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[sparklemichele]

Kissing On My Tattoos Part 8

KOMT Masterlist

Everything was a blur. People started to fill up your bedroom as Calvin called family and Mary the PR coordinator. They were trying to talk to you to make you feel better, but you only heard noise.  Mary called all major smut publications and internet news source and told them Tom Hardy will sue them if they chose to publish the pictures. Your phone was ringing off the hook as Charlotte had also leaked your number and people were calling for comments. By the end of the day it looked like everything would be alright and you guys were ahead of the situation when Calvin got a Google alert. He gasped when he looked at the alert. An online publication not caring about the warning, published the photos. You wanted to die. The pictures were now for everyone to see. Tom called you immediately.

“I’m sorry love. I will go after that site with everything I got. I’m also moving out. Charlotte knows she fucked up. Do you want to press charges?”

“No Tom she is pregnant. I don’t want her having your baby in jail.” You sighed with fatigue.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. What’s done is done. I’m just tired of the whole situation.”

Your next call was your boss who in the most tactful way told you that you were fired. You knew you would be if those pictures were leaked. You had no idea what you were going to do for income. You were glad you had a hefty savings to get you through until you could find another job. You would also if necessary, lean on Tom for financial help. As the day came to an end you crawled in bed holding your stomach. Calvin asked if you wanted to see the pictures and you told him no. Mary had already reached out and told them to take them down or Tom would sue. By the end of the day they were down but it did not matter. What was once on the internet stays on the internet. No telling how many people had saved the photos to their phone. You closed your eyes and cried yourself to sleep.

Months later

 “It’s really nice Tom.” You smiled into the Facetime screen as Tom showed you around his new flat, he rented. He and Charlotte was officially separated but that didn’t stop her from calling you and yelling obscenities. You had to change your number twice due to her. You had not really looked for a job as you were soon going to give birth and you wanted to stay home with your baby girl. You were pleasantly surprised that you did get a few offers. You guess some magazines like scandals. Maybe it would draw more readers. You told them you will began talks after you had your baby. You smiled as Woody jumped on Tom’s lap as soon as he sat on his new couch. He had come to the states twice since he left but you still missed him immensely.

“I’m going to get someone to come decorate the room for our little girl. Charlotte said she doesn’t want the baby over here without her supervision.”

“Well she has that right.” You told him. “Make sure you ask me first before you and the designer make any decisions on her room.”

“I will. When will you visit London?”

“I have to get approval from my doctor. I have an appointment in a couple of weeks.”

“Ok. I’ll call you later. I drunk a shit ton of water and need to hit the loo.”

You laughed as you ended the Facetime call.

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Your doctor gave you permission to visit across the ocean, but they advise to only stay a week. You were dangerously close to your due date. You called Tom to tell him the happy news and when you would be arriving, but he had tears in his eyes when he answered the Facetime.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” You asked panicked.

“Woody died.” Tom sniffed and wiped tears from his face.

“Oh, sweetheart I am so sorry. I’m catching a flight out tomorrow to see you. Will you be okay till then?”

Tom nodded as fresh tears ran down his face. You knew how much Woody meant to Tom and you knew the loss of his beloved dog devastated him. You were glad you were going to see him tomorrow as he should not be alone. You comforted him the best you could, and he seemed better once you both hung up. You were glad you were heading to the UK tomorrow.

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You and Calvin bickered as you both carried an army of luggage through the airport. You were not surprised to see the paps following you. You ignored their invasive questions. You were glad for first class as you can stretch your aching feet. Your ankles were swollen, and you were so uncomfortable and always hot. You made yourself comfortable as best you could, ignored Calvin’s yapping and went to sleep for most of the flight.  

Tom himself met you at the airport. You saw the look of surprise when he saw Calvin with you. You might have forgot to mention that detail to him. You knew London’s press can be ruthless and you wanted your best friend with you. He greeted Calvin with a hug and pulled you in a tight embrace.

“You look so damn beautiful.”

“Thank you. How are you feeling?” You asked caressing his cheeks. You heard the shutters of the camera, but Calvin stood in their direct line of sight.

“I’m better since you are here.” Tom grabbed your luggage and escorted you to his car. Once safely inside and on his way to his apartment you asked where he buried Woody.

“I buried him in the backyard. I plan on staying at the apartment awhile.”

Finally, at his new apartment Tom was excited to show you the baby room. You had made all executive decisions on how the room would look.

“Calvin you can take the guest room.”

“Obvi.” Calvin snide rolling his eyes. Tom chose to ignore him and took you to the baby’s room. It was breath taking. You had the Disney Princess theme with the majority being Tiana from The Princess and the Frog.

“It’s beautiful Tom!” You gave him a hug and a kiss on the lips. Tom gave you a toothy grin.  Tom’s cell rung and he excused himself to answer it. You busied yourself in your daughter’s room looking at all the stuff he brought. Your child would not want for anything. You sat in the rocking chair he brought and rocked yourself.

“This is cute!” Calvin squealed when he walked in the room.

“It is isn’t it. I love it.”

Tom entered the room. “That was my mum. She wants us over for dinner.”

You tried your best to hide your lack of desire to have dinner with his parents. You knew you would have to meet them eventually, but you were hoping it would not be this trip. You must have not done a good job hiding your emotions because Tom said you didn’t have to go.

“I will go. I need to meet them eventually. I just know how much they love Charlotte.”

“It will be ok. They know how much I love you and will not do anything to upset me.”

“Ok.” You got up from the rocking chair.

“Show me the rest of the place.” You told Tom taking his hand. Tom was all smiles as he showed you and Calvin his new home.

