#why do i not know how to fucking end stories

[alittlebitofsainz]

- why am I still writing pages? -

prompt: “but if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?”

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: you and your teammate are cursed by a case of right person, wrong time. but a crash makes you both reconsider everything.

warnings: implications of sex and mentions of a crash, but nothing explicit.

a/n: lyrics of course from track #16 death by a thousand cuts by taylor swift

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you knew it had been a bad idea.

right from the start, the voice in the back of your head was screaming at you not to do this. this was the only way it ever could’ve ended, and yet at the same time… you knew it would never end. not properly.

you could tell you and charles would get along from the moment you met; faces cracking into grins when you caught his eye across the debrief room, turning into whispers in ears about gossip from the rest of the grid, turning into subtle touches on the shoulder, on the knee, on the curve of your back as he passed by. you could feel yourself falling, even though you were trying so hard not to. and how could you not? he was charming, funny, handsome, and something about his unwavering determination, his dedication and commitment and loyalty to his team, to his dream, captured you in ways you never imagined anything could.

the first kiss was inevitable, a moment in his drivers room full of so much tension that you left to head to the first free practice session suspiciously breathless. the two of you danced around labelling whatever it was going on between you, until eventually there was no point pretending anymore; neither of you were interested in pursuing anybody else but each other.

but you were drivers. and drivers were competitive, and ambitious, and separating your off-track relationship from your on-track relationship…? let’s just say that difficult was an understatement.

“they told me what you said on the radio.”

charles had looked up, the irritation that had been on his face giving way to surprise as you appeared in the entrance of his drivers room. usually when you came to visit his drivers room the door was locked behind you, and when it reopened half an hour later you had to check the corridor to make sure no one saw you emerge with your hair a mess, cheeks flushed and your shirt still half unbuttoned. but this wasn’t one of those times. the tension in the air was not the welcome kind.

“what?” charles had the audacity to pretend to not to know what you were talking about.

“‘y/n’ is such a fucking idiot. what is she doing?’ don’t pretend you didn’t say it.” you replied. even having to repeat the words felt like a knife in your chest. you’d been fighting for a podium, and your defending had been a little… aggressive, more so than it probably should’ve been considering charles was your teammate. and your partner. charles sighed, dragging a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry. you know what it’s like out there. we all say things in the moment that we don’t really mean.” he apologised gently, weary eyes searching yours for any sign you forgiveness. you hummed in response, the anger that had built in you as you’d marched down the corridor from the garage to his drivers room dissipating the longer you had to process it. charles held his arms out to you, and you let out a sigh as you knew that you would forgive him, crawling into his lap as he murmured apologies into your ear.

it hadn’t been that incident that had caused your relationship to break down. it had been an accumulation of all the times that followed, all the little comments and digs over the radio about each other when you were fighting on track. it was the way the media continually pitted you against each other, the two of you constantly leap-frogging each other in the drivers standings, rumours of renewing of contracts and in-team fighting that eventually became all consuming and impossible to ignore. when charles had looked at you with a face like thunder that masked the true pain he felt, telling you he didn’t think he could do this anymore, you couldn’t find any reason to argue. to fight what was happening. maybe this was just right person, wrong time, you’d agreed. maybe in another life.

it had hurt, but at least you’d remained friends, even if it was only due to the forced proximity that came from driving for the same team every weekend. and without the added pressure of a relationship, things between you and charles actually improved, after a while. first the smiles across the room came back. and then the two of you started gossiping again, giggling at secrets that only the two of you knew, footage of you, charles and pierre laughing together during the drivers parade appearing all over social media. and then the touches, the brushing of skin, the blush creeping up into your cheeks as his fingers caught on yours as you walked side by side through the paddock. the way his knee pressed against yours during a press conference when a question came up about your crash the weekend before, the one that had had charles racing to the medical centre as soon as the race was over, almost in tears just at the sight of you.

“I came as soon as I- merde, y/n, are you okay?”

charles’ voice was shaky, his heavy breathing revealing just how quickly he’d rushed over from the garage. the race wouldn’t be restarted for at least another half an hour, the barriers requiring extensive repair work after the damage you’d caused, giving charles just enough time to come and see you.

“I’m fine, charles.” you waved him off as you pushed yourself up with a groan, “it wasn’t even that bad, I-“

“wasn’t that bad?” he cut you off, eyebrows creasing into a frown as he perched himself on the bed beside you hesitantly, cautiously, as if scared to move for fear of hurting you. “y/n, it looked… awful. for a moment I wondered-“

“I got lucky.” it was your turn to do the interrupting, not wanting charles to go down that train of thought any further. “I’m fine, I promise. a bad concussion and… everything hurts, but nothing serious.”

you’d never seen charles cry before - even when things had ended between the two of you, he’d made sure to do that in private. it broke your heart, to know he thought, if only for a moment, that he’d come so close to losing you, and you leaned forward to pull him into your arms, ignoring the ache in your limbs.

since that weekend, you and charles had fallen back into an old routine. it was dangerous, but just like that very first kiss, it had been inevitable. neither of you wanted to cross that invisible line again, both too scared of repeating past mistakes. you couldn’t afford that type of heartbreak again. but you knew your story wasn’t over. not yet.

a/n: this was becoming longer than I intended, so I might do a second part to wrap it up properly :)

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 fic

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 1218 How u doin' (Chaeyoung, Feat. Momo, Jihyo)

Waking up next to Momo, you think about the week you spent together. It was spent well, going out some days and spending others fucking like wild animals. Each little date helped bring back Momo's smile and helped her move past things.

You get yourself dressed as the time to go arrived. You give Momo a kiss on the forehead. "It’s time I go, Momo. I had a good time with you." You hold her hands gently, swinging them from side to side. "I hope you enjoyed it too. I'll be visiting my sister so I can't visit for a little bit but I'll be back soon enough. Take care of yourself, alright?"

'It's still sometime before you have to arrive at the airport.' Momo holds your hand. 'You have clothes here, why don't you just pack things before rather than back to your home.

'We can have a quick breakfast, you know.' Momo whispers, and her hand slowly pulls the rope of the bathrobe, it falls down immediately, and all you see is Momo's naked body, covered by hickeys and your handprint.

"There are some things I need from my home, Momo. I'll eat breakfast here, but that'll be it." You say as you spank her. "And put some clothes on, sweetheart." You say teasing her as you start cooking breakfast. You send a quick message to Jihyo asking if she'd want to join you on your visit to Chaeyoung so you could travel a little together before beginning to cook.

Momo pulls away your phone and hugs you from behind. 'Honey... You know what breakfast I want...' Momo licks your earlobe and keeps blowing hot winds in it.

Feeling your body shivers under her tease, she grabs your crotch and starts caressing it. 'The dogs are still sleeping, no one will disturb us... Honey...'

"I thought you would have had enough after the week we spent together." You tell her as you turn around. You run your fingertip down her neck, flicking her nipple before grabbing her waist. "How much do you want it?"

'I want to seduce you, so that you fuck me so hard and forget that you have to catch the plane.' Momo moving her waist, so her clit is again rubbing on your bulge, she knows you cannot resist when she is dry fucking you everytime in this week.

You groan from the pleasure, and play her tits even harder. 'What would you do if you really me stay today.' You smirk.

'I want to drain you dry... Honey So Nayeon gets nothing from you..' Momo whispers

"And that sounds great, but I can't spend all day fucking." You tell her as you move your hand to her cunt and play with her clit. "I really need to go today." You tell her as you push your finger inside, listening to her moans. "If you're hungry, though. I'll make sure to feed you." You say as you pull your cock out. "On your knees, Momo," You command.

Momo kneels down immediately, she looks at your cock obediently, and start caressing it before you give the command.

'Honey, I will drain you dry. So you can't leave even if you need to.' Momo makes sure your cock is hard enough, and starts sucking it. Momo's mouth is warm as always, the pleasure makes your legs feel weak, you just lying on the cupboard and moan her name.

You place one hand on Momo's head as you push your length inside her warm mouth, feeling her plump lip reach the base of your cock. "You're such a naughty girl, Momo." You groan as you pull back, leaving the tip inside her before pushing your cock back in.

Hearing Momo's slurps turns you on, making you thrust into her mouth. She placed her hands on your thighs, holding them as she took every inch down her throat. Her tongue ran along the underside, reaching your balls as they slapped against her face. Nearing your climax, you hold Momo to my pelvis. She taps against your thigh as she runs out of breath. You begin thrusting again, giving her small windows to catch her breath before you start filling her mouth with your cum. You feel her tongue along your tip as you are cumming, You pull away at the end shooting the last bit of cum onto her face.

Momo sticks out her tongue and lets you paint her face white, 'Honey... ' Momo says as she tries to catch her breath. 'Let's move to next part, should we?' Momo grabs your cock and start stroking. Your cock is still sensitive after the orgasm, when she starts rubbing your tips, your body jerks and you nearly fall on your knees.

'I heard man can squirt if their tips keep being played after cum.' Momo smiles as she increases the speed of her hands. You feel like you are going to cum again, but it's a bit different from the normal orgasm.

You groan and play with Momo's tits twisting her nipples. "Did you like your breakfast?" You tease her as you pull her nipples and make her gasp.

'Yes, but I want more. I want lunch and dinner also.' Momo grabs and rubs with her palm quickly. You nearly surrender and keep groaning loudly. You lose the ability to speak.

It's a combination of pleasure and pain, your sensitive cock pulsing in Momo hands. 'Yes... baby... let it out...' Stroking and rubbing at the same time is to hard for you to handle, you feel you start to shoot some liquid from your cock, it's like showering on Momo. 'Ah... Fuck... Momo...'

Momo strokes you even faster when you start to squirt. 'Yeah, baby, give me everything...'

You just keep groaning hard and let Momo takes the lead, your precum is splashing out like a fountain, the pleasure makes you lose the ability to speak, you could just moan meaninglessly.

You let Momo take control as you recover from that, barely able to stand.

'Do you like it, honey?' Momo slows down her hand, giving you sometime to rest. 'I leave it for today, so I can drain you to stay.' Momo lips the prostate liquid around her lips.

'Can Nayeon and Miss Myoui make you enjoy such pleasure? I bet they can't' Momo slowly stands up and kiss you, rubbing her clit with your cock again.

"Fuck, Momo." You say catching my breath. "You're really trying to make me stay, but I can't stay today." You tell her as you grab her waist. "But I can leave you a little gift before I go."

'I guess the first flight and the last flight of the day would not make so much difference for a domestic flight.' Momo puts her arms around your neck, she stands on her toes so she can kiss you.

'You haven't told me yet. What's the feeling of squirt? Do you like it?' Momo rubs het clit on you again.

"It felt great, Momo." You tell her as you push your cock into her cunt. You reach down, rubbing her clit as you put every inch into her. "How does this feel?"

'I am always feel good when you are inside of me.' Momo jumps and hugs you like a koala, completely lying on you.

'Honey... take me... Empty your balls for me...' Momo whispers into your ear and licks your earlobe occasionally, seducing you to fall for her.

You place Momo on the counter, giving you the space to readjust. You fold Momo in half with your hands reaching behind her head and lift her off the counter. You begin thrusting as you move her using her like a toy.

'Ah... Fuck... It's so deep...' Everytime you thrust in is like hitting Momo's sound button, as her weight is totally lying on you, so you could reach her deepest part easily.

'Fuck, you are going to penetrate me!' Momo moans louder, and you could feel her walls start to get tighter.

You fuck Momo quickly, thrusting wildly as you get her close to her climax. You groan as you feel your balls tighten and your orgasm get closer. You give Momo a couple of long hard thrusts to send her over the edge and shoot your cum into her awaiting cunt. Placing her on a counter, you pull out slowly. "I really have to go now, Momo," You tell her as you kiss her neck. "At least you got breakfast.” You say before getting yourself ready and checking for a response from Jihyo.

'You really gonna leave now?' Momo gasps and opens her legs wide, showing you that how the cum drips from her clit.

Momo takes some and gets a taste of it, 'Honey, you gonna help me clean my clit, otherwise I may get pregnant again that you cum so much in me.'

"Fine, a quick shower." You say, dropping your clothes as you head to the bathroom. "Are you going to join me or what?" You say as you look back at Momo.

Momo immediately follows you into the bath, and hugs you from behind. 'Thank you, honey.' Momo whispers to your ear.

'Stay a little longer and I will make your day worth.' You turn around and see Momo starting to apply soap on her tits. 'I have checked the last flight of today would be 10 tonight, we still have more than 12 hours.' Momo hugs you and start rubbing her tits on you, you know this is not a quick shower anymore.

"I'm not going to stay that much longer." You tell her as you soap up your hands and begin to rub her ass. "We have to be quick." You say, squeezing her soft ass before you move your hands along her back.

'Gajima...' Momo 'If you're staying a week for me, which means your sister is not really that sick.' Momo hugs you tight, so her tits and clit can rub on you harder.

'Just a half day, honey.' Momo being cuddly, and rubs your even faster. Her hands go down to stroke you when she feels you are hard again, and your body jerks from the pleasure. 'Come on, honey.'

"Momo, no. I've already delayed it enough. I'm going after this." You tell her as you wash her back.

Despite Momo being disappointed, she still uses all the skills she has to please you. A hot bath seems can't satisfy both ot you, but this time you stand strong, you hug Momo back to bedroom, and help her dry the hair. 'Promise me you will stay again after you back, honey. I don't know when you are gone, will I think about the baby again...'

'I need to start my new job soon, Momo. I will try to find you at the weekend. Plus, Boo and Dobby will cheer up you, right?' You kiss her forehead once again before you are finally leaving. You have already missed the flight you booked.

You back on your car, trying to see did Jihyo replied. However, you found that you have never clicked the send button, it's seems to be a little late to invite her to join you again.

You drive home instead, planning on leaving the next day instead and a little frustrated that Momo had you miss that flight. You erase the message on your phone and head inside your home to look through your things.

It's been a week since you backed home. However, the house looks so clean, everything is tidied up, and you can't even find any dust in it. You guess it must be Jihyo that keeps the flat so clean when you are not here.

'Jihyo? Jihyo? Are you here?' You walk around the house and keep calling her name, but she is not here.

You enter her room, unlike the tidied living room, her room is much messier, half of the blanket is lying on the floor, her lingerie is causally throwing on the bed, most of them are new type that you have never seen before, they are even sexier than those Jihyo wore before, with extra openings on her nipples and clits. She must have prepared these as a surprise.

