#sorry i couldn't resist another one of my appreciation posts

[lvlyghost]

I love your stories so much I can't 😫😍😍❤️

Could you maybe write a angst to fluff ghost x reader story where the reader gets injured badly while ghost is on her side the whole time in the hospital while she is unconscious and he's having breakdowns and anxiety and all really angsty stuff and when she wakes up she comforts him and all is fluffy and maybe a bit smutty 🤭

No More Stars Left to Count

PAIRINGS: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Few things made Simon break down. Almost losing his girl takes a toll on him.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

TW: Smut! MDNI! Angst, hurt, comfort. Injuries. Panic attacks. Grammar mistakes just the usual... Do not read if you're under 18.

A/N: I'm actually quite happy with this one🥹🩷 Enjoy Anon! This is my first time posting smut and in another language so sorry in advance if there are mistakes! Corrections are appreciated ✨🐝

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Simon's head rests on his left hand, his eyes bore into your fragile body. Several machines are attached to you, helping you breathe, pumping meds into your system. He doesn't deserve you by any means. He doesn't deserve your trust, your laughter, your body.

All he can think about— as his brown orbs can't find the strength to look away— is how miserably he had failed to protect his team. To protect you. It's been twelve days and you still don't show any signs of waking up; it wasn't abnormal for you to not wake up. The damage inflicted to your body had been great. Simon thought for a painful moment he had lost you for good. The woman he cared for. The woman he utterly loved.

He swallows hard.

There aren't many things that'd scare him. He's simply seen too much. But this? Was this truly his destiny? To lose everyone he loved? His family and now you?

He inhales sharply, his free hands traces your inert hand, tracing soft patterns on your pale skin littered with cuts and bruises. That very hand he adores to hold when you were together. He blinks, memories from your last night together flooding his brain as he sinks further down the chair, adjusting the hoodie over his head.

The night before leaving for the mission in Romania.

-

"No, wait look Simon! Give it to me!" You chuckle, under the covers, both of your bodies remain warm. It wasn't unusual that Simon couldn't sleep so he'd often come into your room and spend the night with you. "There." You pointed out. Your hand and his hand stretched out in front of you, slowly you touch his, spreading out your palms comparing hands. Your eyelashes flutter at the mere sight of his big calloused hand outsize yours, completely engulfing it. You splay out your fingers until they're intertwined.

His breath catches in his throat. He loved how small you were compared to him. He wanted to protect you from everything even from himself, but you had refused to leave him when he tried to push you away.

"Come here." He grabs your arm pining you down and under his gargantuan body. You squeal, laughing at the sudden change of position; Simon sets his body between your legs. Your arms rest on his sides, layers of muscle tensing under your touch. Tilting your head back, eyes meet the dark sky outside the window.

"Look at them." You mumble, Simon lays a kiss on your neck taking advantage. He loves the feeling of your steady pulse on his lips. "The stars are so bright tonight." He hums absentmindedly, hands coming to grip his blond locks.

There's a fire burning in your belly and the ache between your thighs when you feel the tent forming through his grey sweatpants.

"Need you, love." He grumbles. His hands undress your bottom half making you gasp.

"Simon..." soft pink lips kiss your body. Your chest, your stomach... until he's lost between your legs. Mouth lapping at your wetness. You squirm under his touch, it's intoxicating. It feels like you might combust. The fire running through your veins, the goosebumps on your sensitive flesh as you clench around nothing. Unable to resist it you grab him by the arms. "You know what I need." In the blink of an eye two bodies intertwined moving desperately chasing the sweetest end together. He murmurs soft encouraging words in your ear that sent shockwaves through your veins, Simon couldn't possibly be more deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot that made you want to scream, nails digging on his back, surely leaving red marks that he would proudly show tomorrow.

The purple and orange that tinges the sky outside filters through the window, casting an ethereal display of colors around this room that hides away the few moments you get to spend with him as you finish together; feeling impossibly more in love with him.

"It's clearing already." You point out. Simon looks up from your eyes, albeit reluctant to miss the beautiful shade of your orbs. "No more stars left..."

He kisses your forehead, then bumps his nose against you before he finds your mouth.

"There'll be plenty more to count tomorrow, sweetheart. I promise."

But you're not counting them as he promised the night before. Instead he's shouting orders like an enraged man. Heart beating out of his chest, you were so close to the evac point with your squad. Five minutes ago he had squeezed your arm and kissed your temple before urging you to get in the land rover from the SAS. Only to watch it blow seconds later. His heart stopped and then the ringing in his eardrums.

It was an ambush.

And as the rest covered him he rushed to you.

The blood. Crimson blood all over the bodies. He knew what this meant.

"Sergeant!" He forces his body to move, dragging you by the straps of your combat vest to take cover behind one of the vehicles. He knows he shouldn't be moving you like that, but right now he can't think of anything else than getting you out of there... "Bloody fucking hell!" He roars.

What was that feeling, like his soul was being ripped apart...?

-

Releasing a shaky breath, Simon squeezes your hand once again careful not to hurt you. The IV in your hand too foreign. It's too much. The sight, the memories of the vehicle flying through the sky...

The pit in his stomach grows, a wave of nausea and uneasiness hitting him all of the sudden. Simon stands on wobbly legs, taking one last glance at you he steps out the ICU. Crouching down he yanks the balaclava from his face. Why was his chest so tight, and his vision filled with blackness? The incessant ring on his ears is real. Fucking real. It was supposed to be a nightmare... this thing pulling him down.

"Come back to me baby." He pleads in a hushed tone although he knows you can't hear him. Simon lifts his hands to find support on the wall in front of him. He breathes as much air as he can through his nose, tries to blink away the black dots.

"Lieutenant Riley?" A feminine voice wafts through the empty hallway reaching him. He holds out a shaky finger without even looking at her.

"Leave..." he warns.

"Sir? I...-" the nurse hesitates.

"Now!" He barks.

She scurries away but not before calling the doctors and the Captain to the med wing.

Simon stays there until his ragged breathing evens, he then goes back to your room, deep down he hopes—prays— that your eyes will open when you hear him. But you don't. He sits again on the couch where he's tried to sleep, tossing the mask away from him. His throat bobs, what's happening to him? It burns. The door creaks open revealing a concerned John who looks at him in disapproval.

"This isn't going to help anyone Simon." He scolds him.

"What do you want Price?"

"You need to sleep. And for... just for the love of God eat something son."

"Not until I know she'll be fine."

Price sighs closing the door behind him.

"She wouldn't want this." Even then, Price doesn't want to look at you. This had taken a toll on everyone. But Simon wasn't handling it well. Rubbing his eyes he scoffs. "Come on go get some rest I can stay."

"No." Both men stare at each other not wanting to back down. "I'm on leave you don't get to tell me what to do Price."

John crosses his arm.

"I'm worried Simon. I want her to be okay too. We all do."

Simon's jaw clenched, hands balling into fists. They don't really know. They don't know, can't comprehend the extent of his love for you.

"What if this was your girl? Would you leave her fucking side hm?"

A tense pause electrifies the air as the two glare at each other, oblivious to the other person whose eyes are tearing.

The beeping sound increases as your heart rate goes up. Two pair of eyes snap to the sound. Your hand tries to snatch the oxygen from your face, but Simon darts out with dread plastered all over his features. You faintly hear John calling the doctors.

"Easy, love. Easy..." he soothes you. Stopping your hands from moving. Your body is in too much pain, tears slip down your cheeks, once again Simon grits his teeth. If he could he'd take it all away. "Don't force yourself you're..." he trails off. "You're hurt."

It feels like you're body is being torn apart. The drugs are slowly leaving your system.

"What happened?" your croak out, throat dry and inflamed. He sits bringing the glass of water to your lips not before removing for a brief moment the oxygen mask. You take a small sip and thank him with a weak smile.

"Ambush." He explains. Hating that he can see the images all over again in the back of his mind. "Thought I lost you."

More tears well in your eyes, as weak as you feel you reach out your hands tracing his jawline and cheekbone. He closes his eyes, and finally breathes again, with you touching him he feels alive again. He wants nothing more than to go home with you.

"How many nights..."

"Twelve..."

The doctors rush in but before they drag him away you say:

"That's a lot of counting we've missed."

A press of his lips on your forehead, a silent promise to never let anything happen to you ever again. Even if it mean giving his own life for yours. He would do it any day. Better him than you.

"We've got the rest of our lives, love."

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up Part 5: Third (Final?) Preview

As promised, here is another preview of the upcoming chapter! It's not as long as the notes dictated from my post yesterday (y'all are wild lol) but I still plan on working on it more later today! I hope you like domestic fluff <3 (OMG I FINALLY MADE A WIP WEDNESDAY)

**Warning for a little bit of smut at the start**

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Lucifer's ravenous nature took over once more, reveling in your taste. You found your hips bucking against him almost involuntarily. Unraveling you was his favorite pastime, one of which he would never tire. His lips worked furiously against your swollen nub; your breathy moans only egged him on. With little warning, you came hard against his eager mouth, gripping his hair as your walls contracted repeatedly. Your husband relished the taste of your orgasm, humming gleefully and licking you clean.

"Good girl," he praised, pressing soft kisses to your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. He gingerly took a hold of your hips and placed you back down onto the mattress, peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Now if you'll excuse me, my queen, I need to take a VERY cold shower." You dared not look at what you could only imagine was a throbbing erection between his legs. You wouldn't be able to resist helping him out otherwise. Lucifer rose from the bed and started to make his way to the bathroom, but not before you caught his wrist.

"Can I at least join you?" you asked, batting your eyes. Lucifer gave you an amused look and raised an eyebrow. "I really don't want to spend my birthday covered in sweat, Luci! I promise I'll behave! You have my word." You signed an X symbol over your heart before raising your hand to signal your honest intentions. Your lover chuckled lightly, giving you a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're right," he responded, trailing his hand down against your cheek. "I can't say no to you. Just give me a minute or two, alright? I really DO need a cold shower!"

You nodded in agreement and waited patiently as Lucifer fought to get his body under control again. Just as you promised, your shower was uneventful, taking turns washing each other's hair and bodies. Small intimate moments like these were some of your favorites. Being naked together in a non-sexual way proved just how much trust and love the two of you had for one another. And it could only grow stronger. When Lucifer was washing your back, however, you started to hear him humming to himself, tracing the lowest space between your shoulder blades with his free hand.

"That tickles, you know," you chimed in, breaking Lucifer out of his trance.

"O-Oh! Sorry, love, I didn't mean to do that. Got a little distracted." He sighed, not in disappointment, no. More like...he was daydreaming.

"Oh yes, my back is mesmerizing, isn't it?" you teased.

Lucifer laughed with you. "I'm glad you finally admitted it! It's about time someone else appreciated the perfect form of the prettiest woman in the realm!" Your face felt hot once again. You would never understand how Lucifer could manage to fluster you even after being together for a while now. "Actually, I was thinking about your gift this year."

You hummed. Lucifer always managed to outdo himself for every one of your birthdays, even though you always had to remind him not to go overboard. A brand-new wardrobe full of the most expensive clothes, the countless number of shimmering necklaces and earrings, the song he wrote and performed just for you; you couldn't help but think it was way more than you ever deserved.

"You know you never need to get me anything, right?" You turned your head to the side and smiled softly at him. "Not that I don't adore what you give me, but I have everything I could possibly need and more."

