#Mixer fanfic
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As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.
While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.
If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!
There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.
After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.
The tree is safe.
For now.
"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.
"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.
You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.
"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.
"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.
"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.
"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.
"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.
"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.
"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.
"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.
"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"
There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.
"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."
"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.
"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.
"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.
"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."
"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.
"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.
"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.
Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.
"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.
"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.
He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.
"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.
"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.
Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.
"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.
"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.
"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"
You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.
"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.
"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."
He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.
His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.
Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.
"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.
If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.
That feels right.
"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.
You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.
"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.
Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.
"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.
"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.
"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."
The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.
When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.
"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.
"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.
#Bucky Barnes x reader smut#Bucky Barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes#becca writes spice#Olaf's Frozen Adventure is a top tier Christmas movie and I will hear NO SLANDER#We weren't allowed to watch Christmas movies growing up#so I might watch the Grinch for the first time tonight#I sat for hours last night and did a lovely set of Christmas nails#with little handpainted intricate snowflakes#and I'll have to take the nails off on Wednesday morning to go work in the coffee shop :(#I did ask Santa for a stand mixer so cross your fingers for me
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🍾🎉 You're Invited! 🍾🎉
We want to get to know everyone's characters, but in a new (and hopefully fun) way. So we're throwing a party!
That's right, our June theme is the 'MC Mixer', over the next 4 weeks we are going to want to know all about your characters and their party styles and habits. Each week, we'll have a new series of HC questions that we want you to answer for your MCs/OCs.
... but before we can throw the party, we need your RSVP!
If you'd like to participate, please reblog this post, or create your own and let us know the following:
Who will be coming?
Which MC / OC will be joining the party? The more the merrier, if you want to submit multiple characters, go for it! There is no limit to how many MCs/OCs you can submit.
Where are they coming from?
Which Choices book does your MC / OC reside in?
Will they be bringing a +1?
Are they going to be bringing a date to the party? (This is our fancy way of asking who their LI is. 😉)
We promise, we're going to dig deeper moving forward, we just wanted to start with the basics.
RSVPs will be accepted through 11:59PM (PST) on Thursday, 6/8. Everyone is welcome to participate, just make sure you tag us in your posts.
If you have any questions or issues, feel free to reach out to us. Our asks and inbox are open, we'd love to chat!
Tagging those who have asked. If you would like to be added to our tag list, let us know.
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... as well as some of the other amazing community blogs who have been so amazingly kind in signal boosting us to help get the word out there.
@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmonthlychallenge @choicesflashfics @moodmusicmonday @choicesprompts @choicesholidays @dont-stop-reading
#CMM#choices#playchoices#pixelberry#mc madness#choices mc madness#choices mc#choices oc#choices stories you play#choices fandom#choices fanfic#mc madness mixer#mc mixer
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MC Mixer, Week 3
My submission for
Liam & Riley Rys:
When will they arrive? Are they the first ones there, or do they like to arrive fashionably late?
Since Liam decided to drive to the venue himself, he is enjoying his alone time with Riley. He doesn't rush, but he knows his wife wants to dance tonight.
What are they drinking? What is their drink of choice?
Liam prefers Macallen's finest but will also join his wife in a champagne toast.
What type of party-goer are they? Are they a wallflower, or diving in and making friends with everyone?
Liam and Riley love to tango, and when not dancing, they will circulate the room to meet and greet other attending dignitaries.
📌@ao719 @txemrn @queenmiarys @sfb123 @twinkleallnight @alj4890 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @harleybeaumont @busywoman @karahalloway @kingliam2019 @imjusthereforliam @lovingchoices14 @kyra75 @tinkie1973 @emkay512 @malblk21 @kristinamae093 @jared2612 @thesvnsins @irisk12 @walkerdrakewalker @charlotteg234
#liam rys#trr liam x mc#trr#the royal romance#king liam#riley brooks#tessa liam writes#king liam rys#always liam and riley#choices mc madness#mc mixer#party prep#night out#trr fanfic
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The Can-Do-Crew were working on an important project. They were fixing Farmer Pickle's stable. Lofty picked up heavy wood tiles with the tip of his hook. Dizzy carried wet cement in her backpack.
"Hi Lofty!" Dizzy greeted. "Are you excited?"
Don't say anything, Lofty thought. Be cool.
"The stable's going to look all nice and brand new. There's going to be new and fresh colors. And less splinters."
Dizzy sucked her thumb. There was a huge splinter that had somehow gotten into her opera glove.
"Are you okay Dizzy?" Lofty asked worriedly. Dizzy winced. She was trying to get through with the pain; but the splinter was burrowing deeper every second.
"I'm okie dokie!" Dizzy shouted. She started to cry.
Lofty never felt this nervous before, and he was always a worrier. He couldn't bear seeing cheerful and perky Dizzy this down.
"I'll help you," Lofty said. He knelt down. Lofty yanked the splinter off of Dizzy's thumb. Dizzy screeched; it was a sharp but very short pain, and the splinter was finally off.
Lofty wiped the tears from Dizzy's eyes. She smiled. The little cement mixer kissed the blue tow truck on the forehead.
"Gah! No, stop that!" he flustered. Then Dizzy ran off to play in the woods.
#shipping#ship art#bob the builder#bob the builder humanized#humanoid#fanfic#fanfiction#lofty#dizzy#wtf did i just write#why do i ship a tow truck with a cement mixer#request#sfw
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This fanfic, Everything Old Is You Again, is only 4 out of 18 chapters in but so far it's made me laugh at least once every chapter through prose alone, the premise is one I've been wanting to read about since the finale aired, and the characterization (especially Jon's) is just lovely. i havent seen it posted to tumblr to reblog so heres a lil post as a rec
#so check it out if you wanna#tma s5#premise: jon and martin went with the Fears#but in the journey got kind of. welded to them as some form of Entities themselves#they decide to use their new abilities to try and help a new universe's Jon and Martin#and prevent the apocalypse there#meanwhile poor s1 Jon is besieged by a spooky book thats addressed to him by name#tells him to invest in a cement mixer#and mind controls him so he cant destroy it or leave it behind#jons characterization lets him be a bit of an asocial prick while also being v sympathetic to him. its great#tma fic#fanfic#fic rec#also the chapter titles are terrible puns. what more could you ask for
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Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 10: On Patrol
Summary: On one of their patrols, Nuke and Ender ran into one of L'Manburg's infamous Vigilantes.
Chapter inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalmmitous
TW: Not much in the Trigger Warning area for this chapter. Mention of Anxiety, and some Violence (not major but there is some in this), and Mild Threat.
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm slowly but surely writing some chapters so I can update weekly again. Not gonna lie, it's getting difficult where I want to go from here. I have ideas but I have no idea on where to put them.
So, if the story seems "Outta Place" in certain areas. I will try to piece them back together. Enjoy!
(East Side)
To say that Tubbo and Ranboo were nervous would be an understatement. Tubbo felt like there were some kind of beehive in his stomach, the way it kept churning. Ranboo’s anxiety kept flaring up, hands shaking, several what ifs kept going through his head. Tubbo’s own anxiety wasn’t much better.
It’s been over a month since both Tubbo and Ranboo had seen Orcus and Siren come out of their apartment. And when Nuke and Ender had asked Arachnid for help. Tubbo secretly hoped that it was literally a misunderstanding on the Syndicate’s part. That they just got the address confused, of their actual healer and wound up stumbling upon Tommy and Siren just used his powers to make Tommy forget the whole thing. But until they hear back from Arachnid, that’s all Tubbo could do, was hope!
Which was why both him and Ranboo were standing on top of one of the apartment buildings on East Side. Both of them needed a huge distraction to try and take their minds off of things until they hear back from Arachnid. Tubbo had his radio out so they could hear what’s going on from the Cops Radios.
“Armed Robbery at 419 Main Street East Side, Monarch’s Clothing. Suspects are armed and need to proceed with caution.” Came over the radio.
Tubbo turned to Ranboo, it was time for Nuke and Ender.
(Monarch’s Clothing)
Earlier that day, Eret was smiling a mile wide as he read the News Report. Two new Vigilantes were in town, Nuke and Ender and so far they made quite a debut! Literally helping out one of L’Manburg’s top twenty Heroes, Arachnid. Well they couldn’t have helped out a better Hero than them! Arachnid was pretty neutral when it came to Vigilantes. Now, if a Vigilante vandalized a certain property like say, Mixer, under a protest. Then Arachnid would arrest the Vigilante or at least attempt to (after they were done laughing his butt off). But if a Vigilante was actually protecting part of the City, then Arachnid would either let them be or actually offer to help.
Eret had to admit, they were actually kinda impressed with the new Vigilantes debut. Not a lot of Vigilantes would take the risk of helping a Hero and being so exposed to the press. Nuke and Ender on the other had no problem in doing just that. With a little more practice and a few more years of experience Eret’s pretty sure that Nuke and Ender could be a good team for East Side.
“Excuse me, sir,” a man in a black pristine suit said, drawing Eret’s attention away from the computer. “Do you know where I might be able to find the owner of this store? I like to talk to her.”
Eret gave a condescending smile to the man. It’s not uncommon for people to assume that the owner of a Fashion Store is a woman. “I’m the owner of this store, and my name is Eret. I also go by they/them.” Eret offered their hand to shake the other guy’s hand.
“Oh of course, of course. My apologies. My name is Gene Torey and I have a proposition for you and your store!” Gene says taking out his business card and handing it over to Eret.
