#why was a doll honey flavored?

[eli-am-confused]

Nibbly taking a bite out of his favorite snack.

(3/6)

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Wow, I didin't know you write for 2ptalia! Not complaining tho, how would the countries (just pick your faves) react to darling choosing their 2p counterpart over them? And what will they do in retaliation to being the unchosen one?

Me: Gets 98% writing only to realize I answered it backwards. hahahahahhhh.  So here a twofer. Reader being rejecting both original and 2p! Hope you guys enjoy! 

2p America: How much Fall flavored shit do you need woman? *Shows pack of Pumpkin Jojo’s, Pumpkin pie flavored Oreo’s, and Caramel Apple creamer* Also the fuck is so funny? 

Me: Roast post. 

2p America: What? 

Me: Shut up and laugh dammit! *throws notebook that ask was written in* 

Characters: America (Obivious as fuck I’d pick him), Canada, England, Germany, Italy, Japan, and Russia. 

🍔🇺🇸America 🍔🇺🇸 “WHAAAAAAAT? YOU’RE INTO A MAN WHO’D RATHER FUCK HIS NAILY BAT?!?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? ARE YOU CRAZY?” He shouts into the early evening air. He was so loud with that last remark that it took a few moments for passersby to look away from you. 

“Alfred! Please keep your voice down! And please release your grip on my arm!” You shrug away harshly to keep space between the two of you. You disliked that he was spouting nonsense. 

“Y/N, please….” You avoid his eyes; you know they were a honey-laced trapped that you knew plenty of unsuspecting people fell for. 

“I’m sorry, Alfred, but he and I work better together and I don’t have to explain that.” Voice was shaky but you knew you’d be away from him soon. Still avoiding his gaze you say ‘Good-Bye’. 

After you’ve left him to be alone with his raw feelings, he will go punch a few brick walls to let off some steam. 

He’s going to go home and ugly cry and eat Half-Baked while he’s half-baked himself making him whole again after a few months pass. 

(Damn reader, you a savage, we now have a sad burger man.)

🕶️🇺🇸2p America 🇺🇸🕶️: “SERIOUSLY DOLL? You go for a man whose entire fucking shtick is eating a shitload of burgers! That bitch wants to be Nikocado Avacado so bad!” 

He’s grinning his teeth. The fury radiated off of him like a heater. He’s gripping the phone so tightly that small indents are beginning to form. He wasn’t interested in prolonging his suffering so he hung up in your face before you even had a chance to try and placate him. The phone meets its demise. The titanium, metal, and nanotech that once resembled a black brick now resembled black sand of sorts. 

He goes out drinking and partying for the night. Why not be hedonistic to high hell if he doesn’t have you? 

He complains about you to others in the FACE family, saying things like: What was there not for them to like about the blood-dusted roses? They show devotion and dedication or whatever bullshit Oliver was on about!

Oliver: “I heard that, you ungrateful tosser! Pay up in the swear jar!” 

Alex: “Fuck yo-” A knife nails his leg and he wails out in pain. 

He ain’t giving up though he’s going to attempt time and time again to get the McDumbass away from you and into his arms. 

🍁🇨🇦🐻‍❄️Canada🐻‍❄️🇨🇦🍁: Most of you reading this post already know he’s going to cry. 

You were kind enough to let him down gently when you video-chatted him. “I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m just really feeling this other guy and I do it with sincerity that you find someone who suits you.” The pregnant silence was deafening but nothing compared to the pipes behind his violet orbs about to burst. He said, “Okay, farewell, Y/N. I hope you and Matthieu will be happy” before he ended the call.  God, that was a cursed sentence. The pipe had burst and tears spilled through his darkened lavender pools. It takes him about 45-minutes to get off the floor and he opens his Tim Horton’s app and gets a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a few Canadian maple and honey crullers. Once it’s delivered, he will devour his meal and sink onto the couch, watching whatever random thing he’s put on Netflix. All while soaking the couch in his copious amounts of tear-soaked Kleenex.  

He’s going to stress-bake pastries while listening to some podcasts to do his best not to think about it. 

He’s also going to turn off his phone intentionally and put it in a phone jail for 78 hours so he doesn’t accidentally waste 5 hours looking at your cute face and the man that has always gotten in his way ever since he came into existence. 

🐻🇨🇦2p Canada 🇨🇦🐻: 

His right eye twitched in frustration over the text message being the only thing he got. His anger swelled the more he thought about it. It was like a boiling pot of water that went from a mildly active simmer to raging waters supported by the heat of a recently awoken volcano. He snuffs out his 4th cigarette, only halfway done and just thinking about his sickly sweet 1p receiving your attention and love. 

He gets crossfaded for the night, so he can numb the stinging pain of rejection. Once he’s done with being on his drug and booze-filled bender he’s going to get to plotting to get you back. 

Even Kuro was high-key annoyed that the snow-colored bear also had your affection. An aggravated growl leaves the beast as his owner reassures him that in time: you will be with them… permanently.   

☕️🫖🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🫖☕️: He’s in his tea room drinking scalding hot Earl Grey. The burn on his tongue felt better than the rejection he received. You picked the pastel palette psychopath with cannibalistic tendencies. 

‘Why y/n why? Why in the world would you want to date that Nutter? Is it because I can’t cook for shit?’ Will be some of the thoughts that echo around in his mind as he blankly stares at his tea until the early hours of the morning. 

‘Dodgy Oliver’ ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Bloody hell, has the world gone mad!?’

He considers making a love potion to make you love him. (Since this is the normal 1p we’re talking about Arthur’s code of ethics hasn’t been entirely yeeted out the door.) 

He will lurk on your social media profiles for a couple of weeks before he picks himself back up again.  🧁🎀☠️ 2p England ☠️🎀�� Mans has been sitting in his elegant pastel library while rage, sadness and disgust are spilling from his eyes. His heart crumbled into his stomach. When his shiny bright baby blues darkened in hue after reading your text he couldn’t help it. “Hey Oliver…. I know this will be difficult to read but I’ve decided that I’m going to be exclusive with Arthur. I really do hope you can find someone for you. Goodbye.” After a few minutes of letting the river flow onto the desk and pages of his prized cookbooks his mind wonder about how you came to the conclusion to go steady with Arthur. Were you daft? Were you under a spell? Did Arthur trick you? Regardless, Oliver was beginning to crave a special sweet treat that will require him to pay the tsundere British man a visit.

💪🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪💪: He’s going to be dumbfounded that you picked Lutz. Like bro has to stare at his phone for 5 full minutes re-reading your text. He tries to make scientific sense of how in fuck you came to the conclusion to like Lutz. After this, he’s just going to curse in his mind for a few hours while he pets his German Shepards while he has maybe a dozen or so cold ones. Ludwig will stare into the void and be like ‘WARUM!?! Auf keinen Fall! Das gibt’s doch nicht!’ 

No matter what, it will never make sense to him. He will be despondent for a while but with the help of Prussia, Italy, and Japan (and his two favorite things Beer and Schnitzel) he’ll be fine. 

You live rent-free in the back of his mind though. While ‘Why for the love of god would you pick someone like him?’ 

💤😴2p Germany😴💤While staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes…he won’t shed a tear, whine, or break things to let out his frustrations. He does nothing. He knows it’s not worth it. He knows he’s not what many would call a “catch”. Sure he has a rugged charm of sorts but that doesn’t mean it makes up for his mentally unwell state of working for Luciano. He will simply stare at the text message that read: 

Hey Lutz, I think it’s best that we just be friends. Ludwig and I are going steady. I just wanted to be transparent with you. I’m sorry.

Even as empty as the words felt, he stared at them with a mixture of regret, sadness, and self-pity. After a while, he releases the phone to fall onto the bed. Well, if there’s nothing he can do, he may as well just jerk it to someone who looks like you. 

🍝🇮🇹Italy🇮🇹🍝 Let's be real he takes your rejection like a champ. He'd been rejected by tons of people before. He’s a professional flirter what do you expect? He’ll go to another bar and snag more bitches. 

This doesn’t mean that later he’s going to realize: WHY ARE YOU DATING A DANGEROUS MAN???????

(Yes, I took this angle for him. Feliciano can be baby but ooooooh lawd he can be a player. He got that 🌟✨duality✨🌟)

��🇮🇹2p Italy🇮🇹🔪: His favorite switchblade is tossed back and forth like an acrobat during a finale. Rage is spilling through his pores. His ears burn as honesty comes spilling from you. 

“Maybe it’s best if we can be friends. I’m romantically intertwined with Feliciano and he’s a really sweet guy and I have to take a chance with him.” Your honesty was charming just as it was brutal. It was horrible for him to think about losing you. Your melodic voice was like hearing a live chorus from the musical Baroque of the 1600s. His dream of having you with him was shattered by the idiotia constantly waving a white flag. He stabs the right arm of the chair that he was seated in and drags the knife backward. Cotton and alligator leather were ruined in the blades' wake. 

He was going to give the bastard something to cry for. 

Bro is going to be wine-wasted for the rest of the night and become a little violent towards anyone who is within range of him. Kuro and Lutz 100% know to stay the hell out of his way until the storm has passed. 

👹👺🇯🇵2p Japan🇯🇵👺👹: Oh fuck. You essentially set off an entity that’s similar to Slenderman. Kuro is silent and brooding and his plans are gruesome, slow, and violate the human code of ethics. You were brave enough to have the conversation with him over tea. The air is tense, filled with discontent, and hate. What a waste you’d fallen the evenly keeled Kiku. He cared too much about cherry blossoms, respect, blah, blah, blah. Why would you ever date someone with a massive tree up his ass? His hand will itch for the blade. He wanted to rid the world of Kiku’s existence right that second. 

“Kuro, I’ll be honest I’ve found someone who matches my energy and I’m going to work it out with Kiku. We just work well together.” His eyes shot daggers at his green tea in an attempt not to scare you. He believes he still has a chance he’ll just have to convince you. However, he couldn’t suppress his vibes which could be cut by a plastic knife it was so thick. You bit your lip and gather your nerves. You pull out some yen from your bag to cover your drink and you leave in a huff. You knew from that point onwards that nothing in your life would ever be the same. 

