#› ' . psa. ˹ you look so stunned right now ˼

[romcomfemme]

this is a public service announcement to every girl in public ever. if you are complimenting someone gorgeous and then realize their very average friend happens to be standing there too you can just leave it at that. you don’t have to say “oh and you look good too”. because i pinkie promise i know you don’t mean it. you can just shut up actually and it will be way less awful for both of us

#ash rambles #i am so used to it at this point i know i surround myself with stunning six foot tall people #but come on. you just seem like an asshole now #like when men do it…. it’s men. what else am i going to expect. but GIRLS? #secondary psa to gorgeous friends you don’t have to say ‘i don’t know why she was like that you look gorgeous’ yes you do know #we do not have to pretend right now

[anadiasmount]

along with you - jude bellingham x reader.

GIF by anchyxsblog

quick sum: when giving him a taste of his own medicine, doesn't work out the way you planned... frustrated with your sudden change, jude is faced with his biggest fear, when all he wants is to be along with you.

wc: 2.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa🗣️: hiii!! seems like the theme on here is angst to fluff, so here’s a fic!! also my lovely @judethluvr has wrote a fic similar to this so please check it out here! like always, hope you enjoy! 🤍

“you’re stressing me out jude! please all i'm asking is five minutes in peace!” you yelled, covering your head and walking away from an agitated jude. “y/n you started this? what are you talking about? all i’m asking is why you did come to today's game?” jude followed behind, talking with his hands.

“why would i jude? it’s not like you even wanted me there,” you laugh sarcastically, crossing your arms and facing a confused jude. “i heard what you said in your stupid interview yesterday and today. i’m not going to a place i’m not wanted or invited!” you stressed, feeling tears wanting to run down you’re cheeks.

it had been a rough start for you, not for jude. top goal scorer in the league, back to back man of the matches, top of the group table in the UCL. he had no trouble quickly adapting to a new city and country. while you had it different, the language barrier, your new school, and job, friends. you had no one here besides jude.

it was easier in germany where you could easily travel to him by train or plane. it was closer to england, and your home. where your family and friends were. you could spend the weekend there and come back for school and work. when jude asked you to move with you were estatic, more than grateful to have a partner like him who respects and values you always.

madrid was interesting start. the move was easy and finding the home was better. spending constant nights on the single couch and eating takeout because his and yours stuff from germany had been delayed. when jude became the new sensation, you didn’t expect the constant stalking, digging into your private life, crowds everywhere you went together even if you had tried to hide from them.

you could never get used to it, and it was becoming difficult when jude started to feed into that attention. spending more nights out with his team than at here with you. he constantly forgot about events you had, when you never forgot any of his. always there when he asked and said. you just wanted jude here. your jude.

“what are you in about? what did i even say?”jude tries to defend him, coping your movements by crossing his arms. “you know exactly what you said. i refuse to be treated like a plate for a second table. if you think i can’t be enough for you tell ME not the whole world?” you say, looking at the floor.

“all i want is for you to start being there for me. i missed one game jude, one game. you missed so many of my events since we moved here because you’re so focused on what’s ahead instead of what’s and who’s around you, living life in the moment. i’m tired, i’m tired of you acting selfish.”

you had said it. you always spoke your truth. if they wanted to listen, you’d speak until you felt the need to stop. you were humble and honest, which jude loved. but right now he felt his head would explode from anger and disappointment in himself. his chest tighten at how your words stung and told him to face reality.

“i’m being selfish? it’s my job y/n! i have to think of what’s my future, how i can better in myself and help my teams! just because i missed your events doesn’t mean you should do the same!,” jude stunned you, looking at him with wide eyes. sadness disappearing and now fury filling your veins.

“you see what i mean! this! this whole new persona and attitude! this wasn’t the jude from a year ago who always cared for those around him. this jude is to stuck, sticking his head in the wrong places. afraid to make any mistakes, because oh god forbid he can’t make them,” you say, voice laced with venom as you’d told up straighter.

“what am i supposed to do y/n? you hardly go out anymore, you’re always here or at work or uni. moaning and always tired, getting to our home late. what about the times i need you here? here with me to spend time with each other? to be there for you along with you?”

jude had finally caught up to the taste of his own medicine. it took him nearly three months to realize what you were doing. he did the same, so why couldn’t you? make him feel what you felt. what he was putting you through.

“excuse my language, but that’s bullshit. i’m always here, you just don’t care enough anymore to see that. i’m done with you testing my patience and limit, jude. if you can see or at least acknowledge where i’m coming from then we should think of our future. since your so good at that these days,” you say shakily, becoming afraid of what his next words would be.

jude saw you. you were standing here begging him, at your most vulnerable and sensitive state. your eyes pleading him to understand. you rarely got like this, and when you did, it absolutely drained you. your muscles felt lose, throat sore, eyes puffy, and head hard at steel. you hated fighting, or even have the smallest arguments, but if they didn’t happen, it wasn’t a healthy relationship.

“maybe i will y/n…” jude said angrily. he felt angrier at himself than the situation. you knew you had your reasons to not go and that was fine. he didn’t expect you to attend always but he needed and wanted you there yesterday. it was hurting him but he knew you were just telling him the truth. the truth that needed to be said the moment he started to change.

“if you feel like that jude, i won’t waste your time any longer. just say the words jude,” you test him, tears falling down your cheeks as you approached him pointing to the floor with your index finger as you spoke. jude tensed, clenching his jaw and swallowed heavily.

you took his silence as an answer, shaking your head as you began to cry and go upstairs. you felt torn and confused at where you two laid. it wasn’t easy. making a choice like that, let alone saying it out loud. your eyes felt red and dry, cheek having stains if your makeup and tears, heart dwelling to make things right even though it shouldn’t be you.

your heart was beating faster, and it didn’t stop the entire evening as you got ready for bed. we’re you really prepared to let him go just like that? just because of miscommunication and wanting to be petty? just because you were asking from his part when you did yours? it wasn’t fair, he was never like that before. he didn’t make you question your every move or word nowadays.

you attempted to fall asleep next to him, but you just couldn’t. your head raced at every interaction and touch with him. tears continued to fall from your eyes as you stared at his back facing you. why did he feel like a stranger all of a sudden? someone you couldn’t read anymore? someone who felt distant and cold? he was your boyfriend!

you couldn't stand it anymore... the distance, the argument, the pain, the confusion. you quickly grabbed your blanket and pillow and headed downstairs to the guest bedroom. you were careful with your movemntst and noise not wanting to wake up jude who desrved his sleep. he overworked himself, and the last thin you wanted was to wake him and him be angry at you again.

once settled in, you tucked yourself into the sheets. you went into a fetal position, tears continuing to fall down your face and landing on the pillow softly. when they rolled down slowly, they tickled your skin. you were super sensitive and when you cried, you cried like your life depended on it. you didn't even feel yourself fall asleep, eyes slowly closing and went complete dark.

jude was still puzzled and disappointed in himself. he sat on the kitchen island left wondering why the hell he isnt fighting for you and make you feel wanted, to fix and do what you were asking for. jude knew you were having trouble adapting here, but he was wrong for thinking you'd get over it. you were right, he was thinking of himself and him only.

he can't even remember the last time doing something for you when you asked. you always agreed with no hesitation, no matter how tired or unsure you were, you were there always. why couldn't he do the same for you? why did he let himself be this naive and selfish and think about him only?

the future he had in his head was getting married, having kids, owning a couple of pets, and traveling to give you the world. jude knew he wanted and needed you here in Madrid, he thought it would be best for both of you, a new chapter, which is why he asked you. you left a whole country, friends and family, your old life for him. and here he was acting ungrateful over a stupid game you didn't attend?

the images of you crying and looking lost at him triggered and were marked in his head. the way you slowly let out a breath of disbelief at his silence before rushing upstairs to lock yourself into the room, jude should've given you the space when you asked but he was eager to know and wanted to listen to how you felt, he should've never pushed or made assumptions about you.

jude couldn't sleep either, overthinking how the situation went. his body was drained from the game and how even he let out a few tears when he was left alone. how he had given the impression he had given up. he blinked rapidly, biting his lip anxiously at how he should approach you or apologize.

"y/n?" jude turned over, panic running up his body as he propped himself up at the sight of an empty bed, sheets ruffled and no pilllow there. he ran into the bathroom, then down the library you use to study, all empty. he walked downstairs figuring you may have gotten a glass of water. but nothing was there. he looked in the final place which was the guest room.

he knocked on the door, met with silence. "y/n? my love are you in there?" he knocked again, a bone inside him telling him you were there just choosing to avoid him. "please y/n..." jude landed his forehead on the wooden door, facing the fact whether to go in or go to sleep. he picked the first option, immediately nervous at the sight of you laying on your side.

you had woken up, your throat felt dry and your eyes even drier than before. you felt the bed sink in, jude lying close to you as you faced the window, eyes following the trace of lights outside caused by the moon. you yawned, closing your eyes and trying to focus on what he would say.

"i know i don't deserve it, but you know i can't sleep when you're not next to me..."

"i'm so stupid y/n... you were right. all along i've thought about myself and stuck my head in place it should've never been. all because i have this fear if i don't do what they say, i will fail. when in the ned i failed you, my sweetest y/n..." jude said softly, mimicking your moves and laying on his side where his chest made contact with your back.

"i should be able to make those mistakes and learn from it, it's a part of being human. one mistake can't define my whole career and life. you and i know i'm better than that. which is why i won't make the mistake of pushing you away when i know i should fight for us." jude kissed your bare shoulder. you could feel your chin tremble and your chest hot as tears threatened to fall again.

"i can't make the mistake of giving up on someone who moved a whole new city for me. make the mistake of walking away from the person who will drop what they're doing just to hold or talk to me. make the biggest mistake of leaving the person i can call home and be safe in. i can't and i refuse to let you go when you belong along with me..." jude cried, his words coming out shakily as he cried as well.

"i'm so sorry y/n. you didn't deserve anything in what i put you through... for how i made you feel? for how i treated you? not anything that was caused by my idiocy. i should've have listened to you, cared for you, maybe even helped you to try and find a solution," jude continued to let out, stopping every now and then to peck your shoulder and neck. showering you with the love and touch you craved.

you hadn't moved, your tears silently killing you from the inside and out as you heard his pleas and cries. your inside burned and you almost felt suffocated at the world for how they threw things at you when you least expected it. "whatever it takes, i will make it up to you. be there for you like you always have been for me. to love and care for like i promised to you that day."

you turned over slowly, meeting jude's brown eyes bloodshot red. you brought your hand to wipe his tears away, kissing the tip of his nose, watching how his eyes fluttered in a relaxed manner. you hugged him, your head finding home in the nape of his neck as you cried. "just hold me, please jude..."

and he did just that, nails raking against your bare back and hand smoothly running up and down your spine as he held you close, afraid to let go. jude knew it was a start and it would take a while for you to fully accept his apology. but he was willing to take anything you wanted or asked for.

"i'm glad you're prepared and know what you want because to me that means security and trust. that i know were on the same page and i won't be afraid of telling you what i want. just please jude, don't ever push me away like you did just to satisfy yourself and others around you..." you demanded, your forehead resting against his.

"i promise princess. you have my word."

your lips were centimeters apart, and with a final push, you closed the distance. jude hummed in delight as you kissed him with pure love and urgency. not pulling away until you giggled and pushed back. "now let's go to sleep, but in our bed, because staying in here is starting to freak me out..." you say laughing. jude picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walked out into the stairs.

"couldn't agree more. let's go to our bed, where i can finally sleep peacefully knowing we're okay..."

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[mind-less-boy]

PSA for all Artists out there that need to hear it (including me)

If you’re looking at your art now and thinking you haven’t improved at all, lemme tell you something:

YOU HAVE IMPROVED!

If you look back at art back when you first started, you’ve gotten so much better! Look at that amazing line art, the stunning color pallet, the freaking amazing backround! If the you a year ago could see the art you’re making now, they’d be so proud! And this ain’t just for digital artists, this goes out to all the traditionals, the painters, the sculptors, everyone! You have all improved so much, and that’s something to be proud of! Even if that hand still doesn’t look quite right (let’s be real, hands are difficult for everyone), even if the eye doesn’t seem to be cooperating, or if you still have to use brushes of leaves or braids or fabric, you’re still learning! And not to say uses brushes like that is bad, it’s still amazing art that you’ve worked so hard to produce!

If you ever feel down because it doesn’t feel like your art is improving, my best advice to look back at a piece you did a while ago, because you can see the improvement. I encourage all of you to keep practicing and keep drawing because you’re art is so good!

PSA concluded!

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[vivalas-vega]

boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader

this is porn. this is literally porn with minimal plot based on boyfriend by dove cameron. sorry to my jake girlies, he’s not portrayed the nicest in this lol I love him I really do but..... I just have thoughts about phoenix. this is my psa that my requests are open for nat, send them all my way pls n thx

boyfriend / natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader

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word count: 1.8k

warnings: drinking, infidelity, as mentioned porn with minimal plot, oral (f-receiving), a little bit of edging

Your boyfriend’s arm felt heavy slung around your waist as you sat at the bar ordering a drink. The energy in the club was infectious and the energy of your group even more so as everyone celebrated Rooster’s birthday. You ordered something strong, something to loosen you up, something to hopefully make you enjoy your surroundings. You felt fingers trail down your arm before gripping your hand and you turned to see Phoenix looking at you with that look that had you rising from your seat and following her in an instant to the dance floor, vaguely gesturing behind you at Jake to join you. You let the alcohol do its job, washing over you and lowering your inhibitions as you danced with your friends, leaning against Jake as he swayed behind you. Your skin felt hot and a grin never left your face, hips moving to the beat and getting lost in the moment.

Two drinks turned to three, then four and then your group was somehow meandering to the Hard Deck just like you always did, the home base… Penny had given you all looks of disappointment at your varying ranges of inebriation and disarray but poured your drinks anyways as you settled in to close out the night. You’d started by Jake’s side but slowly as the evening progressed he got more and more invested in his conversations with Coyote, or Rooster, or Bob and you found yourself shrinking back and claiming a seat near the bar, your absence being missed by your boyfriend as you watched him for a moment before mindlessly scrolling on your phone and waiting for last call so you could drag him home. 

“Didn’t think I’d find you not glued to his side tonight,” Phoenix said and it stirred something in your chest, you didn’t know if you should be defensive or shrug it off.

“Taking a breather,” you decided to respond and she nodded as she slid into the booth beside you. You felt the hair on the back of your neck rise as she looked you over appreciatively, “didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier but you really look beautiful tonight.” she said and your cheeks burned under the praise, unsure of how to accept it.

“Thank you,” you said softly, taking a moment to look at her and you felt struck by how stunning she was. You’d always admired her. Her cool and collected demeanor was alluring and her sharp gaze had captivated you on countless occasions but her proximity made it feel all the more overwhelming. “You look beautiful tonight too, always do.” you added and she softly smiled. 

