#but it kinda worked out cause i do like the name

[teenidlegirl]

꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓜𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝓜𝐄 𝓗𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  after reconciling your feelings for miguel, you have to confess and you don’t give a shit anymore.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  angst, fluff, slight violence, jealousy, love confessions, arguments, swearing, slapping (only once and not in a sexual manner), making out, suggestive at the end 【 mdni 】

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it’s been 5 days of heartbreak and it still fucking hurts. it’s a wound that will take a long time to heal, unsure how long or if it’ll ever heal. you try your hardest to forget but it still lingers in your heart, your shattered heart caused by that asshole.

while still suffering a broken heart, life didn’t pause. work has been your main priority, mainly as a distraction but it’s still your responsibility and life. coworkers still showed concern but didn’t want to overwhelm you with their pity. you’re still mopey but not entirely gloomy like a few days ago. the sarcasm and jokes return, your usual self. coworkers and even your boss were happy to see you like that. you may still be hurting inside but laughing and talking with your coworkers does put a smile on your face.

as you back up your tote bag prepared to leave, someone calls out your name. swiftly turning around, your eyes land on a coworker. tall brunette, probably around 5’11 or 6’0, got some muscle but not super jacked, usually wears glasses but seems to be wearing contacts, and a light beard.

“oh hey, enzo.” you offer a soft smile.

he mirrors your smile as approaches you. “hey, how are you? you doing okay?” a hint of concern laced in his tone, head tilted a little.

“eh, not so shitty like before.” you shrug. “but i appreciate you asking, truly.” a smile graces your lips.

the male nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. he seems to be a bit nervous which confuses you a little. “i know you’re going through something right now and you don’t have to agree!” he reassured in a nervous tone.

you raise a brow at him with a tiny smile, knowing where this is going but you want him to say it. to be honest, enzo kinda looks cute when he’s nervous.

“i just wanted know if you… if you wanna grab lunch together?”

oh. your eyes perk up.

enzo keeps rubbing his neck, a bashful smile gracing his lips as he speaks. “there’s this diner that recently opened and i know you’re a sucker for diners so… i thought you wanna try it out with me.” his eyes finally meet yours, anxiously waiting for your answer.

he’s asking you on a date.

honestly, you’re not sure if you’re up for dating considering you’re dealing with a heartbreak, despite that it wasn’t even a real relationship. enzo is a sweet guy, respectful and smart, also attractive. you two shared tiny conversations from time to time.

would one date hurt?

fuck it, why not.

“okay sure, i’ll love to.” you answer with a smile.

enzo’s eyes widen drastically. “wait, really?” he couldn’t hold back a dorky smile.

you chuckle at his reaction. “yes.”

“okay, cool!” he clears his throat after realizing how overly excited he was. “tomorrow at noon? i’ll pick you up. does that work for you?”

you nod with a little smile. “works perfectly.”

afterwords, enzo offered to drive you home, despite your many objections. the man continues to surprise you, opening the door for you like a gentleman. you say your goodbyes with a wave before heading inside your apartment building, enzo watching to make sure you enter in safely before driving away.

reality hits you when you open the door, you have a date with a coworker tomorrow.

welp, can’t be moping forever.

but little did you know a pair of scarlet eyes observing everything from an orange monitor, miles and miles away in a tall building.

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it’s been 5 days and miguel still feels like shit. his already damaged heart still hurting. his workaholic antics grew worse, almost participating in every mission just to stop his mind from thinking of you. however, it fails every time. miguel still occasionally checks up on you through the monitor he has of your street and apartment building. those ruby eyes follow your tiny figure when you walk to and from work. sometimes he really wishes you’d drive instead but he knows you like to walk, despite the heels you would wear sometimes. even though it’s not the same to see you in person, watching and protecting you through a screen he’ll accept, as long as he still sees you, still apart of his life even from far away.

observing the monitor, his thick brows furrowed when your tiny figure doesn’t appear on screen. he saw you heading to work, why aren’t you returning home? those thoughts pause when a car pulls up to your apartment building. his eyes narrow in confusion until he saw a familiar face popping out of the car. you, stepping out of the car with the help of some guy miguel has never seen before.

his face turns into a frown at the sight. who the hell is that guy? miguel doesn’t like what he’s seeing. with the touch of his fingers, he zooms in to get a clear look at this guy. his heart sinks as he watches you smile at this random wimp. when you wave at him with that same smile then head inside, miguel lowers his head in disbelief. his heart stings.

it was only a matter of time until another man waltzed in to capture your heart. a replacement much. and miguel hated it, being replaced so easily.