"Darling, you deserve more than everything," he responded as he continued to trace shapes along the skin of your back. "but this year, I think it's important that I tell you what I want to give you."

You paused, tilting your head in confusion. This was bizarre. The man was the worst at keeping secrets, but somehow he always managed to surprise you with his extravagant gifts for your birthday; he would never say a peep!

"It's okay Lucifer, you don't have to tell me! I know you like to keep me guessing and I don't mind-"

"No, this is different," he said cutting you off. "B-But it's not bad! Am I making it seem bad? God, this is the worst start to a pitch for birthday gift ever, huh?"

You could only laugh. The poor thing tended to stress himself out over the littlest things. You turned around and embraced him as the hot water from the shower rained down on your bodies.

"You're silly," you chuckled. "Of course, I know it's not going to be bad; it's from you!" You watched as a faint gold color dusted his cheeks. It was the cutest thing; if you could fluster him all the time, you would. "Let's finish up here and you can tell me all about it, okay?"

The angel smiled and nodded, pushing some fallen strands of damp hair behind your ear. You turned off the shower and tried to make your way to your closet before his charcoal hand took a hold of your wrist.

"This is going to sound a just a little suspicious, but don't get dressed just yet." You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, don't give me that look! I promise there's a very good reason! Here!" With a quick snap of his fingers, you found your body and hair were now perfectly dry with your favorite robe appearing around your body. "There you go! To prove there are no underlying intentions, I've shielded myself from your temptations!"

You rolled your eyes as he snapped himself a robe. "Do you know how easily I can remove this?" you asked playfully as you teased the tied-up straps of your garment. "And yours?"

"Hooonnnnneeeeyyyy," Lucifer whined. "I literally just got myself to calm down, please don't make me take a cold shower again!"

You giggled, agreeing to let him have his way. For now. The two of you walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "So, tell me, Luci, what's this gift you're so worked up about?"

Lucifer, smiled softly and took a hold over your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your supple skin. "Well, it uhh...it involves my magic. Which is why I think it's important that I tell you beforehand. Because what I want to do, what I want to give you, is permanent. It can't be undone. So, if you're not one hundred percent on board with this, then your gift will be whatever else you desire!" He fell silent and held your face in his hand.

You don't know why, but you started to feel your heart beating a little faster, you could almost hear the blood pounding in your ears. You weren't scared, no. Maybe excited? But that didn't seem to be right either. The few seconds of silence was killing you. You had to know what he was planning. "What is it, Lucifer?" you asked, not being able to wait any longer.

He let out a deep breath before answering. "My love, would you like to fly with me?"

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected response. "Well, I mean, sure! We go flying all the time! I like seeing the rings from above, and you holding me so close is always a nice bonus. Is there something special about this trip?"

Lucifer only shook his head. "That's not exactly what I'm asking, sweetie. I mean, would you like to go flying with me? With your own set of wings?"

Oh...

Oh!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 52

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, Andy is nasty in this, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Andy's palm clamps over your mouth, smothering any noise you try to make. You grasp at his thick fingers, puffing through your nostrils as you kick out, fighting his indomitable strength. This can't be. He wouldn't do this. Andy's a nice guy, the only decent guy you knew. It's why you couldn't bring him into your mess.

His arm tightens around your neck as he drags you backward. He presses his cheek to the side of your head and hisses, "shhhh, I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want, honey." You whimper as your feet bounce off the ground, "even though you hurt me. Over and over." He rasps as he hauls you with him, "I only wanted to give you everything. If you let me, I still can."

He swings you around and wrangles you behind his house. Your panic surges as your eyes prick hotly. You shudder and try to calm yourself. Luna. You have to get Luna.

You let your arms go limp, taking careful steps to alleviate the constraint around your neck. He fumbles to open the door and turns you inside. He slams it behind him, closing you inside the impenetrable silence of his home.

He marches you forward. You don't resist. He takes you to another door, this one you've never been past. To be fair, when you were there, you didn't stay long enough to explore. There's a thick deadbolt on the outside.

"Andy," you force out your tight windpipe, "please, don't hurt me--"

"Honey, I won't. We got a daughter to take care of," he opens the door to a carpeted staircase.

"I know, I know," you shakily reach back to touch his hip, "let me go, I'll go down but I could fall if you don't."

"I won't let you," he insists and lurches you forward.

He keeps his arm around your neck, walking you awkwardly down each step, following the sharp angle of the staircase. The basement is made up like an apartment of its own. It's finished with carpet and paint on the walls, changing colours to delineate the space. The kitchen in one corner, a living space in another, a queen bed against the wall, and the corner where the crib looks eerily similar to the nursery in Lloyd's house. You stop and look around, horrified.

Luna whines. You pull against Andy without thinking. You have to control yourself. You repress the urge to claw and fight him.

"Andy," you bring your hands up to your throbbing chest, "I need to feed her. She's hungry... I hurt so bad."

He doesn't let you go right away. He exhales and slowly drops his arm, grazing your hip as he does. You restrain yourself from running across the room. You move cautiously towards the crib. She's there, squirming and squalling for you.

You lift Luna and hush her as you hold her close. She's bawling in fear, you can't let her feel your own. You pull up your shirt and put her to your nipple, angling her to latch. You sigh and turn, sitting on the rocking footrest in front of the glider. You coo and pet her head as she feeds greedily.

"I'm sorry. I tried to feed her," Andy says as he shuts the door at the bottom of the stairs, "she wouldn't take the formula."

"It's okay, she's fussy," you assure him, trying not to think of the surreal circumstance. Just be calm. "Very hungry."

He nods and comes closer, his cheeks kissed red from the bitter winter. He looms across from you, watching as Luna suckles noisily. His gaze weighs on you as you find his eyes fixed on your chest. You don't let the shiver roll up your spine.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You try not to react. He's asking if you're okay and he's brought you down to his weird bunker? A place like this doesn't just appear overnight.

You gulp, "I'm just happy to have her back. Thank you, Andy."

He smiles and looks you in the face, "I'll keep you safe. Both of you."

You force a smile of your own. There's something off. You see it then in his glassy eyes, as if he's hypnotised.

"Do you have any tea?" You ask softly, "I'm cold."

He flinches and puts his hand on his chest. He clears his throat, "yes, honey, I'll get you some. You like green or--"

"It's late, chamomile?"

"Of course."

He finally backs up and you breathe through your nose as you look down at your daughter. You listen to him moving around the kitchenette. You hug Luna tighter. It's going to be okay, baby girl. I'll make sure of it.

You switch sides as the plucking turns painful. Andy sets down a steaming cup. You could throw it back in his face but you know better. That will only make him angry. You're not fast or strong enough to beat him. You're not getting out tonight.

"Thank you," you feel Luna ease in her hold, "she's getting sleepy."

He stands over you, turning to face you. His hand tickles over your shoulder and he leans it to caress Luna's head as she closes her eyes. You stiffen, livid as he dares to touch your child. You swallow it down as his hand wanders further and he squeezes your other tit. You wince.

"She's so beautiful, just like her mommy," he lets go and gets down to kneel beside you. He leans his head against your shoulder and watches Luna.

"Thank you," you breathe, roll your eyes back against a new wave of tears.

You never expected this, so how could anyone else? No one will come for you, you have to find your own way out.

🍑

Luna fusses and rouses you from your trance. Not sleep, just terror. The arm slung around your middle has you paralysed but it cannot keep you from your child. Slowly, you move Andy's arm away from you and sit up. He grumbles as you cross to the crib and lift your daughter, rocking her.

"What're you doing?" He rasps in his morning grit.

"Shhh, she might go back to sleep," you whisper, "she's just not used to her new... home."

He pushes himself up on his elbows and looks at you from under sleepy lashes. He yawns and sits up, fluffing the pillow up behind his back. He stretches his arm towards you, waving you closer, "I'll take her."

"Maybe in a bit, let me just calm her down," you cradle Luna tighter.

"I can do it," he insists, "let me hold our daughter."

His tone deepens, hard as iron. Our daughter? You can't let him hurt her. Or you, you're the only one there to keep her safe.

"Just be gentle," you gird as you come around the bed, "she'll be hungry if she stays awake."

"I know how to hold a baby," he retorts as he sits forward to take her. You carefully put her in his arms, reluctant to back away.

She wriggles as he gazes down at her. You twiddle your fingers, standing close, your chest tight and pounding.

"I go her," he insists, "can you get some coffee on, honey?"

You stare at him, blinking, then glance down at your daughter. "Sure."

You back away, inching to the kitchenette as you can't help but peek back over and over. He coos at her, his voice soft and higher than usual. It makes you want to throttle him even more. Luna feels much the same as her babbles turn to uncomfortable grunts.

You find a bag of coffee and open the machine in the corner. You quickly load it up as your daughter's voice tugs at you. You hear Andy growl.

"She won't stay still," he huffs.

"Like I said, she's probably hungry."

You go back to them and offer to take her. He hands her over but not without muttering. You pull up the same sweater you've been in since the previous morning. You get Luna latched and yipe as you feel a pinch on your other nipple. Andy tweaks through the rumbled fabric and pushes it up.

"Ow," you try to back up but he catches you by the hip.

You keep Luna in place as he turns his legs over the side of the bed and guides you close. You can't resist as you try not to jostle your child. He bares your other tit and in a second, his lips seal around your nipple. You cry out in shock, almost smacking his head as he suckles.

"What are you doing?" You exclaim.

"Mmmm," he hums and pops his mouth off, "you taste good."

"My milk is for her, Andy," you block him from trying again, pushing a hand against his chin as you keep your other arm under Luna. "Don't--"

He pulls his head back and reaches up to grab your tit, squeezing it until your yelp. It hurts so bad. A trickle leaks out as Luna's mouth detaches and she gurgles.

"Andy, you're going to hurt her," you snap.

He only kneads you harder. You whimper and your legs buckle.

"You have more than enough," he insists and slides forward, nibbling on your tender nipple. You whine and move Luna away from him, disgusted by what he's doing.

"Andy, please, I don't-- she needs to feed first--"

He ignores you and keeps suckling, your stomach churning as your daughter begins to wail. He doesn't care at all about your daughter, he's sick and twisted and would let her starve. Well, you won't stand for that. You will get her out of here, at any cost.

[siren-serenity]

HI HI OMG i hope you're having a wonderful day so far!! i just read your azul angst that you just posted and it destroyed me :((( can i have some fluff with him and the quote "i love you in every form" ?? it makes me think of his merform and i just want to love him :((( thank you sm whether you decide to write this or not!! <333

no matter what (i will always love you)

characters: azul ashengrotto, gn!reader warnings: fluff, a bit of angst (self-hatred towards own body) a/n: - the azul ashengrotto fanbase is growing!! tbh i almost started to write angst until i realized u wanted fluff lmao (i'm sorry for making him cry in most of my works for him :( ) - thank you for sending in, @azulashengrottospiano<3 this is dedicated to you, i'm sorry for making you cry!!! - feedback is appreciated!

Azul Ashengrotto feels stares crawling up, like centipedes on his disgusting tentacles and resists the urge to full-on bawl. He hides in the darkest corner of the room and his tentacles react subconsciously to his feelings, wrapping around his indigo body to mimic a ball of yarn.

Of course today they were making a potion that ended up failing spectacularly due to a petty, jealous second year student throwing an unknown ingredient into his potion. Of course, he had to be drenched in it! And of course, he was turned into his detested marine form! Could this day get any worse?