“Did you really need a breather or is there another reason you’re not over with your boyfriend right now?” she asked and you again didn’t know how to feel about the statement. 

“Didn’t think he’d miss me,” you said and she hummed in response.

“Don’t know how he couldn’t,” she replied and your eyebrows furrowed as her fingers trailed your arm for the second time this evening… to the outside eye it would look innocent, like two friends drunk and spilling life stories in a secluded booth but on the inside there was something bubbling beneath the surface, just about to reach its boiling point. “If I were him, I’d never leave you alone,” she said, eyes holding yours intently and you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.

“Why is that?” you asked.

“Pretty girl sitting all alone in a booth near last call? Someone else might swoop in,” she said and you let out a laugh though there wasn’t much humor in it. “Especially you, he should know better than to ever take his attention off you… I know I don’t,” she whispered the last part and goosebumps rose on your skin. Her fingers were still drawing absentminded patterns against your skin and it felt like she was leaving fire in their wake. 

“You don’t?” you asked and you felt dumb, but you were having a hard time conjuring anything else when she was holding your gaze the way she was, touching you so innocently that you felt ridiculous for feeling so affected. 

She shook her head and removed her fingers from your arm to trail across your cheekbone before pushing strands of hair behind your ear and you leaned into the touch, “never… can’t seem to take my eyes off you.” she said and you flushed again. She smirked at the response, clearly enjoying how little it took to wrap you around her finger. “If I’m not reading into things I recall you not being able to take your eyes off me either,” she accused and you felt stripped bare, eyes widening at the truth her words held and she chuckled.

“I’m sorry-” you started, looking down to your palms but her finger hooked under your chin and forced your eyes back to hers.

“I’m not,” she said and you missed her touch when she pulled her hand back… she noticed and instead placed it on your thigh. Her fingers danced higher, slipping under the hem of your skirt and your breath caught in your throat, heart pounding so loud it clouded your hearing and your mind felt dizzy at how little it took for her to wind you up so tight.

“Jake is…” you sighed, not knowing how to finish that sentence and she glanced over to your friends briefly before returning her attention to you.

“Not wondering where you are,” she said, and you thought those words should have hurt you… the fact that he was so preoccupied elsewhere that in the past twenty minutes he hadn’t thought to check where you’d gone. She raised her other hand to cup your jaw and pull you closer as she whispered in your ear, “besides… I can be a much better boyfriend than him.” Her fingers gripped the soft skin of your thighs and you leaned into her. Her perfume was intoxicating, sandalwood and jasmine, and when you leaned back slightly to look in her eyes suddenly there was no one else in this bar. You leaned forward tentatively, letting your lips brush against hers and you felt electricity thrumming in your veins as she surged forward and captured you in a kiss. She tasted like tequila and peppermint and you wanted more, you gently bit her bottom lip before you pulled back and suddenly she was gripping your wrist and tugging you out of the booth to someplace more private.

The bathroom door swung shut behind you and she pressed you against it in an instant, locking it as she did and it was a clash of tongues and teeth as you desperately tried to pull her closer. She led you by the waist to the bathroom sink and slid her hands underneath your ass to lift you onto it. You wrapped your legs around her and dipped your head back as she kissed down your neck, leaving traces of her lipstick in her wake but you didn’t seem to care. Her touch was gentle but firm, caressing you in all the right ways as she sank to the floor and pushed your skirt up to your waist. You thought to yourself that you should be stopping this, you should be going back to your boyfriend and trying to forget this ever happened but you wanted the way she was looking up at you as she spread your legs apart to be burned into your memory forever. Her fingers trailed over your clothed heat delicately as she placed kisses along your thighs and you bucked into her touch, whining as she teased you and you could feel her lips curl into a smirk against your skin.

“I’d be willing to bet he can’t get you this worked up,” she said and you moaned as she applied pressure to your clit. She was right… he couldn’t, no one had ever had you so close to careening off a ledge before they’d even properly touched you. “Such a shame,” she whispered, tugging your underwear down your legs and you shivered as the cold air hit your already soaked cunt. She moaned against you as she licked a stripe through your folds, savoring the taste of you and your hands instinctively went to thread through her silky hair and push it away from her face as you bucked against her. “So responsive,” she cooed, tongue circling your clit and you fought to stifle the sound that threatened to rip through you. 

“Phoenix,” you sighed as she expertly licked and sucked at you, using a hand to steady your hips and keep you from falling off the counter. You whined as you felt a finger press into your entrance, then two and your hand flew to cover your mouth when she began massaging that spot inside you that had pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. This was all so new and foreign but felt so right as she worked you up, pulling back slightly to tease you as your walls began clenching around her fingers.

“Poor thing, wound up so tight, already going to cum for me?” she taunted and you let out a soft groan as she lightly flicked her tongue across your sensitive bundle of nerves, body jolting and writhing as she instead focused on sucking marks into your thighs, fingers shallowly thrusting into you before pulling out completely to shove her fingers in your mouth and you eagerly closed around them, sucking off every trace of yourself. She lifted her head briefly to watch and moaned at the sight before returning to her worship of your soft skin and your chest heaved as your hips wiggled, your body yearning for her to touch you again as you felt your arousal dripping down your legs. She kissed her way back to your clit and you gasped when she sucked it into her mouth and pushed her fingers back into you, curling and thrusting just right as your eyes rolled back. 

Heat was prickling across your skin as you tried to keep quiet but all you wanted to do was scream her name as you felt the tension begin to grow and she moaned against you when she felt you clenching around her fingers, the vibration sending jolts through your body. She slid her free hand up your body to intertwine her fingers with yours and your legs shook around her head as your climax overtook you, pure ecstasy flooding through your veins and clouding your vision as she worked you through it, lapping up everything you had to give her. She pulled away when you jerked back at the overstimulation and stood where you pulled her in for a kiss, tasting yourself on her and wrapping your legs around her again. 

“I’m going home… I think you should ditch your boyfriend and meet me there,” she said, stepping back and giving you a smirk as she wiped her face and left you alone in the bathroom reeling, body still trembling and aching for her in her absence. You slid off the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and wiping at your smudged lipstick before walking out of the bathroom and out of the bar without even looking back.

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 9.5

Authors note: New Years special!! 🎉

PSA: This will be the last update for a bit as I will be focusing on getting my requests out. But breaks will still be had to update this and my other fics

Warnings: none, all fluff!

Word count: 1650    Nat Masterlist    Marvel Masterlist     TCYM Masterlist

  As everyone gathers in Maximoffs living room, watching the tv in anticipation you can’t help but gaze at your loving mate and pup instead. You can’t believe how much your life has changed this year, these last few months specifically. You've gotten everything you wanted. Natasha was yours now, Dima was too and now he has a sibling on the way. You almost couldn’t believe it, but the way the Omega looks at you constantly reminds you that it is indeed true.

  “What are you thinking about moya lyubov'(my love)?” your mate asks as she catches the way you're looking at her

   You smile and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her and your pup closer, “Just that I'm extremely lucky to be able to call you mine”

   She practically melts at your admission and a small purr erupts from her, “I’m the lucky one”

   Yelena rolls her eyes at the two of you, “Ick, you're both being so gushy again” 

   Wanda elbow her, “Stop testing them, it’s incredibly cute to see them interact”

   “Maybe for you who doesn’t see them too often, but I see them all over each other almost constantly” the blonde retorts, causing your Omega to blush 

    Carol laughs, “Still so easy to fluster when it comes to Y/n, eh Romanoff?”

   You look down at your mate, “You used to get flustered over me?”

   “Only all the time” Clint adds with a smirk causing your Omega to groan

   “Oh leave them be. Wanda and Vis are always off somewhere cuddling and Carol, you're always sneaking off to spend time with Val and Maria” Jenn reminds them

   A blush settles on Wanda's cheeks as Vision rubs his neck in embarrassment, and Clint laughs at the stunned expression the police Captain wears and the glare she sends his way has no doubt scared many a criminal she's had in interrogation.

   “Shut it Barton. Don’t even get me started on how bad you are with Laura” 

   He huffs and playfully crosses his arms, “I am not”

   “Sure, that's why you had two out of three pups so soon after each other” you tease, earning yourself a giggle from Nat and a sour look from her best friend

   “Alright alright” Vis says with a raise of his hands, “If we keep up with the playful banter we’ll all miss the reason we're all gathered here in the first place.”

   “Vis is right” Jen agrees, turning her attention back to the tv

   Carol nods, “Right, we watch the ball drop, then get back to annoying the shit out of each other.”

   “You're terrible Danvers” Nat says with a smile that says otherwise

   You shake your head at your best friend, “You get used to it”

   “Guys” Wanda reprimands, reminding everyone to put a stop to the teasing for now and everyone settles down, their attention back on the screen as the countdown begins.

   10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1, Happy New Year!!

   The mated pairs all share loving kisses as the others cheer to greet the new year, and your mate giggles as her sister rolls her eyes and takes Dima from her.

   “My poor plemyannik(nephew), let me get you away from your parents for a bit”

   “I don’t hear him complaining” your mate teases

   Yelena scoffs, “Only because he can not talk yet”

   “He can talk” you retort, “He calls us Mama all the time”

   The Beta glares, “You know that is not the kind of talking I meant. Now shush and let me take him for snacks and apple juice” You both laugh as she heads off to the kitchen, Wanda and Vision following her in order to grab the gathering some drinks of their own. 

   With her arms now free Natasha loops them around your waist, pulling herself closer to you. You hold her tightly as she purrs and she's nearly overwhelmed by the love she feels between the two of you. The pup growing inside her is further proof of this love, and she honestly couldn’t be happier. Especially so considering Bruce still didn’t seem to know her location, and even if he did Jen made sure that Nat had a restraining order against him. She knew if he found her and came anywhere near then not only would you beat his ass and have Carol arrest him again, but his own cousin would have him put away for at least a few years and this gave her a sense of peace. 

   She's brought from these thoughts as her sister and the Maximoffs return to the room. Yelena takes a seat with her nephew, allowing him to sip on his apple juice as she shares some of the snack she brought out for them and Wanda begins to dutifully pass out the drinks. By the time she gets to the two of you you're now sitting on the same couch as Yelena.

   “Here you guys go” the Omega says with a smile, handing you and your mate your glasses

   “Thanks Wans” Nat says, only taking the drink to be able to partake in the traditional toast your friend group does

   Once everyone has their drinks the brunette heads back over to her Alpha, he smiles and loops an arm around her shoulder before looking around the room at all his friends, “Thank you everyone for joining us again this year. Wanda and I are very glad you could all make it. So here's to our friendship, our relationships with our mates, the health of the Danvers, Barton and Romanoff pups, and to this new year together”

   Everyone clinks their glasses together and takes a sip of their drinks, with the exception of two people. Wanda and Natasha. This goes unnoticed by your mate, she's too busy trying to get you to not chug your drink in order to drink hers as well. Wanda however notices right away and quickly determines that her best friend isn’t drinking for the same reason she isn’t.

  “Oh my god, Nat!” she practically squeals, running over to the redhead, “Are you with pup again?” Everyone's gaze turns to your mate and you don’t miss the look of excitement in Yelena's eyes.

   Your Omega smiles and grabs your hand, “I am, Y/n and I are expecting”

   Everyone cheers in congratulations, though Nat can hardly hear it as her best friend's body embraces her tightly. Wanda can’t help the few tears that form in her eyes, not only because of her happiness for her best friend finally getting the life she has always wanted and deserved, but also because this means their pups will be the same age.

   She pulls back enough to be able to look at your mate properly, “Vis and I are expecting too” 

   Your friend group cheers again and Nats eyes go wide, “You are? Really?”

   “Yes!” the other Omega says with an excited nod, “This is so wonderful Nat! I thought my pup would only have Dima as a friend, but now they’ll have two friends”

   Your mate smiles, “Our pups will all be best friends just like us”

   “What am I then, chopped liver?” Clint teases 

   “Oh hush Barton” Yelena chides, “Sestra(sister), I’m very happy for you. And you too, Y/n.”

   “Thanks Lena, we couldn't be happier” you reply, letting your hand come to rest on Nats barely there bump

   “Do you hear this plemyannik(nephew)?” the blond asks, looking down at him, “You're going to be a big brother!”

   The pup excitedly babbles as if he understands his Aunties words causing you all to laugh and smile at him, which in turn causes a smile to spread across his face as well.

   “He’s going to be an amazing big brother”

    Around an hour later you finally pull into your garage, and your mate chuckles softly at the snoozing pup in the back seat.

   “Poor little guy” you exclaim as you unbuckle him, “We kept him up so late tonight”

   Nat nods, “We did, but hopefully that just means he’ll sleep in tomorrow”

   You nod in agreement before taking him upstairs and tucking him in. Once you make your way back downstairs you're surprised to see Natasha not in the bedroom, but standing there in front of the still decorated Christmas tree that Liho sleeps under.

   “Everything ok Natty?”

   She turns to you, a tearful smile on her face, “Everything is so perfect Y/n. Thank you for giving Dima an amazing first Christmas, and giving me the best Christmas I’ve ever had”

   You don’t hesitate to kiss her, “Of course baby, but you don’t have to thank me for that. It’s my pleasure to do such things for you both”

   “I know” she nods, “But you deserved to be thanked for taking such good care of us and loving us so well”

   You smile softly and wrap your arms around her waist, “I love you, my Omega”

   “I love you too, my Alpha, always will.”

   Unbeknownst to you however, in a car across the street someone watches this interaction through your open blinds, and what he sees both angers and disgusts him.

    “I knew it” the Alpha grows to himself, “That lying bitch. She had my Omega and pup this whole time. And if Nat thinks I’m just going to sit here and let another, less able Alpha raise my son then she has another thing coming.”

   He takes out his phone and quickly sends off a few texts to an unsaved number before he glances back in your house's direction. He seethes with rage as he sees you both embrace in a heated kiss causing his grip on the steering wheel to tighten. But what he sees next is nearly enough to make him snap the thing in half. There, plain as day on your neck is a mark. You were claimed. His Omega claimed you, not him.

   “You're so fucking dead Y/n.”

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oooooh okay hear me out- freddy carter x singer!reader (+ sab cast). where she has a new album to announce while the sab crew is announcing s2? and it's just the cast hyping y/n up and her hyping them up <3

Reflections and Renewals : Freddy Carter x Reader (& Platonic!SaB Cast x Reader)

Descr: SMAUs of Freddy Carter’s girlfriend/wife (unspecified) singer!reader and the Shadow and Bone cast supporting each other on their latest releases!

Warnings: few curse words, minor flirting, that’s all I think!

