#(i've decided that so much has happened in such a short amount of time and there's /so/ many things eating at him-)

[magnusmodig]

rough childhood headcanon qs / @clxscdeyes / no longer accepting !

╰┈➤ 7 . how old was your muse when they realized they had childhood trauma?

||. one whole "today years old" post!ragnarok and hela's reveal. Except, even then, according to the movie, not really because Thor is still in heavy denial about all of it where Odin is concerned. I've spoken a bit (here) about how Thor adores his family; he idolizes them and views them through blinding rose-colored glasses, (especially when they're deceased) and that is especially true of his circumstances.

So, very often times when the truth clashes with the rose-colored view of them (namely: his father), Thor does one of two things: find a way to justify the words or action with the surrounding context of the time to make it make sense (e.g., well he scolded me harshly because i was talking back), or avoid it altogether. (this is his go-to. no talking about it; thor would rather not right now, so he does not.)

Key example being: he would rather focus on how his father changed his ways, and the Odin that he knew and grew up with was a man who had turned away from pursuing war for war's sake, and was instead one who valued peace and life. He would rather focus on that aspect of Odin, and take in the broader picture of Odin's life. REGARDLESS of the fact that what Thor is deeply, personally affected - not with the realization that Odin changed his ways once upon a time - but by the fact that he lied to him, manipulated him, and controlled and shaped every aspect of his being, for Thor's whole life, JUST to avoid another Hela. Someone who Thor is not, could not be farther from, and never knew about, because Odin (apparently) kept the matter of his true first-born a closely-guarded secret and seemingly would have continued to were it not for Odin's death, Hela's escape, and Ragnarok all coinciding at the same moment in time. And this, all because Thor rationalizes it as "well, I wouldn't want to be remembered and judged based on the person that I used to be. I should extend that same kindness to my father, because he too, changed." (x10 because now Odin is dead. And it's in poor-taste to speak ill of a dead man.)

The problem namely being: Thor only talks about things when Thor decides it's time to talk about things ; when he is ready. ...but as this is a topic that ripple effects down to Thor's core, good luck getting him to open up about it, even just with himself.

#(yknow what sucks most about this is that 2011-2015 thor was on a trajectory where) #(while he still wouldn't talk about a lot of things he wasn't as firmly rooted in /absolute denial/ like he is now >>) #(he would lock up and not talk about his personal feelings but he was still /thinking/ about them) #(- and could grow ready to share his thoughts once he processed through all of it.) #(or at least he would broach the broad concepts while still lightly brushing over 'k but how did it make THOR feel') #(dude would rather choke than talk about his own feelings no support system for thor he's so dumb) #(which is also just so funny because he never /denied/ the fact that he's feeling under the weather either) #(he just... won't elaborate on why he is or how to feel better.) #(but anyways) #(to rationalize the trajectory shift away from 'thor being able to talk about deeply upsetting topics for him even if it's uncomfortable') #(i've decided that so much has happened in such a short amount of time and there's /so/ many things eating at him-) #(-that he's subconsciously decided he's not going to talk much about any of them. because there's just too much.) #(the vibe of 'if i talk about this now i'm going to fall and if i fall i don't know if i can get up again because it's finally too heavy) #(-and i can't afford to fall down bc there's too much at stake outside of me so i just will not take the chance') #(he can if he's ever with someone he truly trusts and he can speak about it NORMALLY if that person pushes him enough) #(because you've always had to needle thor to /actually answer your question/ rather than talk half-way around it) #(//stares at thor 2011 where he never opens up to jane even once not even at the fire-side chat) #(but until then it's big denial mode bc ragnarok messed him up something fierce and i'm not even talking about-) #(-the order of in-universe events that happen in the movie orz) #( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page . #( answered . ) — black feathers fall to a raven's call . #clxscdeyes #( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .

[brehaaorgana]

ADHD money/budgeting system I'm currently using for my benefit is going well (I've been using it for like half a year now?), and I wanna recommend it.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT. 10/10 do recommend. Uhhh rambling about it and my generic disclaimers + gushing extensively under the cut but TL;DR I think it's great for ADHD ppl, I've used it for 6+ months now and I find it super SUPER helpful. also weirdly fun.

DISCLAIMERS:

Budgeting helps you understand/know your money, it can't make money appear where there is none.

Everyone should learn to budget even if you don't have much money (especially then)

This is NOT a magic trick solution. Just like everything else, it is an assistive tool. This is one of those adult things we can't simply opt out of without negative consequences, though.

My advice is based on something I am currently able to do. That is, I can spend an amount of money on this specific thing that works well for me. If you have no extra money to spend then previously I was tracking things in a notebook. So you can still do this.

I believe Dave Ramsey is a fundie fraud/hack and no one should listen to him about money.

DID YOU KNOW THEY CANCELLED MINT???

Okay? OKAY.

Ahem.

You Need a Budget is EXCELLENT.

It is called YNAB for short. The first 34 days are your free trial, and that is my referral link. If anyone uses it and then signs up for a subscription, we both get a month free. Also you can share a subscription with up to six people (account owner can see everything but individuals can pick and choose what they share amongst each other) so like...idk your whole polycule can be on one account. Or your kids. Whatever.

If you are a student, it's free for a year. If you aren't, a subscription is $99 for a year (paid all at once) or $14.99 monthly, which is equivalent to paying Amazon prime. Go cancel Prime and get this instead tbh.

They got a whole article just on ynab and ADHD. They also have like...a big variety of ways to access their info? They have a book, podcast episodes, YouTube videos, blog posts, q&A's, free live workshops you can join (you can request live captioning), emails they can send (if you want) a wiki, and so on. They got workshops on all kinds of topics!!

So whatever ends up working for your brain. It also has a matching app.

If you lost Mint this year they have a gajillion things for moving from Mint.

Also they have a "got five minutes?" Page which has a slider so you can decide how much attention/time you have before going on lol:

They only have 4 rules of the budget, they're simple and practical, and it doesn't get judgey or like...mean about your spending.

1. Give every dollar a job 2. Embrace your true expenses 3. Roll with the punches 4. Age your money.

THEN THEY BREAK THESE DOWN INTO SMALL STEPS FOR YOU! They even have a printable! Also these rules are great because there's built in expectations that things WILL HAPPEN and it's NOT all or nothing with a fear of total collapse into failure. Reality and The Plan don't always align, especially if you have ADHD. So it's directing our energy towards the true expenses and not clinging to The Plan!! over reality.

You can automate a lot of shit (you can sync with your bank accounts just like mint, but also automate tagging the categories of regular expenses/transactions). And if for whatever reason you accidentally do something that makes the budget look weird or wrong:

A) you can usually fix it somehow OR b) they have like, a button you can press that gives you a clean slate and archives the previous version of the budget for you.

So if you forget for a few weeks or months, or accidentally input something wildly wrong, or just don't want to look at a really terrible month anymore and feel like you need a fresh start you can usually either fix it or start fresh which is really nice.

The app also (for whatever reason) scratches my itch to have things like...have incentives or little game-like goals in a way mint never did? I don't know why. Filling up the bars or putting money into the categories to cover my expenses is satisfying lmao. You can also make a big wish expense category for all the fun shit you want, and fund it whenever you can and then you can see the little bar go up and that's fun.

Anyways I've been using it for like 6+ months now and I think it's really helped me when I use it.

#adhd #adhd money #adult adhd #ynab #adhd blogging

[o-wyrmlight]

I haven't said anything on here because I've been so focused on what's been happening on Twitter. I spent six or more hours last night just retweeting whatever I could to help raise a ruckus. For anybody who isn't aware of what's been happening:

For the past 75 years, Israel has been doing exactly what the United States of America did to indigenous natives when we first began to claim the territory. They've been pushing Palestinians off of their homeland and claiming the land for themselves. They've been stealing homes and territory that doesn't belong to them, engaging in a quiet genocide.

They control what goes in an out of the border. They control how much food Palestinians are allowed to have access to. They control how much water and electricity Palestinians have access to in a day. They control how many times a year and how far out fishing boats are able to go, and they're relegated to areas where there are no fish. The amount of ships aren't enough to sustain the population. Israel has ensured that Palestinians cannot build bomb shelters by preventing those materials from coming into the country.

On October 7th, 2023, a Gazan organization named Hamas, which is stationed in the Palestinian city of Gaza, decided to retaliate. They did a plethora of horrible things to Israeli people, taking hostages. In response, Israel has begun being more aggressive and upfront in its genocidal attempts to eradicate Palestinians.

This is not an exaggeration. Israel is very upfront about what they want. The official Israeli account has posted what they've done proudly. The first event that made people outside of Palestine aware of what was going on was the bombing of a hospital that Israel boasted of, and then later walked back to claim it was a Hamas base.

There are rules of war to follow. Among them, it is a war crime to attack where people are taking shelter in places of religion and hospitals. Once this information was revealed and made obvious, public outcry for the support of Palestine began to ring out. Apparently it wasn't even the first hospital that Israel had targeted--there were over 10 at the time and more to come in the following days.

Consider that Israel knew they were targeting the hospital and sent out a warning for them to evacuate, and then remind yourself that there were people in the in the hospital who relied on the medical equipment to live. Where were they supposed to go on such short notice? Children and babies were killed. Israel admitted to doing this and then claimed that the hospital was a Hamas base. And soon after, they claimed that it was a misfired rocket by Hamas that hit the hospital. Isn't that so convenient?

Israel has warned a city to travel the road down south in ten hours--on foot, on a hiking trail that takes more than twelve--to reach safety. They promised they would be safe and that Gaza was the only place they were aiming to destroy. Instead, Israel proceeded to bomb and destroy the only safe passage that they were able to get. They weren't safe at all.

In the days to come, Israel would proceed to turn off all electricity and water in Palestine. They would continue to bomb various places under the presumption that they were Hamas bases. Hamas comes from the city of Gaza, so that doesn't explain why several of those places--even hospitals--were much farther south.

Yesterday, they bombed the communication tower that Palestinians have been relying on to communicate with the outside world. As far as I know, they've been dark ever since.

Egyptians have been trying to help. They've been trying to demand the gates to open so that they can send humanitarian aid in. There are people--good people--who don't care if they die for the cause or not. Hardly any humanitarian aid has been able to come in, and Israel has been teasing Egypt, their own weaponry poking at their boarder as a threat. If several missiles cross Egyptian boarders, how is it their fault of they were aiming at a hostile air craft?

Remember how much Israel monitored what comes in and what comes out of Palestine. They control how much electricity and water a day they have. They control their maritime and how far from the coast they're allowed to fish. Do you think that Palestinians are able to build such air crafts?

Egyptians have witnessed the horrors that have been happening from across the sea. The sky was red with fire and alight with bombs. The horizon echoed with the noise and the assault didn't cease. I don't know if it's still going on. I don't know if it ever stopped. But Israel is sending out ground troops now, and who knows how far that went since last night.

Israel calls this a war. Palestinians haven't been able to fight back. They don't have any weapons or a military of their own. Entire families have been wiped off of the face of the earth, numbering probably well over forty by this point. Entire generations are at risk of being killed. This isn't a war. This is a genocide.

Israel claims that Hamas hides behind its civilians for protection, but all Israel is doing is hiding behind Hamas as an excuse to commit ethnic cleansing.

The worst part to me is that world powers who could have done something to prevent this are actively doing nothing. The United States has been providing Israel with the very weapons that they're using to obliterate Palestine off of the face of the map. Britain has outlawed protests speaking up in support of Palestine. And there are a lot of protests. The public opinion knows that this is wrong. Joseph Biden has casted doubt on how many Palestinians have actually died just before the blackout occured.

The warning signs have been here for 75 years, and nobody has done anything about it. And now Palestinians are facing the most brutal evil that mankind is capable of, and nobody who can do anything about it is willing to lift a finger. What's the point of the United Nations to create laws of war that are to be followed if those laws aren't going to be enforced? What kind of message does that send to countries that violate those laws?

That they can get away with it.

This isn't even to touch on the fact that Israel has been paying content creators and companies to speak up in support of Israel. I wouldn't be surprised if they're doing the same with popular celebrities in the United States and elsewhere. I wouldn't be surprised if this is a part of why politicians are refusing to lift a finger to hold Israel accountable for their actions. Israel has always wanted control of the narrative. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

I do want to point out that despite these horrors, it's important to remember that, while Israel has done these horrible things, you shouldn't blame the individual people. Not every single Israeli believes in this genocidal cause, but the system of government that encourages and rewards these behaviors should be held accountable. Israelis who disagree with Israel are very likely at risk of being punished severely if they express their beliefs. It's important to remember that.

Israel will cry antisemitism because they are a Jewish state: Holding them accountable for their actions is not antisemitism. Do not be afraid to do so. I have seen videos of Jewish people in the United States leading mass protests in support of Palestine, calling for a ceasefire in Gaza, for Palestine to be free. Don't blame all Jewish people or Israelites for this horror. Be angry at Israel the government, Israel the politicians, Israel the people who support them rabidly and celebrate the death of millions.

I know for a fact that there are some things I've missed. It's so difficult to tactfully cover everything that's happened over the past couple of weeks. But hopefully this is enough to let those who aren't aware of what's been happening know.

I'm ashamed to be a United States American. And I am angry at the politicians and the people in power who could have voted for a ceasefire and didn't. We are witnessing the evils of humanity at work this month. And yet we are also witnessing the selfless good that humanity is capable of, leading protests to free Palestine and call for a ceasefire, trying their best to raise attention to the people who did nothing. History will remember them as the villains of this story.

It feels like there isn't much you can do. But just knowing and spreading awareness of the situation is enough. It is enough. Israel has hired companies and social media to do their best to stifle talk and conversation about Palestine. YouTube has deleted fifteen years' worth of videos examining the Palestinian occupation and Palestinian culture as a whole. Israel wants Palestine to die in silence and be forgotten.

All you need to know is what is happening. All you need to know is to remember and not forget. All you need to know is acknowledge the Palestinian's generations-long suffering, know that we're living through a genocide, and see how world powers do nothing about it. This is how Adolf Hitler got away with it for so long.

So remember. Keep it in mind. Learn the warning signs. And be sure to remember this when it happens again.

Free Palestine.

