirling me into a hold was the focal point of the video and I get why this one became a fan favorite and material for loads of couple edits of us. 

The caption of said post, “@bbcstrictly @y/n is waiting for her call-up! 👀” 

Of course I commented, “@y/n: @bbcstrictly ok but actually I would be down, I love love love the show 💃🙏” 

Post win at the Euros, I was getting a call from the producers of Strictly Come Dancing to perform a one-time, special dance. They said that it was some kind of honoring fit for a new European champion.

I worked it out with my management that it would definitely be something that I could do after the World Cup since that was my next objective after a successful Euros run. 

During the off time in the World Cup, I found myself talking to the producers as they had ideas of the performance and the choreography that would go with it. So, sometimes I would have to deny a walk with Lucy to figure out some logistics. I was met with a small but still visible pout from Lucy as she only nodded and would call up Jordan to take my place.

My attention was monopolized once we finalized what song and choreography we were aiming for and of course my new dance partner. I didn’t really know the guy but apparently he was on a reality show and all the girls were after him. The only taste of reality shows that I had was occasionally watching Love Island over Rachel and Millie’s shoulders on bus rides to games. I did not understand at all what went on but the drama was entertaining from what I saw. 

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“So, you’re not going to tell me the name of the song you will be dancing to?” Lucy said as she remained sitting on the hotel bed as she watched me change into something nicer than the training set I had been in all day. Eyes trained on me the whole time. 

“Nope, it’s a surprise, baby. Sworn to secrecy anyways” I said as I got ready for our walk.

Lucy frowned as she started scratching her neck “well at least show me who you are going to be dancing with, like what if it’s a weirdo you know?” 

I comply and give her my phone after I look up the name of the guy they had paired me up with. 

“Not too bad looking right?” I tease, as I put on some dunks and ask for my phone back.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and laughed a little, “I know I can’t dance like you but ya think it’s too late to ask if I could be your dance partner?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “don’t be jealous baby, now let’s get going there is a cafe with a chocolate pastry I wanted to try!” 

I pulled her up ignoring the small pout and muttering “ ‘m not jealous” as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged her out of the door.

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After our loss at the World Cup final and a lot of tearful goodbyes to the other girls, Lucy and I made our way back to Barcelona and just took some time to decompress. 

One of Lucy’s favorite things to wake up to was seeing me in the kitchen making myself breakfast, dancing in silence with my airpods in my ears without a care in the world. 

This particular Saturday morning, however, she was confused because instead of a loose, messy  bun, my hair was brushed and down. 

Instead of one of my old, English training shirts, I was in a lilac crop top and denim shorts that showed off my legs and not my old PSG shorts. 

As she got closer, the smell of her favorite perfume on me hit her nose, suddenly Lucy stood there wondering what day it was and did she fuck up and forgot some anniversary. 

As I turned to go to our fridge to pull out the water pitcher, I caught sight of Lucy just standing by the kitchen island. 

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare” I tease and followed up with a quick kiss on her cheek “Good Morning, sleepy head”

Lucy remained silent for a beat before going, “Why are you all dressed up on a Saturday morning?...Did I forget something?” 

She rubbed her eyes, lifting her clear glasses as she did so.

“Nope, our anniversary is still Bastille day, uh my birthday hasn’t changed and yours is still in October” I listed them off on my fingers and then continued as if I didn’t leave Lucy even more confused as I began cleaning the counter. 

A pair of arms wrapped around me stopping me in my tracks as Lucy burrowed her head into my neck taking in the perfume I wore. 

“Then will Miss L/N tell me where she is going dressed like this, hm?” She mumbled as she placed a chaste kiss on my neck.

“Going to get lunch with…ugh what was his name? The one I'm going to be dancing with for Strictly Dancing, baby” I say, nonchalantly, a smirk creeping at my mouth as I felt Lucy’s arms tighten around me and her mouth getting close to my ear.

Lucy did not show jealousy often but I loved it when she did. I loved teasing her but she would always dismiss it saying that she knew that I was hers so why should she worry.  But the tone of her voice gave her away. 

“Oh really?” She says softly in my ear before turning me around my back to the countertop now. My face remained unfazed as I nodded, even though I was loving everything about the interaction.

“Yes?” I nod over to the other counter across from me. “I made you some breakfast so ya don’t miss me too much, even cut you some fruit”. 

The softness and nonchalant nature of my voice made her jaw tightened a bit. 

“Want me to go with you?” she said not letting me go, still caging me in against the counter.

I thought for a moment and then shook my head “no” and simply replied.

“I’m a big girl. Don’t you worry, Lucia” My eyebrows raised slightly as Lucy pulled back.  

Lucy moves her arms back to her side, “Fine, but I’m driving you” 

She did end up driving me to the little brunch place and ignored my “protests” of “you don’t have to walk me to the restaurant, Luce” as she held me tightly at the waist, her hand possessively on the bare skin on my waist.

I let myself out of Lucy’s hold as I introduced myself to my dance partner. He truly was the object of every other girls dream…just not mine. He wasn’t unattractive at all. Even though Lucy came literally holding me at the waist, it didn’t stop my dance partner from subtly looking me up at down.

“Well, it’s great to meet a Euro Champion and a world cup finalist, (y/n)” he said avoiding Lucy’s glare through her sunglasses. 

I stop him and laughed, “well technically two, this is Lucy Bronze, my partner, she was just dropping me off” 

Lucy only extends her hand out to the guy and firmly shakes his hand and mutters out “pleasure”.

The guy only nods “well, I’ll make sure she gets home safely”.

I hide the smile on my face when I saw Lucy, still holding his hand, say bluntly. 

“Oh? No, I’ll be picking her up, don’t you worry” the guy’s hand falling limp as she let’s go. 

I give Lucy a hug and planned to just give her a quick kiss on the cheek but she pulled me closer to her by the waist and gave me a slow kiss on the lips,

Before I pull away, she whispered quietly in my ear, “just wanted to make sure he knows who you're coming home to”

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The little brunch outing was interesting to say the least. The boy was bold given Lucy did stare him down when she picked me up like she promised. Especially as we left the restaurant but I, kindly, avoided his “subtle” advances of him trying to lead me to Lucy’s car. 

What had been discussed about the dance and from what I could see is that I would be the main focal point and he would be, for lack of a better term, an accessory. I, of course, would not be telling Lucy that immediately, I was very much enjoying the attention she was giving me. 

It being essentially a solo dance made it easier since I have training and I wouldn't have to rely on someone else to also learn the choreography…which allowed for me to work on a little surprise for Lucy with my extra free time. 

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“Baby, can you help me with something?” I yelled down the hall of our shared apartment.

Lucy came in shortly with a raised eyebrow “ yeah what’s up?”

“Remember how you said that you wanted to be my dance partner instead of what’s his face?” I say as I move some of our furniture out of the way to make space in the middle all while trying to not hit Narla in the process. 

Lucy looked at me confused and with a laugh said, “I never said that…what’d you need though?”

I grab her hands and pull her to the middle of our living room “Well can you be my dance partner? You know with all the training and all I can’t really practice the choreo with him…so you want to help me?”

Lucy smiled and nodded as she pulled me closer to her and gave me a twirl “Ok, miss l/n, lead on”

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My, sweet, Lucia can be a wonderful dancer when she puts time into in. She followed my direction even though the “quick movements of the dance” were something she would have to get used to but eventually after a couple of weeks. She was able to fluidly hold me and move with me.

Narla definitely got a kick out of her two moms doing something akin to the salsa in the living room. I would say Lucy, even with the groans and complaints, secretly, enjoyed it as well.

