#whenever you fuckin go to sleep lol

[merakiui]

Wait wait wait! I wanna jump on this apocalypse au train real quick! But envision this…

Whenever a housewarden picks his bride there’s a ceremony that takes place to show the remaining population the person that’s going to be standing by his side. And for this, housewardens from other compounds are invited to come witness the ceremony (or some sort of diplomat comes in the leader’s place) . It's a show of goodwill and comradery between the compounds. To keep up morale and strengthen unity.

And for this special ceremony, it’s between the one and only Malleus Draconia and his pretty bride. And who shows up because of his hatred that borders on obsession for Malleus? Fuckin Rollo.

And he takes a great interest in Malleus’s Bride. She’s innocent looking, quiet and meek. But that’s not what sparks his unhealthy interest, it's the way you stare up at Malleus like he’s your whole world. Full of love and adoration. Pure and utter devotion.

And Rollo can’t fathom the thought that you, the pinnacle of perfection and innocence, could love a monster like Malleus. Surely, it must be the effects of some sinful curse.

And late at night, where all guests are in their rooms sleeping away from the festivities of the wedding, Rollo finds himself roaming the halls. Your sweet smile and perfect body engraved in his memories. How can he sleep when you're plaguing his mind?

That’s when he finds himself following the sounds of your moans echoing down the long hall. Walking deeper into the dwelling of the dragon’s territory. Forgoing any disdain he held for the ruler. Only focusing on the sounds of your pleasured gasps and lewd moans up to the large marble doors that seem to block his view of you.

A voice whispers into his ear to lean in closer and listen. That he’s the only one worthy enough to view. Tempting him so nicely and convincingly, that he’s on his knees peeking through the keyhole to see you sprawled across the large bed. Legs wrapped around Malleus’s waist and hands tugging at his long ebony locks. The force of Malleus’s deep thrust making your back arch.

And Rollo listens to you begging Malleus to go harder, to go faster. And all that strikes a chord with Rollo and he’s tempted to reach his hand down his trousers to beat his throbbing cock to the rhythm of Malleus thrust into your tight cunt. But he holds himself back, forcing himself to focus on the sway of your breast, the shining trail of cum that drips down your thighs and ass, the plumpness of your lips and hazy expression on your face.

It wasn’t until you plead these very words that not only does his restraint snaps but so does the man that was holding you like you were the most precious gem, “Please, give me a baby!”

And the thin string that was preventing him from falling deep into his delusion is cut.

Anyways, this has been on my mind for like the whole day. Um… so do with this as you please. It was mainly supposed to be about the love of my life, Malleus, but quickly turned into a rollo thirst, which is kinda surprising. But! Here it is. Also, I didn't know where to add it, but I like to think that Malleus knew Rollo was watching and knew that he was growing some sort of infatuation for his precious Child of Man and Mal took it personally.

And I just want to say I absolutely love your work. I consume it like my abuelita consumes her telenovelas. Every post is just so juicy and good. Legit, the best blog to ever blog fr. And i want to interact more, so i might be coming back with more ideas lol

-M (not quite sure how anon names work, but I hope this is good :))

AAAAAAAAAAA M ANON, THIS IS SO YUMMY OMG........ Rollo peeking in on you and Malleus when the two of you are trying to conceive a child, not only because of compound tradition but because the two of you genuinely love and care for each other. Oooooo Rollo is in utter disbelief that you could ever willingly love someone like Malleus! Surely you're under some spell. Magic is so filthy and terrible, after all. He wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason you're so affectionate with Malleus (Rollo is very wrong about that and also very delusional).

Omg and Malleus knowing Rollo was spying...... orz he can definitely sense the presence of another, and maybe come the following morning at breakfast Malleus is so attached to you, more possessive than usual because he just knows if he leaves you alone for more than a minute someone (Rollo) may attempt to strike up conversation with you. >_< aaaaaa and Rollo is so strict with himself, trying so hard to deny the fact that he's (lustfully) attracted to you and that he's only watching you from across the banquet hall like this because he's trying to understand what you see in Malleus. That's the only reason! It's definitely not because he keeps thinking about you and your pretty body and your moans and....... T_T he is obsessed and in denial, and Malleus most definitely knows this.

After he's returned to the Noble Bell compound, he (very begrudgingly) writes to Malleus, if only to keep up appearances and be polite, but mainly so, should another event happen, he can secure an invitation and see you again. <3 he frequently writes about you in his diary to sate every filthy desire he has, often tearing the pages out and burning them after he's gotten it out of his system. But some pages he keeps. Like the poems and sonnets dedicated to you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #twst apocalypse au #M anon #also thank you for liking my work and blog!!!!! <3 #i'm happy the posts can be delicious #your apocalypse rollo idea sustains me orz it is truly a meal of an ask omg i am fed well #i need to write more apocalypse rollo >:D he's so gross i love him

[boldlyvoid]

I think that Eddie would eat chronically ill!reader out literally whenever bc he'd be like "no baby lay back ive got you all you gotta do is lay there and be pretty" like Does Not care if he gets off

(Not really a request lol but if you wanna expand on it 👀👀)

oh absolutely!!! orgasms are so good for mental health and thus full body health once you get that dopamine and serotonin flowing so he'd be offering to get you off whenever you're feeling down.

cw: chronically ill reader (no exact diagnosis) oral sex (f receiving), lots of praise, use of good girl, baby and princess, hand jobs, titty fucking, cum play

this is my first time writing from this pov let me know what you think

Eddie comes to bed around midnight thinking you're already asleep but finds you reading, not feeling good, just waiting for him to be ready for bed for a cuddle or something... he climbs in beside you and rests his head on your shoulder with his arm thrown around your middle, stealing a glance at the page you were reading with a sigh. "you okay?"

you shake your head, "no... I feel really low and everything hurts."

"baby," he pouts and looks up at you with his big doe eyes, "what do you need? the heating pad? your weighted blanket?"

"I kinda want to get off..." it comes out in a small whisper, you place your book down so you can cup his cheek instead, "can we do something?"

"yeah, baby, of course... you want me to eat you out?" he doesn't even think twice, he simply puts your book on the side table and helps you out of your sleep shorts and panties. your shirt stays on most nights when he goes down on you, he'll play with the hem and grip the shirt instead of your thighs because his grip is strong and you bruise a little too easily. he slips all his rings off and puts them in the dish on his night table and peels off his own shirt. he slips between your legs and kisses the inside of your thighs, "fingers, no fingers? are you okay to stretch your legs out or-

"just don't hyperextend them again," you plead. "but yeah, go for it," you lay back against the pillows more, getting yourself into the most comfortable position.

"you know, I love doing this with you... for you?" he says while lightly rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh, he kisses the side of your knee and then all the way back to your core.

"you're so pretty and soft," he says between kisses, mumbling against your skin, "you're so cute when you're like this; when you just want me to touch you and make you feel better. I would happily spend the rest of my life making you feel better, princess, you know that right?"

you nod along, no matter how many times he does this he still makes you feel breathless with anticipation. "I know, you don't let me forget it."

"good girl," he smirks and leans in more, "ready?"

you nod while reaching forward to push his bangs back, holding them out of the way so he can keep watching you while he eats you out. both pussy lips get a kiss before he parts them with his fingers, using the middle one to ghost over your sensitive clit to tease you.

he feels your hips jolt at the sensation, making him chuckle deep and dark from within, "god, you're so fuckin' hot."

"Please," you beg, gripping his hair tighter, "need you..."

"okay, okay," he teases, his breath hot on your pussy.

he is always soft and sweet at first, with gentle kisses to your clit, he drags his tongue over your cunt and swirls around the wetness you made in anticipation of all this. he slowly but surely gets hungrier, making out with your pussy, he groans against your skin and grinds against the mattress, no doubt hard as a rock already. he kikes your leg up over his shoulder as he tongue fucks you.

"oh my god," you mumble to yourself as your back arches, pushing your core against him more and more. he lets you pull him back up to your clit by his hair, "fing-fingers, please? fuck..."

he hums against you, teasing his index and middle fingers over your hole, gathering up your nectar and pushing inside slowly, knuckle by knuckle until they bottom out. he's done this a million times so he knows what you can take, what you like and what you need. based on moans and the way your body arches and twitches, he knows what's hitting and what isn't. he plays you like an instrument, he follows the notes in order and makes you moan a beautiful song as you reach your orgasm.

and he doesn't pull away, he knows you like the slight overstimulation, you like to feel something intense after hours of feeling empty inside your mind. he sometimes even gets to give you two orgasms in a row like that, only stopping when you rip him back up by his hair.

"okay, okay, holy fuck?" you pant, clutching your chest with your free hand, floating on that fucked out feeling. "it's your turn..."

"I'm fine," he sits on his knees between yours, he pushes his boxers down and grips his cock with the hand that was just two fingers deep inside of you, using your cum to jerk himself off.

"nuh-uh," you sit up and pull your shirt off, showing off your chest, "this is my favourite part."

"you like it when I mark you?" he knows all too well that if he can't be inside you, you're still going to want his cum somehow.

"so much," you lay back down and help him straddle your hips, he doesn't sit on you, he just hovers there while jerking off. he gets to stare down at your tits, and even pushes his cock between them as you hold them tight together.

he holds onto the headboard with one hand and grips one of your tits with the other, paying with the nipple as he thrusts between them again and again. "sweet fuck, you're too good to me, princess. I'm gonna cum."

"cum for me," you whisper up at him, smiling away, loving when he gets like this.

"fuck," he shutters, his hips sputtering as he cums over your boobs and neck, not quite hitting you in the face but enough to make you flinch. he taps his cock against your tit, rubbing his cum into the nipple, "my god, I love you, so much."

you laugh as he gets off you and flops down onto the bed beside you, "I love you too."

he sighs, "give me a sec and then I'll help you to the bathroom."

"take your time," you tease, reaching over to the night table to get a tissue. you clean off your boobs and roll over to cuddle into him. "I'm good."

#ask #eddie munson #chronically ill reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4

[jasonshousewife]

Help me, I have had an idea running through my head all week, it is truly a necessity, and he is nothing more and nothing less than a vampire hunter Jason and a vampire reader, I have no idea how the plot would go, there is just a dialogue that constantly runs through my head and doesn't let me sleep.

"You're going to suck more than just my blood." HAHDJAHSJSKNFNDKFJ 😻😻😻

HJDGEKLEHS NALI IM DEAD THE LAST LINE.... YOU'RE COOKING!!!

i've been keeping this in draft for so long... I was so busy last week + mental issues kicked in lol Sorry it took so long!!

Warning: including sexual content, pnv sex

i don't really know much about vampires and vampire hunters au but please tell me them being enemies with benefits is possible cause why not??

The very first time was a mistake. Everything was hazy and adrenaline was still running wild through his veins. He pinned you against the wall and without thinking, his rough lips crushing on your soft lips. The blood red pupils of yours, and those plump limps- he couldn't help it. You both don't remember much about that night but you remember the first kiss and the taste of blood lingering on his lips. The taste of blood, the anger, the excitement. There was nothing gentle about the night, all rough and want and trying to take from each other.

And then it became a thing after that. No matter how the night starts, it all ends up with him inside you, fucking you rough. His hand in your hair pulling your head back while you're bent over for him. He knows he shouldn't do this, but fuck it this feels so good and so right. He loves the little whines you make everytime he thrusts his hips deep inside you.

It's the same on your side, you know you shouldn't but you don't want this to ever stop. And everytime you unintentionally claw him you draw a blood... you have to swallow down your thirst. If only he wasn't pinning you down and making you cum so hard.

