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scarlethexelove · 10 months ago

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Our Omega

Pairing: Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5155

Warnings: Smut, Wanda and Nat have a penis, Soft!Nat, Rough!Wanda, Heat, Mating mark, Knotting, Breeding, Someone tries to attack reader but Wanda and Nat stop them, Hints to lactation kink, I really don't think there is much else.

Pt 2

A/n: I really hope this isn't shit. I really liked writing this. Wanda isn't too rough in this one but definitely rougher than Nat. Just sweet alphas who don't treat their sweet Omega like shit.

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The door chimes causing your gaze to lift to the opening door. You’re shocked to see the people walking through the door. The Avengers have just walked through the door of your small bakery. Leading the group is the pack leader along with her mate. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, two alpha’s. The rest of the mostly alpha pack followed close behind. Normally so many alpha’s in an area won’t bother you but with you so close to your heat and being an unmated omega is making it difficult with all of them around. You put on a mask knowing you need to be your best when the most famous people in the world are in your bakery.

With a wide smile you greet the group. “Hi, I’m Y/n. We have a wide array of baked goods for you to choose from. Just let me know what you would like and I’ll get them all ready for you.” Wanda tilts her head looking at you curiously but you just give her soft smile back. Nat is also watching you but you can’t seem to read her. The gaze of both the alpha’s on you causes a light dusting of pink to cover your cheeks. The rest of the group looked around to see what they wanted to eat.

Nat clears her throat. “Everyone wait outside.” She demands the rest. “But I want to look.” Tony whines. Nat turns to look at the rest. “I said wait outside. We will get everyone something.” Nat’s demanding tone has your inner omega wanting to submit causing you to shrink in on yourself. As the rest go to wait outside the two alpha’s turn back to you noticing you’re dropped head and smaller form. “I’m so sorry mega. I thought it would be easier without everyone.”

You wanted to be thankful for what she did but at the same time you need to be able to handle a room full of alpha’s if you want to have a successful business. But you know she just meant well by her actions. You lift your head and give her a small smile. Brushing off your previous distress and ready to help the two women with everything they need.

With less alpha’s in the room their scents invade your senses. One of their scents laced with cinnamon and spices, reminding you of fall. The other smelling of sweet vanilla. Both of their scents are intoxicating already. Both women are very attractive but you know you can’t think like that they are already a mated pair and they probably wouldn’t want an omega like you. So you push it out of your mind and focus on running your business.

“What can I get for you?” You ask the women. They look around for a minute before Nat speaks up. “Two of everything.” You can’t help the look of shock at the woman's order. “A-are you sure?” She gives you a kind smile. “Yes please.” You nod and start moving around to get everything you need. “Of course. I’ll have everything ready for you in a few minutes.” You move around the area gracefully. Throwing in a few extras as you go. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy the Avengers.

You can feel their eyes following you but you are in your groove currently. Once you are done with everything they come up to the counter and Natasha pulls out her wallet. You wave your hands and shake your head. “No, no, no. It’s on the house, my treat. You guys do so much for the city. The least I can do is give you guys some food.” Nat shakes her head back at you. “I’m not sure your boss would like that. Also I insist.” She starts pulling out money ready to pay. “I’m actually the owner so I can give you whatever I want.” You tell the alpha. You would normally never talk back to an alpha, especially an Avenger but you want to get your point across. But neither of them are going to take no for an answer. Wanda takes some money out of Nat’s hands and gives it to you. You look down at the cash and back up at the alpha’s. You can tell by the looks on their faces that they will not take no for an answer. So you look back down at the cash in your hand and gasps. “This is way too much.” In your hand is almost $500 dollars, way more than what it cost to get everything.

Both alpha’s shake their heads. “Keep it. You deserve it.” Wanda says. She has the softest and kindest smile you have ever seen. “I-I-I don’t think I can take this.” You stutter trying to hand some of the money back but neither of them will have it. Wanda takes your hands in hers. “Please take it.” You look at her hands around yours and then back up to her face. A small blush covering your face when you nod. “Okay.” You say barely above a whisper. She smiles before she and Nat take the baked goods, making their way out leaving you shocked.

That is how your friendship with the Avengers started. After that day you saw at least one of them once a week. Sometimes alone and sometimes the whole team would come in. You built a friendship with each member but as they continue to come a crush on the two women formed. They were always so sweet and kind with you. Nat plays up a big persona of being hard and little emotion but you can see right through that facade. Which only makes your crush grow stronger, but you know you can’t act on it. So you leave it at that just a crush.

With the Avengers frequenting your bakery your business picks up exponentially. You had to hire more employees to help you keep up. One of those being your best friend Kate Bishop. You thank the Avengers for their business and the fact they have brought in more customers for you. Always trying to give them free food but none of them ever take it.

Today wasn’t like other days. You had 3 call offs and your heat was quickly approaching. You thought that you had a few more days but as the day drags on you know you won’t make it. You have already called Kate who had the day off hoping she could cover. She of course said she would but it would take her some time to get there. So now you’re fighting your heat and just waiting for her to get here.

The room is filled with alpha's, some of them pausing to look at you. A hungry look in their eyes as they realize what is going on with you. You want to run and hide but you can’t leave the store unattended so you suck it up the best you can. That is until a wave of burning stabbing pain hits your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around your stomach, hunching over as you hold in a whimper. You don’t even hear the ringing of the bell as another patron enters the building. Another stronger wave has you crumbling to the ground, a whimper escaping your lips.

You can now faintly hear a commotion but you can’t focus on the words or voices. You look up seeing an alpha about to jump over the counter when they are pulled back harshly. There is a commanding roar of an alpha that causes you to whine and bare your neck waiting for the alpha to approach. You wish your inner omega was stronger but with your heat here you can’t control it. Two alpha’s approach you quickly crouching down next to you. You let out another whine and strain your neck more.

“Oh milaya, none of that.” Wanda’s hand cups your cheek. Both of their scents invade your senses, calming you down slightly. You can’t help but nuzzle her hand causing her and the other woman to smile at you. A whimper escapes as another wave of pain courses through you. Leaving the women concerned for you. They have been falling for you just as much as you for them but they were worried you wouldn’t like them back or want to be involved with Avengers.

Just then Kate rushes in the door, her eyes scanning the room seeing that there had been a scuffle. Concerned for your safety when she can’t see you. She knows your heat is close, that is until she catches a whiff of your scent. She knows that you have gone into heat and how dangerous it is for you to have been here. She rushes around the counter stopping when she sees you curled in on yourself as Nat and Wanda crouch next to you. Wanda’s hand is still on your cheek. She lets out a growl at the woman. She knows that you aren’t in any danger with them but she instinctively wants to protect you while you’re so vulnerable. Neither of them move their concern only on you.

“Kate, we are here to help. We don’t want to hurt her.” Nat speaks calmly to the other omega. Kate looks from them back to you. She can see you, how you're trying to nuzzle in further to Wanda. She lets out a sigh. “Sorry alpha.” She puts her head down. Becoming part of the Avengers pack as Yelena’s omega has gotten her close to them and she didn’t want to disrespect the pack leader. “It’s ok. I know you are only trying to protect your friend.” Nat moves closer to you leaning down and moving to pick you up. She acts slowly to give you the chance to pull away but you don’t. It makes the woman smile as she picks you up. You quickly wrap yourself tightly around her and nuzzle into her scent gland. Breathing in her cinnamon scent that calms you.

“I think we will take her to the compound, she will be safe there. I don’t trust that after those alphas coming after her that she will be safe. They could easily follow her home.” Nat speaks to both Wanda and Kate. They both nod in agreement. “Kate, do you have this here?” Nat asks as she holds you closer to her. “Yeah I think I got this.” Kate replies before the door chimes. All three women go on defense growling at the scent of another alpha but all calm when they realize who it is. Kate’s mate Yelena struts through the door holding up her hands in surrender to the three as you whimper in Nat’s arms.

Yelena smirks at the older alpha when she sees you in her arms, wrapped tightly around the woman like a koala. Nat rolls her eyes when she sees how her sister is looking at her. “Lena!” Kate says bouncing over to her and throwing her arms around her neck pecking her lips. Yelena’s hands placed firmly on Kate’s hips. “Yel help Kate out here we are taking Y/n to the compound. Some alphas attacked so maybe help her clean up a bit.” Yelena looks around at the mess brows furrowed as Nat speaks. That is until she catches your sweet scent. Instantly understanding your predicament and understanding why the three were growling at her as she came in the door.

“Please be careful you two.” Wanda tells the alpha and her omega, handing Kate some money. Kate looks at the money and then back up to Wanda confused. “For damages.” Wanda explains. Kate is about to argue back about that but the look Wanda gives her tells her there is no room for that. She is second in command of the pack and will not take no for an answer. So Kate gives her a nod moving to start cleaning up the place, Yelena helping her mate clean as the two women leave with you.

Once the alphas get you to the compound they take you to the spare bedroom next to theirs not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might have. It has been hard for them to fight their inner alphas to not to just claim you as theirs. You’re currently wrapped around Wanda tightly as she walks into the room. She goes to put you on the bed but you don’t let go. “Malyshka can you let go?” She asks softly, but your only response is to shake your head and whine. Being in their arms is the most comfort you have had in a long time dulling the ache.

So the women decide to take you into their own room. If it provides you the comfort you need they will take the suffering to make you feel even the slightest bit better. Wanda sits down on the bed with you still wrapped around her. Your head in her neck as you let her scent drown out your senses. Nat walked away from the two of you for a few minutes before coming back. In her arms is a plethora of blankets. She sets them on the bed next to Wanda. “Detka?” She crouches down in front of you two and says softly. “Can you please come out? I brought you blankets for a nest.” Her voice is still soft, watching you for any movement.

Slowly you pull your head out, eyes landing on the pile. You hesitantly move not wanting to leave the comfort of the alpha but your inner omega is telling you to build your nest. “Thank you Nat.” You whisper, taking the blankets and moving to a corner of the room. It has been a losing battle to fight your inner omega who just craves the women. But you don’t want to overstep too much so you build your nest in the corner. You crawl into it moving things around till you’re comfortable.

Being around the alphas has dulled your pain. It is still there but in less intense waves, but the slick has increased. You can now feel it coating your thighs. The two have watched you intently, hard uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. It isn’t until your small voice breaks the silence in the room that they break from the trance. “Alphas?” You whimper. The women quickly move over to you concerned that something could be wrong. You look up to them with tears in your eyes, scared to ask anything more of them but craving their comfort.

Wanda’s hand gently cups your face, her thumb rubbing over your cheek gently. “Yes, omega. Do you need anything?” Wanda’s softness makes you purr as you nuzzle. “Please stay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they hear you. The women share a look before they agree. Nat gets in front of you which you instantly cuddle into her side, your head instinctively nuzzling into her neck. Wanda slots herself behind you. Both of them cuddle you tightly.

Nat notices it instantly, your warm slick slowly coating her thigh. You start grinding against her thigh. Your brain is not even registering it until you let out a soft moan. A look of panic crossing your face when you realize what you are doing. “I-I-I’m sorry.” You try to pull away but their arms wrapping around you tightly keeps you in place. “What do you need mega?” Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles. You let out another whine at her words wanting to beg them to use you, breed you, mark you, to become their mate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, sweet girl.” Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there.

You look up to the woman in front of you. “I want you, both of you.” You whisper. They are both slightly shocked but not entirely due to your recent actions. Nat’s hand cups your cheek. “Are you sure? This isn’t just your heat?” You shake your head no at her words. “Wanted you for a while. Didn’t think you wanted me. I’m nothing special.” You look down out of embarrassment waiting for the rejection, but it doesn’t come. Nat’s finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up at her. She gently kisses your lips before pulling back your breaths mingling together in the open space. “We want you too, and you are special. You are the most kind and gentle person we have ever met.”

It’s so quick that you don’t even notice. Wanda’s arms are removed from you and Nat has pushed you on your back hovering over you. “If you want us to stop or you change your mind you can tell us.” Nat tells you gently pecking your lips. “Are you sure you want this mega?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head. “We need words pretty girl.” You look at Wanda who is laying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Want you.” Was the only words that slipped past your lips. In an instant with red whisps all of your clothes are gone. You look at Wanda a bit shocked, a smirk playing on her lips.

Soon the alphas' clothes soon follow. Their rock hard cocks springing free of their confines. You feel Nat’s slap against your stomach causing you to look down. Your eyes widen at her sheer size wondering how she will fit. Your eyes then trail to Wanda. She looks even bigger than Nat, not by much but a noticeable difference. You can feel more of your slick coating your thighs as you whine.

Nat kisses your head as her hand guides her cock to your folds. Swiping through them coating herself in your arousal, her tip nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a moan as she keeps nudging. When she is satisfied, she moves the tip down to your entrance, looking at you for your confirmation that you're still ok. When you give her a nod, she slowly starts to push in. Slowly sinking her cock into your wet and warm cunt.

