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luveline · 5 months

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I love your KBD universe it is soo adorable!! All the kids are written so cutely! I relate to Avery so much! I was thinking about what if mom is super pregnant and she always wants to be near Steve, like she almost doesn’t even want him out her line of sight. Always wanting to touch him and get kisses from him. Love your blog!!

kisses before dinner ♡ you're pregnant and steve is lovely

There is a silver lining to being eight months pregnant (that isn't the baby at the end) —your husband.

Steve gets soft. When the physical evidence of your pregnancy becomes unignorable, and then glaringly obvious, he treats you with exceptional care, love and tenderness. You can't get enough of it or him.

And you're like a lost puppy when he's not near. “Steve,” you say, feeling rather morose about the whole thing, “where are you?”

“In the kitchen! Do you want something?”

No, you think, just you. “What are you doing?”

“Babe, I'm making you and Ave your drinks!” A telltale plink of ice cubes knocking against glass follows. “Don't get up, okay?”

You squeeze Avery's hand where it's held in yours. “Does he think I'll explode?”

She giggles, her almond eyes lit with her laughter. “Maybe, mom.”

“Do you think I'll explode?”

“No way. You didn't explode before.”

“‘Xactly.” You'd offer to carry her, or simply scoop her up without asking, but being so pregnant actually does feel like you're going to explode sometimes and you figure it's a bad idea. “Let's go see what he's doing.”

You and Avery pick over Dove's tea party, abandoned sadly in the middle of the living room, and make your way into the kitchen, which is less hecticly messy but a tad grimy after a long week. Grease clings to the stove top and there's a cherry red stain down the front of the refrigerator. Death of a stolen popsicle.

Steve sighs when he sees you, too much love around his eyes for any believability when he chides, “You can't sit down. It's impossible.”

You push yourself back against the counter next to his hip. Avery does the same immediately, giving him a similar look, you're sure.

He tries to hide his smile with a sip of Avery's too full drink. “Here,” he says when it's at a safer level, “apple juice for you. And ice, princess.”

“Thank you,” she says, eyes wide as her open palms. She takes it and drinks at it greedily, the sweet taste of concentrated sugar enough to steal her attention. She walks out of the kitchen calling for Beth. “Come have some juice!”

“That's adorable,” Steve says.

“You tend to make them that way.”

He throws an arm against his forehead, slouching beside you, the other wrapping behind your back. “I know. It's exhausting.”

You spy your youngest under the kitchen table. The girls are fascinated with alcoves and small spaces. If they can fit into a nook, they will, and if they can't, they'll squeeze in anyhow. She breathes through her mouth over a pad of paper with a shard of a crayon in hand, drawing rather intricate things, considering her age.

“Are those flowers?” you whisper.

“Think so…” Steve lifts his head high to kiss the top of yours, his arm moving up to your shoulders. He rubs at them like he's trying to relieve a pressure you haven't announced. “You really need to stop getting up all the time. You're at risk–”

“No, the doctor said if I'm not careful I'd put myself at risk.”

“And what are you doing?” he asks, voice like velvet, smooth and soft as he looks behind your ear. He must see something, petting away a flyaway or a loose strand or something, his touch as tender as his voice.

You tilt your head away from him. After as long in love with one another as you have been, he knows you're asking for something rather than moving away, and he leans in again to kiss your cheek, rubbing behind your ear all the while.

“Let's go sit down,” he suggests.

“In a second.”

You're terrible lately but it's all his fault. You crave his affection both big and small, all the time, and in every place. You'll be off work any day now and you're sure you'll spend that time soaking him in while he runs ragged trying to get things ready. You've done it before. Steve in the grocery store looking for a hundred different things while you draw stars into the backs of his hand, or trying to fix the baby gate onto the wall while you sit on the stairs making googly eyes at him.

“My boy,” you say stupidly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Regrettably, he can't continue to dote on you like that, but it prompts him to hug you as close as he can manage. “I love you.” You lay your cheek on his shoulder. “You smell really nice.”

“I love you too.” Pine, today. Fresh. “I see what's happening.”

“What's happening?”

You think he's going to put you down. The baby hormones are making you clingy, he might say, but he doesn't. “You've realised how hot I am. You're late, but I'll forgive you. You know, ‘cos of your predicament.”

“Thank you,” you say, kissing his neck gently.

You leave a series of butterfly kisses down the column of his neck before squishing yourself into the curve of it, resting too much weight on him. He takes it all without complaint, hugging you tighter, the distension of your bump a beach ball between you that makes you unfortunately shorter, bending as you are.

His breath is a pleased sound in your ear, but he doesn't say anything. You hug until you have a strange pain in your neck; he encourages you away from him like he can sense it.

“You okay?” he asks, thumb under your eye, a millionth sweet touch to add to the mountain.

“I'm great.”

“Yeah?” He holds you in place and kisses you. “Love you,” he says, his bottom lip jutting against yours. He kisses you again, and then he pulls away completely, a hand between you both the only tether. “Time to sit down. I'm gonna take your blood pressure.”

There's no need. If anything, the way he's looking at you might give an inaccurate reading, but you think of the fawning and fretting and the rough of his fingertips digging into the top of your arm and smile, giddy. “‘Kay.”

“Come on, Dovey, let's go be mommy's doctor,” he calls to Dove.

In a rather uncharacteristic episode of actually listening, she abandons her crayons and takes his offered hand. He shoots you a quick smirk, as if to say, Yeah, I did that. It's stupid and it makes you laugh, because you couldn't love him much more than this.

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dreamwritesimagines · 6 months

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Garden of Secrets - Epilogue

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support throughout the story my darlings! I hope you enjoy the epilogue as well, ILYSM! ❤️

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex.

Thank you to @theskytraveler for helping me with the story and the chapter!

Series Masterlist

3 YEARS LATER

“And this flower right here is called a mock orange, any idea why?”

The cheerful babbling was the only answer you got and you felt yourself smiling wide, turning to look at her better. Camellia was the cutest baby you’d ever seen and you were pretty sure it wasn’t just because she was the most perfect combination of you and Benedict. The only person in your life that remembered you as a baby was Josie, and she swore up and down that she looked more like you than Benedict but you weren’t so sure.

“Very good!” you said. “Because it looks like an orange flower!”

Camellia clapped her hands excitedly, as if congratulating herself for guessing right, kicking her legs back and forth in her high chair, accidentally dropping one of the many pencils on the table in front of her but she didn’t even notice.

“And what about this one?”

“Fwo?”

“Flower, yes,” you said, nodding fervently and she gave you a huge grin. You went to pick her up from the chair and approached the table in the middle of the huge greenhouse.

“This is your flower my sweet, see? Middlemist Red Camellia.”

She gasped when she heard her name. “Me!”

“Mm hm, the most beautiful and precious flower in the entire world!” you said, tickling her stomach while kissing her cheeks, making her happy giggles echo in the greenhouse. You fixed her hair, still smiling bright and took a look at the paper she was drawing on before, full of different colored squiggly lines.

“Perhaps your papa is right, you are to be a big artist,” you said as you walked to the glass door. “A painter like him hm?”

“Papa!”

“And your aunt Lottie says you will be a writer and your uncle Teddy says you’ll be a sculptor…” you said as you stepped out of the greenhouse into the huge garden, the sunlight falling upon you. You grabbed the little hat by the door and placed it upon Camellia’s head while she held onto you, playing with your necklace.

“So many ideas!” you told her as you passed by the winter garden, enjoying the chirping of the birds. A couple of butterflies flew by you, no doubt because you were very close to the butterfly garden and Camellia held her breath, pointing at the blue butterfly.

“Mama!”

“I can see that my love,” you said, pressing a kiss on her small chubby hand, and walked past the orangery. “They’re very beautiful, are they not?”

She nodded fervently, making grabby hand motions as if trying to call the butterflies to her.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” you said, still walking through the main garden. “They all think like that but do you want to know what I think?”

She nodded her head again, still listening to you very intently.

“I think you might just become the biggest botanist in the world,” you whispered. “I mean it only makes sense, no? You already know so many flowers!”

Camellia pointed at the pear tree and turned to you. “Mine? Mine?”

“Let’s get you one then,” you said with a small laugh, reaching up to grab and pick the pear off the branch. You dusted it off, then gave it to Camellia who made a happy cooing sound, trying to dig into it. You raised your head to look up at the house, a warmth spreading through you as your gaze fell upon the window of Benedict’s studio, then you turned to Camellia.

“Let’s go see papa, hm?” you asked her, then made your way to the house to enter the foyer. You hummed a song and climbed up the stairs, then put Camellia down when you entered the hallway leading to Benedict’s studio.

“Go ahead.”

“Papa?” Camellia called out, running as fast as her tiny legs allowed her, reminding you of a duck. She was still holding the pear tight in her fist, and you walked right behind her to make sure you would be able to catch her if she fell. “Papa!”

You let out a laugh as you heard Benedict’s footsteps and he stepped out of the studio, his jaw dropping as he saw her and he immediately leaned down to catch her before she could smash herself against his legs.

“Oh here’s my sweet!” he said as he hoisted her up into his arms, smothering her in kisses, making her giggle happily before he turned to you, that fond look crossing his eyes, a soft smile curling his lips.

“Hello my love.”

You smiled, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Hello to you too,” you said, letting out a small laugh as he stole another kiss from you. “I figured you needed a break or so.”

“And you were right,” he said, winking at you before turning to Camellia. “How is she always right, do you know?”

Camellia offered him the pear she was holding and Benedict gasped.

“For me?”

“More like it was for her but she’s willing to share,” you said and Benedict grinned.

“Come on,” he nodded in the direction of the studio and walked inside with Camellia in his arms, and you followed them.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you sang in a teasing manner, pulling the hat off Camellia’s head and Benedict shot you a mischievous look.

“Mm, what am I doing?”

“You think you can turn her into an artist if she spends enough time here.”

“I can’t help if she’s naturally talented,” Benedict defended himself. “I mean have you seen her work?”

“The…the squiggly lines?”

“The squiggly lines!” Benedict nodded, rocking Camellia. “She’s a genius artist even as a one-year-old.”

“I still support my botanist theory.”

“Maybe she’ll be both?”

“As you can see my sweet, no high expectations whatsoever,” you told Camellia who was listening to both of you as if she could understand everything you were saying.

“You can be anything you want to be,” Benedict told her as she rested her head on his shoulder, yawning. “Including an artist. Just saying.”

You walked closer to the canvas to see that the background was almost done, and tilted your head.

