#well ig pins are still nice

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

holy shit my mum was just like. ur american aunt is coming here next week. what merch do u want from ppl u follow in america. and im like. what. what the fuck. u gave me like. 5 seconds. idfk. and she pointed at my crumb merch and was like what abt this person. theyre american. do you want more of their merch. and im like. what the fuckkk. i literally have 5 seconds to think. but ye so idfk what im supposed 2 ask my aunt 2 bring as like. souvenirs or whatever tf. like nothing would ARRIVE by next week. sooo i just said idk get my cousin 2 pick out some pins. so im gonna get pins. bc literally the only merch i can think of rn is genloss merch and thatd arrive in like months or w/e and is expensive as fuck and i literally just spent the last of my money on some more pins and also clothes so. yea. OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST KNOCKED ON MY DOOR TO ASK THE EXACT SAME QUESTION. GIVE ME SOME FUCKING TIME HOLY SHIT. anyways i cant. think of  like. america exclusive stuff. that. id want. idfk. like it took me so long before 2 decide that getting crumb merch would b a good idea bc theres so many factors that weigh into it. it was a good idea tho i got the crumbeanie its cute as  fuck. but. yea. aunt jumpscare. oh wait oh fuckkk. shes coming here 4 my step grandads funeral. and like. im gonna have 2 go there. and like. talk 2 ppl there or w/e. idek half of them bc theyd all be his family bc hes not related 2 any of us by blood only thru my grandma. and i hate my american aunt. aw man.

[catboyieejeno]

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・★

cw: little plot, roommates/fwb to lovers (ig?), strength kink, oral (fem receiving), slightly toxic (?), jealousy, very possessive jeno, overstimulation

18+ minors do not interact !

"stop fucking moving,"

you gasp out when jeno lands a slap on your clit, unable to help but jolt at the wave of pain and pleasure that shoots through your nerves. your eyes are dazed, but you can still make out his figure between your legs. he readjusts, using his big palms to keep your thighs far apart.

"i-i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you whimper weakly. he doesn't pay any mind to your apology, though, attaching his mouth to your dripping cunt once again.

by now, you knew jeno well enough to know exactly what pushed his buttons. it's exhilarating to test his limits, because more often than not, you'd end up with a few mind-blowing orgasms as your so-called 'punishment' at the end of the night.

so earlier, when your mutual friend jaemin came over, you thought it would be ingenious to settle down on the couch beside him and swing your legs over his lap.

that was your first mistake.

"sit there and take it," jeno growls, "and stay fucking still unless you want me to edge you all night,"

you knew your little plan would bother jeno, and it very much did. it was painfully obvious on his features, from the moment you hiked up your smooth legs and laid them over jaemin's thighs.

jeno's glare was unyielding, and he had his jaw clenched so tight, you worried his teeth might crack.

purely oblivious to your antics and jeno’s sudden sour mood, jaemin didn't think twice about resting his hands on your bare skin—it was an innocent gesture, really. the problem was, when he told a joke that made you laugh, you laughed a little too hard, taking his hand into your own and sliding it up your thigh.

it was bad enough that your cotton shorts were absolutely tiny, but it was worse that they were now tucked high between your legs. by the time you settled jaemin's hand where you wanted it to be, he was no less than a few inches from your core.

that was mistake number two.

"jeno. holy shit, please,"

"you wanna tease me, huh? wanna get me jealous? you like that shit," it doesn't matter that he's mumbling into your folds and his speech is slightly slurred, you catch onto his every word.

he laps you up again and again, alternating between laying his tongue flat on your clit and wrapping his lips around it to suck on it. his hands have slid up your waist, but his elbows keep your legs pinned open.

you're, quite literally, on fire. the wet, slurping sounds of him making out with your pussy are so loud that they're deafening. every groan and growl he grants shoots vibrations through you, and there doesn't seem to be enough oxygen in the room with the way you're rigidly panting.

if he didn't let you come soon, you're pretty sure you'd pass out.

"do you want anything to drink, jae?"

jeno scoffs. since when the fuck did you call jaemin 'jae?'

"some water would be nice, thanks," the boy flashed his smile at you and you stood up, ass practically hanging out of your shorts and right in his face. you couldn't see with your back turned, but jeno caught the way his friend's eyes darted to your pretty, plump cheeks, adam's apple bobbing as he gulped.

you returned with his glass, but just before you handed it to him, you pretended to stumble, and some of the water landed right over his crotch.

was it extremely cliche? sure, but it certainly did the trick.

when you came back with a kitchen towel chanting fake apologies and just about straddled one of his legs, jeno had pretty much had enough.

but then, as if that wasn't nearly enough, you went on to wipe away at jaemin's jeans (right over his slightly swelling bulge) wearing the most infuriatingly innocent look on your face.

"i'm so sorry!"

"it's okay, really," jaemin insisted, subconsciously spreading his knees farther apart so you could continue to dry him off.

"it's really not! jeno," you called, turning and batting your eyes, "can't you lend him one of your pairs?"

the moment your gaze landed on him, you knew you were fucked.

he narrowed his eyes on you, shooting daggers your way. after letting some air out through his nose, he seethed through his tightened teeth a small "sure."

and that? that was mistake number three.

"jeno, baby, i'm so close,"

"no," he warns, "don't you dare fucking come."

"i can't help it, i'm gonna-"

he stops at once, pulling the rug clean from under you and smirking at the way you whine out, body seizing up as your orgasm is stripped away. he watches as your hole pulses incessantly with need, grinding himself into the mattress.

you cry out, "i said i was sorry," but he only tuts, shaking his head.

"you made your bed, now lie in it."

"please," you're breathless and desperate for some sort of release. so much so, that you resort to shamelessly bargaining, "i'll give you head everyday for the next week,"

"not good enough. I can fuck your mouth whenever I want,"

"jeno! i'll- fuck, i don't know," you look around as you rack through your brain, but he doesn't let you finish your thought.

"say you're mine."

"but,” you pause, eyes widening, “i-i'm not,"

jeno sticks his middle finger knuckle deep into you, stilling it there within your tight, fluttering walls, "so then, tell me. you want jaemin's mouth on you instead of mine?"

"no," you answer quickly, honestly.

he pumps into you once, then twice, slowly coaxing the confession out of you, "then say it, baby. say you're mine, that i'm the only one who makes you feel this good,"

"i'm not yours, jeno. we-we've been over this,"

"i guess you don't wanna come then, do you?" he withdraws his digit and sits up on his knees, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, "i don't know why you have to be so fucking stubborn all the time,"

you watch as he pulls his length out of his boxers, mouth working to gather saliva to the front of his mouth. he spits, letting it fall onto his swollen, pink tip. it's hard to hide the way you're basically squirming in anticipation, hips practically bucking up and closer to him.

"i'm sorry," you try again, voice sweet and airy. but again, he doesn't answer. he simply lines himself up with your hole and pushes in with a hiss, training his eyes on you to watch the way your jaw goes slack.

"you're a brat," he scolds, "and a tease," his hands press down on your tummy, resting his weight there. when he bottoms out, you grip his wrists, looking down to watch the way he sits on his heels with his dick buried in you.

"i'm sorr-“

"stop fucking saying that," he thrusts into you and you moan out, "you know what i wanna hear," his gradually increasing pace makes you shudder, and your orgasm starts building within you once again, "i'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll never even think about jaemin again,"

jeno rams his hips into you and the sound of your skin slapping against his echoes around your bedroom. you try to cover up how close you're getting, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he won't notice until it's too late.

the only problem is: jeno knows you just as well as you know him, and even more so, he knows your body. he prides himself in that—in catching every little involuntary sign and habit you have.

he knows the way your toes curl when he hits the right spot, deep within your gummy walls, and he knows the way your eyes gloss over to spill hot tears when he chokes you.

your face might be able to conceal your true intentions, but your pussy, gushing and squeezing around him, can not.

“if i feel you come around me, so help me god, i’m gonna stop,”

there isn’t the slightest hint of a bluff behind his sharp tone, and it pisses you off. your cheeks are red hot with frustration, nails digging into his skin, which only makes him squeeze your waist harder. the pleasure is dizzying, his thick length dragging up and down your walls in the most delectable way.

you aren’t gonna last much longer, you know that. he knows that.

