#super camel toe

[antiquarianfics]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Jealousy is a green-eyed monster, or so they say. You’d argue that jealousy is actually a blue-eyed, one-armed, super soldier.

A/N: 1989 (Taylor’s Version) announcement led to this. You’re welcome! Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendo. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

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“Boys only want love if it’s torture.” —Taylor Swift

You are incredibly aware of Bucky Barnes’ infatuation with you. You aren’t blind to his gaze; you aren’t deaf to his words. Bucky Barnes is in love with you—and he refuses to admit it.

You are also incredibly aware of Bucky Barnes’ tendency to distance himself from good things. He is a man who believes he deserves the worst; he is a man who does not believe he is worth loving. Bucky Barnes will accept hate all day, every day. He won’t accept love.

So, clearly, he will not act on his feelings unless it’s absolute torture. Right?

This idea you latched onto days before is what got you into your current situation: flirting obnoxiously with John Walker and letting the man put his hands all over you.

“If this isn’t torture for him,” you think, “it’s at least torture for me.”

You chance a glance at Bucky across the room. He is clearly displeased with the development between Walker and yourself.

Ever since Walker was introduced to Sam, Bucky, and yourself, you were all off put by his overconfident, entitled behavior. You all agree he does not deserve to carry Steve’s shield—he does not deserve to be called Captain America. So, flirting with Walker, you know, is absolutely a sure way to get under Bucky’s skin.

You weren’t quite prepared for how uncomfortable it is making you, however.

“So, what do you say, sexy? Want to celebrate when we win this fight?” Walker flashes you what he clearly thinks is a charming smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bucky tense; his enhanced hearing picking up Walker’s innuendo. You take it to mean your plan is working.

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“For the love of god, Barnes, just go tell her how you feel. It’s the quickest way to get her to stop talking to him!” Sam berates Bucky. Frankly, he’s sick of this will-they-won’t-they game you and Bucky are playing.

“No,” Bucky says simply, clenching his jaw and causing Same to groan.

“Why the hell not?”

Bucky doesn’t respond.

“She’s trying to make you jealous. You know that, right? She is intentionally torturing you so that you’ll man the fuck up and make a move.”

Bucky glares at Sam.

“That’s not what she’s doing.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sam challenges. “You think she looks happy to have Walker touching her and making suggestive comments?”

Bucky purses his lips and turns to stare at you again. He is keenly aware that you tense up every time Walker touches you and that you clench your jaw whenever he insinuates anything.

“Because I don’t think she’d be glancing over here to see your reaction if she was actually interested Walker over there.”

Bucky shoots Sam another annoyed look before returning his gaze to you. That’s when he makes eye contact with you.

You raise an eyebrow. He keeps his face stoic. You smirk. He scrunches his eyebrows. You keep a watchful eye on him while you stand on your tip toes to reach Walker’s ear, whispering something unintelligible to Bucky.

Walker’s eyebrows shoot up before looking at you with shocked, yet excited, eyes.

“Damn. Yeah. I, uh, I’ve got a good 20 minutes before I have to head out. We can go to my car?”

Bucky’s neck turns red as anger creeps through his body when he catches Walker’s words. It’s the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak.

Boys only want love if it’s torture.

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You inwardly cheer when you see Bucky start towards you with a furious look on his face.

You back away from Walker, pretending to mull over his proposition as you let Bucky reach you.

Bucky shoves Walker out of the way and plants himself directly in front of you. His hands reach to your face, holding either side so gently—a direct contrast to the aggressive demeanor he carried on his trek to you. He leans in and kisses you passionately.

Bucky’s lips on yours is everything you hoped it would be: euphoric. His lips feel pillowy against yours, albeit slightly chapped. The force of his lips connecting with yours is gentle enough not to hurt you but aggressive enough to tell you he wants you. His teeth gently pulling your bottom lip between his makes you weak in the knees, and you can’t help but gasp.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

Your arms quickly snake around his neck, eyes fluttering shut. You let him keep control of the kiss—you’d tortured him enough—and only pull away when you desperately need to breathe.

As your lips disconnect, he rests his forehead against your own, but he stays silent.

“Well, hey there, Sarge,” you tease. “That was quite the hello.”

Bucky scoffs.

“Don’t be coy, Doll. I know what you were doing.”

“What was I doing?”

“You know.”

“I don’t. You should tell me.”

“You were torturing me.”

“I wasn’t doing anything to you, Bucky. I wasn’t even talking to you!” You allow your tone to remain playful while you deny any scheming that took place.

“You were talking to him,” he says with disgust.

“I can talk to whomever I please,” you point out.

“Not men who want to take what’s mine,” Bucky grumbles before connecting your lips again:

“Yours?”

Bucky nods, “If you want to be.”

“Obviously. Took you long enough. Can’t believe you made me flirt with Walker to get your attention.”

“Shut up.”

[princessbrunette]

peeked at your second acc n stepbro!jj is so the type that you two are watchin a movie while your parents are out of town n he starts rubbin your pussy through your little panties cos he's just 'admiring' - 🍓

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you loved quiet moments with your step-brother, domestic bliss as you pretend the house belongs to just the two of you— parents away for the weekend.

you lean against his warmth on the couch, the two of you watching one of the weird old shitty horror movies with terrible CGI about cannibals that he’s always making references to. he continually talks throughout the viewing, pointing to this screen, but your eyes fall on his bracelets and you bring his hand back down to where it rested on your stomach, playing with them.

“intestines should not look like that dude.” he speaks to the tv absentmindedly and you wrinkle your nose, not too interested in the movie.