“What’s this going to be?”

Benedict shot you a grin and pressed his lips on top of Camellia’s hair. You checked the clock on the wall, then rang the bell.

“That one is going to be her,” Benedict said, softly rocking her and you smiled.

“Aw,” you said gently, and walked to caress her soft cheek with your finger. “Did you hear that my sweet? Your own portrait?”

Camellia sucked on her thumb, her eyes closing slowly.

“Is she sleeping?” Benedict whispered and you nodded.

“She is,” you murmured, rubbing her back and turned your head when someone knocked on the door.

“Ma’am,” Paula said. “Mr. Bridgerton. Would you like me to take her for her nap?”

“That would be good Paula, thank you.”

She smiled and took Camellia from Benedict, careful not to wake her.

“I’ll be right there,” you told her and pressed a kiss on Camellia’s head before Paula walked out of the room with her. You turned to Benedict and he entwined his fingers with yours, pulling you into his arms.

“Hey,” you said as he buried his nose into your hair. “Is everything alright?”

“Mm hm, now that you’re here.”

You smiled softly and squeezed his arm. “Are you still tense about the gala?”

He heaved a sigh and you pulled back a little to look up at him.

“Ben, that painting got auctioned and sold in two minutes because everyone was outbidding each other,” you reminded him. “People are talking about you the same way you used to talk about Gordon, everyone agrees that you’re a genius artist, the whole ton—”

“Yeah but it’s different,” he mumbled. “Tonight, it’s only friends and family.”

“Shouldn’t that be comforting?”

“Technically yes but…” he trailed off and shook his head slightly. “Never mind.”

You cupped his cheek, raising your brows. “Tell me.”

“It’s easier when it’s just strangers,” he said with a small chuckle. “Museum owners and Academy directors and such. It’s different when it’s family and friends, and I’d hate it if they thought all those other people exaggerated—”

“Everyone in the Academy and countless artists and museum owners who were on the verge of a fight to get your painting, they all exaggerated?” you asked with a small smile. “All of those people at the same time?”

Benedict thought for a moment. “When you say it like that…”

You let out a laugh and stood on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his, and he heaved a sigh when you pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Tonight is going to be amazing,” you assured him. “I promise you.”

He shot you a mischievous grin, then leaned down hoisted you up into his arms, making you squeal.

“Benedict!”

“There’s no harm in starting the amazing night a bit early,” he said as he carried you to the sofa and you let out a laugh.

“Scandalous behavior!” you joked and he winked at you, then leaned in to kiss you.

Of course the night of the gala went perfectly, as you knew it would. Both your family and Benedict’s had been so excited and were very proud of him, and you could see it melted away the last insecurity that had been gnawing at him before tonight.

His speech that he dedicated the painting -and his inspiration- to you was enough to bring tears into your eyes but you managed to hide it by burying your face into his arm, earning an “aww” from the crowd. After the speech, people scattered along in the gallery to talk to each other, and if you said so yourself, everyone seemed to be having fun. Benedict was talking to Gordon, Henry, Margery and Lucy by the corner, Anthony and Lottie looked like they were in their own world while Colin kept whispering things to Penelope’s ear, making her giggle. Eloise seemed to be in a deep conversation with Simon while Daphne watched them with a small smile, and you smiled at Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury as Teddy wheezed past you.

“Teddy don’t run!” you called out and he stopped for a moment.

“But I’m being very careful!” he assured you and returned to chasing Hyacinth and Gregory. Your aunt held up her hands, gesturing surrender as she gave him a fond look and your uncle chuckled.

“If he changes his mind about being a sculptor…”

“He can become a professional runner,” you joked and turned to Josie and Bess.

“So yes, we’re going to Paris before the season,” you told them. “Around like a month before, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Andrew will give you a list of things to bring from there, just so you know,” Bess said said and you let out a laugh.

“I’m alright with that. Wait, where is he anyway?”

Josie cleared her throat. “I think he and Felix are in the orangery—”

“The moon garden, my love,” Bess corrected her and you raised your brows, stifling a laugh.

“Of course they are,” you muttered and heard someone calling your name. You turned your head to see who it was, then made your way to Lottie and Anthony.

“Hello you two.”

“Y/N,” she said with a huge smile, still holding Anthony’s hand. “We already said goodnight to Benedict, we didn’t want to leave before saying goodnight to you.”

You tilted your head. “You’re leaving already?” you asked. “Is everything alright? Is Edmund—”

“Oh Edmund is fine!” she assured you quickly and Anthony nodded.

“He’s probably asleep already.”

“It’s just—I tire very easily nowadays,” Lottie said, making you pull your brows together. Anthony and Lottie exchanged smiles and Lottie bounced on the balls of her feet in an excited manner, making your frown deepen for a moment before the thought dawned on you and your jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?!” you whispered and Lottie giggled, nodding fervently.

“You’re the first to know,” she whispered and you let out a laugh, then pulled her into a hug.

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you!”

“To both of you obviously—” you said with a laugh, then hugged Anthony as well, making him chuckle as he hugged you back.

“We haven’t told Benedict yet,” he told you as you pulled back. “You know with the gala and everything.”

“Oh he will be very happy for you!” you said and Lottie bit on her lip.

“I wish to be the one to tell him if that’s alright.”

“Absolutely!” you said, waving your hands. “Go on then, go home and rest. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You’d better,” Lottie joked and squeezed your hand, then they both walked out of the gallery. You looked around, then took a step towards Eloise but someone touched the small of your back, making you look up.

“Well if it isn’t the genius artist,” you teased Benedict and he shot you a happy grin.

“Come with me?”

“As long as we’re not going to the moon garden because if I walk in on them again…” you muttered and he tilted his head.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said and let him pull you out of the gallery. You both passed through the foyer and he led you outside, still holding your hand.

“Ben, where are we going?” you asked with a laugh and he stopped by the main garden, moonlight falling upon you both, showering the gardens in silver. Even though it was the thousandth time you were seeing this gorgeous view, it still managed to take your breath away.

Speaking of things that managed to take your breath away…

You looked up at Benedict, his handsome face under the moonlight, your heart skipping a beat before you giggled.

“Are we sneaking out of your own gala then?”

Benedict shot you a mischievous smile, then shook his head.

“No I merely…I wanted a moment with you,” he said. “Just you.”

You bit down on your lip as he pulled you closer, his fingers stroking over your hair. Your eyes fluttered close when he brushed his lips against yours and you smiled into the kiss, grazing your nails over the nape of his neck, making him heave a sigh.

“Congratulations Mr. Bridgerton,” you whispered. “Your gala seems to be a success.”

He smiled softly, pressing his lips on your temple. “Seems to be, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

You hummed. “Is it too early to say I told you so?”

He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

“Well then, I told you so,” you said, sticking your nose up in the air. “And you should listen to me all the time because to be honest, so far I’ve—”

“I love you,” he said, and your eyes snapped up to his, a smile warming your face. You let out a giggle and pulled him down so that you could kiss him.

“I love you too,” you whispered and entwined your fingers with his, then took a step towards the house.

“Come on,” you said. “It is your gala my love. Let’s go and enjoy it.”

The End.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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jayssluttywife · 15 days

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Academic Rivals: An Unlocked Drawer| p.sh rival!reader x rival!sunghoon

request>> its a bit long but tysm(!) to the anon who sent it, i was planning on smth for hoon but tysm for the idea<3

authors note>> ik i haven't posted in a while but somehow we gained another 100 followers overnight?! guys tysmmmm<3

minors do NOT read or interact (please)

"your grades have dropped drastically, I thought you were better than that", your teacher scolded. "I really want to help you so" you looked curious as your teacher stopped talking. "I got you a tutor, I think you know him". She walks toward the door revealing the presence of one and only,

Park Sunghoon.

He had a big smirk, entering the room and facing you. Your teacher thins her lips in a reassuring smile,"Ill leave you two to it then", she spoke, gathering her books and leaving before you could stop her. You look up at him, a pout of hatred and anger plastered on your face. You lightly roll your eyes as he bends to your height. Telling him your address with a quick 'dont be late', before turning on your heel to leave.

And thats how you got here now, bored and revising things that you never even knew existed. He stops talking, causing you to look up at him as if you knew he was going to say something off-topic. "Got any snacks?" he asks, smiling as you reluctantly stand up, letting out an annoyed sigh. You walk out of the room, unintentionally swaying your hips.

Sunghoon's gaze moves from your back to your ass. Your small shorts barely cover any of your flesh. He bites his lip, forcing his eyes away from the sight. You on the other hand are struggling to get the snacks for the top shelf (lmao) 'how did they even get there?' you think. You can't find anything decent to give him, so you make popcorn instead.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon looked around your room. It was filled with small pictures of yourself on beaches and small revision notes. His eyes were slowly drawn to small drawers, the middle draw with a black silk bow on the handle. It had a lock, but when he realised it was slightly opened, it made him more curious as to what was inside. Maybe it was some weird cringy 'dear diary' or childish photos.

In fact, it was the opposite. It was full of different sex toys, ones he never expected you would own, or even know of.

Instead of being disgusted, he bit his lip, never knowing that you were this filthy and dirty. He loved this, so many lewd thoughts ran through his mind. Imagining how you would twitch around the toy, letting out small moans and whines, oh he wanted you so bad.

He grabbed a small vibrator turning it on and seeing the small bud move made him smirk. There was also a small matching remote, a setting to speed and slow down the vibrations. He grabbed it and put it in his pocket, waiting for you to return.

You finally enter the room, your shirt exposing your waist as you were reaching for the top cupboard earlier. You place the popcorn in front of him and sit down. "There were no snacks so I had to make popcorn"

"Try it for me, please?" you watch as he takes one in his hand. His eyes never leave yours ashe puts the piece in his mouth. You gulp down the horniness building up in you, ignoring the wet patch forming between your legs. "Its alright" he answers, breaking your thoughts.

You turn back to your book but his deep voice stops you. "I think you forgot to lock something" he starts as your eyes connect to his, not understanding him. He pushes the chair back on its wheels, pulling the draw with him.

Your eyes widen as he reveals what you had thoughtg you locked before. You start to stutter an explanation but before you could protest, he pulls you towards him. "youre just as filthy as i thought you were" his breath blows on your face and he lets out a breathy laugh as you dont respond. "Couldve just asked me to fuck you" he taunts in your ear, his breath tickling down your neck.

"You want a cock don't you?" He mocks you, pouting as you slightly nod. "Get up for me then" you immediately get up like an eager puppy, ready to do anything for him. You watch as he pulls down his jeans, revealing his revealing his pink, leaking cock.

