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[elderwisp]

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[starrbishops]

⟡Baby, I'm Yours⟡

(Bob Reynolds x f!Reader)

Summary: You have sex with Bob for the first time. (sequel to Risk but can be read standalone)

Word Count: 4K

Notes: Set after the events of Thunderbolts*, established relationship, SMUT, "what are we gonna do ride Bob" 😏, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, p in v, missionary, cowgirl, multiple rounds (super stamina woohoo!) unproteted sex (wrap it up kids), Bob Reynolds has a big dick fight me on this, references to masturbation and wet dreams, aftercare, Bob's eyes glow when he cums (I warned you all)

a/n: So I finished writing this and then made this silly little textpost and uh. people liked it a lot so i'm proud to present you the basis for it. Just wanna say from the bottom of my heart Bob Reynolds is a little shit from Florida and yes he IS mostly submissive and he DOES whimper during sex but he is NOT an innocent baby boy and he CAN and DOES fuck. Okay rant done enjoy the sex.

You spend the next few minutes wrapped up in each other’s arms in the dim lamplight, kissing and giggling and just being together. It’s intimate, a kind of safety Bob hasn’t felt maybe ever. It's exhilarating, like something out of a dream. You’re really here, kissing him, touching him, wanting him. The thought just plays over and over in his mind. He’s so preoccupied by you, he’s barely aware of the growing hardness in his pants. Which you quickly become aware of.

You pull away mid-kiss, and Bob furrows his brow, worried he did something wrong. Even in the darkness, he can see the confusion on your face. “Um, Bob…” you trail off, not sure how to point it out. Then it hits him.

“Oh!” he scrambles back, grabbing a pillow to cover his lap. “I am so sorry, that, I did not mean to do that, I-”

“Bob.” you chuckle, a reassuring smile on your face. “It’s okay. I was just…surprised.” Bob laughs nervously in response, still clutching the pillow. 

“Do you want to?” Bob tilts his head at your question.

“Want, want to what?”

“Have sex, Bob.” you say, flat out. You’re never one to beat around the bush, you get straight to the point. It’s one of the things he likes about you. 

Still, his brain needs a moment to catch up to what’s happening around him. “Oh, um, do you? Want to?”

You nod. “We don’t have to, I mean, I don’t want to pressure you into-”

“I do!” he exclaims. “Want to. Have sex with you. Now. If you want to.”

You just smile, crawling over to his side of the bed. You unclasp his fingers from the pillow, taking its place in his lap. On instinct he wraps his arms around your waist, resting them just barely on the small of your back. He’s still not sure if he’s allowed to touch you, or should be. You kiss his jaw, gentle and soft, testing the waters. Bob’s breath catches as you do so, and you continue, trailing down his jawline to his neck, pausing at the conjunction of his neck and shoulder, where you begin sucking a bruise into the skin.

Bob releases a broken moan, his hands gripping onto your hips. You can feel how hard he is beneath you, and get a sense of just how big he is. The Sentry Project changed a lot about him, you know that. It’d crossed your mind that it might have affected him down there, but it still surprises you just a bit. Or maybe he’d always been like this. He’s just as incredible to you, powers or not.

Satisfied with yourself, you pull away from Bob’s neck, grinning at the darkening bruise forming there. He moves a hand from you to touch it, as if he’s making sure it’s real. You take his hand in yours, placing it on your face. 

He looks up at you with a hungry gaze, before moving in to devour you once again. Robert Reynolds kisses like a man starved, gorging himself on your affection for fear it’ll vanish once more. You hold him tight, kiss him back as hard as you can. A reassurance, a promise that you’re not going anywhere, not now, not ever if you had it your way.

“Take your clothes off,” you pant out between kisses. It’s not meant to be an order, but Bob certainly takes it as one, immediately rushing to pull off his baggy sweatshirt, followed quickly by his t-shirt underneath. Bob is the last guy anyone would expect to be jacked, but here he is.

You run a hand along the line of his abs, Bob shivering under your touch. “You’re beautiful, y’know?” you whisper, kissing his cheek as you squeeze his shoulder. He chuckles, nervously muttering something under his breath. “You are.” you insist, pulling back to face him. “Not because of your body, but because you’re you, okay?”

He nods, gazing up at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars for him. You’re not sure how to respond to his look of absolute adoration except to once again kiss him senseless. 

He starts tugging on the hem of your shirt, a request. You’re still in your tactical gear, crumpled and dirty from your mission. You pull back, getting to work on removing your various holsters and hidden knives, Bob assisting you to the best of his ability.

“You have so many knives.” he points out, adding number five to the pile that’s begun forming next to where the two of you sit.