Eret looked at the business card with a grim expression. Ah, yes, he knew exactly who Gene Torey was. He was the owner of Torey’s Fashion Studios, with several stores in West End and the Hero District. There was even talk of him opening up a couple of new stores in the South Bay District. Eret was anything but impressed.
Torey’s Fashion Studio was the utmost scum of the Earth in the Fashion Industry that Eret has ever met! Torey’s would purposely hire new fashion designers straight out of college on internships, get them to sign prenups that their lawyers had drawn and never go over the specifics with the new interns. And literally steal the interns designs!
Eret had the pleasure when one designer sought them out as Baron and explained the whole situation. Torey’s Fashion Studio was holding a brand new intern's designs hostage. It was either signed over the rights to all of their designs to Torey’s Fashion Studio or Torey’s Legal Team was about to Black List the new intern. Meaning that the intern wouldn’t have been able to get a job anywhere in the Fashion Industry.
Oh yes, Eret was very familiar with them. They’re surprised that Torey’s was still around after that scandal had made the news.
“Oh yes, I’m very familiar with Torey’s Fashion Studio. You guys have stores in nearly all the districts. What does this have to do with my shop?” Eret demanded, throwing the pleasantries out the window.
“Well, we like to make your shop one of our own! I think this place has great potential to be even more outstanding, don’t you think?”
“The answer is no! Torey’s Fashion Studio is nothing more than a freakin’ scam in the Fashion Industry! I’m surprised you guys are still around after the Baron exposed you for the frauds that you are!” Eret said leaving no room for argument.
“Yes, well, the Baron ,” Torey spat. “Had made a crucial mistake that came out in the courts. You should really reconsider Mr. Eret. I hate to see anything . . . happened to this establishment . ”
“Are you threatening me?” Eret asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What?! No! Not at all! It’s just that you know, East Side has a high crime rate -”
“Get out!” Eret shouted, shoving Torey out the door. “Get out now!”
(East Side, Later that Night)
Motha was flying around East Side enjoying the cool air under her wings, while patrolling. Motha loved being a Vigilante! It was so freeing and the best part was that she was able to finally do what the damn Hero Committee, the Order, wouldn’t let her do. Be an actual Hero and help save lives. Motha stopped on the roof of some random building and took a few deep breaths. No use in getting worked up over some old memories.
Motha, like her brother Arachnid, signed up for the Hero Program, wanting to actually be a Hybrid Hero to show everyone that you can be something no matter what! Well that dream came crashing down when Motha got a heavy dose of reality. The so-called “Hero Committee” was nothing more than a bunch of old Heroes stuck in their ways!
There was so much politics and certain clicks that you had to be a part of in order to actually be taken seriously. Not to mention that if the Hero Committee deems your power too “Weak” in their opinion, then you either don’t make it in the Hero Program or like what happened to Motha. Just be pushed to the side as a Sidekick!
They didn’t even put her as a Hero but as a “Hero-in-Training.” Translation: “We don’t think your Hero material but since you’ve managed to pass the Hero Program we’re going to have you stick by an actual Hero to learn from.”
Meaning, that you would be put with a Hero and the Hero is your boss and has full control of your pay and what not. And you don’t even get any credit! The Hero that you’re the Sidekick to gets all the credit, all the publicity, all the attention, all the perks, all the praise. Even if you’re the one that saved the day or saved the Hero, you just got overlooked, glossed over, shunned, pretended you were never there.
So, Motha did something that was in the Order’s eyes considered the utmost traitorous and sinful act possible! Next to actually becoming a Villain. ( Huh, I wonder if Mom wouldn’t mind teaching me then? ) Motha actually quit! She left the Hero Tower and became a Vigilante instead. Of course the Order couldn’t take that lying down so what did they do? They kept her on as a “Hero” even though her Prime Damn Hero License expired! They still have her in the system as “Suspended Indefinitely” even though she fully left. Handed in her resignation, flipped the one in charge of the Committee off and stormed out. Never to be returned!
Sure she helped out a few Heroes in battle but that’s because the “Minor” Heroes needed help! The top dogs were too busy doing whatever and of course the Hero Committee would always say, “Help is on the way!” And it would take them a good half an hour or so to finally show up, defeat the Villain and get all the glory while the actual Heroes that did all the work got a slap on the back and half hearted, “Good Job!”
Yeah, to say Motha wasn’t happy or impressed was a freaking understatement! Don’t get her wrong, Motha is super proud of her brother, Arachnid! That dude went through so much just to get where he is! And proved that he’s just as good as the “Dream Team” or whatever they want to call themselves.
Alright Motha, focus! You need to calm down! Yes, no one will hear this inner monolog rant but you need to focus! You can’t stop crime if you're dwelling on old memories. Suddenly a moth appeared and landed on Motha’s extended hand.
“Why hello there! Find anything interesting?” Motha asked. The moth told Motha that there was a store about to be robbed. It spotted a group of thugs heading towards Eret’s!
“Alright let’s go!” Motha said, spreading her wings and taking off.
(Monarch’s Clothing)
It had been a long day! Eret was still fuming from the audacity of Torey! Oh Eret knew perfectly well what the so-called “Critical Mistake” was. Torey’s Lawyers wound up scaring a few of the interns and literally paid for their silence and to drop the charges. Luckily they weren’t able to scar them all off and the court proceedings went off without a hitch. It was one of the most publicized court cases ever!
Eret had nearly gotten themself arrested just by showing up at the Courthouse in full costume as Baron. Luckily the Heroes understood that Baron was there for the Witnesses and was a Witness themself. It was difficult when both Eret and Baron had to be at the Courthouse. Good thing Eret was on Neutral Terms with a lot of Villains and the more “Villainess” Vigilantes. Jester and McCormick had saved their butt during those times.
Oh Eret couldn’t wait to finally take down Torey’s Fashion Studio and expose them for the frauds that they are! After saving and sending their reports to their bookkeeper, shutting everything down and locking the safe and Office up. Eret was about to lock up and then head home, when a crash from the front of the store caught their attention. Heading to the front of the store, Eret saw a bunch of thugs ransacking the place.
Of course Torey wasn’t going to take Eret saying no and calling them out. That was another thing about Torey’s that made Eret’s blood boil. If there was any type of competition then Torey’s would make sure there was no competition by any means necessary. Including staging a break in and destroying the place.
Eret hit the silent alarm, alerting the cops and was about to dash in the back and quickly change into his Baron costume. When they heard a familiar female voice.
“Excuse me, but don’t you know it’s past closing time?” Motha was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and what Eret could only assume a raised eyebrow.
One of the thugs charged at Motha and in three quick moves, the thug was down for the count. And that was all it took, like a signal that was setoff, the group of thugs charged at Motha. Hoping the numbers game would be enough. Motha was holding her own, dodging and tanking many hits and strikes. While landing mostly all of hers. Then the door burst open and in came Nuke and Ender.
Eret just stood there and watched the fight unfold. All three Vigilantes were doing well. It was clear that Nuke and Ender have some training but not nearly enough. Both of them at least were holding their own without having to rely on their powers. In about ten minutes, Motha, Nuke and Ender were zip tying the thugs hands to the clothing racks (very clever) and taping weapons to the wall. Then Motha came over to check on Eret.
“Hey, Eret! Long time no see!” Motha greeted.
“Motha, good to see you. And you must be Nuke and Ender?” Eret held out their hand. “I’m Eret, I own this place. You guys had quite a debut.”
“Eret here helps all Vigilantes with their suits. In exchange we help keep an eye out for their business.”
“Well, it’s more than that! You guys do what the Heroes are supposed to do. Stopping Crime. So, I offer my services as best as I can.”
“We’ll think about if we need an upgrade,” Nuke said.
“Alright, you guys need to head out before the cops show up,” Eret said.
And with that Ender grabbed both Nuke and Motha and disappeared in a cloud of purple particles.
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Characters:
Nuke - Tubbo
Ender - Ranboo
Motha - Martha (OC)
Baron - Eret
Arachnid - Spyder (OC)
Mixer - Arden Weird (Mentioned) (OC based off my friend Arden @weirdmixofweirdness
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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @nightfuryobsessed, @isa-ghost, @septic-dr-schneep, @tracobuttons, @a-humble-narcissus, @ghostsknewmynights, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower
#dsmp#dsmp superhero au#tommy innit's secret clinic#healer tommy#vigilante tubbo#vigilante ranboo#vigilante eret#oc motha#ocs#oc#oc spyder#hero arachnid#oc arachnid spyder#oc arden “mixer” weird#vigilante mixer#dsmp fanfic#tw some violence#tw anxiety#chapter based on tommyultraimportantkeychain#tommyultraimportantkeychain
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stuffed
pairing: jongho x (fem) reader
word count: 2250
genre: spicy spice :)
warnings: soft dom jongho, biting, lots of praise, fingering, size kink, sorry not sorry, but yo can't convince me that jongho doesn't have a thick cock so, low-key breeding but he just likes to fuck her raw idk what kinda kink you call that (psa: use a fucking condom bitches), uber romantic to lol I feel like he's such a softy, gets off when you come, I think that's all.
an: this is the first fanfic I wrote since returning from my hiatus so it took me a little to get back into the writing and rediscover my own writing style! So I hope you enjoy and please interact and give this lots of love! Happy Turkey day whores ;)
taglist: @mingigoo @ravenjoongie @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99 @mirror-juliet
The boys love to celebrate American holidays with you. Every year you have fireworks and hot dogs on July 4th, and you always host a thanksgiving day meal. This year is no different. It’s a three day prep event for you and you can’t forget the cooking still needed the day of! Just to say it, it's a stressful but very rewarding day to be able to have a nice meal with the people you love most in the world. They always try to schedule events and showcases around the actual day of thanksgiving so they can celebrate with you. Last year they couldn’t and it really made you upset. It was the first time in three years that you weren’t able to celebrate your favorite holiday with anyone. They saw how upset it made you and they were determined to make it up to you this year, especially your boyfriend Jongho. He took the days leading up to the holiday off of practice for their next comeback to help you prepare the food.
