#im old and so not feel comfortable reblogging from someone that does not have their shit clearly labeled

[bottlehawk]

i also reblog a lot of old homestuck posts to archive on tumblr and im curious, what are some of the more notable blogs with the most material youve seen? like yknow the old blogs that were active in 2011-2015 with hundreds of hs posts? if you feel comfortable listing them of course

you will probably have to regularly re-ask me this because for someone who does so much looking through old blogs i don't write a lot of them down haha. probably because i find and go through so many at a time, and sometimes i'm looking for different things. but yeah uhhh off the top of my head some blogs from my recent memory that might be of interest to you.

@homestuckarts <- I like the art in here a lot more than some other archive blogs that just store EVERYTHING that was in the homestuck tag haha

@homestuck-funny <- What it sounds like.

@nestletrollhouse <- Doesn't tag characters but tags the type of art it is (full body, headshot).

@homestuckpixelblog <- Only pixels. Go through the gif tag for some really fun stuff.

@wunderscheisse <- Prime example of a good old-fandom HS artist who has a good tagging system and so you consistently get good, searchable art in their reblogs. My favorite. @sollay-b is also an example of this although they're more recent-ish and don't have as much rbs from older posts.

@qualityhsfanart <- Pretty decent. Probably one of the bigger blogs to go through in terms of sifting through posts. Like. A fuckton.

@veryhomestuck <- One of those "just-for-me" archives I love so much. It's like walking through someone's old house. Is that creepy? Idk.

tutorial-level gamer strat: when you're scrolling through a post's reblogs and trying to find old blogs to look for, i get very good green flags for rebloggable gold mines from blogs that begin with "fuckyeah", have "homestuck" or "hs" anywhere in there, "daily", or my favorite - anything with "archive" or "archived" somewhere in the name (usually made by people who've gone inactive but care enough to store everything and also care enough to meticulously tag their reblogs).

#bottlehawk text #asks #homestuck #that's definitely not even close to all of them but i think it's a nice handful. #and yeah you're allowed to keep asking lol. but give me a month or so for it to be different haha #godspeed anon. have fun in there

[autisticgirliesbracket]

What makes Futaba Sakura from Persona 5 the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Futaba-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Futaba in the bottom left corner. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"She’s a hikkikomori and a hacker genius. She initially has bad social anxiety due to trauma and does not leave her room."

"She's just like me fr fr (im autistic girlie)"

"Generally described as being incredibly introverted and socially anxious, however having no problem opening up if the conversation is about something that interests her. She also has a deep interest in hacking and computers (if the protagonist claims to have built his own PC, she asks for the specific details on it, such as GPU, CPU, RAM, ect.) There are more details I feel are autistic but I'm not sure how to word them !!"

"Talks in Video Game references and wired expressions. At one point she leaves a conversation because an Anime she wanted to watch was on. Helped me come to terms with my own Autism. Covered her face with a weird mask and a towel (separate events) because she didn't want to show her face in Public. Gets pissed off that someone messes with the her Neo Featherman Figure (basically the Persona equivalent of Power Rangers or Super Sentai). Overall just a massive nerd."

"First of all: The way she sits . little gremlin girl. Second of all. Social awkwardness (she has SO MUCH). Third. She's 15 years old and an international hacker, i mean come on, you cant DO THAt unless youre at least a little autistic. 4. Constantly tries to wear things over her head to avoid being looked at. Five. Her room is the dirtiest place on the planet, filled with snacks and figurines etc. Sixth. Look come on please shes autistic"

"She has social anxiety, doesn't really understand social norms and relates a lot of her real life experiences to video games. She also hyperfixates on the things she's working on and says a lot of strange things without thinking about it."

"Futaba is intensely afraid of social interaction (living in her room for years, unable to exit the house without a meltdown), including her almost constantly wearing headphones (which, to be, read as sensory comfort items). She's only really comfortable around her close friends and family, around who she becomes a lot more excitable and energetic. She has deep and passionate interests in the things she loves, and tends to become hyper focused on whatever shes tasked herself with, even neglecting her own health during which. It's very easy to equate her love of video games to a special interest, as it influences the way she sees the world, to the point where she calls the main character her "key item", since he helps her agoraphobia, saying she needs to "level up" to improve her social skills. To top it all off, her voice actress, Erica Lindbeck, has stated that she played Futaba as if she was autistic."

"Girl had so much autism stored in her body."

"It is very obvious in nearly everything she does that they intended for her to be autistic. Literally just watch almost any cutscene with her and you'll see it (well. Ideally after her palace is taken care of since she's going through stuff and the 'tism is less obvious as a result)"

"she is soooo autism girlswag coded. When you first befriend her and hang out, the characters all have trouble sort of connecting with her, but once they realize they are being way too obnoxiously formal/normal they start asking her about stuff she is interested in, which then she talks very excitedly about. Im sort of passively watching someone play persona 5 so i might have gotten something wrong but eee she is so coded to me <3 and not in a bad way imo ik sometimes things can be TOO stereotypical but yknow yknow"

"Struggles with social interactions, special interest in computers and video games, her English voice actor intentionally played her with the idea that she's autistic."

"She's obsessed with and so good with computers she was a world reknowned hacker before the story even began, she struggles with interacting with people and was bullied through out her entire childhood for being "weird" and being able to memorize books and other things. Her outfits almost always include her wearing headphones (which i personally hc to be to reduce sounds) and there are scenes where she experiences sensory overload that turns into panic attacks. A lot of her character arc is about how after a personal tragedy she completely isolated herself from the outside world and now shes trying to ease back into interacting with people with the support of her family and new friends. When trying to connect with her, the quickest way they got her to relax and open up was when one character got her talking about an in universe sentai show she loves. Also her English voice actor said in interviews that she performed Futaba with her being autistic in mind because everything abt her character just reads as autistic and seeing someone struggle w the same issues I did was super important to me when i got into p5."

"Futaba is incredibly autistic-coded. She couldn’t leave her room or speak to strangers due to trauma, but she also was “quirky” before the trauma. She’s a computer genius and can get so obsessed with her work that she doesn’t hear or acknowledge other people. She wears headphones almost all the time and sits with her knees up (odd posture). Lastly, her mother was known to also be “odd” and was also very absorbed in her work. Autism is often inherited, so my personal read is that both of them are autistic. I’m missing lots of things I’m sure but she’s the best."

"All of her interests are special <3, major social anxiety, partially nonverbal (just like me fr), one of the only people she's constantly jokingly mean to is also very autistic coded which idk if that's a me experience but i can only be joke mean to other autistic people. allistics wouldn't understand. She cannot sit properly!!! Very important she has that autistic ball sitting position"

"She’s a genius hacker nerd who up until certain events in the game never left her room or her house due to trauma. She’s gets nervous and overwhelmed very easily once she starts expanding her comfort zone, but she doesn’t let that stop her. At certain points when she has to interact with people she isn’t comfortable with she puts on a disturbing doll head mask. At one point she has a miniature meltdown in the middle of a crowded store, because she tried pushing her boundaries a little too fast and got overwhelmed until the protagonist was able to find her. She loves anime and collects figurines and gets annoyed when her display of them is messed with. Her personality is socially awkward and kind of bratty when she’s comfortable and I don’t mean that in a negative way at all, she’s great!"

"very bad with people, obsessed with programing and Nerd Shit, i love her and she is very cool"

"she has a massive special interest in technology, her entire character arc is helping her learn to socialize, she sits like a GREMLIN"

"she is a epic hacker gamer girl so we are within the margins for trans and autism, she has a hard time with eye contact, she has intense social anxiety and wahooooooo she has the special interests !! on a side note she has chronic fatigue so damn just like me fr!! and shes so fun!! ack!!!" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #persona 5 #futaba sakura

[ronmanmob]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Towing the honesty line here and saying that every ship - no matter its nature - has something I flat adore about it; something unique and captivating and that makes me excited about writing and exploring it. Stacking them up and naming names or pairings just feels like a fast track to potential hurt feels and I'm not about that life. Each is my favourite version of itself.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Most anything, honestly. Any kind of relationship - platonic, romantic, familial, a complex mix of those appropriate for mixing or a more straightforward affair. All sorts of relationships fascinate me, and I'm happy to explore provided it's well plotted out and we - as muns - have chatted about yeses and nos and boundaries and all that good stuff.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I won't ship with minors or write ships where Ron and a minor are even vaguely romantically inclined. Otherwise - provided we're writing about legal adults consenting to things/being in situations - I'm not overly bothered about it as a concept, however--

However.

I can promise you a 38 year old Ron, say, would whap an 18 year old interested person round the head and chuff 'em off home to their mum as soon as look at 'em. Just because it's write-about-able doesn't mean Ronnie'd be interested. Man's got his own wants and needs and I can flat swear someone 20 years his junior like that example there says cannot, CANNOT meet those.

Are you selective when shipping?

I need to have a good rapport with the other mun, certainly. We need to plot things out, test ideas, make worlds and if we can't do that, I can't get comfy enough to open my (hard as fucking nails but still) muse up to the kind of connections shipping (any kind) entails. Elsewise, of course, there must be chemistry between muses if we're talking romantic shipping.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Friends I'll write everything from the beginnings 'til the ends of an intimate encounter, but I'll also always follow my writing partner's cues and comforts in that regard. I don't and won't write smut. More power to those that do, of course. It's just not my thing. But intimate scenes needn't be smutty and I'll write, like I say, all the detail my partner's happy with. We start mentioning parts and private zones, that's NSFW and it'll be tagged as such. Mine is, //Behind Closed Doors.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

I've been shipping with @hislittledxll since...2016? With @brooklynislandgirl for perhaps a sneeze less time? So they're my darlings and I don't know what I'd do without them. Other, newer shippy-loves are @vxctorx and @id1eyouth. A dear friendSHIP is had with @tabbyrp, likewise @corinnebaileyrp. Like I say, I'll consider ships of any kind with anyone.

They just need plotting :3

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

Yes please. Scream at me about our muses in my DMs. Pounce on me on Discord. I'll do the exact same. Assuming shipping - any kind but romantic especially - will only get my (and Ron's) back up. He's an easy flirt, bless 'im, but there's A L O T of heck-fire and dagnabit this man's been through and dealing with and just...inviting oneself into his intimate circle...It won't work.

How often do you like to ship?

I do like it lots, definitely. I'm mulling over happy little motes of inspiration almost constantly. But it's not mandatory by any means. I'll write anything that interests me. So bring it in pals!

Are you multiship?

Yes, but every ship has its own verse. As was so wisely spoke in Ghostbusters by my hero Doctor Spengler - Don't. Cross. The. Streams.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ship more-or-less. There's more to life, more to writing, but gosh it's fun.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

Other than the ones I've made up round the characters I write Ron with? XD I...don't really know I have a fandom specifically. Some pairings I've loved to see in recent media include Paul and Chani in Dune/Dune 2, and Lestat and Louis in Interview With The Vampire (it's so toxic...SO TOXIC, but so beautifully done).

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Legit, talk to me. I'm always either here or on Discord. We'll need to chat, plot, discuss boundaries and story arches and all and it'll be fascinating and awesome and I promise we're friendly, me and Ron. So just pop by. There's always a pot of tea on the boil and biccies out the draw to snack on while we natter.

Tagged by: I stole it off @brooklynislandgirl (gratefully, thank you darling)

Tagging: C'mon go play!

#//stuff and things about mun

[homocrafting]

hi sorry if this message is sudden. Im deep in cold medicine so its not going to be coherent.either. But i reblogged ur richarlyson fanfic and brooooo uts fhcken awesome. i cried. idk if its some hidden sense of brazillian pride or whateves but i rlly love ur interpretation of himmmm. can u share hcs about richarlyson as a person and or post your snippet to ao3?

AAAAAA TYSM THIS MADE MY DAY!!!! everytime someone says they cried/almost cried bc of that fic I gain 5 points of strenght btw. this is a good thing

I might post it to ao3 soon!! just gotta get Tge Willpower for it, I'll add the link to it in the rbs of the og post when I do

hcs abt richas under the cut bc I love read mores (starts off as just more general stuff then gets into hcs abt him)

Richarlyson is such a fun character bc he's like the main character, just a little guy, the dude who dies to start the main character's story, and the symbol of hope charactersare given in their time of need, all at the same time

he's the main character in the way that the world revolves around him. like, he showed up, 5 people became obsessed with keeping him alive, safe and happy, his older brother (Bobby) tries to steal his spotlight, some people wanted him dead from the moment he was born, one of his fathers wants him to be a killing machine, he knows 3 languages, you see my point. and now, like, so many people are working on keeping him safe. he's the only uncracked egg, that has to mean something

he's just a little guy because he is just a little guy. he makes cute drawings for his dads and hangs out with his friends and has a bunch of siblings and is learning the flute and has a gun. he's 5 days old and he already lost a life

if he dies it's the beginning of so many terrible arcs. what is Forever's grind for if not his son's safety- to end the world, to get phil to love him? who does the emerald in Felps's house belong to? what's the point of the football field? what's the point of all the training? what if you lose a third (?) chance.

he's Quackity's hope, also, I guess, to be the parent he tried to be but never could, even if all he has is 1% of his custody

sorry anyway MOVING ON TO THE AVTUAL RICHAS HEADCANONS

Due to being the youngest egg, the others have varying types of Older Brother behavior with him

Despite whatever his siblings do, Richas still loves them

He's been taken to Tilin's grave quite a few times now, and each time he just gets... really sad. It doesn't make him value his life the way they want it to- instead, it convinces him he can't, by any means, let himself get killed, otherwise his dads will end up like 1% dad quackity (very very sad), and his siblings will mourn him and that won't be nice

he's an incredibly sweet kid- this isn't an hc as much as it's an Actual Real On God fact, I just think it's very important

because he is such a sweet kid, the lessons about hurting other things are the ones that he dislikes most

he loves tax evasion it's his favorite crime to commit

he picks up other people's habits very easily! things like tics, stims, speech patterns, etc

he's scared being manco will make his dads like him less. no matter how many times they tell him it's fine, he feels he has to compensate for it somehow

his gun is like a comfort object to him, and staying away from it for too long makes him very uncomfortable

despite being scared of bulls, he doesn't hate them, not like Leo hates whales, for example. Killing that bull he had gotten phisically close to wasn't pleasant

as he grows, he tries to put on a bit of a tougher persona because of, especially, Cellbit's expectations, although all the other dads' also contribute in different ways

ultimately, he sucks at keeping that up, and 99,9% of people can see right through him

he cherishes his first stolen emerald so so much

he uses braces due to his bad leg! that leg stops at the knee, and Forever is working on a prosthetic for him

he loves watching Forever work on the prosthetic, and will often comment on things he wants on it

he has a hard time understanding romance, due to having 5 dads who aren't in love with each other, Chayanne's dad being one of his dad's crush (he THINKS that's it), whatever cellbit and roier have going, etc

he forgives very easily

he doesn't really... like his definetly not a captivity room. he thinks he understands why he has to sleep there, and the attempts to make it more cozy worked a little, but it's too dark and quiet and small in there. there's barely any space to shoot his gun and soon there won't be space for paintings

somewhere, he has a whole ass habitat for his pet jabuti

he loves Dapper's (I think it's Dapperd I forgor) zoo

he has flute lessons with Tallulah every 2 days or so

and I thiiiink that's all for now? I've taken way too long to answr this already sorry :( but I hope it was worth the wait

#richarlyson #ecstra explosions

[darkphoenix07]

Conflating Arousal

An Office love story <enemies to lovers>

Paring : Jeong Yunho x Jowha (Reader)

Genre : Office Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Kdrama vibe

Synopsis : What happens when the man you hate become your CEO?

