#verse: younger

[midnightsaboteur]

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In the criminal underworld, relationships mattered. It was as important to know who to trust as to who to steal from. Vincent had learned that lesson right from his early days as a thief, when he’d stolen a painting that turned out to be an excellent fake produced by Celiné. From there, the two had hit it off and promptly became on-off lovers alongside their professional ‘collaborations’. 

Celiné’s playful quip about him getting seasick made Vincent laugh, a grin spreading across his lips, too. “It’s surprising, isn’t it? Especially considering all the movement we were doing last night,” he mused, his tone just as teasing as hers. He winked again at Celiné before pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot. He’d just lifted the mug to his lips to sip from when she mentioned his boxers. The hint made Vincent smirk, and he set his cup on the counter before strolling towards her. “Would this suit you better?” he teased, pushing down the thin fabric so it easily fell from his legs, leaving him nude right before her. He let her look for a second before grinning, returning to the counter to retrieve his coffee. 

@dearxeden

[whispercddesires]

"So, what are the chances of you meeting me under the mistletoe so I can kiss you finally?" / @uncontrolledhavoc

[taintedlxve]

Cyr has had a dry spell with everyone’s favorite trickster goddess! Surely she missed Loki playing with her!

"Miss is a strong verb." She hasn't and will never forget the shit Loki put her through.

[burnishedrebel]

Open Starter

Alexei Calvet - 22, heterosexual, ballerino (younger verse)

Open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Connection Ideas - Girlfriend or SO; affair; friend; escort; ex

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Young, handsome, athletic, and at the top of his game, Alexei usually faced few challenges. A ballet prodigy and smooth-talking charmer, he found one or the other got him what he wanted. And yet, as he turned the handle beneath him to find the door still wouldn’t budge, he faced a problem that physical prowess and easy charm couldn’t fix. With his key in the lock and failing to work, there was only one possibility. 

“Darling…” he called out, loud enough to be heard through the door and certainly enough to reverberate down the corridor to be heard by the neighbours. “There’s no need to change the locks. It’s not as bad as you think…” Alexei added, his Russo-French tones thick as he pleaded his case. Admittedly, he didn’t know exactly what he’d done, his mind identifying half a dozen or so things that might have pissed her off. He tried the handle again in a futile gesture before proceeding to knock loudly a few times. “Come on, let me in, let’s talk,” he called out, deliberately loud, in the hope that fear of making a scene would get her to open the door.

[burnishedrebel]

Vincent couldn’t tear his gaze away for even a second, his grip remaining firm on Vera’s hair whilst he fucked her mouth roughly. The tears welling in her eyes only willed Vincent on further, as did the way Vera reached up to take hold of his legs, clearly for support. As he continued thrusting, he felt his climax start to build up from the pit of his stomach. At that point, he started to question whether he wanted to cum down her throat or over her face. Vera’s smeared make-up and her facial expressions made his decision for him. After a few more quick, sharp thrusts, building him up to the point of bursting, Vincent suddenly pulled his cock back out from her mouth. He fired a moment later, with jets of cum spurting from his tip to land across Vera’s face. As his high crashed into him, Vincent moaned and growled, bliss washing over his figure, yet his gaze entirely locked on the sight of Vera’s face as he painted her with his cum, the image certain to be one that would be burned into his mind forever more.  

@sarawritesx

He was going to ruin her, that much was clear and it was all Vera wanted. How many times before has she got involved with men who promised her all these nasty things yet they barely delivered. But that wasn't going to be the case with him, judging by the look in his eyes and the way he grabbed at her hair. She chocked onto his cock immediately as he pushed it down her throat, letting out grunts and puffs as he asked her if she liked it, but there was no way for her to answer him. The sounds and facial expression would have to do. She felt tears pooling in her eyes as he violated her throat, fucked her face in a quick pace, and the word Daddy slipped from him which made her grunt, which sounded sloppy as his cock drilled her mouth, a few drops of saliva gliding down her chin and tears streaming down her face. Hands gripped onto his legs, but not to push him away, more for support. She felt the heat in her cheeks, and wetness between her legs, but god she wanted to not be able to talk right tomorrow once he's done with her, and she wanted his cum, to either feed her with it or paint her face all nice with his seed.