It's just sex, no feelings included. You try to remind yourself. But it's not your fault he feels so good- he tastes your skin so deliciously, you wonder how he'd look if you're the one drinking him. Whenever he's above you with that nasty grin, incoherent babbles you hear when he cums, oh god the things he do to your stomach.

But it's not so later that you started to crave for him. Just watching him felxing his ripped muscles makes your stomach flip even when you should not. Seeing his body so thick, the scars you left on his skin so pretty, you couldn't help it. You needed him inside you, and you needed to drink in his blood. You wanted to know how he tasted.

And he seem to notice that at one point as well. He started to tease you the way he never did, enjoying every little reaction he can pull out of you.

"Do you want this?" He whispers in a gruff voice, his calloused hand holding on your waist.

"Do you want to cum for me? hmm?"

He does again, slapping your hip this time and making you moan. You nod fiercely, trying to make him keep going.

"Good fuckin' girl..."

He mutters out, breathing heavily. He begins to thrust in and out again, quickening his pace as he felt himself getting closer as well. But he can't stop it- not when you're so tight for him. He continues until he hears you mewling and feels your cunt pulsing around his cock. He stays inside you for few moments before pulling away. He makes a crooked smile as he pulls you up from bed so he could hold you in his arms by your thighs.

"I think you can take some more, can't ya?"

He whisper into your ear, stroking his cock before adjusting himself again.

"No, t'much-" You whine as you're still shaking from the orgasm. But his smile still stays the same.

"Yes you can... I'll even let you sunk those fangs in my neck later..."

He says in an almost sarcastic tone, pressing pecks on your cheek. And you feel chills going up your spine as he whispers those words. He slowly pushes himself in, moaning at the warmth of your hole and how it's squeezing him so tightly.

"Just like that..." He whispers sweetly and his grip on your hips tightened. He lets out a sigh, feeling like he's gonna cum right there and then.

"You're going to suck more than just my blood tonight."

okay sorry there is no plot just smut😭

but can you blame me i'm just horny after being so stressed for the last week!! thank you so much for the good quality content (any sexy jason content is a good quality content you can't change my mind) Nali <3

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #smut #jason todd smut #gigi's emails

[dahliaes]

sea of magnolias - chapter two "dragonflies"

cw; no plot ofc, slice of life, melancholy, references to mother nature, jean is now here and he is a SWEETIE!!!! pure fluff, 3k words because im so slow, i wanna be 17 and live in the sea, yearning/longing, pieck and porco are idiots in love

hi again!! this story is very touching to me and i can't stop expanding despite how little the word count is lol i hope you all enjoy this little slice of life south carolina story bc i love it!!

chapter one

Marshes, white beaches, blue crabs. They didn’t wake you up. Neither did the small puddle of drool in the basin of your collarbone or the breeze bleeding in from the open window. That’s ocean breath.

You come apart, your cold limbs tangled up in hers and your eyes open like blooming flowers; if you could just sleep for a bit longer…Sleep like the pale mermaids you see rotting in the marsh, where the sea swallows their spine and soft skin; God puts her face down and her carrion melts unto the moon drenched nectar. If you could sleep…

You shiver beneath the cool quilt and feel Pieck beside you, your sweaty skin slides off hers with no traction—just like how the algae in the marsh slips beneath your feet.

Sometimes you and Pieck would cuddle in her twin sized mattress, hide beneath her big pink comforter, and trace each other's scars like constellations. A botfly infested her bottom lip and Porco cut it out with his pocket knife. She bled like a peach and smiled at you with blood stained teeth. You were shirtless playing cowboys and Indians with no distinction whether you were a boy or a girl, tripped and skinned your knee on the blistering pavement. Mama poured rubbing alcohol over your skin and promised that it wouldn’t hurt but that didn’t stop you from crying. You’ve got another one where no one can touch.

And sometimes you’d wake up with sunlight bleeding in through her window, the kind of sunlight you only saw when you were seven years old and small enough to be carried by your Mama; chalk on your hands and knees covered in bruises, no one had hurt you yet and never would if she was there to protect you, right?

“Pieck?” You whisper, hoping she hears you above the whispers of the marsh. They’re always saying something to you. You drifted to sleep like drifting to the sea and it’s still dark out, even darker than before, and you hear noise coming from the kitchen over the marsh valleys somber sounds. She’s saying something to you. “I think Pock’s home.”

“Mhmph,” She mumbles beneath the blankets and rubs her tired eyes, “He doesn’t live here.”

You’ll have to go home soon. Home right on the marsh water and rotting wood, home where it smells like the feather of a blue heron and where you’ve got all your pretty sundresses hanging up like American flags—the kind that makes boys unable to control themselves around you and God turn his gaze back to the sunset; Pock will drive you home. But it feels so nice to cuddle with her. Her skin is hot but cool when you touch your cheek to her spine, each little bump is another phase of the moon and you remember how she was the only girl at your sixteenth birthday.

You hum at the buzzing of Porco; Pieck, will you make me the happiest man on earth? Will you give me a son? And you hear his deep voice, heavy with beer and honey, mumbling something indistinct and gruff, something you don’t bother listening to.

“He must’ve brought another one of his fuckin’ friends over,” Pieck stretches her feet from beneath the blanket and cracks her back like a glow stick, “My daddy’s gonna kill him. I promise you that.”

Pieck slips away, waddling like an angel to the warm light of the kitchen lantern—that's how the fireflies get burned—and you hear her mumble to Pock about how he shouldn’t be using the key under the mat whenever he feels like a beer with his buddy… Jean?

Not blondie Reiner, not the olive boy Connie with the shark tooth necklace—he said he dug them out himself—not the younger one Colt or the dark scary boy Jaeger with dead eyes.

Jean. A new flower.

The moons out, you can feel her flowers growing and her spotlight shining down through Pieck’s open window. With that breeze, with that coolness of the evening, with that sleepy nectar that always keeps you safe. Midnight blue faded around you. You could almost touch it.

You shuffle beneath the quilt, rubbing your eyes full of bugs and lashes, and hear Pock crack open a Bud Light; he’s gonna crack his teeth one of these days. And you crawl out from the blanket to follow Pieck, just like you always did as a baby with your little blue jeans rolled up to your knees, always wanting to be right by her. This time it's a peach sundress and hardwood floors. You float to the kitchen light like a moth to a flame.

It’s Pock stumbling drunk and swinging his arm over her shoulders, kissing her sloppy and dancing around the kitchen with his babies in his arms. It’s Pieck hiding her face in his chest, hiding her red cheeks and blooming smile where no one but his heart can see and it’s—

He’s six feet tall, as tall as the moon, and maybe he could get it for you if you ask real nice—he’s leaning out the open window, looking up at the deep dark sea of the sky, the moon like a pearl and his tan skin like the shore. Blue jeans and a red ball cap; oh, you wanna touch your heart and find the seashells hidden inside, put them up to your ear, and have them whisper to you that he’s a flower. A lily? A dahlia? The ones hidden beneath your bed with true souls and soft eyes…

And he turns around and you see his face. Now you know what flower he is.

Oh, he’s so pretty.

You lock eyes for a moment and you swear his face softened; in oil paint taken right from the moon and sea, he was made from honey. He looks at you like a little boy, as if he weren’t a man, but something soft and slack jawed that wouldn’t hurt you or the frail little birds with broken wings you like to nurture; his baseball cap and light scruff. He gently smiles at you and you swear boys like him aren’t from here.

He sips his beer and runs a hand through his hair. You touch the flowerbed between your breasts and wonder if you’re ever getting home.

“Go away,” Pieck shoves him, but he takes her down with him, “You’re an animal.”

“You know you love me, baby.” Porco slurs, “S’why you’ve got my baby in you. S’why we’re gettin’ married,'' He pulls her into his arms, his wet mouth bleeding with beer kisses the top of her head and rubs her belly, eyes lidded like bumblebees—you stand there watching them fool around, listening to the gulls and the nic-sea-breeze fray the curtains, letting the blue moon drift in pass Jean. He must like it. He’s watching you, a gentle smile that makes him look humble, then the open window, then the mosquitos buzzing around his sun kissed skin. Oh, he’s so tan. Oh, he’s so tall.

He doesn’t look like one of the boys from here. Even though he’s tan and strong, he looks tender.

He reminds you of those shy cowboys, the ones with hearts aglow and eyes full of stars, waiting to be met with either a bottle of whiskey or the Big Dipper up in the sky; your cool naked skin by the campfire and his big old calloused hands shining orange, red, and blue as he holds you close…

But you look at him again and he isn’t a cowboy. Cowboys can’t ride in the marsh. He’s just soft and pretty and taller than the moon. He’s only seventeen.

Maybe he’ll play cowboys and Indians with you.

Porco pouts at Pieck when she pinches his cheeks. You hope she shuts him up before he starts singing that song and makin’ up his own lyrics, before he starts trying to fight everything in sight. But you also hope Jean isn’t as quiet as you.

“You girlies shouldn’t be left alone,” Porco kisses her nose and you know he’s piss drunk, he must’ve robbed a liquor store like his daddy used to. That’s what put him in jail. “Y’all’dve called me n’ Jeanboy. Promise we’da keep ya safe and all.”

Jeanboy. Oh, Jeanboy, say something. You can’t help but watch him standin’ there, silent and tall with big shoulders meant for climbing on; something so intangible, something so indistinct and sweet about him. You hear Mother Nature humming everytime he looks up and looks away, shy like a scared little fawn in the body of a big strong elk. That’s not how boys act. You swear she’s rubbing peach blood all over his cheeks. He’s blushing.

“Yeah, you’re real cute, Pock.”

Then you watch him lean down to her and whisper something that he shouldn’t have, something that makes her wanna die.

“Will you shut up?” Pieck squeals, sick of all the sweet words he’s been whispering beneath his breath. She pushes him away and he comes stumbling drunk over to you.

“Miss Baby,” You’re sick of that nickname, “Haven’t seen you around here lately.” Porco pinches your cheek and you slap him away like a mosquito. You wish he’d shut up. He’s always treating you like a little sister and you didn’t want Jean to think you were something not worth kissing. You’re a woman. But Porco wouldn’t understand that.

“Why are you in my face?”

He slings his arm around you a little too rough and you can see Pieck peeking around the corner, making sure her daddy doesn’t hear all the drunken ruckus he’s causing—maybe, like the whispers of June, they just don’t notice anymore. They just get used to it.

“I have a secret to tell ya,” Porco whispers to you and his breath feels like august heat on your cheeks, thick and moist and hot with the stench of Bud Light lingering and floating throughout the air. You can taste how many beers he’s had.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“My buddy Jean over there,” He keeps his voice low, just for you to hear, he snickers and leans down like he’s about to kiss you, “He says you’re pretty.”

You want to scream.

With that cool breeze, Mama’s voice floats right to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear; Pieck’s got a willow tree and Her limbs sway in the wind. You remember once how a boy opened your hand and pressed a daffodil on your soft palm. Maybe when Jean was looking out the window he saw seven year old you and wanted to go back to a time before he was a man, before the world had changed him from callow to tough and worn. How long has he been here? Where’s he from? Not here. You woulda known. You woulda recognized him.

But you’re getting ahead of yourself. He didn’t say that, right? You’re wearing a light sundress and he’s wearing dirty old blue jeans with a faded red ball cap. You hope he’s got a truck.

Porco snickers and you aren’t sure what to say. No, he didn’t. He doesn’t even know me. Stop fucking around, Pock. Then you’d push him away and take Pieck’s hand in yours and run to the beaches like you were still kids running away from everything scary and loud; the monsters beneath your bed and the man who left bruises on her frail little arms. But you didn’t want to run to ten years ago. You wanted to run so tall and pretty and shy Jean couldn’t see you anymore. Run right into the sea and crash onto the waves and become a mermaid. Pretty where no one can see, especially not him.

