#ehehehe ily

[hungharrington]

i’m almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which i’m chronically insecure about). it’s made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or “doing it wrong”. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader it’s okay and that they’re doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)

hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses don’t matter too much til they’re with someone you’re rlly sweet on so i wouldn’t sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

You’re on your couch and in Steve’s lap and worried about just about everything. 

Steve’s being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. He’s watching you closely, unaware he’s just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurity— it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone. 

“You okay?” He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lip— strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesn’t care. 

You nod but don’t say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isn’t making you shy.

“Yeah,” you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. “Just- just wanna like—“ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. “I wanna get this right.” 

A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. It’s warm— every part of him is glowing warm. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can get this wrong,” He admits, awfully sincere about it. 

It’s the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and he’d still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him. 

You don’t know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry? 

Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity. 

“I mean,” you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, “If there is, I’m sure I’ll find it. I haven’t, uh, exactly done this… too much.”

“That’s fine,” Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours. 

“No, Steve,” you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. “I mean, like… like ever.” 

Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then he’s smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now he’s taken your fourth kiss too. 

You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine. 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, sounding like he really means it. 

“It is?” 

“It’s great. You’re great.” He kisses you again—your fifth— so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy. 

Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so you’re straddling him properly. He’s warm, so warm— and so freakin’ nice to you. 

“You don’t find it weird?” You can’t help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him. 

“Weird?” Steve echoes. “Are you kidding me? It’ll take more than that to freak me out.” 

One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach. 

“It’s—I mean it’s kind of, like, a little embarrassing, don’t you think?” You continue, voice a little breathier than before. You’re not sure what you’re trying to convince of him of— you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Steve’s lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches. 

“Are you feeling embarrassed?” 

One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but don’t answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you aren’t. He isn’t making you embarrassed but you are, just a little. 

Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. “Hey. You shouldn’t be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we can— we can like stop—“ 

“No.” You cut in, God, now you’re seriously giving him the wrong idea. “No, oh my god, I sound so stupid- it’s not you— Steve—“ 

He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment. 

“Great.” He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. “Cos you don’t need to be.” He kisses your mouth again, seven. “All you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay? 

You like the sound of that— adore the way he’s so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, “Okay,” and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce. 

[the-grimm-writer]

Shuji ordering around a model, telling her to bend more, arch more, show that ass more… I think you’ve awakened something in me

Tw: abuse of power, hint of noncon at the end, fem reader.

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"Come on, sweetheart. Stop being so modest." Shuji drawled out, lazily leaning back against the wall with his camera in his hands.

You huffed in annoyance, getting out of the position you were in and crossed your arms, standing in front of a white backdrop. "You're really calling me modest in this outfit?"

He sighed, shaking his head in faux disappointment. He set his camera on the tripod before he walked over to you as he spoke, sneakily pressing the record button as he went by.

"Anyone can. You look like a fish out of water. You're too innocent. You have a pretty face, but that's not the only thing people wanna see. I'm just trying to help you out here."

You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping back when he got closer to you. He was the worst. First, he made you change into a ridiculously revealing outfit. Then he made you get into provocative poses, but none of them were ever good enough for him. You were sick of it.

"If I knew that this was how it was going to be, I'd have never accepted this gig." You snapped at him.

Shuji smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't you want to be one of those models you see in all those little magazines?" He asked, circling around you like a lion sizing up its prey.

You hesitantly nodded your head as he reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair before he tugged on it. Your stomach churned as you eyed the tattoos on his hands.

"Good girl. I'm just helping, you know. You should get used to this." He stopped behind you and grabbed your waist. "This is what you signed up for the moment you stepped in here."

He chuckled darkly when you whimpered as his hands ran up and down the curves of your body. His breath was hot and heavy on your neck as he pressed himself against you, forcing you to feel the bulge in his pants.

You gasped, your back against his hard chest as he reached down and started tugging the little dress he'd put you in off, his other hand wrapping around your neck.

"Don't worry, baby. By the time I'm done with you, the whole world is gonna know your name."

[inquisimer]

pspspsps

[xayspancakeee]

a demon’s roar.

his little red ears, eeeeep. (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧

bunny, your cute is showing. ♥️

[buttered-toasty]

I can’t fix him but I could make him goth.

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I just know in my soul modern Maglor would be the most morose goth ever.

[lonely-north-star]

Hi, Lupe! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you weren't feeling well, so I wanted to send something your way. I hope this little fic brings you some comfort and I hope you get some much needed rest soon! 🫶

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Solomon was in the kitchen when he heard the front door open and close. He’d been waiting for you to return from your duties, so to keep himself occupied, he decided to sneakily prepare something special for dinner in the meantime. He half-expected you to come in and scold him for being in the kitchen; he was making quite a bit of racket with his stew gurgling loudly and him rummaging through the utensil drawer. Though when you never barge into the kitchen, he knows something’s off. 

With that thought gnawing worry in his mind, he instantly turns on his heel and heads into the hallway quickly in search of you. Luckily, you’re in the first place he pokes his head into — the common room. 

