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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 1 year

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snippet with ari for writing chaos plz <3

“Why do gay people have to come out but straight people never do?” Ari asks casually one day when they are having dinner.

“Because the world is full of shitty people,” Rafe comments.

Valid.

“Helps with character development,” Max points out, swallowing the mouthful of pasta without chewing.

Gross.

Brothers are fucking gross.

“And straight people don't need character development?” Magnus chuckles.

Max replies immediately, “i mean they are straight. Nothing can redeem that.”

“This feels like a personal attack,” Rafe rolls his eyes at Max. “Being straight is not a crime you know.”

Arianna rolls her eyes at them before turning to her parents.

“Dad, how did you come out?”

Dad’s hand stops mid-way as he pauses.

“Dad smooched the fuck out of Bapak in the accords hall,” Rafe smirks at Dad, who exchanges a look with Bapak full of love.

How could she forget? She has heard this story a billion times.

The story of the kiss.

“That must have been so badass,” Ari says excitedly.

Something flashes across Dad’s face and it wasn't the same happiness she sees when anyone mentions the kiss.

“It wasn’t.”

Max and Rafe exchange a look before matching grins appear on their faces.

“Bapak, are you hearing this?” Rafe says dramatically.

Max puts a hand to his chest in mock hurt before adding fuel to the fire, “The disrespect. Bapak, if I was you, I would not have taken it.”

“These are grounds for divorce,” Rafael adds, grinning ear to ear as he fist-punches Max.

Ari chuckles at their idiocy but she doesn’t miss the look on Dad’s face or how Bapak fastens their hands together.

“It was the greatest kiss of my life,” Dad adds, smiling at Bapak.

“He is trying to cover it up now,” Max interrupts but Rafael punches him in the shoulder this time and Max raises his hands up in surrender.

“Like I said, it was the greatest kiss of my life but it was also the scariest moment of my life.”

“Because you made a declaration of your love?” Rafe asks.

Dad shakes his head. He hesitates before replying, “Because I kissed a man in a room full of homophobic assholes.”

“Oh.”

She feels a pit in her stomach for her dad, for how scared he must have felt.

Bapak shifts his chair closer to Dad and kisses his temple gently.

“We know that kiss made a statement, but no one should be forced to make statements like that. It shouldbe easier,” Bapak says in a gentle voice.

“See!” Arianna points out. “That's what I'm talking about. Like why should I have to go through the ordeal of having to sit through a coming-out conversation? ‘Hi, Dad. Hi Bapak. Just wanted to let you know that I’m into girls. I am still the same person I was and I hope you can accept it’. Fuck that shit,” Ari rambles. “I’m not doing that.”

Four pair of eyes turned on her and widened.

“What?”

“OH MY GOD!!”

“You’re into girls.”

Ari rolls her eyes at all of them, “Yes. I am a lesbian.”

“Magnus, did you hear that?” Alec says excitedly.

Ari pushes the chair back and stands up, “I just told you guys that I dont want this to be a big deal. I dont like the concept of coming out. So this is my formal request to not considering this a coming out.”

“We don’t care that you’re gay, Ari,” Max points out. “We care that you told us today.”

She knows that Max knows. Max knows everything about her. He always knows.

But she doesn’t understand everyone else’s reaction so she frowns “What does that mean?”

“It means that I won,” Dad pushes his hands in the air.

“What?”

Bapak, Rafe and Max all took out 100 dollars from their pockets and passed it to Dad.”

Ari’s eyes widen, “You bet on me?”

“Sure did, my baby.”

“You all are horrible, people.”

They all shrug in unison.

Assholes.

But her heart filled with warmth and love.

“How did you know?” Ari asks.

Rafael chuckles at the words, “Ari, you could not have a bigger crush on the babysitter if you tried.”

She rolled her eyes, “I could be staring at her to teach her a few things about fashion.”

“What about Marisa? The new transfer from L.A. Institute?” Max chuckles.

“She doesnt know how to throw an arrow.”

“You dont know that either. You are thirteen,” Dad comments with a grin on his face.

“And you have been obsessed with Aunt Izzy since you were a baby,” Bapak adds.

“That has nothing to do with me being a lesbian, thats ‘aunt izzy’ effect.”

Everyone nods at that.

“We been knew sis. We were waiting fo ryou to catch up,” Mac ruffles her hair.

“Fuck off, Max.”

“Language,” Dad says but his words barely had any heat.

“Can we move on and stop making fun at my expense?”

Ari knows they won’t stop because they are assholes like that.

Dad pauses for a minute before replying thoughtfully, “I think we should be allowed five more minutes of this.”

“Will I get my cut from your earnings?”

“10%?”

“50.”

“25 and that’s final.”

Ari grins, “Deal.”

“Also, who says straight people never come out?” Dad says after a minute.

Rafael’s eyes widens and he started yelling, “No. No. No. You promised.”

Max and Ari frown at whatever’s happening as Rafael hangs his head in shame.

“Bapak, we had a deal.”

Alec stands behind Rafael and ruffles his hair, “Why, rafe? What happened to ‘grounds for divorce?”

Bapak snorts at the words as Rafael whine, “Bapak, please. Help.”

“You poked the wrong bear, Rafael.”

Ari frowns and exchanged a look with Max who also seems equally out of the loop.

“What's going on?”

Dad puts both his hands on Rafe’s shoulder, who has his face in his hands and speaks, “Rafael came out when he was twelve.”

Both their eyes widen.

“What?”

“He came out as straight. He told us that he is not like us and apologised for that,” Dad laughs loudly.

Max starts jumping on the chair, laughing like this is the best thing he's heard in his entire life. Ari cannot help but laugh at Rafe himself, even though it’s cute and only Rafe would do something like this.

"Rafe, you are the biggest dork," Ari laughs.

“I was the victim of a horrible prank,” Rafael pouts and hides his face in Magnus’s shoulder. He looks up at Dad and glares. “I hate you.”

Dad bends to place a kiss on his head, “I love you too.”

It's only a few hours later when she is ready for bed, that Bapak and Dad knocks on her door.

“Hey.”

They don’t say anything, just cross the distance and hug her. She’s still waiting for her growth spurt and Dad and Bapak are fucking giants so she all but hides between the two of them.

No words are needed right now.

They know she knows.

#i hope you like it <3 #my baby is back #arianna lightwood bane #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #lightwood bane family

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isnorted12pixisticks · 11 months

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Hi pokies, as someone who’s been in the fandom for a hot sec I have some opinions

So buckle up or just scroll past because this is a long one it’s just me word vomiting into the void at this point

Burner account because some of y’all scare me 😘😘

‼️‼️THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS ‼️‼️

Ocean

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1. Wtf is y’all’s hate boner with her?

2. I have no clue where y’all got the idea that ocean parents are like these horrible abusive people. Like neglectful? Definitely . But I don’t think that Mr and Mrs offers their kid to take a hit off their bong are going to be incredibly strict and physically abusive towards her.

3. Ocean just a shity person with a superiority complex and that’s ok. she doesn’t need horrible stuff happening to her to justify that

4.Ocean was a bad friend to Constance, she was constantly putting her down through back handed remarks and talking over her “ she has self esteem issues why wouldn’t she?” “ do we really need another organ donor?” And not to mention her say that she believed that Constance did nothing with her life.

Noel

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1. For the love of god stop making him an uwu soft boy twink <- this is not directed at people who just draw/ Write him with more feminine traits I do the same. I’m talking about those who infantilize him as the helpless soft boy who just needs a big strong man (Mischa) in his life and suddenly everything will be ok

2. I hate The Noel is Talia through either a code name or straight up catfish theory

A. The catfishing theory is problematic at best. Yes let’s take the single openly gay character and have him prey on another man character for his own satisfaction. Idk if Mischa’s cool with it in your fanfic it’s still weird

B. To me at least, Talia as a code name for noel just takes away the whole meaning behind her character. Talia is Mischa’s last connection to Ukrain. We see throughout the musical he was constantly trying to text her meaning they spoke constantly. She was his one and only lifeline, something for him to focus on and push through his shity situation to get to

Mischa

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1. I beg of y’all stop himboafying this man, I get he’s big and strong but he’s not dumb😭

A. Mischas smart guys!!!! I get alot of actors portray him struggling with English at times but y’all got to remember fluency ≠ intelligence gance. it’s like his 3rd language cut him some slack. he speaks Ukrainian, Russian, English, and even some Dutch ( not even the Dutch speak Dutch)

B. Just look at his saw6 monologue! Man had an in-depth video essay explaining on a horror movie just ready to go when ocean put him on the spot

C. Mischa can be incredibly eloquent with his words when he wants to be. Ex his Talia monologue/ when he tells Noel he knows what clichés are

2. Listen Im obsessed with Gus halper so I get it we love his mischa BUT DONT COMMENT ABOUT HIM ON NON GUS MISCHAS

Talia

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1. Stop 👏 hating 👏 on 👏 Talia 👏

A. I’ve seen so many people make Talia just a straight bitch in fanfics to justify Mischa not being with her and that feels weird to me

2. The amount of people I’ve seen straight up hating on Talia for doing absolutely nothing but “stand in the way of nischa” is wild. Like I don’t get how you can look at her, a character who doesn’t even have a single line and be like ya no fuck you

Ricky

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1. I revoke my previous statement , I’ve seen some people ( mostly rp accounts) be weird ableist to not only Ricky as a character but his actors and I don’t need to explain why that’s gross

Jane

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1. Honestly I don’t have anything to say here I haven’t really seen anything granted it is pretty hard to mess up a character who’s whole point is shes a blank slate

Constance

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1. I think a lot of the fandom is guilty of seeing constance as just the “ sweet nice wholesome mom friend of the group” when (to me at least) the whole point of Constance was that people thought she was this, was because the never bothered to get to know her past that .

2. In her monologue it’s heavily hinted at that Constance was suffering with depression leading up to the cyclone.

A. Ontop of this we can see throughout musical she was self deprecating “Lost her virginity in a crap box in a crappy town, why of course she did.” you should always laugh at guys jokes otherwise they’ll think your a cow” AND PEOPLE DONT TALK ABOUT THSI ENOUGH

3. Also I dont get the “mom of the group” thing. Like she was nice to everyone and ocean mentioned that she baked but that’s about it

4. I don’t thinks it’s acknowledged enough that Constance was SAd. I don’t care if she wanted to loose her virginity, shes under aged and by Constance’s own emissions the carny was in his 30s

The fandom

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1. Listen I love some angst as much as the next person but there’s a difference between angst and just some straight up hurt p*rn (especially with ocean, again wtf is y’all hate boner for her) I’ve seen literal SA fics written about her wtf

2.This one goes out specifically to you rtc rp accounts😘😘😘 (both on and off this app) there’s a time and a place to rp guys

A. If you're talking to other rp accounts then pop off. But That being said I’ve seen a lot of rp accounts bleed over into non rp post/ videos, while this is normally fine I’ve seen quite a few accounts pushing their head cannons on other non rp accounts as if their facts or an authority on the matter. Again nothing wrong with rp accounts / sharing your head cannons, just time and place guys

3. Look I get it plenty of the actors/ actresses that have been in rtc are attractive but some of y’all need to remember the characters themselves ARE CHILDREN

4. On the topic of the actors/ actresses some of y’all need to learn what boundaries are

5. I saw someone try to pull some pro ship bullshit with the characters once and it haunts me

Rtc

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Listen. I absolutely love ride the cyclone, I’ve been hyper fixatingon it for the past years now that being said I’ve seen more than enough productions to get my fair share of opinions on it

1. Real Ukrainian war footage in Talia

A. It feels in very poor taste at best and just strange up gross at worst to the situation at hand. I get it Mischa’s Ukrainian and that’s a very important part to his character but that doesn’t mean you need to throw real war footage to the end of the song.

B. Talia and mischa story as a whole is tragic enough as is. You don’t need to add in the fact that on top of Talia possibly not even being real we’re now throwing in the possibility that she died in the war? It just seems like over kill to me.

2: Ricky’s disability being written out of the script was really gross. Like I get it they wanted to avoid another yannick situation but this like the worst possible way to go about it

There probably more but I’ve been at this for like 2 hrs (I’m going to update this as things come to me so stay tuned)

#rtc rant #rant post #rtc #ride the cyclone

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avintagepumpkin · 7 months

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The Kitten-Stu Macher oneshot

I read a comment asking someone to write a story about Stu having a wife and kids, so I wrote a quick one-shot.

Trigger Warning: Mature sexual language, Stu being Stu, talking inappropriate around children

Not proofread

It was a little after 5 p.m., and you were running late. It normally wouldn't bother you, but you didn't like to leave Stu home alone with the kids for too long. He wasn't exactly your idea of a suitable babysitter, great father but horrible responsible adult, so you try and limit his nanny care to only an hour two at the most.Your boss had called an urgent meeting and you had told Stu that you would get your cousin to watch them but he insisted, he was even a bit hurt that you didn't trust him with his own children.

"Stu, are you 100% sure you can handle them while I'm gone.?"

Asking for the 100th time from the bathroom while putting on eyeliner.

"You know Y/N, I find it a tad bit offensive that you don't think I can handle taking care of my own sperm nuggets if you're not present."

He finished with a wince as he took a knee to the nuts. Grabbing your oldest child and lifting them into the air as they were laughing maniacally.

"Oh, you think it's funny to make daddy want to vomit?"

