#i know this is a fast left on what is happening on my blog tonight

[futureofthemasses]

Okay but good guy Gabriel fucks

#miraculous world paris spoilers #miraculous world spoilers #miraculous spoilers #gabriel agreste #i know this is a fast left on what is happening on my blog tonight #but we contain multitudes okay #we can thirst over several doctors and an animated man at the same time okay #just roll with me here #also ashlee said he looks like tim gunn and i cannot unsee it

[hauntedchoso]

GROUPIE LOVE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s so sweet swingin’ to the beat when I know that you’re doin’ it all for me…

How the JJK men fuck you after a show ft. [gojo], [geto], [toji], [choso], & [nanami] x [fem reader] nsfw warning. mdni. minors and ageless blogs will be blocked for interacting. cw: breeding in gojo’s, daddy kink, semi-exhibitionism, choking, degradation, name calling. established relationships in all despite the title! a/n: this is a repost from my old blog, which used to be a side blog.

Gojo is the singer. His icy white hair and electric blue eyes are quick to capture the hearts of his screaming fans—but those eyes only search for one person in the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat the moment he stepped onto the stage, and when he finally sees you, he flashes you that award-winning smile, bringing the mic up to his perfect lips. “How are we doing tonight, everyone? We’re going to play a song we’ve never performed live before…”

His presence was magnetic, attracting the attention of hundreds of screaming girls as he sang romantic melodies into the mic. You watched his Adam’s apple bob with each word and the way the veins on his hand stuck out as he clutched the mic tightly. Every lyric he sang told a story, and you knew better than all the other girls in the room—he was telling your story. The story of your sweet nights together, the nights you spent gazing into a sea of cerulean blue behind white eyelashes while basking in Gojo’s presence and the beauty of his voice. It was absolutely beautiful, the sweet vibrato’s and clear pitches that escaped his lips as he serenaded his crowd—but it didn’t compare to the beauty of his voice when he was underneath you. 

“Fuck, baby—just like that…haah, god damn. You’re so damn tight,” he moaned, unable to keep up with the way your ass slammed down on his thighs. The harder you rode him, the more undone he became underneath you—such a stark contrast to the confidence he always held when he took the stage. His long, pretty cock stroked against your gummy walls, his mushroom head grazing your g-spot when you raised yourself high enough, driving you crazy. 

“Satoru,” you mewl, absolutely loving the way his hands grip your thighs for dear life. You guys didn’t have much time; it would only be a few minutes before the rest of the guys returned to the tour bus, where you were holding Gojo as your hostage on the bench-couch in the small kitchenette. You ignored the burning in your muscles as you urged yourself to go faster, not giving him a chance to run away as you brought yourself down repeatedly on his warm cock that was throbbing so deliciously inside your clenching cunt. “Cum in me, daddy, I need it—“

“You better fucking watch it,” he moaned through clenched teeth, frustration seeping into his tone, the grip on your left thigh becoming harder. He couldn’t control how his cock throbbed inside you when he heard the word daddy, and it didn’t help that your luscious tits were bouncing so beautifully in his face. If you weren’t moving so fast, he’d have a nipple in his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around it. Quickly becoming overwhelmed by the way your tight cunt clenched around his raw dick, he squeezed his eyes shut, silently willing himself to last longer than he knew he would. He knew you weren’t on birth control, and if you continued to call him daddy in such a slutty tone…well, you’d probably make him a daddy. 

His frustration only egged you on more. “I want your cum in me so bad…haah, please…I’m such a little slut for you, daddy. Don’t you wanna fill me with your seed—“

Before you could process what was happening, Gojo had your back flat against the couch, nudging your thighs back apart as he slid himself inside you again, a hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “You want my cum, you fucking slut? Want me to breed you like a bitch in heat? Fine, you better lay there and take everything I give you.”

Geto is the guitarist. The way his gorgeous black hair falls around his face as he slings his guitar strap over his shoulder is mesmerizing. His gauged ears are sporting their usual shiny black plugs, which catch the stage lights with each turn of his head. You watch from the side of the stage, hidden from the view of his fans, as his fingers pluck his lucky guitar pick out from between his perfect teeth, bringing the pick down to play a warm-up riff. He gives you one last sly smile, and a sweet, sexy wink before he starts the opening riff to their first song. 

He played his guitar like it was an extension of himself. You watched as his palm slid up and down the instrument’s neck as he followed along to the score, making hundreds of screaming girls howl as he paused and swung it harshly to his right side, flipping it over his neck and catching it again. There was something different about hearing him play the same riffs on stage that he would practice with in the comforts of your shared bedroom, lounging lazily in your queen-sized bed as you close your eyes to the quiet strumming. No, hearing it on a stage was way more exhilarating—he might have thousands of fans in front of him, but you know he’s only playing for you. Watching his long, beautiful, skilled fingers tap away at the neck of the guitar, eliciting different melodic tones and notes when he strums gently. It almost reminds you of the noises his fingers elicit out of you. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He purrs into your ear. The same hand that was gently choking you was also keeping your back pinned to the wall as his other hand, shoved deep past the waistband of your skinny jeans, toyed with your weeping folds and rubbed gently against your clit.  He smiles down at his lucky guitar pick resting comfortably in your cleavage, loving the way the lacy shirt he bought you accentuates your beautiful body. 

“You looked so fucking hot on stage tonight….” You manage to whine out. Your heart was racing out of your chest, eyes darting all around the room that today’s venue designated as the band’s dressing room. A music tech, security guard, or even one of Geto’s band mates could barge in at any given moment, but his fingers were relentless as they slipped into your core. 

Your eyes rolled back as you felt your pussy welcome in his digits and clench around them. The hand around your neck slid up to your jaw, gripping your face and turning you to face him again. “Yeah? If I’m so hot, why are you looking away from me, pretty girl? My eyes are right here.”

He emphasized his words by curling his fingers against your g-spot, cutting off your mewls of pleasure with his lips and immediately sliding his tongue inside. You were so drunk, so intoxicated by his lips that you felt your eyes rolling back again before shutting and moaning into the kiss; a kiss that was way too short-lived. “Just one, baby. Cum for me just once, and I’ll dick you down the way your little cunt desperately needs it.”

You complied, reverting all your focus to his fingers until you finally came all over them with a loud, slutty moan. 

He whipped you around almost immediately, pressing your chest to the wall, pulling your hips out, yanking your pants down and unzipping his own before slapping his hard cock on your ass. “Say please, baby,” he whispers in your ear, taking note of the way you press your ass eagerly against him. 

“Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me so bad—!”

And before you could even finish your sentence, Geto was pushing into your warm pussy, using small, gentle thrusts to ease himself in until he was bottomed out. You could feel your walls sucking his hard cock in when his thrusts became deeper; sharp, percussive moans leaving your mouth with each slap of his hips against your ass. His pace was fast and mean, and you were completely enamored with the feeling of his balls slapping your clit. 

“Suguru—!” You could feel your orgasm approaching, your walls contracting and clenching around his pulsing cock, but that only made him go faster. 

“Dirty little slut. You love when I use you like this, don’t you, angel? Taking my cock like the sweet little slut you are…haah. Letting me use my pussy the way I want, wherever I want…”

Toji is the bassist. The long-necked guitar always looked so small and draped so beautifully across his large, muscular frame whenever he played—so different than the way it looked against your naked body on those nights he was in the mood to snap some photos of both of his beauties. His eyes met yours under the black fringe of his bangs, the scarred side of his mouth curling up into a smirk as his fingers found each string and plucked. 

You watched as his fingers danced across the four strings, mindlessly plucking at the four strings, amazed at the way the colorful stage lights were gracing his face and muscular arms. His bass lines were so effortless; he didn’t even need to look down at his hands while he played. His eyes would instead scan the crowd, casting uninterested glances at all the fans screaming his name, and occasionally coming back to meet your own, always accompanied by the sweetest, sexiest grin that reminded you that he was yours. The deep notes that harmonized with Geto’s guitar reverberated off the walls of the concert hall; they shook the speakers, the shook the barriers, they shook your core. But his deep bass lines were no match for how deep his cock always reached inside you. 

“Toji! Ah—fuck!” You choked out, tears streaming down your face as the tip of his cock repeatedly mashed against your cervix. “I’m gonna cum! Ah—please! Daddy! I’m really gonna cum!” You warned. 

“Yeah? Fucking cum then, slut. I’m not fucking this cunt for nothing.”

When Toji invited you to shower with him after the show, you weren’t expecting him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck you like a wild animal from behind as soon as the water hit your hair. While your showers together always ended in you two fucking, you never thought he’d choose a place so public, a place that puts you both at risk of being heard by your closest friends. This seemed to be the last thing on Toji’s mind as he continues to bully his mean cock into your aching pussy. His eyes remained on your ass, watching his cock pistoning in and out of you while your plump cheeks jiggled with each mean thrust. He knew you got loud when you came, and while it was something you were trying to suppress in order to save face from any of his band mates or techs that might be lingering around outside the bathrooms, it was his one and only goal. 

And you did. As soon as he reached his hand down to rub your sensitive clit, you clenched hard on his throbbing cock. Your back arched deeply against him as you squirted hard against the shower wall, a loud squeal leaving your lips. 

He grabs your wet hair, turning your head to the side so he can silence you with a bruising kiss. “Gonna do it again, mama? Gonna cum all over my cock again?” He whispers evilly against your ear once he pulls away, quickening his pace. His hips slap hard against the globes of your ass, the loud clap clap clap echoing off of the insulated shower walls. 

“Y-yes, daddy, I wanna cum again—“ your words were cut off when he slid two fingers into your mouth, groaning when you bite down on them. 

His thrusts were unforgiving, pulling out far enough so that his fat mushroom head pressed harshly against your g-spot when he thrusted forward and hit your cervix. You were so cockdrunk, Toji could sense your oncoming second orgasm before you could by the way your walls were clenching down so hard on him. Before you knew it, you were squirting again, this time pulling a louder, sluttier squeal from your lungs. 

“Good girl,” he praises, a wide smile spread across his face as he continued to pound you into overstimulation. “Music to my fucking ears.”

Choso is the drummer. You loved the way those spiked pigtails bounced in the wind as he head banged along to the loud thumping of his drums. His chocolate brown eyes would occasionally meet yours through the band’s set, peaking brightly above the black stripe across his nose, the purple stage lights reflecting across his irises. During the bridge of a particularly romantic song, he cast his gaze towards where you stood side-stage. With a drumstick tipped in your direction, he made sure your eyes were on him as he shot you a wink before his drum solo, as if to say, “this one’s for you.”

Choso pounded on his drums as if he hated them, shaking the stage and speakers so intensely with his mean percussion that you could feel your throat vibrate. You didn’t care what anyone said, Choso controls the show; he counts everyone in, he sets the tempo, he decides how hard his band plays by how he wants to play—and boy, does he play hard. He was often breaking his sticks and putting dents in his drumheads, going through countless numbers of each with every tour he went on. Everything about Choso was hard—the way he plays, his toned muscles, his thick cock, the way he fucks you. 

