#ohhhh boy am I excited

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

WIFI IS MINE ONCE AGAIN as i sit on a mattress on the floor

#it feels like ive been without it for so long... #it has been... three and a half days... i am Weak.... #nah jk i wouldve been find without it for much longer #but boy howdy am i Glad to be able to use my dear beloved laptop again #i am In The New Place i am Beginning To Settle #tomorrow i begin unpacking my own stuff!!! exciting!!! #i cant wait to admire all of my Things! #ohhhh and i finally have a spot on the wall for my combo whiteboard/corkboard.... #im still very stressed and i want to lay in a hole but!! #i am doing slightly better than a few days ago! #the weather has been nice... cool and rainy... i am not used to cool and rainy #its also cold and i am - unfortunately - a desert creature #suffice to say i am wearing hand warmers a hoodie and a blanket #absolutely unprompted #the place's last owner Didnt Fucking Clean though #so there have been many spiders. and cobwebs. and general Grime we will have to scrub #like seriously today i was dusting the ceiling. THE CEILING. #had to dust & vacuum the windowsills... gonna scrub my bathroom tomorrow... #theres a large tear in my bedroom carpet too... #ugh and the cabinets are Small so organizing all the spices and shit has been Rancid #stuff has to go out of place and you cant see it all and MY ORGANIZATIONAL SYSTEMS ARE CRUMBLING #sometimes it feels like my adhd and autism are fistfighting but during a move? #lockstep babeyyyy. they are Streamlined. lots of things and lots of sorting & placing and eeheehee #i have also killed most of the freakishly huge mosquitos in the house so! things are better! #that first night was Rough! its better now! this shell is becoming a House!

[damnedrainbows]

Alastor wasn’t accustomed to just waiting, for any means. When he wanted something, he got it then and there, by force. Yet leaving himself without the rope he could yank upon at his whim, he found he had no choice but to wait. And he did, in the darkness of one of his oldest friends’ bar.

He sat, almost casually, and poured twin drinks as the evidence of Husk’s endeavors stayed by his side, filling him with more rage by the moment. But there’s no reason they couldn’t discuss this over a pleasant drink, now was there?

After all, maybe he was simply misinterpreting things. Certainly the feline wouldn’t be stupid enough to give in to the temptations that had led him to the green chains, now destroyed somewhere in the nether—where he supposed all ‘unclipped leashes’ went.

Golden fangs glinted in the dark, and his dials threatened to shift manically, with the urge to grab the idiot by the throat and throw him into the bar cabinets. “…Husker!” he chirped, all disconcerting sweet smiles as he saw his form slink in. “Pleased to see you made it home in one piece! Did you have fun?” He hoped so, because it had ended.

@hazbinned

#OHHHH BOY I AM EXCITED #TREAD CAREFULLY HUSKER #(verse: tbd) #hazbinned

[salemoleander]

Discovered while looking at naming things that there is a gear/piece of many mechanical clocks called an "escape wheel"

And I'm like 👀 now there's a story prompt

#almost made it the title for my entire stopped clock au fic but i think im saving it for the final chapter #or maybe not bc i am trying to stick with ballad of reading gaol lines for the chapter titles #i got some plot planning done yesterday while accompanying a friend to the hospital #and ohhhh boy im so fucking excited #salem tag

[majorproblems77]

Hi, Linked Maze fans! It's me again!

Ohhhh boy we are cooking and I am excited. Let's do a late-night ramble with yours truly

When I tell you I looked at these panels for a reasonable amount of time I was lying and it was longer than that.

Now a link to the comic page can be found Here! Please go give it some love :D

For the important stuff!

Linked Maze belongs to @linked-maze and its wonderful creator @frulleboi. (You should follow them, they are wonderful) And as a heads up, Linked maze is for more mature audiences! :)

As usual, you know the drill, Grab some water, Grab some popcorn and prepare for me to ramble at you for however long it is!

Here we go!

Oh lordy it's the sun (you'll see why later.)

He sniffin. Sniff Sniff

Now, Everyone remembers the first rule of exploring. Dont run off! That includes you Wolfy!

Now I have a theory. Which I'll come back to in detail later. But just, Remember the shadow behind four for me. We'll get back to it.

Warrior is the group Dad at this point. also, I love this side shot of him thank you.

Also

Warrior. Speaking to Wolfie like he is a kid rather than a wolf.

WARRIOR KNOWS SOMETHING IS UP YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND

I dont think It'll be Sky. I think it'll be a hero we haven't met yet!

We interupt this comic analysis for unhinged analysis :D

Ready? Me too, lets go

Because, that shadow?

this one?

I dont think it's wolfy, It can't be.

Wolfie's shadow has a definition to it. It has a shape.

You can see the outlines of his tail, which is what we would see if it were him.

Where this one is a blob. Closer to a person.

Ie Winds's shadow

the blob

In fact, if I had to give you a position for Wolfy right now. It's not there. Let me explain.

Shadowssssss

Remember the sun? (Me too, I miss it;-;)

The sun can tell us a bunch about time and stuff. But also where a person is (Because fun angles and maths that I know way too much about tbh)

Anyway

So Wolfy's shadow hits another wall

This wall looks flat so it can't be a corner. (Taking the grass as reference)

And his face isn't shadowed at all, So he himself isn't behind a wall. He's approaching one tho. So in this case I reckon Wolfie isn't visible at all to wind and Warriors at the point Four turns to them.

So who is this mysterious shadow?

It ain't angel. No way.

I reckon it is another Link group. And we are either going to meet the last of the Links we are yet to meet. Or we are pulling groups together.

You know what....

I think it's World or Spirit. And we are gonna see these guys interact before they meet the other larger group of heroes.

Though im leaning towards Spirit just because of the shadow's shape. (And the lack of Sheerow)

Let me know what you think because I'm not 100% sure and I'm interested in what you think.

Okay ramble over, but to be fair that's why your here right?

Oh windddddd

the poor boy

I feel so bad for him he didn't deserve this. He probably tried to open his eye cause he was excited. :(

:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

The boyyyyyyy

He's trying to be a strong hero in front of these other heroes again. This poor kid i feel so bad for him.

ALSO THE EARS :(

They have expressive ears and it kills me to see wind sad like this.

AHHHHHH

BIG BRO WARRIOR

I LOVE HIM

And his little ear lower of worry for the small I love him sm okay.

Excuse me?

bhdjlhsafdnsajkfndas;nfdas

You can't leave it like that

Where's wolfy

Wheres four?

Will the small boy ever not be in pain?

I have questions!

Ahh okay okay I loved this update it was very fun. Im excited to see what's coming up in the next chapter.

Thats all from me!

Have a great night all! :D

#linked maze #linkedmaze #linked maze analysis #zelda au #links meet au #loz au #lm twilight #lm four #lm warrior #lm wind #lm wolfy #comic analysis with major #ramble corner with major #suitable name for these #oh lord its 3am but i love this comic i had to #worth it #forever worth it #im going to bed lmao

[erinartemis]

OMGOMGOMGKFMSGSKB IM FREAKING OUT IT'S HERE!!! MURDER DRONES EPISODE 7 TEASER!! EEEEEE!!! I went frame by frame and picked out some cool scenes I wanted to scream about, so get ready for a bunch of crazed ramblings and some theories !! (Long post ahead, folks)

Okay first of all- just- the lighting in these shots ✨ simply gorgeous... Also that "poster" thing in the background of the first image is very interesting.. obviously it says HELP (though that looks scrawled-on afterward with probably blood), and it looks like there could be possibly eyes? EDIT: it's not eyes it's two drones standing !!!