“how’d you know?” you ask quietly.

“uh, seen some weird shit on reddit.” he blinks, doing a double take when your baggy sleep shirt rides up, now revealing the pair of cotton panties that had been hiding beneath. you feel him looking at you turn your head innocently to smile at him, before swivelling back to between your legs.

“oh, these are new. aren’t they cute?” you chirp softly and his hand hovers in the air for a moment before sliding hesitantly downwards.

“yea—” he clears his throat trying to sound casual despite his heartrate picking up and the obsession kicking in. he did not care about the movie anymore. “yeah. real — uh, real cute, sweetie. what, s’that a bow?” he uses his curiosity as an excuse to pluck at the ribbon at the top of the panties, his grip on it tugging the material up to wedge between your folds, creating a clear camel toe.

you bite your lip shyly in acknowledgment and his eyes flutter, dick stiffening in his shorts. he glances at you, licking over his lips— and he decides it’s going down tonight, he’s refrained for too long. “bet they’re like… super soft too, right?” he slides his fingers gently over the length of the panties, over where your clit lays and across the folds. your legs fall open and a shaky breath leaves you, but he’s having too much fun pretending he’s admiring the garment to stop.

“how much were these? look pretty good quality to me like… this is that fancy shit huh?” his finger teases along the waistband and you try and gather your thoughts, already feeling a wet patch starting to form where your hole is. as if he senses this, his middle finger starts to creep towards it.

“uh— don’t— don’t remember, was on sale. maybe like 20 dollars.” you shudder and he nods, feigning interest.

“damn, still a little pricey in my broke ass opinion… but i guess this crown jewel deserves only the best…” his thumb slides over your covered clit in reference and you pant, holding back a mewl as he digs his middle finger into your wet patch, stuffing the material into your hole slightly. you brave turning your head to look at him, gazing up at him with doe-like, blown out pupils.

“jayj… are you really that interested in my underwear?” there’s a tinge of innocence to your voice, like you truly believe there might be a chance he’s not messing with you. he huffs a chuckle out his nose as he smirks down at you.

“nah… you caught me…” his hand slides upwards, before his fingertips breach the waistband and he starts to push his hand inside the fabric. “guess i kind of just wanted an excuse t’play with this pretty pussy…” his fingers freeze above your clit, and he brings his mouth down to your ear. “you wont tell on me, right sugar?”

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[moondirti]

I just know, in my heart of hearts, that those men can bench press a bull but have zeeeeero flexibility/mobility because they don't train it. Pigeon pose? Can barely get their elbows on the floor. Half splits? More like quarter splits. Camel pose? They have already given up.

Cue: yogi/dancer reader, determined to get them to take care of their bodies by teaching the powers of Stretching Properly. And maybe also showing off a little bit...

yoga! reader is brought on to teach the boys how to manage stress through wellness exercises. they’re just so used to the rough and tumble, the physical demands that beat them to a pulp, that it’s almost a necessity at this point. like yeah, they’re complete units, but that doesn’t account for shit when their backs ache so bad in their 30’s and their knees pop every time they crouch – not to mention, how high their blood pressure is from all the exertion.

you’re the top instructor in the region, vetted by laswell and sent to base twice a week to host 90-minute ashtanga classes. which is a form of yoga that doubles as an excellent introduction into flexibility and posturing, or so you tell the begrudging men upon meeting them

though i can't stop picturing what type of student each of them would be–

gaz is a teachers pet, without a doubt. not lacking the reservations the others hold, but willing to try once he sees you bend over in a pair of skin-tight leggings the first time. brings you water and snack bars without having to ask. is the first to arrive to your sessions, even earlier than you do sometimes, and rolls his mat out right behind yours (which he claims is the best spot to get a sense of what you're doing – uncontested, seeing as he mimics you perfectly every time – but it's really because it has the best view of your ass). starts practicing alone in his room so he can impress you with a super cool pose that he totally didn't get off the internet, and ends up spraining his wrist because said pose actually isn't meant for rookies like him! pouts when you scold him the next day – there's a reason i didn't teach it, garrick – and spends the rest of the month sulking after you demote him to simple stretches.

soap doesn't try to hide his intentions. he's outwardly flirty in every capacity imaginable. the logic is, if he's being forced to come here, why pretend he's interested in anything other than the pretty thing teaching him? will pull up in the sluttiest shorts imaginable – i'm talking the tightest hoochie daddy pair in his closet – and a white undershirt, every muscle flexed to its limits. flashes you a big smile when you roll your eyes at his appearance and asks if you'd like to touch them. nae many men are built lik' me, bonnie. might nae git this chance again. definitely pretends to struggle to beckon your attention, despite being the most flexible of the 141. throws a fuss every time you instruct them to take a pyramid pose, complains until you personally position him. huffs and groans as your hands pull his legs the correct distance apart, taking note of the flustered furrow of your brow so when he approaches you after class, he has something to build his advances off of.

price pretends he's far above this whole affair, even though he's the one who needs it the most. will chuckle condescendingly when you ask why he's just sitting to the side, a cigar in hand as he 'supervises' the activities. don' get me wrong, lovie. s'sweet how dedicated you are. but i'm not subscribing to none of this... mm, business. you think it's a masculinity thing – older men are usually more averse to embracing yoga, seeing as it's a female-dominated exercise and they were raised in households that barred that sort of thing. in reality, price is just hesitant to make a fool of himself in front of his men. his joints creak when he moves and he can't touch his toes without toppling over, never mind contorting into intricate poses. the misunderstanding sets off more than one disagreement, and after a particularly rough day – wherein the two of you hashed it out in front of everybody – he starts to feel a tiny bit guilty. you're trying so hard, after all, driving out all this way to help some poor sods get over their physical impediments. so he opts to catch you on your way out to the parking lot, confessing the real reason why his participation is lacking before inviting you to his office for a private session.

ghost doesn't show up. no, seriously. you never see him, though you're aware of his absence; your attendance lists four soldiers, after all. you give him the benefit of the doubt for three weeks before reporting to laswell of his failure to meet expectations – only to be accosted by a big man in a skull balaclava on your way out. if y'wanted to me to watch you bend over so badly, pet, all you had ta do was ask.

