#a bit of casual writing to destress

[murmew]

Cafe 1 - London Fog

"This is...?"

Vertin retrieved her hand and placed it on Sonetto's tidy desk next to a small stack of papers. "London fog, something for you to enjoy while working."

A vaguely sweet aroma floated up to greet her as she looked down at the mug topped with foam. It was a scent that she recognized. "This drink is the same one you ordered from the cafe we visited last week."

Vertin seemed to be a bit surprised, her eyebrows raising slightly. "You remembered that?"

"Yes, I also remember that Regulus ordered an iced caramel mocha topped with whipped cream, Druvis a latte, and Sotheby a cup of lemon black tea with honey."

A small laugh made Sonetto look up in confusion. "Did I get one of their orders wrong...?"

Vertin shook her head lightly. "No, I was just thinking about how you only got a glass of milk then."

"Milk is a better source of hydration than water. Moreover..." She trailed off. "I'm not familiar with many drinks."

That's right. That afternoon, Sonetto who had pondered long and hard about her drink of choice, settled on milk. It would have been a glass of water if not for the basis that water would have been too odd of a choice for the setting. Of course, Vertin had noticed.

"Let's use our weeklong holiday as an opportunity for you to get more familiar with all sorts of drinks then." Vertin gently pushed the London fog closer to Sonetto and gestured for her to give it a try. "Let today be London fog."

"Rog-" Sonetto caught herself. Rather than taking an order this was something much more light-hearted. "I mean, thank you, Timekeeper."

Vertin didn't mind, only crossing her arms and leaning against Sonetto's desk. With both hands, Sonetto cupped the mug, its gentle warmth permeated her gloves. Bringing the rim to her lips, she took a small sip. Her eyes widened as she was met with a unique milky fragrance. A gentle sweetness paired with a touch of lavender.

"It's good..." Sonetto's posture relaxed as she took another sip, this time less tentatively. "I'll be sure to keep this flavor in mind for future reference."

Vertin suppressed a smile. Looks like the earnest and studious side of Sonetto never left her even now. "A bit tastier than milk, isn't it?"

The answer was obvious, but Sonetto nodded regardless, cheeks dusted pink. "It is."

[sapphosclosefriend]

- Money, Power, Glory pt 2 -

Pairing: CEO! Silverfox! Natasha Romanoff x Escort! Fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: your first time at the Romanoff household starts off more than well. Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: top! Natasha x bottom! R, Natasha has a penis, big age gap (N=56, R=24), very brief drinking (N), making out, SMUT, dry humping, face riding, 69ing, tit fucking, brief cum eating (R).

A/N: this story contains smut so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. Sorry for the longest wait ever, chapter 3 should be basically ready to go, so I'll dedicate myself to writing the Christmas special in the meantime! Thanks so much to @supercorpdanbeau and @rt--link for being so amazing 💕 As usual, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy ♡

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You tried so hard to keep your wandering eyes from selfishly focusing on her hands as she poured herself a glass of whiskey by the small corner bar in her living room, but you just couldn't help but appreciate the beautiful sight in front of you. You could see the tension in her casual standing as she finished making herself a drink, before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to you, too far away for your bodies to touch but close enough to suggest her intent to make it happen. You couldn't keep your lips from slightly curling up at her eyes, behind the glass of expensive liquor, constantly moving, not as sneakily as she thought, to the small snippet of thighs that was being revealed by your dress naturally riding up a bit thanks to your crossed legs.

She thought she was going to be stronger than that, stronger than most, yet there she was, with a tent already starting to form in her pants at the sight of a beautiful young woman all dressed up for her, sitting on her couch only waiting to be taken by her. She felt like a hormonal teenager at the thought of how easily you had started to affect her. She wasn't exactly a playboy, but she'd seen and been with her fair share of women in her life, yet the simple sight of you, sitting while turned towards her, showing off your legs and hips and chest, only made her mouth drier the more she drank. She had downed her glass in one go by the time her eyes were able to leave your body and, in the brief seconds that seemed to have lasted hours, she had been able to explore every inch of you she could have laid her gaze on, leaving her only wanting for more.

“Would you like to talk for a bit?”

Your words, spoken so casually in contrast to her almost spiraling thoughts, pulled her eyes to your face. You were smiling politely, yet sincerely, at her. You almost felt bad for putting an end to the amusing sight of her getting herself more and more flustered, but you selfishly needed to, if not to know more about her, at least to get started as soon as possible. You were hoping that your poker face was good enough to only display your faux calmness and hide the turmoil of emotions you were feeling at being face to face with her, so close you would’ve been able to feel her touch if only you moved your leg one small bit.

“Do you usually do that?”

She tried to regain what composure she had left by trying to engage in the casual chatting you had initiated as she leaned to put down her empty glass on the coffee table. You had declined her polite offer for a drink of your own, but started to regret your decision at her husky voice and the sight of her sharp jawline and lean neck getting exposed as she moved to settle down the expensive glass, making you feel your cheeks getting slightly warmer and your heartbeat faster for a second.

“It's not necessary, it's just to let you know that we can, if you want. And yes, apparently, a little ramble can help destress just as much”

By the time you had finished speaking, a smirk was gracing her lips, making her appearance seem much closer to the usual confident one you had always seen in her pictures and wiping away almost all traces of the small, brief panic you had just gotten a glimpse of.

“So they treat you like a therapist”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the exact same words uttered by multiple of your friends in the past. She was right, though. Surprisingly enough, one of the main skills you absolutely needed to have, and that your agent couldn’t stop reminding you of at first, was that of listening. Keeping updated on the news, always reading and being able to hold a proper conversation were definitely important, but never as critical as always being willing to listen for as long as needed and to indulge in any issue presented. It didn’t matter how much you didn’t care or what pieces of shits were talking to you, their problems were the greatest ones in the world and the only ones a simple girl like you could’ve ever had on her mind. Or at least that’s what they needed to believe.

“Sometimes. I guess that they like therapy with a little more kick at the end of the session”

You tried to be just a little more playful, hoping to get her to relax and feel like she could open up in case she wanted to. Her brief chuckle warmed your heart at its unrestrained nature and made it impossible for you to keep yourself from ogling at her as she swiftly ran her hand through her gray hair to get it back out of her face after she had briefly lost her composure. Her attention was back on your face as she found you beaming at her with your lower lip caught in your teeth to try, in vain, to hold back a big smile that threatened to come out at her beauty. A strange mix of sweet hunger, so tender it almost weirded her out, started to come to the surface as her eyes locked with your young and almost innocent ones, as alluring as the most dangerous siren's. If she had to be honest, she kind of felt like an asshole for wanting to jump right into the more intimate part of the night, overlooking your kind offer to let her vent, but got reassured once she finally noticed your slightly quickened breathing and fingers fidgeting with your dress as you leaned towards her a little bit.

“It’s been a pretty rough week. Thank you for coming”

She tried to acknowledge your availability while she was still in full control of her own mind, because now she knew that, as soon as she would have gotten a taste of you, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself anymore.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m happy to be here if it means I can help you out”

You tried so hard to keep your voice from trembling too pathetically and ignore her darkening eyes boring into you, but the heavenly sight in front of you, and the slight straining in her pants, only made your cheeks grow warmer at the excitement you tried to contain that made you feel like a foolish schoolgirl.

“What can I do, Ms Romanoff?”

Her jaw clenched as your hand gently fell on a way too safe spot on her thigh, right above her knee, miles away from where you both truly wanted it to get.

“You can call me Natasha”

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from your lips, slightly apart, a sign of your collected stance starting to crumble, that only called her more intensely as you wet them before unconsciously biting your lower one as anticipation ate you up more and more, making your hand slightly tighten on her thigh.

“What do you want me to do, Natasha?”

This time, as you almost whispered the words, your weak gaze succumbed to the seduction of her lips as she slowly inched closer to you, hoping to get rid of the space cruelly dividing you two and finally get lost in the pleasure she so desperately wanted to reach. In that moment she felt as if she needed nothing more than the feeling of your lips on hers, even though she knew that as soon as her favor would have been granted she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from trying to get more and more of you. She had almost reached her final destination, her gates to heaven, when you suddenly turned your head a little bit, making her lips land on the corner of your mouth. She couldn’t stop a deep grumble from coming to the surface, but barely had the time to feel the initial frustration of being denied what she wanted, before you hand moved in the direction of her center, still way too far away for her liking, but close enough for the warmth of your skin through the fabric on her to make her twitch in her pants, and your lips started gently kissing her neck, leaving her even more in need of some relief, if that was even possible. Her panting in your ear as your hand moved closer and closer to where she needed it the most made goosebumps grow on your arms and you couldn’t stop a muffled whimper in her neck when she grasped your waist with one hand, touching you for the first time. You wanted, no, needed to feel her, but, for the sake of teasing her some more, you swiftly skipped her crotch to sneak your hand under her sweater and touch her bare stomach, pathetically mewling against her throat at the way her hand moved under your ass to pull you even closer to her, making you almost sit in her lap. You were both a panting mess and, after some wiggling and squirming from her trying to keep herself from ripping your dress with her bare hands, you ended up fully on top of her, straddling her lap while still on your knees, resisting her hands on your hips trying to make you properly sit on her clothed erection. It was only once she finally gave up and ended up moving downward to bunch your dress over your hips and grab your ass that you finally fully sat down on her, letting her feel your covered center on her.

“Fuck!”

Her voice and the buck of her hips into you sent a strong shiver through your whole body and a pang of arousal in your lower stomach. Leaning your forehead against hers, you looked deep into her eyes as you grounded your hips into her hard on, starting with a low rhythm that easily got the older woman panting and desperately grabbing your hips to try to make your movements quicken. The rough surface of her boxers and your underwear did wonders at heightening the pleasure you both already felt and in no time you could feel the fabric against yourself dampening up from your arousal, thanks to the way her covered cock perfectly hit your clit.

The sudden movement of her arms, slithering around your torso to keep you from moving away, and her hips thrusting more and more up into you, made you take pity on her and you finally started gradually speeding up your movements. The moan she let out once you grounded harder into her took your breath away and got a louder one out of you at the hard grasp of her hands on your waist, making you lose track of the speed of your own hips, seemingly moving on their own accord to only make you both feel as good as possible. The older woman found herself enamored at the sinful sight of the black fabric of your underwear glistening a bit under the warm light of her living room and creating a small damp patch on her pants. For a second she couldn’t help but find herself wondering if your displays of pure bliss were genuine or if she was witnessing a thoroughly curated act you used with all of your clients, but she decided to trust you and the whiny moans coming from deep within you and solidly planted her feet on the ground to easily thrust up into you and meet your movements.

The almost animalistic way in which you were dry humping each other was making you lose your mind, even more so at the other woman cursing under her breath and the sudden slap she landed on your ass, making you moan loudly as your head fell back, exposing your neck to her and making it hard for her to respect your no marking rule and latch onto the soft skin she suddenly needed to taste. Natasha completely lost her composure at the sight of your face, a perfect display of pure ecstasy, and you hips erratically moving to take your own pleasure from her and got a hold of your hips in a way that definitely must’ve hurt a bit, but maybe not as much as she thought, according to your breathless moan at the action, to press you even harder on her, getting herself impossibly close to her orgasm.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum”

She was looking at your center moving over her clothed cock once her panting words got your attention to her face and, finally wanting to indulge her initial wish you still hadn’t granted her, you moved one of your hands from her shoulders to the nape of her neck, getting her attention back on you, and leaned in, stopping for a second and only a breath away, before finally pressing your lips on hers, making her moan in the kiss at finally being able to taste you, even if only for a moment. The hard orgasm hit her so hard she had to move away to lean her head back, closing her eyes at the high levels of ecstasy you made her reach, and grunt loudly every time her hips thrusted up hard into you on their own accord while shooting string after string of cum into her own underwear. The sinfully beautiful sight of her face as she came and the veins of her neck, more defined than ever, sent a painful twinge of arousal to your core as you moved more and more slowly over her as she came down from her orgasm, stopping only once she hissed at her sensitive cock meeting your center with one final thrust of hers.

“Holy shit”

Her head was still leaning back on the edge of the couch and her eyes were still closed as she murmured the words, but she opened them once you pressed one last kiss to her lips, looking more inviting than necessary as she breathed through them while she caught her breath. For a second she found herself lost in the sight of your exposed lower half, clad only by a black thong that barely covered your core and traces of clear slick on the inside of your thighs. Your chest was about to spill out of your dress as you heaved, your hair was a bit messier than earlier and your hands were still tightly gripping her shoulders for dear life and that’s when she realized, after her post orgasm haziness started disappearing, that you hadn’t cum yet.

