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FANDOM: MCU

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Speck sized Tony trying to get the attention of a sleeping naked Steve. Then ends up under Steve's morning wood as he turns over.”

CHARACTERS: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

WARNINGS: Unaware, Entrapment

COMMISSION TYPE: Quick Fill + Tip (thank you!)

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The last time Tony can remember being so exhausted from a trek, it had been under the beating sun in a desert full of sand. Never in a million years would he have expected to feel that same fatigue and that same near-hopelessness in a bedroom – but the sheets that stretch on for miles sag beneath every one of his steps, and every hour or two an entire mile of his progress is erased by the giant shifting casually in his sleep.

FRIDAY, he thinks blearily, hysterically, When I get out of this, remind me to start putting a tranquilizer in Rogers’ nightcap. Super soldier or not, no human should toss and turn this much in their sleep. It’s practically cardio.

The good news? He’s almost halfway to that stupid power-lifting Dorito’s skull. The bad news? Rogers is, once again, disrupting the earth and sending him into absolute chaos by rolling over. Only this time… this time, Tony sees one narrow hip raising high above him like a mountain, like a collapsing building aiming directly for him, and it’s all he can do to stare miserably, lips parted, brown eyes filled with the most bone-deep resignation he’s ever felt.

“Yeah, this may as well happen.”

And yet despite accepting his fate, he still hadn’t quite banked on where exactly he’d end up. Fun fact to the audience at home: did you guys know Captain Boy Scout sleeps naked? Because he didn’t, but he sure does now, because there’s a minivan sized cock pinning him down to a memory-foam mattress that simultaneously cradles his body against harm, and seals him flush against the super-heated, diamond-hard morning wood of America’s Favorite Ass.

The first time it throbs, fat and heavy atop him, he realizes it’s going to be a very, very long night.

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AU Yeah August - Day Seven: Royalty

Ahhh, I’m so late I’m sorry! I had another writing with royals in the works that I wanted to finish and did and here’s today’s post so I’m staying up-to-date!

Series: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: G Genre: Fluff Pairing(s): Adrinette Summary: Prince Adrien’s back in his castle, considering what to do next. Warning: No beta! Dragon’s Bride AU tie-in!

After over a year of being away from the kingdom, walking within the castle was strange to say the least. Last he was here, there had been a party. Now here after his father’s forced dethronement, it was quiet. How big it felt despite being no bigger than the caverns that’d become his home – their home.

Raising his head as he stepped out into the courtyard, she was still there contentedly sunning herself without a care in the world. In her words, the whole nonsense with human kingdoms still wasn’t her concern personally, but it mattered to him so she would come. He didn’t want her to stay if she were truly uncomfortable, but it seemed this was enough for her – and if she needed more, the forest was but a short flight away for her.

For most, it would be unwise to approach a slumbering dragon, but Adrien did so nonetheless. His eyes trailed over her doe-like face and spiral horns, and moved over her iridescent white scales that covered her wings and back. She really was so beautiful in this form and one advantage of having so much outdoor territory was seeing it better than in flickering firelight.

Stopping before her face, he placed a hand upon her nose and rubbed, smiling to himself. He could hear her shift slightly – stirred by his actions – but he didn’t look up. He figured she’d continue on slumbering after taking a brief whiff and finding out it was him.

That turned out not to be the case.

Instead, there was but the briefest sight of her fangs before her tongue pressed against his face, flicking up, and making him stumble backwards. Adrien raised his hands and wiped away some of the dragon’s saliva, catching her now opened blue eyes. Her whole body shook as she laughed.

“Got you, my love…”

She turned slightly before craning her long neck upwards to peer down at him. “You’re back sooner than expected. Is everything alright?”

“Yes… well, by standard affair anyway.”

Standing again, Adrien dusted himself off, but some still remained, clinging to the dregs lingering from her lick. With that done, he sighed, “Father didn’t really destroy the castle interior so everything’s the same. However, because it’s that way, I think I may want to change it.”

“Oh, so redecorate. It’s your domain now; I don’t see the harm.”

“It’s not a matter of harm, but…” he trailed, feeling his face burn. “… What say you to perhaps… using your treasure to decorate it together?”

“… My treasure?” She raised her head and cocked it so. “But Adrien, by using my treasure, that means claiming it as part of my own.”

“I know,” he said, nodding. “You’re my wife. And in accordance to human laws and by my status of soon-to-be King, you’ll be my Queen. This castle will be ours so… I want you to feel like it’s yours, too.”

