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[australianklaviergavin]

I've been watching too much Pretty Derby (the one where the horses are girls)... He's a horse. I horsed him. Horsezuma.

[monogatcri]

MAKE ME CHOOSE

ren or kazuha?

━━ ˟ ⊰🍁FAMILY OR FAMILY ? The choice is as clear as the muddied waters of the depths of a swamp, though he knows what the answer should be, there is something so despairing about choosing it over the other ; ancestors scream over one shoulder for one while an entire village shrieks over his other for another -- an impossible gamble, a heart-wrenching decision that he must eventually reach for (he hopes that the day comes where, if there is a choice, he is on the roster rather than the two of them together, for the choice would be easier).

        ❝ I detest making a decision such as this, ❞ he starts off, lacing tongue in venom, hoping to make clear that he does not find joy in speaking of which he'd choose. For one would yell for the other any moment, would they not? If they were both dangling from a cliff, they'd cry out for the other to be spared the fall. For this scenario, he does not consider it that reason ; he knows that Ren could survive such a plunge (it'd hurt to let go, but the premise is unfair since its meaning is void when being cannot be killed -- and he would make the wrong choice in choosing him over the other in that situation). To let him go would hurt the soul more than their future ; after all, the saying goes: better to be alive and angry than dead and happy with you...so he'd sacrifice the relationship if it meant the two of them could remain a happy couple alive...

        Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale... ❝ I choose Ren. ❞

        Once before he'd chosen something else over him and the choice had bitten him in the end ; destiny would have it seared into his flesh to await further instructions, await his friend, never turn his back upon thine enemy ever again. This time, he chose him. ❝ My best friend, my last link to Tatarasuna, my guiding light that I am eternally grateful -- this is why my choice must be him. Let there be no bad blood about the decision... ❞

⊰🍁MAKE ME CHOOSE !

[deafhouse]

url dump, ufs/uft, no bin, will look at anything in terms of trades, italics is tentative, bold is free (just take em), if interested dm this acc (I'm an active tumblr user so will see it!)

Plural Words -dislocat*s -immuniz*s Media -*choram (gameboy) -ph*ndranadrift (metroid prime) -untilon* (swedish house mafia) -sw*ngshot (=i for this one) (ratchet and clank) -d*rezzing (tron) -ultrakill-gabri*l (ultrakill) -6tw* (=o for this one) (ultrakill/misc) -holdyo*rcolor (=u for this one) (pendulum) -throughth*loop (pendulum) Misc -d*afhouse (this url!) -w*aponisation -robotciti*s -sphodromant*s (=i for this one too) -cr*obrot*rs -wr*stlingtwink

[artaelyn]

AAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUUAUUUUGHGHH AAAGHUUUUHGGGH

do you think I, an overweight afab undiagnosed-something-or-other teenager, could play JD. Or Mischa Bachinski

[souperluminal]

From 2/15 until 2/29 if you purchase an e-sim or donate $20 or more to Funds for Gaza or any of the organizations listed under "Donations" here I will draw an inky creature for you!

All you have to do is send an email with a screenshot of your receipt (which must be dated between 2/15 and 2/29) to inkblobcommissions@gmail.com along with a description of the kind of creature you’d like. Feel free to specify what animal or combination of animals you’d like your creature to resemble, as well as any other physical characteristics, or even just to say that you’d like me to surprise you! Colored accents or accessories are also an option. I'll reply with your creature once it's finished.

It probably won't be an issue because of the nature of the subject matter, but just in case I'll note that I will not draw anything NSFW. And unless you request otherwise, I may post finished commissions here.

[viridianriver]

I want YOU to fuck with Elon Musk's finances!

Apologies for the nerd-talk here, but I have a easy political action for you!

Right now, the Tesla stock seems to be held afloat not so much by individual investors, but by investment banks which include the stock in index funds. The sort of funds that many people's 401ks are in. (I've been watching the stock, the 'sells' are many and small, the 'buys' are fewer and large, likely indicative of big-banks propping up a failing stock.)

And you, yes you, if you have a IRA, 401k, or other retirement investment which includes Tesla, can fuck Elon up today. (If you don't have one, send this post to any cool Boomers you know who might!)

What you're gonna do is call whoever you or your employer banks with (Vanguard, Schwab, TD, whoever) and tell them the following:

You're concerned by their reliance on TSLA in their indices, a volatile stock whose value is not based in investing fundamentals.

The intrinsic value of the stock (discounted cashflow / relative valuation) is $46 while the stock is trading at over $200

The current valuation is defended by the following flawed arguments:

a. Sales to consumer vehicle market - The majority revenue source. However sales across the globe are dropping compared to this time last year; 73% in Germany, 65% in Australia, and 49% in China. b. Potential Autonomous vehicle? - Promised for years, as a retrofit to existing vehicles - has not materialized, even after competitors (Waymo) succeeded in fielding the technology. c. Potential Humanoid Robotics? - An industry Tesla has no experience in, and is facing significant competition in from well-established well-funded competitors such as Boston Dynamics. d. Potential "AI"? - Unless specified further, with a concrete path to profitability this seems to be vaporware. e. Elon's personal brand - Has been losing credibility, due to partisan political behavior. He has also been failing to perform his fiduciary duty to shareholders, by neglecting his role as CEO to become politically involved. f. Battery Technology - Has a high reliance on imported materials such as Lithium, the availability of which is dependent on the unpredictable geopolitical situation in Ukraine.

And you are HUGELY worried about the impact on your finances when the stock corrects itself towards it's true value, and returns to trading along financial fundamentals. (If you want to get spicy with it, you can say you feel they too are failing in their fiduciary duties to you by continuing to invest in TSLA. But, from what i know of finance bros, that's fightin words, so use with discretion.)

So... If you want to have an outsized impact on this hair-plugged skinhead's finances, all you gotta do is call the finance nerds and speak their language a little. (I know phone calls suck but I literally gave u a script!) Most retirement investors are passive, so even a handful of upset callers can have an outsized impact.

Embrace your inner Karen if you want. (You're doing WHAT with my money? Propping up a failing overvalued business?)

Good luck, and tell me how it goes if you do this!! (disclaimer: this is not financial advice)

[u3pxx]

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i have a bunch of leftover stickers from my uni's art mart so i'm planning on selling the rest to anyone who might like to get one! (PH ONLY OKAY! INTERNATIONAL PEEPS DON'T WORRY I'LL GET TO YA SOON!!!!)

once your order has been confirmed, i'll e-mail you an invoice for the total price of your order (shipping fees included). i'm using j&t express to deliver these out; if you're based in luzon, shipping costs are around PHP 62, and for visayas and mindanao, it's around PHP 92.

stickers are 2 inches tall unless specified otherwise; if a sticker has run out of stock by the time you've ordered it, i'll be sure to e-mail you to let you know!

and now pictures where i'm holding these to help you get at least a sense of scale wheezes

[sincerelybubbles]

masterlist:

unless specified, all are female!reader. most works are swf. if marked nsfw, MDNI. lmk if any links are broken ♡︎

⋆｡°✩ criminal minds ⋆｡°✩

→ || s. reid || it wasn't meant to be this way (angst) || pt 1 || pt 2 ||

→ || s. reid || it's a date (fluff) || pt 1 || pt 2 ||

→ || s. reid || i've noticed you

→ || s. reid || mouthful of sunlight (18+ MDNI)

→ || s. reid || spineless (18+ MDNI)