“Leave her alone, you dick.” Pieck pinches his cheeks and he tries to give her a big wet kiss, but you’re looking at Jean with one of his eyes half shut and a little smile peeking up at you—at you?

“What? We’re just havin’ some fun, baby,” Porco laughs and Pieck scoffs and pulls him away from you, the salty sweet stink of Bud Light and cigarettes drifts off with him. As she takes him off to the living room, throws him down on the couch, and covers him up with that quilt, you stare at Jean. He keeps his eyes on the ground and you swear you do too, but…

He swallows and you watch his Adam’s apple bob. What were you supposed to say? Something about how Mother Nature grows forget-me-nots over your Daddy’s grave and how if he were to grab your waist, he’d feel flowers growing between your ribs and healed bruises from that night in October. What were you supposed to say?

How are you supposed to talk to boys?

And Jean opens his mouth like he’s about to say something but—

“He’s sloshed,” Pieck comes from behind you and you want to get down on your knees. “Wanna spend the night? You can sleep in our bed.”

“I can’t,” You whisper, wiping your cheeks so hard the blush comes off, “I’ve got church in the morning. I gotta get home.”

“I can drive ya.”

Just as he said that, the flowers in between your breasts bloomed and you felt something from a few summers ago whisper in your ear.

“Really?” You whisper back, but it wasn’t to him. It was to God.

“’Course,” He mumbles and comes over to you, somehow getting taller with every step, “I’m Jean.”

“Georgia.”

Georgia, you knew your cheeks were like wine. Georgia, your stomachs full of butterflies and you know not to touch those delicate wings, Georgia, he’s so cute. Georgia, you knew he was strong, but small scars cover his warm, whiskey-honey skin and you can’t bring yourself to look right at him and his little smile—despite what manners you’ve been taught. If you stare at an eclipse, you go blind… So as time slows and the heaven-pearly moon fades over top you and him, you look for something. Something boys aren’t meant to have and something only stargazers can find.

Then you see it—just as he smiles and sticks out his hand and says its nice to meet ya—you see it.

“Huh?” You say dumbly, wilting with a crooked awkward smile. Oh, God, you want to die. Pieck giggles at you and pinches your arm with a stupid smile on her face that makes you wanna hiss at her to shut up. C’mon, girl, what’s gotten into you?

“Said it’s nice to meet ya. I think I’ve seen you before on the docks, right? Down by Delphie?” He smiles sweetly and it makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter around the lilacs inside of you. You’re gonna be sick.

He shouldn’t smile at you like that. He shouldn’t look so cute and handsome and humble, like he’s one of those dogs that splash around in the creeks, beg for belly rubs, and wag their tails at every bit of affection they get. He smiles like a dog and you wanna put him down.

“Something like that.” You mumble, looking down at your bare feet and the toes of his boots. Your toenails are long and painted pink with smiley faces looking right up at you. Your face is hot like the sand on a summer afternoon and you can’t wait to get outta here.

“And I can drive ya home, if you want.” He says again, voice light and chipper. God, you wish he’d shut up. Maybe he wants you to jump up on his back and bite his ears and crawl all over him like a bug, he’s strong like a tree trunk and you could infest him if you wanted to. Because, God, you want to.

You blink at him. He blinks back.

“Sorry, Jean, she’s a mute!” Pieck squeals, shaking you by the shoulders, “We can’t ever get her to talk!”

“Shut up.” You whip your head around to see Pieck cackling like a witch and covering her mouth. You wanna push her so hard her baby falls out, but she starts to mouth to you; He is so hot! You swat her like a bug and beg for all this to be over, but you know you want it. You want to be with a boy, just for the night—not to lay beside, not to fuck or kiss, but to just be seen beneath the pale moonlight and have the sharp edge of seventeen pierce right through your heart like Mama said it would. Seventeen, she said, will always mean something to me. That’s when I met your daddy.

This summer wasn’t old enough to have a name, but if you climbed up into Jean’s truck and asked him if he believed in mermaids, maybe you’d name it Georgia.

“Fine.” You turn around to face him and you huff, “You can drive me home.”

Pieck buzzes behind you and you feel the ocean rise throughout your body, you’re scared you’re gonna throw up sea water all over him.

“Alright,” Jean flashes his sweet smile and runs a hand through his hair, “I gotcha.”

He’s got you.

And as you walk out with Jean behind you, Pieck and Porco turn into the no-see-ums that always bite your thighs; God plays a song just for you, just for Jean to hear, and you press two fingers to your heart as he watches. Maybe you’re sunkissed. Maybe you’re bare and naked and long legged with big eyes and there’s a moon you could bite into like an orange, but there he is. Behind you, holding the door open like a gentleman.

He has a seashell tattoo on the belly of his wrist and you promise yourself you’re going to touch it tonight.

#UGH back again!!!!! #sorry the chapters are so short i get nervy #sea of magnolias #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtien #aot x reader #jean kirschstein #aot fanfic #jean kirschtein x you #attack on titan x reader

[onestopfanficshop]

dating carmy berzatto pt. 2

warnings: language, here's a few nsfw things in here so watch out for that 👀 mdni

author's note: after forever i'm back lol 😭 i started school again and lowkey lost motivation to write so this has been in the works for weeks lol! enjoy <3

gif not mine!

you can count on one hand how many times carmy has called you by your real name. his go-to pet names are honey (he would say hon most often), baby (when he's trying to persuade you, when he’s whining about something, or when he feels guilty), and sweetheart (when he's feeling extra romantic and lovey-dovey). even when you two are fighting or on the very rare occasion that his anger's directed at you, he rarely uses your name

one time when you had stayed over, you left your shampoo at carm's place and he made mistake of using it just to try it out because the next day richie noticed

"did you rob a fuckin' hair salon, cousin?"

"what the fuck do you mean, richie?"

"the fuck do you mean? what is this shit, herbal essences?" richie says, sniffing carmy's hair.

poor boy would turn red from head to toe and never touch your anything of yours ever again

this one's sad but like- it's kinda important i think

obviously mike's death really fucked carmy up. you see him pushing away, detaching himself from the people who love him (just like mikey did). but you coming into his life really forces him to wake the fuck up. family is forever but you're something in carmy's life that isn't guaranteed and that he genuinely has to work for if he wants you around long-term

and he's so terrified to fuck it up but after you assure him over and over again that you don't intend to go anywhere he starts to loosen up a tiny bit and let you in

his family and everyone else at the restaurant can see the effect you're having on him, and even though they were a little apprehensive at first, they're so glad that carmy has you in his life

okay enough emotional stuff :,)

i know we don't see him read in the show but something in me tells me that he'd love a good library date. he raids the cookbook section, you clear out half of the romance section, and then you'd have a picnic in a park after and read each other's books and swap ideas

carmy dog-ears the pages of the borrowed cookbooks to make note of later. even though you've scolded him a thousand times not to fold the pages, he just can't help but forget, okay? old habits die hard

"look, baby, it's not my intention to hurt the book, okay? i swear. this is just easier than using a bookmark"

his favorite fruits are plums (with the skin on) or granny smith apples (also with the skin on)

would 1000% name a dish after you

keeps his hand in yours or on your thigh while he drives with the other hand

he has to set his alarm at least half an hour before he actually needs to get up so he can hit snooze 3 times

speaking of sleep we all know this poor man barely gets any so on the rare occasion that he does he can be out for hours at a time no joke

when you first started sleeping over at his place more, sometimes it would scare when he woke up and saw you sound asleep next to him because you seemed too good to be real :,)

one time he was teaching you proper knife technique before you were officially together; he put his hand over yours on the knife and even though he looked calm on the outside, he was freaking the FUCK out on the inside but for the life of him he couldn't tell why (it's called a crush carmy look it up)

i know it's hard to imagine carmy having a least favorite food because he is a chef, but idk; i feel like it would be cornbread 😭 something abt it just makes no sense to him. he thought maybe it was because he's had bad cornbread, so he made it for himself once and still didn't like it. who would put corn in bread? what was the reason?!

he always keeps you on the innermost part of the sidewalk whenever you're walking together

this isn't even a headcanon bc we all saw it on the show but 😭 this man's EYE CONTACT. good lord. the best (and worst) part is he isn't even aware of the power it holds on you; he would literally stare at you whenever you would talk and you'd get all flustered and he would just be completely clueless as to why

he LOVES it when you grip onto his arms while you’re fucking and he constantly teases you for being so obsessed with them 👀 any time he feels like skipping a workout he just thinks about that and boom he’s motivated

“you sure you wanna go out to eat? i can just make us somethin’ real quick”

would definitely get a tattoo for you once you guys got serious! something cute and simple (idk much abt tattoos lol); would love it if you had a matching one on you in a place that only he could see 👀

neck kisses are his absolute favorite. especially from behind when he gets to completely bury his face in your neck and kiss it into oblivion

literally ever since i saw carm take those jeans out of the oven my brain has been stuck on the idea that has an odd but endearing obsession with vintage levis lol 😭 one time, after the bear had opened up and completely taken off, he stayed up all night on ebay and scored a vintage type ii trucker jacket after furiously bidding on it for over an hour like a mad man

this man's always using his hands so i can totally picture his fingers doing all sorts of weird things to fidget. absentmindedly drumming his fingers on your thighs, rubbing strands of hair between his thumb and pointer finger-- literally anything to keep his hands occupied

“is this too spicy or no?”

always insists that you don't have to come to the restaurant to help but is secretly over-the-moon when you do. seeing you help with the dishes, or scold richie, or laugh with tina just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside (and makes him wanna start a family with you oops)

if he sees you he has to give you a full hug. he’s not a side hug kind of guy when it comes you. even if he has to drop what he’s doing in the kitchen and wipe his hands! he always gives you an all-encompassing bear hug and kisses you on the forehead and the lips- it’s his signature greeting :,)

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto headcanon #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto headcanon #onestopfanficshop

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Hey slug! Obviously it's a bit older now, but I was wondering if you might be able to translate Sougyaran BAM, from Kuko? I feel like I don't quite understand the TLs I have seen, so I was wondering if there were certain references or concepts I'm missing here lol

I saw the email notification of this request at the perfect moment. Too anxious to do work or anything else productive. Too caffeinated to sleep. Fuck it. Time to look at Kuukou for an hour.

Under a cut for length

Like a lot of Kuukou's... well, everything... this song is an eclectic mix of elements that can all more or less be distilled into these couple of bullet points:

Trying to fight the listener

Dropping powerful life advice or Buddhist teachings

Claiming his music is both a game changer and the kind of stuff that gets your blood pumping

Scatting, rhyming without meaning, or otherwise making wordplay

Outside of the parts that are straight-up nonsensical, the majority of the rap is very casual to the point of being rude. However, it's also interspersed with formal religious language. Again, both of these are how Kuukou talks, but I get why this would make it difficult for someone to translate.

I talk about this a lot whenever I translate anything, but an important (and maybe the most important!) part of any translation is determining the methodology, focus, and goals before you begin. I figure that if someone's asking me to look at song lyrics for songs that have been out for years, they probably care a lot more about the minutiae of what the character's saying than if I'm writing a rap as part of a longer work where readers aren't going to give it much attention. In that second case, it's probably more important to convey the appearance of a rap--rhyme, rhythm, what have you--and make sure I'm hitting the overall meaning rather than translate word-for-word. You know? The issue is, translating word-for-word would produce mostly nonsense on this one, since my interpretation of its meaning is largely coming from reading between the lines. There's also no real meaning outside of the four bullet points above. It's all vibes. So, this is a vibe-focused translation. When Kuukou says something with no meaning (that I can tell) outside of wordplay, I've exchanged it with a fresh wordplay. At the same time, since I assume the audience wants to know the minutiae, I put footnotes at the very end for the most curious souls. Finally, outside of wordplay moments, there is no attention paid to rhyming, rhythm, or line length.