"If you have problem with me, Ms. Im, you can give your resignation letter and leave, we don't need employees like you in here."

- Jeong Yunho

[ If you want me to add you in the taglist, just comment below. And reblog my post ( ͡°ᴥ ͡° ʋ). (I'm kinda comfortable with writing with names, not y/n as I was a Wattpad writer. So bear with me ♡) ]

Prologue

"On the couch? Really?" Suddenly they both hear Iseul's voice echoing in the living room.

And the scenery in front of her, makes her heart beat go faster. Not because she knows any of them, neither because she knows Mr. Jeong loves that woman. Johwa's eyes start trailing on them, the couch.

No, no, I can't lose it. I-I have healed so much. I've gone to therapy, I can't give up now. This is not the time.

She keeps trying to make herself calm but her heart clenching badly while her mind is filled with the memories she has accepted years ago. Then why do they still bother her?

Is it her fever? Cold? The medicines she took? Why can't she handle these? Why can't she come back from those thoughts?

She feels like her whole body going paralyzed as she couldn't move. Mr. Jeong... He is in front her. Maybe, maybe he can hold her, save her from falling.

Am I falling for real or it's just a hallucination?

"Mr. Jeong," she doesn't realize when his name leaves her mouth and he wraps his hands around her immediately, "Ms. Im..."

That's all she hears before losing her mind.

"Ms. Im, are you there? Ms. Im?" He keeps calling her, feeling uneasy about not believing her being sick.

What have I done to her?

"You're going to be fine, don't worry," Yunho stands up taking her in his arms while Iseul starts chasing him, "Yunho, wait..."

But he doesn't look back neither wait for her.

I am never looking back at you.

He doesn't understand should he grief, cry, become mad or tensed. He runs outside the house, keeps Johwa beside the driving seat.

As he sits on the driving seat after fixing her seatbelt, he looks around for her phone. Maybe calling Wooyoung is the right thing. Taking her phone out he realizes, it's dead.

"What the hell?" He punches his car as he doesn't know what to do.

He looks at her keeping his hand on her forehead again only to realize her fever rising higher time by time. He takes his phone immediately and, "Hello, can you come to my penthouse early? I'm fine, it's someone else. Okay, reach immediately and also, come with a nurse."

He starts driving his car cutting the call, I can't let anything happen to you. I won't be able to face Wooyoung anymore if anything happens to you. I can't make any mistakes again. Not anymore.

But you wanted her away from them, didn't you?

Yunho grabs the steering wheel hearing his own voice.

Now it's not the time to think all these.

Didn't she take the place where you always belonged? Why do you care about what happens to her? Why are you saving her again?

Because I don't want to hurt them.

He replies himself as tears appear in his eyes while driving giving him memories of seeing his old friend being covered in blood in the car.

"I don't understand why does your sister keep leaving the house out of nowhere. I can't take it anymore. She has become a whole mess," the woman beside Yunho tells him while they're sitting behind the driving seat. "It's not her fault," Yunho looking outside the window, hoping to see his sister soon.

"She should have listened to me or else these won't happen. Now, where do I find her? I've come in these clothes, this is disgusting!" Yunho doesn't say anything in reply, he is only concerned about his sister.

"Ma'am, there she is," another woman in the car, beside the driving seat says showing them the girl a little far from the car.

Yunho starts leaving the car but his mother grabs his hand, "Emery will bring her, go Emery."

Yunho watches as Emery drags his sister inside the car. As soon as his sister gets pushed inside the car by Emery, Yunho holds her hand firmly, "Are you alright, Noona?"

"S-someone is...is... dying," her words make him worry.

"What do you m-" he again tries to ask but gets cut off by a sudden hit on their window, "Help us, please! Help us," Yunho looks at the girl being scared not understand what happened, why was she covered in blood.

He tries to tell something but his mother says, "Your sister caused it, we should leave now."

Yunho looks at the girl with trembling lips, "Drive the car back home," he orders their driver and he nods. As the car starts, he sees the girl falling on the ground.

"I have some works to do," he says afterwards looking at his mother.

"I know what type of work you have, don't go there. You'll mess things more," his mother says gritting her teeth.

"If I mess things more, you may punish me the way you want to. Take care of Noona," he says and leaves the car behind.

Running to the place where the girl fell, he found a car nearby. He reaches towards the car only to see his old friend being covered in blood in the driving seat, "Wooyoung!"

He takes his phone calling an ambulance. He keeps his hand on Wooyoung's neck checking if he is still there. Wooyoung seems like he is still breathing so Yunho tries moving him.

No I shouldn't move him, it may hurt him more.

He looks at the girl on the street then reaches towards her and keeps her on his lap to check if she is still alive. She is breathing too.

As soon as the ambulance comes, he tells them to take Wooyoung out, she is bringing the girl. And as he takes two of them to hospital, after making sure they are out of danger, he left the hospital telling the staff to inform their family.

But it's different this time. Wooyoung isn't even here but he is feeling obliged to save her. It's like even she is alone, Wooyoung is somewhere with her and his possessiveness for her. It's not new how Wooyoung is possessive for someone he loves and for Johwa, Yunho has noticed something different. It wasn't simply messing around Johwa or helping her or taking care of her. It was something more than that which is making Yunho worried.

Yes, this is the reason.

Finally able to come his mind, he reaches in front of his house and takes her inside. Her wet dress makes him guiltier for torturing her all the time.

I never belonged there. I always have been a stress for them. I never deserved love from anyone. I couldn't even take care of Iseul, neither my friends. How did I think I can get it all with a simple interaction?

He thinks staring at Johwa, measuring her fever. It's 103F right now. Someone starts ringing the bell so he runs back to open the door, "Hyung, are you alright?" That's the first thing Jongho asks seeing Yunho half drenched in rain.

"I'm fine, there is a girl...my employee. It's complicated, let's go," Yunho takes Jongho and his nurses upstairs.

After checking her and giving her some medicines, Jongho tells the nurse to change her dress while he leaves the room to talk to his older brother.

"You don't look so well. You should probably change," Jongho tells Yunho keeping his hand on his shoulder.

"I'll, you may go now. Will she be alright?" Yunho asks and Jongho nods, "She looked out of energy for her flu."

Look at him,not even asking who she is or why she is with me.

"Take care," Jongho says staring at his brother for the last time while his nurse leaves the door.

He doesn't want to leave his hyung alone in these lonely house but he knows, it won't help much. His brother has always been like this, stubborn, lonely. Not always, but he has become like this.

On the other hand, Yunho enters in the guest room to check on Johwa sleeping with a blanket covering her.

He takes her phone and tries charging it but the port isn't matching with his, so he just tosses her phone on the sofa.

I need to sleep or else I might die.

He tells himself changing his dress and opening his laptop. Instead of sleeping, he ends up reading chapters of his favorite writer's book.

Next day

Johwa's eyes start fluttering as she tires to understand where she is. Opening her eyes, she gets startled, "Hell, where the fuck I am."

Looking at herself she almost screams finding herself in an unknown t-shirt without bra and her last night's short jeans.

"Where the fuck am I exactly? Wait..." She remembers Yunho holding her, calling her name.

"Is it his house?" Realizing where she is, she hears a woman's voice echoing somewhere. As she leaves to see the owner of the voice, she sees three people sitting in the living room.

"Why are you wearing this color, Yunho? Don't you know I hate this color on you? It's not a color a boy should wear," her appearance tells Johwa that she is her CEO's mother.

"He is wearing something in his own house, Siyang and I gifted him this pair," a man says who is most probably his father.

"Send me these pairs, I'll change the color," Yunho's mother says staring at her nails.

"Why did I even come to ruin my morning trying to meet you? I should have gone to parlour and fix this mess on my nails," his mother says making Johwa's jaw drop.

His son literally got cheated on and this is how she is behaving?

"Then let's go, you should not ruin Yunho's morning either," his father says earning a death glare from his wife.

She gets up taking her bag, "Whatever is wrong with Iseul, fix that. I'm sure you've done something to make her go this far."

"Siyang! He got cheated on and that's what you say to him? For God's sake, he is your son," his father says standing up, getting so mad at his wife.

"Yunho had never been a good boyfriend, you won't understand it when all you do is scream at me. He should learn from this mistake and get back together with her instead of showing his back at her," his mother again says where Yunho keeps quite looking down.

Johwa doesn't understand why he is listening to all these bullshit. If he has been a bad boyfriend, she should have broken up with him and it didn't even seem like Yunho had been a bad boyfriend to her.

What is this woman saying? Is she his step mother or something?

"Siy-" Yunho's father starts saying something but Yunho grabs his hand.

"I'll fix things and throw this dress too," Yunho says licking his bottom lips, bitting it down so it doesn't start trembling in front of them.

"You must," his mother says before leaving.

His father hugs him and starts patting his back, "Don't listen to her. Iseul is not meant for you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice I was wearing th-"

"You are not fine. So, it's alright. I'll buy you a new suit which is lavender color," Yunho's father says smiling and then he leaves waving at Yunho.

What's wrong with this family?

Johwa wonders watching Yunho closing the door, falling in front of it trying to picking the pieces of his but not being able to fight strongly because of tears.

"I should not cry," he tells himself but the more he tries not to cry, he cries more while covering his ears.

"I am not a crybaby, I don't cry. Stop fucking saying all these," Yunho keeps rubbing his ears trying to fight with his overflowing emotions which starts scaring Johwa.

San sighs, "I am disturbed. Yunho, Mingi used be our friends from middle school. He was quite at first but started to show up who he was slowly. He was such a happy pill, taking care of everyone of us, making us happy when we felt down. But his mother is such a dangerous person. She is so manipulative and controlling which is why Yunho ended up losing himself, losing us. But what is worse is, Yunho respects his mother blindly and he thinks whatever she does is for his good. He doesn't know how far his mother can get to control him. And Wooyoung thinks he has turned into his mother now. But I know, I feel like he needs us. I feel like we shouldn't ignore how his life is getting ruined like this," San finishes and Johwa notices a glimpse of tears in his eyes.

He again sighs, "He must feel lonely but I'm glad Mingi is still by his side. But I'm sure, Yunho is in trouble and he needs us to become what he was. This is not like him, Johwa. This is not the real Yunho. This is a Yunho with a mask put by his mother. I can't see him like that," San finishes and a drop of tears fall from his eyes.

"I don't understand him either. I haven't seen his good side, I won't be able to understand like you do. But Wooyoung is never wrong unless he thinks about anything being mad," Johwa says.

"Wooyoung is mad because he doesn't have a good history with Yunho. It ended badly with them," San tells Johwa.

Johwa starts realizing how San was worried about Yunho being controlled by his mother which hurt her too. A mother should never act like this with her children. Maybe that's why Yunho has become rude, maybe he craves safety which his mother didn't give him. This can be really bad in the future.

Johwa doesn't realize when Yunho wipes his tears and gets up.

Suddenly, "Oh my," she realizes Yunho staring at her. She starts retreating, "What do I do? Where do I go? Wait, this is...his house. Holy crap, he is coming this way!" Johwa starts looking ways to run but Yunho appears in the room.

"Ms. Im," hearing him calling her name, her heart starts bumping in her chest faster.

Calm down for fuck's sake, don't burst out.

She looks at Yunho smiling awkwardly but guiltily, "Mr. Jeong, I didn't meant to see all these, I f-"

"How are you feeling now?" Yunho asks gently but she starts panicking again, "I swear, I didn't mean to hear all these. I just wanted to know w-"

"Ms. Im, why don't you ever hear anything carefully?" Yunho starts rubbing his forehead closing his eyes.

I'm not going out alive today.

"I asked about your health. How is your health now?" Yunho asks again.

"Health, my health. Oh, health? I am fine. I am perfectly fine. I can run now. Maybe I can leave too," she says running to pass by Yunho but he grabs her hand, "Ms. Im."

She looks at him almost crying, "Yes, sir?"

"Here, take my phone," he leaves her hand handing her his phone, "Call whoever you wanna to take you after you have breakfast."

"Eh?" She doesn't get what he says but he walks away not answering again.

"Gladly, he didn't slaughter me today. Johwa, you should slap yourself for acting like a kid," she says slapping herself for real and then looks at Yunho's phone.

Whom should I call?

9:19 a.m.

"Have you called someone?" Yunho asks in the breakfast table which is in front of the kitchen.

Johwa's eyes are still sparkling from the entire decoration of the house. She has never been inside a penthouse, it feels like a dream being inside one. Not that she wanted to buy one but now she is itching to buy one in future.

"Yes, I called," Johwa says moving constantly in her chair while eating. The food is so good that it's melting in his mouth.

For sure, Jeong Yunho is a good cook.

Yunho looks annoyed with it but doesn't say a word to her.

"You can take some days off if you want to," Yunho says.

"I am fine no-" and she sneezes.

Yunho sips his juice staring at her and she smiles awkwardly, "Sorry."

Finishing her breakfast, she hears nonstop bell ringing. She stands up and follow Yunho taking her purse.

"Where is she?" Seeing Wooyoung in front of Yunho's door, Johwa's eyes get big. She immediately runs outside moving Yunho, "Here I am. Let's go," she grabs Wooyoung's hand and starts leaving but Wooyoung doesn't move an inch. He is still glaring at Yunho.

Why did he come when I called Eunseu?

"Mr. Jeong, thanks for everything you did for me," Johwa says bowing.

"What did he do for you? Why were you in his house? Why was your phone switched off?" Wooyoung keeps questioning her so Johwa keeps her palm on his mouth, "I will explain later. Let's go home, please?"

Wooyoung grabs her hand placing it down, "Alright."

Leaving the penthouse, Johwa explains everything to Wooyoung including the fact that Yunho got cheated on.

"Well, he didn't deserve it," Wooyoung says sighing.

You chose hell for yourself all the time not even knowing it. I can only pity you at this point.

"Of course, he didn't. I felt so bad fo-"

"Is it his t-shirt?" Wooyoung asks noticing the black oversized t-shirt almost uncovering her shoulders.

"Oh, this? Yes, this is his. He said that he called a doctor and nurse. He wouldn't have to do all these but he did," Johwa says smiling.

How hurt he was from his mother's words but didn't say anything about it. Isn't he too much pretentious?

"He was guilty for making you work too much," Wooyoung says not looking at her t-shirt time by time.

"Whatever. What's up with you?" Johwa asks showing Wooyoung all of her teeth making Wooyoung giggle, "Ew, ugly."

