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“POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS”

steve rogers x male reader.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 ��𝐌𝐔𝐓—headcanon [ 4.1k ] 〳 part one

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒—male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 mid-century!era 〳 'roommates' 〳established relationship 〳 secret husband!steve 〳 mentions of period-homophobia 〳 brief quarreling 〳 sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, breeding, milking, praising, verbal, dirty talk, body worshiping, guidance.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who coasted the city and was on a mission to find the best spaghetti and meatballs with you.

‣ "Verdict?"

‣ Steve's gaze looked right past the fork held before your lips, watching your mouth and expression twist and turn like the spaghetti noodles around the fork prongs prior.

‣ "It's good... not great. The sauce isn't as thick as I'd like for it to be... but it tastes fresh? Basil leaves adds a nice balance to the acidity... but the meatballs are a little overcooked. What do you think, Steve? I'm too picky, aren't I?"

‣ It was written all over your face. Satisfied, but not impressed.

‣ Unlike the last restaurant where you two had the misfortune of eating bloated pasta noodles and watery red sauce, this place was edible and especially generous with their serving.

‣ Decent, if Steve had the chance of writing a one-worded review for the paper.

‣ "You're not picky, just particular, but I agree. Red sauce is good—Padrino's still better. Meatballs are pretty tough, aren't they... but I do like the flavor of them. You can tell they used a fattier mixture compared to the rest. A lot of garlic too, which makes up for the lack of it in the sauce..."

‣ "Not as good as Mama's?"

‣ "The moment we find a spaghetti that's as good as your mother's, is the day we find a way to squeeze water from stone, (M/N)."

‣ "Don't mention that to her. I don't need her ego to be any more inflated than it already has been."

‣ Dates like these were never boring.

‣ No matter how many times Steve had watched your face wrench in disdain or light up in surprise, he always found it a joy to watch you participate in this arbitrary—now routinely—idea of critiquing spaghetti and meatballs so earnestly.

‣ To be fair, it wasn't like you two had a slew of options to make dates seem... more like dates.

‣ In fact, there shouldn't have been any options offered on the table in the first place.

‣ Any intimations that you and Steve were on a date would've been subject to a location change.

‣ Most likely, a candle-lit dinner in a jail-cell, dined over cold hard concrete, and Steve was sure the spaghetti and meatballs served there was going to clutch last place in his ranking.

‣ Though, Steve was hopeful that the romance would still be alive and well had it ever come to that point.

‣ You had a thing for restaurants with a gimmick.

‣ "Seven out of ten sounds about right?"

‣ "What about dessert? We can't leave without getting the tiramisu, Steve."

‣ "Since when did we factor in desserts for the scoring?"

‣ "What—since we started. Don't tell me you've been only ranking the spaghetti and meatballs... it's all about the experience, the... the je ne sais quoi—heard that on the radio once!"

‣ "The je ne sais quoi—this is why I wanted you to be the one logging everything down, (M/N)!"

‣ It took more of a toll on him than it did on you.

‣ Well, if it did, then you did a stunning job at maintaining your usual optimism.

‣ Whenever you two were out in public, Steve felt hammered by this distance pushing him apart.

‣ It was a conscious effort on both ends—a natural one that pertained to the business of being in a homosexual relationship

‣ Or just being a homosexual, period.

‣ Steve understood it. He abode it. And he hated it.

‣ Often, when the conversation between you and him would come to a slow, Steve would look right past your shoulder, right at the lucky couple who were in his sight-line—a gentleman with an impressive mustache and his lady—and simply stare.

‣ His thoughts wandered.

‣ The gentleman was unabashed in his public flirtations with the woman.

‣ Massaging her hands, tending to the aches in her knuckles with firm, but appeasing presses.

‣ The smell of his cigar was pervasive, but the lady didn't seem to mind. It seemed like she thought it was rather charming when he blew a smoke towards her face.

‣ One hand would run up her arms in several strokes, rough callous grinding down her goosebumps, and the man would compliment how soft and supple her skin was.

‣ The lady would bat her eyelashes, giggle at the man's public display of affection whilst also maintaining some sense of courtesy to halt his advances when a pair of curious eyes were enough to render her cheeks scarlet—like the lipstick she had worn for the evening.

‣ Steve hated this restraint. This lack of freedom that forced him to talk to you as if you were his co-worker.

‣ To look at you as if he had no affection for you whatsoever when that was further from the truth.

‣ To touch you as if you were an infection that could cost him his life, and him to yours.

‣ That wasn't completely off from what society thought of people like you and Steve, was it.

‣ "It's not nice to stare, Steve... quit it."

‣ "If I can't even look at my own lov—you, what else am I supposed to do?"

‣ "Steve—come on, not now. You know how it is. It's hard, I know. But... we can't just be cooped up in our pad and wear out its virtues. It's nice to go out every once in a while, even if—it has to be like this."

‣ "It's just not—fair. Maybe—maybe we can do something. It doesn't feel right if we're doing nothing about those bar raids too. They're increasing, you know? Becoming more violent and—"

‣ "Hush. People are staring to look."