“Fuck so tight.” Nat moans as your walls clamp around her member. You’re so thankful for your heat, your slick allowing her to slip in easily. You wrap your legs around her waist as she sinks in further. When her thighs meet your ass you gasp at the fullness. You’ve never felt this full in your life and it feels so right.

Nat gives you some time to adjust to the stretch fighting her inner alpha to just pound into you mercilessly. Wanda turns your head leaning in to kiss you. Her hands reach between your bodies as she finds your breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaking your nipples causing you to moan in her mouth distracting you from the fact that Nat has pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Her pace is slow at first just getting used to you. You feel so good and she doesn’t want to cum too early.

When Nat feels like she can, her pace quickens. She fucks into you gently, her thrust deep as she angle just right. Hitting your spot deep inside. Wanda’s mouth is still on yours as she swallows all of your moans. Enjoying your full breast in her hands, groping at pinching her nipples as her mate fucks into you.

You don’t expect the alpha to be so gentle as she fucks you but it feels so good from her. Her caring and soft side showed through with every thrust of her hips. She leans up grabbing your hips watching as her cock disappears into your hole. Entranced by your sweet scent and how you take her so well. How your hips buck into her to meet her thrust trying to get her that much deeper. The outline of her cock bulging from your skin, she presses down and a loud moan is escaping you. She looks back up to watch as Wanda devours you, catching every whimper and moan until you can’t keep up anymore.

“So pretty and made for us. Taking me so well.” Nat praises you. “So perfectly wrapped around my cock squeezing me so tight. Fuck.” She moans when you clench. Your panting, eyes closed as your orgasm builds. One of Wanda’s hands drifting down between both of your bodies finding your bundle of nerves pinching it between her fingers. You cry out in pleasure and pain as she continues. Both women bring you so close to the edge. Your walls squeezing Nat tight, her grunts and moans filling your ears. Her knot starts to form hitting against your entrance, just begging to fill you.

Wanda’s hand continues toying with your clit as Nat drives her hips into you. Your legs are slightly shaking around Nat’s hips. She leans back down the more her knot swells. You're both close to cumming. She kisses your scent gland sending small waves of pleasure. Her hips become more erratic when her knot fully forms. Slamming against your entrance. With a few more thrust her knot pops in and her teeth sink into your neck. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. She marks you claiming you as her omega. Filling you with her cum as your back arches. Grinding into you as white hot ropes of cum fill you. Your cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her knot, milking her dry. She lets your neck go and licks your wound clean. You look up at her curious and hopeful eyes. She smiles and leans her head giving you access to the opposite side from where Wanda bit. You lean up sinking your teeth in her scent gland. She moans out and you don’t know how it is possible but you can feel a few more spurts of cum filling you. Which just causes you to moan around her bite. You release her and lick it clean just as she had done for you.

You’re both panting, Nat’s knot locking you together until it deflates. Wanda’s hands move away giving you two a chance to bond. Nat takes the time to gently move you both so that you are on your side. You feel the bond growing strong as you bask in the aftermath. She gently kisses your lips before leaning her forehead against yours. The room is silent until you break it. “Thank you.” You whisper between you two. Nat smiles. “No need to thank me detka. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” The three of you laugh. It’s funny how you all wanted each other but none of you thought the other would. “Me too.” You smile, your breath still heavy between you two.

When Nat’s knot finally deflates she removes herself from you. You let out a whimper at the lost feeling empty as your mixed cum leaks out of you. Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles against the naked skin. “My turn malyshka. I want you to ride me.” You look back at her, your eyes wide. “I-I’ve never.” You stutter a little having never ridden anyone before. She kisses your shoulder again. “That’s ok detka. You’re going to look so beautiful bouncing on my cock.”

You feel Wanda shift as she lays on her back. You turn yourself to look at her. She has her hands behind her head and her cock standing proud. You don’t know how she was so patient when you look at her cock. Her tip is angry red and pre-cum has leaked all down her shaft. Her hand moves to wrap around and gently jerk herself. She had wanted to save all of her cum for you to fill you even fuller than you already were. You hesitate for a moment before getting up and shifting. Throwing your leg over her hips hovering over her cock. Her hand is firmly around her cock lining it up with your entrance. You look at her for a second when she gives you a reassuring smile. You give her a small smile before you start to slowly sink down on her.

Wanda moves her hand back behind her head as she watches you sink down. “Fuck your right Natty. So fucking tight. Fuck even after you fucked her she is tight.” You blush at her words, finally sitting fully in her lap. You didn’t think you could feel this full. Both of them fit you so perfectly like they were made just for you.

You grind your hips experimentally, the movement causing you and Wanda to moan. You can see the cocky smirk on her face as she waits for you to fuck yourself on her cock. “Fuck I can feel both of your cums leaking all over my cock.” She bucks her hips up, enticing you to move. You groan, taking her hint as you lift yourself up before slamming yourself down. You set a slow and steady pace as you figure out your moments. Bringing yourself up before dropping back down. Wanda enjoys the sight of your breast bouncing every time you sink back down.

But your pace is a bit slow for the woman. “Ride me like you mean it detka. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.” You whimper, nodding your head and picking up the pace. Bouncing on her cock and grinding your hips when you meet her pelvis. The sight in front of her is perfect as the perfect omega rides her. Even at this angle Wanda can see a perfect outline of her cock filling your tight hole. Moaning knowing that you're so full of her and that she is going to fill you even more.

Whimpers and moans fill the room as you continue to fuck yourself on her cock. Soon you feel hands on your waist as Nat moves closer to you two she helps guid you quicker on fucking her mate. Wanda’s hands moving to your plush thighs digging her fingers into the soft flesh. Starting to buck her hips up to meet you. Fucking you harder than Nat did.

“Such a whore for us already. Taking our fat cocks in your tight little hole. Look at that.” Wanda presses her hand down hard on the bulge that appears on your lower abdomen. You cry out from the pleasure and her words, looking down to see her cock moving inside of you. Your walls clench her tightly at the sights. “Oh fuck you like that don’t you little whore. Love being fucked by your alpha’s.” Wanda’s moans, her words a stark contrast to Nat’s praises. She is rougher with her thrusts. Showing a different side to each woman.

Nat turns your head towards her and kisses you hungrily. Wanda sits up planting her feet and thrusting up hard and rough. You love the difference between the two. A gentle Nat and a rougher Wanda. It turns you on immensely more slick coating Wanda’s cock the harder she drives her hips up into you. Nat still helping you fuck yourself down on her cock.

“Such a perfect cock drunk whore for us. So pretty being our little cum dump, just for us to use.” With every word that Wanda speaks it sends you closer to the edge, your walls clamping down on her. You don’t know how she can keep her rough pace as your walls suffocate her cock. She moans as your walls tighten, her knot forming and pressing against your entrance begging to slip in. Wanda nibbles at your perky nipples. “Want to be bred full of our cum? Fill you with our pups?” You moan into Nat’s mouth mumbling a yes.

“These tits would look so perfect, full of milk, your belly swollen with our pups.” She bites down on your nipple causing you to break the kiss from nat and cry out. “Mmm.” You whimper, her thrust becoming erratic as your knot fully forms. Nat lets your waist go and Wanda wraps her arms around you thrusting up harder and faster. You didn’t think she could go any harder or faster but it has you moaning louder. Your arms tightly wrapped around her as your nails dig into her back causing her to moan at the sting.

Wanda moves her head to the other side of your neck biting into your other scent gland as her knot slips inside locking you two together. You scream out and throw your head back as your vision blurs, cumming harder than you ever have before. Wanda’s cum joins Nat’s deep inside you filling the void and feeding the desires of your inner omega. Your whole body trembles in her hold as your bond forms. She pulls away, licking your wound. She lets you take the side opposite of Nat’s mark cementing your bond to both women. Small spurts of cum still fill you as Wanda grinds helping you both to ride out your highs.

When you come down your rigid body slumps into Wanda nuzzling into her neck. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the side of your head. Her fingers gently rubbing at your back. Your arms loosely wrapped around her exhaustion taking over as you close your eyes.

“Are you ok sweet girl?” Wanda questions kissing your head again. You hum in response, throat raw from your previous actions. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” You could hear the concern in her voice. So you pull back a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, it was perfect. Both of you.” Your voice is hoarse. You look back at Nat who pecks your lips. You would think that Nat would be jealous of how your body reacted to Wanda but all you can see is the love in her eyes. The stark contrast between the two is something you already love. How gentle Nat praising you as she fucked into you and how Wanda was rougher degrading you.

When Wanda’s knot deflates they both help you up on wobbly legs taking you to a warm bath and cleaning you up. Your heat subsiding for the moment, a relief you thought you would never have. You’re all now cuddled up in your nest, your head on Nat’s chest, Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes droop shut as exhaustion from the day's events gets to you. If someone had told you that you would end up being the omega mate to two Avengers you would have laughed in their face but right now wrapped up with them is all you could have ever wished for. The love of two powerful and amazing alphas and they are all yours. “I love you two.” You mumble so close to sleep. Both women were smiling. “We love you too.” Wanda kisses your shoulder and Nat kisses your head. “Our omega.”

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cherrychilli · 1 year ago

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18+

Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, friends to lovers, mentions of nudity, brief mention of masturbation (m). Basically, Eddie finds you sleeping naked in his bed.

A/N: Idk I've had this idea in my head for too long now and I need to exorcise it out of me with this little drabble or I'll never be able to get on with my life.

Forest Hills trailer park wasn't your usual stop after clocking out of work but after the day you’ve had you don’t have it in you to wait for the next bus back to your apartment. Your place is 30 minutes away but the journey is sure to take even longer in the current downpour.

Staying over at the trailer wasn't anything new. A spare key was entrusted to you years ago and you made use of it on days like this to crash at Eddie’s for convenience sake. The key came with the promise that you were welcome to anything you needed even if both Eddie and Wayne were away – shower, food, an extra change of clothes, what have you, and you needed them all today.

With Wayne out of town for a few days and Eddie due back in two hours you sink into auto pilot, weary down to the bone from your shift. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel as weird as it probably should when you started to undress in their kitchenette, hanging your work clothes over the back of a nearby chair, rummaging through the fridge in your bra and panties for a quick bite to eat before heading for the shower.

There wasn’t much in it besides beer since Wayne hadn’t been around to stock it. Eddie always preferred ordering take out over getting groceries – something you were going to nag him for again when you had the strength to do so.

Cereal it would have to be.

You located a box inside one of the cupboards, tipping the wheaty, sugary contents straight into your mouth without bothering with a bowl and spoon. It’s not lost on you how similarly you’re acting to Eddie right down to the unruly state of half undress, wiping crumbs off your lips with the back of your hand. If you finished off with a belch it'd be like he never left the trailer this morning.

The messy mouthfuls of cereal prove enough to silence the toad’s croak of hunger that'd been gurgling noisily inside your belly, putting the box away.

Traipsing through, feet dragging, you threw your clothes into the washer next along with your underwear, completely nude now in the Munson trailer as you made your way to the shower – but not before reaching out for Eddie's Garfield mug that sat on a nearby shelf, turning it around so that the cartoon cat's lazy smirk no longer faced you. For your modesty.

You try to keep the shower brisk, not wanting to use up all the hot water but with the way it sprays down on your aching body, the steam and heat combo soothing your poor sore muscles, it’s so blissful that you have to keep yourself from nodding off right there.

You did make use of Eddie’s body wash, some spicy, woodsy smelling thing in a jet-black bottle but you didn't dare use the two in one shampoo that sat in their shower caddy. It might have worked fine for Eddie and his wild mane but you knew better than to apply the stuff to your own hair. Fortunately, experience had taught you to carry a travel sized bottle filled with your own shampoo whenever you stayed over, working over your locks in a lather scented with cranberries and vanilla.

Stamina depleting by the second, toweling off and brushing your teeth takes the last sliver of energy out of you. Eyelids slipping, movements sluggish, limbs feeling too heavy for your own body to hold up – you’re shutting down whether you like it or not.

Dropping the damp towel on his bedroom floor, you intended to change, you really did. You’d even picked out one of Eddie’s washed t-shirts and a pair of boxers out of the laundry and set them down at the foot of the bed to put on before you made yourself comfortable but that’s not what happened.

Still nude, you crawl into bed, seeking warmth and soft comfort, numbed down to a kind of tunnel vision with rest being your one and only goal.

It feels all the more natural because you’re used to sleeping naked in your own bed, much too tired to remember that you’re not in your bed, draping a blanket that doesn't belong to you over your spent body, surrendering to sleep seconds after your head hits the pillow.

It'd still been raining when Eddie returns later. Dragging himself through the trailer, nearly as worn down as you had been, shaking the excess water out of his hair like a dog trying to get dry.

The smell of your shampoo still lingering in the air tells him you're there, finding you curled up in his bed, all bundled up to your neck. The sight makes him smile.

It doesn't take too long for him to join you, following a similar routine – a quick bite with the addition of a beer and then a shower, only he doesn't skip out on clothing himself in his PJ's first.