[aespabangedup]

WINTER'S ONLY FAN:

Warning: Pure Smut. Don't ask for any morality. (No reblog, repost or anything that may invade writer's rights is allowed)

Update: This is one of the planned upload, not the prized three upload I promised before. [Still hoping people will delete past reblogs, even if it's a little tedious to do. Or else maybe I will stop after the planned uploads are finished]

Winter have her only fan schedule today, no that only fan isn't you. Rather...

Winter sitting in front of her webcam as per schedule. Two macho fans have been invited and sitting on both side of her, wearing masks. It's her Only Fan streaming day. Due to busy schedule she can't stream a lot but when she does, she attracts millions of fans waiting to see her idol pussy on full glorious display. Well, other three have Only Fan too so don't worry about seeing their pussy later on.

Today is a little special as they have just come back with a successful album and she wants to make things even more juicer. So she have picked two lucky fans from a huge paid lottery pool (earned a fortune in the process) to fuck her in a ranchy threesome.

She is wearing a skimpy top and hot safety short. Her aroused nipples are poking out from her relatively flat boobs. She sat down spreading her legs so all can have a better view of her camel toe crotch, wore no panty as she will go naked soon.

Without any introduction she started her job like the professional whore she is. She have given her fans full authority over her body and let them lead the night.

A pure slutty expression in her face as she is kissing and getting kissed by both man in her face, lips and neck while they are both caressing her body, boobs, nipples and pressing her clit and ass hole over the pant. She is moaning a little. She have already pulled out their dick and giving a hand job with both hand, playing like a joystick.

Soon the impatient fans tear down her top and short uncovering her pinky pussy and pointy nipple boobs. They have started to suck her tiny babies while their hands are super busy fingering both her holes down there, stretching and preparing her for fucking. They are also making her suck their finger to give her a taste of her own holes.

She start moaning as the men are fully focusing on her pussy fingering now. With two hand's double penetration, soon she start to shake uncontrollably, burst out cumming with a loud scream. She have completely drenched their hands and the floor in front of her.

This is just beginning as the men decided to not wait anymore. So they put her on all four and each took one of her hole, burying their hard cock in her pussy and deep in throat. The doll like idol is now literally getting used like those expensive realistic lifesize fuck doll, giving her fans imaginable pleasure.

The one inside her pussy is groaning loudly as her pussy is biting on his cock, while she herself is groaning from the cock in her mouth as it bulbous head chocking her, hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. But she loves this feeling of getting throughly abused cause she is a whore.

Now the men is just pulling and pushing her in unison as her moving body is fucking itself on their dicks instead of them pounding her. Just like a fleshlight, back and forth back and forth. Her pussy juice leaking and saliva drolling out as the men fapping with their fleshlight faster and faster. Weird arousing sound from her holes are like music for horny fans.

Soon the man inside her mouthpussie grabbed her head and started to fuck her harder deep throat. Seeing him the man behind grabbed her hourglass hip as handle and started to pound her wet tight pussy. Mmmph smack mmm smack mmhhp smack

Her muffled moaning and man's crotch hitting her ass sound filing the room. Suddenly the man inside her pussy stopped, he is cumming inside filling her small pussy with cum. Winter arched her back as she started to cum herself from the hot sensation inside her baby hole. Seeing them both cumming the man inside her mouth let go his weeks of saved cum direct in her food pipe making her choke. What an erotic chain of fucking reaction!

They pull out and Winter collapse on the bed, chest heaving. Cum in the corner of her lips and leaking out of her pussy. They move the camera and shows her throughly fucked holes before continue their love making.

Without giving her any chance to rest, the men change position and put Winter on her back. Now they enter her again, but now we can see her pinky hole, lewd deepthroating face and her yummy tummy bulged with the men's cock.

Her hourglss slim waist and tight tummy was bulging with every thrust, visible in the recording of cam. Her throat too is bulging as the man going as deep in her mouth possible. They are fucking her intensely cause they don't want to have any regret later on for not fucking her throughly. She is having a hard time to catch her breath but her wellbeing is not their problem right now.

They changed the position again without cumming this time. Now one cock in her pussy and another cock just entered her ass. Her ass is so tight that the man thought it will break his manhood by half! With a loud cursing the man shoved his entire length in her ass, making her cry loudly while her scream is muffled from the choking cock.

She is now getting manhandled on two cocks, literally getting bounced as they are fucking her standing. They are just dropping her on their upward spear. The constant impaling of her womanhood by their manhood with tremendous force wash away any sense of wellbeing she had. Her face got disfigured from a overwhelming amount of lust, making her face lwed like those hentai whores.

She is cumming pretty quickly now, while making meaningless sound that are coming from her cummed mouthpussy. The men's legs and dicks are dripping as she keep squirting her juice all over the places.

