#or create a new blog from scratch

[kaihto]

Does anyone still follow this blog...i really miss tumblr and i was planning on being active on here again

[katebeckets]

beyond pissed off at tumblr ignoring my rizzolixisles emails

[devilishdelights]

what if i deleted all my art and rebranded

[suppermariobroth]

Early files found in a demo for Mario Kart: Double Dash show icons depicting Donkey Kong's partner being Donkey Kong Jr. instead of Diddy Kong.

Interestingly, Diddy Kong is himself referred to as "dk_jr" internally in several places, suggesting that instead of scrapping the character and creating a new one from scratch, the developers simply took the existing Donkey Kong Jr. and replaced his model with Diddy Kong at some point in development.

As such, this means that Donkey Kong Jr. has been replaced twice in the series. In Super Mario Kart, he was playable. In Mario Kart 64, he was replaced with Donkey Kong, and finally, in Mario Kart: Double Dash, he was planned but was once again replaced, this time by Diddy Kong. He would not return to the series until Mario Kart Tour many years later.

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Demons Prompts

It's not every day that a demon wants to make a deal with you, because they are the ones needing a favour.

The world is heading towards an apocalypse, but it's also the demon's home and they like it how it is now.

Getting summoned at little girls' sleepovers is just part of the job.

It's their job to influence the humans to be bad. When it doesn't work on one, the demon has to realize that this human doesn't need any influencing anymore.

Demons are evil monsters, but they still have a sweet tooth and are regular customers in the new café that opened down the street. With those delicious pastries made from scratch every day, how can a demon resist.

When a demon finally comes to collect the soul that was sold to them, they realize there is not much left of it.

A demon's job is to create chaos, however they see fit. But when they decide to create a cult worshipping Satan, it turns more into a healthy found family situation then actual chaos.

When a demon finally gets send to their first assignment on earth, they quickly realize how much they prefer the quietness of earth to the cacophony of hell.

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[schoolhater]

an unforunate update from the shehab family

the shehab family has been fundraising actively on tumblr since may. that's six months. by some miracle they've raised~ €78,000 on the gofundme.

unfortunately, they will not be getting that money.

due to a problem with the bank, they are unable to access the funds and have to start their fundraiser over from scratch.

this is not a problem unique to them. banks all over the world are preventing people from transferring money to gaza. they are complicit in the genocide. a gazan friend of mine who lives in europe just had his bank accuse him of being a terrorist and close his account, leaving all the funds for his family back home out of reach. in the shehab family's case, they were falsely accused of being a money laundering scheme.

the family has created a new fundraiser with someone they trust and they need to raise everything all over again.

if you donated to the shehab family in the past, please consider re-sending it to the new link.

edit nov 13: the organizer is trying to solve the problem with the bank, but the problem isn't gone yet.

link to their OLD fundraiser

link to their NEW fundraiser

their blog: @fahedshehab-new

[agirlwithglam]

creating a new identity:

aka; how to build an alter ego / how to create the new you / creating your higher self / create a new version of yourself

this is a guide for people who want to change their life around, and most importantly, change themselves (because obvi to change your life, you must first change yourself first). oki lets get started!!

3 reasons why you want to change:

first of all name at least 3 reasons WHY you want to create a new identity. some reasons could include:

wanting to get better at school/ higher grades

becoming more social

more stronger

more disciplined

becoming better at something (ex a language, instrument)

if you don't have your 3 reasons on why you want to create a new you, then your desire is probably not strong enough and you won't be able to stay consistent in it.

create the new you:

give it a name! (you can do this at any point tbh so not really important atm)

choose and decide the aspects of your new identity: (how they think, act, behave, feel. what their hobbies are, their habits, what type of person they are, how they treat others and themselves, etc etc)

write down these aspects in your notes app, notion, blog, docs, (wherever you want to). you don't have to go in full detail but just write everything that you need for this new identity so that if you forget or need to be reminded, you can just check that.* *reminder that you can create more than 1 identity/ alter ego! so for example you may have one thats for workouts/ sports, one thats for studying, one thats for socialising, etc. this means that you don't necessarily need to write other hobbies for an alter ego that is made for working out. you just need to write whats important to that specific identity.

once you've done all this, theres nothing left but to just BECOME. stop over planning and procrastinating, step into the energy of this new version of yourself. channel the energy and enjoy your life!

tips:

take inspiration from people in real life! this can be celebrities, anyone you've met and admired, movie/ tv show characters (for me; rory gilmore, elle woods, gina linetti), book characters, etc. you don't have to create a new alter ego from scratch, you can just adopt energy of a person that has already been created/ exists.

a signature something. give this new identity a signature scent, outfit, accessory, etc. anything just to give it a bit of a touch/ cherry on top <3

Xoxo, Vanilla

[magnoliapromenadegalleria]

I take no issue with monetizing cc. You release good content and have an agreeable release window, I either choose to subscribe, or I wait. Cool. What I do take issue with is this

Perma-paywalls or ridiculous early access release windows. Anything exceeding thirty days is excessive. My opinion.

2. New creators setting up immediate early access. The skillset is just not there yet to put a price on your creations. You barely have a base to sell to. This includes creators who created for other games, then come over to The Sims and try to sell to us. For example, the creator that makes skins and admitted they don't even play the game. Simply here for profit.

3. Creators that do not qc their work, or steal from other creators. Girl.

4. Customer service. Once you start creating for profit, whether it be supplemental or your main source, you have to have a level of customer service and professionalism. You have now started a brand. A very niche brand, but that's what it is. You cannot be short with people for asking valid questions and catching an attitude with them. Like that one lady with the tree coming out in February. If you are one of those rare creators who is lucky enough money to hire someone to handle your social media, I suggest you do that. Or supply a friend with more patience with their favorite coffee or something and let them handle it. Something.

5. Not interacting with the community you are trying to sell to. Connect with people. Repost their edits, lookbooks, builds, leave comments, give a like. The creator mentioned above commented that no one comments on their stuff, at least not here. Fair. This community does not talk like it used to, but to each other like it used to, but you can go to creator pages and see that they are perfectly curated advertisements. Like a showroom. No reblogs of anyone using their content. If you want that for your main page fine, but at least have another side blog where you can do the outlined above.

6. Pushing something out just to push it. I think we have entered a space, both creator and follower/consumer, where everything feels so fast-paced. What's the new thing coming out, what's next, etc. So much so that I think it has made creators push out content just to keep up, especially if they rely on that income. This has resulted in some creators getting into hot water for releasing the same item(s) in different sets and in different colors. Or creators releasing duplicates of the same thing. It can be frustrating, but I question if it is because they're just trying to keep up, or afraid to try something new or different in fear of it not doing well. Some smaller creators who create different content don't get as much love and I question if they would receive more if they followed the wave, or were big enough to start one.

Now to this community

If a creator disrespects you or others or moves in a way that you don't fundamentally agree with, and you complain but still download and or advertise their content, you're moving counterproductive to your plight. Why would anyone reflect on themselves when you prove that you're going to advertise their content anyway?

2. Show love to these creators. Big and small, especially small, monetized or not. Everyone likes to hear or see that what they release is valued. Don't harass or disrespect creators if they take a break, or they don't get something out quickly. Especially the modders.

3. Interact with each other. Even if your aesthetics or different. This is a community. If you see something you like, LIKE IT. Share it, leave a comment.

4. Create the thing simmer. The edit, cc, build, lookbook, whatever. Create the thing and share the thing. Even if it isn't part of a popular trend or aesthetic.

