#spicy short preview

[loveandleases]

🌶️ sneak peek for next week.

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, masterbation, send nudes, quick mention of breeding

Sequel to: Think of Me When You Cum Later

Almost an entire day passed without a word from you. Smug as he could fucking be, Simon was certain that it had everything to do with his little impromptu video he sent keeping your hands far to busy to type and God did that fuel him with a new secret passion; perhaps he’d have to send you another before he got back, just to be sure that you were a complete goddamn mess for him when you came to pick him up from base.

If he was really lucky and did his job right you’d have to pull over on the ride home just so he could fuck your brains out in the back seat of your car, so needy you wouldn’t be able to wait the short ride back to his place. You’d both have those window panes fogged up real fucking quick.

But there was one thing the self-assured military man forgot about and that was that you were never one to let him go empty handed. The moment Simon had sent his bit of personal porn for your enjoyment, he should have known that you would not want him to miss out on something special for himself; he needed to see with his own two eyes just how much you needed him. And since he had only made that ache worse for you, he had to have a bit of it back.

It was only fair after all.

So eventually once you were able to clear your head and calm your raging heartbeat, you got to work plotting. It had to be a cinematic masterpiece, something so good that he would definitely have to save for private viewings over and over again whenever he was away; you never did anything half-assed and since it was for him it had to be perfect.

The day had been uneventful and that gave ample time for Simon’s devious mind to wander back to you, wondering how many times you’d viewed that spicy clip and how absolutely soaked your panties were from it. Something about the silence from his phone only led him to fantasize about you being nothing more than a puddle in the middle of his bed, legs shaking from how many times you’d cum.

God, to be a fly on the wall he would have given anything.

BZZ…BZZ…

As if prompted by his thoughts alone, his phone buzzed to life as he sat in his bunk wiling away the hours until sleep finally decided to take over. He pulled small rectangle out of his bag that lay beside his bed with a cocky grin plastered to his lips, ready to read the long string of texts about how his distraction was more than satisfactory. The older phone that Simon liked to take into the field didn’t allow him to preview messages before he opened them, so he had no idea what awaited inside until he clicked the icon; his jaw nearly hit the floor and he had to immediately look around him to make sure that there was no one skulking about that could possibly catch a glimpse of his screen.

This was for him and him alone.

It was a picture… not what he was expecting, but he should have known better after his little stunt that you were bound to do something like this. The message directly underneath it read: “Shit, baby, I can’t seem to stop watching your video. Look what you’re doing to me.”

Nearly choking on his saliva, his heart stopped and forcefully restarted in his chest at the glory of image before his eyes. Goddamn he could not pull his sight away; you had to have gone to a lot of trouble to set this all up, but fuck was it worth it just so that he could see you like this.

There you were spread eagle across his bed, completely naked save for the singular hair tie dangling from your wrist that had become a staple of your everyday attire. Your hand was precisely placed between your thighs, fingers clearly buried in that juicy cunt of yours. Head fallen back, presumably eyes shut tight, tits up with your nipples hard, goddamn you were the prettiest fucking picture he had ever fucking seen.

He was falling head over heels all over again.

The pressure of his cock straining harshly against the zipper of his pants became incredibly painful all of a sudden and he rushed to undo the restraining fabric in a hurry; such a visceral effect that you always seemed to produce in him no matter how many times he saw you bare. Pulling the waistband open he lay there with nothing but his boxers to keep him covered.

It had been a long minute since your body was available for his viewing pleasure and he sucked every last drop of that photo down, transfixed as if he had been put under hypnosis. Eyes scanning every inch of that tiny picture glaring back at him through the darkness, the ache in his chest grew as did the heat so that even though his shirt was off he was still boiling to the touch; fuck he needed you so bad it was agony. There was no lie when Simon had said he was desperate to make you cum, he would give anything to feel you writhe beneath him right now, body burning as he put all his focus into making you slip over the edge as many times as humanly possibly.

Whatever he had to do, whatever sin he had to commit that would get him to you fast enough, he would in an instant just to ride straight to hell between those luscious thighs.

Satisfying your temptation was worth the damnation.

How much time had passed since he become consumed by your image he didn’t know, but now there was something on his phone that was beginning to download. His heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears as he waited on baited breath, barely moving a muscle in anticipation for whatever it was you had sent him. Auburn eyes were boring holes into his phone as he watched that slow fucking progress bar inch its way forward at a turtles pace; Christ, it was going to make him drop dead from the excited expectation of what was to come once it was done.

BZZ... BZZ…

Finally, after what felt like a fucking eternity, the damned thing was finished and ready for him. A video was what waited for his viewing pleasure, slightly longer than the one he had sent the night before. With shaky, unsteady hands Simon dived head first for his headphones in his bag without a second thought, nearly ripping the canvas apart trying to pry them out as fast as his hands would allow. Shoving the buds into his ears as his pulse raced through his veins, he pushed play...

And his blood pressure shot through the goddamn roof.

“Ahh, Simon…” your breathy moan hit his ears first and his brain flat-lined as he nearly came just from just the sound of your sweet tone calling out his name. How long had it been since he had heard you mewling his name in the throws of passion? So damn long it should have been a crime.

The way you had the camera set up he could see it all, the perfect goddamn angle as if he were sitting in the room with you, watching as you touched yourself. Why the ever loving fuck could he not reach through the screen and get to you? That was the worst part of it all; he desperately needed to be the one to make you produce all those pretty sounds.

“Fuck, Simon, I miss you so much,” you continued, your body jerking as your fingers continued to dance around your clit, your toes curling around the sheets. “I’ve been so empty it hurts… need you to fill me full again baby. Reach that ache deep inside that I can’t seem to get. It’s only getting worse without you.”

Simon’s cock throbbed forcefully, pressing harshly against his lower abdomen as the video continued to play; it felt as if he might burst just from the sudden rush of blood to that beastly appendage. Swallowing down a stray groan that threatened to escape his lips and give him away, he nearly gagged on it just to keep it down, but fuck did he want to let loose. He was being consumed by his desire: skin on fire, eyes transfixed on your gorgeous rocking form, mouth agape as he breathed heavy, he took a hold of his engorged member and pulled it free from his boxers before he began to stroke the length; there was no way he could sit here and watch you like this without touching himself.

Back on the screen, your legs were jerking sporadically as you pictured Simon there with you, pumping in and out of you with all that he had. “Need your fat fucking cock to stretch me out good,” you whimpered pathetically, using all that pent up frustration to aid in your performance; it was torment. “Oh God baby, I need it so bad…can’t take it.”

Fuck it hurt to hear your need and not be able to do a damned thing about it right then and there. He swore to himself that by the time he finally got his hand around those curves he was gonna fill you so full that your pussy wouldn't know what to do without him inside you.

Simon hissed under his breath as his grip tightened around his dripping, aching cock, rapid strokes gaining speed so as to perfectly match your rhythm just so that he could trick his brain into imagining himself pumping in and out of your tight, wet cunt. It paled in comparison to the real thing because there was no replicating how you felt wrapped around him, but it would do for now. Together you both worked yourselves on opposite sides of the screen, just trying your hardest to ease the torturous longing.…as if fucking each other across the space between you.

You were completely losing yourself in the moment, unable to hold back all those needs that had been put aside as he was gone. The image of Simon touching himself to the thought of you, his words sounding so desperate, played over in your mind as you worked yourself and you could not stop the way it made you feel, the yearning need for him to completely and utterly wreck your body to the point that even the idea of being with anyone else would never be able to come close to what he could give.

“Shit Simon, I want…

I want…" you had to say it, it was gonna come out anyway…

"I want you to breed me,” you said stammered out the plea as your free hand massaged over your breasts. That warmth was building, rising in the pit of your stomach as you said those forbidden words aloud. “I need you to breed me good Simon, make sure I’m ruined for anyone else. Oh God, please, baby. I need it, I need you.”

Christ that was his fucking kryptonite, his Achilles heel, the one thing is the whole wide world that could stop him dead in his tracks and bring him to his proverbial knees. The minute those delicious words exited your mouth, there was no stopping his ecstasy from overwhelming him to the point that he could he was gone.

Oh he was gonna make sure that sweet little cunt had his name written all fucking over it.

Nope that was it, what little straggling bit of sanity he had left had flown and he could not hold back the pressure any longer from reaching its peak and violently throwing him off the ledge. With a strenuous grunt that echoed in his chest and a few hard tuggs up and down his shaft he came with such force that his body shook his entire cot as he stroked out every last bit of milky white fluid from the tip. His cum coating his lower abdomen, getting caught in the sparse bit of hair the covered the area was making a mess, but he didn’t care; the euphoria currently surging through his veins like electricity clouded any negative thoughts.

The sound of your orgasm your mewls as your rocketed through you played into his ears, the perfect soundtrack to finish out the rest of his own pleasure. You fell back against the mattress, chest heaving with exhausted breaths as your legs shook and relaxed stretched out as the video finished.

Fuck, he was gonna need a cigarette after that, his body still vibrating with the sheer intensity of it all.

BZZ…BZZ…

The phone vibrated one last time, a final text to send him off into the night.

“I hope it was just as good for you as it was for me,” it said, followed by a sneaky winky face. “Sleep tight.”

If he thought he was missing you before, but that was nothing compared to now. It was overwhelming the need he had to have you making those sounds for him again. You had better be ready to getting the car cleaned and detailed because there was no way you weren’t going to be pinned down in the back seat after that one…because you had just made that ache so much worse.

Part 3:

[the-moons-tears]

Scaramouche x reader (Spiderman au)

GUYS GUYS SPIDER-MAN SCARA BRAINROT EIFJEJDCKKEFM gods i CANT

Hot emo spider boy grrr

Not very spicy (a bit at the end) this is pretty much just a plot that I enjoyed writing about

Preview:

"all you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind."

Blues, greens, whites, and reds zoomed by the eye coverings on your mask. Noises from the city and its traffic flared up in your ears and ended as soon as they came. The sharp wind whipping your hair around, and the feeling of your suit moving with your body made you feel alive.

Your hands moved methodically in a pull up, release, and shoot cycle. The strong webbing that was naturally formed in your body shot out through a tiny slit in your wrist, and the cut in your suit fabric made it easy to shoot out of.

The ground seemed so far away every time you launched yourself up into the night air, but became almost touchable when you let gravity take you back down. Your lungs took in large amounts of air and released heavily through the mask fabric.

When you arrived at a certain large skyscraper, you began your ascent. The webbing that flew out hit the glass panels which you used to propel you upwards. The noises from the city below grew quieter as you neared the top roof with the internet tower sitting in the middle.

Your hand grasped the edge of the building and used your upward force to swing over the ledge onto the roof surface. Standing upright, the wind hit you and blew your hair away from your face showing you the view that you never got tired of. The city looked so small from there. Leaning over where you just came from, this was definitely the tallest building in your city.