It was the day of thanksgiving now and despite the help from Jongho, you still were behind. You appreciated his help so much and you knew why he was doing it, but you had to go back and fix the stuff that you assigned him. Most of the time he just sat on the other side of the island and just watched as you moved around the kitchen.
“Baby can you help me with the turkey.” You asked without looking up from the stuffing you were preparing.
“Mmm” he replied standing up. You looked up to give him a smile to show your appreciation, but when you looked up you paused all your movements. This happens often. Ever since you two started dating. Jongho’s presence is so big. His shoulders are twice the size as your own and his biceps are almost as big as your head. From the moment you saw him you were attracted instantly. He loves to remind you how big he is and how small you are, especially in the bedroom. Sex with Jongho is very romantic and tender, with a hint of kink. He loves being on top, entrapping you beneath his thick, muscular body. He’ll lean down and speak hot things into my ear to make my orgasm that more intense. You can feel your face warm and your pussy grows slick with excitement. You try to look away before Jongho can see, but I know he knows what I'm thinking about. We haven’t had sex in over a week because his schedule has been keeping him in the studio all day and late into the night, and there was a huge project that you needed to get done before you could start the thanksgiving prep.
“What do you need me to do baby?” Jongho says as he steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and places a quick kiss on my neck. You can't help but giggle and instinctively push your ass into his groin. He lets out a little moan into your neck. Before you can get swept up into what's about to happen you kinda push him off of and turn to face him.
“Can you please turkey from the other counter. It’s too heavy for me to lift baby.” He nods and you give him a quick kiss on the lips as a thanks. Turning back to the counter you remember the potatoes that have been on the mixer and rush over to turn the machine off. Lifting the top of the mixer up and removing the mixing attachment you lick some of the potatoes off to make sure the seasonings are right. The butter and salt coats your tongue and you can’t help but moan a little at the taste. You feel a familiar presence behind you once more.
“Taste good?” Jongho whispers in your ear. His voice sends a shiver down your spine and jolts of electricity straight to your pussy. Your knees go wobbly but his grip on your waist keeps you grounded.
“Jongho..” You attempt to protest, but it’s weak.
“Yes, baby?” He says peppering kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder. His hands smooth up your torso and one stops at your breast to tease your nipple beneath the dress and apron you are wearing. His other hand moves up to your neck moving your head to rest on his shoulder so he can have better access to your weak spot.
“I need to f-finish.” You manage to get out as he sucks on the sensitive part of your neck
“Oh yeah baby? Finish what?”
“The m-meal. The turkey n-needs to be st-tuffed.”
“I think you need to be stuffed, not the turkey baby.”
You can’t help but give in to him. Your body continues to sink into his embrace and before you know it you feel your ass rubbing against his thick cock straining beneath his jeans. He continues to suck and leave marks all along your neck and when you reach back and caress his cock, he growls and bites your neck at the contact. You can’t help but let out a gasp.
“Fuck baby. I need you now.” He says, as he turns you around and throws you over his shoulder. He easily walks the two of you toward the bedroom. In this position the skirt of your dress is bunched up slightly toward your hips exposing your pussy to the cold air of the room, you shiver at the sensation. You start to squirm in anticipation. While keeping your locked on his shoulder Jongho flips your dress the rest of the way up and uses his thumb to tease your entrance.
“Someone is wet for me.” He says continuing to play around with your pussy. Jongho shifts his head to the closest part of your thigh and bites it hard. You squeal and moan at the pain. He kisses your new mark before tossing you onto your bed.
“The things i’m going to do to you (y/n).” He stands at the end of the bed looking down on you and the only thought that is going through your mind is, big. His wide form casts a shadow over you and you can’t help but shiver at the form before you. He lets out a frustrated sigh before he grabs the collar of his hoodie and pulls it off in one smooth move. He pauses with the sleeves of the hoodie still on his forearms, the material gathered at his middle covering his bare stomach. His broad and muscular chest is now exposed revealing the deep heaving breaths, you realize your own breathing matches his. He is pointing daggers at you with his stare, it's so intense and pointed that you swear your heart skips a beat. His eyes shut slightly as his head tilts left and right, the movement accompanied with the popping of his neck joints. He lets out a moan and his usually big eyes, now half lidded, are pointed at me once more. He removes his arms from his hoodie sleeves and his full torso is now bare. He doesn’t have a full set of abs, but the area is muscular nonetheless. His hands now reach for the button of his jeans but he makes no move to unbutton himself.
“Why is my girl still dressed?” He asks with a shit eating grin lighting up his heated features. He extends his strong hands to help you to your knees. Your shaky hands make a move to undo the bow tying the apron to your figure, but you can’t seem to get the thin straps to budge. You look back up at him to see his arms crossed, making his shoulders look that much broader and stronger than he already does.
“Need some help baby?” You nod still not able to find your voice, lost in the fog of arousal. He pulls you to your feet, keeping one arm around your waist and the other makes quick work of ripping the fabric off your body, leaving you in your favorite black dress. He turns you around and slowly unzips you from the dress. As the fabric slides from your body you are hit with another rush of arousal. The dress hits the floor and Jongho makes quick work of your undergarments. His hands explore your body, your moans echoing you in the room. His thumbs tease your nipples the way you like as he leaves kisses and hickies on the untouched side of your neck. Once he has you melting in his hands he moves one down over your stomach stopping at your pussy.
“I bet you are going to be so wet for me baby.” He slides two fingers between your folds, groaning at the state of your pussy. He sinks his teeth into your neck again as he rubs circles around your clit. Your breath hitches and your moans get louder.
“That’s it baby. Sing for me.” He coos as he continues his motions. Kissing and moaning into your neck as he rubs your clit. The build up is coming at you fast, your breathing becomes more erratic and you find yourself swearing Jongho’s name.
“Fuck- Jongho! I’m-m gonna cu-m.” His thumb takes over for his two fingers so they can slide into your pussy. You gasp and the new sensation sends you over the edge. Your eyes shut and your entire body goes fuzzy with your orgasm.
You don’t really feel it, but somewhere in your comedown Jongho moves on to the bed. He positions himself between your legs and resumes pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. His back is bent showing off the strong muscles to your hazed eyes as he takes your nipple into his mouth. Pleasure erupts from you again. He moves to your other breast and he hooks his fingers inside, skimming his fingertips over your g-spot. He releases your nipple with a ‘pop’ and removes his fingers from your pussy. You start to whine but stop when you see Jongho take his fingers and suck them clean of your juices.
“You taste so good, baby.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you. Your lips move against each other like a dance. He takes off his pants and underwear and repositions himself at your entrance.
“You ready for me baby?” You nod and he doesn’t move.
“I need to hear you baby.” He gives you a longing look, and places a kiss on your forehead.
“Yes baby. Please.” He smiles and pushes himself into you. You hiss at his size as he stretches you. He moans as he slides his full eight inches inside you. He slowly pulls himself back out, repeating the movement. The pain slowly turns to pleasure and you begin to feel the slow build of another orgasm rise inside you.
“Fuck (y/n), your pussy is so good.” He pants. He flexes his hips harder and harder slamming his cock deep inside you.
“Oh baby, I can never get enough of you.” The mix of your moans and curses fill the room and create a beautiful symphony. He continues to moan sickly sweet confessions into your ear, making your building orgasm hurdle faster toward release.
“Baby, I’m so close.” You whimper into his general direction, unable to focus your eyes due to the overload of pleasure fogging your vision. You run your hands up his arms dragging your nails along his smooth tanned skin until you reach his shoulders where you sink your nails. He growls and pounds harder into you hitting that special spot causing your moans to grow louder and more intense.
“Fuck, come for me baby. Come for me (y/n).” He leans down to kiss you, claiming your mouth as he fucks you. The pressure continues to build until you come again. He follows after you shortly, filling your pussy with his load. After a few moments he slowly pulls his dick out of you and watches as his cum spills from your entrance.
“So much better than that turkey.” You can't help but burst out laughing. He looks at me confused, but after a minute he understands the joke.
“It sounded like you fucked the turkey then me.” You say sitting up on your elbows, your smiling face looking at his now rosy one. He grabs both of your cheeks and plants a big kiss on your lips.
“Seriously, I have to finish the turkey. The boys will be here in 6 hours!” You jump up from the bed, forgetting your boyfriend's cum spilling out of your pussy and running down your legs. He laughs as you run from the room and into the bathroom to go get yourself re-ready for the party tonight.
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Hours Later:
Everyone is gathered at your dining room table and starting to dig into the meal you have spent days preparing. Yunho and Hongjoon are talking about the latest comeback and how the dance routine is going to go with the new title song, Wooyoung is basically flirting with San and the former is pretending not to love it.
