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Lumberjack! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you decide to chop wood in your backyard, your hot neighbor, who happens to be a lumberjack, offers you some help.

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: +18❗️smut, hot neighbor bucky is a fucking warning, kinda size kink, rough sex, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names

Author's note: this is one of my favorite works, so I hope everyone who hasn't read it before will like it too (it's hard to not fall for lumberjack Bucky, tbh🤷‍♀️)

“Hey, do you need help?” You stopped what you were doing. You breathed heavily, your arms ached, and you were already sweating. The man, your neighbor, whom you already saw a few times when you arrived home, was standing before you with his hands in his jeans pockets.

He was attractive. Really handsome. Probably 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and visibly a lot of muscles under the clothes. Yeah, that red henley left nothing for your imagination. His dark hair was put in a low bun, and he had a little stubble on his face. But you mostly noticed his bright blue eyes, which looked straight at you very attentively.

“Sorry, what?” You said as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt.

“I asked if you needed help. Sorry, but it seems like you have some troubles.” He smiled at you almost shyly, and you couldn’t even make yourself mad at his words.

“Um, It’s my first time doing it.” You awkwardly smiled back, finally putting a big ax to the ground. “But I need wood for my fireplace, so I have to work with what I have.”

“I see… but don’t you have a boyfriend or a husband? I mean, it’s not really easy to do for a woman, and you seem pretty... petite for this?” It almost sounded like a question. “I wanted to say that I can help you if you allow me, because that thing might be really dangerous if you don’t know how to work with it, and I'm a lumberjack, so... it’s not a problem for me.” He awkwardly started to rub his neck. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“For a woman?” You playfully arched an eyebrow. “So you think that only men can do this?” You saw how his eyes widened, and you tried to hold your laughter.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He lifted both hands in the air. “It’s just gonna take you forever to do, and as I said before, It’s not the safest work. And since this is my job, I could’ve helped you. As a neighbor, you know?”

“Relax, I’m just joking.” You softly smiled at him. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.” You reached out your hand. Bucky’s face relaxed, but then his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I like you.” He said, as he shook your hand. His grip was tight, and you felt that he really did a lot of physical work with his hands.

“Oh… thanks?”

“Soo, do you need help?” He asked again.

“Um, honestly, I don’t know. I can’t just let you work for me for free. Can I pay you?”

“Doll, I have enough money, and I don’t need yours. I don’t think that you need tons of firewood, so it would be easy work for me.”

“Okay, but maybe I can give you food? Pastry? I really love to cook, and everyone said that I’m good at it.” You nervously played with your sleeve while Bucky was staring directly at you.

“Deal. I would honestly die for homemade food, ‘cause last time I ate it was at my ma’s and I really miss it. But you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“And you don’t have to help me.” You shot back.

Bucky’s smile grew wider, and he started shaking his head. “You have some temper, doll... Friday is okay?”

“Yeah, totally, any time you’re free.”

“Deal. I should probably go, and you better start training to cook food for me. I am really picky, and you insisted on paying me with it.” He said and started to walk back.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. “I know what I’m doing; don’t underestimate me!”

“Fine. See ya, doll.” Bucky waved at you with the biggest smile on his face and finally walked away.

Well, it’s gonna be interesting.

For the next almost two months, Bucky had been “working” for you, and you paid him with your food every single time because you couldn’t leave that man starving after he just got home from work and then willingly helped you.

You two got closer. Bucky was a really good man; you found out it while you were sitting in your backyard looking at how his muscles were moving with every swing of the ax. He was right that it wasn't a big deal for him—the job that you would’ve been doing for several hours he did in twenty or thirty minutes.

The conversation with Bucky was easy, he was a pretty reserved person, but he still told you everything about his job and his friends and asked you things about your life. It was hard not to fall for him. Especially when he gave you this boyish smile every time it was time to say goodbye or when you brought him your homemade food.

Usually he comes to your house every Friday after work around 6 p.m., but today it was already 8 and he still didn’t show up. There was no light in his windows either, so you became really worried that something serious had happened.

You were nervously sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen while your dinner was getting cold on the stove. You really had no appetite. What if he got injured from his dangerous work? Or maybe you were just overreacting and he went on a date with someone? You really had no reason to be worried that much because Bucky probably didn’t even think of you as a close friend, and you were just a too dramatic person with attachment issues.

The light knock on the door scared you a little bit, but you still jumped out of your seat to open it.

Bucky was standing there, visually perfectly fine and without any injuries, and you sighed with relief.

“Bucky, oh my god, hi. Are you okay? I was really worried about you, and I don’t even have your phone number to text or call.” You mumbled as your eyes studied his face.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky softly smiled at you, but it was obvious that he wasn’t really in the mood. “I’m fine. Just a shitty day at work. My boss went fucking crazy over nothing, and it was just a mess.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “But I have to do your firewood, so I'll go change and be back in a few minutes, ‘kay?”

He started to go back, but you caught him by his wrist. “No, Buck, wait. You don’t have to do it right now, really. I have enough wood, and you’re really exhausted. Come in; I have fresh lasagna and chocolate muffins.”

“Um—are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to.” He mumbled. You noticed that you were still holding his wrist, but decided to leave it that way.

“Don’t worry, I have enough food, and you look like you really need it. C’mon, don’t you want to eat something homemade and still hot after a bad day at work?” You gave him your best smile, and it was obvious in his eyes that he already agreed to your idea.

“Okay, we can do that. Honestly, I feel like I’m able to eat a fucking elephant.”

You both shared a laugh before you almost dragged him into your house and closed the door. Only at that moment did you realize that even though you gave Bucky a lot of food, he had never been at your place before. For some reason, you felt really excited to feed him and spend some time together.

“Sit here while I’m heating the food.” Bucky obediently took a seat, looking with a soft smile at how you were moving around in your little kitchen.

You looked so domestic and soft in the warm yellow lights of the room in the cute pink cotton dress with little flowers all over it. The concentration was written all over your face as you tried to perfectly set plates and cutlery on the table and then put steaming lasagna on it.

“Fuck, it smells so good; you’re going to kill me, doll.” He wasn’t able to handle the amazing smell of food right in front of him.

Your cheeks heated, and you waved your hand at him. “It’s just lasagna, Buck; don’t be dramatic.” You took a place near him, and you both started to eat your food.

“I’m not being dramatic. I already told you that, besides my ma, you have the best food in the world. I could’ve eaten it three times a day for the rest of my life and not gotten tired of it.” He took another big bite, moaning as the taste filled his mouth.

“You’re making me blush. No one ever told me this.”

“That’s my intention, doll. What, none of your boyfriends complemented your skills? Because I would’ve put the ring on that finger way too fast.” You looked at each other for a few seconds until you noticed that he had already finished his portion.

“Do you want more?” Ignoring his previous words, you stood up and took his plate to give him some extra food. The dress gently flew around your thighs, drawing Bucky’s attention to your legs when you turned around. “Anyway, what happened at work? You mentioned your boss.”

“Ugh, Pierce is a fucking dipshit. Everyone there hates him, but he has too much money, so we can’t do anything. Me and Steve have really been on bad terms with him since the first day. He tries to tell us how to do our work, but his head is so far up in his ass that he can’t even listen to what we say.” You returned to your place and put a plate in front of Bucky again. The frown took place on his face while he was talking about Pierce, so you put a hand on top of his without even thinking.

“He sounds like a total asshole. I’m sorry that you guys have to work for him.” Bucky’s face softened at your action. He flipped his hand so he could interlace your fingers, and you felt the warm feeling all over your body.

You both definitely felt something, but you still stayed silent, enjoying the connection. It was obvious that you had feelings for each other. It was just hard to admit out loud, and, honestly, Bucky was so scared that you might think that he did all of this just to get into your pants. Which is not true. Well, he doesn’t mind, but it’s not his only intention. He wants to treat you right and ask you out on a date.

Back then, he felt so bold and offered to help you with the firewood with the hope of getting to know you better. Steve and Sam obviously knew about his new “work” and teased him about it all day long. Unfortunately, he still didn’t find the right moment to ask you out. Those times when he came to you on Friday evenings and you were watching him work in your cute dresses or little pajamas were Bucky’s favorites. You looked so soft, cozy, and domestic that he wished to see you like this every day.

After the last piece of a chocolate muffin disappeared in Bucky’s mouth and he let out a moan of satisfaction, he sat in your kitchen with closed eyes and a smile on his face.

“If I had to have a shitty day just to get this type of meal at the end of the day, I’m ready for it.”

“Bucky!” You laughed at his dramatic words. “You don’t have to have a bad day. I can feed you just because.”

“Well, you said it yourself. Now you won’t get rid of me.” You both laughed. Then he suddenly got up and started to put plates in the sink. “You sit, and I’ll wash the dishes.”

“No, Bucky, that’s not how it works!” You got up and caught him by his bicep. Really hard and big bicep.

“Yes, it is. You’re cooking, then I’m cleaning.” He tried to get away from your grip to turn on the water, but you only held him stronger, now with both of your hands on his arms.

“Bucky.” When he was standing so close to you, you realized your size and height difference, and it made you shiver. You turned your head up to look him in the eyes. “You are my guest; you shouldn’t do this.”

“My mother taught me to always help women because they are not our maids.” He stepped a little bit closer. “But if you’re saying this only because you want me to leave, I can do that.”

You were both looking at each other, and what you saw in his eyes made you weak in the knees.

“No, no, I don’t want you to leave.” Your hands moved higher and fell on the sides of his neck. It was everything Bucky needed to finally kiss you.

Two large and rough hands took your face to bring your lips closer to Bucky’s height. He was gentle yet so passionate, and he slowly moved his lips against yours. It was mind-blowing how desperately you wanted him to devour you, to destroy you. While your hands were discovering his broad chest and shoulders, you felt that your body was suddenly lifted in the air and then placed on the kitchen counter.

Now that Bucky didn’t have to lean over to your height, it was easier to kiss you properly. His tongue brushed over your lips to ask for entrance, which you happily gave. Bucky felt too addicted to your taste, your smell, and the feeling of your smaller body against him. It drove him crazy.

“I've wanted to do that since the day I looked at you.” The hands on your hips tightened and moved you closer to his body. “You look so pretty, God.” Bucky’s eyes are running all over your face, trying to memorize every little thing.

“Bucky...” You dragged him closer again, desperate to connect your lips. His large hands wandered all over your body, slightly pulling up your dress and then moving higher and cupping your breasts in them. “I thought you were tired.” His large erection was obvious through his jeans, and you wanted to tease him.

“I’m never tired for you, doll.” He mumbled against your lips. “I could’ve fucked you right on this table, but I’ll leave it for the next time. Where’s your bedroom?” You didn’t miss the promise to fuck you again, and your body felt ecstatic just because of this thought.

“Up the stairs, second door from the right.”

Bucky didn’t say a word before your world suddenly moved, and you ended up hanging from his shoulder. Your bare ass was probably right near his face, and you couldn’t help but blush.

He stormed up the stairs with one hand on your thigh, as if your weight on his shoulder was nothing, and then walked into your main bedroom.

You were thrown onto your bed, and Bucky stayed in front of you for a few seconds to remember this picture. Swollen lips, eyes full of need, a short dress that pulled up and showed a glimpsing of your white underwear. Yes, you were perfect, and only for him.

“Come here, Buck.” You raised your hands in his direction, and he obediently climbed on top of you with a smirk on his face.