[iwasbored777]

The height difference in ITSV vs in ATSV is killing me 😭 Miles and Gwen were so shorter than Peter, now they're almost as tall as him

[clarissaweasley-10]

Jordie probably spent his last hours reflecting on how much he failed his little brother-

[zepskies]

Heyo! So not sure how youd even write this from a story perspective— maybe headcanons r easier idk— but! What would Current SB/Ben say to his younger self (your choice on age) about his future? Whether it be from an introspective place, him talking fondly about his future family, etc — all you boo👍 Hope youre doing well!

Hey there! Thanks, I'm doing well and hope you are too!

Strictly speaking on story/fic requests, I'm only doing full fic requests on my Patreon, but occasionally I'll be able to do a short imagine/HC when something strikes me. For example, you pose a really interesting question. I think the answer would depend on Soldier Boy/Ben's level of growth/character development.

Like, if we're talking about Break Me Down version of Ben, for example, I've actually thought about this a bit before! If he had the opportunity to talk to his younger self, let's say in the 80s (shortly before Nicaragua):

What (BMD) Soldier Boy/Ben Would Say to His Younger Self

"You just think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" Ben says, crossing his arms at his younger counterpart.

"What? I'm at the top of my game?" Soldier Boy says. He smokes a joint, blowing up smoke casually and arrogantly.

Ben chuckles. "That's what you think."

Soldier Boy frowns. "The whole fucking world worships me. Whatever I want, I get. Women, picture deals, a fucking statue in front of Vought tower-- Hell, I've got hit after hit record on the top of the charts, for fuck's sake."

Ben just shakes his head. His rueful smile irks the other guy, but not as much as what he says next.

"And you're bored," Ben says. "You've got it all... But nothing's ever good enough, right?"

Soldier Boy's lips purse, but he doesn't have an answer. Not one he's willing to voice. Ben nods in understanding.

"It's all right. One day you'll find it," he says.

Soldier Boy frowns, his brows furrowing. "What do you mean, find it?"

Ben doesn't want to give away the punchline. This guy hasn't earned it yet. Not the way Ben knows he'll need to. Otherwise, he'll never understand what it all meant. What all those years struggling alone in the dark, and what betrayal, loneliness, and pain were worth.

No, he won't give it all away. But he'll give him this, at least.

"It's the simplest thing in the world," Ben says. "You're gonna meet a woman."

Granted, the way he met you was anything but simple. The way Ben sees it now, though, it is simple.

Soldier Boy's frown fades, his face turning wry. "A woman, huh? Think I've got plenty of those. Any time, any place, any way I want."

"Not this one," Ben says. He can't help a small, reserved smile when he thinks of you. "Matter of fact, she's going to test your last ever-fucking nerve, every day of your life...but you're not gonna be the same."

Ben thinks about the life he's built with you. He thinks about his daughter, Lila, and his son on the way. Ben pictures the house in his mind--Christmases, birthdays, wedding anniversaries, along with missions gone awry, and the fights and arguments that reverberated on those walls. Moments where his temper got the best of him, or your stubbornness made you dig your heels in. All of it is worth it.

"Then one day, you're going to wake up and realize that you've got everything you need," Ben says.

Soldier Boy seems to take that in. He's still skeptical, but maybe secretly interested in the bright future lying in wait behind his older self's eyes, even though he doesn't want to show it.

"Yeah? And then what?" Soldier Boy asks, in a tone that scoffs, but Ben sees that he's serious too, and he's listening. He knows it as well as he knows himself.

Ben levels a pointed finger at him.

"All you need to do, is protect it."

AN: It's like the old Spiderman meme where he's pointing at himself. lol 💚

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[burnishedrebel]

Esme couldn’t help but whine and whimper as Jack toyed with her clit. She continued rocking her hips against his thigh, her body trembling and shaking whilst Jack curled his fingers and told her to come undone. With how he touched her, Esme knew she didn’t have long left, the familiar feeling of orgasm building right up from the pit of her stomach. She knew she’d do what he wanted within moments, but his threat to take her to the party with a vibrator inside her made Esme’s eyes widen and her mind stir. In the final few seconds before climax, Esme’s mind filled with vivid images of having the toy whirring inside her at the party, working beneath the exquisite dress to keep her on edge whilst she met Hollywood’s elite. “Oh god!” she exclaimed the moment before she came. A cry followed the words, loud and sharp, as the orgasm hit her. Wave upon wave of pleasure crashed into Esme, making her buck and writhe on Jack’s thigh. Cries, whimpers and moans flowed from her, her vision filling with stars and her cunt gushing juices, the pleasure entirely ruling her as she rode through such an intense high. 