‣ "Why do you seem completely fine with this? Hiding ourselves—"

‣ "Look, I don't like it as much as you do. Hell, it's killing me on the inside that I can't even smile at you like how it would naturally come. But I'm okay with hiding—because it's for my safety, and most importantly, for yours. I don't ask for much, but I've envisioned the near end of my life to be fulfilled and labored with no regrets. With a house where I can harvest my own apples from my own tree. With a lazy pup that knows better than to eat through my laces. All of that would be possible because I hid—no—because I endured. And I would heavily prefer it if you would join me in that life. Call me a coward, spineless, or selfish, but I don't want it to be our last, Steve. It's terrifying—to know that any day I could lose you to violence and persecution, myself included. So, please—just hold it out for longer—that's all I ask of you."

‣ Most of all, Steve hated that he was envious.

‣ He wished he could be the one wiping sauce stain off your lips.

‣ He wished that he could hold your hand over the table and stroke the ring on your finger that you could've kept on.

‣ He wished that he could stop the tears from welling in your eyes like he often did back at home.

‣ He wished that he could tell you that he loved you, either with a mouthful of meatballs or none at all, because in the end—it would've felt better than communicating those three words with three taps of his foot to your shin.

‣ You nearly reached over for his hand to calm him down, but pulled your back straight upon the fright of a passing waiter and opted for the cipher that was could only be cracked between you and Steve.

‣ Three gentle kicks to his shin, once more to his other leg, and Steve sighed for pardon, returning the cipher gently to your own shin.

‣ He wished he could openly compliment how handsome his husband looked tonight, ramble how grateful he was to have you in his life, or complain about how you kicked him a little too hard, but that was all well and fine because it meant that you were still present.

‣ Freedom—All of it, the positives and negatives, without the looming threat of a policeman pummeling you and Steve with a nightstick afterwards—because that was normal.

‣ Because that was life.

‣ A life that will pay in the long run.

‣ "Check, please."

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who ambled the misty street of Brooklyn Heights with you, the night dew giving everything a hazy look as you and Steve passed through moist air, side-by-side.

‣ "I was brash tonight, Steve. I apologize."

‣ "No, no... you were right. If anything, I was being a fat head. I was out-of-line. I'm sorry."

‣ "You were right too, you know. It's not fair. It's not that I don't want to do anything about it, I really do. I just—it can't be the two of us tackling something bigger than us. Everyone is petrified, Steve."

‣ "I know... but if we somehow all come together in some kind of union, then maybe—we can call for a difference. Show them that enough is enough. Show them that fear is no longer something they can instill in us."

‣ "Like a rebellion or something?"

‣ "Well, if it has to come to that, then so be it."

‣ "You know a guy, don't you..."

‣ "I know a guy."

‣ "Is it Bucky?"

‣ "What—how'd you know?"

‣ "Steve, you only know one guy."

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who was detoured into a dark alleyway between business building blocks. There was the droning sound sound of night, the low and humming resonant as the city had fallen asleep, all but two guests.

‣ "(M/N), what are we—"

‣ "All that quarreling made me forget to tell you how dashing you looked tonight. You know I especially like your hair combed back like that, Steve-o."

‣ He didn't need much of a hint as to what you were getting at.

‣ Squeezing in between a narrow passageway that would luckily only admit two bodies at a time, you and Steve were obscured from any wandering eyes.

‣ From judgement of the world.

‣ "Steve, you ought-ta listen to me more. Blue polka dots look darling on you."

‣ "If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted me to wear a pink tie, darling."

‣ "Pink would've made me sauced my pants..."

‣ "You. Are. So. Vulgar."

‣ Shadows cast over his squashed body against yours, the moonlight only lighting the parts that mattered the most right now.

‣ The laughter that left your mouth after each peck Steve would grace you with.

‣ The lips that had him feeling withdrawal symptoms after an unbearable few hours of watching you lick sauce off your lips.

‣ The hand that tug Steve closer by his tie.

‣ The eyes that drew Steve in closer, until the tip of his nose touched yours.

‣ "Have I told you how much I love my cologne on you, darling?"

‣ "Have I told you how much I prefer your cologne rubbing off on me, as opposed to me spraying it on directly?"

‣ Slowly, breathing, pacifying; Steve's invisible stubble made your mouth twitch with a scratch, one of your many quirks he found himself silently obsessing over.

‣ And that was enough to push him over the edge, and finally kiss you like he'd wanted to since the evening had started.

‣ It was slow, almost careful like Steve was afraid of breaking you.

‣ Steve wasn't expecting this self-restraint from you. He wasn't expecting your hands on his jaw, tenderly massaging at either sides to keep your hands preoccupied while he slid his tongue alongside yours.

‣ He wasn't expecting to hear his own pulse because you were so stubborn in maintaining this control—you refused to summon urgency by vaulting your moans into the back of your throat.

‣ But Steve knew you more than he knew himself. He knew how you liked your eggs in the morning. He knew the perfect temperature for your bath. He knew you from the mole on your back, to the stance when you were impatient.

‣ He knew that if he led one of your hands right here—feeling the cusp of his growing bulge—that you'd give Steve what he wanted, and fall completely apart.

‣ And Steve knew that—by the eager palm of your hand, shoving into his unbuckled pants and groping—he was right.

‣ "Steve—just fuck me right here, yeah? I can't take it anymore."

‣ "Honey, we don't have any slick..."

‣ "Then give it to me raw. Use your spit. The rain. I don't care, I need you—"

‣ Your lips were warm and soft when Steve kissed you from rambling into the void again. His hands were against your stomach and chest, and your moans sent shivers down his spine.