Planes overhead made their presence known by the blinking lights that were flashing from their bodies. Above them lay the stars, although you couldn't see them because of the light pollution. The silence, even though so many things were happening, was always strange. It just showed how high up you were. The wind was your only company with its occasional howl coming from any direction.

Although, your solitude didn't last long. A cold sensation ran down your spine and an instinctual alert inside your mind told you something was coming. A figure, black as the night above came so fast at you, you didn't have time to react.

In a tangle of arms and at the speed of the impact, you and the figure crashed into the part of the roof that led to stairs to the floors below. A loud grunt came from the figure beside you when their head hit the wall.

Your own body had slammed into the stone pretty hard. Obviously it was much worse for you since the impact sent you into the wall first. A strangled gasp for air escaped your lungs after it had been knocked out and you fell to your side with your vision spinning. Rough hands turned you over, ripped off your mask from your face, and grabbed you over your mouth. The other hand held your shoulder to the ground.

Above you, the figure, who you figured was a male, was breathing hard. The hand over your mouth gripped hard, and your attempts to speak failed. In your panic, you shot webbing onto his face with your free hand and kicked him back once you got a leg up from underneath him.

Immediately once you had enough free space, you made a dash for the edge so you could jump off. Alarms went off in your mind again, making you duck in time to see a web shooting overhead at what would have been your neck. The next one, however, you couldn't dodge in time.

White webbing caught your ribs and pulled you to the man again. Before you could blink, you were wrapped in web that was holding you in all directions. You couldn't move, and your mask that protected your identity lay away from you on the ground. When you finally were still, you could see clearly who he was.

Short violet hair moved in the wind revealing a black mask with purple and blue iridescent web looking designs interlacing it. The body suit also had the same design. The person's mask ended at their hairline, letting the bangs that were there fall over it. Everyone had seen him, he was quite famous although no one knew his real identity. The savior of teyvat city, spiderman.

He ran a hand through his hair rubbing the spot that hit the wall and let out a long sigh. "I really wanted an easy night tonight..." the man ran his hands down his face and walked toward you. Without gentleness, he grabbed you face again and tilted it how he pleased.

"What the hell-do you always treat people this way?"

"Well most people I come across that have any sort of power aren't exactly wishing the city a merry Christmas."

Fair. From what you had seen, every time he made an appearance was when a supernatural threat was in the city, like that one battle with a giant lizard you saw on YouTube. You'd seen what he was capable of, and that he probably didn't have any intention other than protecting the city, so you decided to be compliant.

For a bit, he was silent. He brought a hand up that had your webbing that was on his face on it, and his silver eyes on his mask narrowed.

"I watched you swing up here from a distance before attacking you. You shot this from your wrist."

"Yeah, I'm guessing you want a backstory?"

"Normally I wouldn't care, but your web is the same make as mine. It's not coincidental." He then waved his hand for you to speak.

You simplified the story as needed in your head, and begin to tell about your spider experience.

...

You were in college enjoying your student life when it happened. With your university being so close to ILDOTTORE Inc., a lot of students came to study in the sciences, you being one of them.

In one of your leisurely afternoons at the campus park, you were sitting on a bench just looking at the wind blow through the trees when you felt a sharp pain on your hand. The pain continued to spike when you pulled your hand up and shook it. Looking at your palm, sitting there was an iridescent spider that had its fangs lodged in your skin.

It looked abnormal for sure. Its eyes were bigger and it's legs were longer. A strange symbol was marked on its back, almost like an experimental number you would put on test subjects. Without a thought you immediately slapped the spider.

When it didn't come off the first hit, you took off your shoe and pressed it to your hand, not caring about the dirt because the bite hurt. When you got the spider off your hand, you relaxed thinking you'd definitely killed it.

Feeling something moving on your thigh, you looked down and jumped from your sitting position with your hand swatting at your thigh. The spider, with one less leg now, was crawling up your leg until you swat it off.

"Oh hell no, die hoe." You took the shoe that was still off and put it quickly back on your foot. As the spider was speeding away, you chased it a couple of steps from the bench and stomped on it like you'd never put your foot on the ground before. After twisting your foot back and forth on the spider, you took your shoe off an examined if it was really dead.

It twitched only once even though it was completely crushed, but that was enough to smush it again until you were only looking at a black smudge on the concrete path.

Ever since that day, you had to stay in your apartment with a sick excuse because of the changes your body was undergoing. The pain was blaring. Your hands would stick to things randomly, and your vision would shift from regular to being able to see through walls. You felt feather light, could move faster, and jump higher.

The strangest parts were the fact that you could shoot webbing from openings in your wrists, and that you would get a strange feeling when something was about to happen. Your reaction time had heightened and your body molded itself into being fitter.

After days of change and determining that the spider gave you those powers, you found ways to control your new abilities. You even made yourself a suit from your webbing. After school days, you would practice in a remote alleyway what all you could do. Swinging around and climbing walls wasn't as hard as you thought. Watching videos of Spider-Man's fights also gave you some tips on how to move well. You were around one month into your new experience before this incident.

...

"So that's where it went...And you made sure 100% that you killed the spider?"

"The only thing left was a blot on the ground. Pretty sure it's dead."

"Great. My two problems have been cut to one."

You wondered if the problem he was referring to was you and the spider. You were correct.

"So can you let me out now?" You wiggled the only movable thing your body, which was your hands. Spider-Man laughed sarcastically and stepped backwards to sit onto the edge of the building. The wind picked up swaying his hair, and his eye pieces on his mask moved in a gleeful expression that you knew had a teasing glint in them.

"Nah, you can get out yourself. You're the same as me right?"

The same? You huffed and looked around you spotting the places his web connected to other structures that held you in place. Angling your hands in the direction of the connection, you shot a web and held on to the end. Your web connected to the place his was stuck on and you pulled with your hand as far away as you could.

His web snapped off, letting one arm loose. From there you broke yourself free from all the webbing. Walking with your back turned to him, you picked your mask up off the ground, moved your hair out of your face, and put it back on.

Suddenly, you felt a web come in contact with your back. Turning around, you saw that spiderman wasn't there anymore. A long web was quickly sliding down off the edge, and you noticed too late that the web was connected to you.

With a scream, you were yanked forward and launched off the building. Looking down, you spotted Spider-Man diving down with the web that held you in one of his hands. When his fall had reached around half of the buildings height, we shot a web from his free hand and began a swing.

"You better shoot a web, I'm gonna let go!" Although most of his words got lost in the wind, you got the message. As soon as you shot a string, the web on your back became loose. You quickly yanked it off your back and swung with your other hand to catch up to him.

You synced up your swing timing to match his, but as soon as you did he changed direction. you caught up to him stopping on a building top where he hung off the side waiting for you.

"You're slow." Indigo hair blew in the wind and his head tilted. His arm hung out in the wind beside him while he held onto the edge with his other.

"Well maybe I would have caught up faster if someone didn't pull me off the tallest building in the city. Secondly, I'm still knew to this whole thing." You landed a bit below him with a web holding you to the building. The man above you laughed and spoke in a haughty tone,

"all you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind." His hand left the edge letting gravity take him. Diving after him, you followed him through narrow alleyways and under highways. It was hard to see him because his suit was so dark, but the iridescent colors on his chest guided you.

You didn't know why you were following him, or better yet why he was indirectly telling you to. Chasing him around in sporadic movements soon became easier. It almost felt like he was training you.

At one point, he disappeared from your vision. Coming to a stop in a dark street where no cars were coming, you looked around. A sharp zing went off in your head, making you turn around in time to see a web come in contact with your face. The mask attached came off and your hand shot up to cover your face.

"Hey! You don't know who's around here, and there may be cameras in this area!" You yelled out in the direction the web came from with your hands over your whole face.

"If you can't block a simple thing like that, and by the way that wasn't even an attack, you're not going to survive fights or the media." A sultry voice spoke near your left ear.

You turned pretending to not be surprised by his sudden closeness. "What are you even talking about-"

"You think you can go back to normal society with these powers? You're already all over the media from swinging around tonight with me."

Spider-Man shoved your mask on your hands that cover yourself and you quickly put the mask back on. When you remove your hands, the first thing you see is a phone screen reading,

Another spider joins Spider-Man? Two swinging figures seen around teyvat city tonight, watch the video footage!

With narrowed 'I'm-not-having-it' eyes, you looked at him behind the phone, "you did this on purpose didn't you."

"The point is, you're now obligated to protecting the city whether you want to or not. It would be better if I trained you so you don't end up wasting your abilities by dying early."

My gods. Everything was happening so fast. Your hand came up to rub your temple through the mask because of the headache that rose.

Your hands went out in a calm down motion. "Ok ok give me a minute. I'm in college and I do have a lot of time, but how am I going to balance these two things? And how on earth are we going to meet up, to quote you, train?"

"Well I make it work with my classes. We can set a schedule for you to meet me at the building we first came in contact."

You mean the place you nearly busted my head open you thought to yourself before you caught an important detail in his words.

"You're in college?" You pause and look at Spider-Man who has his arms crossed. Silence before he spoke,

"No-"

"Oh wow you're younger than everyone thinks. I thought you were like 30 or something."

"Do I sound anything like thirty?" He said aggravated as he shot another web in your face making you take a couple steps back and struggle to get it off.

From that spot, you both worked out a plan to meet up three times a week on the tallest building roof. The first few weeks were rough, and they made you realize how tasking his job was. His training was rigorous, but you caught on fairly well. There were a couple times you went to grab his mask in hand to hand combat, only for you to fail and for him to flick your forehead. You tried making conversation, to which he didn't necessarily ignore you, but he kept his answers short and vague.

"So what major are you in since you won't answer which college you're at?" You poked his shoulder from where you were both sitting on the edge of the building.

"I'm an art student..."

"Actually?" You leaned forward and peered into the eyes on his mask. He nodded and went on staring out at the city. "What kind of medium do you like to use?"

"Charcoal most of the time. Occasional graphite or spray paint."

"I'll have to see some of your work sometime when we're not training. I really enjoy art."

"hmm..."

Over the next few times you two met, Spider-Man would let himself be more carefree with you in your now frequent conversations after training on top of the building. On one of your more tiring training sessions, a thought came into your head. This is merely training, what about real fights. Getting beaten and bruised with the media filming all of it. Was it ever lonely or stressful all by himself?

When you both sat down on the edge, you asked the question.

"It is lonely, being the only one in this position? Saving the city all by yourself?"

"It...was lonely, but now I'm too preoccupied dealing with your annoying ass to be like that."

"Aww, did my 'annoying ass' fill the void in your heart?" You exaggerated the last bit and poked his shoulder.

"Pshh." He pushed your poking hand off of him and tried to shoot a web at you again, but you dodged it. When his hand shot the web, you took the opportunity to try to grab his mask again. It had honestly become a thing to tease him with.