The men ain't stoping, the one in her ass now holding her in full Nelson hands around her thigh giving them better access to her holes. Now they are pounding her upward while she is orgasming nonstop making her body quiver form immeasurable pleasure and sensory load. She is blabbering nonsense, hard to wonder that same mouth is of a singer's.

The night is young, they are only going to go faster and faster and Winter got no escape from getting pleasured in all her holes for entire night. She is now a ego less fucktoy and she simply loves it.

After few final thrust the men cum deep inside her holes. Then they literally throw her on her bed and get on top of her to fuck her mercilessly for the rest of the night....

That's how they started the whole night sex and the stream only end at next morning. Winter is nothing but a oversensetive puddle now, eyes half open as the pounding have ended. They showed her creampied gapped red asshole, darkened fluffy pussy, protruding clit and slutty expression on her face before ending the stream.

A smile of pleasure was seen on Winter's face just before the end of streaming! After all, her pent up stress got washed away with her waves of cum, pleasure and lust. She definitely made her family proud with such pornstar level performance, what a messy dripping cunt their cute idol daughter has become!

[eaturheartout2021]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons

Warnings: adult language

Sfw

He definitely loves watching sunrises even if he doesn’t want to admit it

Loves Rom-Coms, especially Love Actually (I’ll die on that hill)

Has to sleep with a fan on even in winter time. If the electricity for whatever reason goes off and the fan stops he immediately wakes up and is PiSsEd

Is a huge dog person and would love to have one but his job prevents him from getting one because he’s gone from home so much

Loves ramen and could eat it until he could burst, especially the beef flavor.

Super self conscious about his appearance and will only show you his face if he truly trusts you.

Loves to play with your hair until you fall asleep and even then he doesn’t stop. Will brush his fingers through your soft hair, just feeling the realness of you, watching you peacefully sleep in his arms.

Will melt if you massage his lower back. That spot stays so tense and if you dig your fingers just ever so gently, he just turns into putty in your grasp.

Is an actual god at Mario cart. Rainbow road? Yeah, Childs play. 1st place every time. His character? King Boo, who else?

Not a huge fan of PDA but when the two of you are alone expect to be in a dog pile of cuddles and blankets with him. That man will rut into your neck and just breath in your smell for as long as you let him. It’s heaven for him.

Loves a warm towel to wrap up in after a shower. Especially if he’s just gotten home after a long deployment.

Prefers Autumn over any other season only because it’s the most bearable season and it’s not blistering hot or freezing cold.

When he does manage to get some sleep, he snores. Loud enough to shake the walls off a house.

Falls asleep on the couch and when questioned will blatantly deny ever falling asleep. The dad nap, if you will.

Physically has to restrain himself from holding you in bed with him all day, that man will hold you hostage just to get you all to himself for a crumb of a cuddle. Work be damned. Call in sick if you have too, you’re not going in today.

Scary dog privileges when out in public because he’s a 6”4 giant with a glare that can cut through 10 inch titanium. No one dares to try you because they’d make it 4 feet and die.

If you’ve had a hard day at work and you come home looking drained and exhausted, he’ll wordlessly undress you, carry you to the bathroom, draw you a hot bath and wash you. Head to toe. Then leave you to soak away the day. Once out, he’ll wrap you in a fresh towel and carry you to bed and give your feet and thorough rub.

If you have a tummy, that man loves it. If you doubt yourself and stare too long in the mirror, he’s behind you, wrapping his arms around you gently caressing your stomach, rubbing it lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, I just love every inch of you. Don’t you see it. Especially this.” He hugs your middle a little tighter and gives your neck a sweet and tender kiss meeting your watery eyed gaze in the reflection.

If he’s having a particularly bad day and needs to be alone with his thoughts, he’ll leave little notes on your fridge letting you know where he’s went and that he’ll be back eventually.

If you ever get into an argument and Ghost raises his voice, he’ll automatically shut down, for days. He’ll beat himself up until he can’t even forgive himself even after you’ve voiced your forgiveness a million times over. Especially if he made you cry. That’ll be the straw that broke the camel’s back for him.

He’ll probably book a motel room and stay for a few days just so he can try and clear his head and try to figure out how to make things right by you.

He’ll eventually return with your favorite ice cream, your favorite chocolate, and some obnoxious horror movie he’d never catch himself watching, but he would for you. Anything for you.

NSFW

The first time you had done anything with him, it wasn’t anything like you had dreamt it would be. It was loving, affectionate.

He’s definitely a power bottom.

Absolutely goes feral to see you on top while he pounds into from below while you try to hold yourself from falling onto him, hands clutching his broad muscular shoulders.

He’s not very vocal aside from grunts and groans but when he starts to talk, oh man, it’s like the flood gates have opened. “So good for me, pretty.” “Taking me so deep, s’like you were made for me.” “You’re ruining me love, fuck!”

Loses his mind when you randomly give him head. When he comes home after a long deployment, he’ll be tense and worked up. He’ll come home to the lights off, thinking you’ll be asleep but finds you in the most revealing set of lace lingerie.

Ghost.exe has stopped working.

You’ll saunter over to him, and just take him to the bed, and he’ll just willingly let you man handle him as you strip him of his clothes and give him the most heated bedroom eyes.

That man will have a hard on for DAYS

He’ll cup your face, and hold back your hair as you go down on him, while you tell him you want to take care of him for a change and in that moment he knows that he would do anything for you.

This man is obsessed with your breasts. When you’re riding him, he’s always got his face buried between them, sucking horrendous amounts of hickeys on every inch of exposed skin.