“Ch-Choso! Haah…h-oh my god, you’re so-!” Your hands clutched at everything they could grab so that you could hold on for dear life—the cymbals, the casings on the side of the drums, the drum stands themselves—but to no avail. “Fuck, you’re so deep!”

Choso snickered at your pathetic attempts to stabilize yourself, the sight only driving his hips against your ass even harder. He had you bent over his drum set, the harsh slaps of your skin-on-skin contact echoing throughout the empty concert hall. He purposely made sure to leave his drums on stage as he helped tear down the rest of the set, waited until his band mates disappeared, and ushered every tech, security guard, and janitor out before he stalked and captured his prey, dragging you back to his den. “Don’t run from my cock now, princess. Isn’t this what you wanted? You were giving me slutty bedroom eyes throughout the whole show.”

He paused his violent thrusts for a moment, driving his hips backward to slowly brush the tip of his cock against your g-spot. He marveled at the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him as he teased your sopping wet core. 

“Yes, baby…” you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the delicious stimulation. 

His hips jerked forward, meeting your ass with a singular mean thrust. “I’m sorry?”

You yelp at the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure, eyes snapping wide open as his fingers dig deeper into your hips. “Daddy! Yes, daddy! I want you! Please!” you babble desperately. 

Choso gave your ass one harsh smack before pounding into you again, settling on an unforgiving pace. He loved fucking you hard. Your walls always clenched him so tight, and he loved your cute little squeals you’d let out whenever his cock kissed your cervix. He loved how hard you always came from it, too—it only made him want to fuck you impossibly harder and deeper. His balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, and he admired the way your ass jiggled each time he slammed against it. The sound of him fucking you created its own erotic percussion that you both somehow loved more than the actual sound of his drums. 

“I’ma cum, ohmygod! Ch-Choso…daddy, fuck! I’m cumming!” You whine, unable to focus your gaze as fat tears blur your vision and spill down your face. 

“Good girl. Cum for me, pretty baby,” he moans, rubbing your clit in gentle praise as you spasm all over his throbbing length. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all fucked out and dumb on my cock.”

Nanami is the manager. His blond hair was always combed into a perfect style, and his soft, brown eyes focused on his surroundings as he effortlessly orchestrated the commotion around him. There was a certain calmness that surrounded him as he guided the band through every moment of post-concert teardown. Every once in a while, his eyes would land on you, where you sat quietly on one of the speaker cases backstage, ignoring his gaze with a small pout across your lips. 

The guys in the band would sometimes get a little too crazy after shows or on days off, and they have proved time and time again that they needed someone to keep them in check. Whether it’s passing out drunk outside of local bars, damaging and losing their gear, showing up late to sound checks, or simply being divas with attitude, Nanami swore that he was in charge of a bunch of children, and that you—his perfect girl—were the only one who could do no wrong. Even on nights like tonight, when you were upset with him for reasons that were beyond him, he was happy to pull you aside and get you in check as well.

His lips were on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth as he drank in your moans with fervor. His fingers laced through your hair, resting against the back of your head and using that placement to press your lips more firmly against his as his other hand pressed you against his body. He breaks the kiss for a moment to suck small hickies into your neck. 

“What’s got you so worked up tonight, my angel?” He murmurs against your neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps down the length of your spine. “I let you ignore me all evening, but you can’t hide from me now.”

“Kento…what-what about the guys?” You ask innocently, a small gasp leaving your lips as his teeth nip the skin over your pulse point rather hard. 

“Let’s see; Suguru’s in the dressing room, Toji and his woman are putting on a second concert in the shower, pretty sure I saw Satoru sneak onto the bus…” Nanami uses a finger to tilt your chin up, your eyes meeting his, “and Choso’s slutting himself out on stage. Where does that leave me to take my girl, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, he’s kissing you again, whisking you through a side door that exits outside behind the concert venue. Your eyes snap open as you feel a sudden breeze hit your skin, causing you to break the kiss. 

“Out here? But-“

He silences you with a hand to your throat. “Yes, pretty girl. Out here. Now tell me what you need, okay?”

Your eyebrows pinched in frustration. His strong hand choking you only aroused your needy cunt. You were supposed to be upset with him for being too busy for you that day, but the sultry tone in his voice was making you horny. 

“I need you…please, daddy. I missed you so much today. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

And before you know it, he has your feet off the ground, legs wrapped around his hips and your back against the hard brick wall as he bullies his cock into your cunt relentlessly. Your moans echo into the night sky, surely being heard by anyone lingering outside the nearby bars and restaurants as Nanami’s balls make harsh contact with your ass with each unforgiving thrust. “You like being a brat? Hm? Knowing daddy will fuck you nice and hard? I didn’t know my perfect girl was such a needy little slut.”

“Yes—yes! Right there, daddy!” You cry, pure ecstasy making your legs shake as his fat, veiny cock brushes the inside of your walls. “Haah—nnggh fuck, I’ma cum…” you slur, drool escaping from the corner of your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“That’s right, princess—give it to me. Give me everything. You like when I fuck you dumb, don’t you, baby? You’re so cute when you’re being a brat. Next time, though, I won’t be as gentle.”

BONUS FOR MY METALCORE GIRLIES

gojo's vocals / geto's riffs / toji's basslines / choso's drumming

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please do not steal my work.

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[thefallennightmare]

Arranged-eight

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: Okay, I lied. Here's a bit more fluff. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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Arranged Masterlist

The car ride back home was quiet, only filled with the breaths of Bucky and I. He had opted out of a driver tonight, saying that he wanted to drive his bride home. Despite our small fight earlier, I couldn’t help but smile. The signing of our marriage went off without a hitch, or so I thought. 

Bucky quickly signed the paper with a smile before sliding it over to me. With my own pen clutched in my hand, the tip was ready to glide across the paper but I pulled my hand back slightly, only for half a second, before I signed my own name. Now becoming Mrs. Y/N Barnes. 

I didn’t think he noticed but with the sigh that came from Bucky, I knew he had noticed my small hesitation. But could he blame me? With our fight earlier, I couldn’t help but question if this was the best idea. I didn’t care if there was an arrangement with him and my parents. 

But it was the fear of disappointing them that made the final choice for me, knowing what they had to go through in order to make this happen. 

Also, Bucky was the other deciding factor. I knew that there were going to be some disagreements between us so I could back out after the first one. He had gone out of his way to make sure I felt comfortable with everything, and I’d be lying if I said there weren’t some feelings growing for him. 

“Did you tell your parents?” Bucky’s deep voice brought my attention back to the inside of the car. 

I nodded. “My mom still is upset we didn’t do a big spectacle, but I think that's only because she wanted to show off to her friends.”

His flesh hand lay gently on my knee but still kept his eyes on the road. “Maybe we can have them over for dinner sometime next week?”

I nodded at his suggestion, but Bucky could still tell something was weighing on my mind so with a quick squeeze of my knee, he urged me to talk.

“I know I said that I didn’t want to sleep in the same room but it is technically our wedding night so what about a movie night in bed?” 

The corner of Bucky’s lips rose. “I would really like that.” 

He brought my hand to his lips and left soft pepper-like across the back of it. I felt myself melt at his intense gaze. 

We had returned back home rather quickly and as I began walking up the steps to the front door, I yelped out when Bucky had lifted me into his embrace and carried me over the threshold bridal style. 

“Bucky put me down!” I playfully smacked his chest. 

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t carry you inside?” Bucky defended. 

Barb had emerged from the kitchen when my giggles filled the large house and she looked at us amused. 

“Well, if it isn’t the newlyweds,” she was drying her hands on a towel, “I was just about to start cooking dinner. Any requests?” 

Reluctantly, Bucky set me to my feet but quickly intertwined our fingers; my flesh with his vibranium. I gave it a squeeze, unsure if he could actually feel my touch. There were so many questions I had about his arm and was dying to know the answers. 

“Don’t worry about dinner tonight, Barb. We’re going to order in. Why don’t you actually take the rest of the night off?” Bucky ordered. 

She eagerly agreed with a fast nod, bidding us a goodnight and congratulations before she disappeared back into the kitchen. 

“So,” I began while swinging our hands together. 

“Your room. Half hour? I need to take care of some last-minute calls that I missed.” 

I didn’t bother asking what phone calls he had to make, knowing that he wouldn’t divulge anything about it. 

Gaining some courage, I stood on the tips of my toes and placed a gentle kiss on Bucky’s cheek letting it linger for a few seconds. As I pulled away, Bucky blinked a few times, trying to regain his composure after being caught off guard. 

“See you soon.” 

I scurried up the stairs, excited to spend some more alone time with him. 

“Are you kidding me? That’s how the movie ended?!” I questioned, shocked. 

Bucky chuckled and gave a half shrug. “It’s a very open-ended ending. Let's decide how you think it should end.” 

We had been silently watching a movie of his choice and I stayed on one side of the bed while he stayed on the other, keeping our hands in our respective laps in the beginning of the movie. As it ended, our hands were intertwined at the fingers, his vibranium thumb rubbing mine. 

“Want to watch another?” I asked. 

Bucky took a quick glance at the watch on his wrist and nodded. “If it’s not too late for you?” 

It was only a quarter after nine and I wasn’t quite ready to have him leave yet. 

“My turn to choose.” 

Bucky chuckled and kept his gaze on me as I searched through the endless options of movies on the television. There was so much intensity behind them that I could feel it graze over every inch of my body. I chewed on the inside of my lip, feeling myself burning up the longer he gazed at me and when I felt his breath on the side of my neck, I turned to look at him. 

Our faces were millimeters apart and I swallowed a breath when he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, so slow. 

“Y/N?” 

I hummed at the richness of his voice. My heart jumped into my throat and my palms began to sweat. There was a shock that swirled around in my belly, filling with sudden want to feel Bucky’s lips; everywhere. 

He leans in closer, so slow. I internally groaned at how slow he had decided to close the distance. We both breathed and didn’t breathe, but our hearts were beating together in sync, so loud. Bucky is close now, I could feel his lips ghost over mine while the rest of my body is numb, frozen. I can’t feel anything, my fingers, or the cold breeze coming from the open window. All I feel is him, all over me, as Bucky cups my cheek with his vibranium palm, thumb grazing over my bottom lip. 

I moaned at the feeling which caused Bucky’s eyes to flutter shut. 

“Y/N..” 

I let out a husky breath, hearing him say my name once again, the deepness of it causing my core to twitch with desire. In a silent queue, I kissed his thumb, hoping he understood what I couldn’t say.

Our lips were finally tasting each other. The softness of his made me melt into his embrace like butter.

Bucky pulled away suddenly and leaned away from me. “I’m sorry, I should have asked-.” 