“please, jeno. please please please,”

“i’ll let you come, baby. there’s nothing i want more than for you to come on my cock, but i need you to tell me,”

sneakily, you trail your hand between your legs to stimulate your clit, but he’s quick to grasp both of your wrists before you can even savor the feeling, pinning your arms on your chest between your bouncing breasts.

you’re a mere second away from whining out in protest when his own free hand flies to rub circles on your puffy clit, and suddenly, the feeling is far too overwhelming.

forced to blink harshly a few times to regain focus, you look at his features and come to the conclusion that truthfully, jaemin, and no one else for that matter, could ever make you feel like this.

you didn’t want anyone else anyway. your little act was just a ploy to get you to this very point, stuck underneath jeno who manages to make you come so hard each and every time he’s inside you that you wind up seeing stars.

as the cord threatens to snap in your belly, every ounce of you longing for release, you moan out loudly, giving in, “i’m yours! i don’t want anyone else, i promise,”

“yeah?”

“yes,” you insist, “yes, baby. fuck, m’all yours, always yours,”

he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and suddenly, all the anger he had been airing out fades for a moment. he doesn’t shove his tongue down your throat (although you wouldn’t have minded much), and he doesn’t move his lips in any kind of rush; instead, they move against yours softly, almost feather-like, as if your confession would float away from any suddenness.

and finally, against your lips, he mumbles, “go ahead and come, sweet girl. i’ve got you.”

instantly, your nerves ignite and your breath hitches, your orgasm washing over you at last.

he isn’t far behind, not at all. he had been sensitive ever since he’d started humping the bed with his head stuck between your legs.

he finishes with you, in you, shooting streams of hot white cum inside your clenched walls. the grip he holds on your hand releases as a grunt rumbles in his throat, and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, letting him bury his face into your neck.

when he stills his movements, he lays his weight on top of you, warm, slick skin pressing right up against you, chest to chest.

after a few moments of silence, other than the settling heavy breaths from both of you, you rake your fingers through his hair, muttering timidly by his ear.

“i mean it. i’m yours. i only did all that earlier for—well, for this.”

“all mine?”

you nod, giving him reassurance when he lifts his head to read the expression on your face, “mhm.”

“good. i’m all yours, too.”

[sagesolsticewrites]

Hi! I’d like to request a John “Bucky” Egan fic where he tries several times to flirt with the reader, but the reader is super oblivious about it and just thinks he’s being nice. It becomes something everyone on base talks about and gets invested in. Maybe other people set up a scheme to get them together or make the reader realize how he feels. Idk, just something funny and cute like that ig 😁

Thank you so much for requesting, Nonnie, I’ve been having so much fun with these Masters of the Air requests! I loved getting to write for our best boy Bucky 🥰 Shoutout to @blurredcolour’s Trust fic (an absolute masterpiece, check it out y’all!) for helping with the writers block on this one 😅 (Reminder that requests are open! Feel free to check out some of my favorite prompt lists in my pinned post 😊)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Oblivious

“There’s my favorite nurse!”

You rolled your eyes at the phrase that announced John “Bucky” Egan’s every visit to sickbay.

“Hello, Major,” you said, turning to greet him with a mock-exasperated smile.

Bucky clutched a hand to his heart as if wounded, a hurt expression on his face. “How many times do I gotta tell you to call me Bucky, sweetheart?”

“At least a few more times, Major,” you reply, unable to hide a smile at the usual volley of friendly banter.

Major John Egan had been unusually friendly to you since the first moment he’d sauntered in to introduce himself to the medical staff as Air Exec. Your colleagues had blushed afterward and playfully insisted that he had paid you more attention than the others, but you just laughed and shook your head, insisting that he was just being nice.

This visit was simply another instance of Bucky being friendly to you; well, that and Harry Crosby’s airsickness had gotten the better of him again and he was checking up on the navigator.

You stepped aside as Bucky approached Harry’s cot, ready to update him on the goings-on since the last mission had returned.

He threw you a kind smile before perching on the stool next to Harry.

“How’s my girl treatin’ you, Crosby?”

Harry happily told him how the base had gotten a new shipment of airsickness pills and you had slipped him a spare box for his own personal use, and Bucky’s smile grew wider and wider.

You were glad to see how happy he was at the news that his friend was feeling better, and you quietly excused yourself to tend to the other patients.

Bucky sighed as you walked away.

“She still hasn’t picked up on it, huh?”

“No, Croz, she hasn’t.” sighed Bucky, “She thinks I’m just bein’… nice or friendly or something. Which I am!” He added hurriedly, “But I just…I like her so much. I wish she’d notice.”

“She will, buddy,” Harry replied, with a comforting pat on his friend’s hand, “She will.”

Bucky headed out after a few more minutes of conversation, giving you a wink and a smile as he walked past your station.

“Bucky visited again, huh?” Rebecca, one of your fellow nurses, sidled up next to you with a teasing grin.

“Yes, Major Egan came by to visit Lieutenant Crosby,” you replied, putting emphasis on their ranks.

“You’re sure that’s all he was here for? Somehow he never shows up here without an excuse to see you…”

“He’s just being nice, Becca,” you insisted, “You know how these soldier boys are.”

“But he’s always—”

“Becca,” you cut her off as gently as you can, “I really don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

“Alright, alright,” she held her hands up in surrender, “Bucky is an off-limits topic, gotcha.”

The conversation turned to the current hot gossip, and you idly chimed in when it seemed appropriate, losing yourself in your routine tasks.

Rebecca broke off to check on Harry again, narrowing her eyes as she noticed Harry watching you.

“Something Nurse L/N can help you with, Crosby?”

He jumped, gaze darting to Rebecca as she approached.

“No ma’am, I just…”

He scrambled to think of some excuse, but all he could come up with was: “I’m trying to think of some way to get Y/N to notice Bucky!”

Rebecca blinked in surprise, then plopped down onto the stool next to his bed, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Oh thank goodness it’s not just me! He’s been at it for months but the poor girl’s just so oblivious…”

“I keep telling him to just talk to her like a normal person, but he insists on dancing around it!” Harry instantly agreed, glad to have someone besides Jean to talk to about this. “He’s been so distracted lately. If he doesn’t do something soon, I’m worried it might start to affect his flying.”

Rebecca pressed her lips into a thin line, twisting a strand of hair worriedly.

After a few moments of quiet, she spoke up again, green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I’ve got an idea.”

———

“Hey Bucky,” Harry said at breakfast the next morning, “I’m gonna pop down to the infirmary to visit Winks, wanna come with?”

Bucky quickly agreed— he’d been meaning to check on Winks yesterday as well as Croz, but got caught up in… well, you.

As they entered, Bucky made a beeline for Winks while Harry caught Rebecca’s eye and gave a subtle nod, which she returned, signaling her part of the plan was complete.

She had removed the step stool you always used from one of the supply closets, now hidden under one of the cots nearby. When you weren’t able to reach something on one of the higher shelves, well…

Good thing Bucky was so tall.

“Y/N, would you mind grabbing some more bandages for me? My station’s running low.”

“Sure thing, Becca!” You called, stepping away from your current station to check the supply closet.

“Becca…” your confused voice called from the closet, “Do you know where the stepstool went?”

“It’s not there?” She called back, sounding equally confused. “Let’s see, um…”

She scanned the room, putting on a good show of looking for someone who could help.

“Oh, Bucky! Would you mind helping Nurse L/N grab something from the supply closet for me?”

“No problem, Becca,” came his reply, accompanied with his trademark winning smile as he nodded to Winks and made his way over to the supply closet.

It was much smaller than he’d anticipated, and barely half a foot was all that separated you as he asked, “Alright, what do ya need, sweethea—”

The pet name was cut off by the sound of the supply closet door closing.

And locking.

You lunged for the handle as Bucky reached up to turn on the single lightbulb, both of you calling out in confusion.

“Becca! What?”

“C’mon, guys, this isn’t funny!”

Harry’s voice came through the door, clear and determined.

“Just tell her how you feel, Bucky! Your tactic clearly isn’t working!”

“I— what?” You turned to Bucky, hoping he knew what in the world they were talking about.

Bucky hesitated, but seeing as it seemed he had no choice…

“Well this isn’t… exactly how I wanted to do it, but…” He took a deep breath, twisting his fingers together in an uncharacteristic display of anxiety, “I really like you, doll. I’ve liked you since I first laid eyes on you. And I’ve tried every way I know how to tell you, but nothin’ worked, so…” He gestured around at the supply closet, “I guess it came to this? Which wasn’t my idea, by the way. Just for the record. I would never…”

His voice faltered, and you realized just how close you were to him. You didn’t remember moving forward. You were just suddenly there, so close the two of you were almost breathing each other’s air.

“You… you like me?”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Doll, you think I call every pretty girl workin’ here my favorite nurse?”