He laughed as he body slammed them into the bed, then he reached to his back and grabbed your youngest by the waist, slinging them to the front and pile driving them almost knocking their heads together, then went on to deliver blow after blow to their stomachs as they kicked and screamed, laughing the whole way.

"Honey, it's not that I don't think you're capable. It's just that you tend to be a little lax where you shouldn't."

" I'll have you know I am a strict disciplinarian, just last night I told Boo that 5 year olds can't dress up like Leatherface for Halloween. Do you know how hard that was? "

You rolled your eyes and went back to the mirror.

"The fact that she even knows who Leatherface is, that's the issue Stu."

"Mommy!"

Boo was now tugging on your dress, wanting your attention.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Daddy told me that I couldn't be Leatherface because grandma already was."

Stu let's out a loud obnoxious laugh like it's the funniest thing he's ever said. All you can do is give him a stern look of disapproval.

"Honey, why don't you and James go get ready for breakfast? Your daddy will be down in a second."

With that, both of the kids took off downstairs, noise and all. You were trying to finish getting dressed, but Stu, of course, had other plans. He comes up behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder, admiring you in the mirror.

"You know this dress would look so much better on the floor."

He slowly starts to unzip it while kissing your neck.

"Stu sweetheart, our kids need to eat."

"Yes, so does daddy,"

He whispers in your ear as he kisses the lobe.

Turning you around, he lifts you up on the sink, stepping in between your legs. You can feel him pushing up against your groin. He was definitely aroused. Still kissing your neck, his hands start to rub your breasts. You want nothing more than to give in.

"Honey, stop, I have to get to work,"

"Yes, I know,"

He begins to slide his hand up your thigh.

Just as you're about to give in, you hear a blood curdling scream. The both of you run downstairs to find Boo in front of the TV dancing and singing to some show. Stu sighs, scooping her up and sitting down on the couch with her on his lap next to James as you head back upstairs to finish getting ready.

10 minutes later, you come back down and see that Stu has made breakfast. Well, he threw waffles in the microwave and called it a day, but they were content. You give each a kiss and say your goodbyes when James asks

"Mom, what's a cockblock?"

You look at Stu in disbelief as he's putting his hand over James mouth, he smiles

"Dont listen to him, he's crazy"

then Boo begins laughing and says,

"Daddy said I'm a cookbook"

You take a deep breath and pat her on her head, looking at Stu once again

"Nice, I'm out. Are you sure you've got this?"

He grabs both kids in between both arms, leaving them dangling like potato sacks so they can all walk you out.

"Of course, what can go wrong?"

"I'll be no longer than 2 hours, I promise"

And with that, you kiss them all goodbye and pull off, leaving them waving like maniacs as you leave.

Now, finally, after 7 hours, you were pulling into your driveway. You couldn't wait to see everyone and get your hugs and kisses. You half expected the house to be burned down, but there it stood, exactly as you left it.

Walking in, you were shocked to see everything was clean and organized. You weren't sure if you had walked into the right home, it was so quiet. You walked around looking for everyone. Finally, upstairs in your bedroom, you hear Stus voice. He's reading the kids a story as their drifting off to sleep on your bed. He shushes you and quietly gets up and gives you a kiss.

You had to admit you felt a bit guilty for thinking he couldn't do it. You both walk back downstairs and head to the kitchen. He hands you a plate as you sit down at the table,

"You're late"

He sounded a bit upset.

"Yea, I'm so sorry. It took so much longer than I thought it would."

He looked at you and motioned for you to eat.

"So everything went OK?"

The way he was looking at you made you feel a little uneasy. He wasn't talking and was just staring.

You're just about to say something when you hear the kids coming down the stairs.

"Mommy!!"

They both yell, jumping in your lap.

"You're finally home,"

James declares.

"Did yall have fun with daddy?"

"YES!!!!"

They both started going through their day,

"He let us eat icecream and we had pizza for lunch, than we went to the park and he swung the merry go round so fast I flew off."

"You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No, just fell on my ass."

"James, language."

Stu is still just staring at you.

"Honey, what's wrong? You're being oddly quiet."

Stu kept the same emotionless face

"Mommy!"

Boo starts tugging on your dress again.

"What is it dear?"

"Did you bring home the kitten?"

You looked at her confused but noticed Stus eyes had widened.

"Honey, what kitten?"

"Daddy told Uncle Billy that he couldn't wait to feed the kitten when you get home."

Stu grabbed her up,

"You weren't supposed to hear that, time for bed you two."

He kissed her cheek and pushed her and James towards the stairs. You glared at him as you went up the stairs to tuck the kids in, Stu followed closely behind you. After they were all tucked in, you and Stu went to your own room. He wasted no time kissing the back of your neck and unzipping your dress.

"Stu, I'm tired."

"Oh, come on, Daddy has been waiting to bury his snake all day."

You turned around and looked at him

"You really need to be more careful with what you say around them"

"Oh come on, they didn't hear that"

" No, but Boo heard your kitten comment to Billy earlier"

Stu giggled and pulled you down on the bed.

" I truly didn't know she heard that, plus don't blame me, you're the one who left me for 7 hours alone, you know I can't be trusted"

You just rolled your eyes and went to get up.

"If anything, I should be upset with you"

He scoffed and mocked, being hurt. You laid back on the bed, too exhausted to continue this conversation when you knew you weren't going to win.

"Fine Stu, be mad at me, I'm gonna go shower,"

You went to get up, but he pulled you back down. He laid his chin on your shoulder and stared at you with his big puppy dog eyes. He knew it was your weakness, but you pushed him off and started heading towards the shower. He dramatically threw himself back onto the bed and let out a big sigh. You stopped at the bathroom door and looked his way.

"If you can behave yourself long enough for me to shower, I'll let you feed the kitten."

Stu shot up and gave you a salute, clicking his heals together.

"Sir. yes. sir, my cock and I will be standing at attention till your return."

You finished your shower and sure enough there he stood nude as the day he was born with a huge hard on.

"I'm gonna drill you all night long, baby."

You walked to him as he wrapped you in his arms.

"Military huh, what happened to feeding the kitten?"

"Oh, I'm about to feed her real good,

#headcannon #scream #stu macher #scream 1996 #billy loomis

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breadandblankets · 7 months

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20 questions writer meme.

thank you @crimsonrainseekingflower for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

101,970

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MXTX (SVSSS, TGCF), Fallout, Batfam, Bungou Stray Dogs, and i just started writing for S & D Tier

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the window to the soul (and other such fallacies): scumplane fixit/romance told through weekly tea breaks i fell in (to a burning ring of fire): moshang fast burn strangers to married in under 5 hours a conversation i just can't have tonight: moshangliu chronic pain au pt 1 extreme hurt very little comfort and all this devotion I never knew at all: tgcf he xuan gets Hugged!!!! Agenda!!!! this has baby ghost kings and cuddles and v strong XL til the morning when it's time for us to go: msl chronic pain au pt 3 shangliu dates extreme fluff very little hurt, except for mbj he's suffering

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! usually!! i just like to let people know that i am appreciating their appreciation.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

thats fucking Hard cause i put some of them svsss boys thru some Shit, probably life is a current which cannot be fought which is less a fic and more of an archived twitter thread in which SQQ gets angsty drafts of PIDW and are trying desperately to stop it only for it all to go horribly wrong and everyone dies! it ends with cumplane! cause im evil! i should reformat that into something readable tbh

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

besides my hugging ghost kings agenda uhhh probably my dear atlas (let me hold the sky for you) which is a tianlang-jun/yue qingyuan crushing (like the cuddling method)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yep! i delete it

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes i do! any kind really, ive got everything from trans lesbian threeways to getting dommed by an actual literal computer tower (and a soft spot for tianyue which features a penis haver using a strap on)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

only one! its ongoing and a tgcf/dc fusion in which jason todd comes back as a ghost and gets trained by HC and HX (with secret guest appearance from BWX if anyone is paying attention ;) ): so i can find someone to rely on (and run to them)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no? i dont think so

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but i have had someone make a podfic!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

if you count twitter threads? or someone coming up with an idea and i expand on it? otherwise nope

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

impossible choice but uhhh idk maybe moshang? maybe?

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

in the morrows, good mourning a moshang serial killer/mortician au, unless i get some surge of inspiration its pretty much dead in the water (unless someone wants to finish it 🥺🙏)

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue/voices

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

whatever the fuck they're doing During the dialogue

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i mean i do my best, i prefer to have it translated in line

19. First fandom you wrote for?

doctor who by hand in a notebook lmao

20. Favorite fic you've written?

recently ghost jason! other than that if someone would only want to be sweet and kind (nsfw)

Tagging: @livingmeatloaf @owldork1998 and anyone else who wants in!!!

#tag games #thank youuuu alex this was fun

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 2 years

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You are not wrong for wanting to be loved. But you don't allow yourself to heal and to grow by focussing so very intensely on being loved by someone else. You are outsourcing a good portion of your healing process onto a non existent other person you are hoping for. I know what I am talking about because I was the same for a long time and very much in denial about that. It's good to allow yourself to be sad and to want love and a relationship. If you would repress that wish, it would just get bigger and worse. So I don't agree with people who criticise you for talking about it. In fact, I think letting it all out here is a good thing. But I am hoping that it isnt in your mind all the time in such an intensity because that would mean that you dont even want to try to take your own hand and take a little step forward. I think thats where many of other peoples comments are coming from. I know so many young women who lost themselves to trauma and dont want to build the strength to catch themselves because they are hoping for the strength of someone else. You dont need to hold that hope literally but it speaks out of the degree of intensity and desperation regarding that desire. And guess what, maybe you will find a relationship while still being stuck in your healing process. Maybe it will go right, maybe it will go wrong. It depends fully on luck because you are not at a point where you can navigate these things safely for yourself. But thats okay. I am wishing you the spark and then the strength to get to a point where you are able to take things into your own hands. And until then I wish you the best of luck.

I am not that desperate for a relationship anymore but I am still a failure in societal terms. No job, no drivers license, lots of trauma and sadly an illness thats currently kicking my butt and makes future plans even more impossible. But I have grown so much the past years and when I met a friend of mine recently (who has a job, house, boyfriend etc) I was shocked to see how little she had grown in "soul" (not believing in anything but you know what i mean) and mind. She in turn told me that she admires me for being so calm and gentle with myself. Thats when I realized how much I had grown, despite still being a failure from an external view. I think you are very well able to reach such a point.

Reading what you write I see a gentle and smart person. That just measures herself by standards that wont make her happy even when fulfilled. And thinks that those fulfilled standards are what would make her loveable.

I know that a lot of what I say and would say to you sounds cynical to you or wont fully reach you. I had people tell me all sorts of useful but ultimately useless things when I was in a similar position to yours. Hell, minus the desire for a relationship I am STILL very much in a similar position to yours and have them telling me stuff and advice I think is complete nonsense. But those things people tell you are like seeds and some will bloom someday, even years later. And some wont and thats fine.

There is one thing I would like to ask of you and please dont see this as an attack or something to dislike yourself for. You talk extremely harshly about yourself, which of course is your right to vent especially on a private blog. When you call yourself a failure or useless for not reaching certain societally expected goals you are calling other people the very same thing. To be extremely honest, that hurts to read (which isn't an accusation but a statement of fact). You do not only deem yourself a horrible person unworthy of good things, you deem those "failings" in themselves to be properties that make any person horrible and unworthy. Do you mean that? If yes, I will unfollow you with a heavy heart because I do not think of people like you or me as a failure or anything else destructive or hateful.

If no, and you only apply these things to yourself, I ask you to (if you like) try to see yourself a little bit through external eyes. Kind external eyes that is. Those with which you would look at someone else who tries really really hard but just doesnt get there yet, or maybe never. That this person is still doing a very fine job at being alive. I wish I could lend you my eyes for a minute and give you some time and space to breath

Anon, thank you so much for your kind heart and for taking the time to write this all out to me. It means so much 💕 I know it was down the bottom but it felt really important to me so I wanted to address it first ; I’m genuinely sorry from the bottom of my heart that my comments about myself leaked over into what you thought I might feel about other people. But it’s fully and 100% not how I feel about other people in similar situations. I’m just very angry at myself and frustrated over where my life is, so I use harsh words like that. I also do it because it tends to hurt less when others say them to me if I say it first. But never for a second have I thought that way about anyone else, and I’m sorry if it seemed like it did. I’ll try harder to refrain from phrasing things in a way that could group others into my feelings that are solely about myself. 💕

As for the first bit I think it is on my mind all the time. I have a very unhealthy and unrealistic , maybe not obsession, but desire to love someone and be loved. I can admit that I put too much into it. But I don’t really know how to stop. Like I can say I don’t care or try to not care as much but those feelings don’t go away. For me the most important thing in life is love, so not having that relationship is hard for me. I try to not priorities it so much, but genuinely don’t know how to stop those feelings because no matter what I do they are just there. I don’t necessarily want the strength from someone else. I just want someone to make it worth it. I’m not expecting anyone to fix me or save me or change me. I just want that person that I can look to and feel like putting in the effort for. I hate myself very much and my main thing is just trying hard to not cause trauma for other people. I don’t live for myself and I don’t know how to live for myself. But living for other people who are all off and happy with others in their own way is hard for me sometimes. Having that person who I love and who loves me and knowing I’m trying to get better for and do my best for so I can make her life the best it can be feels very comforting to me. But I also know there is a whole bunch of problems within that as well and isn’t healthy either. So I guess it’s a good thing I’m not in a relationship because that’s probably too much to put on someone. I just genuinely don’t know how to not feel that way. Maybe it’s something that pass as I get older, I don’t really know.