He sat between your legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

“Such a pretty doll for me, in this cute lil’ dress, mm?” His body was hovering over you, and when he found a zipper on the back of your dress, you ended up lying under him only in your white lingerie set in less than a minute.

The pair of the most beautiful blue eyes devoured your naked body as soon as the piece of clothing was removed, and you had never seen a man look at you this way. Like you were the most beautiful, delicious, and priceless thing in the world. Bucky’s hands gently touched your body from the shoulders to your legs, and you swear that you heard a moan while he was doing it.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled and leaned to gently kiss the soft skin of your belly, moving with little kisses higher until he reached your lips. “You’re killing me, you know that?”

“Shut up and kiss me, Barnes.” It was impossible to think straight when his pretty face was right in front of you and his muscular body pushed you deeper into the mattress of your bed. He kissed you as you asked, but it didn’t last long before he pulled away with a grin on his face. You gently brushed his brown locks out of his face and tucked them behind his ears.

“So bossy, dollface... Do I have to fuck this attitude out of you?”

“Mmm, undress, and we’ll see what you are capable of.” You shot back at him, and he just moved away with a smirk on his face.

In a few seconds, a red henley was thrown somewhere on the floor, and you were face to face with a body that was probably made by the Greek gods. Muscles on muscles, with tanned skin and freckles from the work under the sun. Now you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Like what you see?” His smirk became wider as he saw the look on your face: slightly parted lips and darkened eyes that were looking at him up and down. Bucky's hands went straight to the belt of his pants, and with the last movement, he was standing in your almost dark bedroom completely naked.

You almost choked on your saliva when he pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He was thick and long, with an angry red head.

“No way this is gonna fit me…”

“It will, doll. I’ll take care of it. I bet this pretty little pussy will just suck me in.”

It was over for you. You knew that. A handsome, respectful man with a perfect body and dirty mouth? Yes, he can do whatever he wants with you.

He returned to your bed, sitting in between your spread legs. He didn’t waste any more time when he reached behind your back and unbuttoned your bra. Bucky stood on his knees so perfectly that his dick landed on your covered pussy, and it made you both moan out loud.

“Look at this, doll. ‘M gonna destroy her.” His hips slightly moved, and because your panties were soaking wet, it was so smooth and perfect. “Can you imagine that? I will stretch you out so well that I’ll ruin any other men for you. Make you–and her– mine.” He reached with one of his hands to your tits and squeezed your nipple between his fingers, while the other one was keeping your legs apart so he would be able to move his hips.

You tried to close your legs by instinct. The tip of his cock again and again brushed right on your clit, and the slight pain from your nipple made you desperately moan and clench your bedsheets.

“Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Im not even inside of you, and you’re already a fucking mess.” Bucky’s rough voice was so sexy that it made you even wetter, if that was possible. He saw that you were close: by the way your breathing changed and how your eyes rolled back in your head. “C'mon, just let it go. Soak those panties even more.” His movements on your most sensitive parts of the body didn’t stop, and it threw you over the edge.

You were squeezing around nothing, and the most inappropriate and dirty moan escaped your mouth. It was something that you'd never experienced before, and it was so intense that you needed some time to get over it.

“Good girl.” Bucky grabbed your face and connected your lips, giving you another wet and sloppy kiss.

Then, without hesitation, Bucky’s hands took off the last piece of your clothing, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. He stared at your body up and down for a few seconds and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself down.

“Bucky, please, I need you so much.” You almost cried, trying to grab him and put his body on top of yours, but Bucky was much larger than you, so it was almost impossible.

Bucky finally calmed down a little bit, and he interlaced his right hand with your left, pinning it above your head. His body softly landed on you, and skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down your spine. He was now looking you right in the eyes, and judging by his facial expressions, he either wanted to fuck you lifeless or cuddle and hold you closely.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Bucky’s soft side came out again, and you slightly nodded, giving him permission to continue. The little silver square appeared in his hand out of nowhere before he ripped the package with his teeth and put a condom on.

You honestly tried to hold back the little bit of disappointment you felt when he decided to use protection. It was smart. You weren’t longtime partners, it was a question of your safety. But the tiny voice in your head told you that you would’ve let him fuck you without it. To feel his perfect d–

Your thoughts were cut off with a deep chuckle. “You look like you’re sad that I put on a condom, doll.” You swear that his eyes darkened when you stayed silent. “If you want it later, I’ll fuck you raw, ‘kay? But now neither of us can think straight.”

“Are you a perfect man?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” Your smile faded as soon as you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so when Bucky started teasing you again, rubbing you up and down to cover himself in your slick, you nearly lost it.

“Bucky, please.” You whine, grabbing the side of his torso with your free hand. “Don’t tease me, please, I can’t—”

Your words died as Bucky finally pushed inside of you. Your head fell deeper into your soft bed, and Bucky’s body tensed on top of you, trying to hold back a deep moan.

It was overwhelming. He stretched you out so deliciously that you felt pain and inexplicable pleasure. No one ever made you feel this way—like you were on cloud nine and the man on top of you didn’t even actually fuck you yet.

“You’re squeezing me so hard that I might cum like a teenager—fuck!” He groaned, squeezing your hand harder. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You tried to relax as much as you could with a dick buried deep inside of you, and Bucky was finally able to move.

Well, if it felt good earlier, then the first movement of his hips probably sent you right to heaven. Bucky cupped your face with his left hand, locking your eyes together, when he started thrusting at a slow pace.

“So pretty for me, doll. You feel my cock in your stomach, huh?” Bucky’s lips almost touched yours when he talked, but it felt like he was too far away from you. “Good girl, take me so well. Knew that this pussy would be my death.”

“More... harder, please, fuck me harder.” You spoke in between moans, gazing intently at Bucky's pretty face.

He started fucking you harder. Your bed was slamming your wall, but it didn’t bother you as much as the fact that he was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You were a fucking whining mess under him, with a slightly open mouth and a drunk-looking face.

“Suck it like a good girl you are.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, doing as he said. “Your pussy is already sucking the shit out of me. Are you going to cum, baby? Going to make a mess on my cock while I fuck you? Imagine if I fucked you raw and filled you up with my load. I bet you’d like that.” The finger went deeper into your mouth, making you gag. You nodded your head as much as you could at Bucky’s words because you were already ready to cum.

“Give it to me, baby.” Bucky growled, sucking on your neck. His hips slammed into yours, making the nastiest noise, but it turned you on even more. A finger slipped out of your mouth, and Bucky’s face was in front of you again. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“M-m, B-bucky! Don't stop, pl– ahhh!” The wave of the best orgasm of your fucking life washed over you. You swear the stars started dancing behind your closed eyes as you endlessly squeezed Bucky’s cock and his body.

The way you were moaning, how your eyes rolled back, and how your whole body trembled pushed Bucky over the edge. A few last movements in your soaking wet pussy and he came, feeling almost lifeless, as if you had sucked the whole energy out of him.

He let go of your hand, which this whole time he held above your head, and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing away the tears you didn’t even notice.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you okay?” He whispered and moved your head a little bit so your eyes were directed at him. You looked like you were high or really drunk, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that you were the prettiest woman on earth.

“I– it’s like I don't feel my body anymore.” You lazily mumbled and closed your eyes. “No one ever fucked me like this.”

“Glad to hear that, doll.” Bucky leaned closer and kissed your soft lips with more delicacy and tenderness. “Do you need anything? Food, water, bath?”

“No… Can you just hug me and stay here for the night?” You asked, now afraid that he would leave since he got what he wanted.

“Sure, just let me get rid of this thing, and I’ll still get you some water.” He kissed you on the forehead before carefully untangling his body from yours. You hissed at the new empty and a little bit aching feeling inside of you. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Bucky threw a condom in the basket under your table and, putting on only his boxers, came down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. But when he came back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep.

You looked so cute—still naked, with a peaceful expression on your face, laying in the middle of your messy bed. He thought about whether he should disturb your sleep or not, but you asked him to stay, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then came closer to you, placed the bottle on the nightstand, and carefully scooped you into his hands, pushing away the covers. He put you back down, and then you opened your eyes.

“C’mere…” You mumbled, still sleepy, and grabbed his hand.

Bucky quietly chuckled and got under the cover, hugging you from the back. You happily sighed before drifting back to sleep. Bucky kissed you in the hair, hugged you harder, and fell to sleep with you in his arms.

You woke up a little bit disoriented, trying to figure out what happened last night.

The bed beside you was empty, but the aching feeling between your legs proved that it wasn’t a dream. You, in fact, fucked your hot lumberjack neighbor. But where did he go?

You found some random oversized t-shirt and walked down the stairs. Everything was silent; your kitchen was empty but crystal clean. Did Bucky just leave?

Wait a minute.

Yesterday there was a mess from your cooking and dinner with Bucky.

Now the room was almost shining.

You looked around in confusion until you noticed a piece of paper on the table.

All of your bad thoughts disappeared as soon as you read it, and you felt butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 5)

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notes: do i like this? idk. but it’s out.

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 ALL HAIL SATAN! i mean— THE DEVILS!!

YOUR NEW JERSEY DEVILS ARE NOW 6-0 IN THE PRESEASON! STILL THE FINAL UNDEFEATED TEAM IN THE PRESEASON!

tonight we played a home game against the dirty dish rags, and WON 5-2!!

the normal roster played tonight, which means prudential center was finally not just a whore house, but a whore HOME 🫶

we kicked off with a power play goal from my sweet blonde swede, Jesper Bratt! with an assist from my personal devil, Jacky!

literally THIRTY-TWO SECONDS later, MY SMUSH GOT HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE PRESEASON! I COULDN’T BE PROUDER OF YOU, MY MUNCHKIN! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!

in second period, we got a power play goal from best friend number 1!!! you are a star in every way! shine your light, puppy!!

we also got a power play goal from the light of my life, the love of my heart, my uber hot and a lot less smart, boyfriend; JACK ‘BABYGIRL’ ROWDEN HUGHES!!! SO PROUD OF YOU, YOU SEXY DEVIL, YOU!

and to finish us off, in third period, we got a goal from the one, the only, CAPTAIN SWISS SLUT!! look at you go! sticking your tongue out, one game at a time!

p.s. can you guess who was able to talk her way into being allowed to bring her professional camera and take pics through the camera holes in the glass?

i’ll give you a hint! she’s super hot, super smart, loves nicknames, and has a degree in ‘annoying her boyfriend’!

tagged jesperbratt, lhughes_06, dawson1417, jackhughes, nicohischier

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john.marino97 i’m not featured?

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sukioyakio · 5 months

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YANDERENERD!MIGUEL

YANDERENERD!miguel headcanons: More about his character (I don’t fucking know 🤷‍♀️)

Warning: Fluffish??Yandere stuff,killing,Etc idk,cock mentioning?

Author note: I had this in my draft and decided to finish this and serve y’all some food for being so busy,and quite frankly liked making this.AND YEAAA omg but I’m just going to get off topic here but the tyler the creator concert LOOKED SO AMAZING,like i was so sad I couldn’t go to the concert,but I WATCH IT‼️‼️HE JUST SO talented 🔥🗣️ anyway I hope y’all enjoy this.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who’s act normal In front of you.He is really sweet towards you and get whatever that you like,even if you haven’t told him that you liked that or these sweet.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who loves hearing about your day,everything about you he loves,your his little obsession.And he won’t ever get old of it.He loves hearing more information about yourself as an person.He will keep it as a memory for you.