#free palestine #ceasefire in gaza #ceasefire NOW #palestine #gaza #hamas #israel #israel hamas war #israel hamas conflict #free gaza #gazaunderattack #gaza strip #save gaza

[hard-core-super-star]

A request for hailee x reader. Reader is Hailees' main backup dancer. There are edits of the two over the years, fans speculate that the two are together due to the tension between them in said edits and videos.

one step forward, three steps back [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: when hailee tries to convince you to ride the publicity wave and appear in her new music video, you’re forced to accept the truth of your feelings for her.

warnings: the weirdest mix of angst and fluff you've ever seen; stubborn idiots arguing instead of being honest; quite possibly the most dialogue i've ever written for one fic; one mention of the JA stunt because i am still bitter about it

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: rubix stop mentioning sunkissing in everything challenge. don't mind me, just trying to manifest hailee's music back to life...pun absolutely intended. [ever write a song so gay you have to go into hiding as soon as it comes out? i'm sure taylor swift knows the feeling all too well] anywho, i got a little carried away with this one and it shows. hope you enjoy <3

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If someone had told you your entire life would be flipped on its head just from a few short video edits and a trending hashtag you would have called them mad. Unfortunately, Emily Dickinson had a point when she said,“Much madness is divinest sense.”

The ‘madness’ in this case was the sheer amount of people who had started spreading the before-mentioned videos around and the ‘sense’ being your incredibly obvious feelings for the person who was essentially your boss. It’s a bit of an oversimplification, and the biggest reason you have not to tell Hailee the truth, but the point still stands.

You still have no idea how things got blown so out of proportion since the speculation around you two has been swirling around since day one. Clearly, not having any new music projects to focus on has driven her fans into madness.

It would be fine…if you and Hailee were still on speaking terms.

Are you being dramatic? Maybe a little but your friendship or relationship or whatever the hell it was that you two had going on at some point isn’t what it used to be. The blame isn’t entirely on her but your own bitterness about the situation tends to cloud your judgment sometimes…okay, most of the time.

Right now is a perfect example of it.

You’ve been staring at your phone for what feels like hours, mentally debating if you should give in and reply to Hailee’s text. You really, really, don’t want to but what other choice do you have? It’s not like you can ignore her forever, you’ve already promised her you’ll join her on her next tour, whenever it finally happens.

You decide to suck it up and agree to meet her for coffee. The last thing you need is to be seen hanging out with her right now but you’re sure it’s all part of the plan. A plan that probably didn’t come from the singer herself, but rather from the group of people who act like they want the best for her but are really just trying to sell her image like it’s a product.

Because who cares about morals and dignity as long as you get streams on your music, right?

You shove your bitter thoughts out of your mind for now and focus on getting ready to see Hailee again.

The hours simultaneously feel like seconds and eternity and before you know it, you’re sitting at a semi-secluded table in a random coffee shop with your knee bouncing up and down like there are ants crawling up your pants. No amount of breathing exercises or grounding techniques can stop your heart from hammering in your chest from the mere thought of the brunette.

You’re not sure what she wants from you, you just have a bad feeling about it. Although maybe that’s your broken heart talking, you can’t be sure.

You notice her the second she walks in and you do an awful job at pretending you’re looking at something on your phone instead of her. You act like you can’t see the smile on her face from this distance just like she acts like she can’t see you. Both of you look ridiculous but neither of you mind.

She finally joins you after another eternity of waiting and despite all the questions that are swirling around in your brain, you force yourself to wait for her to go first.

“I need your help with something.”

After months of not talking to each other, that’s what she leads with. You would complain about her lack of greeting but you’re grateful she’s getting right to the point so you can wrap this up and go back to avoiding your feelings. “That’s a bold start.”

She rolls her eyes, more out of habit than anything else. “It’s been five seconds, are we going to fight already?”

“I guess that depends on what you want me to do,” you reply.

“I want you in the SunKissing music video. We finally got the green light for it and it’s the perfect way to take advantage of all the buzz around the two of us.”

You can’t help but wonder if she’s joking. The ‘buzz’ around you two is just people speculating and piecing together the history Hailee has spent so long ignoring and rewriting. History that’s filled with arguments. bitter kisses, unspoken confessions and stolen glances.

You force the memories out of your mind. Along with the weird ache you feel every time you focus on Hailee’s eyes.

“Me dancing in the background of your music video isn’t going to be a trending topic, Hailee.”

She shrugs. “It will be if we kiss.”

“You’re joking,” you say, unable to hide the way her words take you by surprise.

“I’m serious.”

“You’re choosing now to come out? You think this will make everyone forget about your little stunt with the QB?”

Your mention of the New York stunt hits her hard and if you’re being honest, that’s exactly why you brought it up. You’re not interested in turning your private life into Hailee’s next big scandal. Even if it means pissing her off until she changes her mind.

The way she clenches her jaw is all you need to know you’re not going to like her next words. “It’s not a coming out. It’s an acting project.”

“You’re never going to change are you?” You ask, not sure whether to be impressed or disappointed by her idea.

“Come on, y/n.” She leans forward and places her hand on top of yours. You half-expect a camera flash to accompany the action but you seem to be safe for now. “You know you’re the only person I trust with this.”

Her words would be cute if you hadn’t fallen for them already. Multiple times. It’s always been the same way with her. She gives you a few months of her attention, makes you believe your unspoken affections aren’t one-sided, just to rip it away from you the second you think you’ve made progress.

“You’re the last person in this room who should be talking about trust.”

“Oh my God!” She leans back, her hand slipping away from you and taking any hope of avoiding an argument with it. “When are you going to let that go?”

You’re not even sure what she thinks you’re upset about this time. The list is so long, she could be referencing anything and be completely right. And yet somehow, you’re the one who’s in the wrong for still being upset.

“When you apologize for being a piece of shit,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Which it is. To you, anyway.

The brunette across from you clearly doesn’t feel the same. “That’s unfair.”

“Leading someone on is unfair, Hailee.”

“You are so stubborn. How the hell did I ever sleep with you?”

You can’t tell if she’s joking or not but either way, you don’t want to hear another word from her.

“I’m leaving,” you say as you rise to your feet, ignoring your half-finished drink and the flash of regret that passes through those brown eyes you can’t help but love.

“Shit, shit, y/n, wait!”

“I already did wait or did you forget about that too?”

You don’t give her a chance to answer instead choosing to ignore her rushed apology and walking away like you should have done when this whole conversation started.

You make it about six feet away from the entrance when you hear Hailee’s voice calling after you. “Will you do it if I tell you it was my idea?”

It’s a desperate attempt for your attention and yet you fall for it all the same. Everything inside of you is telling you to leave but you can’t. Not when you’re this close to getting her to be honest with both herself and you.

“If it’s the truth,” you respond with your back still facing her.

“It is.” The scent of her perfume overwhelms you as her hands grip your waist. You fight back the urge to move away from her and allow her to turn you around to look at her. “I told my label it would be good publicity but honestly…I just really miss you.”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. The sound comes out softer than you thought possible. “You couldn’t call like a normal person?”

“We’re not normal people, y/n,” she says, the ghost of a smile lingering on her lips. “You know that better than anyone. You know me better than anyone.”

“Do I?”

She takes a step closer to you and you hate the way your eyes instantly drop down to her lips. It’s an instinct that no amount of time away from her can rewrite. “Let me prove it to you. Please.”

“You’re not going to fix this with a few kisses, Hailee.”

There’s an unspoken promise in her eyes. One that says she’ll kiss you as many times as she has to until she proves you wrong. And you have no doubt that she will.

Her hands move up from your waist to cup your cheeks. Her movements are slow and careful almost as if she’s waiting for you to change your mind.

In a way, you do because whatever remaining doubt you had about your feelings for the brunette fades away in an instant. You push away all your hesitation and close the gap between your lips.

It’s the sweetest kiss you’ve ever shared. It’s full of almost inaudible sighs, gentle touches, and the overwhelming truth of your desires. Mainly, the desire to keep going.

“One chance,” you whisper as you pull away. “I’ll help you with the music video. I’ll let you in again. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Promise.”

You’re about to tell her not to make promises she can’t keep but she kisses you again before you get the chance to.

#hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld x female reader #hailee steinfeld x you #hailee steinfeld x y/n #hailee steinfeld fic #hailee steinfeld fluff #hailee steinfeld imagine #hailee steinfeld fanfiction #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel #wlw #wlw fic #writing

[moodywyrm]

Mk moony what about Vi taking a bath with you?? All soapy and slippery and sitting on top of her

She loves the way you rake your hands through her hair and how you rub over her skin! She also loves running her hands all over you omg I’m drooling<3

this one has been plaguing me bc it can be both so so soft and a little smutty and I need it, rn :(

modern au vi where I've decided she was in college, eventually went part time and became a full time boxer, same au as no breakdowns here but I've been fleshing it out in my head? kinda?

she's always coming home exhausted from the gym, because she puts in an insane amount of work to make sure her dream works out. she comes home to the sweet little apartment she shares with you, her girlfriend, who she met while she was still a full time student.

this time she just so happened to come home while you were talking a bath. it's a peaceful sight, you in the tub with a drink and a book, the lights turned dimmed and candles lit. the water was a milky blue with the bath bomb you'd added, decorated with slowly rehydrating flower petals. you looked gorgeous, and Vi couldn't wait to get it. she mentally congratulated herself for showering at the gym, so she could hop right in with you.

she'd been standing at the cracked bathroom door for a few minutes, debating how to approach this, when your voice rang out. "Vi, baby, are you gonna join me or are you gonna stand there like a creep?"

"Sorry pumpkin, didn't know if you wanted alone time or some shit," She apologized, stepping into the bathroom and starting to strip.

You sat up, twisting to the side to watch Vi undress. Watching the way her tits bounced when she pulled her sports bra off, the drag of her shorts and boxers down her hips and thighs. The slow reveal of soft, firm skin. Once she was fully undressed, you were practically drooling, staring at her with so much love she felt heat flush over her.

You snapped out of your reverie, handing her the bath tray so she would have enough space to slip in. spinning around and moving away from the back of the bath, you watched as Vi climbed in, resting against the wall of the tub.

"C'mere pumpkin," She murmured, reaching out for you and tugging you onto her lap. You straddled her, pressing close to her body and wrapping your arms around her neck.

With a soft kiss to the line of her jaw, you rest your head on her shoulder. "How was your day, baby?"

Vi smooths her hands over your thighs, trailing one up around your waist to keep you close. With a kiss to the top of your head, she hums. "Mm, tiring, couldn't wait to get home and see you. Vander's been accepting a bunch of new fighters so I've been stuck training the new kids all day."

"You say that as if you don't love it, we both know you like taking care of newbies," You mumble, lifting your head to stare at her. She gives you this exasperated look, but you can see the smile forming on those pretty lips. You're right, and you both know it.

"Whatever, point is they're rough as hell and need work," She grumbles, sitting up and pulling you with her. You yelp, gripping at her shoulders to make sure you don't tip back into the water.

As you wiggle around on Vi's lap, trying to get comfortable, Vi holds back a groan at the feel of you. The soft press of your thighs against her, the heat of your cunt on her thighs as you shift. The warmth of your tummy and, christ, the feel of your tits against hers. The way her tits squish against you makes her head fuzzy, especially when she looks down to see you both decorated in pieces of rose petals and dribbles of milky water trailing down wet skin. It makes her heart beat a little bit faster, her breath coming a little bit quicker.

"-needed work too, don't forget that," She hears you say, only catching the end of your words. Her eyes snap up, looking at your face and hoping she hadn't got caught.

"What? Sorry, I - uhh- wasn't listening, sorry pumpkin," She fumbles, smoothing her hands over your damp waist, feeling for the dip of your back.

"I said, you needed work too. God knows how many times Vander and I have had to patch you up."

"Yeah, okay, you may have a point," She grumbles, unable to stop staring at your body. No matter how hard she tries, her eyes keep dragging themselves down to your nipples, the curve of your arm, the press of your stomach against her, the way your hips are subtly grinding down onto her thigh, the– wait.

She zones in, eyes narrowing as she watching the slight swivel of your hips, just barely grinding your cunt down onto on muscled thigh.

"What are you doing, pumpkin?" She practically purrs, sliding her hands down to your hips and holding you in place. For good measure, she even pulls you down onto her thigh a little harder, flexing the muscle to tease you. She watches as you get embarrassed, your chest heaving a little faster with the shock and excitement of being caught.

"I was just- uh- fuck," You stumble over your words, unable to confess. Not when Vi's watching you like that, her gaze heavy and predatory, dragging over every inch of your body.

"Yeah? You were just what? Getting off on my thigh like a pretty little slut?" She teases, leaning forward to press kisses beneath your ear, trailing them down your neck and biting at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

You whine, trying to grind down her thigh but being met by a rough smack on your ass, stinging even under the water. It caused a bit of water to splash out of the tub, pulling both you and Vi back to each other.

"Can we continue this in the bedroom? Please?" You beg, giving Vi your best puppy eyes. She just huffs out a laugh, gripping your ass tight before sliding that hand down, dipping it between your folds and lifting you enough for her to slide one slick digit into you. It's cruel, a tease, because you're more than ready for two, three, hell maybe even four fingers, with how much you'd teased yourself before she came home.

"Not yet baby, let me have my fun and then I'll fuck you nice and hard, got it?"

#anon #arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #arcane vi smut #arcane vi x reader smut #arcane #arcane smut

[paper-mario-wiki]

since you play Fallout 4 without fast travel and with an emphasis on immersion, have you played or considered playing on survival mode? because like, I'm someone who doesn't care for survival mechanics in games much at all, but I love Fallout 4's it's honestly really well implemented and honestly feels like it could be the intended experience, everything is just that much more immersive and surviving the Commonwealth feels that much more rewarding as a result. i'd say, maybe at least give it a chance if you haven't, it really is a game changer

I spent most of yesterday doing all the Institute quests and finishing the main campaign since Dana had been trying to do something without confronting them directly, but eventually she decided there was no other way. I did a BUNCH of quests in a short amount of time, and it took a few months of in-game time that went by in a few hours, which I decided the canon reason for was Dana knowingly putting herself in the most dangerous position in the entire Commonwealth, working as a Railroad double agent in the institute while under heavy scrutiny, and so a lot of it was happening all at once and pretty impossible to process. For this time she had to leave Piper behind for a few months, as she didn't want her getting hurt, and all of this pressure and responsibility was an extreme toll on her, resulting in her memory of her time working for the Institute being a blur.

There was a really powerful character moment while Dana was in power-armor, walking out to capture a synth for the institute, very rainy and dark on an overcast night walking through a field way out of town, and a couple of raiders tried to ambush her. And as she stood still there, watching through her rain-covered visor, letting them strike her with their pool cues and having their .38 bullets ricochet off of her advanced stolen military hardware suit of armor, she reflected on how a year ago, when she came-to, these guys were the biggest of her problems. She used to get a kick out of scheming around these guys and outsmarting them. But now, after caving in the skull of one of these two with a single swing of her baseball bat and looking at his terrified partner, still frantically swinging his crude weapon as before, but now with a much deeper desperation and fear, perhaps knowing that he's going to die over what he thought was going to be an easy score, Dana has a lot to think about. About how her heart is that of a Wanderer, but how sad and scared it made her that she may never be able to walk through the Commonwealth as an equal again. She wasn't scared of being famous, she knew word didn't travel like that for just anyone in the wasteland. She was just scared that she may never encounter anything that surprised her again, and that prospect was terrifying to her. The idea of being too complete in her understanding of the world.