If he’d shared the blanket with you he might have found out about your lack of dress sooner but as the gentleman that he can sometimes be, he pulls out a spare blanket from the closet so as to not wake you, prolonging the discovery. Being friends for so long meant that sharing a bed was never awkward even after you'd became adults.

That was until the next morning came.

It’s not the stream of morning light brightening from a cool blue to a warm amber peeking in between the curtains that wakes Eddie, or even the tinny smack of his neighbor’s broken screen door gusting open just a few feet away from his bedroom window. It’s the warmth of your ass pressed flush against his crotch and his nose nestled in your sweet-smelling hair that pulls him out of a dream he wont be able to recall later if he tried.

He shifts closer, eyes cracking open, remembering the tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the bathroom counter. Remembering the new toothbrush placed in the cup next to his own. Remembering the powder blue towel that neither he nor Wayne ever used laying on his bedroom floor.

And then he remembers that he’s not alone.

Oh...

And then he wishes that he was.

Panic snaps up like a beartrap around Eddie when he realizes he's hard – his thick, throbbing erection pressed right up against your body.

Growing clammy, cold sweat beads on the back of his neck but he’s in luck because you haven’t noticed yet, still sound asleep.

This close together, he knows the slightest movement could rouse you. But what was the alternative? Wait it out? Hope to hell his boner goes away? Fat fucking chance. Not when the soft swell of your ass and your body heat alone had him questioning how he could ever go back to his calloused fist after this.

Carefully, desperately, he tries to inch back without waking you but just as he feared, you begin to stir. Your back arches instinctively, seeking out his warm, solid frame even in your sleep.

Shit shit shit.

The covers slip as you shift, your bare shoulders coming into view, eyes starting to flutter open. With no other option, Eddie swiftly rolls on to his back, his hard on no longer pressed up against you but the problem persists.

“Oh, morning”, you greet him through a yawn, pulling an arm out to rub at your eyes, blanket slipping lower but the frantic boy hasn’t noticed yet, too busy whipping his pillow out from under him to place over his lap.

“Uh-hey. Shower’s free if you wanna go first”, he offers quickly, smiling hard, hoping to subtly usher you out because he's too afraid to get up and risk you getting a load of the tent in his pants if he were to go ahead of you.

“Thanks”, you yawn again, still occupied with rubbing at your sleepy eyes to notice your best friend's pale face turning beet fucking red in an instant as you clamber out of bed, blankets no longer concealing you.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes dart everywhere, every bare inch of you on display. So much soft, naked skin it’s making him short circuit.

His gaze eagerly travels over the slope of your breasts as they jiggle gently with your movements, taking in your soft nipples, moving down over your belly and hips, noticing a few new freckles and beauty marks there along the way to the soft curls between your legs.

His erection digs into the pillow, brain dangerously close to fizzing because he’d been pressed up against you like that all night and not even known it.

A shiver works its way through you, making you question why it feels so drafty in his room all of a sudden. You turn back to ask Eddie if there’s anything wrong with the heating, catching the shocked expression on his face.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of your nude body, breasts bare, no underwear. It's a good thing the occupants of the trailer park liked to mind their own business, even if sometimes you thought they did so to a fault because in any other neighborhood your piercing screech would have had everyone within earshot dialing up the cops.

The scream ricochets off the walls at an ear ringing volume, causing Eddie to jolt and lose his balance, falling out of bed while you leapt back in. Grabbing his spare pillow, you press one half against your chest and squeeze the rest between your thighs to shield yourself.

Now he slaps his hands over his eyes.

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More than anything, you try so hard to push it aside. To pretend that it hadn't happened but it looms over you like a cloud on the brink of bursting with rain.

After three whole days of walking around eggshells around each other it's Eddie who breaks first.

"I can't stand this I don't know what else to do, Can we just talk about it please?"

“Eddie…", you sigh, a gentle warning.

"So what if I saw you naked? you saw my boner!...sort of. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly make us even but it has to count for something, right? you're not alone in this"

You immediately set your wide eyes on the only other patrons in the diner to see if they’d overheard – two older women swapping pictures of their grandchildren over coffee and cheesecake. When neither of them take a pause in the middle of cooing about little Tommy's third Birthday or little Emily's first day of Kindergarten you redirect your attention back to Eddie.

“Eddie! Keep your voice down!”, you whisper shout at him from across the booth. "There are literal grandmother's here!"

He rolls his eyes. Not mean spirited, just unconcerned by the ladies and what they may or may not have overheard.

And then, even though no one’s paying either of you any attention, you lean closer over your half-finished key lime pie, one hand shielding the side of your face like you’re trying to avoid getting recognized by an ex who’s just walked in.

"I'm so embarrassed...please can we just drop it?", you plead, voice hushed.

He gives you this look of mild incredulity. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me", and the inflection in his tone almost gives him away, prompting him to double back immediately.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel more uncomfortable than you already do. So he doesn't need you to catch on that he's got every moment of your unintended strip tease memorized. Or that he likes to replay what he's since thought of as the best 10 seconds of his life over and over again when he's fucking his fist in the shower.

“I just mean that it's nothing to be embarrassed by. It could have happened to anyone. Who among us hasn’t napped in just their birthday suit before, am I right?” he finishes with a slight wince, knowing none of this is exactly helpful.

And you know he’s only trying to be nice in his own, sweet, bumbling way but you still feel terrible.

"I don't know if I can shake this feeling", you cast your eyes down, looking too close to despondent for his liking.

"Listen I- I don't know how to fix this but I want to. Please just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, okay?"

God, he's sweet and it makes you feel a little flustered being on the receiving end of that gentle stare, needing to shift the mood lest you drown in all that earnestness pooling in his eyes.

It's moments like this that call for a bad joke to cut the tension, right? some momentary and well meaning deflection before you're ready to address the matter at hand again.

Letting out a half hearted laugh, you make your best attempt to inject some humor into the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe it might help if you got naked too", you nervously scraped your fork against the buttery graham cracker crust of your pie, dislodging a few golden crumbs.

It was so very clearly a joke. At least you had thought so. Eddie? not so much.

His brown eyes go wide, looking scandalized, his voice coming out a little more quite than you're used to.

"What?"

"I mean, I showed you mine after all", you tried again in a cadence that was wholly unserious but once again, he fails to catch on.

"You want me to get naked for you?"

You should correct him and you mean to but before you're able to do just that, something about the way he's staring at you makes you want to match his seriousness. The fact that he didn't say no right away strikes you as weirdly intriguing.

"You don't have to", you clarify, adding, "It's just that – well, you asked and I think it could maybe help? to really get us on even ground?”

The words that come out don't feel like you own – foreign to your ears even though they're said in your voice, with your own lips forming them and your own tongue curling around every syllable.

What the hell am I doing?

Eddie pauses. Seconds drag on like nails on a chalkboard as he taps a ringed finger thoughtfully on the edge of his empty plate smudged with faint traces of cream cheese and lime zest.

"Fine. On one condition", he leans back, arms crossing over his chest, smiling wide and megawatt bright.

Oh my god is this really happening?

“...Yeah?”

"You're going to undress me"

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Part two? who knows. Certainly not I.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader

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m00nl1ghts1vt · 14 days ago

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"Babe?" Chris's voice echoes thru the apartment, followed by the front door closing behind him. Flipping the heavy comforter back, you pull yourself to your feet, stumbling out of his bedroom. The hardwood floors felt cold on the bottoms of your feet as you made your way to the kitchen, knowing that’s where he’d be. "Jiffy peanut butter, kosher dill pickles, Mcdonalds french fries, and a vanilla ice cream cone," he names off the list of food items you texted him on his way home.

Chris got his license a few weeks ago, making it a lot easier for him to get the frequent cravings your baby urged upon you throughout the days. Before he’d always rely on Matt or he’d take your car and risk it, not wanting you to drive when you were vomiting every half hour. You let out a sigh of relief once he tells you he got everything you wanted, the ice cream and fries were the only thing your baby allowed you to eat, but recently you’d had a hankering for pickles and peanut butter. "Thank you. Beans been wanting these since last night," you hum, tiptoeing to press a kiss to his lips. Chris leans into the kiss before placing a hand on your belly, "whatever he wants. I know all you can keep down is fries and ice cream, so I got extra," he admits, digging a hand into the mcdonalds bag, and taking out a few fries to shove into his mouth. You make your way to the silverware drawer, pulling out two spoons and a butter knife, quickly making your way back to him to take a spot on one of the barstools at the island.

You watch as Chris pulls one item after the other out of the bag - a half pint of vanilla ice cream, kosher dill pickles, and jiffy peanut butter. Next, moving to the McDonald’s bags, he had clearly got extra for his brothers. Not being able to wait any longer, you fumble with the lid of the pickle jar, desperately trying to open it. Chris bites back a smile at your impatientness, "chill, kid. I’ll get it in a second, geez," he chuckles while his hands are still busy separating the orders. His response makes you huff and sit back in your seat, placing a hand over your belly as you realize Bean was doing somersaults at the smell of McDonald’s french fries, or maybe it was cause your baby’s dad was around. It was very evident that anytime Chris was near, your baby was very active. It didn’t matter if he was touching or talking to your belly, or if he was just simply next to you. His cologne always being a dead giveaway for baby bean to start the bullshit, flipping and kicking you relentlessly until you were uncomfortable.

You were excited how fast paced your pregnancy was going. You were eighteen weeks in, nearly half way thru your second trimester and your pregnancy. Even though your morning sickness was just now letting up, the anticipation thickened in your gut by the day. The thought of having your baby in your arms was becoming more and more real.

In the beginning, you had a hard time wrapping your head around the idea of you being someone’s mother. You and Chris’s relationship was progressing fast, and he seemed to be on his best behavior, knowing how he was in the past made you uneasy about how he’d do once the baby was here, but only time could tell. You were just grateful you weren’t going thru these difficult nine months alone.

Nick walks around the corner, messy haired and sleepy eyed. You watch as he pulls open the fridge door, grabbing a drink, turning to you and Chris, "what is today?" he asks, gesturing towards the ingredients placed on the counter. You groan in annoyance, it irritated you that you didn’t have control over your own appetite, "I’m not sure yet. Either pickles and peanut butter or ice cream and French fries again," you hold out the pickle jar to him and he takes it willingly, popping it open with one easy twist of his wrist, and handing it back to you. "Thank you," you mouth before flipping the lid off to fish out a pickle.

"Impatient ass," Chris teases, sucking his teeth playfully. "You were taking forever," you mumble as you open the peanut butter jar, tearing the paper seal off, and dipping your pickle into it. Chris and Nick watch you in disgust as you chop down on the pickle. You let a satisfied moan erupt from your lungs as the crunch of the pickles mix with the thick, sticky peanut butter, making baby bean thrash around as soon as the mixture hits your taste buds. "Yup," you cover your mouth as you talk, pointing at the peanut butter, "this is it," feeling accomplished you finally satisfied the pregnancy craving you had since last night. You felt relieved that you and the baby were finally agreeing with something other than fries and vanilla ice cream.

"That’s foul. Your kid like pickles, it’s gonna be a fucking menace," Nick jokes as he scrunches his face. His comment earns a shit-eating grin from Chris, and you shrug your shoulders, not caring about your disgusting food concoction. There was no way you’d be eating this if there wasn’t a little being inside of you telling you that you needed it. You dip the pickle again, and Chris speaks up before you can take another bite, "let me try."

You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised that he was even asking. He didn’t even like pickles. "Chris, if you try that I’m literally going to puke," Nick chimes in, slapping a hand over his mouth as he watches Chris take a peanut butter covered pickle from you, "I don’t know. She makes it look good, man," Chris says as he eyeballs the savory goodness nervously, looking at you for confirmation. You shrug, "you probably won’t like it if you don’t like pickles," telling him before taking a few french fries from the meal he placed in front of you moments earlier.

You look over at Nick, he was already plotting on his next works, a smirk laid on thick across his lips, “no balls.” Chris furrows his brows at his brother, “I have balls. My girlfriends pregnant,” he shoots back, leaning towards you. "Not enough hair on to take a bite of that nasty ass -" Nick's words come to a halt as Chris chops down on the pickle, "oh my god. Chris, you’re disgusting!” You watch as Chris’s face contorts with repulsion, laughing with Nick as tosses it down on the counter, gagging while he runs to the trash can to spit it out, "think m’gonna be sick," he calls out before making his way back to the counter to take a drink of his Pepsi, "yea I’ll stick with the fries and ice cream."

"Yea, good plan," you tell him, patting his back before fishing out another pickle to dip.