You’re sprawled out on the couch as if you were boneless. An arm is thrown up over your forehead, your eyes shut tight beneath it, indicating restlessness, while shallow breaths fill the otherwise quiet area. He watches for another moment just studying how worn-out you look, validating his worry. 

“Are you alright?” he asks gently.  

You let out a sigh while moving your arm to peek out from under it, seeing him approach you with caution. “Long day. Everything aches.” 

Solomon’s expression shifts, his eyebrows furrowing as he kneels beside the couch. “Would you like to define ‘everything?’” 

There’s a beat of silence as you wrestle with being honest with him or sparing him the details so he doesn’t fuss over you. Though, the moment you meet his eyes which are just begging to be let in, you relent. “I was on my feet a lot today, so pretty much everything from the waist down hurts,” you sigh again before continuing, “my knees, my ankles, my feet, even my back are all in pain.” 

He hums in thought. “I see…” He reaches out to thread your fingers together, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand in a soothing motion. “Let me take care of that for you.” 

Before you can protest, not that you think you would right now anyway, he begins chanting under his breath, speaking a spell into existence. The sound of the low, familiar timbre of his voice does wonders for your exhausted mind while a golden tendril of magic curls from your clasped hands snaking up along your arm to follow the shape of your body to slowly move downwards towards the areas you had mentioned before. Once the magic gathers in bunches around your waist, knees, ankles, and feet it constricts into tighter weaves before giving way to a bright rainbow glow, the color you know to be his magic. The spell then fades, dissolving into your clothes and skin until the pain begins to subside.

Solomon brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it while eyeing you for any discomfort. “How do you feel now?” 

“Better.” You release the deep breath you’d been holding in to help brace from the aching, and the frown you’d been sporting melts into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Solomon.”

He smiles too, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders now that you’re no longer in any distress. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do this time and time again if it meant you peace of mind…and body.” he adds with a chuckle. You chuckle as well, giving his hand a light squeeze in acknowledgement to his sweet words. 

Now that your mind isn’t clouded with discomfort and fatigue, the smell that assaults your nose makes you grimace involuntarily. Then your eyes widen in realization. 

“Wait- you weren’t in the kitchen, were you?” There’s a notable wariness in your voice as you ask. 

“Perhaps,” he says with a twinkle of warmth in his eyes. “I decided I’d surprise you with dinner this evening so you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

Your eye twitches. “Solomon…” 

He quickly adds, hearing the rising tone of your voice. “I think it speaks to our connectivity that I knew you’d be too tired to want to cook tonight.” 

“Solomon…” The urgency grows in both of you.

“I love you?” Solomon smiles sheepishly, hoping that’s enough to mitigate your growing frustration at him. 

Luckily, it works, and you let out a soft humored breath. “I love you too. But what exactly-“

A loud explosion cuts you off that shakes the whole dormitory, startling both of you. Solomon glances between the threshold of the common room and your face as he realizes his mistake. He swallows thickly. “Oops… I must’ve forgotten to turn the stove off when I left…”

You don’t even want to entertain what mess awaits you in the kitchen, so you level your thoughts into something positive. “At least I won’t have to stomach his cooking.”

“We can order takeout.” your voice is filled with a forced calmness that isn’t lost on Solomon. 

“Takeout. Yes.” he quickly nods in agreement before fishing for his phone in his pocket. 

SNIFFLES ??? SNIFFLIES ??!!!! JO???? eueueueu holding you AND this fic so gently 😭😭😭😭 reading it omw to work rn, I loved it so much 🥹🥹🥹 thank you 🫶

aughhhh I love silly sorcerer man he's such a sweetheart i need to squish him. not him trying to cook...

that part at the end where he's like "i love you?" As a last resort is so funny and so real, but also me too akdjwjw

[pawsnifferpup]

nvm what i said abt not being into petplay the more i scroll through your blog the more i accept my darkest most twisted hidden desires (being puppy) and urges (getting headpats). that's your fault (thank you)

you're so real!! i'm very very good at infecting people with my kinks i've learned. usually it's opening them up to tickling but no thanks needed on making you realize that you're such a good puppy!!!! <3

[scarameownya]

i have been following you for a bit and wanted to say i got into crk because of you (having an absolute blast btw). i recently ran into shadow milk cookie in beast yeast for the first time and was like “hey, that’s nick’s guy!” so yeah, just wanted to say i thought of you when i saw him and that i hope you’re having a good day/hanging in there okay ❤️ /gen/lh

"that's nick's guy!"

AUAGAHSGHAGA THATS SO CUTE OMGGG UWAHHH :"[[[ that means so much omg the fact that you thought of me while seeing him and that fact that youre enjoying the game !!! uuuuu anon i love you so so so much !!! whats your server ?? if we're the same server we can exchange id ehehehe <333

[hawkemutt]

I would hit because you’re insufferably cute

batting my eyelashes and kicking my feet so cutely :3c teehee!