You flushed at the compliment.

“I thought you were just being nice, I didn’t…”

“I mean, I was bein’ nice,” He said with a shrug, grinning, “Just not quite in the way you were thinking.”

Bucky’s eyes flicked down to your mouth, and being this close to you, he couldn’t hide the bob of his throat as he swallowed nervously.

“I’d, uh. I’d really like to kiss you right now, if that’s alright with you, sweetheart.”

You nodded slowly, “I think I’d really like that, Major Egan.”

“It’s Bucky, sweetheart,” he murmured softly as he leaned in, capturing your lips.

You may or may not have spent more than a few lonely nights in your bunk imagining what it would be like to kiss Major John Egan.

Your imaginings were nothing compared to reality.

This was magic unlike anything you could have dreamed.

Your arms wound around his neck as his wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You toyed with the dark curls at the nape of his neck as he slanted his mouth against yours, deepening the kiss. Needing to be closer, you tried to step towards him, but merely succeeded in pressing him back against the shelves.

Ordinarily you would apologize, but something like a thrill ran up your spine when you felt him grin into the kiss as his back hit the shelves, knocking rolls of bandages and boxes of gauze onto the floor.

His right hand moved to cup your cheek, keeping your lips connected as his other hand splayed across your back, pulling you impossibly closer as you arched into him.

You could still feel him grinning as he murmured against your lips, “Knew you were feisty under that good girl act.”

“Bucky,” you whined softly as he pulled away from you, chest heaving.

“Oh, now she uses my name,” he teased breathlessly, bumping his nose playfully against yours.

The two of you flinched as sunlight spilled into the dim closet, a harsh change from the dingy yellow lightbulb you had become accustomed to.

Harry and Rebecca stood in the doorway, wearing twin smug grins.

“Looks like our work here is done,” Becca said, shooting you a wink as she bid farewell to Harry with a two-fingered salute, “Pleasure working with you, Lieutenant Crosby.”

“Same to you, Nurse Carter,” Harry replied, and he turned back to the two of you, a genuine smile on his face.

“About time, Bucky.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky waved off his friend’s I told you so, “You gonna congratulate me or what?”

“Congratulations,” came Harry’s mock-put-out reply, accompanied by a genuinely congratulatory clap on his arm. “You got a good one. And it only took months of unsuccessful flirting—”

“Hey, I got her in the end, didn’t I?” He squeezed you closer, grinning down at you.

Your lipstick was all over his mouth, and you’re sure the Victory Red on your own lips was in no better shape.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care, however, as he pulled you in for a tender kiss.

Which you broke for a moment to point out, “He isn’t wrong, you know, it was months of unsuccessful—”

Your teasing was promptly cut off with a “shush” mumbled against your lips as Bucky silenced you with a kiss.

[lingerina]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐁𝓐𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝓦𝐒 ／ julie han

➛ g!p maid julie x fem!reader ➛ 847 words !!! adultery, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms ➛ you have confronted your husband about checking out the maid, and now you confront the maid. ➛ A/N happy belated new year? lol i’ve been rediscovering some hobbies lately, hence writing has been on the back burner again. but i’ve updated the list of women i write for. if you have seen julie doing that part in ‘nobody knows’, then you’ll understand how i was possessed to write this. those clips have graced my tiktok fyp and ig explore page multiple times. i just had to. 😮‍💨

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You’ve heard of the stories where a family will hire a young maid or nanny to care for the kids and the house while the parents work. Nannies aren’t needed because you don’t have kids, but you still have pets and a massive house that needs to be cared for. Hence the hiring of a maid who urgently needs some quick cash while she searches for bigger jobs.

Julie Han is a young woman straight out of college.

Straight out of a magazine too.

With the looks of a doll and the charm of a girl next door, Julie can easily have anyone wrapped around her finger.

Your cat, who’s wary of strangers, immediately took a liking to her. Your friends who have come over and met her have asked for her to watch their kids or animals as well. As envious as you are of the attention she gets, you can’t help but be one of the victims of her spell too.

You just can’t be heinous to someone who’s nice and goes the extra mile for your pets.

The stares from your husband that lingers a little too long on her don’t go unnoticed though. It’s hard to decipher Julie’s body language when she catches his gaze but you confront them separately because things will only escalate if you dismiss everything that is deemed small and insignificant. Some people masquerade their intentions well behind a blank or stone cold face, so you can never be too safe.

Your husband denies staring but Julie is more truthful.

Except you had it all wrong.

Julie’s hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans and cries as her cock hits in all the right places. The confrontation has led to you being shoved onto the bed and your flimsy loungewear being torn off by the woman who actually had eyes on you. You can’t risk your husband hearing the maid fucking his wife’s brains out as he’s showering right above her bedroom, but she knows how to wield what she has—a feat that he has yet to achieve. 

The guilt lingers in your chest but your cunt drips for her. The sheets are soaked in your essence, courtesy of her skillful mouth and fingers that wouldn’t stop bringing you to orgasm. The more you try to persuade her to stop, the harder she goes on you.

Because you both know that you don’t want her to stop.

The water cuts off, leaving the residence to be engulfed in silence. The smacks of hips clashing with every fervent thrust is like a pin dropping, causing the tightness in your chest and the pit of your stomach to swell. Your clammy hands clutch at the crumpled sheets beneath you, your walls closing in on her as she fucks you harder. You don’t have the conscience to stop her because god, you want this.

You need this.

She grins, her long hair curtained over your face as she hovers closer to you.

“You think I want your lame husband?,” she snickers.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches.

“You clearly don’t want him either.”

There is no cue given, but her demeaning words bring you to ecstasy. Your eyes roll back when her thumb on your pulsing clit works you into overdrive. Your body spasms beneath her, tremors coursing through your limbs as you gush around her cock, further soiling the sheets. You can vaguely hear your husband calling for you in the kitchen but all you can focus on is Julie’s cock drilling you, and the filthy squelches of your cunt accepting the abuse.

Your heart rate picks up as his voice gets progressively louder but she is clearly unbothered. She has other priorities to fill.

Like you.

She buries her face in your neck. With a whine and a tremble, you shudder as warmth fills you. A shallow thrust pushes her release deeper, reaching depths that can taint and break you—just as she intends to.

You sink back into the mattress with a quiet sigh when she pulls out. Your head feels at the mess that you’ve both caused—figuratively and literally. 

The man that you have sworn your heart and life to is on the other side of the door, never expecting his wife to cheat on him with their maid. You have committed the very act that you swore you would raise hell about, and a part of you feels shameful about the hypocrisy.

On the other hand, Julie is proud of her work. She grins as her cum seeps out of you: a testament to prove that the man is not always wanted.

“You don’t need him,” she taunts as she slides back into you, harder than ever.

Your eyes widen as she raises your legs and folds them over your chest, testing your flexibility.

“This pretty pussy is mine.”

Your mouth falls open after she bottoms out.

“And she clearly agrees.”

Weak. Shameful. Needy. 

You can’t argue with her. You can only accept that you’re terribly wrong.

[the-doomed-witch]

BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Yeah, she’s your ex. But can’t two people reconnect? // based on bad idea, right? by Olivia Rodrigo

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS + MEN DNI. exes with benefits?, very little to no plot, dom!reader sub!nat, oral (r giving), fingering (r giving), use of names (whore, angel), ig that’s all lmao

Author’s Note: well i wasn’t going to write this but i did it in like 30 minutes with no proof reading so if this is horrible kindly pardon 🙏

(gif credits to creator)

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // READ ON AO3 // REQUESTS CLOSED

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You stare blankly at the notification as soon as your phone lights up. Why are you smiling at it? You don’t even want Wanda to know about the reason. “Uh, Wanda, could you excuse me for a minute? I need to get this one.” You feel rude interrupting her, but maybe it’ll put you in the best place.

Leaving your friend perplexed at the table, you get up and walk to a corner of the café. Soon as privacy is ensured, you dial her number, “What’s up?”

“Fuck. Your voice, Y/N.”

“God, Natasha. Why are you like this?”

“Are we still meeting tonight?”

“You think I’ll not turn up? After the night on Tuesday, seriously?”

“That was so hot, I’ll have to admit.”

“Shut up. I’ll see you later, bye.” You hang up the call and immediately scurry back towards Wanda, face adorned by a radiance of excitement.

“Now, what’s that smile about?” She rests her chin on her right palm, “Something I should be knowing about? Or rather, someone?”

“Oh it’s nothing. I just, um, got some shit sorted out.”