Also I’m so happy and proud of you!! I think that’s so incredible you’ve able to get yourself to that point and grow in that way 💕💕💕 it’s amazing!! And I hope you continue to do so. I don’t know you, but just from this I can tell you are an amazingly kind and wise person. This world is absolutely blessed to have you in it - as am I that you reached out to me, so thank you 💖🌸

I’m sorry again for how my comments about myself can come across. I do promise to work harder to make it seem that way. Because it certainly isn’t true 💕💕💕

Thank you again so much for reaching out and I hope you have an amazing and beautiful day 🌸🌸🌻💕💕💖

#asks #anon #answered

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pinkseas · 1 year

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[parasocial bestie] I HAVE TO BE FRFRFR WITH U IT TAKES JUST AS MUCH PRACTISE. AS WRITING I THINK. altho with my current experience in Writing thats not walls of texts of Ramble and Self Indulgence i be thinking writers wud have it harder esp vocabulary.... like man how u words how do u get the pacing right YOU DID GOT IT SO RIGHT HAVE U ANY IDEA REREADING UR TWO SILLY FICS + VIOLENCE FIC STILL GETS ME IN TEARS or i am just that of a sucker to specific emotions in general SKDFJHSDKJFH LIKE IDKKKKK like holy facken shit it took u a decade and my first attempt at just Writing even 500 words it felt like forever...... turns out intense eyeballing on chunks of words in great fics do not work like i do to improve in art nods nods [takes notes] yes that is my only way of even Understanding how art works LMAO

"words of someone who would KILL to be able to accomplish this tone and such in So Many Fewer Words but who does Not Know How To Do That so ten hundred billion words it is" HAHRGKADFKSDJH I WONT STOP UUUU ALTHO ITS A BIG BEEG STRETCH I WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT YEW WITH MY LITTOL ANON HANDS SHIELD U WITH MY COOL ANON SHADES....... in these cases u shud not stop someone from burnout by blocking da way u shud JOIN THEM AND PUSH ON TOGETER AND DAS A MOTTO

NO BUT THAT SILLY GENUINELY MAKES ME A LIL SILLY A LIL UEUEUEUEUEUE i didnt expect that extra comment like srsly cus like UHUHUHUHU IM GLAD U THINK THAT WAY and i honestly think its either a natural response to me or not cus me with my own circle of close friends we'd always support each other in ways it's on equal respect depending on what need to be treated like yknow?? altho by default we're all nice to the other its always a main thing not to let another person's slip ups slide, bad moments carry them away or get our egos inflate so hard so that sort of morals we had tgt kinda ingrained on me to treat any other person like dat like its normal... im nawt gonna lie to u i used to be Way more insensitive and impulsive before and our exchanges coulda been wildly different if it werent for my own besties and it helps me gather!! more besties out of my safe space!!! LIKE YEAHGHHHHAHHHH KDSJFHSDKJH AND IT GOT ME TO U!! AND I WANNA BE GENUINELY NICE AND SUPPORTIVE TO U WHEN I CAN EVEN BEHIND THESE LIL ANON SHADES!!!!!!!!!!! cus its always been. a normal human thing 2 do. like yknow. and i am not gonna keep contradicting myself when dats something id want to influence on my stories and silly lil brainrots too anyways i also got a lil silly but idc ilysm <333333333333333 AND U DESERVE ALL DA KINDNESS FROM ME AND ALL UR BESTIES TOO :muscle_arm: x2743573495 cus i am sending this ask thru pc sob

vocabulary 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 my bestest friend my worstest enemy im so srs it is Everything to me and also i cannot stand it. horrible. awful. beautiful. perfect.

YOU CANT JSUT TELL ME YOU RTEREAD THEM ILL FUKINGCCG EXPLODE OH MY GODFDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD i need to write violence fic part 2 and maybe even a part 3 where its not the same little world and the violence is scaramouche himself hunting dottore down ohhhhh that'd be so lovely but also i dont think im good enough or creative enough with gore to do that thought justice im gonna be SO fr. YOU CANT JUST SAY THEY GET YOU IN TEARS I WILL FUKCVINFG EXPLOFDE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dies. dies. dies. anyways. i will never forget being like 11 or 12 years old and roleplaying warriors cats on my kindle <- genuinely my introduction to writing for fun outside of just school stuff. i wrote for YEARS and then i all but stopped writing for Also Years to the point where i genuinely thought i just. couldnt do it anymore. gone. i barely managed anything no matter what i tried and i got sooo frustrated and also just didnt really enjoy it? but thats bc my mental health was fucking horrific and the better i started doing the more i started really writing who would've thought LMAO no bc like 2?? years ago ??????? id basically given up !!!!!!! and then there were a couple tiny fics and then photosynthesis and i was like oh. i Can still write and i Do still have so much fun with it. and now i am unstoppable amen

writing is weird bc reading fics CAN help but i think reading books helps better? and its this constant state of like. ive heard with art that tracing genuinely helps, ofc you cant claim it for your own or anything but there's that sort of muscle memory and learned proportions and the practice of doing the same thing over and over again i think is a good thing? i think ??????? and in writing you rly cant copy anyone word for word and get anything out of it, it doesnt teach you anything it doesnt get you any further there's no sort of muscle memory connected with it. but what ive done a lot is looked at writing i rly loved and been like. okay so if i wanted to do this how would i accomplish it? i cant guess other writers thought processes but i can figure out how id reach a similar end goal ig ?? and in my own writing if im failing to accomplish what i want its a matter of ok, what DO i want, what if i change pov, what if i change the setting, what if i change the circumstance, etc etc which i think you could probably do the same thing in art if smth felt off or wasnt looking right ?? maybe ??? idk at this point my writing is a massive patchwork quilt of countless other authors and fic writers and a surprising amount of my own experience and ive noticed a lot of repeating elements in my own writing whether fics or original content and i dont really know How i got here but here i am. and ON TOP OF THAT actually seeing fanart ALSO helps my writing because ill see an expression or design or setting or anything that i really love and immediately start thinking of how to describe it in words yknow ???

im literally rambling so much today this is so fucking awful. awful day for the pinkseas community or at least pinkseas herself god help me

JOIN THEM AND PUSH ON TOGETHER............ UR LITTLE ANON SHADES............................. crying shaking sobbing bawling ily so fucking bad :((((((((((((( /pos we r pushign forward Togehter...

my rly close friends and i are the same way its SO so so lovely, having that constant respect and support and helping each other grow and learn its soooo. dsfmgndfmgfd. and trust me i also used to be a lot more insensitive and impulsive than i am now but ive learned sm and my own friends have helped sm and !!!!! we are soooooooo handshake emoji rn 10 million handshakes for us

UR SENDING IT ON PC AND IM ANSWERING ON PC </33333333 no bc organizing my thoughts on my phone is the worst ever but on my pc i dont have a bunch of heart emojis to spam at my fingertips its so sad....... sometimes when i rly wanna include them ill save as a draft and just put the emojis in and post it on my phone LMAO

#parasocial bestie tag #I WAS GONNA DELETE LIKE HALF OF THIS AND THEN REMEMBNERED WHAT U SAID ABT DELETING STUFF #and like this isnt rly writing thoughts or ideas or anything so idk if it coutns but #i am Strong i will Not delete my silly rambling i will simply press on

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honeysugarcoves · 3 years

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May I please make a nsfw request please? As a bisexual disaster of a person lol

Bfd!Bucky and Bfm!Natasha x remale reader. Where she goes home with her roommate(bucky and nats daughter) for the holidays and bucky and natasha give a very very warm welcome. If you dont do threesome thats okay, yoy can choice which one

𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 • 𝐵.𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑠 & 𝑁.𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

pairing: bfd!bucky barnes x reader x bfm!natasha romanoff , reader x rebecca barnes (platonic)

word count: 3.6k

warning: 18+ minors dni, reader is 18+, threesome (ffm), nipple play, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering,squirting,pet names (pretty girl,sweetheart,котенок), begging, face sitting (nat sitting on readers face), praising, a bit of degradation,facial,semi dark!Bucky and Nat??

translate: медовый = honey, котенок = kitten (i used google translate so i apologize if this is inaccurate)

request : no | yes

note: my bi panic is rising!!!! thank you anon for this wonderful request. i had so much fun writing this!! ( i got lost in writing so sorry it’s kinda long). like,comment, and reblog☺️🧸🤍!

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“Pretty please. Come on, it's only a week!” Rebecca whines for the 100th time. You roll your eyes at her whines. It’s christmas break, people leaving their dorms going out of town back home. Rebbeca planned going back to New York to be with her parents. You of course was going to stay in your dorm and probably watch horrible christmas movies

“Becca we’ve been over this.” you groan. “I don’t want to go. I’m perfectly fine staying here and watching movies.” you said rolling over in your bed

“Oh come on. You’re only saying that because your parents had to cancel on you.” Becca groans looking at you. That was true. You were planning on going back home to your parents, if they haven't canceled on you to go to Hawaii.

“Hey! I will have you know that they didn’t cancel on me, they simply rescheduled.” you say making Becca chuckle.

You and Becca have been best friends since the beginning of college. You two met while moving into your dorms. She has been there for you ever since. Becca has met your parents before when they made a surprise visit to your dorm in October. However you never met Becca’s parents nor know what they look like.

“C’mon I'm asking you for this one favor. They’re expecting you anyways.” that made you shoot your body up looking at her with shock written all over your face.

“They what now!?” you ask in disbelief. Becca grins at you and nods.

“Yeahh I may or may not have told them you were coming.” Becca says rubbing the back of her neck. You groan loud before dropping back on the bed.

“Becca I'm going to kill you.” you say with a monotone voice. Becca just rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips.

“You know you can’t live without me.” she says winking at you, making you let out a eww and chuckling. You stop laughing and look at her. Her greenish blue eyes give you puppy eyes, her lips pouting. You have a mental battle in your head before looking up at her

“Alright alright fine i’ll go.” you close your eyes, shaking your head. Becca squeals and jumps up and down, letting out a series of ”thanks you” and “you won’t regret this”

“Okay pack up! We’re leaving in two hours.” she states happily walking out the room. You sigh not wanting to go. This is about to be a long week.

Becca pulls up to her parents house. It’s kinda what you expected. A two story house, a little garden on the front lawn, white picket fence, lawn nice and cut. Looks like a modern house in a movie.

“Damn Bec’s. This is a kinda nice house.” you say admiring the house from the outside. Becca laughs at your adoration of the house.

“It’s basic as fuck” she chuckles turning off the car. You both get out of the car and get your bags from the back seat. You packed light because it’s only a week and there isn’t much to do during the winter.

You walk to the front door ringing the doorbell. Nervousness running through your body. You look down and see the doormat that has “Barnes” written in cursive. What if they don’t like you? What if they don’t think you’re a good friend for Becca?

“Welcome home darling!” a soft voice brings you out of your thoughts. You look up to see short red headed women, green eyes soft and welcoming, lips plump and painted red from her lipstick. She has on a tight red dress that shows her curves in the right places. She pulls Becca into a hug swinging them side to side.

“Hey mom! This is Y/N. The girl I was telling you about.” Becca says, pulling away from the hug. The woman turns her head and looks at you, making eye contact. You could’ve sworn you saw lust in her eyes for a second before it turns back to welcoming.

“Hi Mrs.Barnes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” you say sticking your hand out. The woman looks down at your hand before pulling you into a tight hug. You let out a huff, face scrunching at how tight the hug is. You turn to look at Becca who just gives you a shrug smiling. The woman pulls away and looks at you in the eyes.

“Sorry. I’m a hugger and please call me Nat.” Nat says. Nat… why does that name sound so good. “Now let’s go inside. It’s cold out here.” Nat says pulling you out of your thoughts. You all agree and head inside.

You all walk to the living room and see a tall man standing there. Broad shoulders, shoulder length hair, salt and pepper scruffy beard, piercing blue eyes meeting yours, he has a smile on his face… almost excited to see you??

“Welcome home doll.” He greets Becca. Becca walks towards him and pulls him into a bone crushing hug. Yeah she’s definitely a daddy’s girl.

“Hi dad. I missed you.” she says, sounding muffled from her face buried into his chest. The man chuckles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Missed you too doll.” he says smiling warmly. “You’re not going to introduce me to your friend?” he asks, looking up at you. Becca pulls away mumbling a quick sorry.

“Dad, this is Y/N, my roommate. Y/N this is my dad.” Becca introduces. You smile nervously, holding your hand out to shake. He takes your hand into his, giving it a good shake. Gosh your hand feels so tiny in his big ones.

“Hi Mr.Barnes. Pleasure to meet you.” you say shyly. The man chuckles softly before pulling his hand away.

“Please call me Bucky.” he says. Bucky… why does that name also sound so good. Wonder what it would sound like if you were moaning his name.

“Well you girls go ahead and get settled. Becca please show Y/N to the guest room. Dinner will be ready soon.” Nats voice breaks you out of your trance once again. Becca nods and tells you to follow her.

As you’re walking up the stairs you feel eyes burning into the back of your head. You turn and see both Nat and Bucky staring at you with lustful eyes. You also saw Bucky eyes trailing down to your ass. What the hell is going on?