It takes Kuro an hour to finally end his staring competition with his tea. He’s never been so bothered in his life. He blocks you on all social media and uses his alt accounts to gather intel. He isn’t going to let you go, nor will he let Kiku win. 

He definitely goes home that night to destroy a few trees and maybe even a few of his own men who dared to look at him the wrong way. 

🇯🇵 🌸 Japan 🌸🇯🇵 He’s stunned. He will have few words in response.

“Okay, farewell Y/N… and it really was nice to meet you.” he will politely bow and walk away.

his heart will take a while to recover through because you a catch!

☠️🇷🇺 2p Russia 🇷🇺 ☠️Jesus Christ or Holy Fuck are the only phrases that are appropriate for the bitter resentment he has for Ivan. The normally just frigid atmosphere transformed into a bitter frost that could give anyone uninitiated to the cold instant frostbite. Ice on the window appears and freezes over behind him while he grips your written letter explaining to him why you made your choice. He’s nicer, his scarf was warmer and a much more inviting light pink than his confronting red one. 

Outwardly he might be tame / measured inwards he’s brooding and plotting revenge on his counterpart….Only to execute none of it. He knows what he wanted is gone and he’s far too depressed to do something about it. 

He’ll stay in his office while he writes out a complex seven-point plan placing a dead a dead gladiolus flower next to each. He imagines his rival in a pool of blood to make it easier for him to sleep at night. 

🇷🇺🪆🌻Russia🌻🪆🇷🇺He does his best to choke back tears. He won’t lie you sent ice-picks straight to his heart. Thoughts about being lonely swarm his mind. It hurts him because you’re a mortal he’s grown fond of that didn’t have ulterior motives to be around him. He fiddles with his scarf to avoid your lovely (eye color) hues. 

“I’m going to leave Y/N, farewell.” He leaves in order to keep at least some of his pride in tact. 

‘Why Viktor? He’s even more terrifying than me!’ While he mulls over not winning you over, over some Vodka on the rocks a thought crosses through him: 

‘Wait a minute if that psychopath can have a lover so can I! There is still hope!’ 

-End- 

Thank’s for reading ya’ll !

[marzmeltdown]

Honey Whiskey

⌦ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader ⌦ Word Count: 1.96k

⌦ Genre: Smut (MDI) ⌦ Warning(s): Use of alcohol, drunken sex (both consensual, please drink responsibly), use of pet names(darling, baby, doll) fingering, mc has a vagine but other than that they're gender fluid, oral (f receiving), sex against the wall,, kinda, its against a door, pining, slight choking, again, kinda, unprotected sex (be safe pls), Jisung finishes inside(but it's implied that mc is safe from harboring any passengers inside their body), walk of shame. ⌦ Summary: You go to a college party with your friend expecting to have anything but a good time, until you meet man who turns your dreaded night into something to be remembered. ⌦ A/N: This fic is loosely based off of Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves, and by loosely I just mean the title. It has also been a very long time since I've written fanfiction, let alone smut, so bare with me. With that being said, if you have any suggestions, please feel free to send them my way :)

If you had to choose between sitting through a chemistry exam without having studied any of the material or going to a party with your best friend Yeji, you would have chosen the former of the two. Regardless of your unwavering dislike for the party scene, your best friend successfully dragged you to your university's end-of-year party. The scent of cheap alcohol, sweat, and throw-up mixed together to make a nose-curling smell that seemed to linger no matter what end of the frat house you stood at.

"Y/N! Come on and dance with me!" Yeji whined as she tugged on your left arm, your right holding onto the red Solo cup with some kind of beer that you had been nursing all night.

"Yeji, you know I don't like to dance," you whined back, not moving from your spot in the corner. At this point, you were sure you had grown roots where you stood; you'd been there so long. After what felt like forever, though it was only two minutes, you looked at Yeji's glossed-over puppy-dog eyes and sighed. Your best friend had such a talent for getting her way. "Fine, let me just set this down somewhere…"

"Why don't you just chug it?" Yeji asked, her hands still holding onto your left while she looked at the cup that was only a quarter of the way full.

You looked at the yellow, carbonated drink in your hand and then back at your friend, a look of disgust making its way to your face as you pondered drinking the rest of the beer. You'd been tipsy already, Yeji having successfully filled your stomach with liquid that could only be described as fruit-flavored rubbing alcohol.

Sighing, you lifted the red plastic cup to your lips as you took a deep breath through your nose, either for confidence or to prevent yourself from gagging; you weren't sure. You looked at your best friend one last time before letting your jaw open, inviting the beer into your mouth.

It didn't take long for you to finish the cup, setting it on a random surface before joining your friend in the sea of sweat and glitter-covered college-aged adults. To say you weren't enjoying yourself at least a little bit would be a lie. Once you and Yeji began dancing together, it felt nice to let loose a little, even if you were out of your element.

You jump ever so slightly when a hand places itself on the small of your waist, and the body to which the hand belonged swayed to the music alongside you. You turn your head ever so slightly, seeing that the mysterious hand and body belong to one of the cutest boys you have ever had the pleasure to dance with. Han Jisung.

If Jisung had gripped at your waist with that much fervor any other day, you would have harshly pushed him away before ranting to Yeji and Tzuyu about how college men are disgusting and cannot keep their hands to themselves. But today wasn't like any other day; today you were a completely different person in a completely different situation, and the look of approval along with the two thumbs up given to you by your friend reassured that you were indeed having a good time.

Had someone told you that you would be sleeping with Han Jisung at some party, a more popular person at your university. Or as popular as one can be in college. You would have told them that they were stupid before rolling your eyes to hide the blush your cheeks would have contained in that moment.

Jisung didn't waste any time as he dragged you to an empty bedroom at the end of the hallway. Your back was pressed against the door as Jisung's hands hungrily roamed along your body. His lips connected themselves to your own, pulling a small moan from your throat when his teeth pulled against your bottom lip.

He smirked as your small mewl of pleasure reached his ears, and your stomach tensed as his hands moved themselves from your waist and to the hem of your shirt. "May I?" He asked against your lips, pausing his movements all together until you gave him the okay to continue.

You nodded, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him closer—if that were even possible—as your hands found their way into his black locks.

"Please..."

With a whisper of approval coming from your lips, Jisung lifted your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to an unknown location in the room. The male you held tightly in your grip ripped his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor alongside your own shirt as he leaned into your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

Jisung's hands found their way to your nipples, taking the hardening buds in between his pointer and thumb, rolling and tugging gently at the beads. You couldn't help but let out another whine when from the stimulation your nipples were receiving, gasping once more when Jisung moved his thigh in between your own.

Almost instinctively, you began rolling your hips along his clothed thigh, more whines and whimpers falling from your mouth as your swollen clit rubbed against the seam of your jeans with every thrust of your hips against his thigh. Your hands dug themselves deeper into Jisung's hair, tugging ever so gently, earning you a groan from your partner in response.

You felt Jisung's hands reach down to unbutton your pants, pulling down the denim fabric, and you stepped out of the pants that lied around your ankles, kicking them to join the two shirts that had been discarded earlier. Jisung reached to grope your chest once more as he kissed his way to your soiled panties.

A smirk found its way to the other's lips as he came face to face with the heat that was growing hotter the longer he teased. You couldn't help the blush of embarrassment or how your hands instinctively hid the new shade of red your face had adorned. Jisung noticed your embarrassment, his hands trailing up the thigh he had placed on his shoulder only a few moments ago, in an attempt to ease your nerves. His lips followed the trail his hands led, leaving small kisses along the way.

"Jisung, please..."

You weren't sure what you were begging for, but the chuckle that left your partners lips made you certain that you wanted him to touch you.

"Please what, darling?" Jisung asked against your thigh, his trail of kisses stopping right at the hem of your panties. He looked at you, as if he were waiting for consent once more, though this time he was waiting for you to elaborate on your plead.

"Please touch me," you whined. Your whining seemed to flip a switch inside of Jisung's head as his hands pulled your panties off your body whilst his mouth latched itself to the swollen bead of nerves that had been longing for attention. His mouth wasted no time sucking your clit against his lips, every few seconds he would dip lower and lick against your entrance with the hunger of a man who'd been deprived a nutritious meal for far too long.

Your hands flew to latch themselves against his hair, tugging on it each time Jisungs tongue dipped into the caves of your opening. He groaned at your taste, slipping a finger into your hole as his tongue focused on your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of your hole.

The stimulation from Jisung's fingers and tongue caused your back to arch against the door you had been pinned against from the moment it was shut and locked. Your hole clenched around his fingers as your slick ran down your thighs, you tugged at Jisung's hair once more as the coil inside your stomach began to tighten.

"Jisung.. Fuck me! Fuck me, please!" You begged, pulling the man up by his hair so you could kiss him. Jisung grunted against your lips, and watching you taste yourself on his tongue made his painfully hard cock twitch inside his pants.

"So impatient," Jisung teased against your lips. Using the speed of a madman and the strength of a thousand men, he threw his pants down, hoisted you up, and wrapped your legs around his waist. You whined in response, gripping the flesh of his back as you felt Jisung inch his way into your entrance.

When he bottomed out, he waited for you to adjust, and only when you nodded your head did he start thrusting his hips up into your own. Your moans sounded like music to the man's ears, one hand gripping at the fat of your thigh while the other held your chin in place, turning your head to the side so he could mark your neck up with bite marks.

As Jisung's thrusts turned into rough pounding, hitting that sweet spot inside of your spongy walls, you threw your hand up to your mouth, covering the unholy noises coming from your mouth. You were snapped out of your trance as your hand found itself pinned to the door behind you.

"I wanna hear you, baby."

Jisung whispered into your ear, the hot air sending shivers up your spine as Jisung intertwined his fingers with your own. The noises that were coming from your mouth would make a nun blush, and the words you spoke would prevent you from looking anyone in the eyes in a normal setting.