Even outside the bedroom, you’re constantly fighting him off you because he just wants to play with your breasts. #simonrileyisaboobman

You accidentally called him “sir” once and he has since developed a kink for it. He now has you call him that in bed when he’s feeling “extra” dominant, which is always.

You tried bondage once and you were super into it, but he was so concerned about giving you rope burn that it was all he could think about and he couldn’t focus. So you tied him up.

That man ate. it. up.

He had never been dominated so it was awkward at first but after he got into it, that man’s view’s on things has been changed.

You had tied his hands behind his back, put him on his knees, and made him vulnerable to you (with consent of course, we’re not animals)  and this had made him so unbelievably horny.

Shower sex. Can and will pin you to the shower wall like it’s nothing and rearrange your insides.

He loves to use toys on you, especially as foreplay. He can drag it out for ages by stopping you right before you’re about to come and then start again a few minutes later only to repeat until you’re begging him, legs shaking, to let you finish.

He takes the toys away, grabs your face and says “the only time you finish is going to be on my cock, now get up ‘ere sweetheart if you want to come so bad and take it.”

[imeverywoman420]

imagine if you went into a womens clothes store and instead of tiny crop tops and gigantic blazers and extremely polarizing color choices and high waisted mini skirts. You just saw normal clothes. You didnt have to search thru piles of cheese cloth textured t shirts with Tacos and avocados printed on them to find a plain cotton t shirt. Imagine if u went dress shopping and instead of the most garish looking asymmetrical BS with gemstones you could find nice solid colored wrap dresses

seriously tho why is it so hard to find normal clothes. I dont want neon orange. I dont want bella hadid type tactical crop tops. Or little house on the praire dresses. I would like regular normal jeans not super high waisted bootcut butt enhancing camel toe giving denim-esque rayon pants.

[everybody-loves-purdy]

I am one of those Wrenflight haters, but I don't have Wrenflight, I actually had a soft spot for her before she even became relevant, but I hate the fact that the Erins choose to make yet another female character have such a hopeless crush on a miserable male protagonist.

I fear that the only personality that Wrenflight will ever get is "giddy girl with a crush" which is barely anything and it feels like a cop-out. Rootspring gets to move on and have his government mandated kits with the most irelevant woman he can find while Bristlefrost is still mega dead.

the concept of WrenRoot is cute, don't get me wrong, but in a series where the male characters constantly get to move on and get new (very boring) wives and children while the female characters die or are just forgotten it just feels very aggravating and unfair. Bristlefrost's death was already toeing the line with the female fridging issues of this series, but Rootspring moving on would be the straw that broke the camel's back for me.

Why can't Rootspring not get a new mate. He can learn to live with the grief, but does he really need a new mate to replace Bristlefrost?

I want Rootspring to have a proper grief act without a Woman Prize at the end, I want Wrenflight to have a personality other than Crush On Man Mourning His Girlfriend and I'd prefer if the authors didn't just randomly conjure romantic feelings out of nowhere all the time, it gets annoying after a while.

Ivypool's Heart will have to do a masterpiece of a job for me to even remotely tolerate this ship. Now it feels undeserved and very random.

That is totally fair, my greatest fear is that Wrenflight will be relegated to just “standard female love interest” it’s honestly one of the worst fates that can befall a warrior cats character, simply because they often cease to be a character. Especially if they then become a mother on top of that. Then they just become “motherly ™” regardless of their previous personality.

I feel like if RootWren happens we won’t really see it until changing skies. And if it does happen then there I hope we see Wrenflight’s personality beyond being in love, because I have a strong feeling that we will not see her again in this super edition.

I am undoubtedly going to be disappointed but I am going to treat myself and allow myself to dare hope that the Erins might do more than the bare minimum with her. I did dare hope for Flutter in Riverstar’s Home to be more than just a bland love interest and look how she turned out to be the most fridged woman in warrior cats history lol.

I mainly like the idea of RootSren because I think Rootspring would be happier to share his life with someone, he comes across as a romantic to me, and Wrenflight seems sweet and energetic and I think they would do well together, from the literal two sentences we’ve had from Wrenflight anyway. I would only want it to happen slowly and when Root feels ready though. I do not want Ivypool’s Heart to end with a cat marriage proposal.

[nei-ning]

About swimming and swim jumps in Olympics...

WHY women ALWAYS have to wear these SUPER TINY and TIGHT swimming suits which goes into their ass crack, revealing their butt cheeks FULLY and from the front JUST BARELY covering their pussy / camel toe?!

WHILE MEN wear these half thigh long "shorts". They are NOT tight to show their dicks and balls, they DON'T go in their ass crack either! Why the hell women are forced to be such sex object in such a way when men are not!?

I DEMAND SPEEDOS, AS TIGHT AND TINY AS POSSIBLE, FOR MEN IN OLYMPICS! Or in any swimming competition, really.

This is SO infuriating AND unfair. Period.

[1800titz]

Yeah like something combining dry humping and clit stimulation. Like this sounds weird but beat me out - like when he pulls on the front of her panties like super camel toe and drags / presses the fabric against her clit and she can’t get away bc the more she moves the more it feels. And/or using a clit sucker toy, dragging the rope across her clit before using it to tie something, holding her so wide open.