A few hours later and you’re settled into the guest room. It's nothing special. A queen size bed with a white headboard, a full body mirror in the corner, white dresser and nightstands. You already unpacked your clothes, folding them neatly into the draws. You’re currently laying on the bed on your phone scrolling through social media when you hear a knock on the door. You look up and see Mr.Barn- Bucky leaning in the doorframe.

“Hey. Dinners ready.” he says looking at you, well more like looking at your body. You changed out of your clothes into a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. That didn’t go unnoticed by the way he was trailing his eyes up and down your body.

“Thank you Mr.Barnes. I’m a little underdressed.” you say looking down at the floor. You hear footsteps approaching you. A soft warm hand touches your chin making you face up at him. His blue eyes piercing at your eyes.

“Sweetheart, it's okay. It’s just dinner. Becca has also changed out of her clothes. Don’t sweat sweetheart.” he says softly. You look at him nodding

His grip on your chin tightens making you flinch slightly. “Also i told you to call me Bucky not Mr.Barnes. I don’t like repeating myself sweetheart.” he says, his tone showing nothing but dominance. You nod. His grip tightens.

“Words sweetheart.” he says, words harder and deeper

“Yes sir.” you said, voice sounding pathetic. Almost like your submitting to him

He smirks at your pathetic voice. His hand drops from your chin. He walks away without a word. You’re just sitting there, in pure shock at what just happened.

Dinner was a very.. awkward experience. You sat there while Becca was talking about school and her classes. You only speak when spoken to. You felt Nats and Bucky staring at you. You just ignored their stares and kept eating in silence hearing Becca talk about her classes.

You’re currently laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. Somehow you couldn't help but stop thinking about the experience earlier with Bucky. The way his voice dropped when he spoke to you. The grin on his face after you called him sir.

Nat was no better. Her perfect curves imprinted in your mind, those beautiful plump lips, her eyes when she gave you a lustful look.

It started getting hot, so you decided to go get some water. Crawling out of bed softly not wanting to wake anyone up. You walk down the stairs to the kitchen. It’s dark and quiet so you assumed everyone’s asleep… or so you thought. Getting a bottle of water from the fridge, closing the door softly you yelp loudly at Nat standing right there in front of you.

“Shhh sorry медовый, didn’t mean to startle you now.” she says quietly, chuckling. You chuckle softly, placing a hand over your chest.

“I’m sorry Mrs.Barn- I mean Nat.” you say. You notice she’s no longer laughing. Looking at you with hardened lustful eyes. Uh oh.

“What did I tell you earlier котенок.” she says, voice dropping to nothing but control and lust. You instantly gulp at her tone. Is this deja vu? Is this really happening?

“I’m sorry Mrs. Barn- I mean Nat. It’s just a habit.” you say trying to get your way out of the situation, but you can’t.

Nat looks at you, her green eyes almost black now. She grabs your arm pulling you back upstairs towards her shared room with Bucky. She opens the door and you see Bucky in nothing but boxer briefs. He shoots his head up, smirking when he sees you but that turns into a frown when he sees the frown on Nat's face.

“What’s up doll?” he asked Nat curiously

“Seems like this dumb котенок can’t seem to do what we tell her.” she says gripping your arm even tighter. Bucky just hums

“Is that so? You’re being disobedient honey?” he asks in a teasing tone. You're a stuttering mess. Words not forming correctly in your head. They both chuckle at your stuttering.

“You broke the dumb slut Buck, however she does need to be taught a lesson for disobeying. What do you think babe?” Nat asks her husband. He looks at her then you. He moves to the edge of the bed.

“Bend her over my legs, doll.” he demands. Nat happily opens pushing you to Bucky making you trip over his leg. You’re now bent over his leg, his big strong arms trapping you so you can’t get out. You feel your shorts being pulled down revealing your panties.

You don’t hear anything,no movement or anything. Then you feel something. A hard slap on your ass. You couldn’t help but yelp loudly and jump forward. They both shush you.

“Hush now, pretty girl. Don’t want to wake Becca up, do we now?” Nat says softly, hand cradling your face. As much as you’re ashamed to,you shake your head. Both Bucky and Nat have a shit eating grin. Bucky continues to slap your ass, you try to contain your yelps but everytime one slips out Nat instantly shushes you with a nip on your neck.

“Fuck pretty girl you’re all wet for us.” Bucky admires after the 20th slap he sent to your ass. Ass sore from the impact of the hits, but somehow that turned you on even…more? You feel heat on your cheeks from embarrassment. Nat looks down to see the wet spot on your panties. Nat moans at the sight.

“God damn котенок. You really want this huh?” she asks, running her fingers over your clothed pussy. You instantly whine at the feeling. “Oh we’re gonna have so much fun with you котенок”

You’re coming down from your high as Nat licks you clean with her tongue. Bucky hand over your mouth as he sucks your nipple, his other hand pinching and rolling the other hard bud in his hand.

“How does she taste hun?” he ask Nat, whose face is cover in your wetness

“So fuckin sweet.” she hums. Nat takes one more lick from your entrance to your cunt before switching places with Bucky. Nat instantly takes your nipple in her mouth. Sucking and biting the hard bud

Meanwhile Bucky is looking at your hard clit. Admiring the way it looks, throbbing and impatient. He instantly attacks your clit. Sucking and licking the bud, making you whine as quietly as you can. He brings one of his fingers to your entrance slowly pushing it in. You mewl at the feeling of his finger rubbing against your wall.

Nat moves her lips from your nipples to your lips, kissing you softly to which you respond almost immediately . She nips at your bottom lip asking for access. You give you access as your tongue fights for dominance, she easily wins.

Bucky adds another finger to your dripping cunt. His digits knuckle deep in you. His finger tips hitting your g-spot making you whimper in Nats mouth every time it rubs it. He hits your g-spot again pressing down on you. You instantly moan loudly in Nat's mouth.

“Mghh pretty girl, is that the spot,pretty girl?” Bucky asks, taking his mouth away from your clit. You nod furiously as Nat takes her mouth away from you leaning down in front of your clit next to Bucky. Bucky and Nat kiss each other vigorously. Bucky's other hand moves to the back of her head pulling her in more.

You whimper at the sight. The knot in your stomach tightens as you feel your high approaching. Your cunt clenching his fingers tighter and tighter. Bucky notices this and pulls away from the kiss. “You gonna cum pretty girl?”

You let out a soft “yes” whining more and more as your orgasm gets closer and closer. “Cum for us котенок. Make a mess all over his finger.” Nat rasp, getting wetter and wetter at the sight of you approaching your orgasm. You let out a silent scream as you orgasm hits, pussy clenching Bucky's finger hard, your juices hitting both Nat and Bucky in the face. You’re shaking and trembling unaware of the action going on.

You come down from your high panting and shaking from the intense orgasm you just had.

“Fhuck pretty girl.” Bucky rasp

You look down and see both Bucky and Nat soaking from your juices. You look at them wide eyed not knowing what you just did.

“Hot damn котенок. Didn't know you could do that huh?” Nat rasp still in shock from what just happened. You feel heat on your cheeks, you cover your face embarrassed at what just occurred. Nat and Bucky slowly pry your hand from your face looking up at you.

“Don’t hide, pretty girl. That was fuckin hot.” Bucky says making you less embarrassed

“‘M sorry. I didn’t know I could do that.” you say nervously.

“Don’t apologize, pretty girl. But I need my cock in you. Nat doll, how about you sit on her face.” Bucky suggested. You and Nat both agree as Bucky takes his finger out of your cunt making you whine at the loss of contact. They take off their clothes and underwear, stripping themselves both naked. And hot damn were you impressed.

Nat’s curves look stunning in all the right places, her big perky boobs, nipples harden from arousal. You can practically see how wet she is from her arousal, wetness all in her inner thigh.

But Bucky is built like a Greek god. Toned abs, broad shoulders, strong muscular arms, his perfect V line leading to hard raging dick. He’s a bit over average but his girth, his head red and angry dripping with pre cum begging for some type of release.

You rub your thighs together begging for some type of pleasure by the sight of their naked forms. That doesn’t go unnoticed by them making them even more desperate for you as well.

“P-please. I need ya. I need you so fuckin’ bad.” You whine squirming in desperation

“Aww котенок. You’re so desperate it's pathetic. Don’t worry, we'll take care of you.” Nat says cradling your cheek and kissing your forehead. Nat climbs on top of you, her dripping cunt right there over you. Gosh she even smells so fuckin sweet. You immediately go to work, putting your hands on her hips bringing her down to your watering mouth. You take one good stride from her entrance to her clit, staying and sucking at the hardened bud.

“Holy f-fhuck котенок. Shit you know what you’re doin.” Nat moans gripping the headboard. You smirk and continue to lap,suck, and nip at her clit. Bucky gets in front of you spreading your legs. Your glistening cunt begging for release, and he was going to give that to you.

Bucky rubs the underside of his dick between your folds, getting it nice and coated. He positions his head to your entrance and pushes in slowly. You moan on Nats cunt by the way his thick member stretches you. Bucky moans at how tight your cunt is, warm and almost made for him.

“F-fhuck pretty girl. You’re so fuckin’ tight.” He groans as he begins thrusting in and out of you.

The pleasure of Bucky’s dick moving in and out of you, hitting all of your spots perfectly. Your moans sending vibrations to Nat clit making her shake and grip the headboard tighter by the way you’re eating her cunt.

“Holy-shit котенок. Fuck you’re ‘gonna make me cum” Nat moans. You squeeze her hips moving her back and forth on your face. Nat grinds on your face getting closer to her orgasm.

“Cum for us doll. I wanna see you cum all over our pretty girl face.” Bucky rasp pounding into you harder and faster. Nat instantly cums at Bucky’s words. Shaking and trembling on your face. You moan at the taste of her juices, lapping and cleaning her up.

“Fuck pretty girl you ‘gonna cum? Come on, give it to us. I can feel you so close.” Bucky groans. He feels your orgasm approaching by the way your cunt is clenching him, pulsing around his thick member. Nat gets off of your face and goes down to your body. She gets to your clit and starts licking and sucking at it, that makes your orgasm approach even faster. Series of praises start coming out of their mouths.

“That’s it pretty girl, c’mon”

“Give it to us котенок.”

“Such a good fuckin girl for us.”

You instantly cum at their praises. Juices coating Bucky’s dick and Nat's face. You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your screams but the pleasure is too much. You come down from your high trembling from the intense orgasm. Bucky pulls out of you getting off the bed to the edge.

“Fuck pretty girl i was so fuckin’ close. Come taste yourself on my cock, c’mon be a good fuckin’ slut.” Bucky rasp. Both you and Nat get off the bed kneeling in front of Bucky's throbbing member.

You wrap your lips around Bucky's head. Sucking and licking at it. Bucky couldn’t handle the teasing and pushes your head down his dick, his head hitting the back of your throat making you gag in it. Nat takes his balls in her mouth sucking at the sack. Bucky groans, throwing his head back at the feeling.

You move your head back and forth on his dick, your tongue licking the head. Nat goes up and kitten licks the part you can’t reach. Bucky feels his orgasm approaching. He pulls both of you off and starts jerking himself off. “Fuck girls. M’gonna cum. Beg for my cum pretty girl.” He moans.

“Please give me your cum. I need it please. I want it all over my face.” you whimper. Your words set Bucky off. He shoots his cum all over yours and Nat's face,eyes close and face scrunched in pleasure. You both close your eyes and stick your tongues out to catch some on your tongue. Bucky groans coming down from his high. He opens his eyes and nearly gets hard again at the sight of you and Nat face coming in his come.

“Fuck girls. You look so pretty with my cum all over your face.” he rasp. You and Nat chuckles at the mess on each other's faces. You bring your finger to your face, getting off a shot of cum bringing it to your mouth. You moan at the taste of his cum. Sweet and salty.

“This is gonna be a fun week котенок”

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onionsaremeansstuff · 3 years

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Would you write a michael (john) smut story were the reader is his soulmate and some random guy is flirting with him. also michael gets possessive with the reader which causes them to have sex

hey! Thanks for the request ! Michael is one of my favorite characters in supernatural so i really liked you request ! I’m not the best smut writer but I tried, hope you like it!

Pairing: Michael!John x reader

Gender: Male

Warnings: Smut

I dont own the character or the gif

"Y/N! Stop!" A deep, booming voice ordered which caused you to stop.

You didn't need to turn around to know who it was that ordered you to stop.

It was the archangel, Michael.

A few weeks ago, Chuck had decided to release Michael from the cage, as well as giving Adam his body back and Michael was using young John Winchester's body as a vessel.

You had never met the archangel before and honestly, you never wanted to meet him. But, since you lived with the Winchesters, meeting him was bound to happen eventually.

When you first met the Archangel, he only stared at you like he was seeing through you and claimed that you were special.

Apparently you were some kind of powerhouse that Chuck created for Michael.

As long as you are living, Michael gets stronger, especially when he's around you.

When he first claimed that you were special, you scoffed and told him to go fuck himself and leave you alone. But, that didn't stop the prince of Heaven from doing what he wanted.

He always came to the bunker to check on you. And you asked why he cares about you so much.

"I don't care about you, I only care about what you can do, little human." He told you.

He made it very clear why he came to check up on you and this time wasn't any different.

He also liked to order you around.