Yanderenerd!miguel- who can’t stop thinking about you,especially in the holidays when you can’t go hang out with him.So he just stalks you and wherever your heading,Not that he wants to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe,he just has to make sure that you’re still single for him,So he could have you,to be the only one to see you,to be the only one that beautiful smile everyday,to be the only one who can see you when not wearing any clothes.He wants to that person,he needed to be your everything,even if he had to kill some people in order for it.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who knows how to lift you up whenever your feeling down,he would pull you into a warm embrace,and let you nuzzle his neck he enjoys the feeling of you doing that to him while he rubs your back in soft motions with his rough colossal hands.Telling you in sweet words that you can do this,praising you.He enjoys the feeling how your breathing feels against his tough chest.

Yanderenerd!miguel - who’s look like a lost puppy in your eyes and whenever he around you.but the moment it someone try’s to get your attention or interrupts his little conversation.He would physically try not to show an vein;Even when some fucking person grab your attention from you.He will stand still and wait for them to go away,he eyes would twitch from how annoyed he is that how some fuck interrupted their conversation.He would clench his fist so hard and tightly to the point it white.Glaring that the person,sending them cold murderous glares.But the second you turn back to him,he would switch sides so quick.Showing his calm and gentle demeanor towards you,smiling softly at how much an size differences between you and him.Completely ignoring the person who still there.

Yanderenerd!miguel- just because he’s slightly built,when I mean slightly built it means that he isn’t completely jacked with his muscles like his original character,but his definitely has his biceps and thighs and shoulders doesn’t mean that he can’t beat the crap out of someone else.He is more then capable to kill somebody and know how to handle the situation,and not getting caught.The thing he hates is having to share his favorite toys as an little boy,and even now he doesn’t like the idea of having to share or even worst give away his precious toy away.

Yanderenerd!miguel-wouldn’t hesitate to kill them on spot after school.of course when it the time is right with no mercy.and I fell like Miguel would love you to pat his head even if it was a joke,he practically craves for your touch.He loves when you surprise him with little physical affection to him;like hugs,kiss on the cheeks playfully punching his chest,shoulders,or even when you pat him in the back he remembers the way your hands touch his skin,body yanderenerd!miguel loves it.He too sweet and kind (only to you)sometimes an making sarcastic mock toward you.You got an bit more close to him.Letting him relax with you in your own apartment as an sleepover,or just an to have an nice time with him.Letting in your own cave;He couldn’t help but get hard by the way your apartment smelled just like your sent. Sweet,Calming,Fun,Addictive,and just so delicious to drink up.The more he thought about it made his cock throb in his pants,tightening his pants more.He would definitely take it to remember for later when he alone.Just being there in your own apartment was like god testing him for how long can he keep his composure towards you.But he doesn’t do anything.And just enjoys his time with you.

Yanderenerd!miguel-would absolutely love to goes out with you even it meant bringing your whole girly group he loves it honestly,the way you smile at him for wearing some of your hello kitty clothes or even an bit of makeup..it make Miguel blush even redder.And You making a joke about why he’s so embarrassed by it.Hearing you laughing makes him playfully rolls his eyes,but none the less chuckles with you.

Yanderenerd!miguel-who’s doesn’t wear his own big glasses when he out tracking his the x marks,and wouldn’t even try to put his hair up.He very stealthy in the night,and knows to be very careful about his kills,it not like an 6,8 giant cant be hard to see from an far.But for an giant he was really good at it.

The reason he doesn’t use his glasses is so he doesn’t have to worry about them being damaged.He loves the look when his victims start screaming or just begging him to stop.He no sadtics no no but he just help but smile while torturing them.But he usually doesn’t show an ounce of emotion or empathy for them.He could let go of all his anger on to them,saying that their “making it hard for me to have *your name*”, “you were ruining my plans to have her”— “you honestly think your fucking funny trying to get her huh”—“It almost como si quisieras que te mataran ,how pathetic to think that you can have*your name*”—“IM going to enjoy every last seconds of my time hearing you screaming for mercy/help”. When he done with it,He just walks with a smirk on his face like he didn’t just kill somebody.

Yanderenerd!miguel-and if you went out to a bar with your friends Miguel wouldn’t mind joining too….it because to protect you and to see more of you.it just this side of him that he need to see you,it like a drug?? but a drug that he need it to satisfy his needs.and I feel like Miguel wouldn’t mind if your friend was a little touchy when there drunk and tipsy.But you,it infuriates you. You don’t know if it’s because your drunk or it because that nerd helps you out the most and was there for you more then your friends.whos know. but you slap there hands away from touching Miguel as you drunkly hold Miguel to stop you from falling on the floor.While slurring out of your pretty lips to your friends.He could feel your tits on his arm.. even through his glasses he was an blushing mess and the suddenly touch of your tit and head on his shoulders or arm.he honestly thought he was in heaven.

If you only let him love you,to have you.

He seriously Need to have you

THE END

I did not proread this,so sorry if there any grammar mistakes

Quote of the day by my friend:

“If I go low,I stay low”

I HOPE YALL LIKE IT

The person who asked for more:

@milkyardbetter

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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I Will Never Stop Loving You

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You had never seen Charles lose it like he did tonight, it was a side of him you didn’t know. But you never expect the evening to end like it did.

Requested by anon: I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader and charles are arguing and she flinches during the argument and charles doesnt know what to do ( or maybe he does 🤷‍♀️ idk i am just a really flinchy person and some of it because i cant see properly😅 and some of it is because trauma

Warnings: flinching during argument, mention of physical injury from a car crash, mention of car crash. Google translate has been used a lot.

A/N I got carried away with this - there will be another two parts coming. As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Today had been a complete disaster, not only were you involved in a car accident on the way to the race but Charles lost the race following another string of mistakes from the Ferrari team. That wasn’t even the worst part, it was the fact Charles hadn’t even asked you if you were okay. He was too focused on spewing profanities about the race and the team, granted you didn’t tell him about the accident mainly because you didn’t want him to worry about it during the race. If he crashed it would have been ten times worse than someone t-boning you at a junction. But he hadn’t even noticed the bruising that had formed against your skin, the butterfly stitches along your hairline, your bust lip or the bandage that was tightly wrapped around your thigh which peaked out of your dress.

So you sat there in silence, staring at your phone screen mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram account, humming in agreement every so often.

“Are you even listening?” He said, snapping you out of your daze.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, locking your phone praying he didn’t ask what he was saying. But luck wasn’t on your side today.

“What did I say then?”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. “Something ‘bout the fuck up with the tyres.”

“See you weren’t listening.” He scoffed, keeping his eyes on the road as the rain poured from the sky. He didn’t say anything else after that and an uncomfortable silence fell across the two of you.

Tears burned your eyes but you refused to let them fall, it was just the stress of the day you kept telling yourself but Charles was getting more and more snappy. The smallest thing would set him off and you knew it was due to the stress of the season but that didn’t mean you liked it.

In fact it broke your heart seeing how beaten down your fiancé was and there was nothing you could do. Leaning your head against the window of the rental car you stared out into the darkness as Charles drove through the streets.

You knew he would reach breaking point but what scared you the most was the dull look in his eyes. You had hardly seen him recently, most of the days he kept himself busy on the simulator, working out and stressing over strategies.

The man you fell in love with was no longer standing in front of you.

Squeezing your eyes closed as Charles pulled into the garage of the hotel, quickly parking the car before jumping out leaving you sitting there in the front seat.

Letting out a shaky breath you undid your seat belt, wincing as you pulled yourself out of the car, your weight transferring onto your recently stitched up thigh. Blinking back the tears you slowly followed Charles, you couldn’t move too fast due to the limp you currently had.

“Can you slow down please.” You said softly, watching as Charles looked over his shoulder.

“Just want to get up to the room.” He said, any emotion in his voice had been replaced with exhaustion.

“Okay.” You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to quicken your pace.

Once again you were met with an uncomfortable silence as you stood side by side in the elevator. Charles still not noticing your injuries.

Running your hand over your face you just hoped tomorrow was a better day even if you knew you were only kidding yourself.

As soon as the elevator stopped on the floor you were staying on Charles rushed out without waiting for you. Sadness washed over your body as once again it was going to feel like spending a night with a stranger and not the man you loved.

Slowly you made your way into the room, dumping your bag by the door, it still blew you away with the hotels you stayed at, they were more like apartments than the standard hotel room but you knew you shouldn’t have expected anything less.

The air had become stale between you and Charles and it was only a matter of time before things fully blew up.

“Where were you today?” He said leaning against the counter top, his knuckles going white from his grip.

Rolling your eyes, you let the fridge door slam behind you as you slowly unscrewed the cap of the water bottle.

“Now you care.” You said quietly, causing him to spin around.

“Of course I fucking care.” He said loudly. “I had a shitty weekend and the one person I needed in that moment wasn’t fucking there to support me.” With every word that came out of his mouth his voice got louder.

You had never seen him lose it like this before, not with you anyway. Tears brimmed your eyes as you stood there in shock at his outburst.

“You have a funny way of showing you care.” You mumbled, fiddling with the hem of your dress.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He snapped, slamming his fist down on the counter.

His action made you flinch, stepping back from him. He had never gotten violent before but slamming his fist down in anger was something you would have never imagined he would do.

Taking a deep breath composing yourself, you stopped holding the tears back letting them freely roll down your cheek.

“Fuck you.” You spat, anger fully taking over your body. “Do you really want to know where I was during the race?”

“Yes, I do.” He shouted.

“I was at the fucking hospital.” You screamed, watching his face screw up in confusion. “But shows how much you fucking care, you haven’t even noticed the bandage on my thigh where I had to have a large shard of glass removed before getting something like 20 stitches, the butterfly stitches on my face and the large fucking bruise on my cheek.”

You were met with silence as ran his hand over his face, softening his expression as he realised what was staring him in the face. “Qu'est-il arrivé? What happened?” He asked, his tone quieter as he stepped around the counter trying to close the gap between you.

“I was in a fucking car accident, I tried calling you but you declined the call.” You sobbed, your throat going dry as you tried to get the words out. “Three fucking times Charles. When I needed you the fucking most you sent me to goddamn voicemail.”

He reached out trying to brush his knuckles down your cheek but you stepped back refusing his touch.

You knew he would reach breaking point but you didn’t realise you would hit that point this evening as well. Tears clouded your vision as you stood there in the middle of the room, your heart breaking even more with every second that passed.

“Je ne savais pas I didn’t know” he breathed as the tears rolled down his cheeks. “What can I do? What do you need?”

Shaking your head at his words you roughly wiped your eyes with the palm of your hands. “There’s nothing you can do.” Your voice was barely audible at this point, nothing could stop the tears that were falling as you fiddled with your engagement ring. You loved this man to bits but he wasn’t the same anymore, he let the stress and pressure get to him and this time it was too much for you to handle. You weren't made for this, you couldn’t do this any more.

“Chérie, parle-moi s'il te plaît. Darling, please talk to me.” He sobbed, his eyes widening at the sight of you playing with your ring.

“There’s nothing left to talk about.” You said, squeezing your eyes closed as you tried to get your breathing under control. “I don’t even know who you are anymore Charles. The man that stands in front of me isn’t the caring, sensitive man, it isn't the man I fell in love with.” A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you looked down at your hand. “I hardly fucking see you anymore, I spend most of my time alone in hotel rooms whilst you act like I don’t exist, even when I try and comfort you trackside I basically get brushed off.”

