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puppy-steve · 2 months

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"give me the soup, boys, and free my soul, i wanna get lost in this fuckin' bowl, and slurp away."

eddie sings as he carefully cradles the bowl of soup he pulls from the microwave above the stove and sets it down on the counter. he does a little shimmy with his hips, spinning around and flinging open the drawer to grab a spoon.

steve watches him from the kitchen table, one eyebrow raised behind his glasses and his lips quirked up in a small smile.

eddie continues to sing under his breath until he reaches a high note in his little made up song and uses the handle of his spoon as a microphone.

he catches steve's eye and shoots him a grin, one that’s bright and happy and makes his dimples pop.

"see somethin' ya like, sweetheart?" he teases, walking to the table with his soup in hand. it's tomato basil, steve sees, with shredded mozzarella mixed in because eddie refuses to eat it any other way. his house slippers shuffle against the linoleum because they've both got the day off and it's early afternoon and they haven't done a single thing other than lounge around the house in their pajamas.

"just thinking about how much of a dork you are," steve tells him. his tone is soft and fond and he loves eddie so so much.

eddie takes a big slurp of his soup, cheese hanging from his mouth. "i hate to break it to you, stevie," he says, slurping the cheese up too, "but if you're just now figuring that out, you're gonna be in for a rude awakening for everything else."

his grin never wavers, eyes shining in the sunlight filtering through the kitchen window.

steve lifts his mug of tea to his mouth to hide his smile, hoping the universe will let him spend forever with this man.

#idk what this is honestly #cj talks #cj writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb

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talaok · 1 month

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Okay, so I have a cute idea. Pedro and reader go to a bar and accidentally drink a little more than they wanted to, and now they are walking home together, leaning on one another and giggling the whole way. Maybe they have their first kiss or something. idk, im giving you creative freedom on the last part.

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: cutest request award

that last glass of wine had had its effect

Your brain felt lighter, like the crimson liquid had relieved some of the effort from your head

Your vision was fuzzier, unfocused in that familiar way as a soft buzz flowed into your ear

The pavement ahead was still damp with rain, and some water had gotten into your shoes, but you didn't care, you didn't care as you leaned onto Pedro, onto his strong, warm arm, as you looked up at his own glossy eyes, veiled by that sheer cloak of alcohol flowing through his veins

He was still laughing at something you'd said, and you didn't even realize that you were doing the same,

You couldn't even remember what the joke was. Something about... rain or... something

"We're gonna regret this tomorrow" he said, amusement still spilling from his lips

"I'm sure you will, old man" you snorted, hiding your face into his arm to shield from his reaction

"Old man huh?" he chuckled "Is that the way to talk to your elderly?"

"oh please" you snorted, smiling up at him as he feigned offense "I'm sorry sir, that was very rude of me, please forgive me"

The corners of his mouth twitched into a soft grin

"With that smile, I don't think anyone could ever not forgive you, sweetheart"

He did that sometimes, said something sweet that made you forget all about what your lungs were made for

Once again, you shielded your heating face from him by nestling impossibly close to him, feeling his warmth seep into you

He had a body that made hell seem cold

"You're a douchba-"

but before you could speak the very kind words you were about to speak, you had taken a step and found yourself ankle-deep into something that upon closer inspection, was indeed a puddle

You had stepped into a puddle.

Your feet were drenched

You-

You burst out laughing

"oh my god- sugar" Pedro was gripping your arm, bringing you back to dry land as he stifled the need to laugh too

"I-"

You were pretty sure you were about to pee yourself from how hard you were laughing, your eyes were shut close, you had one hand on your face and one on Pedro and then-

and then your feet stopped touching the ground

"Wha-"

He had picked you up, bridal style, and all you could do was swing your arms around his neck as a reflex "what are you doing?"

"it's clear you're in no condition to walk, so I'm taking matters into my own hands"

And he said it so calmly too, like it was the most obvious thing in the word

"you're taking matters into your own hands?" you mocked, cocking a brow as you bit your bottom lip to try not to laugh

"I am" he nodded,

"You're gonna carry me all the way to the hotel?" you couldn't help but smile now,

smile with amusement and joy and drunkness and... and something else

"What, you think I'm too old for that too?"