"F-Fuck! Jisung, right there! Please!" You whined, feeling your hole flutter and clench around Jisung's cock, the cord that had once been left to dissipate now binding itself up in your stomach again. Your legs began to shake from the pounding you were receiving from Jisung.

"Fuck, keep doing that, and I'm not going to last much longer," Jisung grunted into your ear. The way his thrusts began to falter and his cock twitched inside your walls, you could tell he was just as close as you were.

"I'm close!" you mewled, using your free hand to manoeuvre the man's face to your own in attempts to kiss him once more. The action couldn't be considered a kiss in a literal sense, however, not with the amount of teeth and nose clashings you two had shared.

"Cum on my cock, doll," Jisung whispered against your lips. Those words were enough to send you over the edge, a wanton moan leaving your lungs as you came. Your finish running its course down Jisung's cock finally pushed him over the edge. He thrusted three more times before he came, riding out his high while simultaneously fucking his cum back into you.

Once he slowed his thrusts to a halt, he stood there for a second, the both of you panting as though you had just run a marathon. You slumped yourself against Jisung's shoulder as he pulled out, letting your legs fall to the floor again. It felt odd, holding onto Jisung like that, but it was a nice feeling. As soon as you gathered your strength, you pulled away from him, trying desperately to locate your clothing.

"Y/N! I was worried; you were gone for so long!" Yeji gasped, hugging you tightly as you shamefully walked down the steps to the party that seemed to have only gotten bigger since you and Jisung had enjoyed each other's company. You blushed heavily, looking up at the man who'd taken you from your best friend long enough for her to worry. Either Yeji was too shitfaced to notice the purple marks that littered your neck or she was saving you the embarrassment; either way, you were relieved that she didn't say anything.

[aliypop]

Lover Doll : Danny Fisher X Reader

Word Count: 784

Writers Note: You liked Tulsa so here is Danny, sorry it's short

Warning: SMUT

Pairing: Reader x Elvis movie character

Plot: You're the top burlesque dancer at the club and everyone wants you, but you only want one man and he wants you too.

"20 MINUTES TIL SHOW TIME GIRLS!" The stage manager called out to you and your troupe of burlesque dancers."Thank you, 20!" you all shouted, putting on your makeup and your (F/C) feathered boa as you snapped the fasteners on your garter belt. You were the youngest in the troupe, but you were the lead. You had a gorgeous body that all the women envied. And all the men wanted. Especially, "Don't look now (Y/N), but here's Danny..." One of the girls said as they greeted him. Danny was attractive, with blue eyes, black hair, and a smirk that made a girl want to "Forgot something?" You ask as he's staring you down. You two always had tension, be it during rehearsals or talking. Everyone knew Danny wanted you. 

"Yeah.. uh. Girls can I talk to (Y/N) alone." The girls walked out as they looked at you with a knowing smirk, 

"Is something wrong, Danny..." You ask as your (S/C) cheeks blush. He's standing by the dressing room door, a hand on his hip, the other on his ascot, as he's looking at you like a juicy steak, 

"You could spare me an early show, honey," Danny smirks as you feel in-between your legs get a little wet.

"Danny, I-"

"Oh, come on, doll. You got 20 minutes, and I've seen what you can do under 10 with just a fan." getting close as your (E/C) eyes meet with his mesmerizing baby blues, leaning down to whisper, he kissed your neck.

 "I know you want me (Y/N)."

"How can you be so sure..." You try to hide the fact, but your body shivers at his touch, 

"Cause you want me to (Y/N)." Danny grabs your neck softly as he kisses you with every ounce of passion in him. Biting your lip, you moan a little as his tongue wraps around yours, causing heat between you two. Breaking away, you feel him getting hard against you as your body aches for him.

"Do you want this..." Danny asks as you nod, "Words, honey." 

"Yes, Danny..." You feel him unlace your corset as he grins, "Careful..."

"I'm not gonna ruin nothing, well maybe your makeup." He mentions rolling down your stockings and the panties that match your corset top. The only thing covering you was your boa and tassel pasties. Danny began to slowly kiss down your body as you mewled and moaned, his fingers finding that oh-so-slick puddle that he helped you make, 

"Want me to take care of that..."

"Yes..."

"Yes, what (Y/N)."

"Sir..."

"Good girl," He spreads your legs as his fingers plunge in and out of you. Your breathing hitches as you see his face sinking between your (S/C) thighs, his tongue lapping and sucking on your clit as you soon feel his tongue nearly fucking into you, enjoying the flavor of you as your juices drip down his chin. Devouring you much like how one would devour an orange, he could feel you growing closer as he pulled away from you, your eyelashes fluttering close as he kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you wanted more.

"Danny..."

"10 MINUTES TIL SHOW TIME!"

"(Y/N) Do you trust me?" 

"Yes..." You blush. Danny positions you, facing your vanity mirror as he slowly thrusts into you. He was hitting deep already as your knees buckled.

 "I gotcha. Just relax."

"You can... Oh fuck! Move..." You gasp as he pulls your (H/L) (H/C) hair and begins to ram into you, moaning and groaning in your ear at the sight of your nipple pasties twirling with every thrust. You hold onto the table, your mascara running and your lipstick ruined as you're both screaming each other's names.

"(Y/N)!"

"DANNY! AH... FUCK... YES DON'T STOP!"

"I- OH GOD!" He shouts, pulling out of you as you get on your knees and catch his warm seed in your mouth. You open wide to show Danny you've swallowed it all. 

"I see why they call ya Vava." Danny smiled, helping you clean up,

"I don't do this with anyone you know..." You say, reapplying your makeup as he hands you your corset,

"So I'm special..."

"You could say that." You pull him in for a kiss.

"SHOW TIME!"

*BONUS*

The music played as Danny sang. You began twirling your fan and dancing as Danny stared at the hickey on your neck. A smirk was exchanged as you threw your glove out into the crowd, strutting past him as he smirked. You brush up against him as he whispers something in your ear, making you blush.

And, oh, they love you like no one can

It makes you awful glad that you were born a man

[allycat75]

A bit more about the repercussions of "Drive Away Dolls"...

Boy, it's one thing for critics not to like a film, but it is an entirely different thing to have it despised by audiences. I know Boston Dumb Fuck's comeback cult leader role in "Honey Don't" was reported to be the second in the "Drive Away Dolls" trilogy, but it looks like the marketing team is already backing away from that, trying to push it as more of an "anthology" (and if it gets worse, perhaps no connection at all). I do wonder, however, how much script doctoring they are currently doing to fix any problems. Always a good sign for a movie just about ready to begin filming in a couple of weeks.

But I think this tale is emblematic of a larger problem- lack of authenticity. Not too long ago, most of us were contemplating our priorities and our own mortality in lockdown as we watched the Covid losses reach into the millions. Many of us felt if we made it, we would come out of it with more of an appreciation of what was real and true- the people in our lives, the experiences we have, how we spend our time because it is all precious and can be taken too soon and at any moment.

But, how soon we forget. It seems we have become cynical, apathetic and manipulative again (maybe) and no where is this seen more, with the exception of politics (*cough* ASP *cough*), is in what Hollywood tries to shill. They expect us to be brain dead and grateful for their product, and feel they can put anything out there and we will eat it up like gluttons. Whether it is the new male or female flavor of the month (regardless of talent), the latest recycled intellectual property or the original too cool for school-more shine than substance asset, they think we have forgotten what authenticity means and that is why we are seeing so many failures. In the era of social media, everyone is now an expert. We know the tricks and we don't like being conned out of our hard earned dollars by billionaire C-suite pricks who are worried if they can buy their 4th yacht.

And this incompetent, pointless, inauthentic shitshow we are witnessing is exemplary of how out of touch BDF and his team appear to be. It is like he is a jockey riding the doped-up horse that is his career (both with blinders on), owned by CAA and trained by Narrative, each with other jockeys and horses they care about much more. Most of us are no longer betting on him and his horse because we know the disaster that will come- not if, but when.

His team has often given him dubious content. Take "Playing it Cool", coincidentally also staring Aubrey Plaza, who has a role in "Honey Don't". This is a very weak, if not completely problematic, script and while he was popular, BDF could at least make something like this inert. But in this new hypocrite era, BDF can't save a feeble project and will be blamed for it, furthering his reputation as a joke in the industry. Look at "Pain Hustlers"- one of those too cool for school scripts, giving a too cool for school performance. Millions of people have died due to the opioid crisis, but why further the debate or shine a new light when you can exploit that suffering for a slick, self-serving movie for Netflix.

No one wants superficial, but that seems to be how BDF and his handlers are looking at his career, and really his life. Don't look too closely at the script; don't look too closely at the contract; don't look too closely at the wifey and her background; don't look too closely at your own thoughts and emotions; don't look too closely at how your decisions and actions affect the world around you. A selfish life for selfish people.

But the world spins madly on and as an original, lovable celluloid fibber once said "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it."

[kingarthurflourofficial]

thank you my dear jamila!!! @dearmrsawyer

nearly all my answers are based on either my seven year old self or the last two weeks (have fun guessing which is which lol)

Favorite Animal: wolves!!! listen some of us were wolfgirls and never recovered from one of two of those things

Favorite Movie: henry v 1989

Favorite Season: fall!!! altho spring is creeping up on me as a slow fave the more into my garden i get.

Favorite Character(s): ummmmmm. the no more jockeys boys? i know they're real people but also blah blah fourth wall blah blah my own little paper dolls to play with.

Favorite Color: GREEN! i love greens and purpley-blues and reds the best (someone colour theory me about it) but green will always be famous

Favorite Hobby: it's gotta be reading. but again gardening is sneaking up on me like spring. or invasive species. best of all is gardening while listening to a book or podcast.

Favorite Book: the eagle of the ninth but RELUCTANTLY. why are you making me choose!

Favorite Song: again!! why are you making me choose! i'm tempted to just agree with jamila and say girl almighty (if i ever get lyrics tattooed it'll be something from this song). but right now i cant stop listening to 'settle down' by daoi freyr. his whole new album is SO good.