One of her hands finally left its death grip on your hips, leaving behind a delicious ache on your skin, as she reached for your face to swipe her thumb over your warm cheek before gently cradling it and leaning in to peck your lips, waiting for your approval of her action and receiving it at the slight drag of your tongue over her lower one. As soon as she opened her mouth you were on her, kissing her with all your might and threading your fingers through her glorious hair to make sure to keep her as close as possible. You were still on edge from the high levels of arousal still pumping intensely through you and, as they blurred your mind, also thanks to her tongue easily dominating yours, they prevented you from registering her movements, which you noticed only by the time she had positioned you just how she wanted.

You ended up straddling her, as she now lay down on the couch, while you still made out like your life depended on it and your hips unconsciously tried to find some relief by slowly moving over her lower abdomen. She soon ceased your movements, though, and gently started pushing you from the back of your thighs until you had wiggled closer and closer to her face. Standing on your knees while hovering over her torso, the sight of her lips, swollen by the intense kissing and almost curled into a small smirk, and her hands gently caressing your thighs almost made them buckle at the imminent moment. For a second, all the hints of playfulness were gone from her eyes and got replaced by hard seriousness, as she nodded once at you and waited for your own nod of approval, that tried unsuccessfully to hide your enthusiasm and need, before smiling softly at you. It's only once she had made sure that you were fine with her wish that she slithered down a bit until you were right by her neck, close enough for her to smell the arousal that you couldn't contain anymore. You were driving her insane and, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her pants from her previous orgasm and her still semi hard cock, she slowly started moving her hands over your body, over your thighs, your ass, your back, until she was swiftly moving your soaked underwear to the side, moaning at the sight of your exposed pussy and the fabric briefly sticking to it because of your wetness. You looked like a dream to her, looking down at her with pure anticipation as you tried to keep your breathing at bay, and all she needed in that moment was only to see you crumble just for her.

Her hands finally got back to the apex of your thigh and, after taking a secure hold on both of them, she gave one small push to make you lower yourself on her. She knew what you wanted and she wanted it too, all of it immediately, but the smooth skin of your inner thighs, still glistening, did nothing but made you look like an absolute goddess to her, and who was she to deprive you of the adequate worship you deserved? Once her lips left a small peck on your soft skin, still close enough to your center to make your hips buckle a little and your breathing hitch, the older woman's hunger got the best of her and, while still trying to control herself enough to unfortunately leave no trace of herself behind, she got lost in the plumpness of your inner thighs. She would've gladly spent hours kissing and very lightly scraping her teeth over the velvety skin if it meant hearing you yelp over and over as you tried to keep yourself upright.

Your mind was foggy and all you needed to clear it was her mouth just a bit higher. You knew at least a part of her was trying to get you to your breaking point, but she thankfully stopped her cruel actions once your hand suddenly flew to her hair to try to keep yourself standing, getting her attention to your closed eyes and shaky breathing. Natasha wished she could've said that the reason behind her stopping her torturous teasing was to indulge you in the pleasure you deserved, but the truth was that the selfish need to see you broken because of her was way too intense for her to keep herself back any longer.

The moment her lips left your skin you felt some sort of relief at being able to properly breath once again, but almost missed her teasing once she immediately dove into your pussy, drawing a breathy moan out of you before you could contain yourself.

“Fuck, you taste good”

Natasha couldn't help herself from briefly overlooking your pleasure to randomly explore your core as she pleased, getting hungrier each time she discovered a new spot that got your thighs trembling over her. She was the thirstiest woman on the planet and you were the most gratifying oasis she could've asked to encounter. For the first time in your career, you felt embarrassed of the extreme pleasure you were feeling and its unrestrained displays you could barely contain, but the swift movements of her tongue and lips, clear sign of someone who knew very well what they were doing, were getting you way too close to your peak in such a short period of time. By the time she gave some mercy to your clit and moved downwards to enter your aching hole with her tongue, her nose bumped right on your sensitive bean, making it impossible for you to stop your hips from slightly moving over her face to heighten the heavenly feeling. You tried to keep your loud moans at bay by biting down on your index finger, but foolishly defeated yourself by looking down at the older woman, finding her hooded eyes already on you, as she moaned against your folds and tightened her hold on your thighs at the sight of your watery, desperate eyes, drawing a loud whine deep from you.

You wanted more, you needed more, so you suddenly lifted yourself off of her, ignoring her frustrated grunt, to turn around and place yourself back over her lips before immediately starting to unbutton her pants, hearing her sighing and cursing to herself at the prospect of your touch directly on her. Her sticky boxers were an absolute mess, and you tried to ignore her mouthwatering cum on them to get her cock fully free from the fabric. The woman under you, resuming her mission to make you cum, finally got your attention away from her length standing proud in front of you. You tried to distract yourself from your impending peak by finally wrapping your hand around her and licking the clear precum oozing out of the head of her cock, feeling her moaning right against you at the small bits of stimulation you were giving her. You truly realized you had been lazily sucking her head for quite a bit, your mind completely taken over by her perfect ministrations between your legs, only once her hands tightened their hold on your thighs so much you were sure there was definitely going to be at least some bruising the next day, and she couldn’t hold back her groans anymore, shooting such delicious sparkles of pleasure through you thanks to the vibrations of her voice on your core. You wished you could have pleased her in a much better way with your mouth, selfishly wanting to feel her in your throat as well, but the orgasm that was seconds away from crashing down on you finally made it impossible for you to hold back your moans, making your composure crumble once and for all and finally gracing her ears with such heavenly sounds that quickly got her equally close even without your touch on her anymore. You finally snapped for the first time of the night with her tongue on your clit and her hands almost ripping your expensive, flimsy underwear in half as she tightly held it to pull you even more flush against her mouth, so desperate to taste your heavenly essence she would’ve almost felt embarrassed for it if she was in any way in her right mind.

Your legs were shaky and, anytime you thought you had finally caught your breath, the sight of her hard cock in front of your face, right on the brink of another orgasm, made the air get caught in your throat all over again at its sight gracing your no longer fogged up eyes, now able to properly appreciate it. You had to be the one to stop Natasha, still lazily tasting as much of you as she could, and lift yourself off of her, muffling an almost whiny sound of frustration of hers with a quick kiss, which you deepened as you grabbed the neck of her sweater to make her move to a sitting position. One of her hands immediately moved to your chest and finally indulged herself, groping your boob a bit more firmly the more you hummed in the kiss at the beautiful sensation of being wanted by her. Feeling her trying to pull you in more and more to make you sit back in her lap, right over her thigh, you unfortunately had to break the perfect kiss.

“I wanna make you cum”

Your sweet voice and pretty eyes as you mumbled the words while looking up at her made her twitch at the mere thought of her cum possibly painting your skin and you could almost see the thoughts quickly racing behind her eyes as she decided where exactly she wanted to do it. Your pretty face admittedly looked just too inviting for it, the thought having graced her mind only moments after you greeted her at the door, but her thoughts couldn’t stop from going back to the sinful sight of your cleavage so perfectly on display for her yet still way too covered for her liking. Without uttering a word she reached for your back to slowly pull down the small zipper while leaving pecks over the top of your chest and collarbone, slowing her moving hand every time you shakily gasped in order to never stop hearing the beautiful noises you made that went straight to her cock each time.

“I wanna fuck these tits”

Her words, spoken more to herself than to you, only drove you more insane for her and clouded your mind as she pushed you to lie on the couch, leaning over you between your legs as she hurriedly pulled your dress down and took off your bra. She left the dress below your torso, not bothering to slip the now useless fabric fully off of you, and leaving it bunched at your waist to expose your chest and core to her. She wouldn't have had the chance to do it even if she wanted to, as her cock bumped with your naked center every time she moved while hungrily kissing your boobs. Your hand on her head as she sucked your nipple got her attention to your beautiful face as you looked at her with hooded eyes while biting your lip. That was it, she couldn't keep herself back anymore, she needed to cum and she needed to do it all over you right then and there.

Your heart skipped a beat as she moved over you to straddle your torso and took your breath away at her beauty as she loomed over you and let her spit fall on her cock before pumping it. You couldn't help but stare in awe at the lewd action, making her hum at you staring at her lips with your mouth open.

“Now that's interesting”

Your slightly embarrassed look at her new discovery only amused her even more and, gently holding your chin, she managed to haze your already obedient mind even more as she spoke once again.

“Open up”

You immediately opened your mouth and pushed your tongue out a little, waiting with closed eyes to be graced by the goddess on top of you, but felt slight disappointment when her hand ended up leaving your face and she chuckled through her nose.

“Maybe later”

Damn her. You shot your eyes open at her words and you couldn't help but pout slightly, before reluctantly nodding obediently at her, secretly savoring the “good girl” coming from her perfect lips. You couldn't even fathom the power the older woman already had over you and could only lay limp to let her position her cock between your boobs before grabbing each one and pressing them on either side of her own length. The moment her hips began to move and she threw her head back with a loud moan your breath was knocked away from you and you were left to stare in awe at her beautiful face taken over by pleasure and the sight of her cock moving on your chest, looking way too delicious to ignore. She knew she was barely going to last seconds, but she felt no embarrassment as her mind was completely taken over by ecstasy. Seeing your tongue out, waiting for the head of her cock every time she thrusted forward, almost got her to her breaking point and your eyes meeting hers, beaming at her as she took her own pleasure from your body, finally made her reach her peak. As soon as her orgasm suddenly hit her she quickly pumped her cock with her hand to finally shoot her cum all over your tits, groaning as you intently kept looking at her as she breathlessly moaned each time more of the white fluid hit your skin.

She felt almost shocked by just how hard she came, certainly the hardest in a very long time, but barely had the time to recover at all before the sight of you scooping some of her cum from your boob with your fingers and sucking them clean with a languid moan left her speechless.

It was going to be a long long night…and hopefully the beginning of an even longer acquaintance.

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Part 3

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[exhaslo]

hellooo.

I have been reading your stories for a long time, I am totally in love with your writing, and I was wondering if you could accept my requestI've had this story in my head for a while.

basically Miguel is secretly sleeping with the mechanics of the spider society, because they have a "deal" where Miguel can use it wherever he wants, but without any feelings involved of course.

but Miguel ends up falling in love with her, and one day when they fuck, he confesses to her in desperation, because he sees how other spiders are starting to flirt with her, so he decides to confess to have her for himself, which she accepts.

that's all, you can add more things if you like, thank you very much :""

no matter how long you have to wait, take your time

Hello!! Hello! Thank you so much for reading my stories and enjoying them!!! It means a lot to me~

Sorry it took so long for me to get to your request, I was on a small hiatus, (still am actually haha)

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, jealousy, rough sex, dirty talk, possessiveness

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The atmosphere felt stiff. Normally the basement of the Spider Society did have a thick and sweaty undertone, but this was different. Miguel was standing at the entrance of your shop, watching a few other Spider men flirt with you.

You were the local mechanic at the Spider Society. In your universe, you got bit by a radioactive spider, but instead of fighting crime like everyone else, you built equipment. You were known as The Spider, in your world, a genius mechanic who made tools and gizmos that stopped crime without you getting your hands dirty.

When Miguel recruited you, he immediately requested that you help him with his Spider Society. You agreed on one condition.

Just a simple fuck.

You were still a Spider, you had your own version of a funny bone. It was crude and a very lewd sense of humor, but it helped stick you out from the rest. You didn't expect Miguel to say yes. Hell, no one ever took you seriously when you made your jokes.

It was the best sex of your life, you couldn't just stop there. So, the two of you made an agreement. You would have free range in the Spider Society to do as you please and Miguel would fuck you when he needed to destress.

No emotions involved.

That seemed to be easy for the both of you. Seemed. So, the fact that you felt a wave of guilt wash over you as you made eye contact with Miguel hurt. You were just harmlessly joking with some of the other Spider people who were flirting with you. It was all harmless, but why...

Why did Miguel have to give you such a look?

You didn't have time to call out to him since he left. You could feel your heart ache. You weren't supposed to have feelings for Miguel, but how could you? The endless meet ups for sex turned into deep conversations between the two of you. You fell for Miguel and now you were worried that he believed your 'no emotions' agreement.

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Miguel scoffed as he stormed into his office. His hand rushed to fix his hair as he tried to make sense of the scene he just saw. How dare others try to get near you? You were Miguel's and his alone. Just watching you smile towards another man irked Miguel.