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yourusername: I did a thing… 🤭

My new album Reflections drops in late March! 🎵

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freddycarter1: So proud of you, my darling virtuoso ❤️

yourusername: My #1 fan❤️❤️❤️

jessie_mei_li: @/yourusername we’ll see about that, I’ll fight for that title ❤️🤺

freddycarter1: also, “did a thing” as if you didn’t record the most profoundly brilliant piece of art yet again 🙄

yourusername: ily ❤️

benbarnes: stoked! sneak peak for your mate?

yourusername: for THE Ben Barnes? But, why of course 😉

amitasuman_: You look stunning! Another album already?! 👏🔥

yourusername:🥹

archierenaux3: y/n, for real? Is this one going to make me cry again?

yourusername: if I say yes will it prevent you from listening? 🫢

archierenaux3: @/yourusername absolutely not! Are you kidding? No force on earth could prevent that xxx❤️

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freddycarter1 Still waiting on that crow emoji, @apple?

Season ✌️ March 16th

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yourusername: KANEJ!!! 😍😍😍

yourusername: honey, you look sooo good ❤️

freddycarter1: pot calling the kettle black there, my darling 😘

amitasuman_: 🪶 we definitely need a crow emoji, let’s get on with it @/apple

yourusername: I agree but while we’re at it, I also need a new phone in general cause I drowned this one with my tears over this beautiful photo of my favorite TV couple 😭

amitasuman_: @/yourusername stoppp ❤️❤️

yourusername: @/amitasuman_ can’t stop, won’t stop. You are both so talented and pretty 😍

yourusername: can’t wait to let my gifted man take over the television screen day and night as he so perfectly embodies Kazzle Dazzle once again 👀🖤

freddycarter1: you’ve lost it my dear 🤣❤️

yourusername: @/freddycarter1 for you & the rest of the S&B cast? 🤷‍♀️ I’m fine with that!

kittheyounger: let’s go! 🪶🖤

yourusername: I need more Wesper content Kit ⏱️

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yourusername: You have all been so supportive with me announcing this new album, so here’s a sneak peek into the contents 🥰

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freddycarter1: bloody hell, you’re radiant ❤️❤️❤️

freddycarter1: PSA: for those wondering, as amazing as the song titles are, I assure you the lyrics and tracks themselves are somehow far more enthralling 😉

yourusername: Freddyyyy 🥹 you’re too much ❤️

freddycarter1: @/yourusername I’m simply verbalizing your skillset, love 🙌

paddygibson: sounds incredible already y/n/n!

calahan.skogman: wow! I’m at a loss for words… all I can say right now is… wow!

amitasuman_: so very intrigued 👀

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shadowandbone: We all have debts to pay. Two days 'til Shadow and Bone Season 2.

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yourusername: 😍 these next two days better pass quickly!

freddycarter1: brick by brick 🖤

yourusername: When these aforementioned debts are paid… Can I be your next investment? 🫣

freddycarter1: @/yourusername 💀 love … 😂

benbarnes: This is one ace of a promo poster 🙌

yourusername: couldn’t agree more, but so is yours!

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shadowandbone: You’re not ready for S2. But it’s here! ☀️

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yourusername: Has it been even 12 hours since it dropped? No. Have I already binged all 8 episodes? Yes. 🙌 Will I wait patiently for S3? No. 🙅‍♀️ Am I in love with this cast? Yes. 💯 That’s all. ❤️

amitasuman_: … Did you truly?! 🥹

freddycarter1: @/amitasuman_ she did 😂

yourusername: @/amitasuman_ @/freddycarter1 course I did 💁‍♀️ you’re all so unbelievably and incredibly talented 🙌❤️❤️

yourusername: We finally have everyone together 😭 couldn’t have asked for a better cast for any of the Grishaverse characters 🤩 p.s. you all look PHENOMENAL ❤️

lbardugo: agreed y/n! 🖤

yourusername: @/lbardugo and a special thank you to the most wonderful person who made it all possible 🙌🖤

jessie_mei_li: ☀️🖤

yourusername: Love you trying to intimidate Nikolai! And looking stunning while doing so! 😍

jessie_mei_li: @/yourusername ilysm xxx

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yourusername: It’s here! I’m so thrilled to share these songs with you!

My latest album, Reflections, is officially available on Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Pandora, and wherever else you listen to music! It’s also set to hit stores this afternoon!

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freddycarter1: just when I think I couldn’t be more proud, you prove me wrong ❤️ just like this album, you are truly exceptional, darling. xxx

yourusername: 🥹❤️

jacktwolfe: unreal! It’s staying on repeat all day ❤️

amitasuman_: girl, you killed this! 🙌

archierenaux3: already crying… you’re so talented it’s unbelievable xx

longbrophy: I officially have a new favorite album 🥰

calahan.skogman: damn, you seriously have a way with words!

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[kmmultifandomshipper222]

Author Notes: PSA: I have no idea what fishing is actually like, I just write for the plot aka “Elenaomi” . Since there are so few fanfics of Elenaomi I’m making my own, but only available on Tumblr.

Chapter 1

The Boat

Looking out at the sea Naomi spied a net the crew forgot to haul up. After securing the net, fish tumbled onto the deck. The next day Naomi set out again with her crew until the sun set. Sailing was easy for Naomi, but it got lonely sometimes. All day she would hear the crew talk about their spouses and parters; and families back at shore. Don’t get her wrong, having her Dad to sail back to every day helped, but she waned to go on grand adventures and see the world!! And maybe… one day settle down; have a family someday.

What she didn’t know was that her future wife would come barging into her life in the form of the royal princess. Naomi started her day as she usually would. Eating breakfast, changing into work clothes, and helping to prepare the ship. As the squeaking wheels of the yet to be delivered fish rolled down the pier she heard two locals talking about the boats that kept disappearing; likely someone was stealing them, but no one had seen anything yet. The royal guard had found nothing for days on end… , but there was nothing that could be done.

Spotting the huge dark brown sign “Trading post of Avalor” Naomi walked in. “Same order today Naomi?” the owner said. “Yes, of course” Naomi replied her lips upturned slightly. “Have you heard about the third new ship that was stolen in last 24 hours?” Jamie said with worried tone. “What!? How!? Naomi stuttered, “I need to let my father know right away!!” She sprinted out the back door and up the stair.

“Dad, another ship’s gone missing” Naomi said, breathless from running all the way there. “I’m with the princess, Naomi.” Her father scolded her. The princess? Naomi thought, what is she doing out here in the port? Her train of thought abruptly stopped when she saw the princess’s eyes. Amber brown eyes like the color of a ship that had been freshly painted. She didn’t realize how beautiful the princess was until that moment, but that was to be expected, she was a princess after-all she reasoned. After helping Elena save the boat and her sister, and the daring adventure of riding a jaquin, she was exhausted. She wanted to sleep, but the royal crowing of princess Elena was that night and her father would expect her to be there with him, along with many other guests.

Naomi arrived at the ball in a purple and pink dress. She had trouble picking the right out fit because she wanted to look stunning for the ceremony. “Hey! Naomi nice to see you here! Mateo greeted cheerily. Hi, I didn’t know wizards were invited to these kinds of things.” Naomi jumped! She wasn’t ready for the laughter behind her back. “I’m glad I put you on the grand council! At least now I have someone to balance out Esteban’s humor” Elena said sarcastically with a smirk. Naomi felt her heartbeat speed up at the compliment and her face flush a light red. Naomi was about to thank the crowned princess for the compliment, when it was announced that the palace was closing down for the night.

No one noticed Naomi’s reaction to the compliment, except her father watching with a keen eye and serious expression. “Naomi what do think about the crowned princess” Nomi’s father said with a neutral voice. “Dad, She has a name you know”, Naomi said teasingly. “I think Elena will bring a new age of peace a prosperity to Avalor, with the right people by her side” she said thoughtfully. That was all her father needed to hear, to see that Naomi had built a strong friendship with the princess. It seemed like Naomi did not realize the strong feelings she had for the princess, and only time would tell whether or not it would bloom into something more, he thought to himself smiling. “Well, Elena is young and has much to learn, but I’m sure with your guidance she will make a great Queen”, Naomi’s father replied smiling.

Laying in bed that night, Naomi couldn’t stop thinking of the grand adventure she had and how she felt excited to start her new job as part of the grand council. She still felt nervous about work with the princess, but maybe that was because of how beautiful she is; Naomi thought casually.

Author Notes:

Let me know how I did with the first chapter. I don’t know when I’ll finish the second one because school is really busy for me rn.

Comments are really appreciated! Sorry for any mistakes in my writing, I’m seriously the worst writer you’ll ever read. (Feel free to repost, with credit to me of course.)

#elenaomi #elena of avalor #elena x naomi

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 28/41

Chapter  28: A Glittering Night Out

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Notes:

PSA: You shouldn't wear a butt plug for extended periods as it could result in ulcerations. However this is a fantasy story without such parameters, so...

Chapter  28: A Glittering Night Out

You  do up your hair in an elegant but quick twist and put on some quick makeup in the bathroom mirror. You walk into the dressing room and find your bee undies and a butt plug lying on the vanity counter. You didn’t bring your plugs, and this one looks different. 

“What’s this?” you ask Austin, who has just finished his hair in  the mirror with nothing but his boxer briefs.  Fuck his hair is gorgeous. You just want to fill your hands with it as he tongue fucks you into oblivion…. 

Damn, you need a fucking climax before you jump him outright in front of all the paparazzi. 

“That’s for you, I want you to wear it tonight,” he says, as though it were jewelry. 

You pick it up. It’s heavy stainless steel, in a size somewhere between the two you already have. The base is long and narrow and when you flip it over,  you see it has a blue jewel embedded in the base and the words ‘My Kitten’ engraved on each side.  It IS kind of like jewelry. 

“Did you have this made for me?” you ask, a little shocked. See, girlfriend. SHHH!

“Uh huh, and um, it’s the exact diameter of me, well, when I’m hard,” he takes it from you, “ so you’ll be perfectly ready for me when I fuck your ass later.”

“This… I… Wow. Thank you babe,” you stutter, this was totally unexpected and makes you feel warm and fuzzy. 

“And this is an actual blue sapphire,” he taps the gem with his finger, then reaches into his bag sitting on the luggage rack, “that matches these.” He pulls out a long thin box and hands it to you.

You open it to find a sparkling teardrop sapphire necklace and earrings, set in an infinity swirl studded with diamonds. It’s gorgeous. 

You are speechless. You just look up at him open mouthed. You have never received a gift like this from anyone. He is smiling ear to ear at your reaction. 

“Thank you Austin, I - I, didn’t expect any of this, I am stunned,” you whisper. 

“Clearly, here let me help,” he puts the plug back on the counter  and takes the necklace out of the box. You turn to the mirror as he fastens it around your neck. It sparkles in the dressing lights.  Austin turns you around, holds your chin in his hand and gazes deep into your eyes, into your soul with his own sparkly sapphires. 

“You are so special to me, Kitten. I never want you to forget that, no matter what,” he takes a big breath and grabs your hands, “and although I’m a little scared right now of what you will say,  I really feel like it’s time we stop trying to fool ourselves into thinking we aren’t actually in a serious relationship.”

You feel like you are in some movie right now. Did he HEAR the conversation you had in your head earlier? Was it some sort of voice over?

I must not fear.  You nod at him. 

“And I think we can do the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing and maintain our own independence,” he goes on. “I mean, we kinda are already. And I know you might be leaving for Antarctica and that you shy away from talking about it because you are scared. Frankly, it scares me too. But every time I’ve walked towards what I fear, it’s made me a better person. You make me a better person.  I’m already head over heels for you and if I didn’t try, I’d regret it. I really want to be yours and you to be mine, but in a sort of non-possessive way. Fuck, am I making sense?”   His face is begging, pleading that you understand

“Why Austin Buhtluha, are you askin’ me to officially go steady wi’ you?” you drawl in your southern accent, “yet continue to maintain our heretofore carefully cultivated interdependency?”

“Yes Ma’am, I am,” his southern Elvis drawl rolls over you as he smiles relieved that you get what he is trying to say.

“Well,” you reply, dropping the accent, “I think you are right. We are already there in all the ways that matter. And I am scared, but that’s ok cuz I’m more in love than I am scared.” You press your body close to him, “I’m already yours.”

He leans down and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. You imagine this is how the scene between Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'hara  would have gone if they had a healthy relationship. 

“God I love you, Kitten,” he holds you close,” and I’ve been yours since you sang back to me that you loved me too.” 

You stand holding one another in the middle of the closet, in nothing but underwear and sapphires. Fears dissolving as your hearts overflow. 

...

“I'll be right back,” he says, kissing your forehead and stepping out. 

He comes in with a bottle of lube in his hand and stops at the door, admiring you. 

“You are so gorgeous,” he sighs,” I want to put your plug in, if that’s ok with you?” he asks. 

“Is this your way of ‘pinning’ me?” you giggle as you climb eagerly onto one of the stools and press your hips back and up towards him. 

“Maybe, but I’m going to love knowing this is in you while we are out this evening,” he drips lube on your rosette and rubs it around with his finger. Oh lord, that feels good, you bite back a little moan of delight.

“Me too baby, Oh!” he pushes his finger inside you sliding slowly in and out. Rubbing your labia at the same time. Then he pushes in two fingers. After sliding in a few times, he pulls his fingers apart. He drips lube into the gap made by his fingers. The cool feeling in your ass makes you gasp a little. 

He pulls out his fingers and drizzles lube on the plug. It’s cold against your ass, making you pucker up tight. 

“Relax Kitten,” he says soothingly, gently rubbing circles around your ass cheeks. 

He starts to push it in, you relax around it as best you can. It just feels bigger and bigger, then he stops and lets you acclimate a little. 

Finally he just keeps pushing and it slips over the drop off point and snuggles into your ass. 

“God that is hot. I need a pic of that I don’t have anymore film, is it ok if I use my phone baby?” 

“Yes.” you trust this man implicitly.  You clean any extra lube off with the wet wipes you have in your bag. 

He disappears and comes back with his phone, taking close up pics.  Asking you to spread your cheeks so he can get a shot of the words. He finally checks the time. 

“Shit we have to go in 5 minutes!” he says. 

In a flurry, you both dive for your clothes.  Bee panties on, you slip into your dress, no bra needed as it had a built in one.  You strap your heels on and grab a clutch with your phone and lipstick and you are ready to go once Austin zips you up. 

Austin looks phenomenal in a tailored dark gray suit and a white shirt. No time for a tie, so he leaves it unbuttoned to his sternum. Fucking sexy. You don’t know if it’s a designer or not, but Austin makes everything he wears look designer. 

You find out the restaurant is a 6 minute walk from the hotel and decide to walk it.  It would take longer to get an uber. The heaviness of the plug in your ass is a reminder of what will come later. 

You get to Bachus right on time and end up having the three course Pre-Theatre Menu. The food is amazing. You can’t help periodically rocking back and forth, feeling Austin in your ass, well the girth of him at least.  And true to advertising, you get done in time to walk the two blocks to the theater. 