You call out Jihyo's name and look around for her one last time. "Are you in here, Jihyo?' After that, you settle down in your room and lay on your bed.

You are lying on the bed, the surroundings are a bit strange than usual, you suddenly remember you have hidden everything from Mina under Nayeon’s request.

You try to take them out again, but you guess Nayeon will be here more often than Mina as she has no sign of coming back yet.

You take a look at the things and decide to put them out. You take the time to put them in just the right place, getting distracted by the smaller objects.

You hear the door open, and it is Jihyo, seems she has just finished jogging. 'Hey! I don't expect you back home that early.' Jihyo says as she comes to hug you, despite she is still covered in sweat, you immediately pull her over and start kissing her.

'Ummm... I am sweaty...' Jihyo slurs her word but her arms around on your neck.

"I'm so happy to see you." You say as you squeeze her. "You could use a shower. Why don't I help you?" You say, smacking her ass. "Wait, I forgot what I wanted to talk to you about." You say, reminding yourself to bring up going to visit Chaeyoung.

'Yeah, so when will you leave? Are you staying another week there?' Jihyo pours her face as she hears you gonna leave for some time. 'I guess Chae could help you get Dahyun back, I tried to call her a few days ago, but she still has no intention to move back here.'

"I don't plan to stay with Chae that long. I don't want to be apart from you for that long, " You say as you nudge her. "I'd probably stay there longer if you came with me, it would be a little vacation for you and me after I talk to Chae. You're right, though Chae could help me talk to Dahyun."

'Haha, you do?' Jihyo gives you a kiss on the cheek. 'But are your parents in your hometown? Am I going to meet them?' Jihyo becomes shy immediately when she imagines she is going to meet your parents.

'Will they accept me even I have divorced before?' Jihyo leans herself in your arms, ask nervously.

"I'm sure they would accept you...if they were there." You tell Jihyo before giving her another kiss. "The flight would be tomorrow. I know it's short notice, but do you want to go?"

'No, this time is for you and Chaeyoung, we will go travel next time when there's only us.' Jihyo grabs your cheek and kisses you again. 'Thanks for inviting me anyway.'

'I am going to take a shower, wanna join me?' Jihyo smirks.

You move your hands down Jihyo's side, stopping at her thighs and giving them a rough squeeze. "Of course," I lift Jihyo, carrying her into the bathroom. "I'll make sure to clean your body really well." You say as you lick her neck.

'Ahh... Put me down...' Jihyo giggles as you carry her. You spend the rest of the day with Jihyo at home before eventually leaving for Chaeyoung.

'It's really been a while.' You tell yourself as you step out from the airport. The surroundings just look so familiar to you, even if you haven't been here for years. You haven't returned to your hometown since you graduated from the university.

You grab a taxi on the road and return to your old house. Your parents have left the house for you and your siblings since they immigrated to America after retiring. Now only Chaeyoung is leaving as Dahyun has moved to Seoul, just like you. Perhaps after Chaeyoung's graduation this autumn, here will become empty.

You open the door to the house and get inside quickly, looking for your old room before doing anything else.

Your room is the same as your memory. The portrait that Chaeyoung drew for you is still hanging on the wall. The pictures of your family and siblings are on the table, and even the pictures of you with Nayeon.

When you are still cherishing the memories, the barking of the dog catches your attention. It's Ari, Dahyun's dog. Both of your siblings have dog here, although Dahyun doesn't bring it to Seoul with her.

Not a moment, Logan and Nereri, both of Chaeyoung's dogs come in, too. Although it's already been a long time since you met them, they still remember your scent and sit quietly around you.

You pet each one of them, scratching their ears. "Hey, everyone. Did you miss me?" You watch the dogs stare at me for a moment, with Nereri and Ari doing a quick spin. "Is Chaeyoung here?" You ask them.

They seem to understand what you are talking about, Logan barks and brings you to Chaeyoung's room, signaling you that she is inside.

You slowly open the door, and you can smell the scent of alcohol, wine, and soju bottle all over the floor, while Chaeyoung is sleeping quietly. It doesn't seems like she is sick, or she still drinks alcohol even she is sick.

You walk into her room and stare at the sleeping Chaeyoung. I place all three dogs on the bed near her, watching as they lick her face and stir her awake. "Wakey, wakey Chae. You shouldn't be drinking so much. It's not good for your health."

'Ummm... just let me drink... I am so stressful...' Chaeyoung sleep talks and rolls to another side. A second later, she opens her eyes and sees you. 'Am I dreaming... Why are you here, Oppa?'

"Because you had me worried during that last call we had. Now get your butt out of bed." You say, grabbing her hands and making her sit up. "Even if you are stressed, just look at how much you've been drinking."

'Oppa...' Chaeyoung pulled up by you, 'Urgh...' She is dry vomiting again like last time.

'Do you miss my little tightly cunt? I want your cock now... It's been awhile...' Chaeyoung says she leans closet to you, however when she opens her mouth, you are nearly disgusted by the smell.

'You are so smelly, Chae...' You turn her head away so you don't need to face the smell directly. 'Go clean yourself.'

'OK, wait for me, Oppa. I want you ready when I am back.' Chaeyoung rushes to the washroom immediately.

You start cleaning Chaeyoung's room while you wait tossing the bottles into a bag and talking to the dogs. "I thought you three were supposed to take care of Chae. What happened?" You ask, pointing at them.

Logan rushes to another side of the bed and barks at the bedside table, you follow him and see there is a drawer, is he meaning that the secret is inside? Nereri even jumps on the table, you more sure that what you wanna know is inside the drawer.

However, when you try to open it, it's locked. You look around, trying to search for the dogs. This time the dogs are nor giving you hints, suddenly you are pushed on the bed. 'I am ready, Oppa! Let's have sex!' It's Chaeyoung that hugging your back.

"Hold your horses, Chae. I want you to explain yourself. What's been going on? Why are you so stressed?" You ask her, looking over your shoulder to see her small frame.

'I... I am just busy with my final year project...' Chaeyoung avoids your sight, it seems she is just telling lies.

'Oppa... I am wet... I want your cock please...' Chaeyoung licks your earlobe and start untying your belt.

You grab Chaeyoung's arm and hold them apart. "Chae, I know when you're lying to me. You always avoid looking at me when you're lying. I want to know the truth. What's going on?"

Chaeyoung, seeing herself can't hide from you, gives up to struggle. 'Promise me, don't blame me on this, Oppa.' Chaeyoung sighs.

She slowly stands up and walks to the bedside table. She uses the key to open the locked drawer. 'Watch it yourself, I am surprised too...' Chaeyoung hands you a bag from the drawer.

You immediately open the bag to check it, there's are a lot of test kit inside, you carefully check all of them, dates are marked clearly on them, and all of them are with 2 lines. You carefully check it, and it's a pregnancy test kit?

'Chae... You mean you are pregnant? And the father is me? You asked in a shocked voice. You breed your sister?

Chaeyoung just nods and hides herself in the blanket. 'I am sorry, Oppa. I didn't plan anything.'

"I thought you were taking the pills," you tell her as you look at the test again. "And what are you planning to do with the baby?"

'We were using condom before, and after we are going raw, I am taking pills... I don't know what's happening.' Chaeyoung whispers.

'I am struggling for too long, and it's passing the period for abortion.'Chaeyoung looks at her tummy, it's not significant, but it looks like Chaeyoung is bigger than Momo when she claims she is pregnant.

You suddenly recall the memories of Chaeyoung visiting you in the Sem break. At the first night, you two fucked two times with just one condom, and you remember there are cum dripping from her clit. Now everything make sense now.

'I don't know how to let daddy mummy know I am pregnant when I am still in university. And the father is you!' Chaeyoung roars.

"Calm down, Chae. We'll figure this out." You tell her as you sit her down. "We can figure this out together."

'I am still young... I don't want to be a mother yet... I am not ready...'Chaeyoung rest herself in your arms.

'I want to go for abortion, but it's a life... I can't do it, and it is too late now... I feel like my future is collapse when I know about it. I tried to call you, but I couldn’t reach you.

'We are siblings... How can I let the baby know my brother is his dad. And Mina eooni...'

Chaeyoung mentioning Mina reminds you how complicated the case is, if Myoui knows you breed your sister, everything will end.

"You could always give it up for adoption." I tell her. "Your future isn't in danger. We'll get through this, and I'm sure Mina won't change how she thinks about you."

'But... she is my baby, can I do that? Ugh.... It's so complicated!' Chaeyoung messing her hair with frustration. 'I don't wanna wear the graduation gown with a belly, it's so embarrassing. I can't go to school if my belly becomes bigger later.'

'Should I tell dad and mum, and Dahyun eooni too?' Chaeyoung looks up to the ceiling, speaks in a tone that seems to give up on everything. 'Daddy must kill me...'

"Not if I have anything to say about it." You say as you lay back on her bed. "Take a deep breath, Chae. I'm sure we can figure this out. Who knows, maybe Mina would want to adopt your baby. All we can do now is think, and you need to stop drinking, it could hurt the baby."

'I just can't stop thinking about it, even in my dream. Only Alcohol and sex can help me to forget it.' Chaeyoung keeps looking up.

'I haven't decided what to do yet, Oppa. You really feel OK if I give it up for adoption? It's your kid too.'

"How you're feeling is a lot more important, Chae." You pat her head, "Have you eaten yet?"

'But it's your... our kid. I really don't know...' Chaeyoung puts your hand on her tummy.

'I haven't, but I want your cock, Oppa. I really miss it.' Chaeyoung rolls over you and starts sliding her hand in your jeans.

I kiss Chaeyoung's forehead, "Show me how much you miss it." I say while I caress her cheek. "Show Oppa how much you miss his cock"

Chaeyoung bites your lip before moving down her head to your crotch. 'Don't be so tender, I am not used to it. You know what I want.'

Chaeyoung pulls your shaft out and keep kissing the tips of your cock. 'Miss me, big guy? Is Jihyo eooni taking good care of you every night?' When she feels the rod in her hands is hard enough, she takes you in.

You put your hand on the back of Chaeyoung's head and push her onto your cock. "Is this what you want, Chaeyoung?" You ask as you hold her in place. You keep her there for a few seconds before letting her breath.

Chaeyoung choked by you sudden assault, but you can not see any discomfort in her eyes. Instead, she looks enjoy, and she is enjoying that you are going on rough on her. She is always the least limited of your girls. No one can even compare, not even Sana.

Chaeyoung keeps stroking you while she catches her breath, 'Fuck... I love it... Just how big it is...' Chaeyoung swallows your tips and throbs her head slowly, her hands are caressing your balls at the same time, she do it as slow as she can, trying her best to tease you. 'My mouth or clit you like better?'

"I love those pretty lips of yours," You moan as you push her to the base of your cock. "Your throat is so tight, Chae. It's going to make me cum."

Chaeyoung keeps bobbing her head up and down. Having sex with you in the past year makes her understand what you like. Everytime she takes you all in, while her tongue keeps lapping at your underside, until she is out of oxygen.

Chaeyoung's face becomes red quickly as she constantly lacks air, but she still working hard on your cock. 'Umm.... tasty as my memories... Oppa, how many time you cum in my throat, I want the same for my little clit.'

You pull Chaeyoung away, letting her catch her breath before slamming her face back onto your cock and filling her throat with your cum. "Drink it all, Chae." You groan.

Chaeyoung obediently drinks your cum, but your cum is too much for her, she eventually chocked and cum even dripping from her nose. She just looks like a broken slut eager for cum.

'Oppa... you cum so much...' Chaeyoung gathers your cum that drips on your body. 'But now I want it in another way.'

"Lay on your back then Chae." You say as you push her onto her back. You rub your cock against her cunt, teasing her. "How much do you want it Chae? Let me hear about how much you miss this cock."

'I miss it just like how I miss you...' Chaeyoung grabs your cock and tries to get you in. 'Do you know I masturbating to your cock every single day? Give me right now. You can cum in me as I am pregnant already.'

You poke Chaeyoung's cunt with the tip, "You can do better, Chae. Beg for it." You tell her as you rub the tip against her clit.

'Oppa!' Chaeyoung pours her face as you keep teasing her. 'Urgh...' Chaeyoung roars like a cat and holds up her fist, pretending to be angry. 'Just put it in! Do you wanna be bitten by baby tiger? Urgh!'

You kiss Chaeyoung and twist one of her nipples, "Beg for it, Chae, or I won't put it in," Before she can say another word, you ram your cock deep into her cunt, putting every inch inside in one motion.

'Ah... Yes...' Chaeyoung crosses her legs on your back and keeps pushing you inside. 'I am wet enough, just fuck me!'

You grabs on her tits, flipping her nipples, feeling the growth of her little chest, mostly because of her pregnancy, her tits are already growing, you can't wait to know how much Chae is going to grow.

"I will," You groan as you ram your cock back into her. "You're not going to be able to walk by the end, Chae." You pinch Chaeyoung's nipples and pull them roughly listening to her moans.

Chaeyoung is even horny when you are being hard to her, it's more pleasure than pain to her. 'Yes, Oppa. Pinch me... harder.' Her hands go up, and play your nipple, 'I know you like it.' Chaeyoung smirks.

"You want this harder? Okay, Chae." You pull out of Chae and flip her over onto her stomach, smacking her ass before driving your cock into her cunt. You push her head into the bed as you fuck her from behind.

'Ummm... ummm...' Chaeyoung's moan is muffled by the blanket as her head is pressing hard by you. You could feel how hyper Chaeyoung is right now even you can't hear her words.

Everytime you slap her ass hard, her body jerks and you can feel her walls getting tighter, this seducing you to go even rougher on her. 'You little slut like being treated badly huh?' You keep slapping her hard until you feel a splash of juice on your cock, you don't expect she cums that quick.

"Cumming already? That's no good, Chae." You slap her ass until it's red while continuing to impale her on your cock. "Tell me how good it feels, Chae, or I'll stop right now." You wait a second, and when you hear no response, you slow down your thrusts.

Chaeyoung strugglely turns her head to the side, catching her breath quickly. 'Fuck... don't slow down please. Oppa, I want you to fill me up. You cock brings me to cloud 9. I miss this feeling so much... Faster!' Chaeyoung shakes her ass again, seducing you to smack her hardly.

You kiss the back of Chaeyoung's head, "That's a good girl." Pushing her head back into the bed, you start thrusting quickly, giving Chaeyoung every inch and driving her crazy.