“Adrien…”

“Marinette…”

Her whiskers snaked around him and drew him close, allowing her to nuzzle him. “I’m going to miss our den in the mountains, but… I think I can make this work. Also, I don’t think I’ll take my human form all too often.”

“Perish the thought of doing so,” Adrien replied, beaming. “You know I love you either way. Any on my council will just have to get used to you, and if they don’t, I should have others to replace them with.”

Her affectionate growl was all he needed to hear to know she was pleased. With that, he thought she might let go, but her whiskers kept him bound close. Blinking, he saw her hind legs shift and her body curl at her stomach with her tail coming to wrap around. Once she finished moving, he was encircled by her form. If he wanted to get out, he would have to climb over her, but he didn’t want to. Instead, he settled himself against her cheek and allowed himself to close his eyes.

A little rest with his dear Queen and mate, and then he would resume any human duties that needed his immediate attention.

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COMMISSION TYPE: Quick Fill (2-3 paragraphs) PRICE: $5 FANDOM: Stranger Things CHARACTERS: Hopper / Original Character (PB: Pedro Pascal) REQUESTED SUMMARY: “The second idea is one with hopper from stranger things. He drinks one of his witch boyfriends potions without reading labels and shrinks down to doll size and found by said boyfriend. Maybe he’s picked up and told “I’m going to use you until it wears off.” WARNINGS: Alcohol Use

If Mark bothered to ask (which he doesn’t), Hopper would immediately like to say this isn’t really his fault. First of all, it’s not like the guy advertised he was a witch when they started dating. Second, who in the hell puts their magic bullshit whatever potions in bottles that look alarmingly like beer bottles? Third, he had a rough day. It’s part of his whole unwinding ritual, coming in, grabbing a beer, settling down on the couch to drink it.

Things did not go according to plan. Maybe four or five drinks in, his skin started to crawl. It was pretty pleasant, actually, and would’ve been totally fine -— if it weren’t for the fact that the couch, the walls, the ceiling, all started to grow and expand outwardly around him.

Oh, crap. Wait. They’re not growing.

It’s around the time he hears the rhythmic booming thud of approaching feet that the realization kicks in: he’s shrinking.

“Well,” comes a voice louder than thunder some hundred or so feet above his head. He looks up to see a wide grin, mischievous and pleased. “Since you’re gonna be stuck like that for the rest of the week anyway, might as well have a little fun.”

And then a massive hand descends toward him from the sky.

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Ross is the Worst

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Request Summary

Using the male leads from the sitcom "Friends" (Joey, Chandler, Ross), create a scenario in which one or more grows. As this is just a sample, I'm flexible on story, but please no females. I also like butts, raunch, cockiness, and the like, so feel free to include some of that. Can't wait to read! Thanks!

All things considered he’s glad this happened in Joey and Chandler’s apartment instead of his own. He knows that’s not really the important part about what’s happening right now, but... you know, the rest of it he’s kind of okay with. One of his feet wound up slamming through their kitchen counter, smashing it up against the front door so that nobody could get in. 

He’s hunched down as low as he can because his head keeps bashing the ceiling, and if he sat up straight he knows it would bust clean through to the floor above. The furniture’s totally wrecked -- all except for that stupid entertainment center that overlaps both Joey and Chandler’s bedroom doors.

As for the men themselves, well... they didn’t exactly have enough time to get clear before Ross’s rapid expansion, and when things finally slowed to a stop and the chaos ended, they were nowhere to be seen. Which is to say, they weren’t gone; Ross can feel one of them stuck directly between his ass cheeks, flailing around in a manner so exaggerated he’s guessing instinctively it’s probably Chandler.

“Oh- my god do you ever wash your ass?” Comes the muted voice from beneath him, and Ross can’t help but smirk. Yep, guessed that one right. 

“No, but I could start right now if you want,” he teases dryly back, shifting from left to right to spread his glutes out a little more. 

Hysterically from somewhere beneath his balls, Joey’s high-pitched Stress Voice calls up, “Um, am I the only one who thinks there’s something NOT NORMAL here??”

Ross reaches down to gently lift his sack, twisting to one side so he can peer around underneath it to catch sight of Joey, suddenly damp with sweat from his package, wide-eyed and pinned up to the chest.

“No, you know, I’m not really seeing anything out of the ordinary,” Ross muses, dropping his sack back down over Joey’s face. “Maybe we should all just... take a deep breath and think this through.”