@writermuses

Esme's grinding intensified and Jack grew painfully hard at the sight of her desperate rhythm against his thigh. As Esme's hips continued to buck with each thrust of his fingers, slick with her juices, he could feel just how close she was. He deepened his exploration, palm pressing against her clit in a slow, maddening rhythm. Jack watched her ethereal face, mesmerized by the way her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted as she came closer to the edge of release. "Let go, Babygirl. Want to hear you say thank you like a good girl for letting you get off so you can be nice and relaxed for tonight." He smirked and waited, eager to hear and watch the confident woman come undone, regardless of whomever roamed through his gym. Licked his lips, Jack curled his slick fingers. "Give me what I want or I'm going to be reminding you who owns this pussy all night, Esme. I don't think you want to be walking through crowds of Hollywood's elite with a specific kind of punishment in this tight little hole, do you?" The darkness in his gaze should have been evidence enough that he'd certainly been thinking about making her wear a vibe in public, but he wondered if she thought he'd really dangle directors and casting agents in front of her only to make her do it then and there. Still, he could feel how close she was and hoped she'd be obedient and give him what he'd asked for.

[taintedlxve]

@switchrealms replied to your post “Cyr has had a dry spell with everyone’s favorite...”:

Loki vc, quietly: Well….nothing *that* bad…

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"You cursed me. Repeatedly."

[sallymew4]

i love when terumob makes a guest appearance in a ritshou fic because most of the time its like they descend from the heavens as the older, more mature couple to bestow advice to the poor foolish children. while in every terumob fic ever theyre the most romantically inept fools ever who cant catch a break at all

[valtsv]

sketched shrue's definitely totally real daughters. i've named them cecilee and nevine.

[midnightsaboteur]

As soon as Tatum lay down and hitched up her teddy, Roman reached forward and helped her remove the silken garment. With her newly exposed naked figure before him, Roman blatantly raked his gaze up and down her, drinking in every inch. It was something he always liked to do whenever they were intimate, the male never wanting to hide the lust he felt for her. Roman only stopped when Tatum playfully told him to take his cock out, her request making him grin and laugh. “Of course, gotta make sure your fireman is getting his big hose out,” he teased back, mirroring her playful analogy. In just a few quick moments, Roman stripped off the remainder of his clothing and moved back onto the bed, his stiff cock prominent before Tatum. “This what you need, Princess?” he murmured, taking his member in hand so he could start brushing the thick tip against her slick folds. “You want me to bury my big hose inside you?”

@siiinfully

As lustful as their encounter was becoming, she couldn’t help but laugh at his words. They weren’t a turn off; if anything, the humor behind them added to the affection that she felt for him. Tatum pulled him down into a loving kiss, the tip of her nose brushing over his. “You know I’ll always want it, darling,” she murmured, leaving a soft, wet peck on his lips before she lay down and hitched up her teddy, so she could pull it up and off of her. Her body hadn’t changed much, but if what her mom had once told her was right, it wouldn’t be just her belly that would grow big. Her breasts would, too, and Tatum was already pretty ‘gifted’ there. She could only imagine how easy it would be for her to seduce her husband now…like it usually didn’t take much in the first place.

“Go on, Big Fireman Daddy. Put that fire out.” Tatum bit the inside of her lips, and she giggled when she met his gaze again. So she wasn’t as poetic as he was with her words, but she knew she could ride him pretty well. The laughter and the smiles that accompanied the lusty and needy motions seemed to erase everything they had gone through for the past couple of days, and her touch was tender like before.

[ericshoney]

Favourite ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: You have to go to the doctors for a check up, not happy with the needles that come along, so the doctor calls for your favourite brother.

Warnings: probably swearing as usual, platonic nicknames, fluff, needles, doctors

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Today you had to go to the doctors for a check up and some shots. You weren't aware of that part, something your mother and brothers hadn't told you.