“You never know.” you quip as you find your last one, moving the pile over to Bob’s nightstand as he starts yanking your shirt up.

“Only fair.” he points out with a smirk. You raise your arms over your head, allowing him to tug off your suit, leaving just your bra covering your top. You reach behind yourself to unclip it, only for Bob to swat your hand away. “I got it.” he insists, taking only a moment as he unfastens it, tossing it somewhere in the room.

He takes a second to take in the view, his mouth hangs open in the shape of a smile, not sure whether to gape or cheer. He quickly puts his mouth to better use, kissing a trail down your collarbone to your breasts, one hand on each pressing them together as he lavishes them.

“Can I eat you out?” Bob’s voice interrupts the silence, peering up at you from between your breasts. “I-I’m not that great, but I want to try. Please.”

You nod, rolling off of him and laying on your back while Bob settles himself between your legs, busying himself with tugging your pants off. “Have you done this before?”

“Hm?” he snaps out of his focus at the sound of your voice. “Oh, yeah, I just, never really got to do it properly, y’know? Take my time.” He tosses your pants away, fingers hooking under your underwear before pausing. “Do you still want to?”

“Bob, I want you between my legs five minutes ago.” he grins and yanks off your underwear, not even tearing his eyes away from your pussy. Even hidden beneath his shaggy brown hair you can see his dark blue eyes are blown out with lust, lingering carnal desire evident on his face.

Bob doesn’t bother with words. He just goes to work, gripping your thighs in his large hands and licking a stripe up your cunt as you moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he begins to lap at you. It’s messy, imprecise, but god it feels so good. He’s learning, noticing what gets the most reaction and keeping it up. He sees how your breath catches when he just barely flicks his tongue against your clit, filing it away for later. 

“Fuck, Bob, baby…” you pant, gripping his hair like a lifeline. “Not great my ass, you liar…”

Bob interrupts your jokes by sucking on your clit, earning another sudden moan from you before he stops suddenly, perking his head up. “Can I use my fingers?”

“Hell yeah.” you manage to breathe out. He nods and lowers his head back down, this time moving his hand from where it digs into your thigh to swipe through the wetness of your folds. He coats his index finger in your arousal, looking straight in your eyes as he licks it off. 

“You taste so good.” you mumbles as he slowly inserts his finger into you, a choked out moan escaping your throat. Bob’s a big guy, and more than once you’ve imagined those massive hands of his fingering you. Reality is ten times better than any fantasy.

He starts slowly, putting what he's learned into practice and continuing to alternate licking and sucking at your clit while he presses his finger in and out of you. You jerk against his grip, back arching as he hits that perfect spot within you. His grip on your thigh just tightens, and he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “I got you.” he mutters, adding another finger and speeding up his pace, making sure to hit the spot that seems to make you go wild. It works, judging from the strings of expletives and moans that continue to escape you.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening as you writhe under Bob’s touch, every move sending licks of fire through your body. “Bob, Bob, ‘m so close, baby, please…”

Bob cuts you off with a moan between your legs, the vibrations reverberating through you, pushing you closer to your high. His eyes shut in pleasure as he devours you, the sound of you moaning out his name better than any high he’s ever felt.

“‘So close, Bob, please…” 

He takes it as a sign, sucks on your clit even harder, opening his eyes so he can watch you fall apart under him. And you do, crying out his name, one hand with a death grip on his hair and the other gripping the pillows so hard he’s surprised it hasn’t exploded into feathers. 

He keeps it up through your orgasm, slowing down the pace of his fingers and switching from sucking to gentle licks on your clit as you come down. “Jesus fucking Christ, Bob,” you pant, gazing down at the man between your legs.

“Did I do good?” he asks, his voice earnest and hopeful. It’s quite the contrast, the feeling of ecstasy still buzzing in the bones, the sight of your slick all over his chin, compared to the genuine worried look in his eyes as he asks the question.

“Yes, Bob, that was good.” you half-laugh. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in a long time.”

He grins, satisfied with his work. “Nice.” he crawls up your body, gingerly pressing a kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on him, the flavor driving you even crazier, making you more desperate for him. You lightly tug on his lower lip, earning a deep groan from Bob.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” he mumbles, the kiss becoming a collision of lips and teeth, the two of you stick with saliva and arousal. “You’re so perfect, and you want me.”

“Want you so bad, Bob.” you mutter into his mouth between kisses. “Want your cock, please.”

He moans, pulling away to look at your face, eyes dark with lust, lips kiss-swollen and wet, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Say it again.”