Also can we appreciate how creepy cool that hole in the ground is :00

THEIR ROOMS! THE SILLIES' ROOMS!!! WHAT SECRETS DO THEY HOLD?? I hope we find out

EDIT: THEY'RE LOCKERS NOT ROOMS OOPSIES

Good to see we've still got a bit of that classic md humor: "not to be overdramatic but core collapse" xd

N oh no N IS HE OKAY?? what am I talking about ofc he's not (I'm going to cry at this episode)

OKAY NEXT-

This thing. What is this thing. Probably part of the Solver, as it's all organic and eldritch-y, and it has veins. It looks lit from behind, almost like we're looking out from the inside of something? I think it's possible somebody gets dragged into one of those physical manifestations of the Solver, and this could be their perspective from inside it! Oooor we're looking at it from the outside, and there's something glowing inside the mass.

Next up, these guys??? So many possibilities here... They look like humans, but they aren't necessarily so, just like the "Tessa Isn't Human" theory. And from what little you can see in the teaser, they are moving in an odd way- suspicious. I originally thought they could be manifestation of the Solver or something, created to confuse, but after considering it for a bit, I realized it's more likely this scene is a flashback to when the core collapsed.

SOLVERUZISOLVERUZISOLVER- OHHHH BOY SOLVER UZI

Okay. This shot is a bit confusing; can't really make out what's going on- To me, it looks like something is possibly exploding? And the red string things are lasers or something? Also the blobs in the foreground definitely look like Solver hands, but- that's all I've got for this one

Tessa. Tessatessatessa tessa are you pulling a sword on Uzi? oh no, you are, aren't you, ohh no

WHAT DID UZI SEE. ON THAT TV SCREEN. HELP SHE LOOKS SO TRAUMATIZED- Also also wanted to point out the "freaking ninja star" on the ground.. little callback there :,)

the crucifix will be important, oo religious imageryyy eee

DOG.

Small thing, this is clearly the same scene from the GLITCHx 7/8 teaser, but it's the shot from a little bit before the clip in that teaser plays. I wonder how much control Uzi has over herself at this point... These robots are going to so much pain someone help them

norinorinori nori I'M SO READY FOR THE LORE AND FLASHBACKS EEEE

OMGOMGOGMOGMOMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HYPED I WAS WHEN I SAW THIS- WE'RE GETTING MURDER N YALL!!! FIRST TIME SINCE THE PILOT EEEE!!! Oh my gosh I just KNOW it's going to be an emotional response to something horrible happening- something to do with Uzi getting fully possessed, or almost dying, or N THINKING she's dead, or just all the stress of EVERYTHING, along with V's (hopefully not actually) death, and it just pushes him to his breaking point OH AND all the repressing he's been doing this whole time WILL NOT BE HELPING WITH THAT !!! I'm SO EXCITED TO FIND OUT AAAA-

Oh it could also be that N gets factory-reset, causing him to actually lose his memories or something, which is AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PILE OF ANGST, but personally I hope/think it'll be closer to the first one... It seems very likely to me that all of the stuff N's been going through (and how he's just been pretending everything's fine) would catch up to him, and it would lead to an "outburst" of everything he's been bottling up. PLUS do y'all remember that merch ad?? I know it was just a promo, but merch stuff has been shown to be kind of relevant to the plot in the past soo... yeah I'm feeling very good about this theory-

Okay so this is the same guy from the earlier image with all the humans- That feels notable, like they're going to be important. And is it just me and my poor video quality or does the Sentinel hand look glitchy?? Could it have turned on the humans like the one that turned on "Tessa" in Cabin Fever??

Oh dear, that's oil (or blood; they whole thing's too red to tell) coming from Uzi's eye... Feeling like the same thing that happened to Doll happens to Uzi... agh the ANGST hdfbsjsb

DOOOOOLL DOLL DOLL !!! SHE'S THERE !! I THINK SHE HAS BUTCHER KNIVES AGAIN !! I wonder who she's fighting... (I mean it could be a sentinel, but it looks like she's talking, so I'm guessing it's one of the group) ee I'm excited to see where Doll's character goes from here !!

ALLLLRIGHTY!! This has been a breakdown of my personal thoughts on the teaser! I am SOOO excited; these next two weeks need to go by FAST but ik they won't- Anyways... thanks for reading ! :D

#murder drones #murder drones ep 7 #murder drones episode 7 #murder drones theory #md #uzi doorman #murder drones uzi #serial designation n #murder drones n #absolute solver #murder drones absolute solver #murder drones nori #nori doorman #doll murder drones #IF YOU COULDN'T TELL #I. AM. HYYYYPED!!!!! #long post

[findafight]

Oh my god!!! That Steve/baby sister fic!!! If you ever want to build it out more I’d be obsessed (ie the party + extended party’s reactions, hop + Joyce and how everyone pitches in)

╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ awwww anon!!!!!

Honestly I have been thinking about it and I know I put in the tags of the original post, buuuut. Robin called Steve Bud or Buddy which morphed into Bubba when they are being particularly soft with each other, and the baby (who I am possibly leaning towards calling Tina so her nickname can be Tintin because it's cute idk) picks up on it so calls Steve her Bubba. Also because "he's my big brother" can sort of become "he's my Bubba!" If words are smushed together by baby babble

But before all that, Steve (who walked to work that day because he didn't have a baby car seat yet and wasn't going to leave his baby sister whom he always wanted and loves so dearly already ALONE or worse. With their FATHER.) goes to, of all people, Mrs. Wheeler for help. He'd go to Joyce but she's working and Karen Wheeler has the youngest kid he knows so is the best bet for maybe getting some tips and also maybe a carrier because the bjorn isn't going to cut it for long. So he goes and Mr. Wheeler immediately thinks Steve's Accidental Baby Acquisition is due to Steve's own recklessness. (Steve is a prolific lover, sure, but he's smart and safe about it! When he was thirteen his dad sat him down for a talk about not wanting the disgrace of a shotgun wedding and his grandpa gave him a run down of venereal diseases he saw (didn't mention having but. Well.) His pals have in WWII that put the fear of God in him regarding unsafe sex. Moreso than the potential babies. So. He's always very careful. For this very reason!! Except apparently his dad didn't use his own advice but Steve isn't complaining because, once again, he always wanted a little sibling.)

Anyways the wheelers are like ohhhh a Harrington Scandal not involving the boy our daughter dated? Okay sure here's Holly's old baby carseat. Hopper is just. He's like. I thought Steve and that kid I kept giving warnings to about selling dope to were a thing and Steve is like "will people stop assuming she's mine!! I know I am a bit of a slut but I am terrified of chlamydia!!! And even if this WAS my fault (which it is not and also she's a gift I love you little baby sister you're the light of my life) I am taking responsibility for it so maybe we all need to be a little less judgy hmmm??"

Joyce and Karen give him some hand me down baby clothes and books, some good tips about feeding and burping and things like that, and Claudia and Sue offer to come passive aggressively congratulate Steve's dad.

Dustin is a little jealous because this Steve Time is going to be encroached upon by This Literal Infant but Steve is like Dustin... you are my Little Brother... My silly pal...Now you have a sister too!! 🥰 And Dustin is like Oh Shit That's Right and proceeds to try to teach this Literal Infant, it cannot be stressed enough that she is a few months old and cannot stay sitting up by herself, how to build a radio.

Eddie is just trying to not have a heart attack from the concentration of Pure Longing activated by seeing Steve With A Baby and has also been forbidden from playing anything loud near them. He is fine and deals with this by writing ballads that make Gareth gag from their sweetness and Jeff have a very knowingly indulgent look when he sees the lyrics. But Gareth lets he hit his drums with he baby hands and Jeff pretends she stole his nose so they aren't that put out by it.

El is Fascinated by the tiny human and asks lots of questions and wants to play with her, give her experiences of softness and kindness right off the bat she knew she herself was denied, so she's often the official baby holder when Steve needs to do something when the Party is around.

The rest of the party is pretty meh on the baby. Sure it's exciting at first but she just kinda becomes part of regular life. They take turns doing actual babysitting for Steve so he can work or run errands or even, gasp, have some normal early adult fun times, but it's all pretty regular. Erica is glad she's not the party baby anymore.

They do however probably secretly fight over who gets to be baby's godparent. Steve isn't allowed to know.