The day of filming came quickly and out of nowhere and we were filming it in the streets of Barcelona; there was just no way we would be able to fly to England and back, especially with pre-season and games starting. 

I just want to give a special thank you to M&S for giving Lucy that outfit she wore during that one photoshoot we had with England, honestly, doing the Lord’s work. I had subtly asked that I would love to see her wear it again and again subtly suggested she wear it to the Strictly Dancing shoot and I just love it when she listens to me.

Luce was behind the cameras and chatted with the producers as they waited for me to come out of the dressing room ready to film.

As I was led out with my hand loosely in my dance partner’s I reveled the intensity of Lucy’s stare. 

Why? 

Well I had a silver, fringe dress with an open back and the dress came up to my mid thigh and matching high heels  and, well the fact, my dance partner was trying ever so slightly to get closer to me as we were speaking with the director. 

As we got into position, center “stage” in the streets of Barcelona, I look over to Lucy and give a quick wink to her. 

“Dance the Night by Dua Lipa” started to play on the set.  I began moving quickly and sensually and interacting very little with my partner. The fringe of the dress definitely did not leave much to the imagination. There were parts where his hand would find my waist but those lasted only a few seconds.

Lucy watched, not letting me escape her sight and hid her frown as she noted the times my dance partner would slow the movements of his hands once they reached my waist or when he looked me over as I danced a little ahead of him. 

We did not anticipate it being a one take but it was something that I wanted as it was more real in a way. As the music faded and the host came onto the stage to interview me, I caught Lucy in the corner of my eye, and she was smiling so big and visibly more relaxed.

“(y/n), so happy you could be here and we are just so happy to celebrate you and your achievements. How does it feel?” I hold the microphone, still catching my breath

“I loved this to be honest, love the show, and dancing is just something that I enjoy other than football. Uh, it’s definitely been some time since I’ve performed at this scale but it was absolutely a treat, thank you all for inviting me” I said gesturing to the crew members.

“Well, again we are happy to be a part of this and we know that another Euro Champions is in our midst, and I know that you had a little something prepared for the both of you?” The cameras now focused on a very confused Lucy.

I laugh and continue, “Yes, Miss Bronze, she thinks she has been helping me practice for this sole performance but we were actually going to dance together as well, come on babe” I gesture for her to come onto the stage.

The interviewer walks off announcing, “and now for a special dance by  the Euro Champions and World Cup Finalists choreographed by Miss (y/n) (l/n)”.

Lucy finally reached me and whispered, “You little sneak,you planned this didn’t you?” 

I only wink and immediately pushed Lucy into position like we have been doing at home in our living room.

“Maybe~”  The music restarted and Lucy with the biggest smile on her face did everything perfectly. There were some slips in the movement but they were replaced with laughter as Lucy held onto me tightly as the music faded.

She hugged me tightly whispering, “Im so proud of you” her hands finding their place at my hips.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips as we both ignored the claps from the crew members. 

“So…would it be wrong to ask if you can keep the dress?” I smack her slightly at the question.

I give her a knowing smile, “Dress is mine to keep, but I don’t want to keep it on for too long, Miss Lucia Bronze”

I have never seen Lucy excuse herself, thank all the crew members and wish everyone a wonderful weekend so quickly before carrying me off the set in the midst of a fit of laughter. 

Let’s just say that these scenes from the recording quickly overtook the locker room dance in edits and well it was all worth the teasing from our teammates when it finally aired. 

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Do you maybe have a master post/compilation of leaks or rumors re the bullying investigation? I tried searching but tumblr search thingy is wonky

Old ask from sometime March-ish. Maybe? I forgot to look at the date before I published.

Ok, so this ask sent me down the research wormhole. (Yes, the tumblr search is all sorts drunk.)

There have been rumors of Meghan being rude to and difficult with staff since the fall after the wedding, and while the blogs discussed it as bullying, I don't believe the printed press called it "bullying" until Valentine Low's bombshell Times article dropped.

After the article dropped, there was a flurry of stories about the bullying allegations with Meghan leaking to People (of course). So over the year that the allegations were being investigated, there weren't a whole lot of leaks that I could find. A couple of rumblings from books that were already published (Courtiers and Battle of the Brothers, specifically) but things were a bit quiet.

Not long after the investigation was announced, which was followed quickly by the Oprah interview and Philip's passing, many of the blogs on Tumblr began openly speculating that we'd never see the results of the investigation.

Remember, the investigation was overlapping with Prince Philip's death, The Queen's illness, and Platinum Jubilee celebrations. It was confirmed on June 30, 2022, that the investigation wouldn't be published. While I do believe that the investigation wasn't published because it implicated Charles in some way, I also believe now - after compiling a timeline of the coverage - they decided not to publish because The Queen's health was already fast declining, everyone was understood she didn't have long left, and didn't want this to cause further conflict, chaos, or discomfort in whatever remaining time she had left.

There were a few leaks about the investigation from late September 2022 after royal mourning ended, which suggests to me that people were holding off on some stories out of respect to Her Late Majesty. And, of course, there was Spare being published in 2023 that caused a few rebuttals and leaks to defend the staff.

I'll post the timeline next. Use the 'bullying allegations' tag for help finding it.

Edit: adding the link ⬇️

[mommahughes19-23]

Hi love!

Could you do an insta edit for Nico and his girlfriend getting a puppy? A labradoodle or something cutesy like that. And then all his teammates begging for him to take the puppy to practice.

P.s. The first time I read you referring to him as Swiss string cheese made me snort so loud hahah.

Also, happy birthday for your daughter!

Puppy Love - N.H

@nicohischier : meet the newest nj devil Schatz Hischier

tagged : @username.yn

username.yn : omg look at our son 🫨🫨

jackhughes : so when's he coming to practice .. best birthday present ever❤️❤️❤️

↪ dawson1417 : @nicohischier @jackhughes NOT ONE TEAM will stand a chance with him in net 🤧🤧🤧🤧

↪ lhughes_06 : y'all I get to hold him first since im the youngest 😍

jesperbratt : PLEASE TELL ME Y.N IS GONNA LET YOU BRING HIM TO THE RINK PLEASE😭😭😭😭😭😭

↪ username.yn : @jesperbratt do you want me to answer this truthfully?🤨🤨

↪ nicohischier : @jesperbratt I have been begging and she won't budge🥵

tmeier96 : its ok guys lemme talk to y.n Ill have him in full gear by tomorrow 🤑🤑🤑

↪ username.yn : @tmeier96 touch my son without permission and you may not be able to participate next season😤😤

ninahischier : Ach du lieber Gott!! Ich bin eine Tante? Ich werde weinen, Mama und ich buchen gerade einen Flug zu euch! 🤩😭 (oh my god!! I'm an aunty? I'm going to cry, mom and I are booking a flight to come see you guys right now!)

↪ tmeier96 : Du bist ein bisschen dramatisch, findest du nicht? @ninahischier🤡 (you're a bit dramatic don't you think?)

↪ ninahischier : Verpiss dich🖕🏻🖕🏻 (fuck off)

tofff73 : BRO YOU HAVE TO BRING HIM BY THE RINK WHEN YOUR BACK FROM CZECHIA

John.marino97 : BRING HIM BRING HIM BRING HIM BRING HIM

pally_18 : YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lil Schatz welcome

ehaula : @nicohischier so when am I babysitting

bssmith : 🐶🐶🐶🐶

A.N (ITS LONG SORRY BUT READ): OK THIS. (need I say more) LIKE THIS SEXY SWISS STRING CHEESE WITH NOT LEAVE MY BRAIN OMG. I HOPE HIS CHEEK IS OK TOO. anywhooo its a little short and not that exciting but its currently 10:30pm and im going to go to bed to dream of all my hockey husbands but I wanted to get this out asap.