→ || s. reid || the being (un)known

→ || s. reid || quiet night at home

→ || s. reid || waking up

→ || s. reid || arguments

→ || s. reid || don't shut up

→ || s. reid || i love you

→ || s. reid || sweet daydreams

→ || s. reid || sleepless

→ || s. reid || the being (un)known

→ || s. reid || weightless

→ || a. hotchner || firsts

→ || a. hotchner || crawling through your window

→ || e. prentiss || breathtaking

♡ shy!bau!reader ♡

→ || a. hotchner || shy reader || first date || pt 1.5 || dinner and delights || dinner afterthoughts || reader takes down an unsub || first kiss || getting comfortable (slipping into the light)

♡ bubbly!bau!reader ♡

→ || s. reid || everywhere you touch || alarms || an ode to quiet mornings ||

⋆｡°✩ marauders ⋆｡°✩

→ || j. potter || caught in the teeth

→ || j. potter || james is a good boyfriend

→ || j. potter || pda

→ || j. potter || lavished, ravished, almost almost

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[tapiocakisses]

touya todoroki (dabi) nsfw alphabet

tags — implied demisexual dabi, gender of partner isn't specified, nsfw content, switch dabi, switch reader

warnings — brief mentions of pregnancy / breeding, mentions of daddy kink, mentions of sa (in the 'no' section), maybe ooc (sorry)

for @skrunklystraycat & touya's bday !!

A — AFTERCARE

Now, Dabi isn't careless, but he wouldn't be as attentive as someone like Keigo. Dabi would clean you up, muttering about a mess on the bed and how he doesn't want to "sleep on a sticky bed". If he is the one who's worn out, he'll have a level of expectation for being doted on. He's an indulgent man when it comes to your attention.

B — BODY PART

Dabi loves your hands and hips. He lobes how he can grab at them and pull you to where he wants you. Having you where he wants when you guys fuck is one of his favorite things. He loves how your hands feel grabbing at him. His hair, his arms, his sides, his own hands, etc. He loves being held by you. Even if you're being rough with him. (ESPECIALLY if you're rough with him.)

C — CUM

Dabi cums a lot. Like, a lot. My god. It's like he holds it in for days before he finally cums. When he paints you white, he really points you white. It's worse when he's edged. Poor Dabi and his cute, sensitive dick.

D — DIRTY SECRET

This isn't exactly a secret, but it doesn't come up since he's a villain, and the consequences would throw a wrench in a lot of plans he has. Dabi has a breeding kink. He doesn't want to be a father in any way, shape, or form, but he can't help how his body reacts. The thought of filling you up raw round after round, finally stopping to see how his cum dribbles out of you. (This is why he never looks after he cums inside you.)

E — EXPERIENCE

Virgin. Pathetic loser virgin who never had pussy or dick. He's not suave. He is not a savant at sex. He's a horny virgin who gets flustered at being called pretty. That man can NOT handle sex in the slightest.

F — FAVORITE POSITION

Cowgirl. Dabi loves laying back and watching you bounce on his dick. You look so pretty when your back arches when he thrusts up into you. It feels good to know he can let you have all the control sometimes. (He will fuck you in missionary if he's jealous, though.)

G —GOOFY

Dabi is fairly serious during sex. His focus is feeling good and making you feel good. Though, in the early stages of your relationship, he's pretty awkward and

H — HAIR

Dabi keeps himself pretty well groomed. He's not the most strict about it, but he doesn't leave it unattended. He really only grooms it once it gets annoying or uncomfortable. It's not like his hair grows that fast there, so he has no routine.

I — INTIMACY

This depends. Dabi likes things rough, intense, and sometimes mean. That's all he's known after all. So, he may not be the most intimate in any way in the beginning. He's a kinky bastard and he knows it. Sex is just sex. The problem with that is the fact that his layers are being peeled back. Slowly, they'll peel, but it happens. He doesn't need to put up a facade. You can bring up the fact that you'd like more intimacy in bed, and he'll acknowledge it, but it'll only be a few weeks later when he finally takes your hand in his. Not to pin you down or pull you in any direction, but to simply hold.

J — JACK OFF

It's not super often Dabi spends time by himself to get off. He only does in certain circumstances. Usually he's fisting his cock like no tomorrow when he misses you. Hell, even when your shirt rides up and your abdomen is exposed. He can't help it. You're perfect in every way. His hand doesn't compare, but he doesn't dare use a toy unless it's on you.

K — KINK

I think Dabi would be into just about anything. Choking, slapping, bondage, primal play, spanking, overstim, etc. He's a versatile man. He'll give and take whatever he is willing to endure.

L — LOCATION

Dabi likes fucking you in risky places. Sure, the privacy of a bedroom is nice, but if he's feeling dominant, he'll do it somewhere like in a stolen car or an alleyway. He likes fucking you in places that

M — MOTIVATION

You.

N — NO

No matter how nonchalant and uncaring Dabi seems, I know he has his limits. I genuinely think he wouldn't be into forcing someone into sex. Does he like control and security? Yes. But anything like a rape fantasy has him turned off instantly. He only hurts people who deserve it and you never deserve it. The only other thing he'd be against is being called 'daddy' or calling someone 'daddy'. It just weirds him out and doesn't do anything for him.

O — ORAL

Ohhh, Dabi loves oral. He loves when he watches you drag your lips over his cock, kissing and suckling on the skin. It's a beautiful sight to him. One of his favorite things to do is hike your legs over his shoulders and let his mouth work on you. It's exhilarating to him. The way your hands tug at his hair (if they're not bound), the way he pulls every little noise from you… There's just something about tasting you on his tongue that gets him going like nothing else.

P — PACE

It's fairly surprising to learn that Dabi takes his time. People would think he's impatient (and he is), but knowing that he has such a limited time as a villain, he likes to savor everything with you. He's a gradual lover. He wants to build the anticipation and watch as it becomes all consuming. Though, Dabi does get a little eager in the end. He needs to see it; the glazed look in your eyes when both of you crumble into each other.

Q — QUICKIE

Dabi lives quickies. He may not be a guy with a high sex drive nor a sex addict, but he can get hard if you push the right buttons. Sometimes, it's involuntary. He has to pull you somewhere secluded, push your clothes aside, and slot his dick between your thighs, moaning into your neck. If he really wants to push it - which he typically does - he'll grind his cock against your hole, slipping his tip in the slightest bit just to feel your warmth.

R — RISK

Dabi loves risk. He loves the idea of someone knowing but not watching. Seeing you fall apart on his dick, legs wrapped around his abdomen is a beautiful sight. No one gets to see, but they can hear. The only time Dabi wouldn't be risky is when he's being submissive. He doesn't want anyone to see him like that. Not that he has a "reputation to uphold," but because you're the only person who knows him. Only you can tell him what to do and he'll listen.

S — STAMINA

Moderate stamina. Hence, his favorite position is being any with him lying or sitting down. Dabi is also a huge fan of lazy fucking, so it's perfect. Though, Dabi has his days where he'll fuck like a crazed animal. Those would be slow days where he can spend a lot of time in his head, imagining every little mark that'd be littered on your skin.

T — TOY

Dabi is not a fan of toys on himself. Well, okay, he does like things such as vibrators and anal plugs. The toys he doesn't like are things like sex dolls or fleshlights. He'd prefer to be inside you than some toy. He did try once, and it was uncomfortable.

U — UNFAIR

He can be unfair sometimes. Dabi loves edging you and teasing you. He can be mean and taunt you. That sickly sweet "there we go, baby" he does when you finally give in and let him have his way.