#anonasaurus #steve harrington #big brother steve #the party #stranger things #steddie #platonic stobin #dustin and steve #findaanswers #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff

[misseviehyde]

BIG CUCK

"OMG - dude, our bully has turned me into a perfect physical copy of your hot girlfriend Jenna. Why the fuck would he do that to me? I'm your best-friend and he does this to me?

He must be up to something evil. That asshole is so manipulative and evil. He loves to play games.

He's been trying to get Jenna to sleep with him for months but she loves you too much. We can both see that she has real chemistry with Aaron and she's come so close to fucking him, but her love and loyalty to you is the only thing stopping her.

Now he's used the magic remote to copy her exactly onto me. I have her tits, her long blonde hair... even her sexy tan. Oooh shit, that's not all I have. This thing has copied her personality and desires onto me - they're starting to catch up with me. I can feel my mind changing.

Dude, I feel so fucking pretty and spoiled. My skin feels like buttermilk and my body is so tiny and perfect. Ooooh, I feel like totally feminine and girly. Jenna's personality fits like soooo nicely over my own.

I can even feel an echo of her love for you growing in my heart. Oh my God, I fucking love you. I love you so damn much.

Oh shit, here comes Aaron. Don't worry baby, I won't let that asshole hurt you.

What the fuck do you want you bastard? Why have you turned me into Jenna?

You're going to make him enjoy being a cuckold so that he'll encourage the real Jenna to fuck you? No... that's evil, and it won't work. Jenna loves him and so do I.

What do you mean you're gonna corrupt me so I love you instead and I become an evil whore? Nooooo, don't ugghhh point that remote at me... ahhhh fuck what are you doing?

Ugggh dude, you have to get out of here... he's melting my brain... making me uuuuuhhhhhh slutty and mean. I... I... I'm trying to fight it, but it feels so good. I can feel Jenna's love for you being, uuuugghhh twisted and corrupted into something wicked.

Ohhhh fuck, yessss, I like boys. Nnnn nooo I like MEN. Alpha Men. N...nooo that isn't right is it? Mmmmh, it feels kinda right though.

Ohhhh no he's making me bad and I can't ughhhh fight it. Twisting my sexuality and my mind. He's making me into evil-Jenna and I like it.

Mmmmh, yessss... only big cock will satisfy me. Only bullies make me WET. I'm a bully too? I am? Oh yeah, of course I am. I love being better than other girls. Yessss, I'm a fucking BITCH. I fucking dominate other girls. I dress like a fucking bitch, I AM a BITCH!

Hahah, ohhhh fuck this feels good. To have this smoking hot body... tight and smooth, feminine and powerful. To know men lust and desire after me. No one can understand why I'm dating such a pathetic loser for a boyfriend. Even I can't unders...

I... oh yeah of course. I date you because you're pathetic and weak. You're SO in love with me and think I'm an angel. I use you to get what I want. You pay for my clothes and my makeup. You give me lifts and cook me dinner. You even do my homework for me. But the truth is I fucking h... hate you.

Ugggh, noooo that isn't mmmmmh right, I lll..lllov... NO. NO, I can't fight it. It feels too good when I say it. I... I HATE you. I fucking hate what a weak pathetic loser you are, but it makes me wet to date you and enslave you and fuck other men. Better men.

Men like Aaron. Yeah, that's right. I like his big fat cock and his bullying attitude. He turns me on... he makes me wanna be a slut for him.

And you like it too don't you loser? You know I'm not the real Jenna, but this is how she really feels. Deep down inside she despises you and uses you to get what she wants. But really she wants to fuck other boys and you want her too.

The thought of being a cuck excites you doesn't it? Of kneeling between my legs and licking Aaron's cum out of my tight pussy. You wanna watch him fuck me. You wanna see me fucking scream and cum all over his cock.

He can pound me in ways you never could. You can only last a few seconds inside me, he can go for hours. HAHA ohhhh fuck yes, it makes me so horny to be evil to you. I love what a bitch I am.

Now then loser are you ready to watch Aaron put his strong hands all over my tight body. He's gonna bend me over, pull my panties to one side and slide that big dick into my tight little pussy.

I'm gonna fucking ride him for hours, pumping my pussy up and down on his cock. I'm gonna suck his balls and swallow his cock deep down my pretty throat. I'm gonna make you watch as he fucks me doggy, then lets me ride cowgirl. Every position, every possible type of sex - he's gonna show you how much better he is than you.

When he's done and I'm dripping with his cum, you'll never forget how hot I look - how happy and satisfied. When you see the real Jenna you'll not be able to stop thinking about her covered in Aaron's spunk. You'll do anything to help her become like me. You want to see the evil-Jenna take control.

This is the beginning of your addiction. Now get ready loser - because it's time for Jenna to get railed.

I can't wait for you to become a big cuck as I take this big cock...

#evie hyde #corruption #m2f transformation #bully #sluttified #taunting #evil #magic remote

[aubeystawby]

I loved your autistic reader headcanons. this doesn't have to be a request, it can be some back and forth (like a conversation because I absolutely love diving into stuff like this) I'm curious what else these characters will do/act as a result of the readers autism. I'm bad at wording things so I'll get to the point. Hobie canonically isn't consistent because he dislikes consistency, but maybe a reader with autism needs routine and consistency, so how will that change their dynamic? another example is pravitr, as stimmy and cool as he is he might be too loud and the reader might get easily overwhelmed. gwen and Miguel might not be able to figure out what the reader wants/ needs if they're non-verbal or are struggling to speak their mind. what will jess or malala do when the reader is so hyperfixated on something they neglect their own needs. This isn't exactly a request for a part 2 but you're the first person who posted about an autistic reader (that I've seen) so I'd love to maybe talk about this with you and get ideas because it's exciting. I know talking about this here might not be the best but if you're totally cool with it I'd love to just talk about these ideas elsewhere.

Oh this ask has absolutely made my day, I have SO many thoughts on these characters with an autistic reader and I'm soso happy to have someone to talk about it with.

With Hobie I feel like it leans towards a bit like what I said with Jess but even less structure. like i feel like thered have to be a compromise between hobie and reader (which would be a whole ordeal in of itself if youre anything like i am when it comes to having to compromise with things like this) where maybe every fortnight they have to figure out something set-in-stone like hanging out or something? ALSO i know a big thing in lots of reader insert fics people like is the trope of the spider-person randomly showing up at reader's house/apartment with injuries and (ofc all of this differs person-to-person) i feel like thatd have to be a no-go with these characters and an autistic reader, like for me i feel like thatd be such a huge disruption to everything itd probably be the trigger for some sort of downwards spiral. but i totally feel like thisd be a hard thing for hobie and an autitic reader to navigate bc even right now its hard for me to thinking of possible solutions yk?

Youre totally right about Pavitr and I feel like he'd honestly get it wrong a lot of times (which is not at all his fault), and he can be observant but he also might not pick up on the correlation between him being extra loud/energetic and reader's sensory overload? this also makes me think of things like the headcanon of spider people having enhanced sensory stuff leading to them sometimes also experiencing sensory overload — which isnt really a hc i have for pavitr specifically but i feel like on some level he might relate a bit? or maybe hed pick up on reader's reactions because hes seen it happen with other spider people before bc of that heightened senses stuff? I feel like he's a big physical touch guy and is a bit unsure with how to comfort someone if they do get sensory overload bc they might not want more sensations, which means no touching, so comforting/helping with that might be a bit difficult to figure out for him in that regard?

Ohhh boy gwen or miguel with a reader who has run out of words/in general isnt very verbal would certainly be An Experience. they both DO care but ohhhh there is SO much trial and error through it all.

gwen likes silence but also feels a need to fill said silence at the same time, saying the first thing that comes to mind, so like an autistic person who finds comfort in parallel play's worst nightmare. thats something that she'd probably have to be talked to about pretty outright, bless her heart she can just be so awkward and unsure of herself that she might just not pick up on why you get so frustrated with her trying to fill every silence, probably thinking you find it annoying bc of something she said and not bc you just need/enjoy the silence.