Also I spent like forty minutes on it so it isn't a polished work of art or anything of the sort. Lyrics:

You wanna piece of this? That’s cool, tough guy. Bring it on. ‘Cause I’mma mess you up. Hmm? You’ve had enough? Yeah, bitch, I bet you’re fuckin’ SATIETIED. Who the hell do you think you are? Aw, who I am kidding? It doesn’t matter who you are. I’ve never met an ass I couldn’t kick! And while I’m here thrashing your sorry butt, listen up. I’m Kuukou from Bad Ass Temple, representing Nagoya, yo. And I’m gonna be world champion. Whazzat? Who do I think I am, some kinda fancy-pants hotshot? Nah, dawg. I’m a monk, haha! Get in the zone, do it or go home, this ain’t the scene you’ve known. [1] I’m a rebellious rhymer staging a revolution. C’mon, join me! Let me hear your voices!

“Enough determination can move mountains,” as they say. Yeah, a-a-a-and I’ve got determination for days.

San gha gharan bam! [2] S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue [3] Check, ch-ch-ch-check it, che-wa-watch out Gha bam! S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping, BAT’s sexy leader [4] Kick, kickin’ kickin’ killer San gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam Gha gha gha gha gharan bam

Say what? Rules, rules, rules—who the fuck cares about rules? I’m the ruler now. A ruler and a schooler. [5] Yo, I’ve got that brand new music— When I ring this giant bell, people hear that shit far and wide. Beat it! And lyrics? You already know I spit so much fire they call me a dragon. I’m all about the impulses, the anarchy, let’s fuckin’ go! I’m a breath of fresh air up in this shit. Eight pulls, nine pulls, ten pulls—someone say temples? [6] If you don’t know already, then you oughta listen up. You don’t need any of these options. Go make your own. Paint that shit vibrantly. Go try something new! And if it goes so well you can indulge in some goddamn rejoicin’? Then hell yeah, now we’re talking.

Yo, man. The world’s all in how you see it, as they say, and don’t you ever forget it. A-a-a-and I may be a monk, but I’m not preachin’ just to scold you! [7]

San gha gharan bam! S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue Check, ch-ch-ch-check it, che-wa-watch out Gha bam! S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping, BAT’s sexy leader Kick, kickin’ kickin’ killer San gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam Gha gha gha gha gharan bam

Yeah, life’s got ups and downs. You asking me, “Whatchu lookin’ at?” [8] Your ASS, lol got ‘em. Wassup, wassup, I’m a rhymer. I’m makin’ some good shit up in here. Hm? Ey, dance, dance over days when our hearts are aligned [9] Shoo bidoo doo bidoo Roo bidoo doo bidoo Tickili tickili tackili-tatt-too

Yeah! Haha! My rapping’s freakin’ EXHILARATORY. Hello! Aight, c’mon on, lemme give you some of this and wake you right up. Yo, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, ho!

Gharan bam gharan bam Gh-gh-gh-gh hey! Bring it on, tough guy! R-r-rapping, rapping, r-r-rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue R-r-rapping, yeah, gh-gh-gh, hey!

Yeah, clear the scene, ‘cause I’mma reinvent the scene. [10] Yo, get outta my way. I’m Evil Monk, the dragon of Bad Ass Temple, you know. Rrrrrrah! [1] This last is literally "clear weather (空)" or "energetic vibes (空)." At face value, it appears to be nonsense for rhyming. However, at the very end of the song, Kuukou talks about "the vibes/the scene (空気)" changing and him changing it (which can also be read as the weather changing/clearing up), which makes me wonder if those two are related. Just in case, I wrote them with a possible connection in English too.

[2] 僧伽藍 (sangharan) is a short form of 僧伽藍摩 (sangharama), a Buddhist temple or monastery. Bam is, of course, the sound of Kuukou throwing hands.

[3] 饒舌 (jouzetsu) is a fairly formal word in Japanese to refer to excessive talking. However, I was surprised to learn in the process of TLing this that it's also Chinese for rapping which appears to be how Kuukou's using it here. Also, if you're curious how English "jazzy" became "razzle-dazzle," I realized near the end of the song that I needed to start this word with the same sound as "rapping" (because he scats the j sound on jazzy and jouzetsu) whereupon I set out to find a good synonym. The issue is, I wasn't sure exactly how the lyric writers were using the term, so I put "jazzy" in an English-to-Japanese dictionary to get "loud, invigorating, eye-catching." Yeah, that's Kuukou all right. "Razzle-dazzle" is similar and starts with an r, so there we go.

[4] The lyrics say "xy な leader" (the な is just indicating that "xy" is being used as an adjective, btw) which I assumed means sexy... ekkusu ii said quickly sounds like sekushii. To be sure I wasn't barking up the wrong tree entirely, I ran a quick Twitter search on that line and found a very large number of Japanese Tweeters thinking the exact same thing I was. (It looks like Kuukou's VA once flashed his collarbone on this line in a concert, delighting scores of collarbone lovers everywhere.) That being said, searching anything on Twitter and finding horny Tweets isn't exactly a novel concept. Well, if I'm wrong about this, then at least I'm in the good company of all the thirsty Kuukou fans. Hahaha. If this seems OoC to you, I feel like it's here mainly for fanservice, not necessarily because Kuukou's trying to get some with the person he's beating up and/or preaching at. Although, idk. If you ship Kuukou with anyone, you could very well see some parallels...

[5] Literally "I'll beat up [everything] including the roulette board." Wordplay on rules (ruuru), ruler (ruuraa), and roulette (ruuretto)

[6] Literally "Terapii (therapy), terapii, terapii, tera (temple)-- Oh, the age of temples?" Wordplay/stupid joke

[7] I don't like how I worded this line, but I don't care enough to spend much more time fussing over it. Kuukou's making a joke that, as a monk, he delivers religious sermons 説法. However, in colloquial terms, a 説法 is a telling-off when someone does something undesirable. Kuukou, as a frequent doer of undesirable things, gets these from his dad constantly. Therefore, he's being like, "This isn't the LAME STUPID kind of 説法... this is the kind that ROCKS! *sick guitar riff*"

[8] These two lines seem like complete non sequiturs because they're paired together in Japanese for rhyming. (nami ga dekiru/nani ga mieru)

[9] I admit that I'm struggling to understand this line because the grammar is very irregular. Japanese Twitter is not being especially helpful here, as most Tweets featuring it are some version of "God, this damn song is stuck in my head."

[10] Literally "[Someone] changes the atmosphere/scene. The atmosphere/scene changes." See note 1

#hypmic translations #hypmic asks

[tired-biscuit]

can we get more cute naruto headcanons🥹

of course, love. i wasn't sure if you meant naruto - the character, or naruto - the show, so i just went along with the first option 'cause i've been feeling in a nart mood lately and he's been bouncing around my brain a lot, lol. hope you like it!!

also, i actually wrote a post about naruto headcanons a long while back and that one includes various characters. you can find it here if you wish to check it out.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fem!reader, mix of modern AU and canonverse // fluff so sweet it makes your teeth ache. naruto being a lovely friend/boyfriend/human being.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

every tiktok he finds at least mildly funny, he’ll send it to you. the 99+ notifs usually come from him and him alone, and if you don't open them fast enough and react to at least half of them, he spams you over text to ‘open the fuckin app!’

wears mismatched socks all the time. usually bright, vivid colours with funky designs that peek from underneath his jeans whenever he sits down. i'm thinking happy socks type of beat.

grows hot and sweaty in his sleep, but luckily for him you’re a loyal girlfriend, so you endure it all. yes, you stay put even as he drapes his heavy arm and leg over you every night and murmurs pure gibberish into the side of your neck.

holds your hand everywhere you go. it’s not even subtle, he intertwines his fingers with your own and holds on tight. strokes your knuckles, too, and thus turns you into putty as a result.

sometimes forgets you can’t hear him speak with kurama, so whenever he zones out so out of nowhere, it’s really funny. especially if it happens in a public place, like in the middle of the street or a grocery aisle; he looks like how the windows shutting down noise sounds.

texts his kisses with ‘mwah, mwah, mwah!!!!!!’

has the ugliest picture he’s ever taken of you set as his contact photo for you. whenever he loses his phone and he asks you to call him (it happens more often than you’d think) so that he can find it, you see the caller ID and get upset. he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

you definitely own matching onesies (yes, even as adults.)

his sneakers always look busted af.

doesn’t like going to the hairdresser’s, but he’s more than happy to sit patiently as you cut his hair at home.

covers his ice cream in sprinkles and chocolate syrup. the thing is a nightmare to eat, but he loves it.

is very clumsy whilst eating his food, he always ruins his shirt. it drives you insane because you have to clean him up like he’s a toddler.

he yanks the covers off of you when he feels like it’s time to get out of bed and tugs you by your ankle when you try to protest as a result.

definitely a morning person.

is willing to have chapstick applied only by kisses.

never carries a backpack, he stuffs everything he owns into his pockets and if it isn’t enough, he whines until you have to put the remainder of the stuff into your bag.

is unable to take you seriously when you’re pissed off. he just finds you too cute, it’s fucking infuriating.

loves hugging you from behind.

doesn’t know how to cook, but at least he tries to help you out.

insists on showering together all the time (he’s super gentle while washing your hair, bless him.)

if you have younger siblings, he gets along with them super well. he’ll play dolls with your baby sister and will beat your little brother at every game on the console.

can’t take a decent picture to save his life. whenever you ask him to take one of you, it always ends up blurry or with the tip of his finger in the shot.

kisses you goodnight no matter the hour.

i feel like he’d make you watch the entirety of one piece with him.

has trouble focusing, but he feels very calm whenever you’re around, with his hand in your own. it’s very sweet.

so, so, so clingy. and touchy, too.

he's definitely your friend first before he becomes your boyfriend.

super nosy. if you’re gossiping over the phone with a friend, he’ll drop everything to listen in.

loves you more than you love him. it’s just how he is.

#naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto fluff #naruto x y/n #naruto x you #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #biscuit drabbles

[buckysimp101]

Everything The Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Ten

Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, smoking, drinking, a lil bit of fluffy drunk bucky (you’ll see)

a/n: i. am. back! sorry for the wait for this chapter folks, it’s been an absolutely insane week but i have returned for an update! am i still dealing with a mild concussion? yup. did i want to put this chapter out as soon as i could though? also yes. don’t worry though, i’ve treated you to a 4k+ word chapter lol, hope y’all enjoy, if you wanna be added to the taglist just let me know!

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Bucky sat in the silence that followed your exit, stewing over the stipulations you gave him. You hadn’t asked for anything ridiculous, hadn’t requested something so far out of the limitations of the life you were stepping into. But he couldn’t help but just…stew.

First: “I want a contract. It might not be legally binding, because we can’t talk plainly about the reason we’re marrying, but it will be binding within the family. Nod if you agree.” 

What else could he do but nod. He’d never seen you take charge like this in the years he’d known you, but there was something that made him think he liked being bossed around a little. But something told him that it was only you he’d be willing to take directions from and Bucky Barnes hoped and prayed that one day he’d be able to achieve your forgiveness and test that theory.

Second: “I want separate rooms. I know I will have to move in with you for this to look legitimate, but I will not sleep in the same bed, let alone the same room as you.” 