His apology was seized as I grasped his face, crashing our lips to each other again. It was a much more heated kiss than before. That one was tender and slow while this one was aggressive and sloppy, where your teeth are smacking together, and tongues are exploring every crevice of each other's mouths. We needed to feel each other, in every way. I nibbled on his bottom lip and Bucky groaned, hands clawing at my hips. My own hands slid up his chest and around his neck, fingers played with the ends of his hair and Bucky lifted me into his lap with ease. 

His vibranium arm wrapped around my back and scooted us closer up against the headboard and his large hands sprawled over my back and I leaned into him, pressing my chest against him. 

Bucky responded with a low growl and started leaving a mark in the crook of my neck. His name came off my lips in a breathy moan and I ran a hand through his hair, our hips began to move at a steady pace. 

There was a tension building low in my belly, warming the coil in my core, and I needed to let it go. 

An urgent knock pounded on the wood of my door causing me to jump slightly in Bucky’s embrace. He didn’t bother to let me go, only released my neck from his teeth with an annoyed sigh. 

“Yes?” He yelled. 

“Buck, it’s me.” 

Steve. 

A vibranium finger brushed the hair out of my face before another kiss was placed on my lips. I happily returned it. 

“This better be important, Steve,” Bucky called to the man on the other side of the door. 

“Wilson is requesting us at the lab. There was another issue with Dr. Banner.” 

Bucky froze under my touch so I placed a finger under his chin and lifted his gaze to me. 

“Everything alright?” 

I expected him to toss me off of him, muttering something about how it wasn’t my business however he kissed my forehead before softly setting me back onto my bed. 

“There’s this new tech my team has been working on and there seems to be another problem at the lab. I’ll be back late so don’t wait up, alright?” 

I nodded. “Be safe.” 

Bucky smiled. “Always, doll. Sweet dreams.” 

With flushed cheeks, body still feeling warm and reeling from our kiss, I couldn't help but worry about this last-minute emergency that was taking him from me.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan

[ser-rctslcyer]

Kneel My Knight || Marc Spector

Pairing: Marc Spector x Dom! AFAB! Gender-neutral! Avatar! Reader

Word Count: 939

Synopsis: Day 7 + Costumes

Warnings:  NSFW, Dry Humping, Hair Pulling, Costume Kink, Finger Sucking, Public Masturbation

A/N: These are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! Also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed I will also block!!!

Of all places to be doing this, you never even considered it happening on some roof fifteen minutes away from the flat. 

Pinned against the roof entrance, the cool brick sent shivers through you; in contrast to the way, Marc's warm body ground fervently against your thigh. He had pounced on your the moment the two of you landed on this building; not even taking the moment to fully let his suit dissipate before his lips found yours. He had blinded you with his hunger, apparent with each of his kisses; you thought you had made one too many innuendos on patrol and sent him over the edge. But how he breaks as you nip at his lips, putting the same passion he met you with, you realized his hunger was for something a little more invigorating. 

Snaking your hand up his shoulder, you held him by the back of his neck; your other gripping his hip tight. His hips stutter, whine leaving him as he presses himself closer. His hands lay flat against the obsidian breastplate you wore, fingers tracing over the jackal head etched upon it. From the pressure alone, you can tell he wants to touch you; that this barrier between you was driving him more wild. He was a sight; watching a man as strong as himself, crumble– mindlessly rutting against your thigh like nothing else mattered. 

The cocktail of his needy moans and desperate grinding left nothing but a carnal desire in your gut. 

One that couldn’t wait until you got home.

Swallowing his needy sounds one last time, you dug your fingers into his dark curls and tugged his head back. He breaks away from the kiss with one of the whiniest cries you’ve ever heard from him; hips buckling as he mewled your name. You shush him quietly, looking around to be sure he wasn’t heard by any of the sleeping residents before you turn back to him. 

“You’re so needy for me tonight, pretty boy,” you tease, enjoying the pitched noise that left him in response; adam’s apple bobbing, oblivious to the fact he was still rocking his hips.

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home,” you muse, watching how eager he was for a release. You didn’t know what exactly riled him up, perhaps the fighting from before but whatever it was the adrenaline was making its way through his system; driving his movements without care. 

“Please, I need you,” you barely capture what he said as the words tumble out of his mouth all too fast, “I need something.” His plea, his beg, his request– settles in your chest, and all of a sudden you feel wet. 

“Kneel,” you order, and without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. He peered up at you, curls stuck to his forehead and his lips slightly parted. Even though the mess of the man is a sight to see, it’s not what knots your stomach. It’s the way he looks at you, bright white moons shining in his eyes; emphasizing his desire for you.

He looks absolutely beautiful like this. 

“You can touch yourself but you can cum until I tell you to, okay?” you brush your thumb over his pink swollen lips.

“Yes.”

His costume shifted, bandages retracting from his crotch and he pulled out his cock. You lick over your lips; thrill shooting through your veins as he stroked himself with his bandaged hand. He didn’t seem bothered by the feeling of the fabric, making you wonder if he had done this before; the thought alone tempts you to squeeze your thighs. Your eyes don’t leave his hand, pumping slowly over his leaking cock. He takes his time, twisting his wrists to his liking, and occasionally rubbing his thumb over his tip; soft whimpers of your name escaping out of his mouth. You look back at his face, catching the lewd look on his face as tears escaped his pearly white eyes– wanting.

“Good boy,” you praise, using your free hand to stroke through his hair; feeling him shudder at your added touch and you tapped on his lips. “Now, open,” he does so without a fuss, taking your pointer and middle finger into his mouth. His muffled moans echo as he sucks, tongue swirling over your fingers while his hand jerks him off faster. You notice and tug on his hair again a whine leaving him again before he slowed down. 

The breeze feels like ice over the both of you as you keep your grip firm; shudders wrack through his body. He struggles to keep a normal pace and each time you correct him with a stiff tug and he steadies himself. The pads of your fingers press against his eager tongue and more broken noises leave him. He pants, slobbering more over your fingers, the desire for his release had reached its peak within him.  Full moons glimmered in his eyes, clouded in the desperate haze for pleasure. You remove your fingers, wiping them over his lips before he could beg. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” your command was quick and made him collapse; his moans rippling around his fingers as he pumped his cock a few more times before his orgasm hit him. His cum paints across your boots and you coo at him, softly praising him for doing so well. His head settles against your thigh as he catches his breath and your fingers gently run through his hair. 

He seems worn but you know better than anymore just how long he could last.

And you were determined to leave breathless by the end of the night.

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[yelenasdiary]

Complicated

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Florence is unhappy in her current relationship, but she won’t say anything, you’ve sat back and watch from the side-lines wishing things were different.

Angst & Fluff | 1.6K | language and drinking warning

AC: I hope you enjoy this x Thank you for sending in the request!

*This is a request from my old blog*

Once a month you and your closet friends would hold a girl’s night, movie, games, wine and what not. This was a great way to stay in touch with those closest to you, with work and other commitments sometimes time can slip through the cracks, and you’d find yourselves forgetting about having a social life outside of work. This month was being held at your own house and this time Florence was bringing her girlfriend which was rare as the woman didn’t seem to like spending time getting to know Florence’s friends. 

“Babe, can we go now please?” you heard the woman whisper to Florence whose laugh died off fast. “Just a moment darling” Florence smiled to her lover who you didn’t like much. Florence and her have been together for a little over a year now and at first you thought she was great, and she brought out a side of Florence you loved so deeply, despite your own feelings. But recently, over the past few months Florence seem down, blunt and the sparkle in her beautiful green eyes was fading. 

You respected Florence’s private life and didn’t say anything until a few weeks ago when Florence called you in tears. They had a fight, a pretty big one at that. You told Florence how you felt about the relationship and how you saw how unhappy Flo was becoming. The blonde didn’t admit it, but she didn’t deny it either. 

“Flo, I’m bored, I want to go. Please” the brunette groaned quietly to Florence. Watching the tension between the two carefully, you could see Florence didn’t want to go, she was having fun and you missed the smile that lit up the room no matter where she was. “Well, it’s been lovely girls!” Florence spoke in a fake happy tone. You eyed her girlfriend shaking your head slightly. “You don’t have to go Flo” you spoke. “Actually, we do, we have other plans” her girlfriend threw a fake smile at you. “Right” you mumbled. Florence stood from the table and thanked you for a lovely night before she left with the annoying partner. 

The other girls stayed for a while longer, but your mind was stuck on Florence and how she gets treated. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen her be controlled in such a way. Florence wasn’t one to take orders from people like this, so you were confused on why she’d let this woman control her like she does. 

Shortly after the rest of your friends left, you were cleaning up the mess that was left behind, wine glass in the sink, empty wine bottles on the countertop, left over snacks to be wrapped and put away before you heard a knock on your door. 

“Florence, you ok?” you asked, slightly surprised to see her standing on the other side by herself. 

“Yeah, all good. Molly said she left her phone behind, so I said I’d swing by and grab it” she smiled. You nodded, “of course, go for it” you opened the door wider for her. 

You could tell her vibe was thrown, she was tense and didn’t seem like she wanted to leave. 

“Flo, it’s right there” you said softly, pointing to the purple cased phone on the dining room table. “Oh! Right, I must be tired” she laughed, playing off she purposely skipped over it. 

“Florence is everything okay?” you asked, knowing it wasn’t. 

“Yeah. All good” she repeated. You cocked an eyebrow at her, “I mean it, I’m good” she said at your expression.

“Why do you let her treat you like that?” you asked, shocked at your own words that slipped out. 

“Excuse me?” Florence frowned. 

“Come on Flo, you’d never let anybody talk to you like she did tonight” okay, your mouth has a mind of its own tonight. 

Florence sighed before slipping into the closest chair to her. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know what happened… we used to be good and happy and now she’s just stressed, I’m sure things will be fine again” she admitted, fiddling with her rings. 

“Flo, if she’s stress that badly, that’s not fair on you. She shouldn’t be treating you like this. I hate it to be honest” 

“Y/n…you don’t know her like I do. She’s just going through some stuff”

“She doesn’t know you” you paused before your mouth finished the rest of the sentence. 

“What do you mean? Of course, she does. Look, I’m sorry if she ruined your night, I really am but I promise, I’m okay, we’re okay” 

“Does she know that you like to watch animated movies when you feel sick even though you’re an adult? Or how you like your tea to have more water than milk? How the smell of vanilla drops in the bath help you relax more than lavender does? Does she know that when even though nobody is watching you still dance around the kitchen as you wait for the food to cook? Does she know the little things about you at all?” you blabbered out. 

Florence looked up at you, speechless by the words you’d just said. “I… I’m so- sorry I didn’t mean to say all that” you quickly panicked, grabbing the rest of the dirty dishes to put in the dishwasher. 

“Say that again” you heard Florence say softly.

“Huh? It was nothing, just forget it, I was out of line” 

“Y/n” 

You took a moment to yourself, shaking your head knowing now you’ve just opened the worst can of worms possible. You swore never to tell Florence how you felt about her because you valued your friendship with her more than anything and you worried than maybe your feelings would ruin that. 