but what if he’s overthinking? maybe that guy is simply a friend. offering you a ride home is a kind gesture from a friend. that seems reasonable. there is nothing more than that, right? just friends.

oh miguel thought completely wrong.

that same guy pulls up to your apartment building the next day and waits outside. hunched over his desk, miguel observes through suspicious eyes, pondering what this guy’s intentions are. then, his heart drops. you step out of the building, wearing a cute white dress along with a pair of little heels. a matching white bow in your hair and a bit more makeup to emphasize your appearance than usual.

you look so fucking beautiful. that little white dress makes your appearance so angelic. as you walk, it’s like an angel stepping onto earth from heaven.

his mind starts racing. why are you dressed up so nicely? then, realization kicks in.

you’re going on a date.

miguel’s heart breaks, more than it already has been. with an aching chest, he watches the guy open the passenger door for you like a gentleman. well, at least he’s treating you well. those crimson eyes follow the tiny vehicle until the screen vanishes with a trap of his finger. miguel couldn’t watch anymore. the sight of you all dolled up for a man that isn’t him, going out with him, leaves an aching feeling in miguel’s heart. he shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows that. you were never his and he was never yours. but why does it feel like it was?

it was a simple friendship, nothing more. yet, his heart says differently. you were more than just a friend, more than a regular civilian. it was more because miguel’s heart would beat so damn fast whenever you’re near. when you look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. when you smile or laugh, it brightens up his day in a heartbeat.

miguel has been infatuated with you since.

and now he lost you because of his own actions.

“miguel, you coming?” the familiar voice of jessica snaps him out of those sorrowful thoughts.

taking a deep breath through his nose, miguel shuts off the monitors and hops off the platform. “yes, let’s move it.” with a tap to his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of him. he walks through it, his colleague following him to join the others for the mission. those images of you with that guy consumes his mind. this mission will distract him.

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the diner is super cute and vintage. it’s 50s themed, teal chairs and tables with pink walls. you and enzo sit in a booth in the far corner. glancing at the menu, you decide to choose the basic choice. a classic cheeseburger with a shake of your favorite flavor. enzo orders the same, much to your surprise.

“hey, i need to use the restroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” enzo said as he gets up from the booth.

“okay.” you hum with a light smile as you watch him walk away, leaving you alone.

the background music keeps you entertained. classic 50s music. pulling out your phone, you scroll on social media while waiting for enzo’s return. scrolling through through numerous videos of memes and other stuff, you come across a video of a couple. it’s shows cute moments between them. their relationship seems to be so sweet, honest and true. the way the man treats his lady with caring touches, gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. how she reciprocates those feelings and gestures. the cute hugs and kisses. they seem so deeply in love.

you can’t help but imagine you and miguel in those scenarios. oh shit — miguel. you thought of miguel while watching that video. it brought tears to your eyes as you remember all the moments between you and miguel. the hangouts at your apartment. the first night he hung out and you two shared coffee. him stopping by one day to make sure you didn’t get into trouble and snacked on a concha with you. the unforgettable rainy night when you switched him up. the day he dogsit daisy, giving you a tulip as a thank you gift for helping him. hanging out at HQ.

you didn’t even realize a tear trailing down your cheek, slightly ruining your blush. wiping it away with the back of your hand, you hope no one saw.

that’s when you finally realize.

you love miguel.

no matter how hard you try to forget him, now matter how pissed you are at him, he constantly on your mind, in your heart. you love him.

you finally allow your heart to speak for you.

that’s when you tell yourself again: fuck it.

getting out of the booth, you make a beeline to the door. enzo returns from the restroom, perfect timing. he watches you in confusion as he approaches you.

“hey. what’s going on?” he asks, slightly concerned.

“i’m so sorry, enzo. something came up and i gotta go. i’m so sorry for wasting your time and going through this effort for me.” you flash him an apologetic smile before bolting out the door, leaving the male confused and a bit heartbroken.

part of you feels guilty for leaving enzo hanging like that, ditching him to go find another man. you’d have to explain to him one day.

right now, you’re focused on finding miguel.

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passing through the streets, you make your way back to your apartment so you can take your car to HQ. as you make pace, you hear faint sounds of webbing and kicking from a distance. looking up at the rooftops, you find several figures in a fight with some lizard creature. familiar hues of red and dark blue captures your eyes, your heart skipping a beat. without wasting a second, you bolted to the building and go up the stairs of the fire escape. as you make it to the rooftop, it’s a full blown asskicking scene.

your eyes immediately land on the lizard creature, who’s being punched and kicked by two spider-people, ben and hobie. looking around, you find the one man who’s been infiltrating your mind nonstop.