TELL ME NICO DOESNT JUST SCREAMMMMMM SWISS CHEESE TO YOU UGH. alsooooooooooooooooo I feel like his sister speaks English I just think that she would also comment in German to her brother and idk makes it spicy.

I mightttt re-work some of it (as I say about every post I do..) I dont know yet how I feel about it hehe

ALSO JASMINE (MY DAUGHTER) SAYS THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH ! she can't wait to go to daycare on Tuesday and tell everyone that another internet bestie wished her happy birthday!!!

I hope you like it babes <3

xoxoxoxoxox, M

Tags : @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines

[fox-teeth]

Continuing my final days of ShortBox Comics Fair posts (first post here) about the process of bringing "The Maker of Grave-Goods" from idea to completion here, where I'll discuss how I take a page of comics from outline to final art.

So after writing an outline I create lots of these messy stream-of-consciousness "sketch pages" where I write/revise the script, sketch out potential panels, and start fitting them into thumbnails simultaneously. I've never written a script before drawing--the two are too thoroughly linked for me.

I then draw big thumbnails (layouts?). I usually do these at print size on templates I print out as a way to make sure all the text and details will fit/look OK at the final size. This comic was digital and this stage was mostly done in a library so I just roughed things, 2 pages to an 8.5x11 sheet.

After I completed the thumbs and did some revisions on the script, had it copy edited, etc. I moved on to pencils. I printed templates with different divisions (fourths, thirds, etc.) for reference on legal size paper, hand lettered it using an Ames guide, and drew the art using 2B and col-erase pencils. (Unfortunately the paper I used for this was awful, too thin, just the worst)

I inked the pages on nicer paper (Strathmore 400 vellum bristol) using a lightbox. I mostly used Winsor & Newton Series 7 brushes sized 000-0 and Winsor & Newton india ink; but for the lettering and small details I used Japanese nibs (Nihonji for lettering, g nibs & maru for drawing) and speedball ink. And Delter 2 ink for white fixes.

Next is what I think is the most boring part: scanning, dropping images into templates, cleaning up, re-kerning a lot the hand lettered text, to get the traditional inks ready for digital coloring. (Thanks to my partner Sam for assisting with clean-up!)

For the coloring, I wanted to bridge what I'm known for (risograph comics) with digital so decided to treat this comic like a faux two-color riso. I made up two ink colors, "grape" and "phthalo green" and created a digital riso color chart to colorpick from (left) Compare to a real printed one at right.

The coloring uses only colors on that chart and lots of color holds, gradients, big flat spot colors, and even some simulated overprinting like the 2nd panel on the left page. And a noise filter for texture on top. Overall I'm really happy with the coloring--it looks exactly how I wanted it to.

This is pretty typical of how I make comics--I hope it was informative especially if you're interested in traditional media comics making.

Buy "The Maker of Grave-Goods" on ShortBox Comics Fair

[peripaltepsy]

BEWARE OF "body mod advices" - they can be dangerous and LETHAL.

(this post was about a deactivated blog but extends to any possible future blog like it)

edit3 since he deactivated: Red told me in the DMs that he WILL be more careful about all this risk stuff, I believe he is going to do better. Im sure he's a good person and he also was extremely civil in the DMs. Since he's not here to defend himself anymore I'll gladly take his side and say that despite this mess, all Red wanted to do was indeed reduce harm and potentially save lives. Good luck on all your endeavors, Red, I wish you a beautiful and successful career and that you have a great positive impact in the atypical dysphoria community, both on and offline. I don't know how my post truly impacted you, I'm so sorry if you're feeling bad. You acted the best way you possibly could.

Second, if Red comes back, DO NOT HARASS HIM, let him be himself and don't let his past hold them down.

Third, all my points still stand for their deactivated blog and any potential body mod tips blogs in the future. Please everyone, take care, stay safe.

Past edit: DONT HARASS any possible blogs like hers, just REPORT and spread awareness, (also don't make the same mistakes as me: TALK TO THEM FIRST)

Past edit: minors please interact with this post, forget my bio for this one

Past edit: editing editing the post since I talked to Red and he isn't bait. I definitely should have talked to them in DMs first. I sincerely apologize. So sorry Red! To those reading, don't make the same mistake as me, ok? Always talk to people privately first, I genuinely fucked up bad. This mistake of assuming others intentions, can traumatize them. If I were in Red's shoes I'd be traumatized. So yeah, I fucked up bad.

Their intentions are genuine but my point still stands that its extremely dangerous and can't qualify as harm-reduction / end edit note

alright, I'm not transid/radqueer but you guys need to REPORT AND WARN OTHERS of these accounts as soon as they appear. Do not entertain them, no matter how desperate you are to transition. You can become a victim of dangerous charlatanism.

LONG POST AHEAD, VERY IMPORTANT NEVERTHELESS

Archive to what i'm about to post

Red claimed to be "a non-professional surgeon, planning on getting better with practice." Bad move!

Red has told me he's pursuing a medical degree and won't actually do non-qualified surgery.

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Red: "The blog is centered around an idea of "extreme" body mods that I would like to explore further, [...] things like breaking and re-mending bones, creating new joints, replacing skin, etc."

My point: the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and your blog was unsafe.

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To any possible counterarguments: "But they (people following/asking advice) know the risks!" That's victim-blaming. Red gave himself the responsibility to give harm-reducing advice, but he didn't do a good job.

"But I know the risks!" You can't possibly know the risks because Red doesn't know either or "kinda knows" but has not properly informed his audience, it didnt give sources, oversimplified their advice and failed to provide accurate information about risk. Or gave plain misinformation.

Again I'm not transid, I can't possibly imagine what you're going through in order to try anything at all to feel better, including trying experimental surgery not legally available or not researched at all. However, please please please do not become a victim of medical deceit or whatever tf it's called. Even if the blog owner tries their best to be reliable.

They might sound confident, but they do not know what they are saying, what they're telling others to do.

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Ask: "How would I make my skin gray without tattoos?" (DO NOT SHAME THIS USER BTW)

Red: "[...] I assume you want permanent grey. To do this, it's pretty simple, although it'll take a lot of time. Basically, what you want to do is to constantly be exposed to lots of silver. Any product with silver in it like specific lotions and skin creams. also fish, milk, mushrooms, and whole grains tend to have silver in them! So tldr, consume lots of silver!"

STOP!!! DONT FOLLOW THIS ADVICE!!! DONT OVER-EXPOSE YOURSELF TO SILVER!!! "Silver toxicity causes argyria. Silver toxicity occurs when too much silver is in your body." <- from a simple research on "too much silver in blood"

THE RESULT WILL BE ARGYRIA. EVEN IF YOU DO IT SLOWLY, YOU ARE BUILDING UP A HEAVY METAL IN YOUR BODY. THE GREY SKIN IS NOT PRETTY NOR WITHOUT GRUESOME SIDE SYMPTOMS.

Yall. Anything in excess will fuck up your body, including iron, vitamins, and silver.

To whoever asked Red, I don't know your mind, but I'm sure you'd love to live a happy life with grey skin! You'd love to have a body you're comfortable with and looks rad as hell! But you wouldn't be able to enjoy it if you're deeply sick with ARGYRIA, WHICH IS WHAT RED'S ADVICE WILL GIVE YOU!

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Ask: "How do I get darker skin without going too dark? I’m pale and burn easily, I just want a color similar to Lin Manuel Miranda" (AGAIN DONT HARASS THIS USER)

Red: [...] "expose yourself to the sun more! As you do this, you'll get tan which will protect you from future burns and make your skin slightly darker, do this enough and you can engineer your skin to be as dark as you want!"