Johwa pouts looking away, "You are ugliest."

"So, miss ugly wanna go see a movie with me today?" Wooyoung asks raising an eyebrow.

"Okay and I'll make you call me pretty," Johwa says stopping to sneeze.

"You still have cold?" Wooyoung asks and she nods, "Doesn't matter, I'll be fine."

"Okay then, get ready by 7. I'll come to pick you," Wooyoung says and Johwa starts clapping, "You're paying then."

"As you wish, ma'am," Wooyoung says and drops her in front of her house.

7:14 a.m.

"Are you coming or not? I have been standing in these heels for almost 15 minutes," Johwa says screaming through the phone.

"I am literally on the way. Why did you come down in the first place?" Wooyoung asks.

"Because I am punctual unlike someone," Johwa and sees Wooyoung with his Bentley Mulliner Bacalar car. He always shows off with it.

"You bought my wife?" Johwa says clapping as she touches the car, "Only good thing about you."

"She is m-" Wooyoung stops smiling staring at Johwa. Her red short silk outfit with one sided lace sleeve, uneven ending of the dress. Those red glossy lipstick on her and smokey makeup making Wooyoung nervous.

Why is she looking like that right now?

"What Jung Wooyoung? Can't take your eyes off me? Of course, you can't. Because I look prettiest today. Look at your face man, you look like someone took your heart away," Johwa starts giggling seeing Wooyoung mute.

On the other hand, Wooyoung's eyes start filling with tears as he smiles. Her smile melting him, making pieces of his poor heart. It's not like he can't move or something, it's just he is mesmerized.

Not the cherry lips or the pretty dress you're wearing. It's your aura, Im Johwa. Your aura filling the air around me with sweetness, and the way your body reacts when you're happy, the way your lips carves in a smile.

I have fallen for all these, Jo.

She keeps giggling still making fun of him and his expression.

I have fallen badly this time that there is no going back...

"Call me pretty now," Johwa says bending over him.

"You look like a tomato slice. Why so red? Get in the car" Wooyoung says raising an eyebrow.

Prettiest, you look like the prettiest woman I've known so far.

"You're such an idiot," Johwa hits him with her purse and gets inside the car cursing him.

......................................................................

After finishing the movie, they enters in a club for having drinks also some foods.

"Take me to a strip club one day," Johwa says making Wooyoung surprised.

"What about the strip club now?" Wooyoung asks.

"Don't act so coy, I know you go to strip clubs and look, you're not even denying," Johwa says sipping her tequila, her favorite one.

"Why do YOU want to go?" Wooyoung asks.

"I wanna see your choice, hehe," Johwa says laughing creepily.

My choice is here, right in front of me.

"You're just a pervert, that's it," Wooyoung says taking her tequila away. She starts hitting him as he drinks her tequila, "Give it back."

"Cry in the corner, I won't," Wooyoung says standing up and finishing it up.

Johwa throws her purse at him, "Fuck you," and walks away from the club.

Making you angry is my favorite thing, don't you understand it?

Wooyoung follows her and sees her jumping into the dirty water by the street for raining. Holding the heels with one hand, playing with the drops.

"You are not the main character of your book. Stop acting stupid and let's go home," Wooyoung tells her exposing himself in the rain too.

Stop acting like this or I might start kissing you.

"I wish I was," Johwa says still enjoying the rain stretching her hands, making circles in the air.

"You look like a spring right now," Wooyoung says.

"You look naked," Johwa says and Wooyoung looks at his white shirt getting fully wet.

He starts smiling hearing her, crossing his hands.

Not always you can watch such a view in front you.

Wooyoung can't stop smiling as his heart is so sure about being in love with the person in front of him. He doesn't understand when he should tell her everything. The first time he saw her dancing in the rain, playing alone, enjoying the drops, it was when he realized that he wanted her more than a friend would.

Though people of the street are judging her, she doesn't seem to care about those judgmental gazes which makes him want her more.

No, you are not what I want. You've become a need.

"You should join me too," Johwa says kicking some water at Wooyoung but he retreats, "You seriously need some lessson, Jo. Come on, your cold will get worse."

She just shows her tongue at him and starts jumping again.

"This girl," Wooyoung hits his forehead and notices some guys staring at her with lust in their eyes.

You are so careless when you're having fun.

Wooyoung grabs her hand, "Enough of it. Let's go home now."

"But-"

"Your pretty dress will be ruined," Wooyoung says showing her the little mud stains on her dress making her scream, "No way," she starts rubbing it while Wooyoung drags her inside the car with him.

"What a day it was!" Johwa says falling on the seat, "Thank you, bestie!"

Johwa starts hugging him but he pushes her, "Don't hug me just because I spent money on you."

"It's not like I don't spend money on you," Johwa says crossing her hands.

"You're such a annoying ass," Wooyoung says driving.

"SAYS WHO," Johwa says getting more angry at him.

As they keep bickering their night passes by and Johwa suffers from her cold for more days taking break from work.

As she enters in her office after a long break, "Just because I told you to take break, doesn't mean you will stop coming to office for month," Johwa's dancing while walking stops staring at the person behind her.

I was at peace for days but unfortunately I am back in hell again.

"It was too bad. I swear, sir," Johwa says getting inside the elevator.

"We have a meeting with some Japanese colleagues today. You're coming with me," Yunho says.

"TODAY? WHEN?" Johwa almost screams making Yunho pissed.

"8 p.m." Yunho says and Johwa starts hitting her head with the elevator.

I have arcade plans with them today.

"What happened?" Yunho asks.

She looks at him and fake smiles, "What about the details?"

"I've sent you an email days ago," Yunho says and she checks her email.

He sent it twice, man!

"Aren't you getting out?" Yunho asks as he is outside the elevator now.

"OH YES, SIR," Johwa runs outside following him.

As he disappears inside his office, Johwa drops her head on San's desk, "Why would you say he is a good man?"

"Who?" San asks with an unusually happy voice.

Johwa looks at him with her hands on her own cheeks, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Something is wrong with San today. He has been smiling like an idiot since he came," Yeosang says trying to take a look at the screen.

"Wait, did you have a heated night yesterday?" Wooyoung asks shooting San a suspicious look.

"Excuse me, why would I be with Ahnjong? She left after we had d-" San stops realizing he talked whimsically.

They start laughing hitting the desk, "You two had s-" Yeosang hits Wooyoung for stopping him.

"Whatever that's true," Johwa says clapping, "Finally she made a move."

"How did you know she make a move?" San asks.

"Are you dumb or something?" Johwa starts laughing again, "You are so innocent, Choi San."

"Uhm," hearing Hongjong they all sit on their own desk fixing their laptops.

As Hongjong leaves, Johwa whispers, "Is it only me or Hongjong is becoming like tallroach for real?"

"Im Johwa, focus on your work," Johwa doesn't understand how Yunho notices her from his room so well.

She starts working afterwards.

Tallroach, Demon, Bastard, Trash can, ugh I've lost words to describe him.

9 a.m.

"You did well today, Ms. Im," Yunho says staring at the signed contract.

Johwa smiles, "Thank you, sir."

"Mingi, we will drop Mr. Im first," Yunho says and he nods.

"No, wait. I...am going somewhere else," Johwa says and tells Mingi the address.

As Mingi stops in front of the arcade, Yunho rolls his eyes.

How much stamina she has?

"Thanks for dropping me," Johwa says leaving the car but again knocks on the window, "Mr. Song and Mr. Jeong, you can join us if you want to. We are two person short today."

"What?" Yunho gets surprised hearing her.

Johwa shoots her brightest smile again remembering about that night her friends made a scene in front of Yunho. Later, Ahnjong told her.

As Yunho sits on the sofa, Wooyoung calls, "San, Yeosang, we have nothing here. Let's go outside."

"Will you cut it out already and stop acting like a kid, Wooyoung? He is Johwa's guest right now," Ahnjong tells him but he doesn't look satisfied.

"Yeosang, San?" Wooyoung again glares at them.

"Wooyoung, leave this room right now," San says keeping the last cushion on the sofa.

"What?" Wooyoung asks not being able to believe his own ears.

"I said, leave. Stop making a scene," San says coming in front of Wooyoung.

"YOU'RE TELLING ME TO LEAVE BECAUSE OF HIM?" Wooyoung asks pushing San.

"Yes. Because he is not making a scene," San said.

"Will you two stop?" Yeosang asks.

"It's all because of him. He is again ruining our happiness. You suffered the most because of him and now y-"

"WOOYOUNG, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE," San screams this time which makes Yunho stands up and leaves the apartment fast.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and San gets mad at him, "Seriously, Wooyoung?"

And that's how Johwa wants them to stand face to face again but in a different way. She wants to see where is the problem and by San's description, the whole problem looks like this is related to Mrs. Jeong. So, she wanted to fix it, make her friends happy. Specially San who misses Yunho the most.

"Arcade? That's great," Mingi says and looks back earning a death glare from Yunho.

"So, are you in?" Johwa asks.

"N-"

"Yes, we are coming," Mingi says cutting Yunho off.

"Okie dokie, come quickly," Johwa says running inside, jumping twice.

Learning about Mingi, she has come to know how much fun he is. He doesn't like to work at all, always sleeping around, browsing phone. Games are his second home. He smiles often, makes Yunho annoyed and paranoid too. They are not professional at all though Mingi is scared of Yunho sometimes. So, Mingi is the weapon of controlling Yunho.

"When did I say we are going?" Yunho asks Mingi.

"I said. You don't boss me around after work," Mingi says leaving the car and opening Yunho's door.

"You will get a payback," Yunho says following Mingi inside.

"We will see about that," Mingi says dancing with the music playing inside.

They see Johwa already with a controller kicking Wooyoung away and winning level.

When did she even start?

Yunho wonders and sees Wooyoung strangling her,"You die tonight."

"He already died twice," Yeosang tells Johwa while playing with the controller with San.

Johwa notices Yunho and Mingi, "Come here, join us," she and looks at Wooyoung as he faces Yunho again.

Mingi sighs staring at both of them, full of rage and hatred.

"Guys, I have a plan. Let's team up and play a vr combat. We don't have Seonghwa and Hongjong today," Johwa says trying to change their thoughts.

Wooyoung keeps his control on the table, "I am not playing with them," Wooyoung starts leaving but Johwa grabs his hand, "Please? We haven't played for a long time."

"Let's go, Mingi," Yunho starts leaving but Mingi stops him, "Yunho, I haven't had fun for so long."

"I told that you won't be able to have fun if you choose to stay with me," Yunho says.

Why do I feel like I am in some high school drama?

Johwa starts thinking hearing all these.

"There is an awesome game, it's a game with powers. Here come with me. Follow me everyone," Johwa says and starts walking.

"I didn't say I was coming," Wooyoung says.

Yunho sighs, she is so annoying.

But they notice San, Yeosang and Mingi following her, "We are coming."

They start playing after reading the instructions leaving Yunho and Wooyoung in one place which is making them more uncomfortable.

"I-I am coming," Wooyoung says running towards them.

"You can't enter, it has to be 2 vs 2 or 3 vs 3," San says staring at Yunho.

"Mr. Jeong, please join us," Johwa calls him and Yunho comes glaring at Johwa, "You're working overtime tomorrow."

"Whatever, go and bring your things," Mingi says showing them the counter.

As the game starts, it's Yunho, Wooyoung and San vs Johwa, Yeosang, Mingi.

They tricked while putting the names and that's how Wooyoung ended up being in the same team as Yunho.

First, Johwa's team starts earning points. Specially because of Mingi. He is playing better than everyone.

"We can't let them win. Guys, we are a team now, come on. Be serious," San says trying to motivate them to focus but they are glaring at each other time by time though San is in the middle.

"No, Mingi you're a badass. You can do this," Yeosang says fully focusing on the game.

As they are almost losing, Yunho gets tensed, I can't lose against that annoying shortie.

Therefore, Wooyoung starts working hard earning more points. His competitive ass didn't wanna lose this easily.

He starts using his powers on Johwa more than Mingi and Yeosang, earning points and ends up winning.

"WE WON," Wooyoung screams starting to jump removing their glasses

"Thank you, Yunho," he starts screaming out loud jumping with Yunho.

"Yes, we defeated those idiots, uhu," the lights appear in the room making Johwa look at Yunho's sparkling eyes filled with pure joy as she removed her class in disappointment.

"WE DID IT," Wooyoung says not noticing everyone is staring at their happiness which feels so contagious that is making Johwa wonder how beautiful a person can look while being so happy. Their joy felt overwhelming in this environment, why?

What happened to your smile, Mr. Jeong?

Someone's beauty comes out suddenly when he or she is the happiest and it can only happen when the sickening worries are gone with the bloody voices.

I wrote this chapter so quickly so don't know how it turned out.

Does anyone ship Wooyoung and Johwa?

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[plenilunaris-m]

This is an independent, not affiliated with the fandom and highly selective Skirk RP blog from Genshin Impact. Dark and triggering themes are highly likely to occur. My portrayal is heavily headcanon based and may diverge from canon in certain aspects. Established in November 4th, 2O23.

ONE. I go by Lyria and I'm a 25+ year old student. My first language isn't English so if you were to find any mistakes I can possibly make, feel free to drop by and tell me. This blog is a highly selective RP blog of Skirk of Genshin Impact, heavily headcanon based on canon factors and bound to change as the story progresses. Furthermore, the blog is not affiliated with the fandom, meaning that what the fandom where my muse belongs does doesn't represent me. Until further notice, this blog is on semi-hiatus indefinitely. Established in November 4th, 2O23.

TWO. I tend to write more multi-paras or novellas more than one-liners, or unique paras. This said, at times I might be posting one-liner calls to break the ice and reach out to more people to interact with! I'm aware that some people struggle by wanting to match the length of the reply, just know that there's no need to match the length of my replies! I admit that I tend to write a lot, but don't let that be an issue to you. If anything, as long as you write enough to have something to work with, that's enough.

THREE. Given that Skirk is a character that doesn't have much information thus far and, to my judgement, it'll be a while until that happens, my portrayal of her takes the entirety of her canon and other creative liberties plus worldbuilding I've been establishing on my Dainsleif blog.

FOUR. For comfort reasons, this blog is highly selective and private. I will not follow first save for exceptions. However, if I receive asks about the game or headcanons, this is not a requirement. Sometimes it takes me a lot until I follow back. If you see that it’s taking me a while or I’m not following back, I have nothing against you. Do not expect me to agree with everything that’s reblogged under any circumstances nor expect me to feel offended by something that makes you feel that way. If I see any behavior that translates into guilt tripping or any similar attitude for not thinking the same, it will earn an instant unfollow Reciprocity goes a long way. I’m a very patient person, and I understand that life obligations make it harder to dedicate time to what I believe is a hobby. That’s why I think that are more indicators of interest than those related to direct RP interactions between our muses, such as liking posts be it OOC, headcanons, etc. If I see that months pass without any of this happening, it is likely that I will unfollow as I’m not comfortable with the sensation of follow for follow. If I follow you, it’s because I interact with you.