This 'no emotions' agreement had to come to an end. You belonged to Miguel and no one else. Inhaling deeply, Miguel waited to calm down before sending you a message. He needed alone time with you to fuck the sense back into your mind.

Once you responded back to him, Miguel couldn't help but smile. It pleased him when you listened. Now, you just had to listen to his demand for you to stay away from others.

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A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you finished tightening up one of the reactors. The amount of strain that they got due to all of the Spiders working out in the Society was insane. You could handle the work, but Miguel was far too busy to make more.

"(Y/N)? Is now a bad time?" Miguel asked as he casually walked into the basement.

You walked down the wall you were on, "Ah, welcome to my humble lair. For what can I offer you this time, my lord." You teased, enjoying a little cult joke here and there. Miguel, once again, was unamused,

"You always make me seem like the bad guy," He hummed, glancing in your direction, "I suppose I am to you, huh?"

"If I recall correctly, I made the advance." You hummed, approaching Miguel and pressing your body against his, "Are you here for business or pleasure?"

"Both,"

You felt your heart begin to race as Miguel gripped your waist, pressing you against the wall. His lips roughly sucking against your neck as you felt his harden erection grind against your clothed cunt. Oh, how you loved his rough sex.

Miguel was like a feral beast whenever he fucked you. The man was clearly touch starved and he released all of his stress with you. It was a blissful moment for you. Never had you been so rough handled before, but shit, it felt good.

You gasped sharply as Miguel's hands already worked their way into your suit. Unlike the other Spiders, you had the basic mechanic pants as your bottom half of your spandex suit. It just felt more comfortable for you when saving the day.

"Already so wet. We're you getting off on the idea of others flirting with you?" Miguel hissed into your ear as his fingers feverishly rubbed your clit.

"Hah~ Ah~ N-No!" You gasped and moaned, gripping onto Miguel as he abused your sensitive bud.

"Could have fooled me." Miguel whispered harshly as he nibbled against your ear, "Your pussy is so wet and I haven't even touched your slutty hole yet."

"M-Miguel, n-not so-Ah~" You cried, twitching as you felt your climax approaching fast.

His fingers were rubbing and pinching your clit, making your body shiver in estasy. You moaned in his ear as you felt yourself cum against his fingers alone. Your vision was blurred for a second as you tried to regain composure.

"We're not done yet." Miguel huffed.

With a yelp, you felt your self being lifted. Miguel made quick work of your pants and smirked at the sight of you. Your pussy dripping for him, just waiting to be ravished. You were clenching to air, waiting for Miguel to give you what you wanted.

"Who does this pussy belong too?" Miguel asked as he took out his dick.

"You," You whimpered, biting your lip as you eagerly awaited for him to fill you.

"Who?"

"You, Miguel! Please, just...just fuck me already." You begged.

Miguel scoffed as he slowly poked his tip against your hole. His grip was tight against your waist, watching you tremble against him. Your poor hole just begging for him to shove his dick fully inside you. Miguel could barely contain himself. With a grunt, he started to thrust into you,

"Fuck, (Y/N), why can't you listen to me?" Miguel cussed as he slapped his hips into yours, "You are mine alone. This agreement was just for the two of us."

"I-It is!" You cried, holding onto Miguel as you felt his dick hit all the right spots.

You flung your head back, gasping and moaning as Miguel's tip kept kissing your cervix. His thick dick stretching your pussy into his shape. Each rough thrust making you see stars. You could already feel another heat building in your core.

"You aren't allowed to flirt with anyone else. You are mine. I don't want to see my girl with another man. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes! Ah~ Y-Yes!" You cried as his thumb pressed against your clit, "I-I'm only yours~"

Miguel hummed as he watched your face contort with pleasure as you cam against his dick. His lips curled into a smile as he continued his rough thrusts into your needy hole. Miguel inhaled the sounds of your moans,

"I love you, (Y/N). You're all I ever need and want. So, I'm changing the agreement."

Grunting, Miguel pressed his head against your neck, rutting deeper into you. His thrusts starting to grow sloppy as he reached for his own high.

"You can still do whatever...nh...you want, with extra bonuses," Miguel panted as you clenched around his dick, "And in exchange, you will belong to me and no one else. I will fill you with every drop I have, just to make you mine."

"H-Hah, M-Miguel~"

"Unless your slutty pussy wants to be put on display for everyone to watch me fuck. It's your choice (Y/N)." Miguel scoffed.

You were too fucked out to even register what Miguel was saying. All you were understanding was that he was going to fuck you more if you agreed. Your cock drunk mind already knew the answer.

"Y-Yours. I-I'm all yours~" You cried out.

"Good girl," Miguel whispered and he filled your with his cum, "I knew you would agree. This pussy wouldn't let me go." He said with a chuckle.

You were a panting mess, relaxing from the sex session Miguel gave you. Feeling your back against one of your tables, you whimpered as you tried to squirm. Miguel kept you in place, his dick still firmly inside your abused hole.

"Miguel," You whimpered, finally coming back to your senses, "You know...my sense of humor is fucked...I've only ever had eyes for you," You admitted.

Miguel just smiled. He hummed lowly as his hips started to thrust inside you again slowly.

"A-Ah~ W-Wait, t-too much..." You pleaded, feeling him push back his cum into your womb. Miguel held your legs over his shoulders,

"Have you already forgotten what you agreed too? You belong to me now and this pussy doesn't want to let go of me just yet. Don't you want me to fill you to the brim?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine towards his words. Miguel was always a bit cruel when it came to sex, but goddamn. Such a threat turned you on so much. With a whimper, you just nodded and accepted the abuse your cunt was about to recieve.

"Good girl. I'll treat you nicely for behaving for me."

This was nice? Miguel was pounding you like a flesh of meat. His dick twitching inside you and filling you up with each thrust. You felt your mind go hazy from cumming again. This felt more like Miguel making sure that you knew that you were his.

You weren't sure how long Miguel fucked you for since you blacked out. When you came too, you were sitting on Miguel's lap as he worked on a new reactor. Your mind was still a little fuzzy and your lower half was sore.

"Damn....Miguel...could have been a little gentle?" You whispered, winching as you tried to move.

"You didn't ask," Was all Miguel said before returning to work.

"Fair enough," You replied before sighing softly, "I love you too, Miguel."

Miguel stopped working once more before facing you. His eyes were soft as he leaned down to kiss you. This was one of the agreements during your 'no emotions' contract. No kissing. So this was really, really nice.

"Mhm, you couldn't have gotten jealous sooner?" You chuckled lowly, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I like this evil side of yours~"

"It's not evil. Stop joking like that," Miguel grumbled before leaning towards your ear, "Or else I'll have to punish you."

A punishment well worth.

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I hope you enjoyed!!!!

[blueaetherr]

can you write about mbappé where he’s out and sees a fan wearing a psg jersey with his name, she noticed him staring, just smiled at him and kept walking but that somehow made him want to get to know her. he stopped her and she told him that she hates attention so he got her number. you can decide on the ending:)

just for you

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where natural attraction occurs between two individuals

The evening was young when the house party began. Casual and comfortable too, as young adults moved freely in the home to do and say as they wanted, conversations both intellectual and easy present to accommodate everyone's interests. Food laid out neatly, everyone vibing with the current tunes playing and discussions in session. It was safe to say that the party was moving smoothly, and it remained the same as Kylian arrived later on.

To protect his peace he would never admit it but Kylian loved house parties. As much as he loved football—dedicating his life to perfecting his craft as a profession—he, too, as big as he was, understood that sometimes he needed to step away from the sport for his own well-being, to destress and unclog his mind from the worries of tomorrow. And attending house parties was the perfect alternative, something familiar and cosy he could always ease into.

Heading out of a room, somewhere deep in the house, Kylian noticed something from the corner of his eyes. A PSG jersey, more specifically someone wearing his PSG jersey. She seemed to be in pensive thought, just casually in her element as her focus remained on the art hung up on the wall to inspect it, unaware of the presence inspecting her from afar. Until she was.

Noticing such presence from afar she turned towards Kylian with a blank stare. "I-I'm sorry," he stumbled, taking a few steps back. He had been so lost in his gaze, innocently observing her for no apparent reason, that he had forgotten how he might be received. "I wasn't trying to, I just came from—"

"Don't even worry about it." Suddenly, the blank stare turned into a timid smile, one friendly and rather inviting. "I mean while you're here, you might as well..." she added, waving Kylian over.

Initially, Kylian was careful in his steps towards her. He didn't know if he should invade her space considering he'd failed to respect it not even a few minutes ago. But the more he moved towards her, her smile failed to fall flat, failed to show any signs of discontent and discomfort towards him. So eventually he found himself standing beside her, and let his eyes wander to the art piece she had been inspecting. Instantly, his face screwed up. "Oh, I get what you mean."

The young woman shook her head, almost in disappointment. She folded her arms. "I'm just confused. Like what exactly am I looking at here? Like, I get art can be perceived all kinds of ways or whatever, but nothing comes to mind with this." She turned to Kylian, hopeful. "What do you think?"

Kylian huffed and thought for a quick moment. "I don't know. I mean it's—" he had to chuckle a bit. The artwork spoke to him as abstract and surrealistic but even he didn't know what he meant when he said those words, so did his opinion really hold any weight? "I have no clue."

"You think our party host knows what it's all about?" She wondered, inspecting the art further.

Again, Kylian had to laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. He knew the host, his friend, prioritised the appearance of the artwork in his house over its meaning. "I don't think he understands any of the art pieces he owns."

Then this—a moment of bonding over unjustifiable art—led to the pair sharing a conversation, shifting between intellectual and easy. And it was here where his initial thoughts were proved wrong. Sharing names Kylian came to learn that he was speaking to Y/N, someone who enjoyed art but not enough to pursue it as a profession. Instead, she was an explorer of activities and knowledge; she liked to do and learn new things on the regular.

Their conversation didn't carry much substance to it, simply just casual talk, laughter and opinions yet Kylian found himself engaged. From the moment he noticed Y/N from across the hall to where they were, he was there openly tuning into her words, her hand gestures as she spoke rather freely and watching out for all her reactions to everything he said to her.

The conversation, this person he was sharing it with, it was the exact thing that Kylian searched for whenever he wanted to step away from football. Y/N offered him something familiar and comfortable and friendly even though she had been just a stranger not even an hour ago.

From a moment of silence, quite from nowhere, he mentioned, "I think we should hang out more." It was something Kylian chose to say, with confidence and hope because he chose to believe there was something for him and Y/N. Friendship, partnership, simple mutuals—he didn't know exactly what but he didn't find any troubles in that uncertainty. The possibility of something was what kept the hope alive.

Y/N glanced at Kylian and nodded, her eyes going round. "Yeah, that would be nice," she said with a low voice before her eyes diverted to the pool, the two having chosen to settle by it not too long ago.

His smile faded, his expression soon dulling. "You don't sound too thrilled by that."

"That's not how it is, believe me. It's just..." She shook her head before exhaling deeply, trying to gather her thoughts, "Just look at it from my perspective, okay? You found me in peace and quiet, Kylian. We're having a conversation in peace and quiet. You think we would still have that same peace and quiet if we went back to the party, if we left this house? I enjoy my peace and quiet, I really do."

Kylian couldn't help but understand her words because Y/N was right. This wasn't the first time someone rejected his friendship or want for something more because of his notability– either they wanted him because he was a football player or they didn't want him because he was a football player. 

And this was why he always wanted to stray away from football sometimes—he wanted to get away from the very thing that negatively affected his chances of truly connecting with others beyond football. It was unfair, of course, but that was just how it was and he couldn't do anything to change his situation.

"You could still have that," that peace and quiet, Kylian assured, "with me, you know? And I know that's hard to believe..." he shrugged, "but I can make things happen."

"You would do something just for me?"

"Just for you," he said smiling as he knocked their shoulders together. 

The truth is, Kylian was someone who always strived and worked towards everything he wanted in life. Not by force, but with grace and quality. And that was the same thing he wanted with Y/N—he wanted to experience her conversations, enjoy her friendship, have her company when he could—all there was to offer.

What he enjoyed, what he appreciated the most were familiar and comfortable and friendly people and things, and Kylian would rather not let that go for an inconvenience that he could probably work around. So yes, he would make things happen just for her.

Y/N nodded slowly, taking in his words. "How about this... I'll give you my number and we go from there?" She offered as the corners of her mouth lifted. 