THATS MISINFORMATION! Yes you may tan to get darker (Lin's tone may or may not be achievable to you) but one: it's not permanent unless you're constantly going out; two: SKIN CANCER!!!! DONT OVER-EXPOSE YOURSELF TO THE SUN!!!! USE SUNSCREEN!!

TO ANYONE SEEKING A MUCH DARKER TONE: YOU CAN'T "GO AS DARK AS YOU WANT TO" BY TANNING. Just look at people who have lived their whole lives outdoors like farmers! White people can't tan to black! There's a limit to how tan you may get! Are you seriously gonna risk skin cancer for an impossible thing???

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Red: "Self amputation is really dangerous! You should learn how to use a tourniquet, that way, you can stop the bleeding! [...]" WHERE ARE YOU GETTING YOUR SOURCES, RED?

If anyone reading this is seriously thinking of amputating themselves, and will not change their minds no matter what, please just have someone immediately drive you to the hospital. I do not support such operation and you can still die or get horribly sick even with your best precautions, but you better receive actual medical attention and stay alive rather than trying to heal it yourself. Because what you'll most likely get from following Red's advice is DEATH FROM BLOOD LOSS. Again, if you absolutely cannot get rid of this dysphoria with therapy, or manage it at least, or have a doctor do it for you, I still would NEVER suggest you do it yourself, but IF you end up doing that then at least please go straight to the hospital instead of trying to heal it yourself.

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Red: "do not try and break your own bones to make modifications! [...] Get another person (Like myself) to help you with the bone breakage instead."

NO ONE KNOWS WTF THEY'RE DOING. YOUR FRIEND DOESN'T. RED DOESN'T (as they advertised in the post). NO ONE IS GOING TO GET MODIFICATIONS LIKE THIS. NO ONE IS GOING TO BE HAPPY. EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE EITHER IN PAIN, RISK OF HORRIBLE INJURIES OR TROUBLE WITH THE LAW. FUCKING AROUND = GUARANTEED BOTCHED OPERATION.

Also, now that Red has clarified she won't perform surgery until having an actual degree, you can't really go to her XD

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Red: "Some advice for surgery [...] This one's important, make sure your patient is strapped down and properly sedated, if they move, even slightly, you risk hitting a vital artery or organ, if you do hit an artery, don't panic, this is why you learned how to use a tourniquet! if you hit a vital organ though, odds are you won't know how to fix that, so be extra careful with abdomen and face surgery!"

Thats still promoting medical malpractice, mutilating and potentially killing friends, dangerously downplaying surgery so much, this is not harm-reduction

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Ask: "I want to be blind in one eye, but more-so in the sense of extreme but not total vision loss. I want to do something permanent in the future!" (AGAIN DONT HARASS THIS USER)

Red: Well, a simple fix to your problem is just get some calcium hydroxide in your eye and wash it out a few minutes later, this should lead to permanent, extreme (but not total) vision loss in that eye. Keep it in too long and it can cause total vision loss so be careful!

Ok so, it's great that you're trying to come up with alternative ways for users not to kill themselves by gouging their eyes out, but you've still failed to give them the full picture

From a quick search "calcium hydroxide in the eyes": Exposure to the skin can produce burns, painful irritation and necrosis, and exposure to the eyes may cause severe pain and vision loss that can be temporary or permanent. If calcium hydroxide is exposed to the skin, contaminated clothing should be removed, excess amounts of the chemical should be wiped off and the affected skin should be flushed repeatedly with water. Victims of calcium hydroxide exposure to the eyes should flush their eyes with water continuously for the first 15 minutes, but all cases of external exposure should receive immediate medical care. Inhaling calcium hydroxide through the nose or mouth can also cause immediate, painful and potentially life-threatening complications. Throat and nasal passages may become painful and swollen, and the swelling may restrict airways, making breathing difficult or impossible. If the calcium hydroxide particles are carried all the way to the lungs, this may further complicate breathing. Victims of this type of exposure should be taken immediately to a fresh air environment, and emergency services should be contacted right away. Administration of oxygen and emergency respiratory assistance may be required.

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Red (answering an ask): "the question shouldn't be what DO people replace their skin with, it should be what CAN they, after all, just because it's never been practiced or very rarely practiced doesn't mean it's bad or impossible! Of course, my personal favorite skin substitutes are rubber and red velvet, I am also a big fan of stainless steel."

(Don't promote such an operation). THIS OPERATION IS BAD AND IMPOSSIBLE TO SUCCEED. SKIN CAN ONLY BE REPLACED WITH SKIN. SKIN IS A LIVING ORGAN. ANY OTHER SUBSTITUTE WILL CAUSE YOU TO LOSE BODY PARTS OR DIE.

YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE WITH TRANSPLANTS NEED LIFE-LONG MEDICAL ATTENTION SO THEIR BODY DOESN'T REJECT IT? HOW TF WILL YOU DO THIS WITH FUCKING RED VELVET?

YOU WILL FUCK UP YOUR BODY'S IMMUNE SYSTEM A THOUSAND DIFFERENT WAYS.

ANYWAYS. CROSSTAGGING FOR REACH. PLEASE EVERYONE REBLOG. THIS IS SERIOUS SHIT.

[racergirl-112]

Push Me Over - Chapter 11: Secret Plans

Sorry for the delay. I've had somethings going on in my person life, but we're so back!

Dani woke up the next morning to the sound of rain coming down outside. She tried to muffle the noise with her pillow, knowing today was one of their few days off. After the whirlwind of emotions and physical shit she had had to perform on set, she wanted to sleep. She rolled over to where her phone was and let her eyes adjust to the light as she saw she had a text from Hugh. 

Hugh: Thank you for coming by to talk tonight. I know it’s not easy on either of us, but I appreciate you being so strong. Even though we’re only friends, just don’t forget I love you. Sweet dreams sweetheart. 

Dani read and re-read the text a few times before setting her phone back down on the nightstand, bringing the blankets over her head. This damn man was going to be the death of her. All the walls and barriers she was attempting to put up between the two of them, he was slowly blowing them up and knocking them down. She fell back asleep hoping she’d be strong enough to hold her own promise. Be strong Dani, it’s only Hugh Jackman…

Meanwhile…

The rain had woken Hugh up and he was pissed about it. He was dreaming that Dani was in bed beside him, his arms wrapped around her. He hoped soon that the press would get over him getting divorced, so he could be with her. As he scrolled on his phone, a text came through from Ryan in a group chat with Dani and Shawn. 

Ryan: Good morning my assholes! Blake is in town and since we have a day off, I wanted to see if ya’ll wanted to hang out. Maybe grab lunch or dinner?

Shawn: I have some editing I need to work on, but ya’ll have fun!

Hugh: I’m down

Dani: I’d love to! I haven’t seen Blake in forever! 😀

Well this day should be fun...

The group was having a fun time sight-seeing, but now the girls had won out and they were shopping as the guys went to a pub to grab a beer. As Blake and Dani entered a store, Blake asked Dani something that took her aback. 

“So, Hugh is great right?” Blake started. Dani picked up a shirt and answered, not realizing Blake was trying to bait her. 

“Yeah, he’s super nice and sweet.” 

“I know he’s having a rough time with this divorce, but Ryan was telling me he’s never seen Hugh smile so big.” Ok, Dani caught on to that one. 

“What are you and Ryan trying to do?” Dani questioned. 

“Nothing,” Blake replied with a sheepish grin. Dani looked around to make sure no one could hear them before asking the next question. 

“Bullshit. Ryan told you something. What did he say?” 

“He said you and Hugh had quietly started something, but since Hugh just announced his divorce, you wanted to cool it for a while.” Dani shook her head, not believing what these two were doing. 