Anyway, all that is to say: I think I'm nearing the end of Dana's story in the Commonwealth, and if I play again I've got an idea for a new character (a piece of shit) who is gonna be on survival difficulty!

#anon

[blueskittlesart]

no pressure at all, but i was wondering how you think Zelda would react to a mute/deaf link? i bet she originally thought he was conceited but had the gut punch realization that he couldn’t help it and that she had spent all this time judging him

struggling to figure out how to word this but i think this is.. essentially what happens in canon? canonically, link is selectively mute, which essentially just means that physically, he can technically speak. there's no physical problem with his vocal chords, hearing, etc that makes him mute, it's a mental block instead of a physical one. that doesn't mean that it's something he can control, though. I've heard it described as being like your vocal chords just "stop working" in certain situations, whether due to anxiety, trauma, overstimulation, or some other trigger. meaning you still physically can't talk, there's just no anatomical reason for the mutism. so whether he's deaf, physically mute, or selectively mute, i think zelda still has the gut-punch oh shit, he couldn't help it moment and that she DESERVES to have that gut-punch, because that realization that she'd been projecting her own insecurities onto him and refusing to take into account his situation is an important kickstarter to her personal growth and development. But i guess what i'm saying is i don't think her reactions would change very much if you change the way he's communicating with her. With selectively mute link, i do like to think that he eventually becomes comfortable enough around her that he's able to speak for short amounts of time and begins to communicate that way, as is implied in canon (but that's never actually outright stated, just that he "opened up" to her eventually, so it's possible he never actually TALKED to her at all and communicated some other way.) sign language, written language, however he decides to explain what's going on to her, he still was physically incapable of speaking to her before, and she still judged him heavily for it. so tldr yeah, i think no matter what form of mutism you want to give him, she always has to have that moment of shock and realization that she was pushing her own insecurities onto him and that she was downright CRUEL to him. it's one of the most important moments of her arc!

#it's also notable i think that because link is basically CONSTANTLY being triggered pre-calamity he APPEARS completely mute #even in situations where he SHOULD in theory be comfortable e.g. alone with mipha or daruk who he knew pre-sword he STILL doesn't talk #because the trigger for him is the presence of the master sword and the responsibility it implies. #the fact that he still can't speak even to his childhood friends speaks to the pervasiveness of that responsibility and the way he feels #pressured to keep up that persona of a hero even when he SHOULD be able to drop it. he's under so much pressure that he can't be himself #for even a second even when no one is watching him. #anyways. not the point of the post i know. but i think it's worth noting that there's not a lot of difference between selective vs physical #mutism with link pre-calamity EXCEPT that he could potentially speak to zelda after becoming comfortable enough. #the potential for COMMUNICATION is still there selective or not it would just have to be a nonverbal form of communication! #asks #zelda analysis

[starsjulia]

honey, i'll always be here, holding your hand

summary ~ y/n has been struggling, and leah's always here to help.

warning ~ disordered eating, angst (do not read if you feel it will trigger you)

a/n ~ i kinda wrote this as a vent and so i could get the end message out, and i'm always here if your struggling just msg me xx

also this is my first lw imagine soooo sorry if it's shit (it's also quite short)

distance. that's what y/n was doing, distancing herself from her wife. y/n and leah had been married for 3 years and one quite large question was bound to come up soon, and the only plan y/n can find to get herself out of it was to distance herself for the moment.

she sees the way leah acts with children, she looks at them with so much love, and so much longing. she's expressed her love for children in the past but the topic of their own hasn't brushed the surface yet. leah wasn't aware of a large part of her wife's life that would impact her want for her own children.

y/n had, and still slightly has an eating disorder, it caused her period to fade, she hadn't got her period in months, and she was sure that she wouldn't be fertile.

of course leah had some idea of y/n's struggle with eating, because she's always sort of had it. y/n was an actress, a oscar winning actress. so the public eye and constant criticism wasn't good for anyone's self esteem, but the constant comments got to y/n's head early on, and no matter what they stayed.

she got very good at hiding it though, she never looked 'anorexic' though no body 'looks anorexic' she was naturally thin, but at times how thin she was exactly scared leah. y/n hid her scale, basically memorised the amount of calories in almost all food, became a borderline mathematician when it came to adding, and she also had a tendency to binge when she was alone. so without being extremely observant you wouldn't of guessed she had disordered eating.

but it did catch up to her slightly, especially the side effects, her hair was thinning, she barley had a period, her nails where brittle, and she was often tired, but she always told her wife it was 'just a cold i've caught' or 'it must be an anemia flare up' and leah believed it, mostly because she communicated almost every other issue but this.

so she distanced.

and then the distance became too much.

"y/n wafts happened, and don't say nothing because i k know it's not, you barley talk to me, barley touch me, we barley have sex and if we do you never let me do anything to you, you're never like that and you know it, and you never eat with me, i can't stand it anymore, just talk to me. is there someone else? because of there is i'd rather know now than later"

leah finally broke the silence.

"no, no there's no one else, swear on nachos life"

nach was their shared dogs name, leah relaxed slight knowing that she weren't ever going to lie on his life.

"okay then what is it? i'm staying here until you tell me. i deserve to know"

leah did deserve to know

y/n just stared at leah for a few seconds to ground herself.

"okay... i will tell you, but you need to understand i didn't know how to tell you until it was too late"

y/n just said blankly, deciding she needed to come clean.

"alright..."

leah replied confused

"i can't have kids leah, well i don't think i can, and i know you can't because of your endo, and i know how badly you want them, but i can't give it to you, so i understand if you want to find someone who can and..."

y/n looked down, eyes welling with tears, but leah used her hand to hold y/n's chin to make her look at her.

"honey, i don't care if you can't have kids, we can always adopt, or foster, you never know! i love you because of who you are, not if you can have kids or not silly! ... but if you don't mind me asking, did something happen so you can't have children or how come it hasn't come up earlier?"

leah asked sympathetically.

"um... leah, i'm still not sure how to say this... but you deserve to know... i um... think i may of maybe, well i'm pretty sure i've got some sort of eating problem lee... and i don't know, i just like can't stop? i've tried everything on my own but, i can't eat without all the numbers and it won't go away, it's consuming me, it's all a think about, and i don't want to think about it, i really really don't, but it won't go away, and it's gotten to the point where i haven't had a period in months, the last one i had was 6 months ago and it barley lasted a day lee... i don't think i can have kids anymore, and i don't even know how to live normally anymore."

y/n vented, but as soon as she stop she tried to take a deep breath in, but she couldn't, her air was stuck, it was like she was so scared and her body was rejecting air, her chest tightened and her vision and hearing faded very quickly.

she was having a panic attack.

"oh shit, honey, please look at me"

leah tried to calm the girl down, still in shock herself, but y/n always came first.

"baby i'm gonna hold you alright, tap me if you don't like it, okay? and just listen to my heart beat and follow my breathing"

it took a while but eventually y/n's breathing steadied and became more normal again, tears still falling, she wasn't sure why, maybe the hunger took over, she didn't even know her self.

"okay it's fine if you don't want to talk today, but i'm so so proud of you for telling me alright? you are so unbelievably strong for being able to tell me, and i'm so sorry for not noticing, and not being able to help you earlier, but i'm going to help you now okay? but can you kinda explain little more how exactly you're struggling with food?"

"well... umm... i guess i've always kinda had struggles with eating? like... you remember when we first stared dating i was like constantly on one diet or another, and then i stoped, and then i gained a bit of weight, and i lost control, like the part of my brain that tells me when i was hungry, or like what j was in the mood for was controlled by someone else, and i think part of it was the media, and i began counting calories, and it's not something i can stop because my brain has too know how many calories are in a meal, or how many grams of carbs or i'll go nuts, i will spiral, and the amount of food i eat like kinda got smaller by the day, and now i can barley eat a meal without wanting to through up. but then other days i eat to much that i'm throwing up so... i don't even know leah... i have no idea what to do anymore"

and the tears came back

"shhh im here baby. right here, and i'm not giving up, ever. im gonna be right by you holding your hand until your where you desire to be, i'll be holding your hand no matter what, because i love you soo incredibly much. i vowed in sickness and health, and your a bit ill now, but i'll help you until your better"

and y/n did get better. in fact she got her life back over the next year. she got freedom, and even got her period back, and was actually able to carry hers and leah's baby together. it got better. and i gets better

#leah williamson imagine #leah williamson one shot #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso imagine #woso #leah williamson imagines

[animatedrapture]

"Yer a whole fuckin' asshole and a half, yeah? What the fuck did ya do?"

Suna's voice is groggy. His throat is dry, maybe it's from the night he had, maybe even his body is tired of it all. "Too fucking early for this, Miya. What're you talkin' about?"

"Kana? You kissed Kana when YN was waiting on ya." Even through the phone, Suna can hear it: the seethe in Atsumu's voice, one he knows all too well when something so personal ticks him off. He's hissing out the words, like Kana's name, like it's venomous even to say it.

"I didn't. The fuck are you talking about, you dumbass? Quit running your mouth ‘bout shit you don't know, yeah?"

"Oh yeah? What's that picture all over Twitter then? And then to drop YN after that without explanation. Bro, that's fucking low—"

"Jesus christ—listen, stay out of—"

"Nah, you listen Sunarin. We thought you'd be good to YN, that's why we let ya be. But yer dumber than I ever been for doin' that to YN. Jus' cause Kana's your bestfriend doesn't mean she decides everythin' for ya. Grow a fuckin' pair."

Then there's loud beeping that nearly deafens Suna—it really is too fucking early for this—for anything, in fact.

Suna feels his stomach flipping, over and over, churning in the worst way possible. He swipes open his notifications and the first thing that greets him in bold, capital letters are headlines.

But his phone chimes again, and again, and again, the sound feels like dread filling him up with each one.

He sits up on the couch. His body hurts and he isn't sure if it's because he stayed there, refusing to be in the same room as Kana—sleeping in his room as if everything would be okay between them somehow—or if it's all mental.

Headlines officially confirming his "committed relationship" with Kana.

And a stolen picture of his lips on her—well, truly, her lips on his. Posted last night, at eleven while he was busy trying to make it up to the bestfriend he'd almost let something bad happen to.

Posted last night, when you were alone and finally decided you'd never mean to him as much Kana does.

Only, that's where you were wrong. But you didn't know that.

It's no wonder you've given up, looking back at everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. Where things stand, even after all that's said and done, Suna has never felt more lost.

To make things more suffocating for him, Kana's still in the apartment with him. 

But right there, he realizes something has to finally change.

Except Suna is met with the fact that you're gone—truly gone from him this time. He dials your number, searches you up, and in a final attempt, tries to message you.

You have him blocked. Everywhere.

Suna understands you should hate him by now, even more when he's bothering you after letting you go the way you wanted him, maybe now—even more as he picks up Kana's phone on the living room table because he just has to call you. Even if it meant using the phone of the exact reason you and him were an impossible thing now.

In another universe, Suna would call you, even if it meant it would be through Kana's phone, even if you'd hate his guts for it.

Even if he shouldn't.

Suna doesn't, though. In fact, Suna can't. Because as Kana's phone clicks unlocked—it's your name and a string of messages from Kana.

In his living room, broken from losing you, Suna couldn't even hear the sharp intake of breath he takes.

Something had to change—but he didn't think it would be so dire.

『 twenty-ninth / one: we were something 』

prev. | as friends | next: C29-2

notes:

— suna was TIRED as hecc so it ended up being that atsumu was calling him NONSTOP til he woke up :3

— i just realized this thing i've had ever since i stopped the smau was actually supposed to go first :3 MY BAD this is what happened literally just moments before the next chapter GOMENASAI OKAY

— hehehehe... my bad...

#suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #!! as friends

[royboyfanpage]

Hello I really like your page. It's nice to see so much great Roy content and thoughts!

I was wondering your thoughts and opinions on Roy's relationship with Mia.

!! You're too sweet, tysm!

As for the ask:

Short answer? That's his little sister.

Long answer?

I'll be honest, I haven't seen all that many interactions between them in canon. I do have my own thoughts and feelings about them but, upon looking through some comics I've read, I haven't found many where they're actually talking. I have managed to find panels which show they *have* talked and have a good relationship in canon, but I've only seen them actually interact a few times and have definitely read more content with her and Connor, so if you have any reading recs I'd appreciate that :)

Because of this, my point is gonna be a lot more based on symbols and my own interpretation than actual sources, so some of my opinions may be disputed by canon content.

To start with, Roy's fiercely protective of Mia. Even from the beginning, he expressed his dislike of the thought of Mia becoming Speedy-

-because he knows first-hand just how detrimental that role can be to a child's mental health. Speedy, to him, meant a lot of bad things. I have a whole lotta thoughts on how the original sidekicks, particularly Roy and Dick, view becoming sidekicks, but I'll try and summarise. To Roy, Speedy meant losing any chance of a normal life. Keep in mind Roy was 13 when he became Speedy- he absolutely was not old enough to decide what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, and yet once you're *in* the hero business it's extremely difficult to leave.

And when Ollie first tells Roy that he's gonna make Mia Speedy, Roy's reaction is essentially that.

He's angry at Ollie for making Mia become Speedy, not because of "It's my name", it's not, Roy hasn't been Speedy in years at this point. He's angry because that is a seventeen year old who Ollie wants to throw in there, a seventeen year old who'll be making the choice to, in his eyes, throw away the rest of her life before she can even vote. And Roy's absolutely right about the world being different- Roy's teen years were spent in the gold and silver ages which were definitely a lot less dangerous than the 00s. And I think there's definitely an element in that fear of "look what being Speedy did to me" in Roy's fears. While it's likely Roy was an adult by the time Snowbirds happened, considering the amount of drugs he had experience with and the different connections he'd built it's safe to say that Roy was already an addict by the time he was Mia's age. But what I don't think Roy understands is that Speedy isn't that for her. She's already gone through the shit Roy's scared of her going through and more, having been a child prostitute and meth user by the time she was fifteen. To Mia, Roy isn't a cautionary tale but rather an inspiration- someone who'd gone through a similar situation to her and come out the other end.

After this, their relationship definitely progressed. Roy comes to trust Mia and her identity as Speedy, as well as letting her have things (that he kinda shouldn't have had in the first place, but all vigilantes are criminals it came free with the independent delivery of justice) that could help her as Speedy-

-and trusting her with Lian who he's always been fiercly protective over

And their relationship in the few times I have seen them together is incredibly sweet, with Mia reassuring Roy that he's a good dad and that it's not his fault that life gets in the way of his time with Lian.