“God, need your pretty cock inside of me, Bob, baby, please-” he’s smashing his lips against yours again, one hand working on tugging his sweatpants off. He sits up, you joining in assisting him. He pulls his boxers down with them as he finally rids himself of the wretched garments, his cock laying hard and leaking against his perfect abs. It’s better than you could’ve imagined, long and girthy, veins running along it. A small part of you worries about walking tomorrow, but the part of your brain that is so goddamn horny overrules it.

“I got a condom somewhere, I think.” he’s saying, although you barely register it as you stare at his length.

“You’re good!” you snap out of it, Bob turning back to you. “I’m all clean, IUD, you’re good.” you clear your throat, a bit awkwardly, “I’m not planning on being with anyone else, so…”

“Oh my god,” Bob grins, settling himself back on the bed before pulling you into his lap, “I’m clean too, and I don’t want anyone but you. You’re perfect.” he presses a kiss to your temple.

You chuckle as you recall something. “Remember how John was saying we should ride you into the sky?”

Bob looks confused, but nods. You lean in, whispering in his ear. “This is what I was imagining.”

His hands grip your hips, a stuttered breath escaping against your shoulder. He can barely get the words, “oh yeah?” out.

“Yeah.” you whisper, nipping at his neck, before pressing a kiss to it.

He’s hot against your aching cunt as you raise your hips, aligning yourself with his hardened cock. The pre-cum leaking from his tip mixing with the abundance of arousal dripping between your thighs. “Y-you ready? I know it’s kinda a lot, I mean, it always was, and then Sentry, well-”

“Bob, you’re perfect.” you look him right in the eyes, giving him a kind smile, as if he’s not about to fuck you raw. “I want you. All of you.”

He nods, clearly psyching himself up. He’s had flings before, and he knows he’s a lot to take. The Sentry Project enhanced all of him, and he’s doing his best not to hurt you. “Just tell me if you need to stop, okay?” You nod, and with a sharp inhale you begin to lower yourself, the head of his cock breaching your entrance. You gasp, and he pauses, making sure you’re okay. You just nod fervently, unable to form sentences at the feel of him stretching you out. It’s a little painful, which you expected, but the pleasure far outweighs the fact that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You continue, brow furrowed in concentration, whimpers escaping Bob beneath you at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing around him.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, hooooly shit,” he groans as he shuts his eyes in pleasure, doing his best not to cum when he’s only halfway in you, “you’re so fucking tight, oooh my god, are you okay?” 

You nod, nails digging into his shoulders as you pause, trying to adjust to the feel of him in you. Even only halfway, the stretch is more than you’ve ever had before, and it feels fucking incredible. You start to understand the meaning of being cockdrunk for the first time. 

With a final groan, you settle on Bob’s lap, his cock sheathed in you completely, panting at the feel of you around him. “Holy fuck,” he mutters, head hanging in the crook of your neck. For a few moments, the only sound is your intertwined breaths, your bodies hot and slick with sweat against one another as you sit there.

You roll your hips experimentally, a small moan escaping at the sensation. Bob’s head rolls back against the headboard, his grip on you even tighter than before. You’re gonna have bruises of his handprint for days.

You start slowly, rising and lowering onto his thick length. “Fuck, Bob…” you moan, eyes rolling back as you lose any sense of time and place, the only thing left the feeling of Bob’s body pressed against yours, Bob’s cock splitting you open as you bounce in his lap. 

“You’re gonna kill me, fuck…” he groans into your neck as you quicken your pace, the need for him growing. He bites on your collarbone as another moan escapes his chest, thrusts quickening. He kisses the spot he’s marked, sucking a bruise into it. “You’re so good, so perfect…”

“All yours, Bob.” you pant, one hand turning his face to look at you. “I’m all yours, baby.”

The sound Bob makes borders on animalistic, a whine escaping his lips as he kisses you, sloppy and desperate. “I’m yours,” he murmurs against your lips, “I’m yours forever.”

The lewd sound of wet skin slapping echoes throughout his room interspersed with Bob’s whines and your cries. You look like an angel above him, the golden light illuminating your glassy eyes as you moan with pleasure, your tits bouncing with each movement. You can already feel your second orgasm coming, and from the expletives escaping Bob, he’s fast approaching his as well. And then you notice.

“I-is something wrong? You okay?” Bob murmurs, noticing your confused expression.

“Y-your eyes, Bob, fuck…” 

He doesn’t even realize till now that his eyes are glowing. It’s another thing the Sentry Project changed about him. It happens when he gets too caught up in something, uses his powers, gets frustrated or angry. He’d never realized it happened in situations like this. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he tells you, clenching his jaw as he tries to hold it together, his eyes buzzing with light, the lamps in the room’s brightness going in and out. “Should I-where should I-”

“In me.” you moan you rapidly bounce yourself up and down, “fuck, Bob, fill me up, please!”