Silence fell around you both again, the only sound was both your heart breaking as Charles realised what was happening, what he had put in motion without knowing it. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from your hand watching as you pulled the ring off your finger. It was like everything was happening in slow motion as he felt his throat dry out.

“Darling, please don't do this. I'm so fucking sorry. I'm fucking stupid I've just been extremely stressed with the championship.” He sobbed, dropping to his knees in front of you, taking your hand in his stopping you from fully removing the ring. “Je suis tellement désolé. Je passerai chaque instant à t'inventer ça. I'm so fucking sorry. I will spend every moment making this up to you.”

“Charles,” you breathed as more tears streamed down your face. “Je ne peux plus faire ça. Je suis désolé. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.” Taking a deep breath you pulled the engagement ring off your finger, placing it in the palm of his hand.

Spinning around you ignoring the pain from your heart and thigh you wiped the tears as you quickly grabbed your passport and the first hoodie you could find not realising it was one of Charles’. Never in a million years did you think this was how tonight was going to go.

“Baby, please.” Charles cried, still on his knees in the living area of the hotel room. “Let me make it up to you. Things will be better.”

Reaching down grabbing your bag off the floor, you looked over your shoulder taking one last look at Charles. Taking a deep breath you stilled your movements for a moment. “Je t'aimerai toujours, mon charliebear. I will always love you, my charliebear.”

Charles watched silently as you left the hotel, he instantly felt numb. He had just let the best thing that had ever happened to him and a 5 year relationship slip through his fingers because he was too blinded by the championship to see what it was doing to you.

The painful sobs echoed through the hotel room as Charles hugged his knees, clutching the ring that had been sitting on your finger for the last 9 months. He couldn’t do anything, he was frozen to the spot sobbing his heart out as the reality of the situation rested heavy on his shoulders. He had no idea how long he stayed in that position but exhaustion soon took over as he fell asleep on the floor.

The tears had finally stopped as you reached the airport. Nodding a thanks to the driver you tossed some notes at him before exiting the cab. Placing a cigarette between your lips you shakily lit the smoke, you hadn’t smoked for the last five years but once again life had another way of surprising you. Taking a long drag of the white stick you felt the nicotine fill your lungs, watching people scurry around the main entrance of the airport.

You had managed to find a last minute flight back to the UK which you were grateful for, you desperately needed to go home because for the first time in forever Monaco didn’t feel like home anymore.

Taking the last drag of the cigarette you stubbed it out in the cigarette bin, the crisp air wrapping around your shoulders causing you to pull the hoodie over your body, more tears filled your eyes as you realised in your broken haze you had picked up one of Charles’ hoodies. The smell was intoxicating, heartbreaking and comforting all at the same time. Mentally you cursed yourself for not checking which hoodie you were picking up but it was too late now, you couldn’t go back and change it.

Your body ached and your heart was calling out for Charles but you pushed through the pain, maneuvering your way through the crowds until you reached the check in desks.

Ignoring sympathetic looks of the older women behind the deck, you provided her with all the details you needed, not bothering to make any small talk with her.

As soon as you had your boarding pass you thanked her before rushing to the relevant gate. You didn’t have a lot of time before your flight took off. Pulling your phone out you sighed at your lock screen, it was a photo that Pierre had taken without either of you knowing. You and Charles were completely lost in the moment in an arcade you found when you were in the UK for the British GP. Pushing the memory to the back of your mind you unlocked your phone scrolling through the contacts until you found the one name you were looking for.

Dad

The dial tone echoed through your headphones and you reached the gate. You knew he would have been asleep due to the time back home but you prayed he answered.

“Hello.” His voice came through rough because you had woken him up.

“Hi dad,” you sniffled, blinking back tears. “Sorry for waking you but I-I.” You stuttered, squeezing your eyes closed, taking a breath trying to compose yourself “I’m coming home, I’m at the airport now.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he sighed, the sound of your voice told him something had happened “What happened?”

“Can we not talk about it right now?” You whimpered, finally sitting down taking the pressure off your leg.

“Okay,” he said softly before pausing. “Let your old man know when you land and I will come pick you up. Have a safe flight darling. Love you.”

“Love you too, dad.”

No matter how much you tried you couldn’t get any sleep on the plane, every time you closed your eyes images of Charles flashed through your mind, memories from the past 5 years to this evening. Your heart was calling out for him but you needed some time away, time for both of you to figure shit out no matter how much it hurt.

The flight was only a couple of hours but it felt like a lifetime had passed once you had landed in the UK airport. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you got off the plane, going through security and straight out to the arrivals terminal. The process was quick but you didn’t have anything apart from what you carried around everyday in your bag, everything else had been left in the hotel room or back in Monaco. Scanning the room you spotted your dad sipping a large coffee as he waited. The moment he saw you heading towards him, he placed the travel cup on the table next to him just in time for you to fling your arms around his chest, hiding your face in his hoodie. The feeling of his protective arms wrapping around your tight was comforting, but it wasn’t the arms that could fully comfort you.

“What happened, darling?” He hummed, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

“Me and Charles,” you whispered, pulling away as more tears rolled down your cheeks. “We’re over.”

Your dad’s face dropped at the news, he absolutely adored Charles, he saw him as the son he never got especially when both of his children were girls. He never thought anything would happen with you and the Monégasque. But what was more concerning was the butterfly stitches and bruising on your face. His rough fingers brushed away your tears. “Did he do this to you?” His voice was quiet but the anger was there at the thought of Charles doing this.

“No, it wasn’t him.” You whimpered, taking a breath. “I was involved in a car accident on the way to the race this weekend.”

“Oh darling,” he said softly, pulling you into a tight hug. “Let’s get you home.”

Charles jolted awake, his eyes squinting trying to adjust to the darkness. Confusion washed over him for a split second before the crushing weight of the heartbreak hit him. He was still lying on the floor of the hotel, his eyes were sore from crying and his fist had set from holding onto the engagement ring that only a couple of hours ago was sitting on your finger. Running his other hand over his face he sat there staring into the darkness for a few minutes before he pulled the black corded necklace from around his neck. Running his fingers over the ring he sighed heavily as he undid the clasp, slipping the ring next to the initial charm of your name. At least he still had this and the feeling of the ring against his skin would be a constant reminder for him, not that he needed reminding of how badly he had fucked up.

He managed to push himself off the floor, pulling his phone out of his pocket, sighing when he didn’t see any contact from you. Quickly unlocking the phone he called your number

The number you have called can not be reached. Please try again later.

More tears rolled down his cheeks, he didn’t want to believe it but he was quickly facing the harsh reality that he had lost you because of how he had been acting this season. His chest tightened not knowing where you were or if you were safe. Running his hands through his hair he screamed into the darkness, the screams soon turned into sobs as he made his way into the bedroom, stripping down to his boxers and climbing into bed. The smell of your perfume and shampoo invaded his senses as he stared up at the ceiling in the darkness. Nothing else mattered right now, he didn’t care about the upcoming races, press conferences, or championship. All he cared about was you but he felt like he was too late.

His world was crumbling faster than ever and he knew he wouldn’t be able to rebuild the pieces fast enough before he was crushed under the weight of it all.

He let the tears roll freely down his cheek as he called your number again.

The number you have called can not be reached. Please try again later.

“Come on baby,” he cried, roughly wiping his eyes as he opened up the messaging thread with you, before he knew it his fingers were dancing across the illuminated screen.

Y/N please Babygirl, please don’t do this

I’m so fucking sorry 😞

Please don’t go, I need you more than I need air to breathe

Je sais que j'ai foiré, s'il te plait, ne laisse pas ça être la fin pour nous. je commence. I know I fucked up, please don't let this be the end of us. I'm begging

Je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer. Je n'arrêterai jamais d'essayer de réparer ça. Pour toujours et toujours mon doux ange. I will never stop loving you. I will never stop trying to mend this. Forever and always my sweet angel.

Switching onto his photo album he scrolled through the album he had of you, right from the first photo of the pair of you. He knew this was torture but he couldn’t help himself, memories flashed through his mind which made him sob even hard.

All that was left was memories.

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc angst #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Hi! I love your writing and just wanted to know who you think the size queens of BNHA would be? Anyone that would be relieved if their Alpha had a smaller dick? Thank you!

Hey!! Thanks so much!! I hope you enjoy <3

n-sfw discussion below :D

Size queens:

Midoriya - When he first starts a sexual relationship with someone, he unlocks a massive part of himself that laid dormant before. That part is his floor length list of kinks and fetishes. Being a size queen is one of them. He loves to feel like he’s being ruined fully and completely, sobbing, drooling, the works. He also likes the idea that he can only get enjoyment from his alpha’s cock because they’ve conditioned him and ruined him to the point he can’t feel pleasure from small dicks. His pain/discomfort tolerance is very high, and he loves to prep himself for his alpha in advance, so no issues there. Midoriya is kind of a cockslut ngl.

Dabi - If sex doesn’t hurt at least a little bit, he probably can’t get off. He takes pride in being able to take it as well, he has that smirk on his face every time he bottoms out. Rearrange his guts, make it hard for him to walk, he dares you.

Those that enjoy a big dick, but not too big:

Bakugou - He likes to feel it deep, in either orifice, so bigger dicks are ideal. He also lowkey feels pride in his alpha’s dick being bigger than average lol. That being said, he’s not a size queen. There is a limit where he draws the line. He wants it to feel good, not hurt. He’s not a masochist.

Aizawa - He likes sex to hurt a little bit, ngl, so a bigger dick does give him the pleasantly uncomfortable stretching feeling that he chases. But too big and blowjobs become uncomfortable and prep takes too long and he can’t fit it into his schedule. There’s a happy medium in his mind.

Shigaraki - He’s a massive cockslut and definitely likes to think that he loves a massive cock to worship, but he’s also a massive wuss, and he doesn’t like it hurting too much. And he’s impatient and hates prepping himself. So, he’s a size queen in theory, but in reality, he just likes a slightly bigger than average dick.

Sero - It’s just his personal preference. He likes how a slightly bigger dick feels and that’s it.

Those that don’t care:

Mirio - He’s very much a believer of ‘size doesn’t matter’. He doesn’t care, he really loves whatever his alpha has to work with.

Todoroki - It doesn’t even enter his mind to have an opinion on what size dick his alpha has. His alpha’s dick is his alpha’s dick. That’s all there is to it.

Mic - Emotions turn him on, so as long as the dick in question is attached to someone he loves, then the size couldn’t matter any less.

Kirishima - Another big believer of ‘size doesn’t matter’. He thinks it’s very manly to work with whatever you have to please your partner, so if he’s pleased, he’s happy.

Hawks - Whatever it is, it’s his alpha’s. That makes it safe and perfect and beautiful. He finds average size easier to deal with, but honestly, whatever the size, he wouldn’t change anything.

Those that prefer an alpha with a smaller dick:

Tamaki - He finds the concept of a massive dick to be terrifying. He was very relieved to find out his alpha had a manageable size that Tamaki was very comfortable with.

Shinsou - He cannot stand alphas with big dicks. It truly pisses him off. He believes that the bigger the dick (physical), the bigger the dick (personality.)

Iida - He never watches porn and he waits until marriage, so he’ll accept whatever as the normal, but if he could choose he prefers a smaller dick. If you ask him why, he’ll just say it’s more ‘reasonable’. I don’t know what that means 🤷‍♀️

All Might - He’s a small man who’s injured and getting on in years. He doesn’t want his legacy to end because he was fucked to death, that would be embarrassing. A smaller dick is perfect for him.