As you walk into the brutal, concrete structure of the playhouse, you think you see a flash go off in your direction. Austin quickly sweeps you through the doors.  No red carpet photos here! Even though you both look red carpet ready. 

The theater is very small and intimate, your seats are down about 4 rows back from the stage in the center. He chatters on about how much he loves the theater. How he wants to do more. How he would spend weeks at a time just going to plays in New York every day. You say how much fun you think that’d be. He promises to take you someday. 

You are seeing a solo play called “Mother”. It is powerful and moving, Thankfully the lady next to you knew what she was in for and had brought a box of tissues to share. The actress, Noni Hazelhurst was absolutely stunning! 

You were so swept away that you nearly forgot about the plug in your ass, until you stood up for the standing ovation at the end. The weight of it making you clench around it. 

As you are leaving, Austin is recognized by a female fan waiting for him in the lobby.  He takes a picture with them and signs an autograph. You stand back and watch how kind he is to her even though she is a bit much. He waves goodbye and with his hand on your waist walks with you out the door. You hear squeals of delight and ‘who was that with him?’ as the door shuts behind you.

In front of the theater is a courtyard with rows of trees and the big observation ferris wheel off to the side and the river bordering the North.  There are some couples walking hand in hand, and a few people milling about near the wheel, not any big crowds.

You start to wander, hand in hand,  in the opposite direction away from the people. Chatting about how you are going to get home.  He insists on an uber back to the hotel, just to be safe. You would rather walk the river. He points out that dressed up as you both are, you could be targets. You suspect that getting recognized and that potential camera flash has him feeling skittish.

So you wait for the uber near the famous BRISBANE sign, talking about the play. He really gets into analyzing her performance as only a dedicated actor can. You keep coming back to how it made you feel.  

“It just was like a kick to the belly,” you comment, “ I mean the madness she was going through. How out of touch from reality she was.”

“But was she really?” he asks, “I mean the madness to me is that most people spend all day sucked into screens, or preoccupied with social media, is that being in touch with reality?”

“Oooo, nice. It’s like two sides of the same coin,” you say. “Ok, what if you take it through the lens of ‘we are constantly creating our own reality’ does that change the story?”

Your conversation morphs into the theories of consciousness and flows into manifestation and ends with a ‘what if’ analysis of different types of governments if they used such ideas in earnest.  It is intellectual arousal at its finest, minus the french salon and brandy. 

At a lull in the conversation, he pulls you close behind the tree you are waiting near. You melt into him, hands slipping around his trim waist under his jacket. 

“You really are remarkable. That you can be so ladylike in public, have such cerebral conversations,” he bows his head to your ear, “even with my little gift in your ass. And yet be such a wild vixen in private. I’m still stunned that you agreed to be mine,” his lips brush your cheek in front of your ear. 

“I could be wild in public too…” You say suggestively, your fingers straying between the buttons of his shirt to rub his nipple. 

“Oh, I remember, Kitten,” his voice pours like honey into your ear, “you straddling my face then my cock in the forest, trying not to scream as you came. And last night  in the park,” he blows out  a ‘whooo’. 

Your breath catches as his exhale swirls onto your neck, awakening your demon.

The uber arrives and in the 10 min it takes to get back to the hotel, the moxie vibe  is back in place next to your clit  and Austin has the scent of your pussy on his fingers.  Thank you thigh slit. 

You traipse through the lobby, barefoot, those strappy heels expired an hour ago. 

You have every intention of making a beeline to the elevator, but find your feet veering towards the music, coming from the piano bar. 

“Hey babe, let’s have a drink,” there is something about the 1920’s piano bar that makes you feel glamorous and sexy. Plus you kinda want to be a bit wild in public now. 

“Alright, Kitten,” Austin agrees. You lead him in and find a dark table for two tucked up next to the wall where his hand can sit on your thigh unnoticed by others.

You order the Le Coup de Foudre, ‘Love At First Sight’, made with Vanilla Vodka, Myrtille, Strawberry Gum, Lime, and Sparkling Wine.  Austin goes classic with a dirty martini. 

Under the table cloth, he pulls at your thigh slit. You smile at the three handsome men in business attire at the table next to you as you open your legs to give Austin a little more access. As you settle back into your chair, the vibe turns on. You shiver. One of the men blows his breath out through pursed lips appreciatively, another rolls up his sleeves.

‘Why honey, is it getting hot in here? ’ your demon asks.

Out of nowhere, your ‘two men at once’ fantasy pops into your head. Austin runs his finger-tips up and down your inner thigh, and with his phone in his hand, changes the vibe to pulse. 

‘Just imagine’ says your succubus, ‘taking one of them back to the room with you. Austin fucking you in the ass while you take that man deep in your mouth before he drills your pussy. Hell, take another so you can have all three… ’ SHHHH! 

You bite your tongue and rock forward, putting pressure on the plug and the vibe. You shiver as Austin casually  puts his elbow on the table, watching the piano man play. You look back at the trio of men and realize that one of them is the man who told you to ‘have fun’ while he got into the elevator. He is watching you with that knowing grin. 

“Having fun?” he mouths to you. You smirk and nod. The vibe changes pattern again. Your eyes involuntarily flutter as your abs contract. 

You look back to Austin, who is now watching you. Your eyes go big. What if he thinks you are flirting, well, ok you kinda are, but not like that! He looks up at the man, who bows his head and raises his hand in concession. Austin nods his head back, with a smirk on his face.

Austin leans over to you, “someday, maybe I’d be willing to share you for a night. But right now I want you for myself.” 

You are floored and fucking more turned on. That was the last thing you thought he’d say. 

You tap his thigh 3 times. The vibe goes off. 

“Oh yes,” he replies to your dropped jaw, “I remember your list of fantasies. If we ever meet Tom Hiddleston, it’s your job to talk him into it. Plus, I’m still looking out for that exotic brown eyed girl,” he winks at you. He kisses you lightly on the lips as your panties threaten to soak through to your dress. 

Drinks are set in front of you. You drink, trying to calm down. All the thoughts of Austin making your fantasies come true racing in your head. Your succubus is making a list, complete with little check boxes. You focus on the music, filing your list away. 

The musician at the piano is taking requests with slips of paper and tips. You start  singing along with the songs you know, Austin turns the vibe on and off depending on the song. The length of your ability to withstand the vibe’s attention without cumming,  getting shorter and shorter.  Then he goes up and sets a request on the piano winking at you as he walks back to your table. A song or two later the guy opens it. 

“Ok, wow we have a 20$ bill here with the promise of 100$ more if I can get the lady in blue to come up and sing.  Where are you lady in blue, I’ll give you 20$ to come sing with me!” 

You look at Austin open-mouthed. He just smiles deviously, hands you a 100$ bill and motions for you to go up. The man at the table raises an eyebrow at you and claps along with the encouraging  cheers from the audience.  You slam the rest of your drink, walk up and are handed a microphone. 

 “Well, for the record, I am just as surprised as you are,” your extrovert self kicks in, plus your succubus has ulterior motives. “What song are we singing Joe?” you ask the piano man. Is his name ‘Joe’? You have no idea. 

“Feeling Good, I assume you know it?”  he replies. 

You shoot Austin a knowing smile, you are surprised he remembered what you were singing that day, considering the distracting things that happened afterwards. 

“I do, but give me a second,” you pull up the lyrics on your phone. 

“Time is money honey!” says Joe. 

You put your heads together with the piano man, making sure you are on the same page. 

He gives you a starting note. You hum it, take a big breath and start acapella: 

“Birds flying high, you know how I feel, 

Sun in the sky, you know how I feel, 

Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel,

It’s a new dawn 

It’s a new day

It’a new life for me

And I’m feeling good.” 

‘Joe’ comes in with the piano… it’s spot on and amazing.

You sing to the crowd, they are enthralled with you and drunk enough to not notice when you stumble a bit on the 3rd verse.  

You belt out the last repeat of the chorus, feeling like fucking Adele, holding the microphone up and singing in profile. 

Then soft and sultry

“And I’m feeling good” you are fucking Austin with your eyes as you sing, 

“I feel so good,

 so goooooood.” 

The crowd goes wild, even ‘Joe’. You curtsey and hand the microphone and the 100$ to him. The man lifts his drink to you, impressed. Austin stands up clapping and extends his hand to you as you step to him, he twirls you and you curtsey again.

“That was amazing Kitten,” he says close to your ear, “I didn’t know if you’d do it or not,  but damn you have some pipes on you!” 

 You lean up to kiss his cheek.  “Thank you, Are YOU going to sing for us, Elvis?” you say in his ear. 

“Oh no,” he shakes his head, “I am not allowed.” 

You look at him confused. He nods his head toward the door. He sweeps you out of the bar, your shoes and  clutch  in is his other hand. With shouts of “Bravo!” behind you.

“What do you mean you aren’t allowed?” you ask once you are outside the cacophony of the bar. 

“Well, what if someone videos it and it gets leaked on the internet, it could be a breach of contract,” he explains, “Baz would kill me, well no, Baz would just be disappointed, and that would be 100 times worse.”

“Ahh, yeah we can’t have that, he is good to you,” you agree, walking towards the elevator.

“Plus I don’t sing for people,” he states. 

You raise an eyebrow, “ah yes, the man playing Elvis to a T, refusing to sing for people.” 

“I mean as myself, when I’m being Elvis, it’s obviously different,” he explains, a little defensive. 

“I know, baby, you are shy,” you stop in front of the shiny elevator doors and  reach up to cup his cheek in your hand, “it’s one of the things I adore about you. You are my shy, sexy-as-hell man who gets me and my inner demon. And I just want you to kiss me, right here.” 

He does. In the middle of the lobby, with an actual jeweled butt plug in your ass, and a vibrator pressing against your dripping cunt. 

“Now,” he whispers in your ear, ”are you ready?”  

Your leg is shaking, “I can’t wait any longer.”

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove #@richardslady121

[crackedpumpkin]

“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

#CPRambles

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #279: COMMAND DECISION

May, 1987

WHO Will Lead The Avengers?

Well, you’ve got some very good options and also Doctor Druid here.

This is a pretty solid roster, and Doctor Druid. I notice that the roster box on the cover has updated to reflect the post-Siege team.

But with Wasp going on a well-deserved vacation, who will lead?

The funny thing about the question is that in the issue, its not much of a contest. Not many of the team actually wants to take the top job.

But who do YOU, the viewer, think will lead the Avengers and Doctor Druid? Print your answer on a self-addressed 8x10 card and put it under your pillow. There’s no reason to do this.

ANYWAY:

Last times in Avengers: the Masters of Evil seized Avengers Mansion and tried to destroy the team. The Mansion is a pile of firewood now, more or less. And Hercules is in a coma. Namor is somewhere in the ocean being sad about his monster girlfriend instead of being thrilled at having a monster girlfriend. And Wasp wants a break.

So Thor, She-Hulk, and Doctor Druid re/join the team. Captains America and Marvel hold over from the previous roster.

A giant fishman named Tyrak attacks Hydrobase, looking for Namor but the Avengers manage to defeat him through the judicious application of swords and infrared radiation. Fishmen hate those things.

With that sorted out, all that remains is to decide who will take over for Wasp.

Hah. Command decision. Clever title.

And now,

a hostage situation.

A man in Atlanta called Joshua Lanning has been hearing voices and the voices have been telling him that his family is demons.

Not great.

Thankfully, Captain Marvel is passing by and pops down to see what’s going on.

The cop police on site has no time for Monica. Because: its still a thing that people outside of New York don’t really take superheroes seriously. This guy sees a woman in a garish costume and tells her he has no time for trick or treat.

So Monica is like okay and neutrinos into the house.

Reasonably, a jumpy dude with a gun who is sure there are demons everywhere that only he can see reacts excitedly to a woman suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

Also reasonably, Captain Marvel appeared in her hologram form so as not to get shot.

Joshua is stunned that shooting her a bunch didn’t do anything and jumps to the conclusion that Monica is an angel!

She neither confirms nor denies.

Captain Marvel: “I’m a friend who’s come to help you... to keep you from doing wrong. Get up off your knees and come with me. I’ll take you to people who will help you!”

Joshua Lanning: “Yes, I must follow the light to salvation! The light will lead the way!”

So she gets Joshua to turn himself over to the authorities.

And then she comforts the kids who aren’t really sure what’s going on.

Annie: “The man said papa is sick.”

Captain Marvel: “That’s right, Annie. He has to go away, to get better. While he’s gone, your mother’s going to need all the love and help you can give.”

There doesn’t seem to ever be follow-up on this family.

Shame. In all the up and downs in public opinion that superheroes and the Avengers have, it’d be nice to hear from someone Monica helped just by talking and also by being bulletproof and glowy.

At the least, Monica has impressed these random Atlanta cops with her actions. One of them saying that until now he thought everything he was hearing about Captain Marvel was just hot air and the other saying that the whole family probably would have died if she hadn’t happened by.

Meanwhile, in New Orleans, parents Frank and Maria Rambeau are sitting and watching tv when Captain Marvel appears on the screen.

She controls the horizontal and the vertical.

Its not plot important, I just think its a neat use of her power.

She beamed into the tv as VHF-radio waves and waited for the commercial so she could imitate a PSA in case her parents had anyone over.

Maria Rambeau: “Mind? Child, you’re the best thing to come over that set... oh... at least, since the Odd Couple was cancelled!”

Monica’s powers are incredibly handy.

Anyway, Monica decides to get her parents’ take on the leadership crisis afflicting the Avengers.

Its nice that she can be open with her parents about whats happening in her superhero life but is she allowed to just tell her parents everything that happens in meetings?

I guess so!

So, at the meeting that last issue ended off with, Doctor Druid is voted in as a new member of the Avengers. Wasp nominated him and the Avengers tend to just accept whoever is standing nearby when they need new members so, yeah, not surprised. It fits the pattern.

Its when Cap(tain America) opens the floor for chairperson nominations that things get spicy.

Captain Marvel nominates Captain America because Wasp left him in charge and he’s very qualified for the job. I hear he has leadership experience.

But Cap(tain America) declines the job because he’s got his own solo ongoing with its own ongoing plot and this is the time in Marvel where that meant something.

Nowadays, Black Panther can get lost in space for an extended period of time during which he loses his memories and it doesn’t seem to affect his ability to lead the Avengers.

I blame Wolverine really.

Being on three teams and having his own solo adventures and guest starring roles and crossovers and the fans ate it up.

You ruined the tight continuity, Logan!

Captain America: “My obligations to my nationwide telephone hotline don’t leave me the time needed to devote to leading the Avengers. Besides, we have another excellent choice on the team... Captain Marvel, I nominate you!”

Excellent decision Cap. She doesn’t have leadership experience but on the other hand, I like her.

Black Knight seconds the nomination based on Monica taking charge during Secret Wars II while Wasp was missing and Captain America got Beyondernapped.

Also, she managed to get Hercules and Namor to behave and that’s an accomplishment.