This time however, was different. He just seemed to sit there and let your hand wrap around the edges of his mask, taking it off and exposing his face. His hair whipped around in the wind, the violet bangs brushing his forehead. Long eyelashes and eyes that blinked slowly, almost teasingly so. His irises, like the color on his suit, but with depth and a color you could only describe as mesmerizing. Skin soft and a rosy pair of lips that parted slightly as you took the mask away. You almost reached out to touch him.

"Your eye pieces are wide open, what's the matter~?" His hand extends a bit and closes your slightly open mouth. He doesn't even bother to take the mask back from you, and instead just leans back on the ledge and throws his head back. Adam's apple moving as he swallows slightly.

"Uh-" you cleared your throat and tried looking at him again to speak, but when you did his eyes were locked with yours making your lungs close up.

"Scaramouche."

His voice brought you back. "What? Like Bohemian rhapso-"

"My name dumbass. You can use that instead of Spider-Man. Of course, not in public..."

You took off your own mask and set it beside his that now lay between you both. The wind felt good on your face, you hadn't taken it off in a while up there. There was a silence that hung from that point. You both rested there in your seated positions, and scaramouche could have sworn he heard you try out his name on your tongue.

...

The next month was peaceful. Winter break had begun, so you were able to rest at your apartment and spend more time with scaramouche. He actually started letting you into his life. You learned where he went to college and got to see a lot of his art projects in his own living space, although he kept some of them hidden from you for reasons unknown to you. Of course, you couldn't leave him alone about them and would always be trying to search for them when he wasn't looking.

"Hey, what do you say to getting a drink at- what the hell do you have in your hand?"

You stood there at his sketching desk, with papers that made your eyes wide. On the parchment, were graphite sketches of...you. The way the details on your face were so accurate made you blush furiously. All those times he would just seem to stare at you when your mask was off, was he looking so intently so he could draw you? The answer was right in front of your face.

Gods you were in deep. Not only did you develop feelings for him when you started training, but seeing this made you realize it was probably not one-sided.

Quick footsteps came behind you and a hand reached out to take the papers from you. Turning to him, you were surprised to see scaramouche's face close to yours with glaring eyes and a red that reached his ears.

"Did I not say that you weren't allowed to see those?"

Nothing came out your mouth. Your lips only parted to try and give an apology, and you didn't miss the way his eyes flicked down to your parted mouth. His eyes said so much, but you could see there was a fear in them as well.

...

After that incident, not much was said between you. The very next day you met on the tallest building once more. It was the day that you two would spar, like every other time right?

Wrong. You were both distracted. Every grab on your arm shot electricity through your soul, more than before. The same could be said for him. The distraction caused an accidental blow to the face, which knocked your mask off.

"Ah shit, are you al-" his voice cut short. You were leaning back against the wall behind you that he first encountered you on. Your chest was heaving and visible breath from the temperature came from your mouth. You looked too good to him in that moment, so he let his desires take over.

"Yeah I'm good...it just knocked my mask off-" a strong grip pushed you against the wall.

"Hey what-" Looking up at him, you saw his hand reach up and rip off his mask, his violet hair messily flowing around. He threw it to the floor before grabbing your face and smashing his lips on yours.

Your hands instinctively grabbed his suit turtleneck collar and pulled him into you. He wasted no time pushing his tongue past your lips and putting his body flush against yours. Surprised sounds left you as you could barely breath. He was desperate, hungry, and could no longer hold himself back.

The drawings were his only cope to deal with the feelings. Gods he was scared, scared that you would want to end the whole partner thing if you knew. Now all those doubts dissipated when he felt you meld your lips back with his when he tried to part your mouths.

Hands ran down your ribs and to your waist. His fingers were gripping you with need, and his mouth kissed you with abandon. Scaramouche never wanted to take his lips of yours, not after he'd waited so long gazing at you, watching the way you tried to do what he did, and feeling your covered skin when you fought.

Neither of you needed to breathe. You believed you could be sustained solely by each other's lips.

Only after several minutes of pure bliss in each other's mouths did you break apart for much needed air. You gasped and panted, and scaramouche did the same. He rested his head on your shoulder in the aftermath, just feeling your warmth that enveloped him despite the cold winds.

"Want to head to my apartment? We can um...continue there if you also want to-"

"Yes.”

You blushed when his hands wrapped around you and his face turned to kiss your jaw.

"I wonder if the media would like to know that Spider-Man is a romantic."

"Shut up..." He gave a slight laugh and slowly drew away from you. His eyes were clearly glazed over with a need for more, but he'd save it for when you were both warmer in your home. After picking up your masks off the ground, you both quickly made your way to your home where you couldn't stop scaramouche from starting to kiss your nape and skin before you even got into your apartment room.

Masterlist!

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n: I know I've been MIA and I'm deeply sorry, hope you can forgive me. Here's a longer chapter for you guys. Still pretty soft but cute. It's going to become spicy in the next chapters, so stay tuned for that.

Warning: None

Words: 3.348 (not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 4

TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE

Later that evening, after your day filled with playful banter and shared moments with the kids, you sat on your couch, sipping on a glass of white wine. The buzz from the day’s excitement lingered, and you found yourself reaching for your phone to give Travis a call.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice warm and inviting. "Hey there, I was just thinking about you. How’s the night treating you?"

You couldn’t help but grin at his playful tone. "Pretty great, actually. And I have you to thank for the wonderful day."

Travis chuckled on the other end. "Glad to hear that. So, spill the details. What’s your favorite part of the day?"

As you recounted the moments spent with the kids, laughter and shared experiences, you could feel Travis’s genuine interest through the phone. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a comfortable exchange that reflected the ease between you.

Before you knew it, the topic shifted to the surprise bouquet and the unexpected plane ticket he had sent you. "I couldn’t believe it when I found those waiting for me," you admitted, feeling a rush of gratitude. "Thank you, Travis. You didn’t have to do that. The bouquet is beautiful. You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Travis chuckled softly. "You deserve it. I just wanted to make you smile. Consider it a preview of what's to come. I thought you might want a little something to brighten your day while I'm away." You couldn’t suppress a chuckle. "Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that. But about the ticket—"

Travis jumped in before you could finish. "I know it’s short notice, but I wanted to make sure you had a chance to visit KC. Besides, I have a game coming up, and I’d love for you to be there. "

You were touched by his gesture. "That’s incredibly sweet of you, Travis. I’d love to come. It’ll be an adventure for sure." The conversation meandered into plans for the upcoming trip, laced with excitement and the promise of new adventures. Travis was eager to show you around, his enthusiasm contagious. The days that followed were a whirlwind of anticipation and planning. You couldn't shake the smile off your face after that incredible evening with Travis on your official first date. Every text, call, and shared moment only deepened the connection between you two.

Your classroom buzzed with excitement as the kids were eager to know more about the mysterious bouquet and the note. They couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of their teacher having a secret admirer.

Camille, your confidante, and cheerleader, was over the moon, practically planning your entire wardrobe for the trip to Kansas City. She oscillated between teasing and genuine excitement, leaving you laughing at her enthusiasm.

The days dwindled away, each passing moment building up the anticipation for your upcoming trip. Travis was a constant presence in your thoughts, his gestures and the sheer thoughtfulness behind each message making you feel like a school girl.

As the day of your flight neared, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating over what to pack. Camille sat on your bed, throwing outfit suggestions your way faster than you could consider them.

"You've got to look effortlessly chic but also comfortable," she insisted, holding up a stylish yet casual ensemble.

You chuckled, admiring her enthusiasm. "I think I'll manage. But thanks for the fashion advice."

The day before your flight, you received a call from Travis, his voice warm and inviting over the phone. "Hey, just making sure you're all set for tomorrow. I've got a few surprises planned."

Your heart fluttered at the excitement in his voice. "I'm beyond excited! What surprises?" you teased, hoping for a sneak peek.

He laughed, a melodic sound that made your heart skip a beat. "Ah, ah, can't spoil the fun. But I promise, you're in for a treat."

The night before your flight was filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You packed and repacked, ensuring you didn't forget anything essential. Camille stayed over, the two of you reminiscing about past adventures and making plans for when you returned.

The next morning arrived in a rush of adrenaline. You barely slept a wink, your mind filled with thoughts of the trip and the moments awaiting you. A quick check of your suitcase, a last-minute glance in the mirror, and you were ready to embark on this new chapter.

At the airport, the buzz of travelers and the anticipation in the air only fueled your excitement. Security cleared, you made your way to the gate, heart racing with every step closer to seeing Travis again.

The announcement for your flight echoed through the terminal, signaling the start of your journey. As you settled into your seat, the anticipation bubbled within you, the plane humming with the promise of a fun weekend.

As the flight took off, you gazed out the window, the city shrinking into the distance. Thoughts of what lay ahead filled you with a sense of joy and nervousness, a beautiful mix of emotions swirling within.

Kansas City awaited, and so did Travis. The promise of new experiences, shared moments, and the chance to explore a city with someone special made your heart race. The adventure had just begun, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.

The descent into Kansas City was exhilarating. As the plane landed and passengers started to gather their belongings, your heart raced with anticipation. Stepping off the plane, the familiar buzz of a new city surrounded you, the air carrying the excitement of the adventures ahead.

As you made your way through the bustling airport, Travis’s text chimed in, “Just landed? I’m parked at the arrivals, can’t wait to see you!”

You grinned, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of reuniting with him. Your pace quickened, eager to see the man who had been on your mind for days.

Spotting Travis waiting by the arrivals gate, your breath hitched. Dressed casually yet stylishly in jeans and a well-fitted tee, he looked even more handsome than you remembered. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of you, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there," Travis greeted, pulling you into a warm hug that felt like coming home.

The familiarity of his embrace made your heart skip a beat. You matched his grin, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him. "Hey, stranger! Missed me already?" you teased, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Travis chuckled, stepping closer. "More than you know. But I must say, you’re looking even better than I remembered." His gaze swept over you appreciatively, sending a warmth through you.

"Well, I had to bring my A-game for the city tour," you quipped, enjoying the playful banter.

As he reached for your suitcase, his hand brushed against yours, sending an electrifying tingle down your spine. "Shall we head out then? I’ve got a couple of surprises lined up for you," Travis said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The casual flirtation between you and Travis felt effortless, the chemistry palpable as you made your way to his car. The car ride was a flurry of laughter, easy conversation, and subtle touches that spoke volumes.

"So, any hints about these surprises you mentioned?" you teased, unable to contain your curiosity.

Travis flashed a sly smile. "Ah, where’s the fun in spoiling the surprise? But I promise you won’t be disappointed."

As Travis navigated the streets of Kansas City, the city's vibrant energy surrounded you. The car ride was a symphony of shared laughter, playful teasing, and moments that felt like they were plucked straight out of a romantic comedy.

You couldn’t help but grin at Travis’s playful secrecy about the surprises. "You’re really committed to keeping these under wraps, aren’t you?" you teased, enjoying the delightful mystery.

He shot you a grin that sparkled with mischief. "Absolutely! Gotta keep the suspense alive. Builds up the excitement, you know?"