Favorite Drink: i love a flavored black tea. i'm having a mango black blend rn with honey and half n half and it's. chefs KISS.

im gonna tag @lionlass7, @littlepetbee, @heartshapedcloud, and @gentle-vers if you like!

[dumb-honey-bunny]

100 AgeRe Questions

1🐝 What Age(s) Do You Regress To ~ 2-6

2🍯 Do You Pet Regress As Well / What Animal ~ i dont think so

3🥮 How Long Have You Been Regressing ~ for about 5ish years

4🐌 Is Your Regression Voluntary, Involuntary, Or A Mixture ~ involuntary mostly

5🐻 What’s Your Personality Like When Regressed ~ either playful or sometimes just sleepy

6🐴 How Often Do You Regress ~ not as often as i want

7☕ What Helps You Get Into Headspace ~ kid shows or playong with toys

8📜 Are You A Baby, Toddler, Or Big Kid Regressor ~ toddler or a kid

9🦇 Do Your Likes Change When Regressed ~ not really

10⏳ Do You Have A Baby Voice In Headspace ~ sometimes

11🍪 What Makes You Instantly Small ~ stuffies

12🧋Why Do You Regress ~ trauma

13🌙 Pink Or Blue ~ both

14⭐ Dragons, Unicorns Or Fairies ~ dragons or fairies

15☁️ Dinos, Princesses, Space Or Safari Theme ~ dinos or space

16💫 Neon, Pastel, Neutral Or Dark Pallets ~ a mix off all but mostly darker colors

17🐮 Favorite Regression Clothes ~ my oogie boogie onesie

18🌸 Favorite Color ~ silver

19🐭 Do You Collect Stickers ~ yes

20🧁 Coloring Book Or Paint By Numbers ~ coloring book

21🍧 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ legos or playdoh

22🦄 Finger Paint Or Brushes ~ brushes

23🧼 Crayons, Colored Pencils Or Markers ~ crayons

24☀️ Do You Have A CG / Name For CG ~ i do mamma

25🌻 Do You Have A Baby Sitter ~ yes

26✨ Do You Have Any Sibbies ~ yes

27🧺 Do Your Parents Know About Your Regression ~ i dont know

28🧋 Favorite Nicknames / Pet Names ~ anything that isnt talking about royalty

29🍕 Ideal Playdate ~ park playdate

30🐱 Sleep In Crib Or With CG ~ with cg

31🍼 Favorite Snack ~pb&j

32🧸 Favorite Juice ~ mix berry

33🍪 Favorite Icecream Flavor ~ i prefer sherbet

34🩹 Favorite Type Of Milk ~ honey milk

35🐶 Sweet, Sour, Spicy, Bitter Or Savory ~ sweet or sour

36🍰 Favorite Dessert ~ gummies

37🍦 Favorite Type Of Chocolate ~ milk

38⏳ Mac & Cheese Or Nuggets ~ both

39🎒 Favorite Movie ~ Coraline

40🍬 Favorite Cartoon ~ invader zim

41🚀 Favorite Game ~ depending on the day

42🎀 Favorite Disney Princess ~ mulan or tiana

43⚾ If You Could Have Any 1 Superpower What Would It Be ~ shapeshift

44🍄 Anime Or Cartoons ~ cartoons

45🍓 Favorite Carebear ~ grumpy or sleepy bear

46✏️ Shows Or Movies ~ movies

47🐛 Do You Believe In Fairies ~ yes

48🐸 Do You Have A Comfort Character ~ yes

49🌱 Do You Like Rain At Night ~ yes but no thunder

50🦕 Are You Easily Scared ~ ehhh

51🧃 Are You Also A Carer ~ no

52🌵 Are You Independent Or Dependent ~ depends on the day

53🍃 What Pulls You Out Of Headspace ~ alot of thing

54🍏 Are You Scared Of Bugs ~ no

55🦝 Favorite Toy Series ~ monster high

56🚛 Do You Use Pacis ~ yes

57🦴 Do You Use Diaps ~ no

58🦈 Gear Wishlist ~ more pacis and more onesie

59🍵 Favorite Regression Item ~ my stuffies and paci

60🐾 Sippy Cup Or Bottle ~ sippy cup

61🦊 Oldest Stuffie ~ a dog that ive had forever

62🎃 Do You Sleep With A Stuffie ~ yes cant sleep with out one

63🔥 How Many Stuffies Do You Have ~ alot

64🍂 Newest Favorite Stuffie ~ a cow, and my favorite is my dog or bunny

65🏵️ Build A Bear, Amusement Park, Or Disney Store ~ amusement park

66🥧 Stuffed Animals Or Dolls ~ stuffed animals

67👽 Do You Have A Bedtime ~ no

68🍭 Do You Keep An AgeRe Journal ~ yes

69⚡️ Do You Have Rules ~ not really

70🍥 Blankie Or Paci ~ paci

71🌈 Night Light Or Glow-In-The-Dark Stars ~ both

72🌿 Bedtime Stories Or Lullabies ~ bedtime stories

73🎩 Favorite Thing To Do Outside While Small ~ stargazing

74🐵 Favorite Thing To Do Inside While Small ~ color

75🦋 Blanket Fort Or Bouncy House ~ blanket fort

76🐯 Stroller Or Walk ~ walk

77🔮 Dress Up Or Tea Party ~ tea party

78🦜 Do You Like The Playground ~ yes

79💖 Early Bird Or Night Owl ~ night owl

80📝 Indoors Or Outdoors ~ indoors

81💕 Warm Or Cold Weather ~ cold weather

82🦢 Dogs Or Cats ~ both

83☎️ Do You Have Any Pets ~ yes

84💌 Favorite Animal ~ bunnies, cats, dogs, cows, goats, and bats

85🍒 Favorite Holiday ~ Halloween

86🐇 Favorite Season ~ winter

87❤️ What’s Your Big Age ~19

88🌼 What’s A Nostalgic Place For You ~ none

89🐳 Playdoh, Legos Or Slime ~ legos or playdoh

90🐙 Do You Collect Anything ~ yes

91🐠 Bubble Baths Or Bath Toys ~ both

92🍑 Are Your Agere Interests More Fem Or Masc ~both

93☔️ Do You Stim More While Regressed ~ yes

94🎨 Favorite Place To Regress ~ my room

95🧵 Favorite Regression Youtuber ~ jacksepticeye

96🌈 Favorite Site/App For Regression Community ~ tumblr

97💐 What Do You Wanna Be When You Grow Up ~ nice

98📒 What’s The Most Nostalgic Electronic For You ~ the fist xbox

99📀 A Toy You Always Wanted But Never Got As A Kid ~ i dont remember

100🪐 What Is Your Favorite Thing To Learn About In Headspace ~ stuff about deities

[stephanieromanoff]

Angel to wispy for the ask game 😘

Oh my 😂 okay

angel; do you have a nickname? I have several. Here people either call me Stephanie or Steph, and irl people call me Be, Beba or Betine.

awe; how old are you? 21.

bloop; spirit animal? I think it’s wolf.

blossom; favorite book/movie/song? Fav movie is Mamma Mia, book is Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, and song currently is Lift Me Up by Rihanna.

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child? A bear.

breeze; most precious childhood memory? The day my cousin (who I consider the sister I’ve always wanted to have) was born.

bubbles; do you have a best friend? I do, more than one.

buttercup; showers or baths? Showers.

butterfly; dream destination? Mexico.

buttons; are you religious or spiritual? No.

calm; favorite scent? Home.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night? I have no idea.

charming; have you ever been in love? I don’t think so.’

cozy; eye/hair color? My eyes are dark brown and my hair is currently ginger.

cupcake; favorite flower/plant? I don’t have one.

cute; what did you get on your last birthday? Alcohol and a card.

cutie pie; most precious item you own? My lesbian flag.

cutsie; what makes you happy? Being around people I like.

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free. When I traveled with my cousin.

daydream; how do you want to be remembered? As someone who made a difference.

daylight; favorite album of all time? I don’t have one.

dear; zodiac sign? Scorpio ♏️

delightful; concerts or museums? Concerts

dimples; have you ever written a letter? Yeah

dobby; dream job? Criminal psychologist

doll; how do you like to dress? Stylish and comfortable

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences? No

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos? I do, 6

drizzle; do you believe in aliens? I believe there’s other beings around the universe

euphoric; talk about someone you love. One of my best friends. She’s been there for me since 7 grade and though we’re very different from each other she’s still like a sister to me

fairy; do you have a pet? I have 2 dogs

fluffy; ocean or mountain? Ocean

forever; where do you feel time stop? Idk

froglet; are you a good plant owner? I don’t really like plants lol

garden; how many languages do you know? 4

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs? You wifey

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice? I don’t really have one

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not? I like when they’re polite

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself. I like my eyes, that I’m always on a good mood, I’m very optimistic, I like my hair and that I’m usually very calm

heart; silk or lace? Lace

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it? Tea. No milk and no sugar.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why? People watching ig, I’m not really into birds

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep? Rain

jewel; what's your favorite kind of weather? Not too hot or too cold and sunny (if I need to leave my house)

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends? Watch movies or shows and hang out with friends

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more? I usually giggle

kinky; do you blush easily? Yeah because I’m pale af lol

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most? Having a family with my future wife

kitty; what's your favorite time of the day? Afternoon

ladybug; what's your favorite artist to listen to when you're sad? I don’t have a preference on music when I’m sad

love; what is your favorite season and why? Spring because it’s more beautiful considering the flowers and stuff, and also because my birthday is on spring

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream? I don’t really eat macaron, but my favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry

magic; what are five flaws you have? I’m lazy, I procrastinate a lot, I can get angry very easily depending on the person I’m angry at, I get annoyed by people very easily as well and I don’t trust easily

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks? Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other? Loyalty and someone who is fun to be around

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date? With someone I really like doing something I really like

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself? Listening to music

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life? I have to learn how to say “no” more often. It will definitely save me from uncomfortable situations.