(I genuinely couldn’t decide for Denki... Idk, I’m open to suggestions for him haha.)

#n-sfw #bnha #mha #a/b/o #omegaverse #alpha!reader #tamaki #shinsou #iida #all might #mic #kirishima #sero #mirio #hawks #todoroki #shigaraki #aizawa x reader #dabi #bakugou #midoriya

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babe i’m so sorry i wanted to do this so long ago and shit happened BUT IM READY TO DO IT NOW!!

so can i just say I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW SHE WAS A FOX AND THE MOMENT WHEN SHE TURNED INTO A FOX WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT LIKE THE BUILD UP TO THAT MOMENT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!

the way she ran to hide under sirius and nuzzled against him to reassure him??? god i love them especially when sirius was telling her to run and she did but still hesitated

AND THEN PETER OMG PETER!!! i would die for young peter. the way he was nudging her paw and she picked him up as she ran

but i can’t imagine how the marauders were feeling in that moment like having to hurt your friend to protect your other friend??? i know james and sirius felt horrible.

but the chase scene was so intense like i was at the edge of my seat the entire time!

when reader found the hole and was trying to get in but couldn’t because her shoulder? just imagining how painful that must have been is insane. and then moony trying to pull her out? i feel like people don’t realize how horrifying this is!

reader pulling through and squeezing herself into that hole shows how strong she is not just physically but her will too ya know?

but then peter comes along placing his little rat hand on readers paw and i can imagine it and it’s so cute 😭 and then he does a little dance to keep her awake tapping her snout if she does start to fall asleep. i imagine him like one of the little jumping mice from coralline! god i love this version of peter 🥹

AND THEN READER TEYING TO GET TO REMUS?? like even when she’s hurt she’s fighting to see her man’s and the way sirius was being so gentle with her 🥹

and LILY!!! THE WAY SHE WAS SO WORRIED ASKING ABOUT HER FRIEND!!! I LOVE HER SM!!! and when sirius was trying to hint that the fox is reader and lilys first conclusion is “OMG THEY TURNED HER INTO A FOX!!!” 😭😭 also dr lily is the best out there let’s be so fr! like she was on that shit like white on rice!!!

AND THEN READER GOING BACK TO CHECK ON REMUS!?!?!? LORD TAKE ME NOW SHES SO JDKSISSKSOWN and and then when remus looked over and saw reader he turned away because he didn’t want reader to see him like this ☹️ like he was ashamed??? BABY YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED ABOUT!!!

sirius’ little “no way in hell am i leaving her” 🤭 like omg stawp! he’s so boyfriend

but when reader was trying to make jokes to help lighten the mood even though she was in pain like WHY IS SHE SO CARING??? she always puts everyone else’s needs in front of hers like always trying to check on remus or trying to make sirius and lily feel better with a joke! like she doesn't really stop to think if she’s ok until there’s no one else around for her to check on.

AND THE WAND!!! YOU BROUGHT UP THE WAND AGAIN!!! HAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE THE WAND TALK!!! love how lily is like “you used his wand 😧” and reader is like “yeah 🤷‍♀️” LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL?!?!? and and lily bring up the fact the wand is a girl by saying “she’s picky” BUT BUT BUT not with sirius!!!! AND THE WHOLE “looks like rem’s wand likes us very much” YOU WANNA KNOW WHO ELSE LIKES YOU VERY MUCH?!?!? REM!!!! REMUS DOES!!! OPEN THOU EYES!!! AND WITNESS THE TRAGEDY OF YOUR OBLIVIOUSNESS!!!!

and the way i literally screamed when the moonflower survived!!! I WOULDVE CRIED IF ALL OF THIS HAPPENED FOR NOTHING!! (well not for nothing but you know)

also the whole talk about how reader has change and sirius awkwardly trying to explain her “proportions” have changed 💀 i love how they’re still like awkward around each other sometimes like yes they clicked when they saw each other again almost immediately but they still haven’t seen each other in years and things change. sirius realizing that reader changed in this way just reminds him and i think it’s cute

THE CUDDLING IS SO FUCKING CUTE BTW!!! PERFECT WAY TO END THIS CHAPTER!!! I LOVED IT ALL SO MUCH AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THIS BEING SO LATE!!!

honestly i might not do one this long for the other chapters probably just on my favorite parts instead of the whole thing but i doubt you even care for the long ones anyways lmao

OK THATS ALL IM GONE!!! 🫡

Ugh no! I absolutly love the long ones! They're my favourite thing I promise! And yes, so many things and tiny little details hidden in plain sight, right?

Going to Sirius for protection, and yet still being so worried for Remus because she doesn't want him to get hurt, like girl's bleeding and yet she's worried about her friends!

So happy you liked the chase scene, I was really trying to get the action feel vibes, and the tension going on like, yeah the boys are here but she's still in danger, it was so thrilling to write tbh.

Honestly, Peter is a total sweetheart at the moment, I feel so bad that he may or may not have a corruption arc, especially because I really wanted to portray his friendship with the boys, like he was supposed to be their best friend, and that's why his treason is as painful as it was (ugh so tragic).

Dr. Lily is the best, no one can change my mind. Like from the beginning she's shown to care for people, I thought it'd make so much sense for her to be some kind of healer or helper, especially when we're told by Remus that she was always kind and empathic. I really like the contrast between her and the reader, kinda of shows that women come in different shapes, sizes and personalities. Like they both care so much about their friends but in different ways, if that makes sense?

Don't get me wrong, I head cannon her as a brilliant duellist and I think she could have been a Charms teacher or even a fierce auror, but I think she'd be so talented because she trained in med magic and she always managed to keep her partners in one piece. Like especially when you think about the sacrifice she made for Harry, she was a brilliant witch and even if she never actually worked, because she was in the order, I still think she has great potential as a character.

I really love Lily, can ya'll tell?

Told you the wand thing would come back! Of course, there's a reason Remus' wand allows both Sirius and Vixen to use it seamlessly (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

YOU WANNA KNOW WHO ELSE LIKES YOU VERY MUCH?!?!? REM!!!! REMUS DOES!!! OPEN THOU EYES!!! AND WITNESS THE TRAGEDY OF YOUR OBLIVIOUSNESS!!!!

"Witness the tragedy of your obliviousness" might be one of my favourite things you've ever said. Also, it sums up Gilded Constellation so well, it's perfect, thank you <3

Ugh yes, my girl's spirits were lifted when she found the flower bc omg Wolfsbane potion, is a freaking URGENT NEED!

And the proportions part was a must, they're teens, after all, the tension is going to be there hehe. And of course there was cuddling, I think after the hell of a night she had, she deserves some cuddles. But also I just love cuddles, they make me soft.

As always, I love your analysis, thanks for sharing babe!

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alienguts · 2 years

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Crystalline (Clark Kent x f!Reader)

Summary: Clark gets affected by Kryptonite for the first time and needs Y/N to help.

Warnings: Injuries, blood, panicking, hurt/comfort

Request?: No

A/N: I’m getting to the point that I’m now scrolling through my music library to find relevant titles 🤷‍♀️

He was supposed to be invincible. Nothing could hurt him, nothing could kill him. And yet a tiny green rock had brought him to his knees.

Clark had been exposed to radioactive material before and it had never affected him like this before. This was nothing he had ever seen before. A glowing green shard that hurt him to simply be near was something completely out of this world. Just like him.

Y/N had tried her best to keep her wits about her, but she was so scared that she was going to lose Clark. The way his skin had greyed and his movements became sluggish showed her that something was wrong before either of them could piece together what it was.

“Clark, what’s happening?” she asked him, her voice shaking from trying to hold her panic at bay.

“I don’t know,” Clark said through gritted teeth. He was scared too, but he couldn’t let it show. He had to be strong for Y/N, just as he had every single day.

The shard had pierced through his suit and his skin, drawing blood and immediately immobilising him. He’d never felt such pain before, or any pain, and truly felt like he was dying. They needed to get it out of him sooner rather than later.

“Honey, I need you to pull it out,” he said as he looked at Y/N. Seeing her so upset broke his heart and felt worse than what was physically happening to him.

“Pull it out, how?” she asked, tears pricking her eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you any more.”

“I know, but it needs to come out,” Clark said. He placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, trying to reassure her. “It probably can’t hurt you, so you’ll need to use your hands.”

As soon as he’d said it, her hands started to shake. Y/N wasn’t too keen on pulling splinters out of her own skin, but a shard like that? The thought of making Clark bleed to death terrified her.

Get a hold of yourself, she thought. Clark’s going to die if you stand here long enough.

Y/N took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly, trying to shove her panic back down. She gingerly took hold of the shard and tugged on it gently, cringing when Clark groaned in pain.

“No, keep going,” he said through sharp breaths.

Just a single drop of Clark’s blood on her hand was enough to send her mind spiralling. The shard was lodged in between his ribs and she had a terrible feeling that it was close to his lungs.

Y/N took another deep breath and held it as she placed one of her hands on Clark and the other on the shard. She let her eyes drift down to meet his and saw him pleading with her to pull it out. Any words exchanged would just be a waste of time and energy so she just nodded before pulling on the shard as hard and fast as she could.

The scream Clark let out was heart-wrenching. He’d never made a sound like that in his entire life. He’d never needed to. Tears immediately began to fall from Y/N’s eyes as she threw the shard as far away from them as possible and she gathered him into her arms. He weakly clung onto her as she cried into his shoulder, trying to soothe her.

“Hey,” he said hoarsely. “You did what you were supposed to do.”

Y/N knew that she had saved his life, but his words didn’t make her feel any better. She never wanted to have to do that ever again or have to see Clark hurt. It only reminded her of just how fragile she was compared to him, how she could easily be squashed like a bug by something that would just bounce off of him.

“You’re still bleeding,” she said softly as she drew away from him. “I don’t have any bandages.”

“I’ll be fine, it’ll probably heal up quick,” Clark groaned as he tried to sit up, his ribs screaming in protest.

Thinking quickly, she tore a strip of fabric from the bottom of her shirt and wrapped it around Clark’s ribs in a makeshift bandage. A red bloom of his blood quickly appeared but she figured that it was better than letting him bleed to death.

“I know you were scared, but you did really well,” Clark said as he took Y/N’s hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand softly, his body shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his system.

“I thought you were going to die, Clark,” she sobbed.

“I know, I thought so too, but you were brave when you needed to be.”

He let her cling to him as she cried, getting all of her suppressed emotions out of her until she ran out of tears.

“What the hell was that thing, Clark?” Y/N asked as she dried her eyes.

“I don’t know, but it’s obviously something that’s only dangerous to me,” Clark said. “We need to keep an eye out for that, make sure we stay away from it.”

“I’d destroy every trace of that rock for you if it were possible,” she said.

“Thank you,” he said before kissing her tenderly. His lips were dry and chapped against her damp ones. “There’s bound to be more of it out there, so we just have to be careful.”

Y/N nodded and continued to hold Clark as he regained his strength. It was dark when they’d first found the rock and the sun was now starting to rise, a thin strip of light shining onto Clark’s face. The amount of sunlight was the equivalent of a drop of water, but it was enough for him to be able to move without being in pain.

“Come on,” he said, “let’s go home.”

“Can you walk?” Y/N asked as they stood up together. He gathered her into his arms and she felt her feet lift off the floor.