"It's already 3 AM, Y/N. You humans need your sleep. Go to bed now and that's an order!"

You looked at him tiredly and was about to say something back to him when you really looked at him and his vessel.

Damn, John was hot.

You met older John before and you thought that he was definitely a DILF.

But, his younger self was hot as fuck.

"Stop having those thoughts about my vessel and go to bed!" The Angel ordered once again.

"Okay, you don't tell me what to do. You don't own me," You responded, and annoyance was written across Michael's face. He snapped his fingers and you were suddenly lying down in your bed with your pajamas on, "Michael!" You scolded.

You were standing in the kitchen, waiting for Dean to finish making breakfast which consisted of pancakes and bacon.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He growled out before he disappeared with the sound of flapping wings.

---

"Hurry up, Dean. I'm starving!" You exclaimed and a chuckle left the older man's mouth.

"You will survive, kiddo." He replied and went back to cooking the food.

Finally, he finished the food and put it on a plate for you. He handed it to you and you took it out of his hands quickly, plopping down into the chair and picking up a fork, ready to eat this delicious food.

When you were about to eat it, the plate freakin' disappeared. It was gone.

"What the-" Before you could finish that sentence, a plate full of salad appeared in front of you.

A freakin' salad?!

"Your diet is horrible, little human." Michael commented with that stupid smirk on his face.

"I'm sure that there are other important things for you to do in Heaven right now than to worry about my health and my food choices, Michael." You said angrily, anger rising in your chest.

Dean sat at the table, eating his food as he watched you two go at it.

"There's actually nothing important that I have to do in Heaven right now, Y/N. Heaven is doing great which is the exact opposite of what you are doing right now. Don't even get me started on the fact that you didn't even get 8 hours of sleep last night."

You blinked at the angel in front of you.

This angel is crazy. He is not your dad and was not someone to boss you around and make you eat rabbit food. You don't eat rabbit food. You now see and understand what Dean was talking about when Sam brought that food in here.

You have officially had enough.

You just smiled at them. A huge fake smile and grabbed the knife off the table. You walked over to the wall as the other two standing in the room watched you. After cutting your palm, you drew that angel banishing sigil on the wall.

"What are you-" Michael couldn't finish that sentence because you completed the sigil and sent that damn angel away.

"Ah, couple fights always make my mornings better." Dean spoke once Michael was gone with his mouth full of bacon and you rolled your eyes, leaving the room.

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That night, you and the Winchesters went to a bar.

The brothers headed inside while you stayed outside, sitting on the bench. There weren't anyone out here except for a few other people. Some drunk and some not.

"Hey handsome, did your license get suspended because you are driving me crazy." A random guy said that really cheesy pick up line to you, giving you a smile and you laughed.

"You get a 0 for the pickup line, but a 10 for making me laugh." You told him and started chatting with him.

"So, Y/N..." He started rubbing his finger up and down your thigh as you felt yourself flush, "I may not be from NASA, but can I show you stars today?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but the annoying angel interrupted your conversation.

"Sorry, but he's busy today." Michael spoke, irritation could be heard in his voice. He grabbed onto your shoulder and teleported you back to the bunker.

"What the hell is your problem, Michael?" You screamed at the archangel.

"That disgusting human tried to have sex with you, Y/N! I saved you!"

"Maybe I wanted to have sex with him, Mikey." You retaliated, grabbing your knife and getting ready to draw that angel banishing sigil again, but Michael snapped his fingers and the knife disappeared.

"You deserve way better than that filthy mongrel." Michael insisted.

"Look, I know I'm like your powerhouse, or whatever, but you can't control my life. My eating habits and sleep schedule were pretty harmless, but who I have sex with is crossing a line and is none of your business." You told him, "Besides, I'm human. A mongrel or a hairless ape like you always say, so why do you care so much?"

Michael stared at you for a long time before telling you what he was thinking, "Because I can't stand the idea of someone touching you." He let out a sigh and looked anywhere other than you.

You looked at him in confusion, "Why can't you stand it?"

"I lied to you, Y/N. You are not a source of energy for me. You never were." He admitted, sitting on the bed, "You are so much more than just that. You are my soulmate."

You stared at him for a couple seconds before you started laughing hysterically.

"Me? Your soulmate?" You laughed again before having a serious expression on your face, "If this is some plan to get me to let you control my life, it's not gonna work."

He looked at you, hurt and confused.

"I'm serious, Y/N. When I left the cage, Dad told me he had created a soulmate for me weeks ago." He got up from the bed and walked over to you, "When he showed me you, I started to laugh. How can a hairless ape be my soul mate? My father must have been crazy." He looked at you deep in your eyes, "But, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I looked down on you from Heaven all the time to see how you were and your little habits. Oh My Father, I couldn't stand it. I wanted you. I wanted every inch of you," He walked closer to you and placed his hand on your cheek, "When I first met you in person, I thought about just taking care of you and being close to you and when I saw that man hit on you, I couldn't take it anymore. My grace boiled inside of me and before I knew it, I was on earth."

You couldn't really process everything that he just said, but for some reason you knew that he was telling the truth.

"Michael..."

"I can't stand the idea of another person, or thing touching you, Y/N. Please accept me as your soulmate." He bowed, waiting for your answer.

You always said you hated Michael and everything he did, but that was far from the

As much as the angel irritated you and could be very annoying, you felt a feeling of love deep down for this man.You loved Michael and all the things he has done for you.

So, you knew what decision was right for you in the end.

"I accept you as my soulmate."

And with that the angel smiled and attached his lips to yours. His muscular arms soon pulled at your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"I wanted to do this for so long." He said between kisses and then lifted you up.

You were slightly worried about your weight but soon remembered that for an angel, you basically weighed nothing.

"Please Y/N, allow me to have you tonight. Allow me to make our flesh become one and allow me to merge your soul with my grace." You grunted yes between his lips but he seemed to understand since he threw you on your bed while looking at you as if you were his prey.

He started removing the shirt he was wearing and you could see the man's muscular torso.

"Lust is a deadly sin, Y/N." He bent down and started kissing your collarbone until he reached your ear, "Lucky you have an angel to cleanse you of your sins."

Michael went back to your neck, sucking on it, making you moan his name.

"This is it Y/N, pray for me." He started to suck hard on your neck until it was all marked with hickeys, "Now no miserable mortal will dare touch what is mine." He got up a little and kissed you hard, as his hand went under your shirt and caressed your torso. Michael pulled away to look at you.

"You are by far the most perfect human to ever exist. in fact, it is a crime to compare you to a human. You are closer to a God." He said as a gentle hand stroked your sides.

"Michael, there are more beautiful humans in the world than me." you said a little shy

"Well, I have watched humanity billions of years and you are my father's most beautiful creation." You blushed and Michael smirked, feeling confident.

He started to remove his belt slowly, lowering his pants enough for you to see his underwear.

"Do you like what you see, my prince?" He teased, winking at you.

"Who knew an angel could secretly be a demon in bed."

"You woke up a darker side of me, my prince. I had to deal with them myself, so I ended up learning something or two." He took off his pants and lowered his underwear enough to show his pubes.

"Did you watch porn?" You asked and he just smiled.

"It doesn't matter now, honey." Michael lowered his underwear and revealed his erect member.

You had seen John naked once by accident and you already knew that older Winchester had a big package.

But, oh my Chuck the size scared you a little bit.

"We’ll take it easy, Y/N. Don't be afraid." He gently caressed your thigh as a method to calm you down.

When he saw that you were fine he crawled over to you, sitting on your chest and pointing his erect member in front of you

"You know... seeing you sucking lollipops and popsicles was always a hell of a good sight to see. Your lips working on something so cold and hard, and still not being able to do anything. Well, I think you should pay me for having teased me for so long." He stated, brushing the head of his dick on your tongue "What a sight..." He gently put his dick in your mouth, inch by inch until it reached halfway and stopped.

"So hot and so cozy." Michael groaned and put a hand on your head, gently stroking your hair "Look at me." He ordered and you complied.

The moment you looked into his eyes you felt a thick taste of pre-cum in your mouth.

Slowly Michael pulled his hip back, leaving only his cockhead in your mouth before slowly putting it all back on. He repeated this movement over and over until you got used to it and then he started to fuck your mouth, getting deeper and deeper into your throat and making you choke a few times. Michael fucked your throat with formidable speed as he threw his head back and moaned.

"So perfect." He spoke as he took his dick out of your mouth, bending down and planting a sweet kiss on your lips as well as checking if you were okay, "Let me worship you, my prince." Michael snapped his fingers and soon you were fully naked.

He turned you over and started to kiss your neck gently, making a kiss trail up and down your neck. He slowly went lower and lower, until he reached your ass. He put a hand on each cheek separating them and revealing your hole.

"So beautiful." Was the last thing you heard before feeling something wet and hot touching the perimeter of your hole.

Michael gently brushed you with the tip of his tongue while his rough hands gripped your ass tightly. He wanted to mark you everywhere on your body.

Soon a strange but good feeling started inside you, it was like you were being touched inside and soon a groan escaped your lips.

"What are you doing?" You asked between incessant moans.

"My grace has many uses, Y/N and I heard that stimulating the prostate causes great pleasure. Apparently this is true." He replied as he ate you out.

But this time he didn't lick gently. He was devouring you. Michael's tongue was fast and hungry, exploring the entire perimeter of your hole before penetrating you.

It was too much. The feeling was so overwhelming. Michael's tongue along with his grace made you unable to think.

You felt your orgasm coming real quick, but you couldn't warn Michael in time.

When you were so close to a release everything stopped and you felt something holding your dick.

"Not yet, Y/N. We're going to do this together." Michael said and came out of the middle of your legs, kissing your crack up to your neck. He forced you to look at him and kissed you, "Y/N. My prince, will you give me permission to take you?"

You took a moment to contemplate Michael. The blue-green eyes looked at you with indescribable passion, as if you were a masterpiece that deserved to be contemplated. His mouth curled upward into a smile and his dark hair was so sweaty.

You always thought Michael's vessel was beautiful, but now you can't think of anything more beautiful than him. You no longer see him as young John, but as the person who loved you.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? If I went too far I'm sorry I thought that-"

"No, sorry I was just lost in thoughts." You kissed him on the lips, "Take me, Michael."

He smiled and snapped his fingers.

"As much as the whole preparation process is interesting and important, I am impatient, so why not just use my grace, right?" He winked at you and turned you on your back and positioned himself between your legs.

Michael slowly started to penetrate you until the head of his dick was completely inside of you. He looked at you to check that everything was fine before going in deeper. Inch by inch until he was completely inside. He bent down and started kissing your neck, waiting for you to get used to his size.

Michael then started to move, taking all of his length except his head and then putting everything back on. He repeated the movement over and over, each time with more speed until finally he pounds you.

Michael turned into a moaning mess while he fucked you.

He started kissing you while you moaned against each other.

One of Michael's hands flicked your nipple while another explored and caressed your torso. This along with Michael's accurate hit on your prostate made you moan loudly and Michael smirked.

"Do you think that man from earlier could make you feel the way you're feeling now?" Michael asked, "Do you think he would be able to fuck you the way I fuck you?" You didn't answer the question, but Michael already knew the answer.

Michael's arms wrapped around you and turned you over. Now you were on top of him.

"Ride me, babyboy." He put his hands behind his head and waited for you to start riding him, admiring the view.

Michael had seen countless things in the world. From the paintings of each classic painting to the creation of each of the wonders of the world, but nothing could match the sight he was seeing now.

With your eyes closed and your head thrown back, you moaned and rode him like there was no tomorrow.

Michael moved his hands and placed one on each side of your, guiding you in the movements you were making.

He knew was almost close and knew you would soon be close, too. Michael pulled you against his chest, moving so that he could move his hips so that he could continue to fuck you.

"Y/N," He moaned out," My prince, my soul mate. I love you and I would leave everything for you. Heaven and my grace. You are my everything." Michael declared, but you could barely think with him pounding into you, his dick hitting your prostate constantly.

You felt something warm involving you.

It was Michael's wings.

With a grunt, Michael came inside of you but without stopping his movements.Your battered prostate along with the feeling of Michael's hot cum inside you brought you to your orgasm.

With your orgasm, Michael's movements became more and more slow until he finally stopped with both you panting hard.

Michael kissed you everywhere. On your head, your lips, your forehead, your neck.

His wings still surrounded you.

Michael moved you, putting you aside while he spooned you, his cock still inside you.

A comforting hand gently caressed your thigh, "You are perfect, Y/N. I am eternally grateful that you let me love you." He kissed the back of your neck "Now rest my prince. Tomorrow we will have many things to do." He gave you one last kiss on the back of your neck.

You didn't know exactly what your relationship with Michael would be like now. But honestly you didn't care about that.

All you cared about was the fact that your angel was hugging you with his wings surrounding you.

And nothing else.

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pitaparka · 4 years

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a friend in need is a friend indeed

request: would you ever write a reader/jj/john b three way? only write what ur comfortable with. i love reading your stuff!!!!

summary: reader, jj, and john b. are drunk. really drunk. handsome teenage boys make for fun parties and willing threesomes.

pairings: jj maybank x reader, john b. x reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: unprotected sex, protected sex, vaginal sex, male on female oral sex, female on male oral sex, drunk sex

a/n: dont have unprotected sex :( i hope every time you think of having unprotected sex, you picture your own conception. i’d also like for people to know i write outer banks, marvel, star wars, and more! i’m still taking requests, so maybe send in an ask for an idea you’ve had in your head for a while? and we can be friends? okay, big love. later!