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more? Bake

prince; how would vou describe vour handwriting? I feel like my handwriting is pretty if we’re comparing with kids handwritings, but too childish if we compare with adults

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play? I used to play piano and guitar, and I wish I still played piano and learned how to play drums

prinky; how do you relieve stress? Listening to music

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/ vegetable? My favorite fruit is strawberry and I don’t have a favorite vegetable

rainbow what was the last line of the last book you read? I don’t remember

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far? My high school graduation

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you? Figuring out I’m a lesbian

shine; art or music? Music

shimmer; do animals tend to like you? Dogs yes

smitten; do you collect anything? Funko pops

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with? 2

snuggle; what is your favourite candy? Brigadeiro

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind? No

sparkle; do you wear jewelry? Earrings and sometimes a necklace

spooky; sunrise or sunset? Sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones? I prefer without headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child? Wizards of Waverly Place

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house. My bedroom

soothe; digital or vinyl? Digital

squeezed; who do vou miss right now? My friends from uni

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends? The same I value in a romantic partner: loyalty and being fun

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing? Practical

sweet; do you find it easy to open up? It really depends on who I’m opening up to

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any? I love kids and I’d love to have some

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they? My mom

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself? That I try to see the positive side of things in every situation

tootsie; what kind of friend are you? I’d say the clumsy one

treasure; what was something that made you smile today? Seeing my favorite cousin

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl? Early bird

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be? Teleportation

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out? Doing stuff at home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup? No

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person? Tidy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older? I don’t dislike it, and yeah I’d live here when I get older

Thank you for sending this, wifey 💚

[deadnightcoffeetime]

The Man In Black (page 10) (COPY RIGHT)

Michael takes a last sip of water, before knocking out on the couch. He places the cup on the coffee table, then lies on the couch, falling asleep.

Michael awakens at a nursery/bedroom, along with Mr. Black holding a fake baby, rocking it. “Is this my old nursery?”, said Michael. “Yes, it is. What a very small room.”, said Mr. Black. Michael replies, as he walks around, looking at the nursery/bedroom. “Yeah, talk about memory lane.”. He turns around to see Mr. Black. “Anyways, what the? Is that a real baby?”, said Michael. Mr. Black chuckles. “No. This is just a doll.”, said Mr. Black. Mr. Black places the doll in the crib. “Please, continues what you were saying.”, said Mr. Black. “This is place was my parents room back In the day. My mother told me she and…my father got this place, when they were really young.”, said Michael. “The way how you said your father, I’m guessing you have a negative, dislike, towards him.”, said Mr. Black. “I do, actually. Because what he did, I can care less about him.”, said Michael. “Mind if I ask, what did he do?”, said Mr. Black. Michael replies, as both of them sits on the bed. “He did what most fathers do, ran out on us. After my sister was born, he was becoming less of a father, and more of an asshole. More going out, leaving my mom to do everything, getting into trouble and such.”. “How old was your mom, when she had you?”, Mr. Black. Michael sighs. “She was 15, when she had me. And she was 18, when she had my sister.”, said Michael. “Wow, really young.”, said Mr. Black. “Wait, I thought you knew everything?”, said Michael. “Just because I’m everywhere, doesn’t mean I know everything. I’m there only to escort the souls to the higher power.”, said Mr. Black. “I see…Anyway, after my mom left my father, she decided to go back to get her G.E.D., after having my sister. During tat time my grandparents took care of us, while she was studying. I guess you can say, my grandfather was the only father figure that my sister and I, had. Yeah, he was hard on us, but he was there for us. He was a better father to be honest.”, said Michael. “What does your mom do?“, said Mr. Black. “She’s a nurse at a clinic.”, said Michael. Mr. Black speaks out, a he gets up and walks to the crib, then turns around to face Michael. “Let me ask you this, would you be happy to have kids of your own?”. “I don’t know honestly. If I do wind up having children, I can tell you this, I will not be like my father. I’ll be in their lives, and always ther for them. I wouldn’t want them to go through what I went through.”, said Michael. “Fair enough. Let’s watch.”, said Mr. Black. He snaps his fingers for the fourth time.

It’s the year 2026, Michael is now 33 years old, and Emma is 32 years old. He awakens at a park, seeing a bunch of young kids playing in the jungle gym, on the swings, etc. A young 4-1/2 girl comes up to Michael. The young girl is Michael’s first born, and her name is Samantha, a name after Emma’s mother. “Hey, dad,can I have some ice cream?”, said Samantha. Michael is shocked to see that, he has a beautiful young girl. “Yes, sweetie. What flavor?”, said Michael. “I want vanilla.”, said Samantha. “Let’s go get it!”, said Michael. He gets up from the bench, then grabs his daughter and placing her on his shoulders. He takes her to the ice cream truck. Both arrive at the truck, Samantha speaks. “Hello!”. “Why, hello there! What can I get for you today?”, said the ice cream man. “Can I have a vanilla ice cream?”, said Samantha. “Certainly.”, said the ice cream man. The ice cream man goes on to fix her soft serve ice cream cone, then gives it to her. “Here you go.”, said the ice cream man. “What do you say, sweetie?”, said Michael. “Thank you.”, said Samantha. “You’re welcome. Take care.”, said the ice cream man. “Thanks. You too.”, said Michael. Samantha enjoys her ice cream, as they leave the presence of the truck. “Honey, we’re going have to leave now. We have to check on mommy. Okay?”, said Michael. “Okay.”, said Samantha. The two are heading back home on foot.

10 minutes later, they arrive home. In the living room, Emma is sitting on the couch, and is 9 months pregnant. She’s due at any time this week. Next to Emma, is her mother, Samantha Jacobs. Samantha burst out in happiness. “Grandma!”, said Samantha. “Hey honey. Hello, Mrs. Jacobs.”, said Michael. Both of the ladies wave at him. Samantha ran towards to her grandmother. Mrs. Jacobs speaks out, as Michael kisses his wife on her head. “Hi, my little angel. What did you do today?”. “Daddy took me to the park, and I played.on the swings, and the slides, and the horsey, and the sand, and daddy got me ice cream.”, said Samantha. “That’s nice dear. It sounds like you had a lot of fun today.”, said Mrs. Jacobs. Mrs. Jacobs checks the time on her watch. “Oh, gees is that the time? I have to go. I don’t want to be late for my appointment.”, said Mrs. Jacobs. She gets up, as Michael helps Emma to get up, both giving each other a hug. “I’ll keep you posted on the baby, mom.”, said Emma. “Here, I’ll walk you out.”, said Michael. “Thank you, dear.”, said Mrs. Jacobs. Emma sits down on the couch slowly, as Michael took Samantha’s grandmother out the house and to her car. Samantha approaches towards her mother. “Can I see t.v., mom?”, said Samantha. “Of course, honey.”, said Emma. She grabs the t.v. remote and turns it on, putting it to the cartoon channel. Michael enters back into the house, then closes the door. “How are you feeling?”, said Michael. “In pain, and tired.”, said Emma. “Do you need anything?”, said Michael. “No. I’m okay.”, said Emma. “Okay. I’ll be in my office, working on my script. Shout if you need anything.”, said Michael. “I know.”, said Emma. Michael goes on to his office to work, as the girls are watching t.v. An hour later, Emma gets up from the couch to go use the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she finishes, but suddenly her water broke. Looking at the liquid on the floor, she screams. “MICHAEL!!”. On the background, he replies. “WHAT?!?!”. “MY WATER BROKE!!!”, said Emma. The door opens, Michael exits out with two bags that are filled with clothes. Samantha and Emma exits out the house. “Wait here, I’m going to get the car. The two wait for Michael, as Emma is in unpleasant pain. Michael arrives with the car, then exits and rushes to put his wife and daughter, in the car. He gets in the car and drives off to a hospital. Sometime later, they arrive at Cedars Sinai, and is parking the car. “Sammy, honey, come on, let’s get out the car.”, said Michael. Both are getting out of the car, Michael is hurrying up as fast as he can. He opens the door, getting Emma out of the car. Emma drastically breathes fast and in more pain. Michael screams, as he is walking with his pregnant wife and daughter. “CAN WE GET A WHEELCHAIR?!?!”. A male patient who is discharged offers them his chair. “Here, take mine!”, said the discharged patient. “Oh thank you, sir! Here, sit.”, said Michael. Emma slowly sits on the wheelchair, then is pushed inside the hospital. Arriving at the nurse station, Michael barges in front of the nurse receptionist. “Yes, what’s the problem?”, said the nurse. “Yes, hello, we need a doctor! My wife is going into labor!”, said Michael. “Okay, just sign these papers, and I’ll quickly find a doctor!”, said the nurse. As the nurse goes to find a doctor, Michael signs the papers. Now waiting for a doctor, Michael takes the opportunity to call Andrea. The phone rings, Andrea answers. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, said Andrea. “Hey, Andy, I’m at the hospital with my wife, she’s about to give birth soon. Can you come please?”, said Michael. “Sure! What hospital?”, saint Andrea “Cedar Sinai!”, said Michael. “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”, said Andrea. Both hung up the phone. They’re in a room now, Emma is in bed and in a hospital gown, still in pain. Michael walks back and forth, Samantha sits on a chair. “Daddy, can I play with my doll?”, said Samantha. “Sure.”, said Michael. He grabs a bag, then opens it up to give her the doll. Samantha grabs it and plays with it. Andrea arrives along with their mother.

[40sandfabulousaf]

大家好! JA, JT, JL, SW and I headed to Din Tai Fung and ordered a mountain of food - xiao cai (Asian salad), hong you chao shou (wantons in vinegar and chilli oil), sliced cucumber wrapped in pork belly, crispy duck pancakes, xiao long bao (soup dumplings) and egg fried rice with crispy pork chops. Fragrant jasmine tea was our beverage of choice (pu er cha - Pu Erh tea - would've been even better!). Accompanying the meal were free flow jokes, laughter and a lot of teasing. We had such a great time 🥰

Although the sliced cucumber wrapped in pork belly wasn't to my taste, the rest of the dishes were delicious. Sips of jasmine tea helped us to avoid feeling jelak (saturated, bloated, full) after the meal. Above all, it was the great company that made dining together so much fun. Work stress faded into the background as we caught up on JA's and JL's recent cruise vacations with their families. I also had enough red meat for the week.