“Florence, I can’t sit back and watch you get hurt by her anymore. I hate it. You’re not the same Florence I once knew; I’ve grown to know this new Flo and I’m sad to say she’s not you. You used to be so happy and bright, your…your ey- eyes…they’re so beautiful and sparkle brighter than any diamond I’ve seen...You’re so beautiful and deserve the world, I’m not just saying this to make a point but…Flo, I’ve..I- I like you, I have for so damn long and seeing you like this hurts. I just” you stopped, looking down at your feet hoping she wasn’t truly listening. 

“Just what?” Florence questioned as she walked towards you slowly.

“I just…I just want better things for you. You deserve so much better Florence.”

Before Florence could say another word, Molly busted through your front door. “Flo what is taking so long!?” she groaned. Florence kept her eyes on you, a few small tears running down her cheek. Molly made her way to the kitchen, “oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt?” she said sarcastically before continuing to grab her phone from the dining table. “Don’t you knock?” you mumbled. 

“Sorry but it’s so fucking cold out in the car, Florence I’ve got my phone lets go” Molly crossed her arms. Florence turned on her heels and faced Molly, “When I bath, do I rather lavender or vanilla drops?” she asked suddenly. Molly frowned, “obviously lavender now can get go?”

You stood back and watched the two before you, Florence shook her head slightly, “How do I like my tea in the morning?” Florence asked another question.

 “Oh my god, what is with you tonight? Uhm, PG tips? I don’t really care right now baby, I’m tired and I want to go home” 

“Yorkshire Gold” the words slipped from your mouth, “and you like to let the tea brew before you add milk” you added. Molly looked at you and shrugged, “so? cool story you know how she likes to make tea?” she rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Florence snapped. “Woah, I think we should go” Molly replied. “No. I’m not going anywhere actually” Flo said sternly. Her eyes glaring at Molly with unspoken words. “Oh, come on, don’t be like this, please. Not tonight, we can talk about whatever” she paused and waved her finger up and down at the two of you, “whatever this is at home” she finished. 

“I think you should just go home and pack your things” Florence replied. 

“I’m just gonna be up in my room” you said quietly, slipping pass the couple. You closed the door behind you and tried to distract yourself while the two argued downstairs. You tried your best not to listen, but you always wanted to make sure things didn’t get too out of hand. 

Molly raised her voice more than Florence did and the things she was saying bothered you to the core, but again, you reframed from inserting yourself. Instead, you finally put away the clean laundry away that you folded earlier today. The house went silent shortly after, then, a loud slamming of your front door shook your house. Slowly you wondered back to the kitchen to see Florence frozen with tears running down her cheek.

“Come here” you said in an almost whisper, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her close. “She doesn’t deserve you” you added, placing kissing on top of her head while she cried. “I’m so sorry about all this” she said in-between sobs. “Hey, don’t apologise. You did what you had too, she should be the one to apologise” you replied, rubbing her back softly while she soaked your shirt with her tears.

“Di…did you mean…what you said…before?” Florence asked, slowly pulling away. You looked at her, reaching up and gently wiping her tears you nodded. “Yes” you gave her a soft smile. Her eyes looked back and forth between yours, “will you wait for me? I-I need some time to – “

“always” you cut her off without a thought, “always” you repeated. She smiled softly before leaning back into your hold.

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[tongueofsailor]

Eddie, My Love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a rough day at school and comes to you for comfort

wc: 1.5k

requested: by anon! "could you write something about Eddie being sad and down and fem reader sings him "Eddie My Love" by The Chordettes and it makes him happy"

an: this is posted on both my main blog (@sailortongue) and this one bc tags aren't working on my main

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Eddie had finally pushed Jason to his breaking point. He’d been on his usual spiel criticizing the social hierarchy when Jason stood from his table and snapped, “All of this philosophical bullshit is coming from the guy who couldn’t pass English to save his god forsaken life. Come on, Munson, you’re damn near twenty and still in high school. When are you gonna stop spewing shit and buckle down and study?”

Eddie’s facade faltered for a moment, but was instantly replaced with a shit-eating grin. “Looks like I’ve struck a nerve, Carver! What a rare outburst of emotion! Aside from your daily Shakespearean love confessions to your girlfriend and your presidential candidate speeches in the middle of school functions, of course.”  

Jason laughed humorlessly, irritation visible through his now red cheeks. “At least I act like I love my girl, all I’ve ever seen of you and Yn is her sitting at your side at your little circus show over there, like a dog. Maybe I’m not well-versed in freak etiquette, but I’m pretty sure that makes you a loser and a shitty boyfriend. Come to think of it, I don’t see her here. Maybe she realized she was too good for a stupid asshole like you and ditched. Can’t blame her really, it was bound to happen sometime.”

Without a response from Eddie, the blonde sat down again and continued to eat, receiving pats on the back from his teammates for his insults. Eddie remained silent, even when his friends tried to ask if he was okay. He obviously wasn’t, but they just didn’t know what else to say. 

After the last bell sounded, Eddie closed his locker only to come face to face with none other than Dustin Henderson. He plastered on the biggest smile he could muster. “Henderson! Hey man-“

“Cut the bullshit, man. I know you, and I know you feel like shit because you let a guy who ‘throws balls into laundry baskets’ get to you. Look, dude, with you in such a bad mood, the campaign’s gonna suck tonight. So, why don’t you just go home and maybe see what Yn is up to. None of us have seen her all day and we were wondering if she was out sick or something.”

Eddie intervened. “But the guys-”

“I already told everyone to go home, Eddie. Go take care of your sweetheart or whatever. If it was Suzie-”

Eddie scrunched his face up and shook his head. “Dude I do not wanna hear about you and Suzie. Ok, I’ll go. But only because I need to take care of Yn.” He started off, and Dustin was left standing in a mostly empty hallway. The younger boy knew that his friend needed Yn more than she needed him right now, but he also knew him well enough to know that he’d rather die than ask for comfort. But that didn’t stop him from being peeved at being brushed off so quickly.

“Thanks, Dustin! You give the best advice, Dustin! I’d love to hear about your healthy relationship with your beautiful girlfriend, Dustin!” He shook his head and scoffed. “The things I do for this kid.”

Eddie wasted no time after leaving Dustin in the hall. He headed straight for his van with every intent to go directly to your house. Upon his arrival, he clambered out as fast as he could. He didn’t want to show it in school, but Jason’s words had struck some insecurities. What if Jason was right? What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Waiting for you to answer your door felt like an eternity. When you finally opened the door, Eddie pulled you into a hug before you got the chance to even ask why he was there. The act he’d maintained since lunch cracked, the first tears trailing down his face.

You hated to do it, but you pulled away from him. The hurt look on Eddie’s face broke your heart and you tried to reassure him as quickly as you could. “I’m gonna hug you, I promise. Come in so I can shut the door, ok?” He nodded feebly. Once you had him off your doorstep, you grabbed his hand and led him to your room. You sat on the bed and he followed suit, sitting next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just want a hug?”

Rather than give you a verbal response, he pulled your body into his, arms wrapped firmly around you. You melted into his embrace as he laid his head on your chest, hiding his face. You two laid in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only 30 minutes or so, until he lifted his head and looked at you. 

“Hi.” He croaked, voice dry.

“Hey, baby.” You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Wanna tell me what’s got you all upset, huh?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.

“Do you-“ He looked strained, but you nodded him on encouragingly. “Do you ever regret being with me?” When he saw your face drop, he tensed.

“Not that I think you do! You don’t act like you do, you act like you care about me and you tell me you love me a lot! It’s just that, y’know, I’m not the type of guy girls like you settle for.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Girls like me?”

Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by your sheets. “I mean, you get what I mean. You’re perfect. You’re crazy smart, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and people just respect you so much. You’re intimidating, but you’re so good, you know? And-”

You felt your heart shatter as you took in his frantic state.

“Eddie, sweetheart,” You intervened gently. “As much as I would usually love your sweet compliments, I have to stop you there.” His attention was still on your bed, so you took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you. 

“I didn’t settle for you, first of all. You’re the best thing that’s ever come out of living in this miserable little town. You’re my favorite person, okay Ed? And yeah, I am smart, and good, but-“ 

“And beautiful and intimidating.” He interrupted.  

You softened and smiled at him. 

“-and beautiful and intimidating. But you are all of those things and more, do you understand that? You literally create worlds out of sheets of paper with made-up stats on them. And as if that’s not impressive enough, you share that with people. And they look up to you, Eddie. So what-the-fuck-ever if pricks at school think it’s stupid, it’s just what you like, ok? Are we clear? I don’t know who put these doubts in your head, but they don’t know you like I do, ‘kay?” He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and finally fully relaxed back into you. “Okay.”

As you stroked his hair, you listened to the sound of his breathing. Soon enough, it calmed, becoming even with yours, but the tension in his muscles had yet to dissipate. You two laid in silence for a comfortable time, until you began to hum a tune softly, hoping it would help him to relax more. 

Eddie shifted curiously, but didn’t lift his head. As you continued, he felt you gently tracing soothing shapes on his back, where your hand had ended up under his shirt. “Eddie my love, I love you so-”

Finally, his eyes met yours, confused, and you smiled softly before beginning to sing the words. 

“How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know.” You brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing his back up to his face and cupped his cheek carefully.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so.” Entranced, he leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, all while still staring in awe at your face.

“Eddie please write- just one line, tell me your love, is only mine.” In between lyrics, you moved your hand to the back of his neck, and landed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie my love, I love you so.” Finally, you brought him in for a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, a goofy smile appeared on his face. 

“Where’d you hear that song, sweetheart? ‘Cause I know little old me didn’t introduce it to you.” You giggled and shook your head. 

“No, you didn’t. I found some records in my parents’ old stuff and I’ve had it on repeat. Apparently my mom almost sang it at their wedding, just with my dad’s name. You like it?” He smiled and pressed another chaste kiss on your lips.

 “I think we should take after your folks.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader

[dontfall-inlove-withthe-moment]

Don’t fall in love with the moment / M.H

Matty Healy x female character

Word count: 1242

Warnings: non for this chapter

Chapter three:

I allowed my body to relax. After all, cuddling with a guy I had known for 12 hours wasn't the strangest thing happening to me at the moment. “Oh hi darling” He said to me in a raspy morning voice, I kept staring at him, i needed to address the elephant in the room, but i wanted to do it subtly, sliding the topic slowly so that way it wouldn't seem like i had stalked everything about hm last night, which i had.

“Are you famous?” Yeah. Subtle. He just looked at me amused “I guess you did your research last night did you?” I blushed, in an embarrassed way. This was weird, very fucking weird.

“Look Matty, I had a great time but I think I'm just gonna leave'' I said. At that moment I realized I was still in his arms, cuddling with him, in his bed. I freed myself from his grasp quickly, attempting for this situation to end as fast as possible “No wait, don't leave ¡This is funny Claire!” he said “No, no, this is not funny this is weird” i shrugged, how could he not see how strange all this was. “Oh come on, just because I'm famous this is weird? I'm still a person you know?” He told me, sounding rather amused than offended.