"Azul?"

He hears you, calling out his name. Normally, he would have swooned at the way your accent rolled his name on your tongue, your tone filled with your love for him (he still couldn't believe that you loved him back, of all people). But now, it's like a nightmare come true.

Azul quickly scrabbles away, slipping through the screaming students and taking advantage of the chaos. He walks (slides? slithers? he doesn't know anymore) across the floor but unfortunately bangs himself painfully against somebody. He looks up, mouth open to brutally rip the person apart, and suddenly all his vocal cords fail to work. He didn't just bump into anybody, he bumped into you.

"A-Azul?"

Azul squeezes his eyes shut and looks away. He doesn't dare to face you right now, not when he is in such a hideous form. Careful fingers pry him from the floor; his suction cups make an embarrassingly loud pop! noises as you do so.

"Oh darling," He hears you murmur. He feels your gentle touch on his limbs and resists the shudder from the delight your simple action brings him. "Look at you! You're gorgeous!"

Yes, Azul knows he is hideous- wait what?

"You're so cute! Your purple is a gorgeous shade, I'm so envious of it! And look at your tentacles! They are so cute- urgh I'm at a loss for words!"

"Y-You don't hate me?" He musters up the courage to speak, opening one eye only to spot you climbing up the railing of Mostro Lounge's aquarium. His eyes sparkle at the sight of water, suddenly reminding him of how dry his skin felt. He gently slips away from your arms and into the water, relishing in the relaxation that the simple action brings him.

"Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

"Don't say words you don't mean," Azul murmurs, shaking his head. "Don't...don't bring up my hopes like that!"

A gentle kiss on his forehead made his eyes widen dramatically and his skin flushed a shade of dark purple. His tentacles wiggle in the water as he attempts to regain his posture but fails miserably. You laugh before bringing his face closer and gently giving him a nose kiss - human nose to merman nose. He blinks adorably as you give him another kiss on the lips, unafraid to kiss him with so much love, so much passion. He freezes up before slowly kissing you back, his humanoid arms coming up to cradle your fragile human body.

"I promised you, didn't I?" You breathe out breathlessly. Azul's kisses always manage to do so, no matter what or when. "I love you in every form. Nothing will ever change that."

Azul Ashengrotto holds back tears of relief and gratitude before diving for another kiss. This time, his tentacles react to his subconscious will as they circle you before clutching onto you close.

He never wants this moment to end, Azul thinks as he kisses you. His mind is just overflowing with love, love, and love.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

always always thinking about your post that was like “normal has a very high threshold for being loved that is nearly impossible to meet and he will do *anything* to feel validated” and then today in the discord during the part where willy reveals it could’ve been either normal or scary, will said “willy fucked up normal would burn the entire world down for the tiniest crumb of validation” and just. screaming screaming forever about this boy’s inability to ever feel loved enough, he is every webweaving post about always devouring and never feeling full from love, this boy is RAVENOUS and it’s hard to understand how the oak good-boy morality can even supersede that, he has every trait imaginable to become a villain and it feels like the only thing preventing that is the desire to be good, bc tbh I don’t think he wants to be good more than he wants to be loved

SORRY FOR TAKING ALMOST TWO FUCKING WEEKS TO ANSWER THIS ANON!

Eheh, firstly *thank you* because this message is very sweet and made me extremely happy. The post you’re talking about took a good while to write and came with a lot of anxiety so it’s very nice to hear that you’ve kept fragments of it with you, I really do appreciate that!!! 💜

I’d debated for a bit on answering this privately to be honest with you, as not every fire I’ve sparked is one whose flames I wish to fan, so to speak, but everything you wrote is just so on-point and well-articulated that I couldn’t resist. Otherwise. *Ahem*. I know it's very very silly to respond to a response about an essay with what is essentially another essay, but you see, in thinking of how to answer your message, I got a little caught amongst many other things that have been on my mind... And I've seen some takes that have annoyed me for one reason or another and couldn't decide how to address those and. Well. Ultimately I decided that the stuff I wanted to talk about was connected *enough* to the stuff brought up in your message (as well as in my original post) that I could put it all together, soooooooo if you'll entertain me rambling once more~

Let's start by saying that, I recently saw a take going around stating that “Scary’s internal issues caused her external issues while Normal’s external issues caused his internal issues” (among a number of other statements that I frankly found pretty questionable), and I must say, for reasons that I hope to explain, I disagree with this assertion on both accounts!

In Scary’s case, this statement completely erases and undermines the trauma of her dad walking out, and what that does not only to her confidence and sense of self-worth, but to her relationship with her mother as well. And the degree of the impact of this external trauma on her internal view towards and treatment of herself is clear as day just by looking at the stark contrast between Terri and Scary. Scary (Terri) is someone who once had confidence in herself and could find validation and motivation internally, most recently evidenced by Terri's words of encouragement to Scary whilst under beacon of hope:

But then her dad leaves, and things get harder at home, and Scary starts to fight with her mom (her mom who she once called her best friend!!!), and she starts to feel worthless and unlovable- something that only gets worse with time as Willy alienates her from the rest of the group, case in point with this revealing exchange:  

No one’s told her they’re proud of her in a long time (sound familiar??),

her teachers at school shut her down when she tries to speak her mind or otherwise dismiss her behavior as “acting out” seemingly without any sort of intervention or attempt to actually check in with her,

[the above teen fact is from episode 31]

Only then, in response to her diminished sense of self-worth does she begin to cut herself off from the rest of the world and from her former self, most importantly quitting soccer (which we know matters a lot to her!),

and those things leave her even more vulnerable and supportless and ashamed. Not to mention all the mixed emotions she must feel when Terry walks into the picture, between actually liking him but not being able to see his love as genuine due to her relationship with her bio dad and all the frustration and shame she must feel as a result.

This is not to claim that Scary’s internal struggles do not inform a lot of what happens to her and the people around her over the run of the season- of course they do! (In fact some of the later things mentioned above are examples of that- I guess I got a bit carried away). But Scary’s major internal struggles that affect her throughout the course of the adventure are preceded by a slew of important external events that negatively affect her psyche and are in many cases out of her control. Scary’s internal struggles did not originate in a vacuum, and I absolutely would not say that they “caused” the bulk of what she has been through.

Unlike Scary, Norm’s excessive dependency on external validation to feel like he’s worth anything begins when he is very young. [Emphasis on “excessive” here, since obviously everyone requires validation from others to some degree, the point being just that this trait is so very pronounced in Normal and, as I argued a bit in the post anon is referring to, usually the most important factor informing his courses of action, superseding (but not implying the absence of) any desire to be good and help those around him. Will’s statement (the one which anon quotes) seems to corroborate this.] We know that things go so far back from Sparrow’s account in episode 17:

It’s important that this is about Normal’s kindergarten experiences too, because it tells us that Normal’s predominant internal issues go back farther than this and hence were not caused in and of themselves by his peers- instead being perhaps more fundamental to who he is as a person.

This is not to say that external events do not exacerbate the state of Normal’s psyche. In his youth most notably, we can infer that he interpreted Hero’s treatment (which of course he did not understand at the time to be her training) as favoritism, and I think it’s pretty clear by this point that his resentment of her is tied to the degradation of self-esteem that he experienced as a result.

Then of course there is the dance. Sparrow’s words to Normal during the dance obviously consist of a very pivotal moment for Norm within the context of the season, but I think it’s important to remember and not erase the fact that Normal’s internal issues with validation do not begin at the dance, as established in the kindergarten case but also further exemplified by Norm’s primary motive in becoming the school’s mascot in the first place (to get everybody to like him). I think it’s important to remember this in part since it informs so much of Normal’s reaction to what his father has to say, immediately afterwards but also throughout the whole rest of the season. No kid wants to hear that their parent isn’t proud of them, but the severity of the response to this sort of statement is going to vary drastically depending on the person, and in Norm’s case, given his natural disposition, it’s devastating. [and I swear there’s a teen talk moment where Will says basically this but I can’t find it for the life of me rn damn it lol maybe I’ll edit in the clip later if I do]

Of course in this specific case, one can still mostly say that the problem stems from outside of Normal, and that his preexisting issues exacerbate his response but are definitely not the cause of it. Outside of this instance, however, this is not always true! In fact, Normal’s excessive dependency on external validation and related rejection sensitivity (negatively) inform a large amount of his interactions with those around him, particularly Lincoln and Taylor (imagine me underlining “Taylor” several times as I say this). Truthfully that’s a whole ramble on its own, but with respect to more recent events, I have to admit that I was genuinely quite irked to find a lot of people blaming Taylor and Lincoln for Norm’s response to their uh. mech shenanigans in episode 37, choosing to frame this as an act of moral failing or even malice on their part, rather than a reflection of Normal’s own issues and room for growth. Lincoln and Taylor were simply focused on the mission at hand, and there was no good reason realistically speaking to have expected them to be aware of Normal’s emotional state at that point in time (or in general, to be aware of the jealousy their bonding moments evoke within Norm- particularly when Normal consistently fails to communicate and address those emotions with them in a manner that is direct and not passive-aggressive). Lincoln in particular is very clearly stated as not even having fun in that moment, very understandably being focused instead on the fact that his friend Scary is around his father, who he just witnessed, you know, murder someone. This is not an instance of the world going against Norm for no good reason other than to put him through it, this is a very clear example of Normal’s internal issues affecting the way he perceives external events in a manner that is not actually very reflective of the reality of the situation, and which of course feeds in further to his cycle of self-loathing (and I won’t go into it here since I sort of did in the post anon is responding to- but Normal’s negative reaction to Lincoln breaking the pick to gain Scary’s trust is another important example of this [tbh all the more so now coupled with the hypocrisy of how he handles the anchor in Goofs but that’s a tangent]). As aforementioned, Norm also struggles a good chunk of the time to actually explain his feelings in a manner that is direct and does not rely on blaming others for not picking up on his dejection, as exemplified in how this discussion goes with Lincoln in the most recent episode:

The treatment from fandom of this whole instance being reflective of a reoccurring issue I tend to have with a large chunk of the fandom, wherein the collective memory of canon tends towards getting warped to account for Norm’s mental state. Sometimes that’s hailing him as some morally-perfect, emotional reincarnate of Henry (as though the pride layer didn’t happen, as though Goofs didn’t happen, as though all of Norm’s relationship with Taylor isn’t what it is- …I feel like I should stop implying stuff about the significance Taylor and Norm’s relationship and not elaborating but it really is an essay in and of itself LOL), other times it’s just downright turning everyone around Normal into a villain, a persistent phenomenon which I sort of illustrated in the above example but also touched upon in an earlier essay (arguing that despite the fandom’s quick jump to villainize him- Lincoln breaking the guitar pick would prove to be an act of love). Sparrow also takes a good brunt of the damage from this. Sparrow saying he’s not proud of Normal gets turned into Sparrow not loving Normal (despite an abundance of proof in canon to the contrary), his apology for what he said and the support he shows for Norm in light of his alternative plan on dealing with the Doodler are completely ignored by most of the fandom, as are any other demonstrations of emotional availability and shows of growth that he displays throughout the course of the season, and the true motives behind Sparrow’s insistence on Normal living a “normal” life- to protect him from the childhood that he but also that Hero had to undergo- is somehow framed as Sparrow actually holding some kind of favoritism for Hero. It’s as though there is a complete inability on a larger scale within the fandom to see Sparrow as separate character outside of the filter of Norm’s emotions, and the other teens (including Hermie) get a similar if less pronounced treatment.