I can just imagine miguel just. watching so awkwardly and overthinking with a reader who isnt very verbal at the moment/isnt At All. hed probably ask them a question over and over and Over Again thinking that might help somehow? i feel like he goes through verbal shutdowns maybe? but doesnt really acknowledge them/know what they are, or is never around people when it happens so hes never really had anyone try to help him/communicate him when it happens meaning he has no experience to like draw from when it happens to you and hes on the other side of it?

jess feels a bit like a 'takes no shit' person to me (not in an extreme way but i kinda just get those vibes?) but is also very understanding. if reader is for some reason neglecting basic hygiene or taking care of themself shes at a bit of a crossroads and would need to kind of see how they feel a bit more, because she knows 'tough love' sometimes works with certain people, but a lot of the time its harder/more complicated than that? I'm still trying to get a good understanding of jess's character at the moment so id love to hear more of what you think abt her

As for Malala i feel like she has experienced neglecting taking care of herself a bit before, from being extra busy or stressed etc, but not really in the way an autistic reader might. shed probably go through a whole variety of things to try to help, and also just feeling a bit guilty knowing how hard it would be for them once they get out of this low point and have to face everything they missed/neglected? thatd really feel discouraging for her i feel. i feel like shes also the kind of person who yes, understand that she cant fix everything for you and sometimes a professional/adult needs to get involved, but she also really wants to try her best to help, and might get a bit overwhelmed in the process

(I leaned into this more being a conversation rather than an official part 2, but im totally open to writing a part 2 if thats something people might want!! Also as for the convenience for where to talk abt this, im happy to just chat here, i dont mind!!) (though if you want anon it Would be a bit helpful if you chose like an emoji/identifier so ik its you if you send any future asks 😅)

#╰─ask.txt─╯ #not exactly writing but rather an open conversation? but i think im still going to tag this #for other autistic readers who might be interested/want to share some input! #across the spider verse x reader #into the spider verse x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #itsv x reader #atsv x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobart brown x reader #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #jess drew x reader #jessica drew x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #malala windsor x reader #spider uk x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider woman x reader #╰─www.my-writing.com─╯ #not sure if i should tag it w my writing tag?? should i make a new tag?? hrmmm #anon; moon

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

tentatively setting up for stream... idk when this is dropping so idk when to Start... this might be a scramble for the go line fellas....

#oh boy oh boy oh boy #i am Physically Shaking from excitement #ALMOST TIME. FUCK. IM NOT READY but i am BUT IM NOT #ohhhh i hope this does irreparable damage to my psyche #absolutely unprompted

[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the super amazing @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @try-set-me-on-fire @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 and @diazsdimples. Thank you all so much and I am super excited for your upcoming works!

Another tag day, another snippet of NFL Buck. Back to Eddie's perspective! This time, we are delving into this au's version of his and Shannon's background and relationship. WOOO! (Every previous NFL Buck post can be found here) Enjoy!

Buck gave Eddie a very befuddled look, "Um, if this is your way of breaking up with me, I think you skipped a few major steps here." Eddie rolled his eyes, "Make sure the equipment manager gives you an extra thick helmet Buckley. All those previous head injuries are catching up to you." His boyfriend gave a half hearted glare, but didn't make a comment, allowing Eddie to explain. "They're for Shannon." "Ohhhh." Evan finally caught on and Eddie can't help but roll his eyes again. "I keep forgetting your un-repressed ass is still married to a woman." The jerk had the audacity to crack jokes and give Eddie a cocky grin. "And that makes you my mistress." Eddie fired back. "Meh." His boyfriend shrugged uncaring. Which is fair because he's the mistress who beat the odds and convinced the husband to leave his wife. Though did it count if the wife left first? Eddie shook his head, pushing aside that thought, knowing it would lead down an emotionally twisted path he didn't want to get into at the moment. Picking up the divorce papers, Eddie returned them to the manilla envelope labeled with only Shannon's name. "Look, with the move to Houston I am obligated to inform Christopher's mother of his whereabouts. I did the same when we moved to Austin, though back then I was hoping that by telling her we were out from under my parents roof, she would return." Buck grimaced, "Considering you showed up for our not-a-date, date, that didn't happen." Eddie nods, unable to meet the younger man's saddened gaze. The hurt and anger towards his soon to be ex-wife, was all twisted up with a healthy dose of guilt and the love he would always have for her. It felt unfair to Evan to still love her. His feelings towards Shannon used to be less complicated. Before Eddie bent under his parents expectations, she was one of his closets friends. Much like Buck, she was easy to talk to, made him laugh, and didn't pressured him to be anything more than himself. Eddie never did express his disinterest in girls to her or how his eyes tended to linger a little too long on some the guys on the football team (he has a type, repressed or not). The subject of girls and dating didn't come up, until his dad made an off hand comment about his son not bringing any dates home to meet. Eddie panicked. And when Eddie panicked, he came up with some awful ideas. Kissing Shannon after his baseball game because he knew she had feelings for him beyond friendship, was one his worst. Back then, Eddie hoped that treating Shannon as more than friend would lead to feelings of actual attraction and romantic love. It didn't. Further expectations, additional pressure lead to more panic and stupid decisions. Then one day during his senior year, Eddie found himself with a positive pregnancy test in hand and Shannon begging him for a solution. He was down on one knee with a ring his mother shoved into his hands two days later (Eventually Eddie would learn the silver band with a small lone diamond was a promise ring from Adriana's cheating ex.) Shannon said yes, Eddie's Uncle Paco ordained their wedding at the local rec center, and Christopher Edmundo Diaz was born May 8th, 2008, just after Shannon took her last final (her water broke as she handed in her math test). When Eddie held his son, he instantly knew, his entire heart belonged to this tiny little boy, but right on the heels of that love came the cold dredges of panic. On May 9th, 2008 Eddie acted upon yet another awful idea and signed up for the Army. Neither he nor Shannon made it to their high school graduation. Instead the first tear in their relationship was being formed with angry shouts, heartbroken sobs, and a hastily packed duffle tossed into an old truck.

I will admit, I am not the biggest Shannon fan, but I am not a Shannon basher either. Her and Eddie both made mistakes, and that will be shown in this au, as Shannon was a big part of Eddie's journey and the mother of his child. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @theotherbuckley @disasterbuckdiaz @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @rainbow-nerdss @spaceprincessem @athenagranted @eddiescowboy @evanbegins @elvensorceress @malewifediaz @911onabc @911-on-abc @loserdiaz @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @bigfootsmom @watchyourbuck @thekristen999 @princessfbi @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @spagheddiediaz @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @honestlydarkprincess @bitchfacediaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @glorious-spoon @buddierights @prosperdemeter2 @lemonzestywrites @gayedmundodiaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @transboybuckley

#seven sentence sunday #tag game #my wip #911 show #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #shannon diaz #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #back story #divorce #teen pregnancy #repressed teen eddie #eddie's mixed emotions #no shannon bashing #but she does still die

[tojisbbygworl]

BEYONCÉ?- Miles Morales Imagine

This is literally just a stupid little idea I thought of when I saw the Beyoncé Spidersona that Sony posted

“Could this day get any damn weirder?”

Miles looked to his left just in time to dodge the T-Rex coming at him in full speed. He didn’t have time to collect himself before more barrages of Spider people began running into him. “I guess it can.”

There was no time to think, all he could do was run, shoot, and flip. He doesn’t even know where he’s going for real. He just has to get the hell out of there.

Even though he’s panicking, he considers that he’s doing a pretty good job at avoiding Miguel. But when he looks up, he sees the hundreds of Spidermen ready to jump at him on Miguel’s command. “There’s no where to run.”

Yeah that’s what that guy thinks. Miles turns and busts out the window wasting no time.

As he plummets through the air, he has time to collect himself. But, since he just can’t catch a break, he hears a loud buzzing sound behind him. He turns in the air to come face to face with a…spider…bee…lady?