FIVE. Godmod and infomod unless we’re talking about a pre-established thread is a no. Please, don’t do that. If I don’t reply to a meme or a thread, there’s a chance that Tumblr ate asks (which happened to me twice by now, hopefully it won’t happen again) or that I forgot in case of the threads. Coming to me and asking doesn’t hurt, but I’d be grateful if you don’t pester me for responses. If you send a meme ask and you want to make it into a thread, you're more than welcome to do so! In the event you'd like to plot something out before doing that, feel free to drop by my IMs or asks and we'll discuss something out.

SIX. In terms of exclusivity, I used to practise one-sided exclusivity with me only adhering to the portrayal of the person I’m shipping our muses with and say that the other person can ship with someone else’s portrayals of the same muse as I write without a problem which I’ll still be implementing. However, it’d be wrong of me not to admit that it’d be nice that if we’re shipping our muses, that said exclusivity is reciprocated if possible. Regarding smut content, it'll be tagged with a plain #nsfw tag. It won't be put under read more, but rest assured that R18 visual imagery won't be used, only writing.

SEVEN. Alternative faceclaim: Jingliu from Honkai Star Rail.

EIGHT. Blog roll: @reginrokkr.

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[rulesdreams]

RULES 

001.   This blog is an oc / crossover friendly, headcanon based with some cannon of dream of the endless from THE SANDMAN written by neil gaiman. I do not own this character. All rights go to neil gaiman and vertigo/dc comics plus comic art are by the artist for each individual issues. Hello my name is Jolyne my pronouns are they/them/it. Non mutuals are more than welcome to send in asks. I will only follow back if you are 18+ because there may be some materials that may not be suited for children like swearing, blood and other things (if you have any questions about that please ask). Personals are more than welcome to follow, but I will not follow back because I want to keep my dash clutter free. If you are a personal blog and have an rp side blog let me know and I’ll be sure to follow that blog or blogs plus your personal blog. What I will ask is for personals to not interact or reblog threads, asks, and promos. You are more than welcome to ask questions about my muses or headcanons. 

002.   My replies might be while due to real life, so please be patient with me. At times I can reply really fast, take up to a week, a day, or longer. I may be busy with other threads, on other blogs, exams, studying, doing homework or I’m just super exhausted. If I don’t answer your replies please do not spam! I frequently use my queue for replies. If I’m on hiatus or busy with life the queue may be used. I just want to say that I have ADD/ADHD and dyslexia so please be patient with me and if I have any grammar or spelling errors feel free to dm me on any corrections, nicely. I like to take my time in writing a reply or answering asks to make sure the reply is suited to my liking, so please do not rush me. I want to go at my own pace and reading much longer replies will take awhile to get to. Any threads that you wish to drop please let me know or I’ll keep them in my drafts until I get to them. Most of the time I do not drop threads unless I get overwhelmed, my muse or threads are not clicking with me, or the thread is pretty old so I will go to your IMs to let you know if this does happen. My time zone is Mountain Standard Time (MST). Whether it be plotting or just winging it, I don’t really have a preference! So you do whatever your comfortable with. If I have a plot idea I’ll be sure to message you or you can do the same for me!    

003.  All edits, icon capping, and docs are made by me unless stated other wise. Please do not steal from this blog. I will block your account! On the topic of duplicates I will be very selective and I tend to get anxiety with duplicates of my muse so I may or may not follow. I do have an endless multimuse as a side blog so feel free to follow there. If I see someone stealing my headcanons I will hard block. 

004.   A quote from his wiki page, “Dream has had a history of romantic involvements, all of which ended poorly for various reasons. Despite his cold exterior, Dream is often passionate and infatuated with his lovers. Whenever his respective relationships end, he is often crushed and goes into a state of depression”. Dream is a little difficult to ship due to his previous relationships with both gods and mortals not going so well and he tends to not get into any romantic relationships nor is he a physical type of person. If a relationship goes bad he will be bitter and have resentment towards the former parter not mention go into a depression. So I will be selective with shipping. However, I’m willing to talk about shipping if possible or have an au where dream isn’t an endless. or he is an endless and gets into a relationship. A plot I’d like to explore is dream becoming a mortal and maybe being able to have romantic relationships. Chemistry is a must! As for his sexuality I see him as pansexual, I’d love to explore relationship with male muse! That’s how I see him and this may change! The only family member he is closest with is the eldest sister Death of the Endless BUT will not show any physical affection. If you wish to have a pre-established ship, please contact me through IMs and we can talk this over, this rule applies to ocs as well. The chance to do a nsfw thread is slim but it can happen like I said previously dream is not a physical person, dream is not oppose to s/ex but won’t do it if it’s not necessary. If you wish to do nsfw thread with my muse, please ask me first. I will only write nsfw with my mains and mutuals who are 18+ plus our muses have to be 18+ as well. If a thread does turn into nsfw I will put it under continue reading I will expect the same in your threads as well. 

005. I do have triggers. If you can tag it that would be wonderful (the filter tag would be like this: bugs tw). I want to be comfortable on this blog and I’m more than willing to tag your triggers as well, just IMs me them! Things to tag: rape, incest, murder, eye strain, christianity, gore, blood, neon colors, racism, needles, animal abuse. What is not welcome here is pedophile, transphobia, racism, xenophobia, necrophilia, and incest (this includes step siblings and adoptive siblings).

006.  Please DO NOT use me to reblog ask memes! It causes a lot of clutter for my notifications. If you do see a meme on my blog, please reblog it from its source or an ask memes account/rp helps blog. I want to reduce clutter on this blog!  If you send me an ask you are allowed to reblog it from me. I would like to say if you follow and unfollow this blog a certain amount of times, I will soft block you because I find it very annoying, fuckin rude and it spams to my notification. If I follow you for a certain amount of days (maybe a week) and if you haven’t followed me back. So please do not go after me simply because I unfollowed you.

007.  On the topic of dream’s power level, the endless were there before many of the gods so they are much powerful. The endless are a concept of what they represent so morpheus is the personification and the lord over all dreams and stories. He’s considered the most powerful being in the universe being the very definition and master of the dream having control over dreams, nightmares and insomnia. So getting into a fight with dream will be difficult, so writing fight scenes will be a challenge plotting is a must. If you try to god mod him I will not continue writing the thread. We can talk about power level and fighting plots in our IMs.      

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I tagged 1,077 of my posts in 2022

#delicious foods - 91 posts

#ns//fw - 91 posts

#plushies - 85 posts

#fanart - 48 posts

#delicious sweets - 45 posts

#eremin - 43 posts

#sam and dean - 30 posts

#9-1-1 - 30 posts

#sebaciel - 24 posts

#wincest - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 94 characters

#i usually dont like at all it but if its incorporated into a dessert well then im okay with it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

With the stress brought on by the Noah's Ark Circus case, and the added stress of illness, Ciel's mental state begins to fall apart at the seams; revealing a side of himself that neither he nor Sebastian never knew existed.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated 💛

9 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#4

It's Ciel's seventh birthday.

Reblogs are dearly appreciated 💚

9 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

#3

If anyone is looking for an editor for your fanfiction or original stories, I'm available for hire. I charge $20 dollars an hour, and all transactions will go through Cash App. Whether you have trouble with English, or just want someone to do the annoying part of writing for you (trust me, I know the feeling lol), I'm here to help.

I do have one condition: I won't edit anything that has non-con in it. I don't mind a bit of dub-con, but for personal reasons, I don't do the hardcore shit. Other than that, I'm game for anything.

I'm currently trying to create a steady income so I can afford to pay rent on an apartment for me and my best friend. We're both in our own shitty living situations at the moment, and we're desperately trying to find ways to earn enough cash to financially support ourselves in a place of our own.

So please, if anyone sees this and needs help, or knows someone who does, send me a massage. If neither of these apply to you, then please give this post an reblog. I'll take as many reblogs as I can get lol.

16 notes - Posted March 25, 2022

#2

Attention Prodigal Son fandom: I’m going to start writing an essay soon on what the show means to me and why I believe it deserves a second chance, and I would love to have some of y’all’s own thoughts and feelings to add to it.

If you’re interested, please email me by Friday at [email protected] . In one or two paragraphs, tell me why the show means so much to you. I probably won’t be able to put everyone’s in, but I promise I’ll put as many of you as I can. Also, at the end of the email, please add whichever social media @ that you’re comfortable with so I can credit you.

If y’all could also RT this post, that would be awesome. Thank you. <3

I don’t know if this essay will do anything at all, but I can still try. I haven’t given up hope that we’ll get this amazing show back. I refuse to give up.

23 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It fucking baffles me how there are antis in the Rick and Morty fandom. Why tf are you even here?? Have you even seen the show??? It's not exactly a wholesome fucking watch. Rick is the farthest thing from a good person, and Morty ain't exactly a sweet angel boy, either. Rick has quite literally destroyed civilizations (including his own), and both these mfs have killed a shit ton of people and aliens (some who did shit all to deserve it), but you're mad that people irl ship them?? Just shut the fuck up.

Nobody in this show is what's considered a good person. Nobody. They either have toxic traits, or are just straight up toxic af. But that's the fucking point. This show isn't meant to be Steven fucking Universe, ffs. It's an Adult Swim cartoon that's about an old alcoholic asshole of a scientist and his horny naive 14 year old grandson who go on or get sucked into dangerous adventures every episode. So if you're gonna be that pressed about people shipping them, or literally any other characters together, then maybe you should stop watching the show entirely, since everything that's said and done is SO far from being the "uwu I love my family and feel nothing but wholesome love for them" good morals that you fantasize every show and movie catering to.

🖕🏼

24 notes - Posted August 23, 2022

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[twilekd]

#TWILEKD — an independent, private, and highly selective original character from the STAR WARS franchise. Please check out the carrd before following. Below 21* dni.

blogroll. @lmperiums (sw multi), @grandmcff (tarkin)

CARRD. / PROMO. / PINTEREST. / VERSES.

* disclaimer: if I knew you before the 21+ rule you are fine to follow, but for new followers the 21+ is enforced.

I. This blog is private and follow backs may take me some time to do. I also tend to prefer a low follower count as I like having a clean dash, for it helps with my mental health and related. I ask also that if you are a personal / non-RP blog to not reblog my threads, as it messes up my notifs. Likes and asks however are totally fine! Onto other things my activity is very sporadic and I am normally mobile bound so I rarely get to my laptop. That aside on weekends I usually am not on Tumblr, as I'm out hiking, traveling or spending time with my partner. I have a life outside of Tumblr and do this for fun!!

II. No drama allowed. The block button exists for a reason, and it is something I use. If we break mutuals I will hardblock, if only because with how dysfunctional tumblr is it makes it easier than softblocking and doesn't cause any awkward refollowing on either side. I ask that if you are a bigot of any kind and fit general dni criteria to not follow me. I also refuse to write underage, incest and rape scenarios. Hate anons will be deleted, as will ones wanting to stir drama. Leave me out of it, or DM me personally if you have an issue.

III. I rarely use icons / fancy banners if only because I am mobile bound and things always look a bit off to me on it. I also rarely use fancy font / colored text for accessibility's sake. However I do use a mix of subscript, italic, bold and large text. I tend to prefer writing multi-paragraph replies but please, do not feel that you have to match my length nor my format! That being said sometimes it takes me a while to reply to threads due to issues with my hands, so some replies may take a little while to be responded to but know I rarely drop threads. I ask though to please not pester me for replies.

IV. Unless discussed prior all relationships are in their own universes. I ship with chemistry and do enjoy talking ooc about our muses, as it helps me get an idea of things and how our muses may (or may not) get along! On the topic of NSFW it is something I am not really interested in, but I am not opposed to it. Full blown NSFW will NOT BE WRITTEN ON THIS BLOG. So if that is all you are here for, then please leave. If we do end up getting to a point like that in a thread I ask we do a fade to black sort of thing.

** Little NSFW asks are fine, however I rarely reblog those. Thank you for respecting my opinion on this.

V. Hi! My name is Werner (or Iggy) and you may know me from my old Piett blog (admrl) or my old Tarkin blog (grcndmoffs). I have been in the Star Wars fandom / RPC for a few years, but only recently have returned to it. Truthfully Star Wars is a big comfort to me, and it is very nice to be back here again. Onto other things, my Discord is @fishfrye if you wish to get into contact with me. I only ask that you tell me who you are if you add me so I know! My Tumblr IMs are open to all who may need anything or need someone to talk to, as is the anon feature. Just please do not abuse that feature, for I will turn it off if it is and that just ruins it for everyone.

VI. This being said onto triggers. I tag triggers as 'trigger /', and know that very dark and triggering content will be present on this blog. Mun does not equal muse, and I ask that if you EVER need anything tagged to please let me know. I tag everything I think could possibly upset someone, as I wish for my blog to be a safe spot for all. Thank you so much for reading this far. Ily

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#werner / 26 / they

[plenilunaris]

This is an independent, low activity Robin blog from Honkai Star Rail. Dark and triggering themes are highly likely to occur. My portrayal takes creative liberties based on the presented canon and until more information is released about Robin, everything is heavily headcanon-bound. Keep in mind that changes may or may not occur. Given that HSR is an ingoing game, spoilers will be present here. Established in February 1Oth, 2O24.

       ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs     ✧     ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs    ✧     ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ     ✧     ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

ONE. I go by Lyria and I'm a 25+ year old student. My first language isn't English so if you were to find any mistakes I can possibly make, feel free to drop by and tell me. This blog is a low activity RP blog of Robin of Honkai Star Rail, heavily headcanon based on canon factors and bound to change as the story progresses. Furthermore, the blog is not affiliated with the fandom, meaning that what the fandom where my muse belongs does doesn't represent me. Until further notice, this blog is on semi-hiatus indefinitely. Established in February 1Oth, 2O24.

TWO. I tend to write more multi-paras or novellas more than one-liners, or unique paras. This said, at times I might be posting one-liner calls to break the ice and reach out to more people to interact with! I'm aware that some people struggle by wanting to match the length of the reply, just know that there's no need to match the length of my replies! I admit that I tend to write a lot, but don't let that be an issue to you. If anything, as long as you write enough to have something to work with, that's enough.

THREE. For comfort reasons, this blog is highly selective and private. I will not follow first save for exceptions. However, if I receive asks about the game or headcanons, this is not a requirement. Sometimes it takes me a lot until I follow back. If you see that it’s taking me a while or I’m not following back, I have nothing against you. Do not expect me to agree with everything that’s reblogged under any circumstances nor expect me to feel offended by something that makes you feel that way. If I see any behavior that translates into guilt tripping or any similar attitude for not thinking the same, it will earn an instant unfollow Reciprocity goes a long way. I’m a very patient person, and I understand that life obligations make it harder to dedicate time to what I believe is a hobby. That’s why I think that are more indicators of interest than those related to direct RP interactions between our muses, such as liking posts be it OOC, headcanons, etc. If I see that months pass without any of this happening, it is likely that I will unfollow as I’m not comfortable with the sensation of follow for follow. If I follow you, it’s because I interact with you.