So yeah. I really hope that they get to interact in the ongoing series because the Speedys should absolutely talk more. I think that Roy naturally has a great instinct with younger heroes, and he's absolutely someone Mia respects and looks up to.

Anyway I think Roy should take Mia and Connor to a theme park for sibling bonding time <3

#roy harper #arsenal #red arrow #mia dearden #speedy #sorry this took a while to answer! i didn't have much time to spend looking for panels most of today #tw drugs #tw child abuse #also i had to go to RoA again to get one the panels and almost cried #i will never talk about RoA because that comic makes me cry just thinking about it

[carbonfiction]

Stay quiet

As a sucker for Bucky and DBF fics it's only obvious that the first piece I've ever seriously written/posted is a mashup of that! With that being said absolutely any feedback is more than welcomed! Also a huge thank you to @becca-e-barnes for inspiring me to finally get out of my own way and pursue something I love! 💕

Pairing- DBF!Bucky x reader

Words: 2.1k

Summary: being in a secret relationship with your dad's hot best friend may be classified as a sin, but teasing him under the table at a family dinner is another.

Warnings: age gap (Bucky's early 40s readers early to mid 20s) lil swearing, secret relationship, reader being a tease, Risk of being caught? hand job, oral (m receiving), Nieve parent's?, a good deal of dirty talk? kinda subby Bucky?? I think that's it!

Minors do not interact, you will be blocked!

you and bucky have been seeing each other for a while in secret. It's something that you've had to both keep quiet about bc let's face it? Dad finds out his (not so little) little girl is actively screwing his best friend? Shit will hit the fan biiiiig time.

You'd always had a stupid schoolgirl crush on bucky since just before before you'd left for college. When you'd first met him he was getting over a divorce and in his late 30s, working alongside your dad. He seemed nice enough, funny and always made sure you felt comfortable around him if he was over and your dad got called away. But it was hard not to see what was in front of you and it just so happened to be your luck that sweet, respectful James "jus' call me bucky" Barnes was also quite possibly the most attractive man you'd ever set eyes on.

You'd had a steady friendship for a while, until Bucky had tagged along on a family vacation and one look at him on that beach, his toned body covered in tiny droplets of water, and in the most delicious pair of black shorts that seemed to perfectly hug every sodden inch of his lower half, had you hooked.

But You'd figured you'd grow out of it soon enough, you'd spend some time around college guys and gals and forget all out your dads best friend.

but that never really happened, your mind seemed to stick onto him,and him alone. No amount of one night stands or date nights with a glass of wine and your vibrator could quell the urge for him.

But then Fast forward to your birthday party and one two many drinks with friends, of whom knew far to much about your little crush. And After being dared to call him, barely able to string a coherent sentence together hes pissed, worried about your safety and decides to picks you up. With drunk words being sober thoughts and and enough liquid courage in you to sink a ship, one thing leads to another and you end up waking naked together, wrapped up in his arms.

And from then on the rest had been history. The time spent not studying was with him. Always with him, even if you were simply laying together on his couch, relishing in a moment of peace. You loved him, and God did he love you back. It was wrong, you both knew it, but from the moment your eyes opened for the first time in his arms? You lost every ounce of guilt or shame. He was it for you, you knew that much.

Dancing around family dinners became an occurrence you'd both grown used too, it wasn't odd for bucky to join your family for Sunday dinners, and after a while, turning up to your front door together was almost natural. Your parents so blissfully unaware and Nieve to believe your excuse that "Bucky's closer to school, said he didn't mind giving me a ride anytime we were both headed this way. 'Sides he saves me catching an uber"

So here you sit, next to bucky and opposite your parents as they talk away, catching up with each other. A smile tugs at your lips as you pop a potato in to your mouth, an idea forming in your mind. Bucky looks utterly delicious, his mix of skinny jeans and a shirt your sure has to be multiple sizes too small.

The way the fabric stretches and clings to every inch him is sinful and from the moment you stepped into his car you've wanted nothing more than to slide over the center console of his car and fuck his brains out. But it was a family dinner you we're attending, and your parents may have been blind to what was going on in of them but if you'd both shown up late, cheeks flushed and clothing Disheveled, it was sure to raise a few questions.

But god, what better way to rile your secret- forbidden- boyfriend up than to tease him under the table. And looking like bucky did, you could hardly of cared if you were caught, at least that way you'd get to go home and screw his beautiful brains out a damn lot earlier.

Bucky's thigh tenses when your hand lands by his knee, slowly raking your fingers up him under the table. And when that's the reaction to an innocent touch? When you do finally reach the already semi hard bulge in his jeans, he just about chokes on the food in his mouth.

Having to play off to your parents that he was fine, just swallowed funny.

You don't move for a while then, hand just discreetly resting over his hardened crotch as you finish off the last few things on your plate. Turning your head as he speaks you can't help but try to suppress a smirk while you take a sip of wine. His eyes are almost wide, panicked, shooting warnings glances so obviously at You.

You know what your doing to him, how he feels about showing any excess affection around your mom and dad, but it's just that that makes it all the more fun.

So it's no surprise when dinners over and your mom insists that you two stay at the table, your hand begins to move once more. Fingers Slowly squeezing over his jeans meanwhile her and your father clean up and get desert ready.

Once out of earshot bucky turns, eyes clouded with lust but the telltale crease of anger between his brows. "What'd the hell are you playing at? Your mom and dad we're right there!" you can tell despite sharpness of his tone that he's struggling, hands trying to grasp your wrist, as his cock protrudes almost painfully against the rough layer of his boxers.

It's almost gratifying in the way He's so obviously trying not to crumble and fuck you over your parents dinner table. But deep deep down, there's this little devil on your shoulder that wants him, no needs him, to do it. To take what he needs from your body, and vice versa, to hell with anyone else.

Putting your plan in motion you begin to snake your hand under his shirt, nails gently raking over the toned skin at the lower half of his abs. The quiet groan Bucky makes at the action is sinful, and does nothing to help the throb of your clit, let alone the tight press of your thighs.

"Come on babydoll, please, please, can't- fuck- can't do this here. Your dad would have my balls in a blender if he caught us"

Bucky pleads, desperation filling his words and fuckkk, you'd be an idiot to say that wasn't one of the hottest sounds to reach your ears, and you'd seen, let alone heard him cum multiple times since the two of you started your relationship.

Despite his desperation to not be caught he can't find it in himself to get you to stop when your hand finally Inches just that little bit lower, unbuttoning him and slipping your warm hand into his jeans.

Your on the edge of your seat and he's hot, heavy and throbbing in your hand. You hear your father and the clattering of bowls as they clean up, mentally making a note that you needed to keep an ear out, just in case either of them decided to venture further out of the kitchen and back to the dining room.

They would be a while yet, your mom's prize desert having to be perfect, but you knew this wouldn't take long. Bucky was already hard and ready from the moment you'd put your hand on his leg.

"Oh baby, you don't want me to make you cum? Don't want me to milk your pretty cock under my parents dinner table? Your hard as hell baby, so Why not hm? "

All bucky can do is quietly wimper, hips fractionally arching into your touch without even meaning to, but you can see in his eyes he's afraid to make any other noise or draw attention.

It's almost criminal how you can do this to him, make him loose all sense of control of his own damn body but god is it one other thing he loves about you.

In any other scenario it should be him doing this to you, fingers buried deep inside your cunt, making you cum instead. But he cant find it in him to care because, fuck, its so wrong you doing this to him, but hell, it feels so damn good.

Bucky struggles to hold in a sound as your hand begins to move in a steady rhythm. using the precum that coats his tip as lube. “ do- do want you t' make me cum honey, jus- fuck- just don't wanna get caught."

"Oh baby, we won't get caught," you pause for a moment, sending him a smirk as you dip down and give a teasing squeeze of his balls. "You jus gotta be quiet, hm? Just be a good boy and stay quiet, I'll take care of you buck"

He has to swallow a gutteral moan at your words, biting down on a hooked finger. You shouldn't do what you do to him, he's sure of that much. Your tone is always Innocent, smooth as honey despite your actions being anything but.

Taking one extra look over to the doorway you up the anti, pulling your chair out ever so slightly and sliding round to face him completely. Buckys cock twitches in your hand, a telltale sign he's close. Good, you think to yourself, you have about ten minutes before you know your mom and dad will be walking back through that door.

Bucky's eyes squeeze shut, face cherry red, as you Lean down towards his crotch. by now he's far too powerless to resist your touch even if he wanted too.

The need to cum consuming any remaining hesitation.

If anyone was to peak around the corner it would look as if you'd dropped something, and by then an easy excuse could roll off your tounge.

But right now the only thing you cared about being on your tounge was Bucky. Your lips wrap around him, salty sweet precum on your taste buds as you suckle at his tip. your hand continues to jerk at the base of him and he's putty in your hands.

"Fu-fuck- gonna cum honey. Dont- god- please don't stop" Bucky's utterly wrecked, Barely able to hold back his gasps and groans.

Your head pops off his cock for a moment, spit coating your chin, just to tease him for a moment.

"That's it, good boy, want you to cum, needa taste you buck. Been desperate for it all night"

And with that your head drops back down, tounge rapidly flicking over his slit. Bucky's teeth dig further into his fingers and it's a Miracle that he doesn't manage to bite it off with the grip. Beside him his Vibrainum hand grasps at the table, wood almost Splintering under him.

It only takes one, two more harsh bobs onto his cock before he's spilling into your mouth, hips jerking wildly. His hand has to clasp over his mouth to smother the deep growl that leaves him, orgasm rushing through his body before his brain can even begin to catch up to his mouth.

His thighs shake, breathing eractic, as he watches you reach his eyes, maintaining eye contact as you swallow his load, salty sweet as it coating your throat. Bucky takes a tremor ridden sip from his water as you begin to tuck his still sensitive but softening cock back into his boxers then re assemble his jeans.

The sound of your mother's voice draws nearer just as you secure the button. Turning yourself around just in time for your parents to become visible in the doorway, bowls in hand. Your father shoots you an odd look at your slightly disheveled appearance but you brush it off, dropping into the regrowing conversation that your laces had come undone and you'd reached down and re Tightened them, hense your flushed face.

But just before your parents can get to placing your bowl down bucky leans over, words barley reaching your ear. "just you wait till we get back in the car honey. We may have a short drive but your not gonna stop cumming over my fingers until your begging me to have some mercy on that pretty little pussy of yours. You wanna Act like a little whore, you get treated like one."

#dbf!bucky #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes smut #dadsbestfriend!bucky #marvel smut #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #dbf!bucky smut #bucky imagine #bucky fic #pure smut

[sharedramblings]

Icy Problem

Summary: You are cold. Miranda has a jacket. You don't want to take it. Problem created.

Author's note: I think my attempt at crawling out of the funk is doing well. So here, take this thing that I did. It's yours now.

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Your stubbornness, most of the time, proves to be a great quality of yours. You don't put your foot down when you really really want something, not easily deterred when things don't go your way the first few tries. Once you set your sights on something, you're determined to have it, work for it, stand by it, simply fueled by your own stubbornness.

But pair it with your inattentiveness for the simple little facts that makes you you... then you suffer from situations like the one you currently found yourself in.

You're easily cold, prone to immediately feeling the low temperature creeping under your skin when you stay in an air conditioned room for a long time. Or even when the night falls deeper and the air becomes cooler. Or when you finish a tall cup of an iced drink, the amount of liquid more than you can normally consume. It's simply a fact of life for you— you easily feel cold. You easily get cold.

Yet you don't automatically bring a jacket with you, or any other piece of clothing that could help warm you up. Why would you, really, when every time you tremble from the cold, you can power through it? Until the worst of it passes, until your body can finally regulate your body temperature. So long as you can endure and survive around it, that fact simply doesn't matter that much to you. Like you have no recall for these kind of things, paying them little attention, even when the time comes that it matters most.

The intervention for this idiotic combination of yours comes in the shape of one tall constable, with her short blonde hair and milky white skin. Your girlfriend. Miranda Hilmarson.

The woman is observant, her eyes almost always roaming around when she's in a new, unfamiliar place. Attentive when in the presence of someone she only met. Always curious. Quite clumsy, but at the same time mindful. Especially when it comes to you.

It becomes her personal task to always grab you a jacket once the weather slowly leans on the colder side, aware of your susceptibility to the cold after months of being together. When the telltale signs that come in the form of goosebumps and slight shivers takes place, she promptly drapes the piece of clothing on your shoulders, which, truthfully, doesn't take that long to happen.

This time, however, she doesn't have one of your jackets with her, seeing as you two decided to meet here since she was on duty.

So here you are, standing under the cold night sky in the well-lit night market with your stomach full of mouthwatering street foods, visibly shaking as you listen to the street performer sing. Finishing that chocolate fudge brownie ice cream down to the last bite was a wrong decision. A delicious, chilly, wrong decision.

Beside you was your girlfriend, wearing dark pants with a white shirt underneath her gray zip-up hoodie, looking warm and cozy. Miranda has noticed your state, even before the full on trembling that you're trying so hard but absolutely failing to contain. She has offered you her hoodie then, unzipping the garment, but you refused and told her you're alright. Her cerulean orbs then did a quick sweep over your form before deciding to let it go.

The next time she brought it up, your arms were crossed in your chest, trying to preserve the body heat you still have. You can feel the quivering of your knees, the motions definitely out of your control.

"Here, take my jacket" she said, and still you shook your head.

"It's not that cold" is what you reasoned. You experienced far worse than this.

Miranda sighed, knowing you won't easily back down. But she also won't, more than willing to match your stubbornness.

"You're literally trembling from the cold." She stated the obvious, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Besides, I've been wearing this since I got here."

"Mir, baby, no. I'm fine, p-promise." You reassured, which didn't go exactly as planned, seeing as your teeth decided it was time to chatter, making your voice shaky. The cold was truly biting your ass, seemingly enjoying the way you tremble in place.

"At least take my hand? And move closer to me." There wasn't any room for argument as Miranda was quick to hold your hand in hers, feeling how icy your palm has become. She pulled you closer afterwards, becoming more conscious of the tremors that took over you.

Unconsciously, you leaned in, drawn by the warmth from her side. You squeezed her hand, laying your head on her upper arm, squishing your cheeks on the soft material of her hoodie which is a size slightly larger than her frame.

The little compromise made way for enjoying the performance in front of you. It was nice, the singer's voice was pleasant to hear, and she was truly enjoying each song she sings, which adds a lot more flavor.