And look at you know, all on top of him and trembling as the small vibrator sped up again. "C'mon then, next question," he smiles as you still try your best to focus. You have sweat running down your neck, back, forehead, everywhere possible. "I-is is 52?"

He chuckles softly, "wrong baby" he coos. You start to sob again. "Sunghoon, t-too much!" he laughs as your body jolts to him adding the speed. "c'mon next one". This question was way more easier so you finally (estupido) got it right. "please let me cum sunghoon- please!" You can feel him thrusting up into you, it feels overwhelming but its just so good.

You can feel his dick hitting so high into those spongey spots no one has hit before. Even when you looked down, you could see the bulge in your belly which only made you moan more. "Hold it in a little longer baby" but you couldnt hear him anymore. Your eyes were at the back of your head at every thrust he did.

"Please sunghoon!" he sighs loudly, finally giving you a reassuring hum. As if you could hold it any longer, you feel your orgasm rain over you. Both yours and sunghoons liquid mix down your thighs.

♡

small aftercare~

Your in the bath with sunghoon bet over to your level and scrubbing your sore plush body. "Want to do this again?" your eyes grow bigger in plead but he just giggles lightly.

"Sure"

took me so long, i apologise

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #enhyphen sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon

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tommykinardkink · 7 days

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This is a first that Buck has been waiting for with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. Because that's what happens when you date someone, right? At some point, if things go well, you'll see them naked.

And it's not like Buck's never seen another cock before, okay? He watches porn, he's been in the locker room at the station or whatever.

But this is different. This isn't just some random dick slip at the gym. It’s Tommy.

And Tommy's really big.

They’re lying pressed together on the too-small couch, Buck half on top of Tommy to accommodate the both of them. The movie they’d been watching is playing softly in the background, both of them having forgotten about it when one heated kiss had turned into two, three, his hands slipping up beneath Tommy’s Henley while Tommy’s fingers toyed with the drawstring of his sweats. And then, in a moment of reckless want, Buck had pulled back enough to free Tommy from the confines of his jeans.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Only now, Buck finds that he can't move, throat dry as he stares down at the length of Tommy's cock.

"Evan." He jumps a little when he feels Tommy's fingers thread through his hair, using the gentle grip to force him to meet Tommy's gaze. Tommy's brows are pulled together, lips turned down in a worried frown.

"You know you don't have to do this, right? There’s no rush."

"Yeah, I-I know. I want to." It belatedly occurs to him that maybe Tommy isn't ready for this—he thinks about teeth and suddenly isn't sure he'd want someone with no blowjob experience near his junk either—and he hurriedly begins to back pedal. "Unless you don't want—"

He doesn't get much further than that, Tommy pulling him up further to press a hungry kiss to his parted lips. It's a welcome distraction, and Buck feels his own cock throb in response, his hips thrusting infinitesimally against Tommy's thigh.

But it doesn't get much further than that before Tommy breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Buck's and breathing heavily.

"There is nothing I want more than to have your hands on me," he says, voice rough.

"Then let me do this for you. Please?"

"Fuck." He watches the way Tommy's throat works before he answers in a shaky voice, "Y-yeah. Okay."

Seeing Tommy look so wrecked when they haven't even started yet bolsters Buck's confidence some as he turns his attention back to Tommy's cock. It's long and so thick. Now probably isn't the best time, but Buck allows himself a moment to study it. The vein running up the length of the shaft, the way the foreskin has pulled back from the sensitive head, his balls hanging full and heavy between his legs...

Buck's mouth waters.

Steeling himself—C'mon, Buck, you rappelled onto a capsized cruise ship from a helicopter in the middle of a hurricane, get it together—he reaches out to take Tommy in hand.

He isn’t sure what he'd been expecting. It's a dick. He's got one of those and he's jerked off plenty. Brow furrowed in concentration, he gave an experimental stroke.

Above him, Tommy hisses. Okay, yeah, that is not encouraging. Buck peeks up at him, only to find Tommy staring at him intensely, his chest already heaving.

Huh.

"You like that?" Buck asks, a teasing grin curving his mouth as he pumps Tommy again, slow and easy.

"Christ, Evan." A muscle in Tommy's jaw jumps and he draws in a deep breath through his nose. "Do that again."

The bite of command in Tommy's voice makes him shiver. He does as he's told despite the awkward angle, his eyes darting between Tommy's expression and the tip of his cock is beaded with precum. Feeling daring, Buck rubs his thumb over the droplet, spreading it out over the sensitive head.

Tommy's hips buck into his hand.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

Buck laughs, twisting around to settle himself between Tommy's legs, the shaft only inches away from Buck's mouth. He bites his lip, hesitating, before deciding to just go for it. Holding Tommy's gaze, he leans in to brush a featherlight kiss on the underside of Tommy's cock.

His reaction doesn't disappoint. He curses loudly, hands winding back into Buck's hair and tightening almost to the point of pain. They've only just begun, and already Tommy's control is threatening to fracture.

He's beautiful.

Buck's not feeling brave enough to take Tommy into his mouth, not yet, but it's almost better like this. This way, he gets to watch Tommy's head thrashing against the arm of the couch, see the way his body strains towards the pleasure. Buck jerks Tommy off, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock and through the precum accumulating there. With every second, his movements slowly gain confidence as Tommy gets closer to the edge. He categorises the other man's every reaction, filing it all away for the next time they do this.

Jesus, he's already desperate for next time.

"Evan, please, I—"

"What do you need, babe? C'mon, tell me."

But Tommy does something even better. He releases his hold on Buck's hair and reaches down to wrap one hand around Buck's, guiding his movements. Buck's breath catches as Tommy's fingers squeeze his, jerking Tommy's cock harder and rougher and—

"Fuck."

Tommy's body tenses for an endless moment before he breaks. Ropes of cum shoot up Tommy's belly and chest, and a few errant drops land on Buck's face. The sounds he makes as he comes undone, the helpless grunts and shudders that wrack his body are so fucking hot, that Buck has no choice but to get up onto his knees to give himself room to reach for his own cock. Tommy's come slicks the way for Buck's hand as he works the shaft

Tommy stares at him with hazy eyes, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. Christ, he's so gorgeous like this, utterly debauched with his flushed cheeks and come splattered skin.

And Buck's just going to add to it. It's that thought that tips him over the edge. His orgasm rolls through him, taking his breath away as his own come paints Tommy's abdomen. And all the while, Tommy watches him, dark eyes warm and gentle and hungry for something Buck can't quite put a name to.

His knees give out under him, and he falls forward in a boneless heap, narrowly avoiding elbowing Tommy in the ribs. Tommy lets out a little ooof as he bears Buck's weight.

"Wow," Buck says after a brief, breathless silence.

“Yeah.” Tommy runs a shaky hand up and down his back, and Buck arches into the touch like a cat. He feels his eyes drifting shut, a bone deep satisfaction beginning to lull him to sleep.

“… go shower,” Tommy’s saying from somewhere above him. Buck frowns and burrows closer into his body. It’s gonna take a friggin’ crane to get him to move now.

“Evan.” A quiet sigh. “I know you can hear me.”

“Hng.”

The sound of his laugh makes Buck smile against Tommy’s skin. The hand that had been rubbing his back moves back up into his hair. Buck can’t hold back a shiver at the sensation of Tommy’s nails scratching at his scalp.

“C’mon,” he coaxes. “If you get up now, I’ll even wash your hair for you.”

That gets Buck’s attention. He lifts his head to squint at Tommy.

“Promise?”

Tommy’s smile makes his nose scrunch up and his eyes crinkle at the corners. It’s an expression that never fails to give Buck butterflies.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I promise.”

#i had fun with this #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #911 abc #my writing

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tallwaifuonline · 1 year

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Slenderman x Fem!Reader

Who doesn't want a tall man with tentacles? I would love it and more if it's a killer we talkin' about tbh-

Content: SMUT, BDSM, Tentacles, Degrading, Kinda Forced, Overstimulation, Dead Bodies, Blood, Rough Sex, Creampie, Sub!Reader, Dom!Slenderman, Huge Size Kink & Very Big Height Diference

I walked through the woods alone, I was looking for my friends as we thought it was such a 'good' idea to go to the woods at night just to explore, "Guys! Please! It's not funny anymore.. let's just go home" I sayd desperate to leave as I walked through the woods calling they're names, I kept walking lost in the dark forest, I kept feeling like someone was watching me or let alone following me, the more I walked deeper into the forest the more I felt the anxiety grow inside my body.

"Ok, fuck this and fuck you guys. I'm going home." I sayd angrily as I turned around seeing it was the same as every direction I looked at, 'was I walking in circles?' I thought to myself as I looked around seeing everything looked the same "fuck.." I whisperd softly to myself.

Nervously I started to walk to a random direction, as I walked around lost in the forest I felt like I was being followed making me the more nervous, I then finally found a path in the middle of the forest, feeling less anxious as I walked down the path, while I was walking I saw a page on the floor on the side of the concrete path filled with dead leafs not being able to see the path clearly, I walked over to the page and took it in my hand, confused as I then saw a few more leading inside the forest and off the path, I followed the trail while I took the pages only having 5 of them, they had this weird creepy drawings like it was drawn by some kid sending chills down my spine, I then saw another one of the weird pages walking over to it, I reached my hand as I went to grab it kneeling down on the floor full of dead leafs and rocks.

I then saw a drop of blood fall on the dead leafs around the paper without touching the actual paper yet, I moved my hand away from the page seeing the blood I hesitently looked up seeing my friend who had her chest through a stick of the tree, alarmed and terrified I started to walk back a few steps as I then felt something against my foot, looking behind me I saw my other friend on the ground sitting against the tree with a wide hole on hes stomack, I dropped the pages that were in my hands shocked at the scene in front of me putting my hands over my mouth trying to not vomit as I then started to run away, feeling tears in my eyes 'I knew this wasen't a good idea' I thought as I ran, I wanted to scream but it felt like something was holding my thoat, I just ran and ran not stopping, I got back to the path and I kept running trying not to look back I heard a voice from behind, my head turned looking over my shoulder seeing a tall figure I then got distracted.

I then fell becouse of a huge rock there was hiding in the dead leafs, I scraped my knee on the hard concrete making me whimper in pain seeing the red blood fall down my ripped jeans, I then looked up seeing a long, tall and slender figure, I just sat there surprised looking up at the figure, I then noticed he was in a suit and he had no face while a few tentacles came out of nowhere from behind him, I then got up quickly trying to run away feeling pain instantly from my scraped knee making me fall down again.