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You were a nervous wreck on the way to his parent’s house. You wish you could take something for your anxiety. They seemed pleasant enough as they greeted you and Calvin and escorted you to their living room.

“Have a seat while I finish up in the kitchen.” Tom’s mother Elizabeth told you as she eyes your stomach. You found you and Calvin were not the only guest as Tom hugged a man that was already in the living room.

“Y/N, Calvin this is my friend Greg. Greg this is Y/N and Calvin.”

Greg shook Calvin’s hand and hesitantly shook yours. You could tell instantly he was not a fan of yours. You had a feeling this will be a long dinner. Greg held a conversation with Calvin and Tom and ignored you. You just sat back willing yourself not to get a headache. Maybe you should not have come. Tom’s father Chips came in the living room telling you all dinner was ready. You sighed as you knew you were leaving one torturous situation for another. You sat between Tom and Calvin. You needed the shield of the two men in your life you loved.

“So, you are having a girl I hear.” Chips directed at you.

“Yes, we are.” Tom answered for you. You all engaged in as pleasant but strain conversation.

You were starting to become very self-conscious the way Tom’s mother was looking at you. You wondered did she give Charlotte the same stare down when she got with Tom. Tom and Charlotte also got together due to infidelity so why the fuck was she giving you the side eye and not her son. You noticed Greg was side eyeing you too. Chips was the only one who seemed genuinely happy for you and Tom. You were seriously uncomfortable during dinner. You were ready to go and told Tom you were tired. Tom relayed to his parents that he needed to get you home.

“No dessert?” Elizabeth asked eyeing you suspiciously.

“No mum we need to go.” Tom told her as he got up from the table.

“Well let me pack you some. Maybe you can eat it later.” Elizabeth got up from the table and headed to the kitchen. You got up also and told Tom you will be waiting in the living room. You needed to breathe. You sat on the couch and let out a long sigh. You closed your eyes and rubbed your belly.

“I saw your nudes. Not classy at all.”

Your eyes opened to find Greg in the living room. You let out another sigh.

“What do you want?” You were done biting your tongue and trying to be nice.

“I don’t think you and Tom should be to together. It’s not right.”

You got up from the couch and walked up to Greg.

“Does Tom know how you feel? Did you tell him you were looking at nude pictures of the mother of his child?”

“The whole world has most likely seen those pics.” Greg defended.

“You didn’t answer my question. You are his friend. You should not have clicked on the pictures!” You noticed your voice was raising. “What’s going on here?” Tom asked walking into the living room holding a plastic food container. Calvin walked in too carrying a container as well.

“Nothing.” Greg quickly said as he backed up away from you.

“Y/N?” Tom looked at you. “Your voice was raised. Did he say something to you?” You can see Tom getting upset as he looked at Greg.

“No. Everything is fine Tom.” You lied. Tom looked back at Greg and Greg gave Tom a hug to reassure him.

Fuckin asshole!

Calvin eyes you with pursed lips. He knew something was up. Tom’s parents entered the living room to say goodbye.

“It was nice meeting you.” Elizabeth said giving you a strain hug. Why did she even bother you thought to yourself. Chips hug was more genuine, and he made you smile. Tom hugged his parents as you and Calvin eased your way to the front door.

“You have to tell me what happen.” Calvin whispered in your ear. You nodded. Greg walked up to Calvin and shook his hand.

“It was nice meeting you mate.” He said. He looked at you and extended his hand. You ignored it, turned around and opened the door to exit the house. Tom was coming up behind Greg and did not notice the exchange.

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You sighed with relief once you all were heading back to Tom’s place.

“I know something went on with you and Greg. Are you going to tell me?” Tom asked looking over at you quickly before his eyes were back on the road.

“No.” You told him. Tom started to interject but you told him you did not want to talk about it, and he let the matter go for now. You turned your head to look out the window. You could not help but smile as you knew if you told Tom he would go off on Greg. It felt good to know you could hurt Greg if you wanted to. You would hold on to what transpired between you two until you needed it. Tom grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your hand. You turned around and looked at him.

“I love you.” You told him squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” He kissed your hand again and your smile widened.

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

Hello!! Could you please do a genderfluid Loki and a confident fat femme reader fic? Just Loki loving on her and her body. Lots of fluff and some suggestive content 😏😏 but no actual smut plss 😣😣😅😅 and please don't make loki 'change their sex' just use al pronouns on them 💞💞☺️☺️

Thank you!!! 💞💞💞

Hope you like it!

Having Loki loving you and your body includes:

-Their love language being physical touch so anytime you’re around them, their hands are either cupping your face and delicate kisses are being spread all over it, or you find yourself embraced in a gentle hug that always lifts your spirits

-Loki making sure that they voice how beautiful you are, writing you the cutes notes and poems and leaving them all around objects you use the most or placing them on your pillow

-What you love the most is when the two of you are either cuddled up on the couch or in your shared bedroom and the God of Mischief takes the time to run their hands all over your body, gently cupping, squeezing and caressing your soft and delicate skin, gently patting your butt or big thighs all while whispering how much they love you in your ear

-They don’t miss any of your intimate parts, making sure that your wonderful breasts are given all the attention they need and deserve

-When the two of you are in bed, it only takes a few minutes before you’re lying on your back, your nightdress/shirt already thrown on the floor and your legs being spread, Loki’s fingers spoiling your wet folds with his thumb and index finger while whispering how sensational you feel, taste and smell

-It gets to the point where you can’t go through the day without the sensual and delicate touches of your love, craving them after a shitty ass day or needing them when you reach a low point and no one can lift your spirits besides Loki

-Your confidence also shoots through the roof which Loki loves witnessing and being proud that he’s a good influence to you. They can’t help but smile and grin when his compliments and touches encourage you to dress however you want, do whatever you want and stick up for yourself when someone feels the need to rude or disrespectful to you (not that Loki wouldn't even hesitate to defend you but he knows that you are a beautiful black woman who can stand their ground)

-A part of you actually loves the fact that Loki can’t keep his hands off you, he doesn’t feel any shame or shyness when the two are in public; When they want to give you a sensual kiss, he will god dammit!