“So good to me, so pretty,” he murmurs as he desperately tries to hold out from his high, his grip on you bruising, quickly losing control of himself as he unwinds. “I’m gonna give you everything. It’s all yours, baby, all for you.”

“Fuck, yes, Bob! Please, please please please-” your babbling moans end with a last scream of his name as you cum, cunt clenching around him as you take him as deep as possible, pelvises flush against each other. Something about the golden glow of his irises, the low rasp in his voice, the words themselves, it all sends you crashing over the edge, an incoherent, animalistic noise escaping you as you cling to Bob, pressing your forehead up against his.

 Bob whimpers, the glow from his eyes illuminating your face as you cum, the way your eyes roll back, the debauched expression you wear. It’s enough to send him over the edge, his eyes buzzing with light as he cums. With a cry of your name, Bob tumbles over the edge, arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You feel the warm spurts of his cum within you, painting your insides, claiming you for himself. The two of you sit there, panting and sweating as you come down.

“Oh my, fucking god, that was amazing.” he looks up at you, a tired, fucked out expression on his face. “You’re amazing.”

“So are you.” you smile, removing your nails from where they’ve left red crescents on Bob’s shoulder blades, moving to cup his cheek. “So good to me, baby.”

“I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, one hand running down to your waist. 

You shake your head. “Well, I can’t really feel my legs, but I did expect that, so…”

“Sorry.” he says, though that smile on his face says otherwise. He’s proud of himself.

“‘S alright.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. He whines, shifting his head to kiss you properly. He’s still inside of you, and you can feel his cock, still semi-hard within you. Even after two orgasms, you look up at him and want more, wanting to feel him, for the feeling of his skin on yours to never leave. “I could go again, honestly.”

“Really?” he laughs, a little surprised at both your stamina and the fact that you still want him. He sighs, one hand running along your jaw as he feels himself already growing hard once again. “I can’t say no to you.”

“So, yes to round two?”

“If I ever say no to that question, shoot me.” he grins, wrapping his arms around your hips as he rolls you both over, his cock staying in you the whole time. “How’s this?”

You yelp a little from the change in position, landing on your back and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders once again. 

You’re still sensitive from your first two orgasms, and Bob is aware of that.“I got you.” he whispers into your shoulders, rolling his hips gently. “I’ll take care of you. Promise.” He goes slowly, his eyes locked on yours as you pant under him, head falling back against the pillows.He kisses you again, hungry and desperate, as he sets his pace, dragging his cock out before pushing back in once again. Bob is gentle with you, considerate, a man with the power of a thousand suns turned docile above you.

“So many dirty dreams about you, baby, you’re so much better than any of ‘em.” Bob mutters into your shoulder. He looks up at you, a little unsure, although his pace doesn't change. “Is this a dream? Are you here?”

“I’m here, Bob.” you moan, giving him a small smile as you run a hand through his hair. “I-fuck! I’m here.”

You look like heaven, messy hair framing your face, mouth gaping, eyes shut as you throw your head back. You’re all he wants, everything he needs. He could stay here forever, taking care of you, fucking you, whatever you want. Just as long as you neer stop giving him those sweet smiles, screaming out his name just like that as he fucks you.

“Bob,” you call his name in a breathy whisper, “more, please, baby.”

He nods, speeding up his thrusts, pushing into you with more force. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass as you pull him deeper into you. He breaks eye contact to look down at where your bodies connect, gazing at the sheen of your arousal around his cock, the white ring forming at the base of it. A mixture of both of your cum spurts out around where he’s entering you, and the sight somehow manages to make him even harder.

He’s moaning again, and before you know it his hands are on your face, pulling you up to kiss him as his thrusts grow harder and shallower, barely pulling out before slamming his full length back into you. “Fuck, Bob, yes, just like that, yes!” You scream at the sensation. You couldn’t give a fuck if the others hear when Bob Reynolds is on top of you, pounding his pretty cock into you, whispering dirty nothings in your ear.

One hand leaves your face and returns to the spot between you, rubbing gentle circles on your clit. “Come on, baby, give it to me, please.” he practically begs, dark blue eyes once again shining above you. “Need you to cum for me, come on my cock, please.” You do as he says, the coil in your stomach snapping once more, ecstasy washing over you, your cunt clenching around Bob’s length. Bob curses, pressing his lips against yours as he thrusts as deep as possible, filling you up with his cum once again.

“Fuck.” you groan, barely able to lift your head. “That was cool. The eye thing.” 