‣ "Christ—turn around."

‣ Against the brick wall, teeth sinking into your forearm, you took Steve in without any regrets. Cold sweat breaking over your skin like evening dew collecting on window sills.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—slowly, Steve—"

‣ You could feel Steve's heart beat against your back, pushing further into you, huffing into your neck.

‣ "I love you."

‣ From then on, you and Steve lived without any regrets.

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished every inch of your body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his hands, with his body, with his being—until you found yourself transported wholly to all different kinds of sensations, and he'd repeat to discover new ones for you.

‣ "You're good at this, you know."

‣ "Humor me?"

‣ Steve was mouthing at your inner thigh, one hand stroking your leaking cock, and the other pumping his Vaseline-slicked fingers into you.

‣ He looked up from his eyelashes, teasing your sack with a lick.

‣ Another lick, because he liked being distracted by your body arching off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process.

‣ "Good at loving me. You know what I want, what I need—just like that. Putting another finger into me without asking of me if you can. Twisting—fuck—turning me out, all based on how my body responds to you."

‣ "Well, it's not difficult to gauge what you need. Your nails dig into the sheets when it's too much. Your fingers and toes curl when the pleasure's coming in. Your hips roll—when you need more, or a new fix. I'm no magician you're making me out to be, (M/N).

‣ "You notice all of that? That's embarrassing... and here I thought I was being alluring..."

‣ Steve layered his thick cock in slick, capping the tin and tossing it to the bedside counter after.

‣ He teased your prepped rim, observing how the ring of muscle would catch a string of his pre-cum and latch onto it with a clench.

‣ At the sound of your moan, at the sight of you toying with your nipples, at the torn decision between preening—you knew that he liked the sight of you biting your lips—and ceasing his taunts.

‣ Steve's cock veins pulsed, his cock pleading for him to fill that delicious hole before him, otherwise it would live in agony for as long as it could leak.

‣ "I do, and it's not embarrassing. I love how you—mm—like that. I love how you immediately wrap your arms and legs around me when I finally push my cock inside of you.

‣ "Oh, Steve—"

‣ "I love how you call my name, just like that. Say it again."

‣ "Steve..!"

‣ He pressed his forehead against yours and groaned with you. His hips racketed off your ass in a slow, but increasing rhythm.

‣ You held onto him, hands over his neck, anchoring him close until the only way you could have your fix of air was through Steve's lips.

‣ Steve's mind was empty, except for the thought of your hot tongue roaming into his mouth and the swelling grasp your walls had around his loving cock.

‣ "Like that... I love how I can decipher every meaning behind the way you call out to me."

‣ "Fill me up so well, Steve—baby. Can feel you deep inside of me. Ruining me with your cock. Your balls slapping against me, God—Steve!"

‣ Your moans tasted delicious on his tongue. If they were seeds, they'd bloom colorful hybrids of fruits because your love for him couldn't be defined by one singular hue.

‣ You were an array of colors—a prism conjured by the way Steve loved you.

‣ Red, because you were gritting your teeth as Steve had you taking him balls-deep, filling you up to the brim, and stretching you to the shape of his pistoning cock.

‣ "Fuck me harder, Steve—"

‣ "You're taking me so well, darling..."

‣ "When have I not?"

‣ Orange, because Steve rendered you speechless except for a few gasps, with his cock grazing your prostate and his hand over your cock, stroking while kissing at your neck.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—oh, fuck!"

‣ Yellow, because you were on top, straddling Steve's lap and yielding to the nearing high that you both had been gauging.

‣ You took your sweet time to make love to Steve with your body. Hands braced on his chest, combing your fingers through the light hairs, deeply rocking back and forth on his cock after a couple of lighthearted bounces.

‣ You marveled over his well-built body, following the contours of his muscles with one hand while silently admiring his broad chest, perky nipples, and wide shoulders with your tongue.

‣ The smell of aftershave on him was infectious when you came up for a brief kiss. You kissed at his lips, then his chin, licking at the short blades of stubble before pulling away to preen again.

‣ Your back straightened and you spread your thighs apart for Steve to get a good look at how hard he was making you.

‣ Your cock throbbed, swollen a pronounced shade at the tip, bouncing to the rhythm of your hips, all while you devoted your mouth and tongue to Steve's thick fingers, suckling and laving your tongue over every digit, every vein, every knuckle—thanking him for opening you up so well with the slick of your saliva.

‣ Steve was absolutely keen on watching you worship him with one hand tucked behind his head, the other stroking your cock when he would finish appraising your body with a couple of fond strokes.

‣ "God, look at you. You're so beautiful. I could do this all day, watching you ride every vein on my cock..."

‣ Green, because you built up enough energy to reverse your straddle and take the lead for once. You wanted Steve to see all parts of your body, especially the asset that had been drawing out those glorious moans deep from his gut.

‣ You knew it was a pretty sight that would teeter Steve closer to the edge.

‣ Sweat ran over the plump mounds of your ass as you were propped up on your forearms, slamming down onto his thick cock.

‣ Skin rippled when your ass repeatedly hit his groin, and then prickled, when Steve grabbed a handful of your sweaty flesh out of pure enchantment before swatting it as a stimulus to your slowing hips.

‣ "How's the view?"

‣ "Stunning..."