Those words, Kylian's words, were spoken with care and dedication and for that, she was willing to give this person a chance at whatever it was to come for them. 'Cause the way he felt about her was mutual. She enjoyed his conversations, his laughs, his love for football, so much so that she wouldn't mind coming back to him sometime after this very house party.

So Kylian beamed, his grin reappearing upon his face. "Of course. Whatever you want to do." 

Maybe it didn't seem like much, but it was much more for Kylian. For him, it was hope, an opportunity for everything he could have with Y/N. And whether or not they would go far or not didn't seem to bother him that much. 'Cause the chance to have Y/N in his life—the chance to have Kylian in her life—seemed like a blessing in itself.

And checking his phone when he was about to sleep later that night, he let himself experience a second of delight.

y/n: don't think i saw a single art piece in there that i liked... fancy going to an art museum sometime 👀

That's why he kept the hope alive; they would soon find one another again.

[judeswhore]

the first drag of smoke filtering into your lungs had an immediate effect, your shoulders slowly relaxing, head tipping back against the wall as you held it for a few seconds. your once overcrowded mind went almost silent, the stress of cramming for your college exam fading into the distance, your sole focus on the nicotine rush about to swim through your system. you let your eyes fall closed, basked in the silence of the apartment and your mind, the only sounds the soft padding of steve’s bare feet in the kitchen and the distant hum of traffic.

you slowly puffed the smoke out, head tilted so it would blow out of the open window from where you were perched on the sill, tendrils disappearing into the night. the lit cigarette was balanced between two fingers, held just outside in order to keep the smell from infiltrating your bedroom. you weren’t a casual smoker, more of a social smoker on occasion or a stress smoker when things got to heavy because the smell made your nose wrinkle and your throat close up. but these were overly stressful times and slow drags of steve’s secret stash were the only thing you could think of to help unwind. well, it wasn’t the only thing but you didn’t exactly want to bother steve for the thing you really wanted.

you were too caught up in watched the cars pass by on the street to notice steve had entered the bedroom, two cups of hot chocolate in hand, a packet of cookies gripped between his teeth. he let his gaze wander over you, stood silently in the door way for a few seconds, took in your obviously tired body which was wrapped in one of his shirts and a pair of fluffy socks, head tilted to expose the expanse of your throat and neck. the streetlight just outside the bedroom window cast a glow around your figure, made him want to mark every inch of your skin with his tongue and lips and fingers. he arched his brows at the glowing cigarette between your fingers, dropped the biscuits to the bed and made towards you.

“what’re you doing?” you startled slightly, almost dropped the cigarette and steve grinned wickedly as he settled on to the wide windowsill opposite you, careful not to spill either of your drinks. he placed them to the side of you both, just out of harms way and close enough to the open window to let it cool quicker.

“destressing.”

“snooping through my drawers?”

“what’s yours is mine, remember?” you took another drag and steve was momentarily caught off guard by how angelic you looked. bathed in a gentle yellow, features soft, eyes a little droopy and tired. “might wanna hide them in a better place if you don’t want me taking them.” he only hummed, wrapped his fingers around your ankles, thumbs grazing over your soft skin and pulled your feet into his lap. your legs were bare and he took to drawing patterns over your leg, affectionate and almost absentminded because he was yet to take his gaze off your face.

“thought you hated smoking? could have sworn you told me it was shit and i had to throw my pack away.” you grinned, gave a little shrug and made a noncommittal noise, resting back against the wall so you could watch steve through lowered lashes. he was tracing the tip of his finger up your leg, writing and re writing his name, from bold to cursive to block.

“yes,” it was a drawl, teasing and light, cigarette dangling a little from the corner of your mouth. “i also think men are shit but here i am, awfully in love with one.” steve’s snort of giggled laughter made your ears perk and your chest tighten, flutters rising from your stomach up the length of your spine.

“touché,” he squeezed your ankle lovingly, bent his head to kiss your knee, lips warm and just a little bit chapped but still your favourite feeling in the world. his hair fell over his forehead and his eyes sparkled as he raised back up, his attention like liquid heat over your body. “you at least gonna share?”

he thought you were going to take another cigarette from the pack by your side but you simply took yours from your mouth, half smoked and stained from your lips, and held it in front of his. eyes locked, the gesture somehow insanely intimate, steve wrapped his lips around it and took a drag, held the smoke in his lungs as you pulled it back. and for the next ten minutes that’s how you sat, in the open window, night traffic a low background noise, sharing a cigarette and soft glances with fleeting kisses between.

[maelstrom007]

also a snippet or info on ‘until’ pwease🥺👉👈 ty ily

From my Wip Tag Game post

Honestly I really need to get my teeth into this wip, I'm just so scared that I won't do my idea justice like this shit needs to be perfect and I know it'll never be perfect enough for me. 😭

The blurb from my doc:

GhostxSoap, Task force 141 goes on a camping trip as a way to destress and improve team morale. Early in the trip, Price pulls out a guitar to play music while they sit around the campfire late at night. There’s an unspoken agreement to not directly offer Ghost the guitar, because despite the trip he still seemed up tight and reserved. Ghost is in his more casual clothes, and is wearing the plain balaklava instead of the skull. Can’t decide if Soap should pass the guitar to Ghost one night, or if Ghost should grab it himself. Ghost reveals that he used to play when he was younger, which surprises everyone. He takes off his gloves to play, and plays ‘Until’ by Ira Gonzalez. The entire task force is completely enamoured, silent and watching in awe as he plays. Potential Soap pov where he notices Ghosts features in the firelight and falls head over heels. Potential for Ghost to play another song when it’s just Soap ‘Time in a Bottle’ by Jim Croce

Thoughts:

This fic came from thinking about ways for Ghost to be soft, and to counter his typical stereotypes. In this case, it's that he has a wonderful singing voice, and that he used to play guitar when he was younger. I want this fic to briefly address that while Ghost doesn't really put himself out there very much, the rest of the 141 (in this universe) don't really give him opportunities to do so either. They're not trying to be malicious per se, but I think they're definitely not putting in the effort to see behind the facade he's created. Ghost has feelings for Soap prior to him playing the guitar, and plays Until as a sort of hidden love confession for him. Either Soap doesn't realize he has feelings for Ghost at this point, or Soap develops feelings once he realizes that Ghost is multifaceted and that maybe, just maybe, Ghost was singing that for him. (Obviously I'm going to add in a healthy dose of ~Features looking amazing in the firelight~ and ~Simping for Ghosts massive incredible hands~)

I hope you like! This is definitely one I want to start writing for soon. I hate the thought of not posting a finished piece, but maybe I should let loose a bit and post some small blurbs and ideas for this fic.

[napo-leo-art]

A-Z headcanons. There are many that make me curious, I hope you are in a writing mood. :)

For Gavin Green, Fluff, Touch, Yack

And for Levi Song, Escape, Question, Upcoming

Almost always haha, thank you for the questions! Sorry this took so long to answer. I'm going to put it under a read more since I think it's going to get long.

Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo?

Gavin's soft spot is located directly under his best emotional defenses (his sarcasm and his charm). So basically, anytime he tries to do the fun, unbothered, dependable guy act and someone gives him a chance to just be genuine and open instead. (Mason happened to do this a lot in Wayhaven Book 3 haha)

Also: people who just generally find it in them to worry about him. He knows from experience that (unfortunately) it's very easy for him to get treated like a doormat.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

Gavin's in a personally very neutral touch space for the majority of people- he doesn't mind people casually touching him even if they aren't particularly close. At the same time, he doesn't really pursue touch from people, and usually just lets them touch him first (friends or otherwise). He's kind of a master of teasing contact from partners/dates because he can usually hold off of it a lot longer than they can.

Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

LMAO I'm just deciding this now, but horror movies. Especially old horror movies or indie ones that are a bit weird. He doesn't scare easily and if people enjoy the topic, it's nice to hear their opinions or any little facts they know about whatever movies come up.

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Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Answered here! Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

Levi tries not to let doubt sink in at all, because he knows it can turn into something that spirals really fast. If he did let himself look into it more, he would get very defensive about the way that he treats the Rangers and anyone else in his life that he's pushed away. For example, making Herald his 'nemesis' when he hardly knew him, and then realizing how much shit he denied or outright ignored about Herald in favor of maintaining what he had already decided about him (like that he was an ignorant newbie, not a pretty smart and observant ex-vigilante and all that). Mostly because y'know, going down the path of realizing that everyone is a better person than he assumed they were is going to really mess up everything Levi has felt like he had to do (like deal with being a Re-Gene alone).

Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

Despite being a tactician, I don't think Levi really has a long-term plan? I think he's accepted that he's going to burn out eventually and he might as well burn as bright and hot as he can before he does. If he's able to take down a lot of people with him, that's all the better. He doesn't have a goal that he thinks will last, he's already accepted that he'll die young and he's just decided he wants a hand in controlling how that'll happen.

[julymarte]

What is the main characters motivation to even play in the game? And as a Top-Player even mlre so, since that tends to take a good amount of committment! And what about rivals? Are there any or is the focus more on the irl and in game intercross between the two MCs? Do you plan with arcs that intercept between both or are you going to focus on arcs which alternate between being irl focussed and gameworld focussed, which would give an entirely different way of character growth?

They have quite different motivations, but they have in common that they both started very casually but got invested in the end,especially in will's case you know when something gets very popular to the point it's almost annoying but you don't want to stay out of the picture so you give it a try to see where the hype comes from...he tried it at night on his brother's PC at first out of curiosity/to destress from studying, he is that kind of person who's a bit of a perfectionist and LIVES FOR GRATIFICATION so upon realizing he was getting good it became a part of his routine to improve his performance in the game just as well as the studies but while online he's a cocky vain peacock showing off his skills and gear he's pretty secretive about it irl

Kai instead is more of a gamer than him and just picked up the game cause it piqued his interest, he's good at it but in an average level and sometimes gets bored so he started an alt account where he pretty much scams and Catfishes people for fun , he even decided to open a streaming channel for that( when you have too much free time and are a lil shit) but no one knows they are being scammed until will uncovers the truth ...they both have this theme of wearing a mask either online or irl (the fake egirl..the fake normie..)

At the moment there are not really rivals they will be at each other's throat for some time at some point and Will will have a token girlfriend for a period who can be seen as a love rival if you may but ye the focus is mainly on the intercross between online and offline, it's most likely going to be a big part of the beginning and get a bit less going towards the end focusing on the people behind the avatars, we yet have to decide the proper dynamics with my friend as she is currently busy writing her own game (a visual novel called Neko no Sentouki there should be a demo floating around on the internet)

[crookedgrins]

hello hello it's me! happy new years (late)!! i decided to finally pick up sweet talkers (i kept putting it off bc of school and now that i'm halfway through my break and i have to start homework, what better time to procrastinate via reading than now?) and gOD i forgot how much i love the gang 😭😭😭 i love the charm of a rewrite as a reader bc i RECOGNIZE bits and pieces and its just fun to be like !!!! I REMEMBER!!! anyways i feel like naddy has gotten a bit more captivating almost and i LOVE bucky's sweet summer childness (im on episode six rn) totally forgot how much i liked the little sponge man 😭 like the "hi naddy esther's teaching me how to act too cool for the world" was so endearing. also i genuinely just love how the club treats dating around so normally its honestly so refreshing to read as someone who has never dated like the confidence and just the casualness of it is really attention grabbing!! anywhoo good luck with writing and hope the new year is good to you! – starsandcream

old love ! hello ! merriest new years as well ! 2022 coming to a close was definitely a bookend, i hope you had a great year, and if not, then 2023 it is~

hehe, im glad you're enjoying it so far! i just cant seem to let go of it, there were times where i just come back to it, re-read parts, and just have the strongest urge to continue and finish. so here i am once again.

ngl, when i first wrote naddy, i can't connect well with her voice the first few times. the first draft felt like i was just using her to tell the story. through the rewrites, i finally found her voice. this one— and im glad you picked up on it — has the strongest. there are times where she still feels unknown to me, but i can pick her in parts, and hopefully i get to finish this knowing her voice well :,-)

'sweet summer childness' to describe bucky is everything to me omg. we're all just a little bit in love with him, my soft boi.

the thing i love about this little club is how very open they are to each other, & supportive. & how much respect they have for each other means so much to me sjdhshd. one of the things i also miss about writing st is the connections + relationships.

thank you for this, honestly. always makes me warm reading them <33

ps. dont worry too much about homework, always find a time to destress and breathe <3

[luimagines]

Hi! First of all, I wanted to let you know that your writing makes my heart melt! All of your works are as funny as they are incredible, and I couldn’t help but fall in love with your blog!