“I didn’t know I did that.” he admits, rolling off of you. A small gasp escapes him as he watches his cum spill out of you, sticky and wet between your thighs. “You just look so perfect full of me.”

You smile, taking a deep breath as Bob quickly runs to the bathroom, returning with a warm towel that he uses to wipe you down. “Y’know, I never took you for a talker.”

“What, during sex?” he asks, as if he’s not literally wiping his cum off of you.

“Sex takes some of your brain cells out of you, huh?” you joke, sitting up on your elbows.

Bob chuckles, giving a small shrug. “I think that’s just what you do to me.”

After he’s carried you to the bathroom to pee, gotten you a glass of water, you settle yourself on his bare chest, running your finger along his collarbone as he shuts out the lights.

“You’re amazing.” you tell him between yawns, your eyes closing, exhausted by your activities. “Even if I can’t sit for a week.” you mutter, and then you’re out, breathing slowing as you drift off.

Bob ust smiles at the sight of you, resting against his chest, comfortable and content. Never in a million years did he think he’d have something like this. A home in the tower, a family in the team, and a love in you. “You’re perfect” he says to no one, pressing one last kiss to your hair as he wraps an arm around you, shutting his eyes for the night. “And all mine.”

[reader-from-nowhere]

HI WOAH your comic looks awesome also the red letters behind Hot Rod as he passes out were itching at my brain. I realized it was Ancient Autobot and I decoded it and it says “WELCOME HOME”??? Who is saying that.. is it an Autobot…? this is ominous! ANYWAY very very cool comic WOOHOO!!!!

Yeppp, I'm pretty sure your the first person to point it out?

Congrats! You get a doodle :)

[timsrins]

a/n: *taps mic* ipad kid rin *drops mic* WOOHOO 🥳

“turn that shit off,” you groan, pulling the blanket over your head in a desperate attempt to block out the harsh light coming from rin’s ipad.

“reviewing matches,” he says flatly, as if that somehow makes it better.

your boyfriend has certain habits you question sometimes. like obsessively cleaning his cleats until they reflect your face back at you like a mirror, or holding yoga poses that look borderline inhuman. and of course, watching horror movies at three in the morning in full brightness just because he doesn’t have training the next day.

you don’t really have a problem with it. i mean, rin rarely gets off days, so you want him to enjoy them. but watching the shining in full volume, right beside you in bed, with every scream echoing directly into your eardrum? have i mentioned that it’s three am? 3:26 to be exact.

yeah, you are one second away from smothering him with his own pillow.

“liar,” you mumble. “i can hear what you’re watching. turn it off.”

you emerge from the safety of your cocoon, hand blindly reaching out toward his direction. he meets you halfway, casually intertwining his fingers with yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world—and it is. for him, at least.

“almost done with it,” he murmurs, eyes still glued to the screen.

“turn it down, then. any louder and i’ll start hearing it in my dreams.”

“sae never complained.” he huffs.

“sae was in spain. does he even know you watch these things at night?”

well, that got him to shut up.

he pauses the movie with a quiet tap, finally turning toward you. his expression is unreadable as always—half-bored, half-annoyed, but beneath it, there's that familiar softness only you ever get to see.

without a word, he leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“fine,” he mutters. “but you’re waking me up if i fall asleep before finishing it.”

“you mean if you pass out with the movie playing and scare the hell out of me at four am?”

he doesn’t answer. he’s already unpausing the film—but at least the volume’s lower now.

you yawn, settling back into the sheets with your fingers tight around his hand. rin squeezes back three times.

in your dreams, you think you saw rin bent backwards and crawling towards you like he’s from an exorcism movie.

when you wake up the next morning glaring at him and not letting him hug you? rin can only sulk in confusion.

[ms-metra]

THIS... THIS IS ME. I've always tried to articulate these feelings, and you've done so perfectly. Thank you so much.

For me, it was largely regular existential crises that kept me up at night, when I was younger. I'd think about the universe and life and how one day not only would I not exist, but nothing at all would exist. The nothingness would be universal. And that's scary.

It's better now, but really, thank you so much for sharing this. <3333

[lucymmiller]

Moving In

The Millers move into their new house. 

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Pre/no-outbreak AU. Husband!Joel, Wife!Reader, and tiny Sarah. 

Tags: pure fluff, slice-of-life, domestic!joel, joel is absolutely smitten, established relationship, dirty jokes, profanity, no y/n, playful couple banter, kinda cheesy, can imagine show or game joel and sarah here, fluff, no reader description, sarah is reader’s kid, allusions to future pregnancy, fluff, did I mention fluff? 