Wc - 1186

An - Back with another one, Baby Bean has only let sweetheart!Reader keep ice cream and mcdonalds french fries down (obvi cause its Chris's kids) but pickles dipped in peanut butter have recently been added to the menu 😭 Doing the gender reveal soon! <3

-Send me asks about sweetheart!Reader & babydaddy!Chris

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sweetvanilla222 · 9 days ago

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Pick A Fragrance ୨୧₊˚ʚ ;

messages from your higher self <3

you can pick based on appearance of the perfume bottle, or the notes which i will put below ♡ these fragrances are all by Le Monde Gourmand

pile 1 ~ thé matcha (notes: fig, cedar, matcha tea, bitter orange, vetiver)

pile 2 ~ chai épicé (notes: violet, fig, musk, lily of the valley, blonde woods)

pile 3 ~ fraise fouettée (notes: strawberry, banana, california orange, butter, heliotrope, coconut water, sugar, vanilla)

pile 1 - thé matcha

hello hello hellooooo. i got a feeling from your higher self that you're a bouncy person. i heard "free-looking" but also free-feeling. carefree kind of person. i'm getting taurus & sagittarius energy (could be significant placements or the house that they fall under in your astrology chart is calling your attention right now! for example, if you're a taurus rising, your higher self would be calling attention to your first house of identity, appearance, self-expression & such). if this resonates, it's extra confirmation that this is for you. i will also pull some paper slips with keywords for extra extra info <3

keywords: searcher & finder (got the message that you're a searcher/you spend lots of time searching but in a fulfilling sense), weekend, sequence, between the lines, triangle symbol (fire, so i'm getting you have a prominent fire placement), missing puzzle piece, "follow ♥︎", illusion, "full?", in the zone

cards: 7 of swords, 2 of swords, the world, page of cups

something your higher self is drawing your attention to is being more strategic when it comes to attaining something. to be more straightforward and honest with yourself. let's say you've been feeling lazy about getting a job but when you see, then fully accept that you have a Need to fulfill, you start to plan out how to attain that goal. you start with your resume, you pretty and polish it up, you create a profile, you start looking for jobs you'd be willing to work at. that's just an example of course, but something about getting real with yourself and getting organized as a result. your higher self is encouraging you very much and also protecting the situation for you. i definitely think they're being loud and clear about it, so if you've been seeing a lot of sings or been called to many readings recently, or been thinking heavily about a change you can make, that's them reaching out! "devote and dedicate yourself to what's important to you". you could be passionate about many things and have many goals but there's something here about re-prioritizing and organizing yourself so you don't overwhelm yourself with goals. take it step by step, one day at a time. just organize your thoughts, take the time to get to the root of your current needs. your higher self is highly recommending you to be decisive right now. and it'll be easier to make decisions once you organize yourself.

the way your higher self is seeing you right now is with pride. you are already so accomplished and maybe don't fully realize Just How Accomplished you are. not to the extent. so they want you to give yourself credit. compare your current self to a past version of yourself that wasn't as wise and didn't have as many tools, and you'll start to recognize just how many things you have done. you've overcome so much and your higher self is like "that's my girl" kind of vibe. you don't have to be a girl of course but it's that kind of feeling of a parent watching a child grow and gently guiding them towards success but really that child is doing so well on their own. but you can rely on them fully (your higher self). they want you to know they're always there for you and that you're so strong! also if you're into travel, they want you to know that you'll be able to do so much of it in your life, and that they'll protect you. "the biggest blessing you're receiving is that you're gonna start to get your shit together and take over the world" lol.

with lots of love, what they're working on and "crafting" up for you right now is: a new learning venture, a new passion/interest/love, an opportunity. take all of those as they resonate.

channeled songs: whenever, wherever by shakira, illusion by aespa, drip by izna, illusion by ateez, bus by travis

pile 2 - chai épicé

omg HIIII i got a burst of energy for this pile omg. i couldn't even spell LOL. okay. getting a cozy energy from this group like you could be a lover of comfort and all things mellow and relaxing. don't think you enjoy heavy and unpleasant media, which is some interesting wording so maybe you have a nice and adequate vocabulary or you're the kind of person that remains graceful in hard situations even if you're feeling quite intensely about something. i'm getting peaceful, pacifist, but strong vibes from you. your higher self really praises this because i think you've gone through quite an array of difficult experiences but you remain charming, kind, and loving. i just heard "i shed a tear", like i'm picturing your higher self and i think another guide of yours? perhaps an angel, or a "motherly" kind of spirit. definitely a feminine spirit. if saints resonate with you, i do feel that as well. you're definitely being commended for the person that you are. these are all intuitively channeled so far.

keywords: cheer up! signs, bad (i thought of bad, bad, bad by LANY), tell me, journey, set me free, zone, beauty, butterfly

cards: ace of pentacles, 6 of swords, king of cups, 4 of wands

first of all, your higher self is once again commending you for being the way you are. you are very balanced and well-rounded, seeing as we got an earth card, an air card, a water card, and a fire card. you have all the elements within you! and truthfully, we all do, but there's a tendency to lean into some elements more than others. you have the balance. you seem to really alchemize in your life and take in things that are important and necessary to you, leave out the rest, and create beauty. you spread it. i was also hearing that you're the kind of person that people talk about to their friends like. you make good impressions on others quite often. and you are respected. right now, your higher self is calling your attention to keeping your eyes peeled for some sort of promotion/upgrade. if you've been working on a project, they really want you to put it out there and do it your own way. there's a prosperous result on the horizon for you. so pay attention to any creative ideas, inspiration, and epiphanies that come your way! document them! clouds and hanging flowers could be positive signs that an idea of yours will come into bloom or have a very wonderful outcome <3 if you're interested in chakra work, i would suggest doing crown chakra activities/exercises during this time (feel free to look some up!) but yes, your higher self is saying to definitely move towards any creative endeavors right now. there are soooo many possibilities. a book that has really TRULY been super insightful to me as a writer and creative is "the creative act: a way of being" by rick rubin. if you're called to that, please please look into it! ♡

some blessings that your higher self is working on for you at this time are: a good support system, connection, compassion, important (& beautiful) gatherings, wish fulfillment (significant steps that you're taking in the 3D and 5D towards dreams of yours are shaping up into the physical and getting closer to you), celebrations (i also heard congratulations) 🎊🎂

i'm super duper excited for u and i think you're doing wonderfully. if you believe in fairytale endings, i do think that kind of energy is absolutely meant for you. things are happening pile 2!!!! keep movin' <3

channeled songs: bad, bad, bad by lany, any songs that have the keywords i mentioned at the beginning of your reading, such as "butterfly", congratulations by day6.

thank u for being here 🎀

pile 3 - fraise fouettée

welcome in, welcome in ♡ getting such a sweet vibe from this pile. magical. pink. if this isn't how you see yourself, maybe your higher self embodies that kind of pink, light, fluffy energy. i'm getting you could be really into pinterest, collaging, scrapbooking, ribbons, cake, dainty clothing, white clothing, be into fashion. getting a bit of jennifer aniston kind of energy.. your aura is definitely giving PINK. i also feel like you could smell very good (this is interesting bc the other two piles did not mention anything about the person smelling good despite this being a "pick a fragrance" lol) so i think you're very put together physically, and care a lot about how you present yourself. i think you take other people's feelings into consideration. you have a gentle leader kind of archetype. take that however it resonates. those were the intuitive messages i got, now for keywords!

keywords: bunny, wonder girls, "say ahh", like (with a heart on the i <3), black hair, hundreds, unlock, party, charm, cake, girl's generation (make u feel the heat), sensibility

cards: the fool, the star, 5 of swords, justice

let's get started! i'm getting that you're a smooth talker. you love talking or your passion has something to do with using your voice and really getting a point across to people. and i think you're naturally gifted at that whether you sense it or not. your higher self is reassuring you about this right now, and also bringing your attention to situations where you have to either be upfront with people, explain something to them (maybe some of you are tutors or teachers of some sort), or present ideas to people. so if things like that come up, it was divinely guided for sure. you are meant to really take in this situation and learn from it. i think a lot of doors are opening up for you at the moment, perhaps you're in a "blank canvas" part of your life right now. so many things you could do, so many ways you can go. and it's all up to you. i'm hearing "design your own life". if you're skilled in the arts, you are also skilled in manifestation. that was specifically for you. your higher self is really recognizing your potential right now, if in the past you had a hard time listening to your intuition, they're thanking you now for having faith. "it's not easy, but it's so beautiful and true to you and your journey". for some reason marie antoinette just popped into my mind. you could really influence people because of your natural abilities. and i do think you have lots of potential to gain a lot of recognition for them. big scale. the house that scorpio falls under in your astrology chart could be significant right now, so if you're curious, look into it! at first i was getting such a pretty vibe from this group, and you still are, but as i got more into it, I felt a very sharp and direct feeling from you. you could surprise a lot of people with your thoughts, way of commanding a room, and overall your approach to communication and life. very cool person if i do say so myself.

blessings that your higher-self is sending your way are coming out in quite a straightforward manner: karmic justice. people getting what they deserve. the truth being revealed. unveiling.

i think that your higher self has watched over every single situation where you've been treated unfairly by others. it's funny to them, because they know exactly why those people were acting that way, and they're just happy you won't end up that way. they want you to rest assured, you have nothing to worry about. you can leave all of that in the past, and know that they, and the rest of your guides are all here for you. standing next to you. protecting you. and giving you the wisdom to see through those kinds of situations. you become smarter and much more compassionate each step of the way. your higher self is really working on giving you a more gentle time of your life, full of light, forgiveness, and innocence. beautiful and positive relationships and experiences are coming your way.

channeled songs: smooth operator by sade, pity party by melanie martinez, tell me by wonder girls, dying by echobelly, closer to fine by indigo girls, see you by depeche mode

i got the idea for a "pick a fragrance" out of the blue but i have watched a video by Kino Tarot on youtube where she did this so inspiration was derived from her :D

thank you for being here ♫⋆。♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. 🌷

#dividers by v6que <3 #pick a pile #pick a fragrance #pick a picture #pick a photo #tarot #tarot reading #intuitivereadings #intuitivechanneling #spirituality #tarotreading #oraclereading

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nastyaromatherapy · 6 months ago

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More Ethan Landry smut plsssss🙏🏼 I love your work

Awkward (18+)

Sex with a mutual friend becomes regrettable.

pairing - ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 2.4k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, tbh for once this is super vanilla so nothing to say

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” Ethan groaned, slowing his thrusts as he emptied himself into the condom. You whined, having already came about thirty seconds prior, being left extra sensitive as he reached his high. “Fuck that was incredible,” he sighed as he lowered his chest onto your back, breathing down your neck. You both let out a synchronized sigh when he pulled out. “Mhm,” was all you were able to get out, fucked out and tired.

After getting a call from Chad, he quickly put his clothes back on and kissed your forehead goodbye. This left you sitting on your bed alone with your thoughts. Once the feminine post nut clarity hit you, you were burying your face into your hands.

Ethan? Landry? Seriously?

You were embarrassed. It wasn’t that he was bad at sex - that was too far from the truth - and he wasn’t ugly either. You just knew that if y’all ever went public about this you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Wait, public? That wouldn’t be needed because y’all just had sex casually. Although it didn’t help that you had feelings for him. You hoped he wouldn’t make it a big deal and would just move on from this.

The next day you sat down at the picnic table you and the rest of your friends always sat at during lunch in your designated seat. Chad sat in front of you, Ethan next to Chad, Tara next to you, and so on. Only today, Ethan came to lunch sooner than usual and stole the seat next to you. Chad didn’t say anything, so he must’ve been informed about this already. God, did Ethan tell Chad you two had sex?

“Hey,” he said, being friendly. You just wanted to crawl into a hole. “Hey,” you said, looking down at the wood of the table top. Luckily, Tara came at the right time to save you. “Ethan, get the fuck out of my seat,” she demanded. Ethan chuckled, “What, are you in middle school Tara? It doesn’t have your fucking name on it.” Chad couldn’t help but let out a snort and Tara threw her hands up in defeat, plopping down next to him in Ethan’s usual seat. “I hear we’re being mean to Ethan, what’d he do this time?” Mindy asked, always getting a kick out of teasing him, as she walked to the table with Anika following behind. “Oh you know, he’s just being his usual pain in the ass self,” Tara said, giving Ethan the fakest smile which he returned.

In between a conversation, when Quinn was complaining about her relationship problems, you felt Ethan snake his fingers onto your thigh. You quickly packed up your food and then pried away his fingers that were mere centimeters from your crotch. “Um you know what, I think I’m gonna go for a walk. See you guys,” you said, swiftly removing yourself from the table. That was awkward as hell.

You were laying on the couch, watching tv to help the godforsaken day go by faster. Tara emerged from the hallway, opening up a cabinet to grab a bag of chips to join you. “Ethan was being weird today, right?” She asked you, which immediately woke up your thoughts. “Oh, um, what do you mean?” You asked in a weak attempt of playing it cool. “I don’t know the way he totally stole my seat today? I mean yeah, he’s right. It’s not my seat. But why does he wanna sit there? He totally likes you,” she said once she plopped onto the couch, holding out the chips to you. You denied both her claim, and offer of snack. “No he doesn’t,” you spoke, although you knew he did, and you were holding back your blush. “Oh come on y/n, wake up! Especially since Chad didn’t want to defend me.” You shrugged in response. “Or maybe Chad wanted to sit next to you. Think about it.” You practically saw a lightbulb glowing above her head, and she started to nod her head in agreement. “Touché.”