FOUR. Godmod and infomod unless we’re talking about a pre-established thread is a no. Please, don’t do that. If I don’t reply to a meme or a thread, there’s a chance that Tumblr ate asks (which happened to me twice by now, hopefully it won’t happen again) or that I forgot in case of the threads. Coming to me and asking doesn’t hurt, but I’d be grateful if you don’t pester me for responses. If you send a meme ask and you want to make it into a thread, you're more than welcome to do so! In the event you'd like to plot something out before doing that, feel free to drop by my IMs or asks and we'll discuss something out.

FIVE. In terms of exclusivity, I used to practise one-sided exclusivity with me only adhering to the portrayal of the person I’m shipping our muses with and say that the other person can ship with someone else’s portrayals of the same muse as I write without a problem which I’ll still be implementing. However, it’d be wrong of me not to admit that it’d be nice that if we’re shipping our muses, that said exclusivity is reciprocated if possible. Regarding smut content, it'll be tagged with a plain #nsfw tag. It won't be put under read more, but rest assured that R18 visual imagery won't be used, only writing.

SIX. Blog roll: @reginrokkr.

SEVEN. Art credit.

#// ooc. #// pinned post. #// do not interact.

[yanbub]

small spoon or big spoon?

various x gn!reader

hcs, sfw, fluff (?), no cws, 1k words

no idea if i show up in tags properly so reblogs r appreciated

note: "oh my god is that yan actually writing for kazuha and scaramouche ?!" yes it is but ONLY for this goddamn post. the wifi went out for 10 minutes at 1am so i decided to start this mfing draft. unedited as usual aye, if anyone did this yet pls tell me since i didnt rlly see anyone doing this haha maybe im not looking at tags right

small spoons !

xiao, scaramouche, and venti

venti is cheeky, mischievous even. you never know where he gets the endless amount of energy he has on a daily basis - a smile here, a smile there, he smiles all the time. which made you wonder: has or does the ever so popular bard of mondstadt have times where he breaks? well, you didn’t know if you actually have an answer to that so we might as well never know. even though you never expected to find out the reason for that soon. everyone gets tired in the end - including venti. give him a comforting hug during those times and the pace of the wind will surely be better.

xiao has been through a lot, he never really considered giving himself even the smallest bit of happiness. he thought he didn’t deserve it, stating that it serves as his self punishment for letting his old friends die all those years ago. but when he felt you hug him, xiao was comforted. he slowly became desperate for the familiar feeling of warmth that he felt from you. the second you pulled away from the sudden hug you gave him, he was hesitant. he wanted to feel it again but is he allowed too? does it make you uncomfortable if he leans in for another hug? his thoughts were a mess. and you noticed it, you noticed his hesitancy and gave him another hug - a longer one at that. he didn’t know why but xiao felt safe after years of despair.

scaramouche seemed like a big spoon at first but in truth he's the one who loves to be cuddled. not many individuals favor scaramouche, most dislike him due to his attitude - but for some reason, you didn't. you never cared about others opinions. despite working in the fatui, scaramouche had always thought that you were too… bright for the fatui. under the ruling of the beloved tsaritsa, the fatui is dark and cold. yet you're bright and warm, the differences are too big to ignore. but it doesn't matter - even though scaramouche is disliked by his co-workers in the fatui, he knows that you're someone who'll believe that there's honestly more to him.

big spoons !

zhongli, kaeya, and dainsleif

zhongli likes to hug you especially when you're tired (and it comes with a free back massage so who’s gonna back down on that?). he tries his best to make you happy - to enjoy yourself with him. he adapted to many eras of humanity so there’s still some parts he’s kinda rusty in. who knows how long has it been ever since he had a lover, did he even had a lover back then though? it doesn’t really matter. zhongli likes being the big spoon in your relationship and that’s that.

for some random reason, kaeya really likes to drown you in hugs. no matter where the fuck yall are, you get all sorts of hugs. sidehugs if you’re walking in public, back hugs if you’re in your own quarters and many more. you never really thought of why kaeya likes hugs so much. maybe it’s because it feels nice? (or maybe it’s because he has never gotten a proper hug before) - you didn’t really know. not that you minded though, kaeya’s past is something that he isn’t that fond of talking about.

dainsleif isn’t that used to hugs (or cuddling in any sense) so he was rather stiff about it at first. but once dainsleif got used to it, he prefers to be the one who’s hugging you from behind with his arms wrapped around your waist. he feels consoled by it, who knows what runs on his mind at all times every day? everything and everyone has their boundaries that they cannot seem to reach - some try to reach past it with some being successful while some would fail. it’s just how life is, an endless cycle. but in that cycle, dainsleif doesn’t mind for your precious moment to repeat.

in-between !

diluc, childe, albedo and kazuha

similar to dainsleif, diluc was also a bit stiff at first. but whenever diluc is exhausted, he tends to be the small spoon for you but there’s times when he’s also the big spoon. it’s either to be held or to hold for him, and you couldn’t really guess if he wants to be the one who’s cuddled up. that’s okay though - as long as diluc is comfortable, you don’t necessarily mind.

childe is too in-between because he cuddles his siblings if they ask him and he likes to get cuddled by you. it reminds him of the nostalgic feeling of warmth of being held by someone. he wants to feel the exact same warmth once again to the point he’s drunk from it but that doesn’t mean he’s completely a small spoon - he likes being the big spoon at times too. it’s a mix, really. once you see that small pout on his lips, it’s best to assume he wants to be the small spoon. but when he greets you arms wide open, prepare to be the small spoon instead.

albedo is sometimes complicated to understand. you never know if he wants to be cuddled or what - but in the end you cuddle him anyways. he deserves it, after spending hours of working on lab results, experiments and other studies? who wouldn’t get exhausted by all of it. however, albedo isn’t always the small spoon. even though he’s so tired from all the work he’s done, there are times he prefers to hold you instead of being held.

kazuha is usually the big spoon whenever the two of you are together. but if he just recently returned after months of sailing? small spoon all the way! he wants to regain his energy by being with you so cuddling is his best option. because he’ll be able to rest and spend time with you - nothing too complex to understand, no? whenever kazuha is the big spoon though, he won’t let go of you easily if you try to get up. you’re practically stuck but that’s okay.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #dainsleif x reader #kazuha x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #sO MANY FUCKING TAGS 🤠 #kinda wish this would blow up #i want a post w 1k notes too </3 #man half of these didn't even suit the idea #idrc tho haha

[starbuckie]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing(s): college!peter parker x reader, dark!steve rogers x reader, dark!sam wilson x reader, dark!bucky barnes x reader

words: 8.1k words

warnings: DARK!FIC, SMUT 18+ (unprotected sex, foursome turned fivesome, gangbang, non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, oral M and F-receiving, spit kink, degredation kink, praise kink, creampie), age-gap (reader is in her early 20s), cheating, angst, there’s like zero fluff

summary: peter should’ve made it back to the tower for date night on time, or maybe just before he found his girlfriend being fucked by three other superheroes.

a/n: eee my first dark fic! im so so happy with the way this turned out, and even though it was a pain in my ass for nearly three months, im so hapy to share it with y’all. this idea was brought up by an anon from @mypoisonedvine’s saturday sleepover a few months back, but i switched up tony and sam bc i didn’t like the tony and peter stuff. hopefully my smut has improved from the first time i wrote it in january, and just a reminder that in no way, shape, or form do i condone rape of any kind. there’s a large difference from the page and the real world. i try to put all tw’s in the tags and warnings, but if there was something i missed please tell me. thank you to my lovely bestie @mermaidxatxheart for beta-reading(i have no fucking clue what i’d do without your help). feel free to leave a comment or two and reblog, but don’t repost anywhere or i will hunt down your ass. thank you again and please please enjoy <3

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Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck Y/N as soon as he saw her.

It started with a faint mention, something Tony had thrown around along the lines of, “Parker’s bringing his girl down here tomorrow, don’t be an asshole”. He didn’t give a damn what Tony said or how he acted around Peter’s girl. Years of being thrown between gruesome mind-wiping and being half-dead, asleep in a freezer would do that to a man.

So the next day when Peter brought his girlfriend in, he was scratching his ass like a fucking ape and downing a beer with a messy bun at the nape of his neck, until he actually saw her. Neat hair, even neater laces with a sweet smile but a body that could kill. Didn’t matter that she was bundled under Parker’s hoodie and a pair of jeans- he could always admire a pretty dame, but Bucky could see that she was beyond that. It was as if God had intentionally made the one being, the one ethereal creature beautiful and angelic enough to be a sin away from him, so that he couldn’t touch her. Because she was young, and in her twenties, and that shouldn’t have even been the first two things that popped up in his mind because she was also Peter’s girlfriend.

But then she had the audacity to stick her hand out, a shy grin and twinkle in her eyes as she gave her name. It sounded so pretty rolling off of her tongue, and he wondered what it would sound like while he groaned it into her cunt.

Y/N. 

So, yeah, maybe Bucky wasn’t planning to fuck her as soon as he met her, but it was pretty damn close after.

-

Steve Rogers was one of very few men who said they had the pleasure of banging nearly every woman on the north side of Manhattan. Bucky indulged in the fact that the man who had once been too shy to do so much as meet a gal’s gaze was now “a dollar whore”, but he was more than happy to keep that title if it meant he could continue to get off in the nearest woman’s mouth everyday. 

Every time he walked down the streets of New York with just a simple ball cap and jeans, he could feel stares on his back from what seemed like miles away, girls on every street corner just waiting for him to take her into the nearest public bathroom and fuck them dirty. CEOs, baristas, girls fresh out of getting master’s degrees with stars in their eyes and big dreams, until he shattered them by making them gag on his cock and scream his name into bedsheets. Or tile floors. He didn’t care as long as they were screaming. The girls of this century were just too delectable to turn down. He didn’t discriminate. His dick had been in women of every height, stature, hair color, and he had quite the variety throwing themselves at him as well.

And then Tony ruined it all and sat him down with a simple explanation that the image of Captain America was being tainted with disturbing stories of girls being fucked in the ass and thrown on their knees in dirty bathroom stalls. The blond was beyond pissed when the billionaire told him to stop dicking around, but he couldn’t do anything else if he wanted to keep his title and job. In a new century, even if he’d had a few years to adjust, he was still absolutely oblivious when it came to anything outside of aliens and sex. There was nothing left for him outside of being an Avenger, so reluctantly he agreed to keep his number of conquests to a minimum, and most definitely inside of the tower rather than out on the street.

However, inside of the tower seemed to be no problem at all when Peter brought his girlfriend over, all smiles and straight A’s, and that’s when Steve realized that he’d yet to fuck a bright, little college student. He could see himself stripping her from the innocence in her eyes, loosening up her pussy with his thick cock against the wall in his room.

Surely Tony couldn’t reprimand him for spending a little time trying to bond with Peter’s new girl, right?

-

Sam Wilson was a simple man. He had a job, a well-paid one at that, somewhere to live, a girlfriend, or a woman to keep him company, that’s for sure- but for once in his life he was seeking out something other than missions, something that would keep him busy when he was feeling bored, something like-

Pleasure, and he knew that he’d finally found what he was looking for the moment Peter brought his girlfriend through the elevator doors on the fifty-sixth level of the Avengers tower. She’d shaken his hand so daintily and spoke so politely that if he were to see her without any backstory, he’d think she was another innocent, dim-witted college student, breaking her bank account every Saturday morning and naively believing that her relationship would last longer than a few months. But by the things Parker had told him, she was much more than that.

Was it shitty of Peter to tell his teammates, the people he worked with, how Y/N was in bed? By the majority’s vote, probably, and by Sam’s strict conduct of his own morals, definitely, but when Peter’s girl looked like that and he was so incredibly bored with his routine? 

Well, fuck, Sam had never been happier that the Spider-kid had told everyone how his girl gave head.

Peter brought his girlfriend in daily after that, and every one of her visits, she grew less shy and more friendly, and the Falcon saw each of his friends gape at her growing comfortability with a wolfish demeanor. It started with the water incident with Steve in the kitchen, where he so clearly spilled water on her already thin, white camisole with intention. Sam couldn’t say he was upset though, after all Steve had offered him and the rest of the Avengers quite a show when he tried to clean up her shirt, taking his sweet, sweet time to fondle her tits as subtly as he could, his eyes staring at her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could see Bucky hiding his boner under his cereal bowl on the couch that day. 

Then of course, he’d been no better than America’s sweetheart himself when he greeted Y/N with a hug that in hindsight, was a little too enthusiastic. His large hands squeezed into the pockets of her back pocket, and if the college student found anything weird with it, she didn’t say so, but Sam graciously palmed the round globes of her ass in his hands, feeling the muscle clench under his fingers. Oh, how he’d never hugged someone that tight ever before in his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten a bit further than squeezing her ass had it not been for his own girlfriend standing behind him, ready to introduce herself to Y/N.

Bucky, well, Sam could admit that Bucky had the most guts out of all of them. Though the super-soldier was normally well-reserved and polite, the dark glint in his eyes the day he met Y/N let him in on the secret that he had a much dirtier mind than most thought. It had been movie night that time, and he barely even tried to cover up how much he wanted the girl, his hands resting all over her as they watched Inception. Hardly a movie to get so riled up over, yet Bucky’s hand still inched its way up her thigh, his rough fingers gently carressing the flesh until they started to lightly trace the apex of her thighs. 

If she noticed anything then, she didn’t comment on it, doe-like eyes just marvelling at the screen in great intrigue. It was only when Peter’s arms wrapped around her a bit tighter did she scooch away from Bucky’s touch, with a small apology and shy grin. 

That only made his dick harder.

On the other side of Bucky, his super-soldier counterpart tapped his knee gently, forcing their blue eyes to meet each other. No words had to be said between the two, three men when they looked over to Sam, because they all recognized that look they saw in each other's eyes; predatory, dark, nearly voracious in the way they all wanted to be balls deep inside of Y/N.

And they would get there. No matter how long it took, they knew that the ultimate prize of tearing their prey apart would be more than worth the wait.

-

“Hey, babe, I’m gonna be a little late. Ned and I got stuck back in the lab, so we’re gonna need to stay until eight or nine. Can you make it to the tower by yourself alright?”

Peter’s concerned voice made Y/N smile gently as she trudged along the rainy streets of New York. He always loved to worry about her, especially when it was dark and gloomy out, but she could handle herself pretty okay. By pretty okay, of course meant she could kick ass like no other twenty-something year-old, but she wasn’t one to brag. Y/N readjusted the Kate Spade purse on her shoulder with her right hand, attempting to keep her umbrella over her head with the other. “I’ll be fine, Pete, just go finish up and get back to me. I’m gonna be waiting in your room at the tower before you go off on that mission this weekend.”

A small sigh came through the speaker, “Okay, I’ll try to get back to you soon. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” 

“Oh,” she could hear the shy but no less mischievous smile that was taking over his face, “I left you a little present on the bed, make sure you open it before I get back.”

Y/N’s face heated at the implication. “Peter Parker, you dirty little-” He ended the call with a laugh, and she huffed out a small chuckle at his childish antics.