I'm speaking about myself here too because I want to better about this.

I want this to feel fun again. Not just based on what is in at the moment.

This might be read. Might not. Just my two Abes. Anyway I'm about to make some soup from scratch. Toodles!

[liquidcrystalsky]

hey you, make your own website.

sure you can use neocities or carrd or strawpage or whatever whatever but also. make your own from scratch!

there's plenty of free website hosters, github(owned by microsoft), gitlab, and cloudflare have "pages" services which are all free and you can just host whatever html pages even use things like static site generators as well to help yourself from copying and pasting.

if you have your own domains you can also use those, and other than digging deep into web requests or stupid shit there's no way to know you're not hosting it yourself.

i use cloudflare pages, but github/gitlab pages is probably much easier, and if you dont like it, you can just pick it up and move it somewhere else. if you have a custom domain as well you dont even have to tell people "move to the new website". you're not tied down to any service and the site is what you have

It's very flexible too! for beginners you can just put raw html and css and upload it and it'll show, if you need more than this, you can just add more.

my website, ranid.space, also uses cloudflare pages (it can be easily done on the other two), and it's generated using Astro with templates i've created, it has a [shitty] blog Content Management System with an Atom feed, there's pages with javascript, and i even have SEO optimizations (i was really bored okay i really dont care if i show up on google).

it is as simple or as complex as you want it to be.

it is literally JUST hosting your own website you have full and entire control over. note it's a static website so you cant really do things like live updates without connecting it to another server, however for posting to a blog once in a while it's perfectly fine

i've not used gitlab pages, it seems to be a bit more manual setup than github pages, but i think beyond that first setup it's the same

[sydnikov]

could we get some andrei smut where he gets rough in bed and takes his frustrations with the team’s losing streak out on you 😵‍💫🥵

a different kind of frustration || A. Svechnikov

Author: Sydney / @sydnikov

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov / fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, sports injury mention (torn ACL/ligament), cursing, I don’t think I proofread this at ALL I am so sorry

A/N: I got this request about a month before the trade deadline I think, when the canes were on their awful losing streak, but was just too lazy to finish it. Timeline is thus set around that time, even though we just got eliminated from the ecf (again)... In honor of his second career playoff hatty, though, this is dedicated to him! Went in a slightly different direction with this request but, enjoy 😏

*Minors, you are responsible for your own media consumption. That being said, I will not block you for interacting with this fic or my blog, but always be aware of the content you choose to consume and the consequences it can have.

Losing grates on Andrei’s nerves like nothing else.

He hates it more than anything, especially when he can’t contribute. Nightmares of tearing his ACL still haunt him, creating noticeable apprehension in every stroke on the ice. There’s hesitation and fear that hinder his every movement, limiting the physicality he was once known for.

He hates it. Hates that he’s still nervous of making one wrong move, hates that it reflects in his play.

Now, Andrei does know he’s not solely responsible for his team’s production. He knows it takes every man, that they win as a team and that they lose as a team. Every conversation with his head coach assures him of this, and yet he still can’t help but wonder if it’s his fault.

“It is like,” He struggles to find the right words, clicking his tongue in frustration. “It’s like I know I can be physical. I know I’m better. But there is this block, and I can’t even lay a good hit anymore.”

You rub his arm sympathetically, a soft frown on your face as you listen to him vent. On an early Saturday afternoon in February, where the team had no practice and only a morning of film, you find yourself answering Andrei’s call to come over to his house.

Your relationship is still relatively new; just shy of three months, you’re very much still wrapped up in the honey-moon phase. Every part of him calls to you—his voice, his body, his gentle vulnerability he only shares with you…

And the sex. You flush just simply thinking about it, how he dominates you so sweetly in his bedroom. Andrei is the first man to ever make you come, and you hope that he’ll be the last, too.

“It doesn’t hurt, though, right? It’s not still giving you trouble and that’s why you’re nervous?” You ask, lightly scratching his bicep. Any physical touch you know he appreciates, so you try your best to comfort him in this way when he needs it.

Andrei shakes his head quickly. “No, no, it is all healed now. No pain or anything,” He reassures. “It’s just the thought of hurting it again, I think,”

You’re at a loss for what to say, you can’t lie. You don’t play competitive sports and don’t have much knowledge of mental blocks to give him good advice.

“And now the team is losing, and I can barely get a point per game to try and help.” He huffs, agitated as he runs his hand through his hair. Even as you’re sitting on the couch with him, a place where he should be relaxed, you can practically feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flex every few seconds as if preparing for action.

“I’m sorry,” You murmur sympathetically, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder as you fully hug his arm to your chest. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”

Andrei turns his head to look at you, tilting his chin down slightly to press a gentle kiss to your lips. His smile is slight, deepening the kiss for only a moment before pulling back and looking at you fondly. “You help just by being here.”

There’s nothing but earnest devotion in his eyes as he looks at you, and you can’t help the blush that takes over your face at his words. His smile grows, if anything, and he wraps his arm fully around your waist to press you firmly into his side. His fingers stroke the skin revealed by your shirt riding up, an innocent motion as he turns back to look at whatever plays on his TV.

Despite having nothing but pure intentions, your body doesn’t get the memo and immediately heats up at his touch. You want to slap yourself, tell your brain ‘not now’ as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together.

He’s being vulnerable by opening up to you and you’re getting fucking horny, you groan to yourself, even though you can’t help your urges. You bite your lip as you try to follow along with whatever is playing, though that quickly turns futile when you begin to hyperfixate on his hand still rubbing your waist.

Suddenly, an idea comes to you in the midst of your horny-ness.

You and Andrei have a very, very healthy sex-life in your relationship—a week never goes by without your bodies tangled together, drawing out of you toe-curling pleasure that no one else ever has before. Some of your most memorable times are after games, though. Wins, losses, whatever emotion he’s feeling is amplified by the result of the game played.

Wins are passionate, drawn-out, and deep. Losses are frustrated, rough, and powerful. Both leave you satisfied, always craving more.

Recently, he’s been holding back in how he manhandles you in bed. You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe he was into being more gentle now, but now you can’t help but wonder if his nervousness of being physical on the ice has somehow translated into fucking you, too.

You think you know how to help. Your heart races, now you the nervous one, as you take a deep breath to speak.

“Andrei,” You start, hesitant. “You’re nervous about being physical on the ice, basically, yeah?”

He turns his head to look at you, confused at the apprehension in your voice. “Yes,” He replies slowly, unsure of what direction the conversation is going.

This is where you freeze. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, eyes looking anywhere but at him, as you try to find the words to speak. Your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest, and you flinch when Andrei’s hand takes your chin, angling your head back up to meet his eyes.

He says your name lowly, thumb rubbing at the corner of your jaw. “What is it?”

The breath you let out is shallow, a little rough as you finally just blurt out what you’re thinking. “You can take your frustration out on me,” You quickly say. “It might make you feel better? Enough to do it in a game. Show yourself that you can be rough again,”

Andrei’s face is blank. There’s no clue at all to what he’s thinking which would definitely freak you out if you couldn’t see the way his eyes darken in real time, pupils swallowing brown as he thinks of a response. His grip on your chin tightens imperceptibly as if fighting the urge to hold you tighter.

He finally speaks after a long moment, licking his lips which immediately draws your attention to his mouth. “You want me to be rough?” He sounds almost pained, as if you were asking him to indulge in something he forbade himself from.

“Yeah,” You say, practically a whisper. Your noses brush together, the proximity sudden. “I think it’ll help.”