OOOOOOOO ANON!!!!!!!!!! Yeah. Yes. I’m a huge clit stimulation girly and I love reading/writing that shit 😣 (can we tell by the trivia inspection blurb fhdjdj) but. YES. Yes to all of this

[lady-pug]

while I'm alone and blue as can be

Chapter III of Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: You’d been feeling tired, even in the Dreaming. You’d wake up even more tired than when you went to bed. Why couldn’t you just stay there? Stay there forever and forget all your problems back home? Maybe if you asked Dream he’d let you stay. That would be nice.

Pairing: Morpheus | Dream of the Endless x Reader

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: allusions to depression and wanting to give up, descriptions of almost drowning (if that’s something you’re uncomfortable with, or you feel could be potentially triggering to you, please feel free to skip this part)

Notes: I really liked writing this part, even though it's kinda dark and heavy. Again, please please, for your own comfort and safety, heed the warnings above.

I’m finally gonna catch a break, so I intend to have the next part out by the end of next week, at the latest by the end of the month (I’m super motivated to keep this promise).

Anyway, I really really hope you, whoever is reading this, enjoys this part of the story, and thank you so much for the lovely feedback this story has received.

(I also just remembered the existence of the word ‘perhaps’ while writing this at 1 am., so thank you sleep deprived brain).

Reader's gender not specified

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The sky was completely dark when you arrived. Clouds were hiding the soft blue hue you had grown accustomed to, only a sliver of moonlight escaping through them. 

How fitting, you thought. 

It had been an awful day. Actually it had been an awful couple of months as of late. Many terrible things had happened to you, too many to count actually. Your financial situation was awful, your job having let you go under the guise of a budget cut. Some people you cared about had walked away from your life; you could agree you hadn’t handled the situation in the best of ways and now you didn’t know how to fix things. And the straw that finally broke the camel’s back was a sudden loss in the family, a relative you were very close with as a kid, and you couldn’t even mourn them properly as you couldn’t afford to travel all the way to your hometown right now.

Your only respite through all of this was this place. This little quaint town in the Dreaming. The café owner was lovely as always, often offering you a cup of coffee (which you always declined, given the fact that you probably couldn’t taste it). The old man at the bar still winked at you when you walked past him. It was strangely calming being here. 

After your encounter with Lucienne and Dream, you now knew where you were. Knowing made you feel safer, comfortable. You even started seeing Mervyn walking around, although he was usually a little bit rude to you. Being here felt cozy, like a breath of fresh air after an incredibly long day. You often longed for the day to end, so you could finally go to bed, fall asleep and come here, leaving all your responsibilities and problems behind for a few hours.

But in the past few days even that hadn’t been enough.

You’d been feeling tired, even here. You’d wake up even more tired than when you went to bed, to the point your eyes started to look slightly sunk in.

Why couldn’t you just stay here? Stay here forever and forget all your problems back home? 

Home.

It didn’t feel like a home. Not anymore. This place felt more like a home than anything else. Maybe if you asked Dream he’d let you stay here. Perhaps Lucienne could help you get a hold of him so you could ask. That would be nice.

With a heavy sigh you decided to take a walk. Long walks usually helped you calm your mind and left you feeling better afterwards. Giving the lady at the café a small nod in passing, her usual beaming face crumpled in a concerned frown, you set off towards the riverbank. Right as you arrived at the edge of the low stone wall that separated the town from the shore below, an idea struck you.

Toeing off your shoes, you carefully, ever so slowly, sat down on the wall, the hard rocks digging into the skin of your thighs over your clothes, and jumped down the small distance onto the sand. It was still warm from where the sun had probably shone onto it. Strangely, in all the months you had been coming here, you’d never caught this place in the daytime. You could bet it was beautiful, maybe just as beautiful as during nighttime. Maybe an afternoon nap was the solution.

As the sand seeped in between your toes, you set off on your track through the shore, the water a short distance away from you, softly lapping at the damp sand. It was a nice feeling, the cool breeze licking your skin as you walked.

You walked. And walked. And walked. Until you stopped. Abruptly coming to a halt on the sand, you paused your walk, noticing something just on the edge of your vision. Turning your head in search of it, you finally noticed what had caught your attention. An old wooden bench sat facing the river, its backrest almost touching the stone wall. Come to think of it, you were actually quite tired, probably having been worn down by your endless walking (or not, as you were already tired when you got here earlier). You slowly walked over to the bench, running a hand over the damp wood, before sitting down.

As you breathed in deeply, you let your weight sink down on the bench. This is nice, you thought, staring at the water ahead of you as your eyes slowly lost focus. Maybe I can stay here from now on. Maybe I can just… exist.

You had no idea how long you sat there, could have been minutes, could have been hours, you weren’t sure. You simply existed in that moment. 

“Hey!” a voice called from your left, one you recognized belonged to Mervyn, but you didn’t really have it in you to see what he wanted right now “What are you doing here?” he asked as he walked closer to where you were sitting.

You only shrugged, as you didn’t have an answer for that.

“Amanda told Matthew who then told me that you looked a little down in the dumps today. So I came to ensure that you weren’t up to no good and causing trouble.” he chuckled at himself, amusement filling his voice as he joked at your expense.

When you didn’t answer yet again, he stepped closer again.

“Are you oka- woah.” he ran up to you, his voice acquiring a worried tune “When did those get there?”

Your eyes followed where his finger was pointing, all the way down to your feet, and that’s when you noticed. Vines- no, roots were wrapped around your ankles, slowly crawling their way up your leg. Only now were you noticing the small pressure on your skin, but it wasn’t painful. It was barely uncomfortable either. If you had to describe it, you’d say it was almost… welcoming.