“It’s true, but it’s also more complicated than anyone can imagine.” Blake gave her a questioning look. 

“How so?” she asked, picking up another dress and holding it up to her. 

“He’s an amazing man and frankly, I’ve never met someone I was as attracted to the moment we met and who could make me sound like a blubbering idiot more than Hugh. Maybe it's because he’s such good friends with my uncle and Ryan and maybe it’s because I’m scared as shit that this is just a fucking hook-up and I don’t want my heart broken. I mean when you’ve dated douchebags your whole life and then the one man you connect with is freshly divorced, not to mention one of the biggest actors in Hollywood, it really escalates things.” 

Dani looked at Blake, trying to process the smirk on her face. “What’s the smirk for?” Dani finally blurted out. 

“Dani,” she started. “I’ve known Hugh for a long time. He’s such a sweet guy and he’s fully committed to who he’s with. He and Deb had a good run, but they grew a part. He was fucking wrecked. He spent a lot of time at the house with us and the girls as well as his kids. It was super hard on him and Ryan said that when he saw him smiling so big and it was because of someone, he was super happy to see his best friend happy again. When he found out it was you, he wasn’t very happy since you’re like his little sister, but if you two made each other happy, he was happy and so was your uncle.” 

She wasn’t sure how to process what Blake had just told her or maybe it was her just hearing the broken record of what everyone else had told her that she refused to believe because she was a delusional idiot. 

“Do you think he still wants to be with me?” she asked Blake. Blake cocked her head to the side giving her the you really just asked me that look.

“Girl, if you went running after him today, he’d welcome you with open arms.” 

“Thanks Blake,” Dani replied. 

“You’re welcome! Now, let’s get you a sexy dress for dinner tonight.”

While the ladies shopped, Hugh and Ryan sat at a pub down the road. Ryan knew that Hugh had been quiet on the Dani subject, especially as they had hung out today. 

“So, what’s new?” Ryan asked, smirking as he took a sip of his beer. 

“I don’t know mate, you tell me,” Hugh answered. “I feel like you might be up to something.” 

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Cut the shit Ryan. What are you up to?” 

“Truth?” Ryan asked. 

“What do you think? Hugh replied. 

“Fine. I love you and Dani both and seeing you two around each other is one of the best things I’ve seen in a long time. You’ve been one of my best friends for years and I know you were heartbroken after you and Deb, but Dani has made you the happiest I’ve seen you in a long time. You need her man.” 

“I appreciate it mate, but I don’t think you get it. She broke things off with me. We decided after the news of my divorce, we’d be friends and that’s it.”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you love her.” Ryan looked at Hugh and knew he had struck a nerve. “Yep, there it is.” 

“Yeah, I do and she said she feels the same, but how does this help? She was adamant she wanted to be strictly friends and I don’t want to ruin anything with her. 

“I think she’ll come around sooner than you think,” Ryan replied. 

[rfxiii]

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but can u do one where Trevor and reader r playing tennis and reader wins, and Trevor give reader a ‘reward’?

Luv ur work btw!

Trevor and the Reader Playing Tennis Together:

(Summary: Trevor invites the reader on a date, taking her to one of Los Santos’ many tennis courts. In an effort to raise the stakes, Trevor suggests a bet- whoever wins the match gets a prize)

[the readers pronouns weren’t specified so I went with a fem!reader but if that’s not what you wanted feel free to reach out and I’ll edit or re-write!]

*TW: Smut

(Word Count: 2087)

Outings with Trevor were always a whirlwind. He kept you on your toes even on a simple trip to the grocery store. So when you find yourself out late at night, on the tennis court, with Trevor dressed in those little athletic shorts that leave very little to the imagination, you’re not exactly surprised. He’d always been into things like hockey and golf, but seeing him bouncing on his toes across from you, holding his tennis racket as if it’s a weapon, was honestly a bit comical.

With a mischievous grin on his cracked, scarred lips, Trevor beckons you to join him for a match. And despite your vague reservations, knowing how competitive he can get, you agree- holding your own racket tightly as you prepare.

“What’s with the face, sugar? Ya afraid Uncle T is gonna beat ya?” Trevor taunts, appearing incredibly confident for a man who looks like he’s never played tennis in his life.

“Don’t get cocky, Trev! I may just surprise you.” you fire back, unwilling to let him under your skin before the match has even begun.

“Ooh! I like it when you’re feisty, angel. Ok! Let’s make things interesting, huh? How bout a wager? Winner gets to pick whatever prize they want.”

You consider momentarily. You’re no tennis pro, that’s for sure. But you feel confident enough that you can hold your own. But then again, you know Trevor well enough to be sure that if you lose there’s literally no limit of insanity to what he could request from you. You weigh the pros and cons, finally deciding that the look on his face if you managed to beat him would be well worth the risk.

“Ya know what? Bring it on, T!” you agree- confident grin on your lips as you spin your racket in a smug display.

The game begins quickly, and much to your dismay, Trevor displays an uncanny knack for tennis. His manic demeanor seems to transform into pure energy as he focuses on the game, delivering violent serves and aggressive spins. You find yourself struggling to keep up, but the thought of losing to him quickly turns your surprise into heated determination.

With each volley, you find yourselves laughing, shouting at each other, and exchanging playful, yet heated, taunts. And as the sets go on, you begin finding your rhythm after a clumsy beginning, putting up a determined fight against Trevor's unconventional yet shockingly effective playing. He’s still doing incredibly well, but you’re keeping up. And you’ll be damned if you lose to him. The thought of his victory request is far from your mind now as your only fear is having to face his smug, taunting grin if he wins.

You swing your racket hard, and Trevor lunges, his quick attempt to return the shot falling just short as the ball hits the ground, and your victory is solidified with your triumphant cheers and maybe a bit of heckling that you’re not exactly proud of.

“God! Fuck! Fuck! Come on!” Trevor growls, tossing his racket into the ground as he stomps like a raging toddler- he’d never handled losing well. But, just like his moods usually do, his anger quickly changes as he gives you a smarmy grin and waltzes across the court to pull you into a handsy embrace.

He’s damp with musky sweat, and you can still feel his heart pounding beneath his ribs from where his chest is pressed flush with yours. His full, chapped lips are parted in heavy gasps, his thinning hair is stuck to his head in a slick sheen of sweat, and there’s just something about his body heaving from exertion that’s pulling in all of your attention.

“Well, sugar-.. Fair is fuckin’ fair, I guess. So, go on. Do your worst! Whaddaya want?” Trevor pries, dropping a bit of his weight into your arms and looking at you with those chocolate brown puppy dog eyes full of mischief. He’s always been able to sense your want, and you damn him for that, because before your request even leaves your lips he’s already sporting a lecherous grin on his taunting face.

“Wipe that smile off your lips, Trev. You lost. So now you’re gonna be a good boy and put that dirty mouth to good use. I’m tired of hearing you talk.” you huff out- anxious and a bit unfamiliar with taking the dominant role. But the low growl he lets out and the way his filthy, calloused hands slide down your body and under your little tennis skirt is enough to let you know he’s going to enjoy this just as much, if not more, than you do.

His rough touch drags up your thigh, his split nails scratching up the delicate flesh until his fingers press against the thin fabric of your underwear. They prod and rub roughly without much finesse but with enough eager energy to more than compensate for his lack of tenderness. You choke on a breathy gasp, fingers flying up to grip at his shoulder and tug him closer- your forehead dropping to his chest where you hear his ragged breath and low moans.

“Yeah? You like that, sugar?” Trevor chuckles, the low rasp of his voice sending sparks straight between your thighs.