Captain Marvel: “I’m honored... and I do want to lead the Avengers someday... but, I’m not sure I’m ready.”

Now to mention having the nomination sprung on her made Monica feel anxious.

And makes her uneasy because Doctor Druid is staring daggers at her, thinking “The things I could accomplish, were I to lead the Avengers! If only new members were allowed to take office during their probationary period... but, no matter. I shall bide my time.”

My cursed future knowledge senses are tingling.

Thor also has his own ongoing with his own ongoing plot concerns, like being under a can’t-heal-can’t-die curse that will eventually reduce him to flesh goo pooled at the bottom of his spiffy new outfit.

But he also wants to get this show on the road and given that the one person nominated so far doesn’t seem certain, Thor throws his own name onto the table.

And hey, he’s got leadership experience coming out the wazoo. He’s qualified to lead the Avengers. It’s not much of a thing today when everything is the tug of war between Steve and Tony but Thor used to be a frequent chairman of the team.

She-Hulk objects because she feels like Thor is trying to discourage Monica so he can have the job. In fact, hey, she thinks he’s bullying Monica!

And Thor doesn’t like her tone and Cap has to bang the leadership gavel and tell everyone to calm down.

Since things got acrimonious, Cap(tain America) decided to table the discussion until the next meeting. Which helpfully gives Monica time to sort out her feelings on whether she wants to accept the nomination or not.

Her parents are immediately supportive of her taking the job.

Frank Rambeau: “You’ll be great! Even Captain America thinks so! Captain America! Dang! You can’t turn down an endorsement like that!”

Captain Marvel: “I don’t know, daddy. The chance to lead is something I’ve dreamed of since before I went into law enforcement. But I never expected an opportunity like this so soon.”

Maria Rambeau: “But you’ve always been a quick study, Monica.”

A quick sidebar but maybe the Avengers should have like. More opportunities where someone is put in charge of a smaller group of the team to do a mission or task but basically let them get field experience leading.

Because otherwise, the title is going to get bounced back and forth between the same people who always have it because they’re the only ones who get a chance to get that leadership experience.

Wasp had to basically girlboss a meeting while everyone was feeling awkward about her divorce to get the chance to lead and she did great at it. But if she hadn’t been pushy, would she have ever gotten the chance?

Would Monica now if Tony wasn’t off with the West Coast team and Cap and Thor busy with their ongoings?

Start a membership program, the Avengers!

Anyway.

Monica also brings up that whole subplot where she wants to start her own business because if she takes on the chairwoman position, she won’t have time to do business.

Frank argues that Monica can start her business any time but Maria realizes (because I think she and Monica are in cahoots) that part of Monica’s business plan is to get Frank to take an early retirement from the fire department and go into business with Monica, so he won’t be running into flaming buildings and worrying everyone.

But Mom Rambeau is also torn between wanting the secret business plan to get her husband into something less dangerous and wanting Monica to live her best life so she just tells her to take her time and make the decision that’s right for everyone.

Meanwhile, She-Hulk is realizing that the Avengers leasing an island means the Avengers BASICALLY have a private beach.

AND SHE IS ALL OVER THAT.

Especially because its a decent beach and thus she throws shade at New York’s beaches.

She spots Black Knight already on the beach doing some anime level cutting a thing and having it only fall apart later exercise.

Its about training precision, apparently.

He cuts a granite boulder without disturbing it so he can lightly tap it later and have it fall apart.

Plus, it looks cool.

If the major thing you’re bringing to a team is ‘owns incredibly cursed sword’ you might as well practice sweet anime moves.

She-Hulk decides sweet anime moves are sweet but lets talk plot and pivots the conversation over to whether Captain Marvel will accept the chairwoman nomination.

Black Knight hopes so because she seems the best candidate to him. He doesn’t want it, Cap doesn’t want it, and She-Hulk doesn’t want Thor to have it. Because in fairness to Thor, she finds him too high-and-mighty to take orders from.

Heck, if Captain Marvel doesn’t run, She-Hulk will. Just so Thor can’t have it.

Damn, Jen, Thor’s been team leader before and done an okay job!

She-Hulk: “I mean, how hard could it be? A leader has to be able to delegate and to think fast... I can do that!”

Anyway, political discussion aggros Dr Druid.

Like, he literally just appears out of the surf when She-Hulk and Black Knight are talking about the chairmanship.

This is why people think you’re a creep, Dr Druid.

Speaking of appearing out of nowhere, a giant... gorilla... thing? appears on the beach.

She-Hulk tries to tackle the beach gorilla but falls right through it.

Because it was a psychic illusion that Dr Druid planted in She-Hulk’s brain.

Y’know. As a prank.

Dammit, Dr Druid, don’t make me like you!

Because, like, look. Him pulling a beach prank is the most human thing he’s done so far.

She-Hulk takes it in “good” spirit.

She-Hulk: “Funny, doc... r-e-a-l funny. Didn’t know you had it in you. I enjoy a good gag as much as anyone! But watch your step... you might not like my sense of humor!”

Oh please, please, please let this lead to a prank war within the Avengers.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Captain Marvel decides to visit the prison war of the central New Jersey hospital where Moonstone is being held after she broke her neck flying into a cliff.

Monica feels bad about that whole thing but Moonstone immediately launches into a rant.

She accuses Monica of being here to gloat, blames Monica for her broken neck, and blames Zemo for how things turned out because by god if she ran the zoo!

Monica loses her patience and tells Moonstone that flying into the cliff was her own darn fault.

Captain Marvel: “A fine leader you’d be... always ready to blame someone else! Goodbye, Moonstone! You’ll heal -- but with your attitude you’ll never be well!”

and thinks: “I’ve met too many people like her. They want all the flash and glory that come with power, but none of the responsibilities. How does a person get that way? Visiting Moonstone was a waste of sympathy! There are others much more worthy of my time!”

One of the people more worthy of her time: Hercules, at Manhattan Newhope Memorial Hospital.

Yes, he’s still in a coma.

Chill out, it hasn’t been a day since the last time we saw him.

Monica talks to the comatose Hercules, telling him about Wasp stepping down and Captain America nominating her (Monica) to the position. Wondering aloud whether Hercules would follow another woman leading the Avengers. Whether he could follow any mortal for long.

Eventually, Monica flies off somewhere else to think and misses comatose Hercules saying something in I presume Greek.

If google translate is of any use, what he’s saying is “father.”

Calling a Zeus.

Elsewhere, Monica arrives at Roxxon oil tower #25, the place where she got her powers a few months ago.

Wow, that timescale!

She recaps to herself getting passed over for a captaincy promotion in the boat police, how old family friend Professor LeClare asked her with a South American dictator that was using his research to make a super weapon, how the whole situation ended up FUBAR’d and Monica punched a science machine to stop the super weapon, and was caught in an explosion that gave her powers.

Captain Marvel: “Not long afterward, I met the Avengers... and I’ve been going non-stop ever since! I’ve helped rescue the president... traveled to the Moon, the Sun, and other galaxies... I’ve seen and done things I couldn’t even have imagined a year before! I can accomplish more good in a week as an Avenger, than ‘Lt. Rambeau’ could in a lifetime. But all that good hasn’t come without a price.”

“Being an Avenger is so... consuming! I’ve been on call 24 hours a day. My private life has already dropped to almost nil. What would happen if I were to become chairwoman? I’m starting to realize why the Wasp needed a vacation... and why Cap doesn’t have time to take over full time. Whoever chairs the Avengers has so many responsibilities! Can anything be worth that kind of stress? I’d better have a long talk with someone who’s been there!”

Hm... I hadn’t realized it until Monica just up and said it but I do wish she had more of a supporting cast. Some civilian friends. I do like that she has her parents to talk to.

Now that its been brought up that Monica needs a better supporting cast, I hope she gets a better supporting cast.

Didn’t she have a thing with Agent Freeman? He could be a supporting cast. A love interest or something.

But she probably also needs a non-super friend. Even though She-Hulk is on the team now and she’s a super super friend.

Over at Kozak’s Cavern, a cave high in the Appalachian Mountains, Captain America.

He’s here to save six children and a guide who were trapped in the cavern after an earthquake.

Now Captain America may not have great super powers but he can use his shield as a shovel.

Also, peak human stats but I don’t know if that’s been established yet.

Jokes aside, he heard there was trouble and he came to help because that’s the guy Captain America is.

As soon as the rescue effort clears a hole big enough for a single beefy man, Captain America squeezes through to go look for the trapped people while the rest of the rescuers down under this mountain keep working to enlarge the opening.

And since this is a Captain Marvel focus issue, she shows up to talk to Cap(tain America) and also help once she learns there’s a situation ongoing.

Monica flies ahead to light the way and finds the trapped group.

Soon, Cap and a very bright Monica are leading the group towards the exit.

There’s another tremor though and the ground collapses under two of the children. They wind up on a rock hanging out over a chasm.

Captain Monica goes down (because she can fly) to help boost the kids up to Captain America who is hanging upside down from the ledge above.

They get kid one Joey rescued but kid two Bobbi Sue panics.

Bobbi Sue: “No... please don’t make me! Please!”

Captain Marvel: “I know you’re scared, honey, but you have to do this! Ever climbed a tree?”

Bobbi Sue: “Yes’m!”

Captain Marvel: “Then pretend that I’m a big ol’ friendly tree! Will you do that for me?”

Bobbi Sue: “Ah’ll try.”

But when Monica starts to boost Bobbi Sue, the rock they were standing on collapses into the chasm.

Leaving Monica hanging onto the cliffside with a child on her shoulders.

And probably lamenting that her powers don’t let her fly as her meat self and that she can’t hold anything when she’s made of energy.

I guess the ability to move at the speed of light and broadcast yourself onto television is a consolation but it would be neat to just pick up child and fly to safety.

(But: its also a limitation to Monica’s powers that keep her from being all-powerful so you have ways to write tension into scenes with her)

Speaking of limitations to Monica’s powers, she needs to be conscious to use them.

Monica manages to pass Bobbi Sue up to Captain America but the little foothold she has crumbles underneath her and a rock bonks her in the head.

Captain Marvel plummets into the void.

But nah, she recovers before the bottom and nyooms back up as Shiny Monica.

Hah. Monica the Many Colored.

Anyway, she leads the group out of the cave.

Cap(tain America) tells Captain Marvel that if she hadn’t showed up, he might not have rescued these cave kids.

The whole experience really made up Monica’s mind about whether the pressures of leadership were worth it and she tells Cap(tain America) that she accepts his nomination.

Woo, the Captain Marvel run Avengers!

Oh and one last thing:

A shadowy figure sneaks into Newhope Memorial Hospital and godnaps the comatose Hercules.

And by a shadowy figure I mean that’s definitely Batman.

Dammit, Batman! Stick to your own universe!

Follow @essential-avengers​ in memory of Hercules. Like and reblog, for Captain Marvel!

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[jeht]

I AM RETIRING JEHT

hello  !  i  have  made  the  very  difficult  decision  to  retire  this  blog  and  move  daisy  kowalski  to  my  multi-muse  as  a  primary  character.  this  decision  was  made  after  i  created  a  new  blog,  and  realised  that  a.  i  didn’t  have  the  time  or  energy  to  maintain  this  blog  and  b.  i  was  the  most  comfortable  i  have  ever  been  on  the  new  blog  in  comparison  to  any  other  over  the  past  few  years.  all  of  my  development  and  all  of  the  details  i  have  created  regarding  jett  will  be  transferred  and  continued  on  my  multi.  if  you  are  still  interested  in  interacting  with  my  interpretation  of  daisy  “jett”  kowalski,  please  follow  me  over  to  @ethyreal,  which  is  currently  undergoing  a  redesign.

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I Wasn’t Enough | l.l angst fic

Summary: Y/N and Lena are in love. However, when Y/N recognizes that Lena has feelings for Kara, their relationship gets put in jeopardy.

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Y/N hadn’t been able to contain her excitement when she was approved to work on an article on L-Corp and the woman behind it, Lena Luthor. She had found the woman’s story fascinating and wanted to shine some light on the shift from Luthor Corp to L-Corp, and this was her time to do so. 

The moment she set foot in Lena’s office, though, she knew she was screwed. 

She had seen the woman in pictures and watched her press conferences on T.V, but seeing the magnicant lady in person was a surreal experience, mostly because of how gorgeous she was. Y/N found herself instantly distracted, unable to keep from feeling dazed as she saw the brunette so graciously finish up typing whatever she was typing on her computer, stand up, and offer her the biggest, most charming smile Y/N had ever seen. 

“Hello! My friend, Kara Danvers, told me you were coming. I’m Lena Luthor, nice to meet you,” Lena’s voice which almost made Y/N swoon pulled her from her thoughts and she blinked, suddenly remembering what she was here for. 

(She couldn’t help but be in awe, though, because of how down to earth Lena was. She still introduced herself like a normal human even though of course, Y/N knew who she was!) 

“I’m, uh, Y/N Y/L/N! It’s nice to meet you, too, Ms Luthor - I, uh, apologize, I’m not usually this nervous,” she forced herself to say, lightly chuckling off the awkwardness. Crap, what was she doing?!

She shook Lena’s hand (and nearly fainted right then and there). “Oh, don’t apologize! No need to be nervous, darling - oh and you can just call me Lena,” Lena said, smiling and waving off Y/N’s concerns as she sat back at her desk.

Y/N had no clue what was going on. Lena seemed to have put a spell on her because the moment she said that, Y/N felt better about the interview, having been reassured, but then a whole new worry racked her body: Lena Luthor had just called her “darling”!!! The up and down of emotions was making her stomach do somersaults. 

The reporter took a couple deep breaths and cleared her throat so she wouldn’t vomit from being overwhelmed before sitting down in the chair across from Lena, beginning the interview. 

The rest was history and, seeing as they were both good friends of Kara’s, it wasn't long before she spilled the beans on her secret identity as Supergirl and the couple became unofficial members of the unofficial group, the Superfriends.

They were having their weekly game night, Lena sitting in an armchair with Y/N on her lap, Kara, James, and Alex on the couch, Winn on the floor, and J’onn in another armchair. Laugher and skies filled the room, accompanied with the faint smell of wine and the lipstick stains on the discarded glasses. 

“Damn, Luthor, you’re sneaky,” Kara grumbled as she fished in her pile of Monopoly money to get the correct amount she needed to pay Lena for landing on her property. 

Lena chuckled as Y/N took the fake money from Kara and handed it to her. “All apart of business, baby,” she commented. 

Everyone laughed it off, but Y/N tensed up. Was Lena flirting with Kara? She looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend and Lena furrowed her eyebrows before a look of realization washed over her face. She quickly shook her head, indicating that the nickname was harmless, and kissed Y/N’s cheek.

Y/N brushed it aside. It was just a meaningless comment. She slumped her tense shoulders, forcing her mind not to wander to the many “What If’s” that could possibly happen. What if it wasn't just a comment? What if-?