I felt as a few tentacles grabbed me, grabbing my ankles and arms pulling me towards him as he held me by the arms and legs spreading me, I tried to scream but out of nowhere a tentacle apeard as it went directly into my mouth shutting me up avoiding me from screaming. I then felt the tentacle going down my throat making me whimper as my eyes shut tightly, as the tentacles moved my hips towards him opening my legs, I whined softly struggling to break free from hes grip.

I looked at the no face figure as more tentacles apeard, instantly ripping my clothes apart from my body making me feel the cold breeze. I then looked at the slender figure as I felt the dark tentacle still in my mouth started to move out and in my mouth making me start moaning, as it muffled my screams, I wanted to escape not wanting to be used by some monster I then felt a tentacle going to my core feeling it starting to rub against my lips, by surprise it made me gasp a little as I shook my legs trying to close them but failing.

I then saw another tentacle go to my behind, I then felt as then one of the tentacles went inside my pussy making me moan softly against the tentacle in my mouth. I felt as the other tentacle went inside my behind as I struggled wanting to break free, feeling my legs shake, I then felt as the both tentacles started to thrust inside of me making me moan as my eyes went to the back of my head in full pleasure, but at the same time pain. As I kept moaning and whining against the tentacle inside my mouth still trying to break free, as a few tears ran down my face.

I then saw as the slender body took hes giant and large cock out, I then felt the tentacle that was once inside of my now wet core leave my pussy, feeling my wet core desperate as I felt my entrance open and close, as I felt needy, the tentacles pull me closer to the tall figure, making me whine.

I then saw as the huge cock that was most possibly as big as my leg, since he was so tall and skinny hes cock was skinny but big at the same time, very large with vains on it I then felt hes tip going inside my wet core, I screamed into the tentacle in my mouth in pain, I cried a little from the pain I was feeling in that same moment.

As the tears went down my face and to my chin he started to thrust hes whole member inside of me, basicly looking to destroy me with no mercy or pity.

I felt as the tentacles that were grabbing me were moving me fast and roughly as it made me fuck into hes huge member I threw my head back in pleasure and pain. I moaned into the tentacle basicly screaming as I felt the huge cock going in and out of me, I then came quickly feeling my pussy throbbing in pain from the size.

I then felt as he kept thrusting inside of me, after a few more thrusts I could hear him groan, as he came inside my core filling me up quickly and almost all of his cum leaving my throbbing hole, and I saw as the white seed was falling to the floor I moaned softly as I felt hes member leave my core finally, but feeling a huge pain.

I panted agains the tentacle in my mouth as I felt the tentacles turning me around, I then felt a tentacle that was inside my behind leave my ass, making me whine from the pain arching my back.

I moaned a little as I realized he was about to come inside my behind I struggled wanting to get free from everything, I felt as two more tentacles went inside my throbbing core, I cried as I struggled my legs shaking from all of the action.

I struggled trying to break free as I then felt hes throbbing member tease my behind, I moaned softly as I then felt the tentacle inside my mouth exit and I was able to breath right again, I panted as I then felt him go inside my ass, I whined and moaned in full pain as I felt him stretch me and basicly ripping me apart, I cried from all the pain and overstimulation from cumming already.

I felt as he thrusted in and out of me, I felt like it was burning as I quietly cried the pain away, feeling embarrassed by all of it it kept fucking without any pity, as he kept thrusting and thrusting I just cried as I felt him cum inside of me again, as I felt hes throbbing huge member leave my behind.

My legs shaking as I cried feeling my legs didn't work anymore as the slender started to pull me 'face' to face with him, I felt scared as I then heard a ringing sound so loud it could break my earsdrums, I whined in pain as I then fainted from the sound.

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I woke up beside my dead friend, I tried to get up but failed as I whined my legs were shaking as I saw white liquid still leaving my core, I whined and cried there in pain as I then started to take my friends clothes and putting them on myself, it was so cold out in the dark of night in the forest.. I felt ashamed of what happend but I asked myself.. why did he let me go? as I then got quickly dressed putting the jeans on, the shirt and jacket it still had holes on them but.. still, I then fell asleep there.

I woke up to be at my house, people saying they found us and my friends were dead so obviously they didn't make it.. though I was still alive with no wounds so people know think I killed them, though that would be impossible becouse of the huge holes in they're chests, but they think I was in some cult, and I didn't dare to utter a single word.. I was to ashamed about it and to ashamed to say that some monster killed them and fucked me and let me go...

But I can still hear hes dark voice in the forest, I always looked outside my window and into the forest thinking I would be able to see him and maybe ask why he let me live.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #fanfic #smut #slenderman #slenderman smut

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Batfamily x male!reader

A 3rd part to the Court of owls reader, since it seems you were interested in a 3rd one. And also, just like you asked me, @xweirdo101x, here is a tag. Part 1 and part 2 are here

And also, you are free to send requests.

Summary: The family brought (Y/N) back home. (Y/N) isn't happy with the idea.

Warnings: (Y/N) is on house arrest, maybe manipulation, (Y/N) ignores everyone, attempt at escaping, "

(Y/N)'s eyes opened. He was confused, but then everything that happened came back to him. His father kidnapped him. His brother participated... And the other 3 of course... He turned his head. He was in his old room...

His shelves were still full of his favorites. 90 percent of the books were from Stephen King. He loved his writing. He missed these books. He tried to get up from the bed, but he was too weak from the sedative. He opted to turn his head.

His old desk was there too. Some of his old notebooks were still there. Were his sketches still in there? Or his notes that he wrote about an owl that visited his window every night? Maybe that owl was a sign of his future and what was to come in his life?

Did that owl still come to him, even after he left?

He turned his head to look at the door when it was opening. Bruce entered, carrying something in his hands. (Y/N) glared at him.

" Good morning son. Are you in any pain? "

(Y/N) refused to talk. Not happening. With a last glare, he turned his back to Bruce. He didn't hear anything from Bruce, but he felt the bed indenting.

" You know, when you went missing, Talia and I joined forces to find you. Even the others, who didn't know you, joined in. But we trained you well and you disappeared. For years I wondered whether or not you were dead. "

He stopped, looking at his son's figure. Nothing.

" I brought one of your drawings. Well, not any drawing, it's a drawing of me. You said the lighting was great and you couldn't help yourself."

Bruce said, finger going over the paper. It got stained over time, but the piece still looked the same.

" I didn't even know. " Bruce said, chuckling at the memory.

" You can stay quiet and defiant all you want, but you will warm up to us. "

(Y/N) couldn't care less in. He really couldn't. He was going to escape either way, no matter what it took. And once he did that, he is going to go to Europe or Middle East. He is still deciding.

" Well, dinner is almost ready. We made your favorite. "

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. His favorite was going to fix everything? Please Bruce.

" I'm going to bring you some after dinner. "

And with that being said, Bruce left the room. (Y/N) listened to Bruce's footsteps. Once he was sure he left the hall, he tried to stand up. He took a deep breath and on shaky legs went to the window. He still remembers how he used to climb down from the wall. He hoped that stayed the same.

He pushed the window up, pushing his head out, looking down.

" Okay. " He put his head inside, moving to the closet. He won't be able to climb down in his socks.

" Shit! " He cursed, seeing that he had no footwear in the closet. This is bullshit. Okay, it seems that socks will have to do. He took a black pair and put them on quickly. He moved to the window, putting one leg out. He needs to make it to the city to one of his hideouts. He had money and documents there. He knows he can do this.

He put his leg over the ledge, stopping when he heard the door opening. Damian stood in the doorway. Two brothers stared each other down, before (Y/N) said screw it, jumping out the window. Damian was about to jump out and (Y/N) slammed the window down.

He swore he could hear a quiet scream of pain. It made him feel great. He is turning into a sadist.

He jumped down, quickly running towards the big wall that separated the property and his freedom. He jumped up, ignoring the shouts. He was about to jump over, but the electricity hit him. His entire body cramped. He fell down onto his back, his body cramping so hard.

He saw Bruce standing over him. Did he look disappointed? What the hell?

He tried to get away, but Bruce was quicker. He picked him up, moving him back to the manor.

" Did you really think that you could escape? " Bruce asked his son. (Y/N) tried to get out of Bruce's hold. Not happening. Nope.

" It seems that we have to put you in a cell. "

A cell? Where? In the cave? Or the Justice League? Or somewhere far off?

" Did you really think that I won't punish this behavior? "

(Y/N) was now slightly panicking. How long was he going to be there? And how will he escape from there?

" As long as you behave, you will get out of there quickly. "

(Y/N) saw the cell. It was glass cell and everyone could see through it. It had a bed, a small sink and a door connecting to a smaller room.

" It's a bathroom, don't worry. " Bruce said, as if he could read (Y/N)'s mind.

(Y/N) tried to slip from Bruce's grip. Bruce didn't react as the doors to the cell opened. Bruce put him on the bed before leaving. (Y/N) stayed on the bed. Why did he do this? Why did he let his emotion rule? He should have waited, planned it out better... He punched the glass of the cell. What is he going to do?

He laid down. He blinked a few times. He wasn't going to cry. Not now.

" Why? " he asked Bruce.

" You are wasting your talent. You are wasting your life with them. I know that you use that talent for good. And until you realize that, you are staying here. "

(Y/N) glared at Bruce. He wasn't staying. Not by a long shoot. He turned his back to Bruce. He pushed the covers over himself, refusing to talk anymore.

Days went by and (Y/N) was unresponsive. He refused to talk to anybody, no matter how hard they tried.

Bruce talked to him about the memories he had of him before he went missing, brought him food and just chatted over all. Sometimes even asked what (Y/N) thought about a certain case.

Dick talked to him for hours about random stuff. (Y/N) was going to hang himself at this rate.

Jason talked to him about motorcycles and guns. He did it when he was fixing his bike, asking what he thought about it.

Tim wasn't talking to (Y/N) about anything. He would asked if he wanted a coffee when he went to get a refill. He was (Y/N)'s favorite.

Damian was the most persistent one. He talked to (Y/N) about a lot of things. He talked in Arabic, hoping to get a response from (Y/N).

No results. Bruce had to call in the big guns.

" Talia, you have to try to get him talking. He simply refuses to. "

Talia nodded. She made her way to the front of the cell, watching her son. She remembers how lively and snarky he was. This is just a shell of her son.

" (Y/N)... " She trailed off, not knowing what to say or to do.