A soft whimper ghosts past your lips, head tilting up to gaze at him with desperate eyes, “Trevor.. Wait.. Someone could see..”

“It’s late. Nobody is gonna be out here. Unless…ya want me to stop? The prize is time sensitive though, darlin’. So, I’d think quick.” Trevor challenges, his fingers working fast, firm circles against you in a taunting rhythm.

It’s hard to think, let alone argue, when he touches you like this. And he knows he’s won before you’ve even had a chance to speak up, “N-no.. Trevor.. I-.. Don’t stop..” you find yourself whining. And the awful, twisted smile splitting his lips shows his enjoyment clearly on his face.

“That’s what I thought. Now be good, and let old Trevor take care of ya. Huh, angel face?” he goads, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear to press against your needy clit.

Your legs nearly buckle beneath you, a hand digging tightly into Trevor’s bicep while the other tangles fingers in the thicker hair at the back of his head. The high, whimpery moan that escapes your lips has him grinning. And as he works his gnarled fingers up your slit, collecting the wetness that he’s caused there, he lets out a groan nearly as desperate as yours, “Oooh fuck, baby.. You’re fuckin’ dripping.. If I had known how bad you fuckin’ wanted it, we’d have stayed the fuck home tonight.”

Your hips grind fitfully against his hand, craving the friction those vile fingers of his provide. He easily senses your desperation, leaning down to nip and suck at your throat while his slick tongue traces against the grooves he’s bitten into your neck like a twisted apology to soothe the sting. Your needy reactions have him working harder, paying pointed attention to your damp clit, and focusing on each flex of his fingers that makes you cry out the loudest.

“Trevor.. Trevor! Please.. I’m so close! Please, more?” you plead, looking up at him with teary eyes as you waver right on the cusp of blissful completion. Thankfully he’s always been just as needy as you. And tonight he has no intentions of teasing you by denying what you both need.

“Turn around.” Trevor orders, not giving you the chance to move on your own as he spins you roughly around, forcing you to grip the chain link fence bordering the tennis court to keep your balance. He presses into you from behind, grinding himself against you while the fabric of those little shorts do next to nothing to restrain his hard cock prodding at your ass beneath your skirt, “You feel how fuckin’ bad I want ya, sugar? Fuck! You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

He’s always so needy for you and it never fails to make you feral. You press back against him, grinding your ass into his growing bulge until he quickly becomes tired of the teasing foreplay, ripping your panties down your thighs and pinning you so far forward your face nearly presses into the chain link, “Fuckin’ teasing me all night with that little skirt, running your mouth, tellin’ me what to do.. Fuuuck! You know I love it. Let Uncle T give ya your reward now, sugar.”

“Please.. Please.. Trevor, please.” you gasp out like a prayer, gazing over your shoulder with fingers trembling where they grip like a lifeline to the chain link.

His movements are frantic and aggressive while he tugs his little shorts just low enough for his cock to spring free. He’s so hard it almost looks painful for him with his tip flushed violent red and steadily leaking pre-cum. He spits thickly into his palm, stroking himself a few, rough times- not that he needs the extra lubrication, as you feel your own arousal close to dripping down your inner thighs. Trevor’s rugged, scarred hand grips your hip while the other remains on his cock, lining himself up with your soaked, nearly aching cunt before he presses a kiss to the back of your neck in a bastardized version of gentle intimacy, “That's it, baby.. Lemme show ya just how good you did tonight..”

He presses forward in one harsh snap of his hips, hitting you deep inside in that one spot he’s memorized you loving. You practically sob for him, clinging to the fence and struggling to rock your hips in time with his frantic, disarranged rhythm. His hand rears back suddenly, delivering a firm slap to the smooth, delicate skin of your ass and pulling a shocked, euphoric cry from your lips. You’re trembling and he has no intentions of slowing his manic, disorienting pace. And when his harsh, careless fingers assault your clit you feel yourself nearing your end.

“Trevor! Oh fuck, Trevor! Don’t stop! Please! I- I’m so close! Fuck! Fuck!” you babble out, unable to restrain your loud tone as you’ve long since shed your fear of being caught in public like this- the pleasure clouding your mind as your previous reservations melt away.

“Oh fuck yes! You’re so fuckin’ perfect! Oh god! That’s it, sugar! Take it!” Trevor growls, hips driving mercilessly into you and fingers working you over so well he has you on the verge of tears. You feel him twitching inside you, his moans growing louder and desperate as you both feel yourselves nearing your end.

Your chin drops to your chest, your head hanging limp in pleasure with your legs trembling so terribly it’s close to impossible to stand, “Trevor! I’m- I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Please! Please! Ooh god, Trev! You feel so fucking good!” you plead- the praise only spurring him on with his hips snapping against you so viciously it’s sure to leave you bruised.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuckin’ fuck! I love you, I love you-“ Trevor rambles, a telltale sign he’s close to his own end. And when his grip tightens almost painfully against your hip, and his fingers pace against your clit becomes stiff and rhythmless you both reach your peak with sharp and sudden explosions of euphoria, “AUGH! FUCK! I LOVE YOU! FUCK!” he shouts, his release ruining your insides as you cum around him- your slick, combined fluids trailing down your thighs as his pace begins to slow.

“Trevor… Oh my god.. Fuck.. You’re..fucking amazing..” you gasp with legs trembling and heart pounding in your chest.

He pulls out with a weak, pathetic whimper, wrapping his arms around you and pressing sloppy, wet kisses to your sweaty throat, “Goddamn, sugar.. That was fuckin’-.. Wow. Competition really does bring out the best in ya, don’t it?” he teases while readjusting himself and pulling up his shorts.

You bite back a groan at the dampness between your sore thighs, pulling up your panties and straightening your skirt while fighting back a grimace as his cooling cum soaks the fabric, “Ya know what, T?” you giggle softly, pulling him into a teasing embrace with arms looped around his neck, “Maybe we should wager like this more often. I think I kinda like the rewards you give.”

A smirk twists his scarred lips as he leans down and pulls you into a wet, despicable kiss that promises that this night is far from over, “Sugar, I like the way you think.”

[fantasyandshit]

The light and the dark

Type: series

Part: 5/? (New/edited version)

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader

Summary: How will everyone react to Yn being the first and only (known ;) “light singer”?

Other parts here

I yawn loudly as I wake up, trying to re-orient myself. I start to freak out as I feel a pressure behind my back and feel something covering me- something heavy and definitely not a blanket. But then I remember; Azriel.

I remember Azriel helping me- us finding out I can speak to light or some weird shit like that. And I remember Azriel laying me down and then asking him to stay.

“Morning.”

I look to the source of the scratchy voice to see Azriel-god his morning voice is gorgeous. His hair is messy, and his clothes are disheveled.

“Morning,” I smile slightly as I look to him, noticing that around us our lights and shadows seem to play with each other wrapping around one another. It’s odd seeing whisps of pure light and pure dark simply playing around, dancing around the room.

“Could you- could you help me get ready?” I look down, unwilling to make eye contact as I ask the question.

“Of course love.”

Azriel gets out of bed, standing at my side and holds his hound out- allowing me to clumsily clamber into a sitting position and stand with his support. He leads me to the bathroom, setting me on the edge of the tub before moving around the bathroom, grabbing some clothes from my room and filling up the tub.

“Ok do you want my help getting undressed?”

“No I want to try myself.” It had been bothering me, the fact I could do anything was really frustrating and I needed to prove I could do something on my own.

“Ok.”

I reach my hands to my back, untying the strings around my wings before gripping the bottom of the garment and lifting it over my head- or trying to before nearly falling into the tub of water. Azriel catches me, helping me to get my balance again before looking at me with concern.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” I didn’t mean to snap at him- gods I didn’t want to but I am just frustrated- why can’t I do something as simple as taking off a damn night gown? Instead of answering, the male in front of me simply nods to my nightgown, asking permission to take it off.