I let out a sigh. I didn't know what to do, this could be a common situation for him, but it wasn't for me.

“I want to get to know you better” What was he trying to achieve with this? I just looked at him trying to figure him out. “Go on” i said

“Let me take you out, tonight, on a proper date. And then i'll let you decide if you actually don't like me.'' He was such a cliche, I laughed and he looked at me, waiting for an answer. He was dead serious “Uhm, I, I mean” I didn't know what to say. Was I really going to go out with a celebrity? I mean I was the one who wanted to spice up her life, but this seemed kinda public, and was way out of my comfort zone. I remembered he was still waiting for my answer “Yes” I said and he smiled confidently “But, nothing public, I don't want to see my face in any article or rumor blogs” “Deal” he said and it was sealed. I was going on a date with him. Tonight.

He asked me for my number and he said he was gonna pick me up. Matty wanted the location to be a surprise. “Okay. So I'll pick you up at nine and you'll text me your address?” He asked and i agreed

After I left his apartment everything that happened slowly started to sink in and in that moment, panic began to intrude my thoughts.

When I arrived at my place my friend was waiting for me, worried but mostly intrigued. “Soo… Would you mind telling me where you slept last night? But more importantly, With whom?” I looked at her amused. How on earth do you tell someone you slept with an international rockstar?

“Uh, well, you know, with some guy” I said , trying to sound indifferent, not making a big deal of it. “Well duh, I know that. I want names girl, and I'm a hundred percent sure you know it” I sighed in defeat, I wasn't gonna win this one “Matty” I said quietly. Sophie looked at me blankly “Matty who?” she asked, getting more and more impatient with me. “Matty Healy” I stared at my friend, eager for an answer, but her face just gave me an annoyed expression “Oh come on Claire, why do you care so much, just tell me who it is, maybe i don't know him” I just stared at her. Was he really this famous? “No, no Sophie, I'm not lying, I did genuinely hook up with Matty Healy” I said, almost laughing at her.

“So you're telling me that Matty Heally is so desperate that he has sex with randoms he meets in bars?” my friend asked “Well first of all. Bitch. And second. Yes” I replied. This was all so funny, and weird.

We couldn't stop laughing, my boring life had taken a turn in one night and it was the most interesting thing that had happened to us in a while. We continued talking for continuous hours, catching up and gossiping about everything. “He asked me on a date you know” i told her giggling “No fucking way” she said “When?” I looked at her and told her that tonight but she suddenly stopped in her tracks, turning serious abruptly “Are you for real right now?” i looked at her confused, was this a bad thing, a good thing or what “Yeah… Why?” She gasped as if I had said the most absurd thing ever “Why? you're telling me you're not nervous at all. Oh my god ¡We have to get you ready!”

Sophie's girlfriend arrived at our apartment at 6:00. My date was at 9 but my roommate insisted that i had to look my finest and to be honest i didn't disagree, after all, he wasn't just any guy, the situation had acquired a new importance that a regular date wouldn't have normally, it could end up public, a little slip and my face could appear in the cover of a magazine and i wasn't really sure if i was completely okay with that.

I was almost ready by 8:30 but my only concern was not being dressed for the occasion, I mean that would be embarrassing, even for me. I texted Matty asking what to wear but he only replied with a “whatever you want” Ugh, what does that even mean.

Sophie's girlfriend, Laura told me to just wear something casual that I could wear in a pub, but elegant enough for a restaurant, again what does that even mean.

I ended up going for a black skirt, some platform boots and a red top, I guess this could work for any kind of date. Sophie was over the roof, I let her take complete control over my make up and buy, she knew what she was doing. I was so nervous, I hadn't gone out on a date in a while now and I was scared it would turn out awkward or worse, he would get bored of me. God I am pathetic.

When I got the text that he was outside was when the panic really started to kick in. “No no no no no. What if we get photographed? Or he gets bored of me?” I kept asking Lura and Sophie, while I ran frantically in my apartment.

I was getting way too anxious and this was getting out of hand. It was finally when Sophie grabbed me and talked me down that I finally calmed down. “Claire, this is just a date, cut worrying about what he'll think, he's just a guy anyways” She was right, this didn't have to be anything but a normal date.

When I came down to meet him, he looked at me amazed. “You look amazing,” he said, unable to hide the astonishment in his voice. I just giggled and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. We got in his car and I could already sense this would be a very fun night.

Hey beautiful peopleee, I’m genuinely so sorry this took me so long, and it’s also kind of short, it’s just that a lot of work to do and I just hadn’t had the time to finish the chapter, but I really hope you guys like it and always know I’m open to critics and comments 🫶🫶

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[larabiatasstuff]

Firstly I love your blog! Secondly could I please ask you to write a story about older terry? I'm someone who suffers with a nut allergy and I would love to see a story where he saves his beloved from her nut allergy just in the nick of time :)

First of all thank you so much for your kind words anon it really means a lot. 🖤As someone who suffers with a nut allergy herself I can relate. Of course I write that for you 🙏

It was date night for Terry and me. Like every Friday we talked about what we could do and this time we decided to have dinner at the new restaurant that opened recently. So we got there and a friendly woman guided us to our table. It was on the outside terrace where we could watch the stars. "It's beautiful here isn't it?" I asked him "But not as beautiful as you my love,you look breathtaking tonight." "Thank you honey, you look very handsome yourself Mr Silver." So we looked through the menus as a young, nervous looking woman approached us. "Hello I'm your waitress for tonight. What can I get you?" "Before we order I need you to know that I'm allergic to nuts so if you could get that information to the kitchen that would be perfect." "Oh, alright I... I will tell the chef." I gave her a warm smile. She must have been new to the job and I wanted to comfort her. "It's alright there's no need to be nervous, you're doing a great job." she nodded and took our orders and left. "That was very sweet of you my love." Terry said "Yeah I remember my first time serving guests and there was no one who had a nice word for me." Terry took my hand and placed a soft kiss on the back. "And that's exactly why I love you."After some time our food arrived and it was absolutely amazing. When we were finished we decided to stay for a drink and that's when I started to feel unwell. Terry of course noticed it immediately" Are you alright my love? ".I took a sip of my water" I don't know, I feel kind of warm and my stomach feels weird. I think I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I got up from my seat and made my way to the restroom. I looked into the mirror and froze, my whole face was red and I had a hard time swallowing and breathing. I knew I had an allergic reaction but unfortunately I didn't bring my purse with me where my epi pen was in. I tried to calm down but on my way to the door I felt dizzy and fell to the floor. I couldn't call for help and was desperately trying to get some air. "Sweetheart? Is everything okay in there?" I heard Terry's voice coming from outside, I tried to answer him but all I could bring out was a moan. Then he opened the door and his eyes went wide. "Oh my god, somebody call an ambulance my girlfriend has an allergic reaction, now!" he hurried away to get the epi pen out of my purse and injected it into my thigh. "Everything will be fine my love, just hold on. I'm here okay? Try to breathe for me, deep breaths just like that." he knelt beside me holding my hand and stroking my hair. Breathing already started to feel easier. "I'm so glad you came... I was..." but Terry didn't let me finish "Shhh don't talk my love, you need to rest. We're waiting for the ambulance to get you checked up alright? Just keep breathing nice and slow." Then the ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital "Well Miss L/N you were lucky your boyfriend acted so fast you almost had an allergic shock. I will keep you here for tonight just in case but you'll be free to leave in the morning." "Thank you doctor. How are you feeling my love?" Terry asked sitting beside me. "Much better. You saved my life Terry. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be here anymore." "Don't say that my love I'm always looking after you. I won't let anything happen to you as long as I'm alive and you know that.Also I talked to the restaurant owner and it seems that they accidentally switched your order with another one ". "Oh my the poor waitress, does she know it wasn't her fault?"Terry chuckled "There you are lying in a hospital bed worrying about others.Yeah I think he told her. Now rest a bit my love, I'll stay as long as you need me." I gave him a tired smile "I love you Terry Silver" he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you too sweetheart."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

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Here’s the roundup for June 2022!

Remember to leave kudos and comments if you check these out.

Feel free to submit you fics to the blog if you want to be included in future lists.

🌈 In the midst of a storm by @quelsentiment​ --- [fic post] [[WIP]]

ot5 | 51k | mature

Zayn didn’t know that a new story was about to unfold right in front of his eyes. If he had known, maybe he wouldn't have been so quick to claim that his life was quiet and uneventful, even verging on boring at times. If he had known, it was hard to say whether he would have stayed in bed that day, kept the bookshop closed, and avoided all that was to come or, on the contrary, gone to the pier himself to greet the newcomer with eagerness.

🌈 Vampire's Kiss by by @blaise-on-melancholy-hill​

ziam | 50k | mature

Zayn works as a servant and blood giver for a group of old and rich vampires. He just does what he's told, whether that's cleaning up around the big mansion house, or opening a vein for them. One day, he's asked to take food downstairs to the basement dungeon where there's a few prisoners in cells. It's not the first time he's done it, but there's something different about this time. He doesn't know what the new prisoner has done to deserve being tortured and thrown in here, but he can't just leave him to die.

It's too late by the time it dawns on him that he should've just walked away, and by the time he figures out that he should not get involved with this vampire, he's already way in over his head.

🌈 I drown with every kiss, I’m not used to this by just_a_blurryface --- [fic post]

ziam | 41k | mature

Zayn is an artist who fell in love with the chocolate sculptures he keeps seeing every time he passes by the chocolate shop. He didn’t intend to fall in love with the guy he’s met inside it too.

🌈 run away with my heart by storhan

narry | 28k | explicit

Niall’s a con artist who was only after Harry’s money, but he left with something much more valuable: his heart.

🌈 Killer by Avariiice

narry | 28k | teen and up

When Harry arrives in Ireland, he's hoping to leave everything in his past.

Then he meets Niall Horan and suddenly everything seems to fall in place for once in his goddamn life.

That is, until someone decides they'd prefer Harry dead.

🌈 Two Birds On A Wire by DaphneLoligo

haylor | 20k | mature

Taylor and Harry are best friends since childhood. One night, their entire relationship changes. They plan to just have sex without feelings, but when has that ever worked out?

🌈 I Know It's Weird, But It's Worth It by @restless-rebels --- [fic post]

zarry | 10k | not rated

Zayn's on a journey and Harry is there to help her along

🌈 Feeling Green by SyupeoBWanna

 ot5 | 9k | mature

Harry is not feeling well but he doesn't want everyone to be worried. He didn't tell anyone. A fight happened and is everything will be okay? A sickfic.