The walk to the Avengers tower would have been nice, had it not been for the downfall of rain, making everything mushy, socks being absolutely soaked through her sneakers by the time she arrived. The receptionist at the front desk, Jenny, if Y/N remembered correctly, stared at her a little oddly, probably not expecting to see the young college girl in such a state of disorder, but it didn’t affect her at all. She confidently strutted up to the elevator, pressing in the floor number where all the rooms were located. Y/N scrolled through her Twitter feed on her phone while classic rock blared through the elevator with the constant shuffling of people moving in and out. Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds later she was sprinting down the halls with soggy shoes and damp hair, her cold body screaming for warmth.

Peter’s room was the farthest down the hall, and the room was fairly empty. He rarely stayed at his room in the tower, preferring to stay with his Aunt May or keep Y/N company in Brooklyn. When she entered the room, she saw a plain white shirt and a pair of socks strewn upon the carpeted floor, but what really caught her eye was the red box wrapped in a pink bow on the bed. Deciding it would add more suspense if she opened it later, she quickly hopped in the shower, letting the hot water warm her freezing, rigid muscles under the spray. 

Peter didn’t have all the products she’d usually use before she knew they were going to have sex, so she had to make do with the half-used bar of Irish Spring and his small travel-sized bottles of shampoo and conditioner, promising the fresh, breezy smell of citrus and mint. It was a quick process; two squeezes of shampoo, shaving with the green soap as best as she could without cutting herself, one squeeze of conditioner. A fuzzy towel sat waiting for Y/N on the rack, with the Spiderman symbol as a prank gift from her to her lovely boyfriend, and without a second to let the heat leave her damp skin, she wrapped herself in it, quickly hopping out to the bedroom again.

The lingerie she set out on the bed was a deep set burgundy color, with lace decorating the delicate corset and the trim of the satin panties. The packaging really did not do it justice. Y/N grinned at the new set, one that she knew would happily be torn from her body later. A shiver ran through her as she let the cold air fall over her skin, carefully slipping the lingerie on. It was a damn shame, really; the set was quite nice, and she reminded herself to buy more of the nicely suiting color for their nights together. 

Click.

Y/N’s heart thumped with anticipation as she heard the door open and she took a quick moment to ready herself. Hair in perfect style, legs stretched along the length of the bed to make herself look as seductive as possible, a small smirk thrown on her pouty lips.

But in the darkened room, it wasn’t Peter’s shadow that appeared. Three men, three tall, bulkier men’s shadows appeared at the foot of the bed, and horror washed over her as she realized who they were. “Goddamn, dolly, I’ve imagined what you would’ve looked like under those sweaters, but this is much sweeter than I expected.”

The sinister face of Bucky Barnes came into her view, just a sliver of moonlight lighting up his pale skin. His eyes raked over Y/N’s uncovered skin, and goosebumps appeared as she tried to cover herself up under his predatory gaze.

“W-what are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly. Sam and Steve flanked the bed on either side of her, plastered sickly sweet smiles on their faces, providing her with a false sense of security that made her heart scream in fear. Though she wasn't making any noise, her lungs felt like they were going to give out, her throat closing up like an allergic reaction. 

Her head whipped every which way in robotic movement, her brain seeming to fail her as she scanned the room for an exit. Several moments of shortened breaths, cold air chilling her body, before she came out of her freezing shock to realization.

“Why are you here? Please, get out, just g-get out!”

A calloused hand pushed away Y/N’s left arm that covered her tits, and Steve groaned at the sight of her pebbled nipples. “God, baby, they’re as pretty as I thought they’d be. Been trying to feel them up all week, but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Saturday the week before at lunch when he’d spilled water over chest and tried to clean her up. Sam’s friendly hug that became a bit less friendly when his hands slipped into the back pockets of her jeans. The movie night on Monday when Bucky’s hand caressed her thigh a little too close to her core. All of their touches began to make more sense, and her eyes filled with tears at the realization. 

“Please,” she begged, tears blocking her vision, “I promise I won’t tell anyone, not even Pete, but please just go.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Steve asked. He grasped her chin roughly, his face close enough to hers so that she could feel his fiery breath on her lips. “We’re not leaving, sweetheart. You’re gonna let all three of us play with your pretty little body, and you’re gonna make the prettiest sounds for us, alright?”

Y/N shook her head violently, too afraid to make noise, but also bold enough to make one last attempt at freedom. The hand that held her chin quickly moved to slap her cheek, and she hated the way the sting made heat stir in her lower belly. She tried to shy away from their touch again, but Bucky’s face simply held the same smirk as he trailed his vibranium fingers up and down her leg. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N, don’t act all shy now. Peter has been telling us how good you’ve been to him and don’t think he hasn’t told us about your little childhood crush on little ol’ me. Been wanting to fuck you ever since.” Bucky’s hand quickly left her body, instead moving to palm over the bulge in his pants. “Fuck, sweetheart, got me real hard just thinking ‘bout your pussy swallowing my cock. Bet you’re gonna be a sweet, obedient girl for me, right?”

Fire started to course through Y/N’s veins, and with all the power she tried to dampen it down with, it seemed to push through her body that much more dangerously. She despised the fact that she could feel herself growing wet for the three older men, but God, she had never felt the need to be filled up as badly as she did in that moment.

“You’re a bit of a slut, don’t you think?” Sam mocked. He kneeled on her right, his eyes fixated on her panty-clad pussy, a wet patch already forming on the soft satin. It really didn’t help that three of her teen celebrity crushes were eyeing her nearly naked body like a piece of meat. “I mean, look at you, already growing wet and needy for three cocks. Is that what you want, honey? Parker not treating you good enough?”

She hesitated. Goosebumps rose across her skin at the sinister tone of his voice, like he already knew it was true. And it was true and she hated that Sam was right, but as amazing as Peter was a boyfriend, it was clear from the vibrator hiding in his apartment’s bathroom that he was not amazing in the sheets. Every time, she held hope that it would be better, that she would finally get to stop faking an orgasm before he rolled out of the bed with a filled up condom, but she knew deep down inside of her that it wasn’t happening anytime soon. Y/N forced herself to nod weakly at Sam’s questions, and Bucky chuckled. “Oh, you poor dolly, we’re gonna have so much fun with you. Treat you better than that little boy ever could.”

All it took was a whimper, a nearly audible, deadly silent whimper that managed to squeak its way past Y/N’s throat, and the three men took it as permission to ravage her body however they pleased.

Steve made quick work of his pants as Sam lifted her chin to kiss him, his tongue hot and heavy against her mouth, coaxing her lips open. The sound of belt buckles hitting the floor shamefully turned on Y/N even more. Panic coursed through her senses, her mind wanting to scream for them to stop, but her body knew her too well as she felt a wave of slick run down her thighs. Cold metal digits slipped under the waistband of her panties, moving to her wet folds, and she whimpered into Sam’s mouth at the touch. 

“You look so nice, baby, so pretty all laid out for us like this.” Bucky’s hands pulled down her panties as Steve pinched her peaked nipple through the lace, laying lavish, open-mouthed kisses down her torso. The cool air hit her pussy when Bucky’s hands pulled her legs wide open, fully exposed to the three men ready to use her against her will. “Knew you’d be so wet for us, sweetheart, just look at you. Dripping all for your daddies,” Steve murmured against her skin.

Hot breath fanned over her cunt before they rolled her over on her stomach, someone’s hands forcing her up onto her knees with her face smashed into the cotton pillows. She could feel two rough human hands pulling her ass cheeks apart, spreading her ever wider for their view. “Would you look at that, boys, look how fucking hot she is for us.”

Sam’s thick finger ran through her folds, the calloused pad of his finger just teasing her clit before landing a harsh smack to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was muffled through the mattress and she prayed they wouldn’t hear how being treated like whore made her wet like nothing else. 

Hot slick dripped down her thighs, a pool of it staining the pristine sheets by each knee. It was quite a sight, Steve, kneeled by the bed as his face hovered next to her ear, whispering filthy things into her ear as Bucky stroked his hard, leaking cock right next to him. Sam’s lips were making their way up the inside of her right thigh, cracked skin gliding across her sticky flesh. “Oh, baby,” he purred, “you smell so good. Bet you taste even better, don’t you, little girl?”

His tongue reached the apex of her thighs, finally licking a stipe up her center with no warning. Y/N sobbed into the comforter below her, mascara stained tears marking up her face. Two fingers edged their way between the bed and her face, forcing her head upwards and arching her back. Steve’s face was caught in a dirty smirk above hers, lip pulled taut between his teeth, until he saw the tears trailing down her face. “Oh, sweetheart, you look so desperate like this.” His fingers traced her smeared lip gloss around her lips, before opening her lips harshly. “Open up, you dumb baby.”

Y/N forced her jaw open wider, just enough to watch a string of Steve’s saliva drip into her mouth. The thick spit pooled on her tongue and she tried hard not to grimace in front of him, in hopes that he wouldn’t make her- 

“Swallow it, sweetheart.” He saw the hesitation in her eyes, how her lower lip trembled at his words, but he just laughed at her. “Now.”

The warm saliva slid down her tongue and more black tears ran down her face as she obliged his orders, finally gulping it and cringing at the taste. Steve loved the way her face screwed up in displeasure, how she still had the audacity to pretend she hated what they were doing though she was moaning and whimpering with Sam’s tongue attacking her entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart? We might give it to you as long as you use your words.” Bucky taunted lightly.

Y/N stared up at the brunette, staring menacingly down at her with his cock in hand. “Please,” she whimpered.

The three found it woeful, the way she could barely get a full sentence out as Sam went to town with his skilled tongue, but even with that onslaught, a simple please wasn’t enough for them.

“Please what, honey,” Sam moaned from between her legs, “you gotta use your big words or we’ll never know what you want from us.”

Steve and Bucky nodded in fake-agreement even though they all knew exactly what she wanted and where. 

“I don’t-” her widened eyes glanced into Steve’s, blown-out and teary. “I don’t want anything, not from you.” She lied through her teeth harshly.

Sam removed his head from between her thighs and Y/N immediately whined at the loss of contact almost hilariously. “You don’t want anything, little girl?” 

The air felt static, every hair on her neck rising in the pressured silence. The angel and the devil clawed at her heart, each trying to show her what was right. And she wanted to sin, God knew that she would love nothing more than to let that little greedy part of her take over, but she’d already cheated on Peter and that damn good part of her conscience stole the wheels of her brain.

Slowly and shamefully, she shook her head, though the downright dirty monster inside of her wanted the men to ignore her words and keep assaulting her body. 

“That’s a shame, baby, I thought we were having fun.” Sam sighed. He met Bucky’s gaze on the side, and though they seemed to be in resignation with her wishes, their eyes twinkled devilishly. He positioned his body over Y/N’s kneeled over form, his bare chest glued to her sweating back as his hands ran up the sides of her ribcage and to her front, just barely grazing over her sensitive nipples. “You mean, you don’t want me to touch you here?”

He pinched the darkened buds and she had to use every ounce of self-restraint to not collapse at the sensation. His calloused hands moved back even further, tracing down to the stretch of skin just above her mound, swiping a finger across the skin delicately. “How about here? Or even,” he brought three fingers around her body, over her ass, and into her glistening cunt again, just rubbing along her entrance, not daring to go further in. Y/N couldn’t hold in her reaction to his prodding anymore, his teasing chipping away all of her dignity and pride in a few simple touches. 

“Yes, please, please, use your fingers,” she blurted against her will. Where shame should have washed over her, there was only lust, raging red and coursing through her body so forcefully that she felt braindead. “Put your fingers in me, daddy, please.”

The pet name rolled off of her tongue so easily and she was barely ashamed of how it made her feel. The name especially shocked the three men, who smiled even wider with their cocks harder than before at the little slip up. “That was all you had to say, dolly, gonna have your daddies make you feel real good,” Bucky laughed.

Sam finally plunged his thick fingers knuckle-deep into her cunt as Steve’s mouth captured hers, effectively swallowing her scream with ferocity. The long digits scissored and swirled inside of her, pressing against new unexplored areas that she’d never even gotten to with her own fingers. White dots danced along the front line of her vision as teeth clashed against hers and though it’d been mere minutes she already knew she was close and the men did as well.

“I can feel you clamping around my fingers, honey,” Sam taunted. His lips were moving sinfully around her ass, planting sloppy kisses and drooling all over her skin while he fingered her deep. “Are you gonna come soon, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m so- fuck,” Y/N panted into Steve’s mouth, “m’ so c-close.” The blond bit her tongue hard enough for her to taste blood and she yelped as she heard Sam and Bucky laugh. 

“Watch your language, dolly,” Bucky sneered from the side of the bed. His hand was rapidly moving around his cock, corkscrew motions edging him towards the brink of pleasure. 

“Little girls like you don’t get to use big swear words,” Sam’s face was still buried between her legs, his soaked fingers pulling out of her cunt only to rub at her little pearl of nerves in circles. His tongue still lapped at her dripping entrance and he could feel her tight hole start to pulse as her breathing picked up. “Oh, baby, you’re getting close, aren’t you?”

Y/N was hesitant to answer at first, the sweat on her body seeming to cool immediately in fear of what would happen if she messed up. But after five seconds Steve stopped kissing her, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes deeply. He looked as debauched as she felt, with his rosy lips swollen with spit and cheeks tinged with pink. “Are you gonna answer daddy, sweetheart?”

That knocked her into shape real fast.

“Yes, daddy, I’m so close. P-please let me come,” she whimpered. The whine in her voice pleased the two men, and Steve went back to exploring her mouth before she felt something poking against her asshole.

“Gonna let daddy put his cock in you, little girl?” Sam asked gently. His words had panic coursing through her system, a chilling realization like water being poured on her head and she began to wiggle around, trying to free Sam’s hand from her hip. Her arms weakly pushed at Steve’s chest, trying to push him as far away as he could, but the men only laughed at her flailing limbs. Y/N wanted to scream no to them, and despite her contrasting love-hate relationship with Sam’s fingers inside her cunt she knew it was time to go. It was laughable how much she would continue to say that to herself for the rest of the night. 

But Sam managed to sense her panic, knowing exactly what the issue was before harshly spanking her and effectively stopping her struggle. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t come inside of you. I’m not risking knocking up a whore with my kids, I’ve got more dignity than that.”

He led the leaking tip of his dick down her crack, rubbing it along her slick entrance before pushing in with a groan. “Oh my fucking God, that is so hot.” Bucky admonished from the side. “Gotta get in on that soon.”

Steve chuckled against Y/N’s lips, pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting them. He adjusted himself up so his dick was centimeters from her face, a knee propped up on the bed for balance. “Gotta wait your turn, Buck, we all want a piece of her.” He noticed the way Y/N’s eyes were transfixed on his cock, the red mushroom head smeared with precome along the slit, nearly purplish veins standing out prominently on his shaft. Yeah, he couldn’t even deny that he was big because he already knew how many girls had dropped down on their knees for him. “Go ahead, sweetheart, open up those pretty lips for me.”