'Ahhh! Oppa!' Chaeyoung grabs the bedsheet hard to keep her body stable under your fierce thrust. 'Fuck me! Slab me!' Chaeyoung seems to be wilder than you usual, you not sure is she just simply missing your cock or she has too much stress to be released, but you are just more than happy to use her.

'Moan louder, Chae! Do you like it?' You groan as you keep slapping her ass, decided to drain her today.

You feel her walls tighten around my cock as you continue thrusting. "Cum for Oppa, Cum for me." You yell at Chae. You listen to her whines as she cums a second time. "Fuck, Chae. I think I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

'In my pussy... I want it inside...' Chaeyoung moans weakly as her energy starts to run out, but she still desperate for another orgasm. 'Fill my womb, let our baby knows how your cum feels like.'

You grab Chaeyoung's arms and pull on them as you hit Chaeyoung's womb with every thrust. "I'm cumming," You moan as you fill her pussy with your baby batter and trigger Chae's third orgasm.

'Ahhhh!' Chaeyoung collapses, and she nearly completely falls on the bed, only because you are pulling her arms, so she doesn't.

'It's so warm...' Chaeyoung's body keeps jerking, and you are just slowly thrusting out your orgasm, her walls milking you good, forcing you to cum more in her.

Once you finish, you let go of Chaeyoung's arms, letting her fall onto the bed. "I'm not done yet, Chae." You place your hands on either side of her letting her lay on the bed as you continue to fuck her from behind.

You pin her hands on the bed, and fucking her from the back like a dog, every time your body crash on her ass, there is a loud 'pak' sound, although it's not in rhythm, as you are losing your self control, fucking her faster and faster.

Your hips move wildly, and Chaeyoung knows how to please you, she arcs her back like the moon, giving you an angle that can fuck her easily. 'Ah! It feels so good!' She nearly cries from the pleasure.

You give Chae a hard spanking, turning her ass a deep shade of red as you feel another orgasm coming. "Are you ready for more cum, Chae?" You moan.

'Yes! Oppa! Cum in me!' Chaeyoung's wall starts tightening around you again, she is so hungry for sex that she even moans in a higher pitch. 'Oppa... I am cumming too. Let's cum together... Ah!'

You bury yourself inside Chae, flooding her cunt with your cum. It leaks out of her dripping onto the bed as her walls milk more out of you.

'Fuck!' Chae use the last bit of her energy to roar before turning black out. Even she is unconscious, her walls still milking you hard. You keep thrusting in and out of her pussy, brings the overflowing cum dripping on her bed.

Every thrust makes me groan as you use Chae's body like a fleshlight until you cum again. After burying yourself inside her and pumping her full of cum you pull out slowly, spanking Chae once. You look at her unconscious body, "I thought you'd be able to handle it, Chae. The least you could do is clean my off." You place your cock in her mouth, and even unconscious her tongue still moves around your cock, sloppy cleaning it as you give Chae the chance to rest.

You rest beside Chae, waiting for her to wake up, looking at her pregnancy test.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #momo smut #twice momo #chaeyoung smut #twice chaeyoung

[kayunivy]

Okay.... Let's analyze what happened in dcmk these last few weeks. Obvious SPOLIERS will be commented so you know.

> Appearance of Aoko's mother in Magic Kaito.

Where was she all this time? Why did she never appear or even show a sign of life? She didn't even call her daughter on her birthday... She appears so oblivious to everything, she didn't even know who Kaitou Kid was since her husband has always been obsessed with trying to catch this thief for YEARS. It seems like Gosho just randomly placed her in the story without trying to connect with the canon, it's almost as if she was a character outside of her original manga.

> Film 27 and its breaks in logic and common sense.

After all these years, Gosho decided to go against everything he had already said and made the Kaishin to be cousins, not only ruining a unique relationship (whether you shipped or not) but also bringing plot holes and contradictions in the story. If they are cousins ​​what's the excuse for them never trying to even interact before? Why was it that when Yukiko first met Kaito, she never acted like she was related to her? The same with Toichi, she always talked about him as just her teacher and NOTHING more than that, it doesn't make sense to put that in the story now. Why did Kaito never even have support from his family? Not even showing up at Toichi's symbolic funeral? How come Yusaku never went to talk to his late brother's family, even if he knew the truth KAITO DIDN'T KNOW...

No one even considered his feelings...

> All the bullshit involving Kaishin.

The biggest problem for me about them being cousins ​​is not just because of the ship but because of all the history and construction they had. It's as if everything that's different about them is summed up in the simple fact that they're related. But Kaishin has always had something unique, something that Gosho himself defined as "a mysterious bond". Them not having the slightest type of relationship made everything so unique, a connection that only the two of them could have together, one would easily understand the other even though they were complete strangers. Now I feel like they want to throw that away.

> TOICHI KUROBA AND MY HATE FOR HIM.

Gosho had already said that Toichi was possibly alive but the confirmation brought me a wave of anger and contempt that I had never felt for any other dcmk character (even bo). Let's think about Kaito in this whole story:

• lost his father when he was just a child and is still traumatized by it today.

• for 8 FUCKING YEARS he discovers that his father's death was never an accident but a murder.

• His father was actually an internationally wanted thief who was after a precious stone capable of bringing immortality.

• he steps into his father's shoes as KID and decides to try to find out for himself what happened to his father, who killed him and why.

• now there is a criminal organization that thinks he is the KID who didn't really die and they are trying to kill him once and for all.

• he decides to put himself at risk looking for Pandora, being something belonging to the organization and the police themselves.

• a lot of people hate him, regardless of whether he hurts people or not.

• more and more he becomes more and more removed from everything and becomes burdened with the KID charade.

• his own mother doesn't care about him, on the contrary, it seems like she likes to make things even more difficult for her son (she disguised herself as her dead ex-husband just to screw with her son's head, that's sickening to say the least).

• everything Kaito does is because of his father's murder, he never wanted to be KID, he never liked stealing, he doesn't do any of that for pleasure (except when it involves a certain mini detective but that's not the focus now ).

• and in the end his father was ALIVE all this time, doing who knows what while his son was risking his life because of him... BRO...

This whole thing is insane. And not in a good way.

#i'm insane #I can't stop thinking about Kaito in the middle of all this #someone needs to hug him #i'm crying so hard #my baby :( #kaito deserves the world #kaitou kid #kaito kuroba #conan edogawa #shinichi kudo #kaito x shinichi #kaishin #dcmk #magic kaito #detective conan #meitantei conan #aoko nakamori #toichi kuroba #gosho aoyama

[utilitycaster]

Ok I'm probably going to regret reinventing 17th century European religious philosophy here but:

Ludinus's issue with the gods as stated to Imogen and Fearne (and I will state right now that we know he was lying or deliberately misleading at points in that conversation so I don't exactly take him at his word, but let's assume he does mean this) is that they did not prevent the Calamity. I have the following questions.

Does he have any loyalty/feelings about the Titans given that they would have killed all the people in the era of the Schism, ie, the gods averted that Calamity? My guess is no, which means that whole avenue of discussing the Titans was something of a dead end.

How should Calamity have been averted? The Prime Deities during the Age of Arcanum largely let people do what they wanted, which is what led to one of those mortals releasing the Betrayer Gods. Should the gods have struck down Vespin Chloras before he actually did anything, Minority Report style? Can the gods even predict based on the actions of a single individual or small group, because my guess is they can't, particularly since within the current stream of gameplay they absolutely cannot [ie, the reason the Changebringer can't tell FCG to stay or run is because Matt Mercer is the Changebringer and he doesn't know how people will roll; you do need to consider the medium here]. But if they could: so you think they should strike down mortals on the basis of thoughtcrimes? Or control them? In that case, why is Aeor a problem? There's a lot you can argue is justified once you permit the gods to override free will and kill people over mere potential for catastrophe.

On that note, Laerryn both was an unwitting architect of the Calamity (shorted on energy and then killed the Tree of Names, which served as a core planar defense system) but also averted the worst of it. Did the lives she saved by preventing the rise of Rau'shan and Ka'Mort outweigh the lives she took by destroying the Tree of Names? How should the gods have reacted?

Should, perhaps, the gods have all sealed themselves away earlier - perhaps post-Schism? If so, then the issue isn't the Divine Gate, now is it? Should the gods intervene or not intervene? Should they remove themselves or no? It feels like the issue isn't that they distanced themselves so that they can do less in the world, particularly if you wish to kill them, but that you really want to fucking kill them and they made that somewhat more difficult.

How do we know the gods (for example) didn't save Laudna? She was hanged and she's still alive; Morri would probably count this as saving her and I don't see the same desire to wipe out all Archfey. [real talk I find most discussion of Laudna specifically to be...incomprehensibly ignorant in its refusal to acknowledge that everything about it is player agency related, whether it's the story that the cast played out for Vox Machina or the decisions Marisha specifically made in creating the character, ie, do you think Matt should have said "well you can't play a Hollow One because that would mean the gods didn't save you" not to mention the fact that again, we are playing this within a game system where the existence Deus Ex Machina would in fact fucking suck ass; but even setting aside those reasons why this argument is stupid, it's still stupid. It's like a layer cake of stupid.] Again: do you want more intervention or less? Killing them guarantees less.

I'm assuming the problem with the Calamity is the vast loss of life, in which case, what's the math on how many people have been killed by the Vanguard or Imperium in the pursuit of unleashing Predathos? How many more will die?

If the release of Predathos doesn't result in the immediate demise of all the gods, and the Divine Gate is down, why isn't this a recipe for Calamity 2? What was the motivation for killing the gods again?

Should we kill mortal diviners who do not do all within their power to stop terrible things that may come to pass? If the issue is that some people have power without working for it, why haven't we killed all the sorcerers?

Should we be listening to a single word from someone who consumes random fey to live longer, and that's just the start of the CVS receipt of atrocities?

Is there a point where one's deeply held beliefs due to one's own personal trauma become invalidated due to one's actions as a result of that trauma? If so, why is the limit for Orym "is okay with killing people who are trying, directly, to kill you (which, frankly, isn't even a trauma response, that's just called not wanting to die, which I highly recommend as a personal philosophy), and gets upset when people defend those knowingly collaborating with his family's murderers" and the limit for Vanguard generals "family abandonment/just. buckets of murder of innocents./child soldier recruitment in multiple different contexts/eating fey as biohacking/destroying an entire city and the surrounding forest for hundreds of years (ongoing)/imperialism in multiple different contexts/I was going to make a gallows humor joke about how while neither exist in-world they've violated the Geneva Convention AND the IRB for testing on human subjects multiple times over but actually those both are in fact written in a lot of the same blood/probably some others that I'm forgetting"

#i feel ultimately a lot of this fandom debate boils down to yes this is obviously fiction #but like within the fiction can you sketch out the implications of your argument or is it just a lot of abstract ideals that can't coexist #I don't actually expect answers to these; obviously the point is if you think there is an easy one there isn't #anyway i'm like if an enlightenment era polymath were a religiously observant agnostic who used the phrase fucking suck ass #cr spoilers #cr tag

[flodaya]

okay I have collected my thoughts and i am done screaming in dms

mild spoilers so read at your own risk

i have not read the script ever and i am so glad i didn’t because as a movie the story worked really well

it was fast paced and kept you entertained

my biggest complaint is that the timelines are a little messy and the jumps can get a little too confusing

though on the other hand i did like how they chose to parallel some scenes of their youth with the present

all of three of them are such fucked up people but..... why do i still have a huge soft spot for Patrick and Tshi, idk man, if teenage Art wasnt such a little snake i know Tashi and Patrick could have been such a cute romance

they definitely had the best chemistry too imo, that scene of college Tashi and Patrick in their room ???? SO HOT i was gagged

(sidenote: i need to get back into yoga)

Z, Mike and Josh are such talented actors and portrayed their roles so so so well

i also love how you really cant root for any of them, they are all equally fucked. up and unlikeable but i will still say Art is the biggest SNAKE because he was the whole reason the mess between the three of them even got so out of hand

the sauna scene? oh damn, the homoeroticism in this movie can not be understated

also thank you @ Luca for canon bisexual Patrick <3

i am obsessed with love triangles that are actual triangles and not just two men fighting over a woman, these three were all obsessed with each other and so attracted to each other in every sense of the word

the ending is really something, it's one of the main reasons i want to watch it again because i need to relive it to fully comprehend what happened there

WHEN PATRICK DID THE RACKET THING AT THE END I SCREAMED i knew it was going to come back

the directing and cinematography was STUNNING, i had some shots that felt strange (eg. when we were the racket or the ball?) but then you got shots as if you were watching from underneath the court which were so visually pleasing

as many have said the score is beautiful, it fits the entire vibe so well, you really get immersed in the world of this fast paced tennis competition

i'm bad at giving star ratings so i'll just say i enjoyed it a lot, it was a really fun time and i'm so happy Z's first movie in a leading role was so good (malcolm and marie did not happen)

#challengers #challengers spoilers #zendaya the movie star you are <3333

[lisysturniolo]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒!𝐓𝐎!𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐗 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐀/𝐍: hello!!! im back from the dead lolol! so this story is actually a snippet from my wattpad i’m writing and you should follow! my user is @lisysturniolo and the story is called saturn! ( if you see any mistakes, NO YOU DONT! ) enjoy! 🪐

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: this story does have oc’s but the reader is called y/n if that makes sense. emersyn and estrella are sisters, you and kinsley are sisters, obviously the triplets are brothers, and rarity is a family friend of yours! okay happy reading!! 📖

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ REAL LIFE !

"i'm not going in that water with you!" you scream from where your umbrella is on the beach.

nick, matt, and chris decided to go to the beach for the weekend and thought to invite everyone. you mainly, but then you invited everyone else and they couldn't say no.

"why not? the weather is so beautiful n/n," rarity chimes, wanting you to oblige to her request. rarity goes and tries to get you up by your arms. "the whales and sharks aren't for miles away, let's just go."

"rarity, i'm not doing it. you know how i feel about the ocean." you pull your arms down and lean back in the chair.

"yeah i know, you're a fucking pussy," rarity laughs, sitting down on the sand near her, going on her phone. "where are matt and chris?"

"they're getting the cooler out the car." you pick up your magazine and starts flipping through the pages.

soon after, emersyn and estrella come over with nick.

"where have y'all been?" you question the three while they come over and lay on their towels.

"nick had to pee and i wanted to go inside for a few." estrella replies, laying on her towel face down.

matt and chris eventually come back with the cooler and a few gas station bags.

"i knew you guys weren't just getting the cooler, you guys took forever bro." rarity gets up from her spot and makes her way over to where the cooler is.