Your curiosity was piqued, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation. The chemistry between you and Travis was undeniable, each moment spent together deepening the connection.

Pulling into a parking spot, Travis cut the engine, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And here we are!"

You looked around, a hint of curiosity in your expression. "Here? Where exactly?"

Travis pointed to a bustling street lined with colorful shops and cafes. "Welcome to one of my favorite spots in town. Thought we'd start our adventure with some local treats and maybe a bit of shopping. You up for it?"

Your eyes lit up at the prospect, a playful smile forming on your lips. "Absolutely! Lead the way, tour guide extraordinaire."

The two of you strolled down the vibrant street, exploring quaint shops and sampling delicious treats. Travis was the perfect guide, sharing anecdotes about each place and introducing you to the city’s hidden gems.

Amidst the laughter and easy banter, there were subtle touches, a brush of hands when reaching for the same item at a shop, a lingering glance that spoke volumes. The chemistry crackled in the air, adding an extra layer of excitement to the day.

As you settled down at a charming café for a quick break, sipping on some freshly brewed coffee, Travis leaned in with a playful twinkle in his eye. "Okay, maybe it's time for a tiny hint about the surprises."

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Finally! Lay it on me."

Travis leaned closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say one involves a spectacular view and the other might be nostalgic. But that’s all you're getting for now."

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the thrill of the unknown. "I'm intrigued. Can't wait to see what you have in store."

As Travis and you stepped out of the charming cafe where you’d shared a warm beverage and a pastery, the late afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden glow. The chatter and laughter between you felt like a warm embrace amidst the bustling city.

As you strolled along the street, absorbed in conversation, a flurry of camera clicks disrupted the tranquility. Paparazzi had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, snapping pictures of Travis. He shielded you instinctively, guiding you away from the commotion.

"Sorry about that," he murmured, a hint of frustration in his voice. "They're everywhere sometimes."

You offered a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "It’s okay. I guess that comes with the territory, huh?"

Travis nodded, the tension easing as you continued your walk. Soon, you arrived at his place, a modern yet cozy and beautiful house that exuded warmth.

Travis guided you through his home, the décor a reflection of his eclectic tastes and passions. He stopped in front of a guest room, gesturing toward it with a smile. "This is the guest room. Feel free to settle in here. I've made sure it's comfy for you."

You nodded appreciatively, taking in the inviting setup. "Thank you, Travis. It looks lovely."

Yet, there was a gentle hesitancy in his demeanor. He shuffled his feet slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a touch of shyness. "Um, I mean, if you're more comfortable, there's also my room. I could set up the guest room too, but..."

Travis’s voice trailed off, a hint of uncertainty lingering in the air. His suggestion hung between you, laced with a vulnerability that surprised you. You understood the unspoken invitation, the gentle offer to share his personal space, but you also sensed his hesitance.

Your heart warmed at his gesture, his consideration palpable. "I appreciate that, Travis. Your kindness means a lot."

A comfortable silence settled between you, the unspoken understanding weaving a delicate thread of connection. The offer was sweet and genuine, but you also sensed the boundaries he respected.

"I think I’ll settle into the guest room for now," you finally said, offering a warm smile.  ‘’Of course,’’ he responded with a smile, ‘’I’ll let you get ready for your next surprise’’ 

You dropped your things off and freshened up, excited for the evening’s surprises Travis had planned.

Once you opened your suitcase, you surprisingly found the red and lacy 2 piece set that Camille had bought you before your first date with Travis. You grabbed your phone and snapped a quick picture sending it to you friend.

I don’t remember packing that... 

Glad you arrived safe and sound. I figured it might come in handy for your trip, thank me later 😉

You shook your head giggling before picking an outfit for the evening. As the sky transitioned into a canvas of twilight hues, Travis led you outside, where a vintage car awaited.

‘’You look beautiful’’ he said with a genuine smile. You thanked him, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

Travis opened the car door for you with a grin. "Ready for the next surprise?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Absolutely."

The drive to the outdoor dinner spot was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, the city lights painting a picturesque backdrop. You arrived at a charming courtyard lit with fairy lights, a table set for two in a secluded corner.

Travis pulled out your chair with a charming smile. "Welcome to our dinner spot."

The evening unfolded like a dream, a delectable meal served under a canopy of stars, animated conversations, and shared laughter that echoed in the intimate space.

Travis glanced over at you, a playful smirk on his lips. "So, tell me something random about yourself. Like, your secret talent or an odd quirk."

You chuckled, mulling it over. "Well, I have this uncanny ability to remember the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. Comes in handy for karaoke nights."

Travis raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Impressive! Mental note: invite you to a karaoke night."

You nudged him playfully. "Better brush up on your singing skills then, Mr. Kelce."

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Challenge accepted."

The banter flowed effortlessly between you, each moment feeling comfortable and easy. Conversations shifted from favorite movies to childhood memories, the laughter echoing through the park.

As youcontinued to eat your amazing dinner, Travis leaned in, grabbing your hand to caress it like it was nothing. "So, what’s your go-to guilty pleasure food?"

You grinned, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Pizza, hands down. I can never resist a good slice."

Travis nodded approvingly. "Solid choice. Mine's probably ice cream, especially on game nights."

You arched an eyebrow, teasingly. "Does ice cream give you your touchdown mojo?"

He chuckled. "Maybe not directly, but it definitely adds to the celebration."

As the evening deepened, Travis led you to another surprise—an old-fashioned drive-in movie setup in a secluded spot, complete with a screen as you both got comfortable in his car. Travis extended his arm to get a small basket form the backseat. He handed you some popcorn and candy as well as a drink for you to sip on during the movie. 

‘’Wow you really came prepared.’’ You chuckled impressed by him.

‘’Of course I did.’’ He said pulling a blanket and putting it on the both of you so you could get cozy. He drapped his arm on the seat pulling you closer to his body as the screen lit up announcing the movie that was about to play.

Your favorite movie, "Casablanca," played in classic black and white, the iconic scenes flickering across the screen.

You couldn’t contain your delight. "You remembered!"

Travis grinned, drapping his arm around your neck, pulling you closer to his body. "Of course I did.’’ 

You turned around looking into his eyes. ‘’Thank you for this, you’re the best.’’ You said before pecking his lips gently. He was taken by surprise but didn’t complain, since you arrived all he wanted to you was to kiss you. 

As the black and white scenes of "Casablanca" played on the screen, the vintage car was transformed into a cocoon of intimacy. The air was charged with the nostalgia of the classic movie, and the soft glow of the moon added a touch of magic to the evening.

Travis shifted in his seat, stealing a glance at you as Humphrey Bogart's iconic scene played out. With a playful smile, he nudged your shoulder. "Quite the romantic, aren't you? Bet you've seen this movie a dozen times."

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of the moment. "Maybe a dozen and one. But it never gets old."

Travis's gaze lingered, the dim light casting a soft glow on his features. He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, a subtle electricity that crackled between you both.

In the hushed silence of the night, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you under the canopy of stars and the timeless story on the screen.

As the movie reached a poignant moment, Travis turned to you, his eyes reflecting the vulnerability of the characters. His hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his touch tender and deliberate.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a whisper against the backdrop of the movie. "There's something about old movies that make the moments feel timeless."

Your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, the unspoken emotions swirling between you. In that quiet space, with the characters of Casablanca whispering their love story, a different kind of tension simmered—a tension that danced on the edge of unspoken desires and the anticipation of what was to come.

Without a word, Travis leaned in, closing the gap between you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss, tender yet filled with a quiet intensity, as if he was pouring his feelings into that single moment.

Your heart pounded against your chest as the kiss deepened, the quiet rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the city creating a symphony around you. His lips were warm and soft, a silent testament to the unspoken emotions that had been building between you both.

As the evening wound down and the drive-in movie came to a close, Travis led you back to his inviting home, the night air carrying the scent of possibility and warmth. Inside, the soft glow of lamps cast a cozy ambiance, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace.

‘’Thank you so much for tonight, it was an incredible evening, you really know how to make things special.’’ 

‘’I just wanted to show you how much I like you and how serious I am about this.’’ He said playing with your fingers.

‘’ Well I like you too, Travis.’’ You responded blushing. ‘’It’s getting late, I’m going to head up to bed if you don’t mind.’’ You said pecking his cheeks as he closed his eyes to appreciate the moment.

‘’Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sleep tight.’’

As you settled into the cozy guest room, a sense of gratitude filled you. The day had been nothing short of magical, and Travis's thoughtful gestures lingered in your mind, leaving a trail of warmth.

However, as you lay in bed, thoughts of the day's shared moments with Travis played on a loop. His considerate offer to share his space echoed in your mind, and a subtle curiosity tugged at your thoughts.

With a soft sigh, you found yourself standing outside Travis's bedroom door. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the unspoken invitation. Gathering your courage, you lightly tapped on the door, the sound barely audible in the quiet house.

Travis opened the door, surprise flickering in his eyes at the sight of you in your light blue satin pyjama. "Hey, is everything okay?"

You met his gaze, feeling a rush of vulnerability. "I hope I'm not overstepping, but... I'd like to take you up on your offer, if it's still open."

To Be Continued

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Benedict x fem!reader fic preview anyone?

It will be a cute 4+1 times situation with some wholesome (and spicy!!!) moments during their engagement period.

EDIT: FIND THE FULL FIC HERE!! OR ON AO3 ✌🏼

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He stops, leans against the frame of the open door to the drawing room and drinks you in. The pianoforte is angled away from the open windows, your back turned to him. Bare skin shimmers in the sunlight, diffused by sheer white curtains that stream dreamily in the mild breeze. He follows the line of your shoulders where they rise and fall as your hands dance across the keys, then up the curve of your spine where your neck is exposed under pinned-up hair. The music seems to carry the easy with which you hold yourself.

He notes that your maid is not with you, a sign that the staff is kept busy with the wedding preparations. Or perhaps you sent her away as you are prone to do, craving solitude – and opportunities to meet him. Benedict finds himself chasing these moments in which he gets to have you to himself like they’re his sanctuary, so precious that he has to pile them up with care like gemstones in the shrine of his love for you. One day soon he will be able to display them more openly. For now he has to grasp them as they appear.

You only hear him when his steps have reached so close that not even the rugs can muffle them anymore. A few weeks ago you might have been startled by him appearing out of nowhere but by now it is rather natural that he should find you when you are alone. It seems he has a sense for it.

When you look up he is already urging to you scoot over. The double piano bench is rather narrow but you think he might be closing in more than necessary. You’re acutely aware of the press of his thigh against yours.

“Do not let me disturb you, dearest,” he says in the dulcet tone you know means mischief.

“Is your goal not to disturb me, Mr Bridgerton?”

“My goal,” he whispers, leaning in conspiratorially, “is to be closer to the music.”