If it’s okay to request, could you write something about the boys having to dance with the reader? And when they do, they start to catch feelings for the reader but don’t realize it? If it’s okay, of course ♡ have a good day!! And please, take all the time you need if you write it!

Masterlist

If I had a nickel for every time some one requested a detailed scenario where you can dance with Link, I'd have two nickels.

Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

I should have known there were those who yearn. (And I listened to the song you referenced anon, and it's nice but I personally like Sam Smith's version better.)

But yes, I'll see what I can do.

Part 1 will include Warrior, Sky and Four

Content under the cut!

Warrior

Warrior wasn’t sure why the princess thought that throwing a party for the hero was considered a good thing.

Or at least not without warning them about it first.

He supposed she was just excited to invite heroes of the ears into her home and wanted them to feel that at least their efforts were appreciated.

But he hated this.

And Link knew he wasn’t the only one to think so if the looks of his companions were anything to go by.

But even as he makes his rounds amongst the elite, the fake and the genuine, he tried to make sure that his friends were at least have a comfortable time. He wanted them to know that they didn’t have to keep a face like he did amongst this group so if they wanted to have fun and dance and eat then they could.

They were guests in his home as well.

But no matter where he looked and no matter how many rounds he made, he noticed that were nowhere to be found.

Confused, he ventured outside the venue.

And as he looking for you, he just sees a silhouette against the moon light on top of one of the decorative rocks out in the middle of the rose bush maze.

There was no one else around and then again the guards and people were too drunk and joyful to notice someone breaking the ground rules of conduct or if they noticed, they simply did not care.

He makes his way toward the shadow and stalls for a moment when you look his way.

The way the light hit your frame seemed delicate and ethereal with an otherworldly glow to your hair and skin. The royal purple garb they gave you as a gift for not having anything suitable to wear to the party hugged your curves and angles in all the right ways. Someone must have offered you some jewelry to go with it because he doesn’t remember you having the gold necklace and matching head piece that pulls your hair back into a crown of curls tat frame your face in a divine manner.

Link found himself unable to breath for a second.

You smile and say, “I’m just taking in some air.”

“Not enjoying the party?” He blurts, worried for a moment that you’ve been uncomfortable this entire time... by yourself.... away from everyone.... just sitting in the darkness with the sounds of music and laughter in the background.

“It felt weird to be at a heroes party when I myself- am not a hero.” You shrug and lean back casually on the rock. “Here to drag me back Capitan?”

Warrior blinks and registers the change of pace in the music and will deny to the end of his life where he found the nerve to do what he does next.

He smoothly places the his cup of lightly bubbled alcohol on one of the lower rocks and holds out his hand to you. “Dance with me. Just once.”

You blink and also tune into the music behind the two of you.

It’s a slow dance.

You gradually smile and reach out to him, pulling yourself from the rocks surface and into his arms. “Just one dance.”

Warrior tries to hide the gulp that threatens to noticeably bob his Adam’s apple and places his hands on your waist and holds your hand respectfully. “Have you danced before?”

“Technically.” You answer and place your own hands in his and on his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him. “I while I know how to dance with the elite, it’s just never been my scene.”

“I know how you feel.” Warrior takes the leads and guides you through the steps of the song. He’s been through countless hours of training for battle- and not those that end in bloodshed- but those that take place in the ball room with the nobles and high end society that would have one looked at him scorn and distaste.

He doesn’t blame you for wanting to get away.

But he does want you to enjoy yourself... if only a little bit.

The steps come naturally to him and he takes a moment to spin you around before you trip over your own feet.

A small giggle escapes your lips as you twirl and send the fabric billowing around you.

Warrior is struck stupid by the sight and almost steps off beat with the music. He’s quick to correct himself but he seemed to have your laughter on his mind on repeat.

“I’d stay out here with you if I could.” He admits as he repositions himself against you, trying to lead you away from the rose thorns and the maze itself so neither of you get caught up in it. “But unfortunately my disappearance won’t go unnoticed for long.”

“Oh...” You blink and look up into his eyes. “I suppose you really only have time for one dance, huh?”

He’s unprepared by how disappointed you sound and it would appear so are you with how quick you try to cover it up.

“It’s fine! You’re an important figure here, I guess it’s only natural that every one would want your attention. I hope you enjoy the party though. Unlike me, you deserve the recognition.” You smile genuinely but your eyes look like they’re trying to get some unknown message across.

“If I can somehow get away again-” Warrior rushes to keep your smile there and to include you in the collective joy the party was supposed to bring. “-Will you save another dance for me?”

You hum and tap you finger to you chin in thought. “It hasn’t been that bad being out here by myself...”

Warrior really hopes that you let him dance with you again even when you pull apart to the end of the music. 

But you grin and reach up to boop his nose with the same finger. “Alright soldier boy, since you asked so nicely I’ll save the last dance just for you.” 

Warrior laughs a little breathlessly and has to force himself to step away from you. He hopes to any and all who can hear them that’s he’s not actually blushing right now. “Ok. I’ll be back then.”

“I’ll be waiting.” 

Sky

Sky was sure that every one was having a great time. 

The music was loud and energetic and his friends were all off doing their own thing while the festival was in full motion.

It was a celebration for the people’s loftwings since it was usually the time of the year that they left their rider’s side- presumably to go lay their eggs for the next generation of riders.

But it was all fun and games for everyone involved.

Wind and Four seemed to be in a highly competitive match of toss the sack with Twilight being the point keeper on the other end. Wild and Hyrule were busy enjoying the food and no doubt collecting the recipes (Sky was hoping that Wild would make the food so he was no way inclined to stop him). Time and Warrior were off in a corner, talking to each other with a cup in each of their hands. Legend stood next to them without a cup but he seemed to be more interested in the décor and loftwings themselves.

But you...

Sky stopped walking along the ribbon perimeter and looked over to you.

You were by yourself... You didn’t particularly happy..

And that just won’t stand.

With subtle determination, he marches over to you and taps your shoulder.

You seem to blink back into the present and raise an eyebrow to him in return.

He can see the question on your lips just as you’re about to say it so he juts his head into he direction of the dance area with a simple hand out in your direction.

He hopes his intentions are clear.

You eye his hand and snap your mouth shut with a soft click. Sky gulps  suddenly, a strange bout of nervousness attempting to choke his system as you take your time to think about his offer.

Sky would never force you to do something that you don’t want to do but really (and he has no idea where this urge comes from) wants to dance with you.

Just once.

Just once to see you smile and enjoy yourself.

To see you happy.

You place your hand in his, soft and small and so much different than his own. “Lead the way, Boy Wonder.”

You smile and he returns your gesture, gently pulling you toward the open area as the next song starts. It’s light and airy and it’s enough to keep you moving even if you both stall for a minute to just sway side to side in each others arms.

Sky didn’t know that he’d feel so whole and accomplished by just holding you.

Emboldened by the tune of the events, Sky takes a step back and twirls you around as the music flows up and down again just in time to bring you back into his arms.

You laugh. “Perfect timing.”

“I do try.” Sky winks.

You giggle to yourself with a small shake of your head but you keep swaying with Sky across the dance floor.

The music comes to an end and Sky does his best gentleman’s bow as he lets go of you completely- even if he finds that he doesn’t want to. “An absolute honor to dance with you.”

The music starts up again in a similar tune but all he would have to settle for is just one dance. It’s all he’s comfortable with asking from you. 

“Sky wait.” You blurt.

He turns around to see that... well you seemed to have startled yourself as well.

“I um..” You bite your lip and vaguely gesture to the musicians in the distance. “They’re not done.”

Sky smirks a little. “But the song is.”

“I uh... Just one more dance?” You hold your hand out to him this time and he stares in shock.

Not for long though.

He’s quick to place his hand in your and pull himself back to you. “I’d love to.”

Four

Four was excited to show everyone around the Festival of Fools. It was his favorite time of the year where everyone got to be silly and destress and play and eat and dance.

Four had always run around trying to do what he could never get away with on a typical day but right now he had to make sure his traveling companion didn’t actually burn the town down.

He loved them but he’d lying if he said that he wasn’t just the tiniest concerned over their facial expressions when he said that anything goes really- no laws but those of the people apply today.

Which made him the temporary babysitter for some of the more rowdy ones.

But he had lost sight of you a while ago.

Not that he was concerned or anything but... He did want to spend time with you.

The festival doesn’t happen everyday and he knew that there would only be so many days left that he’d be able to spend with the group and even less so that they’d be given a chance to relax and unwind.

That thought urged him forward to find you.

If only to make sure that you were having a good time.

He had found you by the food court where you munched on a meat stick and watched as the people came and go.

You looked bored.

Now Four knew that parties weren’t entirely your scene and you weren’t the kind of person to go and throw yourself into the middle of it all.

That being said it still rubbed him the wrong way when you looked like you would rather be anywhere but there.

 He oughta do something about it.

Just across the street a band had begun playing music for the people to dance to, now that they’ve usually had their fill for lunch.

Four saw you look over and smile, basking in the edges of their amplified joy and amusement.

He grinned and ran over to you, tugging your hand into his own and pulling you close to him. “Dance with me!”

“Wha- Four? Where’d you come from?” You dropped the finished stick in shock and followed him as he dragged you to the open space just beyond the food cart.

“I live here.” He laughed and spun you around. “Just one dance!”

“I- but- Four!” You dug your heels into the dirt and stopped the both of you from reach the destination. “I can’t dance! I- I’ve never danced.”

Four turns to look at you and smiles encouragingly. “Just let loose, it’s easy. There’s no right way to move, you just do. Just feel the music and my lead.”

You bite your lip and Four takes the moment of hesitation to pull you forward again. you let him and soon find yourself on a dirt arena with lively music and people all around you.

“Don’t let go of my hand ok?” Four grins.

You find yourself grinning as well and soon you’re both spinning and jumping and leaping and twirling around each other to the beat of music.

It’s fast and fun and within moments on simply holding onto Four you find yourself laughing uncontrollably as he throws you around like a rag doll in which ever way he likes.

He’s stronger than you imagined him to be but then again... He’s a blacksmith.

It shouldn’t be all that surprising.

Somehow in the midst of it, he throws you in the air and over his head, catching you in a spin and letting you catch your breath and the music dies down and another begins.

“You ok?” Four asks, a little breathless himself. He doesn’t think he’s heard you laugh so hard or for so long.

It’s nice.

“That was fun!” You managed to say in between your giggles.

Four’s grin widened and even if he knows it’s not your style.... and he only asked for one, he holds his hand out again just in time for the next crescendo to begin.

You look up and look at him and his hand...

You don’t hesitate to put your hand in his and he pulls you close to him again.

You spin and laugh and jump and twirl well into the night, completely forgetting about the others until you have to turn in for the night.

Four’s feet hurt by the end of it and he’s exhausted but to see and hear you smile and laugh and enjoy yourself in what is arguably his favorite time of year was completely worth it.

He hopes that he can spend more time with you... He hopes for just one more dance before it all ends.

Part 2

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Tease - Sam Winchester Oneshot

Summary:  Teasing is what Sam Winchester loves best. You live for teasing him, and he lives for having a reason to not go easy on you. 

Rating: 18+ (Pre-Smut)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Tags: dom!Sam, teasing!Reader, bratty!Reader, sexy dancing, seduction, flirting, mild choking, sexual tension, dry humping, slight Daddy kink

WC: ± 1.3K

Beta: @winchestershiresauce​ - Thank you for the very quick very last minute beta, my love. I’m just drunk enough this was about to go out unedited 😬

@spnkinkbingo​ Square Filled: Teasing 

A/Ns: I didn’t have any plans for this square until I saw the above photo and knew I had to write this immediately. So here it is, an hour later, finished 😂😂😂 Enjoy! I’m posting this drunk on a whim, so sorry about that ❤️

SPN Kink Bingo Masterlist // Sam Winchester Masterlist

“Y/N?!” Sam’s voice sounds out through your apartment, and he rushes into the living room with wide, fearful eyes. “Fucking hell, is everything okay?!” he asks immediately, chest rising and falling heavily with his irregular breath. He stops, his eyes glancing around the room for a moment before they land back on you and he frowns slightly. 

“Hey to you too,” you smirk. 

“Baby, you sent me the code word,” he reminds you, stepping closer. 

“I know I did,” you nod smiling. Sam only frowns harder as he approaches you.

“Well is everything okay?! What’s wrong?” he checks, reaching to hold your face in his hands.