V — VOLUME

Dabi is not a loud guy. He already strains his voice when yelling, and, in full transparency, he doesn't want anyone to hear him when you fuck. It's a level of vulnerability he wouldn't dare show to anyone besides you. Every gasp, whimper, groan… It's all for you.

W — WILD CARD

Dabi lovesssssssss it when you get violent. Even if you're threatening him. Just your display of power and passion is amazing to him. Dabi is nothing if not a slut for strength.

X — X-RAY

I like to think Dabi is on the smaller side. He's close to average, but not qu

Y — YEARNING

Dabi doesn't seem like the type to have an insanely high sex drive, but it isn't super low. It's moderate to say the least. Sure, at times he'll get unbearably horny, but it is not a common occurrence. His libido does spike once he starts dating you, though. All he does is think about you and he's getting hard. He's a pervert in that sense, I guess.

Z — ZZZ…

Dabi has fairly low stamina. You'd think he'd last long and stay awake, but his staples and skin grafts make it difficult to do rigorous activities for a long period of time. Having sex and doing whatever villainous activity always tires him out fast. Give him ten minutes, and he's out. (In the beginning of your relationship, he did try to stay awake longer because he didn't feel entirely safe yet, and he didn't want you to leave.)

[clarkeyzzz]

George Clarke Masterlist

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[ ❁ fluff ✧ smut ⛆ angst ☆ personal fav]

MAIN MASTERLIST

NOTE: All fics should be fem!oc and fem!reader unless specified otherwise

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Terms and Conditions ⛆ ❁ ☆ (Posted currently on Wattpad)

Summary: a fake relationship, real emotions, and a whirlwind of complications.

20k + words and counting

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summary: george’s discovery of charlotte’s hidden past forces them to confront old wounds—and in the midst of emotional turmoil, they find renewed hope for a future together.

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Sabotages and Sparks ❁ - summary: sabotage, unexpected alliances, and a spark that turns game night into something much more. 1.2k words

All these little things ❁ - summary: self-doubt, unconditional love, and a moment of vulnerability. based on one direction’s song little things. 1.8k words

A Valentine’s Between Friends ❁ ✧ - summary: a friendly valentine's evening leads to anything but. 3.4K words

Secrets, Lies, Uncertainty ⛆ - summary: george dismisses the idea of settling down, unaware that his secret girlfriend, Tessa, overhears. 2.3k words

Beyond the Bottle ❁ - summary: At game night, your choice not to drink sparks supportive gestures and honest conversations. 2.1k words

Off Limits ❁ ⛆ - summary: george is secretly hooking up with max's sister. what starts as no-strings-attached turns into something more. 4.4k words

Chasing the Fire ✧ - summary: maybe it's all in my head, but i bet we'd have really good bed chem. based on the song bed chem by sabrina carpenter. 2.4k words

Bruises, Silence, and Bandages ❁ ⛆ - summary: a tense argument with George pulls you into the shadows of your past, but his patience and love remind you that healing doesn’t have to be done alone. 6.8k words

The Road That We Take ⛆ ❁ - summary: if to change is what you need, you can change right next to me. based on go as we grow by ben platt. 1.9k words

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[marvelouslymarly]

marvelouslymarly's Masterlist (updated June 20th 2025)

MCU

Thunderbolts*

Bob Reynolds:

Headcanons and Requests: Dating Bob includes: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Warmth (Requested; Rated F) Bob Reynolds x superhero!OC: Breakfast in Bed (Rated E)

Bob Reynolds x female thunderbolts!reader After Midnight (Rated E) Middle of the Night (Part 2 of After Midnight) (Rated E) I'm your Huckleberry (teaser) (full fic HERE)

Character playlist for Bob on Spotify

Requests are ✨️OPEN✨️

Quick PSA for what kind of requests I (do not) take:

- I will not be taking on any requests that ask for unhealthy/toxic relationship dynamics (so no domestic or sexual abuse, no pedophiles/grooming) or on-page drug/alcohol abuse (yes, I know Bob Reynolds is/was a drug addict but I will not write about him using drugs on-page bc I'm not comfortable with writing that kind of content!)

- ABSOLUTELY NO OWEN TAYLOR (unless you want me to beat him senseless with Steve Harrington's baseball bat😘)

- I will probably not take on requests that are basically a whole fic that you've planned every detail of without any room for artistic/creative liberties for me to take (give me a prompt and some idea of what you want, but don't go "you're married and have 5 kids named [insert 5 names here], these are their hobbies and [this] is the dialogue that I want you to have [this character] say")

+ seeing as I'm predominantly writing for Bob Reynolds rn, requests for him are probably what I'd gravitate towards the most but I'm also open to writing for other characters that Lew has played (granted I've watched the film/series) or other characters from the following list

+ characters I'd be willing to write for (a selection): Bob Reynolds, Bob Floyd, Rhett Abbott, Calvin Evans, Ben Mears, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington

+ pls also specify whether or not you'd want the fic to be fluffy, smutty, or whatever (if you have a preference)

[cookie-lore-keeper]

Cookie Glosssary

A lot of humans might not know some of the terms used by cookies, so, I put a list of the terms here and an explanation for what they mean!

A

Ancients/Ancient Heroes - The 5 great heroes who wield the soul jam. These

B

Baby Dough- Baby cookies

C

Beasts/Beast Cookies - The Corrupted cookies who had the Souljam before the Ancient Heroes

Bland - An offensive term for a cookie that you find boring or not unique

Crumbs - the fallen parts of a crumbled or injured cookie. If used in the context or, "Oh crumbs", that can basically be, "Oh fuck."

Celestials - Godlike cookies who weren't born cookies but somehow became cookies and originated from the human world

Cheesian - A cookie who is descended from the Golden Cheese Kingdom

Cookievorous - something that hunts cookies

Créme Republican - Refers to cookies who are from the Créme Republic

Crispia - The main Continent of Earthbread

Crispy - Refers to a healthy Cookie. Is also slang for a young cookie

Crumbling - Dying

D

Dragons - When talking about Dragons, cookies usually mean the Dragons that are able to turn into and communicate with cookies. But, they're are also dragons who don't have this ability

Dark Cacaoian - Refers to cookies who are from the Dark Cacao Kingdom

Dough- Body or skin

Dough-Brained - An offensive term for someone you find dumb

E

Eyecing- Eyes

Earthbread- The world that the cookies are on

Elementals - Refers to the powerful god-like cookies who rule over a specific part of nature

F

Frosting - The umbrella term for hair. Not all hair is made out of frosting, but all hair is called frosting

First Cookies - The witches who had their souls rebaked into cookies. Because they are witches, these 12 cookies are very powerful

Flatster - A slur for cookies

Flavor - Refers to the specific taste of a cookie but can also refer to the cookie's ingredients

Freshly Baked - A baby cookie

G

H

Hollyberrian- A cookie from the Hollyberry Kingdom

I

Ingredients- The things that make up a dessert's dough. Can also refer to their genes

Icing- Refers to facial features as well as any decorations on a cookie

J

Juice - Unless specified that it's non-alcoholic, juice is an alcoholic drink

Jamline- The familial line of a cookie

Jellies - The food cookies eat. Practically everything they eat is made up of jellies

K

L

Lifepowder - The magical substance that gives dessert creatures life

M

Millenial Cookies - Cookies who are from the Millenial Forest

Magichanical - A combination of modern techonology/robotics with magic

Mercookies- Aquatic cookies

N

O

Oh Witches - Like, "Oh God/Oh my God"

P

Q

Parfaedian - A cookie from Parfaedia

Pasty - An offensive term for cookies who have a lot of Vanilla flavors or ingredients in their dough

R

Rising Dough - A growing cookie. Usually refers to a young cookie

Resonate Ingredient - The main and most important ingredient of a cookie.