You snorted now, your head falling to his chest

"maybe" you mumbled, your mouth on his steel pecs as you looked up at him

And there was something in that, in all this- not in the fact that he was carrying you like a damsel in distress, not the fact that you were dizzy, not in any of that- there was something in the intimacy of this moment, of the lightness that came with it, how natural it all felt, how... perfect it felt

And he felt it too, you could see in his eyes, that he too had felt time stop, the entire world stop to let you have this moment, this precious instant

"y/n-"

But your lips were already on his, your lips were already on his and nothing mattered anymore as he gripped your shoulder to push you incredibly closer to him, wishing he could engulf you and never let you go, praying for this moment to never end

finally

the only word inside both your heads

finally

He was such a good kisser, his mouth, his beard, his lips, his everything just-

The problem was that he thought the same about you, and maybe if you'd been less of a good kisser, or if only he hadn't spent the last six months fantasizing about this... then maybe he wouldn't have dropped you

"shit-"

Well not really dropped you, he just... forgot to hold your legs, that's all

Only of course, he was there to rescue you as your feet hit the ground, making sure you didn't fall

A soft, honest laugh rumbled from your chest as you dropped your forehead to his

"I'm sorry" he murmured, his hands on your waist "I- I got- distracted"

Again, you could only laugh, this time as he joined

"you got distracted?"

"Yeah" he chuckled

"wanna get distracted again?" you smirked, watching his eyes pan to your lips

"please"

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chaenqen · 8 months

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needed me. nishimura riki

— featuring nishimura riki female!reader warnings reader being called ‘beautiful’, fluff fluff and a bunch of flustered reader because they don’t call him rizzimura rizzki for no reason side note i recommend listening to ‘needed me’ by riahanna ;) word count around 737

riki decided to show you the new choreo he recently finished choreographing on a monday at 3.43 am… you weren’t exactly happy about the time he picked since you were quite occupied with your studies yet when he insisted on showing it to you today you gave in and met him at the dance practice room.

“i hope the choreo is worth the precious time i could have spend on my studies” you roll your eyes in annoyance yet the corners of your lips just couldn’t stay down as you saw his excited expression while he got the song ready.

as soon as you noticed what song he was going to perform for you, your eyes widen and the heat rushes to your cheeks in an instant.

“are you— seriously?” you look away from him in fear that he’d see your flustered face yet he had obviously already figured it out.

“what? don’t like the song choice? i think it’s perfect, especially for a late night session like this” he winked at you before pressing play and rihannas voice could be heard through the giant speakers.

his footsteps echo slightly through the room as he makes his way over to you, guiding you backwards so that he could have some more space.

“good god—“ you let out with a shaky breath as you look back down to the wooden flooring before managing to look up at him again, paying close attention to how he tugged on his hoodie, his pants and then rolling his sleeves up just for them to roll right back down since his hoodie was pretty loose and thin.

“you ready?” as he notices your pink cheeks and the way you fiddled with your phones case he started to smirk and let out a small chuckle of victory. he had you right where he wanted you.

“whatever…” you spit out nervously but your voice sounded more annoyed and irritated than nervous and flustered. “oh— somebodies feeling feisty” you roll your eyes at his remark once again.

bet you never could imagine never told you you could have it you needed me

his body moved with the rhythm of the song like he was one with it and his eyes never look away from yours to make sure that you’re actually paying attention and hell— you were paying attention to him…

oooh you needed me

he hits every beat and makes it look so effortlessly good yet you know that it was everything but effortless. his tongue glides along his lower lip, his gaze locks with yours and your heart skips a thousand beats as you pay attention to how the fabric of his top flies up whenever he lifts his arms, revealing a tad bit of his toned skin to you which makes you look away, covering your lower face with the sleeve of your hoodie. as soon as the part of the song ends to which he had choreographed something to he turns the volume lower so it could be heard in the background as he walks towards you. your face was turned the other way, not daring to look into his eyes at all.

“come on, beautiful… tell me what you think? anything i should change?” he knew exactly what effect he had on you. the way your flushed face was turned away, sleeve still covering your face making it too obvious that you liked everything about it. you were just too shy to admit it.

“was good…” he chuckles as he takes your face in his hand, tilting your chin upwards so you would look at him. “was good? got nothing else to say?” his face leans down to your level, mouth right beside your ear to whisper in a low and raspy voice

“i think there’s a lot on your pretty mind, don’t you think, beautiful?” he was playing with you, with the fact that you were so affected by everything he did and said, by everything about himself just in general. “w-was great… i-i liked it…” you notice the way his face was also slightly flushed, probably because of his performance just now.