Her outfit is black and yellow with a large mask fitting over her face. The mask was more of a helmet if anything, and had long antennas coming out of the top. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair…and she was flying right at him.

“Oh come the fuck on!” He tries to turn back around but before he can hit the ground, he feels a web on his back. Then he get pulled through the air. He tries desperately to reach around and grab the string, but it’s hard when you’re being flung through the air by a crazy bee woman.

She slams him into a building creating a crater for him to rest in. He shakes his head and looks at her hovering in the air in front of him. “I ain’t never heard of a flying spider.”

She puts her hands on her hips. “My name is Spider-Bey.”

Miles furrows his brows. Her voice was deep and very southern. It sounds…familiar. Extremely familiar. “Oh okay, so you’re like a Bee and a Spider? That’s cool.”

“Thank you,” she says, her southern drawl coming out even more from excitement. She must have liked his compliment. Then the crazy woman reaches into her back and unsheathes a long, black, and skinny katana, pointing it at him.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Miles begins to frantically back into the crater. “What the hell is that? You just get weirder!”

She presses it to his chest. “I was cool 5 seconds ago now I’m weird? Don’t get stung, boy.” Ohhhh he gets it. It’s her stinger. Because she’s a bee. Bees sting. Ahh, okay.

“Before we continue,” he says gulping. “Do I know you? I feel like I know you.”

“I’m very popular amongst most universes.” She answers simply, not faultering.

Miles pauses…then he perks up a bit. Then he gasps. Before he can say anything, both their spider senses tingle. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, flying herself upwards just before the wall breaks open, courtesy of Miguel and the rest of the spider society. She stares at them falling and chuckles to herself when she hears Miles shout:

That was really fun to write. I hope y’all thought it was cute. I was imagining a mixture between the spidersona outfit in the picture and her America has a problem outfit that she wears during the Renaissance World Tour that I often call Renny Sauce for short:

If I was an artist I would draw what I was thinking but I am not so use ur imagination. Alright that’s all! Imma end this with, get ur tickets for the American leg of the RWT if you haven’t alr. Sry to the European babes

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales imagine #spidersona #beyoncé #spiderbey #spideryoncé

[slytherinboysappreciation]

If you do requests could you make one with either Enzo or Theo or both(?) x a male werewolf reader? Where the chosen boy smells too much like another person? Doesn’t have to be the whole plot just want that to be mentioned….

Common Scents - T. N. & L. B. X male werewolf!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I was so excited when I saw it that I wrote this whole thing at 1 am lol. I did, in fact, make the request the entire plot, but I think it turned out good. I used both boys because they both just fit so perfectly I couldn’t choose between them.

It’s actually edited and beta read a bit this time. No use of Y/N. Rough Italian translations are at the end.

CW: Lots of talk of smelling people!! (If you’re not comfortable with that, then don’t read, please!); reader has enhanced senses; Theo is Italian (I am not nor do I speak the language, so I’m sorry if the Italian bits are off or anything); reader gets a bit possessive over his boyfriends; passionate kissing/making out a bit; scent marking, I guess; fluff;

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You knew something was up the second they walked into your room. Something was different. And you couldn’t figure out what it was.

“Heya, handsome.” Enzo slings an arm around your shoulders, giving your cheek a kiss. “Missed seeing you in the stands during practice.”

You can barely smell anything over his smell and it makes your nose wrinkle. Sweat and hormones. Fantastic. “Enzo, I love you, but you reek.”

Theo laughs, coming up on your other side. He wraps his arm around your waist, sandwiching you between them. “Il mio caro ragazzo. Are you saying you don’t like our smell? What happened to ‘I can’t get enough of it’?”

Your cheeks warm. “That’s— Oh, come on, Teddy! You guys just got back from quidditch practice!”

Still, when it’s the both of them so close to you, you don’t mind quite so much.

On your next breath, though, you catch a whiff of something new. Something floral and feminine. It makes you bristle. That’s what was different about them.

Both boys notice it. “What’s up?” Enzo asks and Theo asks something in Italian. You try to shrug it off, but the scent bothers you.

You know your boyfriends are popular among the girls. For the most part, it doesn’t bother you. But every now and then, especially around the full moon, you start to get possessive.

“You smell like a girl,” you state, frowning. Your voice has a low growl to it.

The boys exchange a puzzled look. “A girl? What do you mean?” Theo asks. His hand starts to play with your hair. It calms you a bit.

“I mean, you smell like you were touching a girl.”

Enzo smells his arm as if trying to pick up what you’re talking about. Then he shrugs. “I can’t smell it.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course not, Enz. Werewolf senses, remember?”

“Ohhhh!” Both boys nod at the same time.

You lean closer to Theo and smell his shirt. He definitely smells like something flowery. “I don’t like it.”

Enzo scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry you don’t, love; but we didn’t talk to any girls on the way up.”

“What about during quidditch practice?” The smell is making you restless. They don’t have enough of your scent on them.

“Oh!” Enzo snaps his fingers. “You’re smelling Pansy!”

Theo nods. “I forgot. She gave us good luck hugs before practice.”

“Oh.” You calm immediately. The floral scent does smell a bit like Pansy’s perfume. And you can tell they’re not lying by the soft sounds of their heartbeats.

Enzo grins and leans in to give you a kiss. Theo watches, smirking a little. “Worried we were with some random girl, amore mio?”

You break the kiss with a soft growl. “Don’t tease me, Teddy. I’ll show you worried—“

He kisses you before you can finish. Enzo starts to kiss down your neck, nuzzling his face against your skin. You melt into the kisses with a soft moan, unable to help yourself.

Theo wraps his arms around your waist as Enzo sucks a hickey onto your neck. You know what they’re doing. They’re rubbing your scent on themselves, marking themselves in a way only you can sense.

And you love it. It relaxes you, calms you down. You feel like you can breathe again, now that your scent lingers on their skin.

After their showers, the three of you end up cuddling on your bed; the boys each wearing a sweater of yours. You lie between them, breathing in the wonderful combinations of your mixing scents.

“Better now, love?” Enzo asks, lightly playing with your hair. You nod and nuzzle into his touch. “Yeah. I like it when you smell like me.”

Theo chuckles and gives your hand a soft squeeze. “Trust me, tesoro. We know and love it too.”

A smile curls across your face. At last, you fully relax between them, all worries and possessiveness finally gone from your mind. “I love you. Both of you.”

Enzo kisses your cheek while Theo gives your lips a soft peck. “We love you too.”

Il mio caro ragazzo = My darling boyfriend

amore mio = my love

tesoro = sweetheart/darling

#i literally wrote this at 1-2 am so please be nice #male reader #divider by cafekitsune #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #theo nott #enzo berkshire #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #why are there so many tags?!!

[according2thelore]

ohhhhh man now you’ve got me brooding over es!sam. it never occurred to me before that among them, he would end up feeling always the square peg in a round hole. the pride and resilience and hope he carried like medals in the first seasons gave him a sense of value and esteem, and i can’t imagine how it feels to be thrown into this inevitability where none of himself remains and in fact the bits he tries to hold onto are an irritant to the quid pro quo in a way nobody will outright honestly explain to him. rather than saving himself and his brother and the world like he thought he would at the end of it all, everywhere he looks is just another form of loss. ls!boys would lap up his es brother, the eager (and adorably naive) hunter with ideas and brawn and something to prove, so much of the same flowing through the blood of all 3 of them, but imagine the grief es!sam feels walking through the cold echoing hallways of the bunker, everything just a nauseating maelstrom of weapons and lore books and charts, no john, no mary, no jess, no wives and no children, no living friends, no presence or interest in the world he always dreamed to blend into, and nobody at his side to truly understand or feel that grief with him. and on top of that the things he feels about dean, complex and ugly and heavy to hold, have somehow been tugged out of him into the open in the future and locked behind a door he has no key to and even touching the knob burns his hand - the derision/amusement of the ls!bros even if they don’t intend it as such, the constant knowing smiles like he isn’t THEM like they don’t know how it feels and how much it suffocates him ohhhh man look what you’ve done to my poor heart with these snippets

YES!!!! ANON!!! YOU GET IT!!!!

first off, your writing is gorgeous?? holy shit?? eating all of your words they are in my mouth now i am sorry

but YES

he would def feel like the odd man out (depending on the season ES!Sam is from) because the other three love the life. they find joy and purpose and meaning in the hunt in a way sam lost. the hunt is a tool. a means to an end.

i think it wouldn't take long for LS!Sam to see the bunker, with the dozens of empty rooms--the shell of a home, only echoes and blades and the collected sum total of knowledge of people long-dead--and ask the group, "is this fucking it?"

no one knows what he's talking about (ES!Dean is so excited because he gets a kickass bunker AND a garage AND an armory AND sammy forever??), but sam is shaking because there are shirts folded in some of the empty rooms' dressers. dead men who thought they'd come back, a physical reminder of every goddamn person they've lost in the endless quest for vengeance. everything sam left for.