Nick, Matt and Chris were going to go along with you for support, knowing you might struggle once you find out. The trio were sat waiting for you and MaryLou. You then rushed to them, showing off your outfit.

"Cute hoodie, kid." Chris said, seeing you wearing the new merch, the guys made sure they had stuff in your size too.

You giggled as your mum came over. The five of you then left for the doctors. It made you slightly nervous, but being five, you were still easily distracted. Nick talked to you the whole way there to ease your mind.

When you parked up, you all walked in, you holding your mum's hand as she signed you in before sitting down and waiting. You only waited ten minutes before being called in.

"Y/n Sturniolo."

Nick, Matt and Chris remained in the waiting area as your mum went in with you. You sat on the bed quietly, swinging your legs as you watched the doctor put some gloves on.

"Hi sweetie, I'm just going to check a few things first, okay." She said sweetly.

You nodded and let her check your weight, height, pulse and breathing. Everything was good but next was the scary surprise. You watched as she went over and pulled out a small needle, making you whimper.

"It's okay honey." Your mum said.

"No." You replied.

"Just a slight scratch, you want to hold your mum's hand?" The doctor offered.

You shook your head quickly and curled up. The doctor looked at your mother who smiled.

"My sons are outside, Nick, Matt and Chris, maybe they can help." She suggested.

The doctor nodded and came to the waiting room. She looked around and saw three identical boys sitting at the back, to which she assumed they were your brothers. She walked over to them with a polite smile.

"I assume your Nick, Matt and Chris?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's us." Nick answered.

"Your sister is about to have a shot, but she's not very happy. Which one of you is her favourite?" She asked.

Nick, Matt and Chris shared a look. None of them thought you had a favourite. The doctor laughed slightly at their confused faces.

"I'll go." The three of them said at the same time as they stood up.

"No, I'm probably the closest to her." Matt said.

"No I am." Nick said.

"Ha no I'm her favourite." Chris said.

"How about all of you come in and help calm her down, I don't mean to rush but I have other people to see." The doctor said.

The three nodded and followed her to the room. You calmed down instantly seeing the three of them walk in, your mother standing by your side.

"Hey bub." Matt called, coming to sit on your left, Nick sat on your right, as Chris stood in front of you.

The guys distracted you, making you laugh and smile, so the doctor could give you the shots without you realising.

"And all done." She said, throwing her gloves away.

"Really?" You asked.

"Yes sweetie, well done." She answered with a smile, giving you a sticker too.

You giggled and headed back to the car. As your mum drove, the guys decided to ask you the big question.

"Sweetheart, who's your favourite?" Nick asked you.

"Favourite?" You repeated the word.

"Yeah, out of us three, bub." Chris said.

"Not have one." You answered simply.

"You don't have a favourite brother or triplet?" Matt asked.

"No! Love all the same!" You cheered.

"Aww, we love you too kiddo." Nick replied.

[cucumberteapot]

The first thing I noticed was the bodies of Spider-people the Spot has either killed or exhausted. You can even see Spider-Plushie in the left-hand corner was a casualty.

Then we see a few frames of Miles fighting the Spot, which I feel is self-explanatory.

But then we get into the interesting part of the vision with Inspector Singh saving the little girl in the red dress, and while we're told these events are of the future. What we see with Jefferson saving the child wouldn't be the first time the Spot's visions show past events, i.e. when he reveals his origins.

I say this because I don't think the vision of Jefferson saving the little boy who is also wearing a red (Spider-man) top - the only time we see colour besides black and white in this scene - is foreshadowing the future.

Because this is the past. And what we're seeing is E-42 Jefferson saving Miles G Morales as a child.

[catwyk]

faulkner is just what happens when a megalomaniacal younger sibling with their head up their own ass is deprived of an older sibling to keep them in check. older siblings are essential to the family ecosystem because they inject a little character into the younger sibling by bullying or swatting at them, providing a subject for the angst inherent to all younger siblings. without an older sibling at whom to direct this "poor me my life is so hard" attitude, the younger sibling believes they really ARE hard done by and they begin behaving accordingly. if carpenter had been around in s2/3, she'd have undermined him to hell and back by saying "faulkner? more like bitch" every time he tried to put the ol silver tongue to use and he'd be too busy trying to cling to his rapidly fraying dignity to worm his way into the inner circle