‣ Blue, because your body was covered in shivers from the way Steve had captured you into his arms and pummeled icicles into you from behind.

‣ Kneeling upright, Steve had embraced you tightly, supporting your core with a flat palm while simultaneously engaging his, thrusting into you.

‣ His hand was around your throat to feel every vibration that would squeeze from your throat and then pour into his mouth like a saucer of milk as he swallowed your sweet moans.

‣ Like Steve's cock, his other hand was equally uncompromising. He squeezed into the pulsating veins of your cock, stroked your shaft, and teased your glans with a thumb.

‣ When you sank back into the dip of his hips, Steve would propel you forward with a strong thrust, forcing you to fuck his closed fist in midst as he held you from ever retreating back on all fours.

‣ He loved that dazed look on your face. Wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Flushed like how you were abashed by his compliments to your novice cooking, yet only a hundred times worse.

‣ He also loved the way he had fucked you into being inarticulate, muttering a slurry of words—warnings of you coming soon, Steve would later learn after turning his ears up.

‣ "Steve, stop, stop—I'm going to c-come—seriously—"

‣ "Come for me, (M/N). I want to see you stain the bed. Want to see you come because of me. Only me. Want you to drench my fist and—Christ, there we go..."

‣ Violet, because you were red, and Steve was blue.

‣ You spilled heavily over his fist, shooting large, thick ropes of cum over the bed sheets. The sound of the cum splatters making your cheeks run hotter than the warmth drawing out of you.

‣ Each spurt shot further and further the harder Steve pounded into you and milked your orgasm with unrelenting strokes to your shaft.

‣ His thighs slapped into yours, resonating the bedroom with a sharp thunder that was sure to wake up the tenants.

‣ His cock punctuated deep into your guts, hard and sweet against your prostate.

‣ You cried out as Steve battered your insides with his cock, with his undying love for you. Biting into your shoulder to contain his groans, but Steve had enough of this restraint, of constantly holding himself back.

‣ He growled behind your ear, filtering out the resentment society had instilled in his body as he let his grunts loose, replacing that bitter feeling with the antithesis of knowing that he wanted to live life to the fullest.

‣ With a house that grew oranges alongside your apples.

‣ Steve thrusted harder.

‣ With an indifferent cat that couldn't care less about your torn shoelaces.

‣ Your moans hitched at the sharp snap of his hips, his cock digging somehow deeper into your guts when he pushed you lower into his groin.

‣ With a fulfilling life that was lived without regret.

‣ Steve felt himself come undone upon the last thrust. Every fiber of his muscle unraveling like pointe shoes after intense wear.

‣ He held you tight as he shuddered against your, his pulse anchored and soothed by the palm of your head on his cheek, stroking him affectionately.

‣ Silken white, he spilled his hot seed deep inside of you, weakly propagating the warmth from the outer rim of your raw, swollen hole, then to the deep depth of your walls and prostate, milking himself until he was jelly in the legs, until you were creamed, from inside and out, with his thick cock.

‣ You and Steve shared one more kiss, another breath, heaving and panting like you two had never kissed before, before his stance eventually gave out and made him collapse over your body.

‣ "Think—I might bump the restaurant earlier up a few spots, (M/N)..."

‣ "Why's that?"

‣ "Must've put some kind of aphrodisiac in that spaghetti... I'm deeply spent."

‣ "I disagree. It must've been that couple! I told you it was all about the experience—that je ne sais quoi that I've been talking—"

‣ "You really aren't going to stop saying that, are you?"

‣ "Shouldn't have fixed my radio if you knew you were going to be disappointed, Steve."

‣ "That's where you're wrong. If you think anything about you is disappointing to me, then I'm not being a great husband, am I?"

‣ "Well, look at you being all sappy tonight."

‣ "Too much?"

‣ "Never too much. I'm far too gone to ever think otherwise, Steve-o."

‣ "Me too, darling. Me too."

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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subskz · 7 months

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what kind of feminine panties would each member wear, and mtl likely to wear them?

i feel like felix would love frilly, floral, lacy, cutesy ones hehe. like especially pastel pink ones with small polka-dots and the little bow at the top and lacy trim.

jisung would definitely wear a g-string. or lacy crotchless ones, but i mainly see him as a g-string type of guy. he likes the aspect of it barely covering anything, and how it would be pretty easy for you to rip them off of him since it’s only a thin piece of string. he probably wore one of those candy g-string panties (https://images.app.goo.gl/DTc849PLjwbjk8pU9) once for shits and giggles, but actually gets pretty turned on when you start eating the candies to slowly reveal his cock

what a delicious question ♡_♡ for mtl i think it’d depend on a few things but here’s my tentative ranking!