“peter, aim for his head!” the classic shouting from miguel never surprises anyone. he was too occupied with the anomaly to notice your presence from afar.

“i’m trying!” poor peter b. tries following his orders, aiming for the lizard’s head with his webs.

as the asskicking continues, you make your way over with a frown. stopping at a few feet away from the chaos, you yell out with much anger.

“hey, asshole spiderman!”

that familiar voice makes him freeze, shoulders and back tensed. the one voice that’s been haunting him for days. very slowly, miguel turns around to see you standing a few feet away. his pupils dilate drastically, mouth agape underneath his mask. there you are, standing in front of him in all of your glory for the first time in five days. five fucking days of purgatory. there you are, wearing that beautiful white dress that makes you appear like an angel. miguel can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

adoration was replaced with concern because you’re in the middle of a fight. he doesn’t want you to get hurt again. no fucking way that’s happening.

“what the hell are you doing here?!” miguel exclaimed, the eyes of his mask widen in shock. “you need to get out of here, now!”

you stand your ground, frowning. “i’m not going anywhere until we talk!”

miguel stares at you in pure disbelief. “you need to go! i’m not asking you!”

“well too bad! i’m staying right here!” you fold your arms across your chest, standing in your sassy posture as you glare at him.

jesus christ. you’re so fucking stubborn and kinda stupid. he runs a hand over his face, sighing out of frustration. the last thing he needs is arguing with you, especially during a mission.

“why?! why can’t you just listen to me for one second?!” his mask disintegrates, revealing his pissed off face. “why are you here?!”

“porque té quiero, you pinche puto!”

your confession echos, leaving everyone speechless, even the fucking lizard variant. you stand there staring at him with bloodshot eyes, chest heaving due to heavy breathing. miguel stares back with wide eyes, a shocking expression illustrated on his face.

you love him?

miguel can’t comprehend those words. you actually love him? you love him, a chaotic man like him? you share the same love, feelings he has for you? his heart began beating faster, a sign of love.

the fat silence makes you feel a bit awkward, considering you just confessed your love in front of everyone. it was even more awkward since miguel didn’t respond or uttered a single word, only staring at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes. rubies staring into your own eyes, glistening in the sunlight.

you roll back your shoulders awkwardly. “okay, bye.”

swiftly turning around to walk away from embarrassment, you take one step before something wraps around your waist and yanks you backwards, twirling you in the process. a gasp erupts from your throat as you collide with a wall or at least something sturdy. feeling breathless, you quickly look up to find miguel towering over you, one hand wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close to his chest with no space between you two.

“cabrón.” you playfully hit his chest with a fist, knowing it doesn’t affect him but you’re pissed so.

he gazes down at you with pure adoration, heart beating faster than ever. he’s been wanting to do that for so long just to see your pissed off expression. definitely worth the wait. the corner of his lip curls up, forming into a smirk. just as your lips part open to say something else, miguel stops you by quickly leaning down and smash his lips against yours.

the moment you two have been yearning for.

you finally get to feel those plump lips. damn they feel nice, you melt into the kiss. miguel, on the other hand, is on cloud fucking nine. your lips taste so sweet, just like he imagined. god your lips are addictively sweet and soft, something that leaves a man yearning for more. your lipgloss sticks into his lips but he doesn’t give a shit. he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, earning a soft moan from you. it feels like it’s just you two, the rest of the world doesn’t exist like a blur. just two people intertwining their souls in a lovely moment. the sunset is a cherry on top, illuminating a dreamy scenery.

the dreamy scenery fades away at the sounds of whistling from the distance. an annoyed groan escapes miguel’s lips as you part away to look at the other spider-people from across. peter has the biggest shit eating grin, rooting for you two while mayday giggles in the baby carrier. jess simply smiles at you two, feeling like a proud mom. ben is dumbfounded by the sight, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of his face. hobie just smirks, winking at you. he’s finally glad you two got your shit together. they all got the memo, mainly due to miguel’s heavy glare, and leave through the portal with the captured lizard variant, leaving you and miguel alone.

“i—“ he looks back to you but is cut off by a slap to the face. his cheek now flushed and stings, gingerly rubbing it with one hand.