The alcohol was overkill. She had to admit.

It’s why she was holed up in some random boy’s kitchen, house party ensuing around her as she macked on JJ.

Her arms fit perfectly around his waist in the bright fluorescent light of the kitchen. Their lips work together, sloppy and inexperienced, but full of nerves and nerve endings that send electricity through their veins.

John B. watches from the doorway.

JJ’s hands move from her waist down to her ass, squeezing for his own pleasure. She smiles into the kiss.

“What’s up, guys?” John B. interrupts. He seemed perturbed more than angry.

She pulls away from JJ, but keeps her arms around his neck.

“I can smell the alcohol on you,” he says, smiling at her. He moves closer to them, the loud music from the living room making it hard to hear. There are people around them too, talking obnoxiously.

“You know what would be great right now?” She says, and John B. squints at her.

“What?” He says, giving in to his curiosity. The beer he’s holding is cold and sweaty in his warm hand.

JJ leans over, her arms still around his neck, to take a sip from a red solo cup.

“Just, like… sex. Good sex.” She complains, and JJ almost chokes.

“You’re crazy.” Says John B., but he’s not entirely sure she’s kidding.

“No, she’s drunk,” argues JJ hypocritically.

“Would you guys fuck me?” she asks, and both of their eyes widen. Before they can say anything, she reveals, “I’d trust you guys to fuck me. You seem like you’d be a nice fuck.”

JJ leans in, and says just loud enough for John B. to hear, “We could always find out?”

She gasps and pulls away from him, laughing loudly, smile wide.

John B. licks his lips and places his beer down on the kitchen counter.

“Not now,” he says, significantly less drunk than the other two.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” JJ asks, and she grabs John B. by the arm, interlocking them.

“Right here,” she sings sweetly, and John B. doesn’t pull away.

“Oh, I’m your boyfriend now? What happened to that other guy?” He questioned, and she blushed into his shoulder.

JJ gives John B. a look.

She smiles sweetly up at him.

“Would you fuck me, John B?” She asks again, and John B. hates that he can feel himself getting a little aroused.

He huffs at her. “Not here,” he replies, and she whines.

“Aw, John B., don’t be like that.” She pouts dramatically.

“I’ll have JJ do it then,” she says, reaching out for JJ. He sandwiches her between the two and she leans her head back against JJ’s chest. His hands are on her waist again and she feels him move to the music against her. She leans up and kisses John B. on the chin.

“No you won’t,” John B. clarifies, and he pulls her closer to him, so that JJ glares, and moves closer.

“You both are drunk,” he says, only on his second beer. The folding table in the living room has different ‘levels’ of alcohol, each increasing in strength with color. He swore he’s seen JJ with at least three different colored cups in the time they’ve been there. Which hasn’t been long.

“No, no, I’ll…” she starts, but giggles, distractedly.

“I’ll let the both of you… do it.” She states coyly.

“ But you have to do it together,” she smiles, and the boys look at each other.

“No way,” John B. says, bluntly, arms crossed over his chest.

JJ stares at him.

“I just won’t look. It’s not like I haven’t seen your dick before,” he argues, and John B. is not drunk enough for this.

JJ definitely is.

“It’d be really hot, John B.,” she encourages.

“No. I’m not gay.” He says, finally.

“Neither am I, but she’s offering, bro,”

“It’s not gay, if it’s in a three way,” JJ sings horribly and lowly to John B. She giggles at them, and rubs her hand slowly up and down John B.’s arm.

He sighs loudly.

“I’m not touching your dick, JJ, so don’t even think about it,”

“I don’t want to touch your dick!” JJ cries, and people around him glare at the outburst. John B. shushes him.

“Is that a yes?” she asks, and John B.’s shoulders fall as he pinches his nose.

“Yeah. I guess.” He agrees, and she lets out an excited moan that shouldn’t make him so hot and bothered, but it does.

“Yay! Come on, come on,” she encourages, and both boys are following her into some poor soul’s bedroom. It’s definitely the bedroom of a teenage boy, bare and brightly lit by a red neon playboy sign. The full sided bed has a navy blue comforter and there are trophies that line his dresser. The boys look at each other, taking in the room. She makes no effort to remember it, because she’s already unbuttoning her shorts and collapsing on the half-made bed. Her legs lay off the side of the bed, for easy access of course, and she stretches, hands reaching up for the pillows haphazardly thrown at the head of the bed. Her shirt rolls up a little, and she rubs her hands over her skin, playing with the hem of it.

She finds it funny that though he was reluctant, John B is the first one to strip down to his briefs, and she can see his half hard-on. He goes to take himself out, ready to peel her out of her remaining clothes, but she has other ideas.

“No no, not yet.” she says, and she sits up. She grabs John B. by the shoulders, and pushes him down to his knees. He looks unaware of what she wants him to do. She grabs his hair at the scalp, and slowly tugs him between her legs. He gets the hint, and she watches as John B. wiggles off her shorts and underwear.

JJ fumbles with her bra behind her. She watches these clueless boys with a smile.

He ends up just tugging it over her head and tossing it on the floor along with her other clothes.

She feels John B.’s tongue, abrupt and fast and vastly uncomfortable.

“Woah, slow down there, partner,” she says, and with her hand on his head again, she guides him with slow, stroke strokes of his tongue.

“Much better,” she encourages, and she lays back, one hand down by her side, the other rubbing small circles into her clit.

She sticks her tongue out for JJ, and he makes quick work of shimmying out of his shorts. He doesn’t even bother taking off his boxers, his member already throbbing hard and pulsing in his hand. He gives it a couple of strokes before guiding onto her lips.

“Ohhh, aw, fuck,” JJ says, her lips and tongue teasing the tip of his cock as John B. gets to work on her entrance. He’s down between her legs, just like she showed him, teasing and licking and kissing as she rubs fast circles with her fingers.

He does something to make her moan, and JJ stops to watch.

“Oh, fuck, John B.,” she whines, “d-do that again,”

And he complies, fucking his tongue in and out between her velvet folds, head bobbing rhythmically, fast, as she picks up the pace with her own fingers.

JJ decides he wants in on the fun, and he kneels by her head, tilting her neck up to plant firm kisses there, hard enough to bruise.

She lets out breathy gasps at the attention, and it only encourages the boys further.

John B. grips her hips hard as JJ takes a hand to play with her breasts, nipples peaked and stiff under his heavy touch. Her other hand comes up to cup JJ’s, and he continues his unyielding kisses as she guides him, showing him exactly the amount of pressure she wants. As soon as he’s got it down, he pulls his head away to watch her unravel underneath him. Her head tilts back and she grinds her hips along John B.’s tongue.

There are whimpers from her and wet sounds from John B. and soft panting from JJ as he takes his other hand to rub himself, stroking his cock leisurely.

“Oh my god, this is better than porn,” JJ comments, but both of the others ignore it.

“Right there, John B., right there, fuck,” she curses, and closes her eyes to immerse herself in the moment.

“Just like that, perfect,” she encourages, and John B. licks and plunges his tongue deep, and removes it again to rub circles at her clit, replacing her hand. His tongue is wet and he licks long stripes up and down her length.

“Fuck, oh fuck, just—faster, John B., just like that.”

John B. circles his tongue faster, and it only takes a few moments for her to gasp and buck her hips up, so much so that he has to pressure her hips down to keep her there, toes curling, her legs over his shoulders, trying not to squeeze his head.

She whines and moans, and JJ has to stop touching himself because he feels like he’s going to blow his load right there on the floor.

“Oh, fuck, John B.,” she pants, and John B pulls away, watching her womanhood contract at his touch, wet cum framing where he was about to plunge his cock.

She smiles dopily at the ceiling. He is ragingly hard and almost ready to cum.

“Guess what guys?” She starts, breathy, and they stare at her.

“I brought condoms!” She whispers excitedly, gesturing to her pants on the floor.

Normally, they’d protest, but they’re so horny they’d take any opportunity to cum inside of her.

John B. struggled with her pockets, but, condom in hand, he rips one open, pinches the tip, and rolls it onto his hard cock. It fits, and he admires her.

He rubs his cock over her entrance, playing with the wetness, and she gasps and shudders when he rubs it over her clit.

He smiles arrogantly, and slowly pushes his head in. It doesn’t take much effort, thanks to her orgasm.

He slowly makes his way in, and JJ starts stroking again, standing up to place his cock on her lips. She purses them slightly, and JJ rubs back and forth over them. John B. moans form between her legs.

JJ grabs her chin firmly, and she looks up at him with doe eyes, moaning as she opens her mouth and lazily takes just the tip.

She hollows out her cheeks around him, and he takes in a shaky breath.

John B. pumps fast inside her, pulling out halfway and pushing back into her, holding her hips with a strong grip. She thinks it might bruise, but she doesn’t care.

All of a sudden John B.’s strokes get more erratic, faster and harder than before. His breathing is fast, and she watches him as his eyes close and his head falls back, strong, slow thrusts now.

He cums, hands on her hips, cock buried deep inside her, his groans filling the space between them. His strokes are calculated, milking every single drop from himself before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her.

“You’re next, JJ,” John B. jokes, and JJ doesn’t say anything, moving to take his spot.

He pushes into her, and she notices. Every ridge, every vein on his cock she can feel.

JJ’s strokes are slow and deliberate to start, but then he starts to pick up speed, as does his breathing. It’s only a few seconds before he’s close.

He pumps fast and hard, with reckless abandon for a few moments before he pulls out quickly, and jerks his shaft, concentrating on the tip.

He cums all over her stomach and groans loudly right after, coating her chest with his thick white cum. He grabs a fist full of the bedspread as he shudders.

JJ lets his shoulders fall, and he hunches over. He plants kisses to the inside of her knees, and she giggles, pulling them away. He smiles at her.

There’s heavy breathing from all three of them.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” she comments, and the boys chuckle.

“Yeah John B., nothin’ to be afraid of, man.” JJ pants, running a hand through his hair. He tugs his boxers up over his thighs and tucks his now soft cock back into them, looking around the floor for his shorts.

“Shut the fuck up, JJ,” he says, getting up to find his pants as well.

She lays there, and one of the boys toss her a small pile of her clothes onto the bed.

JJ stares at her once he’s clothed, his seed still on her stomach.

He sighs. He hates this part.

“Go back to the party,” JJ says to John B., “I’ll clean up.”

John B. looks at him suspiciously.

“Really,” JJ assures, gesturing to her slowly more competent state. She stares at the cum on her stomach.

“It’s okay,” she assures, but JJ is there, using some poor soul’s discarded t-shirt as a rag. It doesn’t smell as far as she can tell, and it’s soft.

As soon as he’s done, and throws the t-shirt into a corner of the room.

“Uh, okay. We’re gonna go now,” he says, even though John B. left already.

“Okay.” She agrees. JJ slowly makes his way out of the room.

She sits up and gets dressed, ready to make her way back to the party, when John B. enters the room again.

“Where’s JJ?” He questions, making his way over to her swiftly.

“He went back to the party. I thought—” she starts, but John B.’s mouth is on hers, salty and sweet, passionate and slow. His hand grabs the back of her neck and pulls her closer, impossibly so, and there’s teeth and even some tongue.

He pulls away.

“That’s for kissing JJ earlier, in front of me,” he clarifies, and she doesn’t tell him he tastes like her.

She smiles as she watches him leave. His shirt was on backwards.

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> Chuuya with a Black F!Reader who's a bit insecure because of her skin.

@furrypostsoul said: Hello admin, I hope you’re having a good day! So stoked to see a fellow bisexual bsd fan! I would politely like to request a chuuya Drabble with a black fem bisexual reader where she thought that chuuya wouldnt be interested in her romantically cause of y’know, her skin. If you could also add in scenarios where she was racially harassed in public (pls dont write this is ur not comfortable, I understand if you don’t! it’s something I want people to be aware about)

note: ahhh thank you so much for your request! i immediately had an idea as soon as I saw it and I believe I came up with a good one, especially after asking some of my pals for advice on how to tackle it! Hope you like it!

warnings: colorism, mentions of racial fetishization, microaggresion, and racism [not from Chuuya] insecure reader, angst to fluff i promise,

"I still don't understand why it takes so long to do your hair... aren't you just getting braids?" The confused look on Chuuya's face was honestly super cute and hilarious and you couldn't help but laugh behind your hand.

"That's just the way it is, man. That's why I said we can go out on Saturday. I can't on Friday since I'll be strapped to the chair."

"Man, whatever," Chuuya huffed and you rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Don't whatever me. Just suck it up!"

You shook your head, the hustle and bustle of the shopping district around you fading as you looked to your companion. Red hair, blue eyes, fancy clothes and a dumb hat; Chuuya was honestly too handsome, too damn fine. The scowl on his face was cute and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. You knew he would literally kill you for that, and you valued your life.

You and Chuuya were in that talking stage and finally decided to go out on your first official date on Saturday. Besides his... occupation, you found yourself very much liking the man. Not just for his looks, but his fiery personality made him interesting, the way he carried himself. He was great and you were so into him.

You hoped he felt the same way. He had to, he agreed to the date in the first place! And how could he not? You were a sight, rich brown skin and he sorta, kinda, absolutely loved the cute afro puffs you had on your head. You were beautiful, a bright spirit with a bit of an edge that Chuuya definitely liked.