felix -> jisung -> binnie -> jeongin -> hyunjin -> chan -> lino -> seungmin

felix in smth frilly and cute just feels so right, esp w a pretty silk bow just like you said! maybe long pretty ribbons on the edges or one right in the center over his bulge <3 i think he’d love a lace trim bc of the delicate, angelic quality it has, but he’d also want it to have a cute twist for an element of playfulness! maybe even sanrio-themed underwear or those panties that have a cute skirt attached to the waistband

jisung in a g-string 😭 i agree he’d love anything that gives you easy access and the panties being so tiny would make for a great visual of his dick peeking out or leaking through the material~ the edible candy one you mentioned would definitely turn him on an embarrassing amount lmao by the time ur done eating it he’d be seconds away from cumming untouched. i also love the idea of him in a garter belt for that tiny waist

binnie goes back and forth between being insanely shy and awkward abt it, to feeling so good abt himself that he’s harder than ever. you can see how giddy he gets when you fawn over him it makes him feel like the prettiest boy in the world, he’d definitely not-so-subtly show himself off just so you’ll keep praising him. i think he’d like either black lacey panties that have a dark, sexy look or the most ridiculously cute, girliest pink pair that you can imagine w a bunny/heart pattern, there’s no in between 😭

given how innie seems open to experimenting w more feminine styles like skirts/dresses i think he’d be very into it despite how embarrassed he might get at first bc he feels like a lil bit of a perv. but he cares a lot abt aesthetics so once he feels comfortable you’re in for the giggliest baby boy ever. i think he’d like smth kinda cute and trendy, in a bright color like pink or purple with some frills! he’d love having to look in the mirror while wearing them while you compliment him

god hyune would look gorgeous in literally anything but he is a little shy which makes him hold back a bit. he has such a natural sensuality to him but funnily enough he’s kinda awkward abt trying to be sexy. i think he’d lean for smth a bit less revealing since he’s not one to like showing off his body too much. lace seems a lot like his style, it’s seductive but also pretty and elegant at the same time, it makes him feel sexy n refined and satisfies his need for artistry in everything <3

i fully believe channie secretly loves to feel feminine and pretty, the only problem is he’s already so easy to fluster on a normal basis so wearing cute underwear would probably make the poor boy short circuit. unstoppable force (channie’s babygirlism) vs immovable object (channie’s shyness) he might like smth simple to start, maybe silk/satin panties bc he he can’t get enough of how nice the material feels <3 he’d go crazy if you snapped the waistband against his skin to tease him and he’d probably say smth like “is it *giggle* is it supposed to be so tight here?” (subtle way of drawing attention to his ass)

lino…do not be fooled by his placement on this list, when he’s in the right mood he’d very much enjoy wearing feminine underwear, esp once he learns how crazy it drives you. i think he’d like the kind w a garter belt attached to stockings/socks, a whole set to accentuate his gorgeous thighs (with cat ear cuffs of course!!!) he’d always prefer to wear thigh highs with his panties or smth sheer that covers a lot of skin bc he’s also kinda conservative abt showing off his body, he doesn’t like to feel too exposed

i’m kinda cheating w this one bc it’s not exactly feminine panties but ever since pink brought up the idea of seungminnie prefering lace boxers over traditional lingerie i have never been the same i cant get it out of my head 😭 i think it’s the perfect balance of pretty and delicate, but still boyish and not as revealing for our modest puppy seungmo ♡ he’s very shy and i think his embarrassment might overpower the thrill of looking pretty for you, so he might not be as into it as some of the other boys

#ask #💌 skz

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zexainias-doodles · 8 months

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The Amazing Digital Circus inspired Cake

I decorated a cake with TADC motifs ☺️ I'm proud of how it turned out, considering I only used frosting and edible image strips for the checkered top. The polka dot part in the middle will have a cake topper put on it.

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #tadc #gooseworx #cake #cake decorating #birthday cake

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Just went through all the sucrose asks to see my favourites and now I'm fucking scarred for life what the fuck is wrong with us people. ( The choke hold Orion, Host and The executioner have on me cannot be described by words btw)

(Sucrose is one of my favorite creations, but the worse when it comes to everything else. Once again, happy birthday and I hope you enjoy this little piece with everyone's least favorite host)

You prepare for the day's showing as usual. Host stops by your dressing room to wish you a good day with a smooch to your forehead before he's off to finish getting ready him. There's no indication that today's show will be any different than usual. Your attire was a bit flasher than normal, but not much else besides that.

A sparkly fabric cut in your preferred style of fit and color, matched with a necklace that harbors your birthstone. It fit your form perfectly, and one of the stagehands helping you get ready gives you a thumbs as you walk from behind the dressing booth.

Once finished with the preparation, you head over to the curtains that lead to the center stage. You can see light poking from them, but as you step outside the floor is dark. Every seat is empty as well. You look around confused.

"Host? Where are you.. and everyone else?"

"Right in front of you, starshine."

Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, followed by the faint pop of confetti cannons and a shower of balloons around you. The crowd roars in cheer; dozens of silhouettes now fitted with birthday hats and party horns between their lips. Two stage hands rush from behind the curtains and place a birthday sash around you along with a crown on your head.

Your face is mirrored on various screens around the stage. In front of you, there's a large cake almost for times your size. The top three layers splatter onto the floor as Host bursts from a compartment in its center. He wears a polka dot suit the same color as the party hat he wears; welding a smaller, but equally if not more appealing birthday cake. He strolls up to you as the candles atop it burst with small flames.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I'm almost 98% sure that it is today because I honestly don't know shit about how your concept of time works, but I've been trying my best to keep track. We're all so happy to have you here. The show, and I, wouldn't be work a damn without you. And that's a fact. I know cake is normally saved for last, but we like to live to the fullest here so blow out this candles and let's get this show on the road."

You blow them out, everyone cheering as you do. Host leans in, covering his hand with his mouth as he whispers. "Word of advice. Don't eat any of the larger one. I tried to make it myself, and well, let's just say there were a few casualties in the tasting portion."