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[laketaj24]

Clingy: Henry Cavill

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a little drabble while I had some time! Domesticated, kind of size kinky fluff! Lol, Hope you enjoy it! I tried to add everyone who asked to my taglist; if I forgot, hit my inbox.(gif via google search)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Henry Cavill Masterlist

“You want to watch a few movies today?”

Silence. Henry cocked his brow and continued into the kitchen. He’d been awkward ever since he came from your bedroom.

Unbothered, you took the warm clothes from the dryer and peeked your head into the kitchen. “Is that a yes? They have like three new movies on Prime?”

“Again, he did not answer you. The pots clanged in the sink, water started, and the mumbling emerged from the kitchen. What in the fuck was he mad about?

“You can ignore me if you want; I really don’t give a damn.” You slammed the door to the dryer and pressed a few buttons to get the cycle started.

Henry rarely got mad, but you had to play detective to find out the reason when he did. He had no issue ignoring you, and more importantly, he was better at remaining quiet than you. You tended to talk to over him instead of waiting for his response; therefore, you always won the arguments.

The investigation began in your room; everything seemed to be in place except your phone. The iPhone lay on your bed, the screen still lit, and messages even up.

Ariyah: Girl, you should come over tonight. Leave H and bring tea.

You: Girl, you know I can’t leave this big baby anywhere. Plus, we have plans.

Ariyah: Fine, I don’t understand how a man that sexy can be that annoyingly clingy.

You: He’s my Henry, it ain’t for you to understand. lmao

Ariyah: Girl Bye.

You laughed silently. Ariyah and Henry never got along. This definitely seemed to be the reason he was ignoring you. It takes a few minutes, but you change, sliding on his jersey and the boy shorts underwear that fits you just right. You had no intentions of allowing him to mope around the entire evening.

“Henry.” You smile, rounding the corner with a smile on your face. “You read my messages?”

“Yep, that’s what your clingy boyfriend does.” He refused to look back, but you didn’t really care as you moved across the floor and wrapped your arms around Henry’s toned waist.

Lightly your hands travel up his pecs to his arms, and you rest your head on his back, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne. “Ignore Ariyah.”

“I do not like her.”

“I know, but she’s my best friend, and you are too, so you two are gonna fight. It’s normal.”

“am I clingy?”

How did you answer this without hurting his feelings? You breathed and turned him towards you. You’re met with the longish brown curls falling to his face and the rigid jawline that clearly gave away he was not amused by you in his jersey.

“No, you are attached, but I am too.”

The dramatic roll of his eye is paired with a slightly more dramatic walk out of the kitchen into the laundry room. The blue tank top hung from his body, revealing those muscled arms and flexing neck veins. He was sincerely upset.

“I do not think you are clingy, Henry. There, I said it, not to suffice you but to let you know that I am sincere in my thoughts and I love you.” You grinned and caught up to him with a few skips. You hold your hands up and guard the washer. “You are not washing these clothes until you forgive her or me.”

“How about neither?” Henry lifted you up and set you aside as if you weighed nothing. “Let me start this laundry; we start filming tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna leave home upset with me?” You pouted, pooching your bottom lip out and folding your arms across your chest. “Fine.” You attempt to march past him, but he holds his arm out and looks down at you. “What?”

“I am only clingy because I am gone three weeks out of the month, and dreaming of you is not quite the same as feeling you next to me. Hearing your laughter in my dreams sounds nothing like you right beside me. Picturing you beneath me moaning is nothing like the real thing. I am clingy because I love you.” Suppressing the smile is impossible as he crowds your space pinning you closer to the wall. “So the next time she calls me clingy, just remember it’s because I can’t have you any time I want.”

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[brattyfics]

drunk dialing | writer wednesday

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!OFC

Summary: Angel's ex-girlfriend gives him a call one night when she has too much to drink.

Tags: Angst, Toxic!Angel, Unresolved Feelings, Alcohol Consumption.

Word Count: 1.5k

1:16.

“She doesn’t need anymore.”

The words barely register over the hustle and bustle of the packed sports bar. Basketball reruns play on the television, old school r&b blaring over the loudspeakers. The bartender takes one look at Summer and the way her frame is slumped over just slightly, the way her dark brown eyes have glazed over, and nods his agreement. From their places on barstools, her friends thank him, not-so-subtly sneaking glances at Summer from the corners of their eyes. She can’t bring herself to care. They don’t understand. She’s drowning in the liquor but also an ocean of misery. The waves steadily pull her down further at each turn.

No one understands, so she takes special care to savor the dark amber liquid as it burns her from the inside out.

2:29.

Last call in the state of California is 1:30 am for any establishment that sells alcohol. Businesses like the bar that so graciously hosts Summer and her friends can stay open later, and they usually do. Most patrons abide by state law, using the time to sober up by stuffing themselves with greasy foods-- pizza, fries, chicken wings. Instead of drinking, they make plans to come back and meet up with the strangers they have become fast friends with or say goodbye to their college buddies in town for the weekend.