“This turkey is delicious (y/n)!” Yeosang praised.
“Thanks Yeo!” I raise my drink toward him.
“The secret is in the stuffing.” Jongho added. You kicked him under the table and gave him a dirty look, He just smiled and leaned over to kiss your cheek.
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Headcanons of Alastor Finding the Merch
Requested
Alastor X Human Reader
🔥Also starring Arson Cat🔥
Yay! Let's get started!
Its been a good while since The Radio Demon was summoned.
The human that did was kind enough to let him stay in their humble abode until they could find a way to send him back home.
On that first day his shadows made themselves comfortable in the dark corners and spaces through out the floor, keeping eyes on the human and some chasing after the cat.
The feline did not like him. That was until he did something that caught their attention.
🔥 Fire meow meow.
Now, he was helping the human with cooking recipes. Shopping on occasion, and the human even bought him a radio from his era.
"I thought it'd be nice if you had something familiar in your room.", they said as they handed him the radio.
"Do you need me to kill someone?", he asks.
"No?", they respond confused. "Its a gift. I don't expect for you to do something for me after."
It was odd. People did things that would benefit them, but here was this person doing something out of genuine kindness. Something he hasn't experienced in a long time.
"Thank you. I shall take care of it."
💞Quick POV switch💞
You stared at the screen for a good while, debating whether you should purchase the item.
New merch was released and you wanted to get that stained glass looking pin so badly. It just looked so pretty and you are a sucker for stained glass. One of the greatest art forms out there.
I could get this..but what if I'm not home and Alastor gets it? Would he open it? You think as you're adding it to cart, remembering that your other packages that you've gotten were not opened. Nah. It'll be fine.
And you get the new pin with a few other items.
*cackles* 💞POV switch💞
Alastor was trying to figure out how to work your record player radio.
He knew he had to press a button but couldn't figure out which one. The human had shown him but then he forgot. The record he wanted to play was already put in but it was the damn buttons that had him at a loss.
"Is it this one?", he mumbled, moving his hand to press the button.
Then there was a sudden knock on the door.
With a quick snap of his fingers, Alastor was now in his human disguise and made his way to the door.
"Coming!", he said before looking through the peep hole, finding no one but a box. "Hm, that might be the stand mixer.", he mumbled as he opened the door.
At some point, the human had mentioned buying a stand mixer.
Bringing in the box, he found it was surprisingly light. Shutting the door and setting it down on the counter, Alastor returned to his demon form and tapped his microphone.
The eye of the mic opened up, looking at the demon with a questionable glare.
"Connect to the human's phone, they've got a package."
The mic's eye does a quick roll, slightly annoyed but does as told and connects to the phone.
Idk fanfic logic or something. I'm tired.
"Hello?", the human's voice comes through.
"Afternoon! You have received a package just now and I was wondering if it's the stand mixer?", he asks, looking down at the box. "Its somewhat small."
"Hmm.. Let me check.", they say and there's some fumbling on the other end.
The deer demon waits patiently as the human looks for the "electronic mail", or e-mail as they call it.
"It might be it. I did get a confirmation.", they mumble. "Can you open it and check?"
"Of course.", he says, cutting the tape on the box with his claws and opening the box.
After moving the bubble wrap, he pauses when seeing a familiar key printed on a scarf.
"That's strange."
"What?"
He picks up the scarf and inspects it, then he looks at the other items, finding a pin with his face on it.
"Did you have something costum made to look like me?", he asks.
"AA-!", the line goes dead.
"Hello?"
😱 *dun dunn duuunnnn* POV switch💞
You quickly called in an emergency with your boss (who thankfully let you leave early) and rushed your way home.
On the way, your thoughts were going wild.
Why didn't I get an e-mail from the damn store!? Shit shit shit shit shit shit!!! I'm going to have to explain everything. Oh god.
You get home, opening the door and peaking your head in. Not seeing anyone to greet you.
Should I be worried? You wonder as you enter and close the door behind you.
After putting all your stuff down, there's a red silhouette by the record player. Not a second later, he turns around.
"You got back quickly. Could you help remind me of what buttons to press? I seem to have gotten confused.", Alastor says and focuses on the record player again.
"Ok..", you say and go over to help, telling him what button to press to change from radio to the record player.
"Finally!", he says once the music starts playing.
Looking around, you find the box with the shark printed on it on the kitchen counter. Along with all the merch you bought taken out of it. Walking up to it, all you can think of is..
Fuck.
"Oh yes, did you get it costum made? Its quite nice.", he says from right behind you.
"Um..about that.", you say and turn your body to face him but do not look him in the eye. "I've got to tell you something."
🙃 I would feel terrified. Would you?
You both sat on the couch quietly. Just facing forward and not making eye contact.
Its been a good minute after explaining the different dimensions and cartoons/animation that he's from.
Not daring to make any sound or sudden movements, you wait for him to say something.
.....
Which might take a bit more time.
"So.."
Nevermind.
"I am to understand that I somehow crossed dimensions, landing here on a different Earth from the one I know?"
"Mhm.", you nod.
"But there are a few similarities with the serial killers, demons and angels?"
"Yep."
"And not everyone believes in them like on the Earth I came from and the sins are the same, correct?"
"Yeah, I think?"
"Interesting..", he mumbles. "And I am from a cartoon?"
You nod with another hum of agreement.
It goes quiet again.
Now feeling a little less anxious, you take a few breaths and fiddle with the hem of your shirt to distract yourself.
"I have one question."
"Hm?", you look over to find the Radio Demon also looking at you.
"How did I end up here?", he asks. "If I recall correctly, you said that summoning wasn't your intention when I had arrived."
How did he end up here? You think. I wasn't summoning anything. The only spell I was working on was an-
You freeze in place.
"Oh fuck."
Then your phone made a notification noise. It wad the e-mail letting you know the package for the hazbin hotel merch was delivered.
The stand mixer didn't come until the next day.
I want it so bad. 😭
~Seline, the person.
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CLOUD NINE - CHRIS S.
summary - y/n gets invited to nate’s party when chris spots her and invites her out for a smoke. what happens when chris asks to ditch the party and go back to his?
requested - no
warnings - smut smut smut !
note - this is the first smut (and any type of fanfic in general) that i’ve written in like 8 years, please go easy on me lmfao!!
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as i pulled up to the party i gave myself one last moment to breathe, before opening the door to chaos.
nate was throwing a party, and if there was one thing you need to know about nate, it’s that he knows how to throw a damn party.
i flatten out the bottom of my dress in a weak attempt to make yourself feel more confident- then i braced all and twist the door to enter.
holy fuck was it loud. and holy fuck was there about 9000 people here. maybe a tad exaggerated, but you get the point.
i began to try and weave myself through the aimless bodies dancing and grinding, hoping to either find a friendly face or a bottle of vodka. as i made my way through the crowd, i spotted a boy stood in the kitchen.
christopher owen sturniolo.
possibly the finest man i have ever laid my eyes on.
i staggered my way through the last bunch of people to make it to the kitchen and grab a drink.
i poured yourself a heavy amount of vodka and grabbed whatever mixer i could find, downing it as fast as i physically could. i did NOT want to be sober and bored at this party.
i looked up, as chris eyes fell on me, a look of intrigue and impressed painted his face. a blunt fell from his slightly parted, pink lips.
“damn, ma. you good?” he chuckled, and i smiled back as a light giggle escaped my lips.
“yes, chris. i’m fine. i just don’t want to be sober for a second longer.” i replied, giving the boy a faint smile and he laughed in agreement.
“come out with me, help me smoke this? i would smoke it with matt or nick but they’ve literally disappeared to fuck knows where.” he rolled his eyes.
“oh yeah for sure, i’m down.” i looked at the boy timidly, as i waited for him to lead the way.
chris began to walk us both through the crowd of people to get to the garden, hopelessly i grabbed his arm in order not to lose him within the web of drunken and high people. without me even noticing, a small blush etched onto his cheeks.
after what felt like forever, the two of us finally made our way through the abundance of bodies, into the garden. the night was almost black but the moon lit up the garden effortlessly. stars littered the sky, almost twinkling at us.
chris took seat on the grass, and i followed suit, sitting next to him as he lit up the blunt. he inhaled deeply, eyes closing at the feeling of the smoke filling his lungs. he exhaled and passed it to me, and i’d be lying if i said my heart didn’t practically skip a hundred beats when our fingers skimmed each other. i repeated, as i looked up at him with a smile plastered on my face.
“so chris, besides you losing matt and nick, why’d you bring me out here and not…like nate or something? we barely speak.” y/n questioned the boy, taking another hit before passing the blunt back to chris.
he brought the blunt back to his lips, and as he was inhaled i just couldn’t help but admire how pretty they looked.
“well, you were alone, i was alone, i thought it was the perfect opportunity.” he responded, puffing on the blunt and passing it back to me.
“oh, perfect opportunity? is that right?” i smirked, blowing out some smoke into his face.
he shook his head with a small chuckle, “i mean i didn’t….i didn’t mean it like that, i just thought you were chill.” he continued.
“yeah, yeah.” i giggled, teasing him. i went to pass the blunt back to chris but he shakes his head- i stomped it out as it’s pretty much done with now. a silence falls between the two of us for a few minutes as i stared into the night sky.
i leaned my head onto chris’ shoulder in an attempt to make myself more warm.