S

Syrup- On cookies, syrup refers to makeup, since a lot of makeup is made out of syrup. On clothing, it's basically a synonyms for icing

Shortbread- A slang term that refers to a small cookie

Soggy- A wet cookie. Being soggy for a cookie is dangerous because they can literally die if their dough becomes too soggy

Soul cheese - What the Golden Cheese Kingdom calls a cookie's soul

Soul Jam - An item with great power that gives the Ancient Cookies and the Beast Cookies their power. Contains a lot of lifepowder.

Stale- An older cookie. Can be used as an insult in a different context

Strawberry Jam - Basically the cookie version of blood (doesn't work the same way human blood works though)

Sugartearean - Cookie's who are from Sugarteara

T

Toothcing - Teeth (most cookies don't have teeth so idk why this is a term 🤷‍♀️)

U

V

Vanillian- Refers to cookies from the Vanilla kingdom

W

Wizards - Similar to the witches, the wizards were humans with magical powers and also created cookies

Witches - The humans with magical abilities that created dessert kind

X

Y

Yogurcans - Cookies who are from Yogurca

Yakgwans - Cookies from the Yakgwa Village

Z

Feel free to tell me anything that you think I should add!

[bittybeanscafe]

🍓 JJK SMAU Masterlist 🍓

🍰 Café Menu 🍰

🍓 JJK Writing Masterlist 🍓

All parts include: Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso, Ino, and Noritoshi

All readers are GN unless specified otherwise

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I Got Options, Baby, You Got Options (˶˃⤙˂˶) (AFAB! reader)

Shut Up and Dance With Me ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა (Kinda AFAB? I tried to keep it gn…)

Cutie Kkaengi, Where Are You Nayeon? ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა (feminine! reader)

Today I Don’t Feel Like Doing Anything (－.－)...zzz

Now Come to Me, I’m Waiting Always! >⩊<

I’m Not Ready For Your Love (◞‸ ◟)💧

My Baby Here On Earth, Showed Me What My Heart Was Worth o(TヘTo)

He Want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky Girl) Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)// (kinda AFAB? Tried to keep it gn)

It’s Gettin Hot In Here, So Take Off All Your Clothes! (〃▽〃)

You Betrayed Me (♯｀∧´)

And I Know That You’ll Never Feel Sorry ( • ᴖ • ｡)

I Feel Like Fucking Something (⸝⸝- ̫ -⸝⸝)

I Am Gettin So Hot, I Wanna Take My Clothes Off ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

I’m Mr. Loverman and I Miss My Lover, Man ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I Miss My Lover ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

You Can't Deny-ny-ny-ny ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

I, I Love You Like A Love Song, Baby! ꒰ •⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝• ꒱

I Keep Forgetting You Don’t Love Me No More ( • ᴖ • ｡)

Flowing More Freely Than Wine (๑>؂•̀๑) (AFAB! reader)

It's All I Need (All I Need) (๑/////๑ " )

[castielsparkle]

hey guys im sorry to e-beg so much but i unfortunately have had no money for awhile and i can't go any longer without asking for financial help bc i have payments due and i need basic necessities that i haven't been able to buy in a while.

i was working two jobs, now have neither bc of health complications (physical and mental) as well as the second job just becoming money for transport to the first job bc i can't drive. i was walking to the second job but the first was only accessible by car. on top of this, i was experiencing mental strain while working the second job, as it was across from a building i'd previously had to leave for my own wellbeing because i was being harassed by one manager and assaulted extensively by another. the second job also had an hour walk commute each way on foot, which was very taxing as i have chronic pain. i have been out of my medications for about a week now as well, and i spent the last money i had, which was thankfully given to me by some lovely friends, on food for my cats, and a ride home from being with a loved one in the er. my meds help treat a variety of mental illnesses i struggle with, as well as physical pain, and i am also out of hrt supplies. i also have been having troubles w accessing my own money bc of it being withheld by companies i am still trying to sort out rn. (for example i just got done dealing w/ an issue selling a concert ticket i'd bought a year ago in advance, unfortunately through circumstances that had nothing to do w/ the company, me, the customer, or the mail service i used, the tickets had trouble in the mail. due to this i was not able to make the ~300 dollars i sold the ticket for [retail price 400+ when i bought it over a yr ago] but also i was penalized the charge of a replacement ticket incorrectly and didn't receive back the 220+ usd they took for that for weeks. i'm having similar unfortunate issues happening w/ other places still and have no clue when, or if, i will get my money back at all)

i am open for commissions of all sorts + design customs + i have adopts if anyone is interested. please message me/mention on this post if you'd like commission work. these are open whenever unless specified otherwise - however, the payments i have to make are due within about a day (as of 11/11/2024) so i am really scrambling right now.

i'm so sorry again to ask. i don't want anyone going broke trying to help me of course tho, i am not entitled to anything and please only send anything if you can without worry. also even just interacting means the world, tysm 💙🫂 hope you all are well

ca/vm: luvrwulf

pp: darklydreaaming

('dreaaming' with two a's)

[peekofhistory]

Are there any items of clothing that are completely unique to one dynasty and don't appear again, or do the clothes kind of shift and change over the time, but still remain mostly the same? Your page is one of the best hanfu pages I've found, and the way you set out your information and sources is such a great help to me. Thank you for what you're doing!

I'm super happy to hear that my posts are helpful :D!! I'm also learning about Hanfu as I post so win-win for all!

From the garments I've come across so far, they all have some overlap from one dynasty into another due to a few reasons:

1) The people themselves don't all d*e at the end of a dynasty and then a whole new group of people get birthed to start a new dynasty, so people who live across dynasties will bring clothing from one dynasty into another.

2) Once a style of clothing is 'out there', people who come later will often find inspiration from it (just like people today are still taking inspiration from clothing of the past).

So unless those in authority actually enact laws that specify clothing changes (like during the Qing Dynasty), there wouldn't be any sudden start and stop to a particular garment.

The Qing Dynasty (last imperial dynasty of China) DID enact laws dictating clothing and hair, as they tried to force the Han ethnic majority to adapt to Manchu ethnic rule, but even when the Qing Dynasty collapsed people didn't immediately stop wearing the clothes or return to clothing from pre-Qing.

Each dynasty will have certain garments that are prominent (ex. the straight-edged and wrap-around robes during Qin/Han, the Ruqun during Weijin, the Qixiong skirt during Tang, the Mamian skirt during Ming Dynasty, etc.) but if you dig into their actual history there would be shadows of it both before and after the dynasty in which it became spotlighted.

Also, because a lot of the clothing and styles became connected to culture and etiquette that became sort of an underlying connection throughout each dynasty, even when the rulers changed (it's why when the Qing court tried to force clothing/hair change they had a heck of a time with it, literally had to make beheading the punishment for refusing to get people to do it).

[late-to-the-party-81]

Delirious Decisions

AN: Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles in your Delirious Decisions. I’ve kept all the same prompts, but gone with some of my own pair ups. I’ve written a little something for each prompt, some as short as 200 words and some as long as around 900.

Some of my entries are little drabbles for some of my established pairings, but some are new and in fact three are set in Avengers Tower with a new reader insert who is an Avenger of currently unknown skills, nicknamed Pipsqueak by the team because of how short she is.