“wanna show me how much you liked it?” his head tilts to the side as he leans further down to you, that smirk never leaving his handsome face.

“wanna show me how much you like me, hm? show me, beautiful…”

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kil-luna · 1 year

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bakugou is a dumbass. he would never, ever confess first no matter what. the idiot in him would think that confessing first would mean he would lose.

and you aren't someone who can muster the courage to speak to him about your feelings, so no feelings are talked about at all.

and katsuki will hate every single second of it. he would hate how he could be with you now if only YOU would confess the hell up already.

that’s why you two entered in your relationship in the strangest way; everyone knew you were together but the two of you. even if you two weren’t aware of this because you didn’t put any label in your relationship, you sure did act like a couple, so there wasn’t any difference at all.

“its been almost a year, i think. is that right? what will you do for your first year anniversary?” momo asked you one night. everyone was gathered in the living room of the UA dormitory so almost everyone heard, including bakugou. he was about to go upstairs to sleep, but then he was certain that momo was talking to you, so before he could think, he already blurted out, “HAAAH? anniversary? this dumbass? WITH WHO?!” he was never really concerned about anyone else’s relationship. they could all get married for all he care. however, he was surprised that YOU were in a relationship with someone who isn't him. that's not how it's supposed to happen.

almost instantly after his ridiculous question, everyone turned their heads to his direction. “WITH YOU!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

again, bakugou is a dumbass.

#i just can't see him confessing honestly #bakugou #confession #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #aly tries to write #but fails #idk what this is honestly #im sorry i typed this on the train

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promptlywritingideas · 9 months

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"I hate you" as...

A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.

An angry shout. Fists clenched, fury bubbling up inside until it finally bursts out.

A surrender. Exhausted, inflectionless. This is what you wanted, and you finally got it.

A joke; I'm giggling and so are you, and the words are so soft no one takes them seriously.

A warning; I'd never say that to you, and you know it, and now you know that something is very, very wrong.

A way of snarking back and forth with you. You've done something annoying, and I say I hate you, but we both know I don't mean it.

Defiance; you've won and we both know it, and I cannot stop you, but I will look you straight in the eyes, even to the end.

#writing prompts #otp prompts #imagine your otp #imagine your ship #imagine your... enemies?#prompt list #idk what this is honestly #it just popped into my head #my prompts

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tboygareth · 1 year

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here, have a little modern steddie meet-cute. meet-ugly, maybe? idk. 1k words, mostly dialogue

"uber for, uh," the guy in the beemer at the curb looks at the phone in his hand, "eddie m.?"

"hey, that's my name!" eddie shouts, stumbling toward the car. the world is tipping sideways a little, but it's been a good night.

he wrenches open the passenger side door and slides in.

"cool if i sit up front, man? i get motion sickness sitting in the back, and you would not like me when i'm motion sick."

"uh, sure?"

eddie pulls the door closed behind him and says, "so what's your name, pretty boy?"

"you don't check the app before getting into some random guy's car?" the guy asks with a huff.

"oh, no, i never order these things for myself." eddie laughs. he tries to think back, remember how many jameson shots he put back tonight. can't. oh, well. "my roommate always sets it up beforehand when i come down to the styx for a show."

"a show? like a concert?"

"uh, no. drag show. styx is a gay bar." the guy's quiet at that. "that a problem? still dunno your name."

"oh. steve," the guy - steve - says shortly. "no, it just... looks more like a... metal bar, or something."

"sometimes things are both, can you believe it! they do a drag show last wednesday of every month. good show tonight, all the girls looked great." he kicks his feet up on the dashboard of the car, watches steve's eyes cut sideways at them as he does. "do you like drag shows, steve?"

he's testing the waters, feeling steve out to see if he should be worried about getting into some random guy's car outisde a gay bar with a dead phone. eddie's definitely had a little too much tonight. he's probably got glitter in his hair. there's definitely black lipstick smeared across his cheek from when allison chaynz planted one on him earlier during her set.

"only been to a few, but yeah. they're a good time. good show."

safe, then. tentatively.

eddie studies steve for a moment, trying to figure him out. he's got this thing he does sometimes, in an uber; eddie's an easy read - he gets into an uber and the driver immediately flips their spotify over to a metal playlist.

the driver's are usually easy to read too, and it's eddie's favorite game; he tends to know when he's got a country boy behind the wheel, or an emo transplant from the mid aughts, or the indie girlies with their iced coffees and perpetual dark undereye circles that all the concealer in the world can't hide.

the guy looks like he wears teenage boy deodorant and smells like repressed trauma. he has the indie girlie dark circles under his eyes, an apple watch strapped to his wrist. rich boy. drives a beemer. good hair, stupid highlights. there's a tube of burt's bees cherry lip balm in the center console and a days old energy drink in the cupholder.