And then the wind picks up. If you weren't in such a state, you're sure it was just a gentle, cool breeze, blowing through the night and over into the open space. A breeze you think you'd enjoy any other time. But you are cold, and it feels like a harsh, frigid air as it moves to get to you. As a result then, a violent and totally irrepressible shudder jerked down your spine as the wind made contact, and you have no time to cover it up, even with a miserable try.

"Okay, that's it. You're wearing this whether you like it or not." Miranda lets go of your hand as she tried to remove her hoodie as quickly as she could, failing to swiftly do it in her haste. That gave you the chance to stop her movements by holding the zipper adjacent to her chest closer to her.

"No, I wo-won't! I can't have my girlfriend feeling c-chilly" You argued back with a more trembling voice, unrelenting still. Miranda's cheeks were already tinted pink, and you're pretty sure that the low temperature has something to do with it. You weren't keen, more now than ever, on the idea of wearing her jacket just because you don't have yours.

"Well, I can't watch my hardheaded girlfriend freeze to death!" She yelled back, mirroring your use of words, exclaiming and emphasizing the last word.

"Freezing to death is a bit absurd, M-mir."

"Not when you haven't stopped shaking!" The scowl in the blonde's face was enough to silence you, a show of the mixture of the worry and annoyance she feels towards you. Deep down you knew she was right, and instead of acknowledging it, you figured it's better that you don't retaliate, also taking into account the fact that your stammering helps further prove her point.

"Five minutes. You'll either take my hoodie or we'll go home." She said with finality, taking your hand in hers again before going back to watching, the furrow in her eyebrows not letting up.

You two decided to stay longer when you were both eating each of your ice creams, as it has been too long since the last time you two were mindless about the time, simply enjoying the peacefulness of not always hurrying to do errands. And that was about to get cut short because of your carelessness.

Despite the tiny disagreement, Miranda hasn't let go of your hand. Rubbing at the skin of your knuckles while her attention is divided on you and the performance. She was gracious with time, letting the second song finish first, the last note ringing before going to the concern at hand.

Before she can speak, however, you step to her front, maneuvering her arms up sideward, arms snaking beneath the jacket and effectively slotting and snuggly fitting yourself in the space between the piece of clothing and her shirt, hugging her. That was the choice. You don't want to end the night prematurely, wanting to spend more time with her outside the apartment.

Miranda's face was flushed from the cold then, but the rosiness on the apple of her cheeks spread more and deepened in color at your actions, the split-second confusion melting to give way to a giddy, soft smile before securing you in her arms, rubbing the side of your arms to help warm you up faster. What a smart choice it was, simultaneously dealing with the problem at hand while subtly apologizing, using Miranda's love for hugs to your advantage. Not to say that you aren't craving to be in her embrace, just that it was a double win situation.

"Can we stay longer now?" You ask, looking up at her. You let the short-haired blonde envelop you in her warmth, almost being covered in her gray jacket.

"So long as you're no longer cold." She said softly with a hint of inquiry, checking if you're starting to get warm and comfortable.

You nod then, swaying you both in the tune of the next song, changing position a few minutes later so you too could face and watch the street performer. Miranda's arms were on either side of your head, resting on your abdomen while she rests her chin on the crown of your head, both of you warm and shielded from anymore trembling.

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Additional note: This was entirely fueled by a prompt I've seen in passing (months ago) of sharing clothes with a character, and what better way than sharing a jacket with Miranda?

#miranda hilmarson #miranda hilmarson x reader

[matryosika]

Day 12 — Recording + Toys with Hyunjin

Wordcount — 4,371

Includes — Established relationship. Consensual filming and uploading of intimate videos on 18+ internet platforms. Exhibitionism kink, dirty talk, masturbation (f. receiving), use of toys (butt plug with ankle cuffs), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia.

Author's note — I'm aware Kinktober is almost over but I'll keep on updating it during november too haha! This was fun to write because lately i've been a sucker for intimacy and love in Hyunjin's drabbles, so I hope you guys like it as much as I did. Please remember that english is not my first language and this is not proof-read so I apologize for any mistakes in advance!

Not a day goes by without Hyunjin being grateful that he found you —a woman in his likeness.

You two are the perfect match; it seems like everything you lack, Hyunjin compliments it. And everything he is missing, you have it.

At first glance, you two appear to be completely different —an intuitive arts major and an observant science student, whose career paths were so far from each other that it was almost a miracle you two met, precisely at college. But in reality, although that much is true, there’s something you two bond in and share amazingly.

“Here,” the long-haired murmurs, slim fingers adjusting a strap of the harness decorating your thigh. “Too tight?”

“It’s good,” the dim lights of the motel room makes everything a thousand times more erotic, and you find yourself struggling to not discard the project and move on to the most interesting part of it. “I loved it, by the way. Burgundy is my favorite color”. 

Hyunjin smiles fondly while he makes sure everything is in place, trying to get you as comfortable as possible for what’s coming up next. 

“I know,” he replies, “It looks so pretty on you, the lingerie and the harnesses. I think they will like it”.

You bite your lower lip and smile at him, heart pounding loudly while you feel anxious to start, “I’m pretty sure the last thing they care about when looking at our videos is the clothes I am wearing”. 

“You are not wearing this for them, anyways,” he laughs wholeheartedly, his fingers fixing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You are wearing this for me and they are lucky they get to see”.

The whole environment feels cozy and intimate, as if it is oblivious to what will happen next. But, in the meantime, you remain exactly the same as the environment —your heart feels warm, and fuzzy, and you are reminded of the first time you ever recorded something with Hyunjin.

It wasn’t anything serious, and it was more out of curiosity than something with an actual purpose. At the time, your boyfriend was starting to get into the visual arts —specifically photography and video making. These days, Hyunjin has new interests, but the two latter still remain.

“I brought your bag,” he tells you as he walks towards the big mirror in front of the bed, gathering his hair in a short ponytail to get it out of the way. “Said we were using toys for our next video, most people requested the usual —butt plugs and dildos”. 

“Yeah, I’m fine with the butt stuff tonight,” you murmur while you reach for the bag, your hands wandering along the products in hopes of finding something you might like. “But the dildo… feels like we've used it a lot recently. What do you think?”

Hyunjin hums in approval and you can’t help but stare at him —he is standing right in front of the mirror, shirtless and wearing only a pair of black pants that enhance his thighs. The amount of people who click on your videos to see him it’s overwhelming, and you really understand why.

“I want what you want,” he tells you, turning around to face you. “Pick something from the bag and let’s see what we can do with it”. 

While he waits for you to decide, he continues to set everything up in place. In little time he became an expert in the visual arts, and not precisely because he paid any particular attention to any of his courses.

“What about this?” you hold the item with curious hands in the air, attracting Hyunjin's attention. It is a heart-shaped dildo, nothing too out of the ordinary —the peculiarity, though, is that it comes with some ankle cuffs. “We haven't used it before, have we?” 

The very thought of getting to use it on you turns your boyfriend on, even more than he already was in anticipation of getting to be with you. 

“It is pretty,” is all Hyunjin manages to say. 

Convinced you aren't going to find something as interesting inside your bag, you put to the side the anal plug and anklecuffs combo along with a bottle of lube. 

“Whenever you are ready, then”. 

Your boyfriend gives you a cheeky but heart-warming smile while he finishes setting everything up in place. When he is done, he walks towards the night stand and picks up an item you have grown to know well, ever since you started to record videos with him. 

“We should buy new ones,” you tell him while he helps you put the mask on. “Think we have enough money to purchase something even fancier now”.

Truth is, you both have some savings from what you have managed to make from the videos. But, in all honesty, Hyunjin would rather not change the masks at all. 

It reminds him of the very first time you both recorded something with the intention of uploading somewhere, anywhere for people to see. Whenever he puts the mask on you, which is some sort of ritual now, Hyunjin remembers how nervous you looked back then, when you weren't used to sinning in front of a camera. 

These days, there's no fear in your gaze but complicity —it's a filthy little secret you two share. 

“Let's see where this takes us tonight, pretty”. 

He puts his mask on and starts recording while you sit on the bed with your legs spread, being the guide that is telling Hyunjin if the camera is well focused or not. He makes a couple of adjustments before getting in bed with you, and the whole time you wait for him with your cunt soaking wet. 

“What's the mood for tonight, hm?” he whispers to you while he sneaks between your body and the bed, ending up in a position you utterly adore —your back against his chest and your arse near his crotch, all while sitting on the bed with your legs open. 

“I'll let you set that one,” you purr, voices suddenly turning sweet and sensual opposite to the tones you were using during the trivial conversation prior to filming. 

It always goes like this, unplanned. There's always a general idea on what the video is going to be about, but the scenes are almost always spontaneous. 

“Want to ruin you tonight,” his lips are brushing against your cheek, and feeling his hitched breath is giving you butterflies. “Touch you gently and sweetly while I say the nastiest stuff”. 

You hum in response when he drags his big hands along your skin, stopping themselves on top of the thigh harnesses to trace them with his finger tips. “You're not in the mood to go rough tonight?” 

Hyunjin shakes his head softly, cupping your breasts while he massages them in front of the camera. 

“I have other plans in mind,” he tells you with a cheeky smile, one that sends shivers down your spine despite it being a cute gesture. 

The thing with Hyunjin is how versatile he can be in bed —he can be as sweet as he can be cruel, and that's one thing you utterly adore about him. 

Your relationship isn't too focused on power dynamics either —everything goes as whatever the two of you are feeling at that moment, and there's not really a preferred role you like to play in particular.

“What are your plans then?” you ask, offering him the main protagonist of today's video: the buttplug and anklecuffs combo. 

Hyunjin takes his time prepping the toy with some lube, switching his position to be able to put it all on you. The camera welcomes his toned and slim body maneuvering the ankle cuffs on you, leaving a trail of kisses on your legs and ankles whenever he has the time to do so —what a fucking view! 

He makes sure to not obstruct the camera when his fingers press the anal plug directly against your tightest hole, welcoming the cold item with an awkward stretch. 

“Oh,” you breathe, eyes fixed on the way he pushes the buttplug further inside you. Then, you turn to face him. “It feels nice”. 

Hyunjin gives you a smile before returning to his initial position behind you. 

“It does?” 

“Not as good as your cock does”. 

Dirty talk. A major turn on for you, Hyunjin and the audience. 

The dialogues aren't forced, nor mandatory —you talk when you feel like it, and say stuff you normally would between you. 

Although having a camera in front of you isn't as natural as being on your own, you have learned to pay less attention to it —whenever you are recording, it's frequent you forget you're even doing so. Everything is still so intimate and it flows beautifully, that you can assure everyone neither you nor Hyunjin are playing a character in those videos. 

They really show who you are. 

“You wish it was my cock?” Hyunjin purrs and you are reminded, yet again, of the power his voice has on you. “Deep inside that tight hole of yours?” 

You focus your eyes on his plump lips and nod, not even caring to glance into the camera every once in a while. 

“You better end up fucking me if you are going to keep on teasing me,” his hands are all over your body, caressing it and giving you goosebumps. “You know, it's been so long since I've had your cock inside my ass”. 

You're a sucker for dirty talk in general, but Hyunjin is a sucker for that kind of vulgarities —the ones that you can't even say outside bed. 

When you are inside his arms, you transform into something completely different, into the real you. The one that doesn't care about rules, or standards, or the fulfillment of expectations. When you are with Hyunjin, you get to be yourself, the most human and carnal part of you, the one that craves love in every possible and rough way. 

“Easy,” he laughs softly, helping you get in the most comfortable position.

Although comfortable is just a synonym of bearable right now —there’s no way you can feel comfortable while having your ankles cuffed to the anal plug inside you.

Still, you and Hyunjin manage to find the perfect position, one that allows the camera to have a full view of both your holes spread. 

“What should I do to you tonight, hm?” He plants a kiss on your forehead while you look up to him with admiration, eyes shining brightly albeit the dim lights in the hotel room. “Should I be good to you?”

You nod sweetly, sticking your tongue out just slightly as an invitation for him to kiss you. He teases you before doing so, making you chase his lips. It’s all so seductive, and intimate, that you really couldn’t care less about the camera in front of you.

“Please”.

You both know there’s no rush, that you should take your time with the foreplay to get a good amount of video content, but your bodies don’t —your cunt is clenching around thin air repeatedly, feeling as if something’s missing, and Hyunjin’s cock is leaking inside his black pants begging for its release inside you.

Patience is a virtue, but completely nonexistent when your boyfriend is around.

“You look cute like this,” he tells you, running his hands through your body, touching your belly and inner thighs while spreading your legs further, as much as the ankle cuffs allow them to. “Chained up, with your ass full”. 

“Cute enough for you to fuck me?” you taunt him and he smiles defeately. It’s the second time you ask him that, and he is really struggling with his self-control right now —if you were to ask him again, he would most definitely forget about the recording session and make you his right then and there.

“If you keep your mouth shut about it, maybe,” he murmurs, caressing your inner thighs while he makes sure you’re wet enough to take his fingers inside your cunt. “But for now, this will have to do, right?”

He guides his fingers to your mouth and, with a single gaze, asks you to get them wet for him. You do so, this time staring at the camera, and Hyunjin groans in response. 

Up and down, you bob your head as if it is his cock you’re sucking, earning a couple of quiet whimpers and groans from him; you make sure to do it as lewd as possible, as lewd as the people who will get to see it like it.

“Hungry?” he teases you with a smile, one that shows off a silhouette of his dimples. 

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva still connecting them to your lips, and sucks on them right after you. It is not as sensual as you did, and it happens way too fast for you to process such an attractive and nasty scene, but he is just making sure his fingers are completely lubricated to make it easier for you to take them in.

“Yes,” you hum through gritted teeth, finding the way his tongue swirls around his digits pleasantly hot. “Very”. 

“Let me take care of that, then,” it’s only after these words that he touches you deliberately; his wet fingers trace your slit and you unconsciously buck your hips against his palm. “Too eager?”

Hyunjin loves how responsive you are to his touch —you are never as sensitive as you are when you’re with him. Every time he touches you, it feels insanely intense. It makes your body react instinctively, like a little electric shock.

“Weren't you going to be good to me?” you whine, feeling excruciating impatient by his teasing touch. “You’re making me lose my mind”.

“Then we are even”. 

Truth is, you make him lose his mind. Ever since the day he met you, you’ve done nothing but to mess with him and his thoughts —not a day goes by without him spending a good amount of time thinking about you. From your voice, body and smell, to how insanely smart you are, Hyunjin still can’t wrap his mind around how he got to be with you.

If he is making you lose your mind just because he isn’t touching you when you need him to, then he better start doing this often —he wants you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you. 