Andrei exhales, warm breath brushing against your cheeks. Your heart beats for a totally different reason now, your stomach tingling. “Yeah?” His hand slides from your chin to your neck, fingers large and thick as they gently bare down against your pulse.

“Let you do whatever you want to me,” You take initiative and swing your right leg over his hips, settling down in his lap as both his arms now move to wrap around your waist. “How does that sound?”

“Like you are trying to kill me.” He laughs roughly, looking up at you like you’re forbidden fruit. You rock your hips into his when he doesn’t say anything, smirking at the groan that comes from his chest. He reflexively bucks into you but his hands still don’t move from their spot at your waist. You huff, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck to tug.

“You don’t have to hold back, ‘Drei—s’just me.” Your hips find a slow, steady rhythm as you rock back and forth, his eyes now squinted shut, his cock eager and erect beneath you.

Andrei finally takes action at your words, large hands sliding down to grope your ass before roughly pushing you down onto him. A startled moan escapes your lips, and you quickly look to meet his eyes only to find him already looking at you.

You quickly lower your head to kiss him, molding your lips together with a sigh as he quickly takes over. One hand remains on your ass to help you keep rocking while the other slides up your spine, leaving tingles in its wake, before grasping the back of your neck to keep you pressed against him. You nip his bottom lip when he doesn’t do much else, seemingly content to merely dry-hump and kiss you, but now you want more.

Between your thighs is a slick mess, the steady friction to your clit making you desperate. You whine into his mouth at a well-timed thrust, the head of his cock hitting you just right even through the fabric of both your pants. “Andrei,” You hiss as his pace stays the same, squirming restlessly on his lap. “Fuck—okay, I know this is about you but now I—”

His chuckle interrupts you, all deep and masculine and it sends a shudder through your body. His lips move down your neck, leaving a wet trail in their wake of little bites and kisses. “What, baby? Need me to touch you now?”

Your plea is muffled when his lips meet yours again and you can barely muster the focus to kiss him back because now his hand is pushing your sweatpants down, so oversized they come down easily because they’re his. Large, calloused fingers find your pussy with ease, sweeping through the wetness that’s thoroughly soaked your panties.

Andrei pulls back from you to curse, lips kiss-swollen and flushed red. You’re sure yours mirror the same state. “Fuck,” He says, following that with Russian you can’t understand. “Lay down for me?” He asks, though doesn’t wait for a response before he’s moving you off his lap and onto your back, horizontal across his couch. Your sweats come off the rest of the way, now left in nothing but your panties and longsleeve top, though the latter is quick to join your pants.

His hands carress your legs, squeezing at your calves before finally arriving at your thighs and pushing them apart. His fingertips push under the hem of your panties, looking to you briefly before pulling them down your hips. At the sight of your bare pussy, glistening so pretty for him, he lets out a long breath.

“You’re soaking,” He says, enraptured at the sight. “Is this all for me? Been thinking about this for a while?”

Andrei chooses this as the moment to fully touch you, one of his hands leaving your hip to drag down your navel until his pointer finger finds your clit, touch feather-light. You jerk up into his hand, but he merely pushes you back down before moving lower to where you’re aching for him. There’s no resistance when he finally pushes in, two fingers curling upwards against your walls just to hear the whimper that comes out of you.

“Just want you to, fuck, feel better,” You gasp, once again pushing upwards with your hips until his remaining hand on your hip moves to your lower stomach and pushes you back back down, stronger this time.

He hums at your words, briefly looking to your face before dragging his eyes back down your body, landing on his fingers thrusting in and out of you. His tongue lays heavy on his bottom lip, hypnotized at the sight.

He wonders how many times he can get you to come with just his fingers before you can’t take anymore.

Andrei strokes you lazily, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Look at you, pretty thing,” He practically purrs. “Letting me do whatever I want to you. Good girl,” He inserts a third finger, pushing in to join the other two. You groan, shuddering around him, but his pace doesn’t pick up. He keeps the same, slow, patient movement, driving you utterly insane.

Perhaps you should’ve thought about what you were agreeing to… Andrei loves to tease, bring you to the brink before abruptly pulling back. He’ll do it so many times until your head goes blank, when the only word able to leave your mouth is his name.

“Andrei, please,” You beg, squirming under his steady hands.

“You want my cock?” He asks, pulling his fingers out of you just to lick off the taste of you. He murmurs something, too quiet for your ears to pick up on, then looks back down at you. “Or my fingers? My tongue?”

He’s firing all the suggestions rapidly, giving you no time to truly process what he’s asking. All you hear is ‘cock’ and it’s like a switch in your brain flips off, rendering you speechless. A pathetic whimper is all that comes out of you, eyes squeezing shut as your pussy clenches around nothing. You don’t realize how close Andrei is to you until you can feel his breath against your cheek, chest ever so softly brushing against you.

“Words, baby,” He says, almost patronizing. “I know you can use them,”

“Um,” You lick your lips, struggling to keep your eyes from shutting with pleasure. “You choose? This is for you, remember?”

Andrei pauses for a moment, as if he’d completely forgotten what you’d said to him to begin with now that he had you sprawled across his couch. He considers having you suck him off, loving the feeling of your warm, wet mouth moving up and down his cock, but then he looks down at your pussy again and quickly makes up his mind. There’s nothing that feels better than feeling you squeeze so perfectly tight around him.

“This is for me,” Andrei echoes, his words quiet and thoughtful as he begins shoving his own sweats down his hips. “And do you know what I want?”

You open your eyes to find him already staring at you, his pupils blown so wide you can't even recognize the brown in them anymore.

You swallow roughly, licking your lips. “What do you want?”

“I want to fuck you,” He answers assuredly, suddenly grabbing a hold of your legs and moving them to curl around his waist. His shirt comes off next, leaving you drooling at the hard lines of his abdomen on display.

All that’s left are his boxers, but those too are quickly removed and then he’s looming over you. He finds his favorite spot on your neck, sucking a harsh mark into your collarbone while grinding against you. Your tits are given attention too, sucking your right nipple into his mouth while one of his hands plays with the left. His free hand grasps your hip tightly, keeping you pressed against him.

His cock, now free of all barriers, rubs against you with a slick sound that has your face flushing red. You whine as Andrei finally takes his cock in hand, guiding the head towards your throbbing pussy.

The sigh that leaves your lungs is shaky with pleasure as he slowly spreads you open. You open your legs wider to make the intrusion more welcome, your walls fluttering around him as he takes his time sinking to the base. When his hips are finally flush with yours, you buck your own upwards to encourage him to move. 

“Fuck,” Andrei mutters under his breath. “You feel so fucking good.”

He slowly rocks into you, his pace teasingly gentle. “Please move,” You gasp, your left hand incessantly tugging his hair. Your other hand holds onto his right bicep, sinking your nails into the thick muscle without thought.

He merely chuckles at your begging, humming low under his breath as he kisses up the side of your neck until reaching your ear. “Baby I am moving,” Emphasizing his words with a quick thrust of his hips, he grinds into you at a maddeningly slow pace.

Andrei starts to move his head back down your body, but at this point you’re past caring about keeping your composure and grab onto his hair even tighter, dragging him back up until your lips are just barely pressing together.

“Too scared to get rough?” You taunt, though you’re careful to watch his face to make sure you don’t overstep. “Thought that’s what you wanted to do?”