“sup ma, are you cold? you wanna go somewhere else?” he inquired, and i lazily nodded my head back as a yes.
the taller boy stood up, and held out his hand for me; i happily obliged by taking it softly. “i was thinking, do you wanna maybe uh get out of here? go chill at mine instead?” he asked, looking at me intently. a rose colour tinted my cheeks as i looked back at the boy, “umm, yeah, yes sure why not!” i answered, a nervous pit in my stomach. was it anxiety or butterflies? i literally couldn’t tell the difference at all. a grin was etched on his face as we began to make our way to the front gate of the garden.
“my house is literally like, round the corner so we’ll be there in no time.” chris informed me, as we both began walking the short journey to his house.
he wasn’t joking because as we were making goofy jokes for what felt like 30 seconds, we already arrived at his front door. he opened it, making sure it’s still open for when his brothers returned and lead me to his bedroom.
“you want a drink or anythin’? food?” he quizzed, and i shook my head no. “i’m okay, but thank you.”
he strutted towards his wardrobe and found a large tshirt, chucking it at me. “here, you’ll be comfier in this.” he said sweetly. “thanks chris!” i replied, as i began taking my shoes off. chris turned around to give me privacy, while i unzipped your dress and slid it down my body.
underneath my dress i only wore a thong, i mean the cups in the dress did the job so as i was getting ready for the party i figured i wouldn’t need one.
all of a sudden, i felt myself walk towards chris, i patted him on the shoulder. he turned around, not expecting to see what he was looking at. he scanned my body up and down, licking his lips ever so slightly. his eyes lingered on my lips for a few seconds as they came back up to meet my eyes. “y/n…” he started, before wrapping his calloused hands around my waist. “is this okay?” he questioned, i looked at him, almost afraid to breathe as i nodded my head slowly. i wrapped my arms around his neck and all of a sudden our lips met.
the kiss began slow but ever so quickly it became rough and desperate. i tangled my fingers in chris’ hair, pulling ever so slightly. the boy let out a small groan from the back of his throat, and i took the opportunity to slip my tongue in his mouth at the cue. he began walking us both back towards the bed, and as i fell into the mattress chris’ body was on top of mine.
i broke away for air, as chris kicks his shoes off not caring where they land. i tugged at the bottom of his shirt signalling for him to take it off. “use your words, pretty girl.” he smirked, bringing his grip to my waist. “off, please chris.” i whined, furrowing your brows. he chuckled lowly as he complied, removing his hands from my waist to take off his top. “is that better, baby?” i nodded sheepishly.
“what did i say? use your words.” he repeated, looking at me in a demanding tone. i whimpered, “yes!” he shook his head. “yes what?” he encouraged, “yes daddy.” i whined, as a satisfied grin spreads across his face. “hm, good girl. now what am i gonna do with you?” he said rhetorically, as he trailed his long fingers over my stomach. my breathing became laboured and began to speed up as i felt myself getting wetter by the second. “please, anything, just touch me!” i cried, wanting nothing more than to be feeling chris’ hands touching me in every place i was imagining.
an almost sadist smirk spread across his face, as he brought his hands up to my chest, tracing his fingers down my sternum at an agonising pace. he trailed further and further and stopped at the line of my underwear. “please stop teasing, it’s so unfair i need you.” i whimpered, drawing a laugh from chris’ throat. “awe, is that so baby?” chris said in response, as he lightly dragged his fingers down my underwear, emitting a shiver from me. “i can already feel that you’re so wet for me baby. i got you all worked up, huh?” he said, as he began to pull my thong down- i lifted my hips almost instantly to help get them off quicker. “such a good girl for me, helping daddy. aren’t you?” he praised, eliciting a light moan from me. “yes, daddy. ‘m only your good girl.”
chris’ fingers dances around my thighs, but before deciding to tease me for too long, he dipped them between my folds to feel the wetness coat his fingers. “mmm, so fucking wet for daddy.” he begun, “suck.” he demanded, as he brought his fingers to my mouth. i took both his fingers in my mouth with ease, sucking and licking whatever was left on them. chris took his bottom lip between his teeth watching me, almost letting out a moan. “bet you taste so good. you gonna let me taste you, pretty girl? gonna let me use my tongue to make you fall apart?” he spoke, his words alone making me lose my mind. “god, yes, yes please. do whatever you want to me.” i spluttered out, not caring how pathetic i sounded. chris leaned in to kiss me again, tasting me from my own mouth. this garnered a moan from the boy, deepening this kiss. he began trailing the kisses down my jaw and neck, sucking purple bruises into the skin. he made his way down to my boobs, taking my left nipple into his mouth, licking it and sucking it causing whimpers to escape my lips. he moved to the right side to give it the same amount of attention before coming off and blowing on them slightly- causing a shiver to go up my spine. the kisses continued down my stomach and to my thighs, continuing to leave purple marks on them and nibbling at the skin. it was becoming harder and harder to keep quieter when he was becoming closer to the place i need him most.
“you ready, princess?” chris asked from between my thighs. almost as fast as lighting i began nodding.
without wasting a second chris licked a stripe between my folds gathering the wetness on his tongue. “taste so fucking good, baby.” chris moaned into you, as he placed a kiss to your clit. without warning he began sucking on it, bringing his left hand up to your pussy and shoving two fingers in. you threw your head back, a loud moan falling from your mouth. “oh, fuck! oh my god.” the profanities were spilling from your mouth as chris sucked and licked at your clit, pumping and curling his two fingers inside you at an ungodly place. “gonna be a good girl and cum on daddy’s face?” the boy asked, though it sounded like more of a demand. “yes, yes fuck keep going.” you managed to whimper out, feeling the heat spread and the knot build up in your stomach. chris sucked on your clit harshly as your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you. “o-oh my god, fuck, i’m cumming!” you screamed, legs becoming weak and shaking. chris let you ride out your high, removing his fingers and mouth from your pussy. he sat back up, unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. his cock slapped against his stomach, precum leaking out the tip. your eyes widened slightly at the size. “be a good girl and spit on daddy’s cock.” he instructed, and you obliged quickly, moving towards the boys cock and spitting on the tip. chris jerked himself off slightly to coat his cock in your spit. “face down, ass up princess.” he ordered, and you complied. you felt his presence behind you as he placed a hand on your hip, one on his cock to help line himself up with your hole. he pushed his whole length into you, giving you a second to adjust. “move, please.” you whined pathetically, and without giving you a second to prepare chris began thrusting into you at a rapid pace. “so tight around my cock, baby. feels so fucking good taking you like this.” he moaned out, bringing his right hand down to slap your ass, leaving a red mark. “fill me up so well, daddy.” you cried out, as chris grabbed a first full of your hair and pulled your head backwards. “yeah you like taking daddy’s cock, huh? like being my little slut?” he groaned in your ear. “fuck, yes! love being your slut!” you whimpered in response. “rub your clit for me, princess. wanna cum with you at the same time.” he directed. you brought your hand to your clit, rubbing it in circles as chris pounded you from the back, occasionally spanking you and leaving handprints on your cheeks. “getting close, fuck.” you moaned. “me too baby, be a good girl and cum with daddy.” he commanded, as you felt your legs begin to shake for the second time that night. your orgasm quickly built up as you let out a string of moans and whimpers, gripping the sheet as you rubbed your clit. “fuck, ‘m cumming again daddy!” you whined, as you felt chris’ hips stutter. “gonna fill you up with my cum, baby.” chris grunted, his jaw going slack as he released his load into you, fucking you both through your highs. he slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping out of your hole.
“come on, let’s get you cleaned up. bet you’re glad you left that party with me.” chris laughed as you rolled your eyes.
tag list ; @abbie13sworld @christinarowie332 @mangosrar @soursturniolo @s1urnioloslvr @strniohoeee
#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets
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Hello there I wanted to request a fanfic (although headcannons would be ok to)
Cg(s): Eddie and Frank
Little(s):Wally
So Wally has been running himself ragged all day helping the neighbours his last stop is at frank and eddie’s house to help with chores but Wally regresses by accident while helping Eddie and Frank with some chores due to being overtired and cranky
Thank you -🦎
Most of my requests rn are for fics anon 🦎 so I’ll make these hcs as fic
CG!Frank Frankly and CG!Eddie Dear with Stressed and Cranky Little!Wally Darling Headcanons as Fic
💥 One day, Wally accidentally dragged himself into a hectic day of helping his fellow neighbors.
💥 First, he needed to readjust Sally’s stage lights for an upcoming play, but Barnaby rewrote his dialogue to be funnier, so she got frustrated and scolded him loudly.
🌩️ Her voice was too strong for Wally, yet it wouldn’t stop as Barnaby kept egging her on.
💥 Second, he needed to retrieve some lost inventory in a crevice too small for Howdy to fit, causing Wally to strain himself and develop aches all over his body.
💥 Third, he needed to help Poppy and Julie bake a chocolate cake, but the rainbow monster didn’t work the electric mixer properly and splattered batter onto everyone.
🌩️ Wally had to return to Home for a shower, yet his mounting stress never left.
💥 Now, he’s helping Eddie and Frank carry a rather heavy package inside the frowning friend’s house.
💥 They all hold a third of the box as they traverse the entryway and down the hall.
💥 However, Wally’s arms give up without warning and drop his side of the cardboard package in front to the door to the study.
💥 After the other two carefully and quickly place the remainder onto the wooden floor, Frank angrily questions why the short painter would do such a thing.