His breath on your neck does nothing to enhance your ability to focus. The first few notes are not quite rhythmic as a shiver runs through your limbs and down your fingertips. You soon find your footing, however, and the song comes to life in the form of a moderately slow but all the more magical sonata of your own composition. Sheet music is quite expensive and your collection rather limited. To add some variety you recently began to write your own, significantly inspired by Benedict and his artworks.

“Beautiful,” he whispers to himself and you smile as you transition into a faster section of the song that reminds you of fairies frolicking in a meadow, drunk on honeydew and starlight.

However, you soon realise that he did not talk about the music. His hand dances along your back, fingertips drumming over your spine until they come to rest on the swell of your hip on the other side. It is the closest thing to an embrace, his arm a comforting support behind your back. His proximity, if thrilling, does not deter you. Your hands remember exactly what they must do – over a decade of tutoring has left its marks.

Your confidence is short-lived. His hair tickles your ear as he leans in, a soft press of his lips to your shoulder, devoted, sensuous and… lingering. Your fingers slip but for a moment. It is enough to draw the wrong tunes from the instrument, a cacophonous quake that has you wincing in surprise.

“You must stay focused,” Benedict warns, lips still warm on your skin, “or everyone shall hear that you are… rather distracted.”

“How fortunate that I am known for my stable countenance.”

“Hm, yes, that is what they say about you, my darling, “ he whispers. “If only they saw you as I do, falling apart at the mere idea of a kiss.”

You close your eyes and recollect yourself, trying desperately to ignore how he feels against you. Despite his warning he shows no signs of stopping, not even as you resume your play. The next kiss hits the crook of your neck. You feel his nose against your jaw as he inhales your scent, rose oil and soap. For a moment his warm exhale against your throat overshadows the fact that is fingers curl at your hip, a not so innocent squeeze that you feel somewhere between your legs.

You’re aware that both of your families are just outside in the gardens, that the open windows and the steady breeze carry your tunes far out on the premises. Muscle memory serves you and you finish the hardest part of the song without more than one or two off-key notes. Benedict has been silent, lips lingering just below your ear. Just as you move on to the conclusion his mouth gets more insistent, sucking gently at your delicate skin as he gets carried away.

”Benedict,“ you warn. Crooked tunes are one thing, a vivid red kiss mark another.

“Forgive me,” he whispers, pressing tiny kisses along your neck now. “I cannot help it.”

You finish the song with a relieved exhale, wondering if a musical number has ever felt so painfully long before. Benedict has lost his patience, it seems. His free hand comes to rest on your sternum as though he needs to feel the agitated rise and fall of your chest. You only have a moment to relish in the soft feel of his palm on your bosom before he curls his fingers over your jaw and forces your head to turn to him. His kiss is dizzying, starved. He tastes of the strawberries he must have had outside just earlier.

You allow him to kiss you breathless before you remove yourself. He tries to chase after you, as he is won’t to do, but a finger on his swollen lips has him halting. His expression rivals that of Newton when he is in want of a treat.

“We must go back outside before they find us,” you say. “It is already suspicious enough that I played off-key the moment you stepped inside.”

“I blame you for being such a flawless musician.”

“I blame you for being such an irresistible distraction. Now come on, my darling, I am suddenly in want of some sweet strawberries.”

He sighs woefully and you cannot help but kiss the pout from his face.

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This fic is coming within the next week I would say, it will be 18+ so MDNI. Let me know if you want to be tagged in the full thing!! (just in case this lands in the hashtag and someone actually sees it haha) ♡

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12/27-31/2024 Daily OFMD Recap Part 1

TLDR; Nathan Foad; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Samson Kayo; Ruibo Qian; Madeleine Sami; Cont'd in Part 2!

WOW Okay, sorry crew, I have been sick (with that weird thing that causes appendicitis type pain but am now better!), and had to clean my entire house (and essentially renovate half of the bottom floor) for a friend who is moving in for a month, and she showed up 3 days earlier than planned, so I basically have been MIA! So I'm gonna try to make this easier on myself to get this out already-- and the end of the year is going to be two posts in one!

== Happy (belated) Birthday Nathan! ==

Happy belated birthday to the absolute legend -- Nathan Foad! He shared some lovely tributes from his friends, as well as a badass tribute by @hotdiggitydollie of Nathan's character from Newark Newark!

He also sent a shout out to a fan who made this beautiful scroll for him!

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram Stories / Hot Diggity Dollie's Instagram

= Rhys Darby =

An new picture of Rhys when he was out doing stand up at the Bourbon Room in Hollywood!

Source: Tmiddendorfphoto's Instagram

= Taika Waititi =

Taika caught out and about by a fan!

Source: Instagram

Rita and Taika were also in Times Square for New Years Eve! Rita was hosting with Ryan Seacrest and as usual Taika was there for love and support.

Source: Vera Ora/Rita ora's Instagram Stories

= Con O'Neill =

Con ran into a fan at the close of the year!

Source: Con O'Neill's Instagram Story

And if you haven't seen it yet-- had a very spicy New Years message for you!

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A post shared by Con O'Neill (@oneill.con)

Source: Con's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba left a lovely end of the year wrap up message for everyone <3

"2024, thank you for your gifts and for your tolls. Started with the blessing of being born a dad and it’s been a non-stop no-sleep magical and heart fulfilling whirlwind ever since🙏🏾✨ Funerals were no foreigners, but getting to see family and loved ones rejuvenated my soul✨ I got to spend the funnest time with the greatest fans, baking, connecting, traveling and raising money for charity after our lovely show was sadly cancelled✨ My first lead in a romcom got distribution, as did a fun series, a horror and a sweet short, all of which I was lucky to be part of✨ I got to voice great characters in projects I’ve been a fan of, and again I was lucky to be a part of each and every one✨ I became a US citizen (perfect timing) after years of walking on eggshells as an Alien of Extraordinary Ability👽 And I’m so grateful, humbled and excited for what lies ahead: as a parent, a partner, a colleague, a friend, a cheerleader and an advocate for love, peace and multicultural unity✨ I know a lot who have had a rough and tough year. And I pray this next one is better, brighter, healthier and easier❤️ Thank you to all who are always in my corner and supporting my journey. I appreciate you so much. At the end of the day it’s not about the destination or the path we take, but about the company that we share along the way. And I’m one lucky son of a duck to share it with you❤️🙏🏾🧿✨"

Source: Sambas Instagram

= Vico Ortiz =

Our beloved Jim was selected as one of the standout trans honorees! Thank you @adoptourcrew for spotlighting this!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Bsky

Today in Gay goes live on Jan 1!

Their first preview episode is available on their substack! TIG Substack.

Source: Vico's Bsky

In response to what I assume is David's OFMD Fanfiction, Vico mentioned they may be doing something new with their Patreon in 2025!

SourcE: Vico's Bsky

Not enough Vico news for you? Here's some more! Just some puppy snuggles!

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A post shared by Vico Ortiz (@puertoricaninja)

Source: Vico's Instagram

Last but not least, Vico's posted three more s2 BTS posts! I've put a screen shot of each of the three videos below-- check out their paid patreon for the full videos! First / Second / Third

Source: Vico's Paid Patreon

= Samson Kayo =

Samson's friend Daniel Kaluuya posted some recent shots of Samson!

Source: DanielKaluuya Instagram

= Ruibo Qian =

Ruibo was kind enough to perform for everyone again!

Source: Ruibo's Instagram

Our pirate queen ready for the new year!

Source: Ruibo's Instagram Stories

= Madeleine Sami =

Season 2 of Deadloch has wrapped!

Source: Mads Instagram Continuing in Part 2!

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4t2 Conversion Dump: Yet More Short Male Hairs

Well, if it isn't bleedingly obvious what hairstyles I like... Anyway here's four new hair conversions. Unlike the previous ones I just went ahead and did these all in Afterglow. They're all about 12k poly, some might be a bit less but I don't remember. They're also all for PM-EM. The downloads are in order of the previews.

DOWNLOAD: MMSims Spicy Sauce | Nilyn Husband | MoooD N57 | Simjo Noir

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(Preview) Trigger Happy, Part 2

SOOOOOOO I reread Trigger Happy for like, the first time after posting it. And my god, it kinda DID things to me. So without further adieu, here is a sneak peek/prelude to Part 2. It's extremely fluffy. No content warnings for this one, other than implied spicy thoughts ( @ieatcocoa I blame you, in the BEST WAY)

MDNI, or I'll cut you

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A few months had passed since your last weekend trip to the cabin. The crisp air of Autumn had been corrupted by the cool embrace of Winter. For Louisianians, there would be no white Christmas, but the promise of chilly mornings and frosty nights lingered with the season.

Life had ultimately gone back to 'normal' for the both of you, as if the tumultuous chase has never happened. Alastor's radio show swung without a hitch, gaining traction with his extensive coverage of the famous 'Bayou Butcher'. Meanwhile, you were performing particularly well at your own job, a promotion lining up for your hard work. Life had improved drastically. 

But... even in the heat of your success, the both of you started to become stir crazy. In your efforts to work harder, the both of you neglected your sanity. All of this for the sake of being 'better off', the both of you had decided. At least you both agreed on one thing: a short getaway was long overdue. Your recommendation for a cabin-filled weekend delighted your overworked partner. And so, you both had worked your magic to make the getaway happen.

🦌❤️🦌

It was Friday morning, just an hour after Alastor got off of work. (Thankfully, he had managed to switch prodcasting times with another coworker, guaranteeing an early departure). When you had packed the last of your bags, you snuck back to your closet once more. Pushing over copious amounts of clothing on the rack, you finally pull out what you'd been looking for: a white linen gown with lace trim... Or at least, it used to be white... It was the dress you wore during the last 'hunt'. 

The fabric was weathered, rumpled, and looked quite horrific, if you were being honest. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as your fingers brushed over the fabric, erotic memories flashing across your mind. The heavy thuds of footsteps, the smell of the dank bayou, the crunch of withered leaves... And yet all of these memories paled in comparison to him. 

Alastor. 

His heated touch, labored breaths, and manic, brown eyes nestled deep into your debauched dreams. Dreams that you found yourself longing to relive...

You bit your lip, debating if you should pack the dress. You wondered if this would be subtle enough, or if your secret desire for a part two was too 'on the nose'. 

This thought was disrupted by the bedroom door creaking open, and the sound of Alastor's silky, serene voice. 

"Darling, are you almost ready? I've gotten everything else in the trunk so far--" 

Alastor catches you glimpsing at That Dress, his back stiffening as memory lane hits him. Hard. 

He grins soon after, his smile cat-like as he wanders over to you. You're quick to hide the dress behind your back, stammering an excuse. 

"Y-Yes, I have everything-- just-- just thought about this old thing, y'know? I may need to toss it. This filthy thing has been through enough… It's just hanging here, collecting dust." 