If You Think You’re Lonely Now plays as patrons began to shuffle out. Summer hums along.

If you think you’re lonely now, huh

Wait until tonight, girl (If you think you’re lonely now)

I’ll be long gone (You just wait until tonight girl)

And you’ll never find another man that’ll treat ya’ right

And then there are the lonely.

The ones at the bar every evening without fail, using it as home in place of the one they lack. They slide the servers bribes, crisp and crumpled twenty dollar bills across the bar top. She watches with tired eyes as they slide shot glasses back in exchange. Summer thinks she would try her luck if it weren’t for the mother hens watching over her with careful eyes. Her friends-- Aliyah, Jasmine, and Nia already think she’s a ticking time bomb. The last thing she needs to do is give them the ammunition they need to call her an alcoholic.

3:34.

It takes a while for the bar to clear out. Nia has to use the bathroom at the last minute, complaining about it being filthy when she returns. Jasmine mutters an obviously while Summer pitifully sips the last remnants of her drink. The melted ice cubes ruin it, she can’t taste the bourbon at all, but every little drop counts, right?

Summer refuses the hand offered to her by Aliyah as they stumble out into the parking lot. Aliyah hovers with her arms poised to catch her just in case. Nia absentmindedly plays a card game on her phone behind them, and Jasmine heads up the group, her keys noisily jingling as she swings them back and forth. She’s the designated driver and the only one sober enough to drive.

It’s a typical summer night in California, dry but cold and windy, so they quicken their pace. With every step, Bobby Womack’s crooning is stuck on replay in Summer’s mind. The lyrics resonate with her…

When it’s cold outside who are you holding?

...and she’s about to voice her thoughts when she sees it.

“Is that a phone booth?!” The words come out more hysterical than probably they should. Sure, it’s been like ten years since she’s seen one in person, and she didn’t know they still existed, so she’s a little excited and a lot drunk, but it’s just a phone booth. One that’s narrow and brightly lit in the midnight blue of the night. Aliyah, who forgot her glasses at home, squints at the white blob until she can make out its shape.

“I think it is.” She sounds a little mystified herself, and that’s all the encouragement Summer needs in her state. One minute she’s cheesing wide, and the next, she’s sprinting across the street towards the phone booth, giggling and tugging her short dress down the whole way.

The girls yell after her, but she tunes them out, snatching the ice cold phone off the hook. She’s even more enamored when she pulls the heavy metal to her ear and hears the dial tone.

It works!

High heels click loudly behind her. Summer turns just in time to see the girls come to a stop behind her, out of breath and unamused. Jasmine leans over and rests her forearms on her knees. “What the hell?” She hisses, glaring daggers at her friend. Summer ignores her, punching the chunky silver buttons like she’s in a trance. Even inebriated, she knows them by heart. One number after the other, she dials the one person she knows she shouldn’t.

Angel Reyes.

She vaguely registers her friends telling her to put the phone down. She knows that she’s making a mistake, but the armor she wears to protect herself from the world is too heavy. She strips it away, her inhibitions lowered. All she wants is him.

Ring...

“She’s been drinking. We should do something.” Sweet Aliyah is always the voice of reason. Nia sounds bored and over the situation. “This is so dumb.” Jasmine tugs on her arm. “Come on. You’re drunk.”

Ring…

“There’s no harm in a phone call, right?” Aliyah says, but her voice is shaky. She’s wrong, and they all know it.

Ri--

“Hello?” The reception is shitty, and the volume in the earpiece low, but with one word, Summer’s hooked all over again. She doesn’t say anything for several moments, the sound of her harsh breathing the only thing that transmits. There’s a long, tense moment where Summer tries to convince herself to hang up, but then Angel says, “Baby, is this you?” She hates the sob she releases into the phone from the simple words. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth to quiet the sound. Her girlfriends freeze, unsure of what to do.

“Y-yeah, it’s me.”

“You been drinking, mami?”

“Maybe.” Summer sways, and Aliyah is there, using her arm to prop her best friend up. It’s a silent act of support, a reminder that Angel isn’t and shouldn’t be the center of her universe. She has supportive friends, a loving family. She doesn’t need him.

“Where you at? I’ll come get you.” She doesn’t need him, but she’s tempted to tell him to meet her back at Jasmine’s place. It’s only a ten-minute ride from his place, five minutes if he speeds the way she knows he does.

Speeds the way he did when she caught him at Vicki’s with Adelita. He had been acting shady for months, whispering on the phone, keeping odd hours. She had felt like a crazy woman when she put the tracker on his bike, but her intuition was validated when she saw his location. She followed him, expecting to find him with one of Vicki’s girls. Instead, she found him there with Adelita and her protruding belly, rubbing it with his large, ringed hands like a doting father. Like they were some happy fucking family.

Summer had nearly lost her mind, knocking over furniture, breaking bottles from behind the bar. Luckily for them, EZ caught her wrist and restrained her. The sight of Angel shielding that woman, protecting her when he hadn’t protected her feelings, was ingrained in her mind. Realizing that all the men she regarded highly and looked up to as older brothers and uncles had been lying, and helping Angel hide his cheating, was something she would never forget.

Being betrayed like that should have been enough to make her stop loving him, but... it just wasn’t. Summer often found herself wondering what was wrong with her. Why did she pine after a man that hurt her so badly? Sure, Angel’s handsome, and funny, and sweet, and really, really good in bed, but he’s not good. Not for Summer.

She sniffles into the phone, “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you.” She tries to will the words to be true, but the tears gliding down her face tell a different story.

“Why call me then?”

“Too much liquor.”