Author’s Note: woohoo!!! first one-shot everrrr!!!! this idea came to me when I saw a commercial of a couple and their kid on a mattress on the floor, and i simply had to make it about joel miller. let me know what you guys think. my inbox is always open :) 

Word count: 1.4k

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“Alright, babygirl– we’re here.” 

Joel sighs, killing the engine of the janky moving truck before hopping out. He swings around to the other side of the cab, opening your door first, then Sarah’s. Here is your new house. 

You haul a sleepy Sarah into your arms, her bright eyes still heavy with the remnants of her backseat slumber. “Ready to see the house?” you whisper, just to her. 

Sarah nods, and the excited grin that graces her face makes your heart ache. 

Your husband fumbles with the new keys, the metal still well-polished and the key ring still vacant of any keychains. He grunts quietly as he pushes the door open. There isn’t a creak, no squeal either, not like the apartment you left for good this morning. Joel steps aside, letting you and Sarah occupy the space right next to him. 

All three of you are silent.

There’s something so refreshing about the new space. Something magical, almost. 

You stare at the newly renovated floor, then the freshly painted walls, then the intricate details of the fireplace in the middle of the living room wall. It hits you, really hits you, that this is your space now. More importantly, your space that you get to share with the people you love most. 

The silence is cut through by Sarah suddenly gasping. Instinctively, you and Joel both almost snap your necks looking at your kid, and when you do, she’s absolutely gleaming.

She squirms out of your arms, leaving you no time to protest as she runs over to a corner of the living room. There’s an old wooden box, probably left behind by the previous owners. Each panel of wood has winding engravings of butterflies and flowers, which would make a beautiful jewelry box, you think, but what gets Sarah excited about it is–

“It’s purple!”

She almost squeals, the sound reverberating off of the empty walls. She sits criss-cross in front of the box, taking it in her hands and flipping the top open. It’s bare inside, but it won’t be long until she fills it with everything her little heart desires.

You turn to look at Joel. He’s never looked so content before. 

His gaze lands on yours and his expression somehow softens even more. “Can you believe it? Place is ours.” He mutters in disbelief. 

“It’s perfect.” You reply. 

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It takes you about an hour to haul everything in from the U-Haul.

“I refuse to believe that we had that much shit in our apartment.” You heave, eyebrows furrowed as you lean against the porch railing to rest. Joel shakes his head, hands on his hips like they always are when he’s being a little cocky. 

“And who thought it’d be a good idea to bring absolutely everything?” His eyes are wide in a pointed stare. Though he’s not showing his exhaustion, there’s sweat beading at his hairline that you narrow your eyes at. 

“Didn’t bring absolutely everything,” you retort, mocking the gentle lilt of his voice. “Only the necessities.”

“Mhm. ‘Cause your uh- empty candle jars are necessities?” 

“S’called upcycling, Miller.” 

He shakes his head as he takes a step forward, then another. He brings you into his arms, sweaty palms coming up to cup your face. 

“Drenched-” You croak out in protest, snatching his wrists and trying to twist away from him with little success. He chuckles, then, when he gets a hold of your face, he speaks low– “You talkin’ about you or me?” 

“You’re gross,” you shoot him a look, hiding your cheeky grin in his chest when he envelops you in his arms. Then, after a beat, you admit in a whisper– “both.”

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“You really think my desk can fit through this?” You stare at the doorway of the spare room that was labelled an office space on the listing. The doorway is a little too narrow for your liking, and you definitely don’t want to have to ditch the desk you’ve called yours since before you even met Joel.

“We’ll figure it out, baby.” He reassures you with a loving hand on your lower back. 

“Just don’t want this room to be empty for too long. You know, I never really had any superstitions, but the one about empty rooms-”

“Don’t gotta be empty.” Joel interrupts.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head, staring up at him. 

A bashful look comes across his face, his right hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. “Last owners used it as a nursery for a while.” 

Your eyebrows shoot up and you take a step back, teasing. “Uh-huh? And that matters because?” 

Joel shrugs with a pout, turning away from you to run his fingers along the light green wallpaper. “We’ll figure it out.” 

He glances over his shoulder and sees you standing in the opposite corner with crossed arms and a shit-eating grin on your face. You echo his words. 

“We’ll figure it out.”

—-------

While you and Joel unpack the kitchenware you regretfully wrapped in what feels like a hundred layers of newspaper, Sarah unpacks her toys, gasping at each one as if she didn’t toss them in the box the day before. 

“Daddy, look- it’s Miss Ladybug!” Sarah lifts up a ladybug stuffed toy that Joel got her at the bug museum a couple of summers ago. She came up with the name for the spotted plushie on the drive back home. Joel looks up from a stack of plates with his eyebrows raised, feigning surprise. “Well would’ya look at that. Thought she flew outta the truck on the way here.” 