“I think you’re hiding this person from me. Tell me about them.” She gives you a typical wink to accompany her curiosity. You couldn’t dare tell her about Natasha, Wanda would most certainly throw you into the lake without a second thought.

It felt bad, it really did, but Natasha was just so good. Who was to know about it anyway? There were no feelings left anymore, both of you knew that this arrangement was only meant for casual sex.

Your break up wasn’t amicable, and Wanda had to give whatnot to try to at least avoid violence of any kind. It was more tedious for her than the job usually would have been, because she decided not to exercise her powers. Of course, brainwashing and manipulating two people into breaking up nicely was obviously the easiest option, but not the most righteous one.

“Y/N I swear if it’s-”

“Stop! We just want to keep it a secret. Jeez, let me have some privacy!” you blurt out, face flustered at the thought of being caught. You lowkey regret it, knowing well that your words hurt Wanda.

“Fine. Do whatever the hell you want.”

— ✦ —

You ring the doorbell, waiting outside Natasha’s apartment. She doesn’t take more than a second to swing the door open and pull you inside. As soon as you’re inside, she pins your back against the door.

“You’re right on time, baby.” She says before clashing her lips against yours in the dense heat between you two. Suddenly, your entire body is on fire, and her hands are trying to tame it.

You’re quick to throw her t-shirt off to the floor, making yourself room to bite on her skin without a care.

Neither Nat, nor do you realise when the two of you are naked. Maybe it happened on the way to the bedroom, maybe inside it - you couldn’t care less. All your mind can think of is fucking the woman to soreness.

“Gonna be a whore for me tonight again, aren’t you?” You slowly trace your fingers down to her pelvic arch, practically combusting her insides.

“Yes. Yes I am. Fuck-”

“Mind your language. Or you know what punishment you get for that.”

She groans, writhing beneath you. Her body was worth worshipping, you could never admire Nat enough. The scars across her abs were even sexier. You start by gently tugging on her nipples, in awe of her perfect arch - the way her chest rose and fell, the sound of her hissing at your pinching.

“Y/N, please. Please, please, please.”

“Please, what? Use your words angel.”

Her thighs get into a tightening clasp against each other. There is no way she can hold herself back for another minute. “Please Y/N, touch me. Fuck, ruin me. I need you.”

“You are irresistible.”

Satisfied with her pleas, you decide to go down on her. Each of your hands spread her thighs apart, giving yourself complete access to taste her. Your tongue moves along her folds, often teasing her lightly.

Nat’s hands entwine themselves in your hair, pulling you as deep inside her as she could. A tiny breathy whisper against her cunt jerks her entire body, “So wet, so perfectly wet, baby.”

She moans your name over and over till it echoes inside your head. “Oh my God Y/N. There, ah- right there-” Her grip on your head intensifies. The pain is of no significance to you when you can wholly gorge yourself on her pussy.

It doesn’t take her long to get close to her climax. “Ca- can I come?” she asks you between heavy breaths and difficulty. You immediately pull yourself back, ceasing all your tongue movements. Her undeniably agonised scream makes you smirk. “You think you could get off so easily, angel?”

“B- but I-”

“B- but I-” you mockingly repeat her thwarted stammering. You softly push a tress of her fierce red hair from her neck and bend down to nibble on it. Her chest heaves against your own torso, so you place a hand on her to calm her down. Her heartbeat is almost in your hands, as you feel it against your palm.

Nat’s hips slowly buckle and she begins to rub her intimacy against your thigh between her legs to relieve the burning sensation inside of her.

“You’re so pretty when you’re needy. I love it.” You plant another kiss below her ear before stopping her hips in place. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you penetrate her hole with your fingers. “Fuck. I love it when you’re so tight for me.”

Your fingers pump in and out of her quickly, as you feel her clench and get closer to an orgasm again.

You don’t let Natasha get a chance to ask for permission, her words are drunk down by you in another kiss.

A little more stimulation on her clitoris does it. She gushes white onto your palm, rolling her eyes with pleasure. You let her have some time to bring herself back to reality.

Her sweat is still fresh and her breath is still heavy when she says, “Tell me more of it Y/N.”

“More of what, angel?”

“What else that I do that you love.”

You meet her eyes for the first time in the past few hours. They’re greener, more vibrant than you’d last truly seen them. “I love it when you come, I love it when you lose your breath because of it. I love it when you beg for me. I love it when you repeat my name again and again and again. I love it when-”

“Fucking goodness.” she says before pulling you down for another kiss. A sigh is elicited from her when she tastes herself on your tongue, as your hand reaches down to grab her ass tightly.

“Let me return the favour, would you now?”

“You don’t really have to…”

She doesn’t listen.

— ✦ —

“Y/N, you fucking never listen!” Wanda screams at you when you reach back to your apartment the next morning. You give her a confused and perplexed expression, unsure of what she meant.

“Don’t give me that look, I know you slept with someone and it’s Natasha!”

“Dude, it’s like 8 in the morning, and I literally never even said whose bed I was in. Could you calm down?”

“It was her, wasn’t it?”

“What if I tell you it’s not her? Would you leave me the fuck alone? I want to sleep right now.”

Wanda gives up and sighs. It was never in her power to make you understand anyways. Was it really difficult for her to comprehend that two people can just reconnect?

Your phone lights up with another text message.

Are we seeing each other tonight?

You reply: Sounds like a bad idea, I’m in. You should probably not. But whatever, fuck it, it’s fine.

[k8kaa]

PG8 : SEXUAL TENSION

content : nsfw , 17+ , mdni , afab reader , your pedris friend ,, but also a popular singer. since you were both popular youngsters , you were invited by barca for a youtube video with pedri , things go well , the outcome was better then expected ;) pedri is so whipped here ladies, enjoy.

a/n : atp , i cant find pwp and iiii HATE pwp. but enjoy this ig. ALSOO I CANT DRITY TALK IN SPANISH ITS HARD TO TRANSLATE. - silva

camp nou was so pretty, but the only thing you wanted to see was that sexy spainard. you admired his body alot .. i mean who wouldnt? he was taller then you , nice and bulit .. a dream guy. you dressed yourself in the cutest pink mini skirt and white corset, white tights and pink shoes . you arrived at the studio and smile at the sight of pedri, he was wearing all blue in his barca clothes . but there was no time for small talk ,, as the crew was in a rush . you both look at each other and laugh , you stand next to him and it starts rolling .

“hola youtube , hola culers , soy pedri” hello youtube hello culers , im pedri . “¡hola amores, hola culers, soy y/n!” hello loves, hello culers, I'm y/n . you waved . “hoy estaremos adivinando la canción, con nuestra adivina especial ..¡ y/n ! podría decir que te ves muy linda” today we'll be guessing the song , with a our special guess miss y/n! might i say you are looking very pretty . pedri complements your outfits . you blushed at the remark. he was pulling the first move. “me halagas pedrito, te ves bastante guapo también ...” you flatter me pedrito , you look quite handsome as well .. you giggle.

but the wait was over for the intro and they gave you both your first song. the first one to guess had to press a button . 1 point if your right, and none if you didnt get it right. the first song was something english so you had a bit of an advantage. since pedri listened to more reggaton then english . it was a popular song so you got it right. “smooth operator sade!” you click the button , and the point was given to you . you danced to the song a little as it was still playing. “eso no es justo. ¡apenas escucho música en inglés!” thats unfair. i barely listen to english music ! . pedri yelled to the staff. “hes so stupid, when will he learn that theres english music playing in the stadium ..” you mumbled in english as the staff , the whole studio was laughing . “¿qué dijo ella?” what did she say? pedri said looking all confused. you did nothing but just laugh ..

you were now at 2 - 2 . theres been too much sexual tension between you two.. anyway , the fourth song played and you both guessed it right. you both click the button at the same time. you sang the song together, it was chantaje by shakira. you both danced together, which was probably the thing that turned pedri on the most. the way you singing to HIM and dancing with HIM made him even more turned on. the last round made him win , you sighed as you lost. “¡es todo por hoy! gracias a spotify y a barcelona por tenerme aquí, bye bye!” thats it for today! thank you to spotify and barcel for having me here , thats all byebye! . you smiled as the camera stopped filming. you took a picture for the thumbnail, his hand on your waist . as the cameras turned off you take it as a chance to whisper something to pedri. “pedrito, los baños abiertos” pedrito , the bathrooms are open . you smirked “me lees la mente, cariño” you read my mind , sweetheart .

pedri pinned you to the wall . he’d has just finished eating you out. “that pussy.. it does something to me.” he laughed . wiping his mouth with his arm. “please pedri.. just.. fuck me—!” you were cut off a kiss from pedri. it was a steamy hot kiss . he was all sweaty and hot,, his chest being naked and him groaning in your ears. you removed his boxers. “impatient whore” he mumbled. you jumped at the way he shoved his long veiny cock inside you. “it— it wont fit!” you yelled “you shouldve said that before taking it out, cariño.”gripping your waists as pedri starts to move. his thrusts were like heavan , moving in all the places you wanted . you put your hand over your mouth to not moan too loud. “too much!” you cried , as pedris thrusts got faster. “ ‘m gonna fill you up so well.” pedri whispered. you were crying because of how good he was fucking you . “c-cumming..” you said . you felt the not in your stomach, reaching your climax. he filled you up with his liquid. you eveb cleaned him up. you couldnt feel your legs.. you were groaning . “fuck,, i love you” pedri kissed your forehead. “hm, i love you too pedrito” you giggled.