“Everything’s fine, I just missed you,” you tell him, biting your bottom lip. 

“Y/N, that’s not what the code word is for,” he tells you, slightly frustrated. 

“Oh come on, you wouldn’t have come if I’d have just asked,” you scoff. 

Sam opens his mouth to defend himself but closes it again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just - there’s a lot going on right now,” he excuses. You smile softly and nod your head. He reaches up for your silver pendant and plays with it for a second. He’s doing it casually, but you know he’s checking it’s the real thing still, and then his fingers grip your arm and he subtly checks for the tattoo on your wrist. 

“It’s me, and everything is fine,” you reassure him, “I’ve just missed you and I want to spend time with my own boyfriend. Is that so bad?” you smirk. Sam scoffs slightly and shakes his head. 

“You worried me, baby. I thought you were fucking dying or something,” he argues. 

“Well I’m perfectly fine,” you reassure him, reaching up to kiss his lips softly. “And you’re here now, so you should stay for a bit, relax,” you whisper against his lips, before pushing him backwards. He stumbles and falls into the armchair behind him. 

Sam laughs softly and then looks up at you with raised eyebrows. 

“Oh yeah, you seem perfectly fine to me,” he confirms, smirking, and you bite your lip as you slowly approach him, leaning down over him and gripping onto the arms of the chair. 

“You’ve been working so hard, figured you could do with a little stress relief,” you purr softly, reaching up to open his plaid shirt a little more and reveal his black v-neck t-shirt underneath. Sam’s eyes darken as he stares at you, and his smirk becomes slightly more sinister in a way that makes between your legs uncomfortable. 

“How do you suppose I destress?” he asks, his voice dangerously low. You bite your bottom lip. 

“Just sit back and relax, I’ll do all the work,” you tell him seductively. 

You pull back and slowly start to unbutton your blouse, Sam’s eyes raking over your body as you do so. His grip on the arms of the chair tighten, and he shifts in his place slightly, getting more comfortable, but his eyes don’t leave you as you slowly strip off your shirt to reveal your red lace bra. You bask in the attention for a second, before Sam sniffs and sets his jaw hard. 

“You know I’m still feeling pretty pent up, sweetheart. Took more than this to get me off when I was a teen.” You smirk and reach for the buttons of your jeans, slowly popping them open one at a time to reveal the matching red lace thong underneath. 

“So impatient,” you tsk, shaking your head. “And you’re a tease. Turn around,” he commands. And there he is. You knew he wouldn’t let you be in the driver’s seat for long. You turn to face the opposite direction and bend over, slowly pulling your jeans down over your ass before letting them drop to the floor. 

You step out of them gracefully and then turn back around, Sam’s eyes taking in every inch of you. 

“Damn baby,” he hums, sucking in a breath for a second. He reaches for his crotch and rubs against the lump that’s getting more and more noticeable, and you bite your bottom lip as a throb pulses between your legs. But then his hand reaches into his pocket and he pulls out his cell phone. You let a strum of disappointment ripple through you for a second. Maybe he’s had a work call, or maybe he’s just bored. You cross your arms over your chest, about to argue with him that he doesn’t get to bail on you right now, but then music starts to sound through your speakers, and Sam sets his phone down on the table to the side of his chair. He smirks up at you again, his hazel eyes yet another hue darker. 

“Dance for me,” he orders. You feel your cheeks heat up under his stare as you giggle and slowly start to wiggle your hips to the music, lifting your arms above your head as you get more and more into it. You try to forget Sam is watching you, letting go and feeling the beat, but as soon as you open your eyes again, you can see he’s still staring at you. “Come here,” Sam commands, lifting his hand and beckoning you closer with a flick of two fingers. 

“I think I like it here,” you tease, smirking. Sam growls under his breath for a second. 

“I said, come here,” he commands, his voice deeper. 

“Or what, Daddy?” you sass. Sam’s jaw ticks and he bites back a scoff. 

“Don’t fucking tease, baby, or you’ll end up over my knee,” he warns. 

You giggle, knowing that teasing is what Sam Winchester loves best. He pretends to hate it, but you know he only does it so you’ll push him more. “What are you going to do to me if I come to you?” you ask him. 

“Why don’t you come and sit in my lap and find out?” he asks with a devilish smile. You purse your lips for a second, and debate your disobedience for all of two seconds before you reply. 

“No.” 

“Y/N,” Sam growls, “come and give me a lap dance, now.” You know Sam’s trying to leave no room for an argument, but you can’t help yourself, especially when you see how painfully hard he is inside his jeans. You’re uncomfortably wet at the look he’s giving you. You live for teasing him, and he lives for having a reason to not go easy on you. 

Sam reaches for you, quick enough that he grabs your wrist before you can pull away, and tugs you hard enough to send you falling into his lap. You’re breathing heavily as your lips ghost over his and he moves you with ease so you’re straddling his long legs, his erection pressing against your inner thigh. 

“I told you to come here, and you didn’t listen. I’m done with your teasing, you understand me?” he asks quietly. You swallow thick, gasping for air. You might just be able to get off from the adrenaline of this alone. His grip on your wrist doesn’t loosen, and he places your hand on his chest before letting go. You move it slightly to wrap around his neck, and then start rolling your hips down into him. More than anything you’re desperate for the friction. 

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Sam smirks, his voice catching in his throat when you catch his erection just right. 

“Oh but something is,” you tease. Sam reaches up, his large hand wrapping around your throat with ease. 

“One day, sweetheart, your teasing is going to get you into trouble you wish you could get out of. And if you keep pushing, that might just be today, are we clear?” 

“Crystal… daddy.” 

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[honeymyheaven]

I see that you write for record of ragnarok👀 can i request for Poseidon? A hc of their relationship with fem!reader? I started reading this manga last night from 1 to 5am and damn im weak for Poseidon 🗿

YES !! OMG this request makes me so so happy !! aaaa im gonna split this up in three parts because i think the dynamic is different depending on whether the reader is a goddess, half-goddess or human so im gonna write three separate things thank you sm for this request !!! also pls keep in mind poseidon is very fickle and not a very good God...he literally killed his own brother.

!!very mild nsfw !!

Goddess!reader

very guarded at first

you would definitely have to make the first move and even then it would be hard to make proper conversation

as he starts falling, he wouldn't really be able to admit it because he doesn't like being vulnerable

the only way you would know he views you differently is when you meet his gaze and the faintest of smiles crosses his face

even when entering a relationship, he comes across as rather cold, unsure of how to properly showcase his emotions

he likes showing he cares through small gifts and trips to places you didn't even know existed

veeerrry obsessive and possessive...borderline toxicly so

doesn't tolerate other gods or creatures making any sort of advances towards you, will decimate them the second they try

gets really upset if sees you pay what he considers to be special attention to others, and will go cold towards you for some time

lots of reassurance and apologies needed

is generally very gentle in his approach to you and it shows in the way he is in bed

will caress you carefully, take care not to leave any significant marks on your pristine skin

kisses you very often and presses his forehead against yours

he's not an easy lover to have

Half-goddess / nymph! reader

doesn't hold you in very high regard, only holding some sort of vague tolerance for you because of the deity blood you have

if you approach him first there's a 50-50 chance he'll either make some sort of short conversation or tell you to scram before he gets angry...it'll depend on his mood

but it will make him be curious of you and observe you for a while and if you pique his interest enough he might just approach you first

Once he falls for you it'll be double as hard for him to admit that and he'll struggle with his superiority complex quite a bit

the relationship will probably advance slowly, with his affection being built with each interaction

also possessive and gets very heated if he sees you frolicking with humans, will strike them down the second they have the 'audacity' to address you casually

at the same time, he does tell you to mind your place when talking to another God(the same goes for if you were human)

he would prefer it if you went to live with him but he allows you the freedom of choice

loves having his head in your lap but will never admit it

spoils you with necklaces and jewelry and extravagant gifts because as a minor deity "there's no way you've seen such luxury"

his mood will influence the way he behaves in bed quite a bit

sometimes hes oh so gentle and caring, careful of the way your body tangles with his, holding your head into his chest after and kissing the top of your head

but if he's had a very bad day, he has no problems using you to unwind, gripping your hips and biting down on your lower lip -> will apologise after and kiss your forehead

Human!reader

DO. NOT. APPROACH.HIM.FIRST

he will either kill you for the insolence shown by a mortal or if he's in a pleasant mood will allow you to live just this once

the relationship most probably starts off sexual and you would most probably have to be one of his worshippers because there's no way he would take just any human...his pride wouldn't allow him

youre probably just one of the many worshippers he uses to destress after a bad encounter with one of his siblings

until you'd reach out and hold his face in your hands while he's thrusting into you and ask why he always looks so lonely

it'll take him aback, he'll frown and tell you to mind your place, that you're lucky he's pleased with your body

"if it helps you...im yours to use."

his lips would purse into a thin line and pull you into him with more force "i dont need some filthy human's permission, im going to use you how i please anyway."

after that however he comes to you more often, even appears to you while you're alone on the beach

eventually you'd be the only one he comes to for destressing

will start being addicted to just laying his head in your lap and having your hands massage his scalp

will never admit out loud that he's fallen for you or that he loves until maybe several years into the relationship

the only way you'd know is when he takes you away to his palace

there will be no choice, you will be living with him now

won't defend you in front of other deities until they seriously cross they line after which he'd simply glare at them and tell them to mind their business

lots and lots of expensive dresses and jewelry and extravagant underwater shows and trips because he wants to showcase his grandeour

it just feeds his ego okay

when he's angry he can get toxic and will be mean until over time he learns to control himself a bit

but again you're just a puny human, he can't really fall for you so fast it'll take years

[kaeyas-beloved]

Hi!

Could I please ask for IkeRev HCs for Ray, Fenrir and Luka. What are they like as Older brothers to a younger sister who’s still a teenager, 16/17 ish?

Thank you!

Ray Blackwell, Fenrir Godspeed, Luka Clemence || Ikemen Revolution

Warning(s): Slight spoilers for Fenrir's & Luka’s route (nothing major tho), maybe some OOCness since I haven't picked up IkeRev in some time - but other than that none (do tell me if I’m wrong though ^^)

Note: Hello! I’m really sorry for taking such a long time to write this (honestly I wrote and re-wrote this a handful of times and I still don't even know if they're that great...)

Still, I hope they’re good enough and that you enjoy them - thank you for requesting!

She/Her pronouns are used to address the reader/younger sister

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Older Brother to Younger, Teen Sister HCs 

Ray Blackwell

Ray’s such a calm older brother in the sense that he’s both never intruding in on your personal space & gives you your freedom while still being able to know when he has to step up and protect you (even though he wants to protect you all the time)

Growing up the both of you were close (Fenrir was thrown in that mix too with how often the two boys hung out) But after Ray joined the army, steadily climbing the ranks and you stuck focusing on your studies you guys kind of drifted apart for sometime

You aren’t sure who started it but soon you found yourselves sending each other letters as a way to stay in touch (your letter more often than not having a picture of Belle tucked inside)

The little kitty loves you by the way - you’re his second favourite hooman (it’s cause you spoil him with cuddles), Ray’ll sometimes get jealous when the feline snuggles up to you because he thinks that his own cat loves you more than him

One day though you were walking home from school and passed an alleyway, faintly hearing someone baby talk to something. Curiosity got the better of you and that’s how you found your older brother, cross legged on the dirty street coddling one too many street cats

Though you do travel to that particular spot a lot now (usually as a way to procrastinate destress from school (or simply because you love cats like Ray does)) You’ll also keep them company when Ray can’t

Ray hates it when you go out late at night since anything could happen to you. It nags at the back of his mind a lot, that one day something might happen to his precious little sister and that he might not be there to save you. Old wounds and feelings resurface at the list of possibilities that come to mind.

He doesn’t want history to repeat itself, he doesn’t want to be unable to protect you from danger. So anytime that you visit headquarters and you stay late you either simply stay the night or have an escort take you home. You can choose which option you’d like but Ray’s not taking a ‘no’ as any form of an answer

Calls you dufus just because he can (but affectionately). Might also ruffle your hair and/or pat you on the shoulder

You call him an old man because he can’t stay up past 10PM (Ray’ll then make some kind of comment regarding Sirius and how he’s more of an old man, to which you both laugh until the man himself makes his presence behind you known)

Absolutely the kind of brother to move things you need off a shelf out of your reach before proceeding to walk away with a satisfied smile on his face

Also the kind of brother to tease you about any cute boys/girls/people that he catches you staring at or gushing about (but he’ll stop if you tell him seriously to stop)

Do you like books? Ray likes books. He has a lot of books. Take a book, please he has too many--

If you enjoy reading, Ray is constantly recommending you novels, letting you read them before casually asking you your opinion on certain characters or events when you’re returning it. But even if you're not an avid reader he may still hand you a book or two that he knows you'll enjoy

Like mentioned earlier, Ray is very busy with Army work and such but honestly, out of everyone in the Black Army, he’s the second best person to come to with homework (second only to Sirius). Especially with history. Like, you need the entire history of the Black Army or Cradle? He’s got you, he had to read up on it when he was on the road to becoming the King of Spades.