If you're curious about what a fruit stall at 1 of our hawker centres and coffee shops looks like, the photo below is an example. Besides selling cut fruit, freshly squeezed or blended juices are available. On a hot afternoon after a very heavy lunch, I only had enough room for a mango and strawberry iced blend without added sugar. It was refreshing, a good substitute for coffee on the days I don't need an extra caffeine hit, and healthier too! Fibre-wise, I get most of mine from veggies so it doesn't matter if I have whole fruit or juices; besides, too much fibre causes constipation and I've experienced that before, not fun.

This week brought news about the passing of 1 of my favourite singers during teenage years. There wasn't time to follow entertainment news once I began my career, but there're memories of watching glamorous siren Coco Lee on our screens when friends and I gathered before I headed off to Australia to pursue my degree. Her honeyed vocals, slick dance moves, impish smile and signature flamboyance captured our attention and hearts. Gutsy, passionate and trailblazing, Coco stood out from a sea of cute, doll-like starlets and showed her fans that we don't need to conform to expectations in order to excel at what we do. This is how I remember her.

In memory of Coco, 1 of the sexiest Asian sirens at the height of her fame, I watched and shared the above videos. Those lyrics from Reflection - 'Why must we all conceal what we think, how we feel' - best exemplify the fearless woman who trailblazed a path for others to follow. As we, her fans, bid goodbye, it's important for us to remember her legacy. Thank you Coco, for the wonderful memories. 下次见!

[moonflora]

" Ice-cream?" she's heard of such a treat, though her knowledge extends to that of something read within one of the many books that kept her occupied within the dream. it is not something she's had herself. this young woman seemed extremely inclined to it though, listing off numerous flavors-- none of which made sense to the doll. smoked salmon, honey lobster, oyster....nothing which sounded 'sweet' to her.

but there is one that catches her attention-- chocolate mint chip. well-sounding enough, though she does have one question.

"Why is it green?"

@codecasts -- starter call

[radicheart-a]

She's offering him fresh baked muffins. There's little hearts inside!

"Flavored to sweetness ONLY with Blood And Honey! Nya ha ha ha~"

@dont-ever-call-me-baby-doll

Normally, Alastor isn't one for baked sweets; not because he dislikes them, but because they're too bready for his usual taste. Plus, a lot of baked goods use sugar, which he is fairly allergic to.

Once she states that honey was used, however, and that blood is also involved...well, who is he to turn down a customized gift?

So he accepts the treats, picks one up, and bites down. He isn't expecting the small hearts, and the sudden spurting of blood catches him off guard a bit...though he clearly doesn't mind enough to try and clean himself up. Instead, he lets it drip down his chin and splatter onto his shirt before chuckling once he's swallowed the bite he took.

"Why darling! I had no idea you had such delectable treats in your arsenal! My thanks for sharing them!"

[didyoubringauntienat]

The same ones you asked me for the ask game 😊

angel; do you have a nickname?

I used to get called beany by everyone but now only one person calls me it but spells it differently 😂 and then there’s wifey if that counts

awe; how old are you?

21

baby; favorite color?

Red or black

bloop; spirit animal?

Sloth

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

I don’t read/what happened to Monday?/anything abba

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

A bear called Mr Ted

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

I honestly can’t remember anything

bright; mermaids or fairies?

They’re both scary but I’ll go with fairies

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

Yesss

buttercup; showers or baths?

Showers

butterfly; dream destination?

America, especially brazil

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

No

calm; favorite scent?

Vanilla

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

Nothing

charming; have you ever been in love?

Yes

cozy; eye/hair color?

Both brown

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

Night time?

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

Roses/basil

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

Some more marvel signatures and another funko mini moment

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

Anything my Nan bought me

cutsie; what makes you happy?

Acting

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

Probably when I went to a gay club with some course friends

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

Positively

daylight; favorite album of all time?

I don’t know

dear; zodiac sign?

Aquarius ♒️

delightful; concerts or museums?

Museums

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

Yes

dobby; dream job?

Actor

doll; how do you like to dress?

Like a little boy clashed with a 70s pop star at times

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

I’ve lived in a few haunted houses so yeah

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

I want to get a shuttlecock tattoo

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Yes

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

Mmm hey wifey 😘

fairy; do you have a pet?

Yeah I have a pug and a terrapin

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Mountain

forever; where do you feel time stop?

In bed

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

No mine are fake and at one point I thought it was real

garden; how many languages do you know?

1 but I’m learning a second

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

@stephanieromanoff @wandas-honey @lilaloubear @haeva and many more

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

I don’t really know it changes

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

Yes but I never get any

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

😀

heart; silk or lace?

Silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Tea- milk and sweeteners (depends on cup size)

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

People watching but I call it people judging

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

Pink noise

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Summer

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Get smashed

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

I laugh loudly

kinky; do you blush easily?

I don’t think so

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

None right now but I used to wish when I was younger that a friend would fall in love with me

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

When I’m asleep

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

ABBA

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Winter. Snow.

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

Vanilla

magic; what are five flaws you have?

1- don’t know when to shut up

2- can be annoying

3- lazy

4- can’t really read social cues until the whole conversation is over

5- always on tiktok

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

A friend

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

Plenty of free food

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

On tiktok

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

Don’t touch what you can’t afford

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

I love baking but sadly I only cook at the moment

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

Basic

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

No I don’t. I’d love to play the piano

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

I’ll get back to you on that one

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

Strawberry/carrot

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

Idk

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

Performing on west end twice

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

My friends

shine; art or music?

Music

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

Yeah

smitten; do you collect anything?

Funko pops

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

Two and a half

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Strawberry laces

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

Yes and idk what it is

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Yes

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

I dont really mind. I wear them when I’m in public

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

The Sarah Jane Adventures

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

A double bed with two and a half pillows, a duvet and a fluffy blanket

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Digital

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

Nobody

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

Honesty

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

Practical

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Nooooo

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

Yeah I like them but idk if I’d want them

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

No

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

Nothing I’m very basic

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

The crazy one

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

I’ve only just woke up

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

Mind control

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Going out

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

No

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

Messy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

I like it but I don’t want to live there when I’m older

Thanks wifey. I deserved that 🥲

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Defender Strange - 'I'll Always Be Holding You' part two

a Defender Strange x Female Reader romance

genre: friends to lovers, romance, angst, smut

rating: 18+ contains NSFW material

word count: 3.4k

continued from part one

Drowsy warmth enveloped you and the dear, familiar scent of cedar and sandalwood, accented with vanilla and ginger and a hint of leather, filled each breath you drew. Stephen. Holding me. Even before you remembered the why of it, your heart was beating a single, happy word—finally. One of his strong arms kept you safe against his firm chest, with your face resting atop his well-worn, sleeveless linen shirt. He had removed his battle tunic as he thought the material too rough a pillow for you. You had curled against him and drifted off to a comforting, dreamless sleep shortly after that.

The slow, steady rise and fall of Stephen’s breathing was so soothing and had you wondering if he was asleep. If so, you didn’t want to wake him; instead, you drew a deeper breath and softly kissed his chest over his shirt. He met that with a pleased rumble which you could feel against your cheek. You skimmed your palm up to rest just below the hollow of his throat and dared sliding your fingertips beneath the open v-neck of his shirt. Stephen gave a low, soft groan and murmured, “Sneaky, sneaky…” You would’ve withdrawn them at once, but he gently trapped your hand beneath his. “You don’t need to stop, you know. You never need to stop, Y/N—not if you don’t want to.”

You hummed softly, nestling your head closer to the crook of his neck. “You can’t imagine the number of times I’ve fantasized about you being here…with me…in my bed…”

Stephen’s low chuckle thrummed against your cheek. “Oh, please…tell me more, baby doll.”

You shrugged against him, tracing the bare skin at the base of his throat with a single finger, “Not so fast. A girl needs to keep some secrets to herself, you know.”

“Nooooo,” he grumbled, “I’ll have them all, Y/N. Every…” He took your chin, tilting it up enough to kiss you. More passionately between each word. “…single…one…of…them…”

“And then what,” you asked in a breathless dare.

“I’ll learn them better than I know myself,” he vowed, nipping at your kiss-swollen lips, “Engrave it on my skin deeper than any of my tattoos.” Stephen swept his tongue into your mouth, cradling your face in his free hand. Pressing his advantage, overpowering you with his restrained strength. You suckled the silk of his tongue in reply, moaning softly, your whole body flushed with awareness of the symbolism of this act.

Invade my every sense, you were thinking, swallowing the flavor of tea and honey that lingered on his tongue. Drinking in the scent of him as though it was your true sustenance; beneath the sandalwood, vanilla, and leather, were traces of citrus (his shampoo?), woodsy smoke (surely from wherever he’d been), and the unique, indefinable yet familiar aroma of his magic. You’d learned that one early on in your friendship—and in time, you were eventually able to divine if he’d worked a spell or charm as soon as you’d stood a few feet from him. Cover my skin in your magic, my love. My stalwart, brave Defender!

He broke from the kiss and you both gasped for air, and his quiet little laugh opened your eyes as a sudden notion occurred to you. “After all this time we’ve denied ourselves, doesn’t the reason for it remain…remain the same? I mean,” you gnawed on your bottom lip, not wanting to say it, but knowing that you should, “Aren’t there rules about this kind of…fraternization…between a simple Adept…”

“Soon to be a Master in her own right,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, just a mite exasperated at his amusement, “Between a Master, then…and the Sorcerer Supreme?”

“What rules,” he teased you, slowly tracing your upper and then lower lip with the tip of his index finger. You pressed a kiss to it—for how could you not? “I make the rules, Y/N. And when we’re alone like this, the only rule that matters…” Stephen paused to study your face, exhaled slowly, and added, “is find your bliss.”     