Sarah giggles in response, dragging Miss Ladybug with her as she sprints over to where you and Joel sit on the floor. 

“Careful, sweetheart- whole lot’a boxes you can trip over.” Joel coos, always protective. Sarah settles in your lap, a welcome disturbance amongst the ever-growing towers of ceramic in front of you. 

“Can we make a fort tonight? Please?” She squeezes at your arm, then points over to the bare mattress sitting in the middle of the living room, yet to be moved to you and Joel’s room. “That’s a good idea, actually.” You nod, looking over at your husband. “We bring enough blankets for that?” 

“Would be surprised if we didn’t.” He mutters, then holds in a laugh when you give him a look that’s equivalent to calling out his full legal name. 

Five big blankets and your old table lamp is all it takes to set up your sleeping situation for the night. 

Joel managed to pin a blanket to the window, securing the other end of it beneath some of the heavier boxes you had both brought in earlier. The makeshift, tent-like structure is wide enough to fit your mattress beneath it, bathing the fading white foam in the light of the setting sun. 

Sarah’s wedged between you and Joel, staring up at the floral pattern of the blanket shrouding the three of you. You’re staring at it too, until you feel a hand covering yours as it rests above Sarah’s head. You look over to see Joel’s eyes on you, quiet, admiring. 

“What?” You mouth. 

He smiles and simply shakes his head. He feels so peaceful, more than he has in a long damn time, he thinks. 

You smile back, glancing down to see Sarah’s eyes starting to get droopy with sleep. Joel’s fingers tangle with yours, rough skin against smooth. 

This shell of a home has yet to bear the same kinds of memories and the same shared laughter as your last. Its walls haven’t seen your best moments, your worst ones, not even the boring ones. 

But here, on the floor, on you and Joel’s mattress, your kid wedged between you two, in your empty living room, you know one thing–

You can’t wait to make this house into a home.

[juicebuck]

buck cockwarming in every discernible way to prove just how precious eddie's cock is. how much he treasures it. how worthy it is of buck's love and affection 🙏

YAAAAAAAY 🫶 exactly!!!!!!! like, and it's not necessarily sexual. sometimes it is. sometimes it's about intimacy and comfort. for both of them. they're watching telly on the couch and buck's just got his hand tucked into eddie’s pants, holding it like it’s something precious. because it is. or sometimes, when they're in bed, winding down for the night, buck shuffles down, rests his head on eddie's hip and holds his soft cock in his mouth, eddie's fingers in his hair. drifts off like that. or sometimes, after sex, buck grips at eddie's hips, says, please, let me. still want it. wanna keep you in me. and at some point later, after they've fallen asleep, buck wakes up to eddie fucking him again. and sometimes eddie fingers him open and slips inside of him or sits buck down on him. and they both still. and buck says, you can. stay. like this. and eddie says, can you? like a challenge. and buck's like. please. i can. i can be good. i can prove it. wanna prove it. and eddie says, prove what? and buck whines, says, how much i love your cock. and eddie says, yeah, baby. you can. and buck is so, so good. lets eddie warm his cock in him. doesn't move. holds it inside of him. clings to him. says, love you. love your cock. so much, eddie. wanna keep it in me like this forever. and eddie kisses him. says, yeah. god, buck, you're so good. so warm on my cock like this. and buck whines. presses his face into eddie’s neck, breathes out, closes his eyes. lets time pass like sinking into mollases. until eventually eddie's like, want me to move, bud? and buck's like, shaking and sweating, trying to keep still. holding on by the skin of his teeth like, if you—only if you want to. i can—i can stay. like this. be good. and eddie's like, you're being good. so fucking good. and buck keens. says, yeah? and eddie says, yeah. moves, thrusts, slow. and they both moan. and buck says, fuck, eddie. and eddie groans, yeah. pulls, pushes, again, again, slow. pants, this what you want? and buck's like, yes, yes, yes, please. fuck, eddie. and eddie makes a low, rolling sound from his chest. stills again. buck's breath stuttering to a whimper. his hips pressing down. he's sitting on it. just decided that. anyway. pressing down trying to get eddie as deep as possible. lets eddie keep him there, hold him there. pulling him down. again. and eddie says, you were made for this. and buck nods, breathes heavy. and eddie says, say it. and buck says, made for this. made for your cock. and eddie says, good. stays like that a while again. moves again. stills again. and it goes on like this forever. until eventually buck is begging for it. hips trying to move, half trying to fuck himself on eddie's cock. aborted movements. because he's trying so, so hard not to. and eddie bites at buck's shoulder. says, stay still, bud. and buck groans, stills, leans into him, panting into eddie’s neck. goes pliant, yielding. putty in eddie's hands. on eddie's cock. and eddie breathes, that's it. good boy. gonna fuck you like this. and buck sobs around a moan. says, please. want it. use me. and eddie does. flips them over, holds buck still and fucks him, uses him, gives buck what he's earned. tells him how good, how perfect he is. how much he loves him. how much his cock loves him. and they both come so hard they see shrimp colours. yay forever <3