🌩️ “Don’t you remember what I told you? This equipment is fragile!”
💥 Meanwhile, Eddie notices something off, like a gut feeling demanding attention.
💥 Wally doesn’t shout out his fury; he taps his left foot, crosses his arms, and turns his head away from Frank.
💥 The gray grump could’ve escalated the situation further if it weren’t for Eddie asking to talk in the kitchen, far enough so Wally wouldn’t hear.
💥 In the solace of the organized kitchen, Eddie explains their friend is probably tired because of some work he’s done throughout the neighborhood.
🌩️ He knows because his mail route today let him catch glimpses of Wally.
💥 Frank, still annoyed at a lesser degree, understands he shouldn’t overwhelm the artist.
💥 The duo finally return to Wally, and Frank apologizes.
💥 Even with the small darling accepting the apology, he keeps carrying an upset mood, prompting the two taller friends to brainstorm solutions.
🌩️ It’s Eddie’s suggestion of a nap that they agree upon.
💥 A new goal in mind, the mailman sprints off to bring pajamas from Home while Frank takes care of Wally.
💥 The smart entomologist decides to try calming him down a bit with a glass of water.
💥 Strangely, Wally’s hands can’t properly grasp the cup, alerting Frank and moving his steady hands around the smaller ones.
🌩️ Now he’s sure Wally is regressing; he’ll have to tell Eddie when he gets back.
💥 Speak of the devil mailman, he nearly stumbles inside with a set of striped rainbow pajamas.
💥 Frank lets Wally change on his own in the bathroom, and uses the spare time to inform Eddie about the regression and what it is.
🌩️ With all this new info, Eddie takes it greatly with compassion and understanding.
💥 Out of the bathroom, Wally nearly squeaks in surprise as his mail carrier friend scoops him up like a baby.
🌩️ Despite his sour attitude, he goes limp and relishes the comforting presence.
💥 They go to Frank’s bedroom, where both newly-made caregivers tuck the little under the yellow sheets.
💥 Eddie almost asks Frank if he has any books for a bedtime story, when Wally tugs at his friends’ hands.
💥 Both of them get the hint, joining their tiny darling under the covers, and cuddling their baby.
💥 Not long after, the trio fall asleep in a warm embrace, Wally between Frank and Eddie, the two he’ll proudly call his caregivers.
#fandom agere#welcome home agere#agere hcs#agere headcanons#agere fic#age regression#sfw agere#agere#sfw age regression
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Now that I finished tma, I need to write a fanfic. And I happen to like time loops, and fix-it, and sassy teenagers, and the Extinction.
Let's see what happens when you throw all that into the mixer, shall we?
This is gonna be fun
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Comforting Cream (Ren/MC fanfic)
Super Fluff, Making Breakfast for Ren!
No warnings apply, Gender Neutral MC, contains Ren being a lovebug!
Ren didn’t always sleep in bed with you. Sometimes, when he was feeling upset or moody, he’d curl up on top of a lump of sheets, pillows and blankets and fall asleep. He always told you to just sleep in the bed, that he’d join you the next night.
You woke up before the sun had risen. You could have rolled over and gone back to bed, but instead, you sat up and stretched, feeling the loneliness of an empty bedside. Ren had looked so dejected the night before, no doubt remembering things he’d rather not.
That sealed the deal. You were going to make him feel better. And making his favorite breakfast seemed to be the best way to do that right now.
You crept through the house, careful to avoid floorboards that creaked or the squeaky step of the stairs as you made your way to the kitchen. You didn’t want to wake him up before you’d even started. Opening up the fridge, an idea came to your mind as you stared at the ingredients available to you. Strawberries, milk, eggs, bacon, heavy cream, and you still had half a bottle of ready-to-drink Chai Latte. You checked the cupboard quickly, giving it a once over before collecting the ingredients together.
Batter formed quickly, making sure there were still clumps remaining. No one wanted a runny thin pancake. Setting the skillet to medium low heat, you got out the carton of strawberries and began to wash and set them aside. Strawberries were easy for the idea you had, as a quick triangle shaped slice into the top, then cutting it into horizontal slices resulted in beautiful red heart shapes.
Pouring down some batter, you let it set for a moment before laying down the berries in a circular pattern. In a separate skillet, on a slightly higher temperature, you laid down an even layer of bacon, closing your eyes as you listened to it instantly begin to sizzle.
As you flipped pancake after pancake onto a plate, setting them in the microwave to keep them warm, you realized a small flaw in your plan. You’d wanted to make whipped cream for the pancakes. Nothing would cheer Ren up like a stack of strawberry pancakes covered in whipped cream and heart shaped sprinkles.
But the hand mixer was loud. It would definitely wake Ren up. And you really wanted this to be a surprise. You massaged your shoulder and upper arm, feeling a sense of determination through you. You’d have to mix it by hand. You affirmed to yourself that you were mixing maximum love into the cream.
Turning the heat down on the bacon and putting a lid over it, and putting the last pancake into the microwave, you poured some of the cream into a chilled glass bowl. Readying your whisk, you stretched your wrist for a moment before beginning to beat the heavy liquid.
It was 5 minutes of constant repetitive movement. You wondered how people did this before electricity let you do it within a minute. But it was satisfying, watching how the cream gradually thickened and then, formed peaks that rose and broke away from your whisk.
It was time to put it all together. You got out one of Ren’s favorite plate, a commemorative Kitten-Chan dish, and piled four pancakes on it. Between the fluffy stack, you layered extra strawberries and dollops of your fresh whipped cream, before topping the stack with a healthy swirl of it. White, Pink and Red tiny sugary sprinkles came next, raining down plentifully.
A few slices of bacon on the side, you quickly set it on the table and got out a glass, pouring some of the Chai into it. Just when you were wondering how you’d wake Ren up, you heard the door to his room upstairs open.
You stood, with bated breath as you heard him pad closer and closer to the kitchen, not as careful as you had been to miss any creaking floorboards or noisy steps.
“Good Morning, Honey…” His hair was a mess as he yawned. He was so cute when he just woke up, Cheeks pink from warmth, eyes still a little droopy with sleep he hadn’t quite rubbed out yet.
“What are you doing up so early…” He trailed off as he saw the plate on the table, his eyes opening wide. He was finally awake, his ears perked up, nose twitching as he stared. You walked around the table and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into your shoulder.
He smelt so nice. Like sugar and clean soap, compliments of the expensive bath products he loved so much.
“I made you breakfast!” you said, planting a kiss on his still shocked cheek. Then you spoke a bit more softly.
“You were so sad last night, Ren… I wanted to make you feel better… I hope it’s okay.” Hands suddenly dug into your hips, and you gave a small squeak as Ren pulled you into a bone crushing hug.
“You didn’t have to do all this for me…” His voice sounded shaky. Like he was about to cry. Then he nuzzled his cheek against yours.
“Thank you, so so much… You really are just perfect for me. I’m sorry for worrying you last night.” He pulled back, planting a kiss on your lips, then smiling.
“Next time I’m feeling hopeless like that, I won’t isolate myself. I’ll just come to you and remember I’m not alone anymore.”
#boyfriend to death#boyfriend to death fanfic#boyfriend to death 2#ren btd#ren boyfriend to death#ren hana#ren hana fanfic#ren hana btd
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Two-Body Problem
Mark Watney x reader
Grad School AU, (academic) rivals to ??????
No use of pronouns or y/n
[Masterlist]
Not Beta-read, we die like Spirit and Opportunity.
CW: networking, Inaccurate depictions of organic chemistry, probably riddled with typos, but that's all I can think of. Please please please let me know if I missed anything and I'll add it to the top of the list
The reader and Mark are both PhD candidates at Northwestern and both happen to be GTAs for an o-chem/bio-chemistry class. They schedule and meet up on neutral ground(a library) to get some grading done together and some unexpected feelings creep in.
AN: This is the first fanfic I've ever written; critique is always welcome and encouraged, but, uh, perhaps manage your expectations? Idk 😅 I'm not the best when it comes to creative writing, but there's a criminally low amount of fic for The Martian and even fewer fic centered around Mark imo. I might continue this into something more, if there's demand and if I've the energy and motivation 🤷🏾
Alright, I'll stop trying to lamp-shade; Enjoy, and thanks for taking the time out of your day to read this 💚💚💚
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Wanna meet up to put a dent in the pile of grading I know you also have?
The two of you exchanged numbers at the beginning of fall quarter out of politeness, but it was still surprising to see the notification from Mark’s text.
Leaning back in your chair, you considered your options, the soft sensor schematic in front of you now fully abandoned after an hour of rearranging thermocouples and resistors trying to alleviate a stubborn inductive noise problem.