“Your turn, Y/N!” 

Y/N blinked, taking a second to realize what Alex said, and jumped up to grab the dice (she would have fallen off Lena’s lap had the brunette not wrapped her arms around her, and Y/N relaxed at her touch. 

She rolled it around in her hands before dropping it and moving her piece to her own property which she had landed on. As the game continued on, everything was normal. However, it was impossible for Y/N to miss the small talk Lena would occasionally make with Kara and how her comments were just on the line between cautious and flirtatious. She also noticed every time Lena would practically be giving the blonde heart eyes, but just tried to ignore it, telling herself that she’d talk to Lena later and everything would turn out fine. 

. . .  . . .  . . .   

“Lena, can I talk to you?” Y/N asked as they sat down for breakfast, both drinking coffee on the late Saturday morning. 

Lena glanced up from the newspaper she was reading and hummed an enthusiastic nod before taking a sip from her mug. 

Y/N nodded, eyes falling onto the table as she thought for a moment to sort out her thoughts. Taking a couple steady breaths, she asked, “Please don't take this the wrong way . . . Are you attracted to Kara?” 

Lena blinked, staring at her for a second before realizing she was serious. The CEO shook her head, forcing out a chuckle. “What? No. What makes you think that?” She said. 

Y/N couldn’t decide whether or not to be relived. She sighed. “Just some things you were saying and looks you were giving her last night,” she muttered. 

Lena scoffed, biting her lip before shaking her head more decidedly. “Do you really not trust me?” She spat out in a hiss, making Y/N recoil from the sudden harshness.

“What?” Was the only thing Y/N could say as she was dumbfounded.

Lena nodded slowly. “Why did I actually think that you’d be any different from everyone else in my life? You don’t trust me! You think I like Kara!” She said, on the verge of anger overtaking her. She pushed her chair back and stood up.

Y/N shook her head, needing a minute to process what was happening. “I didn’t mean it like that-” she began to say.

“Uh-huh,” Lena retorted mockingly. “I wasn’t planning on going into L-Corp today but I need to cool off.”

Before Y/N had even gotten out of the kitchen to follow her, she was met with the slam of the door bouncing off her walls. She stood, stunned.

What the hell had happened?

She spent the rest of the day in distress, replaying the argument over and over again in her head and each time it got worse. Each time in her mind Lena glared a little harder, was even more ruthless in her tone, or the door slamming was louder. Lena also let her phone calls go to voicemail, leaving Y/N in her thoughts. Was Lena right? Did she not trust her girlfriend? Or did she catch something that Lena didn’t even know about herself?

Did Lena like Kara?

She couldn’t decide.

When the keys were finally jingling in the door, Y/N jumped up from their bed and ran out to meet her girlfriend, her cheeks stained with tear streaks.

Lena didn’t look to happy, either. Her eyes were a little red and puffy and she was frowning.

“I did a lot of thinking today . . . And I talked to Kara,” Lena said, cutting immediately to the point. Her words, combined with her low and defeated tone, gave Y/N a sinking feeling in her stomach. “I’ve suppressed these feelings for a while, I realized, but . . . You were right. I like Kara. And . . . She likes me, too.”

Y/N felt like she was just hit with a truck. “What are you saying?” She asked, voice cracking from emotion as she sniffed and could feel big tears bubbling. “Are you planning to leave me for her?”

Lena didn’t look at her. She kept her gaze on the floor and opened her mouth to say something, which gave Y/N the slightest amount of hope, before it was ripped away from her when Lena stifled a sigh and shut her mouth.

There were a couple moments of silence that just pounded against Y/N’s head. “I should have know that I wasn’t enough for the CEO of L-Corp. That you’d want Supergirl,” she finally settled on saying. It was just filled with disappointment, sadness, and anger, lacking in bitterness or pity, as she realized that the fear she had ignored that Lena would fall for Kara was now painfully coming to life.

“I guess I’ll go pack my things,” Y/N continued, feeling lost and without any hope at all when Lena didn’t say anything, didn’t even try and tell her she was wrong. She sniffed and stomped her foot when her girlfriend was just content for her to walk away. “It’s good I didn’t sell my apartment yet. We’re done.”

With a glare, she turned around and angrily threw all her belongings into suitcases while Lena stood in the same exact spot, looking at the floor.

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of course it’s real - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: what happens when he suddenly shows up on your doorstep? could be a leap of reconciliation or something completely different?

wc: 3.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

➡️ part one: is this real?

psa 🗣️: this is part two to the long-awaited is this real fic! this a +18 post, so minors dni as it contains fingering, and unprotected sex 🔞. just a small bit of smut since someone requested in the fic! hope you enjoy 🤍 once again, contains mature content for 18+!

“Hi… Uh- sure come in,” you stammered, your heart beating out your chest quickly. It came as a shock to you that he was standing there, after weeks and months of not seeing him. Why was he here? Did he come to ask for something back? Jude felt the same way, pulse rate quicker than before he knocked on your brown door, before seeing you dressed up fancy. He was followed by Duke, who quickly came into Jude’s embrace, kissing Jude’s cheek, and wagging his tail. 

“You know you can’t be here right?” you ask, crossing your arms against your chest. “Who says that?” Jude retorts, standing back up and fiddling with his pants. “Well, you just finished with your club, now going into the International break. Shouldn’t you be at camp instead of here?” you question, walking to retrieve your bag and shoes. 

“Going somewhere?” Jude said, a protective maybe jealous tone undermining the tone from before. He was curious, maybe small taken at back because of how stunning you looked. It reminded him when the two of you were together and went out on date nights. Holding hands, sharing kisses, hugs, and nights of passionate sex. The memory of him gifting you a necklace with his initial to you popping into his head.

All he could come up with now is either you going on a date or attending an important event. “Yeah, I was invited to an art show so I'm headed there with friends for the evening,” you offer a small smile, to which Jude cheered on the inside.  So you couldn't be dating again, or have moved on right? “My friend Giovan is waiting Jude… I don’t want it to seem like I'm kicking you out but I have somewhere to be.”

Giovan? Who the fuck was that? Jude thought. “I wanted to talk to you about us.” 

“What do you mean? We ended a while ago…” you reply, not failing to notice Jude wincing at your words. A small frown on his face, brows drawn in and him biting the inside of his cheek. “Please… I just want you to hear me out. We can go on from there… I really miss you ba- Y/n…” 

You felt your heart tighten and beat faster. A pang of hurt and betrayal took over you, and all you wanted was to now stay in as old memories resurfaced of your healing stage. Refusing to go out, the routine you built, constantly blaming yourself for not being enough, you weren't trusting Jude’s words anymore. 

“Uh-” you shook your head and laughed trying to hold back tears. If you would have heard this the day you broke up or even a couple of days after, you would have gladly accepted him back. Maybe you could've been in Spain with him, going on walks with Duke, taking care of his injuries, being the girlfriend he wanted. But this was reality, and as much as it hurt, you wanted to protect yourself from another heartbreak. 

“I don’t know Jude. I don’t know what you want me to say,” you said nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Tell me that you miss me too, tell me that you still love me the way I love you, tell me there's still a chance for us, tell me you’re still mine, was what Jude wanted to say, but once again he was left without words. 

“I have to go-”

“What if I come with you? I promise I won't pull anything. But please, we can talk there, hang out, like old times,” he proposed the idea. “What, like pretending to be the couple we were? What if I don’t want to hear what you have to say? What if you are lying again?” you say finally, having built up the courage and patience to spit out how you felt. While it felt relieving, you didn’t want to hurt the man you still love. 

“I think you're trying to avoid confrontation Y/n. I know you. Plus, you still wouldn’t be wearing my necklace if it didn't mean anything,” he walked over, his index finger connecting with the charm, watching how he had an effect on you. Your breathing rapidly increased, watching how your chest pumped in and out trying to control it. Fuck, was all you thought, he caught you. 

You look up and see how his brown iris gaze into you, a dingle of hope plastered on them. His lashes reached his top eyelid, and then touched his cheek as he blinked. Unbeknownst to the two of you, but your bodies were closely together now, one move from the two of you, and you would be pressed up. You cleared your throat and backed away, playing with the charm as you spoke, “This is such a bad idea…”

“But why does it feel so right? So real,” Jude said, shrugging his shoulders. This could end badly, maybe you running out of the showcase in tears or cause a scene and embarrass yourself in front of your coworkers. But maybe it could be the opposite, who knows, only faith undermining the situation. “Please. I wouldn't be here if it didn't mean anything,” he begged again, to which you sighed and finally accepted. 

“I have a suit in my luggage, give me a couple of minutes to change and fix my hair and we can head out okay?” Jude said, but you were afraid to speak, only muttering a quick ‘okay’. Jude was like a drug, an addictive one, and as much as you wanted to let go, it was becoming difficult. It didn't seem real. It couldn't be real, right? But when you saw him come out now dressed, you knew there was no way to deny your true feelings. 

The Uber driver played slow and relaxed music, you leaned against the car window, your hand propped up to hold your head as you watched out. Jude being freakishly tall struggled with his legs, finally just spreading them apart and watching as you looked out. He wanted to reach over and pull you into him, kiss your head down to your neck, whisper words of encouragement, and hold you like he once did. But he couldn’t not knowing if you were willing to let him do so. 

When the two of you walk into the exhibit, a photographer takes a couple of photos, asking you to pose and embrace each other. As awkward as it may have been, Jude didn't let the opportunity of his hand coming around your waist and pulling you into a protective matter go to waste. His touch ignited a fire in you, a familiar sense of butterflies invading your tummy as his thumb drew circles over the material. 

You couldn't help but wrap your hand around his bicep, feeling the prominent muscles he built over the months as you walked inside the venue. He was huge compared to a while back. You smiled and guided him to your friends, to which you embraced and talked to. Giovan hugged you tight, too close for Jude’s liking, which made him clench his fist and jaw at the sight. But oh boy was he wrong. 

“And who is this handsome lad? Don’t tell me this is your man or I'll be upset Y/n,” Giovan said in a flirtatious tone, fluttering his eyelashes and extending his hand, to which Jude shook. A tint of blush and redness spread across his cheeks, making you smirk and giggle. “Not my man, just an old friend who has come down to visit me,” you intervene, standing aside to where Jude silently begged with his eyes. 

“Alright now Gio, settle down, don't scare him off now,” you joke, to which your friend just rolls his eyes and smiles. “Of course not! I'll see the two of you around, maybe you can buy me a drink,” he hinted to Jude who just nodded shyly. You look away laughing to which Jude embarrassed chuckles, “It's not funny.” 

But the playful mood turned awkward again as you roamed the exhibit of paintings, photography and sculptures. You came across a painting of white swans who looked over at the sunset, cuddled into their embraces, far away and disclosed to where the exhibit was held. It was minimal lighting and no other people.

It reminded you of when Jude broke things off, leaving for Spain, and then again when he caught you moving out. You close your eyes and shake away the memory, but Jude sees. “Are you okay?” 

“Why are you here Jude?” you ask again, you’re tired of the constant confused signals and feelings for him. For once you want him to be straight on how he feels about you, instead of continuing this cycle of unsureness. 

“I’m here for you… to fix us…” Jude says you let out a laugh of disbelief. You find the strength to look him in the eyes as he talks. “There is no us anymore Jude, you broke that off.”

“That’s why I'm here. I want to fix us and earn you back. If it's not you then it's no one. I'm really hoping you can forgive me, for what I did and the pain I cost you. I never meant for all this to happen, I thought I knew what I wanted but I was so so wrong Y/n. You shaped me into who I am today, and I'll forever be thankful for that. You made me into the person I am and without you, I'm so lost,” Jude pleads, his eyes glossy as he reaches for your hands. 

“I was stupid to let you go, to lose all the trust you built for me. I’ll admit it, I was only thinking of myself instead of you when I broke it off, but I was scared of losing you. It's true I didn't know what I wanted but I do now. You being so distant from me right now is breaking my heart because I feel like I lost you. Did I lose you, baby?” he continued, your eyes brimming with tears at his soft tone when asking his question. 

What if it was too late? What if you couldn't love him or be enough like you expected? What if there was no point in trying again if it meant the same outcome? Were you seriously going to risk everything for a guy who proved in the past they didn't think of anyone but themselves? 

Your silence was killing Jude. Maybe he did hurt you, and he could never recover from that if that was the case. This whole time being apart, from the day at the park to you moving your stuff out, to now, the distance was becoming a long and heavy weight on his shoulders. To not know how you felt, to not hear your voice, to hold you close afraid of letting go always popped into his head. Spending his nights unable to sleep, or even go out. 

“You really hurt me… I never expected you to suddenly give up on us, especially when we were doing so good? We were happy, at least I was. I was not only watching you succeed, but I was watching my favourite person in the world, stay with me at my side, promising me that nothing would come between us. If you had those feelings why didn’t you ever say anything? Why couldn't you just talk to me, like I always said?” you finally break your silence, a tear dropping from your cheek. 

“It's hurting me that you're here. It hurt me when the only person in the world I ever trusted suddenly wanted to let go. It hurt me back when I moved out, knowing it was probably the last time I would see you. It hurts to be reminded of you, and remember the good times we had because I knew they would never come back. But most of all, it hurts me to see you sad and upset,” you sob, turning away from his teary eyes not being able to take the pain. 

You felt his arms hug you, his embrace warm and comforting, and as you found yourself leaning into it, you could hear his rapid heartbeat like yours. Feel the pain slowly disappear from your veins and finally gain control. The nights of constant terrors and crying, on a stream swimming away when he breathed into you. You felt at home. The butterflies and intimate contact now swarming your chest and tummy once again.  

“If I knew how to take your pain away, I would do it. To see you hurting because of me, is hard. But I want you to know I’ve matured, that I'm willing to do anything it takes to have you back and call you mine. It's not because it feels like it's something I have to do, or live up to, it's because I truly am nothing without you,” he held your cheek in his larger palm, his other arm securely on your waist wrapped around. 

“I'm not myself, my friends and family have noticed. If your presence isn't next to mine, it's like I'm running on my head overthinking, I'm just lost.”

“Jude-”

“I love you. I've never stopped, and I don't think I ever will…” and there he said, the three words he once confessed to you before, repeated again. The three words that mean so much more than his confession, the words you've been longing to hear but are so afraid of because it will forever mean more than a simple “I want you back’ or “I miss you.” You gasped, taking a gulp of nothing because this was real. 

“Is this real?” you asked, pointing at the two of you, watching as Jude’s face softened even more. A small frown on his lips and brows relaxed, the wrinkle on his eyes as he blinked hard appearing. “Yes.”

“I'm saying is everything you're telling me now real? No bullshit. No more lies. No unsureness. Is this real, Jude?” A feeling of hope filled his chest, replacing the torture he felt before. “This is more than real. You’re the realest thing that I've ever experienced, and I want it to be like that, forever.”