He stands up straight, pointing to the crowd. "You can thank Leonard over these for the decorations.. and making the edible one."

The shadow in question waves at you, wearing an apron around its neck. Host wraps an arm over you, squeezing you gently in a hug.

"It really has been such a treat to be with you. We hope this little celebration is enough to show you just how much you mean to us, and that you'll stick around for whatever else is to come. Things wouldn't be the same without you."

Host pats your shoulder as he let's you go. "Let's continue with the festivities, shall we? I did some research and put together some things I thought you might enjoy. I hope you like your outfit too. I heard of a little thing called a birthday suit, but wasn't able to find out much about it. Maybe you can tell me what it is.. for future reference."

#Host my oc #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere scenarios #soft yandere #yandere fluff #yandere drabble #yandere fic #yandere writing #yandere god

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floridafishkeeper · 1 year

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Ok but can we talk about Pimelodus blochi? The GLOW UP. They start off so plain looking when they're juveniles in the store but the end result is a 6-8" long jaguar spotted catfish that's relatively peaceful (with other non edible fish). They don't care much for groups unless you have tons of space, they do tend to annoy other fish with their barbells and they dash a lot stirring up substrate. If you have a decent 75+ gal tank and want a fish that can hang with a medium sized community, Five lined pictus are the cat for you. P.s. don't mix them with the more popular polka dot pictus, they larger blochii can bully the smaller schooling polka dots.

#fishblr #aquablr #aquarium #fishkeeping #catfish

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eva-knits12 · 2 months

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Baby Shower with CE characters

Steve Rogers

Pepper, Natasha, Wanda, Hope, and Maria are throwing you a baby shower.

It's a nice, October day, and they've already set up the courtyard at the Tower.

It's 75 degrees, so the shower is being held before it gets even colder.

They had the food catered, and even got a cake.

The gift table is amazing, and the food and cake look beautiful.

You're wearing a yellow maternity dress with polka dots because you and Steve know the gender, but you both don't want to give anything away.

Everyone that you invited brings a gift from the registry from Target, Macy's, and Pottery Barn Kids.

Lunch is grilled chicken with salad and rolls.

You and Steve wait to cut the cake for the gender reveal.

You'll open the presents after the cake is served, and you and Steve do the gender reveal.

Everyone plays baby bingo, and guesses the gender.

Most of the votes are blue for boy.

Your cake has Steve's shield on it.

When you and Steve cut into the cake, you get the first slice, and reveal the blue interior of the cake.

It's a boy!

The waiters hand everyone blue goody bags.

The cake is served with some ice cream, if requested.

You and Steve open the gifts.

You receive a lot of things and toys for James, including books.

You and Steve spend the night in the Tower.

You and Steve rent a U-Haul so that you can take all the gifts back home to the lake house, and put them in James' nursery.

Four months later, you give birth to James.

Steve and you fall in love even more.

Ransom Drysdale

You and Ransom are excited!

Ransom more so, because he loves your mom and your aunts.

They planned a baby shower for you.

You and Ransom are expecting twins!

The shower is set up so that it's both blue and pink!

Ransom has you in the wheelchair, because of your MS.

It makes times like this difficult, but it's worth it.

You've always wanted to be a mom, and Ransom wanted to be a dad.

Well, a different dad than Richard.

Ransom vowed to be a hands-on dad when he found out that you were pregnant.

He's been no contact with Linda and Richard ever since that fateful dinner a few years ago.

They weren't invited, so Ransom feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulder.

He talks to your belly, rubs cocoa butter on your belly, and even reads to your belly.

He even plays music to your belly-everything from classical to the Beatles to jazz to '90's alternative.

His face lights up when he feels his son and his daughter move and respond to not only his voice, music, and even your voice.

Harlan has arrived, and well, his gift are two silver rattles that you and Ransom will have engraved with the twins' names on them when they are born.

The cake is exquisite, and so is the lunch.

The shower is held a local tea house, and it's set up and looks beautiful.

The staff really went all out, and organized everything, even a gift table, scones on every table, cookies, and a charcuterie board at each table.

You registered at Target, Neiman Marcus, Pottery Barn Kids, Macy's, Nordstrom's, Saks Fifth Avenue, and Amazon.

You get a lot of gifts, and Ransom and you stuff what you can into your Lexus.

Your dad rents a truck to take the rest home because you have a lot of stuff.

With twins, it's double of everything, including a crib, high chairs, diapers, clothes, and and everything that a baby would need times two!

Everyone gets pink and blue goody bags.

You fall asleep when you get home because the shower and the day just wore you and Ransom out.

Andy Barber

Your baby shower is held in the private room of a local Italian place.

Your wearing a lavender maternity dress with a hand knit lavender cardigan.

Your mom, aunts, cousins, and friends from work all threw you the baby shower.

You're registered at Target, Macy's, Pottery Barn Kids, and Amazon.

The dinner is various pastas set up buffet style along with meatballs, salad, garlic bread, even appetizers.

You have some spaghetti with meatballs and Andy has some, too.

You both have some salad and garlic bread.

The gift table is amazing.

You and Andy do the gender reveal by opening a pinata that is full of pink confetti.

You and Andy cut the cake, but steal a kiss before you both cut the cake.

The cake has pink on the inside, with a white layer in the middle.