After talking some more, Chuuya had to go off to do his own thing, and after sharing a very tight hug, you waved him farewell, promising to see him on Saturday for your first date.

You couldn't help the huge, happy grin on your face, giddy as you made your way over to a nearby bench, sitting next to an older woman. You paid her no mind, grabbing your phone to text your friend as you giggled to yourself.

"Was that your boyfriend?" the woman suddenly inquired and you blinked at her in surprise. Then, your face started to heat up and you laughed lightly.

"Well, not yet. We're just dating."

"Ah..." the woman trailed off and you didn't like the tone of her voice. Suddenly feeling awkward, you turned back to your phone.

"I don't mean to be rude," the woman started and you couldn't help the sense of dread you felt. Here we go again. "But you should be careful, dear. You're a beautiful woman but... Japanese men don't really like dark skin. Not unless they are with you for... ulterior motives."

Even if you were already expecting some foolishness, the woman's words still stunned you, striking you to your core as you gave her a look that exceeded shock. You were appalled, your chest tightening in anger and hurt. You took in a slow deep breath, your fists clenching tightly. Your body had gone numb, and you tried your best to keep it cool. You couldn't make a scene.

"Wow," you laughed softly, shaking your head as you stood up. You didn't pay that stupid bitch any mind, storming away, your anger just boiling.

Not only did that woman ruin your entire day, she honestly ruined your entire week. The anger had soon subsided and you were left with the insecurities you tried to push down, especially when it came to Chuuya. Your mind ran at one hundred miles per hour, overthinking as the cruel words lingered in your mind.

Was Chuuya another one? Like your last relationship, were you just a sexual conquest for someone just wanting to try having sex with a Black girl? That was what your ex-girlfriend did to you, so was this just the same? Did he even like you?

No. Chuuya wouldn't do that.

Even so, you canceled your date with him as you sat in the stylist's chair on Friday, eyes burning with tears. You didn't want to experience that again, so you figured you give it all up before you get hurt again. Or even worse.

After spending day getting your hair done, you gotten a quick bite to eat before heading home, feeling completely dejected. Your hair looked amazing, long box braids swaying as you trudged along. But Chuuya didn't answer your text at all, and that honestly made you feel even more like shit. Did he not care at all?

You sighed deeply, coming up on your apartment, stopping when you saw a very familiar red motorcycle parked along the sidewalk. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Chuuya leaning against his bike, and when he finally noticed you, your heart dropped when he yelled your name.

"Oi!" he hollered, stomping over to you angrily. "What the hell do you mean our date is canceled?!"

"I-" you were at a loss for words. "Why are you here?"

"I was waiting for you! I didn't know where you were getting your hair done so I just stood here."

"Th-the whole day?! Chuuya!"

"I mean, I went and got food and stuff but-"

"That's not the point!" you interrupted. "Why would you even bother?"

Chuuya scoffed. "Are you serious? You suddenly cancel our date and you expect me not to worry about you?" As he finished talking, Chuuya is shocked to find tears pooling in your eyes, your lips trembling as you hung your head. "H-hey, what the hell happened?"

"You don't just want to fuck me, right?"

Now Chuuya was at a loss for words, his jaw hanging open as he registered your ridiculous words. You spoke again, telling him about the things that woman said to you earlier that week, as well as the horrible experience you had with your ex-girlfriend.

"... I tried not to think too much about it but... I'm used to comments about my skin and race, I mean, hello! I'm Black, but... " you trailed off, lifting your hands up to wipe your tears away. Chuuya beat you to it, and you stared at him with teary eyes as he gently wiped your tears away.

"I'm not your ex-girlfriend." Chuuya was firm as he spoke. "And that old hag needs to mind her own fucking business. I fucking like you. Not because of some weird sexual thing, I actually fucking like you. The whole you. You're beautiful and smart, you keep me on my toes. And yes, your skin and hair are amazing, I love them, but those are only parts of you that I find amazing. I'm not giving you my love and attention because I want something from you, I'm giving it because you deserve it. And I want to be the one who gives it to you."

You didn't know what to say, what to do. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your mouth going dry. Still, after a moment you just end up punching Chuuya lightly on his chest, choking out a laugh while you cried.

"Shut up... all that sappy shit..."

Chuuya scoffed, lowkey offended. "Excuse me? I basically just confessed to you."

"Yeah..." you sniffed, looking and giving the man a watery smile. "You did. I..." Lips trembling again, you took a step forward and Chuuya wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug.

"And you better accept me or else I will kick your ass," Chuuya said, pressing his face against your hair. "You smell nice..."

"Hm."

"And you're perfect. Worth more than an experimental fuck and the words of some old bitch." There was a bite to Chuuya's words, and that made you feel so much better.

"I'm sorry for doubting you..." you whispered and Chuuya shook his head, pulling away from the hug.

"Don't be. I understand, I promise."

You smiled widely, face getting hot as he gently cupped your cheek. "Are you sure?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can make it up to me by un-cancelling our date. Let me show you off."

You giggled softly, hugging him again. "Okay. That's fair."

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 14 first part

(RR The Untamed Masterpost) (Canary’s Pinboard - more Masterposts)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Murder Turtle, Continued

Lan Wangji wakes up after a good night's sleep leaning against a rock wall, to find that his leg is no longer splinted, and his perfectly clean and unbloody headband has been put back on his head while he was sleeping.

Leaving aside the "not waking up" part of things, how, exactly, did Wei Wuxian get his headband on without mussing his hair? Did he bring a crochet hook?

Wei Wuxian gives him a sitrep and then they cozy up and have an extended conversation about the nature and history of the Tortoise of Slaughter. Wei Wuxian is interested in everything Lan Wangji has to say, and Lan Wangji talks a lot more than usual; they are completely on the same wavelength here and are enjoying swapping obscure knowledge.

Lan Wangji: My lacerated leg and I are actually super aware that it has big teeth, but thanks for the reminder.

In the course of the conversation, Wei Wuxian mentions his plan to 1. sneak into the tortoise's shell and 2. drive it out of its shell so they can attack it.

OP did a little tortoise research and learned that the only species of turtle that can leave its shell is the Koopa Troopa.

Good news for Wei Wuxian: If you jump on its shell in the right spot, you can rack up a pile of extra lives.

Does that make the Tortoise of Slaughter a giant Koopa Troopa? Perhaps...the king of the Koopa Troopas?

I'm gonna say yes.

(More after the cut)

Let’s Go Killing

Wei Wuxian is exhilarated by the idea of fighting a giant dangerous monster with Lan Wangji. Some day Wei Wuxian will found the Nike clan, because his motto is definitely "Just do it."

It's sweet how, in his romantic notions about chivalry and Lan Wangji, he's completely elided the original reason they were (sort of) told to venture together.

Wei Wuxian: I'm still on the "find the Yin Iron" quest; I'm just skipping the "suppress it" part.

Wei Wuxian weighs up their chances against Bowser and tells Lan Wangji that even if they die, it will be badass to be killed by a famous monster, so they won't have to feel embarrassed.

This is the exact moment that Lan Wangji's feelings for Wei Wuxian go from "smitten" to "gagging for it."

Lan Wangji: as soon as we get out of here I'm going to borrow a whole lot of books from Nie Huaisang

The boys come up with a plan that involves a rather long montage of collecting archery equipment and deconstructing it. This potentially-dull montage is fun to watch because they are both very, very good looking.

Artists who want to draw Wang Yibo as an elven archer, this is your episode.

Now we suddenly have, with zero explanation, telepathy. Ok, sure. It seems to work kind of like a phone conversation, in which they say specific things to each other, rather than like Cherry Magic telepathy where you can hear everything the other person is thinking. Or at least, neither of them is embarrassed, so I assume they are maintaining some mental privacy.

Club Ruohan

Same, Wen Chao, same

At some point there is a boring sequence at Club Ruohan. Wen Ruohan doesn't know where Xue Yang is, but really wants his hunk of Yin Iron. Wen Chao thinks that WRH's 3 pieces of Yin Iron should be able to beat Xue Yang's 1 piece, but apparently he is dumb and that is not how math works. O...kay? OP does not understand this either but whatever, Wen Ruohan is boring, moving on. This scene is really just here to make us think about Yin Iron before Wei Wuxian jumps into Bowser's shell.

Bigger On The Inside

So then Wei Wuxian climbs into Bowser's shell, which is, to quote The 12th Doctor, bigger on the inside.

Bowser’s shell is the approximate size of my entire house. It is also bathed in a hellish pure red photo filter, which OP has done her best to remove for these gifs, because it gives me eye strain and it obscures Xiao Zhan's hotness.

Camera Operator: What did I do?

Wei Wuxian wanders around inside, finding random corpses encased in slime cocoons. Tortoise, spider, xenomorph, whatever. There are also random curtain things hanging all over, and then at one point Wei Wuxian stares into the face of a corpse, and then does a jump scare response at the camera operator even though nothing particular happened.

I imagine the corpse was supposed to open its eyes and say "killl meeee" but it got censored. He also makes about 8 other faces at the camera operator, so we get that the inside of this TARDIS-like tortoise shell (must...resist...temptation...to...say...TORDIS) is yucky.

Lan Wangji waits outside listening to Wei Wuxian telepathically complain about the smell. He is anxiously clenching a bundle of string and an arrow, and wishing he could clench Wei Wuxian Bichen instead.

Serendipitous Yin Iron

Wei Wuxian backs his way through the TORDIS until his butt bumps into a sword that is steaming with resentful energy. That's right: Wei Wuxian is about to pull a piece of Yin Iron almost literally out of his ass.

He grabs it and is overwhelmed by its screaming resentful energy and has to let it go again.

So this is what a vibrator with 4 batteries feels like

When Bowser comes looking for him, however, he quickly decides to go for it, grabbing the sword and singing "I've Got the Power (Gonna Make You Sweat)"

Wei Wuxian plunges the sword into Bowser's lower jaw, and Bowser pulls his entire head out of his shell with Wei Wuxian attached, while leaving the rest of his body and all rational laws of physics inside the shell.

Gamera Versus the Cultivators

What follows is one of the more ridiculous action sequences in the history of the world, and I say that as someone who likes Mothra movies.

Wei Wuxian hovers in a perfect horizontal plank while “hanging from” the sword, which is held well below the level of his torso. While Bowser spins him around. For much of the time, Bowser keeps his head still and just waves his neck around.

Lan Wangji and the camera operator do everything they possibly can to make "guy pulls on string" look interesting.

Everybody tries really, really hard and the actors are great at pretending something is there when it isn't, but this whole sequence is just horribly conceived.

What works well, though, is the Yin energy and Wei Wuxian's wrangling of it. He starts off being frightened and overwhelmed, and looking like it's too much for him; I dont' know if they made his face puffy on purpose or if that's just what happens when you spend days hanging from the ceiling fighting an imaginary monster. But he looks slack and unwell as he grapples with the iron sword.

Which makes this moment, when he gets control of it, deliciously creepy. He uses the power of the Yin Iron to stick a bunch of pokey things into Bowser's neck.

Lan Wangji has seen him struggling and now sees him...not struggling. Which scares the piss out of him, and he moves to finish the fight as quickly as possible, slicing up his hand and breaking the string. Combined with the pokey things, this does the trick and Bowser dies while Wei Wuxian faints and falls into the water.

Do the Whumpty Whump

Lan Wangji rescues him and wakes him up, and Wei Wuxian clutches the Yin Iron sword and tells Lan Wangji that he was knocked out by the screaming of disembodied voices.

This certainly sounds like a strange and dangerous phenomenon, so Lan Wangji carefully asks him to explain everything.

Ha ha ha j/k. Lan Wangji asks him exactly nothing about the strange sword or the black smoke or his weird evil smile or his new power over pointy objects. Lan Wangji appears to have a Star Trek: TNG level of unconcern about strange phenomena happening directly under his nose. But in fact he has noticed what's up, which is why he will be instantly distressed when he sees Wei Wuxian's flute moves at the Wen Corporate Headquarters.

Wei Wuxian has a fever (stay positive test negative) and comments on Lan Wangji's being so nice to him.

Wei Wuxian: I could never have imagined Lan Er Gongzi acting this concerned about me. Lan Wangji: what else have you never imagined me doing, while we're on the subject?

Lan Wangji transfers a stream of spiritual energy to him. Lan Wangji has so much spiritual power he can be a battery for Wei Wuxian without breaking a sweat or, like, noticing whether Wei Wuxian has a golden core or not, for that matter.

Wei Wuxian basks in the nice feeling of gigajoules for a while but then decides he's bored. So then he pouts, whines, and cajoles Lan Wangji in exactly, EXACTLY the way he whines at Jiang Yanli. I think this, while annoying of him, is a leap forward in his relationship with Lan Wangji.

He's letting his guard down and not just allowing Lan Wangji to take care of him; he's demanding to be cared for on multiple vectors, when he asks the guy who's already busy healing him to sing to him as well.

Lan Wangji obliges, singing him the song he composed about their love cultivation journey, while Wei Wuxian (or possibly Lan Wangji) (or possibly both) has a flashback to assorted sexy interactions that they've had so far.

Wei Wuxian memorizes the song perfectly on one hearing, before passing out.