“I can do much better than walk,” Clark said as he continued to rise them both into the air.

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aleksa-sims · 24 days

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RL Story

CW: Pregnancy, addiction

Today I was looking for an apartment with my Mom. Nico and I need a new home. But about this issue, I'll tell soon.

However, I wasn’t feeling well. I had been feeling sick for a few days. My Mom took me to the hospital because I was pregnant . She was worried about my baby. So she called a cab and accompanied me to that clinic where I will deliver. Once there, my mother started to annoy me. 😒

Mom: I hope you’re wearing proper underwear.

Me: What?🤨

Mom: Always wear clean, neat underwears 'cause you never know what's going to happen? Especially now that you’re pregnant.☝️

Me: You really think I’m running around in dirty underwear? 😠

Mom: I didn’t really mean that. Anyway, let’s just hope your underwear won’t.... embarrass you. US!

Me: You're such a freak! I’m wearing normal underwear!!

Mom: Don’t you want to call Nico to come here and pick us up?

Me: No! Call your husband, if you need a cab.

Mom: Your Dad's working.

Me: Nico too!

Mom: Yea, he's playing soccer 😒 .... I'll call him. Maybe we need him here?

Me: 😞

Mom: You ok, A.?... When you were little, you & Ana were in the hospital quite often.

Me: That’s why I became a hypochondriac... You and Dad left me alone in the hospital. 😠 I was scared to death. A boy who was in the same room with me died. I saw everything. His bed was next to mine.

Mom: We couldn’t afford a private room for you and me back then. You had pneumonia. Since you were 7 years old, I had to leave you there alone. But you weren’t really alone, there was always someone with you. Your Dad, Grama, me....

Me: Dad gave me a Barbie, but I felt so sick, that I couldn’t be happy about it.

Mom: I'm sorry... that was a rough patch back there, but... we're better now.... And you’ll be wonderful mother. 🙂

After waiting almost 4 damn hours, my name was finally called!! The doctor said I had a bacterial urinary tract infection.

Doc: You really need to finish the antibiotic. This is very important! And drink a lot, please. Also, I recommend a 4-day bed rest.

Me: is this really necessary, Doc? 😬

Doc: Because of your high-risk pregnancy, it would be reasonable.

Mom: I'll be taking care of her. But, excuse me Doc. What about her addiction? Should she really continue taking these drug substitutes during pregnancy?? A smoker is also not recommended to continue smoking during pregnancy.

Doc: I understand your concerns. But physical withdrawal is a far too high risk for the baby. It's important that she remains withdrawal-free during the entire pregnancy. ....Since you’re already here Aleksa, you wanna see your baby??

Me: Yes! Sure! Thanks doc!

Doc: Nothing to thank, that's my job. Let's move over pls.

Doc: There he is!... Oh! Wow, that’s-.... interesting.😲

Mom: Is everything okay Doc?

Doc: I’ve rarely seen such an.... active baby. Look! He's constantly moving. I can hardly examine him, but-....ahh, well I did. So... size and weight are perfect, according to the week of pregnancy. Your baby is developing really well, Aleksandra.

Me: I think, I feel him? 🙂 Can that be? I feel a slight.... flutter.

Doc: Yea, absolutely! He's constantly moving. This kid’s gonna keep you on your toes or he becomes an athlete.

Mom: Ugh, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Sorry, A. he's gonna be like his Dad. 🤷‍♀️

Doc (to me): Um.... I wanted to speak to you privately for a second.

Me: Mom? Can you wait outside, please.

Mom: Hm?... Okay. I'll call Nico to pick us up.

Me: She's gone... Is something wrong Doc?😳

Doc: I think you've got withdrawal symptoms, right? Your baby seems very restless to me.... That your dose must be increased during pregnancy was to be expected.

Me: Ugh, I don't want that. I just want my baby to be healthy. You’re the only doctor here who’s nice to me. I trust you, so I’ll follow your advice.

Doc: I know my colleagues at the drug outpatient clinic are sometimes quite overwhelmed. Sorry. But we all here, just want to help you. I suggest we increase your dose by 2 mg.

Me: Let's do it. Thank you. 😞

Doc: Don’t worry! Your baby is healthy so far. To keep it that way, we simply increase your dose. I'll get your drug.

I had to increase my dose. I really got withdrawal symptoms, but I thought it was because I was sick. Anyway, my mom called Nico in the meantime. He was a little disappointed in me for not calling him. He was worried. I didn’t really talk much to N. the days before, because I was still angry about that girl, Patricia. 😒But I also did something..... stupid with..... Daniel. Nico knew about it. He and Daniel met behind my back, to talk about the divorce and me. (I'll tell next time.)

Oh and my Mom’s gonna move in with Nico and me, because of that bed rest I’ve been prescribed. This going to be.... funny. 😬 I felt a bit sorry for N.! But my Mother just didn’t want to go home! She stayed with us for 3 days. 😩😩

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #rl story #ts4 story #myrlgameplay #cw pregnancy #cw addiction

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alorhna · 7 months

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Alorhnas opinions on the NPC’s (mainly love interests)

And the NPC’s opinions on Alorhna.

This is my Dol AU: SongBird

(I’ll only be explaining Alorhnas relationship with the LI’s she’s currently interacted with the most!)

Color code: ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Black = nonexistent.

Green = neutral.

Blue = friend.

Gold = love.

Red = enemy/threat.

Purple = irreplaceable affections.

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Robin - childhood friend: robin is someone Alorhna grew up with and cares for in a familial way. While robin is in love with Alorhna she doesn’t feel the same way, she entertains his love and lust to keep him placated but for the most part tries to keep respectable boundaries.

When Bailey began selling Robin to the docks, Alorhna couldn’t stand idly by and took on his debt. This made robin fall even deeper in love with her, but it did make Alorhna more irritated around him and avoided him more often than not.

she still cares for him but he’s so weak-willed and it causes her to worry for his safety, especially when she sees he is very capable of paying his own bills if he really strives for it, just like any of the orphans they grew up with.

((Basically, their good friends just robins needs to stand up for himself more, Alorhna is stressed having to protect Him :D ))

Alex - friend, bestie, cowgirl.

Working on Alex’s farm while living the moors with the great hawk was the easiest way to raise money as well as have a safe place to live away from Bailey.

Alex and Alorhna quickly became Gal pals as they worked hard on the farm to develop the fields and grow in prosperity. Alex was the friend Alorhna needed during her recovery from the pain Bailey and the town had caused her.

Working on the farm with Alex helped keep Alorhna focused and helped her become stronger physically from all the labor of taking care of the animals and fields, and thanks to Alex Alorhna learned a few more things about farming and tending. She was safe space just like the great hawk.

Alex’s growing affections for Alorhna was slightly different than robin as alorhna was able to accept them a bit better but still kept a relative distance.

Eventually Alorhna would move into the farms, and continue to help rebuild the farm and fight back against remy. Living on the farm allowed Alorhna to have a peace of mind away from Bailey and still be close to the moors.

Alex helped Alorhna change the playing field, as now she was able to fight back more effectively against the cruel hand she had been dealt without fear or worry, as now she had a home and a family she could count on.

(I don’t see Alex as much of a lover as I see her as a friend. Just like most of All the NPC’s Alex falls for the Pc but she’s more than just a lover, she’s a friend, she’s family. She helps the Pc have a safe place to rest their head and continue marching forward into the fight.)

Whitney - nope. Can’t stand him.

Alorhna and Whitney simply do not get along they never have and never will. Whitney seems to have budding feelings for Alorhna but his bullying habits do nothing to assuage her to his side.

He was the cruel beginning of her bullying and one of the reasons why she couldn’t stand school at the beginning.

When alorhna returned from her period of time when she was missing and in the moors Whitney thought he could reign terror on her again, but boy was he wrong.

Alorhna had come back a force to be reckoned with. And it was a crude awakening for the boy who once had the world at his feet to be thrown down by someone he once mistreated.

(Personally don’t like Whitney, I haven’t dismissed him however as he’s a good way to raise combat fame 🤷‍♀️ Alorhna is very easily capable of defending herself now when she needs to especially against the likes of him so at best he’s an annoyance and nothing more)

Kylar - Alorhna isn’t quite sure what to make of Kylar, but she helps him out when she can. She feels a uneasy familiar connection to him that she can’t quite grasp yet.

Kylar seems to have an ever-growing obsession with Alorhna that is borderline dangerous at times, especially when he kidnapped her out of jealously. Alorhna managed to calm him down and placate him with her calm demeanor and voice.

But the mystery around him intrigued her quite a bit and she chose to let the incident play out. With her strong wings and nimble skill of skulduggery she could have escaped kylars manor any time she wanted, but when curiosity strikes you have to follow it right?

But the more she discovered the more she hungered for the truth. When Kylar showed her a portrait of his parents Alorhna was shocked half to death. Alorhna bears a striking resemblance to kylars mother. While Kylar seems to be completely unaware Alorhna has her own theories.

Kylar would eventually find a place in her heart when he helped build the lab in the orphanage loft, even earning a special.. reward from Alorhna for his great help.

His stalking tendencies are a little much but at least he keeps her safe from other stalkers.

((It’s my own personal head-canon that the PC and Kylar are half-siblings as it’s heavily implied when you first see the portrait of kylars family. In my AU, it’s canon that Alorhna and Kylar are siblings sharing the same mother, this doesn’t stop any lewd interactions between the two however. 🙃

While Kylar is currently unaware that Alorhna is his sister, Alorhna has already begun suspecting that Kylar may be her half-brother. ))

Great hawk - honey, love, feathered husband.

The great hawk saved alorhna when she collapsed in the moors, after having run away from Bailey, Alorhna was severely fatigued starving and dehydrated. She was very weak when but thankfully the great hawk had seen her form above and chose to save her.

He nursed her back to health in his nest in the highest tower, safe from any danger that may be searching for her.

At first Alorhna was petrified, from one danger to the next she thought she had met her end, when she arouse from her slumber to find herself stuck in a tower with no one expect a gigantic bird. At first very untrusting and unwilling she yelled in fury at the hawk.

The great hawk however was Unfazed and would bring her food from around the moors that she found most pleasing, like berries and fruits from the meadows. And as time passed Alorhna began to regain her strength and then some, being able to eat more food than she ever could at the orphanage and rest as much as her body pleased without threat of Bailey or her goons to attack her at night or of being sold to dangerous criminals to appease Baileys payments.

For the first time in her life, Alorhna felt safe.

After a few weeks Alorhna began to trust the hawk and he began to have faith in her, opening the trap door to allow her to come and go as she pleased. But she never strayed too far from the moors, adventuring to know the land better so that she may traverse between the farms and the tower that much easier.

To stay closer to the hawk whom she had begun to grow to love and care for. As time passed Alorhna became much more nimble and her voice became as sweet as honey from having been singing by the Hawks side, the hawk who saved her life and showed her that life wasn’t just about survival but also about thriving.

She wasn’t quite sure how it happened but after about two months she grew wings! Strong wings, and with her husband at her side she learned to fly.

Alorhna could have stayed at the moors forever and lived a peaceful life as a harpy. But life isn’t just survival it’s about thriving, so after a few more weeks of practicing to fly, she returned to the town.

but every few weeks when she had a break from school Alorhna would fly back to the moors to spend time with her feathered husband and bask in the safety of the moors and the freedom they granted her.