He doesn’t’ tease you for long, though, knowing that the faster you finish filming content, the faster he gets to have you all for himself —no cameras, no plans, not the overwhelming sensation of knowing you have to get something done. So he applies more pressure to his fingers against your slit, returning them back to your clit.

“Happy?” he asks condescendingly, but it is exactly that condescension that gets you going. “Or do you need more than just this?”

You want to ask him to fuck you, to ask for his cock in any hole of yours. But Hyunjin knows that a pair of his fingers is enough to get you to come, that’s why he asks that question with such an ego that you don’t know if you like it or you hate it.

Truth is, he has made you come with just his thigh without even touching you. So no, your boyfriend knows you don’t need more than just that. 

“Want them inside of me,” you tell him, cunt visibly throbbing for the camera. The muscle contractions paired with the pink, heart-shaped dildo makes it even more appealing, and you’re certainly happy you chose that item for this video.

“So greedy,” Hyunjin huffs, but he gives you exactly what you want. “You’re acting so fucking needy, the people watching might even think I don’t fuck you properly”. 

You laugh softly, but the sound is quickly drowned in a moan when he thrusts his middle and ring finger inside you, bottoming out to the point of making you gasp. He is also wearing a couple of rings on them, and the coldness of the material against your entrance makes you tremble.

“Fuck, yes,” you finally sigh with relief, now that the teasing has diminished. “Like that”.

Hyunjin kisses your cheek sensually, lips peppering wet pecks on your temple, cheek and part of your forehead. 

It’s as filthy as it is intimate and romantic.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs with his lips attached to your skin. “I’m sure you wish it was my cock and not my fingers”.

You moan in response, hips grinding slightly against his touch. Slightly, as much as the ankle cuffs allow you to. 

“I don’t know,” it’s an answer you don’t even believe in, but it is always fun to tease him in front of the camera, “I’m not always thinking about your cock, you know?”.

He lets out a hoarse, quiet chuckle, one that sends shivers down your spine.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he tells you, curling his fingers inside your throbbing cunt. “Not a day goes by without you begging for it”.

The comment is embarrassing, but that’s exactly what you need right now.

To be honest, you and Hyunjin never plan anything regarding the videos. Yes, maybe you do talk about which practices you would like to perform, or which toys you would like to show off to the camera, but there’s never really a script or something to follow.

Right now, that you are laying on your back with your legs spread, somewhat chained and with a butt plug deep inside your ass, you’re definitely looking for some humiliation from his words. 

“And what about it?” you query in a whimper, turning your face to the side so that you can make eye contact with him. 

“What about it?” his voice is turning deeper and raspier, and you can feel his hard bulge pressing against your lower back.  “You’re always so fucking needy, doing everything you possibly can for my attention”.

That much is true, but it is not like Hyunjin doesn’t enjoy it. 

Matter of fact, he loves it. He loves how desperate and aroused you always are, how you try to provoke him at all times, indirectly begging for him.

“And you always give it to me,” you arch your back when Hyunjin’s fingers curl against a particular sensitive spot, and the words come out more as broken whimpers than something coherent. “So we are even”.

“Seems like we're perfect for each other, then,” he purrs, the end of his palm pressing against your clit while he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. “You're always aroused and I'm always down to satisfy you”. 

You moan at his words, grinding your hips even harder against his touch —there’s a really harsh movement restriction provided by the ankle cuffs, but you can still move freely a bit. 

“You always make me feel so good,” your pussy is clenching around his fingers just fine, hugging them tightly while your ass is pulsating with the plug inside of it, “so full”.

Hyunjin smiles fondly at your words, his left hand playing with your breasts while his right one focuses on getting you closer to your orgasm. 

“You’re only missing something in your mouth tonight,” he tells you, feeling you getting wetter and wetter as the seconds pass by. “Should I kiss you?”

You nod almost desperately, turning to the side yet again to find his sweet breath. The lace eye mask only allows you to see much from his face, but with his gaze is more than enough —it tells you everything you need to know. 

“Please,” you cry out, lifting your face to reach for his lips. “Please, Hyunjin”. 

He smiles cockily yet again before leaning for a kiss, using his tongue fully even from the first seconds. That’s how Hyunjin’s kisses are, intense and passionate.

His tongue brushes against you delicately, tasting you and allowing you to taste him. It dances gracefully inside your mouth, making you tremble under his touch.

“I truly can’t wait to fuck you tonight,” he murmurs in between kisses, voice so quiet you know it won’t be picked by the microphone. “You’re driving me insane, can’t spend another second without being buried deep inside your pussy”. 

You clench around his fingers again and Hyunjin gets even more desperate, imagining how it is going to feel your pussy around his cock tonight. He has had you a thousand times, but he still can’t get enough of the feeling.

“You really want that?” 

There’s a moment of silence in which Hyunjin allows the audience to hear the way his fingers get lost inside your pussy, your own wetness creating the perfect friction for the lewd sounds. It’s as humiliating as it is appealing.

“I want more than just that,” it’s all beautifully rhythmical —your bodies move together in sync, grinding against each other while you put on a show for the camera. “I want to mark you, let everybody know I’m the one you belong to”. 

You cry against his lips, feeling the tension building up inside of you. Judged by how often you clench around his fingers, and how sloppily your hips are moving against his palm, Hyunjin knows you are just a few seconds away from your orgasm.

“Mh, want to come already?” you have always been a sucker for dirty talk —it is really not a secret. But ever since you two have implemented such dialogues in your videos, you've received positive feedback about it. You two do it for each other, but also because you know the people watching like it too. “It hasn’t even been more than five minutes”.

You nod with your head kicked back against his chest, eyes closed and teeth nibbling your lower lip. It’s pathetic, how much he knows your body and how fast he can get you to come, but you really can’t complain.

“There,” you moan, “right there baby, right there”. 

Hyunjin’s nose brushes against your cheek as he increases the pace of his fingers inside you, his heavy breathing and quiet groans resonating near your ear and sending chills throughout your body. 

You are both so immersed and lost in each other that you no longer care about anything else but your pleasure. 

“Please come for me,” he begs, hugging you tightly in place with his left arm while your body spasms underneath his hold. “Come for me, show me how much you like me”. 

It doesn’t take you long to fulfill his plea, hips grinding uncontrollably against his hand just as if you were riding his cock, eyebrows furrowed while you moan in both pleasure and pain. He continues fucking you with his fingers even after you’ve reached the highest point of your arousal, even when your wrists wrapped around his in hopes of stopping the overstimulation, but he doesn’t stop.

He is still touching you eagerly, spreading your fluids all along your slit and holding you right in place, an appealing image for those who will watch.

Your body resists it, tries to get away from him while you do anything you can to bear the overwhelming stimulation, but there’s not much to do —you can’t close your legs. 

“Hyune!” you gasp, tears running down your cheeks while your body trembles. “Fuck!”

He buries his nose in your neck, inhaling the remains of your lotion while his fingers continue his motions. Your hands clasp from anything you can get them on: the satin bed sheets, his arms, his biceps and even the fabric of his pants. Your body jolts aggressively, wanting to get away from the overstimulation, but Hyunjin’s strength is ten times more than yours.

“One more,” he groans, still with the sweetness and love he has always shown you. “Come one more time, please”. 

You know it is going to happen, that you are truly not that far from coming again. But this time, the overstimulation is making it a tad painful, and that only makes your heart beat faster.

“Fuck!” a guttural groan escapes your lips, “More, more!”

The more you beg, the more your eyes get clouded with tears. Is it wrong for Hyunjin to get aroused from it? He doesn’t know, but seeing you cry gets him harder than ever. 

“Come,” he groans, curling his fingers against your g-spot. “Make a mess, let them know how good I can make you feel”. 

Part of the reason why you enjoy filming videos is that it feeds your preference for exhibitionism. You and Hyunjin are not that bold to perform such activities out in public spaces, but you still enjoy the idea of being caught or seen during the act —knowing that people will get to watch and even jerk off to the things you are doing with your boyfriend right now it’s what pushes you to your second orgasm of the night. 

“Come on, doll,” a couple of more thrusts and you are already coming around his fingers, wailing in pleasure. “Just like that, let them see how cute you look while coming”. 

Your body hasn’t stopped shaking ever since your first orgasm, but the second one makes it even more obvious —your thighs tremble while you are being forced by the plug to keep them open and Hyunjin’s arm tenses around you tighter, preventing you from getting away from him.

“Stay here with me,” he tells you, decreasing the movement of his fingers inside you. “That’s it, relax for me”.

He makes sure to soothe you after such a scene, peppering kisses on your head, while he massages your swollen clit, being extremely careful not to cause you any pain this time.

You have a hard time stabilizing your breathing and heartbeats but, after a couple of minutes of just laying down with him, your body manages to come back to normal. 

“That was…” you want to say something, but you’re at a loss of words. Really. “Think it came out fairly well”. 

Hyunjin laughs. “Want to watch it?” 

You smile and bite your lower lip. 

“Only if you let me suck you off while the video is playing on the screen”. 

#kpop smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #hyunjin smut

[morgana96]

Trying to Debunk Things the FFXIV Fandom Keeps Making Up About Lyse Hext

(Warning: Stormblood MSQ Spoilers Under the Cut)

I’ve been playing FFXIV for a few years now. It was my first time every playing a Final Fantasy game, and I was nervous I wouldn’t be any good at it. But FFXIV has been a huge comfort and highlight in my life. It’s gotten me through some very tough times and has really inspired me creatively. Not to mention I've met some really great people through the game, and that the community has so many nice and talented people.

But just like any other fandom, things are far from always perfect. There are fans who engage in offensive and gross behavior, fans who are toxic about how to best play - there are plenty of issues this fandom has that most of us are already aware of. But one thing that I think about a lot - although it's far from the only thing - is the strange amount of malice certain fans display when talking about the character Lyse Hext.

I couldn't understand for the longest time why some players hated Lyse so much. Personally, I enjoyed Stormblood, and I like her character. I enjoyed seeing her learn to step out of her sister's shadow and start to become her own person, and I consider her to be one of many characters who my WoL happily considers a good friend.

So it baffled me that people hated her so intensely. I get that not every character clicks with everyone, and that people have varied tastes. But the absolute vitriol some people treat her with has always confused me. That is, until I eventually realized what part of the problem is.

You see, I'm convinced that a good number of Lyse haters weren’t paying thorough attention to Stormblood’s plot. That, or they’ve simply forgotten certain details with time. Because most of the things they accuse her of or site as reasons for their hatred LITERALLY NEVER HAPPENED IN THE GAME.

There are so many accusations I've seen thrown around about her, and nearly all of them are something taken out of context, misremembered, or just straight up made up.

So what I want to do is go over some of the biggest accusations this fandom has perpetuated about Lyse and debunk those that are untrue or based on misunderstanding.

People who've followed me for a while probably know I used to do this all the time back in my Naruto fandom days. I’ve seen some really wild takes from that fandom, and still do occasionally even though the original manga ended nearly a decade ago.

But while I had to wade through a lot of nonsense back then, I really enjoy breaking down stories and characters in order to prove my perspectives. So I’d like to get back into it (especially since I’ve been struggling with focus issues, and this gives me interesting subjects to focus on!)

So let's get started:

“Yda was better than Lyse.”

Let's get something straight right of the bat. The “Yda” these players claim is “better”? That person's not real.

In the game’s timeline, the original 1.0 takes place in 1572, and the true Yda died in 1571. In other words, the “Yda” with Papalymo in 1.0 is Lyse. Apparently, legacy WoLs do encounter the real Yda via Echo visions from before 1.0, but the “Yda” they are with during 1.0 and beyond has always been Lyse. (I am not a legacy/1.0 player, so I'm using resources like the lore books and short stories to get this information.)

So what this means is that unless you are a legacy WoL, you never even knew or saw anything of the real Yda. It was always Lyse.

Everyone in the Circle of Knowing already knew this. Remember, it was Papalymo who asked them not to say anything; he recognized it as a coping mechanism for Yda's death, and he wanted Lyse to figure out for herself that she should not hide herself in her sister's shadow and legacy.

And deep down, Lyse had a feeling the others knew. She just didn't voice this, which is described as her “deciding not to know” that they knew. She even admits that she wasn't trying to truly “become” Yda, so it’s unlikely that she was really changing her personality all that much from what it usually is.

So I can't help but be annoyed when people insist they “liked Yda better”. Not only because I don't think Lyse's personality changed much from when she was “Yda”, but also because people who make this claim fail to see how ridiculous they sound.

The lie was a better character?

You see Lyse’s grief response to losing her older sister as a better character?

You hate that Lyse finally chose to let Yda go and try to become her own person? And preferred the lie?

What a weird hill to die on.

“Lyse didn’t do anything for the Resistance before my WoL showed up”

This is what I’m talking about when I say there are definitely players who just weren’t paying attention and instead make up whatever best fits their own biases.

Lyse and Papalymo were working with the Ala Mhigan Resistance since the end of A Realm Reborn. With a great deal of effort, Conrad managed to get them to Rhalgr’s Reach after the events of the Bloody Banquet, and the two of them pretty much spend the whole time after that working directly with Conrad’s faction of the Resistance until you finally manage to find them again towards the end of Heavensward and right before Stormblood begins

Lyse is not some stranger to them by the time your WoL crosses Baelsar’s Wall. By the time you get there, she’s already become close with Conrad, M’naago, and Meffrid. She’s already gone on countless dangerous missions with the Resistance and engaged directly in conflicts with imperials on their behalf. All of this is made clear in both the MSQ and the extra stories online.

I get so frustrated when blatant misinformation like this gets passed off as canon. How are you going to accurately criticize a character when you don’t even remember major parts of the story you’re criticizing? It makes no sense.

“Lyse stole the credit for saving Ala Mhigo from my WoL!!”

Yeah, no. She didn’t.

I’m not even going to pretend to humor this one. It doesn’t deserve it. It’s a lie. A straight up lie. It literally never happened.

But you know what the most annoying and sad thing about it is? This stupid claim is the exact opposite of how Lyse actually behaves throughout the game.

Lyse is seen regularly talking about how much she looks up to the WoL. She talks so much about how they inspire her, whether directly to them or to others when they’re not around. One of the biggest parts of her arc is getting over her fear of not living up to “true heroes”, including her family and the WoL. Hell, when people rightfully thank her for her efforts, she downplays it as simply doing the right thing and not something anyone needs to thank her for.

And when the WoL finally beats Zenos and Ala Mhigo finally becomes free, do you know what she says?

“You beat [Zenos], after all. You’re the real hero of this story. So run along and take your plaudits!”

How media illiterate does someone have to be to think that THIS is a character who’s “stealing credit”?

So no, Lyse Hext did not “steal credit” from your WoL. In fact, your WoL honestly just sounds like a delusional, self-important prick.