[Actually, I would argue that to some degree all of the kiddads except Terry (and Lark since he’s not officially a dad) tend to be perceived and criticized predominantly through the noise of their respective child’s emotions/behavior. In Grant’s case, Lincoln 1. spends a good part of the earlier half of the season asserting that his dads are the best dads in the world despite everything going on and 2. has a very unfortunate tendency to compartmentalize and push down his negative emotions as much as possible- in typical Wilson fashion- so the complexity and severity of Lincoln’s issues with his dad generally go understated, and only now that Lincoln has begun to be more vocal and upfront about his issues has some of Grant’s parenting finally begun to come under fire, and even then mostly only his more recent transgressions. In Taylor’s case, Taylor’s emotional security/stability and general fondness for his dad mean that Nicky is being hailed by many people as “the best dad” where in fact Nicky- while certainly helping the teens out in many ways and perhaps even acting as a friend to them- has done just about jack shit for Taylor as a *father*, and really if Taylor has anyone to thank for being as well-adjusted as he is now, it’s definitely his mom! But I digress.]

Normal and Scary are very similar, but the way fandom treats them is very different. People (mostly) seem to be able to acknowledge that Scary, in spite of her mistakes and flaws, is a scared, tired kid with a good heart who is capable and deserving of love. In Normal’s case, I just can’t seem to shake the impression that the fandom (in general) would rather strip Norm of all the things that make his character complex, and nuanced, and flawed, reducing him to an utterly uninteresting husk of a character before depicting him as anything other than a perfect goody-two-shoes who has never hurt anybody in his entire life or daring to acknowledge the fact that “Normal has been through a lot, is hurt, and deserves a good support system and emotional validation” and “Normal can at many times be his own worst enemy, sometimes makes mistakes that affect those around him, and has room to grow emotionally” are notions that can and should coexist. Or at least, that's my two cents on the matter.

[curatoroffiction]

Congratulations on your milestone!!!

Can i request perhaps a comfort with Octa trio, with an artist reader but finding out their art it just a coping mechanism, please?

if its not too much tho— feel free to ignore the request:)

Thank you!

Azul had long-since attempted to get one of your art pieces in the Mostro Lounge. The art of another world - Another universe! It was a novelty that was discovered in your first art class. You had techniques and perspectives and memories of places no one had ever seen. Whatever you put your mind to, you poured your heart and soul into it to bring something alive in it. Something none of Twisted Wonderland had ever experienced before you arrived; Your world.

Your teachers were surprised and excited by your works. Other students marveled as they asked questions about the places you painted, or the things you captured in your sculptures. Your art very quickly became the talk of the school - And it was spreading quickly beyond those confines as people passionately shared photos of your work online and discussed what you'd say about your own work. Posts of your paintings were going viral online, and you were attracting quite the unique art convention to Night Raven College. But to you, it was the only way you could see your world, even just a glimpse of it. It was because of your rise in popularity that Azul was willing to do whatever it took to get a piece of your art. Something to attract people to the Mostro Lounge, something he could invest in for the future - A ___ ___ original! But you weren't selling. "Look, Azul, I've told you several times already that I'm not selling. I'm not doing commission work. I just, I just create art, and I'm keeping it for myself." "Surely, ___.. You couldn't appreciate all this art on your own? You MUST have some pieces you're willing to part with. I've got quite the offer, I'd say.." "No thank you." "You can have a meal a day at the Mostro Lounge for a month." "No." "Two months." "I said no." "Three-" You start closing the door on him again, which is when a foot slips right between the door and the doorframe. You look up to see Floyd grinning, having just slithered into view. "Now Shrimpy, I think you should hear out Azul's offer.. ~ Wouldn't want to be rude, yeah?" He's daring you to give him just one reason. You sigh, slowly opening the door. You're not looking to give him a reason. Azul straightens his tie, coughing into his fist as he puts on his smile again. "Now, ___.. I'm sorry we're getting a little more.. eager? But you have to know by now that your art is going to make a lot of noise. If you let me host a public gallery, we can keep the art hounds off of you. No one will know your address, and anyone who comes here to harass you would meet quite the resistance! I know you like your privacy, so please, let us help you." "...." You stare at the two, your hands still firmly on the door, ready to attempt to slam it at any moment. Jade is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean he isn't here. But still.. there's a certain sense to what he's saying. You could let him showcase your art, keeping the pieces all to yourself at the end of the day, and he'd keep people from trying to take it for themselves. And, if you aren't selling, that creates an exclusivity that should be appealing to him.. "How's this; I could let you showcase my art, BUT- The pieces are still my own. Mine. I'm not selling. I'm not selling to you, I'm not selling to the art critics, I'm not selling." "That's fine! I can work with that! Yes, an art exhibit could be quite thrilling!" Azul flashes an excited and warm smile. "And it'll be quite beneficial for the both of-" "I want half the proceeds." "..." Azul blinks. He then gives you a bewildered look. ".... What?" "You're gonna charge for admission, yeah? I want half of whatever you make from my art." "..... I'm sure we can iron out the details-" "It's a non-negotiable term." Azul pauses. He smiles once again. "We'll iron out the details in a contract, to keep both parties honest." "You'll be speaking with my lawyer." "... Who is your lawyer, exactly..?" "Crewel." "... I see. ----- Part 2

[atmymercy]

Hello, how are you? I'm so sorry for coming back for another reading 🙈. But I couldn't resist the opportunity. May I ask for one reading please? I wanted to know if I'll be able to have my wedding outside my birth country? What I mean by that is my actual wedding day/venue, will it be in some other country? Not saying a destination wedding, it could be a simple courthouse wedding, I don't mind, I'm all up for elopement as well. It's just that I don't want my biological family to be present at my wedding (whenever it might happen) and the only way to achieve that would be if I'm far away from here when that happens. I'm single btw right now. Thanks a lot for this opportunity. Greatly appreciated. I'm C. 🙏

hello c! i'm doing great! i hope you are too! and no worries! i appreciate that you want to participate in my giveaways! and that you think of my giveaways an opportunities and something to be appreciated! it means a lot, honey! thank you!

for you, i got the death, queen of wands & the moon.

you will be out of your birth country when you get married, honey! by that point, you are going to feel like a totally different person and yet all the same. you know what i mean, right? it's such a big step and yet you know you'll be stepping into a person who you were always meant to be! it'll be exciting and your spirit guides want to reassure you, honey that you are going to look amazing! you'll look so pretty in the nightlight again that i see your spouse falling all over for you again that night! so keep your head up, honey! you got this! no need to worry! just think of how amazing you're going to look! eee! i'm so excited for you! but yep, for sure outside of your birth country wedding!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee when you can! if you want to explore this further, please consider a private read as well. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

as always, my rules & info are in my pinned post if you're interested in a reading of your own!

[oscar-piastri]

short scenes of a love story

iv. life update

On the team bus, players were either immersed in their music or engrossed in card games, each finding their own way to focus before the day's match. At the back, a group, including Cassy, was engaged in casual conversation, still getting to know one another.

Having been with RCT for a few weeks now, Cassy was growing more comfortable in the team's masculine environment. She'd quickly adapted to the playful banter, often reciprocating with her own witty comebacks. Melvyn's advice had been invaluable: she'd gently tease the players back or threaten to post embarrassing moments on social media. She also grew close to Charles, mainly because as a captain he took it to heart to defend her as best and put his players back in their place when Cassy was too shy to do it; they actually quickly created a brother/sister dynamic. Obviously, as a package deal came the friendship with Baptiste, Gabin and Melvyn.

“So, how’s the apartment hunting going?” Baptiste asked, drawing a groan from Cassy.

“A disaster.” She lamented. “Everything is so expensive here! Landlords are hesitant because I've only been on the job for a few weeks, they’d rather wait a few months to be sure I’ll be able to really pay rent” She started her rant. “Most places I can afford are in less-than-desirable neighborhoods. I’m staying at a family friend’s house right now, they don’t look like they’ll kick me out but you know… I would love to be on my own”

“Oh I totally understand!” Melvyn added to the conversation. “When I arrived straight from Toulouse I had to go back to my dad’s house. Didn’t had the time to go hunting for a place, so my dad had to help”

Cassy leaned back, showing to her friends how frustrated she was “Was probably stupid I didn’t think about this before actually moving here”

She sensed the boys feeling sorry for her, and tried to reassure them and also herself when she was interrupted by her stomach growling like a beast. “Oh sorry” she blushed before reaching for her bag and taking a small bag with a cookie inside. “I didn’t have time to eat this morning, I was running everywhere to visit a place.” She took a bite and felt all the stress leave her body “Couldn’t resist the cookies from the cook when I got there to catch the bus. Probably my favorite cookies” 

“Suit yourself, hope you can appreciate them for us” Gabin said, eyeing the cookie. 

“Yeah I’d kill for one” Baptiste added, the two boys couldn't help but express their envy, making Cassy eat her cookie a bit faster.

“You know, if you ever need help when moving in, I’ll be totally ready to help” Melvyn offered, turning to face Cassy.

“Oooooh” Gabin whistled as he playfully tickled Melvyn. “What’s going on with you, uh? Loverboy?”

Now it was time for Melvyn to have his cheeks turn to a pale red in embarrassment. “Stop this ‘loverboy’ crap,” he protested, pushing Gabin’s head away. “May I point to the fact that I have always gotten along great with every community manager from every team I’ve been to. I just want to make sure Cassy is well integrated and that she knows she can count on us.” He said, trying to defend himself as Charles chimed in, reassuring Melvyn that the teasing was all in good fun, especially since he was the one of the recent additions to the team, just a few months before Cassy.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed by the playful banter, Cassy seized the moment when the bus stopped near the stadium. The team had a tradition of walking the last stretch to connect with fans. She grabbed her bag, announcing she'd capture content of everyone exiting the bus, and made a quick exit.

As she stepped off the bus, she took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to escape the confusing conversation and focus on the upcoming match.

[dragodina]

🎨👻💥✨

Thank you for replying this morning and also for the questions, I really appreciate it 🥰❤️.

Like you my answers are all about Tatort Hamburg and for my favourite lady cop, her lovely yet moody partner sidekick and my beloved lady cop couple 😊

Here we go! Oh and sorry for the length 😅🙈✌🏼:

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I don't know if it counts as "wild" but the one canon thing I most wish for, is running around in my head very wildly and that's very likely not going to happen is: (Oh surprise) TINIA 😊❤️. And maybe that is also an kind of unpopular opinion. Julia Grosz and Tine Geissler back together happily ever after. Because Julia deserves to find some love and why the heck not with Tine Geissler. #LiebefürJulia

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

See answer for 👻. I'm very desperate about them 😅😂🤣🙈.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Phew, that one really is a tough question. Because of the nature of the small fandom and the pairing all of the comments that are shared are very special on their own.

The comments on the very first chapter of "Last Chance" though will probably have a very special place in my tiny heart.

Just because of the fact that I have never posted anything before storywise in my life, only ever wrote things down to get them put of my head but never shared them. But then the Tatort Hamburg episode "Schattenleben" touched me so deeply that I just wrote a piece of something. And did not expect to receive anything. But what I got back through the comments was so much more treasured. I re-discovered the joy of wroting that I had lost for a very long time as well aß the courage to post it online and see how others like the ideas that are constantly Rundung theough my head. And for that I am very grateful.