"ask this fucking kid why we took so long." matt comes over and sits down in front of you, leaning his head back against the edge of the chair.

you and matt are genuinely best friends. like you don't have awkward tension between you guys, you tell each other everything and even though matt has a suspicion that you might like his brother, he doesn't bring it up, knowing the subject makes you want to crawl in a ball and die.

"shut the fuck up matt, at least i got something for everyone." chris sets down the gas station bags on the cooler and sips his pepsi.

"can someone hand me my drink and chips?" you ask, and chris immediately gets up and hands them to you. you blush very faintly. stop fucking blushing you idiot.

"here n/n," he says.

"thanks."

estrella, nick and rarity all lock eyes and laugh silently. nick and his posse, consisting of estrella and rarity, all have been down your throat about this tension they think is upon you and chris. so when they started laughing, you just rolled her eyes and flipped your magazine again.

"how long do we all want to stay here again?" emersyn asks.

"maybe like half an hour? i'm trying to get my tanning in."

a few minutes after rarity last spoke, kinsley finally turns up from wherever she was.

all eyes eventually end up on kinsley and she widens her eyes and puts her hands up in defense. you tilt your head slightly and raise your eyebrows. "and just where the fuck have you been? i low-key forgot you were even here."

"i went to the hot tub inside, met a few guys, they're cool," she replies, getting her snickers bar and mountain dew from the seven eleven bags. "just came by to get my stuff. i'll meet you guys back at the hotel."

"were they at least cute?" emersyn giggles from her towel.

"some of them are, yes emmy." emersyn decides to get up and follow kinsley to the hot tub.

"just be safe and text me please." you beg.

"alright see ya later." kinsley walks away with emersyn, chatting away at anyone they could find.

everybody, after three more hours, decided to go back to the hotel and change into their pajamas.

the way this trip was set up is that everyone was in a different room. rarity and estrella shared one, matt and chris, kinsley and you, and emersyn and nick.

for some fucking reason, nick and matt wanted to talk about something without chris, and emersyn wanted to sleep with kisley to talk about all the hot guys they saw, go fucking figure, so chris and you had to share a bed and a room.

currently, chris was showering and you were sitting on your shared bed, watching tiktok and scrolling through instagram. when you heard the bathroom door open, you turned and faced the door, revealing a shirtless chris.

your eyes widened a little bit at the bluntness of him coming out the bathroom shirtless. chris noticed her eyes widening and chuckled, "i just forgot a shirt, i won't be like this for long,"

you didn't say anything, stuck in your own trance. chris was shirtless in your room. what if he wanted to stay shirtless? what if he just pulled you in for a kiss right then and there? not that you had a problem with that but what if everyone else di-

"you also don't have to stare either." he laughs, setting his phone down on the nightstand. and pulling up the desk chair to sit in front of the tv.

"sorry, i wasn't trying to stare." you mumbled.

"it's alright, seriously, you just seemed out of it. your eyes were really wide too." he replied, setting up his ps5 in the room.

"chris why are you setting that up in here? you're only saying for the night."

"yeah but matt wanted to play duos on fortnite so i gotta plug it up here."

you just roll your eyes playfully and go back to your tiktok, making sure to put your headphones on, knowing that chris would be screaming if he lost.

after some time, they got off the game and chris crawled in bed with you hesitantly. you notice his hesitant behaviors and decide to question him.

"everything alright?"

"yeah i was just thinking because did you want to put a pillow in-between us or did you just want to sleep together?"

you laugh and wipes your eyes, "you act as if we haven't shared a bed before."

"yeah i know but i didn't know if this would be different-"

"kid just get in the bed."

he sighs and gets in the bed with you, flipping over and going on his phone.

you wake up out of your dream.

your eyes start adjusting due to being closed for so long. but you didn't even have time to process your dream because-

"n/n, are you alright?" chris gets up and rubs his tired eyes.

"what? yeah just a dream."

chris yawned and pulled a pillow to sit under his neck, facing scarlette now. "do you want to talk about it?"

"umm, no not really."

"okay."

the two of you sit in slience, looking up at the ceiling for a little bit before you laugh, speaking up again. "do you think stars are actually big balls of gas or something else?"

"what?"

"like how do they get that shape? you know with like the pointed sides? how are they shaped like that if they are actually just big balls of gas?" you put your hands above your head, giving chris a visual.

"i don't know n/n, what do you think?"

"maybe like the angels made it so they look pointed for our visual and up in the sky, they are actually big balls of gas."

chris chuckles at the girls rambling but decides to feed into it. "do you actually believe everything that we were taught in school about science and everything?"

"i mean they are payed to teach us this stuff so, no not really. but if i find a cool tikotxk explaining how science works then, then i'll believe it."

he laughs, "so you believe everything you see on tiktok?"

"not necessarily, but i think it's just interesting."

"hmm," he yawns again." we should probably go to sleep, everyone wants to get breakfast in the morning."

"okay," you turn away from him.

before you could fully go to sleep, you very faintly feel chris's arm sneak around your waist and pull you a little into him.

#𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒚'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fluff #sturniolo fan

[operator-report]

The fact that a power like Coil's exists and plays such a large role in Worm, a story that is a tragedy, is really something. Kind of a variant of how Lisa's power is a particular coping mechanism for a tragedy - you didn't see the bad thing coming, now you have a superpower that helps you notice it. Except with Coil's power, it responds to the tragedy reader who goes "which choice was the one where they fucked it up? What was the point of no return? What was the biggest mistake, in a series of escalating mistakes?" Here, the story presents the ability to test your choices before you make them, and see which one fucks you over the most.

That Krouse works for this guy (sorry, this was a Travelers post all along) makes me want to have a nice appetizer of drywall. Krouse and the other Travelers, who are Fated By Big Monster Creature to make the wrong choices. We know that the fact that Coil had a precog was a big reason why they agreed to work for him, since precogs mess with the Simurgh's cause and effect. But Coil's power, in its own right, is pretty significant too.

To me, it's an extra tragic overlay over Coil's interlude. In it, Coil chooses to check up on the construction of the Travelers' base and Noelle's cage, and then overwrites that choice, since it doesn't end well. But Coil isn't the only person with a tragedy fork in the road: also in that interlude, Noelle asks Krouse to let her out of the new cage, and Krouse refuses.

There's arguments to be made about the extent to which that's really a choice. In the moment, of course, Krouse doesn't have any real choice but to say no, because Coil is, you know, right there. But I do think it's notable that he never does it. He never lets her out. And maybe that's a fork in the road, too.

"How much agency do the Travelers have" is, obviously, its own multi-paragraph essay, given the Simurgh and the PRT quarantine measures and Coil and every other force conspiring against these poor gamers. The fact that the Simurgh exists in a story about the things people do and the reasons why they do them absolutely rules. But one of the things I really love about Coil's interlude is the suggestion that maybe, possibly, at one point, there might have been a choice, and the other Travelers didn't take it. It's another little moment that complicates why Noelle wants to be "fixed" - is it her powers themselves, or is it the fact that those powers mean that nobody will let her see the sun, or both?

#parahumans #noelle meinhardt #francis krouse #the travelers #worm spoilers #need to make another quick post about my favorite Themes. as one does

[prince-toffee]

So, I rewatched the trailer over and over again, I stepped back, organised my thoughts, and I think I get it.

So first the Bad, then the GOOD, because there's actually a lot to like here.

The Bad:

So, the trend of companies kicking actual voice actors onto the curb and replacing them with celebrities continues. I remember being really angry when they first announced the voice cast, and I still am. It's quite literally the most boring, generic casting possible. You can not get much more white bread, milk toast than a Chris and Scar - I want to play an Asian woman and trans man - jo. Also, why is Chris Hemsworth here? Do he really need the money? Did Thor 4 damage his pockets that bad? There are so many talented voice actors that could've been Orion, David Kaye is a prime example Animated Optimus and Beats Wars/Unicron Trilogy Megatron, beloved by fans, if he was announced people would've been over joyed. I love Brian Tyree Henry, and he actually has some experience with va work as he voiced Jeff Morales in Spider-Verse, my original criticism still stands.... And Kegan, oh Kegan, I love you so much, Key and Peele was my childhood, and the Toad performance was perfectly fine, endearing even. But as Bee? I'm sorry, but no, that's not BumbleBee that's just actor/comedian Kegan Michael Key, I can't hear anything else. And it doesn't help that he's handed the worst lines.

Which brings us to the comedy. First impressions are EVERYTHING. And if you fumble that that hurts your film, and the perception of your film. I think that's really the problem here, it's a bad trailer not necessarily bad content. Packing the trailer with jokes for the sake of jokes and having that samey Hollywood liscensed music cringey feel to it. Like the guitar riff that played when the 'This Fall' card came up just made me turn off the video immediately. That's why I recommend watching the trailer without sound. Bee's jokes don't really land for me, I'm sure kids with love it tho, and that's good. But I'm sure all the jokes won't be bad, the final door gag is actually really funny. So I think it was just a bad joke that soured out feel of the tone at the beginning, which is unfortunate because like I said first impressions are everything. Because this is Josh Cooly, of Up, Inside Out, Toy Story 4 fame, I'm sure the film will have an emotional core to it.

A minor thing I don't much care for is having Bee be in the same age range as Orion, in my mind he's always constructed during the war at like the half way mark or near the end, he's the little brother of the group, and now he's old enough to remember Op and Megs before the war. Also he sounds way too old.

Oh, also I don't like Orion's personality.

Good:

Now for the good; I think the animations style is gorgeous. Would have I liked something Spider-Verse/Mutant Mayhem-esk, of course, but what are you gonna do? The stand out here is the environments, a visual feast. This might already be my favourite Cybertron, it's so different yet reminisant of the Cybertron we know. The fact that the surface transformers and shifts and changes is genius, very IDW Phase 2 inspired. And the fact that Cybertron is a techno-organic hybrid world ala Beast Machines is crazy! I love that, and wildlife! I bet that's how we get the cassettes. The character models are great too, you can actually tell what emotion is happening on a person's face. Gone are the days of faces being made up of razor blades and mandibles BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT INSECTS FUCK YOU MICHAEL BAY. THEY'RE PEOPLE! There's the nose, the lips, the eyes, and I can tell where one begins and ends. The eyes are gorgeous and detailed, and the face surface detail has smuges, wear, specs of dirt, metallic texture. Like, you nailed it! It's a person but a robot, you got it!

We see what we assume are the 13 Primes, Alpha Trion being the only survivor, maybe they were killed by the Quintessons and they took over. D-16, a ref to IDW and his toys designation in the toy catalogue, he'll obviously name himself after Megatronus ala TF Prime. He seems to have the Decepticon insignia before meeting The Fallen so maybe Megatronus' face is some sort of religious iconography, the Primes are a religion on Cybertron after all. It's all so fascinating, I can't remember the last time I was so excited to learn more about a new TF continuity.

Orion and D-16 are both miners and or workers, that's a refreshing take, no coptimus here. They've suffered the same way together, I bet story will be about dealing with that pain, what justice means, how far one is willing to take it and where justice stops and injustice begins. I know people are mad that the origins are a little different, but I ask you, different from what? Which continuity are you talking about? TF has never had a consistent singular timeline, and that's what I love about this franchise! It builds on itself with each new continuity! Take a bit of the old, mix it with new ideas and create something fresh, then that old guard leaves and a new team takes over and does the same and the franchise continues to evolve or should I say transform. Like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get, and new incarnations always give second chances to improve apon what came before. No Reboots, no risks means no Skybite, or Nemesis Prime, no Stasis Pods, Sparks, Protoforms, Energon ore, no Star Saber, Hot Shot, Knock Out, Airachnid, no All Spark, no Sari, no Bulkhead, no old grumpy Ratchet, none of that. Reboots are a part of this franchise's DNA. I sense the people that are complaining are the people who only value one continuity and discard all others.

It's really neat this universe's version of The Cast System is lower class worker protoforms being denied a Transformation Cog, it seems like it's reserved for the higher classes, the very thing that makes their species special and unique is denied to them. Also I didn't notice it the first time, but Alpha actually pulls the t-cogs out of the dead Primes which kind of signifies a passing of the guard, the old Primes failed, now it's your turn, and of course history repeats itself with the downfall of Megatron.

I like how Trion is covered and intertwined with moss and vines and has a beast mode, showcasing that he's of an older era now gone and forgotten.

Some other smaller stuff:

The sun looks like a holographic simulation, which makes me wonder, Cybertron doesn't usually have a sun, but there's plant life now, so what's up?

The cave that the dead Primes and Trion are in kinda looks like a Dweller.

Megatron's black helmet is a ref to Marvel G1.

That spin kick where Elita twirls her entire waist around is sooo satisfying. I love it.

AIRACHNID!!?!!!! MY QUEEN HAS RETURNED!!!!!!!

I think that's a good point to end on. So, yeah, v excited.

#transformers one #maccadam #maccadams #tf one

[propertyofyoutube]

HIIII okay so i wanted to say I LOVE your stories! I haven't come around to reading Our Time is Now yet but I really want to. Also I have one request, but I'm not sure if you'd be comfortable writing that one, so I have another one just in case!

So, would it be comfortable to request a Dom!Reader x Colby? Like, they're both in the "do I like them or not" stage and they're at a party, and Colby ends up trying to make Reader jealous, but she's having none of that?

If you're not comfortable writing something like that, I would also LOVE a fluff fic with Sam x Reader, where like Reader's on her period and Sam takes care of her? And it's just so so sweet?

Again, absolute ADORE your fics, and can't wait to see more of what you have in store for us! ^^

Authors note: FIRSTLY… OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🥺🖤 and secondly I loveee these requests! So here is the Colby one and I will also do the Sam one very sooon! I also may do a part two to this where reader really does hard on him in a more controlled setting. Again, thank you I’m so glad you’re enjoying my stuff! Xx

You’re this close to cracking - EXPLICIT

Summary: you and Colby had been best friends for a while now. You began to think there may be something more between you after, on the last night out, Colby ‘scared away’ the guy you wanted to take home. He thought you didn’t notice what he did, but you saw the whole thing… flash forward to a party and after you turn Colby down, he does everything in his power to make you jealous…

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, dom!reader x Colby, sub!colby, unprotected sex, bad language, creampie, bit of filth, Colby making reader jealous, using someone, argument.

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The music blared as the colourful lights bounced around the club. The entire room filled with sweaty bodies among the machine induced fog. You were on another night out with your best friends. This had became a weekly occurrence for the friend group, as you were all so busy, Saturday night outs were the perfect way to ensure that you could still stay in touch amongst the chaos of your lives.