Ratings vary from G to E, but all are labelled. For some stories I haven’t specified the pairing at the start because I want the end reveal to be a surprise (but none of these stories include smut).

I hope you enjoy.

These are all un-beta’d and dividers are by @firefly-graphics and me.

Masterlist

Cuddle in a storm with 🛏️

Reader x Bucky Barnes. Rated T. Fluff and suggestive language. 230 words.

A gust of wind sent the raindrops hammering against the window, loud enough to startle you from your light doze. The arm around your shoulder tightened and a loving voice crooned in your ear. “It’s just the rain, Doll. Relax.”

You turned your head back into Bucky’s chest, nuzzling against his red henley. “‘M totally relaxed. How long’s i’ ‘posed to last?”

“Well into tomorrow. And we’re not supposed to go outside in it, unless we absolutely have to.”

Somehow you pressed your body even closer to the human furnace that was your boyfriend. “‘M not going anywhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “You’re not going to leave the couch? What are you going to do when I go to bed then?”

You let out a displeased grunt. “‘Kay. The couch or the bed.”

“Good,” he declared, decisively. “Because I would’ve been lonely all on my own.” Without warning he stood up, scooping you up as he did and you squeaked in shock.

“Bucky! Where are we going?”

“I want to go to bed,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But ‘m not tired!”

“I never mentioned sleep, Doll. There’s more things to do in bed than that, as you well know.” He grinned at you and you felt the heat rising up your neck. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he continued. “Keep me safe from the storm.”

Accidentally send a spicy text to 😳

Reader (Pipsqueak) x ? Rated T. Suggestive themes. 400 words

“Clint!” You really wanted to screech, but part of you recognised you still needed to maintain a modicum of discretion. You came to a skidding halt next to the blonde archer and he took in your distressed state.

“What is it, Pip?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that short,” you hissed. “And this is an emergency.”

With a raised brow, he hopped up onto the counter. “An emergency, huh? What sort of thing counts as an emergency in your world?”

You resisted the urge to bite out something scathing - that wouldn’t help, given the circumstances. “You know I’ve been seeing this guy, yeah?”

“Nathan, right?”

“Right. So things have been going… alright.” You couldn’t help but wring your hands.

“Only alright? I’m sure you deserve more than ‘alright’, kiddo.”

“Yeah, so that’s what I was trying to do - make it more than ‘alright’, by sending him a message to… you know… let him know…”

“Oh!” Clint’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. “You ‘sexted’ him, didn’t you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Pip. But what’s the emergency? Did your ‘freak’ scare him off? If so, he’s not worth it.”

“No… it’s that… Oh God, it’s so embarrassing.” You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide, before blurting out “Isentittothewrongperson.”

His eyes widened even further. You were worried they were going to jump out of their sockets. “Which wrong per- Oh. Oh!” In two seconds flat he’d gone from sharing your worry to falling sideways on the counter in hysterical laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” You smacked him on the thigh with the back of your hand. “What do I do?”

Suddenly a sultry voice sounded from the corridor outside the common room. 

“Kotenok! Where are you? I have some of those things you wanted to try.”

You squeaked and turned on your heel, shooting out the side door, Clint’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

A few moments later, Nat walked into the kitchen and settled on one of the bar stools next to Clint’s mostly horizontal body. “Are you gonna stop laughing?” she asked him. Clint drew in some ragged breaths and sat up, the evidence of his tears of amusement marking his face. “When you stop teasing her. She thinks you really thought the message was for you.”

Nat’s expression morphed into faux shock. “You mean it wasn’t?”

And they both burst out laughing again.

Get stuck in a "there’s only one-bed" scenario with Kiss and some 💋 🥵

Ari and his Angel. Rated M. Suggestive language and fluff. 400+ words

You looked at the bed, a little shocked and, if you were being honest, a little embarrassed. Yes you were a grown up, and did grown up things with other grown ups, but it felt weird that your parents were also aware — and accepting — of that. 

You turned to your mom who was standing in the doorway. “So, umm, are both Ari and I in here?” You side-eyed the queen-sized bed, which had been plenty big enough for you as a teen, but looked very small now when you considered both you and Ari fitting in it together.

“Well,” your mom replied with a hint of mischief in her eye, “unless you can magically create another spare room, or you’re willing to sleep on the sofa — because let’s face it, your boyfriend won’t fit on it — you are, indeed both in here. Just remember, there are other people in this house, and some things ought to stay private.”

Behind your mom you heard Ari cover a snort with a cough, but you couldn’t glare at him without her seeing, so you just smiled and considered the torture you’d be in for tonight.

—----

Ari’s lips kissed a trail across your shoulders, his nose nudging the thin straps of your pajama top to the side. His large body was curled up behind you, a tell-tale hardness poking at your ass.

“Ari, quit it.” You slapped at the arm wrapped around your waist, but both of you knew it was half-hearted. Nonetheless, he stopped his sensual exploration.

“You really mean that, Angel? You want me to lie here, next to you, and not touch you. You want me to torture us both?” God, you could almost hear the pout in his voice. 

“But you heard my mom. She was basically telling us that the walls are like paper. My parents knowing I have sex is bad enough, but them hearing it? I think I’d just die.”

The hand around your waist started to move, drawing light circles on your skin where your top had ridden up. “We’d just have to make sure you’re quiet, then.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder again, just once, leaving the ball in your court. He knew you needed him as much as he craved you. Several heartbeats of silence and then you were turning in his embrace and hooking your leg over his hip.

“I hope you’re ready to be covered in bruises from where I have to bite down to keep myself from crying out.”

He dipped his head and rubbed your noses together. “Angel, I’ll wear them with pride.”

Admire from behind (if you know what I mean) 🍑

There’s only one answer here. A little snippet of the Captain and his Brat. (I love you, then I hate you) Rated M. Mentions of corporal punishment in a D/S relationship. <300 words

Meetings were never your favourite thing - were they anybody’s? - but one thing that made it all worthwhile. Walking out after Steve. It would obviously have been better if he’d been wearing his tac suit, but his tan slacks did sterling service too, highlighting one of his best physical attributes. As he strolled down the corridor ahead of you, going over some of the points of the meeting with Rhodey, you decided to take in the view. God, your fingers itched to grab those two muscular globes and squeeze them. Give them a smack, or even sink your teeth into them. And then, if you did, what would Steve do to chastise you and put you in your place. You felt a rush of arousal pool in your core and you stumbled a bit as you walked. In front of you, you realised the exact moment Steve caught wind of your state, because there was a hitch in his own step and, without breaking his conversation, he glanced back over his shoulder at you and gave you a knowing look. You shivered at the heat contained within it.  

Steve and Rhodey came to a stop outside of the latter’s office, which gave you a chance to slip by them, but as you did, you couldn’t resist it. Careful to make sure no-one else saw, you gave Steve’s right buttock as strong a squeeze as your hand could manage. He let out a little cough as his only reaction, and you smiled to yourself as you continued past, wondering how your Captain would respond, in the name of keeping you in line…

Push down the stairs (Oh, boi😏) 🪜

Reader x Ransom (Yesterday’s Dream, Tomorrow’s Nightmare, Never-ending nightmare) Rated M. Prior kidnap, prior rape, basement wife, non-con collaring, violence. <500 words

All you had to do was wait for your moment. From the moment you’d been brought here, you knew that if you bided your time, then a way of escape would eventually present itself. You’d given up fighting days — weeks — ago. Ransom was going to do what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you over and over. Making him think that you were weak and resigned to your fate would work in your favour at some point. You had to hold on to that belief. The collar around your neck chaffed, but if your luck held, then it wouldn’t be long until you could discard the hated piece of leather. 