“Lyse didn't earn being the leader of Ala Mhigo/ the Resistance! It should have been Raubahn or M'naago!”

There are quite a few big issues with this one:

1 - Lyse is NOT the leader of Ala Mhigo, nor is she the leader of the entire Resistance.

Raubahn is.

Raubahn is Ala Mhigo's acting head of state. He's the one who is now the main head of the Resistance, which is the city-state's official military now that the Empire has lost control there.

I can’t even count how many people I’ve seen shouting about how “Raubahn should have been in charge!”, when he already IS in charge. And basically almost NO ONE ever fact checks anyone else on this.

These players are literally accusing Lyse of stealing a position she doesn’t have from a man who is, in fact, already in said position.

It’s wild.

2 - Lyse is currently the commander of the Resistance troops at Rhalgr’s Reach in the Fringes. That’s it.

The story makes it very clear that the Resistance was originally not headed by any one leader. There were multiple factions with different leaders, and they didn’t always get along and often had different perspectives on how best to free Ala Mhigo.

For instance, it was the Griffin specific faction of the Resistance, led by Ilberd, that attacked Baelsar's Wall. This branch of the Resistance was not affiliated with Conrad, and in fact, some of Conrad's group and fighters from other groups went to join the Griffin after being taken in by his words.

And because of the slaughter Ilberd purposely led those people into to summon Shinryu, many Ala Mhigans became wary of all factions of the Resistance for a time, even though they weren't necessarily affiliated with the Griffin’s faction.

The Resistance only recently began transitioning into an official military unit, rather that countless factions doing their own thing. Lyse is specifically in command of the group at Rhalgr’s Reach, because that was Conrad’s group. She’s NOT in charge of anyone else’s faction.

My guess as to the current chain of command is that the other factions are still being led by their respective leaders, and that since Raubahn now leads them as a whole, they (including Lyse) fall under his command and answer to him.

And as I said before, The Rhalgr’s Reach Resistance are not strangers to her, nor is she a stranger to them; she’s been working with and helping them since the end of ARR. It’s only because so many people refuse to acknowledge this that they’re convinced she’d done “nothing”, or that they somehow would see her as unfit.

3 - There are few things as universally annoying in fandom spaces than fans pitting women who are canon friends against each other. And unfortunately, this is exactly what I see happen most of the time with Lyse and M’naago.

Now unlike some of the other things I talk about in this post, I can at least understand some of the frustration regarding these two. After all, M’naago has been with the Resistance for a longer time.

But once again, this ends up tainted by people’s weird obsession with outright vilifying Lyse and everything she does. She’s not some evil schemer trying to usurp M’naago, and M’naago isn’t her bitter rival or victim. They are clearly very close - Lyse referring to her as “Naago” is a big deal in Seeker culture - and their stories on the lodestone makes it pretty clear to me that they care far more about each other and working to save their homeland than titles and mantles of leadership.

Honestly, I think a lot of people like to forget how much Lyse tried to reject becoming a leader. She was constantly comparing herself to others, and as a result, she considered herself unworthy of such a role and convinced herself it was something you needed a natural talent for. She was the one who insisted that being related to Curtis and Yda wasn’t enough to make her a good leader. It was only when she accepted her own limitations and imperfections that she finally accepted that role. She had to sort her own personal feelings out before she was ready to take on that responsibility.

One of the things I love about Lyse is that she’s a wonderfully flawed character; she has a lot of doubts, but she is trying her best to improve herself, instead of constantly wondering if she’s living up to someone else’s legacy. She’s not a Warrior of Light, or a decorated Archon. But she’s passionate, determined, and always willing to learn from others while she tries to become who she wants to be. In my eyes, that’s what Conrad’s talking about when he tells her she can become a leader. And regardless of what anyone else says, I enjoyed watching her start to come into her own.

“Lyse is a White Savior.”

This issue is much more complex than the other things I’ve brought up here. So I want to start out by making some things clear from the start.

As a black woman, I think one of the only well-founded criticisms regarding Lyse is her pale completion compared to her father Curtis, whose skin is much darker. Colorism is a serious and ongoing issue in entertainment media industries. It’s my belief that Lyse’s character design is a perfect example of that issue. And we as a fandom should absolutely acknowledge and criticize it.

However, I also disagree strongly with anyone who refers to Lyse as “a white savior”.

To provide some background information, “white savior” is a term connected to the long history of white people colonizing, oppressing, and denying agency to non-white people. Its concept originates from the racist ideology known as “The White Man's Burden” (named after a pro-imperialism poem), which falsely claims that white people are morally obligated to "save" people of color from themselves and their "savagery", thus justifying their colonization and cultural genocide. It’s also recognized as a common trope in media, where a white person - usually a white man displaced from white society - is made into the leader or liberator of a group of people of color, thus making said white person the focus of a story that doesn’t actually affect them the way it affects the marginalized.

There are two main reasons why I disagree with calling Lyse a white savior:

1 - Like I’ve already said, I 100% think Lyse’s character design is flawed. But something that’s very important to note here is that Ala Mhigo/Gyr Abania is not a homogeneous society some players seem to think it is.

Like a lot of the other regions in Eorzea, Gyr Abania has a diverse mixture of the world's fantasy races, including Hellsguard Roes, Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te, and both Highlander and Midlander Hyurs. But Gyr Abania is also not homogeneous when it comes to skin color. There are characters and NPCs throughout the Gyr Albania areas with varying skin tones. Some are fair, some are dark, and some are somewhere in between.

The problem with Lyse’s character design is that she’s suspiciously fair skinned despite being the daughter of a clearly dark-skinned man.

But what I tend to see people turn that into is “Lyse is too fair skinned to be Ala Mhigan”.

Fordola is fair skinned. M’hahtoa, M’naago’s mother, and several other members of the M Tribe are fair skinned. There are multiple NPCs across the Gyr Abanian maps that have fairer skin (some are named/can be spoken to, while others are unnamed/background NPCs).

I don’t think I’ve ever seen these characters brought up when people start talking about Ala Mhigan ethnicities. Maybe someone out there has and I simply missed it. But as far as I can remember, I’ve only seen Ala Mhigan skin tones brought up when someone is calling Lyse, and no one else, “too pale to be Ala Mhigan”. It doesn’t work to make this claim because Ala Mhigan is not a race; it's a nationality which is made up of multiple races, and those races seem to have varied skin tones based on what we see in the actual game.

Now remember, this is in no way a recant of my stance. I think Lyse should be closer in skin tone to her father. But the white savior label doesn’t work in this context because despite the problems with her design, Lyse is an Ala Mhigan refugee; not some random foreigner coming into Gyr Abania with no understanding of their history and plight. It’s not enough to claim she’s “too pale to be Ala Mhigan”, because Ala Mhigo/Gyr Abania isn’t homogeneous like that.

2 - When it comes to white saviorism, there’s a very specific privilege and ignorance that comes with it. The reason why it’s offensive is because it makes a white person the focus of a situation that they can’t and don’t truly understand. A story’s white savior - whether consciously or unconsciously - symbolizes white ego and narcissism. And frankly, I do not think that was ever the intention of Lyse’s story.

There’s a big difference between a white savior’s intrusion into a foreign country and a refugee returning to their homeland after many years. While only Lyse’s early years were spent in Ala Mhigo, she is not completely removed from it like people seem to think she is. It’s very clear she remembers her time there, and has clear memories of life with her father and sister.

She was only five when Yda got her out - right at the start of the Garlean occupation - and because of this, she initially doesn’t know how to convince other Ala Mhigans that the fight for their home is still worth it. Her love and hope for a better Ala Mhigo is mistaken for ignorance, because many have been so worn down by the loss and bloodshed that it’s considered suicide to fight back anymore.

Stormblood does a great job of showing how imperialism wears down its victims. The hopelessness felt by many in Ala Mhigo and Doma is the result of years of violence, abuse, and cruelty, and that’s exactly the imperials’ intention; an oppressor wants to break the will and spirit of the oppressed as much as they can, conditioning them to normalize their mistreatment in order to diminish threats to their control.

Characters like Fordola also help show how imperialists manipulate the oppressed to work against their own best interests. All of Fordola’s actions are driven by the misguided idea that working with the Empire would “free” Ala Mhigo. She was convinced that as long as she fought and killed for them, she’d eventually prove that Ala Mhigans are worthy of the Garleans’ respect. But that was never going to happen. It was a tactic to indoctrinate young Ala Mhigans and maintain the imperial status quo. And sadly, Fordola fell deep into that trap.

This is the real cause for Lyse’s initial disconnect. It’s not because of privilege or bias, or a lack of personal connection to Ala Mhigo. It’s founded on the fact that she simply hasn’t experienced the Empire’s relentless tyrannical tactics the same way those who remained in Gyr Abania have.

But this doesn’t mean she hasn’t dealt with loss and fear. Both her father and sister were killed by the Garleans. She’s experienced displacement and having to flee from your home to survive. She’s lost comrades and close friends while with the Scions. This isn’t some naive little girl who doesn’t know the pain that comes with battles and war.

The biggest challenge for the main cast of Stormblood wasn’t just physically fighting the Garleans. It was about a shared sense of pain and loss, and trying to break through the hopelessness the people of Ala Mhigo and Doma were feeling.

Lyse, the WoL, and the other characters aren’t doing what they do for glory. They’re not claiming to know better than the Ala Mhigans and Domans. They’re not trying to take their agency away. They’re trying to convince them to take back their own agency and futures from the Garleans. It’s about understanding their pain, their loss, and their fear, and trying to help them rediscover the strength to keep fighting for themselves. At least that’s what it was to me.

And speaking of the Garleans, it’s wild how I don’t see more people bring up their similarities to white saviorism.

So many Garleans refer to non-Garleans as “savages” and treat them as second class citizens in the provinces.

They insist that their societies and faiths are “primitive”, and that this justifies their invasions and conquests.

They outlaw cultural and religious practices and force their own practices in their place, all under the guise of “civilizing” conquered people and saving them from themselves.

They propagandize themselves as selfless heroes, and people like the WoL as the monstrous villains. “We’re simply trying to rescue these poor, deluded “savages” from themselves and their eikons. Why are you mad?”

And when people fight back and reject them, the Empire plays victim. Take Varis for instance; during that meeting with the Alliance, he targets the very valid issues the Eorzean nations have. But that’s not because he actually cares about fixing those problems; he’s literally just gaslighting them and trying to justify Garlemald’s false sense of supremacy.

It’s all right there. It’s literally a perfect fictional example of the racism, narcissism, and backwards logic of imperialism.

Yet somehow, I’ve see Lyse, an Ala Mhigan refugee, called a “white savior” more often than Garlean imperials.

It’s frustrating, to say the least.

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Well, these are pretty much all the main accusations I’ve seen thrown at Lyse since I’ve started the game. If I think of anything else, or if someone gives me something else to look at, I will add on to this.

I don’t know if I’m changing any minds with this, or even if anyone even has the time or patience to read through this whole post. But it’s feels good to finally write out a lot of my thoughts on this subject after so long. I’d like to do this on more subjects relating to FFXIV, including ways I think certain parts of story could have been improved.

But that’s or another day. Thanks so much for reading ~

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #Lyse Hext #Character Discussion #Fandom Things #Long Post #like stupidly long lmao #if you make it through this congrats #this is the longest thing I've written in a long time #considering how much i struggle with focusing #this is a big achievement for me

[artemis32]

I've read Subjugation II, and it's amazing!! I didn't evem notice that was the first time you've written smut (that's the name? I forgot, lol). Anyway, what are your thoughts if reader fells pregnant after that? Or not even after that but in the same universe of the fic? 🙄🙄

Hope you're well 😃

subjugation drabble i

So usually I'm not into the whole pregnancy thing, but oh my gosh do I have some thoughts (also the phrase “barefoot and pregnant” sounds a bit strange in English, I’m sorry ://)

I have no idea if this is a drabble or not, but we’re labelling it as one

Also - my laptop is very buggy at the moment, so until that's fixed, I unfortunately can't write anything (except maybe a few short drabbles)

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tw: pregnancy mentions, noncon / dubcon, oral sex (f receiving), creampie

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So neither of these men believe in wrapping it before they tap it - why should they when you belong to them. They don’t care much for pulling out either, that’s no fun.

Really, it wouldn’t be any surprise to either of them if you ended up pregnant sooner or later.

Only, it might happen a bit sooner than either of them would like. 

You only just started to “accept” them, they really want to enjoy their time with you for as long as possible - children would be a distraction. 

Don’t get me wrong, they definitely want you to carry their children in the future, and not just one either, though they haven’t decided on a specific number yet.

They want children, they truly do - but they want your full attention more, at least for the moment. They can’t very well get down and dirty if you have a few rascals running around at all hours of the day.

Then again, the idea of you barefoot and pregnant has been one of their biggest fantasies for a while - the gentle swell of your stomach, plush breasts filled with milk, your face glowing beautifully as your pregnancy continues.

It’s tempting, getting you pregnant as soon as possible. But they’ll put it off for as long as they can stand. 

Shota is the voice of reason, reminding Hizashi of how much time and energy goes into raising infants, children who you have to care for all day, everyday.

You don’t get a say in the final decision. They may take into consideration your thoughts and feelings, but ultimately, their word is law. Whether you actually want children or not is irrelevant.

Any anxieties you have about pregnancy or being a mother are brushed off, gently but firmly. They may try to quell your fears at first, but eventually their patience will run out and they tell you outright that you have no choice in the matter.

They may consider putting you on some form of birth control until they feel ready to give up their time with you, until they’re ready to become parents, but who knows how long that will last.

When they eventually do want children, no amount of begging or pleading will change their minds. Sobs and screams fall on deaf ears, and physical retaliation is met with stern discipline. They aren’t above tying you down to get what they want.

Out of the two of them, I imagine that Shota has more of a breeding kink than Hizashi does. 

Hear me out - while Hizashi loves the sexual act in itself, Shota loves the idea of you being pregnant, especially with his or Hizashi’s child.

Not only the mental image of you being pregnant, but also the idea of you relying on him during the pregnancy, having to ask him for help with anything and everything.

Washing your hair while you shower or washing your back and legs while you bath. He’d insist on bathing with you, slotting himself in behind you, gently massaging your shoulders, softly rubbing circles onto your back with the washcloth. 

He’d help you get dressed too, and he’d take his sweet time. He’d help you put on lotion, squirting it into his hands to warm it up first. He’d have you sit on the bed while he kneels on the floor between your legs, both of you covered by nothing more than a towel. 

His fingers would lightly massage your ankles, gently rolling the swollen joints, working his way up, kneading your sore legs. 

Of course he wouldn’t stop there - he would massage your hands and feet, your arms and back. He would save your stomach for last.