Mark had been a thorn in your proverbial side since the day you met him; well, night, to be exact—your blood begins to boil at the memory. You were engaged in cordial and calculated banter with a researcher working in a lab you were gunning for before being interrupted by someone exclaiming “Dr. Hernandez!” to your left. You blinked and the fragile connection you just began to form had crumbled as the attention of the faculty member in question whirled to the side and greeted a stocky and stubbly man who Dr. Hernandez introduced to you as “Mark Watney, one of my PhD students!” This confused you since his name tag clearly said, Plant Bio and Conservation and this was a mixer in the electrical and computer engineering department; “I’m working with him and a faculty member in my own department on developing novel ways of monitoring soil properties in areas in Illinois hardest hit by industrial runoff” Mark says with a smile that oozes levels of confidence and hubris only considerable privilege can spawn. He gives you a quick glance before saying, “which actually reminds me-” and steering Dr. Hernandez away from you. Now, this certainly stung, but it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t get over. No, what made this a problem was Mark’s uncanny ability to draw the room’s attention to him and his work, making it a just a tad difficult to properly network without having to entertain talk and conversation surrounding the department’s charismatic new wunderkind apparent. This combined with quite publicly challenging a design of yours for a class you two shared had firmly placed Mark in your list of worst enemies. Which, admittedly, might be a bit dramatic, but after some quippy and well worded critiques and suggestions to optimize a C++ script he’d written for the same class it seemed you’d made your way onto his hit list too, if department gossip had any veracity to it—so at least the feeling was mutual.
Which brings you back to your confusion at this new development in your communication with him; Mark hadn’t exactly jumped for joy when, in some sick reversal of the infamous two-body problem, the two of you got hired as TAs for the same introductory o-chem class. You exchanged numbers, but neither reached out to the other to host joint office hours, or to work together to get through the ever-growing pile of completed homework assignments that you two need to finish grading—in fact, this is the first time either of you texted the other since the first text you sent confirming your number as yours. Staring at your phone’s screen you weighed the pros and cons of saying yes; on the one hand, it’ll help the two of you get ahead on the imposing pile of work that had accumulated just in the first 2 and a half weeks of the quarter. On the other hand, it meant that you’d have to breathe the same air as your infuriatingly handsome nemesis for longer than you were required to. Not that he was your type. Absolutely not. He just… had an objectively strong jawline…. Choosing not to think too hard about that and reasoning that getting grading done was more important than your pride, you typed out a curt sure. See you at Galter in an hour? And waited for his equally as curt sounds good before getting up to go change out of your comfy, at-home garb and head out the door with your half of the grading pile and your laptop tucked away into your backpack.
You’re chewing the last bite of a pop tart you got, realizing you unfortunately forgot to eat dinner before leaving, and scrolling through Instagram when Mark walks through the glass doors leading into the Galter Health Sciences Library. Under a mild windbreaker, he’s wearing what’s presumably a band t-shirt but with a worn-out and unrecognizable logo tucked into his cuffed light wash jeans. He"s carrying a clearly well-loved canvas satchel with a Cubs patch sewn onto the front. His hair was artfully tousled as he ran a hand through it while he looked for you in the spattering of students who occupied the library at minutes to 9 on a Friday evening. When his eyes finally land on you, he looks taken aback, the carefree look wiped off his face for a moment before he smirks at you through an obviously clenched jaw. “Glad you didn’t decide to stand me up. You reserve a conference room?” You returned his tension-filled smirk with a smile resembling a sneer and responded, “Of course. We’re on the second floor.” You stood up from your seat and started walking in the direction of the staircase, looking behind you to make sure he was following you only to find him in the middle of a light jog to position himself on your right side.
“So, how’s the dissertation writing going?” he asks over his shoulder. Scoffing, you respond with an incredulous “How’s yours?”, hoping he pics up on your clear annoyance at being asked that dreaded question yet again. Wincing at your retort of a question, he concedes with a “Fair enough” And the two of you are plunged back into the awkward silence that permeates the sparsely populated library.
after finally finding the room you reserved(the library is like a maze, capable of ensnaring even the most seasoned of academics), you shuffle into the study room together and set up your computers and piles of homework to be graded before settling into a serene flow with Mark working quietly beside you.
after about thirty minutes, you look over to Mark’s pile and notice that his “complete” pile is, unfortunately, larger than yours, which ignites a spark of competition in you. You start to try to work through your pile faster and Mark seems to pick up on your haste.“Worried about falling behind?” he scoffs with a shit-eating grin, clasping his hands together in front of his mouth. “Oh, not in the slightest; just trying to optimize my time, I've more work to get back to, you know.” you say, smirking back at him but with a glint in your eye, tacitly challenging him to try to get through his pile before you get through yours.
The two of you actually make some substantial progress in both of your piles before you encounter one of the more difficult homework assignments your students have been assigned. You’re stumped by the multi-part problem at the top of the page, trying unsuccessfully to follow the student’s work in front of you.
“... You on homework 15 yet?”
“Yep.” you nod.
“... You have any idea what Dr. C is asking them to do?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Alright, just checking.”
Mark sits back in his chair with a thud and runs a hand down his face. you stand from your seat and move to the small whiteboard on the wall opposite where you were sitting and start to list out the knowns and unknowns in the problem statement. You can feel Mark’s eyes on you the entire time, following along with your work and your movements as you draw out the reaction being described in the first part of the problem. You get stumped at the end of the problem, trying to piece together the end products of the reaction. You hear Mark shift behind you before turning around to see him walking toward the whiteboard to silently walk himself through your work, nodding at each step you took. He picks up a marker and starts adding onto where you were stumped and you watch intently, absorbing what he’s writing. As he finishes the problem, you get the chance to actually get a look at him while he’s working; he furrows his eyebrows and you notice a small crease he gets between his eyebrows as they cinch together, and the faint spattering of freckles across his nose becomes apparent with how close he is to you now. God, he is so close-"that should be it? I think?" He looks to you with an indiscernible look in his eye; first, a hint of shock as his eyes widen--looks like he noticed how close you are too-- then something else you can't quite identify. It takes more effort than your willing to admit, but you eventually tear your eyes away from his and look at his work on the board. It all makes sense, you also note how messily he draws his diagrams of the assortment of carboxyl groups created by the process at the center of the problem(and it also takes everything within you not to smile at that, thinking to yourself, when did this start feeling nice???). "It, uh, it looks all good to me. And the rest should follow from this too." you utter awkwardly and turn to face him again. "Yeah?" His state of mind is still elusive to you, and he responds with an almost dazed sounding "Yeah."
The moment doesn't last for long though, as a soft knock sounds at the door, startling you both out of your joint reverie. "Hey, you guys are the TAs for o-chem this quarter, right? Do you have time to talk about the homework due tomorrow?" The two of you exchange a glance and invite the exhausted looking undergrad into the alcove.
After helping your wayward student, the two of you start packing up your now completed piles of grading in silence, the awkward air from the beginning of the night settling back in now that the distraction from grading was gone. The two of you are about to part ways at the entrance of the library when Mark stops you with a "hey," and says,"uh, so, I know we have this…whatever this is? Between us" He gestures chaotically back and forth in the space between you, and you raise an eyebrow at him. "But this is the most work I've gotten done in one sitting in a while. Would you, uh, like to do this again? Maybe? But at more reasonable hour?" Mark takes a defensive steps back, and this throws you off for a multitude of reasons. One, Mark is acting nervous, which is something you've had the pleasure of witnessing mabe once in your time being around him. Two, he seems to be genuinely asking spend more time with you. And, to be honest, after the silence between the two of you was broken, that was also the most productive you've been in a while. And it probably wouldn't hurt to actually collaborate with him instead of trying to compete with him. Just as you began to fear you were taking too long to respond, Mark pulls his hands out of his pockets and puts them up in the universal "I'm harmless" pose, "you don't have to, I just thought I'd ask-" "sure." You cut him off before he can try to answer his question for you. He looks at you with what can only be described as gleeful shimmer in his eyes and smirked again; this time, though, it didn't have his usual venom behind it. "Yeah?" He asks hopefully. "Yeah." You smile in return, it reaching your eyes this time.
#the martian#andy weir#the martian(2015)#mark watney#mark watney x reader#mark watney x gn!reader#gn!reader#self insert#no use of y/n#this is my first fanfic#and yes#I was imagining 90's Matt Damon while imagining what Mark would've looked like in grad school#academic rivals#enemies to lovers#?#but perhaps not as intense?#idk man#i just work here#space pirate#mark watney x oc
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a get to know you game!
tagged by @queenofattolia, thanks friend!
Favourite Colour: *looks at closet* green. pink. multiple shades of blue
Last Movie: men in black part ii (don't judge. it was on max and we were like, "why not?")
Last song: no songs but the last podcast i listened to on my walk today was the latest jill on money episode
Sweet/savory/spicy: sweet. i love all the candy!
Relationship status: single
Last thing I googled: vlc player so i could watch a download of Much Ado About Nothing that's in .avi format I have on my laptop
Current obsession: re-reading the queen's thief series. I am up to book 5 and its so good. Kamet and Costis! Also, we just finished our Firefly re-watch last night and it led me to want to look up fanfics recs for the show. I am actually braving ff.net site since most of the good stuff is there or at lj since the show is 22 years old at this point which is weird because i am so used to the simplicity of a03 (my eyeballs are now old!!!). And I'm trying to find a good (easy) bread recipe that i can make in a small apartment kitchen without a stand mixer. 2024 is the year i will make homemade bread!
tagging some mutuals with recent activity: @shutterbug-12 @chainofclovers @thebreakfastgenie @clintbeifong @dollsome-does-tumblr @bethanyactually and anyone else who wants to do this just say you are tagged!
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Welcome to the first event!
Now until July 31st!
If you were considering doing something, but were too busy, etc, before or if this is your first time hearing of it, good news: You have a whole other month! (Until the day before the next full moon.)
This will take place between the dates of the next two full moons: June 3rd and July 3rd. (Edit: Now until July 31st!)
June’s is the Strawberry Moon, also called the Rose Moon and the Hot Moon.