Almost too excitedly, she dropped her jaw, allowing him to slide his cock into the silky warmth of her mouth. As his hips started to thrust into her mouth, Sam’s started to do the same into her cunt. Both men moaned in tandem with their movements as Y/N’s worries faded away to the back of her mind as they stuffed her to the brim.

“You can come now, baby,” Sam nearly ordered, “go and cream on daddy’s cock- fuck, I know you’ve been waiting.”

It was a harsh bump of his head against her G-spot that sent her over the edge, walls clamping down with ferocity and milking him for all she was worth. Y/N reeled in the sunlight infested warmth that coursed through her body as she finally let go, whining around Steve’s dick as he continued to abuse her throat with long, deep thrusts. 

Bucky was still holding his orgasm off, fondling with his tight, heavy sac while his dick remained a painfully hard mess, glistening with precome. “I’m so glad I got to see you come, dolly, look so fucking pretty when you do.”

She couldn’t deny the little skip of her heart at the praise, just a few simple words that made her feel like a good little girl. But no, God-fucking no, she wasn’t supposed to let them make her feel this way. Guilt washed away that warmth in her chest just as quickly, knowing that her boyfriend was just waiting to come back to see her, finishing up his studies so that they could live their lives out together after college while she was getting her pussy and mouth absolutely wrecked by his co-workers. 

As soon as Y/N got her brain thinking straight again, Sam started moving inside of her again and she garbled out a strangled cry. “If you thought we were done here, baby,” Sam laughed, “you’ve got a lot left ahead of you.”

“We’re not leaving until all of us have come, brat.” Steve’s palm gripped the back of her skull roughly, pushing her head so far down on his dick that her nose was squished against his abdomen. “Greedy little bitch.”

Both men started to thrust into her again, and just like that she was back to being absolutely lost in desire and lust like the bitch in heat she was until there was a sudden shift in the air. So much that the sweat on her body began to cool her skin, Sam’s hands still gripping her hips so tightly she knew they’d leave marks that she would have to hide when she wore her favorite low-cut shorts. 

Bucky’s eyes seemed to drift from her tits moving with each movement of her hips, checking behind the door as if there were something lurking there, but she was too afraid to see for herself. If she stopped she would get spanked, and they’d probably prolong her second orgasm even further, and her pussy couldn’t handle any more subtle teasing.  

“Hey there, Parker, why don’t come on out here?”

But that, that was what made the hairs on Y/N’s neck rose, dread filling her to the fullest as she realized the implications of Sam’s words.

Peter had seen everything. Peter, her boyfriend, had seen three of his co-workers, three men who she barely knew, fuck her deep into his mattress. Peter, her boyfriend, had watched her get fucked into his mattress, without trying to stop them whatsoever.

She couldn’t tell if it was the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend or the freezing realization that he hadn’t done anything to stop the three men that hurt more. 

Yet Peter still walked from behind the door, dressed in a NYU hoodie and a pair of khakis slung low on his hips, just drawing attention to the sizable bulge that stretched out his zipper. His umber eyes, normally full of so much joy and love, were possessed by the same lust and darkness as the three men, as much as he tried to hide it behind a shyer facade. 

His eyes were trained on the tightness of how Y/N’s pussy was gripping Sam, her lips glossed over with come and spit wrapped around Steve’s dick. The girl stopped in her movements, her eyes no longer full of tears for just being gagged, but as soon as her mouth came to a halt around the base of his cock, the blond slapped her across the face. A sharp crack echoed around the room and though she couldn’t see him, she heard Bucky’s feral growl of pleasure at the whorish treatment she was receiving. 

“Didn’t say you could fucking stop, sweetheart, keep working on daddy’s cock.” No more words needed to be said as Steve gripped her hair once more, forcing himself farther back into her throat to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Sam’s thrusts were quickening, closer and closer to release as the sounds of the girl struggling to breath made his balls tighten. 

“Fucking shit, baby, you feel yourself squeezing my dick? I bet you like teasing daddy like that, don’t you?” One of his hands were brought down on her ass in a quick smack that resonated with Bucky, who was staving off his orgasm for something much sweeter than his hand. She was moaning raucously around the dick stuffed in her mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up every nerve in Steve’s body as he came with the tip of his dick nearly being swallowed by Y/N’s throat. There was barely any time for her to fully down the thick come in her mouth before Sam was threatening to orgasm. “I’m gonna come so soon but you better fucking not, little girl, you hear me? Gotta let your daddy come before you, you ungrateful little bitch- oh.”

It was a really fucking close call, Sam’s dick pulling out of her with one quick movement before spilling pearly ropes of come onto Y/N’s spine. A high whine escaped her mouth, clit throbbing as she was so, so close to coming, and she was too far into her crazed pleasure to realize that she was letting three older men, men who fought to defend the universe from evil, use her as an over-glorified fleshlight. 

She couldn’t really blame them for calling her a cockdrunk whore. 

Bucky sauntered over to the bed, eyes trained on the pool of come centered around the base of her spine before flipping her over onto her back with his large hands and shoving three vibranium fingers back into her hole. She gasped and held onto his forearm as he continued to fingerfuck her to her second orgasm, eyes screwed shut in a delirious haze of contentment for being filled with at least something again. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, please-” Steve slapped her along the face, correcting her words immediately. “Daddy, daddy, please let me come.”

Bucky chuckled, tweaking one of her nipples with his flesh hand as he hovered over her face. “I don’t know, dolly, you’ve been a little naughty, callin’ me the wrong name, not listening to Stevie’s orders- don’t think you deserve to get what you want.”

A muffled whimper escaped her swollen lips, and he sighed in surrender. “Okay, dollface, go ahead and come on my fingers. Let me see how you wet ‘em up real good.”

Y/N’s hips bucked into his metal digits with finality, come leaking out of her cunt and soaking the sheets below her. Her sweat-glazed skin shone even against the darkening sky, and all Bucky could do was chuckle at how her chest rose quickly as she tried to catch her breath. He thought about teasing her clit again, just circling around the little bud of nerves to get a rise out of her, but he decided against it. Sam probably had better plans for her anyway. 

On the other hand, Y/N’s orgasm was starting to wear off as she noticed the hardened stare from the edge of the room. Her boyfriend.

“Peter, I…” Y/N made eye contact with him, suddenly noticing how mousy he looked in his own bedroom. 

“I nearly forgot you were here, Parker,” Sam smirked darkly. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck your little whore. I’m feeling a little generous today.”

Steve and Bucky nodded with the same infuriating smugness as Sam. The brunette boy opened his mouth to object to the degrading statement, but when he met his girlfriend’s eyes nothing needed to be said. There was no escaping this. Nothing he said mattered to the three older men, because really they had already gotten everything they wanted right in front of their disgusting, perverted eyes. 

He unbuckled his belt, letting the weight of it drop his khakis to the floor. Maybe if he’d known he would be forced into join a fivesome later that night he’d have picked any other boxers but the Ducktales one, but no one seemed to say a word about them, rather focusing on what they were failing to conceal. 

Peter’s cock had always been admirable to Y/N by its length and God, definitely its thickness. Curved upwards towards his abdomen with a vein running along the left side up to the bulbous head, it was definitely more than average. It was really just a shame he didn’t know how to use it well enough.

His shirt was pulled over his head just as quickly, and if Y/N knew any better she would say that he was excited to get to fuck her in front of the three men. He placed himself in between Y/N’s parted legs, standing in the same position as he had so many times before.

But when Y/N cried out in pain and pleasure as he slid into her, Peter knew that this time, it was different. This time three men, men that he used to trust with his life, stood on either side of him and his girlfriend and jerked their hands up and down their cocks as they watched her get fucked relentlessly. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but he couldn’t really think when his thick cock was stuffed inside of her stimulated pussy, juices and come leaking out of her abused sex. 

“Go faster, Parker,” Steve instructed, his face contorted in pure pleasure. The pace of Peter’s thrusts sped up, and he threw Y/N’s ankles over his shoulders, hitting deeper inside of her, with the sound of her sobs only turning them all on more. “Oh, right there, shit, shit, shit-”

Steve came first, a low groan escaping his lips as streams of come landed on her tits, still bouncing with every movement of Peter’s hips. 

“Open up,” Sam gritted through his teeth, and Y/N obediently opened her mouth to let his bitter come coat the inside of her throat, some of it landing on her face and neck. The string of curses he let out made Peter thrust even faster into her, and he hated, absolutely despised the way it turned him on to see the three men use his girlfriend to their pleasure. But soon enough a hand pushed against his chest away from Y/N and he reluctantly pulled out.

“Move aside, kid,” Bucky instructed, “Wanna come inside of her.”

As he lined his gigantic cock up with her entrance, her eyes widened with fear. “No, please, I didn’t take my pills, I can’t- I won’t, please not inside-”

“Shut the fuck up, you slut.” Bucky’s fingers came to slap her clit harshly, and she cried out in pain. “You’re gonna be quiet and let me come wherever I damn want, right?”

He punctuated his last word as he thrust inside her, filling her up to the hilt with his girth. She was too drunk on the feeling of her cunt being filled up to argue again. It was painful, extremely so, even though two different cocks had been inside her overstimulated pussy already and Bucky stretched her out wide, his cock thicker with veins to hit every pleasure point. With her legs tossed around his tapered torso, he slid out until his very tip was left in her, then slammed back in with a small moan. The head of his cock relentlessly pounded into her cervix in a nearly soundless tempo and all Y/N could hear were her own gasps of pleasure, jaw-dropping moans that made drool slide back down her throat in her laid down position.

She turned her head to the side, and though her vision was bleary through the tears, she could see Sam and Steve watching Bucky fuck her while Peter, her boyfriend, her sweet, sweet boyfriend, was caught up fucking his hand to the sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against her ass. 

“Fuck, ‘m not gonna last much longer, dollface.” Bucky gasped. “You gonna come soon? You’re gonna come for daddy one more time. I think you’ve got a third one in you, you little fucking slut.”

“Shit, shit, daddy, please ‘m almost there,” Y/N wailed absentmindedly. A thumb came down to circle her clit quickly and she felt the coil in her stomach grow tighter and tighter, until she finally let out a high whine, finding her release as Bucky’s cock pulsed inside of her, ready to come just as easily as her. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she rode out her orgasm, fingers grasping at the sheets in order to find some sort of grounding. His come painted her walls white, and Bucky could’ve sworn there was no better feeling than feeling his blood warm in every vein as he finally let go. With stunted groans, his hips slowed its rhythm, lost in watching how his cock disappear into Y/N’s pussy, her slick juices coating his dick each time he pulled out. 

“Ah, fuck, dolly, you did so good for me. Pussy tight as a fuckin’ vice.” Bucky hugged her limp body close to his sweaty chest, letting his dick soften inside of her for a good few moments before pulling out. He tossed Y/N back onto the bed below him, barely even caring to clean the come dripping down her ribcage and out of her cunt before grabbing his boxers from the cabinet next to the bed. 

Steve was already buttoning his jeans up, checking the notifications on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket. The blond seemed to have better things to do so soon after, rushing his way to the door before pausing where Y/N laid to watch come drip out of her pussy. One more time he pushed Bucky’s come inside of her abused entrance, watching as it oozed out from behind his digits. “Look at you, fucking full of of his come. Such a goddamn whore,” he muttered under his breath.

Those were the last words he said to her before patting Bucky on the shoulder and leading him out of the opened door. 

Maybe Sam was a bit more kind, or affectionate at least. He was already dressed but visibly hard again beneath the thick denim of his pants, and he made sure Y/N knew it, taking her left hand and placing it over his dick. “You still got that effect on me, honey, even when you’re all fucked out like this.” He dragged his fingers through the thick ribbons of come that coated her chest, bringing them up to her mouth so she could taste. Even though she was more than exhausted, she wrapped her tongue around the two fingers that were pushed past her swollen lips, sucking them clean with a tired vengeance. Satisfied with her work, he kissed her chin one more time before leaving without so much as another word, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Click.

It ended exactly the way it started, the lock jostling into the doorknob just as easily as the high of Y/N’s final orgasm slipped away.

Stifling silence suffocated the room around them. Peter refused to meet her eyes, just as much as hers did his. She laid motionless on the bed with him standing at the foot, his dick soft and if she narrowed her bleary eyes just a bit, she could see how his knees were shaking. Neither of them were able to say anything, losing the ability to converse as soon as the three men left the room.

“Peter,” her voice was throaty after the rough fucking she took, “C-can you please get me a drink?”

The brown-haired boy looked down to meet her face, and she could finally see the reason that he had hid it from her. His eyes were red and bloodshot, snot running from his nose with tears running down his cheeks. She’d been so caught up in the after haze of the sex that she didn’t even notice how his bare chest was heaving so deeply, nearing hyperventalation. 

But still, he grabbed his boxers, pulling them over his weakened legs clumsily. “Y-yeah, what kind do you want, Mr. Stark has a ton-”

“I don’t care.” She cut him off firmly, a sharp tone in her voice as she rolled over on her side. Y/N tucked her knees to her chin, fingers running over the side of her neck which was marked with bruises and scratches. “I don’t fucking care.”

Without another word Peter slipped out of the room quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to her about what they had been forced to participate in. It wasn’t as if there was much to say anyways.

Rain pattered against the window. It was only six o’clock in the evening. Cars honked and beeped and Natasha’s Igor Stavinsky record played for its fiftieth round of the day, and to anyone else in the tower it was a normal night. Normal, just like the ones spent sitting on the couch with Bucky’s hand creeping up her leg or Sam’s hands groping her ass, but this time they’d made a move. 

The silence was far too much to handle, the unspoken truth of what she’d done with Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Peter finally hitting her, knocking the air out of her lungs as she suddenly struggled to breathe. Gripping her face, clawing at it like a goddamn wolf, Y/N began to cry. Silently at first, gradually growing into heartbroken sobs, she let her trodden pride carry her voice wherever it wanted to go. 

The men’s whispered words haunted her mere moments after they’d left the room, but most audibly she could hear a faint husk of a voice, Sam’s low moan in her ear looming in the dreadful silence of the room:

Thanks for sharing with us, baby.

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Yuuji with a bookish and more introverted bf or crush? sounds like a fun and cute dynamic. bf gets hijm to be more serious when needed and Yuuji helps him relax/goof off and have fun.

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Character: Terushima Yuuji

Warnings: wholesome. im also brain dead so its not great or proofread

Notes: woohoo a request!! thank you <3 i enjoyed writing this

male reader!

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If there’s one thing teru needs

It’s someone polar opposite of him

Bc if it was someone with the same energy i think the world would burn /j

There cannot be two

So, introverted boyfriend? Great

You’re the best person to go to when he’s having a bleh day because you can let him talk forever, and just spend some time with him. Just the two of you. He loves it, honestly

Quality time with him is HUGE bc he’s. He’s not really the jealous type, but he does like having you to himself

So on meh days he likes to lay his head in your lap and play with your fingers and talk about nothing

He’s very good at talking about nothing

Can and will talk about nonsense for as long as possible

On good days, though?