[leaperfr0gg]

Happy uhhhhhh- shit I'm nine days late. Well anyways, Happy late Yuri day!!!💞

[slayfk]

will be attempting artfight this year!!! just finished my profile :-)

yippee! https://artfight.net/~horser

[jacenotjason]

ARTFIGHT AGHUAH

MY FIRST ART FIGHT IS GOING WELL YAAAAY

figured i should post these in fours

i wanted to keep my attacks consistent (so people could look at my attacks and like.. "know" what they'll get in return) but that fell apart real fast. now im just doing whatever i want. AHA

Characters (in order):

Neil - @xfriki26 Winifred - @itsnotmourn Rain - @yalibat Aaron - AcidTalons, whooo i dont think has tumblr?

I also think that it's really funny - of all my characters, ROMAN has received the most attacks so far, but like two over. And that's really funny to me, to imagine him like.. holding all the art in his arms like "Yay." HEHE

[songbird-28]

fan art i drew of ponyo just now bc why not

[rinastarz]

AA I'm finished!!! Wohoo... Anyways I'm so sorry @nekoboydreams for drawing and animating another one.. (I couldn't draw perriot and jester why? Cause I had to do this in 2 days since I had school exams, assignments AND group projects 💔sorry)

Goodluck on your progress neko! I love jester and pierrot

Also bonus...

the blue haired one Is supposed to represent the Mc cause I didn't have any design ideas and instead gave them somehting out of the ordinary!!

[immadatdisney2]

I am very inconvientaly feeling hella suicidal at the moment and the razors in my pencil case plus the ugly veins on my wrist are looking realllllllllllll tempting rn

[maverickbabes]

Mentor

Mentor

Hiccup Haddock x female reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff for this one, trying to ease my way back into writing :)

Summary: Hiccup is your mentor in training you to ride a dragon

"Okay y/n, you ready?" Hiccup asks you as you nod your head slowly, eyes locked on the Deadly Nadder standing right in front of you. "W-What do I do?" You asked him as your anxiety began to rise. "I'll guide you in what to do, first reach your hand out and let them come to you" Hiccup says as he nod his head as the go ahead.

Slowly, you reached your hand towards the dragon, turning your head away as you squeezed your eyes shut. The dragon tilts its head before it gently pushed its snout against your hand. You gasped as you turned your head back towards the dragon and saw its eyes locked on yours.

"Holy crap I'm doing it" You chuckled out as Hiccup claps and smiles. "See? Try to slowly pet it" Hiccup instructs you and you raise an eyebrow at him, still unsure. "Don't worry it's okay. Just take it slow" He assures you and you nod your head once more as you slowly began to scratch underneath the Deadly Nadder's chin.

The dragon made this almost purring sound as you scratched it, closing its eyes in content. "There you go y/n, you're doing great" Hiccup compliments you and you chuckle as you feel a smile creep on your face, the fear fading away. "Oh you sweet creature" You cooed at the dragon, the dragon opening its eyes to look at you with this look of love in its eyes.

After a while of you petting and getting used to the dragon, Hiccup grabs a saddle and gently harnesses it onto the dragon's back, the dragon shaking itself, trying to get used to the saddle. "Okay so what you're gonna do is slowly get into the saddle" He explains as he makes a motion with his hands and you nod your head before slowly getting into the saddle, careful not to scare it.

"That's it, nice and slow" He said and you adjust yourself in the saddle and look down at him, a huge smile plastered on your face. "I can't believe that I'm actually on a freaking dragon" You said excitedly and Hiccup chuckles as he nods his head. "Okay, you ready to take flight?" He asks you and you nod your head eagerly, ready to feel the breeze in your face.

Hiccup double checks the saddle. making sure everything was in place and gave you a thumbs up. "Whenever you're ready, go ahead" He says rubbing his hands together as he takes a step back. You leaned down and patted the side of the dragon's neck. "Okay, let's do this" You whispered softly as you straightened up and the dragon immediately took flight.

"WOOHOO" You shouted excitedly as you soared into the sky. "Let's go!" Hiccup shouts happily as he does his happy dance.

Yup, this was pretty awesome.

[sigyn-foxyposts]

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