"is this all i fucking get?" ES!Sam snaps. "an underground crypt? no wife. no kids. no job. no fucking friends? did the hunt really fucking bury us?"

and everyone goes deadly fucking silent. LS!Dean has to leave the room because it's everything he'd always feared LS!Sam thinks. sam has always needed others more than dean does (or at least, that's what dean thinks, we literally see contradictory evidence in the show but okay). LS!Dean's afraid that sam has always resented him for the way their lives ended up, for dragging sam down with him.

and ES!Dean is crushed because this is his dream. he gets to save lives. he gets to carry dad's legacy. he gets to keep sam, all the unnecessary fluff--a mission to keep them together, girls, obligations--removed. and sam is disgusted by it.

LS!Sam just stares at ES!Sam blankly. he's annoyed with him, before something smaller, something pitying, slips into the shape of his mouth. he gets up to follow LS!Dean, leaving ES!Sam to wallow in his own sick. in this moment, Sam can't even empathize with himself.

and ES!Sam is sitting in the blast radius of his own fury. no one will look him in the eye. LS!Dean looks sick before he leaves the table. no one will answer his questions. no one even tries.

LS!Sam keeps trying to say, "this is what i want, sam. i don't mind. i love what i do, and i love doing it with dean." and all sam can hear is i gave up. i couldn't get out. i'm coping. don't destroy this glass house with a hammer because it's the only home i have left.

and ES!Sam still aches. because ES!Dean is already choosing another sam. LS!Dean looks at him like he has the power to kill him. LS!Sam looks at him like he pities him, which is the deepest cut of all.

poor sam. poor sam who doesn't want to die for this. poor sam who doesn't get us, who isn't us.

LS!Dean, ironically enough, is the closest ES!Sam gets to compassion, but it always feels like blows directed at himself. yeah. it sucks, kid. it fucking blows. i wanted you to get a wife. to get out. i...i tried. i'm sorry. it's more self-recrimination than care.

but GOD! ES!Sam goes for a run and sprints until he throws up because he sees the packed strength of LS!Dean's arms, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. he sees the easy way LS!Sam&Dean laugh with each other, the way they talk with looks alone, the naked adoration. he sees ES!Dean and aches and aches and aches and aches and aches. he needs something he doesn't have the words for, something he's terrified to name, because does that mean that he's giving up? does that mean that he's the fucked up one--perverting this easy life that they all clearly adore?

and even the joy he finds--talking with LS!Dean in the kitchen, sparring with ES!Dean in the gym, enthusing with LS!Sam over texts--there are moments. small ones. where sam realizes that the person talking to him kind of stops, content. he's already part of this system, of this unit. sometimes the pauses feel patronizing. or excited. or so full of tension that sam is already hardening in his jeans. or sad. and it's confusing, but sam is walking down the empty hallways, passing rooms of dead men and seeking out his brother, always his brother, always.

GRAH!!! lonely ES!Sam. bitter ES!Sam. joyful ES!Sam. jealous ES!Sam. possessive ES!Sam. ES!Sam choking on the things he doesn't understand--the things he can't--that have made their lives the way they are.

thank you for this ask, anon! it was beautifully written! and now i am also thinking about this! perpetual motion machine of devouring ES!Sam whole!

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

[honelle56]

Dnf planned a date night and is getting ready but sapnap didn't get the memo and is like "oh yes, boys night out, let's gooo :D"

Ohhhh I love this prompt, let's go:

George had just finished getting dressed for their big night out when Dream stepped out of the bathroom. He looked like sin with the towel wrapped around his waist, his curls still slightly wet from the shower. Today was their one year anniversary and George had been looking forward to this evening ever since Dream told him a week ago that he had a surprise date planned.

Dream pressed a kiss on George's forehead when he squeezed past him to get dressed himself. George wanted nothing more than to drag Dream to their bed and get rid of that stupid towel but he held himself back for the sake of Dream's date plan. Instead he plopped himself on the edge of the bed and waited patiently until Dream was dressed and ready to go.

"All done, baby?" Dream asked, holding out his hand. George nodded enthusiastically, getting up to grab Dream's hand and walk downstairs with him.

They had barely closed their bedroom door behind them when Sapnap's door burst open. "Finally guys, what too you so long?"

Dream and George exchanged a confused look. "Huh?" George settled on when it became apparent that Dream was equally at a loss of words as him.

"The boys night?? Dream has been talking about this for weeks, I am so excited!"

For a second the house was so silent you could have heard a hair pin drop. Then Dream burst out laughing, dropping George's hand and doubling over. Sapnap looked helplessly at George who just shrugged and tried to calm his boyfriend from his laughing fit.

"You thought," Dream started, wiping tears from his eyes. "That when I came to you, gushing about how I excited I am to go eat Sushi with George and then take George to an apple orchard where we make our own apple juice and then take George to a spa that that was anything other than a date?"

Sapnap paled. "I am literally an idiot. Isn't it your guys' anniversary today?"

George and Dream just nodded, Dream having finally recovered from his fit had his arm wrapped around George's waist.

"Well, then I wish you two a lovely evening, do nothing I wouldn't do and no sex in common areas. Again."

Dream just winked as he lead George to the car. Mentally he made a note to schedule a Dream Team night out soon. Otherwise Sapnap would have to retort to drastic measures like inviting Punz over. Better be proactive.

#i am so sorry Sapnap #not sorry Punz you deserve to catch strays #Honelle drabbles

[rafecameronsmistress]

WHO AM I?

[description] Fem Reader x John B x JJ Maybank

[summary] John B “king of the pogues” is the ideal boyfriend and i love him. JJ; the living breathing example of a pogue, he’s desirable but off limits.. or is he?

[cw + tw] 18+ CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - lots and lots of smut, alcohol, smoking marijuana, strong language, cheating, angst, self hatred, self degrading talk

[authors note] After watching OBX 3 i’ve been inspired to write. Every male character is beautiful in their own way so why not use that to my advantage and compose delicious smut content? Open to feedback and requests!

THIS IS QUITE LONG BUT WORTH IT

WARNING SMUT AHEAD

Enjoy 🖤

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it’s friday night at the chateau, you and John B are loading beers into the fridge and making space for your friends to sleep when they pass out drunk

John B cracks one open and slumps into the couch, he takes a long sip slurping the bubbles loudly

“i love friday’s” he says with a mischievous grin on his face

“oh yeah, why’s that?” i laugh knowing a stupid remark is about to come from his mouth

“i love them because i get to drink the same amount of beer i drink on a week day but it’s the weekend so its acceptable!” he chuckles to himself

“you’re so dumb” i joke

i grab a beer for myself and walk outside, the warm summer air hugs my skin and i plop myself into a lawn chair

7pm on the dot i hear the ripping of JJ’s dirt bike coming down the pathway, he’s never late for “beer o’clock” as we call it here

Kie and Sarah text me in a group chat:

- “hey y/n we’re just grabbing something to smoke from Rafe and then we’re headed over love you!!!”