🌈 Under Your Skin, Over the Moon by Cowboying

horville | 9k | mature

Orville is leaning some of his weight on the table before Harry, where he sits tucked into the booth alone. What a terrible socialite he is tonight! He ought to be ashamed of himself. Dorothy would have already befriended every misfit in the crowd of afterparty-goers, the people who didn't quite fit in with the rest. He supposes it's alright the tables are a bit turned.

or, Harryween Weekend featuring Orville and Harry.

🌈 stay soft (but don't be gentle) by mywonderwall

gryles | 7k | explicit

The moment Nick hooks his arm around Harry’s shoulders and brings him into his side, as he has done so many times before, Harry knows he’s a goner. He hates that he doesn’t even know if his body would like what he thinks his brain likes. Because all those years ago, fooling around with Nicole in his childhood bedroom, he had been so convinced that he wanted her, so hot for her in his mind, and then…

 At least Nicole had been kind about it.

 He wonders if Nick can feel how fast his heart is racing.

🌈 All The Small Things by @restless-rebels​ --- [fic post]

lilo | 6k | not rated

Louis finally looked up, staring at the same boy from the laundry room, his hair dry and soft looking, a short quiff at the top of his head. “Hey, uh, Liam, right?”

The tall alpha nodded. “Not a problem, Louis?” The omega nodded. “Is your wrist okay?” Before Louis could answer, he felt a rush of calm wash over him, as though he took a shot of whiskey. He watched as Liam closed his eyes and smiled.

Louis cleared his throat, having forgotten for a second that he had even fallen. “I think so. I didn’t put all of my weight on it, at least I don’t think I did. I’m sure Harry will insist on wrapping it when we get upstairs either way.”

“Good, that’s good.” They stood there awkwardly, Liam’s hands still holding Louis’s arm, both just staring, neither saying anything.

🌈 just me and you (sweet endings too) by mywonderwall

gryles | 5k | explicit

Nick swoops down to kiss him, unable to help himself. “I want this to be all about you, alright? Nothing gets me hotter than you feeling good.” It’s true, and it seems to be something that is very Harry-specific for Nick. Or maybe it’s the whole “being in love” thing. Turns out, it’s not as overrated as he once thought. Under Your Skin, Over the Moon

🌈 Love and Hate (on Tour!) by lastdirection 

gryles | 5k | mature

Nick reluctantly uses his holiday time to go on tour with his boyfriend’s band. While his boyfriend’s best friend seems to hate him, Nick can’t bring himself to care, honestly.

🌈 we could be the ocean (or nothing at all) by caujinary

ziall | 4k | general audiences

Zayn finds himself helpless to the call of Niall’s sea blue eyes.

🌈 Welcome To the Family by Chai_tea_bea 

ziam | 3k | not rated

Zayn just wants his baby, and the universe grants him that wish, but it takes longer than he would've liked it to. It's all worth it though, when he remembers that he gets to be a dad, and gets to watch the love of his life be a dad.

🌈 Bluebirds Fly by @lh-home --- [fic post]

horville | 2k | explicit

Orville gets railed by his little bluebird on Harryween.

🌈 Louis-my-hedgehog by ColThKnighthold

zouis | 1k | teen and up

In which Louis has not a nice childhood, but does find love in the end

🌈 Naughty naughty by FeatherLight55

ot5 | 1k | mature

Subs Niall and Zayn are very sneaky, going out clubbing in the middle of the night. Turns out, the Doms knew all along and they are not happy.

🌈 Virginia is for Lovers by @haztobegood --- [fic post]

narry friendship | 1k | general audiences

Harry and Niall go hiking in the Appalachian Mountains.

🌈 never seen anything so obscene by sunflowerrry 

gen | 596 | not rated

Louis is performing live in Mexico and decides to do things a bit differently.

🌈 Snap, Crackle and Pop by Purple_Pixie143

tomlinshaw | 300 | mature

Just trying to clear these dust mites outta my head

#rare pair roundup #june 2022

[oriocookie]

drew please give me the ugly doll dream details I’m scrolling ur blog and v intrigued -meri

ok. a few things you need to know: 1) i was seven and had just gotten an ugly doll (the pink one, from the movie) 2) they were advertising for ugly dolls back then and if i remember correctly i saw an advertisement in a mechanic shop window? either it was that or nowadays its a mechanic shop window and back then it was something else 3) this was over 10 years ago so some things are fuzzy, especially dialogue and background details, but i promise i have the main idea of everything i can remember 4) anyone who doesnt have context: i dreamed up the start and what is basically a better plot to the uglydolls movie when i was seven. heres the full thing.

the dream started off with, and i swear to god, the exact same sequence in the movie. with the fuckin duck. he got knocked off the assembly line bc he wasn't perfect and he fell through a pipe and landed in a big pile of fabric scraps and fluff.

he was the main character in my dream and he felt bad that these other dolls always felt terrible about themselves because there were all these posters on the wall of what they were Supposed to look like. He tried to tear them down but they were made of metal and he couldnt get them off.

So he went up into the Boxed World (thats what it was called, everyone stayed in their boxes on the shelf and waited to be shipped out) and found a doll who's box was a little open. i think it was like one of those 18in american girl doll ripoffs. she was staying very still and quiet bc if any of the machines noticed her box was open shed be sent back for repackaging and if they did THAT theyd notice that her hand/thumb (cant remember) was a bit cracked and theyd get rid of her.

so this toy being a squeaky duck, he drew the machines attention, and then she just fuckinf. ran for it. bust out of her box, scooped duckie up, and just ran. duckie pointed out where to go to get to the rejects village and she jumped into the pipe

as she was sliding her hand/thumb broke off(i really think it was her hand but im having so many visuals of a cracked ag doll thumb attached to this memory so who knows)

and they both tumbled into the reject village.

doll was really sad that her hand/thumb came off so one of the other ugly dolls made a mitten to cover it! and she was so proud of it because the mitten matched the rest of her red clothes.

ok so there was a couple things that happened, i dont remember so blah blah blah fast forward

the doll tells the ugly dolls that theres a boat leaving tonight to ship the dolls to different stores. they all hatch a plan to sneak aboard and try to find families of their own. there was a big squishy group hug that i think im still yearning for deep down.

the way they got on the boat was to climb up one of the factory smokestacks and jump. and i remember a bunch of them surrounded the doll and became like a cushion since she might break and the rest of them wouldnt. and they jumped onto the ship and snuck down to the storage rooms, where a boxed doll yelled at them and said they had no place on the boat.

they just left her yelling in her box and hid under a bench?? i think it was?? on the ship deck.

anyway boat starts sinking

there was an unoccupied life boat on the deck and all the dolls clamber inside. then the other dolls in their boxes start floating to the top. one floats close enough and it's the mean doll from before. shes trapped in her box and pounding on the inside and freaking out.

our doll whips off her mitten and uses her jagged hand/thumb to saw through the mean dolls box and bindings and frees her, helping her climb into the lifeboat. she doesnt immediately throw her arms around our doll but shes a lot quieter about sharing a boat with "rejects" (i remember that she called them that bc i had JUST learned that word)

days pass. good thing toys dont need to eat. theyre all asleep in a pile when suddenly the boat bumps up on shore.

the dolls all sit up, falling off each other, and peek over the edge of the boat. the beach is pretty much empty, except for a few fishers and a walker.

the boat starts to slide back into the water, and they all scramble out. after a quick discussion, they decide to just scatter on the beach and hope kids might find them.

the duck takes a seat in the sand, and feels eyes on him. its our doll, watching him fearfully. "i'm scared." she says. "i'm broken."

"so are the rest of us." the duck says, moving to join her. "but i'll stay near you, and maybe someone will pick up both of us."

they both lay back on the sand, a few hours later, a little girl, about four, finds them, and takes them both home.

and every night, they get to snuggle up with their kid.

#none of them have names i am VERY SORRY #this is confusing as all hell #its almost 1 im going to bed #uglydolls #ugly dolls

[hummingbird-games]

Dev Daries

Feb 3, 2023

IT’S (me again announcing) BLACK HISTORY MONTH AYYYYYYEEEE!!!!!!! 

Okay, some updates of the Crushed variety???

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There are a few things I’d like to tweak before making the page public this weekend, one of them involving 1-2 more/different screenshots. Maaaaaybe some cute little graphics made via Canva?? But I’m starting to get an idea of the visual theme for this project. And it’s happening a lot faster than it did for HSD 😂

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If this conversation looks familiar, that’s on purpose. I just want to bring your attention to what I’ve accomplished since last time LOL! All that’s left now is to replace the white bubbles with a different color, which is annoyingly not simple??? I also keep putting it off because that requires making A Decision. And I’m decision-ed out 💩 

As y’all are aware, this is for the Black VN game jam. The original plan was to have a small enough project that could be done by or before Feb. 28, but this thing kind of ballooned and I’ve scaled back to “release 6-7k word demo with completed art and graphic assets, music, and text”. 

As of the time of this post, the full 20k something words are coded. I can technically play through the whole thing including the three endings and it’s quite a thrill. I cannot wait until y’all get the same opportunity!!! (Ending 2 still makes me sob like a baby, wheeeeeeeee!)

The plan is to have the game out Summer 2023, but that is dependent on 1) how fast the art is finished (because ya girl is thinking unlockable CGs, but also there’s the sprite art which ahaha is the highest priority...ugh) and 2) how I’m doing health wise. But I will keep y’all posted, and of course I’ve got fun things to share as we wait for the full game to release!

CGs might be up in the air but...voice acting is a thing that’s happening??

Just tonight I had my first live direct with a voice actor y’all and now I see why so many game devs become addicted to incorporating it?!?!? (It’s partial VA so don’t get too excited but get a lil excited because the finished product is gonna sound so cool.)

At this point you’ve maybe seen the character reveals?? Or you’ve seen me Crying On Main and missed the self-reblogs 😭 y’all, I did not want to do a m!MC game!!!! I even went as far as making a post saying I wouldn’t make a BL game (note to y’all, back up ya shit AND never say never). But one of my unwritten mottos for this studio is to tell stories. Tell the stories that won’t let me know peace until they’re out.

And Crushed wouldn’t have worked with an f!MC. And I quickly found out it this story wouldn’t work unless it was bi Black boy. 

the biphobia out here is something I’m going to fight until I’m 6ft under

Black boys and their stories are not a monolith, and I’m sick of teen media being written for adult consumption while disrespecting the teen demographic

one Black teen is going to play this game and it’s my hope, my desire, that they will feel less hollow inside when they finish...

So anyhoo. That’s your update.

If you’re looking for my “special brand” of game reactions and uncensored thoughts, I promise I will make the side blog public sometime 😭 I’ve been switching energy to books and I’m still trying to prove an author I adore wrong! When I asked her how does she balance gaming and reading, she looked into the camera and told me ‘you don’t’ and I hate that years later she’s still right...