That had made Bucky smirk a little. The fact that you’d thought hard about what a marriage to him would be like that you’d made a stipulation in your contract to stay as far away from his bed as possible. At the same time, Bucky had felt a pain in his chest as he realized he’d not be marrying you the way he once thought he would. Once upon a time, James Barnes had hopes to marry Y/N L/N in the most elaborate of ceremonies, proclaiming his love to the world. That dream had been dashed a decade ago, and mostly by his own hand; a realization he was seeing more clearly each and every day.

Third: “I will continue to work with Stark Industries. I will be allowed to visit Tony and Pepper whenever I want. I do not need to know what moves are being made between you and my…them. The less I know the better. I will not go down with any of you, even if I am married to you, if any of this ends up on the desk of the police commissioner, understood?”

He’d gotten cocky. His friends and family would probably say too cocky but at that moment he’d just responded with the first thing that popped into his head. 

“You think the police commissioner is so unattached from this world that he’d dare try to take us down?”

Cause that’s the way you make her want to fuckin marry you, dipshit, he thought to himself only seconds after speaking those words. One thing about Bucky Barnes? He was notorious for making shit worse.

Fourth: “You’re free to sleep with whoever you want. I will not ask you to…deny yourself. I just don’t want to know about it, do NOT bring anyone into our home. Not only would it be disrespecting your wife in front of everyone, it would bring the legitimacy of our marriage into question. Are we clear?”

That stipulation had given him pause. It was that stipulation that made the reality of a wedding between Bucky and you feel like more of a…well…reality. Bucky hadn’t thought once about what would happen after the two of you married. If you would ever be able to repair a friendship that he’d torn to shreds, and not done a great job fixing in recent times, or if you’d hate each other for the rest of your lives. You both were full grown adults with basic sexual needs. And right now, Bucky realized, if those needs were to be filled…they wouldn’t be with each other. Something that had Bucky grinding his teeth in anger. But again, he had merely nodded his agreement to your fourth stipulation.

Fifth: “On that note, I want you to know that I will not, and I want this to be oh so perfectly clear, I will NOT give the Barnes Family an heir.”

Oh the entire conversation that came with that condition had Bucky hot and cold at the same time. He was grinning like an idiot. A fucking idiot. At the fact that you’d thought about sleeping with him in some way in order to bring up this stipulation. Then as he decided to oh-so-stupidly point out that fact, the grin that had been growing on his lips was wiped away in an instant. You were correct. A million percent correct that he’d made a major life decision without you in the past. One that, if he’d been smarter at nineteen and used his resources, wouldn’t have the two of you fuming at each other from across the Barnes Family Dining Room Table. He hated that you thought he’d force you into giving him an heir. Hated that you thought he’d take that big of a life-changing decision out of your own hands. Hated all the steps he’d taken in his life that led you to having that level of distrust in him. While Bucky’s face showed anger, his stomach felt like it was lined with lead. He’d never felt more sick in his life. But he couldn’t tell you that. It was your final demand that tipped him over that edge.

Lastly: “Lastly, if Alexander and Liam both end up disappearing, I want out. I want a divorce. I want to go back to California. I never want to see you again.”

Hurt like he hadn’t known in a number of years flooded through him at your final words. But a part of Bucky knew that he had nobody to blame but himself. He also knew, that he wasn’t going to hold you into a contractual marriage longer than was necessary. It would kill you. Slowly. And he couldn’t do that to you. Not again. So, like he’d done to all your previous requisites, he nodded, grinding his teeth as hard as he could to stop himself from saying something that would bomb the whole agreement, and he watched you walk away in search of his parents and Tony.

Bucky knew he was a dumbass. He knew now just how stupid he’d been all those years ago. The fact that you had to approach him and his family, with a contract for marriage, to save your own life? It was proof that he’d done the opposite of protecting you. You. The one person in this world that he’d have killed for or been killed for once upon a time. You, the former light of his entire life. The person he was willing to share his entire empire with. He’d driven you away. He’d driven you right into the arms of the people who wanted nothing more than to use you. Hurt you. Force you to do something that would utterly transform you.

And the truth was…he wasn’t much better than them.

He’d made your decision for you all those years ago. And now James Buchanan Barnes was dealing with those consequences. Guilt swirled through his head and his heart as he continued to mull over the conversation that had taken place at the dining room table not long ago. He’d heard you speaking with his father about inviting a friend to the wedding and a promise from George in return to do his best. Bucky decided to take a breather, and a cigarette, on the balcony just outside the dining room, but apparently you’d had the same idea. Bucky hadn’t even been able to light his before the door was being tossed open and you were walking right past where he was sitting in the dark to the balcony’s edge. Seeing you encompassed by the light of the shining moon and the glittering lights of Manhattan had Bucky practically gasping for air. He knew you were beautiful. Always had been, always will be. A part of him was eager to make you his wife, until he remembered all the conditions that would come with it and that it was as fake of a marriage as Megan’s tits.

Fucking Megan Bucky had practically growled internally. She’d been blowing up his phone all week and after tonight there was no way he was going to be reaching out to her any time soon. Even though stipulation four stated he could sleep with whoever he wanted, Bucky had a feeling there was a little more emotion hidden under that. And he wasn’t quite ready to deal with it. He went to speak when he saw you pull out a cigarette and lighter, and a part of him wanted to laugh out loud at watching you indulge in the habit you’d given him such shit for over the years. But again, he was silenced. The vision of you smoking made Bucky feel like you were actively trying to inhale all the stress and anger and then blow it all away. But he knew he couldn’t sit in silence like a creeper anymore and just watch you, so he cleared his throat and spoke. He knew he sounded like a tool. A fucking prick. But for some reason, Bucky still spoke to you as if he wanted nothing to do with you. The opposite was true. Bucky Barnes was willing to learn everything about you, all your nuances, all your changes, all your interests all over again. But his fucking mouth just didn’t know when to stop. And the next time he spoke, more stupidity fell out. 

“You know Y/N, you never asked if I had any stipulations. I think it’s time we talked.”

StupidstupidstupidfuckingSTUPID. Oh my god you sound like a goddamn ASSHOLE!  His inner monologue was raging and it took all his might not to outwardly cringe at the way his words sounded. One look at you and Bucky could practically feel the heat of your anger bubbling under the surface of your skin. Bucky scrambled looking for a way to course correct the things he’d just said to you and then he paused. Realization took over. Realization that he was acting this way to try and protect you. And that maybe if you hated him. And continued to hate him throughout the course of this scam of a marriage. Then maybe you’d be able to do what you wanted after Liam and Alexander were disposed of. You’d be able to leave. Live your own life. Love who you wanted. Even if that meant it wasn’t him. So Bucky Barnes did what he does best. He continued to act like an asshole. And began listing his own “stipulations," i.e. whatever he could say that may drive the nail into the coffin that forces her to leave him eventually.

“Well firstly, there’s the expectation that you be the best little mafia wife in existence,” he drawled, watching the anger that was simmering under the surface bubble over fully onto your face before continuing, “and that means speaking when spoken to, not getting involved in the Family business without consulting me first. It means being respectful of the organization you find yourself a part of now. You come to me when you have a problem with me, not my father, not my mother, not Tony Fucking Stark. Me. Clear?”

You had to be grinding your teeth just as much as he’d been during the announcement of your conditions but you cleared your throat and answered nonetheless, “As glass, Barnes.” You looked at him pointedly, one eyebrow raised waiting for him to continue and that’s what spurred Bucky on. He didn’t have nearly as many demands as you’d had, partially because he wasn’t convinced that you were ever going to show up at his parents house in the first place so he didn’t have time to prepare. 

“Finally, and yes there are only two stipulations here as opposed to the entire table of contents you pulled on me back there. Finally, I don’t expect you to sleep with anyone. The only person you can have is me while we are married. Sleeping with another man, no matter how well you think you can hide it, would bring dishonor on the entire organization. That means no flirting with my men or any random ones you might see throughout our marriage. No sex, in our home or outside it. I expect you to uphold these conditions and I will do the same for yours. I hope that we are understood.” 

His final stipulations were spoken with a clipped tone as Bucky attempted to distance himself by pissing you off. He didn’t wait for you to respond verbally, you offered a nod of your head and that was enough for him. Bucky put out his cigarette and disappeared back inside the Barnes family home, finding his parents and Tony Stark eagerly waiting one of them to come back inside. Bucky made eye contact with his father who was looking at his son curiously, trying to get a read on the energy that Bucky was emitting. They stared in silence for a moment before George spoke.

“You are dismissed. She’s moving in tomorrow morning. Don’t be late.”

It was enough of a dismissal that Bucky gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek and disappeared into the night, walking aimlessly towards The Underworld. The walk towards The Underworld allowed Bucky space and time to think about how much of an absolute idiot he’d been. Not just tonight but ten years ago. He thought about how he should’ve gone to his parents immediately after speaking to yours instead of making decisions on his own. He should’ve told Sam and Natasha the truth instead of leaving them in the dark. He should’ve talked to you. But nineteen year old Bucky hadn’t thought of that. What he’d thought of was the fact that his family had lost Ivan Romanoff very recently in a dirty fight with Pierce’s family. He’d thought about the fact that he was going to be the next boss one day and that his decisions would be law at that point so there was no use second guessing himself. He’d thought he was protecting you. By leaving you alone. By giving your parents no reason to not trust you, to allow them to send you to California by yourself. He’d thought he was protecting his own heart by leaving you, because if he broke your heart before you broke his with the betrayal he thought you might be involved in, then it would all be okay in the end.

Twenty-nine year old Bucky didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. He had no reason to be an asshole to you after discovering that you’d been hidden away from your parents plans your whole life. After he’d found out that you had done nothing to lose his trust and it was his fault that your relationship had fallen apart. He’d been a dick who couldn’t even apologize correctly because a) he’d pissed you off with every word he’d spoken recently, and b) he’d done nothing that would prove to you that he was truly sorry. And that? That’s what put him in the VIP section of The Underworld, nursing one of Clint’s Painkillers as his insides rumbled their discontent at his behavior, and listened to Nathasha lay into him. 

The day after the impromptu meeting at his family’s headquarters, Bucky had agreed to meet with Natasha and Sam separately to talk to them about what had happened, and to apologize for lying by omission. That night Natasha had told him that he was a ‘fucking idiot who obviously doesn’t deserve jackshit in this world and if she ever fucking chooses you then you better grovel like hell.’ She was right. And they both knew it. And tonight was much of the same.

“Her stipulations were smart as fuck and well-grounded and you know it, Barnes. If you ever want to get in her good fucking graces then you need to stop opening your mouth obviously. Especially when every other word is not you, it’s this cocky man-child who doesn’t know when to shut his goddamn mouth!” Natasha’s face was almost as red as her hair as she hissed at Bucky who was now practically lolling on the secure section’s couch, his black leather jacket that he’d thrown off the second he walked through the curtain, hanging off the arm of the couch. 

“I know they were smart, Romanoff. She’s always been smart. She’s a fucking lawyer. She’s the best goddamn person I have ever met in this world but every time I’m around her I turn into a fucking cave man. It’s like I can’t help but make her angry,” Bucky groaned as he finished his drink and gestured at Natasha to get him another one. She stared at him before he opened one eye and pouted, hoping the puppy dog look would get her to fetch him more booze. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the drink from his hand, grumbling the entire way to the bar and back.

“Thank you, Nat,” Bucky whispered as she sat the drink a little harshly onto the table in front of him, part of the drink sloshing over the sides. Her face softened just a bit at the softness of Bucky’s voice before she was correcting it and looking down at him once more.

“You need to slow down there, Barnes. You know what Barton’s Painkillers do to Steve, don’t think that you’re immune to the effects of large amounts of alcohol just because you’ve realized you’re a dumbass.”