(Heheh here’s some backstory of how Alorhna became a songbird :3, if you couldn’t tell the great hawk is one of my favorites, Sydney being the first but the great hawk is a close second he’s just the best.)

Sydney - sweet angelic boy.

Sydney is the reason why Alorhna joined the temple and it’s strict rules and policies that limited her freedom. He’s been her childhood crush for years and one of her closest friends.

Sydney would always have a place in her heart for helping her find a good job to help pay baileys payments when the issue first arose and for protecting her in school when she was merely trying to study but would become the victim of bullies.

Alorhna had loved Sydney since the first day she saw his smile.

Once they made it to high school Alorhna and Sydney got that much closer, and eventually fell in love. It was a rocky road between following and respecting the temples practices and sneaking off to sin when no one was watching.

Falling deeper into love and lust and just barely skimming the edge of what they could do, of what they could be together.

When Alorhna disappeared Sydney never stopped praying for her, nor believing that she was safe and would someday return. And that she did, much more beautiful and strong than before but still he loved her at her lowest and loved her even more knowing she was safe and even stronger than when they first met.

A few weeks after her return, Sydney approached Alorhna with the intention of becoming ‘Promised’

Which alorhna proudly and excitedly accepted.

And under the light of the temple, they became

‘forever as one’

((Sydney is just best boy in my mind, he’s there to Help you in the temple and in the library he can lower costs of school clothing.

he can save you if you pass out in the school, plus if anyone tries to harass on you While your with him or on dates he becomes deadly protective. Like someone tries to harm PC ? Not on this boys watch.

He’s best boi and no one changing my mind.

I will die on this hill ☺️🪽))

Black wolf - doggy boy. Bark bark.

Alorhna doesn’t have any strong feelings for the Black wolf, at best she sees him as a companion, at worst a big fluffy pet.

He kidnapped her when she was gathering fruits and other plants in the forest near the time of the Blood moon. It was a begrudging time for Alorhna having been stuck in the wolf cave for days due to the black wolf and many of the wolves in the pack’s infatuation with her.

She did eventually warm up to them but it’s not in her nature to be submissive. Shortly after the pack began to trust her, Alorhna challenged the black wolf and became the next pack leader, now the wolves look up to her as she manages the pack.

But As she has other responsibilities, such as the temple, managing the farm, the cafe and visiting her lovely feathered husband, she’s not around much in the cave. But she does stop by every once in a while.

((Honestly I don’t feel any one way or another to the black wolf, he just exists in the game and I just accept it, maybe I’ll write some more lore for him in my AU but for now hes just there))

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Probably will edit this more in the future as Alorhna meets and interacts with more NPC’s and gets more lore and background of the town and those that reside in it.

But for now these are the main people Alorhna sees in her day to day life, and how she treats them as well as how they treat her.

#dol #alorhna the songbird #oc #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #degrees of lewdity great hawk #kylar the loner #whitney the bully #great hawk the terror #robin the orphan #alex the farmhand #Dol: AU songbird

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trashogram · 9 months

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Skeletor/Reader

Warnings: Sexual content. Yes, really. I honestly can’t believe there isn’t more smut for him but I guess he’s another niche. Also, the little dialogue is really lame, but the show was also kinda lame so 🤷‍♀️

“You - !” The sorcerer beneath you exclaimed as you shifted to grind down on him. “You t-twisted… temptress!”

Your giggle turned into a whimper with another slow roll of your hips, once again feeling him as deep as he could go. It was a languishing sound, rather than one of true pain. At this moment, you had all the power, whether Skeletor admitted it or not.

Even after insulting your build and existence as an otherworldly creature on Eternia.

That you’d been punished for having the gall to talk back, citing how not many Earthlings were body-builders should’ve left you completely cold to the idea of getting any closer to him or his toadies. As well as the snappish attitude thereafter when you innocently asked about anything, such as the BDSM getup that the skull-faced wannabe overlord would wear (“It’s part of my armor, you insolent little tart!”).

Yet, in the midst of his plan to instigate a battle with He-Man (“I really hope he continues to workshop that.”) once he was aware of a human landing in Eternia, the would-be conqueror had gazed at you from time to time since your arrival. Somehow you’d known and felt it despite the lack of physical eyeballs. And it had felt particularly intense every time, as if he were… interested.

Skeletor had decided, rather gleefully, that he was taking you to an undisclosed location to await He-Man’s rescue attempt. Killing time had led to impromptu sword fight training, which ended with you mounting Skeletor and holding onto his chest harness for dear life.

You obeyed the urge to lean down, covering his azure body with your own and surging forward to plant a kiss on his perpetual grin. It was hard not to grin yourself as he groaned and held you tighter.

Kissing his teeth was less jarring now, and the little thought in the back of your mind that he couldn’t feel them, which made you a teensy bit sad, had all but disappeared as his claws dug into your ample hips and you felt something slither out of his jaw to poke at you enthusiastically.

The tongue was also inhuman - thick and long but not flat, narrowing at the end like a serpent’s tail - and very easy to suck on.

The makeshift kiss made his sudden, powerful thrust upward catch you completely off-guard and you let go, gasping. Suddenly you were jolted upward, then held in a vice-like grip as Skeletor rutted into you viciously.

“Weak little beast.” He hissed, delighted after finally rendering you powerless.

#idgaf anymore #skeletor/reader #skeletor #he man #Motu

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shoheiakagi · 9 months

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Hello dear, can you do 🥀🌸 💗 ❣ 🌵 💝 💖 🌹 🌺 for the love of my life (Bandou) <3 <3

Of course!!

🥀 - Do they handle breakups well?

He definitely won’t handle break ups well. This is the same guy who couldn’t get over his kindergarten crush kissing another kid 🤷‍♀️

🌸 - What's their idea of a perfect date?

He likes to take his partner to those really cool looking retro arcades and play all types of video games there. Sometimes they would even go to local gaming tournaments together to watch those nerds go at it (Bandou’s words), and sometimes they would just play video games together in his apartment

💗 - How long does it take your muse to fall in love?

I can see him falling in love maybe around 5-6 months? Or at least thinking that he’s in love. While he’s not the most friendly and trusting person out there, I feel like Bandou can catch feelings easily, which only gets stronger as time goes

❣ - Are they secretive about their romantic relationships or do they not stop talking about it?

He will always be loud and proud about his partner, bragging about their dates, their sex life and how often he’s getting laid now, how his partner is the most sexiest person in the world

🌵 - How toxic would a relationship be with your muse? Would it be able to be fixed?

Similar to what I posted here, his relationship can get toxic if his insecurities get the best of him, causing him to be paranoid and not trust his partner, sometimes even snapping at them out of frustration

💝 - What's their love language?

Act of service!!!!! He’s alway showing his love and respect through actions, not words. Examples include carrying his partner’s bag for them, helping them with a coding assignment, carrying a large bottle of water around to make sure his partner is hydrated, etc

💖 - What traits does your muse find physically attractive?

Big boobs and a big butt tbh

🌹 - If asked to define love what would your muse say?

Someone who’s loyal and always has his back; someone who still loves him despite all his flaws

🌺 - Would they be willing to change any part of them for a partner? If not how far would they be willing to go

Hmm i don’t think so. He’s pretty stubborn and sticks to what he likes and feels comfortable with. He’s willing to make a change if it is something that hurts his partner or relationship (i.e. sometimes being an asshole)

#ty for the ask!#bandou saburouta #ask #ask game

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taestefully-in-luv · 10 months

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Okay, our time chapter 2, analysis, go!:

Again, with the tension between JK and Misuk, makes a lot more sense, knowing what we know.

This is the freshest thing in my mind lol forgive me for going out of order but the drinking. Idk how I didn’t put it together sooner! All the empty (and full) beer bottles, soju bottles, the glass of vodka next to a shot bottle. All subtle hints to how he’s living. We don’t know what he’s doing when he isn’t with Y/N, so the chances of him going home and then drinking there is pretty high, I think.

Y/N’s mom also mentions how things are easier to get through when you’re, and I quote, “[…] together.” I think that’s a definite hint to them wanting Y/N and Jungkook back together. They obviously are already aware of the divorce at this point, so I think it was a subtle hint to OC that she needs to (should?) stay with Jungkook.

The scene where OC calls JK “Ribbit”! I believe he said something along the lines of, “I just really fucking missed you”, and though I’m sure he was talking about the three months Y/N was in a coma, I think it’s safe to say that he was 100% also talking about the time they spent apart after the divorce. Obviously, at this point it time, both us readers and Y/N are too in the dark about everything to look at anything deeper than just surface level, so this was a really neat way to include some foreshadowing without being super in your face with it.

I also don’t think I really have to mention the physical affection again, but I will, anyway. Jungkook pulling away during the kitchen-shoulder-massage scene makes a lot more sense now, since we know he was obviously like “oh shit I’ve gotten too comfortably too quickly fuck”, and then (effectively) trying to deflect by hugging OC again thereafter. The amount of sexual tension during their little “sleep over” scene, where they talk about the wedding, was literally killing me. The image about JK spreading his ⚪️⚪️⚪️ all over her killed me the first time and it killed me again this time lmfao.

Also, Jungkook’s jealousy (bc that’s obviously what it is, in hindsight) makes more sense now, too. When she brings up the guy she bumped into at the market, and insinuates that she might’ve been sleeping with him (and possibly others as well), Jungkook changes the conversation. Also mentioning how he doesn’t wanna talk about “[their]” past sex lives— because they were both, as Y/N puts it, involved with one another at some point as well.

I think that’s everything for this chapter 😭✋🏻

Lmk if I missed anything? Or just lmk how well I did?

Still obsessed with your writing </3

🤍🤍🤍

chapter 2:

1. true…..but do we know everything? 👀

2. oh yes, our introduction to jungkooks apartment is the first huge sign that something is off with him! it’s supposed to represent everything he’s not (according to yn) but in ch 6 when we get his pov it gets talked about how this is his new normal and this is who he knows himself as now :/

3. it does seem like yn’s parents think that the best thing for yn and jk is to be together but they probably also don’t know everything. or maybe they do 👀 but we will see

4. exactly! in fact, yn even makes the connection that he was referring to the three months she was in the coma. because obviously for her, there’s no other reason for him to miss her that much

5. oh yes that little intrusive thought of hers was probably my own intrusive thought bc i added that detail in without thinking about it ahhahaha but it felt fitting so i kept it

6. he DEFINITELY got uncomfortable, yes. it’s one thing to keep their relationship a secret for obvious reasons but it sucked extra bad for him that he couldn’t give her a solid explanation for why he didn’t wanna hear about her possible sex life after him 🤷‍♀️ so changing the conversation is the the better route

it sounds like you got all the major stuff! it’s been a while so i can’t remember everything either but i’m sure you’ll have picked out more things as the chapters go 🥰

thank you for doing this btw 🥺 i’m having fun~

#our time

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madllamamomma · 1 year

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To all that it may concern:

Hi. It’s me, ya Mad Llama Momma.

Yes. It’s been a very long time, and I am sorry.

Since the start of this year I have been unfortunately going through, well, a lot. Mentally and physically.

Now that I am where I am today, in January of 2023, I see that I was at an all time low and just didn’t know it. 2022 was a year of me kick staring my healing journey of my mind, body and soul. And let me tell you it has NOT been easy. Between new multiple physicians and even going through two therapist (holistic therapy was kinda a joke for me personally), a liver surgery scare, coming to realized that I had an eating disorder, and stopped drinking because of said liver surgery scare, it has been a fucking exhausting year. (Note: I had a kind of contusion on my liver from some unknown trauma 🤷‍♀️. Yeah, my doctor didn’t even have a clue.)