He flashed you that dear, lopsided smile; the one that had always made your heart flutter, from even before he had drawn you into his company as friend and confidant. It was his promise that all would be well. That he would look after you and care for now and going forward, as his woman. The fulfillment of the quiet, mutual longing that had bound the two of together you for months. The most natural resolution of every mutually lingering glance and every careful touch you had dared to share for weeks and weeks, each of you cautious not to go too far. With his rakish, beguiling smirk and the soft and knowing satisfaction in his remarkable eyes, Stephen assured you that the coming kisses and embraces between you need no longer be restrained.

Your back still rested against the propped-up pillows, while you watched Stephen pull his shirt off over his head and let it fall to the floor, with that same swift grace that always left you speechless. Breathless. And filled with the desire you’d been silently denying could ever be set free. Your mind flashed back to that evening in the sauna and your first sight of him shirtless. How you’d tried so damn hard not to stare at his strong, broad shoulders and his muscular biceps and chest. You had been awestruck by the markings of his battle scars and tattoos upon first sight, but now--knowing him as a man, instead of as hero and leader and the Sorcerer Supreme—you didn’t have to forgo the urge to touch him. To memorize with your fingertips—and later, with your lips—the chronicle of his service, and to cherish each marking with the tenderness which he deserved.

You laid the tips of your fingers upon the thin, vertical scar nearby his tattoo tribute to his sister; later, in the warm and loving afterglow, he would reveal it had resulted from his first encounter with dark magic and it had been a miracle that he’d survived at all. At your tentative touch, Stephen’s eyelids fell shut while his mouth fell open with a soft moan, reminding you how touch-starved he must be. “Tell me,” you murmured, softly tracing along its length back and forth and back again, “If not now, but as our time together unfolds. Tell me the stories behind each of these…” You laid your palm on his shoulder, to smooth you hand down onto a far fresher weal upon the firm curve of his bicep, “I want to know everything, Stephen. And thank you for every danger that you’ve faced and all the pain you’ve borne for the sake of keeping the world from harm.”

He nodded, opening his eyes to meet yours, pledging as he moved close enough to breath light, lingering kisses on your cheeks and chin, his promises, “Every secret of my body…every truth that my soul houses…are yours for the asking, Y/N. And my heart I’ll trust to your hands alone.” Stephen was patient as he took your lips this time, slowly, deeply, stealing your breath. Remarkably gentle as his tongue teased yours--drawing a soft sound of relief from your mouth into his, while its thrust gradually grew more insistent. He cupped your face in both hands, again more gently than you had ever imagined he could. You’d seen how strong a man he was, witnessed his imposing physicality, yet the care he took with you now was that of a gardener nurturing the tenderest flower in his care. Your whole being was flush with joy and filled with your willingness to give Stephen whatever he might desire.

He withdrew and you both gasped for breath as one. “My darling…my precious Y/N,” he whispered as he brushed his lips onto your cheek again, softly spoiling your skin with his full, tender lips. You had slid your hand up to the nape of his neck, laying the other flat over his heart, lost in the sweet kisses he continued brushing on your face—until you realized he was placing them upon the half-healed cuts that marked your cheeks and forehead from your battle with the demons. Stephen trailed his lips along your jawline too, to linger softly on the bruise marking the shelf of your jaw. “Oh, Stephen…” you sighed, weak with awe to receive such loving care.

Then he moved down to nuzzle your neck and you nested your fingers in his hair. His whiskers only tickled you briefly as you got used to them and they were softer than you’d expected. As heavenly in their way, as everything about him. He’d drifted his hands to your shoulders, painting your throat with soft, moist kisses, while the warmth of his breath made you shiver, in anticipation of the pleasures to come. The give and take of the love it felt like you’d been waiting forever to share. “Mmmmmm…you’re so good to me, darling…”

“And I swear- I’ve only just begun,” he rumbled, and then nosed his way up to graze your earlobe, while sliding his right had down to cup your breast. “Oooo, sweet baby,” he panted against your ear, not even trying to hide his surprise, “You’re not wearing anything beneath this…”

“Mm-uhhh…” your lips parted with a sigh at the gentle flex of his large hand upon you, delighting you in how fully you filled it. “I wasn’t expecting company, you know…”

“Yet…here we are…at last…” The warmth of his breath on the delicate shell of your ear as he trailed off, raised goosebumps cascading across your skin and all down your arms. You felt the raw hunger of his voice as a thrill in the pit of your belly and as an unmistakable need at the apex of your thighs.

“At last,” you repeated, the words that followed peppered with quick little gasps as you strove for patience just a bit longer, “At last, after the endless days and nights it took us to get here…” You trailed off with a low growl in the back of your throat when Stephen tugged your lobe between his teeth, then softly sucked away the sting.

You let yourself slide down until you were on your back and looking up at him, and he moved so that his face hung just above yours. Committing this singular moment to memory, your eyes considered the finest details of his face. The exotic shape of his eyes and the fine crinkles at their corners. The smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the classic lines and angles of his cheekbones, nose, and jawline. The perfect bow of his upper lip and the enticing fullness of the lower, with a small, comma-shaped scar near the right corner. All of them making your fingers ache to touch—but not nearly as much as you longed to run them through the thick silk of his hair.

Stephen’s eyes narrowed quizzically, trying to decipher your expression. “What? What is it,” he chuckled. 

You raked your nails through one of his white streaks, and he nodded, reaching back to pull out the thin leather binding that held his trademark ponytail. He shook his hair loose and it fell free, down just past his shoulders, allowing you to comb your fingers through it. “I wanna feel it on my skin, darling—and to feel your skin on mine.”

His eyes remained on yours and his plush lips framed an ‘o’ as he exhaled slowly in his own effort to be patient. With the ghost of a nod, Stephen knelt beside you. His hands tremored slightly, hovering over the hem of your knee-length night gown as he watched for your consent; at your soft hum and bare nod, he began to tug it upwards, then over your head to cast it aside. His lust darkened eyes widened, though not at the vision of your form finally revealed after all those months of imagining--but at the map of mottled contusions upon your precious flesh, proof of your pain and of how close he’d come to losing you before he’d properly claimed you as his own. His shoulders sagged, while shock and sorrow colored his beloved features; he gnawed on his bottom lip as his eyes flitted from bruise to bruise, tallying the fearsome toll you had suffered. Stephen cursed under his breath when he saw the stitched-up gash that ran from your left hip down to the middle of your thigh; he knew without needing to ask that that wound must still be painful. He shook his head in disbelief, those cyan eyes that owned your soul filling with loving tears. “Oh gawd…oh gawd, baby…my poor, beautiful, girl…”

He leaned down, repeating the same, repeating your name, his forehead pressed to yours. “Never…never again, my love…never…never, never…” This time his kiss was fierce, taking you by storm, fueled by his need to prove himself the force of nature he would become when he needed to protect you. You held his face and relaxed beneath his desperate onslaught, opening yourself to his need to possess you—for your need was the perfect balance to his own.  

He had barely broken from the kiss before he murmured against your lips, “Tell me what you need, Y/N. Where are you hurting the most? Please- just tell me what to do.”

Your heart felt wonderfully weak at Stephen’s loving fervor and tears of quiet gratitude leaked along the outside curves of your cheeks. “Oh, my love- I’m fine. I barely feel them anymore. The Healers worked their magic well, and…and I look far worse than I feel.” You breathed the softest kisses of your life upon his lips. “All I need now if for you to love me…and fill me up with everything that’s you.”

Obedient and tender, Stephen answered your request, painting a patient trail of open-mouthed kisses down your throat and across your collarbone, listening carefully for any change in your sighs that could signal your discomfort. He sighed himself when you sank the fingers of both hands into his hair, carding it gently while he caressed you tentatively. “It’s alright, Stephen. I’ve craved your touch for so long now, and nothing of your touch could ever hurt me.” You gasped in delight when his right hand found your breast again, loving the warmth and roughness of his palm. “Oh gawd, yeeees…” you panted as he fondled you and swiped his thumb across your peaked nipple. “More…and more…and more,” you pled.

Stephen left off with a lingering squeeze, rising up and moving to straddle your thighs. Through half-lidded eyes you noted the thick bulge hidden beneath his leggings. So close now, and yet too far to touch. For now.

His gaze held a mix of hunger and concern before his eyes strayed to the cruel markings on your ribs. Stephen shook his head, barely laying his hands on the bruises there, watching for even the quietest wince. “Don’t try to tell me these aren’t a bit tender, baby. I’m still a doctor and I know broken ribs when I see them.” He closed his eyes in concentration and the blue glow of his magic lit both his hands as he laid them more firmly on your injured flesh. A soothing warmth penetrated your barely knit bones as he poured his own strength into you. It spread from your bones throughout your torso, spurring you to lay your hands atop his scarred ones. Stephen’s unlooked for gift made you long in your soul to do the same for him. To soothe and to heal. To make him whole once again.

“That’s better now, isn’t it,” he asked wryly, already certain of your answer.

“Mmmmmm…yeeees,” you assured him, sliding his magic hands up from your sides to cup your breasts. Stephen’s large hands had struck you as powerful well before you’d ever seen him work a single spell; and from the time you’d spent together as your friendship flourished, you also knew how gentle they could be. Many a night you’d fallen asleep fantasizing how they would feel mapping out the swells and contours of your body. And of how keen he might be to use his long, elegant—even with the scars—fingers to explore your most secret places. Heat pooled throughout your pelvis at just the thought.

Even when he smoothed his hands away—one onto the soft curve of your waist, the other to trace lazy circles upon your areola with his fingertips before diving down to moisten your stiff nub with his hot breath—the healing heat he’d provided remained, well beyond skin deep. You sighed his name as he took you in his mouth, slowly sucking while pressing the flat of his tongue against your nipple. You drew a quick gasp when Stephen pulled you deeper into his mouth, sucking hard—almost to the point of discomfort, but never quite crossing that line—the repeated flick of his tongue so divine it dizzied you. He released you and nuzzled his way over to visit the same treatment to your other breast.