"hmmm, the front bottoms," he decides at last, after staring at steve for what must have been an uncomfortably long time.

"i'm sorry?"

"i said, the front bottoms."

"is that a... what's the word... a euphemism?"

"no, steeeeve. it's a band. check 'em out sometime, your daddy issues'll thank you. do you like music, steve?"

"sure."

eddie clicks his tongue. "smells like bullshit. no one who likes music says sure when someone asks if they like music."

they're stopped at a stoplight. from behind the wheel, steve is studying him right back, looking him up and down, his gaze coming to rest once again on eddie's shoes on the dash.

"get your feet down," steve says, pushing at eddie's shins. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"fine, fine. so if you don't listen to music, steve, what do you listen to in this fancy bmw?"

"sports, mostly," steve shrugs. "podcasts sometimes."

"oh, boy, you are a walking red flag, aren't you? shame you're so pretty."

"well what about you? what do you listen to?"

"guess."

"i dunno, probably that metal shit. five finger whatever, or something."

eddie presses his hand to his chest. "five finger - oh, stevie, i am wounded. i wouldn't be caught dead listening to bro rock."

out of the corner of his eye, he definitely catches a smile from steve.

steve holds an aux cable out to him. "here, then. wow me. show me some real metal or whatever."

"god, i'd love to take you up on that," eddie says, huffing out a little laugh. he holds his phone up. "this sucker's been dead for hours."

this time steve's the one to click his tongue. "shame."

"truly. so what's your story, steven? what's got you out at three in the morning?"

"it's my night off," steve shrugs. "just started night shift at the hospital, trying to get used to the new sleep schedule."

"mmm, the hospital. you a nurse?"

"i am. trauma nurse."

"nice. ever see any gnarly injuries?"

"had a pretty fucked up dog bite come in the other night."

"shit."

"yeah." another stoplight, another unsubtle once over from steve. "so what about you? what do you do?"

"line cook."

steve's eyes linger on him a little longer than necessary. "oh, but i'm the walking red flag. got it."

"whoa," eddie laughs. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"i've dated line cooks. everyone's dated a line cook."

"sounds like something a slut would say, steve. craziest dick you've ever had, huh?"

"mmm."

it's not a denial.

they're getting close to eddie's building now, and that's an actual shame. because steve's cute. he needs a haircut maybe, and the stubble around his mouth and chin is just on the wrong side of five o'clock shadow, but he's got these distracting little moles along his face and neck and arm that eddie's been itching to play connect the dots with since he got in the car.

"wait, i know this building," steve says as he slows at the curb and looks at the address on his phone again. "my roommate's girlfriend lives in this building."

it clicks into place, then, for eddie.

"oh, shit! you're robin's steve!"

steve's eyebrows draw together as he gapes at eddie, and then his eyes go wide with realization. "chrissy's ed?"

"eddie," he corrects. "gotta be a level twenty friend to call me ed. and chrissy's the only level twenty friend i'll ever have."

"noted. good to finally meet you, man. i, uh. i guess this is you, then, huh?"

"yeah, sure is. maybe i'll see ya around." eddie goes to get out of the car.

"oh, you will," steve says, his smile lopsided and goofy. "i'll make sure of it."

"hold ya to it," eddie promises with a wink.

steve wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave as eddie walks backward on the sidewalk toward his building.

so robin's steve is cute. maybe he should have been letting chrissy set them up this whole time.

still. sports and podcasts. guy's a walking red flag. who knows, maybe they're green. eddie's never been able to see the difference anyway.