Apprehension dawns on his face, directed towards himself rather than you. You realize he needs more help getting past whatever mental block he has left, and quickly decide to just go all out.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you squeeze his hips tightly and jerk him towards you. “Andrei please,” You whine dramatically, arching your back which indirectly puts your tits closer to his face. “Please fuck me, I need it so bad,”

His face quickly turns from apprehensive to almost pained instead, like he’s still trying to resist letting go. You’re well past the point of desperation now as your voice quickly grows in pitch. “Please please please please please—”

“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Andrei is quick to interrupt, immediately shutting you up with a bruising kiss that takes your breath away. “Fuck you’re desperate, aren’t you? Need me to fuck you that badly?”

You nod your head rapidly, feeling your pussy clench tightly at the mere suggestion. “Need it so bad,” You breathe into his mouth, moaning as nips your bottom lip.

A noise that resembles a laugh escapes his mouth then, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath before sliding his hands underneath your ass, hiking your hips up and off the couch so there’s no empty space left between you.

The sound you let out is totally out of your control when he finally starts moving, a harsh thrust that drags against your clit when his hips finally slam back down. The slick sound of his cock sliding home has your face flushing red, your pussy only getting wetter as his tip hits your g-spot.

“‘Drei,” You say, both hands now dragging down his back and leaving harsh lines in their wake. “Please don’t stop, feels so good,”

Andrei stutters out a groan, hips bucking involuntarily at the pleas falling from your mouth. His pace picks up instantly, so fast and solid you’re unable to stop from crying out as he drills into you. He hides his head in your neck, sucking at a spot on your shoulder while you lay there helplessly and take it.

It’s good. It’s so good; the angle, the way he feels inside you, and you’re close so close so close so close but then he’s pulling out, the wet sound of your pussy following his abrupt exit drowned out by your protests.

“What the fuck—?” You cry out, momentarily forgetting that you cumming came second. You’re not left wondering for long, however, for Andrei’s hands are grabbing your hips and flipping you over onto your stomach before you even have a chance to blink. “Oh,” You lament, a pleased sigh turning into a moan as his cock enters you again, this time from behind.

He’s deeper, and hits so much harder when he leans over you and presses his chest to your back. You arch your ass upwards to feel him better, hiding your face in the couch cushion when his voice makes its way to your ear. “I love this view,” He whispers. “You look so hot, baby,”

“Fuck,” You say, biting down on said couch cushion. “Fuck, I’m close.” Your lower stomach tingles, your pussy beginning to squeeze him harshly while your toes curl into your feet so hard it hurts.

Your words somehow unlock a new wave of determination in Andrei. His eyes shut in concentration as he focuses on railing perfectly into your special spot. His cock burns with pleasure and his arms curl around your stomach tightly without concern if you can breathe, only wanting to make you cum before he himself can follow.

He’ll never let you leave without an orgasm. He’d die before letting that happen.

Words of encouragement soon start falling from his lips, almost too sweet for how dirty the act of fucking each other truly is. “Pretty girl,” He coos. “I know you’re close. Can feel it, you’re so fucking tight around me,”

All you can respond with is a quiet whine.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” Andrei doesn’t expect a response, just listens to your breathing and feels how tense your muscles are beneath him, preparing for release. You’re wound so tight he wonders if you’ll even let yourself come—maybe you just need a little extra stimulation.

He gets a sudden idea and doesn’t hesitate before sliding one of his hands down from where it’s been pressed against your stomach, easily finding your clit thoroughly soaked in your wetness. You jerk so hard when his fingers brush against it that he has to crush you against him and you can barely breathe in his tight hold but find that it only makes you wetter, being forced to take it.

“Come on, baby, come for me,” He whispers in your ear, practically begging. “You can do it. I know you can—there it is, what a good girl…”

Andrei’s voice in your ear, in your head, in your heart, and you come. You come so fucking hard you aren’t aware of anything else but pure ecstasy shooting through your veins, lighting every one of your senses on fire until you’re nothing but jelly underneath him.

Your body twitches at every touch against your skin, your high slowly coming down all while he talks you through it. You can’t muster the energy to respond until his hand is brushing your hair out of your face, stuck to your face from sweat.

The next thing you know he’s moving your bodies into a sitting position, his back against the couch while your back rests against his front. You finally open your eyes at this, a long, heavy breath sucking life back into you. “There you go, take your time,” he says. “Are you okay?”

How he’s able to go from dominating and powerful to sweet and nurturing never fails to amaze you, and you’re obviously appreciative for it as your body comes down from the high he brought you to in the first place.

“Yeah. But I think I saw God there for a minute,”

“There’s no God, baby, just me.” Andrei replies cockily,  the smirk in his voice so obvious you can’t help but roll your eyes.

The two of you sit in silence, letting your heart rates slow and your bodies cool. It isn’t until you begin to feel uncomfortable with the remaining wetness between your legs that you finally make the movement to stand, though not without a teasing shake of your hips just to hear his quiet groan.

You tell him you’re off to pee, ignoring the Russian muttering under his breath he’s prone to do when you leave him wanting, only taking a few moments to clean yourself up. You then walk back into the living room, still naked as the day you were born before grabbing your shirt and sweats off the floor. Your panties remain abandoned, because… Yeah, you aren’t putting those back on.

Andrei has slid his own sweats back on - still shirtless though - by the time you join him back on the couch. He opens his arms for you without word, tugging you close to him with a sigh as you relax against him.

“Did that help?” You ask quietly, a little meek. “Being rough, I mean. I know it felt good for me, obviously, but the whole point was for you—”

“Baby?”

“—yes?”

“Hush.” He states, then without a moment’s notice is turing your head towards him to capture your lips in a long, deep kiss. It’s lazy the way your lips move against each other, slow and messy yet anything but passionate. His appreciation comes through in the soft moans you hear coming from his chest, his beating heart you’re able to feel through his body, and the thank you’s he gently whispers in the space between you.

Later that night, when you’re curled up in bed next to him about to fall asleep, he asks, “How did you know that would help?”

Luckily, you don’t have to think about your answer for long. “You were just frustrated, baby. Just had to find a different way to work it out of your system.”

Andrei hums, contemplating your reply. He doesn’t reply verbally, just holds you tighter, but the smile on his face is anything but innocent. Despicable, so full of mischief that he knew if you saw would immediately result in a smack on the arm.

“I think I will be frustrated more often, yeah?”

The smack on his arm, at that point, was imminent.

A/N: Lowkey uni has actually destroyed all of my creative writing desire but I’m trying so hard to fight back 🙏 this one isn’t my favorite but I hope y’all liked it, as always pls reblog & comment :)

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say yes?

santiago garcia x reader

summary: the first time he asks, you say no. the next few times become a game to him.

warnings: refused proposal, angst (with a good ending), mentions of the operation from the movie, tom is mentioned like once or twice (yes this counts as a warning), brief mentions of ptsd and unhealthy ways to cope with it (drinking), a tiny smut scene

tags: gn!reader, fluff, santi being silly, the first few scenes are really angsty but I promise it mainly gets silly and cute after that!!

please mind that for artistic reasons (lmao), the first few scenes are not following a linear chronology (I wanted to point that out in case it gets confusing)

word count: 3k

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The tip of your fingers drum nervously against the counter; the sound is awful mixed with the aggressive rumbling of the coffee machine. Like every other morning, you watch the birds outside the kitchen window, pecking through the bowl of mixed seeds, and like every other morning, you feel Santiago’s hand gently resting over your lower stomach as the prickle of his stubble scratches your cheek when he kisses it.

You hear him pull the stool to sit at the bar table, like every other morning, and like every other morning, you give him the coffee you just made – though hesitantly, this time – before you make yourself one.