He snorts out a laugh but then pauses as if considering something. “Yeah, me too.” Summer swears she can make out the sound of Gilly shouting something in the background, but maybe she’s so drunk that she’s imagining things. Maybe she’s making it all up in her head because she longs for their relationship back. She always finds herself back at square one when it comes to Angel, wishing things could go back to how they were, that she could erase all the bad and keep all the good.

You see the night's the time when the needs come out

When your needs come out to breathe

And the jonesing starts and there ain't no way you can sleep, ooh

“You hurt me.” Summer doesn’t bother to hide her bitterness. She knows Angel won’t acknowledge the words because the only pain he can recognize is his own.

“Summer, why are you calling?” His voice has an edge to it this time. He’s daring her to make a decision, pick a side. Either she wants to be with him, or she doesn’t. His gruff tone, the callousness with which he says the words should make her want to turn away from him.

Instead, it makes her heart lurch.

She feels desperate to hold onto him, so she says, “'Cause I-I...I love you.”

Notes: The prompt is from @autumnleaves1991-blog Weekly Writing Challenge. Summer Walker - Drunk Dialing...LODT & Bobby Womack - If You Think You’re Lonely Now inspired this fic. Let's all pretend you don't have to pay to use a pay phone lol. Do you like to see moodboards/covers for fics? Please let me know. Hope you all enjoy!

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Up Late

Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Despite Angel’s orders you wait for him to come home

WC: 832

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my submission for @chaneajoyyy and @shaekingshitup quarantine writing challenge! I’m surprised that I got it under 1000!

Angel hung his head when he drove up and saw the light on. He told you not wait up for him, but here it is 3 in the morning and you’re still up.

Your head turned away from your laptop to the door when you heard Angel unlocking the door. When Angel’s eyes landed on you he shook his head in disappointment. In return you gave him a sheepish smile and shrugged your shoulders.

He took your coffee mug that undoubtedly was more creamer and sugar than actual coffee and set it on the table. He leaned down over you, hands on each side of the chair and kissed you all over your face while trying to admonish you. “Didn’t I tell you not to wait up?” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

Giggling, you cupped his chin to scratch his beard. “Yeah. Didn’t you also say to stop studying as well?”

Angel snuggled his face deep into your neck. “Oh, so you really wanna be in trouble?”

“Depends on what that trouble is?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“No sex for a week kind of trouble.”

You rolled your eyes at him and waved him off. “Boy, please. You can’t even last two days without this punanny.”

Angel couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He knew you had him dead to rights. Wrapping his arms around you, he picked you up, took your seat and placed you in his lap. “Why are you up this late?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Can’t sleep. I started worrying about you and then I thought studying would stop it, but then I just started worrying about you and EZ and vet school.”

“Mi dulce, what did I say about worrying about me and EZ?”

“Not to,” you pouted.

“Then start doing it.”

“But I don’t trust Galindo!” Angel tried to interrupt you, but your words trampled over his. “He’s got y’all in his mess. And then Emily’s pasty ass thinks she can have her cake and eat it too by asking EZ to do her favors! I promise you if I wouldn’t get torture to death, I would’ve decked her ass already.”

Angel playfully bit your shoulder. “Don’t worry about club business or EZ, we got this. You just keep your head in them books, so I can call you Dr. Reyes.”

“Dr. Reyes?” You repeated. “You think imma put in all that time and hard work and not be called Dr. Y/L/N? Psst, you must be out your mind. Now being called Mrs. Reyes is a different thing.”

“Oh, you wanna my old lady?” Angel had a goofy grin on his face for two reasons. 1) he knew you hated the term old lady and 2) you wanted to be his wife.

You tapped his head lightly with your fist. “I said Mrs. Reyes not old lady!”

Angel laughed as he stood up. He was gonna carry you, but when he saw your pleading eyes he knew you wanted to be carried a different way. Turning his back to you, Angel told you, “Hop on.”

Excitedly, you jumped on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, inhaling the scent of his leather kutte. “Hey, babe.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think Bishop would let me in the club? That way I can have backup when I whoop Emily’s ass.”

“This again?” Angel scoffed at your determination to beat up his brother’s high school sweetheart. “You do know that EZ is older than you. You don’t have to put on this big sis routine”

“Actually, little sisters are the ones that gets shit done, old man. Anyway answer my question. I could see it now: me with my own kutte, riding a motorcycle looking all badass, and shooting guns. Pew, pew, pew.” You pretended to shoot a gun.

Angel set you on the bed and kissed your forehead. “I was gonna say yeah, but badass bikers don’t say pew, pew, pew and get piggyback rides from their boyfriends.” He began undressing as you got under the covers.

“Whatever, you just jealous because we both know I would move through the ranks fast.”

“Yeah, babe that’s why,” Angel lazily agreed with you as he got in the bed.

Neither of you had the energy for your nightly routine of sexing each other to sleep. Instead, you just held each other, limbs intertwined.

Angel had a little bit more energy than you, so he rubbed your back to make sure you fell asleep. He knew you were stressed out between worrying about him, EZ, school, and work.

“Angel,” you called out to him half asleep, your hand cradling his cheek.

“Yes, mi amor?”

“I can’t wait to be your old lady.”

You could feel Angel’s smile against your palm before he kissed it. “Me neither.” You heard before you went to dream about your future with Mr. Angel Reyes.

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[sparklemichele]

Angel Reyes tag list

So I kind of gave in and will most likely write a Angel Reyes fic (damn him!). If you want to be tagged please add yourself to my tag list. XXOO

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Hello♥️ would you be able to write a drabble with Brad pitt with one where they meet each other's families? Maybe he meets her family or she meets his kids?