- “LOL perfect, love you guys too” i reply

John B comes out of the house with a slam to the screen door “JJ” he barks like a college frat boy throwing an ice cold beer in his direction

without hesitation JJ punches a hole in the side and shot guns his first beer of the night, he crushes the can and tosses it behind him with confidence

he gives me a warm smile and salutes me, i giggle and salute back

John B and i have been dating for a few months, he’s amazing, everything a girl could want

but JJ and i have always had this chemistry that neither of us will admit, everybody says he likes me

it makes nights like these difficult, full of alcohol, and natural flirting

John B and JJ have been best friends forever, i would never do anything to ruin that

in the distance i see the next two pouges waltzing up the driveway, Pope and Cleo

they’re a new couple and totally in love, they’re walking hand in hand and Cleo is skipping swinging Popes arm out of excitement, i get up from my chair and wave

John B starts a fire, Pope grabs chairs for Cleo and i, and JJ takes the last sip of his second beer and lets out a ridiculous burp that makes us all laugh

“thank you,” he says proudly and bows

Kie and Sarah are here now and my heart feels full, i look forward to this every friday, i love my friends with all my being and i would never want to be anywhere else

11 o’clock at night

we all have a good buzz going when Sarah says “let’s play pong!”

i jump out of my seat, i love pong, i’m good at it

“i’m in, teams?” i look at John B who is clearly undressing me with his glazed over eyes, “i’ll watch” he smirks, i can’t help but blush, he makes me feel good about myself

JJ steps in “i’ll play with you y/n” i smile and nod

JJ and I against Sarah and Kie

I instantly sink 2 cups “balls back!” i yell competitively

“ohhhh shit you guys are so fucked,” JJ laughs and points in the girls direction, we sink another ball, now it’s Sarah and Kie’s turn, they both miss and laugh hysterically barely able to stand on their own two feet

JJ and I bend down at the same time to retrieve the balls and collide heads, knocking me on my ass

he stares at me in fear he’s hurt me, i spit out a laugh and he lets out a big sigh and puts out his hand to help me up

just before he pulls me up we stand still hand in hand, staring into each others eyes, a split second felt like an eternity, i shake my head and climb up

1 o’clock in the morning

we’re all back by the fire, Cleo is asleep under Popes sweatshirt, Pope and JJ are smoking a joint, Sarah and Kie made their way inside to John B’s couch where they will crash for the night

John B stands up, giving me a drunk horny smile and signals me to follow him inside

“ew Pope look.. they’re going to have sex!” JJ laughs jokingly, they both crack up from being cross faded and having a childish sense of humor

“wrap it up my guy” Pope instructs John B, then takes a long drag of the joint, i laugh at the two idiots and cover my face with my hands

John B leads me into his room basically walking sideways, he falls straight back onto his bed then props himself on his elbows “come here” he seduces with the sexiest smile

i climb onto his bed and on top of him, he’s laying on his back now while i stare down at him

“i just fucking love you” he slurs, he cups my face in his hands and pulls me down to kiss him, his kisses are sloppy and his breath is rapid

his hands were massaging all over my body at a very rapid pace, like he couldn’t stick it in me fast enough

i sit back up putting all of my weight on his rock solid bulge, he bites his bottom lip and tugs at my shirt “off” he demands

i pull my top off and he unbuckles my bra faster than i could blink, John B looks at my tits the way a dog looks at a medium rare sirloin steak

he sits up to meet my breasts and takes one in his mouth while he holds and massages the other

i run my fingers through his long silky hair and lay my head back as he sucks on my nipples

he pushes forward into me causing me to be on my back now, he pops my nipple out of his mouth and with one swift motion he removes his torn obx shirt and tosses it on the ground

as he comes back down his lips meet mine, he slithers a hand underneath me pulling my hips into his and i left out a soft moan

he trails his lips from my jaw, to the crook in my neck that makes my panties soak, to my nipple, my stomach, then just above my panty line

i buck my hips as an invitation for him to fully undress me and he does with ferocity, he leaves my panties on, i wore his favorite, emerald green with a clover and the words “lucky” embroidered on the front

he quite literally licks his lips at the sight of my soaking wet pussy, he places his thumb on my clit and starts massaging in circles

i inhale sharply and give him my best ‘fuck me’ eyes

John B leans forward and places a delicate kiss on my lips and sucks on my bottom lip as he pulls away

he moves back to my heat and licks the front of my panties top to bottom then kisses around her, she’s throbbing

at this point i’m literally aching for him to be inside of me “please” i beg

with fire in his eyes he pulls my undies down and spreads my legs as far apart as they can go, his tongue immediately making love to my hotspot

“oh fuuuck” i let out as i grip the bed sheets and wildly buck my hips

he pulls his mouth off of me and covers his middle and ring finger with saliva, he slowly pumps his fingers inside of me and continues to circle my clit with his tongue

he hits all the right spots and i can feel the build up “oh my go-“ i’m breathless “please don’t stop”

not another second goes by and my entire body is trembling and convulsing, my eyes glued shut and my mouth hanging open, i’m cumming so hard i can’t even make a sound

John B takes his fingers out of me and sucks all my insides off of himself

he pulls his shorts and boxers down, his cock flies out and smacks his stomach, he gathers spit in his hand to lube himself before he fucks me

“turn around” he says as he helps me get on all fours, i give him my best arch and grab hold of his pillow, doggy style is my favorite

my orgasm is dripping down my legs, he collects it and uses it to prepare my pussy

he slowly pushes into me and i melt underneath him

“fuuuck me” he groans with pure pleasure

im in such a euphoric state i dont care if anybody hears, im letting John B know he’s hitting all the right spots

he grabs both of my ass cheeks and uses them as leverage to fuck me faster

“you - feel - so - fucking - good” i cry out in sync with his thrusts

his force become erratic and sloppy as he’s about to finish “let me cum on your face” he pants

i quickly flip over onto my back and prop myself up on my elbows, i open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue out inviting his orgasm inside of me

he strokes himself twice before unleashing on me, i love watching him cum

my mouth is covered in John B’s babies, he grabs a towel to wipe my face

he cleans the last bit of himself off of my lips, his thumb pulling my mouth open, he kisses me long and hard

John B throws on a pair of pajama pants and dives into bed almost instantly falling asleep, i brace myself to stand up

i put on a pajama set that i keep here, it’s one that’s only meant for John B to see but i have nothing else to wear, i refuse to put my cum soaked shorts and undies back on

i walk to the bathroom with wobbly legs and an aching core

girl code: always pee after sex

i fix my hair and wipe off any mascara that was smudged before i head back outside

i’m not tired yet, i figure i’ll have another beer and sit by the fire a bit longer, i expect everyone to be gone or asleep by now it’s just about 2am

to my surprise JJ is staring into the dwindling fire, smoking a joint, and finishing off another beer

i give him an awkward smile while trying to cover myself, i’m in very tiny shorts and a very tiny spaghetti strap top, lilac purple and lined with lace, again, meant for John B only

his eyes scan my entire body and my cheeks burn red hot, he pulls a chair up next to him and pats it signaling me to sit

i take the offer and we sit in silence both zoning out into the fire, JJ offers me his joint, i take a few hits

the silence is deafening, we both want to speak but neither of us have the right words to say

JJ breaks the silence after a few minutes of awkwardness “soooooo sounds like you and John B were having fun”

oh my god, i don’t want to do this

“mhm.. didn’t think anybody was awake..” i bashfully reply

after slugging the last sip of beer number who knows??? JJ throws the empty can into the fire then puts his head into his hands

“i was awake.. heard the whole thing” he mumbles staring into the fire

this is weird, i have nothing to say, i don’t want to say or do the wrong thing,

i love John B. i love John B. i love John B.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom and go to bed” i say suggesting he does the same “alright, i gotta use the bathroom too” he replied following me

“boys pee outside” i stated

he gave me a smirk and held up 2 fingers suggesting he doesn’t have to only pee, i roll my eyes and head inside, he follows

it’s so quiet inside my ears start to ring, i open the bathroom door and go to close it behind me when it stops short

i turn around and JJ’s boot is wedged in between, he pushes the door open and holds his finger to my mouth shushing me, he closes the door behind him and locks it in a singular motion

panic. absolute panic. there are five other people in this house. one of them being John B.

my eyes are basically bulging out of my head at this point “i know i know im sorry” JJ whispers “it’s just-“ he pauses

it’s just what? i silently mouth to him

“i can’t listen to him fuck you and not want to do the same” he said through gritted teeth

“JJ we can’t- i cant” i plead

my heart is screaming at the top of its lungs. ABORT MISSION. DO NOT ENGAGE. my cunt is screaming JUMP HIS BONES. LET HIM IN. ALL OF HIM.