Ah, how he took his time, seeking to spoil you with the love he’d kept pent up for so many months! You’d sunk your hands in his soft, thick hair, twining it around your fingers, while giving up quiet, steady sighs that turned throaty and inviting the further he advanced. Stephen murmured sweet endearments as he kissed his way across your skin, occasionally surprising you with the soft graze of his teeth—then swirling his tongue over the same spot, as though it needed soothing. You had always known he was a man of taut control—he needed to be, lest the astonishing power that lived at his core, drive him into recklessness. Now he took the same caution with you, and a part of you ached to bid him abandon caution and take you however he willed, though you knew he would not. The nature of your wounds would forbid him that.

He was careful when he left his marks on you; soft, sweet, lingering, while scrupulously avoiding any spot you’d been bruised, even where they had already nearly faded to naught. Stephen placed gentle, butterfly kisses along your ribs as you sighed his name repeatedly. You had bunched his hair in your hands as he made his way down your stomach and to the dip of your navel. Nuzzling, nipping, tracing the tip of his tongue ever lower, piquing the heat of your desire with tender insistence, while you moaned his name and raised your pelvis to meet his mouth. Your hands fell from their place in his hair when he lifted his face to watch you, his small smirk an assurance that he planned to take care of you in all the ways you longed for. “Are you comfortable, baby?” His voice was low and deep, and with his mouth so intimately close, you felt its heat wash like a wave through you core.

You nodded, hypnotized by the growing hunger in his eyes—until his lids dropped shut and he ran his parted lips along the waistband of your panties, growling quietly. He tucked two fingers beneath the fabric on either side, beginning to tug them away, inhaling sharply at the sight of your mound revealed. “My precious Y/N,” he hummed, “My darling…my sweet, sweet girl…” You lifted your hips to allow him to slide your dampened panties down and then off. “You’re wet…so wet…aren’t you, baby? Oh, the sweet musk of you…”

Stephen left one hand on your hip, holding you in place while he teased a single finger along the juncture of your thigh; you rocked yourself up, eager for him to explore you. “So wet…wet for you, Stephen…oh gaaaawd…”. You trailed off with a quick gasp when he parted your damp seam and nestled one of his long fingers along your exposed labia. He drew a deep, deep breath, savoring the scent of your arousal, humming his appreciation. “Baby, you smell so good…and I know you’re gonna taste even better. My sweet, precious girl…” Stephen met your swollen clitoris with the thick pad of his thumb, causing you to jerk your hips hard, then settle back as he rubbed it in slow circles. Reversing direction, changing the angle slightly, reading your gasps and moans, and the way you began to move, to learn and then master what pleased you best.

Stephen began to stroke his fingertips inside your slick lips, lingering at your opening each time. Though you let your bent legs fall further apart, inviting his fingers penetration, he denied your growing desperation—so that you mewled your disappointment each time he moved his fingers away. You were close to begging when he tutted softly, locking eyes with you when he finally slipped two fingers up to his first knuckle into throbbing pussy, “There now, my love—I know exactly what you need.” His voice was rough and a little breathless, proving he wanted what you ached for just as badly.

You couldn’t help clenching around his fingertips; he groaned at the sensation, sliding them out, then quickly thrusting them back in to his second knuckle. You’d squeezed your eyes shut, all your awareness focused on that connection, rocking your pelvis up to meet each glorious pump of his fingers. Unable to keep from seeking to swallow them to the hilt. In your fantasies, you had never envisioned yourself being so blatantly needy, and the less wise woman you had been before you came to Kamar-Taj would be ashamed to let a lover see this secret side of you. With Stephen, you felt no need for pretense of any kind—for his wisdom was supreme, and he had already come to know the truth of your soul before you had shared a single, intimate moment.

“Wish you could see how beautiful you look, Y/N,” he growled, finally thrusting his long, talented fingers as deep as he could, stoking the marvelous tension that centered in your core and radiated out to the muscles of your pelvis, thighs, and abdomen. “Beautiful and as perfect as I’ve always imagined you would be. Perfect and ripe…and mine. Completely mine.” Stephen’s voice was tinged with naked greed, his sudden possessiveness a thrill that flooded your veins with unheralded joy.

“Yes…oh, yes, my love,” you exclaimed shamelessly, “I am yours. Have been yours all along…from the first moment you spoke my name…” He replied with a heady groan, his thumb unrelenting as he worked that sweet bundle of nerves, seeking only your pleasure. Moments later, you felt his hair pool on your taut thighs—the only indication of his next intent. His thumb fell away and he placed a soft, reverent kiss in its place, giving you a few seconds to acclimate to his lips grazing your clit before he started fluttering the tip of his tongue against it.

This…this was something new. Novel to you, and unexpected--for the handful of lovers in your past had, not one of them, started your physical relationship with such an unselfish act. You whole body trembled in surprise, and you suddenly understood that you had always deserved so much better from those men. “Oh gaaaaaawd…” you sighed, reaching a hand to him, “I…I didn’t expect you to be so generous to me…”

His brows knit as he looked up at you, entwining his fingers in yours, with that adorable scrunch atop his nose, and his eyes perplexed by your claim. “How can I not be generous with you? Who let you believe you didn’t deserve every act of love a man can make?”

You shook you head, feeling quite foolish. “It…it doesn’t matter now,” you assured him, “Because you’ve already shown me they were wrong.” Fresh tears filled your eyes. “You’re all that matters to me now, Stephen.”

He smiled so tenderly, and so wisely too, it imprinted on your memory as his most perfect. Stephen tightened his hold on your hand—as much as he could without it being painful to him and raised himself up to lean on his elbow. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you, baby…over and over again. I’ve held myself back from standing too close to you, or even accidentally brushing against you because I believed my position forbade me to.” His velvet insistence was the song your soul had craved from before you’d ever laid eyes upon. “Know this, Y/N. There’s been times I see you crossing the courtyard…at table with others in the dining hall…reading in the library all on your own…so many moments when you have no idea I’m watching you, but…my mouth waters when I think of how badly I want to kiss you…claim all of you as mine…taste your skin…taste your secrets…taste you, wanting me too.” Stephen hung his head, as though his confession had drained his strength, drew a ragged sigh and added, “And now I’m going to worship you with my body…and my heart. My mind and soul. With everything that I am.”

You had never doubted that Stephen Strange was a man of his word. The proof he offered now unfolded as the ecstasy of your lifetime…

(to be continued - sorry if it seems like a further tease from part one; I'm struggling with severe writer's block, and it's a real miracle I finished this much!)

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related works:

part one - ‘of secret longing and hidden grief’

part two - ‘of spilled tea and more than sympathy’

‘greeting the sunrise’ - snippet from part three (incomplete)

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hey doll oh dame oh honey oh gal, answer me this: what's more fucked up? a glow-stick that tastes like meat, or a slim-jim that lights up if you snap it in half?

I would take and eat that slim jim in a heartbeat, no questions asked, like the gas station food fool I am. it glows? dope i love angler fish, bioluminescence time

why would anyone know the glowstick is meat flavored? :(

[lipstickbisous]

Ok but daddy!chris helping you put your new cute outfit on and your shoes and everything for a day out! 🥺 he’d be so sweet and patient getting you to sit still while he puts your socks on and things cause you’re so excited for the ice cream and things you’re gonna get!

summer day date ⟶ chris evans

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pairing: daddy!chris evans x little!reader

summary: getting ready for a summer day date with daddy!

warnings: dd/lg dynamics, fluffy!chris, reader baby talks

a/n: i love this request so much 🥺 ty for sending this fluffy!daddy!chris is just my FAV i really hope i did this justice!!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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"i'm so excited to see da swans at da lake!" you rambled one, swinging your legs off the bed as chris dove through your side of the closet. you were still in your pajamas with your hair done in braids that he'd done the night before. "i heard dere's a new baby one, and he's all gray and fluffy like in that book we read, daddy!"

he smiled warmly and pulled out a pink dress with lettuce hemming, "is that so, baby?" he pulled out a different baby t-shirt and a pleated skirt. you'd trained your daddy in pretty outfits and matching tops and bottoms, and now he could pick something out just like that. "which one, sweetheart, the dress or skirt?"

you were brought out of your thoughts and blushed at what chris had picked for you. "daddy, those are so pretty!" you jumped down from his bed and picked the dress from his hands. "i want da dress...maybe i can wear it with these?" you grabbed a polished, white pair of doll heels.

"of course, angel," he kissed your cheek and put the rest of the clothes away. "why not with the frilly socks?" he set them on the dresser.

"ohhh, dat's a good idea, daddy!" you grinned and jumped around, trying to gather anything else you'd need for the day. maybe some sunscreen, a few hair ties, and a stuffie if daddy was generous enough to let you take one today.

he laughed at your enthusiasm before catching in his arms and lifting you up. your fits of giggles made his heart swell. "daddy!" you squealed as he attached his lips to your neck in a ticklish manner. he sat you on the edge of the bed before pulling off your - his - t-shirt that you'd worn as pajamas.

"come on, princess, arms up!" you threw your arms up and he slipped the pretty dress over your head, running your arms through the right and then the left holes.

"maybe i can try the cotton candy ice cream today!" you smiled, letting his straighten out and smoothen the dress. "ooo, and you can try da chocolate one...what's it called again?"

"it's a chocolate popcorn one, honey," he responded. the ice cream parlor he always took you too was near a large lake in one of your favorite parks, and the parlor was known for their strange flavors. "daddy's been wanting to try it! turn around for me, baby?"

you hopped off the bed and turned so your back faced chris. "i like chocolate and popcorn, but not in ice cream," your face contorted in disgust. "that's just icky!" chris zipped up the hidden zipper in your dress and turned you back around to him.

"beautiful," he smiled before kissing your cheek and slipping on your frilly, cotton socks. "do you think we'll see those puppies again?" he referenced the one day you'd gone together and saw a young boy walking a large group of puppies no smaller than a full-grown cat.

"i hope so! we should get a puppy so dodger can have a fend," you pleaded when he buckled your shoes on. you clicked your heels together and fluffed your hair. "daddy, it's so pretty!"

chris scooped you up in his arms and left kisses all over your little face, leaving a few on your jaw and neck as well. "just like you," he grinned. "my little doll."