“Let’s get this off, shall we?” Mervyn smiled awkwardly at you, his smile crooked in concern as he lowered himself to his knees and started trying to remove the roots from you. His gloved fingers tried to rip the roots away from you, but they only kept growing more.

A rumbling sound caught his attention, making him snap his head to look at the water, which he now noticed was rising, and rising fast.

“Uh-oh.” he gulped, jumping to his feet “That’s not supposed to happen.” he mumbled to himself “I’ll go get help, okay? I’ll come back with someone who can help.” he exclaimed as he walked away.

As you watched the water climbing through the shore, slowly coming towards you, one thought crossed your mind.

No one can help.

The roots were already past your knees by the time the water reached you, soaking your bare feet. As the roots held you in place, the water level started rising, covering first your shins, then your bent knees, then your waist. You didn’t have the energy to fight it, nor to try and escape, so you just let the water engulf you. 

The temperature of the water felt nice against your skin as it kept going up, up, up. By the time it hit your chin you weren’t thinking much of anything really, content on just letting go. Once the water was over your nose, you closed your eyes.

Just as the water was about to submerge you fully, you felt something, akin to a giant hand, grab the back of your shirt. The roots, which had been curled tightly around your legs, finally loosened, breaking as you were pulled out of the water and onto the street over the stone wall.

Coughing, you spit out some of the water that had managed to infiltrate your lungs. As you laid on the cobblestone path, you turned your head to stare at your savior, your eyes making contact with the hem of a black overcoat. 

“Why did-” you wheezed as he helped you sit up, your legs dangling from the wall. The water was back in its original place, as if nothing had ever happened, and the bench was gone. “Why did you do that?”

Dream eyed you with disbelief as he sat down next to you. The way he looked at you, as if you were crazy to ever ask such a question, made you feel truly seen for the first time in a long while.

“You didn’t finish your book.” 

That… was not what you were expecting. 

“To be honest you barely even started it.” he smiled the most discreet of grins, like he was teasing you.

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“You need to finish writing your book.”

You deflated.

“I don’t need to.” you shrugged, your wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body “You already have a finished copy in your castle’s library.”

He turned his eyes to stare at the river ahead, avoiding your gaze.

“Perhaps.” it was his turn to shrug “But others don’t.” 

He turned back to look at you, his light eyes so full of warmth as he smiled, actually smiled, at you.

“Go back. Tell your story.” his hand fleetingly brushed against yours “You still have so much ahead of you.”

A warm, tightening feeling started growing in your chest. You had a feeling he wasn’t talking only about the book.

He stood up, dusting himself off, before offering you a hand to pull you up as well, which you promptly accepted. As he was about to snap his fingers, which you knew would send you back, you quickly held onto his opposite wrist.

“Wait!” he paused, his eyes searching your own with barely concealed concern “Will I see you again?”

At your question, he smiled one again, hand sliding up to intertwine his fingers with your yours.

“If you wish.”

He waited until you smiled at him in confirmation, his hand squeezing yours briefly, before he snapped his fingers.

As you sat up in bed, you quickly threw the sheets aside and practically stumbled over to your desk, turning your computer on, inspiration running hot through your veins, and immediately started typing.

[ink-and-dagger]

You’re playing Baldur’s Gate 3 right? If Astrid were Tav (hope that makes sense), what would her class and backstory be? Who would she romance? :3c

I love this question – thank you so much for asking. I haven’t been able to play lately because the game keeps crashing on me sob sob so this has helped fill that BG3 shaped hole my my heart <3

So obviously I had to try and make her in the character creator and thankfully the game stayed stable enough for me to make a base even though it took 5 failed launch attempts

None of the character faces or hairstyles were right, so I just picked the closest and fiddled around a bit on procreate.

I’m going to stick the rest of my ramblings under a read more because I don’t to submit any poor unwitting bugger to that if they’re just trying to scroll their dash in peace

*also potential small BG3 spoilers below so read at your own risk*

If we’re staying super loyal to OG Astrid’s character then she’d be a Bard, simply because she doesn’t really have any combat training and she’s highly adept at wielding her wit and her words. But if I were going to give her a fighting style, I think she’d multi-class as Rogue and Cleric. I can imagine her dual-wielding daggers or short swords, taking out her enemies with a wink and a witty one liner, and also having an affinity for light-based spells and divination.

Her set BG3 background would definitely be Entertainer - “You live to sway and subvert your audience, engaging common crowds and high society alike”. From a narrative perspective I’d say that she grew up in the lower city with her mother, and they didn’t have an awful lot of money. Astrid would be Half-Elf, and her mother a Wood Elf (although for some reason likely derived from snobbery she pretends that she’s a High Elf). Astrid wouldn’t know anything about her father other than he’s human. Years later, when she’s around 16 years old, she learns that her mother up and left with her as a baby and moved to Balder’s Gate to ‘avoid her getting too attached to a mortal parent’. This would be the straw on the camels back for Astrid and she cuts ties and moves out. She gets a serving job at The Blushing Mermaid in exchange for room and board - and gradually becomes a skilled mixologist. It’s also where she would learn any fighting skills, given that it isn’t the most salubrious establishment in the city. Gal’s gotta know how to protect herself after all.

As for who she’d 💜Romance💜 — I’ve pin-balled between several answers because I think there are multiple viable options. Astrid has this wonderful openness about her that means she could potentially forge a connection with a few of the companions…

She’d be very close with Karlach simply because they’re both so similar. They’re both bright and perky, with positive personalities. I think they’d be absolute best buddies and would cause infuriating amounts of trouble together. Sisters from other misters <3

I think she’d grow close to Wyll because of their shared history of Tricky Parents™️. There might even be a spark of attraction between them at the start, but the more they get to know each other, the more they realise that they ultimately aren’t suited to each other in a romantic sense. Wyll needs someone settled and reliable, and Astrid needs someone with an edge that keeps her on her toes.