July’s is the Buck Moon, also called the Hay Moon, Thunder Moon, Herb/Wyrt Moon, and Claiming Moon.
Depending on the region both are also known as the Mead Moon, hence the name and theme of the event. (The Mead Moon can also refer to the full moon closest to the summer solstice, which is in June most of the time, but is in July this year.)
The summer solstice is June 21st, Midsummer Eve is June 23rd, and Midsummer Day is June 24th.
There are 3 ways to participate: fic, art or playlists involving 3 or more of the 21 prompts:
3s and 7s, self-expression
Creative number 21
Fall into Altered Reality
Frightening, enlightening or fun
Aphrodisiacs can induce
lovers, friends or strangers to fuck
The avatar of a dancing deity
Becomes a velvet antlered Buck
A courtship hunt before the Claiming
Games and riddles with the Fae
On the night of the next Full Moon
Rendezvous for a roll in the Hay
Herbs and nectar for a Honeymoon
Converts Hot water into Mead
In the light of the Midnight Sun
A mischievous Midsummer Night’s Dream
Rumination, rambling, and Revelry
A Ritual at the Rose of a thousand thorns
A Solstice feast of wild plum and Strawberry
Awaits between rainbows and dark Thunder storms
--Event info below--
Rules and requirements:
New or unpublished works are accepted for this event. Feel free to combine with other ongoing or upcoming events.
For Writers:
3,000 words minimum using 3 or more of the 21 prompts.
This can be one work or multiple works of at least 1,000 words each. No maximum for word count or amount of works.
For Artists:
Use 3 or more of the prompts to create visuals (drawings, gifsets, manips, vids/edits, moodboards, etc.) Can be one work or multiple.
For Mixers:
There are 2 options for standalone fanmixes:
Use 3-7 prompts to make a playlist of 21 tracks. At least 3 tracks per prompt used. (For example: A playlist with 4 prompts — 5 songs for Rose, 7 songs for Full Moon, 3 songs for Thunder, and 6 songs for Altered Reality.) Arrange them however you like: all grouped together in segments, whatever flows best, randomly, etc.
Make a playlist of 21 songs with 1 song for every prompt in any order.
If you’re attaching a playlist to a fanfic or art post:
Do whatever you want, but you get extra cool points for 21 tracks and including 1 or more songs for every prompt that you use and/or 3 songs for at least one prompt.
Put your playlists on Spotify, YouTube or both so I can listen to them. 😉
Content:
This is an event for fans of Sterek, but it’s Sterek & Stuff for a reason. I’m a multishipper and some of you might be too, so the deal is if you pay the Sterek Toll you can do other Teen Wolf ships (or pre-ships and gen) in separate works in your series should you desire.
The Sterek Toll is:
At least 2 prompts and 1,000 words of Sterek for writers.
At least 2 prompts and 1 piece of art for artists.
Music is generally up to interpretation so unless you go out of your way to say it’s not for Sterek don’t worry about it, lol. But if mixers want a toll too then it’s 2-7 prompts and a 14 track playlist.
All Sterek all the time is of course always welcome and there will be a Sterek Only subcollection on AO3 and separate Sterek and NonSterek posts on Tumblr. (Assuming anyone does NonSterek, lol.)
To count as a Sterek fanfic Stiles and Derek have to be together by the end of the work. The story should focus on them, but feel free to include other characters too.
Sterek Plus and Sterek Poly go in the other ships category and is subject to the Sterek Toll.
Allowed:
Any background ship.
Crossovers as long as the focus is on Sterek (or other TW characters if you’ve paid the Sterek Toll.)
Angst, whump, and dark themes as long as the story (the last related work if it's part of a series) ends on an upbeat or hopeful note and there’s nothing from the Nope section.
Nope:
No permanent death of Stiles or Derek. If you’re doing a series in the same setting they both have to be alive and together (or have the possibility of being together in the future) in the last related work. This applies to other TW works too. (No permanently killing off whoever is in any other main ship either.)
No miserable, tragic endings. Everything doesn’t have to be perfect and happily ever after, but the last related work should at least have a hopeful or “we’ll make the best of this shit” ending for Stiles and Derek (or other main ship.)
No explicit descriptions or depictions of sexual activity under 16. (Kissing, dating, references or vague descriptions are okay.)
No bestiality. (As in regular animals. Xeno /Tera with beta or full shifted Derek, Stiles, etc, is okay.)
No scat.
No death or gore fetishes. (As in rotting corpses and gaping wounds and stuff. Bloodplay is okay.)
No Real Person Fiction.
Make sure to tag accurately!
Posting:
The event starts at 5:30am PDT (12:30pm GMT) on June 3rd so please don’t post before then.
Now officially ending at 11:59pm PDT on July 31st (6:59am GMT on August 1st,) but late posting accepted.
On Tumblr:
Tag your work here with #mead moons and #mead moons (prompt) for each prompt that you use. (Ex: #mead moons fae.) At @sterek-and-stuff-events.
If you’re doing multiple works put links to the previous works in each new post. The requirements (3 prompts, 3,000 words for writers, etc) have to be met by the end of the event.
On AO3:
I’ll post the links to the AO3 collections on the morning of June 3rd. There will be a main Mead Moons collections and subcollections for Music, Art, Stories, and Sterek Only works.
If you’re doing multiple works put them in a series. (Mead Moons or something related to your prompts.) The requirements (3 prompts, 3,000 words for writers, etc) have to be met by the end of the event.
Post your works to the main collection and relevant subcollections below.
The collections:
The main collection. Everything goes here.
Sterek only works.
You’ve reached the end!
Once more the prompts are: 21, Altered Reality, Aphrodisiacs, Becomes, Buck, Claiming, Fae, Full Moon, Hay, Herbs, Honeymoon, Hot, Mead, Midnight Sun, Midsummer Night’s Dream, Revelry, Ritual, Rose, Solstice, Strawberry, and Thunder. (They're up to your interpretation!)
Thanks for checking out the event. I hope you enjoy creating and/or reading, looking at, and listening to the works!
I'm @triskhellion
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Mess Makers- Josh Kiszka
A/N: Hi, this is my very first fanfic. So i wanna go ahead and preference that this is beginners writing so i apologize. Regardless, i really hope you enjoy if you happen to come across this tiny fic about Josh. Also, don’t mind the poor grammar:)) ENJOY!!
WARNINGS: Very fluffy and sweet. A tad bit steamy towards the end but nothing major.
“Josh”
“Yes, love?”
“Can you come help me with this?” you spoke from within the kitchen. “Be right there” he shouted from across the house.
You could hear the soft padding of his feet across the hardwood floor, slowly approaching.
Groaning with impatience, you paced the kitchen.
Finally, Josh makes his way into your shared kitchen, laughing in surprise. “It looks like a bomb went off in here. What happened mama?” he exclaimed. You cover your face in embarrassment, having expected a bit of teasing from him regarding your current situation. “Shut up, it’s not that bad. I may have just forgotten to screw on the lid to the mixer, which led to the mess you see all over our kitchen cabinets,” you grumble.
He sighs, pretending to be annoyed by your antics. “What am I gonna do with you? You seem to have a track record with making messes” he says cheekily. He is referring to your unfortunate mishap with a certain dog named Rosie. “That’s not fair, she dragged me into the water against my will,” you said with a forced frown, the smile your hiding threatening to slip through.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, mama.” Josh grinned and trotted out of the room.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going? You said you would help me. You’re not being fair Joshua.” you gripe and swing your arms around in annoyance.
You hear him giggling in the back of the house, rummaging for something unbeknownst to you.
Searching through the cabinets, you dig around for a towel to wipe the messy kitchen down with. Josh returns silently, just gazing at you in awe while you complain about said towels being missing from its promising compartment. He continues watching, giggling to himself while he listens to your blatant annoyance.
Hearing the giggles behind you, you turn to look over your shoulder and squint your eyes at the culprit.
“Ahh, you must think this is all kinds of funny, don’t you?” you get up and storm over to the mixer that started all this mess to begin with. Asking yourself whether it would be worth making even more of a mess in the chance of getting revenge on your irritatingly cute boyfriend. Instead of giving yourself time to consider the consequences, you scoop cookie dough into the palm of your hand and throw it at him. Josh jumps back in surprise.
“Playing dirty sounds about right” he grins, launching himself toward you in an instant.
The cookie dough war continues for about five more minutes before Josh calls a truce, begging for your forgiveness and gentle kisses. He corners you with a wide smirk spreading across his face. He reaches out to swipe the cookie dough off the side of your cheek. His warm touch bringing you butterflies. Reaching up to warp your arms around his neck, the both of you gaze warmly into each others eyes, taking in the blissful moment together.
He leans forward and presses a gentle but deep kiss to your lips, sighing in content.
He finally takes in your appearance and the current state of your kitchen for the first time since it turned into your battleground. Huffing out a laugh, you glare at Josh. “You helped me make this mess, now you got to help clean it up,” you exclaim.
“Alright, alright I’ll help you clean it up, but can I finish my dessert first?” he looks at you, eyes blown wide with excitement and lust.
You roll your eyes, giggling at his change in demeanor. “I could never say no to that face, could I?” you whisper in his ear.
Josh grins till his cheeks hurt and hurriedly drags you out of the kitchen, to your awaiting bedroom.
He intends to keep both his promises of cleaning up all the messes he helped make, starting with you.
……..
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