Her bluntness made Bucky almost choke on his drink. His moment coughing on the drink brought a grin to Natasha’s lips as she sat down next to him. As he continued chugging, she studied him before Bucky spoke again.

“I don’t know what to do, Nat. I’ve been a fucking idiot. She’s been thrown into this world that she probably never wanted to be a part of. She can’t trust her parents, her old friends deserted her,” a throat clearing from Nat and a sharp pointed look made Bucky reword his statement, “because I made them, and her only true friend that isn’t mixed up in all of this lives across the country. She deserves the entire world to be laid at her feet. She deserves more than to be a glorified trophy wife. And she deserves more than to be stuck with me.”

A beat of silence. Another. And another. Until a sharp giggle cut through the tension, a sound Bucky hadn’t heard in at least a decade. His head whipped up to look at Natasha, to find her face red yet again, but this time it wasn’t because she was angry.

“Oh. My. God. You. Are. Fucked.” Natasha giggled as she threw her head back. “You’re so fucking fucked. Because you, my big idiot of a friend, are still in love with her. I don’t think you’ll be able to convince me that you ever stopped loving her.” Natasha’s giggles had turned into flat out laughter now as she held her stomach and continued laughing. But all Bucky could do was groan louder and finish his drink.

Because Natasha Romanoff. Was 100% correct. And they both knew it. But before Bucky had the chance to really sit on that realization, he could hear a specific voice loud and clear from across the club. Megan.

Natasha looked at him, wide eyed and waiting for him to do something he’d regret, and for once in his life he made a smart decision. Bucky tipped his head to his friend, whispered a ‘thank you, Nat. For everything,’ and snuck out the back entrance of the club to walk as quickly as he could back to his penthouse in hopes of avoiding Megan.

Natasha was right. Clint’s Painkillers were known as the strongest drinks on the island, why Bucky thought he could down them like they were water was a mystery as he practically stumbled through his apartment door. He would’ve walked straight to his bedroom if he wasn’t tripped up by a ball of white fluff scampering to the doorway. Bucky looked down to see Alpine chirping at his feet, extending her front paws to press against Bucky’s lower leg. Bucky bent down to pick up the small cat and cuddle her close.

“Alp, what did I say about running to the door when it opens? You gotta be careful, someone’s gonna trip and fall one day,” he cooed as Alpine merely mewed lightly and nuzzled into his arms. He remembered the day he brought Alpine home four years ago. Just a little kitten, covered in dirt after being found in the alleyway behind The Underworld by Thor.  Eventually, Bucky had grabbed her and brought her home with him. He’d wanted a pet for a while. But the little white kitten had reminded him of the dream you’d told him about long ago. A dream of a family, a white kitten, a yard for children to play in. Everything you’d wanted that Bucky could never give you. Bucky shook himself out of his drunken memories and looked down at Alpine, who in turn was gazing back at him.

“We’re gonna have a new friend moving in here tomorrow, so there will be a lot of feet to step on your tail, or for you to trip. So I’ll have to put you up for most of the day, is that okay?” Alpine chirped in response so Bucky nodded and continued, “Our new guest is very nice, Alpine. She’s so beautiful. And smart. Hell she’s the reason I brought you home in the first place,” he huffed out a laugh as he put Alpine down and began walking to his bedroom before settling on his bed, still in his clothes, before adding, “just be careful not to mess up her stuff or trip her and I’m sure she’ll like you…and vice versa. Believe me, it’s ridiculously hard to hate her,” Bucky’s voice faded as he fell into the mattress and passed out. Clint Barton’s Painkillers were, in fact, too much.

So much so that he almost missed his alarm the next morning. Almost. Because Alpine was there swatting his nose making sure she was fed her breakfast. Bucky’s head was pounding and he was not looking forward to all the noise that would be engulfing his apartment soon enough. He’d chugged water and Tylenol just after eating breakfast and made sure that the opposite side of his home was guest ready before putting Alpine up for the day.

Chaos. Utter chaos. That’s what moving another person’s belongings into an already lived in apartment was like. It felt like everyone had shown up to help, Tony, Pepper, Steve, Sam, Nat, George and Winnie. When Nat had walked through the door she’d given Bucky a sharp look before tossing him a pouch of Liquid IV to get through the day. He silently thanked her with a nod as everyone began bringing things up. You and Bucky ignored each other. It was fairly simple to do when you’ve practically got an entire basketball team worth of people helping. Bucky noticed Natasha hovering around you slightly, offering to help more directly  than Steve or Sam, who were hanging back a bit. Bucky swore his heart was growing wings when you allowed Nat to help with a small grin on your lips. It wasn’t much. Everyone knew that. But Natasha’s responding smile was enough to make Bucky happy that maybe one good thing could come out of this arrangement. Maybe you’d be able to reconnect with your old friends. 

As the move finished and people left, things grew more tense between the two of you as it became increasingly difficult to not be around each other. When it was finally just the Barnes family and you left, much to Tony Stark’s annoyance, Bucky could feel the tension settling around his apartment like a fog. His father looked like he wanted to say something but Bucky held his hand out asking him to wait. Without waiting for a response, Bucky went to the room Alpine had been left in and opened the door, giving the cat the ability to move as she pleased, before returning to his family. You looked at him questioningly, one eyebrow raised, but Bucky just turned towards his father and gestured for him to continue. 

 “Now that you’re moved in, there are just a couple things we need to talk about regarding this marriage. The first thing is, it will be taking place in a month from now.”

You and Bucky both inhaled quickly, looking at each other briefly before turning your attention back to George who had been studying your reactions before continuing.

“Y/N, I am going to try my best to get your friend here in time for the wedding so long as it is safe for her. You told me she and her husband have young twins and I would not want to endanger their family.”

You nodded in response to George before quietly speaking, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

George nodded but Bucky noted the solemn look on his face, “don’t thank my quite yet, sweet girl. There’s still one more thing we need to talk about. Call it…my stipulation. I know for a fact that you and my son both have talked about what you expect from this marriage and how you will ensure that, but I need to make my singular demand known.”

You both sat there, silently waiting for George to address the only condition he had for the marriage. Bucky watched his father’s gaze land on Winnifred, then you, and finally he felt his father’s gaze land on him. George took a breath before speaking again.

“I need you two to make this as public and as real as possible. That means you need to seem like you like each other. I’m not going to tell you the level of intimacy you should engage in in public, that is not my place, but is imperative that Y/N’s parents and the Pierce’s believe that you two are irrevocably in love with each other. And not like Y/N is only doing this for her safety and the protection that we can offer. You need to convince them.” He paused as Bucky’s breath got stuck in his throat. Bucky felt frozen to his seat and he was sure you felt the same way, he had to stare hard to make sure that you were still breathing. George waited another moment, making sure the two of you understood just how serious he was before finishing.

“I know this will be hard after everything that has come to light recently, but you need to act like you’re the sixteen and seventeen year olds that fell in love, once upon a time, all over again.” 

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Anonymous asked:

Do you watch other adult swim cartons like moral orel or the venture bros?

Not really, sorry :( Nothing against these shows, I guess we just don’t gravitate towards them. Venture Bros was recommended to us though.

Anonymous asked:

"Nooo Ortho wanted to slurp this one" not a problem at all, i don't mind sharing uwu uhuhuhuh sorry for cursing the askbox so soon too XDDD i couldn't help it

Ah it’s so nice when people share… uwu

No worries btw, every single thing in this blog is cursed one way or another, so it really fits xD

Anonymous asked:

No bc the way your fem idia is just insanely body goals

Omg Anon, thank you?? I don’t think if she should be body goals though, she’s kind of too skinny for her height… she just has a high metabolism genetically I guess, I’m pretty sure any other means of achieving her appearance would be unhealthy...

Anonymous asked:

I never thought about ADeuce in the future, but the idea of them being together without really committing to a relationship makes a lot of sense.

I imagine a similar scenario for Ruggie/Leona. They wouldn't even see eachother that frequently, but they still keep in touch and hook up whenever they do meet. They are not just keeping this up because it's beneficial to them, they actually seem to enjoy eachother's company. It's not anything close to dating, and they would never call it love, but I feel like that's the highest level of commitment you can get from either of them. Also Ruggie would probably spend a lot of time working, leaving the Sunset Savanna quite often. If he sees a chance to bag some extra cash he is not going to let a little distance stop him! Meanwhile Leona is just hanging around the royal court. Has he given up on his plan to help the poor people of his country or is he cooking something? Honestly not even Ruggie knows...

(this is related to the 6th reply from this post)

ADeuce really are a bit annoying like that, but I love them for it. Everyone knows you want to be together, guys. You’re just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, because you’re too afraid the other party is going to ridicule you for expressing your feelings that both of you are already aware of, because you’ve been sleeping together for years, COME! ON!

Also everything you said about Ruggie/Leona makes sense! Ruggie is too busy and focused on his job(s) to start a family, and Leona is either plotting something or just doing nothing being unmotivated… so whenever they have an opportunity to do so, hooking up sounds logical: why not? It’s definitely not love and not a romantic relationship, but it is a relationship nonetheless… a mutually beneficial one, but also a surprisingly “comfortable” one because both of them are so used to this dynamic that doesn’t require any emotional effort. They’re surprisingly on the same page.

Anonymous asked:

i might have written an OC spanking Riddle once :eyes: usually i just see characters and readers or OCs being spanked by Riddle, but he would be so cute being spanked! teary eyed, confused and flustered, his ass clearly needs attention

(this is related to the 2nd reply from this post)

I know right? For some reason it just works. Maybe it’s because of his backstory and him being so very serious but also so immature, but if you imagine a spanking scenario with Riddle, it’s like… he belongs there lol

Anonymous asked:

About how young was Silver when he and Lilia first started fuckin 🤔 honestly I'm super interested in what those early days would have looked like, and how their first few times would go

Honestly, it depends on whatever route you want to take for any specific post/art/comic/etc, and I feel like with us it’s always a very vague and implied “kind of young”.

We explain it with Lilia having uhh alternative views on parenting, it’s like a mix of him being a fae (turns out, this doesn’t excuse him 😔), him not knowing how children work and him adoring Silver way too much and having too much fun with him. He’s not the best person lol So yeah, Silver was probably way too young to figure out what’s going on, but also this whole thing was a “norm” to him, because it also happened very gradually: the goodnight kisses became more mature, the way they cuddle changed; and with Silver absolutely adoring Lilia, trusting him so much and believing that Lilia only wants what’s best for him, he never had a problem with any of it. Even the first times weren’t too much of a shock to him, especially since Silver considered it to be some special type of training that he really wanted to get good at as soon as possible.

The Zigvolts would’ve been terrified if they found out…….

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[brandnewhuman]

lol hi again!! again i absolutely love ur writing it makes me very happy hehehe i was wondering if you could do a HC of og michael and/or peepaw myers with an s/o that talks in their sleep!!! whenever i have a sleepover i’m always told i talk a lot when i’m sleeping 💔😅 i’m wondering how he would take it 🤔🤔

MICHAEL MYERS

WHEN HIS S/O TALKS

IN THEIR SLEEP

CONTENT;

og Michael Myers - Peepaw Michael Myers

Tw: Michael. Just- him and his mean ass attitude

A/N: hiiiiii! Thank you so so much for the request. I love when people ask for this type of "every day" things specially if I can use it to bully this stinky stabby man. I love him and I want to fight him at the same time. Anyhow, enjoy^^

OG MICHAEL:

Is there something that doesn't end in you fighting for your life with this man? Probably no, yeah no. 