She’d accept the advances of Lae’zel and Halsin - but these wouldn’t develop beyond casual flings. And she’d definitely have a big whooping fat crush on Raphael (although I don’t think she’d sleep with Haarlep - she’d only be interested in the real-deal devil).

I think she’d have a soft spot for Gale. But I can’t decide whether or not it would develop into something deeper. I think Astrid they’d have good banter and Astrid would absolutely love teasing him. I think she’d offer him a lot of support and advice when it came to Mystra, and she’d be a real source of comfort for him. I can see Gale developing a crush on her, but I think it would be one-sided and he’d eventually move on once he accepts that nothing can come of it.

Ultimately, I think she’d end up fully romancing Astarion surprise surprise. He shares a lot of similarities with Silco’s character that we know Astrid is drawn to - morally grey, tortured soul, sarcastic humour. They’re also both very used to masking their true feelings and avoid getting close to anyone out of a sense of self-protection. I also just think their personalities would mesh together really well, and they’d be best friends as well as lovers. The flirting would be insufferable. They’d definitely end up going down the non-ascended route too <3

[shopwitchvamp]

I have to ask some Hard questions bc I love the look but want to know how functional they are (not to like be Mean but it’s stuff I’d like to know before I Commit yknow?)

What’s the panty line visibility on the pants? I feel like synthetic blends for leggings and pants are naturally thinner than like jeans and panty lines are Super obvious on them. And even wearing boxers doesn’t always help bc then u can see where all the boxers fabric is bunching up near the thighs :/

Do the pants ride up and like over accentuate Bulge or make camel toe

How much does the Color of Whatever you’re wearing underneath show through any fabrics? I know that’s just kind of the nature of lighter color fabrics but it helps to know in advance

Does the fabric/pattern stretch so much in basic movements that it becomes see through? (Like how shoddy workout pants aren’t Squat Proof) (or like would stretching say a black pattern fabric too far show all the white threads of the undyed Other side of the fabric?)

Well first off, this is nowhere near Mean so definitely don't worry about it, haha. Now let's see if I can answer all of these without writing a whole novel.. Panty line visibility and color of w/e is underneath pretty much have the same answer: It's only really an issue on really light (or particularly white) designs. I have a disclamer on my Striped Joggers and Checkerboard Joggers because of the large white areas, which is as follows: "A note about white clothing: like many white fabrics, large white areas on this design are less opaque than our usual dark offerings. Nude undergarments are recommended, as dark or bright colors will show through slightly. The model shown here is wearing Thigh Society "The Staple" shorts in beige underneath these joggers, which work perfectly!" And as the disclaimer says, I recommend Thigh Society (not at all sponsored, I just wear them a lot in real life) undergarments for white or light joggers. Any nude undergarment would be fine, but they have the added benefit of not showing any lines and not bunching/rolling up at all. Next for crotch area accentuation issues: I don't think there are any. If you're at all concerned, just wear them low-waisted. Worn low-waisted they have a drop crotch, so they're nowhere near anything you don't want accentuated. Then last for if the fabric/pattern stretches and becomes see-through: Same as above, it's more likely with a very light or white color and if you have something bright or dark underneath. For the second part of this question: yes If you stretch the fabric out as far as you can, you can tell that the other side is white. But it's harder to do on the joggers than the skirts because the jogger fabric is thicker. Hopefully I answered everything and it helps some!

[girlmush]

tbh the pop fashion for women right now is so uncomfortable looking. tights are super cute yes but it's like tights with no pants or skirts. everything is still cropped. chest stomach legs out. i'm just getting tired of seeing this everywhere when it's not appropriate like aren't these women COLD. i literally want to see style that has a focus on fertility. our tummies should not be out in the cold. that pic of meg the stallion in a fur coat and boots with a tiny crop top haunts me like bbabyyy that's not good for the womb. our feet should be warm and supported as well. i love the look of the pointed kitten heels but i wear those looks and stuff 3 hours max to a bar or dinner. the amount of people that call athelesiure and uggs ugly like ok but dont u want moveable breathable clothes? big warm sock shoe? what's wrong with being comfy? my vision is cozy, practical, fertile, and cute. it's not even about modesty at all like be skin tight camel toe down just cheeks out looks cold unless we in the tropical heat. then we should just be allowed to be topless. because that's what?? COMFY. i wantt to bring comfiness to cooler outfits but that gets into the 'hobo' look which is fine i just what to envision and refine my ideas if this sparked anything for u pls comment xoxo. /maybe clothes overall would be more comfy if they weren't made of plastic.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Camel toe is super hot with fat pussies and if you don't agree then you're just wrong

[nightmarist]

Since I’d either have to wait a Very long time to get enough money or simply never wear them, I opted to add a gusset to my ouji trousers myself. Big risk since I’ve never tried. I trimmed the legs to my correct height and had Exactly enough pant leg trimmings to make a gusset. But that also made me nervous since having Exactly meant I couldn’t fuck up. It fits perfectly now. The stitching on the inside is super weird but no one’s going to see the inside and it thankfully doesn’t bother me. No more camel toe 😭🙏

I have some nice pink velvet and lace fabric, maybe I’ll make a vest to go with it. We’ll see.