(Y/N)'s body went stiff. What is his mother doing here?

" Why aren't you talking? I missed the sound of your voice. "

(Y/N) turned his head around. Talia took in the sight of bloodshot eyes, circles beneath (Y/N)'s eyes... He looked miserable.

" Tell me, why do you keep fighting us? We only want to help you. "

(Y/N) laughed, full on laughing, throwing his head back. Bruce and Talia gave each other a look.

" Help? HELP?! " (Y/N) yelled out, walking to the front of the cell. He took a deep breath.

" You two never helped me. I hate both of you. " (Y/N) said chuckling.

His stopped smiling looking at them.

" I hate you both more than I hate life. Keep me in this cell for as long as you want, I will find a way out of here. Didn't you say that there is always a way out? " (Y/N) mocked Bruce.

" Send your birds and send your assassins. I will beat them either way."

(Y/N) said flatly. He turned his back to the room before laying down.

Bruce had no idea that (Y/N) hated Talia and him that much. Bruce sighed. They had a lot of work to do. Talia shook her head.

" We have to give him time. " Bruce said. He can't lie to himself. The words did stung.

" I agree. "

Bruce took one last glance before leaving the cave with Talia. They need to have a plan in order to do this. His son would return to him. Sooner or later.

#bruce wayne x male reader #damian x male reader #batfamily x male reader #batfamily #dc comics #dc #dc x male reader

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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Nimona headcanons that I wrote during dinner

Wherever Nimona gets overwhelmed by their emotions they bite things

And you can see that all over the house there are bite marks on cups chopsticks on the couch the boy's arms

You know the normal things

They didn’t mean to draw blood and the boys know that

They do however buy Nimona teething toys because they’re worried she’s gonna break something or hurt herself

There’s a random Polaroid photo of the trio’s arms with matching bite marks

It’s kind of cute in a weird way like matching tattoos except a not nearly as expensive

The trio has a lot of the same vocal stims and they have no clue where half of them came from

One day someone just walks into the house and mumbles “root beer” and the next thing you know the three of them are repeating it until they’re basically screaming it

The funny thing is they know a decent amount of T*kTok audios (or their universe’s equivalent) but they’re never on social media

Most of Ambrosius' life has been dictated by how the media perceives him he’s not gonna stay on social media

Social media is just too damn toxic and chaotic for Bal to handle

He tried to be on multiple social media platforms

It stuck for less than a month and he deleted all of them soon after cause he couldn’t stand it

Nimona just hates social media

In his own words “It’s evil and chaotic but not the good kind”

Everyone in the trio has a weird sixth sense when the other two are even slightly uncomfortable

Ambrosius has gotten multiple calls from Bal in the middle of meetings asking if he’s okay and if he wants to leave

Ambrosius has shown up in the middle of a lot of Nimona’s fights even though he had no idea where he was and that he was even in a fight to begin with

Whenever someone tries to mess with Bal Nimona is just there

Like a weird little fucked up version of state farm

Sometimes when the trio is arguing and Nimona is tired of them talking in circles she will shift some of her features away

Most of the time she’ll get rid of her ears and make a big deal about not being able to hear them

And when she does that they’ll start signing to her and she’ll get rid of her eyes

Sometimes when they're really heated they'll try and tap on her leg in morse code

Which is when she decides to full leave the room and let them calm down

They don't follow her tho cause that's the sign that they've fully pissed her off and they know to walk away and take a breath maybe eat a snack maybe take a nap

Once enough time has passed and they’ve thought shit through they’ll have a little family meeting and talk it out

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I love these stubborn dorks #they're all hardheaded as fuck #they try really hard to respect people’s boundaries #but when they’re passionate about something they tend to dig their heels in #it’s a problem #they’re working on it

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pray4saint · 10 months

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You should do headcanons for dteam and Chuckle sammy for what kind of hugs they give </3 thats such a good idea

types of hugs the dteam & chuckle sammy boys give their partners

dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader. fluff.

a/n. thank you for indulging me anon

dream

number one hug type with this man, full embraces. / arms completely holding each other, heads linked around the other's neck

unironic bro hugs, i fully believe this guy will walk up to you and bro hug you out of nowhere

all for hugs like this; his hands on your hips, your hands on his shoulders, foreheads and chests pressed together, whispering sweet nothings to each other

”you know, you're really beautiful from this angle.” you laugh a little bit, looking into his eyes while. ”babe,” you smile at your boyfriend. ”you look a zero point five.” he makes a kind of silly face at you, ”i was thinking more of a fish eye.”

also hugs where you scratch his head >>> / he absolutely lives for it, pressing kisses to your hand when you try to pull it away from his hair

sapnap

straddle hugs with this man, i guarantee it happens / regardless of who's on top, he likes being so close to you, especially if there's people around, it shows off who he belongs who and who you belong to

i also think sap is big on reverse hugs, where he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, kissing into your neck and along your shoulders, especially if you're in the middle of something

equally as much if you come up behind him, snuggling your head into his shoulder blades before spinning him around to properly hold you

also when he travels, hugs after he's been gone for awhile, he loves them, how you try to get yourself impossibly closer to him

”i missed you so much.” your arms squeeze harder around his neck, drawing him closer if at all possible. ”i know darlin',” he squeezes your middle, rubbing your lower back. ”i missed you too doll.”

george

in public, george really only does side hugs with you, it's not that he doesn't love you, he just gets nervous in public, but he will hold your hand the rest of the time

i think george though likes hugs where you kind of baby him, with your arms around his middle and his arms rest around your neck, tucking his head snuggly into the crook of your neck

”are you alright hon?” you ask him, lifting a hand from his waist to his hair, gently scratching at his head. ”yeah. i just missed you.”

i also think he kind of avoids group hugs if you're in them, he really prefers having you in his arms alone, with nobody to bother you

also being wrapped up in each other's arms on the sofas in his or your living rooms, with your head lying against his shoulder or his stomach while you draw shapes into his arms or his chest and his hand runs through your hair and along your back, talking about random things

ted

ted + quick hugs, i think he likes to hug you hello and goodbye with every interaction, he just loves being so close to you

definitely big on what we'd consider 'normal hugs', because sometimes he just wants the hug to take in how you smell, to remind him that you're real

ted takes a deep breath in, holding you close to him. you settle in his arms, putting your arms around him to reciprocate the hug. ”you alright babe?” ”i am now.”

eye-to-eye hugs with ted are regular, whether it be standing to sitting down, the eye contact is special when combined with the hold you have on each other

slow dance hugs in the kitchen >>>> / while you wait for the food to heat up, you slow dance around the kitchen with ted, keeping your hug intact

charlie

bear hugs, i absolutely believe he squeezes tight when he hugs you, savouring every intimate second of it

”ch– charlie,” you tap his shoulder, ”can barely breathe.” ”just another second, please.” he kissed your neck before releasing his tight hold. ”thank you baby.” ”no, thank you for putting up with me, i know i can be a bit much sometimes.”

THE PICKPOCKET HUG THE PICKPOCKET HUG GUYS / keeping your hand in his back pocket while his hand rests in your back pocket, especially in public?? he loves it

hugs lying in bed with you completely on top of him, his arms around you while you rest your head against his chest, it's intimate and mostly takes place in the morning after you wake up, right before you go to bed or just after certain activities

i also think dance hugs happen a lot, sometimes it's slow dance but other times you're just dancing around while holding each other

schlatt

the type to fully envelop you in his arms, keeping your head tucked into his chest with your hands against his chest

other hugs include side hugs with his arm draped over your shoulders, hand interlinked with yours

OH schlatt and lifted hugs, where you jump up and wrap your legs around him for a hug, he loves that

also schlatt seems like the type to paw at your arm when he wants a hug in public, sending you looks that aren't easily discernible until you finally turn around and run your hands up and down his arms before wrapping yourself around his middle

”y'know if you wanted a hug big guy, you could've just asked,” you looked up at him, he scoffed with a smile. ”yeah i know.” he wraps his arms around you.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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allbark-no-bite · 2 years

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy || Elvis Presley x reader

summary: Even with two children and life he always wanted, Elvis continues to remind you that he will always be the young twenty something year old you married so many years ago

word count: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ sexual content

author’s note: here’s another Elvis fic for y’all as well as two more coming up! please please please feel free to message me with your ideas!

For a long time, I had thought that Elvis was always going to be too young to settle down. He was just a child when I met him, still a green twenty year old figuring out life.

Of course, at the time, I, myself, was a child, and I didn't need him to be a man. All that I knew was that when he got down on one knee, man or not, he was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

He had always been loud. And wild. One day I had walked out onto the porch to discover a squabble occurring in Graceland's front yard. Boys who had become known as the 'Memphis Mafia' were caught in some sort of grand game as they wrestled each other into the dirt, playing joyously like big rowdy dogs. In the middle of it all was Elvis, his shoe shine black hair tousled, pants coated in dust, and eyes alight with a boyish trill.

He loved to laugh. In fact, there was rarely a time when he wasn't laughing. Elvis was the life of the party, even when he didn't mean to be. Just his presence had that effect.

He smiled all the time too. He used to do this thing where he would tip his chin up and bare his prefect row of pearly white teeth, and the corners of his blue eyes would crinkle with the effort, his cheeks tinted pink with delight. He still does it from time to time—often when he knows he's in trouble—and I get a glimpse of the boy that he always will be.

But one thing that I hadn't figured out about him until years later was that Elvis Presley loved his domestic life more than anything in the entire world. He would tear the beating heart from his own chest if he had to, bleed himself dry, to ensure that his family would grow up in a home that was warm and safe. Thus, the reason as to why I assumed he had taken to making Graceland a sort of haven.

The immaculate mansion was decorated for each and every holiday, and Elvis saw to it that Graceland was always full of life. And if the house itself wasn't enough, the yard and it's three gardens were always immaculate. A picture perfect white picket fence surrounded it's entirety; all thirteen plus acres.

Not long after he had purchased the property, as we walked around the grounds, I had wondered aloud as to what we were possibly going to do with over thirteen acres of farmland. Elvis, without missing a beat, had replied, 'Well, buy a horse of course."

And he did. That Christmas he gifted me a dun quarter horse, whom I called Jack or 'Jackie'. Not long after came his own horse, Rising Sun. It seemed as though every time I turned around, the stable had acquired another occupant. Soon it was almost tradition for each and every Presley to have a horse. So it was no surprise that Elvis saw to it that his children became involved in this passion of his as well.

"Get yo' self back outside and take those boots off, son. Gonna give your mama a heart attack."