“Forever?” you ask again, your brow raising as confirmation to which he let out a small laugh, “Yes. Forever. If we do this again, you're not leaving my side, and I'm not leaving yours. Forever.”

“Then what the hell are we waiting for? Kiss me Jude.”

He gave you one more look to confirm things but you quickly got on your tippy toes and smashed your lips against his. Jude pushed you up against the wall, hands roaming down to your hips where he gripped them tightly. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip tasting the familiar cherry taste he loved so deeply. Your hands moved all around his chest, finally gripping the back of his neck, drawing a small moan when he bit your lip. 

He kissed you again, lips never separating from you as he picked you up and once again caged on the wall. Your legs come around his torso, your core throbbing and rubbing against his upper abs. “Jude we can’t… not here. They will hear us…” you whimper when he kisses the inner corners of your mouth, and then down to your jaw. “Then you’ll have to be quiet. You can do that, be a good girl for me and be quiet.”

Your chin slightly trembled as he continued to kiss all the way down to your collarbone, inhaling your scent. Marking you as his, and leaving a purple mark on the hot skin. All you could do was move your hips around and try to feel the friction to get rid of the sensitivity you felt, but it was hard when Jude kept pulling back. “Is that what you want? For me to touch you?” he groaned, voice huskier and deep as he pulled you into a messy kiss. 

There was no way you could go back and let people see you like this. But you couldn't care, all you could care about was the way Jude set you down and dragged his fingertips from your calves to your inner thighs.His nails tickling and drawing shaped as he kissed and marked your boob once more.

His trail felt hot, he was teasing you, your legs squirmed around to find his touch. And when you finally grew enough of his games, you grabbed his wrist, and placed it exactly where you wanted him. “Here Jude. I want you to touch me here, please,” you whispered in his ear, biting the skin and pressing a small kiss. Jude ran his hand on top of your clothed core, noticing the wet material behind it. 

“Once I make you cum, you're all mine. Do you understand?” 

“I’ve always been yours,” and with that he dragged his fingers against your wet folds, rubbing a circle on your clit, making you let out a gasp. “That’s right baby. You've always been mine pretty girl,” he smiled against your lips, kissing your top lip. His fingers teased your entrance, groaning at how wet you were, causing you to clench your legs around his hand and look away. “Open your legs baby… Let me touch you just how you like.”

He kissed your cheek, and used his free hand to bring your face back to his gently. “Focus on me baby,” he pecked your jaw, “Focus on my touch,” Jude placed another kiss on your cheek, “Focus on my fingers,” he kissed your shoulder as his fingers finally drew inside of you, “Focus on my lips,” without hesitation you kissed him to hide the loud moan that would've left your mouth. 

His fingers were completely coated with your arousal, easily sinking them deeper as he drew them in and out. Your body shuddered, back arching against the wall as his fingers drew and now your clit were all being touched. You felt starved, completely vulnerable at his sake. 

“It feels s-s-so good, Jude,” you whined, your head thrown back as you kept a tight grip on his white blouse. “I know, but I can feel it, you’re almost there for me. So tight, always tight,” he moaned, his cock becoming harder than before. He heard your pants, small whines as you kept grinding on his hand, the cold tingle he felt down his spine as you shivered against him. 

Jude picked up the pace, sighing with pleasure when you felt his bulge, and almost shamingly came. “S-s-shit baby.”

He nibbled on your neck to quiet down the noises the two of you were making, leaving wet kisses all over your tainted skin, feeling your lips quivering in pleasure as he finally made you reach your high. You cried out, and sucked in a sharp breath when he hit that certain spot, the one he always found, either with his fingers or cock. 

“All mine.” 

Jude quickly untucked his belt, and took his hard cock out the tightness off his boxers, grunting at the cold air in the room. “Can you still be quiet for me? One more, just one more for me…” he kissed you and quickly picked you up again, holding you strongly so you wouldn't fall, but he couldn't help himself but pin you hands above your head. 

“If it becomes too much tell me,” Jude said, dragging the tip along your wet fold before finally sinking into you. Your back was completely pinned against the wall, sliding up and down as he began to thrust into you slowly but rough. He moved mindlessly, drawing out sounds from the two of you as he thrusted into you deeper. Your name fell out his lips, causing you to squeeze your legs around him, also your wet folds around his cock at the same time. 

You felt like heaven, and Jude was sure he would be cumming quickly. The two of you were close, so close that in a few more thrust the two of you would be moaning in relief. He let go of your pinned wrists, his two hands now on your hips as he slowly drew in and out, harder and deeper. “God, you feel so good. Doing so good for me… God I love you,” he kissed you, your hand resting on the back of his head returning the kiss. 

He continued to breathlessly move inside you, his forehead on your shoulder to reduce the sounds of his moans and groans. The art frames on the wall banging due the pace of his thrust, but he couldn't care. But when you continued to clench around him, Jude continuing the pace he was doing, your bodies trembled in pleasure, having Jude prep his hand in the wall so the two of you wouldnt fall. You could feel it, the way you pulsed around his cock, the ropes of cum he continued to spurt into you. 

“I love you,” he kissed his initial and then lips, now that were slightly swollen after making out for a while. You brushed the hairs on his temple that were messy back into place, smiling like an idiot as he remained still inside you. 

“I love you too Jude.”

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[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 11 | previously: part 10 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, implied content (nothing too bad) angst (?)

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi! so psa that im estimating that there will be about 3 more parts after this one :)) maybe more but 3 for sure :)) also i would say im sorry for the pain but im not 😚 enjoy xx

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eleven: I hate you

“You snore when you sleep,” you told Bakugou. The blond was slowly starting to wake up. The two of you tangled together in the sheets of Bakugou’s bed. You turned over to look at him, his hair a complete morning mess.

“Yeah says you princess,” he groaned. His morning voice was deep and raspy. You sat up and watched as Bakugou pulled the covers back over his head. You laughed.

“It’s almost 10am explosion boy, we’ve got stuff to do.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t make me stay up so late I wouldn’t be so tired…”

“Are you saying you’d pick sleep over what happened last night?” You teased. Bakugou took the blanket off of his face and pulled you towards him.

“God no,” he smirked as he pulled you into a kiss. You smiled against his lips.

“Good. Now get up, we’re supposed to start setting up at noon.” Bakugou groaned, not letting go of you.

“Let’s just stay here~” he whined. You chuckled.

“Who knows, maybe after the dance you’ll get lucky again, but we have to set up for that to happen,” you teased. Bakugou jumped up from the bed and tossed you over his shoulder.

“AH-KATSUKI-“

“Well then we’ve gotta get ready!” He laughed as he spun you around. He set you down and kissed your head.

“I’ll see you later dumbass,” you smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Meet me in the common area when you wanna head down, okay?”

“Okay, but you have to let go of me silly.” Bakugou unwrapped his arms from around you.

“Oops.”

“Bye.” You kissed his cheek once more before heading out the door.

Please no one be around.

You opened the door slowly and shut it quietly. You scanned the hallway, hoping no one saw you leaving Bakugou’s room.

Coast is clear.

“Y/N?”

Okay maybe not.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Kirishima, Sero, and Denki staring at you. You couldn’t look any more suspicious. Your hand was still on Bakugou’s door knob, you were wearing his t-shirt, and your neck looked like you had gotten into a paintball match. You sighed and walked over to them.

“Morning guys,” you said confidently, hoping they wouldn’t question you.

“Why were you in-”

“Y/N!” called Bakugou behind you. You jumped and watched as Kirishima, Sero, and Denki’s jaws all dropped at once. You felt Bakugou’s hand on your shoulder.

“You forgot this,” he said plainly. Bakugou dangled your bra in front of your face, and in front of his friends. You snatched the bra from his hands.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you huffed. Bakugou smirked.

“I’ll see you later dumbass.” Bakugou tapped your ass before turning back around and going into his room. You sighed, and just walked around the group of stunned boys before you.

~

You went into your room and plopped down on your bed. You couldn’t believe that last night actually happened. You couldn’t believe that you actually told Bakugou how you felt.

Wait a damn minute.

You sat up from your bed.

Did he say it back? He did right? Oh my fuck he didn’t. Wait? No, he definitely didn’t. Fuck. Maybe he meant to say it and just forgot. Yeah, that’s it.

You took a deep breath. There was no reason to freak yourself out. After all, Bakugou acted like he felt the same. You reassured yourself that everything was fine.

You were supposed to head down to the theatre soon to set up. Prom would be taking place in the same place that the school festival concert was your first year. You had recruited some of your friends to help you set up as well, so you needed to head down to meet them. You changed into some sweatpants and out of Bakugou’s shirt and into a sweatshirt. You felt it was best to return his favorite shirt to him. You then went to go meet Bakugou in the common area.

“Come on Bakugou!” begged Kirishima. You could hear Bakugou, Kiri, Denki, and Sero from across the hall. The boys continued to pester Bakugou.

“Just tell us what’s going on with you and Y/N!” said Denki. You jumped and went to hide by the wall, in hopes of listening in on this conversation.

Please say something nice.

“What the hell are you talking about?” groaned Bakugou.

“Well we did catch her sneaking out of your room this morning. Care to explain?” teased Sero. Bakugou huffed.

“No.”

“Come on man! Are you two a thing now?” Your heart began to beat a little faster.

Please, please.

“Why do you damn extras care so much?”

“Bakugou this is Y/N we’re talking about! Do you see why this is kinda a big deal?” said Denki.

“So what is it? Are you guys a thing or not?” You took a deep breath.

“No.”

Your heart dropped.

“No?”

“No. Nothing is going on with me and Y/N damn it. I-I don’t care about her…” You clapped your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“So her sneaking out of your room this morning?”

“That didn’t mean anything. I-I don’t even like her.”

“Well that’s too bad,” whispered Denki.

“Whatever…”

Without thinking, you marched over to the boys.

“Good to fucking know.” You threw Bakugou’s shirt at him. He looked at you, stunned.

“Oh shit-”

“WAIT Y/N!” Bakugou stumbled off of the couch to catch you but you were already walking away.

“Get the hell away from me Bakugou!” You swatted him away from you as he tried to grab hold of your hand. He grabbed your hand anyway, forcing you to look at him.

“Wait Y/N listen I-”

“No, you listen to me Katsuki Bakugou because I’m only gonna say this once,” You looked at him dead in the eyes, while your own began to water.

“I hate you.”

You ripped your hand back from Bakugou and ran down the stairs.

~

His words kept playing on repeat in your head. Over and over again. You sat on the steps on the basement stairs. Your face buried in the palms of your hands. You hated crying but you hated other people seeing you cry even more. You heard footsteps get closer to you but you felt too weak to even get up.

“Y/N…”

“Fuck off Bakugou,” you sniffled.

“I’ll make sure to pass that message onto him.” You turned around and looked up at your friend.

“Oh sorry Iida, I thought you were Bakugou,” you explained. Iida joined you on the stairs.

“That’s okay. The real question is, are you okay? I heard what happened.” You looked at Iida, your eyes red and puffy. You buried your face into his chest, sobbing.

“How could I be so stupid? I’m so naive. I knew that he wouldn’t feel the same and I ignored it. What was I thinking? Fuck, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” Iida rubbed your back.

“You don’t hate him Y/N.” You looked up at him, wiping your face.

“W-What?”

“You don’t hate him,” Iida sighed, “you love him.”

More tears began to stream down your face. Your lips started to quiver even more.

“I-I don’t want to love someone who doesn’t love me back.”

Iida took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped off the remaining tears from your face.

“Look, Bakugou is a complicated guy. Maybe he didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t give a fuck if he meant it or not. He still said it. God-fuck- I just can’t believe I was so stupid to fall for the one person I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Says who?”

“What?”

“Who says you weren’t supposed to fall for Bakugou? Sure, the two of you have a more than strange relationship but that doesn’t mean you weren’t supposed to fall for him,” said Iida. You sniffled.

“Well clearly I didn’t listen to myself because I fell for him anyway. Iida, I hate that I love him so much. Fuck-it’s like whenever I see him or talk to him my heart just goes-” you began to make gestures with your hands. Iida chuckled.

“That’s called feeling happy Y/N,” Iida teased.

“Whatever,” you smiled.

“Who would’ve thought the the only person who could turn you into a hopeless romantic would be Bakugou.”

“I AM NOT A HOPELESS ROMANTIC! Well...maybe I’m just hopeless at this point. I-I just don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

“You’ll know when the time is right. I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks Iida,” you sighed. He smiled.

“Now, no more crying over silly boys. You’ve got a dance to set up.” You nodded.

“I guess you’re right. Mind giving me a hand?”

Iida smiled. “I don’t mind at all.”

•

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#5

Hmm for the challenge, how about Steve Rogers and returning a wallet.

Summary: Y/N is forever losing things, and when she misplaces her purse one day, it’s down to Steve to return it to her.

Characters: Dark!Steve x Reader.

Words: 867.

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), forced entry, 18+.

A/N: This is my entry for @syntheticavenger's How It Started/How It's Going challenge. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. However I do have to thank my pre-readers @sweeterthanthis @ozarkthedog and @thesummerpetrichor for their comments and support, you guys are the best. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.

How It Started

You’re forever losing things— car keys, cell phone, purse. It’s inherently in your nature to be so lackadaisical, that even as a child, you were constantly misplacing your toys. So when you lose your cute little Ted Baker wallet, you don’t immediately panic when you can’t find it.

Your bank knows you well by now— so well, in fact you’re on first name terms with most of their advisers when you call late on that blisteringly hot Thursday afternoon. They simply chuckle when you tell them the situation, and promising to have your replacement cards with you in two to five days, they wish you a good evening as a knock at your apartment door prompts you to end the call.

You stride over, voice trapping in your throat as you open it, taken aback by the sight of Steve Rogers, and his broad frame filling up your doorway.

“C-Captain Rogers?” you stutter, his presence reeking of omnipotence.

You’ve only encountered brief moments with him back at the compound, your priority and focus on Natasha and her comms equipment. But every time you’ve come into contact with the man, you find yourself stunned into silence. He’s America’s Golden Boy— the image of perfection in the eyes of the country, while you’re just a lowly tech assistant, assigned to one of his comrades.

You’ve never been on the man’s radar— not until today.

“I think you might’ve lost this,” he states, holding out his hand with that kind smile you’ve seen him flash Nat on many occasions. Glancing down, your eyes widen at the sight of your red purse looking almost minuscule in his large palm.

“Oh my god!” you squeal happily, almost snatching it from him. “Where did you find it?”

“Some cafe on Broad Street, I think, I can’t quite remember.”

Of course. You must’ve left it behind after paying for lunch.

“Thank you,” you smile, mindlessly thumbing it open to check the contents. All the cash and cards are still there— not that you have much in the way of savings to offer anyway.

What are you thinking? Captain America would never steal from anyone.

“How’d you know where to find me?” you add, wondering if he’d asked Don down in personnel for your address.