#steddie #steddie fic #bee's blurbs #idk what this is honestly #it came to me in a vision #buckingham #if you squint

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jaettps · 11 months

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"i don't believe friendship between a boy and a girl exists."

being best friend with suna rintaro for years, you didn't expect to hear those words come out of his mouth while you're sitting on your bed. you were scrolling through tiktoks each on their own phone, and you saw a video with a boy joking about being in the friendzone. you laughed and shoved your phone in his face, expecting him to find it just as funny as you did. but the only reaction you got out of him was a little grin and that sentence. the sentence that left you quite a lot puzzled.

blinking fast, you frowned and looked at him: "wh-what do you mean?"

suna took a deep breath and put his arms behind his neck, getting in a restful position. "well, biologically, we're made to procreate. so when you find someone whom you can bond with, you can't help but think of them as a potential mate."

you still didn't get it. seeing your confused expression, suna breathed loudly again and dropped the scientist-like act he put on. "one of them has got to be in love with the other."

you mantained your baffled expression for a second, then burst out laughing. because he must be kidding, right? suna raised an eyebrow and looked at you with the same face as you. "what are you laughing at?"

"well, i am not in love with you!" you joked back. then your laughter faded, as the words he just said sinked in.

suna was probably hearing the wheels in your mind turn. with excessive nonchalance, and a badly hidden smirk, he checked his phone and just said: "ah, it's gotten pretty late. 'm goin' home."

and with the biggest audacity in the world, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your cheek. then he got out of your room, leaving you with the same position and expression for about five minutes.

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koyfishh · 8 months

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Still upset about what happened to nick orz

#idk what this is honestly #i kinda just blacked out while making this #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dndads fanart #dungeons and daddies fanart #nick close #dndads s1

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honkceasar · 6 months

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Strength

#idk what this is honestly #just had a thought about how similar Vyncent’s speech was to Dakotas entire hero dilemma #I think if they talked about it they’d have a lot in common you know #jrwi #just roll with it #jrwi fanart #just roll with it fanart #just roll with it pd #jrwi pd spoilers #jrwi pd #just roll with it prime defenders #prime defenders spoilers #jrwi prime defenders #prime defenders #honkceasar

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apricusapollo · 5 months

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din "do the girls back home touch you like I do?" djarin & luke "I'm gay" skywalker

#idk what this is honestly #i'm just avoiding reading an epic georgian poem #crys' star wars hours #dinluke

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dear-buttercup · 5 months

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Kitty in a hoodie :3

Also, I have an instagram page too! You can access it right here.

Bonus:

Have this cute screenshot of our favorite sunshine boi from the episode Oblivio:

Have a nice day/evening!

#I made the bare minimum of effort on this one #kitty's cold :3 #idk what this is honestly #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #ladybug #adrien agreste #miraculous fanart #ml #ml fanart

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tmpttion · 1 year

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kang taehyun // 02.05.2002 ♡

#taehyun #kang taehyun #moasource #moacentral #wabisarah #rosieblr #usersemily #useryeonjuins #usergabz #usermygenesis #.mine #.gfx #<3 #kpop gfx #gfx #happy taehyun day !!#idk what this is honestly #i didnt want to make a profile sheet(? and this is the result of that #i feel like the order is wrong and the second one should be the last but visually i think it looks better in the middle so it'll stay there

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sommerregenjuniluft · 7 months

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@jegulus-microfic - september 19 - content - 770 words 🐈‍⬛

This doesn’t happen to Regulus. It never should have.

He’s good at this normally.

Knows perfectly well how to switch back and forth between animagus and human form, he’s practiced it often enough.

Apparently though, when under extreme stress it’s a different story.

Regulus has miscalculated and it pisses him off.

He’s trapped in a fucking broom closet and he can’t get fucking out.

Regulus doesn’t do confined spaces.

They make him itch, his breath coming in difficult, insufficient little puffs and feeling all sorts of helpless. Little heart pounding wildly in his chest, hammering against his sternum.

He’s meowing pitifully, scratching at the door, the scared animal not caring how ashamed Regulus feels by the action, by needing someone else’s help.

And then, “Shh, listen, Moons.”

“Yes, we got her. Good fucking job, congratulations, now let’s go.”

“No, wait—” a small scuffle, “That’s not Ms Norris.”

“I think if we would have accidentally trapped Minnie we would know by now. She’d have blasted that fucking door down not a second later and had our arses in detention faster than you could utter Borgin and Burks.”

A pause and Regulus knows those voices, his brother’s stupid best friends, but the panicked feline doesn’t care as long as it gets out. So he keeps meowing then, nails digging in the wooden door, hoping they’ll let him out.

“Just– I’m telling you, Moony.”

An exasperated sigh, “Fine, go check and get your eyes clawed out. I’m heading for Sirius now, we told him we’ll not be far off.”