And that’s that! I’m off now 🤪

- Gemini

P.S. I still plan on doing the bad endings for An Everyday Love and making it everyone’s problem, and that’s like half the reason I’m dragging my feet, so forgive me 

#NOT THIS GOING UP A WHOLE DAY LATER #gamedev #crushed vn #updates and rambles #game development

[maintainingidentity]

6/16/23--Morning into Early Afternoon

I wanted to wait to blog a bit later in the day, but I'm attempting a blog in order to regulate my feelings and thoughts and I'm currently upset. I want to mention, my family doesn't live close to me. I have a twin who lives two and a half hours away and my mom lives four and a half hours away. I often don't mind the distance, of course, I miss them, but I'm happy that they are living lives they enjoy. The moments I feel their distance the strongest is when I need help and support--a community or village. There have been times in the near eight months our foster child has been with us that I wish my sister or mom lived closer to help. Now that I have a baby and I'm doing my best to prepare for when I go back to work, I feel the distance from them even more.

On my walk with my MIL yesterday, I mentioned that my daughter will need to go to daycare in August when I go back to work. She will be three months old at that point and would have had her first-through three-month vaccinations. Plus, with me breastfeeding, she is receiving part of my immunity. Sending her to daycare is not ideal and I know being away from her will be hard. However, it is the only option my husband and I have. I tell my MIL all of this. She doesn't work, she nannied for a bit but decided that she didn't want to anymore. After I tell her about daycare, she offers to watch my daughter two times a week to help cut down on the expenses as well as to spend time with her. I'm not overly close with my MIL, in fact, I operate in a state of caution around her for my own peace of mind. I just feel like I can't be myself. However, two times a week with someone I know, in a more controlled environment, and with less exposure to germs sounded nice. I told her that sounded wonderful, I would just need to talk to my husband about it first.

So last night, I did. I brought up that his mother offered and he was thrilled. To me, the matter seemed settled and I went to bed feeling like my relationship with my MIL was turning a corner. Fast forward to this morning, she texts me to tell me that she actually won't be able to watch my baby twice a week. She said once a week or when my daughter is too sick to go to daycare. Once a week doesn't save any money, my daughter only needs to go four times a week because I'm off on Fridays. So I'm simply left feeling upset and a bit hurt. I know that these feelings are silly. She isn't my mother, I can understand how watching a newborn/arm baby for someone who is used to having an active and flexible schedule isn't ideal. I was just starting to feel accepted and supported though, so I think that's the problem. It's the realization that I'm doing this alone, that there are no women close to me that can help.

I feel isolated and kind of helpless currently. I want a village and a community that can help me. Women are supposed to have that. That's why all previous civilizations and other countries have multi-generational homes. Moms are supposed to have support from family to uplift them and help with their children. Instead, I'm doing motherhood alone. My husband helps when he's home. He is a wonderful father. I just really want a community of women that understand me and love my kids like their own and have a drive to help raise and protect them. This has been the hardest postpartum realization.

I don't have a happy or uplifting reminder currently. I'm sorry if anyone needs one. I'm hoping to reach someone soon who might understand what I'm feeling.

I might have another post tonight once more of today goes by, I'm not sure. I need to try and refocus and breathe. I need to get work done today since none happened yesterday.

Until later.

#mom life #motherhood #momlife #new mom

[fake-love-is-all-i-dreamed-of]

fuck my ex

He did it. My ex brought me back to tumblr. Dang, it's been a while... like over 10 years since the young, hippie-wannabe, angsty teen was making blogs about doing drugs from the earth and sharing psychedelic aesthetic posts. It's nice to be back, in a place where no one knows who I am and I can speak my mind. Journalling is fun and all... but typing it out just feels like you're empowered.

Over the last year, I dated the dumbest person I have ever dated... and that's saying a lot, as my track record is pretty rough. I met him somewhere I shouldn't have been dating anyone, and from there, things moved quickly. He moved in within a few months, if not a few weeks, and we were full fledged in a relationship neither of us were ready for.

I mean jesus christ, the man almost has more kids than fingers and a criminal record but somehow I was so desperate for love I couldn't resist. I'm not fully salty about the situation, I've learned a lot.... but recently, I let him back in.

It had been three months since he left, and we were going on a month of no contact. He owed me $20 that he was holding over my head for months and refused to give back... I let it go eventually (it was more the principle than the amount I was worried about... as well as I'm pretty sure it was some sick way for me to keep talking to him.. I'm now seeing). I finally started to feel better and was being more conscious of the lessons as opposed to my loneliness. Then bam, he calls me out of the blue one night when I'm out drinking with a friend. I'm still not sure how he can call me when I have him blocked, but he says "that's the good thing about having a blocked number". Didn't know you could do that. I guess I was more lonely than I thought at that moment, because little did I know... he'd successfully reel me back in despite all he's done to me, I let the bastard back in.

Over the next few days we may have chatted a few times, can't remember. He then told me he was moving away for work and wanted to stay at my house for a night while he waited for his flight. I said absolutely not, we went no contact for a few more weeks.

Then, all of a sudden I get a call that awakens me at 8am on a Saturday. He's on the way into the city and is going to be staying overnight at the airport for 24 hours to wait for his flight. Again, I must have been extra lonely, because I slept for a few more hours and then went and got his ass. On my way there he sent me my $20 back, saying nothing. I was like wow, he really wants something from me lol. He said he didn't want to stay the night, but I practically begged him. We had a decent day, went to the beach, had something to eat. He was still unable to talk about what happened that caused our breakup and how he treated me the three months after, which is something I want badly but he's honestly just not intelligent enough to have a conversation like that (red flag #50,000)... so I just allowed the time spent to be what it was. He was leaving for 5 weeks to work out of the Province, so what the fuck is the difference... it's just a day, right? Throughout our day and night he made multiple mentions of him coming back to my place every 5 weeks and staying. I actually considered it.

Fast forward to the last two weeks, he's been out of Province and calling me daily for the most part. I noticed he still has some concerning people on his social media that I asked him to remove, so deep down I know nothing's changed and I also know I don't want to associate with someone of his patheticness - but, loneliness sucks so I keep him on a little string chatting here and there just to feel something.

He then starts asking me for money again. He went out of Province to work with $0 and apparently has no food, or smokes. I've had no extra money so kept telling him that's why I couldn't send, but he knew my pay period and tonight asked me again. This time, I said honestly I'm not comfortable with loaning you any money because I work really hard for it and the last time you didn't give it back for 3 months. Well... all hell broke loose, and he started saying "fuck you, get the fuck out of my life"... totally freaking out like a child. I then made a few digs at him, basically just insulting his intelligence and character because it's clear the only reason he keeps talking to me is so that he knows he can have me on standby if he needs something.

He then started saying that the reason he did what he did (cheated, lied, scammed me, etc.) is because of me, lmfao. That's when I'm like ok brother you're actually fucked. I blocked his number and he started calling me, leaving me voicemails saying I'm a piece of shit and telling me to clean my house because it's the only thing he can say to me - I'm not a disgusting human being like him, so there isn't much to say to me. I know I did nothing wrong and I've always been good to his grimy ass, so I have nothing to worry about.

He called me a few times, left two mean voicemails that I didn't even listen to, just deleted - and now we wait. Now we see if he emails me or tries to contact me from another method - or, will he finally give up and leave me alone?

I am hoping that I am fully done at this point - I mean, he's never done this before but tonight he called me a piece of shit and some other mean things - so I think I'm good, as I don't tolerate that no matter how mad you are. I've been talking to other guys basically the entire time he's been gone, just nothing serious has come out of anything. It's not like he's my only option, familiarity just hits ya in the face sometimes.

At the end of the day, what saddens me is that he is a product of his environment and I am unsure if he has the intelligence to ever break that mould. Being with me gave him a view of life he had never seen before, coming from where he comes from. I don't come from much, but, I do come from a place of intelligence and life knowledge - which is something he just doesn't have. I hope that he can someday lead a good life, but that's just not my business anymore and I hope to keep it that way.

So just like when I got sober from coke some 7-8 years ago, here is day 1 of no contact. I hope to reach 10, 20, 50, 100 days. If I don't, I'll start again - but he has no place in my life and I can't forget that.

#breakups #fuck my ex #i hate my ex #ex boyfriend #lessons #life lessons

[velvetluster]

I get to see her tomorrow!! Ahhhh. Her flight got delayed, which is darned unfortunate for a variety of reasons. But even though it caused a little annoyance on her end, and a little on mine, it's okay. Just pushes us back two hours.

Looking at a new time of noon. So...13:30 left. Goodness.

I am so damn starving for her. I thought it was bad three weeks ago when we were coming back from Dallas, but this is a new level of frenzy. And I am just so, SO excited. Got my collar, got my harness, got a personalized paddle on the way in a few weeks, and other fun little surprises that she doesn't know about quite yet. Hehe.

And I've just been fucking HORNY on this blog too. I dunno what has come over me; usually when I'm visiting my parents I'm too annoyed to properly get aroused. This is the second time I've visited my parents since we've been together, and the last time I was in a MAJOR funk. From 2019 to 2021 when I lived here, I was in a funk too. It's not good, it's not healthy for me here.

But damn it if this visit doesn't have me in a seriously better headspace overall than ever before. And I have her to thank for so much of it.

Sigh. Y'all. Twice this week I've been in the middle of texting messages to her and just got too damn overwhelmed to even finish and had to come before hand. THAT has never happened before; usually I have even a modicum of self-control; but not this time. Sent her one video of touching myself last night, too, which was most sweetly (and hornily) received this morning. We've interspersed a metric shitton of sweet talking and serious talk with sexting (the three S's!) and all have been just cherries on top of lovely ice cream.

Goodness, I'm a lot crazy about her.

And damn have I ever been leaning hard into my subbiness lately. Blame tumblr, blame my followers for making stuff crash my dash (lol), blame her for being so damn fucking sexy and obedience-causing, but GOD I want to just be her pretty little puppy so often now. It was always there, but the need is heavier now. I'm all about anything with her, sharing myself in ways I never knew I could. She was at dinner with her family tonight (save for me), and I let her know about how I want to be underneath the table eating her out. And despite not being a super far-fetched fantasy, it's never one I've considered before (I haven't even though of her under the table sucking me off much either). But I do want that. I want to pleasure her in every way I can, and then some.

This week (and this app) reminded me of the sex appeal of hentai (still surprised at that), tickling, and pet play. Of how obsessed with her I am. Of the neediness that surges through my body so violently it could rip me asunder. I want her, I need her...oh baby oh baby. Heheh. 10TIHAY reference aside, it remains a most potent and correct statement.

Sigh. Sitting here watching a shitty Fast and Furious movie with my parents and just wanting my hand in her pants and my lips on her neck. So soon, my love. So soon.

Biggest kisses, warmest hugs, firmest ass grips, and all the "I love you's" in the world.

#J's thoughts #pinning this until i get her in my arms #So. SOON. #unpinning it now #had the best weekend ever!!! #🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[duckuwu]

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That's 645 more posts than 2021!

