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[navybrat817]

Hi Navy!

How are you?

Happy Thirsty Thursday!

I am thirsting over Lumberjack Bucky!

I mean he is sweet and quiet but that body and muscles of his..... he can do me over 😏

(Also, love the series! I can't wait for more!)

Oh, our lumberjack. I finally managed to get part 3 finished and we should see him again next week. I hope you lovelies are ready.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[ash-muses]

♡ Send '🧸' to give my muse a hug ♡ Starter for @animnerd

The God of Mischief had been in the library on Midgard, curiously scouring through the texts. It was a rare moment of quietude, the sun shining through the tall, arched windows and illuminating the area in soft aureate rays. He heard the sound of faint footsteps approaching, stealing a subtle glance over his shoulder and spotting Rose. With a hint of a smile, he turned toward her, verdant gaze flickering over her features.

"Ah, Rose," came his steady greeting, "A pleasure to see you, as always." When she stepped closer and looped her arms around him, he blinked a few times at the unexpected gesture. "Everything all right, Princess?" he mused lowly, brows furrowing slightly in concern. Loki enveloped her in a gentle, warm embrace, one hand delicately brushing his fingers through her hair.

[jessybarnes]

Hi love!

Congratulations again on your big milstone! I have a mood board request! Could i request loki and reader ballroom dancing? Or a Loki and Emma Swan(Once)? Either one. If it is to hard let me know I'll resend an ask

Hi, baby! ❤️ Thank you for the moodboard request! I had so much fun with this one! 🥰🥰

I chose Loki and a ballroom aesthetic. I hope you like it, sweetheart 😘

Want me to make you a moodboard? Click here to join my 500 Followers Celebration!!

[tjhammondrp]

Go right ahead baby I bet it will only work for you 😏

[jamiewintons]

Hi! How are you?

B, s, m,z for Zemo please!

(I'm very well thank you!!)

(S was answered here, and Z was answered here!)

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Zemo uses a lot of pet names, in German, Sokovian, and English. He particularly likes calling you "Schatzi" and "Liebling". He calls you by nicknames most of the time, so you know a situation is very serious when he just calls you by your name.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Zemo wakes up very early, so if you tend to sleep a bit later you'll usually have breakfast ready for you when you awake. His days are often very busy (and dangerous) so he likes to spend that peaceful, quiet time with you in the mornings.

[wintersongstress]

Can I request a head canon for Arthur please?

With: 🌸💟

Of course! I did add a little bit of smut to this. I hope you like it! ♥

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Prompt: romantic headcanons

Tags: fluff, mild/implicit smut

♡ — If Arthur is sweet on you, being the focus of his kindness and attention is endearing and impossible to resist. What begins as timid flirting between you blossoms into an inevitable relationship, and every chance he has to put a smile on your face, he takes.

♡ — In the beginning he indulges in doting on you. Showing you his affection starts as small gifts—wildflowers tucked behind your ear, drawings left in your coat pocket, chocolate bars in your saddlebag—until your little fling evolves into something more.

♡ — On the days you are too exhausted or in a bad mood, Arthur will do your camp chores for you without asking. He brushes down your horse and will take you into town for dinner, helping you onto and off your mount—fully knowing you can manage by yourself—and holding the door open for you as well.  

♡ — If men at the bar ogle you, Arthur is quick to put a stop to it. Not in a manner that is possessive or predicated on jealousy, but as response to demanding you be treated respectfully. He is not beyond squaring up to a rowdy cowhand, though, and will throw punches if his words are ineffective. Afterwards, when you kiss his cheek in gratitude and stroke your thumb across his hand tenderly, his coarse demeanor dissolves in a blush.

♡ — Speaking of physical touches, it takes Arthur time to warm up to receiving them. He tends not to focus on what he wants and puts others’ needs above his. Undoing his old habit of self-deprecation requires pulling out the roots of turmoil in his past, which will be heart-achingly painful, but it opens a new doorway of intimacy and leads him to be more amorous with you than before.