The night was going amazingly. You had hit it off with the cutest guy, he was hot as fuck and actually seemed like a nice guy. You had just headed to the bathroom after telling the girls how hard you were going to rock his world later on tonight. But all of that changed as you walked out of the bathroom to see Colby, near the bar, stood with the guy. And the way he was talking did not seem very nice. The guy stepped back from Colby before holding up his hands and walking away. Your blood boiled as the guy headed in your direction.

“Hey! Where are you going?” You said trying to mask your confusion.

“I.. uh… I gotta go sorry.” He said abruptly as he walked quickly away from you. You look back at Colby after watching him leave, your face dropped massively as you began to walk over to him. Your body rising with both confusion and anger. Colby noticed you heading his way as his eyes fell wide.

“What the fuck are you doing, Colby?” You shouted over the loud music as the guy you had hit it off with hurried away.

Colby looked at you wide eyed, he didn’t think he would get caught chasing that guy away, “I- I just…”

You stood, shocked as you waited for him to speak, but he didn’t, “what did you say to him?”

“I just… you don’t want to be banging a guy like that y/n!” He shouted back.

You covered for eyes trying to comprehend what was happening, but the truth was… you had no idea. “Why on earth are you telling me who I can and can’t bang all of a sudden!” You shouted.

Colby downed the rest of his drink, trying to find the right words to say, but the truth is, he didn’t know either. “You deserve better than that, y/n…”

You froze, confused. Was it the alcohol that was making him act like this? “Colby… I don’t get it. I’m not looking to marry that guy!”

Colby’s heart began beating fast as he felt his stomach do a flip, thinking of you being with that guy… or any guy, “you need to just… stop sleeping with the first guy you see!” Colby shouted, his feelings all over the place and the alcohol certainly not helping. You heart broke as you tried to understand what he meant by that comment. Your eyes started to fill at his whore insinuation.

Colby froze, he realised just how bad that sounded, “y/n… I didn’t-“

“Fuck you colby…” you said your eyes almost pouring. You quickly pushed past him heading for the door of the club.

Colby sighed feeling frustrated with himself, hurting you was the complete opposite of what he was aiming for tonight. “Y/n! Wait!” You couldn’t hear him over the music as you finally reached the door, pushing past the crowd into the street. The fresh air hitting you refreshingly as you stood. Your tears beginning to roll down your makeup covered cheeks.

“Y/n!” Colby shouted as he manoeuvred around the people entering the club.

You spun around, more annoyed than ever, “what Colby?” You shouted, fed up.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it like that.” Colby said grabbing your arms as you looked everywhere but at him.

“Oh really…” you said rolling your eyes, “because it sounded like you were calling me a whore, to me…”

“No no no…” Colby said with panic on his voice, “I don’t think you’re a whore, I could never think that… you’re not!” He babbled.

“Then what the fuck Colby?” You shouted, as you walked away from him. You couldn’t take this confused situation any longer.

“I just… the truth is…” Colby said his voice softening as he looked at the back of your head, “I couldn’t stand to see you with him.”

Your stomach filled with butterflies as your brain fumbled for an answer to what Colby meant. “I don’t get what you mean Colby! So what… I can’t fuck somebody because… what? Because you don’t like the look of us together?”

“No it’s not that I-“ Colby couldn’t speak, his heart was telling him one thing, but he brain was saying another.

“Then what Colby? What the fuck are you doing?” You said annoyed, “why are you being like this?!”

Colby suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and before you realised what was happening, his lips were pressed tightly against yours. He caught you completely off guard. So you pulled back, looking at him shocked. Granted that yours and Colby friendship was predominantly late night drives, sexual tension and flirtatious banter, but you had already had this conversation before… your friendship meant too much to you both to risk.

Colby looked at you, slightly embarrassed and annoyed at himself, “I’m sorry…” he said letting go of your face taking a step back.

“What is going on Colby?” You asked, desperate for some answers at this point.

“I couldn’t stand to see you with him, because…” Colby took a deep breath before finishing, “because I think I… I like you.” He looked at the floor, his cheeks flushing red. You had never seen Colby like this. Not with you, not with anymore.

You chuckled nervously, “Colbs… we talked about this…” you said softly, your anger melting away.

“I know…” Colby said, slightly disheartened as he looked at the floor.

“Our friendship, it’s too great for us to lose…” you said honestly. But all you could think about was how his lips felt on yours. And how deep down, you wanted nothing more than to feel that all over again. After all, throughout your friendship you often had dreamed of what it would be like.

Colby stopped, his hands on his hips as he took a deep breath to look at you. He sighed as he spoke, “no. You know what? Fuck that.” He said as your eyebrows frowned in confusion. “I think… wait no I know that I want you, y/n.”

Your eyes fell wide. You didn’t know what to do, or feel.

Colby took a step closer to you as he continued, “I think you should give me a chance.” He said with a smirk.

‘The alcohol… I must be the alcohol’ you thought to yourself as you chuckled, “Colby… your drunk-“

“So what, doesn’t mean it’s not the truth!” Colby said with an excited smile on his face.

“And… you know you couldn’t handle me.” You said back with a smirk.

Colby bit his lip, loving the flirtatious banter, “I think I’ll be just fine, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t lie, the way he called you sweetheart made your heart twitch and your clit to pulsate. You took a step closer to him, looking deep into his eyes. You could hear Colby swallow hard, maybe he did really want you after all. You smirked as you spoke, “no Colby… I ain’t no one’s submissive.” You could hear Colby’s breath shake as his jaw fell slack.

You winked before walking away. As Colby snapped back to reality he quickly shouted after you, “you watch y/n! I’ll have you cracking in no time!”

You didn’t turn back but you couldn’t help but smile at his words as you continued on your path.

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Throughout the following week, Colby truly tried his hardest. The flirting turned up to 100, the glances across the room, the carefully placed hands on your body as he moved past you. You must admit, you were close to cracking multiple times this week. But the truth was, you didn’t even know if you did want Colby in the same way. You’ve seen for yourself, how he could be with other girls, and you yourself usually slept around with no strings attached. But not with friends, especially Colby. He meant far too much to you, and you really weren’t willing to risk what you already have.

The next Saturday rolled around rather quickly, but this time, you were all invited to a party at the old trap house. Everyone was going to be there.

As you pulled up outside the house, Sam and Jake quickly jumped out from the backseats as you unbuckled your belt, “y/n, wait.” Colby said before you opened your door.

You turned to him quickly, “yeah?” Your excitement for this party having your mood so high right now.

“This is the last time I’m going to ask this…” Colby started as you sighed with a smile. “Please will you go in there as my date tonight?” You could see the plead in his eyes but you couldn’t shake the feeling.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and a slight chuckle, “Colby, we’ve talked about this…”

“I know! But I know that…” Colby hands lifted up to move the hair out of your face, your breath catching in your throat, “you’re this close to cracking.” He said with a smirk.

You quickly snapped yourself out of his gaze. He was right, you were that close to cracking but you were terrified of it would it mean for you both, your friendship if things didn’t work out. “God Colby!” You laughed, “why can’t you just go in there and you know… be your normal self for me?” You said with puppy dog eyes. Colby has had enough of the game and the chase, he was making you crack tonight. Then it hit him, this was his opportunity. The thing that would really make you crack after everything he’s tried this week.

“Fine.” He said with a smile, “you have your wish, sweetheart. I will be my normal self.” Colby said with a mischievous look on his face.

“Thank you!” You said with a sigh, “now come on!” You laughed as you climbed out of the car.

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The party was going great, the alcohol flowed nicely as you and your friends danced and socialised. You were very tipsy at this point, not quite drunk yet as you looked around for him. Colby. He was no where to be seen. You quickly found Tara who was taking shots with Jared in the kitchen. “Hey guys, have you seen Colby?” You asked as Tara excitedly spun around at the sound of your voice.

“Hey!” She smiled as she handed you a shot, “yes! He was right here…” Tara looked around confused as he suddenly seen Colby heading your way, “oh there he is!”

You turned around to see Colby walking over to you with the smuggest look on his face. “Oh hey y/n.” He said with a cheery tone.

“Hey! I was looking for you!” You shouted over the music with a smile.

Colby bit his lip as he began making a drink, “oh I’m sorry!” He said with a tone you no longer recognised, “I was just busy my new lady friend over there.” He leaned down to you and pointed over at the tall brunette girl, with a figure out of this world. You couldn’t help but feel your heart sink slightly. Colby noticed the look the on your face as you looked at her. “Isn’t she hot?” Colby said with that smug look back on his face.

‘What is he up to?’ You thought to yourself. And it wasn’t long before you figured it out. He was trying to make you jealous. You chuckled to yourself as you refused to let him win this way. You turned to face him. “Yeah she is, I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You said a smirk. Colby was taking back slightly, he thought he had you but I guess he needed to go harder.

“Thank you,” he said with a patronising tone, “I think I’m in for a very good night tonight.. don’t you?” He said as the corners of his mouth turned upwards.

You looked back at the girl who sat taking selfies on the sofa, waiting for Colby’s return. “Oh yeah,” you nodded, “make sure you get her STD results.” You said with a smug look on your face. Colby’s mouth dropped wide at your comment. This was getting to you, it was working, and Colby could see that. But before he could reply, you quickly downed the shot that was in your hand, throwing the cup to the side. “Later Colbs.” You smiled as he quickly hurried away from him.

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The Evening was moving quickly as most of the party had began to disperse. You all sat around the living area, Colby and that girl directly on the other side of the room from you. You couldn’t help it, your teeth began to grind and your heart began to beat fast. He was really pushing every single one of your buttons. His eyes constantly glancing at you. The way his stare buried into you made your body rise in heat and the need to rip his clothes off more and more intense. But no. You are not giving in. That is until now. Colby looked at you once again as your eyes met his, he gave you a ‘last chance’ look as you rolled your eyes shaking your head.

Colby sighed slightly, this was it. This was his last chance and if what he does next doesn’t work, then maybe you really don’t want him. He looked back at the girl sitting close up beside him, who was still talking away. He took a deep breath before checking that you were looking, and once he felt your eyes on him, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face, “yeah that’s really great!” He said as he wasn’t listening to a word she said. He quickly leaned in, connecting their lips.

Your eyes fell wide as anger and jealously filled your entire body. You really didn’t realise just how badly affected you were by this until right now. Seeing him, his lips on another. You bit your tongue. Your jaw flexed as you quickly stood from your seat heading for the staircase. Colby pulled away from the kiss and looked in your direction. He saw the look on your face and guilt hit him like a truck. As you reached the stairs you stopped, looking back him one last time. You tilted your head signalling that you wanted him to follow you. He had practically fawned at your feet all week, and tonight he tortured you with the deadly sin jealously. Enough was enough.

You headed upstairs into the room that used to Colby’s many years ago. As you looked around the room and saw how different it looked suddenly you heard him enter, his presence making your body cover in goosebumps.

“Y/n…” he said softly as he walked up behind you. “Look, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-“ as he spoke he lifted his hand up to touch your back.

You spun around quickly, cutting him off as you stood on your tip toes connecting your lips, in a deep kiss. After a moment, Colby sunk into the surprised kiss as he grabbed your face with both hands, deepening the connection. Everything got heated. Quick. As you pulled away catching your breath as you spoke, “I’m so pissed at you right now.” You said as you leaned back in.

“Oh yeah…” Colby mumbled against your lips, lifting his arms to grab your jacket, quickly pulling it over your shoulders and down your arms.

“You’ve tortured me all night.” You spoke into the kiss as you also began to remove his clothes. Colby’s hands trailed all over your body as you walked him over to the bed. Just as the back of his legs hit the frame, you pulled away looking at the hungry look on Colby’s face. You quickly pushed his chest with force as he landed on the bed just left in his boxers. You looked down on his, so much frustration and passion fuelling you as you spoke, you voice dominant, “if we’re doing this… we’re doing this my way.” Colby eyes fell wide as he watched you climbed on top of him. He had been waiting a long time for this. He wasn’t use to not having control, but damn. The way you moved, the way you spoke, he was under your spell.

You connected your lips once again in another deep and passionate kiss. Colby pulled you closer as he thrusted his hips up into your pelvis. He groaned into the kiss and you could feel how desperate he was becoming as his bulge hardened against you. You leaned up, looking down at him as his hands gripped your hips. “So You did all this, because you want me?” You said with a smirk. Colby nodded his head as he bit his lip. You thought for a moment as you sat up on him, your core pressed down on his rock hard dick. You moved slightly earning a desperate wince from him, “would you have fucked that girl tonight? Be honest.” You asked in a demanding tone.

Colby took a deep breath, “yeah.” He said softly. But fuck, that turned you on even more.

You looked down on him as his heart pounded out his chest, the view of you sitting on top of him being the best he’s ever seen you. “What do you want Colby?”

Colby’s eyes looked up and down your body as he hands traced up to your waist, “you…” he said softly. “Fuck, I want you so fucking badly.” He said as he buckled his hips.

You licked your lips as you saw Colby swallow hard, you leaned down, your lips pressed against his ear, “oh yeah.” You placed a kiss just below his lobe.

Colby inhaled sharply as he nodded, “ye-yeah.” You kissed along his neck, grinding your hips down on him more intensely, “then beg…” you demanded your lips kissing and sucking down to his collar bone.

Colby gasped, he’s never begged before… he’s always had girls begging for him, he was completely out of his comfort zone, however, the way he felt about you, compared to no other. “P… please, y/n.” His voice shook as he spoke.

“Please what baby?” You mumbled against his skin.

“Fuck…” Colby breathed out as you began to move your hips quicker, “please ride me… I need to be inside you.”

The desperation in Colby’s voice made your clit ache and your entrance drip. You wanted to punish him for the way he’d been acting, but the truth was, you also needed him now. More than anything. You quickly jumped up off him, “boxers off. Now.” You demanded as he nodded, taking them off as quickly as he could. You slid your panties down your legs as you threw them to the side. “Come here.” You said as Colby sat up on the edge of the bed.

You quickly straddled his lap as you felt his dripping tip tease your soaking core. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.” Colby said as he reached his hands up to cup your face. You quickly wrapped one arm around his neck as the other held his dick in place as Colby gasped, feeling your hand around him. You slowly slid down on him, earning groans from the both of your mouths. You began to move up and down on him, as you both groaned out in unison. This was everything you’d both ever dreamed of, if not better. Maybe he was right, maybe you two should risk it all, because damn, so far… it was so fucking worth it. Your speed picked up as Colby kissed along your jaw and down your neck, his hands kneading your breasts as you bounced on top of him. “Fuck y/n… I’m so glad you crack.” Colby spoke between moans.