[qulizalfos]

pssssssst heyy guys . what if we all went and wished wayli @wayward-sherlock a happy birthday.... if u haven't already...............

[infamouzsky]

Just a silly little thing I thought you should know; I loosely based one of my new dnd characters off your Lamb design!! It's mainly the hair I took most inspiration from, I hope that's okay, hehe

OUH IM HONORED TO KNOW,,,!! Aaaa I feel rlly happy when I inspire others with my art, thank chu for sharing with me,, ;w; <3

Also Id like to see how ur character looks if thats okay! Now Im curious :o

[lonelypersonhere]

YOU

YOURE MY FRIEND NOW

YIPPEE FRIEND!!

HIHIHI

[hyuuukais]

HI LAKE HI!!! REMINDER TO: DRINK SOME WATER GO AHEAD AND DO A STRETCH OR TWO & GIVE BENJI A BIG OLE SMOOCH FOR ME 🩵🩵🩵

sipping on some ice tea 😋 stretched and crunched in my shoulder and hips 🧘 gave benji a biiiiig smooch for u 😙🐰

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

AW SHIT ITS TIME! Who wants style smut? What on earth have I created. Here’s

Slippery When Wet

[that-one-xachster]

couldn't find your ask box so here we go pooks @nyxlai

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

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[icyfox17]

for your wip game!! <3

9. Untitled Document

12. evil call uh oh

27. buddie,,,, oops eddie got hurt who did thaaat

9. Ohohoho this is a fun one, i got the idea and then proceeded to get very distracted and never wrote it BUTTT basically it's an idea where Bobby dies and then wakes up in another universe where he is Buck's bio dad/adopted dad (have not decided yet)

The one line i have written is

“Bobby, Bobby I still need you—” Buck’s voice gets franticer as he pulls at Bobby's chest.

This au is gonna fuck me up toms ‼️‼️

12. THIS ONEEE IS INSPIRED BY ELEMENTARY!!!

Idk how many spoilers u want uhm. But there's a scene that happens in the last season that FUCKS ME UPPP and I've literally been meaning to rewrite it ever since i watched it. The og plan was to rewrite it as halcyon actually!! And i do actually have the beginning of that written somewhere... But this one's 911 hehehee. A lawsuit wip where buck and bobby are fighting and athena tells bobby to call buck so they can properly talk but bobby uh... Well, I'll let the snippet speak for itself:)

The phone rings and Buck rolls over, unsure of who’d be calling him. He’s almost expecting it to be his lawyer but he doubts he works this late into the evening. He sent the rest of the team a mass text about the lawsuit yesterday and hasn’t heard anything since the initial response. He doesn’t want to think about the other option left and so he looks at his phone before he can question anything else. Captain Pops When he sees the contact name, all of his emotions become so much bigger. Of course, it’s him. Buck stares at the phone with frustrated tears in his eyes. He doesn’t want to talk to Bobby. He doesn’t want to be reminded of just how bad things are. Ignoring the fact that they shouldn’t even be talking legally, he’s so fucking hurt and angry that he can’t picture anything good coming from this conversation. But at the same time— Buck also fucking misses Bobby. He misses what they had before and a small, foolish part of him hopes that they can get it again. He also wants to know why. Buck doesn’t understand where Bobby’s coming from and as scared he is of hearing it, he desperately wants to know. Buck answers the call one ring before it goes to voicemail. “Bobby?” “Hi, is this Buck?” A voice that is decidedly not Bobby’s answers, and Buck immediately sits up in bed, a bad feeling stirring in his stomach. “Uh, yes. May I ask who this is?” Buck’s heart starts to pound and the feeling of wrong, wrong, wrong builds. “I’m uhm,” the person stumbles over their words and this time Buck can hear distant voices in the background. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I uh. Your dad got shot.”

27. This is crow's gift fic !! Which I plotted like. Uhm. Within a month of Crow starting the show which is over half a year ago now but GDJDJD IT'S FINEEE IT'S FINEEEE it's an au where eddie can phase through walls n stuff and used to be an assassin. Everyone else is a normal firefighter and does not know about Eddie's past but Uh Oh. Someone from Eddie's past finds him and id reveal shenanigans andddd all that fun stuff !!!

They used to call him the Ghost. With the ability to physically change the density of his molecules, he’s able to shift through walls and floors as though they’re nothing. He haunted his targets, appearing in flashes and teetering them to the brink of insanity before he finally pulled the trigger—psychological warfare being used just as much as physical violence. He was one of the most effective assassins out there, and that had been before he had gained powers. With his abilities, none of his targets had ever stood a chance. Now though. Now he’s just known as Eddie, beloved firefighter of the 118 and father of Christopher, the best kid in the world. “Hey Eddie, can I take Chris to the planetarium next week when you have the double shift, or do you want to join us?” Buck asks, shoving his phone in Eddie’s face where he is trying to eat his dinner. The phone screen is of what Eddie assumes is the planetarium’s website, a slideshow of all the exhibits they have currently going on.