♡ — Soft and full of disbelief, your first kiss together is the product of a thousand dreams of doing so, with none of them able to compare. The way he melts into you, breathes in deep and pulls you in close by the hips leaves you breathless and dazed with bliss. At the perfect warmth of his embrace, you sigh and hold onto his jacket, the fur of his coat collar soft as a lamb’s ear to the touch. Upon departure he thumbs your chin, and those eyes of his open; soft as September skies, swaying with green, clouded with blue, dilating at the sight of you. In that moment, without him having to say it, you know how beautiful you are to him.

♡ — Arthur loves spending time with you. He makes good company on walks and likes to join you for mid-afternoon naps beneath the shade of an oak tree. Lying with his head in your lap, an hour can pass without a word as he sketches the landscape in his journal. You are more than happy to relax with a book, running your fingers through his hair until the heat of the day abates. Watching sunsets together also becomes a favorite pastime. He hugs you from behind and kisses your temple all the while, content to stay that way until long after the sun sinks beneath the horizon.

♡ — When he has to spend the day away working he makes sure to make it up to you, regardless of the reassurance of your understanding. He brings you coffee in bed, traces his knuckles along your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose to wake you. The sight of his handsome face and the longing in his expression is one you are loathe to see go, but you cup his stubbled cheek and needlessly remind him to be careful.

♡ — During his travels, Arthur comes across countless secluded and tranquil spots in nature. Creeks winding within aspen groves, meadows of wildflowers, hillsides patched with poppies and daisies, ponds ringed with water lilies and surveilled by herons—he finds so many places he wants to share with you.

♡ — Once in a while you get the chance to spend the night with him away from camp, having each other all to yourselves. Arthur will bring you to one of the placid places he has found: a lake nestled deep within a forest of silver spruces, where the cool waters glimmer with moonlit ripples and stars salt the clear sky. He builds a fire and pitches his tent, your bedrolls unfurled beside each other. Dinner consists of seasoned game meat and canned goods, and afterwards you share a bottle of gin to unwind. Childhood stories and your joining laughter fills the night, and before long you wheedle Arthur into dancing with you on the lakeshore.

♡ — With all that troubles him, the simple comfort of holding you in his arms and swaying to the tune of the nightfall chorus of wind and still waters sinks him into the deepest state of peace he has ever known. Closing his eyes, smelling the pine needles and the enchanting perfume of your skin, an overwhelming wish fills him to never leave—to take you away from the life you both lead. As he clenches his hands in your clothes and lays his cheek upon your head, he hopes you feel the same. By the sigh you hum against his chest, and the way you snuggle closer to him, his doubts vanish. The stars glisten in your eyes when he holds your head in his hands and you await the three words on his tongue. But you say them first.

♡ — He says your name in the gentlest way, and nothing else. What begins as sweet and reverent transforms into heated and hurried as you kiss, an urgent need swelling between you as you shuffle inside the tent. Always so gentle, Arthur’s hands are delicate as he lays you down, drifting over you as dreamily as the clouds in a silent summer heaven. Warm against your throat, his mouth seeks the fact of your pulse and presses against it indulgently, your sighs spurring him to venture farther. Downwards from your collarbone he trails, lips and touch, to the opening of your blouse, undoing the buttons with deft fingers. The dividing of your thighs around his hips lures his hands to your waist and brings his darkened eyes to yours, silently asking if you wanted him, this—truly.

♡ — All it takes is a nod. He thumbs the line of your smile, a tacit and an infinite implication of his gratitude, and descends, his mouth warm against the parting between your breasts. In the night your arms wrap tight around him, and all of the spaces between you fit together and fall into place harmoniously, like bits of colored glass in a kaleidoscope. Surrounding you, completing you, at the height of it all he tells you how beautiful of a dream you are to him and you are lost. The way he looks at you, sees you, feels like no one ever has before him.  

♡ — In the morning he wakes before you to the peace of birdsong and a turquoise sky. Lying beside you, he admires the softness of your sleeping figure, embedding the image of you in his memory. He leaves you to your rest and fishes for trout. The humming of a familiar tune and the stirring smell of breakfast in a pan draws you from your dreams, flitting your eyes open to the sight of Arthur squatting by the fire in his undershirt, his suspenders dangling. The shadows of the treetops fall over him and waver in the wind, the sunlight catching the glint of gold in his hair. Pine and wood smoke hangs in the air, and the surface of the lake ripples with the splashes of fish and a gliding string of ducks. What makes the picture perfect to you is Arthur, his posture relaxed and at ease. Never before had his face looked so young and carefree.