Still kneeling on the floor, his rough palms would smooth over your bloated stomach, rubbing in small, slow circles.

If you happen to look at his face, you would see him staring at you already, eyes dark and filled with a deep loving look.

Naturally, seeing you all pliant and willing would stir up something within him.

Sex helps with stress during pregnancy - that’s what he would tell you in those moments, gently coaxing you on to your back.

“I’m helping you. You and the baby.” He would say as he lowered himself between your legs, shifting you so that your legs lay over his shoulders.

He would stare at you with such adoration, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, working his way up to the apex of your thighs.

Soft is the best way to describe him. His only focus is you, your pleasure, your desire. 

One orgasm turns into two, which turns into three.

After he’s had his fill, he’ll straighten up, dropping the towel around his waist. Still, he remains calm and gentle with you, slowly working his thick cock into your dripping cunt. There’s almost no stretch, no burn - curtesy of the three or four orgasms he pulled out of you with his mouth minutes prior.

He rocks his hips back and forth to a gentle rhythm, the veins along his cock dragging over your sensitive walls. Usually he’s able to push you into another two or three orgasms - pregnancy made you more sensitive than before, not that either of them ever complain.

Once he’s cum, buried to the hilt inside you, he’ll pull out slowly before pulling you into him, cuddling you close.

He never rushes to leave you, to clean you up or dress you. Oftentimes, you’ll fall asleep in his arms, still naked, and wake up hours later, clean and dressed, wedged between him and Hizashi.

Hizashi loves slow gentle sex with you too, though he hangs around you more than Shota does, if that’s even possible.

He seems to believe that pregnancy addles your brains, and he doesn’t trust you to complete tasks - he helps you put on your shoes, feeds you, brushes your hair for you.

It might have infuriated you, how both of them almost infantilize you - it should, but their softer demeanour is refreshing. Having them coddle you is far better than them punishing you in a cruel and painful fashion.

So overall, they love the idea of you being pregnant, and they definitely want to start a family one day, just not anytime soon.

Though when it does eventually happen, you’ll probably end up smothered and coddled to death.

#.anon. #art answers #subjugation ask #hizashi yamada #shota aizawa #present mic #eraserhead #female reader #yandere #dark content #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere yamada hizashi #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #.noncon. #.dubcon. #.pregnancy.

[geekwritersworld]

Where the daisies grow *Part 2*

Part 2

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x You

Warning: slight angst (few mentions of wounds), just a mention of throw up, nothing besides this :)

Summary: This is the second part to Where the daisies grow. Read the first part here 🥰

A/n: I've tagged the people who asked for a part 2, and of course, do let me know what you think❤️Part 2 of the request made by @luvlyencanto

He felt cold. Arthur had gone back home to let the rest know what had happened. Tommy didn't leave. He refused to let go. Only releasing you when the nurses told him the longer he refused to let them get to work on you the quicker you would die.

Tommy didn't know how to cope. He couldn't smoke in the hospital to calm his nerves, pacing wasn't working and he couldn't sit for even less than a second- it hadn't even occurred to him to sit down.

His watch displayed the time to be exactly midnight, informing Tommy that he'd been standing in the hospital hallway and occasionally punching the wall for almost 3 hours.

Aunt Pol and the rest of the Shelby siblings had gotten there only a short while after Tommy had with you. They sat quietly, every so often pacing but mainly remaining quite for the most part. Arthur had headed to the closest pub and John was outside smoking. He asked Tommy to join him but he knew his older brother wouldn't step foot outside the hospital until you were doing the same with him.

When the operating room door finally did open , the doctor emerging taking his mask off, Tommy stalked straight in his direction.

"She's stable now" The doctor spoke immediately, afraid that Tommy would threaten him again "her injuries are severe, her ear and lip have been stitched, she has got a broken rib and we've stitched her the wounds on her arms, she has a concussion due to the force of the blow she suffered to her head, she needs as much rest as she can get"

"and?" Tommy eyed him, inches away from the doctors face.

"there will be scarring I'm afraid, but other than that she should recover completely in a month. Her eye is severely swollen but it will go down in its own time" He looked over Tommy's shoulder at the two women who were standing right behind Tommy now "Of course she is also running a fever which will make things slightly difficult, but she will pull through Mr. Shelby"

"How long will she have to remain here?"

"Another few days at least, just to be careful. You can see her now if you wish but she's under heavy pain medication so she may not wake for a while" slipping past Tommy he disappeared into another room.

"you wanna go in first Tommy?" Ada whispered, her hand on her big brothers shoulder.

"Yeah" he didn't look at her and instead pushed open the door to head into your room at the same time Pol went to update John and Arthur.

Tommy thought he could handle seeing people go through some of the worst, but looking at you he realized even war couldn't prepare him for the sight of you laying limp covered in bandages, bruises and stitches.

Quietly nudging a chair next to you and sitting down he eyed the little specks of dried blood near the gash in your arm that wasn't bandaged up.

There were chills going down his legs, he felt weak repressing the urge to throw up realizing the amount of pain you were probably in back at the alley.

"What the fuck happened" he softly caressed your knuckles aware that you couldn't hear him.

When Ada and Pol came in with John and Arthur following, Tommy hadn't moved nor acknowledged their presence. His attention solely focused on you.

Pol tried to get Tommy to at least hydrate himself "I'll fucking drink when she's regained the capability to do the same" he snapped causing Pol to sigh rolling her eyes.

Arthur and John took Finn home deciding to return later in the morning hours. Ada tried convincing Tommy to get some rest for which she only got silence as a response.

Heading home with Ada, Polly promised to return in the morning with the boys. Tommy continued to sit there and watch the sky turn light blue then yellow. Then he proceeded to shut the curtains when the afternoon approached not wanting the sunlight to directly fall on your eyes and hurt them if you woke up.

The Shelby's had come and gone. After all the betting shop still needed to be run.

It was only towards the following night that Tommy saw your finger twitch. Almost like a shiver. He'd immediately leaned in closer whispering your name.

Tommy watched your eyelid twitch and then a faint whine.

And then...nothing. Not knowing what it mean it, Tommy immediately fetched the doctor who assured him it was normal and you'd come to soon.

After waiting for another excruciating twenty minutes Tommy let out a breath letting his head fall into his rough palms and rested his elbows on his knees, hunching.

"you look miserable" your throat burned with dryness

Snapping his head up Tommy moved towards you so fast it was a surprise he didn't topple over onto your bed. He knew you'd be thirsty having been in this position himself before.

Pouring you a glass of water he helped you lift up slightly and drink. And then he poured you another glass of water which you sipped immediately. And then another.

"It won't be the drinks that will kill me, it'll be a stroke you'll be the cause of" Tommy sighed

You didn't dare to actually giggle remembering the pain in your lungs.

"Before you ask" you breathed " I don't know who it was"

Shaking his head "how do you feel?" he avoided the topic for the moment, not wanting you to see the rage he was feeling.

"fantastic" you sassed

"You-"

"You're awake!" Ada let out a cry rushing to your side nudging Tommy away with her arm. Tommy rolled his eyes moving away reluctantly.

Ada wasn't the last of them much to Tommy's annoyance. Finn, John and Pol came next, fussing over not letting Tommy stand next to you. Arthur followed suit few hours later and it was when Arthur started exclaiming about how Tommy'd been moping since you'd been hurt that Tommy finally had enough.

"Alright fuck off"

When you were finally cleared to go leave, Tommy was there by your side. The same way he had been for every single day that you had been at the hospital. He hadn't left in the last three days. He ate when you did, walked around your room to stretch his legs when you were awake and rambling, held your hand while you slept and made sure the hospital covers were covering you properly to protect you from the cold and when he noticed you shiver in your sleep he wasted no time in asking for a second blanket for you and tucked it in carefully. He slept on the chair for all three days refusing to go home or make any other arrangement.

He didn't leave you at all and you weren't sure if it meant what you were hoping it did, or if if it meant nothing at all.

Holding your hand Tommy led you inside the house and helped you sit down on the couch.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to bed?" Tommy sat down next to you.

"I've been in a bed for 3 days Tommy" you leaned your head against the back of the couch.

"Right, tea?" Tommy raised a brow

"shower" you closed your eyes.

Tommy didn't respond for a few seconds making you turn your head "not me, you"

"what" Tommy never had such conflicting feelings before. He wasn't sure what to make of anything that happened in the last few days it made him uneasy.

He'd caught you staring at him multiple times at the hospital, he'd felt you caress his hand when you thought he was asleep. And he'd heard you ask the nurses to get him something to eat when you'd once again mistaken him to be asleep.

He'd felt you run your finger through his hair when he was beginning to wake.

Tommy wasn't sure if you felt the same for him as he did for you or if it was just the heavy medication you were on.

"I said, shower- for you, not me"

Tommy looked at you incredulously "right".

He decided to wait till Pol got home so you wouldn't be alone.

"I have to ask" Tom said out of the blue walking into the living room with a glass of liquor.

Sighing, you opened your eyes knowing what was coming " like I said, I don't know who it was, all he said was to tell you it wasn't over"

Tommy's expression remained neutral but you knew the wheels were turning in his head.

"FUCK" you flinched not expecting him to suddenly shout.

"Tom-"

Tommy turned to look at you with another yell.

"Tommy, look you can go after them later" you sighed not wanting to deal with him

"damn fucking right I will, I'm going to find those bastards" he paused to throw his glass of liquor against the wall "I'm going to put a fucking bullet through their eyes" he yelled looking at you.

Letting out a worn sigh you turned to look back ahead and slowly got up from the couch.

Tommy called looking at you "What are you doing?"

Rushing to your side Tommy put an arm around you carefully.

"Going to go to my room for peace and quiet since you won't let me have any here" you smiled sarcastically making Tommy roll his eyes at you. He couldn't comprehend your persistence to remain sassy despite the hell you'd been through.

Helping you up the stairs he was tempted to resort to carrying you up the stairs but the pressure on your ribs made the pain unbearable.

You decided to attempt and change your clothes later on since you were already exhausted considering your injuries.

You spent the next few days falling asleep due to heavy medication, waking up at odd hours and losing track of time and days by the end of the following week.

However, the one thing you noticed was that Tommy had been around all the time. He was there when you woke in the middle of the night, he was there when you woke in the afternoon to get you to eat.

You appreciated all of this, no doubt. But it made you nervous. Nervous because the more he was around the harder it was to push away your feelings.

You spent a lot of your time in your room. Either sleeping, reading or staring at the ceiling.

Tommy sat with you every now and then. But today you hadn't seen him much. Pol was home - you knew that much. She said Tommy was at the betting shop, but you didn't believe her when you caught her eyeing her cigarette intently.

Deciding to wait till Tommy got back you laid back down on your bed. It had been a week. Your eye was looking better and the wounds were healing too. But the weakness still lingered around.

You'd fallen asleep, you realized when you groggily opened your eyes and saw it was broad daylight outside, realizing you had slept the entire day you began to slowly try and get up wincing at your injuries.

That was until you heard arguing downstairs, which you could heard quite clearly since your door was wide open.

"What were you bloody waiting for Thomas ?"

"Pol-"

"Just fucking tell her how you feel Thomas, you've been in love with her for a year now"

Furrowing your brows wondering who Polly was talking about. Your stomach dropped and your heart tightened at the thought of Tommy with another woman.

At the sound of approaching footsteps up the stairs you immediately closed your eyes not wanting them to know you'd heard them.

It took every bit of strength left in you to swallow the lump in your throat and keep the tears at bay. Whoever it was coming up the stairs, though you imagined it was Tommy since you could tell by the footsteps, you weren't in the mood to explain the cause of your tears to them.

He spoke your name with such softness it could've very well gone unheard. Except that you heard him and ignored him prompting Tommy to call your name a little louder yet still softly.

Slowly opening an eye you feigned exhaustion and looked at him "Tommy?"

He sat next to your legs on the bed after helping you sit up placing the white daisies next to your bedside table and ran his fingers through his hair "How are you feeling eh?"

"Better I suppose" your voice croaked and you hoped he'd assume it was because you'd just woken up. Tommy snapped his head up in your direction looking directly into your eyes.

Your felt warm and your palms felt clammy. His icy blue eyes bore right through yours. You shuddered at the way he looked at you, you never could get over his eyes. They always made you weak and you often felt as though his eyes resembled the ocean during the coldest winter morning, though you didn't know what that looked like having lived in small heath your whole life.

His eyes seemed so cold and yet, they were the cause of the warmth that spread through your skin. The eyes that made you long for home. The eyes you could lose yourself in- the eyes you were already lost in.

You ached all over- not from your injuries, but from the pain in your chest at the realization that he wasn't yours. That there was someone else- possibly Lizzie- who could call him her home.

You felt gray, like the days when the cloudy skies made small heath dull and gloomy.

Tommy watched you stare right back at him. He wasn't good with words- he never had been. So he did the only thing he thought of in that moment.

He didn't plan to ever reveal how felt to you. But spending almost 3 days at your side and hearing the nurses talk about how it was a surprise they were able to save you, Tommy didn't want to think about how long he spent hurling the contents of his stomach in the hospital bathroom while you slept.

It was only this morning when Pol told him that you felt the same for him that he finally realized he had to tell you before he lost you to some fool.

When he came up to your room he knew you were awake but he didn't point it out.

Instead he sat down next to you looking at his feet trying to form the sentence to tell you, when he heard your voice however, he knew you heard him and Pol. But he wondered if it was shock or something else.

But the longer he stared at you the longer he focused on your injured eye, lip and nose and the more his heart tightened at the thought of you almost slipping away just a few days prior.

Although Polly told him you felt likewise about him as he did about you he couldn't help the nerves. He almost rolled his eyes at the fucking nerves he hadn't felt since the war.

Tommy wanted a future with you, a life -whatever was left of it at least. He wanted to give you a home, to live with you near the fields where the daisies grew and he didn't want that with anyone else.

He craved to be the one to protect you, the one you quarreled with as his wife, to be the one to kiss you and make up for it. He wanted a child who had your eyes, who called him their father and you the mother. He wanted to make you tea when you were tired, he felt a need to be the one who protected you and held you on the nights you were haunted by your past at the orphanage and had panic attacks as a result of the memory, he didn't want you to be alone with those thoughts anymore, he didn't want you to deny them anymore; instead he wanted to kiss your forehead as he helped you through them.

He loved you more than he realized his war torn heart was capable of.

Finally snapping out of his thoughts he was still looking at you in the eyes and then proceeded to do the thing that would either make you his or render him incapable of having children as a result of you either kicking him in the groin or you denying him. Either ways, without you Tommy didn't give a fuck about the future.

You never noticed Tommy leaning in but when you felt his warm breath on your lips; you weren't about to complain.

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