I'm just very thankful for all the lovely words.

@caromitpunkt @disappointingsalad @MJ & you always leave so generous words that keeps the re-found passion alive and going.

I got a comment from a person who mentioned that they usually just read and don't comment but couldn't resist because they enjoyed "Last Chance" so much, that was very lovely and really made my day 😊.

I'm happy if people from other fandoms come over and take their time to leave words of appreciation as well.

It's really cool when people point out their favorite lines or scenes or some of the details I put in (longer) stories once in a while.

If someone comnents they like the writing style that is allways nice because I really just write what I think and comes to my mind but never really had any education about it.

I love your comments @except4bunnies and input, because you are always very encouraging and share point of views that I probably haven't considered and I like to see stuff from another angle (your angle) and the open exchange that developes through that. For example if storylines or scenes that I decided on are realistic for certain characters. Not only about stories but also all FW things considered. I know you are quite alright with the canon version of Julia as it is and so I really apprecite that you still bear with my Tinia madness 😊.

The comments of @kuestenkindimherzen are always so heartwarming and escalating and I really love and am happy to have someone to share the Tinia madness with 🥰🙈.

In general I'm just very grateful for every single comment and everyone who shares their thoughts on stories, just because I like my ideas doesn't neccssarily mean they are awesome. So its nice to see if I can catch one emotion or another in a reader that I definitely had when writing scenes.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

I would so love to see a fanvid of Julia Grosz to the music of Sigur Rós 😊. It would be even more perfect with Tine Geissler 🥰. That would really make my day, okay probably my whole year 😅✌🏼.

There is one scene from "Happiness" right at the beginning when Julia wakes up in the morning with Tine in her arms, their hands resting intertwined over Tines stomach. Kuestenkindimherzen commented that she would love to get a painting of that exact scene. And I can only agree wholeheartedly to that, I would very much love that too 🥰❤️.

Then there is that dance scene between Julia and Tine in "Last Christmas" at a police christmas party to Scalas version of "Last Christmas" that felt very special to me while writing it. I don't even know if that sparked as much joy for readers as it did for me while I imagined it in my head 🙈.

In the end, I would just be happy to get any Julia & Tine content at all 😅🥰❤️.

[zeta-in-de-walls]

Maybe it’s just me idk, but I feel like Tommy’s character on the SMP is somehow the one with the best morals. 

See, he definitely causes mischief, but he never intends to hurt anyone. His motive is always to have fun - both to entertain himself and others even if it means causing property damage along the way. And yeah he likes causing damage but Tommy doesn’t seem to value material possessions much (aside from objects of sentimental value), maybe cause his own stuff gets griefed/stolen all the time - so he’s self-centred, sure, but he’s never malicious. 

Okay, but morals? Yeah! Tommy is incredibly loyal to his friends, he absolutely loves to talk to different people and get to know them and is quick to let them into his life and trust them. While he gets betrayed a lot, he doesn’t betray others, never going behind someone’s back for his own gain.Tommy’s not interested in power.  

Tommy loves to be liked and hates to be the bad guy - he doesn’t like to admit he’s in the wrong and is slow to apologise because he gets defensive - but if he seriously has messed up he will own up to it and try to fix his mistakes even if it takes a bit of time. The griefing of George’s house distaster is a good example - he behaved badly and didn’t realise the consequences of his actions. He felt like he was being treated unfairly as he hadn’t really done anything that bad in his mind - it was just a prank that was easily fixed so how was it his fault that their were massive obsidian walls around L’Manburg, and why were all his friends against him and calling him a liability when he’d always been so loyal to L’Manburg? And he argued and tried to avoid taking the fall - but he also didn’t want someone else to be blamed as he spoke up to defend Ranboo when he was under fire. When the anger had faded and he’d calmed down, he did become apologetic and had tried to cooperate with others. 

But Tommy’s also got ideals. Sometimes he tries to do what he believes is right, over what might be smart. The reason he tried to convince L’Manburg to challenge Dream wasn’t so much for selfish motives as he knew Dream was treating them all unjustly and they had to challenge injustice. Better to fight than surrender and comply with a cruel tyrant’s demands. (Tubbo was more pragmatic, thinking of what’s sensible rather than what’s right necessarily). In fact, Tommy believed Dream was in the wrong enough that he was willing to ask Technoblade for help, even though Technoblade had made it clear he had no love for the L’Manburg Government - Tommy somehow believed that he’d be able to convince him that fighting Dream was a worthy enough cause - that he was the greater evil. Tommy’s idealistic - he almost always believes in the best of people and was ready to believe that if he challenged Dream, the rest of the server would be on his side in spite of how little respect the server typically gives him. 

And Tommy never gave up on Wilbur either. He was very aware of the dark path Wilbur was taking, and tried his best to convince him otherwise. When Wilbur questioned whether what they were doing was right, Tommy asked Tubbo if he thought they were better for this country over Schlatt or not. Tommy never agreed with Wilbur’s plans - but he also never abandoned him and stayed with him, trying to convince him that there was a better way, that things weren’t so bleak. Wilbur, his mentor, said let’s blow up L’Manburg and Tommy said no, we can still win it back the right way. On war day, people were discussing who the traitors were and Tommy brought it up now and then but he never seriously doubted anyone. He even trusted in Wilbur enough to make him the President, over himself. And when Wilbur chose Tubbo, Tommy clapped louder than anyone, absolutely happy for his friends. When everyone was demoralised after it was all blown up and they’d finally killed the Withers, Tommy was there to motivate everyone and bring them to the L’Mantree to talk about how L’Manburg was still alive and they wouldn’t let this be the end. 

Currently in the story, Tommy’s trust in others is at an all time low, everything he’s put his faith in has disappointed him and he’s lost everything. But he hasn’t given up on his friends yet. Tommy let Dream destroy everything he had except for his pictures of Tubbo (and the prime log). Technoblade welcomed Tommy and explained how he wanted revenge and Tommy refused. He doesn’t want L’Manburg blown up, he’s angry at his friends, yes, but he also misses them and wants to make up more than anything else. He doesn’t want revenge. He just wants his music discs, a symbol of a happier time. Unlike Dream, who wants the discs in order to have control over him, Tommy wants those discs so he can listen to them with his friends. 

I hope that Tommy does not allow himself to get corrupted. I hope he will continue to try and believe in using words over violence, continue to trust others and to try and seek peace while always trying to do what he believes is right. He’s still got to grow - he does need to get better at listening and respecting others, and to start seeing that his actions have consequences, but his values have always been great. That’s a big part of why I appreciate him so much and he’s my favourite character and, even though he’s never called himself a ‘hero’ that’s how others have regarded him.

[bakuliwrites]

Milk and Honey- Kento Nanami

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationship: Kento Nanami x Unnamed OC (or Reader, you can interpret it either way! :) I didn't really have any particular OC in mind, I sort of just wrote and this is what came out)

Summary: There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers.

Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together.

Tags: PIV, Lactation K*nk, Breastfeeding, Fluff, Smut, Comfort S*x, Praise K*nk, Body Worship, Honey Play, NANAMI NEEDS TO RELAX

A/N: Ooops, I wrote another Nanami fic. I can't stop myself. Oh, Kento Nanami <3 He deserves all the soft and peaceful and wonderful things in the world. He's such a sweetheart <3 I really couldn't resist writing a soft, fluffy, smutty fic for him. Something where he can just bask in the afternoon sunlight and make plans with his beloved for a bright future. As always, thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. Stay tuned for more Nanami content. Lots of love <3

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

Honey trickles down the supple flesh of her bosom, clinging to the pert buds of her nipples like drops of amber. A bead lingers, glistening golden in the hazy afternoon light. What Kento wouldn’t give to be enveloped in this tranquil moment forever. Caught in her sultry gaze. He had wanted to try something new. She’d said, “Why not make it a little bit more exciting?”

So here they are, basking in the gilded beams of sun that filter through the delicate gossamer curtains of their shared bedroom. Kento kneels before her on the bed, awestruck like he was the very first time they made love. He sits patiently, deep brown eyes filled with a wonderment he’ll probably never rid himself of. He will always be bewitched by her, body and soul. A coy smile tugs at her lips, mischief glimmering in her irises as she drizzles sweet amber across her bosom. Plenty for him to enjoy, but not too much. Honey hangs on her collarbone, a bejeweled, confectionary adornment. 

She beckons him closer, done with her solitary activity, ready for him to partake. Her lips are the first thing to greet him, tongue tracing his, begging quietly for entrance. As he deepens the kiss, her soft moans into him are enough to send him reeling. Kento feels desperate for her, needy and immensely deprived. Her hands at the nape of his neck, clutching at the short hairs and tugging ever so slightly, make him huff. She giggles, delighting in Kento’s tragic mewling as she draws him back towards the pillows with her. She lays on one side, head resting in the heavenly pile of pillows she’s created, directing Kento to lay facing her. 

Kento’s hands never leave her, and his lips trail up and down her chest. Her scent is intoxicating, her skin silky and smooth. Kento tries to memorize her body with each pass of his large hands over her curves. Though in the years they’ve known and loved one another, he's already memorized her form perfectly. 

"No harm in refreshing your memory," she giggles, eliciting a rumbly laugh from him. Every piece of her is beautiful. His lips trail along the stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, honoring each one with gentle kisses. He traces the pale white lines that radiate out from her areolas, marks of the hard work her swollen breasts are doing. She winces a little at his touch.

"I'm sorry, my dearest," he apologizes, ghosting a kiss against each of her nipples, droplets of honey dappling his lips, "I couldn't resist."

She chuckles, reassuring him that she's alright. Kento busies himself kneading the tender flesh of her hips, luxuriating in her soft sighs, licking his lips of the bits of honey that cling to them. Her laugh graces his ears once again as he tickles the sensitive spot just behind her ears, leaving tiny love bites along her neck. 

“Kento, my darling, you’re too good to me,” she praises, and he feels heat blooming across his cheeks. She’s always so forthcoming with her praise. He hardly feels he deserves it, but she insists he does. 

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he returns, stealing one last kiss from her supple lips before settling in beside her. 

“Ready, my love?” she coos, cheeks rosy and eyes bright with affection. Kento, a man of few words, merely nods. This had been his idea, and he was glad she was on board. She's always treating him, always helping to wash away the stresses of his day. Life as a sorcerer is filled with so much peril. But she is always a place of safety, a place of peace. Kento wants to help her now. And, he thinks to himself, this will no doubt be relaxing for the both of them. Comforting and calming. Relieving. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she goes on, a flash of worry in her eyes, “I don’t want it to be- I don’t know… I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to do this,” Kento returns, cupping her face in his hands, the pads of his thumbs caressing her cheeks, “You’ve been in so much pain lately. So, as long as you’re okay with it-”

“I am,” she beams, “I’m ready.”

Kento settles himself in. The fresh linens are cool on his overheated skin. Her perfume is heady in his nose and he wouldn't have it any other way. He gazes up at her through hooded lashes, eyes bright with adoration. The look she returns is one of deep affection, a small smile scrunching up the corners of her eyes. Kento is enamored. His lips close around her nipple, taste buds drawn in by the sweet taste of honey before he suckles and is hit with a burst of a new kind of succor. Her milk is sweet and slightly sour, filling him with warmth. She gasps softly before lightly raking her fingers through the short blonde strands of his hair. 