♡ — When you emerge from the tent flaps in his shirt, he greets you with a smile, handing you a plate and gesturing to the coffee. But you stoop down and tip his chin, melding your mouths in a long, lingering kiss lush with affection and ripe with a promise. His lashes blink at you dazedly as you pull away with a smirk, asking if he slept well. His response pulls your heartstrings tenderly, because as few as the words were, you knew how infinitely much they implied.

♡ — “I can’t tell which part of the night was the dream.”

[foxgloveprincess]

Hi Rach! How are you?

For your college moodboard:

Loki and adventure/smut please?

So, I might have gone a bit Victorian AU with this, cause I just couldn’t find quite the right picture of Loki. But I could find a real nice picture of Thomas Sharpe to substitute.

In my mind it sorta goes like this:

Rich eccentric nobleman,  Loki Laufeyson comes into the library one day raving about a hidden treasure left to him by his father and enlists your help in tracking it down through the mountains of his homeland. Danger ensues as you both piece together the clues of a grand riddle leading to your goal—as does falling in love and in lust. Until you stumble upon the final piece to solve the puzzle and have to wonder if your adventure will truly come to an end.

(the lips are from a painting and relate to a clue, btw, not any potential physical characteristics of a reader)

I hope this will suffice. If not, please feel free to reach out and I can edit it if you need it to fit more concisely to something. I tried to get some sensuality in there, but I’ll admit I went more for the adventure than the smut cause it was easier for me to visualize. either way I had a lot of fun, so thanks for sending this in!

get your moodboard/collage right here 

(just send a pic of a character + a trope or a mini synopsis)

[theycallmebecca]

Hi! For your Drunk Drabbles can I ask for Steve with cookie dough please?

Ok, this one ended up being really fun to write. Thanks for the prompt @animnerd This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club

Title: The Cookie Dough Thief

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Someone was stealing your frozen cookie dough.

At first, you didn't notice, but then they slipped up and left a noticeable spoon mark in your dough.

Given that you lived with the Avengers, where you each had your own room but shared a kitchen, it could be anyone.

With that in mind, you did what any normal person would do: you set up a secret camera to check the person in the act.

Then you made a list of your suspects, starting with the most likely: Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Thor and Bruce Banner. All of whom had a suspicious habit of showing up just as you were taking cookies out of the oven.

It took a couple days for the cookie dough thief to strike again, but they did and you knew you'd caught them red handed.

Instead of making your cookies right away, you opened the app for the camera and went through the footage to figure out who it was.

And the answer shocked you.

"STEVE!" you exclaimed as you watched captain morality himself eating a spoonful of your cookie dough. You looked up from your phone to see the thief standing across the kitchen from you. Instead of saying anything else, you pointed up to the hidden camera.

His eyes widened as he looked from the camera to the freezer and then back at you. He knew you knew what he had done.

You put your hands on your hips and glared at him.

"It's really good?" he offered, lamely.

"That's all you're going to say?!" you demanded. "You're a cookie dough thief!"

"I know, I'm sorry," he said, the shame showing on his face. "You make the best cookies I've ever eaten. And you were gone on a mission and I needed something sweet and it was just there. And then once I tasted it that first time… it was like I was addicted to it. I couldn't get enough."

"You think I make the best cookies?" you asked, surprised.

He nodded his head.

"Thank you," you found yourself saying. Then shook your head. "Wait a second, you still owe me ingredients. They're not cheap you know."

"I'll buy you whatever you need," he promised. "Maybe I can help you make them or something?"

"Ok," you replied.

Neither you or Steve were aware of the audience in the hall just outside the kitchen.

"Are you kidding me?" Sam asked the others. "I snuck one cookie and she nearly killed me. He sneaks her cookie dough and she gets all soft and girly with him all because he said they were the best cookies he's ever had?"

"Clearly, Steve knows more than you do about women," Bucky teased. "I taught him well."