And just like every other morning, he checks on his phone as he waits for his coffee to cool down, the smoke curling up in the air, swirls visible through the ray of sunshine piercing through the kitchen.

You gaze at him, at the way he scrolls through the news page on his phone, your stomach churning at the fact you’re both trying so hard to act like yesterday was an evening like every other one and like this morning is the natural follow up of a perfectly normal situation.

Then, all you can hear is the coffee machine, your coffee pouring and the birds outside, chirping.

“Are we gonna act like nothing happened?” 

He looks up from his phone, to you. 

“Isn’t that what you want?” he quirks an eyebrow at you, his morning voice deep and raspy.

You huff out a small breath through your nose. “No” the coffee machine stops, but you remain facing Santiago. “I want things to be clear between us.”

He puts his phone down onto the counter, with a small chuckle as both of his hands rub the sleep off of his face. “You made things clear sweetheart.”

—

Your body was curled at the edge of your side, your arm hanging off the bed, fingers brushing the cool floor. Sleep had been hard to find, for the both of you; you felt Santiago move behind you across the bed, turning to face the opposite direction. 

How could either of you possibly sleep tonight?

Your heart ached inside your chest, your mind full and feeling like your head was about to explode, so you couldn’t even imagine how he must feel.

“Santi,” your voice was weak, quieter than you had anticipated. 

He hummed softly in response, just enough to let you know he was listening. 

You waited an instant. It all burned your tongue, everything you could possibly say to him.

“I love you” you reminded him, as if innocently trying to press a bandaid over the wide crack you had managed to create earlier. It felt stupid. You knew this wouldn’t fix the broken pieces.

Maybe it was even making things worse.

Santiago could hear the beating of his own heart reverberating through his ears; for you, the room was dead silent, and it remained like this for what seemed to be an eternity, during which you considered leaving the bedroom to take a breath outside, before he finally said, 

“I know.”

—

The ride back home had been oppressively quiet. Santiago's playlist, though playing at the lowest volume, had somehow managed to mingle with the shitload of thoughts running through your mind, and the rhythmic drumming of his fingers against the steering wheel felt like a desperate attempt to ease the sickening tension between the both of you and to make it feel like it all wasn’t awfully awkward.

Back at your shared home, you watched as he slid his jacket over the coat rack like he was on autopilot before you followed, hanging yours beside his. 

You glanced at him as he mindlessly tossed his cap over the couch. It felt like the right moment to address the elephant in the room – though you weren't truly sure there was a right moment to talk about this.

“Santi I–” you started, words dying in your throat, unsure where you were even going. He turned and sat against the back of the couch, knowing where the conversation was headed, his hands shoving into his pockets. “It’s alright,” he said quietly, his voice low, resigned. “You don’t have to explain anything. I get it.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to marry you.” you affirmed. His gaze hardened, his lips pressing into a tight line as he looked at you. Out of all the things you could say, he hadn’t anticipated this. 

You could distinctly see the hurt and confusion in his flickering eyes. “Then what is this? Because that’s sure as hell what it felt like tonight.” 

You hated this. Hated to see him ache, knowing it was all your fault. Hated to hear the self defensive sarcasm in his voice – hated to see his conflicted furrowed brow. “It's just– not the right time.” you explained. You took a breath, stepping towards him, getting closer, but not too much. You could already see the frustration building up inside him, you didn’t want him to feel cornered.

“You don't know what you're doing. You're still processing what happened in South America” 

It had only been a month; he was still having nightmares, was still dissociating at random times, was still pouring himself a glass at random times of the day, more often than he should.

You knew you were right. You wondered if he thought you were. 

He stared at you, his expression unreadable, and you talked again when you started to see the defensiveness, the way his mouth gaped slightly as he searched for his words.

“You’re not doing this for us. You’re doing this for you, because you’re scared. You’re scared of things slipping away from you, so you jump head first into things to feel like you have control over your life. That’s what this proposal felt like” 

He rubbed the stubble of his chin, nodding, not like he understood or agreed, like he acknowledged what you were saying. His hand buried in his jeans pocket again. "You think this is just because of what happened? I’ve been sure about this for a long time. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t." his eyes darkened, his jaw working as he processed the conversation. “You think I don’t mean it.” he said quietly, more of a statement than a question.

“I'm not sure,” you pinched your lips, stepping towards him, desperate to make him understand. “I mean, I know you mean it. I know. But Santi… Ever since you came back–” you shook your head. His jaw tightened, the crease of his brows becoming more visible. “You’re trying to hold on to something, to control something, because so much of what happened out there was out of your hands. That proposal– it felt like a reaction to everything, like you’re trying to ground yourself, to finally have control over something in your life.”

He shook his head, a small sigh leaving his mouth. “It wasn’t. I just didn’t want to waste any more time.” he nodded, a pleading look over his face. Your heart clenched inside your chest. “I know it may seem rushed after what happened, with Tom and everything, but–” he stopped when he saw you wince. “I want to make the most of my life. With you”

The confession should make you feel all giddy, just like the proposal was supposed to. It just makes your heart tighten inside your chest.

“So, I’m right.” you raised your eyebrows at the way he just proved your point. “You’re doing this because of the operation.” 

You sighed with a shake of your head, your hand trying to rub away the ache lodged inside your skull. “So no, I don’t want to marry you out of emergency. Ask me again when we have it all sorted out, and I’ll say yes”

He nodded, biting his tongue. He knew he didn't have room to talk back on this, because he knew you were probably right.

“Jesus, Santi” you sighed, shaking your head once again, before you disappeared through the hallway. 

—

“I don’t want you to feel like shit over this,” you say, turning away to pick up your coffee. His lips tighten into a sheepish smile before he brings his own cup to his mouth. 

A soft frown grows over his face as he points a finger at you, his mouth still full. “So, next time,” he starts, having barely finished swallowing his sip. “Bigger ring, better speech, delivery?” he asks teasingly, testing the waters. 

You huff out a small, genuine laugh, relieved he’s taking it lightly, and an easy smile grows over his face when he sees yours.

You lean in against the counter, onto your forearms, humming in reflection. 

“Ring is perfect. Speech, delivery… I’d say save your talent in smoothness for our vows” you grin.

“Okay,” he chuckles, “So we're really getting married at some point” he grins, sliding his hand into yours.

“At some point,” you shrug playfully, gently squeezing his hand. “It just has to be the right time” you nod, more serious now.

“The right time…” he hums pensively, nodding slowly.

—

It starts rather innocently, at first, before it becomes a silly little game to him. 

The tension regarding the proposal has gradually eased between the both of you, and you have managed to find your regular dynamic again, not needing to sleep on opposite edges of your shared bed anymore.

It happens for the first time two weeks after the proposal, while you are getting ready to go to work; you’re almost done brushing your teeth, Santiago standing by your side doing the same, when he asks, out of the blue, “Would this be the right time?”

You frown at his reflection in the mirror, unsure what he means, leaning above the sink to spit out your foaming toothpaste. 

“What?” you ask, turning to him – his toothbrush is hanging from his mouth, his hand holding an open ring box. You freeze, once again, the same way you did the first time. 

“Marry me?” he asks, the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth moving as he speaks, his toothpaste-full mouth making the question almost unintelligible. You would think he’s being serious if he didn’t go back to brushing his teeth with his free hand as soon as he asked the question, and if he didn’t immediately follow into breaking into a laugh, rushing to empty his mouth full of toothpaste in the sink. 

“Very funny,” you sigh, your heart still thumping inside your chest as you watch him rinse his mouth.