Brad meeting your family includes:

-Him being nervous af, he hopes that he’ll be greeted warmly as he loves you and wants to stay with you

-You reassuring him a few hours before your family, the gentle hug you give him quickly turning into some passionate love making. He’s able to forget his nervousness and just enjoy the delicate sensations of your body

-The two of you chuckling once it’s over, not having planned a quicky but it really helping your boo calm down

-The two of you then setting everything in the kitchen and living room, making sure that there’s enough games, foods and drinks to keep your family entertained for a few hours

-“How do I look? Should I change into the shirt you got me?”

-“Brad, you look handsome as always. Try to stay calm okay?” you gently tell him and stop yourself from kissing his worried frown off his face as the thought of him wanting to impress your family making your heart swell in your chest from pride and joy

-Your family finally arriving, greeting you with loud laughter and cackles as they get straight to spilling the most recent tea about your associates

-Brad politely standing behind you and waiting until everyone is settled and seated before he stands in the middle of the living room and starts introducing himself

-He also hands over the gifts he bought every single family member (based on your recommendation) and watches in joy how everyone (especially your parents) accept them excitedly and instantly start praising him

-Brad then hosting the family event naturally, not allowing you to move a muscle or help him with the dirty dishes. He gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek and whispers “Don’t even think about it”

-Your siblings and older cousins circle you, wanting to know every single detail about how you were able to snatch fucking Brad Pitt to yourself. You happily give them vague responses as you know your boundaries

-Brad then having a one-on-one with your parents quietly in the kitchen, telling them how much he loves you and won’t ever do anything to hurt you. He starts rambling without being aware of it but that’s just something you do to him. Your parents watch him proudly, giving each other a small nod of the head, silently communicating that you got yourself the perfect man and that they already love him

-By the time he’s done rambling, he’s embarrassed to which your mother cuts him off with a hug and voices how he’s now a part of your family

-The late afternoon continues with board games, music and dancing and everyone just having a great time. Your little cousins already asking Brad for their birthday presents and your siblings for selfies so they can respectfully brag about the fact that they have met Brad Pitt

-By the time everyone is finally gone and you and Brad have finished cleaning, the two of you are so content and calm that you barely say any words. Just cuddle each other on the couch while enjoying the silence

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Distraction

A/N: Quick little piece for yall, I’ve been slacking on Henry – call me unmotivated to write him. I’m sorry. But I had a spark of it today and hopped on in it. Taglist and requests are open! Thanks for reading.

Pairing: Henry X Black!Reader

Warnings: Pouty Henry, lol

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Every paper you owned was sprawled across the table; the upper-level courses didn’t have tests every week, just detailed reports due. And here you were on the third one of the week thinking about calling it quits for college altogether.

“Henry, where is my Social Diversity book?”

“I don’t have it.” His glasses were on the tip of his nose, curls hung wet from his shower, and the tight black tank accentuated all of his muscles. “You left it on your desk in there yesterday.” He raked the white towel over his head and draped it over his broad shoulders. “You should clean…”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” He held his hands up. “You are so uptight-.”

“Henry, get the hell out.” You stared at him.

“I’m not dressed.”

“The neighbors don’t care if you’re naked. Get out.”

“How about… I will be quiet and go to my study.”

“Yes, do that and shut up.”

He laughed under his breath, taking his towel and the hot cup of coffee from the table. Henry left without being noticed, though usually, he was loud and abrasive; his large stature didn’t help him in gracefulness.

You found the book, resting it in front of you, and you started your paper – one thousand words later and a headache you were ready to drink and fall into a slumber so deep you didn’t wake until the following afternoon. You drug yourself across the hall, noticing Henry’s eyes locked on the screen. His games were going on mute, which was not even half of the experience, and then his eyes shift to you.

“Finish?”

“Yes.” You smiled. “What are you doing in here?”

“Research.” Henry pointed to the game. “I figured since we were going to battle, I might learn some moves that will help me.”

“We are not battling; I kicked you out because you have a smart mouth.”

“You told me to shut up?’

“I told you-,” You paused. You definitely had told him to shut up and get out. You swallowed. “That was mean, huh?”

“It was rude.” Henry’s cocked brow made you laugh, but he hadn’t taken his eye off the game. “So I don’t want to be a  distraction to you, do be one to me… get out.” He sat up and paused the game. “ It’s hard to play the game with all this beauty in the room.” Even his insults were sweet. “Out.”

“Fine, I’m leaving.” You said, tossing your hands up at him. “I’ll be in bed.”

“Bye.” He waved and closed the door to his room.

 Silence irked you more than you wanted to admit, so you peaked in the room, still playing and focused on the TV screen as if you didn’t exist. You had a plan though, you showered quickly and slipped into the maroon silk lingerie set. Now you were to be the distraction and level the playing field. If it was even possible. He sat concentrating on the game, his muscles somehow flexing even though he was doing nothing besides pressing those buttons. You walked in, flaunting the mahogany curves against the maroon, and stopped.

“I owe you an apology, Mr. Cavill.” You whispered.

“And I can’t decide if I strip before or after I kneel for you?” You watched his eyes dance with amusement as he stood and tossed the controller to the couch. “I don’t want you kneeling.” He smiled. “I just want you to calm the hell down and maybe not walk around naked with the curtains open.” Henry flourished the open curtains. “Mr. Silva is probably dying over there.”

“You wanna give him a show?”

“No, I don’t share, not even with the elderly.” He smiled. Henry picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder and gently tapping your ass. “Come on.”