The cake is served, and everyone has a good time.

Everyone leaves with pink goody bags.

The bags have a small candle where the label turns pink when it's heat activated, some seeds to grow a garden because they fit in with the theme of Joy's nursery. There's even pink hard candies, and some pink and silver Hershey's kisses.

You and Andy have so much to take back and to celebrate.

Your dad helps you and Andy bring back all of the gifts.

You and Andy crash in bed because you're both exhausted.

Two months later, Joy is born.

Jake Jensen

You and Jake decide on a theme.

You decide on a nice, princess theme, since that's the theme for the nursery.

You and Jake had to put princesses on the invitations.

His mom and his sister threw you the baby shower at your house.

Your mom offered to help, and split the cost.

The shower is hosted at your mother-in-law's house.

You're registered at Target, Amazon, Macy's, Pottery Barn Kids, and even Barnes and Noble.

The lunch is catered, and the cake is even more amazing because it was from a local bakery.

You worked with an even planner, named Katie, who helped make this shower possible.

It's amazing because she's not only your neighbor, she was there for you when you and Jake were trying to conceive, and she listened to your frustrations and didn't judge you for battling infertility.

It turned out she had to go through IVF because she battled infertility, and got three kids out of it.

She also has endometriosis and PCOS on top of that.

She's been a huge part of your support system.

You get a lot of stuff, double of everything.

The gender reveal is amazing.

The cake is pink on the inside, with chocolate and raspberries in the layers.

The lunch is just fried chicken with all the sides.

You and Jake make out like a bandit.

Jake and you don't worry about transport, but putting together some of the items, like the baby gyms, high chairs, the double stroller that both your parents and his parents split the cost on is a whole different story.

You're wearing a cute, pink maternity dress and Jake is wearing a pink button down.

The afternoon just flies by.

It's amazing.

You and Jake fall in love even more, knowing that you're two beautiful girls will be here in a few more months.

Of course, Jake is your sweet, loving, adorable, adorkable, goofball.

You're his honey bun.

Colin Shea

It's an amazing day.

It's November, and it's your birthday.

You have an ob/gyn appointment, and you and Colin recently discovered that you're having a girl.

Colin proposed to you in the kitchen of your new house that morning.

You also have the flu, but didn't realize that you were sick.

When you finally arrive at Esther's house, she organized a baby shower and a birthday party for you.

You've registered at Target, Macy's, Pottery Barn Kids, and Amazon.

You also get several birthday presents, even though the day is about your baby girl than you.

Colin feeds you soup when you get home, and won't leave your side.

He entertains you with movies, singing to you, playing his guitar for you, even snuggling you and sleeping with you.

When Colin starts to sing and play the guitar, Harper moves around in your womb, and kicks in time to Colin's guitar and singing.

Colin feels his daughter move.

You and Colin wouldn't have it any other way.

It's even more intensified when Harper is born several months later.

Johnny Storm

Your baby shower is amazing.

You're wearing a green maternity dress because you want everyone to be surprised.

His sister, Susan, is throwing the baby shower.

You have a cake with blue and white layers and white icing.

You and Johnny do the gender reveal, and he came up with a completely different idea.

But you and Susan drew the line when he wanted to launch a fire cannon with blue flames indoors.

Instead, you pop a balloon with blue confetti.

You and Johnny are registered at Target, Macy's, Pottery Barn Kids, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.

Johnny has been reading to your belly every night, and every morning.

You and Johnny both talk to your unborn son every day.

You also read to your unborn son every day.

He already takes a picture of you every day, naked, with the stats of each day written on a dry erase board.

On the day of the shower, Johnny painted "It's a boy! #teamboy" on your belly in light blue body painted.

Johnny and you are excited today.

You get a ton of gifts.

Everyone gets blue goody bags.

What's even more amazing is that your nursery feels complete, and you and Johnny fall more in love.

You and Johnny wouldn't trade this for the world.

#chris evans #chris evans characters #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #andy barber #jake jensen #colin shea #johnny storm

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bloomandbutterbakery · 11 days

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#cakes #pink #polka dots #pastel #rainbows #rainbow #dogs #paw patrol #edible image #kids #media

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3000gaypitbulls · 2 years

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Ask and you shall receive: stoner dude hcs 😈😈

Ly guys

- Coughs like he’s 89 and on life support UNLESS it’s a bong

- Is a grown ass adult but still hides his shit like he’s 17 with helicopter parents

- Insane piece/glass collection

- Trailer smells louder than a highschool bathroom

- Perpetually stoned

- Prefers joints and dabs

- Has a professional growing set up in his closet (keeps his clothes on the floor) and runs that shit like Walter white

- Smokes butt booty naked most of the time (dropped ashes on his balls once)

- Looks at his hands for too long and starts hyperventilating

- Started crying one time bc he saw a lemon

- He doesn’t smoke roaches he eats them

- Has a pipe that looks like a gun (the mouthpiece is the barrel lol)

- His pockets always have little bud crumbs in them

- Makes and sells edibles (he wears a silly little polka dot apron)

- Paradise’s singular plug tbh

- Ate insulation one time bc he was hungry and thought it was cotton candy (hospital bill was wild)

- Hates when people ask him “sativa or indica” bc he’s a hybrid man all the way

- Favorite strain is lemon meringue

- He be chillin in the weirdest most uncomfortable looking positions

- Nearly killed the neighbor’s dog one time after pouring bong water in its water bowl

- Loves smoking in the bath (be lighting candles n shit)

#postal #postal 2 #postal dude #zaza #silly guy

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jojogape · 11 months

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Someday v0.11 Music Guide

Hey.