He had been fooled by your act once before, until he’d brought the other man — Ari — who’d seen right through your facade, but after that night you hoped that both men thought you were broken down. Your belief was bolstered by the fact that Ransom had started to let you out of the basement and into the house proper. It was always at night, when he’d sent his housekeeper and chef home, but it still allowed you to get a better idea of your surroundings. This evening he’d decided that he wanted to watch football on the frankly vulgar sized television while you cock-warmed him, first with your mouth and then with your cunt, until he tipped you forward onto the carpet and finished inside you. Now it was time for him to return you to your prison for the night.

You followed him, eyes downcast, as he led you back to the door. When he turned his back to you, so he could unlock the door, your breath caught in your throat, anticipating the right moment. You’d only have one chance. As the basement door was pulled wide, but before Ransom could step away from it, your arms shot out, all of your body weight put behind them. You shoved him. Right between the shoulder blades. The moments stretched into an eternity as you watched him wobble and hoped that it would work. His cry of surprise rent the air and his arms pinwheeled. One hand caught on the door frame, and without a moment’s hesitation you pushed him again, screaming your fury at him.

Ransom’s foot slipped and his balance faltered and in the next instant he was tumbling down, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud which morphed into an unnatural silence. You turned on your heel, running through the house towards the front door. There, on a side table, was a bowl containing car keys. You scooped them up and ran out of the front door. You clicked the remote, trying to identify which car they belonged to — there were several lined up under a carport. Lights flashed in the darkness and you ran towards them and your freedom.

Ruin in the best way possible 😈

I’d say ‘poor Joaquín’, but I don’t think he’s finding it too bad… (Ojos Asi) Rated E. Sexual Content, inc edging and mild bondage. 150+ words

“Dios! Mi sol!” You straddled Joaquín, your hips undulating as you rode him. Beneath you, your boyfriend’s arms strained against the leather cuffs binding his wrists to the headboard. How had you gotten so lucky to have a man like this? A man who looked so beautiful as you took him apart. After securing him, you’d teased his body with your fingers, lips and tongue, taking him into your mouth as he’d arched under your touch. You’d chuckled to yourself when he’d sworn out a litany of Spanish the second time you’d brought him to the edge, but refused to let him tumble over. However, you had promised him that the third time would be the charm. You held onto his thigh and rested your other hand on his chest as you moved, grinning down and taking in the view. Sweat sheened on his skin, his hair was delightfully mussed and his eyes almost black with desire. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again.

Invade the dreams of 💤

Reader x ?. Rated M. Pining, psychic powers, accidental mind invasion, implied smut. <900 words

It had started out as an accident. Your psychic powers were fairly new to you, having only started to manifest, sporadically, in your late teens. However, it hadn’t been more than a minor convenience until about six months back, when you found yourself accidently getting caught up inside other people’s heads. It had been frightening, for both you and the person concerned and you’d had a few close scrapes when some folk had followed up that fear with violence. Luckily for you it had only taken a few calls to SHIELD for someone to take you seriously, and you’d ended up here, in Avengers Tower, where you would have the space and help you needed to get your powers under control.

You’d mainly been working with Wanda and Loki — they were the ones best placed to help you — but you also spent time with all of the others. They were a nice bunch of people, all of them strong but damaged in their own ways. It made you feel as though you belonged. However, with one person in particular, that regard morphed into something else — a big fat crush.

Whenever you saw him, your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat that little bit faster. He was so charming. So strong and self-assured. Whenever you were alone you couldn’t help but think about him, wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms. To be kissed by his plush lips that always seemed to wear a smile. It therefore wasn’t a surprise to you when you started to dream about him.

Night after night, your subconscious made him the focus of your fantasies. Not all of them were x-rated, but a lot were, and you’d wake in sweat, an ache between your legs. How were you supposed to look at him in the light of day, with all these sordid thoughts spinning in your mind? And when you realised he seemed to be avoiding you, you couldn’t work out if that made it all better or worse. Yes, you didn’t have to see the sparkling blue of his eyes or the way sweat sheened on his muscles when he walked past after spending time in the gym, but a lack of contact during the day seemed to make your mind yearn for him more in the night. Your mentors noticed that you were withdrawn and made gentle enquiries, but how could you tell them the thoughts you were having?

A pounding on your door jerked you out of sleep — out of the latest erotic dream. You wiped your hand down your face before staggering to your feet. It couldn’t have been some massive emergency — FRIDAY would have notified you if it was — but you wondered who could want you at three twenty-seven am on a Wednesday morning.

You pulled the door open with more force than you meant, only to stop as you saw him there. Bare chested, breathing heavily, blonde hair all sleep-mussed and an unignorable tent in his pants. 

Thor.

As soon as he saw you he appeared to change his mind, making to step away without saying a word, until you grasped his wrist in your own small hand.

“Wait! What are you doing here? Why did you wake me?” How were you being so brave? You wanted to hide, to quake in your slippers, but the ache within you seemed to be pulling you forward. Onward.

Immediately he crowded through your door, kicking it shut behind him and cupping your face in his hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice almost cracking from suppressed emotion.

“Doing what?” you replied, confused.

“Invading my dreams, little one. It’s maddening. I think that I have you in my arms and then I wake to find it was just a fantasy. I yearn for you, night after night. I am distracted by it. I need it to either be real or for it to stop. Do you understand? I can’t—”

Your jaw dropped open and your head spun. Had you been meeting Thor night after night in the dream-plane. Differing emotions clashed within you. Guilt at having invaded his mind in such a way, but also hope, because from what he was saying he wanted the reality as much as you did.

“I—” you started suddenly unsure how to answer. How did you tell a literal god that you burned for them? That you wanted them more than could be reasoned?

Thor let out a dejected sigh, apparently taking your silence for rejection. For the second time he made to move away and you were spurred out of your stupor and into action. You threw yourself forward, lurching up onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking, but you could show him.

For a heartbeat he didn’t respond, but then his arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed you up against the wall of your room. His lips moved over yours, before his tongue demanded entry. You moaned into his mouth and bucked your hips against him, your dream induced ardour flaring back into life and enabling you to whisper out your need.

“Make it real. Please.” 

Fake a relationship with for drama 🎭

Reader x ? Rated T. Shenanigans. <500 words

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him,” Wanda hissed in your ear as you leant against the bar and watched the other Avengers circulating around the ballroom, shaking down the great and good for more donations to Peppers current charity. 

“What’s not to believe,” you responded with a coy smile, not removing your gaze from the object of Wanda’s surprised outrage. “He’s handsome, he’s amusing, he’s got the skills.”

“He’s a murderer!” Wanda’s voice was less of a hiss now, and a few of the people near-by turned at her outburst. It was hard to hold back a grin. 

“Wanda, half the people in this room could be given that same label, depending on your outlook. And it’s not like he was in his right frame of mind.” Sensibly, your friend didn’t respond to that. The pair of you stood in silence a little longer until you downed the last of your drink and firmly placed the glass down. Straightening your spine you strode across the room, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder, and revelling in the feel of his velvet jacket against your palm.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Three heads turned in your direction, eyes of blue, brown and green. “Would you mind if I stole this one away? I have a hankering for a turn around the dance-floor, and this one is rather nimble on his feet.” Without waiting for a response, you looped your arm through his and drew him away. As you made your way to the space in front of the band, you could feel the incredulous stares of Steve and Tony behind you.