Really, you could just pop right into his office at anytime, ask your question and Ray will be able to answer without missing a beat before going back to whatever he was doing

You can always come to Ray for anything. Questions, complaints you name it he’ll listen to your woes/answer however he can.

You guys bond over your teacher(s) giving too much homework; Ray reminiscing when he was your age and in high school - he completely understands the struggle (it was excruciating. All the work prolonged the sweet embrace of a good night’s sleep T~T)

There’s someone who’s picking on you? Don’t worry he’ll deal with them >:)

He might not always know how he can help or comfort you since he’s not the best with words when it comes to certain things, but that won’t stop him from at least helping where he can

Will never let anything happen to you -- Ray protects you with his life and he'll use any power he has if it means that you can walk out unharmed, that’s how much he cares for you

Fenrir Godspeed

Fenrir doubles as both your older brother and your best friend

110% flaunts how you’re the coolest little sister a brother could have to anyone that will listen (most of the time it’s the Black Army tho)

Flips between calling you by name, ‘sis’ and any other ridiculous nickname he can come up with (but don’t worry - you have an equally stupid name for him)

Considers you his best buddy (aside from Ray that is)

Fenrir’s also the kind of brother to pat his sister’s head, ruffle her hair, give gentle noogies and shake her around by the shoulders/poke her playfully then go ‘wasn’t me’. Just like these wholesome little things that mean no harm or anything

I also like the idea of Fenrir giving his sister piggyback rides - it's just a nice thought, please don't take this away from me I beg of you T-T

Best bro Fenrir picks you up from school every day, no ifs, ands or buts! Usually, he’ll buy you your favourite sweet/snack and give it to you when he gets there.

Brings Shu Shu along as well and the three of you will talk about what happened at school or anything exciting that may have happened as he walks you either home or to the barracks

You’re both very chaotic + Ray joins in too most of the time. Quite a few pranks happen when you’re at Black HQ (RIP the Black Army when you come over and you three triple team them).

Harmless pranks I promise!

Fenrir may take one of your belongings (a brush, your favourite book or an accessory) and run around the place with the only way of you getting it back is to catch him

There was this one time you snuck tomatoes into his food to see if he’d notice.

Spoiler alert: he most certainly did

After that he kinda ignored you for the rest of the day as payback, pouting and pretending like you weren’t there, saying stuff like ‘huh? Did you hear that?” At the end of the day though he wasn't mad and was able to laugh it off (it doesn’t erase the betrayal he felt tho)

Once in a while you’ll also poke fun at his fear of ghosts, saying off hand that there’s one at the end of the hall, down in the cellar or behind him. You never go too far though - not after the time that a prank of yours left him really shaken. You’ve never seen him so scared in your life and don’t plan to again.

Oliver’s soul nearly left his body when he first met you and learned that you took after your troublesome brother

Fenrir loves helping you with any school work you have cause he likes being a dependable brother for you! …The only problem is that sometimes he doesn’t know how to. Like, he grasps the basic concepts of what you’re talking about, but if you ask him how to calculate acceleration or a parabola he draws a blank - you’ve lost him.

Pls cut him some slack tho he’s trying his best and just the thought alone is sweet 🥺

Compared to his best buddy Ray, the Ace of Spades has quite a bit of free time, which he spends by dropping by the family home where you still live for surprise visits.

Most greetings start with “There’s my favourite sister!” with you adding on “I’m your only sister Fenrir…”

You still welcome him with a smile, open arms and a hug :)

Swears up, down and on his life to keep you and army affairs separate, he’s NOT going to expose his little sister to the violence that comes with his occupation. He stands firm on this decision. This topic is one of the only times you’ll see him actually serious

You’re not stupid though, you know what goes on, and, because of this, every time you hear in passing that the gun crazed Ace of Spades was at it again - launching himself straight into battle - there’s this pang of anxiety that rattles you to your core. You’re sure that there always will be no matter how much times passes

As a sum up - very loving and goofy brother/best friend with the addition of lots of pranks and battle scares 😎✌️

Luka Clemence

You know how in game Luka starts off as kinda cold to MC/Alice? Yeah there's none of that with his little sister

Usually when hanging around her he's most of the time adorning a small smile cause he finds joy in being around her

The relationship you have is a VERY close one considering that, while growing up in the prestigious Clemence household, it was basically you and Luka against the world

Sometimes Luka fears that you’re really lonely back at home because he’s not around as much as he used to be ever since joining the Black Army. Therefore, every week he’s set aside at the bare minimum a whole day (or at least an afternoon/evening) to go visit you - or for you to visit him!

Y’all cooking buddies and I’ll die on this hill

Luka teaches you any and everything he knows about cooking all the way to baking. He’ll even write down recipes for your favourite dishes so you can make them when he’s not there.

Whenever you’re visiting the Black Army and it’s Luka’s turn to make dinner you pitch in and help. He’ll make some of the dishes while you make the others.

The Black Army adores your cooking since you have such a great teacher/brother

Luka lets you hold/pet/feed/take care of Stone. You’re the only exception he makes when it comes to his furry companion

Don’t swear around him he’ll die (that is, after getting told by the other Black Army officers why it's such a bad thing and a big deal)

Lets you hold his sword once but you ended up nearly toppling over because it was heavier than you first anticipated.

Would play the violin for you while you study if you asked him, especially if you bring up that it helps you concentrate better

Sibling fights are non-existent. The only time that there’s a chance of you butting heads is when Luka starts pushing himself too much with training or the conversion involves Jonah

Speaking of the Queen of Hearts--

It’s a constant tug of war between the two brothers on who gets to spend the day with you. Luka’s scowling, Jonah’s pouting and you’re wondering what you have to do to get your brothers to get along (or at least have it where you’re not in the middle of it all)

Very supportive of whatever you want to do with your life. Luka also tells you every once in a while that you can always come live in Black territory or even the barracks when you’re a little older if you want to

All the more should Jonah/your parents ever try to enforce something on you (like some kind of lesson/social norms for Red Territory that you don’t like etc.). Luka will 100% whisk you away into Black Territory to get away from it all, just say the word.

All in all each of the boys are wrapped around their little sister's finger and would do anything to keep her safe and happy :)

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[Masterlist]

[moonlit-imagines]

Hi! For the 5k thing, sorry if I’ve put too much!!! If you don’t mind doing this that is, it’s fine if you’re too busy! :D Congratulations!!! <333

Name: Jana Eliza

Gender + Pronouns: Female + she/her

Sexuality: Male-leaning biromantic demi greysexual (wow that’s long XD)

Fandom: MCU (excluding WandaVision characters)

Relationship: Romantic

Love Language: Quality Time as my primary, tie for Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation as secondary bc I’m touch and self esteem deprived 😂

Physical Traits: brown hair, blue eyes, Caucasian, short (5’1” ikkk 😭) but loves stilettos so usually a bit taller, not the cutest XD, IBTC but I have a good (not like big but good enough) a, idk what else to say lol

Personality Traits: Amicable & outgoing (I make best friends in minutes), been told I’m funny (pretty sure I’m just annoying tho lol), somewhat smart? I think???, ambivert, v emotive and expressive, get v passionate abt things, empathetic

Hobbies: Acting, Swimming, Writing, Reading, Singing, Ballet, Cooking/Baking, Researching, Learning Languages, some other stuff

Likes+Dislikes: LIKES: books!, food, eating, listening to music and dancing really badly around the house while I clean (srysly it’s such a good destresser), helping ppl, debates, professionalism, (also dressing professionally or dressing up for dances, my usual style is more casual obvs but I enjoy the suits and if you sharpen your stilettos you’ve got a nice weapon if things go south… if that breaks, it can be a good club too! Just some family friendly tips :D) FUNNY THINGS (I laugh all the time) specifically wit and dry humor (Monty Python? Tony Stark’s humor? Both are amazing) as well as sarcasm and satire;

Other Relevant Info: I want to join ROTC soon if I transfer to a school it’s at; hope to go into law (probably either as a public prosecutor, in foster care law to help with that, or family law to help ppl out of bad situations—basically, the law areas that aren’t as prosperous monetarily lol); trying to learn self defense and get back in shape; loves smoothies; i speak Spanish, English, some French (I read more than i speak), some Italian (I sing more than i speak), some German, currently learning Russian and ASL, hope to learn RSL as well, a minimal amount of Arabic, Hebrew, Finnish, know some basics of Ancient Greek and Latin; I love love love accents and am pretty good at them; I wear either heels or am barefoot and hate all other shoes (AND SOCKS I HATE SOCKS SO MUCH they’re THE WORSTTTT); definitely love memes too much and use incredibly obscure references 24/7; v good at English and writing compared to my classmates; love math and physics (ik, I’m weird like that) and logic puzzles; history is my favorite subject tho and I want to travel the world to immerse myself in different cultures; THE MOST sarcastic person you will ever meet; i say sorry way too much and ppl get onto me for it lol; so much more but this is long enough as is sorry abt that btw!!

CHOICE NUMBER: 4

all good my love, thank you!!!

i ship you with…

Scott Lang !!!

You two had a mission, it was very, very serious. Your world depended on it. It couldn’t go on without you and Scott doing what needed to be done. Clean the house. You and Scott always knew how to make any chore a blast, though, so this was going to be a breeze. You and him had speakers blasting, the perfect cleaning playlist. There was singing and dancing as you scrubbed down the showers, sinks, toilets. You swept and dusted, cleaned clothes and beds, and acted like you two were in a Disney Princess movie. When the day was finally over, you two made it to the couch with the food you ordered in and turned on a movie, recapping the wonderfully spent day in your mind.

5K Shipping Event!

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Oryfiel the Alien (Lemon)

So a thing I want to do with my patreon is submit one of the monthly smutty shorts I write for the $5 tier every six or so months just to give you guys a taste. This bad boy takes place in the same universe as Starfall, though this would take place significantly afterwards because you might recognize the aliens. 

Oryfiel is, unfortunately, perfect.

Black, glossy hair that curls slightly at the top, always in a perfect shape even if he’s just rolled out of bed. Eyes that almost glow with a vibrant lavender in the early morning sun. A jawline that could cut through the hull of an explorer-class ship. He’s the kind of guy that would make a straight man say something like I’m not gay, but... and, unlike you, he somehow manages to finish the physical fitness test with barely a layer of sweat glistening on his skin, not even close to the shaking, panting mess you’re in. You’re almost embarrassed standing next to him when he’s flourishing while you’re about to vomit.

You’d think with your numb exhaustion, you’d be safe from his allure, but then he turns around and gives you a smile that makes your brainwaves fray.

“You look like a drowned rat that got hit by a speeder.” It takes you a moment to realize that he’s talking to you, which is probably a fair observation.

You let out a huffing breath, muttering, “I feel like a drowned rat that got hit by a speeder.”

He laughs, then, black, iridescent wings rippling with movement, and you try to keep the pleasant warmth from filling your chest. “I’m sure once you shower and stretch out, you’ll feel better.”

Even with the stretching, you’re going to be sore, you can feel it. Wiping the area around your mouth free of sweat with the tip of your shirt, you shrug noncommittedly, eyeing the fitness trainer with suspicion and contempt. They wave back, completely oblivious to your spiteful hatred.

“And I bet I could make you feel even better.”

You’re so focused on coming up with a way to skip out on the next physical fitness test that it takes you a moment to fully process what Oryfiel said, but when you do, you almost trip over the sidewalk crack. “I’m sorry, I think I heard you wrong.”

“I said that I could help you unwind,” he says, keeping his same, casual pace, only looking over to gauge your reaction.

You’re caught off guard because Oryfiel hasn’t seen you as his usual conquest material, so he’s never tried coming onto you. The fact he is makes you suspicious as to why, though the other part of you is drooling over the fact that he wants to be your shower buddy. “I don’t think I’d have the energy to offer you anything in return.”