His calloused hands grasp her hips, pull her closer to him. Kento can feel her fingers dance down his ribs, tickle his stomach, and graze the hair just below his navel. He’s hard already, he can’t help it. The mere proximity of her, the tenderness of her touch, drinking her in, it’s all swirling around his mind. Building in his core, a lambent flame threatening to burst into a wildfire. Milk and honey dance on his tongue, while her fingers wrap around his cock. 

“Do you want me to?” she whispers, breath catching in her throat. Kento pulls back for air, his response a sloppy, desperate kiss against her lips. 

“Yes,” he manages to breathe before diving back into her swollen tits. His nerves are electric. The gentle tickle of her nails grazing his scalp. Every tender caress along all his battle scars. Her skillful hands at his groin. This moment is voltaic, charged with an energy Kento has only ever felt with her. When she leans down to press her lips to the top of his head, her hair creates a curtain hiding his face. Sunlight filters through the strands. There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers. 

She strokes, up and down, the slow rhythmic motion of her hand aided by a bit of lube from the tube beside their bed. Kento drinks and she pumps. His husky grunts mingle with her tiny, pleasured moans. His fingers find their way to her heat, circling her clit in slow rotations. 

“Kento,” she whimpers, and it’s music to his ears. He switches now to her other breast, hoping he’s helped to relieve her even just a little bit. He hadn’t realized how much he would like this, how much she would like this. But this is bliss. She picks up her pace, and he follows suit, thumb circling her clit faster while he slips two fingers into her entrance. 

“Ah!” she gasps, “Kento, I need you.” 

He manages to grunt softly in response, breath fanning against her breast. He’s not quite done yet, but he will be soon. He has to be soon, or he won’t last much longer. Kento can already feel his cock twitching in her hands, and her walls shuddering around his fingers. 

“I need you inside me, my love,” she entreats, huffy little breaths escaping her lips. He needs to be inside her. He withdraws his fingers, pulls back from suckling, and almost smashes his lips to hers. Their kisses are hungry, messy and desperate. He hovers over her, his deep brown eyes meeting her sparkling irises. Breathless and flushed, she is a vision. She smiles up at him, the world brightening with her.

“You’re beautiful, Kento,” she beams, hands resting on the sharp angles of his cheekbones. Butterflies in his stomach is an understatement. His heart wants to pound straight out of his chest. He turns his head ever so slightly to press a lingering kiss into the palm of her hand.

“I’m spellbound by you,” he returns, and with this, she draws him in, crashing her lips against his. Slowly, he sheathes himself in her, pausing for a moment to allow her to adjust to his girth. Her legs wrap around his hips and press him flush against her. She holds him there for a moment, kiss after kiss searing against his lips, keeping him buried deep inside her. This is the closest their physical forms could ever be, and still, it doesn’t feel like enough. 

When she draws back for air and loosens her legs on his hips, Kento swipes his finger through some of the remaining honey on her breast and offers it to her. Gently, she laps it up, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger. Kento sucks in a breath, a burst of fire in his core. With this, he pumps into her, rhythmic and slow. He wants to take his time in worshipping her body. They rock their hips together, smooth like the swell of ocean waves. It fills him with serenity, with fire. 

There's a slight chill in the air, but it's warm in the house. The droning of cicadas fades into the background, the last vestiges of summer clinging desperately to the diminishing heat of the season. But all Kento can hear is his darling's soft moans and the whispered proclamations of love passed back and forth between them. 

“My darling,” he huffs, rolling his hips against hers, “I adore you.”

“And I, you,” she returns, eyes fluttering shut, her release imminent. The fire in him builds, the coil in her tightens. Her breasts bounce with each pump into her. Her breath is shallow, her moans needy. Kento grips the sheets tight, his pace becoming erratic. 

“Faster,” she implores him, fingernails digging into his back. He picks up his pace. So close. So close. He hits deeper and deeper inside her, and all of a sudden, her coil bursts with his flames. 

“Kento!” she cries, lyrical and lovely. He calls out her name just as melodious, adoration and love filling his voice. Kento buries his head in the crook of her neck, the sensation of her fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his back an utter delight. Her walls shudder around him as he releases into her. Stars dot his vision and electricity runs through his veins. Shakily, he stays inside her, allowing himself to catch his breath. They cling to one another, not ready to let go. 

Finally, when Kento does manage to pull himself from her, he watches as his cum drips down her thighs and onto the sheets. He’s about to get up to clean up his mess, but she holds out a hand to stop him.

“Stay for a minute,” she entreats, pulling him down to join her where she rests. Kento’s skin feels like it’s on fire when he flops down on the mattress next to her, sensitive and prickly. But he wants her close, even still. She rests on his chest, sticky honey clinging to them both. Silence passes between them, comfortable and warm. The room is hazy with sunlight, tiny dust motes floating in the beams, hovering weightless in the sun's gilded tendrils. This languid afternoon is everything Kento has needed. He is renewed in her embrace, refreshed in this tranquility. 

“Can I help clean you up?” Kento offers after a while. 

“Kento Nanami, always a gentleman,” she teases, giving him a small peck on the cheek, “I would love some help.” 

He runs to the bathroom, preps some warm washcloths for her, and tidies up the mess he made. He uses another one to wipe the remaining honey from her bosom. 

“Thank you, my darling,” she praises, as he lifts her into his lap. She fits so perfectly there, her heat against his groin, supple thighs straddling his. 

Carding her fingers through his hair, she presses her lips featherlight to his cheekbones before closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. 

“I am the luckiest woman in the world,” she whispers.

“And I’m an even luckier man,” Kento returns, to which she chuckles. 

"Hmmm," she hums, snuggling up closer. Kento runs his hand lazily through her hair, the feeling of her soft locks caressing each of his fingers an absolute joy.

"Let's go away," she mumbles with a smile, "To that beach we've always talked about. We can sift through the tide pools and read books in the sand."

Kento beams, eyelids shut in utter contentment.

"That would be lovely."

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

I am so excited for Skill of a Valkyrie Part 2!!! I requested it and have been watching it move up the list! I fell in love with the first part as soon as you posted it! I just love young Loki before all the self loathing. And he deserves all the love and happiness!! So I re read part one and then went on a binge through a lot (almost all) your stories and they all are still just as good the umptienth time I’ve read them… as they were the first time 💕. When I’m having I a bad day I come to your blog to feel better… So some of them I’ve read a lot. Ok sorry I’m done rambling. I really just meant to express my excitement! Hope all is well in your little growing world!!! 💕 🥰 💕

Oh you are so lovely kind anon 🥰 Thank you for your words of appreciation! I love that you enjoy reading and rereading my stories 😊

I am so excited to get back to the Skill of a Valkyrie storyline! It's a very different version of Loki, the young and mischievous prince - he's so much fun to write!

I'm already getting ahead of myself with the story for part 2, so it may be another somewhat lengthy part 😅 but in any case, here is a preview under the cut:

"How are you feeling, Loki? Is that shoulder troubling you at all?" you asked, gesturing toward the location of the former spear wound.

"Not one bit. You're truly a miracle worker, Valkyrie," he responded proudly, rolling his shoulder a couple of times as though to prove his point.

"Heed caution, Loki. Overconfidence is what got you into this mess in the first place."

"I'm not being overconfident." He took a few strides closer to you, that characteristic smirk overtaking his features. "If anything, I'm singing you praises. Don't let it go to your head, now, love."

"Come, now. You know I know better than that." Loki lifted his hands to cup your jaw on either side, tilting your face up toward himself as he leaned closer, your noses nearly touching. "Loki... you have duties to attend to," you warned half-heartedly, melting into his touch all the same.

"Mm, indeed I do." He closed the few inches of space remaining between you, capturing your lips with his. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his waist, hands coming to rest against the small of his back. He hummed in approval, one of his own hands falling from your neck to your waist so he could tug you impossibly closer. Gods, he was intoxicating. Your willpower to resist his charms and keep him on task crumbled so easily with the gentlest touch.

Regretfully, you pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "Loki, I'm serious! You must not shirk your duties as prince just to spend the afternoon kissing me."

"Why ever not?" He tilted his head slightly to steal another swift kiss. "Kissing you is far better than any council gathering. They shall barely notice my absence."

"No, no. I won't allow it." You leaned back slightly to evade his advances. With a guttural growl, Loki tightened his arm around your waist to pull you closer once again, his lips finding yours despite your protests. You couldn't help but laugh against his mouth. Cheekily, you slipped your hands from his back to his waist, pinching rapidly at his sides for just a moment.

"Mm-hm-hehey!" he spluttered, breaking apart from your lips as his hands shot down to capture yours.

"Attend your council meeting, or I'll tickle you senseless," you threatened with a smirk, digging your fingertips into his sides once for emphasis. His grip on your hands tightened in an effort to still your tickling fingers.

"This is entirely unfair, you know. Holding this over my head in such a way."

"I never said I was playing fair."

[a-master-procrastinator]

Song challenge

Tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad and @inventedbyawriter, thank you :)

RULES: Make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

I'm super weird when it comes to music (most of the songs I have are popular or super basic, I have more appreciation for soundtracks and classical), but let's see if I have enough to spell my url.

(while I was scrolling through songs I asked myself why my url doesn't have any W or B bc I have several cool songs with W and B)

Not tagging this time (again) bc I can't think of 21 people to tag (also bc I'm tired. 2 am is perfect time to post on tumblr you see), sorry.

A - Another One Bites The Dust (Queen)

M - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Fall Out Boy)

A - Africa (Toto)

S - Sonne (Rammstein)

T - Take Me To Church (Hozier)

E - Everybody's Fool (Evanescence) (even though it was used by the one who tagged me)

R - Rain (Grandson ft. Jessie Reyez)

P - Play The Game (Queen)

R - Rebirthing (Skilet)

O - Out of Hell (Skillet)

C - Carry On My Wayward Son (Kansas) (no, not just bc of Supernatural, it's a very nice song)

R - Rolling In The Deep (Adele)

A - Awake and Alive (Skillet)

S - Shots (Imagine Dragons)

T - The World Is Not Enough (Garbage)

I - In The Shadows (The Rasmus)

N - New Divide (Linkin Park)

A - Anchor (Skillet)

T - Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) (Sly and the Family Stone)

O - Oh No!!! (Grandson) (technically it's not on my playlist, but I ran out of songs starting with O, and this one I've at least listened to a couple of times)

R - Radioactive (Imagine Dragons)

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I also couldn't resist the temptation to spell url with other tracks, so I put all tracks from my player (aside from songs) in random order and got this:

A - Aliit Ory'shia Tal'din (Ludwig Göransson, Joseph Shirley, from Book of Boba Fett)

M - Masquerade Suite: Waltz (Aram Khachaturian) (oh, probably my favorite waltz so far)

A - A Thousand Tears (Ludwig Göransson, from The Mandalorian)

S - String Quartet no. 8 in C minor Op.110 (Dmitri Shostakovich)

T - That Slippery Little Hutt Of Mine (Jared Emerson-Johnson, from SWTOR)

E - Empire Arrival (Natalie Holt, from Obi-Wan Kenobi series)

R - Ratism (John Murphy, from The Suicide Squad)

P - Project Star Dust (Michael Giacchino, from Rogue One: A Star Wars Story)

R - Race You to the Surface (Kevin Kiner, from The Clone Wars)

O - Opening Title (David Arnold, from Good Omens)

C - Concerto for Violin, Strings and Harpsichord in E minor RV 278 - I. Allegro molto (Antonio Vivaldi)

R - Rey's Theme (John Williams, from Star Wars Episode 7: The Force Awakens)

A - Alderaan, the Throne (Lennie Moore, from SWTOR)

S - (The) Shepherd's Boy (Murray Gold, from Doctor Who)

T - Testing Allegiance (John Powell, from Solo: A Star Wars Story)

I - Iziz Cantina (Mark Griskey, from KOTOR 2: The Sith Lords)

N - Night on Bald Mountain (Modest Mussorgsky)

A - A Window to the Past (John Williams, from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)

T - Twin Moons (Kevin Kiner, from Star Wars: Rebels)

O - Obi-Wan (John Williams, from Obi-Wan Kenobi series)

R - (The) Rueful Fate of Donna Noble (Murray Gold, from Doctor Who)

[starkermeup]

Be a Good Boy for Mr. Stark

Peter shows Tony how appreciative he is of him.