“Shut the fuck, and make me cum.” You spoke with a forceful tone. Colby loved this side of you. He never thought he would enjoy not having the control for once.

Your head flung back in pleasure as you bounced on his cock and your walls clenched around him, “fuck, yes mam.” Colby said excitedly as he quickly stood up flipping you both over. His dick still exactly where it needed to be.

He wasted no time and began pounding into you, both of you already so close to orgasm after the night you’ve had. “Fuck… Im not gonna last much longer baby.” Colby said as he groaned deeply, he breath shaking from each thrust.

“Don’t you fucking dare cum yet,” you demanded as your words made Colby melt and his dick twitch. You grabbed his hand as you moved it towards your clit, “touch me.” You gasped. Desperate to be sent flying over the edge.

Colby didn’t hesitate and as he pounded he rubbed your clit vigorously, your head flying back in pleasure as you moaned louder than ever. “Fuck, that’s it baby.” Colby said as he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second as he tried his hardest not to cum.

“Fuck Colby!” You cried out as that familiar knot appeared in your stomach.

“Please baby, cum for me. I can’t hold it any longer.” He begged as moved quicker and deeper, his fingers rubbing quickly as he could.

“Fuckkkk.” You groaned, “now!” You cried out as your orgasm hit you fulled speed and a string of expletives left your mouth mixed with moans.

Colby dick twitched as he called out, “fuck y/n!” His hot cum filling you up as he groaned deeply. His thrusts slowing down as he rode out both of your highs. You both tried to catch your breath as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum following along. He quickly dropped himself, lying next to you on the bed. “Fuck…” you whispered with a smile from ear to ear.

You chuckled, “tell me about it.” Your heart pounded as heat radiated through your body.

Colby turned his head to look at you, “never thought I’d enjoy being a sub so much.”

You laughed looking at the ceiling, “after the shit you pulled tonight…” you turned to look at him, “you’re in for one hell of a night.” You said as you bit your lips.

Colby’s eyes fell wide with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. “Bring it on baby.”

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not to get book conspiracy theory on main BUT I personally think that Elucien fits Guilty as sin? (the new tswift song sjm posted on her story) if she is doing a little hint to the next acotar book

Not to be soooo literal but the “without ever touching his skin” works more for Lucien than azriel as literally elain has never touched lucien. Shes touched and almost kissed azriel, theres no not touching there.

I also think the theme of guilt works more with elucien then elriel. Yeah rhysand told azriel to not get with elain, which people take to say FORBIDDEN which. Get off the floor thats not forbidden at all lmao. BUT i can see elain feeling guilt for wanting lucien because of how the IC acts and talks about lucien. Hes treated like shit even by feyre, who’s supposed to be his friend. Hes constantly sent away and the ic keeps him away from elain. That gives a mindset of “i have a choice, but even if hes the one i want to choose my family acts like they dont want that for me.”

Also the theme of being locked away in a previous relationship makes me think of elain being kinda trapped in velaris. Shes said before she wants to travel but the ic is such a guilt tripping little gaslighting group thats power hungry. they dont want elain to leave cause then they wont havw her seer power. You know im right.

Also 2/3 bat boys are with archeron sisters. why not get all three? that would be perfection for the ic wouldnt it? all three sisters, who are all extremely powerful in their own ways, related to rhysand? girlll. A rejected mate bond might be fresh for the series but if its elain picking a bat boy it immediately takes away all the funky freshness. Also the whole point of this series is fated mates, sjm would literally be retconning her own work for that (which. she has done before but like)

I just find elriel the infinitely more boring ship. Azriel is honestly bland as fuck, especially in comparison to THE Lucien. Elain has already shown she has the potential for so much depth and character and if she does end up with a bat boy that book will be 90% the most boring smut you have ever read with azriel objectifying her body (which he has lowkey already down. just like the other batboys and their mates. im tired)

Anyway im an elucien truther and lover no matter what. they are the superior and more interesting ship. which means sjm may fuck it up, she has a track record *sigh*

#acotar #anti elriel #pro elucien #pro elain #pro lucien vanserra #If ur an elriel and u see this SCROLLLL #If u wanna yap go do it on ur own post #anti e/riel

[bestworstcase]

Oscar/Ozpin telling Jaune to rewrite the story of the Rusted Knight in his mind and to focus on the good times to remind himself what his whole ordeal was for...

Someone's very pushing their own bad habit of rewriting things in their mind to try to make sense of things onto Jaune, even if it's intended to be helpful in this case.

/pensive flat eyed look.

tbh i think it’s less oz saying “rewrite the past in your mind” than it is oz recognizing that the existence of ‘the girl who fell through the world’ as this beloved children’s story Everyone Knows is part of what’s fucking with jaune’s head now—because jaune fell into the ever after with a preconceived notion of who ‘the rusted knight’ is and what’s supposed to happen, and as soon as he recognized Himself as the rusted knight that familiarity turned into essentially a belief in predetermination, that he had to make sure things happened like they did in the story. which of course they didn’t, because the story was never real to begin with.

(there are some very direct parallels to be drawn here with the divine mandate; the corruptive force in ozma’s story is not his love of stories but his belief that what the god of light foretold is inevitable, that there are no other choices but the binary annihilation-or-subjugation. and with ‘fairytales of remnant’ being the way it is, i do think his fairytales are as much about preserving the truth for himself as they are a propagandistic tool—like there’s a reason he wrote the girl in the tower and a reason he put that story back-to-back with the gift of the moon at the end of his anthology, yknow?)

so at this point the story as jaune would tell it is—what he told ruby and weiss in the ever after, castigating himself for not even being able to live up to a make believe hero, fucking up the story so badly that alyx poisoned him. finding out that lewis made it home and wrote the story as he wished it could have happened and having that moment with the memory of alyx in the tree eased the burden a little, but that is still fundamentally how jaune remembers his time in the ever after, as his failure to live up to a make-believe standard.

and i think ozma’s point is that jaune should try to stop focusing on His Failures (measured by the distance between himself and the character of the rusted knight) by thinking about what really happened, how and why these kids became so important to him, before everything went wrong. what was it all for? jaune didn’t care so much because the rusted knight was supposed to be kind and helpful; he cared because he’s a caring person and he tried his hardest to help them get home safely.

’cause if jaune can shift his perspective on the beginning, then freeing himself from the burden of the Idea of the rusted knight, the Idea that ‘the girl who fell through the world’ was how things were Meant to go (and he messed it up) becomes not just easier but possible at all.

i think it’s telling that one of the things he remembers is lewis promising to write the story to help jaune—he’d long forgotten that by the time the girls found him, but imagine how remembering it now will change his perspective on ‘the girl who fell through the world’. the discrepancies aren’t because jaune failed; lewis isn’t in the story because lewis made it home, and wrote the book in the hope of guiding alyx and jaune home too. the rusted knight is characterized the way he is in the book because that is who jaune really was to lewis; jaune spent decades beating himself up for not living up to someone else’s perception of him. and now he can revisit the story through the lens of this being How Lewis Saw Him, not real but true.

#ozma’s bad habit is being cynical about the fairytales—using them as propaganda and refusing to engage with them honestly

[vitamindropp]

beomgyu as your (soon to be) boyfriend^^ PT.3

notes:GUY IM DRAGGING THIS OUT TOO MUCH HOW DO I STOP SEND HELP anyways

warnings: cursing, gaslighting (not in an evil way!) reader uses she/her pronouns NOT PROOFREAD!!!

as soon as your alarm went off at 7:30 you sprung out of bed making sure you had enough time to look presentable

you ended up finishing way earlier than you expected so you just decided to head out

beomgyu took a shower and put on his outfit that his friends hounded him all night about and hoped you would like it

just the thought of both of y’all just walking around in the aquarium was way too much for his heart to handle

and if he wasn’t giggly before, he definitely was now that you sent him a message

you: good morning!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

WHY WERE SHE SO CUTE he thought before he responds he texts the gc real quick

beomgyu:SHE WANTS ME SO BAD🔥💯

soobin: she has to be insane if she’s into you

beomgyu: DONT HATE ME CAUSE YOU AINT ME🤫

beomgyu: im sorry don’t leave me im so nervous idk what to do

beomgyu: HELLO?????

he texts you for a bit then decides to head off

on the whole drive there he was practicing what to say to you and how he should respond, his heart was beating so fast he was concerned for his wellbeing.

you get there at 10:45 expecting to be early.. but you see him already waiting at the entrance pacing back and forth while hold a otter stuffed animal

he greets you and you and hands you the stuffed animal nervously while avoiding eye contact, and you say

“Omg tysm its so cute!! how did you know i liked otters?”

he’s fucked. HE’S COOKED. HE FOUND THAT OUT THROUGH YOUR INSTAGRAM LAST NIGHT WHEN HE TOLD YOU GOODNIGHT HE FOUND YOUR INSTAGRAM AND LEARNT YOUR WHOLE LIFE STORY (not in a stalker way!) YOU DIDNT TELL HIM THAT SO THERE IS SO REASON HE SHOULD KNOW BUT HE DOES.

he can’t say that he found out about your insta because you didn’t even give him it so he decided that the best option was to gaslight you

“Oh you told me while we were doing the project in the library!”

“Really? I don’t rememb- YOU DID”

you just choose to ignore it because you most likely did mention it you just can’t remember atm (🤫)

you guys spent the whole day together just talking while walking around and taking photos of everything cute you guys saw and took some photos together as well!

before you guys parted ways to go back home he walked you to where you were parked (GENTLEMEN FRR🙏)

before he could even say anything you grab his collar and give him a kiss on his cheek and told him how you had so much fun today and how you would love to do it again while your cheeks burn up

you immediately rush into your car before he could even speak, because that was so out of character for you but you just couldn’t help it!! he was so sweet and looked so cute i mean how could you NOT kiss him?? it’s not your fault!

he completely forgot what he was even going to tell you and just stood there for a second holding his cheek

as you’re driving through the parking lot you see him again and while barely recovering from the embarrassment and he motions for you to pull your window down

you do so and he yells

“DOES THAT MEAN WE ARE GOING ON A SECOND DATE?”

he had heads turning from miles away with how loud he was and you saw that so you just nodded really fast and drove off before he could make you and redder and you can make another mistake

he drove back home with the biggest smile EVER and just giggling like crazy

you updated the gc ASAP

you: i kissed him.

chaewon: YOU WHAT???

yeri: HUH?????

jiheon: WHERE DID YOU KISS HIM?

winter: NAHHHHHH

you responded to jiheon: i just kissed him on the cheek

chaewon: JUST???

jiheon: oh ok that’s not even that bad

yeri: YES IT IS FYM????

winter: wait what led up to it did you just kiss him or what??

yeri: JUST CALL I NEED TO KNOW IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN

you called the groupchat and explained how your whole date went

little did you know that beomgyu was doing the exact same thing

beomgyu: GUYSSHEISSME

soobin: huh?

taehyun: She what?

beomgyu: KISSED MEEHEH

soobin: is this the demons speaking or did this deadass happen😟

yeonjun: how is he getting more play than me.

kai: i knew she liked you!!

soobin: didn’t you just said earlier that we need to free ___ from beomgyu

kai: shhh that was in the past🤫

beomgyu: YO????

beomgyu: anyways you are all invited to our wedding!

yeonjun: lets votekick beomgyu out

beomgyu: STOP BEING A HATER SMH👎

after the call with your friends he texted you goodnight and how he didn’t get a chance to tell you how he had so much fun as well

you were screaming into your pillow while kicking your feet

you guys talked for a bit then eventually told each other good night

WITH ANOTHER DATE PLANNED FOR NEXT WEEKEND🤭

more notes: stop why am i actually cheesing over this its getting bad out here… anyways! TYSM FOR READING <33

#Spotify #beomgyu soft thoughts #choi beomgyu fluff #beomgyu soft hours #beomgyu fluff #choi beomgyu #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #txt fluff #txt x reader #txt x you #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you so much for sending me this!

I am proud of so many of my fics and I'm not even fully sure how to go about this, so... I guess I will just make one rec from each of the fandoms I have written for?

(Warning for some blood in gifs below - but generally there is blood and violence in this fics anyway, so...)

From DC Titans:

No Place Like Home on AO3 - Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Disabled!Reader x Jason Todd. Friends to Lovers. (Poly Soulmates). Smut, Angst, Hurt and Comfort with a Happy Ending. 90k across 7 chapters. When Jason leaves the Titans broken and battered, he gets set on a dangerous path. It's up to you and Gar, the two people who care about him the most, to bring him home.

Oh, another day on the assembly line, everybody better march in time,

Cause the factory don't care why, you been sayin' coulda, shoulda, woulda.

(There's no place like home. There's no place like home.)

If I could recommend one singular fic and say 'this fic encapsulates my style and summarises everything I am proud of when it comes to writing fanfiction' - this would be it.

I have so much to say about this fic and a lot of it I probably have already said it - but basically, this fic is the reason I started writing. I started writing long before I actually wrote this fic, but everything I have ever sought in terms of creative satisfaction came from this fic. This feels like my orgasmic climax in terms of creating things.

And if this fic is something I could be buried with, I would be proud. If this fic is something that people remember me for, I would be so fucking proud. (Which is not likely, because it's from a very small fandom and I know people are gonna remember me for fics from bigger fandoms that are way more popular, and I wish I could shove this fic in the faces of people who read my other popular fics and make them read it lmao.)

If for some reason I had to quit writing right now - I would be most proud of this singular piece. Especially because so much of this fic, the characters, and the dynamics has been inspired by my real life relationship with my lovers, and the reader character was inspired by my struggle with disability and coping with the loss of control as I became more disabled over time - but having my lovers there for me made that loss of control easier to swallow. It's about how trauma can ruin you and letting someone love you when you are broken is one of the hardest things you can do, but one of the most radical and most rewarding. If you ever liked my writing and my style, even if you don't like Titans - please go and read this.

From The Walking Dead:

(I know this gif is sad but it fits the fic so well.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't on AO3 - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Poly Relationship. Smut and Heavy Angst (No Happy Ending). Set during Season 3, Episode 4. 7k (Oneshot). You are bitten by a Walker while trying to help get Glenn and Maggie to safety, and you are facing your last hours of life. And in those last hours, you only have one wish - to have sex with your partners one last time. Luckily for you, they would do anything for you, and they can’t help but to oblige.