Right when the show started getting good your phone chimed, and you looked down to see Ethan’s contact photo. You quickly opened it. “Hey, are you ignoring me?” It read, and your stomach dropped. Shit. You quickly excused yourself to Tara and walked into your bedroom. As you were typing your response he texted he would be coming over to your place. Well, time to find a way to kick Tara out and keep Quinn from coming. As you walked out into the living room Tara called out, “Hey y/n, everybody’s gonna be hanging out at Chad’s place. You coming?” Fucking hell. Chad’s in on it. Of course he was, Ethan couldn’t do it without his wingman. “No thanks, I’m gonna stay here,” you said. It didn’t take long for Tara to leave.

You felt your insides twist from anxiety as you heard a knock on the door. You reluctantly walked up to the door and opened it. “Hey Eth,” you tried to say in an upbeat tone, but sadly it still came out pretty weary. “Y/n, I know you’re ignoring me,” he stated. You looked at the ground as he walked in, closing the door behind him. “Forgive me if I read shit wrong but I thought we had a good time and that we liked each other.” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We do! And we did. It’s just,” you were at a loss for words. How could you tell him you would be embarrassed of being in a relationship with him without telling him? “You’re embarrassed of me,” he finished for you. You opened your mouth to protest and then you realized, he wasn’t lying. He sighed when he saw this, he had a little hope you would say something against it. “Well now that we’ve cleared the air,” he said as he started to walk out. “Ethan,” you sighed, which caused him to turn around. Before he could finish saying the word “yeah,” you were standing on the toes of his shoes, kissing him.

He quickly got lost in it, picking you up slightly off the ground and returning it with equal need and lust. You found yourself on the couch on his lap, your cunt directly on top of his bulge that was poking at your entrance. His hands found stability on your hips and he guided you on his clothed cock, helping you grind against him. You felt his warm fingers inch up your shirt before you pulled away and said, “We can’t do this here. What if Tara and Quinn come home?”

He wanted to say no, to take you here on the couch even with the risk, but it’s obviously not what you wanted. So, he had no choice but to comply and carry you to your room. He closed the door and locked it, and you giggled when he threw you onto the fuzzy comforter on your bed. “I guess it’s not so bad. Bigger surface, more ways to fuck you-“ He started to say before you threw a pillow at him. “Shut up,” you joked.

He climbed on top of you - hovering so he didn’t crush you - and kissed at the sweet spot on your neck. Your mouth went agape and you whimpered softly into his ear, the sounds rushing blood straight to his erection. He bit his lip as he let his hand trail down to your crotch, cupping it through your jeans. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he felt the moisture in between your legs, he couldn't even imagine how wet your panties were, better yet your pussy. You were getting hot, so as he unbuttoned your pants, you removed your top, leaving your upper chest, glistening with sweat, exposed. You helped him kick off your jeans, leaving you in your underwear, which proved you weren’t planning on getting laid today. Your bra was well, a bra. Beige with slight push-up. Your panties were a navy blue and not the sexiest thing ever, slightly cheeky though. Point is, you were a little embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was way more focused on the way your panties were dripping, tiny globs of white and clear residue collecting on the outside of your gusset. You were surprised he didn’t cum at the sight, noticing the way he was practically salivating and clawing to get your panties off.

He pushed your thighs aside, gaining sight of your needy sex. He spat onto your slit, noticing the way your hole fluttered open when he did so. “What, you like that?” He chuckled. Your face heated up. “Yeah,” you squeaked when he connected two fingers to your clit. “Y/n it’s fine if you don’t want anything serious. But just know all the amazing sex you’d be missing out on..” He started as he rubbed faster circles on your clit. “N-no Ethan, I want you,” you stammered. He hummed to himself as his fingers explored his parts, slippery yet sticky. It was easy for him to slip two fingers into your cunt, since you were already so nicely lubricated. He started thrusting his fingers slowly, and he smirked as he watched your pretty face sinfully contort. Your mouth formed into the shape of an o as your eyebrows pushed inward, your eyes squinting as well. “Is that right? You’re mine?” He asked as he curled his fingers against your g-spot, making you arch your back above the mattress. “Yes, fuck,” you moaned, which gave him a pleased expression.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you silently groaned. He started to pull his shirt up above his head which you helped him with. You laid your hand on his toned chest, and he leaned down, interlocking his lips with yours. He groaned into the kiss, his hands reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, throwing it aside. “Can I see your cock, baby?” You asked in that sweet voice that makes his mind go blank. He nodded, in a trance, before snapping back to reality and unbuttoning his pants. He stood from the bed, removing his jeans and tossing them to the side, long forgotten.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, laying on your stomach as you reached for that bulge in his boxers. Your fingers hooked his waistband and pulled them down, discarding them on the floor. You let out a soft moan as you watched his girth shoot up, free from its confines. He groaned as you wrapped your fist around it, stroking slowly from the base dotted in brown curls to the pink tip. You licked a stripe up his length, making his mouth falter open. “Fuck, stop. I need to fuck you,” he said impatiently, picking you up off the bed.

He held you in his arms, and you involuntarily wrapped your legs around his hips. Your cheek was pressed up against his pec as his hand snaked in between your bodies, grabbing his cock and pressing it up against your entrance. You inhaled sharply, preparing yourself for the stretch you had to experience yesterday. “Shit,” he grunted as he started to inch himself in little by little. You whined as your cunt widened to accommodate his size. “Pussy so fucking tight,” he panted into your ear before he pushed himself in entirely. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as he started moving in and out of you, hands gripping your ass. He easily man handled you like a fuck toy, pushing you against him in time with his thrusts. “Ethann,” you whimpered out, turning your head to look up at him with glossy eyes. “Yeah baby? Wanna tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy pussy?” You nodded, letting out needy moans as he picked up his pace. “Mhm, so good.”

He smirked cockily as he watched you become cock drunk on his dick. He continued to hold you up with one hand, the other stroking your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you, but you could barely kiss him back, not when he was twisting every organ in your body. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he panted once he pulled away from your lips, staring down at your body that his cock found so much pleasure in. “Mmfph, please E. So fucking close,” you cried as you shut your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure. You whined as you felt pressure build up inside you. He sped up, pounding into your cunt relentlessly, helping you and himself reach an orgasm. You covered your mouth with your hand, just in case your roommates came home, and screamed into it. “That’s it, fucking take it,” he groaned before laughing to himself. You looked at him with a confused expression.

“I forgot the fucking condom,” he started to stop before you stopped him. “No keep going. Just, pull out,” you said. “Are you sure?” He asked skeptically, and you nodded in response. He started moving again, “fuck I’m close anyways.” You nodded in agreement. Your whines grew quicker, more excessive. And from the way you throbbed around his cock, he knew you were gonna cum. The second you squealed the words, “I’m cumming!” you convulsed, moaning curses as a trickle of clear fluid dripped from your cunt down your thigh. Remembering his instructions, Ethan pulled out and came, groaning your name. His cum spurted onto your stomach and dripped down onto the floor. When the two of you’s breathing slowed down, he laid you on the bed and collapsed next to you. You both looked at each other and laughed, before leaning in for a sweet kiss.

You got dressed, and so did Ethan, although the clothes did nothing to hide the sweat and must that radiated from y’all. On top of that, since the clothes were thrown so recklessly, they were far more wrinkled than when the day began. The two of you walked out into the living room, and you didn’t expect it to be a walk of shame.

Nevertheless, you found all of your friends staring at you in disbelief. Mindy mock gagged, and by reading Tara’s face alone you weren’t sure if she was happy or disappointed. Quinn was in shock and Anika just looked concerned. Chad however looked smug and held his hand out to Mindy who groaned. “Told you they were having sex. 20 bucks.”

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smallplaceinthecosmos · 5 months ago

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Having played on some small modded SMPs a few times over the last several years, when you start going above more than a few mods it does get overwhelming really fast - and all of the ones I've been on have had like. Somewhere between 70-200 mods apiece? I watched Jimmy's first day stream for a bit and he said this one had like 300, which is insane.

I guess it depends on what kinds of mods too, how bulky the modpack is - I didn't watch enough beyond to know there's like. The Biomes You'll Go mod I think, some quality of life stuff, and the sorts of little mods pretty much every heavily modded SMP has like Waystones, not to mention all those fantasy mods I don't recognize. Just from what I saw it looks like it would kill my poor computer for good (although that's...not saying much). I know when I'm building I always end up getting overwhelmed and sticking to a lot of vanilla blocks even when there are countless cool looking modded options, and there's too much of a learning curve a lot of the time for me to want to get into the more technical mods when I can just loot places for good gear and go on a quest to make a giant farm full of a bunch of modded crops. (I think exploring new biomes is something I enjoy the most with modding. Betternether and Betterend are some of my favorite mods for that reason.)

When you're making the modpack yourself it gets really hard to narrow it down when there are so many cool options to pick from, whether you have a theme in mind or not. But I feel like oftentimes things get so bloated with mods that are redundant or that no one uses, and basically only serve to make my computer take five more minutes to load up the game. I haven't watched practically any of this SMP to know what I think of it specifically - at least probably folks who Play Video Game for a living have good enough PCs to run such a hefty modpack! I may have to watch more just to see.

oh. my god. just joined rens stream on the new modded smp where a bunch of hermits/empires and friends play, 2 hours later because I was watching zits Olympics and then xisuma (sorry priorities) and got so overstimulated with how modded it is- its not bad really I've just. haven't watched anything modded in years (besides vault hunters)

#i hope its ok that i'm infodumping in your notes this is something i've been developing Strong Feelings on lately #all the smps ive been on the last few years have either ended or petered out so i've been recording myself just playing vanilla #it's been ages since i've just. played minecraft. i'm realizing there's a lot i've missed appreciating about the base game #cause i've been doing modded lore smps almost exclusively the last few years #and i'm starting to think that if you wwnt to make minecraft content for a long time and not have it get stale #then you have to be able to do it by yourself in vanilla. the extra stuff is fun and new but if you're playing minecraft #then you should want to be playing minecraft yk? if it's not for you there's other games #(<- nonspecific 'you' being the folks i've encountered in these small mcyt creator spaces i've been in the oast few years)

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cherrysurf · 18 days ago

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Coffee cake after dark | k. tsukishima x reader

chapter 2; mutual night owl (perchance not proofread)

It was another night at your cozy cafe business had been steady throughout the day and night, it did drizzle a bit during the late afternoon which created quite the ambience at the cafe, it was now around 11pm and and a group of girls had just left the cafe after ordering your cutely designed milkshakes that were famous for presentation and taste. Now you had some alone time yet again which was nice you placed a shipment of ingredients that you needed before you completely ran out for the month which would be bad, and you decided to whip up a quick matcha while checking the order confirmation and browsing on social media, as you sit there your mind comes across the tall blonde from last night you giggle out loud a bit recalling the look of his worried face after you handed him the extra snacks as if on cue you hear the doorbell ringing you look up to find the tall blonde man you were thinking about just now, you feel your cheeks grow warmer out of embarrassment as you quickly get off the chair and walk over to the register slightly checking yourself out in the silver coffee machine fixing your hair “hi welcome back what can i get for you?” you say to him nervously now and you had no idea why “yea i guess so, you’re cafe is really convenient since your open so late” he says while browsing over the menu “yeah who knew being a night owl would work out for my bakery” you laughed lightly observing his face has he scanned the menu, since you stupidly didn’t look away fast enough he looked down to face you and caught you. you immediately turn away out of pure embarrassment yet again “please go away” ur thinking in your head. “all set to order?” you managed to spit out “yeah, can i do the tea you gave me yesterday i’m assuming it was the rose one and then a plain croissant” he says “okay, if you don’t mind me asking do you not eat that much or?” you say probably feeling stupid for asking but it was genuine concern, you managed you pull a half cracked smile that almosted wanted to turn into a laugh but didn’t “ah no actually i do but i cook at home, your food here keeps me somewhat less hangry till im able to get home” he says pulling out his wallet “ah i see well that’s good” you say staring at him once “well your total today is gonna be 10.25” you say once, like yesterday he slides his card in and takes his receipt and sits down where he did yesterday to pull out the same book, has your cafe become apart of his schedule now? your face flushes at the thought of that, you don’t understand why it’s been feeling like your sick around this man but it was bad or maybe it wasn’t you had no idea nor did you care to really think about it right now, you quickly finished his order and head to hand it to him “thank you” he mutters before putting his book down and looking at you, “of course my pleasure” you say giving a slight nod and walking off back up front before you ended up wandering deep into your mind thankfully another customer showed up it was a girl, you could tell she was a college student by the laptop and books she had in hand. she she sets her stuff down at a table and starts making her way over to the counter, “hi welcome is there anything i can get you today” you say smiling “uhm can i just have a small vanilla latte please” she says “yeah of course 5.50 is gonna be your total” you say ringing it up, you slightly look up to catch a glimpse at the tall man only to find him not so subtling staring at you as well, but he quickly turns away and focuses his attention back to his book, you manages to bring you a small smile, the girl now hands you the cash, and you give her change back “okay it’ll be right out in a second” you say “ okay cool thanks” the girl says as she walks off as your making her latte you find her catching glimpse of the blonde man that you’ve seen these past two days, “sus…” you thought but quickly fixed your face into a forced smile walking towards her with the latte “here you go hope you enjoy” you say wanting to get the conversation over with “thanks, by any chance does he come here often” she says as she