Alastor clicks his tongue against his teeth, chuckling at your horrible attempt to deflect,"Dear, why would you want to get rid of this relic? I rather like the dress, you know~" When you avoid his gaze, Alastor sighs dramatically. He reaches behind your back, gently tugging the garment out of your rigid grasp. You can’t help the sheepish noise you make when he slings the dress over his shoulder, letting it hang off of him like a disheveled shawl. 

"Check the back of the closet, dear. In my garment bag," Alastor offers gently, stepping up beside you. You squirm as Alastor places a kiss on your temple and an impossibly large hand on your waist," I have something for you; perfect for the occasion, I'd say." 

You blink in surprise, throwing him a questioning look. Money wasn't exactly tight in your household, but the gesture surprised you all the same. A gift… for you? 

You're met with a beautiful sight. A pristine, red nightgown that made an apple look pink. Upon touching it, you realize it was satin; much nicer than the cotton one you originally had. Your mouth fell agape, your eyes widening in tandem. Dumbfounded at the sight, you hardly moved as Alastor kissed your cheek again. His sincere smile only grew as he gave your waist an affectionate squeeze. 

You follow his suggestion obediently, rummaging carefully until you hit Alastor's bag. While it usually hosted his dry clean-only suits, you noticed that it was uncharacteristic thin. Paper-thin, even.

You take down the bag from the bar gingerly, heart racing with curiosity. Alastor was just as eager, watching you with baited breath as you eased the zipper down. 

"Better to be prepared than not, right~?" Alastor mused, taking your free hand. You finally look his way when you feel a featherlight kiss press to your knuckles.

"This is--" 

"Yes yes, darling, it is. I figured it's only fair that you were dressed in my colors this weekend~" Alastor all but purred, his eyes full of mischief.

"Alastor, it's... Really beautiful. I hope it wasn't too much--"

Another kiss, this time just above your knuckles. A trail of sweet, deceivingly innocent kisses started to ascend your arm. Ever the cheeky man, Alastor was. 

"My love, nothing is ever too much for you. Think nothing of it. Simply wear it... It would make me very happy to see you in it."

You comtemplated his words, really taking them in. Like the lush fabric of the nightgown, you felt... Soft. You were almost liquid smooth, a flush festering on your skin under Alastor's affections. When he had kissed all the way up to your cheek, you turned to meet his lips with your own, smiling blissfully. Thankfully, Alastor didn't seem to mind the interruption

"Well, I guess I can't say no when ask me so sweetly... 'Can't let such a pretty dress go to waste, then~" you chime, giving Alastor another kiss. In fact, to air on caution, you zip the laundry bag closed, tucking it under your arm. You wouldn't want to risk ruining it before Alastor got his chance to...

"And," you added, a renewed glee coursing through you,"I think I'm ready to head out now~" 

Alastor reflects your smile, pressing a firm kiss to your lips to seal the deal.

"Off we go, then. Oh– and I think we should take the scenic route this time, if that’s alright..." You practically giggle as your arm is taken into his, allowing your beau to lead you out of the bedroom. 

"Honey, I would love nothing more." 

🦌🩸🦌

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this list is split into two parts: (1) headcanons & imagines, collections, SFW, and NSFW lists, and (2) the complete masterlist, with all pieces individually linked below and organized alphabetically — with word count and rating noted. most are gn!reader or f!reader, with some OCs (also noted). no use of y/n. please check individual posts for any additional warnings or context. all fics are COMPLETE unless otherwise noted.

headcanons & imagines. ✮ | ✩ (minimally-edited) ficlets and responses to asks. lots of fluff with occasional spice and mcu criticism. when present, reader is gn.

collections masterlist ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ compiled sfw & nsfw rocket fanfics, mostly organized by theme (for example: by season, by vibe, by rocket-incarnation) or by series. this list is organized alphabetically by collection title, and describes themes, gender of readers, and range of ratings. stories range from very platonic to downright smutty. please check individual posts for word count and any additional warnings or context.

sfw masterlist. ✮ | ✩ mostly one-shots featuring gn readers (no use of "y/n"), with some exceptions. stories range from very platonic to fairly suggestive/spicy. please check individual posts for word counts and any additional warnings or context.

nsfw masterlist. ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ almost all these fics contain actual smut, but you can find some more smut-free spice on the sfw masterlist. most feature "female" readers (no use of "y/n") with a couple OCs. includes short one-shots, mid-length pieces, and longform fics. please check individual posts for word counts and any additional warnings or context.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION.

anthology. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ miscellaneous one-shots belonging to no specific collections or series. ratings & gender of reader varies.

adorations. ❤︎‬❤︎‬ 18+ only | f!reader | word count: 4,518. you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feelings. see post for warnings and context.

Autopilot Systems Check ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,406. reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. mcu-based, post-endgame.

fistful of sunlight ✮ fluff | oc!reader | word count: 3,832. after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own. see post for warnings. for @/starriidreams

overheard on the bowie ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 12,973. rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see post for warnings.

practice ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684. EIDOS. you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve.

tomorrow. ✩ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 2,441. you had a long day at work. rocket decides to comfort you.  no real smut (this was a failed kinktober 2023 fic) but some explicit references to sex acts. unhealthy coping mechanisms. PLEASE check main page for warnings.

warm compress ✮fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,432. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor.

autumn comfort collection. autumn coziness. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ maple sugar & pumpkin-spice for your autumnal reading pleasure. collects three 2024 oneshots: cold hands, warm thighs | mitten aesthetic | bookshop at the end of the universe. ratings & gender of reader varies.

cold hands, warm thighs. ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 5,122. the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. see post for warnings.

mitten aesthetic. ✮ | ✩ fluff | gn reader | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq.

bookshop at the end of the universe. ❤︎‬ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: pending. rocket wants out — of the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. mild smut. for nonnie. see post for warnings & context.

Blackmail Material. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings, fluff, & love confessions. see post for warnings and context.

borealis: year one. winter collection. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday oneshots. gender of reader varies. collects five 2023 winter oneshots. ratings & gender of reader varies.

frostnip. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based.

snow & stars. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 16,450. citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting.

traditions. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,368. every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

ugly sweater. ✩ suggestive! spice | gn reader | word count: 5,196. rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often.

Winter Across the Galaxy ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: ?? a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." | also part of Window Across the Galaxy.

borealis: year two. winter collection. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ [WIP] an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday oneshots. gender of reader varies. collects ?? 2024 winter oneshots. ratings & gender of reader varies.

sweet dreams. ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 6,418. rocket comes to visit for his annual winter-holiday-nap. you have some new gifts to offer up. ❅ a sequel to traditions from borealis ❆ year one (but can be read as a standalone). fluffyfluff. for @welcomtothevoid ♡

mistletoe avoidance.✩ spice | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,903. rocket's getting sick of all these #@$%ing kisses. ❅ peppermint-sweet winterspice romantic fluff. skottie-young-comics-based.

welcome to the knowhere christmas party. ✩ fluff & low-grade spice | gn reader | word count: 13,251. the worst thing about being a single dad is the number of meddling matchmakers rocket’s gotta deal with during the holidays. that's where you come in. mcu-based, post vol3. romantic fluff with low-grade spice.

cicatrix . ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 26/40+ | word count: 272,062+. [WIP]a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs. see post for warnings & context.

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel. ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. this collection revolves around Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl.

The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 5/5 visits | word count: 37,783. In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it. PART ONE.

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 9,853. study night. or: why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? PART TWO.

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 14,329. date night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. PART THREE.

Critical Interview Questions for Potential Crewmates ✩ | ❤︎‬❤︎varies | f!reader | word count: 6,111 - 6,723. you take rocket on a fall-themed date. unbeknownst to you, he also has plans: specifically, to introduce you to some potential roommates. just pumpkin-spiced, apple-scented, maple-flavored FLUFF. see post for clarifying info and context. PART FOUR.

Proof: A Moment in Space ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 1,786. rocket wants something to remember you by while he’s away. just a short little ficlet with no plot whatsoever.

florescence❀ ˖⁺‧₊˚ (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 5/6 years | word count: 66,402+. [WIP] Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in. mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut. tentative allies to friends to lovers. see post for warnings & context.

headcanons & imagines. ✮ | ✩ various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, imagines, and more. mostly fluff, occasional low-grade spice. gn reader when reader is present.

kinktober 2023. ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket. please read all warnings. i am not currently separating these stories out for the NSFW list below because there are too many of them lol.

kinktober 2024. ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket. three books based on three erotic flavors. soft & sweet [sunshine, 4 parts]. sultry & spicy [evasive maneuvers, 2 parts]. sensual & shameless [you are cordially invited, 2 parts].

rocket raccoon prompt week. ✮ | ✩ mostly gn!reader x rocket, fluff to low-grade spice. seven short drabbles and oneshots thanks to @/rocketraccoonpromptweek

explosives. ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: 187. rocket smells nice. pearl has questions.

hurts. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 626. a quiet moment of comfort after a battle with badoons. rocket sees a ghost (it's you).

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570. bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274. one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate.

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar.

machinery. ✮ | ✩ semi-romantic angst & fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,946. rocket manipulates you into stealing something for him. what wouldn't you do for a pair of pretty almandine eyes? see post for warnings.

home. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 661. rocket has always considers home to be a place he can never reach. until home reaches for him.

take what you need. ✮ [each chapter is an individual oneshot.] gn reader, fluff & friendship.the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments.

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. ✮ angst, friendship, fluff | rocket & wanda | word count: ??. During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR. for hibatasblog ♡

windfall. (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 44,521. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see post for warnings & context.

Window Across the Galaxy. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | word count: 235,940. girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. rocket is captured by a ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a xandaran luxury liner. oops. see post for warnings & context.

Window Across the Galaxy Epilogue ✮ fluff | rocket x f!oc | wordcount: ?? rocket and jo get interviewed (briefly) about their perspectives on their relationship.

Winter Across the Galaxy ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: ?? a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." also part of borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

what's on the horizon? future projects

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Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Two

Rupert Giles x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

A new magical transfer comes to Sunnydale High, and ends up discovering a magical connection with our favorite Watcher.

OC is 19+ (Not a Minor), Age Gap, Slow Burn-ish (with a little preview thrown in there during the Bandy Candy Episode).

This will be a multi chapter story I don't know how spicy it will get yet, but I'll rate it Mature just to be safe.

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Read: Chapter One

Chapter Two:

Since Rose had started at Sunnydale High, she found herself irresistibly drawn to the library. Every time she pulled into the school parking lot, her eyes would instinctively seek out the car she knew belonged to Rupert Giles. And without fail, she’d soon be seated at the large wooden table in the center of the room, surrounded by textbooks, but her mind was often elsewhere.

Giles rarely said more than a few words to her during these quiet sessions, but she was acutely aware of his presence. His gaze seemed to linger on her, even when his eyes were focused on something else. She felt it, that charged attention, like a subtle hum in the air. Not that she minded. If she was being honest with herself, she was watching him too. She couldn’t help it—there was something magnetic about him, something that tugged at her senses and made her heart race when he was near.