I smile to myself when I hear the hinges of the front door swing open and heavy footsteps come walking down the hall, but I stay put, stirring the honey into my coffee at the counter. Moments later, a pair of strong arms wraps around my waist and soft lips trail gently down my neck. A sly flash of teeth scrapes against the tender skin of my ear, and I can't help the shiver that runs through my body. Elvis must notice because he hums smugly, obviously proud of the effect he still has on me after all these years.

"G'mornin', pretty mama," Elvis murmurs against my cheek with that slow southern drawl of his, drawing me out of the trance he had put me in.

"Good mornin', daddy," I tease back at him, knowing exactly what the name does to him coming from my mouth.

The weight of his body presses into me, the coolness of the morning air still lingering on his clothes. He growls softly from somewhere deep in his chest. His palm slides up my throat to wrap around it, dragging my chin up to meet his mouth in a unhurried kiss. His mouth is warm, a stark contrast to the cold metal of his rings against the column of my throat. Slowly, Elvis' hand slips down my waist so that his palm can encompass the globe of my ass.

I raise my eyebrows suggestively at his boldness, and he huffs in amused irritation when I pull his hand back up to my waist. Thank goodness I do, because Elvis number two comes barreling into the kitchen.

"Mama, c-come—come ride Daddy's horse with us!"

Elvis' only son was the spitting image of his father. From his shiny blue eyes to his button nose, Charles Presley resembled Elvis in every way. Even in the way he talked. Elvis had struggled as a young boy, stuttering when on the odd occasion that his words refused to cooperate, and the troublesome problem hadn't skipped the next generation. It was cute though. The only difference was that Charlie had golden blonde hair since Elvis had taken to dying his own hair black long ago.

Clomping across the kitchen floor in his boots, Elvis manages to catch the five year old by the arm before he can leave any more muddy footprints on the pristine white floors.

"Chuck Presley, what did I tell you about trackin' mud through your mama's house?" Elvis reprimands, pulling the boy off of his feet and gathering him to his hip.

Charlie, unbothered, just shrugs, leaning out of Elvis' arms. "Daddy, t-the horses."

I just sigh helplessly, shaking my head a little at the both of them. Charlie was named after my own father, Charles. I assumed that later on in life, he would take to the name. Elvis, however, called him Chuck. And it seemed as through that name was sticking.

"Hang on, son. Lemme talk to mama first. Go on outside for now," Elvis huffs as Charlie struggles to get out of his father's arms. Muddy boots forgotten, he releases the boy, who runs right back outside.

I turn back to Elvis, who has treated himself to a sip of my coffee. My eyebrows raise when we make eye contact over the rim of the cup. "You could always fix your own," I say, reclaiming the mug as soon as he's pulling it away from his mouth.

"Tastes better when you make it." He leans back against the counter, arms crossed in front of his chest as he relaxes. His ebony colored hair is longer now, no longer slicked back with gel but fluffy and falling into a part down the middle. Along with the tan overcoat and silky green button up with the collar popped, it certainly gave off young dad still trying to live out his twenties. And to be honest, he rocked it. "You comin' with us?"

Instead of answering him, I release a soft sigh, looking him up and down. "Hon, you know you've got a bad back..."

I already know there's no convincing him, but I still have to remind him that he's not eighteen anymore. At twenty-nine, Elvis still looked every bit the young man I had married eight years ago, but his recklessness had caught up with him over the years. Between the antics of his teenage years, and the stress of his job, his back was prone to the occasional aches and pains of adulthood. It didn't help that he had gotten kicked off one of his horses a few years ago, hence my reluctance this morning.

He's already rolling his eyes before I can even finish my sentence, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me to his side. "Darlin', quit your worryin' about my back." His lips press to my temple before lowering to my ear. "If it was really that bad you wouldn't be walkin' funny this mornin'—"

"ELVIS PRESLEY—"

He's ducking away from me as soon as the words leave his mouth, already having anticipated my reaction. Pleased with himself and choking back laughter, he winks at me before slipping out of the front door. Before I can chase after him, a cry erupts from upstairs, and I have to rush to retrieve the baby from her crib.

In the time it takes get both myself and an infant dressed and fed, the wet morning grass has dried, and all that is left of the fall day is a nippy breeze. It's just cold enough to sting my exposed cheeks and leave Winnie’s runny nose a rosey pink.

As we approach the corral fence, I can hear Elvis' distant shouts and the gleeful laugh of Charlie along with him. They're near the back of the pasture riding Elvis' prized palomino, the large horse dashing this way and that as Elvis guides him with one hand. The other is clutching on to Charlie's fleece jacket, the little boy wedged between Elvis and the front of the saddle.

"Your daddy is going to be the death of me," I mutter to Winnie, who ignores me in favor of reaching out to the golden horse in the distance, her tiny hand grabbing at the air as she whines. Again, I sigh. It was obvious Elvis had instilled his cowboy ambitions within his children.

"There's my Winnie girl!" Elvis exclaims as he trots the horse over to the fence, his cheeks pink from the wind. He slides out of the saddle with ease, lifting Charlie off after him. His smile never falters but I see him stall for a moment, hand grabbing at his back. He plays it off well though, immediately reaching out to take Winnie from my arms. Leaning over the fence, he pecks my lips as he does so, our cold noses bumping together.

"Say 'atta boy Sunny'," Elvis says, as he leans over for Winnie to pat her tiny hand against the horse's nose. In an attempt to get ahead of the learning curve with Winnie, we tried to encourage her to talk as much as possible. Currently, it was a losing battle.

"Say—hey—what'd I tell you about walkin' behind that horse, lil' boy?" He grabs the sleeve of Charlie's jacket, pulling him to his side while still holding Winnie with the other arm. It's a sight to see, him wrangling both children at once.

I hum as I lean against the fence, offering him no assistance. "'Let's have another', he says," I parrot, reminding him of our conversation just last night.

Elvis looks up at me a bit sheepishly, letting out an amused huff as he straightens up. "C'mon now, don't give me that, mama." He pulls up on Charlie's arm, tugging him around to face me. "Chuck, smile real sweet for your mama."

As if trained on queue, the blonde toddler tips his chin back and smiles, his tiny little teeth interrupted by a single gap on one side. His round owl eyes crinkle with the effort.

I have to blink to make sure I'm not looking at a blonde Elvis Presley.

Elvis is grinning proudly, as if he's just proven a point. 'I made that,' he mouths smugly at me.

"Uh huh," I say, humoring him as I take Charlie's hand. "And what about you Miss Winnie? Your daddy got any more tricks up his sleeve?"

The two year old, however, is oblivious to the topic of our conversation and instead just giggles, remaining enchanted with Rising Sun's velvet nose as he nudges her fingers. "Horse," she says more to herself than anyone.

"Say 'bye bye, Sunny'," Elvis annunciates for her. Winnie just giggles as the horse blows air from his nose. Sighing, Elvis cups the side of her head with his large palm and places one last kiss to her face before passing her off to me.

I catch him smiling at us, a twinkle in his blue eyes. "What's that look Mr. Presley?"

He answers me by cupping my own face and leaning over to place a kiss to the corner of my mouth. He then grabs a hand to his chest. "You're just so pretty, hurts a man's heart sometimes."

Flushing, my heart fills with love because I know he loves me, and he makes sure I know it all the time. I reach up to run my fingers under his jaw, caressing the prominent bone there.

"See you inside, cowboy."

He twists his head a little to kiss my fingertips, a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

"Mamaaa!" With Charlie tugging at my hand, we begin walking back towards the house.

Not long after returning indoors, I had put Winnie down for her noontime nap and left Charlie in his room to play. He'd been refusing naps for a while now, so I had resolved to sending him up to his room to entertain himself quietly while his sister napped. I hadn't heard him come in, but Elvis is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. He's leaning lazily against the banister, now in a silky button down shirt and dark trousers, having shed his thick coat. A pair of boots lays in a clutter by the door.

I wish there were more words to describe the way he looked at times like these, when he was home for the weekend and the healthy fullness returned to his tired face; when he could enjoy the life he'd built for us; when he belonged to me and only me within these walls.

"C'mere, sweet girl," he invites me, holding out an arm as I near him, and I can't help but laugh aloud as he grabs me by the waist and whisks me from the last step of the stairs. He grunts faintly with the effort, having to regain his balance as he twirls me down the hallway.

Noticing his body language, I hum smugly at him. “I told you ridin’ that horse wasn’t good for your back.”

Elvis laughs against my mouth, body pressed into mine until we find our way into the bedroom. In a sly, heel spinning maneuver, he’s falling backwards onto the jumble of white silk sheets, pulling me on top of him.

“Darlin’,” he begins, his southern drawl thick and honey smooth. “I ain’t the one doin’ the ridin’ here so don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

Swatting at his chest, I can only shake my head. “You and your smartass mouth.”

His hands roll my hips forward, rubbing the rough fabric of my jeans against his hardening length. The friction must do wonders for him because his head falls onto the sheets and his pretty blue eyes flutter backwards blissfully. “God, baby.”

I laugh at both his importunity and his immediately reaction as I continue to move against him. “So this is what you’ve been after all morning, huh?”

Nodding, he’s only half listening, the rings on his fingers scraping against the metal button of my jean as he pops them open. Lifting my hips, I let him tug them down, and I kick them off as soon as they fall to my ankles. Our lips meet again in a slow, languid kiss while he threads his fingers through my hair, rucking down his own pants in the process, his shirt following soon after. Now I can really feel him, hot and needy through the cotton of my panties.

Swollen lips dragging against mine, he whispers breathlessly between kissing me, stopping to taste my lips every few words. “Make—” he kisses me, “love—” his teeth catch my bottom lip, “to me.”

Still grinding against him at an agonizingly slow pace, I relax my tense shoulders, eyes closing. My nose drops to nudge against his. “Did you really mean it?” The question comes out a timid murmur, trying to come to terms with the idea myself. “Do you really want another baby?”

He’s tugging my panties to the side, his two fingers briefly dipping down to gather the slick that’s pooled between my legs. I whimper when I feel his head brushing at my entrance, sending erratic jolts of pleasure through my body.

Elvis catches my chin with his other hand, bringing my eyes up to meet his adoring gaze. “Course I did, baby. You’re such a good mama. So good for me.”

Face hot, I turn my head away from his hand, ducking it into my shoulder, but he doesn’t let go, nudging my chin back towards him. “C’mon, pretty mama. One more. Please? Just one more.”