points at him, “uhm no not really i’ve only seen him two times” you say which was true so it’s not like you were lying “ah okay thanks do you think he’s single” she continues to pry “maybe you should ask him” you say trying not to sound rude “okay wish me luck” she says smiling as she fixes her hair in the laptop screen “hahaha will do” you say walking away rolling your eyes VOMITTT why were you so jealous. you don’t even know him like that but clearly took an interest “okay whatever let it go yn” you say to yourself as you walk to the counter to clean up the coffee station. then suddenly you peak over to find her walking over to him and hear the conversation “hi i think your really cute what’s your name” she say batting her eyelashes, he takes a moment before he looks up at her blankly “tsukishima. and i’m not interested.” he says bluntly “oh why do you have a girlfriend” she says trying to pry him now “no i’d just like to get back to my book thank you.” he says once again, before you break out laughing you duck down behind the counter to silently giggle at the whole ordeal going down. so two thing you're sure about now he’s name is tsukishima and he’s single, so that’s good as you sit on the floor giggling to yourself still you hear a thundering voice say “thanks for the tea and pastry i’m leaving now goodbye” he says looking at you over the counter clearing still sitting on the floor “uh-uh yeah of course goodbye” you say now your cheeks turning embarrassingly red as you see him walk out the door “what the fuck” you say sliding down back on the floor feeling like you just got whiplash from the whole situation.

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ghostchems · 10 months ago

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More getting stoned with Terzo please

He's just so funny and it's so cozy whenever I read them.

You settle your head on Terzo’s chest, trying to get comfortable in the new position, letting your legs dangle off the side of your bed. The idea of you being this close to him would have felt like a pipe dream not long ago, but the two of you bonded quickly over a shared interest - getting high and acting dumb. A joint hangs out of his mouth as he runs his fingers lazily through your hair, his mismatched gaze miles away. His touch is intimate, making your eyelashes flutter and you struggle with your breath. Somehow he could always make you melt. There’s a faint smell of vanilla in your nostrils, the wood-wicked candle burning on your nightstand to give the illusion of helping mask the smell.

“Hey, hey — “ He uses his large hand to gently grab the top of your head and lift it up so you’re able to look at his handsome face. Terzo’s hair is perfectly disheveled, a few loose strands brushing his forehead, and he gives you a lop-sided grin, some of his paint smudged off his lips. “No wandering of the mind, tesoro. You are only allowed to focus on me, si? Isn’t that what you asked for?” His accent is much stronger while high, rolling some of his r’s and being extra dramatic about it. He’s starting trouble, just like he always does. Terzo is always one to poke fun, whether it be as Papa or in a less formal capacity, but none of the siblings ever raise hell back. Except for you but only when you’re high.

“What I asked?” You snort and lift yourself from his chest, sitting up and looking at him over your shoulder. “You came here because you specifically wanted my attention.” An elbow pokes into his ribs and he squeaks before lunging for you, his strong arms curling around you, capturing you in his grasp. You fight back valiantly and squirm in his arms until he starts to giggle and loosens his grip. He leans his body weight on you, arms draped across your shoulders and his nose pressed against your neck.

“Shhh, let me pretend.” Terzo mumbles into the crook of your neck and then blows a raspberry into it. You scream and try to fling yourself away from him only for him to come with you. He lands on top of you in a heap, his body completely dead weight which would be incredibly annoying if it were anyone else. You give a theatrical groan beneath him and manage to shove him partly off of you so that you can breathe more comfortably. “You like it, amore. I know you do. See? You are blushing, eh?” A hand snakes up to your cheek, brushing it lightly with his thumb as he lifts his head to look at you with puppy dog eyes. You sigh and then leaf your fingers through his impossibly smooth hair, brushing the loose strands out of his face.

“Maybe just a little bit.”

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#terzo #papa emeritus iii #drabble request #terzo drabble

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darkeralmond · 1 year ago

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New to Anaheim

Trevor Zegras x Reader

synopsis: you’ve been living in Anaheim for a month since you’ve transferred to chapman university for your junior year of college. while working at your coffee shop job, your friend talks about the ducks the entire shift. that’s when a familiar man walks in…

warnings: fluff, coffee shop au!

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is based off a fanfic i was going to write but got too bored of it! lmk if you would like this to be a series of some sorts

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i. ii.

“I still can’t believe the Ducks won against the Kings with that overtime shot!” your friend exclaimed while preparing a customer’s iced vanilla latte.

You had been listening to them rave about the hockey game from last night for the past 10 minutes. You watched part of the game with them on the couch, but eventually headed off to bed when things got boring during the 2nd period.

You nodded your head while leaning against the counter. “I know,” you said sarcastically. “You haven’t shut up about it all day.”

They let out a small chuckle, “Sorry. I’m just really hyped about it.” They placed the drink on the counter and yelled out, “Angelina!”

You smiled while heading back to the register. In an hour from now you would be able to clock out of work, and the time couldn’t go any slower. You looked back at your friend and asked, “Could you make me a medium hot chocolate? Add extra marshmallows.”

“Gotcha!” they answered before preparing your drink. The bell above the door rang as the door opened. You looked ahead and saw a 6 foot male walk into the establishment. You glanced down at his Ducks shirt assuming he must’ve been a fan as well.

“Hi, welcome in,” you announced. He stepped up to the front and smiled a bit. He wasn’t bad looking, he had dusty blonde hair, blue eyes, and nice teeth. “What would you like today?”

He looked up at the menu and hummed. “Uh, my friend recommended this place and I’ve never been in a coffee shop before. What would you recommend?” He looked back down at you. You felt the corners of your mouth tug into a smile while staring at him. He had such a pretty contagious smile.

“I mean since it’s October people really like the pumpkin spice latte, but I really like the hot chocolate with extra marshmallows,” you answered.

He nodded, “Then that’s what I’ll get. Large, please?” You rang him up and he paid for his drink.

“Your name?” You grabbed the cup and a sharpie, glancing up at him.

“Trevor,” he answered. You wrote down his name, thinking it sounded a bit familiar, but you brushed it off as just a common name.

No one was behind him in line which meant you could talk to him for a bit. “Heard that the Ducks won last night,” you said as you leaned against the counter.

He smiled softly, “Yeah… I actually scored the winning point.” He said it so casually. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows. You analyzed his face, now trying to figure out which player he was. Before you could say anything, he interrupted you, “You don’t watch hockey do you?”

You shrugged. “I only watch a little. I did watch a bit of the game last night, but I stopped watching halfway through the 2nd period.”

He nodded his head at your answer. while chuckling. He then quickly steered the conversation in another direction, not wanting to seem self centered. “How long have you lived here in Anaheim…?” His sentence trailed on while he waited for you to say your name.

“Y/N and I haven’t been here long,” you answered. You twirled your hair around your finger while maintaining eye contact with him. “I just transferred to Chapman from SDSU in August.”

“Oh, what year are you?” he asked, leaning forward attentively.

“Junior,” you said with a warm smile. It was common that guys ask you questions about yourself. You were always the one trying to keep conversation with them desperately, but Trevor was different. “Let me get your drink ready.” You stepped away from the register and made your way to the station where you made drinks.

You noticed your friend had made their way to the back for some reason, maybe it was to get more banana nut bread. You prepared his hot chocolate while he patiently waited on his phone. He was so pretty, you couldn’t believe you were serving him. You admired the tattoos on his right arm, his muscular arm. You were drooling over him.

The hot chocolate was ready to go so you added extra chocolate drizzle. Once you added the marshmallows and whipped cream, you made your way over to the counter to drop off his drink. “Trevor!” you called out to him.

His head perked up as his face lit up. He grabbed the cup and took a sip, a look of satisfaction dawned on his face. “That’s amazing,” he said as his lips curved into a smile.

“We know how to make a mean hot chocolate,” you giggled as you folded your arms over your chest. He took another sip before placing the cup down and wiped the liquid off his mouth with the back of his hand.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. “To add onto what you were saying earlier,” he started. “Since you’re kind of new to the city and all, I thought that I could maybe show you around sometime, you’re 21 right?”

“Yeah,” you answered.

He pumped his fist causing you to giggle. “I could take you bar hopping one time after your shift if you’re cool with that.”

Your cheeks dusted a rosy tint when he asked this. He was asking you out? You giggled, “Maybe. Are you gonna come in one day and wait til I get off?” You were obviously joking, even though it seemed like kind of a cute yet creepy idea.

“Oh!” he chuckled. “Uh, do you have a pen I can borrow?”

Not thinking anything of it, you went over to the register and grabbed a sharpie out of the cup. You made your way back over and handed it to him.

He grabbed a napkin from the napkin case and passed it to you. “Write your number down,” he said while smiling. “I’ll text you.”

Your heart flipped at his charming smilg. Oh my God, you were giving him your number. He asked for YOUR number. “Yeah, of course.”

You wrote down your number on the napkin and passed it back to him. He grabbed it and stared at it for a minute. “Alright,” he said while nodding. “I’ll text you later.” He folded up the napkin and put it in his pocket. He grabbed $10 out of his wallet and placed it in the tip jar, “Thank you for your services, Y/N.”

He then left the coffee shop with his hot chocolate. You watched as he did so, shocked and flustered by everything that just happened.

Your friend then came up behind you with your hot chocolate. “Dude, what the hell?” They sounded confused, happy, and shocked. “Did you just talk to Trevor Zegras?!”

You turned back and grabbed your hot chocolate out of their hand. “Yeah, he just asked for my number.” Your cheeks were red and the tip of your ears were flushed.

“What?!” They bursted out. “Trevor Zegras asked for your number?!”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “Because he wants to take me out bar hopping.”

They gasped even louder. “Holy shit! Trevor Zegras wants to go out with you?!” You took a sip of your hot chocolate while smiling. “Please tell me you’ll start watching hockey now!”

You nodded your head. “Yes! Yes I will!” You really wanted to watch Trevor play so you could have something to talk about with him.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x y/n #trevor zegras x reader #anahiem ducks #hockey x reader

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vodika-vibes · 9 months ago

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Hello my dear! Tis I, 💋 anon here to celebrate 500 followers with you!!

Can I please have topaz (affectionate love) with Fixer in the winter, please? I think sending Fixer to get a list of ingredients for baking more cookies while the reader gets started on the first batch would be a cute story idea.

I can’t wait to see what you come up with! Pen and sword, my dear!

Love,

💋 anon

@kiss-anon

Easier

Summary: Fixer loves you, and wants to make your life easier, in any way that he can.

Pairing: Clone Commando Fixer x GN!Reader

Word Count: 590

Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wasn't able to squeeze in winter here, unless you wanna picture that they're preparing for a Life Day party. It didn't make sense since they were inside the whole time. Sorry

“I’m back!”

You look up from where you’re eyeing the bowl of half formed dough critically, a small smile crossing your face at the familiar voice echoing through your home.

You hear the quiet sound of boots being kicked off, and then Fixer is standing in the kitchen, unpacking the bags. “I got everything you needed. And then some.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” You note as you walk over to him and slide your arms around his waist from behind, burying your face in his back and inhaling the fresh, clean scent of him, before you peek around him, “What extra did you get?”

He glances at you, a small smile on his lips, before he lightly tugs you under his arm and presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “Well, I got everything on your list.” He motions to the eggs and the small bottle of vanilla, “But I also bought you some ice cream,” He gestures to the carton of speciality ice cream you prefer, “some breading for the chicken tomorrow. And,” He picks up a bag of what you thought was chocolate chips, but, now that you’re looking at it properly, you realize that they’re peanut butter chips.

“Ooh,” You take the bag thoughtfully, “If I mix these with the chocolate chips I already have-”

Fixer chuckles and tugs the bag from your hand, setting it back on the table, “I thought you might agree that it was a good idea.”

“You always have the best ideas,” You praise him with a broad grin, drawing an almost shy smile to his lips, “I love you.” You breath out, almost to yourself, though based on the way that his cheeks darken, you weren’t quiet enough.

“Love you more,” Fixer replies, as he lightly cups your face with his hands, “Every,” He presses a kiss against your lips, “Single,” Another kiss, “Inch.” A third kiss.

And by that point your giggling and have your hands pressed over his, “Fixer-”

“Mm?”

“You can be such a sap sometimes.” You say through your giggles.

His eyes gleam with mischief, a look reserved for you and you alone, and his hands drop to your waist before he spins you away from the table and into the middle of the kitchen.