© lec8rcs . do not, plagarize, copy, or translate any of my works .

[chuuyasheaven]

could you write that massage hc with aku?

Ofc! I’m gonna add Fyodor bcs sm1 asked for him and Nikolai but idk how to write him..

“ Bsd men massaging you but it escalated..? ”

Summary; You massage them, but y’all get horny <3 part two! So enjoy!! (Also using blue now, so whenever you have an brainrot or thirst and you request it, Tell me which color I should use!!!)

Warning; Akutagawa being clueless, Fyodor kinda manipulating the situation, Aku’s is kinda long oops, Ig YOU’RE massaging Aku, Sex???, Reader is gender neutral (afab, uses she/they)!

Akutagawa 🖤:

Being in the port mafia can be really stressful sometimes. And Akutagawa being Akutagawa, he doesn’t ask for any comfort from his partner.

But it’s obvious as soon he gets home, he seemed so..tense? So ofc you approach him, asking if he needed anything.

At first, he doesn’t say anything but after getting a little softer, he stated;

“Well, I suppose a massage would be very nice..” so he sat down on the couch, and you behind him.

You started of soft and started getting closer to his ‘tense’ spot. A sigh turned into a grunt, leaving you by surprise. Seeing the opportunity to whisper something.

“So that’s the spot, to get you start moaning, hm? Let’s see-”, But it didn’t last long bcs you got a phone call.

While you were on the phone, Aku thought to himself how mean you could be. How could you promise to take care of him and then leave him just for something on the phone? Ouch.

He would’ve ignored his desire, if it wasn’t so painfully hard. So hard, that he started to ‘rile you up’ by placing his hand on your thigh. So you notice and ignore it, continuing to talk on the phone. Seeing this, he started to place it further into your thigh. Until it hit your clothed cunt. This made your breath hitch.

Akutagawa likes the reaction. His fingertips brush against your cunt. Almost letting a moan slip, you excuse yourself nicely and hang up.

Akutagawa pinning you down on the couch, he’s still fingering you through your panties. But why are you still just whimpering? He wanted more volume.

“ Oh? Why are you just whimpering? I thought you hung up. Well, anyways, i assume we should pick up where we left off, hm? ”

Fyodor 💜:

Now, come on.

We all know how this would end, now, do we?

Fyodor would notice you more tense than usually. Which didn’t surprise you at all.

But he wouldn’t have helped, even pretend to notice it..what was he trying to do?

“What’s wrong, dove? You seem more stressed lately, would you like me to massage you?” He asked, in a mishivious (Russian) way.

Your naïve self, thinking nothing of it but a nice offer, accept it.

He literally hid his smirk.

You walked towards his direction and sat down on his lap.

As time goes on, Fyodor keeps on ignoring that spot that slightly has been paining you.

You were abt to speak up until he hit it. Finally feeling relaxed, Fyodor keeps on massaging it.

The more he did, the more you started to like it. He was kinda rough at first, then he became more gentle about it.

He began moving down until he got your bra. (you were shirtless btw.)

Fyodor unclapsed it and played with your nipples. While you were growing more desperate, he felt it on his thigh.

You felt his finger go down further on you, he was so close, so close to your panties.

Fyodor noticed, he saw how desperate you were. You finally achieved the state he was looking for.

His finger brushed over your clothed cunt, then:

He stopped. He just stopped.

You whined at the loss of his long, skilled and cold fingers.

“ Look at you, dove. So desperate. Well, sadly I'm not in the mood right now, so i guess you have to walk around in your wet panties for a while. ”

[glitchaxolol]

Honest opinions on Wrestlemania XL Sunday:

Drew v Seth: I was so happy for Drew when he pinned Seth. Seth was taking those hits like a boss but Drew was honestly slaying. Drew’s entrance looked cool asf but wth was Seth’s😭!? Him tweeting during the match was actually so funny. But anyways, DAMIAN CASHING IN WAS AMAZING AND JUDGEMENT DAY CHEERING TOGETHER AT THE END MADE ME SO HAPPY!!! (I expected Damian to cash in but I was glad he did) Match was still really short tho.

The Pride v The Final Testament: I like both teams but may I say, Scarlett and Karrion looked badass. Some of those hits had to be painful, on both sides. Also Karrion just picking Scarlett up at the end was lowkey sweet. Again, it was really short.

LA Knight v AJ Styles: That flip from AJ over the top rope was smooth. Both of them got in some good hits. That Avalanche German Suplex was actually insane. I was honestly rooting for AJ(who was looking like an absolute daddy btw😩) and I’m genuinely sad he lost. The end was lowkey stupid tho.

Randy Orton v Kevin Owens v Logan Paul: The start was genuinely funny, Randy getting on the back of the cart and riding along. Teaming up on Logan was a good idea. Also like, what did KO expect? Ofc Randy was gonna try to RKO him. They all got some good hits. I was NOT expecting IShowSpeed to be in the suit😭🤣! I was pulling for Randy but I still didn’t mind Logan retaining. Honestly he makes a good heel.

Bayley v Iyo Sky: Bayley’s wrestling gear looked great but Iyo looked lowkey drunk walking down(lol). They both gave us a good match tbh. Bayley was being an absolute beast, taking those hits pretty well. And I’m so happy that Bayley is finally getting what she deserves, she absolutely deserved that win!

Cody v Roman: The orchestra for Roman’s entrance was pretty cool honestly. (He looking fucking hot as ever btw🤭 also he stuck his tongue out so omfg, he cannot keep lookin like that😩). (He could call me a little bitch if he wanted🤞). Jimmy and Jey coming out to fight was pretty cool. I was just waiting for Solo to show up lol. John Cena and Rock coming out to face off with each other was great! I was hoping Dean was the one to come but Seth is alr ig. Roman choosing to hit Seth over Cody was a nice “Fuck you” for when they were in Shield. I actually cheered when Taker came out!!! Both Roman and Cody were absolute BEASTS during the match. I love Roman and I would’ve loved for him to win but it was for the best.

Overall: The matches were a bit short but holy shit was it worth it. The main event was amazing and so chaotic!!!

Reminder: These are just my opinions so don’t get like pressed or anything lol.

[caramelmochacrow]

I keep on forgetting so. might as well lol.

Here are the completed pins! (featuring one of my jackets!) I got the abyssmare, unichord, photon and m4 ones off w measurements but. Meh it's fine!! (i am frustrated but cant do anything bc that would mean i need to do the thing again)

(Full look of the designs and how i did stuff under the cut!)

as you can see, a lot of the pins changed from what they were supposed to be! (blame the colors.....) in my abyssmare pin, you cant see the background where i put the mutliple 'abyssmare' in the back, (still cool tho) merm4id is slightly off color and the gradient for unichord is barely visible!

the stuff i manually ripped are: the lillies for lyrical lily, the star thing in the CoA pin, the heart and stars from the unichord logo and the abyssmare slash from the abyssmare logo. (i recreated the gradient for abyssmare yes it looks a little sloppy to me tho)

here. is the canvas thing i did the pin designs on:

i had a lot planned for lyrilily w those lillies over there (manually ripped from photos) and. um. we dont talk about the CoA logo. and yes i manually ripped those from the logo as well. i am proud of how smooth and nice looking those rips are. i put them there yes for the future if i wanted to do something with it.

each unit has each member's character color except for lyrilily and abyssmare (sorry girls). i originally wanted lyrilily to have their colors, but i didnt know how to make the colors work while make it. yk. elegant. abyssmare i wanted to be mysterious and almost intimidating? like, wough, who are they? which ig the print did even more lol.

ALSO! rondo and peaky dont have this bc i didnt make the designs w those guys, made them on the spot at school (that's why the measurements are correct lmao--)

anyway. yeah. look at them. im so fucking proud.