After my bath, Az helps me change into a sports bras and leggings because it was an easy outfit that required little effort to get on as well as brushing my hair- even though he didn’t have to- and applying the required ointments on my wings. Finally after we are both ready to go, meet with Rhysand and my sister, about my powers.

As we make our way down the hallway, my lights seem giddy, happily twirling around me and Azriel, his shadows included- said shadows dance with my light, twisting around one another as we finally make it to Rhysands office.

“Come in!” I hear my sister shout after Azriel knocks on the door and we step inside.

“I see what you mean.” Rhysand has a smirk on his face as he motions to Ariel and I’s…”powers?” ….”beings?” I don’t know what to call them’s playing together behind us. I blush furiously and one of my whisps of light seems to almost squeal in my ear.

The high lord looks down to the book on his desk, thumbing the pages as my sister looks at me with a soft smile. “Well, I won’t lie to you, I’ve never seen anything like this before.” He looks back up to me and Azriel. “However I have contacted Helion to see if he may know something or at the very least be able to find something in his libraries and records. However for now he and our inner circle should be the only ones to know. Are you okay with that?” He turns to face only me during the last part.

“Uh yeah- yeah I’m okay with that.” I nod along to my words, the whole situation weirding me out.

“Yn. It is very important that no one else finds out. The spreading of this information could cause harm to you or our family. I promise we will do whatever we can to figure out what’s going on and how to help you.” I turn to Feyre now, watching her soft features as she smiles at me as she speaks.

“Ok another note, as long as it is okay with the both of you- we’d like to have you start training with Azriel to strengthen and train your wing muscles”

“I’m fine with that.” Azriel speaks for the first time since we entered the room.

“Yeah that seems like a good idea.” I turn to Azriel as I speak, my eyebrows raised in question, receiving a nod in return.

“Well then you can both be on your way- we’ll announce the news to the family at dinner tonight and you can begin your training whenever you wish.”

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Ok, that’s the new chapter- totally changed but I think it’s better.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request shower sex with Leviathan (Obey Me)?

kinktober: shower sex

Leviathan hated crowds.

He found being around a mass of people draining and all together irksome. But conventions? Oh. That was a different story.

Still buzzing from all the excitement of his latest con, Levi had been talking [Y/N]’s ear off the entire time back to the hotel room. “Can you believe it?! I got all my Ruri-chan merch signed! This is unprecedented!”

“Well, you waited in line long enough for it.” [Y/N] pointed out as they sat down their own merger by comparison haul. “I need to take a shower. Get the cosplay glitter off.”

“Ok.” Levi replied in a chirp as he sat on the bed with his latest limited edition release graphic novel.

“You know…you have quite a bit of glitter on yourself…” Levi hummed in agreement as he turned the page. Glitter seemed to get everywhere at con, no matter if you were wearing it or not. “You could join me?”

He paused in turning the next page and looked up at [Y/N]. Then his cheeks went red.

Without much more hesitation or arguments that would usually come from Levi, the pair went into the bathroom to get ready for a shower. He sprung for the suite specifically for the larger bathroom. Needing a bathtub (just in case) but also so they could get ready in tandem without fighting over each other.

[Y/N] turned on the water and set the temp. They then peel out of their outfit. The intricate outfit coming off in pieces like Levi’s own little burlesque. “Are you going to get undressed too?”

The demon realized he was staring and quickly jumped out of his own outfit. His hands coming to cover himself, but doing a poor job of covering his erection.

The two of them step into the water and start to rinse & latter up. “Let me.” Levi urged when [Y/N] was working on their hair. Washing it for them with steady hands that made his partner purr.

Once the soap had been washed from their bodies, Levi jumped on them. In unprecedented impatience, he couldn’t wait anymore. Clinging to them and holding [Y/N] close. Their slick body moving about in his arms. “Levi…”

“Hime-sama….”

They kiss for a bit longer before Levi urged them to turn around. “Put your hands on the glass.” He told them. Which they immediately obeyed. Looking back over their shoulder at him with a lusty look. Levi bit his lip as he stroked his cock, letting the water flow over it, before he lined himself up. He pushed himself into them. The warm water making it easy until his back was at their chest. “Hells [Y/N]….”

“Fuck me Levi.”

He doesn’t need to be told again.

Holding onto [Y/N]’s hips and planting his feet, his hips piston into them. The tempered glass rattled with each thrust. [Y/N]’s moans echoing off the tile. All the while the water still washing over them.

Levi groaned. His stamina for physical activity always shit, and soon he was cumming inside [Y/N]. His hand came around to play with their sex and drive them over the edge too. His stamina not great but his gamer fingers never letting him down. [Y/N] cumming quick around him.

They re-rinse and then get out of the shower. Drying off before getting into the hotel provided comfy robes. “I can’t wait until tomorrow.” Levi said as they curled into bed. “Maybe we can get my new novels signed too!”

“As long as I get a ‘shower’ after.” [Y/N] told him. “I’ll stand in any line you want.”

[macsmoods]

DIFFERENT

Miguel O’hara

Summary: Miguel needs a new recruit, but this girl doesn’t want to fight. Bonds are formed inside close quarters. Feelings are shared. And battles are fought, but they make it through together.

not edited—requests open———————————————————————

2 months. That’s how long it had been since your uncle died. Not one tear had you shed though since the day you watched it happen.

No one informed you that being the friendly neighborhood spider women wasn’t always so friendly.

No one told you bigger, badder, stronger villains would come.

No one informed you that that you would have to hold him in your arms as his eyes closed, not giving you enough time to reveal yourself.

No one told you that it was ok to cry sometimes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boxed mac and cheese was the perfect comfort food. Whenever you had the urge to cry it was perfect for making them go away.

You sat down at your table ready to re watch Gilmore Girls for the millionth time.

“what the hell?” you muttered as a seemingly black portal opened in your living room. Immediately you jumped up ready to attack.

“hello” a smooth voice said. You looked to see a tall very handsome very built man in a-spider suit?

“What the flip?!? Who are you and i’d be quick with your answer if i was you.” you said. He smirked at you. It looked as though he wanted to laugh.

“I’m Miguel O’hara. Nice to meet you.” he said reaching a hand out. You slightly shook it with you fingertips before immediately retracting.

“why did you just slice into my living room.?” you questioned.

“That would be a long discussion here on your earth. why don’t you just follow me and i’ll explain at home.” he asked. You burst out laughing at that. You took a seat again munching on your mac and cheese.

“yeah your funny if you think i’m following you. If you insist on telling me then take a seat, maybe even grab a bowl of mac and cheese and you can explain.” you ordered.

Miguel wasn’t one to be ordered around but reluctantly this one time he decided to let it slide. He grabbed a bowl filling with mac and cheese and sat down.

You nodded in his direction impatiently. “I’m from Earth-2099. There multiple earths and universes that is fellow spider men and women reside in. We all go through cannon events which is events that happen to e all the spiders. For you it was your uncle dying.” you grimaced at that before nodding at him to continue.

“We have a spider HQ where we stop anomaly’s. Those are villains that escape there universe and attack another. After fellow spiders go through there cannon events I recruit them. Which is why i’m here.” he finished explaining.

You stared at him dumbfounded. “So your telling me that there is a spider HQ where all these supposed different dimension spider people reside to fight villians that somehow escaped there own dimension?” you asked. He nodded confirming your thoughts.

“I mean you did just slice through my living room so it sounds believable.” you said.

“Ok good so you’ll come?” he questioned.