Writing Prompt: Baldur’s Gate III / Untamed Crossover AU featuring elf archer Lan Wangji

I DARE YOU

Soundtrack: 1. Everybody Dance Now by C+C Music Factory 2. Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf

Wei Wuxian fainting tally (cumulative): 3

#fytheuntamed #the untamed #wangxian #the untamed gifs #the untamed meta #the untamed spoilers #restless rewatch the untamed #my gifs #canary3d-original #asian whump

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tillthelandslide · 4 years

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Age Gap

Hi everyone! I really hope everyone reading enjoys this. It’s my first ever Henry Cavill fan fic so I am a little apprehensive about posting it. I throughly enjoyed writing it so please be sure to give me feedback and any and all ideas for future Henry Cavill fan fics would be appreciated.

Thank you to @toomanystoriessolittletime for reading over this for me, you’re amazing.

Hope you enjoy - L

You and Henry had been dating for over a year now. Things were great, he was the kindest, most caring and loving person you had ever met. He was so inspiring and passionate about his work and those around him. He was genuinely interested in everyone's lives and he truly cared for the people in his life, including you. He was the most beautiful person both inside and out and you were so lucky to have him in your life.

Henry had just posted a very cute picture of the both of you on his Instagram.

henrycavill:

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henrycavill horse riding and training for The Witcher 2 @your_username never a dull moment with you by my side

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your_username always my love ❤️ cant wait for everyone to see how amazing you were

↳ henrycavill i love you

↳ your_username i love you too. Kinda mad at you, making me look all unprofessional, kissing my clients 😂

↳ henrycavill hope I’m the only client you kiss

↳ joeybateyofficial I’m the only client you kiss @henrycavill 😂

anyachalotra was a pleasure working with you again @your_username. Does he always ride topless or?? 😂

↳ your_username it was so fun! cant wait for everyone to see you in action 🤷🏼‍♀️not complaining though 😂

fan1 omg this is so cute

fan2 wow Henry really loves her. Dont blame him 😍

fan3 wait she worked on the Witcher?? what did she even do, wtf??

↳ fan4 shock horror! 😳y/n acutally has a job! don’t be silly, she’s so hard working, leave her be 🙄

↳ your_username @fan4 thank you lovely 💜

The majority of his fans went wild, they were happy for him but very curious who you were, they knew you had been friends with Henry for ages and had always said how beautiful you were and had recently learnt that the two of you were dating after Henry had posted a cute video to his story of Kal kissing you before Henry said "I'm getting cheated on with my own dog" . Infact it was often joked that both you and Henry were the hottest nerds ever (you too were a massive gamer and a huge fan of the Witcher amongst many other fantasy games and films).

However, a few nasty people had to comment about the age gap between the two of you. You were 25 and Henry was 37. But the age gap didn't matter to you or to Henry and the horrible comments about it made you both annoyed and upset.

Today Henry had invited you to bring Kal, his beloved American Akita, along to an interview he had. You agreed because you knew it meant you could spend more of the day with Henry and you throughly enjoyed watching him work.

"Today we are joined by Henry Cavill, known for being Superman, August Walker, Geralt of Rivia and many more. How are you today Henry?" The interviewer said, introducing Henry and smiling at him.

Henry offered a nice smile back before saying "I'm very good thank you, how are you?"

"Good thank you, very excited for this interview. So the trailer for season 2 of the Witcher has just been released and we're all very excited" he said making Henry chuckle.

"I'm excited for everyone to see it" he said. Henry and the interviewer then spoke about the filming of season 2 for a long while. You sat petting Kal who had found comfort in between your legs resting his head on your thighs. You were admiring Henry when the interviewer asked a question about you.

"So we are joined by your lovely girlfriend who is a massive fan of the Witcher games and books, yes?"

"We are indeed" Henry said, winking at you before continuing "she's a even bigger nerd about it than me. She's played the Witcher 1 and 2 twice and has played Wild Hunt, 3 times now I think?" he said glancing at you for reassurance, in which you nodded, making him nod to the interviewer.

"Wow that's impressive" the interviewer said, genuinely impressed.

"Now we have to ask, do the constant criticism about your age gap affect the both of you, or do you just ignore it?" he said referring to you being quite a bit younger than Henry.

"Um, yes and no" he said the gravelly tone of Geralt peaking through a tad. "The age gap isn't a problem in our relationship, we're both adults and we're both fairly mature" he said trying to make light of the situation and making the interview laugh.

"No but seriously I am very happy with y/n. She is the most amazing woman in my life, sorry Mum, she is caring and loving and so talented and passionate. The thing that does get annoying about the comments are the ones saying y/n is using me for my money or for the fame. Because that couldn't be any farther from the truth " he said making you smile (and the interviewer). "Anyone who knows the first thing about y/n knows that she is the most career driven person in the world, just because she doesn't share what she does with the world in the same way I do, doesn't mean she doesn't have a job" he said addressing many rumors that said you don't have a job, which quite frankly made you chuckle.

"And its not as if y/n doesn't talk about her job at all, in fact it's something she loves talking about because she's so passionate about it and she's so good at it" he said.

"She owns her own stables, is that correct?" The interviewer asked reading from a card in his lap, making you smile at how he researched you before this interview (Henry was asked if he was comfortable talking about your relationship, in which he said of course because he often loves talking people's ears off about you).

"Yes she does. But she also works on film and TV sets" Henry said making the interviewer hum.

"Her horses have been used many times in films right?" the interviewer said making Henry nod proudly.

"Zeus who plays Roach in the Witcher is actually one of y/ns horses. She works on TV sets and films, training actors on horses. She helped train all of the actors in the Witcher on their horses, including me. Everyone on set, especially Freya, Anya and Joey, absolutely loved her" he said proudly.

"I'm even more impressed now. And hopefully that puts some of the rumors to bed. It is honestly so lovely to hear the way you speak about her" the interviewer said making Henry gush a little.

"She's lovely, I'm very proud of her" Henry said looking off camera at you, making you blush.

"And she's easy on the eyes too which is a bonus. Think my dog Kal loves her more than me though" he said making you and the interviewer chuckle and making Kal perk up, upon hearing his name.

They wrapped up the interview after talking about season 2 a little more, showing some teaser videos and playing a game of who's most likely to. Henry thanked the interviewer for being so kind, signing some stuff for him before walking to you, you filming him as he did so.

He pet Kal on the head before placing a quick kiss to your lips

"You're too sweet Hen" you said, placing your arms around his waist as his rested around your shoulders.

"Only speaking the truth love. The fans are going to go crazy when they see that interview" he said leaning down to place a proper kiss against your lips, making you sigh against him.

"Hmm, come home with me" he says in his Geralt voice making you chuckle against him and shoving his chest jokingly, making Kal buck his head in between you which made Henry grunt.

"Stop getting jealous" he said rubbing behind Kal's ears making him pant up at him.

"Now who's cheating with his dog?" you said making him chuckle and place his hand in yours.

"Let's go home" he says, placing Kals leash in his other hand, saying goodbye to the people along the way as you were leaving.

You both got into Henry’s car, Kal sitting inbetween you legs again then posted a video to your Instagram feed.

your_username:

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your_username thank you for letting me and Kal join you for your interview today and thank you for all the wonderful things you said. Your love and support means the world to me Hen ❤️@henrycavill

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fan4 soo cute I can’t deal

fan6 the way they are so cute and fluffy on each others posts makes my heart burst. soft henry is the best

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.

37) Because I Love You God Damn It!

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The Secret Is Out

Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint

Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst

Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.

Announcements: I will always need insperation and requests! They feed my soul! Haha. I'm not gonna lie. Im skipping back and forth on my requests though. I have a really good story line for one but its just so emotional(thats were Im hoping it goes at least) that I didnt want to write it tonight and put my self in a mood. So instead I guess im goimg with a form of anger? Meh. Anyways... I absolutly love love love everything from you guys! The reblogs, likes, and comments are amazing and I am very greatful for all the love I am getting!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.

Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.

"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.

"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.

"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.

"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.

"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."

"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."

"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."

"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.

"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.

"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.

"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"

"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."

"Dont ask to much of me now."

"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.

"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.

You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.

"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.

"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.

"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.

"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."

"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.

"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."

"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"

"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"

"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."

"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."

"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.

"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.

"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.

"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.

"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"

"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.

"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.

It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.

"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.

"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.

Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.

"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.

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writer ask game- tagged by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly !! thank you!!!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

horrible question to start out with for me cause i dont think i really have one???? i tend to not be as ship-focused as many people in fandom, and also unfortunately am the type of person to get REALLY into things and then many times my feelings dont stay super strong over time. so some Honorary Mentions are shules from psych cause thats probably my oldest remaining ship, ineffable husbands from good omens cause that was my first gay ship, and clintasha from marvel because thats the oldest ship i still have waves of strong feelings about

How many works do you have on AO3?

95, 8 of those being more than 1 chapter/a collection. i also deleted a good handful of fics from older fandoms when i rejoined ao3 in 2015 (i was an early adopter but then left for a while), as well as having a decent amount of fics on ff.net and a fandom specific site from Back In The Day

What’s your total AO3 word count?

just with the fics on there now, 348k. total fics i've written across sites/before deleting was probably closer to 400k. if we're including original fiction / fully rewritten drafts of the same books, i'm definitely over a million

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

hello my old heart (3209 - she ra, touched starved catra 1)

wherever is your heart (1700 - she ra, touched starved catra 2)

you or your memory (1262 - she ra, catradora ptsd exploration)

the memories and scars (1115 - fullmetal alchemist, parental royai and elric brothers fluff)

time take us (773 - she ra, adora chronic pain au)

also shoutout to this untitled good omens ficlet that got 17.5k on tumblr but did not do nearly as well in the ao3 collection lmao

Do you reply to comments, why or why not?

yes, i always do!!! idk it makes me happy to acknowledge the kind things people say ;; and frequently they say stuff in their comments that i want to scream back about or give explanations/behind the scenes for. also i've made friends this way!!!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

im not super a person to leave off with angsty endings, so in recent memory probably this catra cuts her hair fic that takes place after save the cat. or maybe this fic that is almost entirely claudia thedragonprince whump cause i was really Going TF Through It at the time and had to take it out on someone

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

i tend to go hurt/comfort or bittersweet a lot, but probably the like. just absolute Happiest is heartlines on your hand which was the last in the touch starved catra series and was just. the sappiest sap to ever sap

Do you write crossovers?

the only crossover i've ever done was an agents of shield/air bud crack fic that we DONT talk about. i got fucking bullied into doing it okay

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

not that much honestly? i got a few kind of mean comments on the touch starved catra #1 but also like. that fic got so popular there were bound to be a few. nothing else to my memory?? if there were a few on older stuff i probably just dont remember it at this point lmao

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i really dont lmao. besides not writing a ton of shippy stuff in general, i dont tend to write anything too Spicy. probably the closest i ever got was one short scene in this ineffable husbands 5 + 1 kissing fic that did not do as well as i thought it deserved tbh hahahaha

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of????? yall would tell me right lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

i wrote a little ficlet about elena aos celebrating a colombian holiday with the team and a colombian friend translated it for their family! but i believe that is it. that ficlet isnt even on ao3 i tried to find it but was unable to. i dont believe anything has been translated for public consumption

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i don't think so? but i have gotten fanfic for my aos adoption au series!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i pretty much write things in one sitting or not at all lmao. i dont tend to take on a lot of series and stick to one shots as well. unless its over 8k i probably wrote it in one day. even the ones longer than that usually took less than a week from start to publication (for example, paladin!aelwyn fic is 15k and took 4 days of actual writing over less than a week to write, edit, and publish)

What are your writing strengths?

i feel like im best at dialogue and tend to get a lot of compliments on in-character voices. dialogue is my favorite to write lmao. i also think im good at describing spacing and movements, because i tend to think like. almost exclusively verbally and like?? physically?? if that makes sense?? when i write i picture almost nothing but i can "feel" what the character is doing. like i imagine making the gestures and everything but dont necessarily see anything as a picture in my head

(fun fact: for actual play fic i actually uh. picture the players acting it out, not the characters in the world. lmao whoops. like the first draft of it at least is 'what does this look/sound like at the table' and then i make it into a fic)

What are your writing weaknesses?

coming from the last question, definitely description, again because i picture almost nothing when i write. i have a VERY VERY hard time thinking with visuals. even when im coming up with description, i just THINK WORDS that would describe something, not picture it. so a lot of time i have to base my description on something or im just like. pulling descriptive words out of my ass with no basis. and the visual of it doesnt always make sense to other people. the other thing i struggle a lot with is action scenes, rip

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i think there's a time and a place and a right way to do it. i think with anything, it's not a "write what you know" but "know what you write". if youre writing someone multilingual, understand how multilingual people actually talk and use those languages. i think the closest i've gotten is "writing signs" for amaya from dragon prince. obviously thats not exactly the same, but for those fics i went back and forth between translating what she was saying, giving the exact signs without grammar, or just describing the movement of the signs. i dont know that i did it perfectly, but i did my best and learned from it. everything in those fics was knowledge i gained from my ASL classes in college (mostly taught by Deaf teachers)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

technically digimon when i was like 7 years old lmao but first published fic was for avatar in 2007 on ff

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

it definitely changes depending on what i've written recently, but i'm really proud of paladin!aelwyn fic and am still really happy with the catradora ptsd exploration and this self-indulgent ineffable husbands mutual pining fic, but i also will say that writing humor is not always easy for me so whenever i feel like i pulled it off i am very proud of that hahaha

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