Or what should of happened in the car ride home in Homecoming.

Cross-Posted on AO3

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Peter smiled warmly as Mr. Stark talked to him, trying hard to focus on his words, while also attempting to convince himself that this was really happening. His role model and idol The Tony Stark, thinks he's special and deserving of his attention, to be even a future avenger, it was still a lot to take in. But he was loving every minute of it.

"Are you listening kid?" Mr. Stark asks, frowning at the prospect of being ignored and it takes Peter right out of his stupor. He nods his head shyly and blushes when he looks into Tony's dark chocolate eyes. That was going to take some getting used to he decides. "Because I don't like repeating myself."

"Y-yes, Mr. Stark. I heard you loud and clear. I was just thinking about everything you're doing for me and I feel so lucky and thankful that you'd take a chance on me." Peter finishes rather lamely and looks down nervously as he fumbles with his phone.

Tony stares at him with a raised eyebrow and it is then that Peter realizes the limo had stopped moving. Mr. Stark smiles at him then, but in a way Peter had yet to witness prior. He suddenly leans over Peter and Peter's confused but hugs the man regardless. If Mr. Stark wanted to hug him, there was no way he would deny him.

Tony waves his hand dismissively at the window and the figure on the other side walks away. Peter shivers when he feels Mr. Stark's hot breath on his ear.

"There is one way you can show your gratitude for my kindness Peter." Tony says and Peter feels chills run up his body. "You want to show me how grateful you are?"

The teenager blushes harder and clutches his mentor's expensive jacket. Mr. Stark couldn't be serious could he? There's no way he's talking about...

Tony guides Peter's hand down from his shoulder, down his suit until he stops on something hard and Peter audibly gasps when he realizes it’s his mentor's cock. He was aroused and it was for Peter of all people. He felt dizzy with realization and something hotter as Mr. Stark rubbed Peter's hand over his own crotch.

"Well? What will it be Mr. Parker? Are you thankful? Are you going to be a good boy and show me how thankful you are?" Tony asks smoothly, like he's completely unaffected by the movements of Peter's hand. Peter wants to change that. He whimpers at the good boy comment, feeling himself get harder by the second.

"Y-yes Sir I want to. I w-wanna show you how much I appreciate you." Peter says and he's not sure what he wants or what Mr. Stark wants from him but he's more than onboard for whatever because Mr. Stark wants him.

Tony smiles against his neck and brushes a fleeting kiss there. "Good boy. Now get on your knees." Mr. Stark says the last part with an edge and Peter finds himself dropping to the flooring of the limo before he really knows what he's doing. "Take it out, show me how grateful you are Peter." Mr. Stark motioned towards his crotch and Peter's mouth goes dry as he carefully takes out his mentor's cock with shaky fingers. Before he knows it, Tony's cock comes into view, much thicker and longer than his own. Peter's breathe hitches at the sight and his mouth waters. Mr. Stark was huge. The girth of it alone was making Peter anxious with the fear of letting his mentor down. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Sir, I-I don't know what to do..." Peter hesitates. Instead of frowning like the teenager anticipated, Tony smiled at him again and reached out to ruffle the boy's hair.

"That's okay, I'll help you through it. Wrap your hand around the base and lick the tip." Mr. Stark says easy like he was explaining bio-tech and not teaching his mentee to give him head. Peter nodded and did as he was told, gapping at the way his hand couldn't fully wrap around the sheer girth of the cock. He leans down, shyly licking the head a few times feeling the taste of salt and pre-cum on his tongue. Tony hums pleased at his efforts but tugs on Peter's curls edging him further down his length. "Don't be shy, I wanna see just how appreciative you are." Mr. Stark says and Peter can read between the lines to what he means. "Breathe through your nose." The man above him adds.

Peter closed his eyes and sucked hard as he allows his mouth to take the whole head in his mouth. Mr. Stark groans at the sensation and Peter wanted to smile that he's getting The Tony Stark off. It motivates him to take the man deeper, feeling his jaw start to ache from the thick cock.

"Hmm, yeah that's so good, Peter. You really are such a good boy, aren’t you? Showing me how grateful you are, how much you want it. Such a good boy..." Tony praises him and it makes Peter moan around him. He wants to be Tony's good boy, wants to make him feel good.

He's nearly to the base when his gag reflex kicks in and he pulls off embarrassed, coughing a little.

"I-I'm sorry Sir. I-I don't think I can take it all in my mouth." He resisted the urge to add yet because Mr. Stark probably won't want him to show his appreciation again after this. His heart sinks at the thought. He couldn't have that. "Can I try again please?"

Mr. Stark stared at his mentee, hair disheveled, eyes blown and lips puffy. All this from a little dicksucking. Amazing. He pondered. "Of course baby." Tony said, petting Peter's already messy hair.

Peter's heart fluttered and his cock twitched at the word. Mr. Stark just called him baby. Baby of all things and Peter felt hot all over as he sucked his mentor back into his mouth. Peter closed his eyes again and rolled his tongue, going up and down on the cock, thinking of all the best porn he'd seen, trying to imitate what they did. It seems to be working as Tony's groaning nonstop with his hand securely in Peter's hair, not yanking but simply guiding the boy down.

"Fuck. You're doing so good baby. Keep it up, let me see your eyes. I want you to remember who you're thanking accordingly. Remember who this mouth belongs to from now on." Tony says, thrusting his hips up in time with Peter opening his eyes. Tony seeing Peter's big orbs widen as he gags on his cock. Tony groans at the sinfulness of the act in front of him.

Peter whines but doesn't pull off, instead focuses on breathing through his nose and rutting his hips against the floor desperate for some friction. As his mentor gently fucked his mouth, praising him, Peter couldn't believe his fate, his role model and crush since he was a kid wanting him like this. It was almost too much. Mr. Stark had said his mouth belongs to him now. Peter whimpers at the idea as he hollowed his cheeks. That would be nice he thinks, to be owned by Tony Stark. He wants it. Craves it even.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna bust my load in your mouth and you're gonna swallow every last drop. You're going to show me just how grateful you are." Tony utters and stares at Peter as he comes hard down the boy's throat.

Buried to the hilt of his mentor's cock, Peter had no choice but to gulp down the waves of warm cum the best he could, eyes not leaving his mentor. Despite the act they just committed, somehow staring at one another like this, felt like the most intimate thing they had done. Peter pulls off when he thinks he got it all and suddenly feeling very exposed.

"M-Mr. Stark..." Peter says and a small string of cum on his bottom lip, connected to the tip of the man's softening cock. He isn't sure where he's going with this. Although he isn't given a chance to finish because Tony groans as he grabs him up and planting the boy in his lap. Peter blushed at the sitting arrangement. Even though, Tony was soft now, he was still big and Peter could feel it on his thigh. It made him moan desperately. "Please, S-Sir I need to-" Tony hushes him with a finger to his lips.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you baby," The older man says and he looks even better up close like this, so handsome and god, did he smell good. Peter tried to close the small distance between their lips but Mr. Stark beats him to it, tugging Peter forward by the curls at the back of his head. Peter gaps, immediately clinging to Tony. He moaned as his mentor worked his mouth open, feeling like jelly in his embrace. His first kiss, going to Mr. Stark, he whines with realization, unintentionally grinding down, which made him whine more from the friction.

Peter must have got caught up in the rolling of their tongues because he doesn't even notice Mr. Stark's hand traveling down his back and around until he lets out a high pitch moan in the kiss. Tony presses hard on the teen's confined hard-on.

"Look at you, so hard just from cock sucking. You just aim to please, don't you Peter? Always being such a good boy...I think you deserve a reward." Tony says against the boy's mouth. He slides his hand into Peter's jeans and wraps it around his throbbing cock, Peter leans forward from the friction, resting his forehead against the older man's shoulder. Noises he can't contain slip out as Tony works his cock up and now.

"G-god, M-Mr. Stark I-I" Peter can't even finish his sentence, too focused on the heat of his mentor's hand on him. It felt incredible, another first taken by Mr. Stark and he was getting off on it. He couldn't help the way his hips move on their own, only moaning more when Tony lets him.

"That's it Peter. Fuck my fist like the needy little thing you are. I want you to cum like this. Good boys do as they're told so be a good boy and cum baby." Tony whispers into the boy's ear, jerking him faster.

Peter isn't sure exactly what takes him overboard, he'd bet it was the 'good boy' or 'baby' comment. Either way, Peter was coming and whining as Tony worked his cock completely, milking it of every drop until he was soft and sensitive. Peter collapsed on top of his mentor, completed sedated, trying to catch his breath as the latter pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket.

"Hm, you made a mess of my suit jacket." Tony clicked his tongue and Peter blushes with embarrassment.

"I-I I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to. It just felt so g-good..." Peter says and he's staring down at the man's chest. Tony tips his head up, so they're eye level and presses a kiss against the boy's lips. He pulls away shortly afterwards (much to Peter's disappointment) and smirks at him.

"Since you were getting your reward, it's alright this time but-" Mr. Stark stops as he holds Peter's jaw in place, looking at him with dark orbs. "If you do it again, I'm gonna make you clean it up with your tongue, understand? Good boys don't make messes."

"Y-yes Mr. Stark, I'll be more careful next time." Peter says, still floating from the best orgasm he ever had. Again. Mr. Stark wanted to do it again with him and that was definitely something Peter could get behind.

"I know you will," Mr. Stark says accordingly and puts himself back into his slacks, Peter can't help but watch, still in disbelief the cock was just in his mouth. "You're a good boy."

[donutloverxo]

My moon and stars

**not my gif**

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Note - this is for @our-marvel-universe's birthday! I'm so sorry I'm late and that I'm bad at summaries.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Date posted - 26-08-20/Wed

Summary - Steve swoops in and saves your birthday with some stargazing and confessions.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 1386

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You groaned as another person bumped into you, spilling a good amount of their drink on you. They didn't even bother apologizing, probably thinking that you're just a nobody, even though this was your party.

You had never had a huge birthday bash before or tons of presents, you were so naively excited when Tony told you he was throwing you one and inviting the whole city. You felt for some reason, they're here because they care for you or the super hero work you do everyday.

You couldn't be more wrong. Most of them didn't even know you. Your own family and friends, other than the Avengers had failed to show up. Now you could only look at the crowd of people and shake your head in disappointed.

Resisting the urge to punch Tony in his stupid face when he so smugly asked, 'You like the party?'

You would've, despite everything, but he wasn't here. He was gone on some stupid mission. Not that you cared that much. He wasn't yours, he didn't need to wish you a happy birthday or attend your party. You still couldn't help but hold out hope that you'd both stop dancing around each other.