“Darling,” your companion whispered in your ear, “I believe we’re making a scene.” 

It was true, from the corner of your eye you could see people beginning to notice the pair of you. Your left hand went to his shoulder as his right rested on your waist, and your other hands joined together.

“They’re probably wondering if you’re going to corrupt me, or whether I’m going to reform you.” Suredly, Loki began to lead you around in time to the music.

He chuckled, low and silky. “I think it’s entirely possible for both to occur. However, what I can’t understand is how all of the others think you’re this meek and mild goody two-shoes. You’re living for this drama as much as I.” He dipped you, and it was difficult to suppress a full-blown belly laugh. “Minx,” he grinned at you. “How long until we can unsubtly leave and have people think we’re up to no good.”

“After this song, I would think.” You winked at him and he rolled his eyes with all the drama this little show deserved. 

“Careful, little one. I might start to think you really mean all of this.”

You pondered his words and wondered to yourself if that would actually be a bad thing at all….

Team up with for a heist 🕶️

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Clint. Rated G. Hi-jinx, Tower fic, Avengers as family, fluff, Shenanigans. <700 words.

You crept along the hallway behind your partner in crime, excited, but also a little scared. Not that there would be any real, horrific consequences if you got caught. This was all in the name of friendly mischief after all. Still…

You tapped Clint on the shoulder and he turned to face you, questioningly.

“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you sighed. He had his hearing aids in, but signing was far more stealthy when you were trying to sneak up on enhanced folk.

“Not if you stick to the plan. I’ll run interference and you grab the treasure.”

You nodded in agreement, and continued forward. When you reached the open door to the common room, you stopped again, waiting outside as Clint straightened up and strolled in, as if he had no cares in the world.

“Hey fellas!”

Okay, you thought from outside, no Nat or Wanda in there. Good to know.

“Hey, Barton.” The deep voice of Bucky answered, and you knew that if he was there, then…

“How’s it going, Clint?” … Steve was there as well. The two were joined at the hip and it was sickeningly sweet. However, outside of Nat, they were going to be the hardest to sneak past. You just had to trust that Clint could distract them.

“Well,” you heard him say, “it’s a funny story…” That was your queue. The plan was that he would start some long, rambling story that had no real conclusion to it while you snuck in the room and carefully grabbed your prize. Looking around the door frame you could see your heist partner and the muscled backs of two super-soldiers, whose body language still gave off an air of interest. With all the stealth you could muster, you tiptoed into the common room, thankful for the carpet on the floor that muffled your steps. However, you did need to get into the kitchenette, which had a tiled floor. 

Keeping low, you scurried across the open space and ducked down behind the counter. Clint was still droning on about his friend’s cousin’s son who’d found a one-eyed dog cowering behind a dumpster, and when he did an impression of said dog, letting out a mournful howl, you carefully opened the cupboard in front of you. There was your prize! You wanted to clap your hands in glee, but that would have to wait until later. 

It was a moment’s work to pull the cloth bag from your back pocket and you waited for Clint’s next sound-effect to grab what you came here to find. You heard Bucky sigh, loudly and unsubtly, and you waited with baited breath, hoping that Clint could hook him back into the story. The sudden sound of Clint trying to be a bomb seemed to work so you decided to do a grab and dash. Once you rounded the corner, back into the corridor, you sped up into a sprint, before jumping up to grab the vent-duct access door and scrabbling up into your and Clint’s not-so-hidden highway.

You crawled along until you got to the junction that was your current ‘nest’. A soft thunk and a snuffling noise let you know that your charge had woken up.

“Hey, boy.” You reached out and scratched the dirty yellow dog on the top of his head. A few minutes later, Clint appeared by your side, grinning.

“The secret to any lie is to mix in a bit of the truth,” he announced as he reached into the bag beside you and opened the bag of artisan jerky. He pulled out three pieces, passing one to you, shoving another into his mouth and holding the other one out in front of the dog.

“Here you go, Lucky. Some of Bucky and Steve’s personal stash. Full of protein and low on additives.” The animal quickly scoffed it down and started to look around for another piece. The whole bag was empty within a matter of minutes, which was about the same time the three of you heard wails of anguish echoing up into the metal vents.

“Clint! Pip! Where’s my goddamn jerky?”

Friend-zone for life 🛑

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Peter Parker. Rate T. Angst, Unrequited love, friendship, feels. Approx 650 words

“Oh, Peter.” You sighed and gave him a sad smile. The young avenger stood in front of you, his dark hair tamed within an inch of his life with gel, wearing a dress shirt and slacks and holding a slowly wilting bunch of flowers in his hand. It was obvious that he’d heard you griping about your lacklustre love-life and how frustrating it was to be single in the lead up to Valentine’s day, because here he was, standing at your door with the most hopeful look on his face and you were about to break his heart.

“Please hear me out,” he garbled. “I know I’m a bit younger than you, but they say that age is just a number, and it’s not that big of an age gap, and like I’m in my prime and so are you, you know, for umm…” he trailed off as he turned bright pink.

You held back a second sigh — it wouldn’t help — and stepped back from your door to allow him to enter. It wouldn’t do to have this conversation out in the corridor. “Come in. Sit down.”

Peter scurried over to your couch and sat down on the edge of it, his hands holding the bouquet in a death grip. You took a careful seat on the single armchair opposite. “Look, Peter. I’m not going to say I’m not flattered — you’re a good looking young man and you have a lot to commend you — but I’m not what you’re looking for and you’re not what I’m looking for.”

“Oh.” His head dropped and you felt like the scum of the earth. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. “I just thought…”

“I know you did. And let me tell you, when I was your age there is no way I would have approached someone I had a crush on, especially if they were older than me.”

“You’re only nine years older,” he started to argue, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“Yes, and when you’re my age, nine years older doesn’t mean that much. However, when you’re your age, nine years is a lot. But it’s not even that. I don’t want you thinking you can wait a few years and try again. I don’t want to upset you — I never would, you mean too much to me — but I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve known you since you were fifteen. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re my friend — my honorary little brother. I’m never going to be able to love you the way you want and the way you deserve.”

Peter seemed to slump even further, making him look even smaller and even younger. And then you heard the sniff.

“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” He suddenly stood up and pressed the heel of his palm to his eye. You turned your head away, trying to give him a semblance of privacy to get himself under control. 

“I’m sorry, too. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yeah. Friends.” There was a petulant note in his voice, but you couldn’t be mad at him. His emotions were currently in charge. “You can keep the flowers. Or bin them. Whatever.” He dropped them on your coffee table and stalked over to the door, leaving your apartment and letting it bang shut behind him.

Now you let out that sigh, cradling your head in your hands as the emotional anguish washed over you. You peered at the flowers, a few of them now hanging limply on snapped stems.

“FRIDAY,” you called out. “Can you ask Tony to go and find Peter? I think he could do with a friend right now.”

“Sure,” the AI responded. “And would you like me to ask Mr Barton to come to you?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

Adopt a pet with 🐾

For this I’ve picked M’Baku and his Sabi-Star ([River Deep] Mountain High). Rated G. Fluff. Approx 350 words.

You pressed yourself to M’Baku’s side, both awed and wary at what was in front of you.

“When I said I wanted a pet to keep me company, I was thinking about something a little more ‘lap’ friendly. Or at least manoeuvrable.”