It wasn’t that I had reservations about having another baby, in fact quite the opposite. I’d loved every moment of raising our children; loved watching Elvis be a dad quite possibly more than anything in the world. But there was something about the intimacy of the moment, Elvis doe eyed beneath me, sweetly asking me for what only I could give him that made me want to hang on to the moment as long as I could. With Charlie nearing six and Winnie already two, it felt as though they were almost all grown up. As tiring as it was, I genuinely missed the days when we were new parents, just starting out.

Finally, I nod softly, giving into him, and he sinks into me without hesitation. My hips buck into him in response, thighs quivering with the effort, and I hold myself up with an arm held against his shoulder. The moan that comes out of him is indescribable as I bear down, and my walls squeeze around him.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me, mama,” Elvis groans.

The fire that had been kindling within my stomach sparks when Elvis’ hands find my hips again, guiding my body perfectly each time he bucks up into me. Overcome with the sensation and trembling, I brace myself against his strong chest, panting into his shoulder as I feel him move within me. Each thrust of his hips feels deeper than the last. If it hadn’t been for his large hands gripping my waist, surely I would have collapsed from the exhausting intensity.

My body feeling electric, I sense the sharp edges of my release nearing. By the unrhythmical thrust of his hip and heaving of his chest, I can tell Elvis is close too. I inhale his homely scent, crying softly in relief when I feel the warmth of his release spill within me, and I let go with him.

Trembling and exhausted, I relax against Elvis’ warm body, content to stay there with him nestled inside me for a while. As his heart rate slows beneath my ear, Elvis rubs his hands along my spent body, kissing the top of my head. My eyes close, threatening to drift off if he keeps at massaging my sore muscles.

His voice rumbles smugly beneath me. “How’s that for a bad back?”

#elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis presley fic #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley smut

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enden-k · 2 months

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I lob it art omg it’s just PERFECTTTTTT

Idk if you could go into detail (or if you’ve already talked abt it) but how’d you come up with the designs for ur kavetham witch au? They look so cool they make me want to consume them like cake 🍰

ok i think i told the story of how i created fantasy au a few times already but sjkbackc i dont mind

april 2023 i was prefarming for kaveh mats. was during the interdarshan championship update, kaveh was released in the 2nd half so i spent quite some time in the newly dropped sumeru region (realm of farakhkert/gavireh lajavard) to farm mourning flowers and fungal spores

i doodled hthm working hard to farm for kvh and him with the lil fungi and their big hats gave me an idea to draw him with a big hat like a cool witch. thought about it more and came up with a neat idea for a story so yea, my au and witchtham lit was inspired by the fungi while i was in the middle OF DRAWING THIS PIECE AHHA

(i think i said before when i talked about my ocs that i have a "problem" of always coming up w concepts and ideas and stories and whatever super fast. i can like, listen to one track or look at one thing and immediately get an idea for a fully fleshed out story. my brain is almost always full w stuff, its a blessing and a curse bc i cant work on 100 things at the same time. im not srsly complaining btw ok🧍‍♀️)

me lit the same day:

and boom, doodled the idea out and it turned into a big au now AHHA

i rlly just wanted to draw him w a biiiiig hat and since im a SUCKER for badass witches and like, this very specific, amano aesthetic i have, i came up w smth that is still hthm but smth witchy

at first the idea rlly just was prince kaveh and witch haitham and kaveh being cursed and hiring haitham for his services; them on a journey trying to break the curse and falling in love with each other

over the year i fleshed the idea out more and more, changed their designs a little, thought of the entire story, designed the rest of the party and yea........this au is literally my baby <3 (its almost 4am rn so im sry if my answer is a bit short or rushed, i just wanted to answer it asap without rambling too much bc im always excited talking abt it ajkcbsk)

i love drawing it, i love talking about it, if theres more questions feel free to ask !! 💙

#reply #fantasy au #long post

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poetsconstellation · 6 months

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What I think each poet would do during Halloween

Neil

Ate halloween cookies for breakfast (he brought them because he can’t cook shit)

Was constantly talking about how excited he was for trick or treating

Put a fake spider in Todd’s bed

Pranked Nolan with glitter (it was Charlie’s idea, but when he heard the words ‘prank’ and ‘Nolan’ he was immediately sold)

In his free periods, he read and acted out Macbeth with Todd (Todd was just supportive because he is too shy to act)

He drew ghosts in Todd’s hand

His costume was either Sherlock and Lupin (matching with Todd of course) or uncle Whitman

He trick or treated every house he saw

He came back with a bucket full of candy and a frog

Todd

Stole one of Neil’s cookies

He put an orange sweater on after classes

He drank pumpkin-spice tea

Meeks, Pitts and Todd carved pumpkins together

He probably fell into a rabbit hole of poems about witches

His costume was either matching with Neil or Charlie Brown from peanuts

He only went trick or treating with the poets because he was promised caramel flavoured chocolate

He thought the frog was cute, but would never admit that

Charlie

He pranked each and everyone of the poets + Nolan

Could only talk about those pranks months after the day because “you should have seen your face! You were so scared!”

He interrupted Cameron’s study so many times that he threatened to fight him if he didn’t stop

He didn’t stop

Cameron was too scared to fight him

His costume was just his normal clothes. But when anyone asked him about it, he would just open his shirt to reveal a big drawing of a red lighting and say he was dressed up as Nuwanda

Dared Neil to catch a frog without his hands

Knox

Was invited to a party by Chris, but left in the middle of the night because “it was too boring” (in reality, he just wanted to be with the poets instead of a bunch of drunk people)

Spent his free time pranking people with Charlie

Until Charlie pranked him

Then he realized how bad he felt for the others

And they all pranked Charlie

Dressed up as superman

Named the frog Freddie

Meeks

Spent most of his school day studying with Cameron

As soon as his classes were over he and Pitts (and eventually the rest of the poets) pranked Charlie with a machine they invented

Had the brilliant idea of making a Goldberg machine with the pumpkin he carved

The pumpkin exploded

His and Pitts’s dorm has been smelling like toasted pumpkin ever since

He went as a robot for Halloween

Offered to make a house for Freddie

Pitts

Made bets with the poets to see who could get Cameron to get up faster

Knox won because he got into the room and yelled “I LOST YOUR TRIG ANNOTATIONS”

Cameron got up in less than a second

When Pitts got to his room from a study session, it smelled like toasted pumpkin

To this day, he is too scared to ask why

Helped Meeks with his robot costume, but didn’t have time to prepare his, so he improvised and went as a ghost

Convinced all the poets that it would be better for Freddie if he lived at the lake

Cameron

Doesn’t celebrate Halloween, so it was just a normal day for him

Except the pranks the poets pulled on him

Which made him loose at least 1 hour worth of study

Didn’t think it was a good idea to go trick or treating, so he didn’t go

He studied instead

Never knew about Freddie

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tiny-vermin · 20 days

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I want to know more about the m9 artist au!! I remember reading a post or two about it a billion years ago (and would love to read them again) 💜

hi jess!!!! thank u for being interested hehe :")

so ever since i drew that lil thing of essek painting a frank stella inspired painting (or even before), ive been thinking of what kinds of art each of the m9 would do. essek ofc is inspired by a minimalist show that i went to here, all the big names from that movement were shown, but those really dark, sinkhole-like paintings are speaking to me. another artwork of boxes made of mirrors also seems like the thing he would do too

there's a kiln here that we visited which was huge, and surrounding it were artists' studios and some other ceramic sellers, i imagine the clay family having a place like this in the middle of nowhere amongst the trees, and caleb would do his work there

anyways because at heart im a shadowgast luver its centred around them,, they meet at an artist residency or something like that and its an incredibly slow burn that involves talking and not-talking and looking and not-looking. in the end i am but a simple wong kar wai fan so. that kinda vibes would definitely influence this, i would describe it as a quiet burning i guess?? time skipy and words that are not said

i think im gonna rant a bit more about their different mediums and styles so i'll keep it under the cut

i think caleb sculpts figures and portraits, but in a sad, kathe kollwitz charcoal vibe. maybe some funky looking animals, perhaps some pots and vases to look at the pretty glazes. he's interested in using fire to burn texture into different mediums, like ive seen it being used on shellac to make a really cool net of ink looking structure.. but yknow, just seeing the aftermath of glazed ceramic from the kiln is enough, and probably better for him to keep his distance anyways

the clay family produces most of the ceramic to sell, vases, pots, plates, cups, teapots, yknow just a whole array. and its really colourful too, depicting every family members different style. i think caduceus would do some matte glazes with a lot of different colours, theyre all a little wonky but theyre better off that way anyways. he does some really mean ink calligraphy and painting though

jester definitely does,, everything, whatever her heart desires kinda thang. she makes pastel textile installations and lighthearted cute paintings, but theyre always so contemplative and soothing. she gets m9 a lot of work cus her mom has connections, etc etc. i really love the idea of jester creating works that talk about the female body and femininity (definitely not projecting no)

beau is a printmaker and photographer who's really experimental, she loves cyanotypes and printing flowers (for yasha), idk she seems like she would put fabric and rocks into the washing machine to see what would happen. u would probably catch her in someone elses studio learning about what they do or in the library learning about what old people did

veth works in a museum as a curator, getting beau to help her sometimes with gathering artworks and artists etc. she probably organises community art projects for kids and public art installations. her house is full of m9's artworks and various other artists shes worked with.

yasha does bouquets as her post-retirement part time job, prior to that no one really knows what she did ("she probably murdered a bunch of people and is now hiding from the government"). fjord draws comics for fun but is also not a job for him, molly is a question mark for me. but these guys probably wont be in it as much anyways

im still not sure what format i wanna do this in, im actually having fun just writing it in my notebook now (digital does not facilitate the creative juices) but i do want to do some visuals like fake movie stills or storyboards. maybe they will work together well???? dunno. working on the other shadowgasty thing im doing made me realise how much easier it is to draw when there's a script already there, so im writing the script for myself

im definitely not as practiced in writing as i am in drawing, but idk im just gonna have some fun and see where that takes me, meanwhile try not to feel too bad that its fanart HAHA (very bad habit)

edit: i just saw my previous thoughts on beau being an art journalist, but i kinda like this better.. but maybe she can do both muah

#working tag for this ->#the kiln #honestly if u had any tips for writing #i'd love to hear..#i was insulted once on my writing and never wrote again HADHSFHF #oh and also emo smoking #that is somethng i want to draw more of

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nnnyxie · 7 months

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BAE I‘M ABT TO ABSOLUTELY GO OFFFFFFG