“I won’t be particularly bothered by that.” He shrugs, and you’re not sure how to respond to that.

He’s not a relationship kind of male, but, then again, you’re only two months off from graduation, when you’ll both finally receive ship assignment, so it’s not like you’re open to that prospect, either. And you could use a destresser. Even though you would call your “friendship” with Oryfiel a tad bit rocky, again, his body is easy on the eyes, and if the rumors surrounding him is any sort of hint, he’s good. Not amazing, but good enough to be worth it.

So you shrug. “If you’re down for it…”

His smile almost melts your face off. “Last shower stall, no one ever ventures that far unless-”

“Unless they’re fucking, I know.” You’re not so innocent yourself, four years of training is a long time to go without some experience.

“Don’t tell me we’ve done this before.” He opens the door to the dormitories, the blissful touch of air conditioning washing over your body.

“I have, but not with you.”

Oryfiel’s expression goes blank for a moment, you don’t know him well enough to tell if it’s a positive or negative thing. “Huh, didn’t really expect that.”

“The fact I enjoy sex?” You keep your voice down, though there’s not a lot of people to overhear the conversation.

“Well, maybe, but mostly no,” he gives you a cocky grin that you almost want to slap off, “didn’t peg you as the kind of girl who’d do it in the shower stalls, you seem so… vanilla. Like you’d pick out someone specifically with a private room and do missionary twice before falling asleep.”

“I’ll peg you if you don’t stop,” you mutter.

“Is that a promise?” He, unfortunately, sounds thrilled at the prospect.

“Guess you’ll have to see,” you respond, throwing the door to the locker room open. It’s a long, long room, unisex, the showers on the far end, separation walls tall enough to almost reach the ceiling. There aren’t too many people in here, already, and only one of them gives you the congrats on getting fucked look, eyebrows arched, with a slight nod, and almost smiling.

Oryfiel’s hands are on your hips, you have to fight your way over to the end stall as he pulls at the drawstrings of your exercise shorts. Once the door is shut and locked, you’re viciously pulling at his own clothes, finding the simple fitness clothing easy to remove. His mouth is on yours, already nibbling at your lower lip, the fierceness of his movement almost enough to drown you. He’s already gotten your shirt off, though you need to help him with your sports bra, his mouth making a trail down from your neck to your collarbone.

He’s merciless, like he’s wanted to do this for some time, as if he’s afraid at any moment you’ll push him away. His fangs gently graze the skin just above your breast, his breath hot, and your nipples stand on end in anticipation. A ripple of pleasure runs through your nerves as he kisses one of your breasts, and you almost moan, hand reaching over for the handle of the shower to cover up the ungodly mess of noises that will be erupting from your mouth.

Big mistake, because the water comes out ice cold. You shriek, then laugh, the hairs on your arm standing straight up for a much different reason now. To his credit, Oryfiel is also amused, and he pushes you up against the wall to avoid the freezing spray, his chest warm against yours. As the water slowly becomes hot, the kisses continue, leisurely at first, though quickly picking up pace, his mouth trailing back down to address some unfinished business.

His wraps around one of your nipples, and he begins to suck. It’s been so long for you that you just about melt into a goddamn puddle, and the way his tongue moves against the sensitive flesh doesn’t help matters. Your fingers grasp at the smooth metal of the stall for some sort of semblance of reality to focus on, but you can’t seem to find something to anchor yourself to. Swiftly, he moves onto the other nipple, his hand making its way down south, the pad of his thumb working your slit in an experimental touch.

“Spread your legs more.” His voice is as strained as his cock, and he presses a few hasty kisses on your mouth and cheek as you do as he says, lifting one of your legs up and wrapping it around his waist. Wasting no time, his fingers return, two this time, rubbing up and down almost miserably slow. You let out a frustrated his of breath and try to grind against him, but he smiles a wicked grin, almost smug at the tizzy he’s put you into so soon.

You grip both his shoulders, arch your eyebrows, and push down. He doesn’t offer any sort of fight, quickly getting onto his knees, moving your leg onto his shoulder, water from the showerhead spout soaking his hair. Still, he takes his time, pressing a few, slow kisses on your pelvis, sucking a myriad of hickeys to mark his territory. Tomorrow you’ll probably whack him for it, but now? The feeling of his hot mouth around your skin, so, so close to your core? You can only let out a lusty whine.

He has the audacity to chuckle at your disheveled state, mouth in a devious grin, before his tongue lashes out against your pussy, once, twice, thrice. You want to throttle him to hurry it up, but before you can do anything, he kisses your puckered skin and your core is singing. Leaning your head back and letting out a whimpering sigh, you curl your fingers around his hair, the feathers of his wings slowly rippling as he watches, eyes burning.

For all his faults, he is skilled in this particular area. You’re glad for the water because you wouldn’t want him to see the tears forming in your eyes this soon, but you have a feeling by the smug look on his face that he somehow knows. He licks and laps, moving up and down, to the left, to the right, mercilessly, you’re fucking putty against his mouth, your knee buckling under the pressure. It’s a miracle he somehow managed to keep you from sliding onto the shower floor, you’re putting all your weight on him, yet he seems completely unbothered.

He kisses your clit, then takes the bud between his lips and sucks. You almost scream, because you’re so fucking close already, and you don’t want to come yet, not this soon. So you push at him, shoving him away, almost entirely overtaken by the need to feel him inside you, all the way. He looks confused for a moment, maybe even shocked, but you grab for him, using both hands to grasp at either side of his face.

“I need you to fucking rail me against this wall,” you hiss, glad for the sound of the spray to keep anyone else from hearing the demand.

A look of pure elation crosses over his face, as though he had been waiting for you to say those pretty words to him, and he stands, wings fluttering against the water. He kisses you again, this time on the mouth, so fiercely that your teeth clack together, but that doesn’t seem to stop him from his torrent of lust. It’s like something has overtaken him, he raises your legs around his waist, and you help him push inside your core, eyes crazed, breathing wild. When he thrusts, it’s almost jarring, your steady build of pleasure screeching to an unfamiliar stop when the tactics change, but he’s slow, steady, letting you get used to being filled.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, voice unsteady with what you assume is the pleasure of his cock being engulfed.

”You’re beautiful,” you counter breathlessly, finding the cold metal of the shower wall the only reprieve from the frantic heat of this union.

“Mm,” there’s something he wants to say, but you can see the hesitation in his eyes. Before you can question it, though, he’s picking up speed, pumping in and out with an almost crazed expression.

You can only lean back and take it, this relentless fucking, because that’s exactly what you signed up for. Oryfiel drinks up every whimper, whine, and sob, kissing your face as he brings you closer and closer to climax, straining with the effort to keep you both upright. Then you cum, and you are almost overtaken by the quivering pulsing through your core and outward to the rest of your body. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob, barely able to hold onto your sanity as he continues to pound into you, with no sign of stopping until he’s had his fair share.

When he cums, he moans so deliciously in your ear, the aftershocks of your own climax still tightening in your core. You kiss him on the side of his mouth as he lets out a soft, satisfied sigh, placing both feet back on the ground as he slumps unsteadily. Water trails down his skin, black hair sticking framing his face, his eyes almost glowing with euphoria, and he looks like a goddamn angel.

Maybe you thought he would immediately release you once the original business is done. Still, he seems to want to savor the moment, his closeness offering a different kind of satisfaction. He brings his hands up onto your shoulders, pressing lips against yours in soft, lazy movements, and you let yourself drown in him.

“Do you-” he hesitates, then asks, “do you want to do this again sometime?”

[livlepretre]

Hi! You probably get asked this all the time and I haven't had the the chance to see it. What's your advice about gaining confidence about your writing? I have moments when it just flows; I enjoy it; and what I write feels true to me. But sometimes I go back and I second-guess everything and accuse myself of being pretentious. It's my current cycle. I'm asking because I love your writing and you seem to have a healthy relationship with it.

Ask away, friend :)

Honestly the main thing that's going to give you confidence is probably just time-- I find it much easier to let my former anxieties about my writing roll off my back now at 31 than I did when I was 21. The longer you write, and keep at it, the more you will figure out what you like about your writing, or other people's writing, and the more you will find yourself dismissing things that are supposed to be "good" but which leave you cold, and being attracted to things which are "hokey" or unpopular just because you really really like them. Writing really isn't about "good or bad" so much as "do I like this? does this make me feel things? think interesting things? is it fun?" Who cares what the popular opinions are on the matter?

BUT here are some things that could be proactively useful:

1) Give yourself permission to write however you want! It's only pretentious if you find it pretentious-- and pretension, in my personal experience, tends to arise out of dishonesty on the part of the writer. If you're writing something you find meaningful, and truthful, then it can't be pretentious-- it's anything but. So what if it's lofty stuff? GO FOR IT! We need those sorts of stories! I used to have a lot of fear about writing "purple prose" and also about being melodramatic in my writing-- and then I was reading a novel, really enjoying it, and realized that it does all of the things I had held back on in my writing out of fear and anxiety and that I should just say to hell with it and do the things in my writing that I wanted. Like, be as emotionally devastating and really linger on those things as much as I desired, because that's what I like to write. So, just give yourself permission to be "pretentious," but know that you aren't being pretentious at all because you are writing from a place of truth.

2) Not every writing project needs to have the same "bar" for yourself-- I find it helpful to decide when I start a fic whether I'm going to obsess over every little detail (hello Fairytale Ending) or whether I'm going to intentionally keep it casual, and write and publish messy first drafts that kind of meander and explore random tangents and just be satisfied with the writing being imperfect but fun ((The Stars Were Brightly Shining) is mostly a writing exercise I designed for myself to destress because I just write a short 1300 word or so chapter and then publish, so a lot of the time I can get a chapter out after only an afternoon of writing, vs. in FE where it might take me weeks to publish one 8000 word behemoth of a chapter that is compulsively worked over). So, basically, let some writing be more serious, and some more just for the fun of it. This can really help get things flowing.

3) Don't write if you don't feel like it. Unless you're writing for your work. But if it's a hobby-- keep it a hobby. Write when you want to, and don't let it feel like an obligation, because it's not. It should be for fun, when you have the headspace and the desire.

4) Find a time of day when you write best. This can really help you feel like writing more. For example, I'm best at writing in the mornings-- thoughts are clearer, words flow much more easily, and scenes that totally stump me when I pull open a story in the evenings flow like a miracle if I open the document up right when I wake up. Obviously, most of the time I can't write in the morning-- but a couple of days a week, sometimes more often than that if there's a holiday, I can, so I try to make an effort to if I'm excited about the idea of writing. This time for you might be late at night, when there are fewer distractions from other people, or it might be right after school/work, or on your lunch break, or only on Sunday afternoons when the light is just right. But find that time, and it will really help you to think.

5) If you're going through a funk, try Gentle Writing as a technique. This is for when you want to write-- genuinely-- but you're having a ton of trouble getting the words out. The idea is this: instead of trying to meet a high and ultimately arbitrary word count which can add unneeded stress and anxiety (I have to write 1000 words today or it's not writing!), give yourself permission to write however much you actually want to write and be content with that. That might mean writing a paragraph, a few lines of dialogue, or maybe just one sentence. The idea is any writing is writing. It could even be just adding in a word, or switching a word or a phrase out on something you've already written to something that sounds better. It could be just rereading what you already have, or jotting down some notes on your outline. It's called Gentle Writing because it's gentle on yourself, of course, but also because it's about rearranging your relationship to your writing and doing away with the arbitrary stressors that tells us you're not a real writer! Because of course you are. This is probably the form of writing that I practice the most often, with those spurts of furious inspiration where everything just flows only happening occasionally.

6) Accept and embrace the inherent imperfection of the craft. I prefer writing fic and self-publishing in many ways to submitting work for publication in other forums because that medium embraces the messiness of writing-- it's okay to have typos (I have them, you have them, everyone has them) and it's okay to be totally experimental and have clunky formatting and change your ideas midway through the process-- posting chapter by chapter tends to encourage those sorts of changes, and the "learn as you go" approach and it's easy to see it in fic-- but all of this is also true in published works, it's just that what we see when we read a book is far from the original manuscript-- many revisions past. Fic helps me to remember that all writing has its flaws, its failures, and its inadequacies, but that the whole process is really a big learning process, and hopefully the next fic or even the next chapter of the fic is written a little bit better. It's actually super freeing to realize that writing is always going to be imperfect-- for me, that's what helps me move on from past mistakes and keep swimming forward.

I hope some of this might be helpful. Good luck with your writing!!