Your lover laughed beside you, the sound rumbling in his chest as much as it rumbled through the air. “Yes, but here in Wakanda, we don’t do anything by halves. And these animals are well trained and extremely loyal. Better than any dog.”

You looked at him pointedly, still not convinced.

“Ah, Sabi. Come,” he cajoled.  “We must get closer and let them know you. Maybe pet one of the babies?”

You transferred your gaze from him to one of the babies in question. You did have to admit that they were pretty cute, especially when they ran and their ears flapped around. Giving a small nod of assent, you carefully paced forward, concentrating on these animals that were almost entirely unknown to you - outside of textbooks and the odd zoo visit at least.

M’Baku held out his hand in front of him, and you copied his action, moving cautiously, and the baby Rhinoceros huffed at the pair of you, seemingly disappointed that neither of you held some kind of treat. It moved closer, and you held your breath as it snuffled at your robes, still hoping that you hadn’t arrived empty handed. 

Slowly, you reached out your hand and scratched the youngster behind one of its leathery ears and a giggle escaped you. Of all the things you’d experienced here in Wakanda, this was the most surreal. Suddenly, one of the adult rhino’s let out a bellow and the calf’s ears pricked up before it turned on its heels and trotted back over to the rest of the herd.

Behind you, W’Kabi sniggered. “That one is curious, unomdla. He will make a great War Rhino when he is grown. He is not frightened of one thing.”

“Yes,” M’Baku agreed. “Akọni.”

You watched the rhino calf frolic in the grass with the other youngsters, and felt yourself smile as your heart melted.

“Akọni.”

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Reader x Lee Bodecker. Rated E. Blowjob, unsafe driving, future sexy time discussed. Approx 250 words.

“Fuck, darlin’! That mouth on you.” The car lurched to the side, before coming back under control.

You pulled off Lee’s cock with a pop and smiled up at him. “Eye’s on the road, Sheriff. You don’t wanna get pulled over for dangerous driving.” You continued to jack him in your spit slicked hand. “You just get us to the look-out safely, and if you manage not to come, then maybe I’ll let you add a little cream to my peach pie.” You gave him a theatrical wink and then resumed your task, licking and slurping all over his shaft before widening your lips over his fat tip. 

You hadn’t planned on giving Lee road-head on the way out to ‘your spot’, but you’d been feeling some kinda way all day, and just couldn’t wait a moment longer to get your hands on him. You loved the way his soft flesh filled your hands. How the weight of him on top of you, spent and sated, made you feel safe and relaxed. And you knew, that even if he did blow in your mouth he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied — he was good with his mouth and hands and he could keep you warm with those until he recovered. Now that you thought about it, that was feeling like a better idea. You hummed and felt him twitch, then slid your hand down to massage his balls.

It turns out that going for a late-night drive could be fun…

Let them fight your battles (while you swoon) 🛡️

This is definitely Nick Fowler and his spoiled brat (Ice Sculpture, Satin and Lace for my lover). Rated M. Violence, Suggestive language. Approx 450 words.

“Come on, darling. You look like you wanna have some fun.”

You reared back and wrinkled your nose as the guy who’d been pestering you all evening, and been getting subsequently more and more drunk, lurched back into your personal space.

“I do, which is why I came here tonight. With my friends. And why I kept telling you ‘no’. Now take the hint and go away.” This man had been the only blot on your night out with friends, and now he had followed the group of you out of the club. Of course he still didn’t engage the last few brain cells he had left, and his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Frigid bitch.”

Instead of being outraged, you rolled your eyes. Now, you could deal with this yourself but it would be far more interesting to watch—

A third hand appeared, gripping your assailant the way he was gripping you, except that this third hand squeezed a lot harder. The man let go of you with a cry and was wrenched away from you with a large amount of force. He staggered, his balance severely impaired, but he wasn’t allowed to fall. Because Nick wasn’t done with him yet.

The drunkard didn’t really know what was going on when the punch landed on the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, but in contrast Nick looked totally unruffled, albeit very angry. God he was magnificent. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation, barely noticing the discomfort of your friends at the violence unfolding. Or maybe you just didn’t care.

A second punch followed the first and this time Nick let the man fall, but only so he could follow it up with a violent kick to the ribs, and a stamp to his outstretched hand. He hadn’t even said a word.

Satisfied that the drunken scum wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Nick turned and walked toward you, carelessly wiping away the blood from his knuckles with the handkerchief from his pocket. When he reached you, he cradled your cheek in his palm and you relaxed into it.

“Are you alright, dragostea mea?” His voice was full of concern.

“I’m fine, Nicky. Just need you to take me home.”

“Yes, you need to rest after such a shock.”

You looked up at him, a mix of incredulity and condescension. “No, Nicky, I need you to bend me over and rail me until I cry.”

“Well, who would I be if I denied a lady her wish?”

With a chuckle, you linked your arm through his and let him lead you over to where his car was parked, totally oblivious to the expressions of shock behind you.

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Reader x Tony. Rated M. Sexual Banter, Innuendo, HR nightmare conversations. 550 words.

“You wanted to see me?” You walked into Tony’s office and closed the door behind you. Not because you wanted privacy, per se, but more to stop anyone else overhearing your banter and reporting the pair of you to HR.

Your boss, and friend, looked up from his desk with a big grin on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I always want to see you, Bun-bun.”

You grinned back as you walked closer and perched yourself up on the antique mahogany. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Tone.”

Tony clasped his hand theatrically to his chest. “You wound me, Bunny. As if I would restrict my attention to just your sex. Think of all the disappointed fellas.”

A chuckle bubbled up your throat, but you only indulged it for a moment. You were here for work after all. “So what can I do you for, my Liege?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere… but yes, actual adulting.” Tony rolled his eyes and you resisted the urge to smirk — he was so dramatic. “We — and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’ — need to chase up Cyber-research on their report into the latest AI automaton, Prosthetics need to feedback on, well, the feedback issues and I need a Non-fat, almond milk, Venti Caramel Frappucino.”

Your left eyebrow rose up into your hairline. “One, what did your last slave die of? And two, I thought you only drank black coffee?”

Tony lent across the desk, getting closer to you as if he had some kind of secret to reveal. “In reverse order, Pepper tells me I ought to have a more varied diet and if you, sweet Rabbit, were my slave, I would definitely have you doing far more interesting, and stimulating things, than chasing reports and picking up coffee. Alas, you are merely my PA. Although I do have an opening for a slave position.”

“Just the one position? You disappoint me, boss. I’d expect you to be far more versatile.”

He shrugged with a facade of nonchalance. “I can be versatile, just ask — actually, no. Don’t ask them. It didn’t end well. Anyway, chop-chop. The quicker you leave, the sooner you come back with my coffee and I can continue to convince you of the benefits of being my personal servant as opposed to my personal assistant.”

You pushed yourself off the desk and smoothed down your skirt. “It’s a good thing I can take all of this in the manner in which it’s meant, Tony. Anyone else would have you watching a disappointed Cap video about sexual harassment.” 

At your comment, Tony pulled a disgusted face and you giggled as you walked towards the door. You took hold of the knob, turned it and were about to make your exit when Tony decided that he had, of course, to have the last word. “If there’s ever anything else you want to take—” he waggled his eyebrows, “— I have privacy glass in this office.” 

You clicked your tongue, flipped him your middle finger and went back to your job, with a shake of your head. Not everyone could handle Tony, but you had to say it made your days that bit more interesting. And who knew, maybe, one day, you’d take him up on his offer.

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