“Oh you should have seen your face, babe” he chuckles facing you again, a playful grin plastered over his face. 

“Too bad you will never know my answer to the question,” you tease. He huffs out a laugh, wiping away the bit of dry toothpaste in the corner of your mouth before he kisses you. 

The next time it happens is more spontaneous, less staged on his part and more subtle – though still somewhat gently pushy. 

You’re trying to assemble a shelf, reading over and over again the instruction manual that might as well be written in another language; Santiago’s sighing as he checks every side and angle of the half built piece of furniture, trying to figure out where it went wrong, when he confidently affirms, “If we can get through this, I think we can go through marriage.”

And from there, it goes on, and on. 

It's little jokes about it thrown randomly through the weeks, making you playfully hit his chest with the back of your hand.

It's him getting on one knee, looking up at you with soft eyes, before he eventually just ends up tying his shoe.

It's him opening the ring box at the most random situations.

It all gets so frequent you don’t even get surprised when he kneels to grab something from the shelf when you're out for groceries, then shifting to one knee and dramatically pulling the ring box out of his jacket to present it to you.

“Santi, c’mon, your knees!” you urge him up, offering your hand for help, giggling like a teenager as you look around making sure no one actually thinks he's serious. He laughs and gets up, putting the item he was originally grabbing in the cart. “Are you really carrying that ring everywhere with you?” you scold him, pulling on his arm as you cling to him.

He shrugs. “You never know when it might happen,” he grins playfully.

He's not, in the slightest, kidding. He even does it in the middle of sex once.

He's under you, his grip hot and firm over your hips as you roll against his lap, small gasps leaving your lips swollen from kissing; he pulls your upper body down to his, silencing your desperate moans by licking into your mouth as he fucks up into you, one hand pressed against your back, the other gripping your side. 

His hand comes to rest at your neck once he pulls away. “If this doesn’t make you wanna marry me, I don’t know what will” he breathes out, reaching to his bedside table to grab the small box resting there.

You grip his wrist. “Don’t do that to me. You know I’d say yes to anything right now” you whine, drawing a huffed laugh out of him. “You’re not playing fair”

He laughs into your neck, planting a kiss there.

Spring quickly fades into summer, so it gets more and more frequent for you and Santiago to spend your weekend evenings at the boys’; it is at Will’s place this time, so like each time you’re there, they play poker, and because Benny is a sore loser, he ends up hanging out with you by the firepit, further away from the group. 

“So, are you actually gonna say yes one day?” Benny asks, handing you your glass refill, pulling the empty chair by your side to sit down next to you.

You smile, amused as you take your glass from Benny’s hand. You know the subject is no secret to anyone, but it still manages to make your heart leap inside your chest each time someone mentions it.

“It would require him to actually ask” you say with a tilt of the head before you take a sip of your drink.

Benny hums thoughtfully. 

There’s a silence between you before you can hear a sudden commotion of laughs further away and Frankie’s familiar bragging sneer, breaking the prior focused mood of their poker table. You smile as you watch them, your attention drifting back to Benny when he nudges you with his bottle of beer. “You know, for as long as I’ve known Pope, he’s always had commitment issues.” he nods, a small scoff breaking through. “Could rarely keep a girlfriend long enough for us to see her twice. Hell, you should see how many girls he’s had casual sex with, it’s–” 

“Okay Benny, you don’t have to–” you scoff, holding a hand up to stop him.

“I know, I know, it’s not something you wanna hear” he laughs, shaking his head. 

“What I mean is if the Santiago Garcia I know is asking you to marry him, he means it.” he shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.

“I know,” you mutter casually, like he just said the most banal thing ever when in reality your stomach flutters at Benny’s words and you suddenly feel like a teenager with a crush. 

The night goes on and quiets down until eventually, everyone ends up leaving or going to bed; Will offered his sofa bed for you and Santiago to sleep on, and you both agreed to accept, admitting you were too tired to drive back home. 

“So how many games did you win?” you ask him, sliding underneath the thin cover to press yourself against him. 

He chuckles, extending his arm so you can slot close to him. “Only one” 

“You suck”

He grins at your teasing. “I’ll never be worse than Benny” 

You chuckle, pressing your lips against his stubbled cheek. His hand slides down your back, pulling you even closer against him before he slips it underneath your shirt, his thumb dragging back and forth against your bare skin. 

Your mouths meet when his other hand cups your face, his broad hands roaming onto your sides and back when you fully lie over him, the kiss deepening as his tongue slips into your mouth and you start full on making out; you would be fucked if anyone came by the living room to use the bathroom, but either of you could care less.

“Hm, I could ask you to marry me right now” he hums, barely pulling away from your lips; he’s still so close, so close that you can feel him smile. You chuckle, your hand burying into the short curls at the side of his head. “No, I mean it,” he affirms in a serious whisper, adjusting his position under you. “Look, I’m done joking. Marry me”

You back away, enough to be able to read his expression. 

Something in his eyes tells you he might be serious, this time. “Really?”

He nods. “Yes. Fuck, I don’t even have the ring right now.”

You grin softly, shifting to rest by his side again. “You’re good. You’re really good.” you prop yourself onto your elbow, your other hand resting against his chest. “Because you’ve done it so many times throughout literally months and I’m actually surprised now that you’re asking for real” he smiles at that, his hand resting over yours. 

“You know, I’m still waiting for my answer” he grins. 

You shrug playfully. “Eh, you don’t have any ring, so I don’t know–” you tease, stopping when he rolls over you and presses his mouth to yours. You kiss him back, your hands burying into his hair again. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

He smiles contentedly, his eyes softly roaming over your face.

“I meant it the first time I asked” he admits, pinching his lips into a small smile. You mirror it, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.

“But I get why you said no. And you were right to. But it’s kinda crazy that it’s now happening in Will’s living room” he snorts up a laugh, and you burst out laughing, before you quiet yourself with the palm of your hand against your mouth.

“I know, right? But it could have been at Walmart, so”

He chokes up a laugh, burying his face against your chest. 

“Yeah, it could have been at Walmart.”

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Would love to myself corrupted into a new body lol Some douchebag…maybe some sleazy drug dealer with long hair who always makes demeaning comments, maybe he’s a a rocker or comedian. Or maybe some famous broadway actor turned awful. All womazing assholes and sleazy douchebags. Maybe a preppy. Conservative. Religious or some shit. Awful to women and gays. Long gross hair or short stylish. Chin strap. Smells. Hmmm. Young and dumb…..yeah could you please turn me into an awful straight man?

I’m sorry to say this, but I’m not sure how much I can help you here. It’s not that I can’t transform you like you're asking, I’m just not sure if I should. I don’t doubt that you want to become a straight douchebag, or have any reservations about making you into one in general. I’ve discussed enough douchebag transformations to be comfortable with them, and have even performed a few myself. My problem is that you don’t seem to know what it is you really want. It's one thing to say you want to be a straight douchebag, but when you list a bunch of different types of douchebags and then don’t clarify which one you’d actually like to become, well… It’s hard to know what direction to take this. When someone isn’t specific I usually just go with whatever I think is hot, but to be honest everything you listed is pretty hot, so it's pretty hard to choose. Do I make you into a sleazy, surprisingly muscular and dominant drug dealer who flaunts his ill gotten fortune, or a cool, charming and wild rockstar who constantly sleeps with fans and groupies? Should I transform you into a crude comedian who constantly goes for cheap and bigoted punchlines, or a religious, old money rich boy who's obsessed with his own superiority and good looks? The list of choices goes on and on, and I could come up with even more you didn’t even mention. So, what is someone supposed to do when faced with this many amazing options? Well, one answer is to just pick all of them! So instead of turning you into one straight douchebag, I’ll be turning you into 5 distinct douchebags. It’s… pretty hard to turn someone into multiple people, but I’ll be honest, it’s a challenge I’ve been looking forward to trying. 