You squeal, and then dissolve into laughter as he sinks you into a dip, his arms secure around you. You never have to worry about falling when he’s around.

“Fixer! I have to get back to the cookies!”

“What? I’m not allowed to dance with my perfect cyare?” He teases as he pulls you back up and catches your lips in a deep kiss.

“If,” You’re interrupted by a press of his lips against yours again, “the party, Fixer-” You mumble against his lips as he draws you even closer.

“We won’t be late.”

“But the cookies!”

“My rotten brothers don’t deserve your cookies,” He counters as he twirls you in his arms, and then draws you back against him.

“But then we’ll be the only ones not bringing something-” You point out, gasping when he interrupts your statement with another heated press of his lips against yours.

“They get the pleasure of your company.” Fixer corrects with a grin.

“You’re impossible.” You say with a sigh.

“True.” He doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic about it either.

So you giggle and stand on your toes to kiss him gently, “Will you help me finish the cookies?”

His smile is warm and adoring, “Anything you want, cyare.”

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes 500 followers celebration #clone commando fixer x reader #fixer x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic #answered asks

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shoku-and-awe · 1 year ago

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Real-time non-queue post for once because breaking news! Some of you will hate me for doing this, but those of you who try it yourselves will love me, so: chocolate hummus! Yeah, I know. I know! But..... I promise.

I don’t blame you if you can’t bring yourself to try it—I’m only brave enough because someone I trust gave it to me the US and it tasted like brownie batter. This recipe is almost as good—actually, I approximated the measurements so it's possible that it's even better(!). Also left the husks on for fiber and laziness.

Anyway, this shit is a godsend. I haven’t had an appetite this week because of stress so I figured why not give this a try, and wow, being able to have a tasty, nourishing lunch with this little effort (and secretly it's brownies!!!!) might have changed my life. Let it change yours!!!

Ingredients

For the hummus:

1 (15 oz) can of chickpeas, rinsed and drained (skins removed if you want extra creamy hummus!)

1/3 cup drippy tahini (or 1/2 cup peanut butter or other nut butter)

1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder or cacao powder

1/3 cup pure maple syrup (use ½ cup if you like a sweeter hummus!)*

1/4 cup milk of choice (I use vanilla almond milk) plus more if necessary to thin

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon salt

⅓ cup mini chocolate chips (dairy free if desired)**

For serving:

Berries, crackers, pita chips or pretzels *Subbed sugar. **Omitted. Where did my chocolate chips go???

Instructions

Add all the hummus ingredients besides the chocolate chips to a food processor or blender and process until smooth, adding more milk if necessary to thin to make it into a nice dip that’s the consistency of frosting. Stir in mini chocolate chips and sprinkle more on top once finished.

Serve in a bowl on a platter with strawberries, raspberries, crackers, pita chips, pretzels/pretzel thins, graham crackers or anything you like! Hummus will keep in the fridge for up to a week.

Notes - For silky hummus, I always cook my canned chickpeas for at least 10 min. in boiling water with baking soda. Also, if you're the type who removes the chickpea hulls, most of them come right off while it's boiling, so you can probably get it even smoother! - If the amount looks small compared to the recipe, you're not wrong! This was a test; I used maybe 1/3 of a can of chickpeas.

#me not being able to eat is uhh..... . unusual #while i could def stand to lose some weight.... it's not convenient #i have people to take care of! one of whom is dog!#i need energy.#make again #chickpeas #cocoa powder #tahini #milk #vanilla extract #sugar

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fatherryker · 4 months ago

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i love your art! drawing on paper has veen something really far away from me... i hope these art things can help with your inner peace!

and btw what coffee you had when you were in the cafe? im thinking of trying some new flavors

-🦉

I'm so happy you like it! I'm better on a device in all honesty, but I'm trying to venture out more with my artistic expression.., it's good therapy. I believe you'll be able to do the same as well, don't hold yourself back from things you're afraid to try out. Well, coffee in Italy is a bit different, so they looked at me like I was insane when I asked for extra cream in my espresso, I like it semi sweet personally, just enough that it's not bitter, but little enough that I can still fully enjoy the roast of the beans. Vanilla Espresso is what I had, they also had baked goods, so I grabbed something called a 'maritozzi' it was amazing, paired with the coffee as well..I'm drooling a bit just thinking about it. I'll have to go again..and be more careful next time.

#8:11 #8:11 ryker #ryker dublin #811 ryker #811 game #811 rp #8:11 game #ask blog

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nowoyas · 1 year ago

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Boiling Point 2: A Watched Pot - Miguel O'Hara/Reader (NSFW)

First - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: yeehaw I didn't forget

Summary: The game is on, and you begin your very important training.

Warnings: masturbation, strong language

Word count: ~3400 words

It is the evening you have decided to re-train your discipline, with or without a dominant partner, and you need to figure out what the fuck you're thinking.

I mean, sure, it's perfectly fine to tell yourself that you'll get your discipline back and posture in the general direction of the source of your recent car crash into hornytown, but you do need to ask yourself what any of that actually means. Yeah, you were disciplined before. If the guy you were with told you not to touch yourself, you didn't touch yourself. But you had no problems doing that because—and this part is key—you really didn't feel like it all that much.

So, really, the issue was never that you were disciplined and now you're not, it's that you never needed to be disciplined before and now you don't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

The obvious answer is this: set ground rules. Set some sort of challenge for yourself so that you know where to begin and what to do to train yourself so you stop wrecking your shit and doing stupid things, like overheating your entire vibrator collection and letting some totally original asswipe of a villain punch you through a wall just to feel something.

So you sit down with a pen and a notebook and you brainstorm until you come away with a list of restrictions and a purpose. You debate on keeping the list itself with you, as a reminder, and eventually decide that, no, you’ll write it up on your whiteboard. A nice little reminder. You need to be able to see what you’re doing, after all. Wouldn’t very well do if you forgot, would it?

When it’s written up, you step back and give it a glance-over, nodding to yourself in satisfaction.

Estimated delivery date for new toy: ??? end of next week? The site said 7-10 days from date of shipping, but it doesn’t ship immediately. We’ll go two weeks from today’s date to be safe.

- no orgasms until the new vibe arrives

- touching, playing, thinking, etc. allowed IF not to completion

- you do NOT need a dom to discipline you. literally just stop being so fucking horny.

- suffer.

For good measure, you add a line a few inches down and sign your name in big, flourishing swoops, as though that's sealing a contract with yourself. Stupid, there's no witnesses. This would never hold up in a court of law.

...actually, the exhibitionist in you kind of wants to know how that would work out.

Besides, from time to time you like to think that the spider that made you is carried with you. She's done enough for you, anyway. Probably definitely died by now. You don't think spiders live that long. Either way, she’s your witness.

So you cap your dry erase marker and close up your notebook and neatly slide it back into its place on your bookshelf. Luckily, you don't ever have people over, so it's not like anyone will be seeing your totally innocent contract. Maybe you should have worded it in such a way that you can spin a different web about it, just in case.

...nah. You'll leave it just like that. When you get your toy and emerge triumphant from two weeks of self-imposed orgasm denial knowing that you do NOT need any extra discipline, thank you very much Mister Miguel O'Hara, middle manager of worlds, you'll take it down and put some over-inspiring quote up in its place or something.

You scroll down the tab opened to a new toy shop you're trying out, seeing as your previous go-to sold you a nearly two hundred dollar vibrator that barely made it through one rough month with you (you should really follow up with them on a refund or a replacement or something, actually) and take your pick of their wares. Maybe this site will have vibrators that aren't made for weak vanilla bitches who only need to cum once to the thought of their boss before they're satisfied. Couldn't be you.

Hey, maybe you'll call in sick to work and have a marathon once you've kicked this challenge's ass!

...nah. Better not. Miguel would catch word that you're off work and somehow find an anomaly to sic you on. Not to mention, you’d probably fucking break the new one again at that rate.

Once you've placed your order, you update the contract with estimated delivery dates, and settle in for a nice night in.

Let the games begin.

It is day one of your new lease on your sex life, and this shit's easy.

Who ever thought this would be difficult? Just don't masturbate. Do something else instead. Scroll social media or something. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, you're so fucking disciplined it's unreal. Who needs to prove anything to anyone? You certainly don't.

This morning, you took out the trash and said farewell to the final remnants of your last toy lost to Miguel O'Hara's unfair physiology. You went to work, did your job perfectly fine, and went out to patrol the streets. When you returned, you returned to find that the garbage pickers had come and taken the bags away. Good riddance.

(You didn't hear this from me, but you only checked your email twice today for a shipping confirmation from the shop. You're so fucking good at this.)

It is day two of enacting a contract with yourself to be more disciplined and less horny, and your toy still has not shipped.

I mean, it's not really a big deal. You've got shit to do and all. It's now the weekend, but crime doesn't actually stop regardless of when you clock in and out of work, a fact which you're honestly very happy with. I mean, imagine if you never got to close down shop for an hour while someone beat the shit out of some comic book wannabe in the streets outside your office? Unsustainable, to say the least. And sometimes, you get to go beat someone up directly after a really obnoxious phone call, and honestly? That may be the only reason you haven't been fired yet.

So, you spend the morning chilling out, get lunch, and just as you've finished getting ready to head out for a neat little patrol, someone drawn in a suspiciously out-of-place art style launches past your window.

Perfectly punctual! This is great! You slide out your fire escape and give chase, launching yourself anomaly-ways with a hoot. It's only after you're already face-to-face with the guy that you think to let someone know what's up, but then you're being launched backwards so you don't really have the chance. Dammit.

Anyways, you've got this, so you really just need Miguel to take him back once you've kicked his ass, and—

Oh, speak of the devil. There he is launching through a portal directly at the guy, and there's you following up to join him.

It's practically a dance by now—you swing to catch up, use a web to pull this abstract motherfucker up and prevent him from causing issues with traffic. It takes precious little time to deal with him, and once he's sent back, you resign yourself to being dragged back to HQ to report in and probably hear something about how you should have called HQ to let them know about the anomaly.

"Did you plan on calling in the anomaly, or were you just going to try to handle everything yourself?" Miguel asks you the second the problem is dealt with.

Fucking called it.

"I literally had my hand on my wristband when you showed up."

"I didn't see it." He shrugs.

You can't help but roll your eyes. Part of you wants to be a brat. You gently remind yourself that being a brat only works if you're actually with a brat tamer, and you have no confirmation that Miguel would. You know, as if you had a chance with him anyway. He's married to his screens. (It’s a really good setup, so you don’t blame him.) "I did, though. He just kind of showed up outside my apartment, so I followed. Best to reduce collateral first, right?"

He sighs. He does that around you a lot. "Right."

See, this shit's easy. He's right in front of you, and you're telling him about the two minutes you had with the villain before he showed up, and your mind is on the topic at hand. You are present, and you are disciplined. You took no stupid hits during that fight. You're fucking fantastic.

...he's really pretty, though. Effortlessly, even. You think it’s the way he carries himself.

"So, hey, I already ate, but do you want me to bring you something to eat? I know that was like, more sunlight than you've gotten in the past month."

He raises an eyebrow at you. He does that around you a lot. "I do eat on occasion, you know."

"I do know! That's why I'm offering to bring you something. You're busy a lot and should probably eat more than you do."

"I'm fine," he says finally.

You quirk a little smile and turn to leave. "Fine, fine. I'll surprise you, then. See you in a few! Thanks for the assist!"

Okay, so maybe bringing him food is, among other things, an excuse to leave the room right now immediately and also a reason to come back, once you've wound down from the adrenaline of the fight.

But, consider this: shut up.

You return with a box of food for him, quietly leave it on his desk just out of his immediate line of sight, and sneak out of the room before he can tell you no.

When you're home, you decide that you owe it to yourself to chill out a little more. You did good! You got the guy! You did a nice thing for the very attractive person at HQ! Your mind only wandered a little! You didn't even let your voice kink take over your brain when he spoke to you!

So, you scroll mindlessly. A nice, restorative pastime that only has positive effects on your mental health.

And goddammit, your mutual put porn on your dash again.

You sigh, you stare at it too long, and you try to keep your mind off it. You really, really do.

It is day four of the contract, and your new vibrator has finally shipped.

Great, too, because it was definitely not starting to get difficult. You usually hang around HQ on Sundays, if nothing's going on in your own dimension. You like being helpful, so you keep yourself on standby.

Standby is a nice thing to be on. You get to hang out with other Spiders, learn from the others at HQ. Sometimes they've got cool tricks to show you, or you run into less experienced Spiders and get to teach them something fucked up they can do with their webs. Rarely, Miguel actually leaves his little Spider-cave for food or to track someone down. More rarely, you actually catch glimpses of him when he does, which is how you find yourself chilling out with one of your favored Peters and pretending like you're not looking at his ass.

What? It's a nice ass.

...you wonder what he'd do if you just grabbed his ass one day. You're kind of tempted to try.

