WE NEED DAD!NETEYAM IN THE ARCHER, IT IS A NEED, BIG BIG NEED PLS TELL ME YOU'RE DOING IT PLS PLS PLS SEE HIM BE ALL AMAZING AND LOVING WITH HIS OWN KIDS OMFGGGG I WILL DIE
BESTIE there's no way i'm leaving you or myself without dad!neteyam. i need it just as much as you, promise!!
there's still so much to explore in the cardigan series, i could honestly write another mini novel in the future ngl, but dad!neteyam is definitely coming x
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thinking about an estranged childhood friends to lovers story with gojo……
you’re a rowdy kid. during one of your adventures, you end up at the gojo estate; sneaking your way into a vast, beautiful garden, pretty pink roses as far as the eye can see. little gojo is crouched down, watching tiny sprouts grow, and you’re too captivated to look away. bright snowy hair, striking blue eyes, all dolled up in a fancy yukata. he turns to meet your gaze — and all you give him is a sheepish laugh, before strolling over to introduce yourself. he doesn’t seem to mind the company, so you keep coming over to play with him. you bring cool rocks, pretty cicadas you caught, a dusty gameboy. he listens to you speak. he watches the way you move, wave your hands when you’re excited. he grows so, so fond of you.
one day, you stop coming by to see him — and he doesn’t need confirmation to know that one of the maids must have chased you off.
twenty years later, you meet him again, in a crowded little café. he calls out for you by name and you have no idea who you’re looking at. a tall, handsome, cheery man… wearing a blindfold? and shooting you a charming grin. you have no idea who he is, but he remembers you. he remembers you a lot more than he should. he chides you for forgetting your very best friend, but there’s nothing but humour in his voice. you watch as he speaks, as he moves, as he taps his feet under the table after insisting you order something — his treat. you still don’t remember him.
but you’re captivated, all the same.
(from underneath his blindfold, gojo watches you smile. he thinks to himself that some things must truly never change; because he still feels that familiar swarm of butterflies, with every move you make.)
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I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him
Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao
It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.
It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.
"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.
"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.
You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.
You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.
It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.
You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.
"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.
"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.
"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.
"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.
"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.
He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."
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As a queer person, I’m appalled by the flags at Louis’ shows. No, I wouldn’t care if someone, for some reason, brought a flag just for them because it was, for some reason, one of the only places they felt safe to do so. But when there is a sea of tiny pride flags at every single show, that’s not the case. That’s not the case for all those fans. Those flags are being brought “for him,” to “show support for him.” “Support” he hasn’t asked for. “Support” he’s not showing any sign of appreciating or accepting on a personal level. And “support” that implies that whole sea of people reject his child and girlfriend’s existence. It makes me sad for him. And it makes me embarrassed for the queer “fans” that use him to project their fantasies, instead of actually appreciating him as an artist. And it enrages me to see these so-called fans bragging about it online. Bragging about denying Louis’ right to tell us his own identity. Bragging about thinking his entire existence is a lie. Bragging about blatantly disrespecting him every chance they get. The flags do not make me, a queer person, feel more comfortable and accepted at his shows. They make me feel like I’m in a room full of people that do NOT respect peoples’ rights to claim their own identities without judgment.
As a queer person, I have a very different opinion than you.
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