The first problem we’re going to have to fix is the souls. I know talking about souls is a little spiritual and technical to be talking about here, but it's actually an important part of magic. Magic cannot create or destroy life, or more accurately, a soul. A soul cannot be destroyed by magic, and a new soul can’t be created by one either. A situation where a new soul is created naturally can happen, and I’m fairly certain it has even happened before on this blog, but creating a new soul, a new person entirely from scratch? That's one of the only things magic can’t really do. So to get around that, we’re going to have to get a little unorthodox and, well, split your soul.

Now I know that sounds bad. If you’ve read the final entry of a certain popular YA novel, then you’re probably wondering if what I’m proposing is going to turn you into a noseless snake man. Rest assured that souls, while incredibly precious, are not as fragile as people think. They’re sort of like livers. You need one, and having a damaged one absolutely sucks, but if with enough time and help, any damage done to one will heal. All we need to do is have my devil friend Nick take a little bit off your soul, put that bit into 4 new bodies, and accelerate the healing process with some magic. It won’t be pleasant, and it will technically involve you allowing a literal devil to toy with your soul since for anyone but a devil it would be literally impossible, but it can be done, and Nick has always enjoyed new experiments. The best part of this one is that all 5 of them will still be you, deep down. You’ll be able to experience what it’s like to be all of them, and even change which one you’re consciously experiencing.

Now that we’ve got all that technical stuff out of the way, we can get into the fun part: the 5 new yous! We’re going to go down the line with what you described, starting with the sleazy douchebag drug dealer. He’s got long, untamed hair, a dull look in his eyes, and some surprisingly big biceps for someone who spends so much time high. Guess the steroids he both takes deals make the little time he actually spends working out all the more effective. He’s the kind of guy who lives by the idea that nothing comes for free, and takes payment in gas, grass or ass. He hates anyone who doesn’t work as hard as he does, or at least as hard as he thinks he does, and isn’t above ranting about all the handouts other people get. He’s a sleazy douche, but one hot enough to girl as much pussy as he wants, if his personality doesn’t send girls running

Your second new self is a bit more fun. Not that being a drug dealer douchebag isn’t fun, but let's face it, everyone wants to be a rockstar. The fame, the fortune, the crowds screaming your name, being a rockstar is every young man's dream, and that's not to mention the afterparties, the tours, and the many, many groupies. Your second self has known what he wants to be since he was young, and has never let anyone tell him otherwise. He’s not used to hearing no, and his cocky attitude is proof of it. He’s always confident, whether he’s rocking out on the stage, fucking a big titted bimbo, or showing off to his legions of fans. He’s also pretty buff, even for a rockstar, so you’re going to have a lot of fun as him

Your third self is also famous, just in a different way. This ones the comedian, and this body is actually asian, not white like you other ones, though you’d never be able to tell from his jokes. With his entitled personality, barrage of racist and homophobic jokes he constantly spews on and off stage, and general narcissism, he’s every bit the entitled American douchebag your other two selves are. The only real difference is that he’s good enough with his timing to attract a fair amount of like minded, usually equally douchey fans who think that because an asian guy is saying it, it can’t be racist. He’s not as successful as your rockstar self, but he’s definitely on his way up, and has been bragging that he’s going to get a netflix deal soon (even though he won’t).

Your fourth and fifth selves actually know each other in their new lives, weirdly enough, since they’re both frat boys. It can be a little disorienting being around someone who's basically another you, but it can also be kind of fun, and you don’t even have to say ‘no homo’ after a handjob, because with him it's basically just masturbation. Of course while they’re both frat boys, they’re actually fairly different. Your fourth self is a more traditional, preppy frat boy. The guy who wear too tight polos, flirts with every sorority girl he can, yells at gay guys about going against the bible while also having as much premarital sex as possible. The one who's going to grow up, get a job at his dads company, and become an even douchier executive. Your fifth self though, is more of a modern day frat boy. He doesn’t wear polos, and in fact almost never wears anything with sleeves. He’s a lot less subtle than number 4, and possibly a bit dumber, but he doesn’t care. He’s a manly stud who gets to fuck hot girls, hang out with his bros, and is certain he can make a on only fans if Football doesn’t work out. Fags may be annoying, but if they wanna pay to watch a video of him calling them pathetic, he’s not going to say no.

So, I’m happy to say that you now have 5 versions of yourself running around, each one a straight, sleazy douchebag. I guess the only question now is which body you’re going to inhabit first.

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on the first day of slutmas, court gave to me...

thigh riding with bucky barnes

It wasn’t like Bucky was a virgin. Back in the 40s, before the war, he’d been a very charming ladies man and had his fair share of girlfriends. But back then, sex was a little more…vanilla. Or at least that was the word he’d learned for it. The 107 year old out of time super soldier was still learning a lot about the modern world, and modern sex. Through the internet, he’d discovered a whole new world of kinks he hadn’t even realized existed.

And also through you.

Which is how he found himself sitting sprawled out on the couch, staring at you in awe, watching you grind your wet pussy on his muscular thigh. His enhanced hearing picked up the lewd sound of your slick folds rubbing against his bare skin, and it made him want to combust. When you’d first asked if you could ride his thigh, Bucky nearly choked on his drink, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He didn’t understand. He was confused about how that could possibly bring you pleasure, but he couldn’t deny you a goddamn thing if he tried. 

But now, as he watched you writhe on his lap, your lips parted and head dipped back, face contorted in pure bliss, he understood the appeal. And he was starting to enjoy it himself. A lot.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

He muttered under his breath. His hands gripped your hips as he guided your movements, like he would if you were riding his cock. He liked that one. He liked it a lot. His steel blue eyes kept flickering between your bouncing breasts and the look of ecstasy on your face, feeling your wetness coating his heated skin as you rubbed your soaked cunt on his thick thigh. 

“It feels that good, baby?”

Bucky asked almost breathlessly, his pupils blown wide open in lust, mesmerized by the sight of you. His cock had been swelling in his briefs and was now achingly hard, creating a huge tent that the thin black fabric did nothing to conceal. But your pleasure was at the forefront of his mind, not his own.

“Yes…James-”

He loved hearing you say his full name. He didn’t know what it was about it, or why he preferred it, but it scratched something in his brain, and it made his cock twitch. He could feel your thighs starting to tremble, your hips moving faster as you bucked with reckless abandon, rhythm growing sloppier as you greedily used his body for your own pleasure. Bucky brought his metal hand up to grab your breast, squeezing gently and using his fingers to rub over your peaked nipple before toying with it. He knew how much you liked the cool contrast of the vibranium on your heated skin, and how the duality of using his flesh and metal fingers to play with your sensitive nipples drove you wild.

Bucky flexed his thigh, which tore a sharp moan from your parted lips, and he licked his own lips as he made you grind harder against him, an invigorated sense of purpose fueling him.

“That’s it baby, use me. C’mon, use me to make yourself come.” He wanted to see you come like this. And then he wanted to learn all the new ways that he could pleasure you, outside of new positions, and that one night with one of his belts. Bucky was a quick learner, and he’d always been a good student. Without knowing it, you’d just awoken something in Bucky with your simple request. Your sex life was about to get a lot more creative.