Turning 30 also was very mind boggling to me, and I literally mourned my 20s for almost half the year and was crying about the fact I wasn’t where I thought I’d be by now.

I wanted to be knee deep in a blossoming career and making the world brighter and better. As last month, I officially quit my job and do not have plan to go back to the medical field at all.

I wanted to be wearing a size 12-14 and somewhat fit. But I’m currently a size 22 and the biggest and most out of shape and unhealthy that I’ve ever been.

I wanted to be a mother by now. But due to my overall health, it just wasn’t in the cards at that point.

I feel like all of our young lives we are told that we are supposed to be in a certain place by a certain age or we are failures, freeloaders, lazy, etc. But I’m coming to terms that this isn’t true and that 20s aren’t the official end of my fun youth nor the end of my life.

This entire year also sparked something in me. Sometimes we need to think hard about where we are at in our lives and evaluate if it was even worth it. Sometimes, things happens and makes us question who we really are and makes us think if we really are truly happy.

I realized I was using the Arcana and my fanfics to heavily disassociate and a way for me to escape our crazy world and in a very unhealthy way. It was great when it was working, but when it wasn’t, all my depression and anxiety came flooding in without any remorse, and I couldn’t even muster myself to write anymore despite having so many ideas.

I am happy to say that I’ve been in regular therapy session, I started ceramics again (where I make a lot of crazy sub par mugs and other functional pottery), my liver is almost all the way healed, I started back to yoga, and I’ve been losing weight safely for my health.

After being restricted all of my young life, I am feeling like I have been able to be my most authentic self than I have ever been and I feel like for the first time in my life, and I am finally thriving. I was afraid of entering my 30s feeling lost and feeling bad that I wasn’t a hot young 20 something year old, but instead I’m entering an era where I am focusing on me. And it feels great. It feels amazing.

I have a lovely husband who is my best friend and soulmate and that loves me and supports me, I have a wonderful set of found family that loves me for me and never ask me to change or to be anyone else other than myself, I feel like I can be creative without being restricted. And it feels great. I’m figuring myself out and I am so happy I am able to do it.

(TL;DR) For all the people out there who feels stuck, who feel like they can’t be themselves, who feel like nothing is ever going to change—please just know, it does get better. People are out there to help you, people who want you to be your best self. Sometimes it takes medication, sometimes it takes lengthy therapy sessions, sometimes it takes putting up boundaries with your family and limited the time you spend with them, and sometimes it takes just you admitting that you need help.

Please don’t give up on your healing journeys even if you family doesn’t support you. Please don’t think you are alone.

Please. Please. Do not give up.

Happy New Years my lovely hungry trash pandas,

❤️

Your Mother Llama.

#the arcana #the arcana game #madllamamomma #the real life #happy new year #get motivated #get help #please share #love your momma llama

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Barry Allens usually a very caring, sweet person, but kind of sucks at communicating, can be avoidant and indecisive, and doesnt (usually) like rocking the boat. we havent gotten much Barry in YJ, but i think we can see that in him, and i could see it (Barry talking AT Bart rather than with him, preferring to keep the peace than make a scene, etc) grating on Bart, bc hes all about blunt, direct action whenever possible (side note: Eds the same way. they probs appreciate that about each other)

I totally agree and think your “Barry talks AT Bart rather than with him” comment sums up their (potential) dynamic perfectly - Barry might not realise he’s doing it, but if Bart doesn’t feel equally listened to then that’s exactly how it will come across to him. I think there’s also the element that Bart is not Wally… Barry knew Wally his whole life, watching him grow up and learning the kind of person he is, while, as his uncle, Barry has always been a figure of authority in Wally’s life who he loves and respects. They had time to build their dynamic and create a strong partnership in the field that works - where Wally always listened to Barry and Barry would listen to Wally. Barry doesn’t have that with Bart and if neither of them are very openly communicative about their feelings and perspectives then that’s gonna get in the way of them forging a trusting relationship.

The other thing is, Wally’s power set was never as strong as Barry’s, which gave them a natural hierarchy where Barry was aware that Wally physically couldn’t do as much as him, and so, would adjust his instructions accordingly. Bart on the other hand can keep up with Barry - I’m not actually sure if they’re equally match or one is still slightly stronger(?) - but either way that will effect the dynamic they have working together. If Bart sees an opportunity to act he’ll act - as has been seen in his actions this series - it’s an instinct he probably learnt growing up in an apocalypse. With that, he’s likely going to get very frustrated if he feels Barry’s stopping/delaying him from doing as such for whatever reason - and again, if they’re not communicating those feelings to each other, then they’re just going to carry them over into their day to day dynamic - meaning a not so close relationship…

Or at least that’s one way we could look at it. I really need to refresh my brain on the Barry appearances throughout this show if I’m to continue down this rabbit hole of family drama speculation. I swear, we’re gonna end up getting confirmation on Bart and Barry’s relationship and find out it’s nothing but sunshine and rainbows… oh well. 🤷‍♀️

Thanks for your message Anon! (Side note: Bart and Ed are perfect for each other in ALL the way! ☀️⚡️)

#thanks anon!#ask box #my response #speculation #barry allen #bart allen #flashfam #young justice #yj #yj phantoms #long post

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My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: addiction, drugs, withdrawal symptoms

When I got up this morning, Daniel wasn’t in bed. It was only 5 am, so I went over to check on him. He was totally tense & restless. I knew what was wrong with him! I was in this damn situation often enough myself. But why does he have withdrawal symptoms? Actually, this should not happen! He’s got his drug substitutes, just like I had mine. 🤷‍♀️

Daniel got methadone when he started his therapy 2 years ago. Recently he stopped this drug with his doc and got other pills. Another opiate! One that actually just keeps you from getting physical withdrawal symptoms. It doesn’t make you high or anything. This drug only helps to alleviate physical withdrawal, with the goal of one day, to completely stop it. But since Daniel and I relapsed together 3 months ago and have continued to use drugs like two crazy, life-weary........ addicts, this drug had no effect. 😟 😢

Me: Daniel! 😧 Are you ok? Didn’t you take your pill today?

Daniel: I need... MORE!!! 👿

Me: You want my pill? Then you’d have two, but- ....ugh 🤦‍♀️ , what am I talking? 😩 It’s no use anyway! You need something stronger! I could take you to the addiction clinic!! There’s an emergency room & you’ll get methadone. I got that once there.

Daniel: I don’t want that fucking methadone! This shit just makes me even more sick! I will somehow get through the weekend and on Monday, I go to my doc!!

Me: You can’t do this! 😟 You need help! A cold turkey without medical help, thats....insane! 😨 But... can’t you call Dominick? I mean, he’s been getting us something the last few days? 🤷‍♀️

Daniel: I called D.! He went to that fucker Tarek, to ge me something! But he won’t be here till tomorrow.

Me: You know what? I’ll call that guy Mike. I’ll get you what you need.

Daniel: I can’t let that happen!😠 This is not good for us! I don’t want you to buy drugs for me and meet those... people alone!!

Me: I can dig that, you know? And tbh, I’ve met him a few times alone. He’s fast and uncomplicated. Don’t worry, I can do it.

Daniel: You stay here or go back to your parents. That might be best for you anyway! Or go to Philip or anyone else. But you’re not dating those fucking dealers for me. If, I’ll do it myself! 😠 🤕

Me: You can’t! 😨 And that guy, Mike, only comes when I call him or- ...Sofia!!!😲...Yeah, I’ll call Sof! She’ll help us! She owes me some favors! And I will stay with you! I will not leave! 😟 😢

Daniel: Idk? 😩

I called Sofia and she’s coming.

Me: She’s coming! It’ll be over soon. Come with me, maybe you can fall asleep somehow? You look absolutely exhausted.😟

Daniel: You talk like you don’t know what I’m going through. Do you think I can fucking sleep now? 😠... Look, I demand nothing from you! You don’t have to take care of me! Just please leave me alone and stop talking.

I left Daniel alone and took care of his kitty in the bedroom. I knew he was desperate and had hellish pain 😟 .....Some hours later, Sofia came! But Sofia couldn’t meet Mike yet, after all, she owed him money and she had none.

Sofia (to me): What’s up, A.? 😧 And... why the hell are you half naked?🤨

Me: 😭 😭 Idk what to do? He needs help! Urgent!! And I can’t do anything, he won’t let me.

Sofia: Did he hurt you? 😟 I will help you! No matter what you need.

Me: What? NO! 😩 🤦‍♀️ He’s really sick! I’m totally confused and worried about him, I didn’t even have time to get dressed, you know? Please help us! Can you meet this guy Mike?

Sofia: He-he 😬...okay, but you know? I owe him money.

Me: Damn, Sofia!!!! How much???? 😩 🤷‍♀️

Sofia: 200! But he said, if I return 50 today, he will come. I will need about 2 hours until I am back. Sorry. It’s not my fault, that motherfucker Mike needs an hour before he can come.

Me: Ugh no! Two more hours? But....come on in first.

Me (to Daniel): Sofia is here, D.! Only two more hours! Hold on! We can do it! You & I! 😟

Sofia: Holy shit!!! 😱 That’s not how I remembered Daniel!

Me: Sofia!! 😠

Sofia: I’ll get him this shit, but if something goes wrong, you have to take him to a doc!

Daniel (to me): Can we trust her, babe? 😕

Me: Don’t worry! Sofia’s never been to this damn club with me. She doesn’t know anyone from there and nobody knows her!

Sofia: You look like shit, man! Totally shit! I know how it feels! And believe me, you won’t last until Monday! You’re a smack junky!

Daniel: I don’t bang, you crazy freak! 😒

Sofia: The way you look...I’m not sure, dude! 🤨

Me: Shut up, Sofia! Daniel DOESN’T shoot! 😠 ...And look at yourself, how you look! I mean Daniel is going through hell rn, but you, you’re fine. Or maybe not?... Anyway! Can I rely on you?

Sofia: I’ll be back in two hours! And just by the way!I look like I always do. You’re the one running around naked.

Me: Well!...Here, take that! And now you owe ME,50 €! 🤨

Daniel: We just gave that sick person our money. If she doesn’t come back, I’ll kill her!

Me: Yeah, Sof’s such a pain! But she keeps her word! And now come on! Let’s go to the bathroom! Water has helped me with my pain and it will give you some relief. Just try....And don’t smoke so much Daniel, it doesn’t help! 😕

Daniel: Yeah, you’re right!... And I’m sorry, I was rude to you, I’m just not used to being helped. But I’m glad you’re with me.

Me: And I stay with you! That’s what I want! You were there for me too, but even if not, I would stay with you. 😳

Daniel:....Are you coming?... Just distract me, please.

I told Daniel to take a shower and it actually relaxed him a bit. He was still very tense and nervous, but I think, I could help him a bit, by just being there for him. All this made a strong bond between us. But we got lost and caught up in that..... intense rush of emotions. The perfect illusion. But the cruel reality will soon catch up with us and show us that we have barely escaped death.

And let’s see if Sofia will come back. 🤨 Actually I thought it couldn’t get any worse. But I learned that this is possible! Even when I had reached the low point, I learned, it can still get worse. Nevertheless, I am not a pessimistic person! I have always told myself that in the end, everything will be fine! 😟

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