No longer interested in the party where even the people you knew were completely drunk you made your way over to your favorite part of the compound.

You held on to your jacket a little tighter as you shivered, the wind messing up your fancy hairstyle. You looked up at the sky to see so many twinkling stars and beautiful colors, something you don't get in cities. You wouldn't trade this view for anything.

You instantly became alert when you heard someone stand behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see the man of your dreams, your captain, someone you had a hopeless schoolgirl crush on.

"Hey." Was all he said giving you a pathetic wave as you huffed.

Folding your hands over your chest you asked "Where were you? You didn't even tell me you were leaving. Not - not that I'd care why would I?" You stammered as you feared you had just accidentally revealed your deepest secret. "You're not that important Steve!" You yelled in an effort to backtrack.

He furrowed his brows before giving you a stupidly handsome smile, "I'm so sorry doll. But I'm here now. Tell me how I can make it up to you."

"Whatever. It doesn't matter." You said dejectedly as you turned around to lean against the railing and continue your stargazing.

"I just knew you'd be here when I didn't see you at the party.” He mumbled under his breath as he stood next to you. You could see him staring at you through your peripheral vision. “What’s wrong kid?”

You winced at the nickname. That’s what he thought of you, that’s all you’ll ever be to him. A Kid. Over the months, you had tried your best to act like an adult, taking some tips from Maria and Nat, to be cool and non-chalant, you doubted he’ll ever change his mind and think of you as a woman or a possible romantic partner.

You shook your head which only made him probe further. “Doll. You’re sulking on your own birthday. You can talk to me.” He assured you putting his hand over yours.

The warmth of his palms and his finger drawing patterns on the back of your hand felt so familiar and comfortable. You tried looked for his sparkly blue eyes best you could in the dark, his pupils blown wide.

“I used to think... I know this is childish but I thought - I don’t know people appreciated me putting my life on the line everyday. And that’s not why I do it obviously.” You had to clarify. You could pretend to hate him but you never wanted him to have a low opinion of you. “It’s just sad that no one sees the work that I do while you’re all so well known and beloved. It’s sucks to be a female avenger I guess” You shrugged.

He gave you an understanding smile and walked a step closer to you as you tried to calm your heartbeat. “I understand. It’s not childish. You deserve to be appreciated. And I can think of at least a couple hundred people who’re thankful to you. All the lives you’ve saved. You make the world a better place.”

“I don’t know how true that is.”

“Well you make my world better just by being here.” He argued.

“Steve,” You shook your head, “You can’t just say things like that! I’m not – it gives me false hope.”

“False hope?” He repeated cocking his head to the side. “I only ever speak the truth sweetheart. In fact I think it’s time for your gift.” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

You frowned as you tried to read the paper in the low lightening. “Oh... Steve.. you named a star after me?” You looked up at him to see him sheepishly scratch his neck. “That’s so romantic.” You sighed dreamily holding the document close to you.

“I asked around and Bruce told me I could do that. I could even get you a piece of moon but this felt more appropriate. I know how much you love stars.”

He rambled on about the whole process and how his assistant helped him, hoping you wouldn’t see notice how red he was. His gift wasn’t completely selfless. He had an objective, to make you his forever and ever. But he was too scared to ruin the relationship you two did have and lose a precious friend.

Bucky’s words echoed in his head ‘Real men can admit their feelings.’

He cleared his throat “I was hoping –“ he was cut off by your cool lips pressing against his, stealing his breath away. His hands naturally went to your waist to pull you closer to him, his taut body craving the warmth of your soft one.

You pulled away after a beat and blinked up at him. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I thought...”

“No no I liked it. In fact I was hoping to do that.” His fingers traced the outline of your lips.

“Good.” You nodded not sure of what to say next. But it felt better to just not say anything at all and look back up at the beautiful sky in comfortable silence.

Until the whole team decided to ambush you from, you heard Clint and a drunk Tony sneaking up on you, they really weren’t as sneaky as they thought but you still humored them by acting surprised.

“What the hell girrrl? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. But then I was like we can just ask FRIDAY! So we did.” Tony grinned proudly as his words slurred.

You took the beer bottle away from him “Yeah I’m going to cut you off now.”

“What were you doing here though?” Clint asked and you said something about needing air.

Steve couldn’t help but stare at you as you talked to the rest of the team. Feeling a bit of jealousy and even frustration that they all had to interrupt the precious moment you both shared.

“Did you do it punk?” Bucky asked slapping a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Uh yeah. I mean I didn’t – she did.” He replied lowly so no one else could find out just yet.

“Of course she did.” Steve frowned as his oldest friend clutched his stomach, laughing loudly at him. “After all these years you still haven’t changed.” He shook his head and all Steve could do was smile. “I’m happy for you.” He said and meant it, so proud of his friend.

When Steve was finally able to get you alone, glad that your mood had gotten considerably better, you even seemed to be a bit buzzed from the booze.

“You were right Steve.” You said holding onto his arm treating him like your own personal heater as the night got cooler. “Everyone who matters to me does appreciate me. Especially you.” You leaned up on your tippy toes to peck his lips before scurrying off to tell everyone about the star named after you.

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Green-eyed jealousy

Happy birthday Virgil! I love and appreciate you. So I decided to get this posted today! Have a good one! Oh and everyone who might read this: enjoy!

Also IMPORTANT! What do you think the fandom would name Virgil's Vine character? Like how we named Remy? I need to know!

Part 1: Something there

Part 2: The Prince's enemy

“A bit on jealousy would be good,” Virgil muttered in agreement as he looked through the fridge for a snack. It was late. Janus, Logan and Patton were asleep. And if Remus wasn’t sleeping, then he’d be in his part of the imagination. So Virgil felt safe being himself in the commons.

It’d been a month since the introduction of his character, and Princey had decided it was time for an encore.

When they made a vine starring the Prince and Valerie as a fair maiden earlier that week they discovered that amongst the lovely notes were careful pleas to bring the nemesis back.

“What kind of Jealous though?” Virgil wondered as he spotted some leftover pizza.

“What do you mean?” Roman asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter next to him.

“Well is it, ‘Are you cheating on me?’ Jealously, or ‘Hands of he’s mine!’ jealousy?” Virgil clarified as he got up and showed Roman the pizza, silently asking if he wanted some.

Roman nodded as he thought about the question.

“Well, I love the drama in the first scenario. But there is something protective about the latter that is just hard to resist,” he mused.

Virgil nodded thoughtfully as he reheated the pizza.

“Well, we could try out both. See what works?” he suggested.

Roman smiled. Anxiety had a hard time suggesting activities to do together, but he tried anyway.

“Excellent idea!” he exclaimed, not missing the small smile on Anxiety’s lips.

The pizza was set on the table and both sides took a slice. They brainstormed ideas and in the end they had a few scenario’s they wanted to try out.

“So I have a different villain at my mercy when you come in,” Roman sets the scene.

Virgil nodded and took a deep breath, getting into character. The previous scene he’d played the ‘am I not enough?’ angle. This time, Roman wanted to go more for betrayal.

“What the frick do you think you are doing?” he demanded as he charged at the prince.

Roman looked up shocked before being yanked by the sash.

Virgil looked down at the floor where the villain was supposed to be. “Stay out of this!”

Then he looked back at Roman. “Are my feelings a joke to you?” he demanded.

“I…” Roman started, almost actually afraid of Anxiety. But he’d seen him tear up during Lillo and Stitch only days ago, and remembering that helped keeping him grounded.

Roman got a lot more respect for Virgil and Virgil for Roman. They agreed to never let it get that bad again though.

“What is going on here?!”

Virgil let go of Roman and jumped back at once. It was no longer safe in the kitchen. He was caught. This was it. The end for him. Either they'd all find out now or they would ban him from the upper conscious forever cause they believed he really was going to harm Roman.

Roman, knowing that Anxiety was probably panicking and that he couldn't address that right now, turned around to face their company surprised. It was Patton and he looked rather frightened.

Roman smiled brilliantly at the fatherly side, stepping forward and to the side to shield his friend, giving him the chance to gather his bearings before having to face Patton directly.

“Padre! What brings you down here at…” He glanced at the clock. “Two in the morning?” he asked.

Patton looked him up and down confused. “I heard shouting and came to see what was going on… Are you two alright? What were you doing?” Patton asked worriedly.

Roman chuckled, a little nervously. He wasn’t sure what he could tell Patton without breaking his promise to Anxiety. The scene Patton walked in on must’ve looked quite worrisome. How to convince him that it was all in good fun?

“Princey wanted to pitch some ideas, and since I was already up, I was the lucky guy who got to listen to his rant. We were trying some stuff out,” Virgil drawled tiredly as he stepped around Roman, his guard back in place.

Roman relaxed, relieved Anxiety had taken charge. Then he turned to him with a haughty/teasing expression, crossing his arms and cocking his brow. “Oh, please! You liked it! Don’t even try to deny it,” he scoffed.

Anxiety rolled his eyes. “Whatever. This won’t work for a vine anyway. It’s too much trouble to have the Prince and the Nemesis interact like that. It’ll be too much work, he’ll get tired of it before we get past the planning stage,” he pointed out. “I’m going to bed,” he announced.

Roman was slightly disappointed. They always had to cut their bonding time short because of stuff like this.

“Okay, goodnight kiddo,” Patton smiled tentatively.

“Night,” Anxiety huffed before disappearing up the stairs.

Roman stretched. “Well, I should get some sleep as well,” he allowed before setting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“How did you get him to do that?” Patton wondered. Roman shot up confused.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Talk with you. He doesn’t… you two don’t like each other. Right?” Patton was playing with the hem of his pj’s nervously not quite meeting Roman’s eyes.

Roman just chuckled carelessly as he explained himself, though he skipped around addressing his and Anxiety's less than friendly past dynamic. “Well, you know me. Once I get something in my head…” he shrugged. “He must’ve realized resistance was futile. And the chance to threaten me without any consequences must’ve been inviting.” He patted Patton on the shoulder in passing.

“Sorry for waking you up padre. It won’t happen again.” And Roman meant it. He just had an excellent idea.

Virgil had just settled back into his bed when there was a quick, light knock on his door.

Patton probably wanted to berate him. He probably didn’t believe he’d done nothing wrong and was going to tell him off for whatever he thought he had been doing to Princey.

Well, better get it over with. Waiting would only make it worse.

Virgil got up and opened the door, only to find Roman rushing past him.

“Wha… Princey!” he whisper yelled as he closed the door. “You know you can’t be in here!”

Two weeks ago, Roman had had the splendid idea to spent as long as he could in Virgil’s room to understand him better. Of course the cautious side hadn’t been a fan of the idea but Roman was adamant and had made the excellent point that as long as Virgil was in the room with him, he could kick him out whenever necessary.

“I won't be long, forlorn  ranger,” Roman assured him grandly, smiling from ear to ear his eyes sparkling. It made Virgil hold off on kicking him out. This was unstained, genuine excitement. By now Virgil knew Roman’s tells and right now he wasn't showing any. And anything that got Roman like this was worth at least listening to.

“Spare me your excuses, sir underarm stink! I’ll show you what a real villain is!” he growled as he raised his hand as if readying a spell.

Roman made a flourish with his hand and showed Virgil an elegant silver key.

Oops the story you seek is in another post. Find part 2 here

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