Oh no this isn't how our story ends,

So hold me tight, hold me tight. (Or don't.)

This fic has had some more attention lately, since I have been wanting to write for The Walking Dead again, and I just really want to re-state - I fucking love this fic. This idea came to me so randomly and struck me like lighting and I am so happy that this fic came to fruition. This fic represents so many things that I am excited about writing - poly relationships, relating the themes of sex and death, sad endings (I weirdly prefer writing sad or melancholic endings instead of traditional happy ones).

I am really proud of this fic. If you can handle angst, you should go read it.

From Criminal Minds:

From Your Lips on Tumblr - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 2, Episode 15. 3k (Oneshot). After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankel farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind with a loving touch.

So, most of my Criminal Minds fics have done really well and don't need to be recommended just because it's a really popular fandom, but JJ fics don't really do well? Idk why she's not a popular character?

But I love this fic. I had so much fun working on this fic, and working in the religious references and imagery from the show - this fic was just so much fun for me. And I think it needs more love.

From The Last of Us:

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) on AO3 - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Enemies with Benefits. Smut and Angst. Set during the main events of Part II. 8k (Oneshot). You and Abby truly hate each other. So when you find Abby handcuffed inside an elevator, instead of being kind and just letting her out, you make her pay a certain price for the key.

I fucking hate you - but I love you.

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled.

You're good at being perfect, we're good at being troubled.

There are so many fics from TLOU that I loved writing and that I'm really proud of, but this one really caught my eye on the list. I love writing about conflict, and I really love writing reader characters who are so bitchy and just cause conflict. (Maybe it's because I'm so nice irl and I never cause conflict, I get out all my internal chaos in writing characters who shit disturb and cause chaos all the time.)

I loved writing this because it's so non-traditional. It's not sappy, it's not romantic - again, it has a really melancholic ending. The characters are so toxic for each other (which is also something I love writing - because it's horrible for relationships irl, but for fiction it's so interesting to explore and observe).

I think this is one of my best, most interesting fics and I really loved doing it.

From Harry Potter:

King For A Day on Tumblr - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader. (Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger). FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with slight Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows. 22k (Oneshot). While Horcrux Hunting with your closest friends, the dangerous influence of Slytherin’s Locket causes Ron to snap. And it turns out - he brings on something that everyone in the tent really needed.

You told me think about it - well I did.

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.

I'm tired of beggin' for the things that I want.

I'm over sleepin' like a dog on the floor.

Imagine living like a King someday - a single night without a ghost in the walls.

I have spoken about this fic at length, and how this was a spirtual awaken for me - if No Place Like Home was a culmination of everything I am as an artist, then this fic is an echo of those things. Again, I fucking love writing about poly relationships - and I think this fic has one thing that was missing from No Place Like Home. And that is exploring each individual thread of a poly relationship and how someone interacts with each person in the relationship outside of the poly group functioning as a whole. That is definitely a strong suit of this fic.

Also it's amazing filthy nasty smut, which is something I love writing, and something I am really talented at.

From Stranger Things:

I'm Still Standing on AO3 - Nancy Wheeler x Fem Disabled/Chronically Ill Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Angst, Smut, (slight Fluff). Hurt and Comfort. Happy Ending. Set during Season 4. 37k across 3 chapters. You start having horrible waking nightmares, but you don’t want to worry your best friend Nancy by telling her. She’s already occupied trying to chase down a trans-dimensional killer wizard, and you are convinced that the two problems aren’t possibly related.

There's a cold and lonely light that shines from you,

And you wind up like the wreck you hide, behind that mask you use.

This fic is so interesting.

I wrote this fic shortly after Season 4 came out - and even though I had a few fics for Stranger Things that were pretty popular, everyone just collectively ignored this one? And I know for a fact that it is because Nancy is the love interest. I know that if I had picked Steve or Eddie as the love interest for this fic, then this fic would be just as popular as my other ST fics - but because the subject matter is so deeply personal, I connected with the scenes of Nancy kicking ass at the hospital and worked from there.

(And tbh, if I had to choose a male love interest for this concept, I probably would have chosen Billy, because I relate to him on so many deep personal levels.)

Literally everything in this fic is very personal to me - this is all about my own raw traumas. From the abusive father to the extreme medical trauma to the strained caretaker mother, to the older sister who distances herself from it all - even though this is set in the universe of Stranger Things - this is the story of my life. And idk if I would have wanted it to be a more popular fic, because it is so personal? But I am upset that I worked so hard on it and so many parts of it are so raw, and nobody really saw it. I am upset that I had the bravery to post something so personal and it was just - crickets.

There are so many parts of this fic that I am so insanely proud of. The horror sequences are something that I worked so hard on - not just with the emotion of translating my own trauma, but I wanted to make something honestly scary and I wanted to pay tribute to the tension and emotion and visuals of all my favourite horror media - including Stranger Things and the beautifully tense horror aspects of Season 4. And this is another fic that I feel truly, absolutely represents me as a person to my core. And I feel like it's worth reading if you wanna know more about me and who I am.

(And lastly)

From misc. horror fandoms:

No Brainer on AO3 - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Based on the film Mayhem from 2017. 7k (Oneshot). When you are the last person alive with an elevator key that Derek and Melanie desperately need, you agree to make a trade. Turns out, when what you're asking for is a threesome - you don't drive too hard of a bargain.

This is one of my favourite fics of all time. This is proof that I do not write for popularity - this fic is written for a fandom on AO3 with a total of five fics FIVE (including mine) and 2 of them are about characters from other media experiencing the plot of this movie as an AU, and mine is the only fic that is x reader. So I didn't just fill a niche - I looked where there was no niche and I dug a hole.

But like - Steven Yeun. Yes, I fell in love with Glenn from TWD, but this is a movie where he is also covered in blood, and rather than being Glenn's meek, reserved self (which I love) - he is outraged and swearing and killing and it makes me foam at the mouth. And I am already in love with Samara Weaving from The Babysitter - so this is literally a killer combination.

My bisexual ass did not even finish the film before I was typing out this fic on my phone.

And I am so happy that I wrote it - because sometimes you just need a self indulgent, blood covered smut.

And you guys can read it too if you want <3

#sundrop answers #fanfiction #mickisnotclever #my lovely moots #jason todd x reader #gar logan x reader #glenn rhee x reader #maggie greene x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #abby anderson x reader #ron weasley x reader #harry potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #mayhem 2017

[meowzilla93]

this is a rant, vent, jumble of words im feeling and need to get it out of my system because im a little done

please scroll along if you dont wanna read, or dont, i dont control you

it never ceases to amaze me just how cruel people in fandoms can be. cruel, mean, hyprocritical, straight up dumb.

dont get me wrong, these people are a minority. i have found myself amongst the best sort of people in fandoms i am a part of and couldnt be happier for the friendships i have made from them.

but this incredibly loud minority piss me off to no end. i stay away from any sort of discourse, silently watching from the background and watch thing blow up over trivial matters, and then learn who to avoid in those circles and move on with my life

but when i see, what i consider to be blatant bullying, to someone i hold dear, i dont want to be quiet anymore. im not a loud figure, im a tiny blog that loves to simp over 2d characters, a tiny stream channel that i interact with like minded people. and i mean i am TINY, im barely a blip on this wide web. so anything i say, it doesnt go anywhere, so still, i stay silent until i cant anymore.

so lets get to the crux of the matter.

if you dont like a character, you dont get to make others feel bad about liking them. i dont care if you think they are problematic, if you dont like their story, their look, or simply the fact that they exist

you dont get to make someone feel bad for finding a connection with them and loving them

you dont get to attack them about liking the character, passively or aggressively, you dont get to make fun of them and any of the work they do around them. you have no right to take it upon yourself and make someone feel like they dont belong just because they like a character that you dont

if you dont like the character, dont fucking interact, its that bloody simple. scroll away. mute the tag, mute the channel, whatever. just walk away

interacting with someones content for the pure purpose to make fun of it is cruel. you are making it public that you want to demean the person for what they enjoy. and the worst thing is, if you catch the attention of the younger audience, they learn that they get to act that way, and this kind of online activity only gets worse

it already has gotten worse. man, im a millenial and i thought keyboard warriors when i was in highschool and older where bad. these days the younger generation feel justified to think that they can say whatever they want and suffer no consequences of those actions. i see it in so many fandom discourses. its horrible

but they learn from the worst of us on the internet. the more they see the cruel interactions, the more they think its okay to act that way. and without a doubt, fandoms will end up being incredibly toxic environments that people wont feel comfortable to exist in anymore.

every fandom has a toxic space, its unfortunate but it is true. i wish it wasnt

and the smaller the fandom, the louder this toxic group is

it just fucking sucks. and watching people i care about be treated so badly hurts because all i can do is be their support. an ear, a shoulder, just someone they can vent to. but it doesnt stop the fact that they got hurt and i cant do anything about it

god i dont even know what this even turned into. im tired, im upset, im just so frustrated.

why cant people just be nice?

if you managed to read all the way down here, man i applaud you. that was a great mess of thoughts, i still have many more but at this point i feel like i would be repeating myself

please, just. be kind guys. its not that hard, i swear it

to all my moots, honestly, i love you guys. seeing all your work and love you put into your creations gives me life and brightens my day. dont ever stop loving your craft and your fav characters just because someone decided to be a prick.

#meow rants! #honestly if you read this you are a champion lol #do good #be nice #this really is just a jumble of thoughts i needed to get out and what better place than a tiny blog #i wish i could do more but alas this is all im good for #to all my moots i love you all

[tathrin]

I know I always say that all comments on AO3 are good comments, but...y'all I just got one and I do not know how to respond.

Like, okay? Thanks I'm glad (sincerely) that you liked the world building (especially since this story is like 80% world building anyway shhh) but I'm not really sure how to reply to the rest?

Sorry that the villain who's spent years manipulating and lying to our oblivious smith-lord wasn't wholly and utterly devoted to him the whole way through this story...? Sorry that Sauron the Deceiver got distracted and thought about his ex while he was telepathically forcing his new lover to choke and bloody him the way Morgoth used to...?

I mean, this is a ship that canonically ends with one of them torturing the other one to death, after revealing that he'd betrayed and deceived him from the start, so maybe it's not going to be very "relationship goals" along the way, idk?

I'm just so confused. This story is 25k+ of Sauron manipulating, torturing (consensually), and then fucking the hell out of Celebrimbor; I'm not going to remove the silvergifting ship-tag from it just because maybe 200 words of that are spent referencing Morgoth. All three ships involved were tagged so you had to expect that angbang was going to get mentioned at least a little, so I'm not really sure what you want from me here...

(What I want is context. If you're going to leave a complaint like this, at least explain to me why and how and what you wanted or expected instead, okay? Don't just leave me hanging like this.)

Anyway...yeah. Maybe not comments like this, then?

Am I wrong?

#dear tumblr: AITA? #i'm just so fucking confused #fanfiction #lotr fanfiction #silvergifting #angbang #my writing #smut fic

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?

Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 4462

Summary:

A fight about your safety ensues when pictures of the two of you together get leaked by a fellow agent and former one night stand. He's livid that your relationship is exposed to the world and now could be used against him. You could care less who knows about your relationship. You've been together over a year, you knew what dating the former Winter Soldier brought with it. No, you're pissed that some bitch, who doesn't even count as an ex, is trying to ruin the best thing to happen to you.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Feels, Some Humor, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Steve Rogers Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Song Lyrics, Inspired by Music, Not Canon Compliant, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, P In V Sex

Notes:

Hello Heathens! This oneshot came out of nowhere one evening when I was listening to music on my phone while working on another fic. A cover of the song "Issues" (originally performed by Julia Michaels) came on and my mind was flooded with this idea and story that I need to flesh out. I have no control of my muse. I just write the stories she tells me to. HAPPY READING! Lyrics for the song Issues by Cameron Bedell will be in bold. ( Here's a link for you to check out the song ) Thoughts in italic.

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You're trying to get him to understand that the real problem is the agent and not the exposure. Yes you now have to be more careful when you're somewhere without him. But it's not much different than what you were already doing.

"If she leaked us being together what makes you think she wouldn't leak other more sensitive information. Hell, she already could have!" You argue, trying to get him to see the whole picture.

"I don't give a fuck about some jealous drunken hook up who still feels jaded. I never wanted you in danger. That's why it was so important to keep us hidden." He snaps back.

Your emotions finally get the best of you. "I never WANTED to be hidden James! I went along with it because it was something you needed that made you feel secure. One less reason I might leave." 

You shake your head as the tears begin to well in your eyes. "We're over a year in. I thought we'd be out to more than just people with enough clearance to be made aware. Makes me feel like your dirty little secret. I don't want to be that forever."

"Keeping your attachment to me hidden keeps you safe. What about that dont you understand?" He's so lost in his fear that he can't see things clearly.

"No. It leaves me vulnerable and easier to take with no one noticing because they're unaware of my relationship to the deadliest man I know." You calmly state. That seems to get his attention. "How can anyone fear the repercussions of even trying to get close to me like that without knowing who to be afraid of?" 

He just stands there. Tension radiating off his body. 

You let out an exasperated sigh and start walking to your door. "I think you need to go Bucky. I can't do this with you right now. You're so lost in your anger and fear that you're not thinking clearly. And I'm just plain pissed off. I don't want either of us to say something we regret later."

A look of shock crosses his face. "Doll, you can't be serious? We just got exposed. You're not safe."

"No one knows where I live, yet."

"Key word, yet."

"James." You reach for the knob. "Please just give me some time alone. I know where to find you when I'm ready. We both need to think about things from all angles."

He walks up to you and pins you to the door with a soul crushing kiss. Putting all of his fear and love into that one small gesture. He pulls away and allows you to open the door. Just as he crosses the threshold he turns his head your way. "This is far from over, doll. Don't keep me waiting too long."

You spend the next couple of days working through your thoughts with your guitar. Letting the music take you where you need to be. Mending the frayed edges and soothing the aches.

Through your musical therapy a song develops. Something that you think might help ease things between the two of you. Because, let's face it, you miss your man something fierce.

Every imperfect piece of him. Responding to his texts just to let him know you’re safe and alive, just isn't going to cut it anymore. Someone has to yield first, and it looks like this time around, it’s going to have to be you.

Mind made up on what you are going to do, you decide to give Steve a call.

It rings three times before he picks up. “Rogers.”

“Hey Stevie. How’s he holding up?” You waste no time asking what you so desperately want to know.