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[chrisbratt333]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠…….. 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

࣪ °❀⋆.🫐࿔･🦢°‧ 𝜗𝜚

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 ©𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝟑𝟑𝟑. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Author’s Note: hi!! I am so excited to post for this new AU & my new Matt AU is also out now! If you know me I’m a very non angst type of blog bc it makes me all anxious and shit lol so I want to create an AU pure fluff and smut for the non angst babies. I hope you all love these AU’s and please send in request and ask for them!

⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪ Puppy!Matt can be found here!

°❀⋆.🫐࿔･🦢°‧ 𝜗𝜚

Kitten!Chris who loves butt rubs.

He loves to put his full weight on top of you when you two lay down and he’ll subtly notion that he wants you to gently rub and maybe even smack his butt. He will never admit it to anyone but the way he instantly falls asleep is a dead giveaway.

Kitten!Chris whose speciality is whines and whimpers.

Kitten!Chris who clings onto you when cuddling. He sometimes leaves little half moon marks are left on your hips, tits, or ass from holding onto you so tightly.

Kitten!Chris who adores being held.

This is photo of him and Nick from Italy but this is 100% something he does on a daily with you. He loves when you take your nails and rake them up and down his shoulders and into his scalp to give him head scratches.

Kitten!Chris who gets embarrassed when he cums too fast, but he just can’t help himself — not when you look so pretty taking him so deep and so well.

Kitten!Chris who needs reassurance a lot. He needs to know that he’s enough and that you aren’t going anywhere.

Kitten!Chris who almost tears up when he sees you laying on his chest with your hand pressed flat against his chest.

Kitten!Chris who needs constant attention and will pout dramatically if not granted.

Dividers from @bernardsbendystraws 🤍

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[milaswriting]

Update. — 3rd October 2024

Well, helloo. If you're following me and reading this then...you must really hate me for my lack of activity on this blog. I apologise for that. Doing a masters degree really kicks my ass, and leaves me with no time to write. But Golden has never been dead or abandoned, it's very much always at the forefront of my mind.

And, for that pure reason, I know it's a story I haven't been 1,000% happy with so the story is going through some major changes. Probably, the first is that it's being rewritten. A (somewhat) new plot written with whole new software—we're making the move to Twine.

My reasoning; I've spent over a year learning the coding which makes me want to rip my hair out. I get to have a lot more ownership over my work, the customisation options are stellar, and you guys will get to read it for free.

The reasons for rewriting has been because I want to fix the cringey writing from when the story's first demo was released. It's mostly from the earlier chapters, but then the thought of plot changes came to me and I wanted to implement those. Realistically, the majority of what's being rewritten is what I had planned for book two—so I'm just bringing that forward. I'll update the synopsis closer to the release of this rewrite.

The changes (which can be subject to change): I'm getting rid of the university idea (though you can still choose careers that are related to those degrees from the options that'll be given) (e.g., if you liked the nursing student option, then your MC can work as a nurse). I'm thinking that the MC will already know about the supernatural world to some extent—there'll still be a lot of suspense and mystery and things to unravel, that was always going to remain. And, in this rewrite, my thought is that the MC and the gang will be working at a multi-agency organisation — called The Everbrook — where the aim is to bridge the gap between humans and supernaturals. To make the world run smoothly, so to speak.

The ROs are the exact same! No changes to that—the only change is that them and the mc will somewhat know of each other already. The genre is the same. MC is still as they are, a Lehsian socialite with a pretty (yet peculiar) birthmark. The parents will have much, much less of a role, but they'll still be mentioned here and there.

This seems like a load of word vomit, but I feel like these changes will improve the story. I'm hoping that it'll make MC less of a spare part in the story, allowing them to have more autonomy in the supernatural universe, especially with their enhanced skillset.

I've done the customisation in terms of the UI layout for Twine already, and it should be mobile friendly too. With that done, I've started writing and I'm a few thousand words in. A lot of what I've written in the ChoiceScript version can still be used, but also getting back into writing a story from scratch is something I'm looking forward to.

I feel like this is a bittersweet thing because yay to a new and better story, but also the time it's going to take to get it out. I'll debate whether to release the whole ten chapters, or do a few chapters at a time, like splitting it up into chunks (releasing three chapters now, and three chapters later on).

Another reason as to why I've taken so long to mention this, other than learning code and the rewrite, is just the whole process of this being a little nerve-wracking. The whole thought of a rewrite of something I've put so much effort into is scary, but it'll be worth it.

I'll accept any questions you've got, and I'll create an FAQ regarding all of this too. But, most importantly, you're in the loop of how this is progressing. I really appreciate everyone's kind words about this story: loving the ros, re-reading it, still sticking by my writing—it means a lot. So, thank you and I hope the future of this story is what you want and more.

PLANS.

Finish introductory scenes.

Finish chapter one.

WORD COUNT.

2.2k (rewrite)

[vampkittyxoxo]

HII i love your blog, i was hoping i could request draco x reader hcs (how he'd be as a bf and nsfw hcs because hes so hot im sorry) thanks!! 💕

Thank you!! Hehe I agree, Draco is like the hottest brawler (besides the loml Gray)

Gender wasn't specified, so neutral pronouns were used + varied headcanons dependent on gender

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Draco x reader - Romantic + NSFW headcanons

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Romantic

~ Although I already made a post about this, I'll add some new ones :)

~ Draco loves having nights where you two just sit in bed, turn on some music (even if it isn't his style... he will begrudgingly listen), and talk and laugh about the silliest things. Quality time!

~ He likes seeing you wear his performance outfit. He gets so flustered!

~ Draco probably loves playing games intended for kids on Roblox with you and gets sad when you don't want to play them. Like, what do you mean you don't want to play [NEW UPDATE!] SUPER SNAKE CLICKER [40M VISITS] ???

~ He bugs you nonstop to get you to try to play his guitar. If you don't know how to play, he'll teach you (as best as he can...), and if you do, Draco will be competitive about it-- always trying to one-up you and make himself seem like the better player (even if he isn't).

~ Draco loves scaring you at any opportunity he gets. Bonus points if you're a very jumpy person.

~ If you have stuffed animals, he will create backstories for all of them, give them names and personalities, all just to play with them for five minutes.

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NSFW

~ He's not very good at foreplay... Since he's so easy to turn on, he thinks it won't take much to get you going either. And if that's true, then he really is in luck. But otherwise, you may have to guide him and tell him to slow it down.

~ Draco is amazing at giving head, boy or girl. Just be careful, his canines are a little sharp. He adores feeling you squirm beneath him while he holds onto your legs.

~ He lovesss it when you give him head. He literally melts at the sight of you going down on him, even to the point he may let a whimper escape...

~ Draco just loves it when you call him 'Master'... I mean, he is the master of the dragons and whatnot. Call him that while he's going down on you and he'll have to resist every urge to fuck you right then and there.

~ He can get pretty rough, and if you’re into that he will make it amazing. If not, he’ll do everything to make sure you’re comfy.

~ As far as kinks go, I’d imagine stuff such as choking, knife play, perhaps some s/m as well (he likes receiving pain more than giving, like you scratching him, but also enjoys giving if that’s your thing).

~ He is primarily a top/dominant, but admittedly loves it when he’s submissive. Even if your fem-aligned, he has plenty of money to get a strap on.

~ Draco has a pretty decent stamina from jerking off every day as a teen. Around 15 minutes usually, but can go up to an hour before he’s crying and begging to finally finish.

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First actual post in a while! So sorry, life has been lifing… lots of college prep and a terrible situationship… at least I have brawl stars