252 posts created (6%)

3,814 posts reblogged (94%)

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I tagged 2,955 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#criminal minds - 150 posts

#a league of their own - 129 posts

#art - 127 posts

#critical role - 109 posts

#motherland fort salem - 95 posts

#a league of their own spoilers - 87 posts

#batwoman - 85 posts

#vines - 69 posts

#criminal duck minds - 64 posts

#queued for your pleasure - 55 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it's such a complex issue because you know none of these people (including martha) would ever willingly choose to have not known the doctor

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I, uh, I'm too in love with the concept of long game slow burn Imogen/Laudna to even enjoy Dusk asking Laudna out tonight.

I don't know if it's purely because I just hate love triangles, or if I'm against it because we know that Dusk has a hidden agenda and their niceness is just a front.

As a multishipper, I'm leaning towards it mostly being the second one. I know it's partially Erika having some fun, which I'm not really against. But idk...

I'm glad Laudna left. Not only cause it was directly choosing Imogen (because Imogen is all she really cares about), but also like... I already wasn't liking the whole notion of Laudna potentially being interested in something romantic with Dusk only to inevitably find out that they've had an agenda this whole time. Dusk's inevitable betrayal was already enough for me to place a Do Not Ship this label on the relationship, but then you've got Laudna saying she's never been asked out before...

...and all my protective instincts just took over. I absolutely do not want Laudna being taken advantage of. And that's what Dusk would be doing at this point.

Listen, as a storyteller, I absolutely understand how this sort of betrayal could bring about a whole bunch of interesting narrative paths. And I'm sure it was more of a throwaway line for Laudna/Marisha, and again I know it's all a bit of fun for Erika and potentially a genuine (somewhat fun times) interest for Dusk. But given the context of what we've been given wrt Dusk, and now Laudna... it's coming really close to the first time CR has ever made me feel uncomfortable/unsafe in terms of storytelling. I've come to cr knowing I could trust that certain things just won't happen in game...

...but boy howdy Dusk taking advantage of an innocent and inexperienced Laudna is absolutely not a thing I want to have happen / watch.

((again, I know it was mostly just having fun and throwing chaos into the mix, and that Erika probably wasn't really thinking in terms of anything THAT nefarious. but wow. That got so uncomfortable and unfun super fast for me.))

I sorta wish we got to have that sort of a moment between them PRIOR to learning that Dusk is not a friend. Because seeing the kinda adorable, and innocent seeming, Dusk asking Laudna out probably would've been really cute and fun to enjoy. But context is everything.

15 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

I just wanted to say that I'm grateful for all of you I get to interact with on a fairly regular basis, mutuals or not. Seeing your urls still around just makes me happy.

I also really miss the folks who aren't around anymore. (I mean, I'm happy for them having lives elsewhere, I'm believing they're happy.) I just miss seeing them around and getting to interact with them.

I know the internet can seem weird and fickle, especially in this weird hellscape, but y'all do matter. you are loved. You are my friends.

15 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

This trailer is 🔥🔥🔥

20 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

Criminal Minds | Season 3 Blooper Reel Clip

AJ Cook & Paget Brewster

Some folks were asking for the clip I made this gifset from, so here you go babes.

Transcription beneath the cut.

[sound of crying kid in background]

JJ: We're here to walk you through this.

Offscreen actor (with attitude / sarcasm): You're gonna walk us through this? Could you run us through this please?

Emily: [indecipherable]

JJ/AJ: Not if you're going to be an [bleeped out: asshole] like that, I can't.

[cast and crew in background laugh. paget laughs. then up close crew yell CUT]

25 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Y'all I just wanna talk about this official poster for A League of Their Own for a second. I won't go too deep with it, but there's a HUGE thing that was done with this poster that you just don't see normally in marketing.

The Black people/characters are front and center.

That's just something that rarely happens traditionally (and it sucks). But here we have the two leads as the large and prominent focus, but Max is in front of Carson. Usually, when things are marketed like this, the white (or white passing / lighter skinned) person is put in the front. (I'm not going into the why of that rn, just one of those 'racism built into a profession that you might not question until you're like 'thats fucked up' situations you can look up.)

They took great care in making this promotional graphic. It was important to them that people knew that Max's storyline was as important (if not more) as Carson's. There's a balance and equality implied in this graphic. An emphasis on: this is the heart of the story we're telling. And that's just really cool 'cause that usually never happens, usually if there's a single white person in a show/movie/whatever they somehow always end up being propped up in front of everyone. But not here. And ugh even the little detail of the highlight around Clance and Greta being blue, which ties into Max (making sure your eye is drawn to Max first) is fantastic. They could've easily gone w red, to draw your eye more to Carson, but they didn't.

My graphic design nerd heart is so full. They truly took the time to think about things and get them right and I love it.

320 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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[fezco-youphoria]

Hold Up

a/n: my blog was not showing up in the search for the past couple of days. i hope its working now...

summary: Tensions rise when Laurie’s men show up at the convenience store unannounced, looking for a payout.

word count: 1.2k

pairing: Fezco x reader

It’s almost closing time at the convenience store. You, Fez and Ash have been working there all day. The place is pretty quiet now, you haven’t had a customer for the last thirty minutes. You sit on the counter by the entrance scrolling through your phone while Fez is seated by the cash register. At this point, you’re just running out the clock until closing.

“So I was thinking we could order pizza for dinner tonight,” you suggest.

“Word,” Fez nods.

“Get extra pepperoni this time!” you hear Ash shout from the back room.

“Will do!” you reply.

Suddenly a car pulls up right next to the entrance. Two men get out of the car and walk into the store.

Fez’s entire body goes rigid. He instantly recognizes the men. They’re two of Laurie’s guys - Bruce and Bruce Jr. Shit! What the fuck are they doing here? Fez and Ash weren’t supposed go visit Laurie until the end of the month.

Fez and his brother exchange a knowing look. Fez nods to Ash, signaling for him to be ready in case any shit goes down. Then Fez glances back toward you. Your eyes are still glued to your phone. You have no idea who just walked in.

“Hey, baby, you’ve been working all day. You should go take a break,” Fez tries. He doesn’t want you involved in any of this shit.

“Huh?” you look up from your phone, confused.

The first thing you notice is how hypervigilant Fez is. Although he’s trying to hide it, he looks tense and stressed out. Then you see two scary looking dudes have entered the store. You don’t know them but something tells you that Fez does.

“Okay,” you quietly nod.

You try to get off the counter but Bruce Jr swiftly puts his arm out, blocking your way. You freeze, gasping at how sudden the guy’s movement was. Fez jumps to his feet.

“Nah. She good where she is.”

With Bruce Jr’s arm out in front of you, you peak down and can clearly see a gun in his waistband. Fez spots it too. Then you and your boyfriend lock eyes. He subtly nods for you to stay put. You lean back against the glass window and remain seated on the counter.

“Yo, what the fuck? You know you can’t just roll into my store like this,” Fez shrugs.

“Last time I checked you’re not my fuckin’ boss. That’s Laurie. And she wants half of what you owe her right fuckin’ now,” Bruce aggressively tells Fez.

He almost gets into Fez’s face but Fez doesn’t flinch. Your boyfriend knows all too well that if he makes just one wrong move, this could turn violent very fast. He can’t let anything happen to you or Ash. He’s just trying his best to keep cool and avoid escalating anything.

“Yo chill! The money’s in the back with Ash. We can talk more there,” Fez says.

Fez opens the fridge door that leads to the backroom. Bruce walks through it. Fez looks to Bruce Jr, nodding for him to come over.

“I’m good. I’mma stay here with your girl,” Bruce Jr announces.

Fez shakes his head.

“Nah man. That not gonna happen,” he tensely replies.

“You got a fuckin' problem?” Bruce Jr asks. He rests his hand on his gun, readying himself to pull it out of his waistband.

You nervously bite the bottom of your lip. You don’t want to be left alone with this guy but it might be the only way for you, Fez and Ash to make it out of his situation unharmed.

“It’s okay, Fez! I’ll be okay…” you try to convince him and yourself.

“C’mon. She’ll be fuckin’ fine with BJ. Let’s go,” Bruce insists.

Fez shrugs. He knows this is a fight he’s not gonna win. He reluctantly nods.

“Be back in a minute,” your boyfriend reassures you.

You and Fez exchange one last look before he walks through the fridge door and takes Bruce to the backroom.

Once it’s just you and Bruce Jr, you cross your arms protectively against your chest. You stay off your phone so you can keep your eyes on the armed stranger.

“Yo! Where the chips at?” Bruce Jr asks.

“Over there,” you point down the aisle.

“Get up and show me,” he tells you.

Your eyes widen. This guy has a gun and he scares you, you’re too afraid to move. After a beat, Bruce Jr grabs your arm and forcefully pulls you off the counter.

“Hey!” you protest.

He shoves you down the aisle.

“Now fuckin’ show me where the chips at,” he repeats.

You take a deep breath and nervously nod. You take a few steps forward as Bruce Jr follows closely behind. You stop when you reach the chips section.

“They’re here,” you say quietly.

“See, that ain’t so hard,” he shrugs.

Bruce Jr leans forward to grab a bag of chips. He’s so close to you that he’s basically cornering you into the shelf. You squeeze your eyes shut when he starts breathing down your neck. You’re so anxious that your stomach is churning.

Fez and Bruce step back out into the store through the fridge door. Their business is done. Fez immediately notices that you’re no longer sitting on the counter. His heart drops. Panicked, he scans the security mirrors. You’re in the aisle and Bruce Jr is standing uncomfortably close to you. You look scared. Fez’s blood starts to boil.

“Yo hold up! What the fuck, man?”

Fez rushes to the aisle. You let out a sigh of relief when you see him.

“Get away from my girl!”

Your boyfriend moves toward you when Bruce Jr abruptly pulls his gun out of his waistband. He points it at Fez, causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Whoa there, pretty boy. I’ll fold yo’ shit right here,” Bruce Jr threatens Fez.

“No!” you gasp.

Fez coldly stares down Bruce Jr, trying to figure out his next move. It’s so tense and quiet, you can hear a pin drop. And then-

Bruce arrives at the aisle, standing next to Fez. When he sees Bruce Jr with the gun, he rolls his eyes. He almost looks annoyed.

“Yo, BJ, put the fuckin' gun down! It’s time to go,” Bruce says impatiently before walking out of the store.

Bruce Jr snickers and puts the gun down. He roughly grabs your wrist and pushes you toward Fez, before following Bruce out of the store.

Your boyfriend catches you in his arms.

“You okay?” Fez asks with concern.

“Yeah. Are you okay?”

Fez nods. He looks back and sees Bruce and Bruce Jr get into their car. They start to drive off and Fez goes outside to watch them go. He wants to make sure they’re gone for good.

“Fezco…” you call out your boyfriend's name, trying to get his attention. You step outside to join him.

As soon as the car is no longer in view, Fez turns around and pulls you into a big hug.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he apologizes.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you nuzzle your head into his neck.

“Let’s go home.”

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