How are you? Having trouble collecting all of Someday's music on the YNO release? Don't worry! Nulsdodage, who coded the "music room" feature for v0.10+ Evergreen, was kind enough to give me a list of all the conditions needed for each song. So I've made a music guide! Please do let me know if there are any errors, although I'm far more active on the YNO Discord server! Updated for v0.11.

The Computer itself

6 folders can be found on the desktop. Keep in mind, folder 6 is the one to the lower left, because this one was added in v0.10! 5 is the Glitch World one. Let's go!

Folder 1

01 Doodle World Post-it

02 Hospital (Entrance) Hospital Question World

03 Nexus

04 Caves (Entrance) Caves Caves (Exit) Beach

05 Sewers

06 Lava World Lava Path

07 Window Shower

07a Bar (Outside) Relaxing Room

08 LSD World (Downer)/Hospital (4th floor, 2nd room to the lower left) Hexagon Realm

09 Glitch World

10 Clock Tower Clock Tower (Slow)

11 Clock Tower (Fast-Forward)

12 8-bit Tree Path

13 (empty space, not unlockable, does not count for 100% completion)

14 Space World Moon

15 Purple Polka-Dot World

16 LSD World (Dynamic) Edible World

17 Desert Desert (Four Seasons Path) Orange Crystal

18 Forest (Wasps Event) Haunted House (Hall)

19 School (regular Bullying Event)

Folder 2

20 Testing Area (Entrance) Test End 1 (after test 10) Test End 2 (after test 20)

21 Alphanumeric World Letter Path

22 Clock Tower (Rewind)

23 Monochrome Mall (Entrance) Monochrome Mall Monochrome Mall (Outside) Circles

23a Big City (Shady Stranger Event beginning) Monochrome Mall (Vaporwave Event)

24 Hatsuyume Mountain World (Four Seasons Path) Mountain World

25 Tubes (TV effect room)

25a Tubes (Entrance)

25b Tubes

25c Tubes (Bubbly's room)*

26 School Entrance School Halls School Playground School Playground 2 Junior High School Entrance Junior High School Junior High School (Joaquin's Room)

26a Rage Path Corrupted School (corrupted) Corrupted School (alternative Bullying Event)

27 Title Screen Lamppost World

28 Neon World

29 Rain World Rain World (Inescapable) -> Accessed through Lava World's Hexagon

30 Clock Tower Entrance Tree Path Forest Ice (Four Seasons Path) Forest B (Four Seasons Path) Ice Ice Home Decision Path Dark Art Gallery (beginning)

31 Flying Tuna Pink Maze Pink Path Pink Path 2

32 Rusty Tubes (TV Room)

33 8-bit Garden

34 Seabed Seabed (Checkpoint) Hospital (2nd floor, 3rd room to the lower right) Grassland World

*As of v0.10+, there is a bug that unlocks track 25c upon visiting any computer folder. This bug will be fixed someday in the future.

Folder 3

35 Junior High School (Party)

36 Dark World Dark World (to Haunted House)

37 Computer World Computer World (to Glitch World) Internet Deep Internet

37a COMPUTER Event

38 Art Gallery

39 Neon Path

40 Tsukitsuki's Bedroom Tsukitsuki's Balcony

41 Rainbow World Rainbow Path

42 Art Gallery (Oblivion) Art Gallery (Checkpoint) -> return after talking to the robot Fog World

43 The Lake

44 LSD World (Upper) LSD World (Upper) (Inesc.) -> accessed by getting caught in the Shady Stranger Event

45 LSD World (Static)

46 Nice Town Nice Town (Square)

47 Subway Subway (Speedway) Space Flight Event

48 Subway (Stairway)

49 Grassland World (Fuzzy House) Grassland World (Not Fuzzy House)

50 Data World Big City Data World 2

51 Shower (with the water running)

52 Wobble

53 Other Bar Grid Path

Folder 4

54 Deep Internet (det'ok)

55 Hospital (3rd floor, 4th room to the upper left)

56 Water Path

57 Glacier

58 Big City (Shady Stranger Event chase)

zapgame1 ZApNeF Title Screen

zapgame2 ZApNeF Title Screen Glitch World (Fake ZApNeF Level)

zapgame3 ZApNeF Level 4

Bonus Tracks bonustrack: Break the "?" Box in Grassland World bonustrack2: Break the "?" Box in Neon World, and unlock all "01 - Doodle" variants (see folder 1 above) bonustrack3: Break the "?" Box in Question World, and unlock all Clock Tower variants (see folders 1 and 2 above) bonustrack4: Break the "?" Box in Dance Flood

Savesongs savesong is available from the beginning savesong2: Go to Data World and Data World 2 savesong3: Get 10 Feats savesong4: Get the Clockworker effect savesong5: Heal the Nice Guy in the Hospital (3rd floor, 2nd room to the upper right) savesong6: Get 20 Feats savesong7: Get 30 Feats savesong8: Get all seven Crystals

savesong9: Get 3333 N

(FOLDER 5 goes to Glitch World and has no music players)

Folder 6