Expect him to be insanely hype (like usual)

He loves running up behind you and hugging you in the hallway before running off w a grin

He somehow talks more but this time its about practice or this test he had or a book he has to read for class or—

He just gets this grin when he talks about something he’s passionate about

He catches you staring a lot

And to this he has one of two reactions

His smile just grows and he winks at you and continues on

OR he’ll pause whatever story he’s telling and start teasing you

“Oh? Whatcha lookin at?” “just you” “like what ya see?”

Tries SO HARD to fluster you but honestly cannot take what he dishes out

So if you flirt back he dies internally

Like soul has left his body

Its cute

He’s very chatty and VERY touchy

Expect him to be walking to lunch with you with his hand in yours, or his arm around your shoulder/waist

Loves linking pinkies

Can and will randomly lean over and kiss you at any given time

He just likes seeing your shocked face when you pull away and just mumble “what was that for”

And likes when you smile when he says “just because i love you”

And he also likes your laugh when his teammates start shoving him around or make fake gagging noises or tell you to get a room

Theyre very supportive by the way <3

Team loves you 100%

They might like you than yuuji tbh (not really tho but they do like you)

Especially the 1st years they all look up to you

Let’s just say homophobic comments are not tolerated bc there’s a whole team of 15-17 year old feral teenagers ready to defend you at any given moment

Pspsps i also think you guys are the reason some of the first years were comfortable to come out to the team <333

There are some times you’ve gotta reel the guy in

Honestly he’s a jokester, yknow

He’s always pranking someone and has a very hard time being serious about anything

Which drives misaki nuts

And there are many times you hang out at practice and she loves having you there bc one glare from you that screams “no kisses for the rest of the day” has yuuji calming the hell down

However he knows how to get you to loosen up a little

Loves bringing you to parties w the team

Theyre not big parties so its not too loud or too many people

But its a lot of board games and everyone hanging out and vibing

And he likes beginning you because it’s the team and his family and he likes that you’re party of this family they made somehow

But also because he likes it when you step outside your comfort zone a little for him

Not too much to make you insanely uncomfortable

But just enough that you’re doing something new for him

Makes him feel special <3

guys find yourself a yuuji. Love this guy

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GAHHHGAGA SEEING WONU’S SWEATER PAWS INSPIRED ME

CAN YOU DO A HHU REACTION TO YOU WEARING THEIR SWEATER AND IT BEING TOO BIG FOR YOU AND YOU UAVE SWEATER PAWS

im gonna go cry over wonu now 💔

svt + s/o's sweater paws

➔ reaction || requested

➔ 640 words ➔ notes: fluff ; STOP OMG THIS IS SO CUTE???? you're gonna make me cry pls. it's so sweet i'm gonna go punch my pillow. wonwoo's sweater paws make my heart pitter patter. as always, pls reblog! (wonwoo's inspired by @imagine-svt's post)

SEUNGCHEOL: "you look ridiculous. absurd, really," he says upon finding you in the living room, but the grin on his face takes away the bite of his words. you reach out for him, making grabby hands, though only your fingers are visible from the baggy fabric. he should be getting dinner ready, but caves and settles down next to you. "where'd you even find this old thing?" he tugs at the worn material. "i haven't seen it in forever." "i found it while doing some cleaning," you say. "how does it look?" he signals for you to do a little twirl for him, but as soon as you get up, he pulls you straight into his lap and presses his face into your shoulder. "it's really, really nice on you." "seungcheol, you didn't even look!" you laugh. that only makes his arm around your waist tighten. "i don't need to look to know my baby looks good."

WONWOO: you're taking an evening stroll with wonwoo, and before you left the house, you insisted that you didn't need a jacket despite his advice. you're regretting it now. "are you cold?" he asks, amused. he's definitely noticed the way you've been shivering for the past few minutes. "do you want my sweater?" "yes, please." he shrugs off his cardigan and holds it up as you stick your arms through the sleeves. "and what did we learn today?" he spins you around to do up the buttons. "don't overestimate my cold tolerance." you wrap your arms around yourself, snuggling into the still warm fabric. your fingers barely peek out of the cuffs, and when you take wonwoo's hand again, you have to shake the extra fabric out of the way. "...what?" you ask once you catch his stare. he shakes his head. "nothing, you're just cute." he squeezes your hand. "c'mon, let's take the shortcut, get you home faster."

MINGYU: nearly drops his phone when you walk into the practice room wearing his sweater, your fingers curled around the cuffs. he looks around, making sure the members are distracted before jogging over. "this is for at home use only," he whispers, taking the snack bags from you. but the whispering only gets the attention of the boys who recognize the crewneck. "i thought it looked cute." you frowned, looking down at your outfit. his sweater, a pair of old sweats — you were looking for comfort before style. then you look at him with the most disappointed expression. "sorry, does it look bad?" p l s, you're breaking his heart here. "no, no, you could never look bad." he leans forward to kiss your forehead, ignoring the taunts of the boys behind him. "but don't wear this out next time, okay? you're a little too adorable for me right now." he pinches your cheek when you smile and nod.

HANSOL: you didn't even know it was his sweater. first of all, it's black, and his clothes are rarely this inconspicuous. second of all, seokmin was the one who let you borrow it, not hansol. so when hansol walks into the room and sees you talking to seokmin while wearing his sweater, he nearly trips and falls face first. "hey! are you okay?" you rush over and help him sit up, but feeling your hands covered by the fabric makes him flush even more. you're so,,,tiny oh god, someone help him. he clears his throat. "yeah, you're perfect — UH, i mean, um, i'm perfect. perfectly good. i'm okay." behind you, seokmin snickers at your boyfriend's flustered face. "why are you wearing my sweater?" you grab at the hem. "oh, this is yours? i didn't know. do you want it back?" wait a minute. what bothers him more: you wearing it, thinking that it's seokmin's, or you assuming he wouldn't want you wearing his things?

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[funnywormz]

im bored and i feel like rating grokes (in a similar style to those old emoji rating posts) so here i go. it's gonna be a long post so im putting it under the cut

(im gonna start with the book grokes and then move onto stage and tv adaptation versions)

BOOKS

finn family moomintroll - 10/10

first proper appearance of the groke. very classic. very intimidating. she's a bit more malicious in this one than in future books and i love that for her. just a good solid groke

moominland midwinter/moominpappa at sea - ♾/10

lumping these in together because they strike me as very similar in terms of characterisation and are pretty close appearance-wise. my favourite version of the groke from anything ever. means a lot to me. a lonely and misunderstood creature longing for warmth and friendship. scary and can unintentionally cause harm but seems to mean well overall. the perfect groke, both a little terrifying but also very pitiable and loveable. the version of the groke that exists in my mind is 95% just this groke

who will comfort toffle - 11/10

honestly i don't think i could possibly rate any of tove's takes on the groke lower than 10 lmao. this one is no exception. visually she is very striking and very shaped and im a big fan of her design in this. nose at maximum size, very impressive. this is also the book where we get canon confirmation that she has a tail, despite never seeing it, which i also very much appreciate. doesn't really do much in this book except be a bit scary though. she kidnaps someone but it's unclear if it's on purpose or if she just does it accidentally, and what her motivations are for doing so. just a big beast.

ADAPTATIONS

die muminfamilie (1959) - 7/10

i like that she's fuzzy and i like her nose. im not a big fan of those eyebrows though. she is a bit fucked up and desperately needs someone to brush her hair but i love her anyway. also puppets are cool.

moomin (1969) - 1/10

this thing is groke-like in appearance but it is not a groke. i refuse to acknowledge it as a groke. its name is "licky licky" apparently and its whole thing is it licks people so hard their skin comes off????? horrifying. it gets the 1 for being a decent looking groke-ish thing but that's all i will give it. i do not like this.

shin moomin (1979) - 9.5/10

very very cute very round. my poor little scrunkly. i would score her higher but she seems to be mostly lacking that scary-ness that other grokes have which is an important part of the character for me. she is very lovely though and i like how they emphasised her friendly and harmless nature in this and leaned into the tragic side of her. i want to hug her so bad. beautiful creature.

mumindalen (1973) - -100/10

i hate this thing. she looks like an evil potato. why is she so skinny!!!!! get this beast out of my sight!!!!!

Opowiadania Muminków (1977) - 100/10

OHHHHH YEAHHHHH THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABT BAYBEEEE!!!!!!!!! SHE IS SO SO CREEPY!!!!! i love this design for her so much she is so beautiful and pretty and yet very scary and ominous. the way her eyes glow and change colour is the best. i love this groke

mumi-troll (1978) - 8/10

not particularly groke-like but still very excellent. i love how fluffy she is and her big bushy eyebrows. a unique take on the groke for sure

Shlyapa Volshebnika (1980) - 0/10

this is not a groke. this looks like a rich person's weird pet dog. the groke needs to be more goth than this. this looks like an old lady that would call me slurs. not a fan. sorry to those who like her.

CONT. IN A REBLOG BC I HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT LOL

#grokeposting #groke #the groke

[shotorozu]

Heyhey! It's 20th november here and uh, it's my birthday! Yeepee yoohoo or whatevs i suppose, um, is it okay if i request Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tamaki with an S/O who's crying on their bday? Like maybe life has been hard on them for the last few months and now everyone is pressuring them using "act more mature" or "you're old enough to stop acting like a kid" or sumn, and the fact that they're getting older just kinda makes them sad cuz now people are going to expect MORE from them. I hope that's aight, thanks✨💕

aaa happy birthday :) if you’re experiencing that then i’m sorry :(( you’re supposed to feel special on your birthday, so this is my birthday treat to you 🤍

you’re sad on your birthday

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki

legend : [Y/N = your name] i’ll use they/them pronouns. reader has a strong quirk

fic type : headcanons [comfort; angst-ish to fluff]

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bakugou katsuki

he likes to pretend he doesn’t really care that much about your birthday

again, he’s pretty tsundere— that’s how katsuki is

IN REALITY

katsuki cares about your birthday a lot

he’s been saving up for your gift for a few months, and he will NOT fuck this up

so, he’s kinda shocked when he sees your melancholic expression the entire day

you’re someone that’s usually pretty laid back, and you seem pretty carefree

you do what you want, even if it seems a little immature at some times

but— why do you look that way??

so he comes to confront you around dinner time while holding his gift behind his back, asking what the hell is wrong with you

but your eyes,, they’re teary eyed

“what’s wrong idiot?? isn’t it your birthday??”

he’s kinda confused, but his spirit is right

“i don’t know katsuki, it’s like it’s crashing down on me”

your room is dark, so he places the gift onto your desk quietly— before running his hands along the side of your arms

“talk to me, idiot. what’s on your mind?”

and that’s when you voice all your worries.

on how you’re getting older and older by the second. even though you guys are still young, the expectations people have on you are building up on you

“everyone says im being ‘immature’ for my age, and i’m starting to think it’s true.”

you heave, and you push your head against his chest (not wishing to see his face)

“Y/N, look at me.”

begrudgingly, you look at him— tears rolling down your face

and even in the dark, you can see that genuine expression on his face

“fuck everyone’s expectations. look, it might be pretty plain of me to say this, but does some random extra’s opinion matter? no- hell no. it’s irrelevant.”

and it’s actually quite true, you’re lost for words— are you surprised? no. bakugou has a habit of doing that, catching you by surprise.

“also, you’re not immature. you’re just really genuine, and take that compliment— idiot.”

you giggle. you’re no longer crying— and you wrap your arms around his torso “thank you, katsuki”

“no problem, idiot. i’ll beat up any idiot that’ll say that shit about you.”

you guys lay in silence for a while, and he pulls you off of him— and walks back to your gift

“happy birthday, idiot.”

todoroki shouto

he’s oddly ethusiastic about your birthday

“love, where do you wanna go on your birthday? i’ll get anything you want.”

though, he’s confused when you’re not sharing the same ethusiasm.

you’re pretty relaxed and upgoing, so this is a little off. something is weird.

he doesn’t like pushing things onto you, so hours before your birthday,

he comes to your room, and you’re simply staring at the clock— watching as time passes by you.

“what’s wrong, love? it’s fine to hate birthday celebrations”

he’s too blunt, but expect that from him

you sigh, trying to find the words that you want to say. he encourages you by running his left hand along your back

“it’s my birthday soon, and everyone is expecting so much of me.”

he blinks

he doesn’t understand, but— he’s waiting for you to elaborate.

“i mean, given my quirk— i’d see why but. in the end, they always forget that i can’t meet their expectations.”

you tear up

“and i’m getting older, and it’s building up on me. i know i have to suck it up some day but.. it’s painful. sometimes i can be a little immature but really- it’s just me trying to save what’s left of my youth i guess...”

you guys aren’t even that old ngl

his expression is pained, and he pulls you into a hug

“i’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be feeling that way. you don’t have to please everyone all the time, and if you make mistakes— it shouldn’t discredit you for your talent. embrace your personality, even if you find yourself immature— i’ll always love you regardless.”

you don’t say anything, but you’re smiling. that’s the important part

growing older is still scary, but with shouto— it makes the journey less intimidating.

also, he spoils tf out of you on your birthday

amajiki tamaki

oddly enough, he’s doing the midnight countdown with you

you’d guess he’d be asleep by now, since tamaki isn’t such a ‘night owl’ to be frank

but!! he’s so pumped for your birthday

so he’s anticipating the clock to hit midnight, and when it does..

he’s elated! he’s looking at you for that classical Y/N smile

but it’s not there..? your expression hasn’t been this empty.

he’s worried if he made you mad, and his anxiety almost sets off

“d-did i make you mad, Y/N?”

“what? no- it’s not that.”

“please tell me Y/N, i’m not sure if i can go pass this without you telling me..”

you sigh, the moonlight luminating your face— enough to showcase that melancholic expression

“it’s my birthday. i know i should be happy but, getting older is so scary- you know?”

he gets it, because he himself has his troubles

but you’re there to calm him down from his worries. that’s why he fell head over heels for you.

he’s so shocked— and he’s not the best at comforting, so when you cry

it makes it worse for him. it’s like he’s in that much pain as you are!

“b-bunny, i know how hard it must be.. i’m not the best at this comforting stuff, but i want you to know that i’ll always be here. you don’t have to match everyone’s expectations, that’s what you’ve taught me. and i want you to know that i-i’ll love you, really! and seeing you in this pain isn’t what i want. i don’t care if people say you’re ‘immature’ i love you for you, bunny!”

it’s honestly the most tamaki has said, and it catches you off guard too.

he seems equally as surprised as you are, however, his intent is solid.

“thank you, tamaki.” you pull him into a hug, tears rolling down your cheeks “i.. really needed to hear that.”

tamaki’s cheeks are painted a bright red, but he pushes deeper into the hug— his hands running up and down your back

you finally allow the emotions to spill. all the buildup falling apart, and does tamaki mind? no. not at all, he prefers you to be clear with your emotions the most.

he’ll be your #1 supporter, even if he has to speak paragraphs and paragraphs to you

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading! (happy birthday exclipsses🤍)

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

do not plagiarize my work :)

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