In his defence you kept calling him in your sleep and talking smack at the ungodly hour of 3am

He was still awake but mentally he was resting and you were being mad DISRESPECTFUL 

When you said his name the first time he just assumed you were talking to him

He should've notice you weren't since you weren't even looking at him but he is a himbo, an aggressive one but a himbo nonetheless 

He snapped his head towards you to listen for what you were saying

And there you were, talking about THE Michael Myers like that 

My man was flabbergasted 

Then everything you were saying started to make less and less sense and that's when he realised you were sleep talking

That doesn't mean you don't deserve to be punished for your offence

How dares your subconscious, THE AUDACITY OF YOUR SLEEPING BRAIN 

he's gonna smack your face with a pillow so hard that it should be considered murder attempt 

AND SINCE THIS FUCKIN BITCH THINKS HE'S SO HILARIOUS AS SOON AS YOU WAKE UP HE PRETENDS TO BE ASLEEP 

no fucking shame, no remorse no nothing

He chose violence everyday of his life, what makes you think he's not gonna take the same option with you

If you're one of those people who spills your own secrets while sleeping then he's not gonna stop your talking. 

If it's something embarrassing he will mess with you by making you think he knows about it 

Like doing things that have obviously something to do with your secret but at soon as you ask him about it he acts like he knows nothing

Bro is having the time of his life 

If it's something personal or something that is worrying you ecc he's gonna use the information to subtly help you about it

Maybe you're stressed about something so the next day he starts to be surprisingly helpful and less harsh with you

Or if it's someone the problem that someone is not gonna be alive when you wake up 

PEEPAW MYERS:

I think that for peepaw to notice you talking in your sleep should be one of those rare nights he comes back after you've gone to sleep

Otherwise he's sleeping too 

And guess what guess what 

HE TALKS IN HIS SLEEP TOO 

Sometimes is something serious other times is just mumbling or saying your name

You two are really out there having whole ass conversations without even knowing 

The reason for him to be sleep talking is because when he's around you he doesn't feel that need to be always on edge about everything. He like really relaxes and allows himself to rest properly 

That's how much he trusts you 

If you catch it don't tell him anything cause he would either stop sleeping, sleep somewhere else or both

If he finds out you sleep talk he will probably stay up to listen what you're saying

Unlike his younger self  peepaw is not necessarily going to be mean to you if you're talking about him

He might find it amusing. The fact that even when you're asleep his in your mind 24/7 is just something that makes him feel really great for some reason

If there's anything you say that has to do with things your worried about or something that is making you restless he might just like hold your hand or hold you close to make you feel better

Next morning he's going to ask you about it. Unlike og mikey, peepaw is not going to be subtle at all and if something is upsetting you he wants to know it

If it's some embarrassing shit you're going to get a lot of amused stares and you could swear you can see a small 🤏🏻 (this small) smirk

You can actually get to know a lot of Michael by listen to what he says while he's asleep

Unfortunately the most serious stuff is like really sad 

He be ruining the vibes with his sad old man talk bro 

Maybe he talks about loomis, on rare occasions he says something about his sisters 

If you don't feel comfortable invading like that his privacy just wake him up

If you do wake him up you can either tell him that he was talking or just find some excuse

If you do tell him he was sleep talking, and you want to prevent him distancing himself, just tell him he was saying something personal and you didn't want to overstep his boundaries 

He's gonna appreciate that so so much and he will find a way to show you how much that means to him

If you want to be bad and do crime just listen to it i guess? Obv don't mention any of it or you could end up well…not dead but close

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[kedreeva]

The 'secondary toddler stage' metaphor actually helped a lot, thank you! I've never thought about it that way before. Whenever my mind goes "oh so the suffering is endless" i correct myself to realize that I've grown out of crying daily before so i can do it again lol

Well that's good to hear it helped! I was a little worried about that phrasing because I didn't want to sound like I was calling anyone an actual toddler, just that it's a similar phase of learning due to the intensity, so I'm glad it came off well.

I've personally come to enjoy the method of "I will feel my emotions for X time without reservation, including crying, but then I am gonna pick myself up and keep going" for dealing with The Suffering Is Endless. Also good for The Rage Is Endless. Whatever emotional tantrum it is having, I let my brain have a little of it, as a treat, and then we got shit to do still. Stories to write, birds to feed, mice to tend, gifs to make, showers to take, sleep to get. Dishes, there's always fuckin' dishes to do. I'm not repressing emotions in this chili's tonight but I've got a To Do list that’s gonna get To Done.

#asks #anon asks #mental health

[imagine-darksiders]

I'm now realizing I don't think I actually ever commented on your fics, but I also am Lazy and don't want to go and comment on every chapter of each of your fics [today. I'll do it someday, but I am small and tired today.], so imma just do one big rant. Fics in order of as I remember it lol

Old Timer: I read this fic a while after reading Displaced, and it's what kicked me into reading all your stories lol. The whole concept is so interesting, and I love how you portray Eidard and the other Makers. [Also bear supremacy thank you for your service.]

Displaced: This is the fic that introduced me to you. I had No Fucking Clue what Darksiders was, but I loved your story so much that I kept looking into it and ended up buying the game when I happened to see Strife on a cover a few months later. I love this fic sm. It hits all the perfect spots and I kept thinking about what would happen after the fic, even now.

Exposure Therapy: This one's solidly up there as one of my favorites. The tension you build in it is immaculate, and it feels so grounded. Like, yes! This is a city and people recovering from a world-altering apocalypse! Every bit of this fic is amazing, but the scene where Y/n overcomes her fear to be kind and extend her friendship to Strife is just,, perfect. [IT DELETED THIS AND I HAD A WHOLE THING IM PISSED. >:(]

Hollow: This fic was so cute and so sweet that I physically couldn't stop reading. The dialouge felt so natural but also comfortable, in a way. And as someone who works with kids, yeah the kid was Fuckin Cute. And them leaving was so bittersweet and I loved it.

Haven: AAAAHHH THIS ONE. THIS ONE MADE ME AN ULTHANE SIMP. Every moment of this fic is just,, MWAH. The beginning feels so horrifying, and I legit was terrified for the kids, even if I knew you wouldn't kill them off like that. I actually ended up taking the extra safety course at my work because of this fic, I kept thinking about all the kids that come through, and kept linking it back to that scenario. Ulthane is,, the Best in this fic istg. From protecting them on the way to the tree, to fixing the glasses, just,,, WAAHHH I LOVE HIM

A Mortals Coil: Ok, I didn't feel good after this one, but in a good way. The scenario is perfectly grounded, and even though I knew it was coming, I choked up a little when the kid finally died. The grief, the desperation, and even the anger was so wonderfully conveyed that I had to go read fluff fics so I could sleep without feeling that weight on my chest. Just, fucking kudos on that one.

Guardian: I desperately need to reread this one, but I remember loving all the character dynamics and fluff, and tension at the climax when I first read it. May not remember details, but I get a fuzzy happy feeling whenever I think about it, so it must be good lol

On The Ropes: FUUCKKKK WHERE DO I BEGIN. EVERY. FUCKING. SCENE. OF THIS FIC. IS. GODLY.

I genuinely squeal like a little kid getting a Mega Sundae and a puppy whenever I see this update. The tension when they first meet, the slow acceptance, the Holy Shit Friendship??, everything. I love their first meeting, and how strong y/n is for holding their ground, but also how sweet the scene where he let's her clean him up is. And these past few chapters had me SCREAMING to my siblings about it. Every character, every moment, every SCENE feels simultaneously so amazing and beautiful, yet somehow perfectly grounded in reality. Whenever I read it, I feel like I'm going to get a news article on whatever happened that chapter. It's just,, AMAZING.

Finally, Edens Heir: I HAVENT READ IT YET BUT HOLY FUCK YOU POSTED IT ON MY BIRTHDAY THANK YOU I GUESS IM SO HYPED TO READ IT.

Dude, you just made me go back and re-read most of these, and I wrote them! I can't believe someone would like them that much! Thank you so much for commenting about all of them, omg!! <3

[excelsior9173]

thanks for the tag @foxgloveinspace !!

ten songs i’ve been enjoying lately

(i’m so sorry i can’t just give songs i’m gonna explain a bit for each one too 😅)

been on a big incubus kick for about a month now, the bass in this song is so good and makes my day

nickelback haters can fuck off i love this band so much. and this song has some fantastic structure and some insane runs towards the end

you know i gotta get my baby in here! this song is always in rotation for me, it’s so perfect

still cry to this one whenever it comes on in the car lol. it’s just so good and hits so hard for me

i fuckin love korn they’re so goddamned weird it’s amazing. this song is a bop

okay… listen. i know the singer is a piece of shit, he’s been charged and is getting the justice he deserves. i grew up on this band and so much of their music means so much to me i can’t just drop it, y’know? i usually hide that i still listen but this album jumped back in my head and it’s been on repeat for the last week. this song in particular is just so good. separate art from artist right?

i love love love moist! 1- they’re canadian 2- what a voice! he’s got such a neat tone and cry

recently heard this song for the first time and holy shit? incredibly impressive vocals

i have been loving this band for just over a year now and this song omg. i love the overall sound of it, it’s got this dark, sensual vibe going on. the vocals are incredible and it’s so sexy in such a dark way

wrapping this up with incubus again. i’ve loved this song for years but it’s recently cropped up in my playlist again and- masterpiece. this might be one of their best songs

(not adding any tags but this was fun! anyone who sees this that wants to do it consider yourself tagged!)

#sleep token #incubus #bad omens #hedley #moist #teddy swims #nickelback #shinedown #korn #song tag game #tag game #Spotify

[starry-skies-116]

FUCK IT, NEW PINNED POST THIS TIME!!:

Okay, once again, from the top- top of the mornin' to ya! My humblest and sincerest greetings to all mortals, dragons, demons, spirits, celestial beings and all in between and many more!

I’m your local multifandom enthusiast, I go by the name Starr (Katya and Starry are also fine too)! I’m just your regular Lawful Neutral INFJ Pisces South Indian teen!

I’m a bi-oriented aroace and intersex, and I am genderfluid/nonbinary! Presentation changes from time to time but I really want an undercut tbh. Sexuality is aceflux/abrosexual, while I'm aegoromantic- on that note, I'm still kinda sad that sex-ed in schools isn't LGBTQIA+ friendly yet.

I also have very few but very loving and wonderful IRL friends! Usual pronouns change between she/her, they/them/ he/him and it/its, (blame my conservative neighborhood culture kekw); I am a neopronouns user too!

Also please use tone-tags around me, this user's can't tell a joke from a serious statement a lot of times-

Personality: Hopeless idealist, wants deep companionship, feels lonely and ignored from time to time but that’s aight, life do be like that sometimes though. Sappy poet and writer lol-

I do program and write and draw, but half the time whenever I program I just wrestle with the computer lmfao (ESPECIALLY the standard library like tf)-

DNI: Transphobes, Truscum, Transmeds, TERFS, ableists, anti-cluster B/believe in n@rc abuse, racist, aphobes, homophobes, queerphobes, xenophobic, gender-critical, bigots, LGBTQIA+ exclusionists, thinspo/pro ED, bullies, NSFW/K!nk, anti-agere/agedre, Pro-DDLG and all its variants, P3d0ph!l3s, N@z!s, really anything that makes me feel uncomfortable- just come on here and you're welcome as long as you're not being an ass. (and don't make fun of me for having a DNI, it really isn't that hard to spare me the trouble of blocking you and just... not interact).

Actually REALLY high empathy by modern standards, just figured out I have to turn the tap off a lot because the suffering of other people affects me deeply!

I stim alot irl (playing with hair, foot/leg spazzing out restlessly, vocal echolalia/mimicking choirs, rocking back and forth but never adjusting position, chewing gum a tad too aggressively if I have any- if not then grinding teeth way too much, etc.)