It wasn’t just the way he moved, although she had certainly noticed the graceful way he handled books, his fingers brushing across the pages in a manner that made her wonder what they might feel like against her skin. No, it was deeper than that—there was an energy around him, one that stirred the magic within her, making her fingers tingle whenever he was close.

But she knew better than to let herself dwell on such thoughts. He was older, her teacher in some ways, and her fascination was likely nothing more than a schoolgirl crush. Still, she couldn’t deny the way her pulse quickened when she saw him, the way her body responded to the unspoken connection between them.

Today, however, she had a purpose. As she strolled into the library, the familiar scent of old leather and parchment filling the air, she felt a determination settle in her chest. She needed a meditation spell—something to help her clear her mind and focus. Catching up on two months’ worth of assignments was starting to take a toll, and she was in desperate need of clarity.

Giles wasn’t in sight when she entered, but the shadow moving across the floor from his office told her he was nearby. “Good morning, Mr. Giles,” Rose called out, wanting to alert him to her presence so he wouldn’t be startled by her rummaging through the shelves.

Giles appeared in the doorway, a coffee cup in hand, its humorous inscription reading, ‘This Library is a Mess, We Should Be Ashamed of Our Shelves.’ his eyes moved over her, a subtle tension rippled in the air. She could almost feel his gaze lingering on the flow of her dark maxi skirt and the way her oversized sweater hugged her figure before rising to her face. He visibly pulled back, clearing his throat. “You’re wearing glasses.”

“Really? No wonder I can see where I’m going,” Rose replied with a smile, pushing the frames up with her finger.

A chuckle escaped him, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed by his remark. “I meant—I’ve never seen you wear them before. They, ah, look good.” His cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and Rose had to suppress a grin.

“Thanks. My eyes weren’t up for contacts today. All this studying is taking a toll.”

“It’s quite impressive, catching up on so much in such a short time,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.

“I know, right?” She smirked, moving toward the center table where she dropped her bag on the table’s top.

Giles tilted his head, watching her every movement with that familiar intensity. “Quite an impressive feat,” Giles said, his eyes softening. “I must say, I’m surprised at how well you’ve managed. It’s almost... magical.”

“Speaking of magic I was actually hoping to look through some of your occult books. Willow wasn’t kidding when she said you’ve got quite the collection.”

“Yes, we do. Though I must say, the occult is a rather… unique interest for someone your age,” he said, attempting to sound casual as he took a sip from his cup.

“I’m nineteen,” Rose replied. She wasn’t prepared for the way Giles immediately choked on his tea, coughing violently as a fine mist sprayed into the air.

“Are you okay?” Rose hurried over, placing her hands on his shoulders as he struggled for breath.

“I—yes—just went down the wrong pipe.” Giles coughed again, face red as he tried to regain his composure.

Rose smiled, her hand lingering on his arm longer than necessary before she stepped back. “You sure you’re alright?”

Giles nodded, still a bit out of breath. “Quite. I just… wasn’t expecting; Nineteen?”

“Yes, sorry to disappoint?” Rose teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, just surprising.” He gave a dry laugh, though his eyes betrayed the tension still between them. His eyes flicked back to hers, something unreadable passing between them. “I think I’m okay now, at least physically. My pride, on the other hand, may be slightly bruised.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” Rose teased, her lips quirking up. “Now, how about that book?”

“You’ll find what you’re looking for in the far section,” Giles finally said, clearing his throat and regaining some of his usual formality. “End of the aisle, second shelf from the top. The title is Malosi, I believe.”

Rose gave him a playful look. “Samoan?”

“You know Samoan?” He looked impressed.

“No, but I know enough to recognize it.” She moved toward the bookshelves, glancing over her shoulder as she disappeared between them. Giles was watching her again, his eyes following her every step.

When she returned with the book in hand, he was still seated at the table, his glasses perched on his nose. She placed the book down in front of him, leaning in slightly as she did so, catching a whiff of the faint spice of his cologne. “I didn’t take you for the type to be interested in health and vitalization spells.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Rose replied, her voice dropping slightly as their gazes locked for just a moment too long.

Something flickered in his eyes, something that made the air between them feel charged. Rose stepped back, breaking the moment, but she couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced or the heat that crept up her neck. She had come here for a spell, but what she found was something much more dangerous—an attraction she wasn’t entirely sure she should ignore.

Rose couldn’t shake the charged air that lingered between them as she settled into a chair across from Giles. The book Malosi lay open between them, though she barely glanced at it. She could feel his eyes on her again—like they always were—and the weight of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. She tried to focus on the pages, the delicate script of spells she had seen a thousand times before, but all she could think about was the way the air seemed to have turned electric.

“So,” Giles said, his voice breaking the silence. “A spell for health and vitalization?”

Rose nodded, though her mind was elsewhere. “Yeah, something to clear the fog. I’ve been drowning in schoolwork, and my brain’s just... fried, and I’m getting desperate.”

He leaned forward slightly, his expression softening. “I understand the pressure of catching up. But... magic can be unpredictable, especially if you’re using it to force something as natural as mental clarity. You sure you want to try this? Hypothetically, of course.”

The way he looked at her—concerned but intrigued—made her heart stutter. She gave a slight smirk, shrugging casually. “What’s life without a little risk? Hypothetically, of course.”

Giles’s lips quirked in the ghost of a smile, his eyes twinkling with something that felt dangerously close to admiration. “Indeed. So you know enough about Samoan to recognize it?” Giles asked from behind her.

“My parents traveled a lot, so I picked up bits and pieces here and there. Kind of had to.”

Giles seemed to hesitate before asking, “And what do your parents do?”

Rose paused, her fingers brushing against the worn cover of the book she was searching for. “They’re in business. They will help failing companies get back into the green. Once they were done, we would move on to the next place. Made getting a recorded education a little harder. I would have been at university already, but my Japanese class credits didn’t really transfer well.”

“But you are here now, in Sunnydale, because of our superb public education system?”

“My aunt lives here. She offered for me to come and stay with her. Besides, I’m an adult, and as much as my parents didn’t want me coming here, they didn’t really have much of a say in the matter.”

“And your interest in the occult?” Giles asked, his gaze intent, searching her face for answers.

Rose’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Buy a girl a drink first, Rupert.”

Giles visibly relaxed, a chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned back in his chair. “Fair enough. I suppose I have been rather forward.”

Rose took a seat across from him, setting the book down with a satisfying thud. “Well, I’ll make you a deal. You answer one of my questions, and I’ll answer one of yours. Seems only fair, right?”

Giles considered her offer, then nodded. “Alright. Ask away.”

Rose tapped her fingers on the table, feigning contemplation before settling on her question. “Why Sunnydale? You don’t exactly seem like the small-town American librarian type.”

Giles hesitated, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “My wife was from here.”

Rose raised an eyebrow. “No ring. Try again.”

Giles looked momentarily stunned by her boldness. “We are divorced.”

Rose stood, grabbing the book and her bag. “Well, when you’re ready to give me the truth, I’ll be here. But in the meantime, I think I’ll take this with me.”

“You can’t leave with that book,” Giles called after her as she made for the door.

Rose lifted the book over her shoulder, not bothering to turn around. “When I get an honest answer, you can have your book back.”

With that, she pushed through the doors, leaving Giles standing alone, his gaze lingering on where she’d just been.

Chapter Three

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique:Da’Bandit comes to Play!

One thing Kirishima knew was a constant in life since Maya came into his and Mina's life as the third wheel to make their romance bicycle into a tricycle was this. That she was one spicy lady especially before and even after she transferred to UA and given she was bisexual, it stood to reason she had lady friends that were every bit as kinky and erotic as she was. Be it the friends she had back in Jagua, penpals and of course the friends she'd made since coming to Japan and UA, Mina being among them of course so no surprise there. It only stood to reason that he would come to meet some of these same friends one way or another.

Case in point being the Amazonian toned golden eyed blonde bombshell standing outside the doorway of his dorm room known as Jessy Da'Bandit. There was no doubt this brickhouse stunner was one of Maya's friends alright, from the firm handful sized rack to the the well toned but oh so bubbly booty barely contained and confined within her denim short-shorts and of course a well honed and trained gym body. She was sexy and she knew it, lived by that old motto if you got it flaunt it and it showed certainly as her amber eyes twinkled with a spark of mischief he was all too familiar with from the bubblegum duo. A sensual, sly smile on her freckled face as she no doubt expected him to have a few questions to which she certainly had the answers for.

Kirishima:*Doing his his best not to ogle her or at least trying to which was easier said than done. Given her physique and looks on top of her ensemble which consisted of a pair of denim shorts, a thong, sneakers and a modefied tanktop acting as her bra.*"Soooo friend of Maya's? She and Mina sent you here? And how much you know about me and them exactly?" *His suspicions were confirmed correctly of course as that smile of hers grew, her hand fishing out her cellphone out of her pocket. Unlocking as it as se opened up an app and showed him the screen, displaying some familiar pictures and videos.*

Jessy:"In order, yes, second verse same as the first and for the final answer, let ask your question with another question. This is you, right? Because let me tell you if this what the preview is promising, I think you and me are going to get along famously handsome.."*The blonde quipped in her rapidfire response, seemingly non-chalant to the fact she was still showing off the evidence on her phone. Finger swiping along to the screen as Kirishima saw not just a few samples of past intimacies with Mina and Maya but also a few past and regular encounters. Yeah there was no mistaking Jackie's thicc skater/surfer girl figure or Elena's regal sensual cheetah-self, that was for damn sure. Knowing that any blatant denial wouldn't do him any favours, he simply nodded which she took as an acceptable answer.*

Once he had done that of course, she locked and put her phone away as she licked her lips with sensual anticipation and draped her quite well sculped arms around his broad shoulders. Her firm melons pressed against his pecks with only the material of their tops being a barrier between skin on skin intimacy as she pressed her lips to his. Ambushing him with a French kiss that unsurprisingly was loaded with sloppy passion and spicy desire as her tongue invaded his mouth to explore it intimately, purring and moaning as she felt those sharp pointy teeth of his. Her delight and pleasure increasing as he felt him return the kiss with equal measure, a spine tingling rush of bliss running to her brain as she found his hands grabbing and squeezing her ass.

The moment he did that was when she had made her next move, feet leaving the floor as she draped legs around his waist to have her body cling to and hug him like koala around the branch of eucalyptus tree. The sultry blonde and hard-headed redhead making out with a skyrocketing lust burning between them as he carried her back into his dorm room, kicking the door closed. Taking her back into the living room where he sat down on the couch, Jessy straddling his waist as she parked her in his lap while she made her pelvis bump and grind against his. The cameltoe of her denim clad sex rubbing against the crotch of his baggy cargo pants as she purred sensually at feeling the rising bulge signalling she was turning him on.