JJ runs his hands through his hair and sighs “fuck it”

he aggressively places one hand on my hip and the other holding my jaw turning my head slightly to the side, he sucks the sweet spot on my neck that John B just had this mouth on

my head falls back giving him better access, my hands trail up his arms and into his messy hair, i give it a light tug and he nips my neck

JJ backs me up into the sink and presses his throbbing dick onto my stomach, it’s big

he gets down on his knees, he’s now eye to eye with my heat, he pulls down my pj shorts and discovers no panties, because they’re soaked with my cum on John B’s floor

he salivates at the sight, he looks up at me with those big blue eyes and licks the entire length of my slit, i can’t take my eyes off of him

this is wrong.

JJ stands back up, towering over me, looking down on me

i feel like a whore.

“turn around” he whispers in my ear, i turn and i’m faced with myself in the mirror

i am a whore.

there’s a cocky smile across his face while he stares back at me through the mirror, he slightly bends me over preparing me for his length

he pushes himself into me and i learn quickly he’s bigger than John B

i wince, my pussy is crying for help, with every thrust i feel worse about myself, but not enough to stop him, i want this

he feels so good, he feels so right

the sound of heavy breathing and a slight squeak of the sink fills the air

must. stay. quiet.

JJ slows the motions of his hips, really taking his time inside of me

i drop my head down and use all my strength to hold back the noises i so badly want to make

god, i wish we were elsewhere he deserves to hear me, i want him to know how good he makes me feel

he’s pumping into me at a steady pace not missing a beat, until he abruptly stops

“did you finish?” i whisper with confusion

his large cold hands weave through the back of my hair, he lifts my head by my hair and faces me toward the mirror and our eyes meet

“you’re gonna watch me fuck you” he asserted

he picks up the pace causing his hips to repeatedly clap on my ass, it’s loud

the sink squeaks louder

“JJ-“ i pant

he doesn’t respond, he pulls me toward him so my back is flush with his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a snake, one on my right boob and the other on my throat

his head is right beside mine, we watch each other in the mirror, the sinister look on his face makes my toes curl and my stomach wretch at the same time

his hot shaky breath in my ear nearly sends me over the edge

i put my head back on his shoulder giving into him fully, my body is yours JJ

“are you gonna cum for me?” he whined into my ear

i nodded my head, afraid to open my mouth

one hand still gripping my throat he runs the other hand from my nipple to my clit, he moves his fingers side to side

“fuck JJ” i cry out in a small voice

“look at me” he seethes

our eyes meet in the mirror again and i reach what felt like heaven

the hand that was on my throat is now covering my mouth, JJ let’s go of my clit and wraps the other arm around my torso

he picks up the pace, fast, like a jack rabbit

at this point the noises coming from my mouth are uncontrollable, JJ tries his best to muffle them

my pussy is tingling, numb almost

his head falls forward on to my shoulder, his grunts are almost too loud

he quickly pulls himself out of me and i feel a warmth on my ass

i look at myself in the mirror

whore.

JJ tries to catch his breath while he wipes his orgasm off of me with toilet paper

we get dressed in silence and before he walks out of the bathroom he gloats “it felt a whole lot better than it sounded,” then flashed me an egocentric smile

i wait a few minutes before leaving the bathroom incase anyone woke up

i shuffle across the hall into John Bs bedroom, i crawl into his bed and cover myself

my vagina is swollen and throbbing, another reminder that i’m a whore

staring blankly at the ceiling i start to cry

what did i just do?

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I’m thinking about subby Steve and sweet dom Bucky and denial mixed with virginity kink…

Bucky knows when he lays Steve out on the bed that his boy is desperate tonight. His slim hips are already grinding up and down, seeking any stimulation at all. Last time Steve was this way, Bucky got him opened up on his fist and thanked the lord for the serum letting Steve cum as many times as Bucky wants him to. He’d been a big, gorgeous overstimulated wreck and it takes a lot for Bucky not to just repeat that, with those sweet little baby blues looking up at him.

But he goes a different route. He gets Steve undressed slowly, shushing and murmuring in response to Steve’s whines and breathless complaints. When the lube gets uncapped, Bucky sees Steve’s grin stretch across his already flushed face, almost vibrating in excitement. Imagine his surprise when Bucky tucks only his pinky finger into Steve’s pink hole.

“M-more…” Steve sounds pitiful, something he’s perfected through years of practice so he can get Bucky’s cock in him as fast as superhumanly possible.

“Ohhhh, no, sweetheart.” Bucky clicks his tongue and moves his pinky back and forth tiny amount by tiny amount. “I don’t wanna hurt this sweet little thing. You know you can’t take more than this without practice?”

Steve’s baffled face peers down at his boyfriend before he processes Bucky’s tone, his soft touches and whispers, and then groans as his dick twitches against his stomach. Bucky takes Steve’s realization of this particular game in stride, petting down Steve’s thigh while still only using his pinky.

“You’re so good, wanting to take it all at once, but I don’t wanna scare you off, honey. Just relax, I know it feels big.” Bucky’s shoulders keep Steve’s thighs apart and the back and forth shallowness of the finger is already making Steve feel insane.

“No, no, no, please, I know I can take more, I know it.” Steve’s already getting a little misty-eyed, the very prospect of being denied for god knows how long is too awful. Bucky just smiles sweetly and pushes in a tiny bit harder.

“Why would you think that, baby? You fooled around with someone before me?”

Steve’s head shakes back and forth against the pillow, “No, Buck, I swear.”

“Good boy, shhhh, shhh, I believe you.” Bucky teases the tip of his ring finger then pulls back and a tear rolls down Steve’s temple. “So what is it? You been getting your own fingers up in this pussy? You got a toy hiding somewhere around here you haven’t told me about? You been thinking about me at night?”

“Yeah, yeah, mm-hmm.” Steve plays along, sure that he’s found an in and he’ll get stuffed full like he deserves real soon. “I’m good at taking it, I really am, please please please, I need more fingers, Buck, please.”

“That’s different though, sweetheart. I’m a little thicker, too, and my fingers are wider. Just relax, let me get you ready like you deserve. It’ll only take a little while, then we’ll see if your pussy’s wet enough to take me.” Bucky smiles wide, gleeful at having his boy melting for him like this, desperate and denied but still clamping down around his pinky like his life depends on it. Steve whines, high and long, music to Bucky’s ears.

(I just couldn’t get this out of my head and think you’d appreciate it hehe)

I do appreciate this

The idea of Steve being so fucking slutty--all but literally slavering for cock all the time, getting fisted, fucked hard, and being too experienced, he's had Bucky so many ways and taken toys and fantasized about stuff that should not turn him on but it does, it does so bad--only for Bucky to turn that around on him and start treating him like some fragile, inexperienced boy is... 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Steve wouldn't know what's hit him at first, but then when Bucky's words hit him and his mushy brain processes them, oh, lord, it's over for him. Having Bucky treat him like he's never had it before makes it feel so new. It makes him even more desperate to have it. Tears in his eyes, an arch in his back, trembling muscles, working himself into a fit--begging for it as he loses his head.

Oof.

Yeah. That's a great fucking idea 😮‍💨🥴

Thank you so much for this filth <3

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