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So Bee can look like her Mr Tato🥹

[thebombdropper]

Does anyone know what happened to @angrythingstarlight ‘s account??? I’m almost the the point of tears she isn’t coming up anymore

[krirebr]

🧥 warm coat: share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!

Because I’m really hoping some of our monsterverse babes get some soft, sweet times 🥺

@angrythingstarlight also asked this one. Thank you both!!

Well, it may not surpise you that this was very hard for me. 😂 There's not much room for fluff in any of the vamp intros I'm working on. But I think the below scene from my Dance Hall Days intro qualifies as happy. Hopefully?? You know things are dire if I'm resorting to Ransom and Steve. 🤣

October-themed Writer Asks

[babyjakes]

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each volume of fic recs will feature ten wonderful writers and eun's favorites of their works!

@kinanabinks | in my hands | walnut handshakes | no more mr. nice guy | the penthouse | it’s only natural

@hansensgirl | go ahead and cry, little girl | you better not shout | and i'll cry if i want to | like smarty does | i'm in the water | favorite flavors | brooklyn’s favorite phantom | the big, bad werewolf

@mypoisonedvine | bankrupt | the martyrdom of st. valentine

@evansbby | pouty princess | dilf ari: scraped knee | daddy's little princess | halloween princess

@onsunnyside | little fears | third eye | crybaby | flamingo king | sad girl | step by step | miss misery | wish i may, wish i might | put me in a movie | why are you scared | fraternal instincts | hell’s kitchen

@avintagekiss24 | polar

@angrythingstarlight | wind you up & tie you down

@cloudystevie | you are my delusion | red, white, blue's in the sky

@nony-bear | captain jealousy | matched

@jtargaryen18 | all heaven in a rage | dark commander | barber & weiss | naughty ransom holiday tales | how i disappeared

[lilacevans]

Ari and Lloyd please!

here you go, i hope you like it!!<3

send me a c.e character & i'll make you a header<3

[straywords]

Would you rather be hunted by dark vamp Peter or dark shifter Steve.

And what's your favorite thing you've written so far and why? And it doesn't have to be fanfiction related.

My favorite thing I've written as of late is Claimed as it was a comfort fic for me.

As for dark vamp Peter vs dark shifter Steve. Well...

Want

Pairing: Dark! Werepanther! Steve Rogers x Daycare Teacher Reader

Word count: 760

Warnings for:  Dark fic (no smut)

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When Steve walks into the daycare to pick up his son, he immediately shudders, assaulted by your scent. It makes the panther inside him stir...how the place reeks of you. It also fills him with rage - white hot rage that makes his blood boil... He hates that so many get to smell that sweet aroma of yours.

Ripes peaches and coconut - the smell of your shampoo - paired with the bubbling nervousness and tiny spark of fear whenever he's around you. It's the fear he loves most. That quiver in your gaze whenever his own lingers on your curves, that hitch in your throat you pathetically attempt to conceal when he approaches, the shrinking into yourself whenever he casually brushes past you.

You make his heart race... and his cock thob.

He is hooked and must have you. Lest he be driven mad. He now understands what Bucky felt when he found his mate all those months ago. Because he feels it too when he looks at you. A longing he can't shake. An aching want that burns deep inside his chest. Roaring even louder when you're this close. Smiling up at him shyly.

Steve smiles back. Grant is by your side. His chubby hand is twined with yours. He's beaming up at you, cornflower eyes blooming with joy whenever they rest on you. A low purr rises in his throat, his panther unfurling at the sight. He can't help thinking how right this looks and feels, you with his son.

"Mr. Rogers, nice to see you," you greet. Steve is pleased with the way your gaze travels to the floor, struggling to meet his.

"I told you to call me Steve, sweetheart," he replies smoothly.

Your hesitation permeates the air around you. As you roll the plump flesh of your lips between your teeth with the most adorable frown, Steve's frustration grows. It takes every bit of self-control in him not to tackle you to the ground in front of a bunch of confused toddlers and shocked parents and have you keen your delicious submission beneath him. He bets you'd cry. And that your tears would taste so sweet.

You chuckle lightly. "I don't think it'd be very proper of me to do that, Mr. Rogers."

Steve almost mirrors you laugh with one of his own. If you knew the plethora of improper things involving you constantly playing in his head like an all too vivid daydream on a ceaseless loop. If you knew. But you don't.

Which is why you switch topics without a care.

"Oh... are you sure you're okay to help watch the children on their field trip? We all know how important your work is, Mr. Rogers..."

"Nonsense, doll. I wouldn't rob Grant of this opportunity to explore."

Just like Steve wouldn't rob himself of an opportunity to explore your body under the cover of darkness and distance from too many prying eyes.

At the mention of his name, Grant chirps happily and Steve bends down to pick him up.

"You'll really come this time, daddy?" The pintsize version of him inquires with a pout. Steve tousles the toddler's blonde locks.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, buddy. Daddy plans to have lots of fun on this trip."

Fun. The word bounces in his brain, sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins as each of his thoughts converges towards you.

He's packed heavily for the trip. All the gear he brought took up more space than he planned. It's all carefully mapped out in his head. How he'll get you away from the rest, chase you as you inevitably try to run, and finally lay claim on what's his.

"It's really sweet, how good you are at taking care of him on your own," you say, fiddling with your hands.

The way your innocence clogs the air, washing over him like a balm, calling to him like a siren's song, damn near has Steve spill his release in his pants.

"I'd do anything for Grant."

"You're a good dad."

And you will be a perfect mother. You will be all that he needs. The certainty of it sizzles below his skin. As you walk away after a stilted, polite goodbye, Steve has to quiet the panther in him as it paces in impatience, the craving tearing a hole through his chest. A hole in the shape of your smile, your tempting curves and your wide, terrified eyes.

Soon, he whispers to himself, to quell the beast in him.

For before the weekend ends, Steve will have claimed you.

[angrythingstarlight]

|𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓾𝓶 |𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮 |𝓐𝓞3|𝓕𝓲𝓬 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓼 |𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼|

𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ● 𝓜𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 II

𝓝.𝓨.𝓒. 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ● 𝓥𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓑𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ● 𝓑𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼 ● 𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼

𝓐𝓻𝓲 𝓛𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷 ● 𝓐𝓷𝓭𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓮𝓻

𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮 x 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 x 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂

𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼

𝑰 𝑵𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘

𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓔𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓽

𝓗𝓮𝓷𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵

𝓐𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

[bckybarns]

Watched it again today

Explain to me why this is such a turn on

You know, I think we’re in the same boat. One of us better start paddling.

I think it’s because, in our whore minds, we look at it as he is begging us to act up. That little smirk he gives. “Unless you act up…you’re going to act up, aren’t you? I have plans for when you do. 😘” he warned us and we definitely got it.

You know, instead of him taking our ass, he just … ties us up. You know that rope trick they do in BDSM, when they tie it around your breasts? He ties harder.

Damn…you really got me thinking about this.

@angrythingstarlight @navybrat817 I thought of you two as well. 😉 what do you think? Hoe thots only