[kickinganddriving]

Hey so I was thinking of this Taylor swift song “Afterglow”, she’s a F1 driver and idk something happened and fight with mason but at the ends everything it’s fine

Notes: pinterest has been serving with the photos lately, this was my first time writing an argument and lets just say i NEED improvement. apologizing all day because this was so shirt, but it felt like that’s where it needed to stop. I wanna do a part 2 so just reply if you think thats a good idea!

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Song Suggestion: Afterglow- Taylor Swift

Warnings: Swearing and Angst ig? 

WC: 900

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn't do

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

"Really? You want to go there, well we can go there Mason!" You and Mason are walking the very thin line between a small argument into a blow out fight.

"I'm sorry! But it feels like you're more focused on racing and your team than you are in this relationship. You didn't even notice that I visited my family for a weekend while you were at home!" Mason pleads in anger and concern for your relationship.

"And i'm sorry for that, but this week has been insane, we have the round 6 race in less than a week! When you have big games going on we don't see each other as much!"

"But at least I remember to talk to you and make sure you are still living and sleeping in our home!" His voice is slowly starting to rise as the intensity of the argument rises.

"Well i'm sorry that I fucked up big time? Is that what you want to hear?!" You say in such a sarcastic tone that it could almost offend someone.

"You know, maybe I should wait for you to act like a big girl so we can have this conversation and have you not act like a 3 year old!" Mason starts walking toward the door, but as he walks out you realize you were the one who actually messed up.

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'till it blows up, 'til there's no us

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

“Wait Mason!” He didn’t hear you. There was nothing left that you could do in the moment except cry and watch sad romance movies in the dark. So that’s what happened, midway through watching the notebook you heard the click of the door. You turned around to see if you could talk to Mason, but he walked so fast that all you heard was swift steps and the thud of your bedroom door.

At this point in time you knew you had to put your ego aside and beg for forgiveness if you ever want your relationship to move past this, which is all you want it to do. There is one thing you knew Mason could never say no to, that is a nice cup of coffee. So in an attempt for forgiveness you made coffee the exact way he likes it, not an extra grain of sugar, and not a drop less of his favorite creamer. Argument aside, you were quite proud of yourself.

“Hey Mase?” You say as you lightly tap the door.

“What?” The exhaustion in his voice was clearly heard.

“I made you coffee” just a few moments after you heard the click of the door lock, and the door opened to reveal a disheveled Mason with bags under his eyes and a slight frown. His hair was wet and he was not wearing a shirt so you could assume he just took a shower. You could not bear to see him like this, setting the coffee on the small table next to the door and giving him the tightest hug you could possibly give, he did not hug you back, which meant you really fucked up big time. You slowly pulled away and handed him the mug filled with coffee that was sitting on the small table.

 His dark brown eyes had never looked more exhausted, and he had a frown on his face as he said “What do you want?”

Hey

It's all me in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you

I need to say, hey

It's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

“I’m sorry, this entire thing was all on me and in my head.” You saw his eyes light up just a bit, and you knew you were on the right track. “You don’t need to forgive me right now, but I just wanted to take responsibility for this entire thing, and I know I'm going to be in the doghouse for a while and have to grovel for a while, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes.

“It’s gonna take a lot of groveling” You hear Mason say with his usual cocky tone as he scrunches his nose and pulls you back in for a hug, after he sets his coffee back down.

“I am really sorry” you muffled into his bare chest, as you already found your hands tracing the familiar muscles on his back.

“I know you are, but I just need you to remember me even when you're busy conquering the W-Series” He says resting his chin on your head.

“How could I ever forget a boyfriend as great as you”

Meet me in the afterglow.

[ourpickwickclub]

LOL The trolls are mad about the hundreds of amazing comments from country/Judds fans on the Judds YT channel, and on FB/IG posts about LIA, that keep praising Gwen and Blake for doing LIA justice and being pleasantly surprised and really pleased with G's voice on it:

"Beautiful song big Judd fan this just makes me smile well done"

"Beautiful rendition and Gwens' voice is gorgeous! Her humility is precious and she really brings heart to this cover! Gwen has a great storyteller voice. Brava!"

"Love Is Alive is my favorite song by The Judds, and I wasn't sure if I was going to like it, but this song has made me a fan of Gwen!!! Her and Blake sound amazing together in their version!!! Y'all did this song justice, and you can tell that there was a lot of care and love taken while recording it!!"

"Wow Gwen you sound country and with Blake’s harmony it’s fantastic hope to be hearing this song in your concerts Beautiful Wow Loving IT"

"The original is a classic. Also love this version with Gwen on vocals. Her vocals shine through and Blake added another layer with the harmonies. Great artists to honor the Judds"

"Gwen had a beautiful voice . More Country from Gwen please"

"I think Gwen has found her place in country music. It suits her."

"Gwen, Miss Naomi would be tickled pink! I'm sure she's smiling on you right now! You did such A GREAT job! God Bless you & your family!"

"Perfect, she really did the song justice...Love is the reason, she is singing a country song and living in Oklahoma"

"That Ms. STEFANI-SHELTON best watch out or she's gonna find herself with a #1 country album soon! Sounds GREAT and definitely did justice to the original."

"Very nice. I believe somewhere Naomi is looking down and smiling at these 2 for their version of hers and Wynonna's song. Way to go Gwen and Blake!"

"They sound amazing!! Gwen's vocals are stunning & the harmony is beautiful!! Blake & Gwen's voices compliment each other so well. Fabulous job!!"

"Awards show here we come! Love it. A sure hit."

These are just a few from the Judds' YT. I could literally copy and paste 100 more comments, but you get the idea. So many Country fans, and the Judds fans are so pleased with this cover and heaping praise on G's vocals/delivery and B's harmonies, and I think that is what B is referring to in his tweet about it being a while since he felt this kind of reaction. I am sure he is reading the comments and sees how excited people are about it...and it's true people probably weren't THIS excited about MW, CBAACB, or NB (imo good but relatively non-personal songs that didn't generate as much buzz as GC/NBY/HA). It has been a few years since the GC/NBY/HA trifecta of media and fan excitement/awards/#1's in 2019/2020. LIA has been climbing the charts all day, and just jumped from 21 to 17 on the all-genre chart in the last hour, and is now #12 on the country charts, so it looks like it's still climbing. Although I will say, it would have been nice if G's team had put a link to it in the tweet, instead of just saying it's out. They did the same thing with True Babe... Like at least B's team put a link to LIA. B's team even put a link to True Babe on his tweet about it in June, but then look at G's pinned tweet. Maybe her team will read this and fix it. LOL

Thank you for taking the time to compile this. Very cool and yes, I am and have always been a Judds and Wynonna fan, and I have always been a Gwen fan. And I think Blake is one of the most talented artists around. LIA is just incredible to me.

- B

[san--jose--sharpedos]

I’m bored so here’s some of my jackets IG, pretty much all of these were jackets that I got on sale super cheap or that I was given.

The purple jacket is my newest and still very much a work in progress, (all of them are escrow the Donnie Darko one actually, purple is jsut the newest) and I need to redo the back patch (Polkas Not Dead by The Dreadnoughts, fave album by my fave band) next to it is my other main jacket which has a Danger Days back design. “Do Good Recklessly” is a saying that has resonated with me a lot so I figured it would be cool to have it there. I got a Reel Big Fish patch coming in the mail soon and I wanna get a Ska Dream patch for it, trying to decide if I wanna add some colored/patterned panels to it bc that night look cool. Gotta figure out what other bands I wanna put on it but it’s kinda hard to find colorful patches lmao

The gray jacket actually started off as a cosplay item for a Killjoys OC that I never got around to doing. I consider this my first jacket even tho there was a really shitty vest that I wore one singular time before I got this one. My boyfriend actually made a few of the patches that are on the gray jacket (Days N Daze and Polkas Not Dead above the spider) as birthday gifts when we first met, I don’t put a ton of patches on that jacket and it’s all bands that are v important to me for various reasons, the Frank Turner one was from the first show I went to with my boyfriend and he has one on one of his jackets too. Mischief Brew is one of my fave bands and their music means a lot to me, LS Dunes (the pyramid) has a really cool community surrounding it so I thought it would be cool to put that there. It also has zippered sleeves which makes it really nice for year round use!! Also has a Billy Idol pin because I grew up listening to Generation X and I still adore that debut album. Im immunocompromised and have a kidney transplant so I decided to add the pins to represent that because they are a big part of who I am.