“Hey, Dollface.” He sighs. “‘Fraid to say, he’s not doing too great. Seems his already short fuse has shortened significantly. Had to take him off the training roster for the recruits because too many couldn't keep up with his demands or got injured.”

“Shit.” You shake your head even though you know he can't see it. “I was hoping he had calmed down some by now. I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t think he'd still be affected this much.”

“It’s not your fault. You know how overprotective he is in general. Add a threat, from the inside at that, and he goes nuclear.” He excuses.

“Well, I think I may have a solution to our problems.” You admit. “If not at least a band-aid for the time being. I’m going to need you and Sam’s help though. If you're willing of course.”

“I’m all ears. Want me to grab Sam so you don't have to explain it twice?”

“That would be great actually. I’d appreciate not having to spend more energy than I need too.”

“Alright. Hang on a sec.” You hear shuffling, followed by a door opening. Then the tell tale sound of a knock and a muffled voice before a door opens once more. “Hey Sam. Mind if I come in? I’ve got Buck’s best girl on the phone and she has something she wants to go over with us.”

“No problem man. Come on in.” Sam replies.

Once safely behind Sam’s door he places the phone on speaker. “Okay, doll. Tell us your plan.”

“It’s pretty simple really. I’ve used my time alone to reflect and process things the best way I know how. With my guitar.” You lightly chuckle. “Anyway. Long story short, I wrote something for James and I want to surprise him by performing it in front of you all.”

“All of us?” Sam asks.

“Well, just the Avengers. A small little private concert type of thing. Though I'll only be singing the one song halfway through. My friend has a great band that I think you all would love. If you can get Tony to hire them for the night to do a private show for you guys, I can sneak my performance in.”

“So Bucky will know about the private show but not that you're a part of it?” Steve questions for clarification.

“Yup.” You pop the ‘P’ for emphasis. “Think you can sway Tony to make this happen?”

“Seeing as how this should improve Bucky’s temperament and save us doing extra recruit rotations and paperwork. I don't see Tony being a problem. Text us when you know if your friend's band can do it and we’ll take it from there.” You can hear the relief in Steve’s voice over your plan.

“Thank you guys. I owe you big time.” You declare.

“Just help us get the normal grumpy old man back. That’s all we ask.” Sam imparts.

“That’s the plan.”

Tonight’s the night. You rub your hands anxiously against your thighs as the town car Tony sent for you cruises leisurely down the long Compound driveway. You surpass the front roundabout and make your way around to the back, near the private entrance and garage the Avengers use.

You text your friend Marco, the lead singer of Bow & Dagger, that you’ve arrived and to send someone out to get you. Of course your ex Chase, the bassist, is the one to greet you. He leans his body against the door frame, a smirk plastered across his face, as he scans your body from the bottom up. “Looking good Firefly.”

You roll your eyes at the use of your old nickname. “Still using that outdated moniker Chase?” 

He quirks a brow at you. “You’ll always be my firefly. Maybe even more so now that you’ve gotten away. I’ll forever be chasing your light.”

You can't help but laugh at him. “Does that lyrical prose still work on the female population nowadays?”

“I’ve had no complaints.” He shrugs. “It used to work on you just fine if I remember correctly. Hell you used to toss it right back at me.”

“The blessed naivety of youth. Thank the Goddess that I grew up and my priorities shifted. I’m a more well rounded individual now. Less in search of useless validation.”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest. “Still got those talons, I see.”

“Never leave home with them.” You wink at him. “You gonna let me in so you can make that paycheck I’m sure is well above your normal fee, or stand there all night?”

“Get in here smartass before Marco lays in to me for wasting time.” He moves aside.

You walk into the pseudo green room and are immediately smothered in a bear hug. “Hiya Stu. I’m happy to see you too.” You say into his barreled chest. “Mind letting up a bit. I kinda need to feel my fingers in order to play.”

He quickly lets go, only to place his hands on your shoulders and stare at you with a dopey smile across his face. “I’m sorry girlie. I’m just so happy to see ya. It’s been too long.”

“It has. I’m sorry ‘bout that.” You wince. “Life kind of got away from me. You know how it goes.”

“I’d say all is forgiven, seeing as you booked us this sweet gig.” Marco butts in, scooping you up in a hug himself. 

“Fuck yeah! I finally get to shoot my shot with the Black Widow.” Stu exclaims.

“It’s the least I could do. You guys have no idea how much you're helping me out here.”  You walk over to the couch and place your travel case down.

“What exactly are we helping you with anyway?” Chase inquires.

“Some Rom-Com grand gesture type shit” You smugly state.

“No shit?” Stu asks.

“I speak only the truth.” 

“You gonna tell us who the unlucky schmuck is?” Chase snipes.

“With that attitude, you’re just going to have to wait and see.” You give him a smile to rival the Cheshire Cat’s. “The look on your face is going to be fucking priceless. I can’t wait.”

Before he can respond with some dickish comment, there’s a knock on the door, followed quickly by Tony and Steve entering the room.

Steve makes his way over to you. “Hey Dollface. You ready to get this show on the road?”

“I’m all set if these knuckleheads are ready to head on out there.” You turn towards the boys. “Have you guys met your benefactor for tonight's little private concert?”

“Negatory little lady.” Stu speaks up first, walking over to Tony. “Howdy Mr. Stark. The name’s Stu. Bow and Dagger’s drummer and loveable goofball. That’s Chase. Bassist and resident fuckboy. And the merose looking fucker over there is Marco our lead guitar and vocals.”

“That suits you.” Tony imparts. “You certainly give off drummer vibes. Lots of energy. Any questions on how this is gonna work?” 

“I wouldn't mind a breakdown.” You pipe up.

"Here's how it's going to go." Steve grabs everyone's attention with his Captain voice. "We're going to gather the team in the common room where Sam and I set up a stage earlier. Tony is going to introduce the band. You'll play 3 songs and announce your taking a 5 min smoke break. That's when Dollface here is going to make her way on stage and do her thing." 

He smiles over at you. "Hopefully if all goes well you guys will finish your set and then you're welcome to stay for dinner and hang out."

"Solid plan golden boy. You come up with that all on your own." You joke.

"Always with the smart quips. I'll remember that. Now let's get moving before the team gets restless and wanders off."

So far the evening was flowing seamlessly. As Bow & Dagger played the last notes on your third song, your nerves decided to make themselves known. You watched them announce their break and leave the stage. 

Before you could sabotage yourself, you made your way onto the tiny stage and turned to the group of mostly stunned superheroes. “Hey guys. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting. I have some things I need to get off my chest and thought I might provide some intermission entertainment in the process.”

You roam the space for Bucky and lock eyes with his Steel blues, seated on the sofa next to Steve. Taking a deep breath, your fingers begin to strum the opening chords, the team looking on in curiosity over what may come out of your mouth.

Sustaining eye contact you let the lyrics flow out of you as if there is no one else in the room.  

Mmm mm mm I'm jealous I'm overzealous When I'm down I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down I get angry Baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I could leave you just this fast

You take in his demeanor, stock still but engaged nonetheless.  

But you don't Judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby I would judge you too

The only thought in your head is Here goes nothing, as you put your whole heart into the chorus.

'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You breathe a little easier when you notice him start to soften. Just absorbing the piece of your soul you're sharing with everyone. 

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect Poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out Pull you back in

A subtle smile crosses his face at the truth in your words. The picture of him that many do not get to see. You really get into it as you run through the bridge and chorus one more time. Now it’s time to bring it home and woo your man.

Ooohhh, Need you OOOOOOH AHHHH I got issues You got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you Ooh hoo hoo I got issues  One of them is how bad I need yoou Issues And one of them is how bad I need you

You could hear a pin drop in the room as Bucky rises from his seat and makes his way over to the stage. You swallow and try to get your breathing under control as you have no idea what is going to happen. 

Before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, broad chest heaving. He brings his hands up and cups your face before pulling you into an earth shattering kiss.

You forget that you have an audience until the sound of their cheers and clapping reaches your ears. You think you not only hear but see the muted flash of a camera through your closed lids.

You come up for air to see Bucky with the most lovesick expression on his face. “You did all that for me?” 

You nod your head. “Figured it was the best way to get you to listen and understand.”

“Fuck I love you.”

“Love you too James.”

Sam rushes over to the stage. “Man, I live streamed the whole thing. The people are going crazy over ya’ll.”

“You did what?!” You both blurt out.

“I streamed it. The world already knows about you. Might as well milk it. No need to thank me, damn.”

Bucky moves to jump off the stage and rush Sam. You barely catch him in time. “Hey. Don't let him get to you okay. You know how much he loves to rile you up.”

“Sorry, doll. He’s just such a douchebag sometimes. We were having a moment.” He apologizes, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s fine.” You nip at the flesh as it passes over once more. “What I really want to know is if performing the song in front of everyone was okay? I just wanted you to hear me out and understand my side of things. I didn't want to embarrass you or anything.”

“Doll. Stop rambling.” You shut your mouth. “I loved it. Honestly I liked that they got to see how much you feel for me.”

You beam up at him. “Good.”

“Now I have some displays of affection I need to show you myself. Come on babygirl.” He pulls you off stage and heads towards the hallway that connects with his, Steve and Sam’s wing of the compound.

You’re pulled inside Bucky’s room, tripping over your sneakers as he hurriedly maneuvers you through his space. “James, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep it up.”

He stops in front of the bed, turning toward you. “Shut up.” He grabs your waist and tosses you down on to the mattress, climbing on and caging you in with his massive frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.” 

With no time to catch your breath, he renders you incapable of responding by capturing your lips with his own. Kissing life back into your body, as your tongues dance a tango only you know. 

He takes his time as his hands roam your curves. Sneaking his cool metal digits under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He begins to remove your shirt, placing his flesh hand  underneath your lower back as he slowly lifts your torso to pull your shirt over your head. You raise your arms in aid, grazing your fingertips across the stubble along his jaw when he tosses your shirt aside.

He trails his hands down your flesh until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. With a quick snap of his vibranium fingers your button is undone, your zipper quickly following suit. He starts to slide the denim down, tapping your hip to get you to raise them so that he can remove them entirely.

Leaning back on his haunches, he grabs the back of his shirt with his flesh hand and pulls it off. His lust blown blue eyes focused on you draped over his bed sheets.  “So fucking beautiful.” He runs his hands up your legs, gripping the waistband of your panties when he reaches your hips and takes his time removing them from your body. 

“Take your bra off for me, babygirl.” You lean up on your elbows, reach behind your back and unclasp the garment, letting it fall away from you body. 

Leaning forward, he ghosts kisses along all of your exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, ending each with a deep suction. 

The slow paced teasing continues, driving your need for him higher. He stops his trek at your mound, hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from your folds. “So beautiful and all mine.” He runs a cool metal finger along your drenched lips. He ensnares you in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, babygir? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes. All of this is yours.” You pant out. Delirious for him to do something more than tease.

“Damn right it is.” He runs a stripe from taint to clit with his skillful tongue. Circling your sensitive little bundle nerves, pulling a moan out of your throat. Having had enough of taking his time slowly torturing you he thrusts his tongue inside your aching center. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to. 

“Mmm. James. Fuck. Your tongue feels so good baby.” Your hands anchor themselves in his hair, just enjoying the ride. But that’s not enough for him. He wants you desperate and begging before he gives in and makes you come apart on his cock.

He pulls his tongue out, swirling it along your folds, seeking out every drop of your essence. Moving the appendage upward to lightly circle figure eight patterns on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. So close to falling over that cliff into utter bliss before he pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” You sit up, reaching out for his face, wanting to drag him back to your pulsing center.

He scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after sending me away and keeping your distance, is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He unbuckles his belt, drawing your eyes down to his hands working on divesting himself of the last of his garments.

You're hypnotized by his movements. Mouth watering as you wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants drop to the floor. “You went commando.” You whisper out, licking your suddenly dry lips.  

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight and Steve came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower to tell me I had to come be a part of the festivities. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He shrugged, wrapping his metal fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drank you in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down, babygirl.” He husks out. The command sends a fresh wave of slickness to your core, anticipating what’s to come, as you slowly lie back.

“Spread those luscious thighs for me, doll. Present me with my perfect little pussy.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself, a bead of precome precariously close to dropping from the tip as he places a knee down on the bed.

You open your legs wide enough to show off your glistening folds. Following his command, but holding back just enough to make him growl and push your thighs open the rest of the way. 

“You really wanna play with me right now, babygirl? After keeping this body away from me for days?” He rubs his cock between your cleft, tip bumping against your engorged and still so sensitive clit.

You squirm and whimper, just wanting him to be inside of you already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes your bundle of nerves. 

“I’m sorry, James. Please. Need you inside me.” You plead. “It’s been too long since you filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?” You quickly nod your head. “Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” You beg, just wanting him to finally take you, reclaim you as his own.

“As you wish, babygirl.” He slams forward to the hilt, splitting you open with his girth.

He doesn't even give you a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside you. He just pulls back and thrusts in harder. Setting up a pace that just makes your brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sings in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you doll.” He grunts out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

Your mind can't function enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure. You’re flying a serotonin high you are not ready to come down from yet. The coil in your core tightening as you dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when you dive off the edge into ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing that your climax is impending, Bucky picks up the pace, swiveling his hips and grinding his pelvis down on your clit for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all you need to lose yourself and let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss, screaming out for the whole compound to hear.

A rainbow of stars detonate behind your eyes as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go limp, laying in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now doll. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me so tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill  you up? Have me leaking out of you for days?”

You just nod and whisper out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in your current state.

It was all the validation that he needed to hear to stop holding back and release the days worth of his seed into your waiting womb. Painting the walls white with rope after rope of his spend. 

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into you, until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on your chest. Catching his breath and covering your face in sweet kisses as you both come back down to earth.

You stayed locked together, your pussy warming his cock, as you both let your fingertips roam along the other's skin. Allowing yourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction your relationship is heading.

"You sure you're okay with the world knowing about us, doll? You’re not afraid that you'll no longer be safe?" He asks into your neck. 

"Like I said before, I feel no less safe than I did before, James.” You tell him with conviction. ”Plus now, I get to rub it in everyone's face that the White Wolf is all mine.” You grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Bucky."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss on your lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and you start the journey towards round two, there’s a knock at the door, followed by Sam’s muffled voice. "You guys done making up yet? Steve wont let us eat until you guys get back out here."

You both can’t help but laugh. "Tell Stevie we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Buck.” Sam scoffs as we walks back to the common area.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get dressed before Stevie comes looking for us next.”

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