“Oh, your um, Drivers License,” he confirms just as your thumb lands on it, the highly embarrassing photo staring back at you.

“Right, of course,” you laugh, and slap your forehead, instantly regretting it. “Stupid me.”

“You’re not stupid, these things happen,” he returns kindly.

“Thank you Captain.”

“Please, call me Steve.”

-

How It’s Going

Steve’s hips slap wetly against the backs of your thighs, the obscene sound filling the otherwise silent apartment. His grunts are almost harmonic, perfectly in tune with his thrusts, and it takes every ounce of resolve to swallow down the moan caught in your throat.

He must never know how good he feels inside you. Otherwise he’ll keep up this nightly visitation act he believes he’s claimed the rights to, all because he was the one who found your damn purse.

Pulling out, Steve quickly flips you over onto your front, and re-enters you with a force that never fails to take your breath away.

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1200 notes • Posted 2021-07-21 21:00:41 GMT

#4

‘Til Death Do Us Part

Summary: Y/N heads back to the home she once shared with Steve in preparation to spend one last night together before their divorce is due to be finalised. Little does she know that her husband doesn’t intend to give her up. Ever.

Characters: Dark!Steve x Reader.

Words: 3391.

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, mentions of drugging, manipulation, gaslighting, implied forced pregnancy, slight breeding kink, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, mentally abusive relationship tw, 18+.

A/N: Written for @stargazingfangirl18​​‘s amazing 5K Soft!Dark Challenge. I chose dialogue prompt #3 (”Oh, honey, you weren’t supposed to see that”) and it is highlighted in bold. Siri, I can’t tell you how much of a blast it was to write this! Thank you so much for hosting, and many congratulations on your 5K milestone - you deserve every single one of them. Beta: @sweeterthanthis​​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. I also have to thank you Lau for being the greatest support and enabler. You are truly a ray of sunshine on a stormy day. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists can be found in my pinned post. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

Somehow you expect the family home to look different in a way— like the roof should be sporting some devil’s breath while the ground suddenly gives way to brimstone as a way of signifying its metaphorical descent into hell, but as you step from the cab straight onto the sidewalk, it looks the same as you left it four months ago.

Sure, there’s leaves blocking the gutter, the bushes leading up to the porch look a little unruly and the lawn could do with a trim, but really they’re only surface deep differences, ones you probably never would have noticed had you stayed put.

The real change you figure, would be inside, buried within the woodwork like rot, much like the person residing inside it, a malevolent kind of darkness laying claim to their soul.

The house still looks like something plucked right out of a fairytale, its entire presence cosy and inviting. You just wish you hadn’t been the one to abandon it.

Memories flood your thoughts— you could recall the day you moved in like it was yesterday, just like the moment Steve proposed to you on the front porch, and that first step across the threshold as a married couple will live with you until the day you die, no matter how hard you do your best to block it out.

Pushing open the white gate, you take a slow walk up the path, each step hesitant and tentative, unsure if coming back here was the right thing to do. You need those divorce papers, your inner voice reminds you curtly. Then you can get the hell outta here and put this all behind you.

You’d been Mrs. Rogers for the better part of five years, and to begin with, it had been the perfect marriage. Steve was a model husband and lover, but over the time the cracks started to show. He became possessive and controlling, desperate to know where you were at any given time of day when you weren’t with him. He told you what you could and couldn’t eat, controlled the intake of your calories, and eventually he dictated your meals to the last crumb.

He was a master manipulator— breaking off your friendships with your nearest and dearest from right under your nose, using your own hands to chop the strings from the “puppets” he called them. But little did you know, you were Steve’s toy all along. Moulded into his perfect little wife who wouldn’t dare put a foot out of line.

It wasn’t until you had to travel for work— a situation Steve did his best to quash, that you came to your senses when a co-worker innocently commented on the unhealthy dependency you seemingly had on your husband, after calling to apologise that you hadn’t checked in with him, despite the fact you had been caught up in meetings all day.

She became concerned for you, asking you to seek help from friends and you admitted they had all drifted away, not realising you were the one to create the wedge in the first place.

That was the first piece of the jigsaw to fall from its place, until more began to slip, giving you a glimpse into the harsh reality below it.

You eventually escaped his clutches three months later.

Six weeks passed before you served the divorce papers, citing unreasonable behaviour on his part. Steve seemingly accepted them without causing a ruckus like you expected, instead only asking of you a simple request.

It had been a long day at the office the night his text came through, a renowned sense of fear clasping at your heart the minute you saw his name pop up on your phone screen. You left it an hour before you summoned up the courage to open it, the two glasses of red wine helping to steady to your nerves. You expected something malicious, but what flashed up before you was far from it.

“Come back for one last night? I’ll take you to dinner at Romanoff’s then home for a movie? It’ll be just like old times.”

While you were initially dubious, you couldn’t help feel an odd sense of nostalgia, almost wanting to relive your old date nights. Before things turned sour.

So here you are, staring up at the house you once longed to raise your children in as the front door swings open and Steve appears, rushing down the steps as a wide grin pulls at his lips.

“Oh honey, you made it,” he greets happily, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. You stiffen at his touch, desperate to push him away but you hold your nerve, instead returning his smile when he retreats. “How was the train ride?”

You’d been living in the city since the separation, eager to put as much distance between the two of you, and so far it was doing the trick.

“It was fine, thank you,” you reply politely as he reaches to take your overnight bag, turning to take two porch steps at a time. You follow nervously, unnerved by his overly kind demeanour.

“Great,” he dismisses quickly, before calling over his shoulder, “so I set up the guest bedroom for you, y’know, remember, the one across the hall from the nursery.”

He’s babbling excitedly like you’re coming home for good, and you feel like you have to interject before he’s forcing you to pick out new China patterns for the dinnerware.

“Steve—”

He glances back at you. “Hm?”

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1562 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 20:01:00 GMT

#3

When Daddy’s Not Around

Summary: A cockroach infestation in Y/N’s apartment block forces her and her parents to stay with her dad’s best friend— the wealthy bachelor James Barnes. And when her parents are out of town for the weekend, the sexual tension that has been brewing between the pair finally boils over. 

Characters: DadsBestFriend!Bucky x F!Reader.

Words: 5916.

Warnings: age gap relationship (reader is 18), heavy sexual tension, explicit sexual content, Bucky being a little tease, Bucky being a slut, Bucky in just a towel, female masturbation, finger sucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), multiple orgasms, definite size kink, cream pie, 18+.

A/N: Written for @sweeterthanthis​ “Quote Me On It” challenge, my prompt was “I thought about what you would look like having an orgasm” from Sex, Lies & Videotape. It is highlighted in bold, however it has been altered slightly. Bucky’s look is entirely inspired by this GIF, and if you’re after a visualisation of the sex position, feast your eyes on this. Beta: @there-must-be-a-lock​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. Lou, your detailed feedback and suggestions have literally altered my writing experience completely, thank you so much. I’d like to also thank my pre-reader @ozarkthedog​​ for your wonderful comments, and sending all of my gratitude to @imanuglywombat​, my beautiful wombat queen. Your support has been priceless throughout. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

You’re barely through the front door one dreary Monday evening when your dad accosts you in the tiny hallway, his hands full with two bulging duffel bags.

You shoot him a quizzical look as you drop your backpack to the floor. “What’s going on?”

“Pack as many clothes and essentials as you can,” he instructs. “We’ve gotta move out.”

“Move out?” you repeat incredulously. “Did we miss the last rent cheque or something?”

He tries hard to school his features, almost horrified that you would suggest such a thing, and as soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them. You’re about to apologise as the older man drops the bags to the floor, turning his attention to the bureau to the left of you.

“Entire apartment block has cockroaches. Whole building is getting fumigated,” he explains, eyes trained downward as he rummages inside the small wooden dresser.

You shiver at the thought of thousands of the parasites crawling over your body before questioning, “Where the hell are we gonna live?”

“Bucky says we can stay with him.”

Your stomach feels like lead at the words, even though it makes perfect sense. Nana and Pops live too far out of town, and you still need to be close enough to school without having to catch six buses just to make it in time for the first period.

Bucky. James. Dad’s oldest and closest friend.

His house may be in the opposite direction to your school district, but it’s still the more viable option. You’d only have to get one bus this way, even if it did mean getting up at the crack of dawn to make sure you’re on it. Plus he has more than enough space to accommodate the three of you without feeling like you’re living out of each other’s pockets.

And you can’t argue with logic, despite how much you want to.

So Bucky’s house it is.

-

The next week passes by in a blur of belongings shoved into whatever hold-all’s and suitcases you can find. Desperate to pack as many of your clothes as possible, it doesn’t matter that you haven’t worn half of the garments in what feels like years, you never know when the occasion would call for a cute little flowery two piece and clumpy brown wedges that you can barely walk in.

The bedroom James’ housekeeper Olga has allocated to you is almost the same size as your entire apartment, and that doesn’t include the walk-in closet that leads off to the left of the queen sized bed, which in itself is bigger than your whole room at home. You can’t understand why a man who lives alone needs such a vast living quarters, but as you unpack your possessions into a pathetically small portion of the closet, you are suddenly grateful that he does.

The first night after you settle in as much as you can, James promises to give the three of you the space you need, and to treat the place as if it were your own. Predictably, Dad objects, but James won’t hear of it.

“My home will always be your home,” quotes the playboy as Dad shoots his friend daggers, remembering the same words falling from his own mouth years before. “Every amenity is at your disposal, and my staff are always on hand if you need anything.”

“We can’t ask them to do that, Buck. They don’t work for us,” Dad argues.

James lives a lavish lifestyle, one he always downplays when he comes to visit. It isn’t that he’s ashamed of his wealth, but he knows your parents are modest and never live beyond their means. He has too much respect for them to shove it in their faces.

But you always remember the one and only time your father and his friend disagreed over their financial differences. James had offered to help out when bills began to mount up after your father’s car broke down at the side of the highway, and repairs were costly. Your parents were simply too proud to take his money, and it was never spoken of again.

“But they work for me, and they do what I ask of them, and if that means waiting on hand and foot for my guests then that’s what they’ll do,” James counters quickly.

“Buck—” Dad starts, but his best friend shuts him down with a look and a casual wave of the hand.

“I’m not gonna argue about this. My word’s final.”

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1624 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 20:30:55 GMT

#2

my sister was diagnosed with ovarian cancer two weeks ago

and just yesterday, she was stripped of the hope that she would be able to have her eggs extracted and frozen (ahead of her full hysterectomy) so that eventually in the future she could use them to have a baby

i’m not taking any of this news well despite my best abilities to hide it so if i take time in getting back to anyone (whether it be an ask, dm, comment, reblog etc) please don’t take it personally

however, i have set up a justgiving page and am trying to raise money for her to able to have the procedure of preserving her eggs privately which costs upwards of £4k, i know times are tough but anything you can spare would mean the absolute world to me

1836 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 16:55:32 GMT

#1

“it is amazing how many people view direct communication as an attack.”

39202 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 09:03:38 GMT

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[fightabear]

so, i just need to shout for a second.

you are allowed to be critical of the media you consume. you should ask how it impacts you.

howver, you aren’t making the internet safer by pushing purity culture. if you care about the safety of minors online, you need to push education about internet safety.  predators lay in wait in general spaces and don’t need problematic content to groom them. in fact, actively pushing the idea that determining whether or not someone is a predator based on whether or not they engage in adult content determines whether or not they’re safe to interact with sets minors up to be uncritical of interactions with people that meet arbitrary safe criteria.

online predators will actively work to blend in to their victims peer group. 

you also need to be critical about where you’re getting your ideas, where they stem from, and who is pushing this agenda. 

please look at what just happened to onlyfans. i saw so many people toting it as a victory for children’s rights, without realizing that the organization behind the campaign against it is one whose primary focus is actually just criminalizing and stamping out all forms sex work. 

your desire to protect children and make the internet a safer space was being used as a weapon against sex workers by an anti-lgbt fundamentalist Christian organization that believes in abstinence only education.  

sorry.

if this had come from a genuine place, it would have sparked a larger conversation that explained to minors the very real danger put themselves in when they bypass the restrictions in place for these sites, the types of predators that could be watching them. not to mention the legal liabilities they open themselves up to as the child is technically committing a crime by producing and sharing this content.  there also would have been time for onlyfans to rework its verification system to make it harder for minors to get into.

instead, sex workers have been thrown out of the platform they built and are being shamed for being upset about it because they aren’t “thinking of the children”.

there is such a stunning lack of education being pushed as to why these things are bad and dangerous  and much more focus about destroying it. children will see this cool forbidden thing and run straight towards it because they don’t know any better, no one has told them not to touch the hot stove. yes, their brains aren’t done developing yet. they are not emotionally or mentally mature yet, they are going to make stupid mistakes - but they make more mistakes and open themselves up to more harm when they don’t understand that they’re in danger or where the danger is coming from.

and this isn’t victim blaming. i was a child online who had to deal with predators. i was the kid who would circumvent neopet’s ‘no offline site contact’ rule to rp with people over AIM. i thought it was stupid! i was grown up and mature, i could handle it, right? i had sooooo many online friends and nothing bad ever happened. i wasn’t even old enough to be on the forum!

then i was thirteen. i had naively added a person on msn thinking they were a fun new friend who was going to give me a rare item on gaia online, only for them to switch on a time when we were in private. they threatened to hack and delete my account unless i got on webcam and got shirtless. i was a lonely child and the internet friends i had were my only friends. i remember crying and my mom walking in the room, not knowing what was happening, and then i used that as a chance to wrest my account back and block and report the guy.

i never told my mom. i thought she’d take away the computer forever and i’d lose my only connection. i just dealt with the shame that this man had seen me shaking and afraid in only my bra. i had nightmares about him telling me to take it off or he’d send the picture to my school friends, since he now had access to my im list. i thought he was my friend. he said he liked my writing. he changed on a dime when we were alone.

when it happened again later, i knew that there was a reason why this 27 year old man kept dming me to tell me i was pretty when i shared pictures in our group chat.  now my school was giving internet stranger danger education, i knew some of what to watch out for and to trust my gut. it made me feel cool for all of ten seconds that this COOL older person praised my writing and thought i was attractive, but it also made me feel uneasy.  the fact that he wouldn’t do this where anyone else could see it bothered me. so, without a trusted adult, i went to the mods of the server and his girlfriend and expressed my discomfort about the conversations that were happening in private. more details came out and he was thrown out from the group chat.

i never see education being brought up in these conversations. never. from either side. the other day i went looking for evidence or studies of some of the arguments i see bandied around the most and found nothing. even in psas for legitimate predators, i never see people passing out education as to how kids can spot the danger signs or take the steps necessary to protect themselves. 

please ask yourself why when we talk about protecting minors online from predators, the normalization of carrds containing every single detail about their personal life when that is essentially a guide for a predator to use to get close to and abuse that child with is not the first thing brought up as a problem that needs to go.

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