(Probably have to punish you. Probably growl a little bit. Probably bend you over and—)

Anyway, this shit's easy. Looking at a hot guy's ass does not break your rules, so you let yourself peek when he walks by and play it off when you get called out on it by a teasing Peter. I mean, it doesn't exactly work, but at least playing it off looks better than openly staring at your collective boss's ass and not even pretending you weren't.

Keep telling yourself that, anyway.

It is day five of your quest to be more horny and less disciplined, and—wait, that's not right.

It is day five of your quest to be more disciplined and less horny, and your dreaming brain has fucking betrayed you.

You dreamed that you actually grabbed his ass. You dreamed that he turned on you.

You dreamed of Miguel taking you back to his cave with him, and demanding answers for your behavior, and you dreamed of pushing him over the edge until he yanked you over with a well-placed web and spanked you back into your place. You’re not usually that into spanking, but that did not stop you from waking up with a damp heat between your legs and the urge to do something about it. You indulged yourself, in the time it took you to wake up, and then, by the time you were really conscious, you had to rip your hand out of your sleep shorts, lest you prove Miguel right. And you’ll be fucked if you ever prove Miguel right.

…wait.

Okay, so look. You stopped. You didn’t cum. You’re doing a good job. You wash your hands, get ready for work, carefully adjust your suit underneath your work clothes, and get through the day.

It is day seven of this bullshit, and you are starting to get tired of this story format.

More than that, you’re tired of this story. You tried to distract yourself with reading, only all your books are about vampires, so that only got you thinking even more because the POV character got bit by a vampire and it was so well-described and so horny and you’re very horny and moderately-described now.

You get called in, because of course you do, and you see his stupid face, because of course you do, and you’re desperately torn between pissing him off to get him to flash his fangs your way and being relieved that he’s not angry enough to speak clearly.

You are decidedly not relieved. The knowledge that they are there is enough, and you have every intent to hump your pillow when you get home like some fucking teenager, knowing damn well that it’s never enough for you.

Sleep-deprived, and you move to leave, but no, it never works that way, does it?

“[name]. A moment.”

Fuck.

You dally a bit with a sigh. “You’ve got to have better things to do with your time than badger me for details I already gave you.”

“You’re going to be off for the next few days.”

That’s worse, actually. Your hackles raise on instinct, and you turn to glare at him. “What? No! I’ve been doing a good job, haven’t I?”

You hate the stern way he looks at you. He’s an enigma, one you’re still trying to learn when you’re not too busy being infatuated with him on every other front. It’s difficult to tell what’s stern and what’s just his beautiful resting bitch face, but you’re leaning more towards stern. “You’re doing too good. It’s concerning.”

You are floored. You are aghast. You are fucking flabbergasted.

“You told me to be more disciplined?”

“Is this discipline?”

He’s hard to piss off. Not for anyone else—he has firm opinions and knows what’s best, and you never really want to piss him off for any reason beyond seeing him go a little feral at you, so you take extra care to actually just listen to him, aside from the small quips and quibbles of the day-to-day. Right now, though, you want to piss him off. You are vibrating with horny energy and affronted energy and genuinely just Energy, so with your fists clenched, you turn up your nose at him. "I don't know, you tell me." Okay, that's good. It's mildly flirty. You are winning at Being a Brat.

"I'm sure you do know. Discipline is not what I would call throwing a fit at being ordered to take care of yourself. It's definitely not stomping your feet at being told no."

"I am taking care of myself! I am balancing work, sleep, eating regularly, bouncing around the multiverse and my own dimension, and I'm not even complaining about anything!"

"You are actively complaining. To me. Right now."

"Because I don't understand why you're punishing me for doing a good job!"

"Trust me, you don't want to know what an actual punishment would look like from me."

Oh.

You quite do, actually.

You are grateful for the dim lighting Miguel keeps, grateful that he's not likely to notice the sudden flush to your cheeks. If he does, he's more likely to take it as anger, anyhow.

"Go home. Get some rest. It's obvious you haven't been sleeping enough."

"T-that is really rich, coming from you!"

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that the only proof I have that you ever eat or leave this room is sometimes I bring you food and it gets eaten. You take care of yourself, and I'll gladly take care of myself."

"Are you trying to strike up a deal with me?"

"Is it working?"

"No."

You hum, feeling the thrill of gaining ground. He's turned away from you, proving that you're right.

"Look, Miguel, we'll both get dinner and get some sleep, and tomorrow morning, the multiverse will still be here, intact, because you are not the only person who can handle yourself and I am not the only person who can handle mine, and—"

"If you would please shut up, I will go eat food."

"Good."

He scoffs. "Already blowing it."

Infuriated, you open your mouth in retort, then slam it shut. You turn, and you leave, and try not to let his voice echo around inside your empty head like a Windows screensaver.

Miguel's voice echoes around inside your empty head like a Windows screensaver, because Miguel’s voice does not care what you are or are not trying to do for your sanity. Every time it hits a corner, you switch between scrolling your phone in frustration, fingering yourself in frustration, and refreshing your package tracker in frustration. Nothing moves or changes, and you are still thinking about his threats to punish you, still thinking about whether he's actually getting good rest, still considering the idea that maybe as part of his you-mandated self care routine tonight, he has gotten food, gone to wherever his bedroom is (likely somewhere hidden in the depths of HQ), and also resorted to lazy masturbation.

You know better to do more than dream, though, so you are stuck with the knowledge that he is not, that, knowing him, he probably waited for you to leave HQ and immediately turned back around to go back to his comfortable dark room, his comfortable monitors, and his comfortable total lack of self-care.

Still, a Spider can dream, and right now, you are dreaming of his cock.

You are rubbing small, slow circles into your clit, two-fingered, and you imagine what he must look like. Healthy fantasies dictate that he's probably only a little above average, so that's what you try to imagine when you think of what he must look like fisting his cock. Your mind conjures the sound of him groaning quietly into a too-large room, the sight of his face, flush with desire that only darkens his handsome features.

It is only a daydream in spite of the late hour, and your imagination can only wander so far, but you allow yourself to think of his fangs flashing as he sighs into the motion, allow yourself to speed up a bit as you imagine him doing the same. He'd be thick, he'd work himself up to an inadvisable pace that you can barely match. He rarely cares for himself, and you imagine that'd translate well—not to desperation, but to desire that bleeds into demand.

It is, after all, quite difficult to tell when a request is an order when it comes to him.

Your body sings as you get close, and then you open your eyes just a little bit, and you see it. The fucking whiteboard.

Mournful, you yank your hand away and slam your face into your pillow.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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eachuisge-cc · 1 year ago

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How to make regular TS4 clothing compatible with DigiLegs: PART 1

This tutorial assumes you're converting for my digitigrade mesh used in my DigiLegs and werewolf override, but it should also apply to any other funky-shaped legs you might want to do this with. Useful either if you want your digitigrade sim to be able to wear a piece of vanilla maxis clothing, or for converting cc (please get permission from the creator where applicable before doing so, especially if they make their own meshes).

I'll do my best to make this tutorial accessible to relative beginners, but I'm assuming that you already have some basic blender knowledge. If you don't, there are a lot of good tutorials that explain its clusterfuck of an interface better than I could, so I recommend finding a few of those and familiarizing yourself with the software before you continue.

You'll need Sims 4 Studio, blender, and potentially an image editor like Gimp or Clip Studio Paint (anything that can handle transparency) depending on the clothing.

This first part will cover shorts and anything else that ends above the knee (along with some extra s4s stuff like category settings and CAS thumbnails that I do to make them look better and behave properly in-game); next section will cover long loose pants which is a somewhat different process, as well as cuffed pants, skintight leggings, and other things that might require some heavier editing and altering of the shadow map, UV, and textures.

Getting Started

Base meshes are available for download here. Please don't reupload them unaltered, and don't alter the edited part of the leg mesh (knees down, basically) or it may mess up their ability to match up seamlessly with other digitigrade parts. The most effective way to use them is to append them to the project you're working on and frankenstein them onto your mesh as needed rather than modifying the blend files themselves, especially if you're making WW parts since these don't include Turbodriver's rig.

Mesh Editing For Shorts

Shorts, miniskirts, and anything else that ends above the knee are great because you don't need to do much, if any, actual sculpting, and once you know how it's relatively quick to do.

To start, export the mesh for the shorts you want to convert the same way you did the legs, all LODs. If you're converting cc, it's possible the original creator won't have made proper LODs (some don't because it's incredibly tedious, but it's good practice and improves visuals and performance in-game), and if that's the case you might want to make some LODs, but I won't tell you how to live your life.

For this, I'll be using these base game vanilla shorts, since I need to convert them anyway. Because when I think of satyrs, obviously I think of khaki shorts.

Yeah.

Append the digitigrade mesh via File>Append. navigate to where you put the legs, pick the mesh you want (make sure the one you're importing is the same LOD and frame as the mesh you're altering), select the object folder, and import s4studio_mesh_1.

You'll end up with a situation that looks something like this. Do not be alarmed.

I don't know why it imports these things along with the mesh (there's a non-zero chance someone will yell at me for doing it wrong and it's not supposed to be like that) but in my experience you don't need any of it, so deselect the mesh and delete everything else that imported.

At this point, to make things easier on yourself, you'll want to hit numpad 3 for orthographic side view, set viewport shading to solid, and hit alt+Z to toggle x-ray view.

Take note of how many objects make up your mesh. For most maxis shorts (and probably a lot of cc ones) there are three that divide up the legs, and it's important that you maintain that number and don't remove/replace any of them, otherwise the mesh will be broken once you import it to S4S. It's finicky like that.

Select the digitigrade legs and go into edit mode, then select everything up to here:

Separate this bit into a new object (P>Selection), then go back to object mode. Select the separated lower leg bit you just made, then SHIFT+select the lowest piece of the vanilla leg (select them IN THAT ORDER, very important), and hit ctrl+J to join them into one object. Go to edit mode for the newly joined leg bits, and delete the vanilla part, leaving only the lower piece of the digitigrade leg. If you've done everything right up to now, your mesh list will still look like this.

or whatever it looked like when you started, plus the one appended mesh.

Now go back to the main digitigrade mesh and select up to here:

separate it and repeat the process you just did, replacing the next leg segment up.

Now go into the topmost part of the vanilla shorts, and select only the leg part and delete it (it's almost always detached from the shorts in vanilla clothes and very easy to select, but with cc this might be a mixed bag and could take more time/effort to do). At this point you should have only the digitigrade leg and the shorts themselves.

You now want to go back to the uppermost section of the digitigrade mesh and delete most of the top part of it, trimming it down so that the leg ends just inside the shorts.

For a lot of shorts and skirts, especially shorter ones, this is all you'll have to do, but in this case I'm going to move those very top/front vertices back a tiny bit, just to make sure there won't be any clipping during animations. I also like to switch viewport shading back to material preview mode at this point to make it easier to see if there are any bits poking through that shouldn't be.

At this point you join the upper legs and shorts like you did with the other two segments (again selecting the digitigrade mesh first and the vanilla shorts second) and by the end your objects list should be back to this:

Now you're done, you can save and import to S4S. the digitigrade legs are already weight painted and have their UVs set up and everything so you don't need to do anything more to them, they'll just work, and as long as you don't edit the mesh or uvs they should blend seamlessly with all the hooves/paws just like the naked leg.

Now do the same thing for the other three LODs. Maybe while singing a sea shanty to stave off the tedium (personally I like listening to podcasts while I do batches of these, it's kind of like knitting for people who love eye strain take breaks from your computer, kids).

S4S Categories/Thumbnails

The three main things you want to do with any digitigrade conversion are disable it for random, restrict opposite frame, and uncheck all occults. That should prevent any broken leg situations. Don't forget to apply to all swatches any time you make a change (I say this because I forget about 30% of the time and end up having to go back and fix it).

At this point, you don't have to do anything more. The clothes will function as they should in-game. If you want nicer looking thumbnails though, and you have the digitigrade werewolves override, there's one more thing I like to do.

Make sure all the thumbnails are blank and check only the werewolf occult in the categories tab, then save and load up the game. Find the clothing you just made in CAS (it will probably show up by default on werewolves of whichever gender you made it for) and cycle through all the swatches to generate new thumbnails that look like this:

instead of this:

Once all the thumbnails are generated, exit the game and export them all (if some of them appear blank, restart S4S and they'll usually show up), uncheck the werewolf occult, clear the thumbnails again, and re-import the werewolf ones. This ensures they won't randomly switch back to the human ones. And it's way faster and easier than making your own custom thumbnails with screenshots and cropping/editing, which is important if you're doing a large amount of these things.

And voilà, you've got your own DigiLeg-compatible clothes. I'll be updating the tutorials as needed for clarity/any information I forgot to include, so please message me if something doesn't make sense or I need to go into more detail on something, and I'll edit it with more/better info. I also entirely learned this through trial and error, so if there's a better way to do any of it that you happen to know, tell me that too, this is just the best way I've worked out to do it.

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