On the bottom two pics, the left jacket is my queer horror inspired jacket. I am at some point gonna get a backpatch of The Old Dark House of a scene at the end of the movie with Morgan (Boris Karloff) holding Saul’s body (Brember Wills.) It also has a few Rocky Horror related items on it such as the “creature of the night” patch coming from the song Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me as well as the iconic lips and Frank-N-Furtor. Also have a The Lost Boys pin and the Babadook as well as a Beetlejuice pin. The Elm St. pin is specifically for Nightmare 2 and Gene Co is from Repo the Genetic Opera, a movie with a bisexual face stealer. It’s a fun time. Frankenstein and the Bride are classic queer coded cinema and James Whales was an openly gay man who directed both (as well as The Old Dark House) in the 1930s.

The last jacket is my Donnie Darko jacket. Donnie Darko is one of my fave movies, everting except the pins were done by hand. The pins are all artists who are actually featured in the soundtrack of the movie.

[sweet-demiboi]

Warnings: reader is trans male, students are transphobic, she/her is used by them for the reader (but only in the beginning, then there's no mention of transphobia), reader gets his shots from Roger as I decided that Brian is scared of needles also it adds a little depth to Roger's and reader's friendship, kissing at the end, dysphoria because reader hasn't had top surgery yet, also talk about not having enough money (that's normal for a college student I think, though), can be read as poc and/or asexual folks, Ig

This is the request

Summary: You and Brian get to know each other in university. He is your biggest supporter as you are trans and soon he becomes even more.

Please, no Fem!Readers - Thank you for respecting my boundaries :)

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

I should've known that it was stupid.

The thought had been in your head all day long and every person around you seemed to have it in their eyes.

They were looking you up and down weirdly or leaned over to their friends, whispering something in their ear. The next look they would give you was disgusted.

Some people didn't even bother to lower their voices.

"She is so confused, Jesus, it's actually so embarassing."

"She may be trying, but she's never going to look like a real boy."

"She should've kept her hair long. No boy will want her as his girlfriend now."

The worst was, you started to believe those voices you heard speaking in the hallway. Even though they were only softly spoken, they managed to creep deeply inside your head. Sometimes they seemed to come out of nowhere, but they would never loosen their grip on you when you focused on them once.

You were thinking about going to another university, but would it really be any different? You didn't think so, you could only hope. But hope was a rare thing to come by as you probably didn't even have enough money to spent to move elsewhere.

You sighed into your books - you were really trying to read them, but couldn't manage to understand even one paragraph. Astrology had always fascinated you, but right now, you couldn't get your thoughts away from your outing as a trans man.

You had cut your hair, thrown on the most masculine clothes you owned and rote yourself a name tag, with your real name on it.

Nobody had used it even once, but it was still pinned to your button up. Underneath were your band-aids, which were supposed to hide your chest.

"Hi, would you mind if I sat next to you?"

You raised your head at the guy next to you. He had long, curly hair and a bag made of leather on his shoulder, which seemed to pop open any moment from the amount of notes he had stuffed inside.

"No, not at all." You moved your books and papers to your right, so he would have some space next to you.

"Thanks, that's very kind of you.", he smiled at you "(Y/N), right?"

You imagined your eyes widened a little and soon after you repeated his words in your head a wide smile took over your face "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm Brian, nice to meet you."

He held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. It was soft, except for the tips of his fingers, at least as far as you could tell.

"Nice to meet you too. What are you studying?"

"Astrophysics - what about you?"

"Astrology - almost the same as you, just with less math."

He chuckled at that "Well, that's true. Which is your favorite constelation?"

He made you smile, and your ears were probably turning red, because of the joy you felt.

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

You were meeting up with Brian for studying quite often after that. He was nice to have around and also great at explaining when there was in fact some maths popping up in your books.

His voice was very calming to hear and he almost always had a smile for you, even after a whole day of lectures.

When it was getting late, you often moved to some small bars to continue with learning and writing papers.

On some days, when the library was to full of people, you were moving to little cafés. You drank way too much coffee and ate cake, but managed to stay up late this way and walk home under the stars. Of course, you couldn't really see much of them, but in the parks you had a little advantage, which was that there were usually not as many street-lights.

In retrospect, it was quite romantic and you two wouldn't do shit about stopping it.

Soon, Brian introduced you to his friends, whom all managed to get your name and pronouns right from day one. They were all lovely and kind to you. Especially Freddie and Roger would show support.

But it was still Brian who accompanied you to your doctor's appointments, because you were way to nervous to go there alone.

Finally, the day had come when Brian left the room to give you some privacy. He showed you a last thumbs-up when the door fell shut and you got your first t-shot.

You walked out with a face of pure joy, and he hugged you tight.

You were able to receive those shots in your upper arm, so you wouldn't need to visit your doctor every week. She encouraged you to let her do some monthly check-ups though.

It was Roger who would give you those shots, though as Brian was actually scared of needles and you couldn't manage to reach those spots in a good angle.

Soon, his friends became your friends as well. They would playfully joke about your voice sounding like one of a teenage boy, but it brought you some great joy to hear that.

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

"Hey, (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"Hi, Bri"

You looked up from behind your pillow. Brian was standing in the middle of your room of the flat you were sharing with your friends. They had let him inside, already knowing him well enough to not be concerned.

They were the ones who made playful jokes about you and him as a couple. You were always shushing them, when he came over, although, you thought that he might caught on to something already.

"Nothing's wrong, exactly.", you sat up on your bed and looked over at him.

"Am I allowed to sit down?"

"Yes, of course, go ahead."

When he sat next to you, he gave you a smile.

"Your voice is sounding a lot better than a few weeks ago."

"Yeah", you laughed "It was kind of funny, but I'm glad I don't sound like a teenager in his voice crack anymore."

Brian's eyes were crinkling in a laugh "I am too. But because I like your voice deep."

You felt your ears turning red, mumbling a shy thanks at him.

"Anyway, I want to know what concerns you right now. And don't try to deny it. I know something is up."

"Okay, you win", you shrugged "I'm not happy with my chest. I want my surgery as soon as possible, but right now it's not possible, financially."

Brian sighed "I know.", he took your hand in his carefully "And I want you to know that you're handsome, no matter what. You are looking very masculine to me. You're beautiful, okay?"

"Okay.", you smiled. It were the words you needed to hear. Brian always seemed to know them.

"Good." You could see his eyes looking into your own and then down to your lips.

"I am going to ask you something very direct." You nodded, vaguely suspecting what that might be.

"Am I allowed to kiss you?"

Your smile definetly was overtaking your features, now.

"Yes, you are."

"Great.", he whispered and then leaned down to meet your lips halfway. His kiss was soft and chaste at the same time, his mouth moving nicely against your own.

You were thankful for sitting down, as your knees felt like jelly, when he moved his fingers to your chin to carefully move your head in the direction he wanted. He gave your other hand a little squeeze, which made you chuckle against him.

You felt his smile, when you stopped kissing for a moment. In the next, your hands were on his cheeks and your tongue in his mouth - Brian didn't complain one bit.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?", you breathed out, when you parted.

"I would love to! I'm glad you asked, I think I would've been too shy to ask out such a handsome guy."

"Well, I'm not used to a pretty man being interested in me, either."

"Oh, please", he turned his head a little away from you, but you could still see his smile and "You're blushing!", you chuckled.

Brian was laughing a little embarassed, but you were littering his rosy cheeks in kisses until he was genuienly smiling and had a very red head.

"Do you feel better, now?"

"Yes", you moved your hand down to the back of his neck "And you?"

"Me too.", he gave you another little kiss, which was by far not the last one of the day.

[viiridiangreen]

there is Real Shit happening in the world but my idiot brain decided to rant about Funko Nerds for a sec sorry

listen it's whatever i'm not about to pull a picture of someone's ShelfieTM(💀) and have an aneurysm over it like Some Twitterheads did over pics of white ladies' stupid pointless consumerist stanley cup collections which ARE dumb and annoying and woefully uncreative expressions of suburban soulrot etc yet. harmless in the grand scheme of things (esp when some of those ladies' husbands collect firearms lmfao I DIGRESS). im not gonna name names im not gonna repost anyone's pic im not gonna go be an asshole in their comments.

but i do need to rant On This Here My Toxic Dump Of A Blog for a sec bc i just don't get.... the breed of collector that i'm gonna call Funko Nerd 4 short

like i GET the impulse to be Part Of The Club and ig a couple pieces of official merch have At Times caught my eye. a few have made me deranged obsessed unwell. I DID make that extremely silly art trade with this furry i met online where i drew its fursona in exchange for a code for bluesky which i ended up using like twice and the chance to buy a years old yet unworn Very Cool destiny sweatshirt off them. i was Besotted since that particular merch drop Dropped because it DOESN'T scream to the four winds that it's A Game Merch but instead it all had the First Light Lunar Installation logo.... stealth nerd apparel my beloved. i don't wanna look like a fan of the thing i wanna look like someone IN or FROM the thing. designers of shit like that you get it. i love you. i would've gone for the boots too on either that or the Europa drop if i'd had disposable income at the time.