So Fan!Izu is also plaguing my mind… Fan!izu x Artist!reader?? Imagine??? It starts in maybe middleschool…Izu discovers Readers Art account full of All might and they connect over their shared love for him…this friendship thing continues for a few years but they loose contact when reader deletes their art blog seemingly out of nowhere…so then there‘s a time skip until he’s a pro and Reader has a rather successful gallery of exclusively hero paintings…feeling themselves drawn to Deku (crazyyy imagine that) and painting him all the time…an especially big painting of Deku alongside Allmight is being displayed by them right now..clearly visible through a huge window in the front of the building

So now the fun part

Izu is on Patrol, or even better in a heavy fight, he swings by while doing god knows what and spots the painting and suddenly the world stops, he recognized this style…everything comes clashing back on him, the late nights of talking and making up theories about all might and all the intimate conversations they shared…how they opened up to eachother and everything, while he is distracted the villain gets in a nasty hit

Reader being the hero fanatic they are has been following the fight hidden inside (has no idea that Izu is their ex online friend situating thing) conveniently possesses a healing quirk and quickly rushes outside..maybe recovery girls grand child or something (YOU SEE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGG???) but their quirk works a little ✨different✨so they have to kiss him specifically on the lips and as soon as their eyes meet they just pause and stare, both their eyes widening

But they have no time to process this- as there is still a villain going about their shenanigans so reader Just smashes their lips together and Izu goes to fight and win and bam reunion

I be writing whole fics in your Requests I don’t even know what to do with myself😭

I’m sorry🫶🏻

#𖢥 izuku anon

IZU ANONNNN I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU!!!!

this is such a beautiful idea!! i want to eat you!!! /pos

you were fairly small in the art community back in middle school— which resulted in little to no commissions.

but— there was this one boy who absolutely ADORED all of your all might fan art!! after you finished one drawing for him, he’d commission another.

you had to let him know that he’s allowed to basically buy in bulk— plus the bulk prices wouldn’t tear up his wallet!! though— he was always happy to pay you extra. he insisted, even.

with all of these interactions, it led to a friendship!! you would talk about all might’s recent battles, general interests, school, etc. of course, you never brought up quirks. you felt that there was no reason to! plus yours was…….. interesting, to say the least.

the friendship started at the beginning of middle school and lasted until the end of it.. before you just,,, disappeared.

and you went years without talking— years without the video chats and voice memos. years without the hero conspiracy theories. years without late night embarrassing stories. just— years without each other.

he didn’t know why you left and it hurt him. he mourned for years over the loss of your friendship. why didn’t you tell him you were leaving? why didn’t you try to contact him again? what happened? were you hurt? did you… die? he cried over this.

and he had fantasies of meeting you again one day. he made up scenarios of him saving you from danger— or of him just randomly running into you while he was patrolling during his work studies. or you just finding him. he’d fall asleep to these, hoping that they’d come true.

one lucky (sort of?) day, izuku was thrown through your gallery— glass shards flew everywhere.

for a moment, you paused. everything disappeared and it was as if only he existed. “izuku?” you whispered. his previously closed eyes shot open.

he looked at you— he looked— surprised? hurt? happy? confused? it was like he was going through the five stages of greif except— instead of greif it’s whatever the hell that’s going on between you two.

izuku rushed to get up but, he couldn’t— he could hardly sit up. he was bleeding an awful lot.

“don’t get up! you’re hurt!” you kneeled and pushed him to lay down. “where have you— what?” he held his injury, there was a large piece of steel in his side. “i said don’t get up! you have a damn piece of steel in your side izu!” you panicked— should you take it out and heal him? but that would— oh god that would be embarrassing. but, it’d save him… maybe you should just suck it up and do it?

“bite on this.” you reached for the silk painting next to you and shoved it in his mouth. his eyes widened, realizing what you were about to do. you pulled the steel out of him and watched the blood nearly gush out—

you leaned close to him, were you really going to do this? i mean— it’s part of your quirk so, it shouldn’t be weird, right? and, even so, it’s just a kiss. a kiss on the lips. a kiss that would definitely make an already weird situation,,, weirder… but, it’s to help— so you just suck it up.

“i’m sorry,” you took the silk from his mouth and kissed him— the kiss was longer than what your quirk called for… but, extra measures??? yeah……..

his injury healed quick, thankfully. there was still fighting outside. the villain’s yells caught izuku’s attention. realizing that he was, in fact, still taking down a bad guy with his partners. “i’m going to be back. don’t disappear again. please?” you nodded.

and just like he said— he was back. it was past dark now, your window was able to be restored by a sidekick with a reversal quirk. he was happy to see that. “hi,” was all izuku said when he walked through the door. he looked both anxious and excited. “hi,” you breathed out, this was kind of scary.

he looked around your gallery while making his way towards you. there were various portraits of himself. ranging from traditional, digital, abstract, realism, mosaic, and silk. he was both flattered and impressed.

he reached you and stared. taking in the fact that you were actually here.

“why did you leave?” izuku asked after a long silence.

“well it’s not like i wanted to… art was just something my parents didn’t want me to do… and they took it all away, i guess.” he frowned a bit, how could a parent not support their child’s ambitions? it appalled him that they didn’t.

“did you try finding me again?” he asked. he remembers the countless hours he spent searching for you. “i did and— i was able to find you.” “then why didn’t you reach out?” his face, his expression— it was gut wrenching. “i thought you would’ve hated me so i just… didn’t.” he looked bewildered. as if you just said something so heinous and unforgiving. “i wouldn’t— i wouldn’t have hated you,” izuku’s eyes were watery. “i’m sorry, izu.” he shook his head no, “i understand, okay? you don’t need to apologize.” he sniffled.

the tension was nearly suffocating— you didn’t know how to respond. i mean— what do you say to that?

izuku noticed the obvious anxiety you had.

“so uhm… deku is a cool hero, from what i’ve heard,” he joked. then you remembered the multiple pieces you had of him— you wanted to die.

“oh god,” you groaned in embarrassment and covered your face. izuku smiled and uncovered your face, “your art is really amazing.” was he trying to kill you? like— his smile?? he’s so pretty??? how can a guy be so pretty?? genuinely, he’s so much prettier in real life than in pictures— it’s ridiculous.

“uhm how about we catch up? maybe over uhm dinner tomorrow?” izuku asked, his face was flushed red— again, he’s ridiculously pretty. “i’d love that.”

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎#♡︎ — izuku anon

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Hello Katya, do you have any ideas about Simple Gratia?

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Yes, my girl!! I have some observations AND ideas! I remember that back when I checked, a fan Wiki incorrectly said that she is wearing Yharnam Hunter set. I do not know whether they've fixed that since then or not, but I know it confused a few artists. Gratia, in reality, is wearing an Old Hunter set but slightly altered:

(Close images of her model are from this ( x ) page, datamined by AstralLace!) This is what an Old Hunter set looks like, for a reminder:

Gratia is an Old Hunter: the type that started under Gehrman like Maria, Vitus, Henryk, Djura, Bestial Hunter, all that. I think that she knew all these characters and more, and with Maria she was a lot like an older sister that Maria never had! But I think she would be genuinely annoyed by Djura's complex inventions and at times not be able to hide her disdain, right in the middle of Djura ranting about them! That'd spark stupid, petty arguments about what kind of weapon is "better" which their friends laugh at in the corner like hyenas until Gehrman or Maria separate them XD

In comparison with the generic set, she is missing the long flowing cape, as well as the glove on her left hand. Her weapon, a chunk of metal, also goes in the left hand. I think she is missing the glove to have a stronger grip on the metal, so it would not slip away! I wondered what her right hand weapon would be before, but I think she doesn't need one in the end! I imagine her staggering the beast with her Iron Fist and then TEARING THEIR HEAD OFF WITH HER FREE HAND DFJHFSHSD .....but, you know, a hammer or a mace would also be nice yeah sure

In Bloodborne setting, red hair is also highlighted as a trait of Cainhurst nobles, that isn't really seen in any other NPC. Edgar may be also a ginger but much brighter kind, certainly not a REDhead!

This makes me think: what if Gratia's red hair is not just a random design choice, but a hint? And even if it isn't, it can still be used for a headcanon! Cainhurst nobles descend from Pthumeru Ihyll and have some Pthumerian heritage (just in case here ( x ) is the post with evidences of it) 🤔 At the same time, Pthumerians have gigantic variants, that seem to be more slow and dim than 'regular' ones. And interestingly, Gratia is abnormally big AND stated to have some intellectual drawbacks:

So, she has 1) otherwise Cainhurst-exclusive hair color 2) a size abnormally large for a human and 3) correlation between inability to use guns and being 'dim'! This gave me a headcanon that she was born in the Cainhurst walls, but shown Pthumerian genes that were "undesired" in the eyes of snobbish nobles and thus, abandoned at birth. She never knew of her origins, but was adopted by a kind man! Yeah, in this context, Maria and Gratia feeling family-like bond almost from the start in kind of fateful!

^ I often draw her with the same body pattern that shows on the skin of Snatchers, and that is exactly what kind of descendant she is!

I also always liked the idea that Gratia, Simon and Yamamura were the 'detective friends' up to uncover the Healing Church's secrets! Later, I decided the Yahar'gul Hunter we find in the prison under Grand Cathedral should also be a part of the squad! I did not know that Simon interestingly had Fist of Gratia as a part of his equipment back then and only judged from their location, but that made me feel validated with that headcanon! xD

Gratia is, of course, more of a 'power' of the team! She might be not very smart, but she has her heart in a good place and can understand the concept of shady bad business that should be stopped. She is easy to deceive in terms of pranks and other remotely innocent things, but when someone lying to her or trying to use her is malicious she will sense it. Pair that with her being very brave and blunt, and you really don't want to mess with her! The girl could grab Laurence and slam him against the wall accusing him of being "full of shit" if he attempted to deceive her, ffs! And not even his friends would defend him because it IS his fault for playing with this tigress x)

Needless to mention that she is protective over her friends! Not a kind of a protective friend that will mindlessly jump into fighting the other guy, but someone that will walk in and give them a fair warning to get lost first. She has threatening aura and usually just that is enough to scare away a person that means no good to someone she cares about. But, when she is powerless to do anything against some prick in power or likewise, she will express her frustration by breaking a property on her way out xd

Also she gives me this vibe:

Thank you for an ask! :D She has a very vivid and fleshed out image in my mind! Funny enough, this makes describing her harder because she feels so self-explanatory for me!

#bloodborne #simple gratia #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne observation

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