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[honestsycrets]

Flower Girl

❛ pairing | ragnarssons x reader

❛ type | drabble

❛ request |  Reader being the ragnarsons 'little flower' they all share affection for. (not jealous of eachother but a little possessive). And she's very cuddly, cute and innocent but witty and smart. The boys lust after her and love flirting with her to get her flustered, Please? I love your writing and I'm sorry if this is long and you don't have to write this its cool. I understand writers can be busy. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The basket on your arm bulges with gathered herbs. You ran your fingers over the lines of the garden where precious opium poppy grew. Your thumb cherished the soft petals as you thanked line after line of flowers for their work. “Thank you for your contribution, little plant. A lot of sick people will be happy now.”

The precious henbane grew like a weed around the settlement, and while you had need of it, it was not yours to take quite yet. Its own time would soon come. You stop at the pressure of something snaking tight around your ankle. Initially you think it might be a weed, but as it tugs and you softly shriek, you realize it isn’t a weed at all.

“Oh, Ivar!”

It’s just the snake of a boy who always sought you when you were here. Past the leaves that shield his long body, Ivar laughs full-heartedly at you. “I’ve caught you, little flower. You should be more careful. What if I were a lindworm? They enjoy beautiful things, you know.”

“Then I would be in great fear,” you say, hand to your chest. “More than I just was. Lindworms are greedy things.”

Ivar pulls himself upright, slapping his gloves together to rid them of mud. He mutters something soft, genuinely sweet under his breath. “So am I.”

“Don’t scare her, Ivar.” comes another voice. When you turn, you find that the eldest of the Aslaugssons came with Ivar too. “Lindworms are nothing to be afraid of. They’re easily slain.”

“You think you could slay one?”

“Shut up.”

“Ubbe,” you softly chide. “Were you watching me, too?”

“Maybe a little.” He stands with his arms crossed looking at you so intently that your cheeks warm at the thought. You came out to gather herbs early. Not early enough to evade the brothers.

“So then where are the others?”

“Coming. Hvitserk was not done eating.”

There is a surprise.

“Not Bjorn I hope? He… is…” you leave off, realizing you have already spoken too much. Having said too much already, you say a little more. “Forward.”

“By forward you mean annoying,” Ivar corrects.

Certainly he could be, pinning you up by your hips like that. Bjorn stole your first kiss. For it, you gave him a hell of a slap. Ubbe’s head bobs as if he’s agreeing to that much. You bend down beside Ivar, breaking free a plant to place in your basket. He works his jaw in question for what that was for. You lean into him, kissing the top of his sweaty, fuzzy head.

“Then I’ll need this after all.”

Drugging their brother was one way to go about it. Perhaps you weren’t as innocent as you looked. But maybe they liked that too.

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Sunday, August 1st!

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As we 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔭 closer toward the closure of our Summer 2021 Flash Fiction Contest and general submissions for publication, ₜₕₑ Fₐₙₜₐₛₜᵢc ₒₜₕₑᵣ is proud to announce that an 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 international bestselling author , 𝙵. 𝙳. 𝙻𝚎𝚎 will be featured on 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝚜𝚝!

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Find your way to our website on Sunday, 08/03, for the full interview with the outstanding, and ‘𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪’ author!

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Are you going to write more for Angel Reyes? Because I'm loving your writing. There not many black readers/ Mayans MC character stories on here. 😩

Yes I am!!! And thank you 💕💕💕💕

If you haven’t check out @sparklemichele @marvelmaree and @breanime for some Angel content!

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Zoo

John Shelby x Black!Reader

A/N: Posted on mobile. Sorry if formating is off.

Official entry for @collecting-stories 5k writing Challenge.

Summary: John comes home to find something amiss. Prompt bolded

Beta’d: my best girl @xxdearlybeloved

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Trying to wrangle three Shelby children all under the age of five down for their afternoon nap was a challenge. Add morning sickness to the mix and it was damn near impossible. The constant running around was aggravating your already sensitive stomach. You often joked with John that it was more like trying to wrangle a bunch of sheep on a farm.

Every time Katie was settled and her eyes began to droop, George, your two year old, would sit up in his bed or make noise.

“Georgie, lay down.”

“No!”

“George. Now please?”

“No!”

When you stood up to go help him he ran out of the room laughing. You followed the sounds of his giggles down the hall, where you found him at the top of the stairs looking over his shoulder to make sure you were following him. Once you caught up, you got down on his level and asked him, “Do you want me to help you, or daddy?”

With that, he took a deep breath shook his head and reached for your hand. You walked to the room with him and put him in bed without a fight. Katie, thank the Lord, was already sleeping.

Next, was your baby Benjamin’s turn to go to sleep even though he seemed to be against sleep since the day he entered the world.

“Alright, little one, go easy on me today,” You pick him up, his back to your chest, one arm around his middle, the other under his bum, and carried him to your room where his crib was kept.

As soon as the lights went out he began to cry and flail his arms and legs around. As you tipped forward to place him in his crib, he bucked his entire body backward and his head collided with the right side of your face.

“Ow!” The right side of your face flared with pain as a dull throb began to set around your eye.

You placed Benjamin down on his stomach and waited for him to cry himself to sleep as you softly pet his back.

At 13 months, he was John’s doppelgänger. The only slight difference had been the darker coloring and curly hair. That he got from you. In fact all your children looked like John. He took great pride in parading his brood around Small Heath. No one dared give John Michael “Mr. Likes to Fight” Shelby shit for marrying a black woman. Well, not since he blinded a man at the tender age of 16 for daring to call you out of your name. You were furious with John for fighting over something you felt was trivial. You told John “This happens everyday Johnny, you gonna blind the whole town? That's not likely to change their minds about us.”