I'm diagnosed with depression and ADHD, and have a lot of symptoms of autism and dyscalculia (because of how genuinely chaotic and dysfunctional I can be at times tbh). I also do descend into major depressive episodes from time to time, though I don't know how to recognize if they're just sensory overloads, meltdowns, brain fog episodes or just bad brain days/symptom days in general.

This bitch has PCOS, anxious intrusive thoughts daily tormenting them, and ass-tier gastrointestinal health™, thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Multiple fandoms and hyperfixations, including but not limited to:

ROTTMNT, FNAF, Poppy Playtime, Fire Emblem, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Demon Slayer/KNY, TMNT, Stranger Things, Star Wars, OMORI, Transformers, Pacific Rim, The Owl House, Zelda, and much more!! Sorry if you're here for any one of these specific fandoms, I tend to aggressively post about my current hyperfixation depending on it lmao-

Additional facts: Kind of a glutton when it comes to food, introvert asf on top of being autistic (doesn’t know how to do human social things), has way too many hobbies/things I find interesting to count! Absolutely fuckin HATES dresses and the unnecessary, excessive femininity of periods (especially when they worsen my gastric issues and give me stool problems)! I DO also age-regress and age-dream from time to time!

I like sweets, rice, potatoes, Middle Eastern and Indian Cuisine (ja I'm primarily South Asian and from a Hindu Telugu family tho) trying different cuisines, dogs (have one, he's named Bruno and he’s a little baby I love him sm), butterflies, sleeping, plushies, space, dragons, fantasy, writing, reading good books, hydrangeas and jasmine flowers, drawing/painting, numbers, napping in the sun/underneath the stars, stargazing, etc.

I strongly dislike spiders, too-spicy food, tofu when it’s cooked wrong, cooking (because I’m a fuckin disaster at it), bigoted people, strong smells and bright lights, difficult people, being bored, y’know, the works.

Aesthetics change from time to time but I love wierdcore, dreamcore, 80’s core, nostalgiacore, fantasycore, faecore, dragoncore, cybercore, kidcore, spacecore, liminalcore, etc.

Will update this Pinned Post from time to time as time goes on and my fluid identity changes, but for now, I’ll keep being me and I hope to get along well with everyone here!

[spicyicymeloncat]

Crystalised part 2 ep 23, 24, 25, 26 spoilers

Yeah I put them all in one post lol

Ep 23

Again, using minecraft logic

Antonia’s “I fished out the last one it’s your turn” lol wow, she makes it seem like this happens often

Antonia did the “if I had a nickel” meme

Oh frick Nya survived?? Also no legs for Nya??

Ofc casual sexism from the mechanic. She has a name!

Okay Jay didn’t crash!! Hell yeah Jay saving Nya for once!

The mechanic is anti jaya also that was such a sick line jay

Okay her fuckin legs are fine now ig

Also Nya’s gonna become water again :(

I think it’s weird that the Crystal warriors can pass out tho

Again city that never sleeps. Paperboys still gonna do their thing amidst a freaking war

Wu: I can’t do child soldiers

Nelson, pointing at the ninja: wtf are these then???

BENTHO IS COMING BACK :D

HELL YEAH LET NINJAGO CITY FIGHT BACK FOR ONCE

Oh gosh that was sick

ep 24

OH MAN THE THUMBNAIL

Lloyd rlly said frick you man

EXCUSE ME POLICE BUT WTF ARE UR PRIORITIES?? THE MAYOR IS GONE NOW WHAT LAW ARE U EVEN USING

NOOO NOT THE SERPENTINE :[ that’s so sadddd

Lloyd really blew his mind there

MISAKO FINALLY CAME BACK FOR A SEASON

I feel like the prophecy guy was brought up before but idk how to spell his name lol

PIXAL MY BELOVED I LOVE HER SO MUCH

Man zane is on the fritz

Oh god he has no limbs man that’s kinda fcuked up man jeez.

However the the ice emperor schtick is kinda funny

Oh my god he’s in a rucksack

OH MY FUCKING GOD ICE EMPEROR IS ONLY BACK FOR COMEDY not what I was expecting but I’ll take it

Hell yeah Ronin! Pixal and Ronin team up will be interesting

Omg the other sog who basically got completely rejected by Harumi this time round. Rip Pixal everyone is evil even her boyfriend

Hell yeah Ronin!! Trying to actually break out of the cycle

Also freaking Zane kicking ronin with his foot

Zane: vex? Vex! Wtf is vex when you need him

Ofc Cyrus didn’t even know

Ep 25

it’s the lava episode :)

Aww man Cole really hit his head

Okay even if I’m not a Kailor shopper I support skylor calling Kai hot shot

Ig this episode really will say which ship is canon

Freaking pythor. I love him

I guess Harumi is looking for lloyd

I would just like to remind people I coined Embershipping for the Kai/skylor/cole ship

ITS JAKE

I’m literally gonna start crying about Garmadon. Mans has half of his emotions but in the ways he’s expressing them, he’s sad about how Lloyd doesn’t accept the Oni heritage that he himself has and how christofern is a weird confused metaphor for Lloyd :((((

Gayle and vinny xxxx

God clutch literally has Nadakhan still oh my god

Okay this door must be a Chekhov’s gun bc they’re so gonna answer a knock that isn’t the paper boys

26

OH NO I DO NOT LIKE THIS EPISODE TITLE

Okay so I assume the romance is gonna get cleared up in this ep. We see the harbour so we know jaya is a thing. We’re looking at Kailor at the start. And like. Pixane… I’m gonna cry

Okay thank god we’re addressing the problems with them right here and now. I’ll hate the ship significantly less if they do this right.

Okay that’s fair

(I’m still a lava shipper tho)

No I refuse any couple shit from wusako no thanks

FreKing Garmadon. He’s like my baby brother whenever someone is on the phone

RACER SEVEN OH I LOVE HER SLSO

OR LIKE BLAZEY is it blazey? H SPEED. I love her

Oh my gosh. I hope Rarlkove integrates Pixal into the long con snake jaguar au

UV just 👉👈 at pixal

:(((( Zane. Has borg tried turning him off and ok again? Putting him in a bag of rice? Giving him a few thumps on the back? What if we just say “protect those who can’t protect themselves” that worked in s11

THEY LET BLAZEY KEEP A PRIME EMPIRE GUN??

ZANE YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS HOW MANY FUNERALS DO YOU WANT MAN

WHAT THE FUCK THE PIXANE KISS

ZANE IM GOING TO DISMANTLE YOU MYSELF YOU SLEEPING BEAUTY FUCK

PIXAL SQUEALING

FUGIDOVE IS EVERYONE

THE SAM X SUIT LOOKS COOL

Okay barely any jaya and I look forward to draw Zane’s fucked up face but like JEEZ MAN HE DONE DID IT AGAIN ITS LIKE HE SAID NINJA NEVER QUIT… DYING

At least that’s a good place to stop

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Ninjago crystalized #ninjago crystalized spoilers #reaction

[tired-biscuit]

How would the Naruto idiot friend group survive or how long they’d last during no nut november I wonder 🤔💭

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i actually have a moot that did a similar kind of post, here's the link. it was a really fun read, so check it out if you feel like it!!

i know it's not a group of idiots necessarily, but i chose kiba and naruto simply because i think they have the most potential to share custody of a single brain cell (and because they're my faves, lol.) it's all under the cut, because it's obv nsfw.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just two horny morons suffering because of NNN 🧡 fem!reader, 18+ mdni

𝘄𝗰: 900+ words

𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔

Fails.

Don’t get me wrong, the man is determined to last – and is loud about it, too – but as soon as it comes to actually committing to NNN, Kiba is all bark and no bite. He lasts not even two full days before his hand winds up in his pants, which, if you take his sky-high libido into consideration, is pretty good actually.

His ego makes him act all smug and proud the first night; he’s messing around in the group chat, talking about how good that first nut on the 1st of December is going to feel, and yet by the second night he’s already growing agitated and snippy because he’s used to jerking one out before bed or early in the morning when he wakes up with a literal coke can in his sweatpants.

He’s so pent-up that he even dreams some whacky-ass scenario with you between his legs, his best friend; drooling and sucking the literal life out of him with that cutesy mouth that always likes to talk shit whenever he teases you, and for some odd reason: it’s enough to make him admit defeat.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat like he’s just had a nightmare despite that it was the literal opposite, and with the image of your cute face covered in his cum still somewhere in the back of his mind. He can still feel your hands on his thighs, the weight of your slick tongue on his dick. So he says ‘Fuck it.’ and opens up Pornhub on his phone. He taps the first video that catches his eye and finishes at the initial blowjob part not even five minutes in whilst his mind insists on replaying that goddamn scenario with you instead. 

The amount of cum he’s managed to produce just because he hasn’t touched himself in two days is unholy. Or it might be because you’re someone who he’s just now realized that he wants so, so badly. Who knows.

He sleeps like a baby afterwards, despite that the post-nut clarity chews on his pride a little. The confused feelings he harbours for you don’t help either. And when he wakes up in the morning, still grumpy but now at least without the persistent ache in his balls from being so horny all the time, all he does is jack off again because it’s literally pointless now and he might as well try to feel good about being a lovestruck loser.

The others know he’s failed the moment he’s actually quiet in the group chat. He doesn’t tell them about the reason as to why, though. Just slaps that ‘seen’ like the sensitive cancer sign that he is, and texts you instead.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢

Fails.

Naruto lasts surprisingly longer than he initially thought he would, despite that he took the entire thing as a joke at first. Still, he’s determination incarnate and competitive – as most young men his age are – and he’s going strong for about a week or two just to prove a point that consequently doesn’t even hold any meaning in the end. 

And it shows. Not being able to spill his load makes him impatient. He’s always jittery; bouncing his knee whilst sitting on the couch in your living room while you watch movies and a suggestive scene pops up, staring at you from the corner of his eye for just a little bit too long all the time. After all, Naruto is already touchy and needy on the norm, especially around you, so not being able to stuff his dick inside your warm cunt and bully it to his heart’s content is simply annoying.

What do I even get out of this? Is it worth it? What’s the fuckin’ point, really? – These questions are the only thing he thinks about lately.

However, despite the lack of intimacy during November, his evident struggle is awfully amusing to you. So you egg him on, acting all sweet and coy whilst executing your plans that would lead to his demise like some evil mastermind in the making.

You wear those pretty dresses that show off the tops of your thighs whenever you step onto your tippy-toes and wrap your arms around your tortured boyfriend’s neck. Press your chest to his own real tight, so that he can surely feel your soft tits squish against him, especially late in the evening when you’re both just chilling at home and you’re not wearing a bra underneath the tiny shirts you all of a sudden like putting on around him.

It’s all fun and games – for you, of course. Still, Naruto doesn’t yield all that easily. He just refuses to give.

However, two weeks are certainly a lot for a man with a sex drive so high that it reaches past the clouds. Every little thing, may it be intentional or not, is like a trigger inside that horny pea-brain of his. And because of it, it takes you literally nothing more than bending over in your tight gym shorts for his willpower to finally crack.

You’re in the kitchen, searching for a freaking pot to cook dinner in and not attempting to appear enticing at all for once, and yet the moment his warm hand traces the curve of your ass over the smooth spandex, it’s game over.

Soldier down, his dick ends up buried deep inside your pussy before you can even lay eyes on the stupid pot.

#naruto smut #naruto uzumaki #kiba inuzuka #naruto x reader #kiba x reader #naruto uzumaki smut #kiba smut #naruto #kiba #🐻 anon #biscuit drabbles