More so especially when he grasped her tanktop and pulled it right off, making her break their liplock with a strand of saliva trailing between them. The honey eyed freckled blonde hottie grinning like a cat with sensual delight at how forward and assertive he was being especially when he wasted no time in grabbing and removing her bra. A soft sensual gasp escaping her lips as her marshmallows breathed and bounced free in the open air, Jessy taking delight in Kirishima's sweet little red eyes drinking in the sight of her and decided to strike a pose for him. Hands behind her head as she flexed her biceps and crunched her stomach to show off her washboard class six pack of abs.

Jessy:"Mmmm, loving the enthusiasm handsome but wouldn't it be fair and equal for me to see your goods too, don't you think?"*The blonde teased playfully, giggling as Kirishima once again wasted no time in obliging her as she took off and threw his shirt aside. Licking her lips with a growing sensual appetite as she took in the sight of his physique, well cut and honed from hours to days, months of effort and intense training with a dedicated workout routine. Draping her arms around him once again as she locked lips with him to resume making out, all the while she ground and rubbed her mound against his crotch. Arousal skyrocketing more so especially when she felt those shark teeth of his nibble on her lips, making her feel like she was about to be devoured by a shark in the best way possible.*

It was only a matter of time naturally before the muscular blonde and red head duo found themselves fully naked, filling the room with groans, moans and gasps of pleasure as they made out and explored one another's bodies with sensual caresses and lusty gropes. Soon laying horizontally on the couch in a 69 position as Jessy let loose with cries of passionate delight from Kirishima eating her out, his hands massaging her toned bubbly ass while he plunged and probed his tongue in around her moist folds. Drinking up her juices as she herself squeezed and caressed his balls while she deepthroated his cock, drowning his length and girth in a shower of saliva as she sucked and blew on it. The taste of his pre dazzling her tastebuds as it flowed and poured down into her stomach, making her bump and grind her mound against his face as their arousal mutually skyrocketed to greater heights.

But oh when they commenced with the penetration after such a satisfying protein filled snack they shared together, it only got even better from then on. Jessy sitting on the edge of the couch with her torso at an even 90 degree angle as Kirishima pumped and jachkhammered away into her snatch like an erotic piston. Their tongues dancing together in an open air sloppy spitswapping kiss as her freckle kisses tits bounc and rubbed against broad firm muscular pecs, her bubble butt jiggling with every slap and smack of Kirishima's heavy balls. Every orgasm she had hitting her like a rapid fire missile assult while anticipating the moment when he'd hit his own and she'd feel that white hot seed pour into her womb and pain its walls.

but of course soon as that climax finally hit, the honey eyed blonde Amazon didn’t hesitate with basking in the afterglow, especially when she could feel how hard and stiff Kirishima’s shaft still was. Her freckled face grinning sensually as she pried herself off, albeit with hesitance at losing the feeling of his length and girth filling her but damn if that rod of his didn’t look hot all wet and sticky with their mixed juices. Before she stood before him in all her naked glory as she took a deep breath and began to put in some focus and concentration, panting and moaning sensually as before the hard-headed redhead’s eyes, she began to grow in height and muscle mass. Her athletically toned curvy figure increasing in bulk snd depth as he went from fitness model to a literal amazonian beauty, flashing a sensual smile at him as she struck a series of poses to show off and entice him to great effect.

Jessy Da’Bandit, Nationality:American. Residence:Jagua Del Toro, Quirk:Muscle Bomb: Allows Jessy to increase her height and muscularity through sheer will power, boosting her speed, strength and flexibility all at once. Also had the bonus effect of enhancing her durability, making her able to handle blades and bullets among other things. As well as adding to her already high libido of course…

But now reslly how else was Kirishima going to react to such a sight before him but proceed to pounce snd ravish the muscle goddess before him. Jessy eeping with erotic delight at the sudden shift into caveman mode from the sturdy himbo before she soon filled the walls and ceiling of the apartment with her howls of passion once more. Her powerful legs on either side of her head as Kirishima jackhammered her into a halfway between a mating press and piledriver. His heavy nutsack slapping and smacking her jiggling bubbly booty with every thunder imoact of their loins as he used his own quirk for good measure to give as good with it as Jessy was with her own.

Jessy knew Maya and Mina had held back a little in their still rather detailed praise and recommendation of their boyfriend enough to intrigue her but damn were her expectations being surpassed wonderfully. The sturdy himbo proving himself quite dominant and assertive but never to a point he left her needs and desires neglected as he showed he was no slouch at pleasuring a woman. Her amazonian form being out through a full nelson fuck as he stood his ground with intensity and passion, her arms and legs trapped in his grasp as he jackhammered away into her snatch. The muscles of her pussy welcoming his length and girth’s penetration within their tight erotic embrace as her womb became flooded with his seed invading it.

The muscular pair got so into going at that minutes passed into hours as their lust and passion made them lose track of time just long enough that Mina and Maya arrived hime to find their stud balls deep in Jessy. The blonde bent over the couch as he fucked her doggy style, simply smiling and waving to the bubblegum duo while he was looking like a deer caught in the headlights. To which the pink and blue bombshells responded by smiling back as they proceeded to get naked and do as was natural for them, throw themselves into the fray and double the pleasure and fun. After all, Mina knew she just had to have some fun with Jessy when she met her, after all any friend of Maya’s of the female persuasion Was sure to be very fun in bed.

Now of course there is a point when Kirishima knew not to be surprised at things playing out like this and expect them to be just a natural part of his relationship with his two girls. But of course this wasn’t quite that point yet so it was quite something to find his rutting with Jessy turn into a foursome as the blonde rode him cowgirl style while he laid on the bed. The amazonian beauty of a freckled blonde bouncing in his shaft with growing intimate familiarity as Mina and maya took turns kissing her and sucking in her tires or moving to make out with their man. Tongues dancing in sloppy games of spit swapping and tonsil hockey as the apartment was filled with the familiar rhythm of erotic passion.

It wasn’t long before dusk came after hours of passion consisting of combinations of 3 on one to two on one before Kirishima found himself laying and basking in the afterglow. His girlfriends and new sex friend laying on his Herculean body as they all had dreams of how future encounters would play out, after all how could Jessy not want more after this first time encounter? She was definitely wanting in on Maya and Mina’s little Red Riot passion project that was for sure, and she had a friend or two who woild,love themselves a little Riot in the sheets. A man like this was a treasure to be shared and there were bitches who needed wild oats sown in their fields.

Elsewhere Mineta felt bile in his stomach and bloody tears seep forth as he felt a strange yet familiar sensation. Something told him that knce again some lucky bastard was living his dream and he was still a little Pervy runt loser that’d never see a slice of action. Cursing god all the while unaware that once again Kirishima had outdone him when it came to love and sex. He just knew someone out there was getting off on his misery, he just knew it…..

Sketch:*the evident flame skullheaded writer sat typin away as he looked at the screen. The look on his face showing he knew those who knew him coild tell he was he source and cause.*”Eeh everyone expresses their dislike for the little grapehead,this just happens to be how I like it. So yeah he can die mad about it…”*He quipped as he fished out and popped open a can of Pepsi max. Nothing like spite and caffeine to fuel a man’s work, how sweet it is…*

[eww-y-tho]

I mayhaps just be making a SPICY jayvik short comic, and idk if it's safe to post on tumblr so how should I like- format this? I'm new to posting this type of material, but I'm SUPER proud of it, so I want to share w/o getting banned.

Preview of page 1:

(working on page 2 now)

[electricshoebox]

wip wednesday....ish

better late than never right?

tagged by @adventuresofmeghatron, thank you friend!!

I promise writing is happening! Very slowly but the chapter's at about 5k now. A short, angsty, and slightly spicy preview (if you look close):

The track running on repeat through Deacon’s head—so much time, wasted so much time—dulls to a distant hum. He’d sunk so far into it, he forgot to wonder what might be playing in MacCready’s head. He doesn’t know the words, but he feels the rhythm in every shaky breath that pushes MacCready’s chest against his. He could guess the melody. His hands shift a little where they’re pinned, itching to touch MacCready’s cheek, to smooth the lines along his forehead. To pull him down into another kiss, and distract them both. Instead, at the slightest flex of Deacon’s fingers, MacCready’s hands tighten, and something in his eyes sharpens. 

Deacon stops moving. He knows, suddenly, that whatever they’re hearing, whatever thoughts haunt them both, it’s ending on the same note. 

I can’t lose you.

[bravevolunteer]

... shamefully deletes what i wrote about this being a SHORT post, have my personal highlights/thoughts from reading the preview of the fnaf movie novelization lmao

- he is an idiot and a nerd. “ooohh mike is so scary” “michael is intimidating he’s terrifying” he is EXHAUSTED and OVERSTIMULATED sitting in a mall, he is building a tent with napkins and a paper cup and immediately knocking it down ( extremely normal about the constant theme of alluding to camping by the way ), he is throwing his burrito wrap in the trash like it’s a basketball and thinking “score” before immediately cringing at himself. that’s not scary that’s a homosexual. he’s so boyfailure

- speaking of homosexual he is so gay in this single chapter i’m not even joking. talks about rarely ever getting dates with girls, not really being capable of chivalry or reciprocating when they did, did not pick up on the ice cream shop employee being into him. and yet the only person he mentions really liking being around is jeremiah ( coworker in the mall scene, also yet another jeremy if you catch my drift- ) and offers to buy them both shakes when he’s fucking Broke… mike schmidt i know what you are

- his food was too spicy i am making fun of him for it ( and if i may speak about lowkey reinforcing my… abysmal diet headcanons lmao )

- in this version he first sees the kid he thinks is in danger surrounded by plants and holding a toy…. you will be seeing me on the news

- confirms mike is 25, which as people are pointing out…. would mean garrett was taken in 1987….. okay

- now i haven’t fully elaborated on this yet bc ngl i have never SETTLED on concrete thoughts ( and a lot of traits indicative of this tend to overlap with his severe ptsd ) but oh my god michael and neurodivergent traits real. staring directly at the way he operates socially, the missed social cues, the overstimulation in the mall. things for me to spin around.

- he is so like… clearly upset about his wasted potential. he so DEEPLY wishes he were able to make something of his life ( also makes me think about how, in game michael’s case at least, it also has to do with just being his own person ), thinking about the different opportunities he could’ve taken ( notable thing to me was mentioning liking building things… ), it’s so obvious how stuck and lost he feels yet instead of emphasizing the tragedies in his life as the cause all he blames is HIMSELF. he’s convinced that HE is the root problem that he should be someone different i’m so glad i got the sheer amount of self hatred and guilt with both mikes correct i’m gonna go eat glass now

- with the fountain scene— there are VERY specific descriptions of the blood itself triggering his memory enough to make mike’s thoughts go dark, the novel emphasizes how much it plays a role in his uninhibited reaction which… makes me think. about what specifically not sure but i have ALREADY been considering just how reliable his memories of the day garrett got taken are and this is reinforcing me highly doubting that they are! especially with the way fnaf tends to establish backstories trauma very well could have fucked with what we see of his memory.