You looked at the time, it was well past noon and any minute John would come home for lunch. You took one last look at Benjamin, who was finally asleep. You tipped toed downstairs and set out to reheat last night’s leftovers and put the kettle on. Just as the flame lit on the stove you heard the door creak open. Without bothering to turn around you greeted your husband.

“Hey, Johnny.” Even after all these years you still smiled every time he entered the room.

Without warning John wrapped his arms around you from behind spinning you in a circle.

“Stop it, Johnny. I’m gonna be sick”

He put you down and spun you around to face him and immediately recoiled.

“Oi!!! Who gave you that black eye?” He cupped your face, turning it from side to side to get a better look.

“Your Benjamin. Little bastard” you scoffed.

“Hey! That’s my boy. Mind your tongue woman”

“Well, your boy didn’t want to go to sleep so he did his best to knock me out with him”

“He’s gonna be a boxer like his dad.” You rolled your eyes and John just smirked and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Here love, sit down, I’ll get lunch.”

He pulled a chair out from the table for you to sit, giving you another kiss on the forehead. He walked over to the freezer and pulled out some frozen meat and handed it to you.

“For your eye.” He bent over placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Thanks, Johnny” you slowly apply the frozen meat. Hissing from the pain and coldness of the package.

“How’s my girl?”

“I’m fine, just tired..”

“No. Not you. My other girl.”

You let out a sigh, and rubbed your hand over your stomach even though you weren’t showing yet.

“He...is being nice to me today. I was only sick twice. So he is my favorite.”

John really wanted another girl. You however thought it was your curse for sleeping with John and betraying your family that you would populate the earth with more Shelby men till the end of eternity.

John didn’t respond, he just smiled over his shoulder, as he plated the food. That was always your go to response. Most times he just referred to the baby as a girl to get a reaction from you. Annoying you was his job as a husband. His words, not yours.

“Here ya go love.” he placed your plate and tea in front of you before going back to the stove to grab his food.

“How were the kids today?”

“Good, George is still incredibly jealous of Ben. They were playing peacefully, and as soon as Katie gave Ben a toy, Georgie would come and take it out of his hand so Ben would scratch him. George looks like a tiger now. I told him if he didn’t stop we were gonna sell him to the zoo.”

“He’ll grow out of it. They’ll be close as ever. I was jealous of Ada when she was born. I grew out of it”

“Did you now Johnny?” You laughed. “‘Cause I recall someone getting super jealous when I was talking to Isaiah at the Garrison.”

“He was touching you. He had no business touching you.”

“Jesus Christ in heaven it was my fucking elbow. Not like he was rubbing my ti-”

“Alright. I may have overreacted?”

“May have? You grabbed him by the damn throat. And threatened to cut his hand off. Poor boy won’t even look me in the eye anymore”

“Now he knows not to touch you.”

“Aren’t you just a little embarrassed?”

“No. Cause you’re mine.”

“No. I belong to me, Johnny. Don’t start that nonsense in my house.”

He looked up from his plate, sly smirk plastered on his face, “Oh, this is your house? Who paid for it?”

“Who’s here all day? Anyway, I can’t get a job to buy a house when I’m always bloody pregnant, you horny bastard”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t complaining when we were making ‘em”

“Well, you’re a good lay. That’s why I married you”

John’s loud laughter carried through the small house and woke up Benjamin who began to cry.

You nudged John with your elbow.

“You go help him. I’m on strike”

“Alright, you’re lucky I love you.” He stood up and made his way up the stairs.

“I Like you very much” you smiled to yourself as you finished your lunch imagining Benjamin giving John a matching black eye.

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

I was rewatching iron man 3 and now I remember why I’m so in love with tony. Can you write something for him it can be literally anything for a black chubby reader. Thanks doll!

Tony being divorced and then falling for you includes:

-The billionaire being terrified of falling in love. He thought that Pepper was the woman he'd spend the rest of his life with, but the toxicity had become too much

-You not thinking that you'd ever fall in love with Tony Stark, until you met him at the park, walking his daughter's dog while Morgan did cartwheels in the grass

-Morgan had accidentally kicked you in the leg with her tiny one, leaving you chuckling her your phone went flying to the ground

-Tony picking your phone up and apologizing

-Morgan doing the same before telling you how pretty you are

-The two of you then sitting down at a nearby bench and having a good conversation, where Tony miserably tries to voice how beautiful you are but instead, his compliments come out in an awkward sigh

-The two of you exchanging numbers and him promising you to call you

-Him sticking to his promise and inviting you out for dinner

-The dinner not going as he had planned because Pepper unexpectedly started blowing his phone up, suddenly claiming that she wants to give him another chance for the sake of Morgan

-You instantly realizing that he still has feelings for his ex-wife and letting him know that you're ready to give him a chance once he has his feelings sorted out

-Tony being disappointed and going home

-Him leaving Pepper again once he sees that the two of them never be able to be in a healthy relationship

-Him purchasing himself a permanent therapy plan, knowing that he has a lot of healing to do

-Him then stumbling into you a year later

-You being surprised he remembers you

-Tony inviting you to dinner again

-You accepting and actually having the time of your life, he takes you to a comedy movie before the two of you roam the streets while eating snacks and talking about the most random things crossing your minds

-The date ending with Tony kissing you, and confessing that he hasn't stopped thinking about you, that he needed to seek professional help and learn to love himself again

-His confession making you feel proud for him

-"You've come a long way, that's amazing" is what you answer before surprising him with a soft kiss that instantly has him craving for more

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