“Sure, go meet him and Wormtail, but tell Pads to keep an eye on the mirror.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Footsteps and then a spell mumbled against the lock of the old door. Opened a small slit and Regulus immediately sticks his nose out, trying to get his head through the opening. Another pitiful whine when the door doesn’t give and then pawing through the slit, nails out.

“Oh, poor baby,” and Regulus stills.

The door opens and before Regulus has time to sprint away he’s grabbed under his armpits and hauled up into warm arms.

Laid on his back, belly up, and that just– no fucking way.

Regulus frantically tries to wiggle out of the hold, clawing at the skin and through the shirt by the chest but then there’s a grunt from above and a grip on his neck, tightening and Regulus thinks he lets out a small squeak of sorts before he’s held an arm’s length away by his cuff, suspended in the air.

Chestnut brown eyes squinting at Regulus, bottom lip sticking out in a pout and Regulus can see where he must’ve gotten James on his jaw, a small red line, lined with little dots of blood.

Regulus lets out a small snarl and James of all things starts fucking smiling.

“Feisty little thing, huh?” carefully brings Regulus closer again and he wants to keep clawing at him, adorn his stupidly handsome face with more cuts. Having the satisfaction of sitting at breakfast in the Great Hall tomorrow morning and watching all the other students fawn over him when Regulus knows he’s the one that put those marks there.

But he can’t fucking move, body lax and legs curled up to his body loosely. All he can do is keep growling in the back of his throat, aiming for threatening but it comes out high-pitched and sounding like a small fucking kitten.

“Oh, yeah, dangerous little thing you are,” James chuckles amused then brings him back in his arms and starts scratching behind Regulus’ ear and then under his chin and—

Oh.

Oh, fuck yeah, that’s kind of– mm, yes.

It feels good, very pleasant and it makes Regulus’ small body all tingly and warm. He rubs his head into the crook between the arm and chest, giving more access and demanding more attention.

A snicker from above and Regulus vehemently pushes the knowledge of who it belongs to away, much too content as he is feeling right now to let anything destroy his delusion.

“Mm, right there, hey?” nails raking through Regulus’ satiny black, short furr, “Oh, that’s a good boy.”

Regulus’ inner human glares daggers in offense and wants to fire all kinds of jinxes and hexes off at the older boy.

Feline Regulus though… feline Regulus fucking purrs.

He’s a mess.

This is his lowest point in life.

It can only go upwards from here, Regulus is sure.

And like most times in his miserable life is immediately proved wrong by the universe when next morning he wakes up sprawled over James’ naked chest in Gryffindor Tower.

In human form.

#animagus regulus #his kitten form is not immune to scratchies #idk what this is honestly #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #lune’s tiny fic

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lavenderhazes · 2 years

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Photographs by Sebastian Kim

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #mine #graphic #idk what this is honestly #taylorswiftedit #do we still use #candy swift #idk

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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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I would love a guy with a breeding kink but he’s WAY more into it than I am, like it’s more for his benefit than mine.

he’s pounding into you, his hand on the base of your throat, not squeezing, just a reminder. and his hips are hitting into yours painfully, he’s in your ear, groaning filth- or.. he’s trying. “Oh I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, doll. Gonna get you nice an- and round for me.” His thrusts slow, his hips trembling against yours when they meet. “I’m gonna get you pre-“ He whines into your neck and his hips freeze. “pregnant. m’gonna get you-“

his eye roll back into his head as he groans against your neck, pouring all his cum into you. his mind is racing, picturing you filling up with his seed and getting pregnant with his kid. he can’t help the ocean of cum that’s filling you’d sensitive pussy, the more he thinks about it the more cum he produces. “m’so sorry, baby. jus’ wanna get you pregnant s’bad, mama”

“fuck, there’s so much. gonna take it all? use it to give me a baby, sweetheart?”

#idk what this is honestly #this was written with bucky barnes in mind #i wanted to just get this outta my system 😭#nsft txt #nsft text #nsft #smut #mini smut #blurb #imagine #my thoughts #my thots

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hisfearlesshaz · 1 year

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Walls came out three years ago.. 🥺✨

More under the cut :)

I just KNOW that FITF is the younger sister that organises a surprise party and Wall is the older that DOESN'T like surprises but indulger for her lil sis <3

#tracksintheam #trackinghome #hlcreators #louis tomlinson #walls anniversary #?????#fanart #mine #idk what this is honestly #:)#i completely forgot about the anniversary everyone say thank you naga for reminding meeeeeee #<3333

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