BUT. UHH. if i ever found myself or a close loved one filling shelf after shelf & maybe getting a whole dedicated piece of light-up furniture for like. Licensed Merch perhaps even Still In Its Box & Meant To Remain There i'd just. i'd want piglet to pull the trigger yknow? lmao

and like i FULLY GET the impulse to collect shit. gathering Trinkets and Thingamabobs and Tchotchkes is the absolute shit. minimalism be damned magpie swag is hot & sexy etc whatever

but WHY.... THE HELL.... would someone choose to collect samey mass produced shit when fanmade merch sometimes even HANDMADE is fucking RIGHT THERE ?????

and the folx who collect Funko Shit tend to have -10000 sense of visual harmony & taste. they just throw all the shit together and expect that bc fellow nolifers know how much it costs how long delivery takes how limited the runs are they'll be impressed but i just. gag. even when each individual thing is a nice & well made figurine or charm or pin or whatever instead of pukeworthy to begin with & only lent value through Licensing the way it happens w actual funkos..... it looks sososososo ugly just thrown together like that.

whatever. it's not Bad it just Deeply Offends my sense of aesthetics. if i'm gonna spend money on silly vidyagaem / generally geeky stuff i want it to approximate the look of something that came From Within The Thing's Fictional Universe. & not just give "Worthless-Until-Licensed Plastic Garbage To Make Money Off The Thing" vibes.

i'd rather have like. a tiny handful of things that were made with love for both the inspiration and the craft. that feel good as hell to hold or use or look at. that would only get clocked as Nerd Shit by someone who's been in the trenches & has crawled exactly as deep inside the creators' asshole as you have....... than a whole spare room's worth of things designed by an overworked underpaid intern to fulfill the collectibles quota or w/e. but that's just me!!

this goes for tattoos too. every time i see someone get a TRADEMARKED LOGO ETCHED DIRECTLY INTO THEIR INTEGUMENTARY SYSTEM i projectile vomit inside ✨💖👌

this Grievance is Especially Silly coming from ME like. my living space objectively looks (& functions) like shit. these ppl showing off their Nerd Caves tend to At Least have like. Real Indoors Finishes And Furnishings instead of unsealed concrete nonsense and Insect Condos masquerading as walls. but. yeagh i like to imagine that if i lived in an apartment that was Made & Meant To Be An Apartment (instead of a halfassed halfconverted storage area / outdoor garage...) & had a moderate budget for decoration (???? fucking bougie propaganda brainrot 2 even think abt that in my situation lmfaooooo). i'd make Slightly More Tasteful Choices.

also i'm not vagueing anyone i've literally only seen this nonsense on facebook / lil bit on twitter

[danvswild]

Day 10 - Day 20

Idyllwild to Little Bear Springs Camp - 134.7 miles

I was going to try to post daily but its proving to be extremely difficult so here I am with 10 day updates.

So after my zero day at Idyllwild, I hitched out back to Paradise Valley Cafe and started my hike up San Jacinto, the first mountain challenge of the PCT. I've been struggling with blisters and knee pain so I'm still cautious about doing big miles but I think I could manage in a few weeks time! This is where we camped up on San Jacinto. It was right on the mountain ridge and we could see the clouds spill over into Palm Desert. It's very interesting to see a dense forest on one side of the mountain and a desert on the other. In the morning the frost had completely covered our tents.

The morning hike was absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful terrain and frost still hanging onto tree branches.

The night before summiting San Jac, we camped at this beautiful campsite overlooking the cloud covered town of Idyllwild.

Hiking in snow has been pretty brutal. We were doing about 1 mph, which can be fun at first but gets real old very fast. I hiked with a bunch of people I met on the trail and glad to say we crushed the first mountain challenge.

Okay the hike down was pretty sweet. My knee pain had subsided a bit and it finally warmed up. I was so cold every night on the mountain :/

Of course, we had to get In-N-Out! I've actually been to this exact In-N-Out when I used to live in LA so it felt pretty good to be back! I ate 3 cheese burgers and 4 fries, which I didn't even know my stomach could take. HIKER HUNGER IS REAL~

And back out to the trail. Next stop is Big Bear, which I also used to frequent in the winters to ski. I feel like I'm leaving out a bunch of stuff with these longer day updates but oh well~

The hike has been pretty sweet so far! Made it 200 miles out on the trail and I am loving it so far.

Diner brekkie is LAW. Once we got to Big Bear, we had to make sure to go to a proper American diner with bottomless coffee and some country fried steak. We are stoked to be here and to take a zero day after so long. We had just summited San Jac so we are sorely due for a shower, laundry, and town meals.

As I mentioned, I used to come here for short ski trips since it is a 2 hour drive from LA. I ran into so many familiar faces here and got some quality rest.

We hiked out to a nice stream and that concludes my 10 day update. If you want more detailed day to day updates on my progress, feel free to check out my IG: @_danvswild

I am feeling good so far! I've made tons of friends and I've been handing out a bunch of pins to people I meet on the trail. My feet and legs are getting stronger everyday and I am in love with the sense of amity and respect between hikers. I also feel a great deal of freedom and happiness from simply admiring the beauty on this Earth.

I realize I can only post when I am visiting town libraries so the updates will be sparse. Until I say I am off the trail, it is safe to assume that I am still somewhere out there on the PCT :D

[glaucouscherubim]

Beta ig #1 of YUU-VERSE/TWSTverse

Was it an accident? Did I know before? No. I absolutely didn’t.

But when I saw him standing in front of me, the man that looked like my ideal self… I just….

“We keep on getting intruders!” A student yells stubbornly from the crowd, “Who are you?” The masked man questions the other that just stepped from the portal.

The man took a slight bow, taking his hat off. It had a sort of shell design. His hair was not a deep brown like mine but more of a silver-blue like shine.

“Felixen Khanh-Ly. Well….” The man circles his hat at me, “Not you…. But I am technically you….”

“What the fuck?”

“That’s not very nice to say now, is it?” Felix chuckles, “I know, I know. This is…. Weird…. To say. I felt the same way when it happened to me.”

“Can someone just say what is going on?!” The tablet yells before quieting down. Possibly muting itself.

“Now, right…. You do have a point Shroud.” Other me spoke, “I am Felixen Khanh Ly, like you. But, I am from TWST-927599. A different universe, Call me Khan-yuu.”

“You expect us to just believe that?” A student questions with suspicion, “Of course not, Rosehearts.” Khan-Yuu answers with a smile. One that says a mischievous business man.

“You are Felixen Khanh Ly, TWST-7899264. I suppose you passed out in a toyshop?”

Correct….

“This is Twisted Wonderland. You know, like…. The video game, I presume?”

Video game?

“Yes! And now.” He opens up his arms, “WELCOME TO TWISTED WONDERLAND!”

.....

It’s been….. Six months since he’s been on the job?

Felix takes an orb from the small pouch, biting it and throwing it again. Once every single month, a small check up.

But, this wasn’t the check up, it was another intro. Another person that transferred from TPN-22789 to TWST-245568. It was two….

Felix takes a step through the portal, wearing the Ramshackle uniform he didn’t have the chance to get out of yet.

“Good evening, Little ones.” The two kids immediately went into a defensive form, holding up grappling hooks.

“Woah! Woah!” Felix places his hands up, He watches the baffled look on Riddle and Vil’s face. Or… the older ones….

The smaller and younger versions of Riddle and Vil wore the uniform and looked a bit battered. Numbers on their necks.

“I’m not a demon.” Felix answers, “I’m not a demon. I’m not a caretaker either….”

The children still looked on edge and on guard.

“Kids? They’re only kids?!” Crowley yelled, “They look kinda like Riddle and Vil…” Kalim points out, “I think that’s quite obvious…..”

Oh dear…

Felix thought to himself,

This will be messier than the first time he went on these missions….

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It's ooc with a few characters but yeah... this might be edited in the future anyways....

Not pre-read, this is a draft. My inbox is still open btw .3. please read th pinned post stuff first on my blog....