“yeah sure I mean-” you were cut off as he grabbed your forearm pushing you towards a portal or whatever. “Hey no my mac and cheese!” you protested.

“shut up.” Miguel said tugging you.

“Do you have claws?” you questioned before he pushed you in.

“You know it quite rude to push someone into a dimension they’ve never been to.” you scolded as miguel stepped out.

“jesus this was a bad idea.” he muttered. His pace quickened as he walked down the hall.

“woah there migster let’s slow it down.” you said out of breath. He stopped abruptly making you knock into his back. It was very muclely.

“What did you just call me?” he asked annoyed turning towards you. You guys were mere inches apart.

“Migster. But if you don’t like that i could call you Miggy, or Mig for short.” you answered.

He rolled his eyes before turning around. “go to the lunch room and make friends.” he ordered as you guys walked past it.

“Uh sorry bud but that’s gonna be a hard no. There were at least 200 spiders in there.” you said walking past the room speeding up to Miguel’s side.

“god help me.” he muttered before opening a large door and heading in. You followed him all the way up to what seemed to be a platform.

“what are you doing.” he asked.

“Following you obviously. Your the only friend I have here.” He scoffed at that before turning to his computers.

“Your not gonna make me fight these guys right? I mean it’s not that i can’t but- you know i’m pretty good with computers. Or i could be your assistant.” you said.

It’s as if he could sense your anxiety at the thought of fighting again. He slowly took the information in debating the options.

“I guess you could be my assistant. I am in need of one.” he answered. You grinned at that.

For some odd reason Miguel just couldn’t say no. Although you guys had just met he could sense your discomfort and anxiety.

“Oh yes! Thank you. Thank you! First order of buisness, you desk needs some color.” you said skipping off the platform.

“What no it doesn’t! Y/n come back here.” he yelled as you walked off.

“Don’t worry Miggy im coming back, just gotta get some colored origami paper.”

By the end of the day Miguel’s desk was covered in little origami creations. Now of course Miguel wouldn’t never admit that he did some what like the little creatures. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I met some of the other spiders.” you said as Miguel worked. Although it was lunch time he always worked through it normally only taking few bites.

This had become a normal thing. You would sit in the chair next to him just talking. You were not a talkative person but for some reason Miguel made you want to talk. It helped you forget.

“Hobie was cool. I also met Gwen and Miles and they were fine. But don’t worry i’ll still eat lunch in here.” you finished.

“oh thank god” he said sarcastically. Peering at his food you wanted a bite.

“Hey Mig i was wondering if maybeee i could have a bite of your empanadas?” you asked. You watched as peered at you.

Slowly his slid over his container of food. Taking a bite you moaned. “Oh. My. God. These are amazing. Where did you buy these?” you asked.

“I uh made them.” he said cheeks flushed. You, of course, immediately noticed.

“Awww i made you blush miggy.” you said pinching his cheek.

“shut up and eat the damn food.” he said swatting your hand away. A smile almost peeked out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You barged into Miguel’s office excited. “Ok so in honor of our 2 month anniversary of me being your assistant i decided to make a special cake.” you yelled up to him. He has et to turn around.

“I decorated with spiders and our names.” you said walking up the platform. His shoulders were tense as you got closer.

“Migster you okay?” he still didn’t turn around. “Miguel look at me please.” you whispered softly.

At the use of his name Miguel turned around. His eyes were red and as you lowered your gaze you noticed his tear streaked face.

You grabbed his hands having him stand up. You slowly maneuvered them to around your waist while you had him lower his head. You wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a light squeeze.

You felt tears go in your shirt. You whispered anything you could to get his mind off of whatever it was.

You let go of him pulling a chair out for you to sit. “Talk to me miggy.” you pleaded.

He sighed. It’s time like these he wished he could say no to you. “I fucked up my earth. I had a daughter and i fucked it up and now she’s not here. Today is that anniversary.” he whispered.

You nodded at him. “The best thing to get your mind of stuff is good food. And luckily your best friends with a master baker.” you said smiling at him. You grabbed the 2 forks handing 1 to him.

Both of you dug into the cake not saying a word.

“I have really bad anxiety. I know you know that already but i think you believe it’s because of my uncle.” you said breaking the silence. He slowly nodded.

“I wasn’t made to be the friendly neighborhood spider women. Everyone has so much fun with it and all i can think about is how if this web breaks i’m dead. Or if i get caught by the police they’ll shoot me on the spot.” you continued, “I’m not scared of what happened to my uncle, i’m scared of being spider women. and it’s not the nervous scared it’s the “i’m going to have a panic attack any second scared.”’ you finished tearing up.

“You didn’t have to share that.” Miguel said. He reached over wrapping his pinky around yours.

“I know but sometimes it’s ok to be vulnerable.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “fuckkk” you said under your breath. “Miguel this anomaly is bad.” He swung down to you as you gave him a debrief.

“Call an emergency meeting here.” You gave him a salute before calling it. Quickly spiders entered the room.

You stood next to Miguel as he repeated what you told him. “I’ll need Hobie, Gwen, Miles, and Peter.B. The rest of you if your names called by Y/n you will have a special assignment.” he ordered.

Looking at you he waited. You put your pinky out waiting for him to grasp it with his. “I’ll be fine.” he whispered.

“you’ll be fine.” you whispered back. He unhooked your pinkies making his way towards his group. You got started on giving out assignments.

You found random things to do in his office while waiting. You made more origami for him. You even made him a jar of those stars each with a cute saying.

You waited and waited and waited. All the waiting made you think. Why we’re you so worried about him? Did you like him?

Youw re pretty sure you both knew the answer to that question. During your 2nd origami frog you got a message from Hobie. He told you to head down the the medical room.

Rushing down there you were met with an empty room besides the nurse and doctors. Confused you waited before you saw it. A portal opened showing a stumbling half awake miguel leaning into Hobie.

“Miguel!” you said. Rushing towards him you stopped mid way. His face was heavily bruised. There was a deep cut down his chest where his suit was clawed off. Cuts scattered his body.

“Get the hell off me!” miguel yelled as a nurse tried to touch him. “no i only want Y/n. Where even is she. I bet shes in my office sitting all pretty as usual.” miguel said.

“muggy are you alright. Can i help you?” you asked. His eyes seemed to brighten a little as he saw your face.

“yes please amor.” he whispered. You have Hobie a look as he set Miguel down. Hobie made drying leave the room as you began.

“Miguel you said you would be fine.” you said eyes teary.

“oh cariño don’t cry please.” he said widening his arms. You fell into him tears spilling.

“I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt Miguel.” you cried into him. He missed the top of your head rubbing your back gently.

Tilting your chin he stared for awhile. He debated back and forth staring at your yes then lips. “fuck it.” he whispered before encasing your lips with his.

A small sound of surprise left your lips but was covered by his. Pulling back he stared at your now swollen lips.

“I always come to back to my girl, entendido?” he asked. You nodded you head at him before pulling him into another kiss.

Pulling away flustered you said, “it’s time to get you fixed up Miggy.”

He smiled at the nickname. A full toothy grin. ———————————————————————

Authors Note

This was such a fun cute imagine to write. I jotted this idea down a couple days ago and finally got to it. Requests are open❤️

sincerely,

macsmoods🌊🫧

[bug66]

O'Keeffe and 621 because... I’m really holding myself back by only drawing two ac6 characters as trans guys u_u also bonus Rusty with his face in 621's titties

I thought the androgynous look fitted 621 since they’re never directly gendered (I use he/they pronouns for him because… same bestie), but O’Keeffe old tired fucked up trans man is just for me… I’m allowed to draw two of the Vespers as dilfs ok

(Also edited the image bc there was an error whoops- enjoy it in high res now)