“don’t ever do that shit again.” you threaten, glaring at him with piercing eyes.

miguel knew exactly what you meant; the web lasso. but it was mainly for everything he put you through. a low chuckle spills from his lips before his expression turns sorrowful. “i’m sorry… for everything. for hurting you and pushing you away. i didn’t mean anything that i said about regretting meeting you. i’m happy that i met you, fucking grateful. i was just scared of losing you, losing another...” his shoulders sag, a small pout on his lips, hurt in his brown eyes, mimicking a sad puppy. “i know it’s a weak excuse but please believe me i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, just want to tell you how sorry and regretful i am.”

emotional tears began forming as you look up at him with sad eyes, heart aching at his words. of course you forgive him because you love him and you believe his words. “you fucked me up good.” you chuckle halfheartedly and he frowns. “i cried over your dumbass.” you watch him pout more, making your heart flutter. “but that proves how much i care for your dumbass.” you playfully nudged his chest, eliciting a chuckle from the man that you love.

“lo siento, mi alma.” he gently cups your cheek with a hand and you lean into his touch, his heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “i hated that i made you cry and i never want to be the reason ever again.”

“i know.” you flash him a sad smile. “you have a lot of making up to do, tonto.” you playfully glare at him.

the corner of his lip curls up, forming a smirk. “oh yo sé, hermosa. i promise to make it up to you in best possible ways.” he states wholeheartedly as he leans in and capture your lips with his again.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, standing on your tippy toes. his hands come down and wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer against him, leaving no space between. your lips intertwined in a dance, relishing the feeling of his plump lips against yours and your soft lips against his. tilting his head a bit, miguel deepens the kiss as his tongue sneaks in and licks your lips for passage. you happily accept, opening your mouth which miguel doesn’t hesitate to invade with his tongue in a hungry manner. the soft moan leaving your lips couldn’t be held back. he groans in response. his broad hands roam over your back, up to your small shoulders blades then to the curve of your spine before resting right above your ass. you shiver under his addictive touch, becoming putty.

miguel couldn’t resist anymore. he palms your clothed ass, eliciting another soft moan from you which drives him crazy. he grows more touchier, gently groping your curves through the dress, feeling your soft body in his palms. the makeout session grows a bit spicer. using his gizmo, he opens a portal behind you. grabbing the back of your thighs, miguel lifts you up and carries you in his arms. a muffled squeal leaves your lips before turning into a giggle, tightening your grip on his thick neck as support.

carrying you in his arms, miguel steps through the portal, determined to show his love for you.

ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  ˖ ࣪ ༘  @loser-alert @keepitreal001 @iamperson12280 @nostalgicdaira @flordelalunas @oharasfilipinawife @cho-coquette @lavenderslemonade @palesatan @awkward-d3rs3-dr3amer @lilscast @beanieboy23 @dorck26 @kakabskbskdnd @4crew @deputy-videogamer @36namey @sin4tra @holographicang3l @migueloharasoulmate @darlingz99 @opalesquegirl @freehentai @rinverse @colorfulbluebirdpainter @razertail18 @shadowzena43 @undf-stuff @miatjie @leshasnolife

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#꒰ ᘏ ₊ ࣪ ꒱ — meet me halfway ! #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #fanfic series

[jcs-singular-slut-strand]

MDZS fanfic ideas I have that most likely won't go anywhere and are mainly just titles atp

@fandom-trash-goblin ‼️

Wish You Were Sober (Chengxian but not necessarily outright)

Post Sunshot when Wei Wuxian is going out drinking everyday

Jiang Cheng being pissed about that (rightfully so, Jesus Christ)

They still love each other but it's hard when you're a sect leader and your SiC is dodging his responsibility's and by extension YOU

Jiang Cheng feels

Jiang Fengmian bashing

idk really I just felt like sharing

Modern AU Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling road trip

The end of the Summer holidays

And they have to get from Yunmeng to Lanling but Jin Ling's flight has been cancelled so Jiang Cheng has to drive him there

All types of shenanigans, for example:

Car breaks down

There's a storm so they have to stop for the night in this shifty ass motel

Jin Ling's awful (in Jiang Cheng's opinion) music

Jiang Cheng's awful (in Jin Ling's opinion) music

There isn't really anything dramatic or overly emotional about this

Just a bit of a laugh

Jiang Fengmian bashing (idk how but I will fucking get it in there idc)

Zhao Zhuliu/Wen Zhuliu is actually Jiang Cheng's real father AU (thank the Lord he looks like his mother)

Major Jiang Fengmian bashing obvs <3

pretty ooc except for Wen Zhuliu who doesn't really have a personality to mischaracterise

Wen Zhuliu being a bit #suspicious when Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian pull up for the Wen indoctrination

Just cause. how can anyone Like That be Jiang Fengmian's son??????

Anyways they're in the cave and Wen Zhuliu refuses to fight Jiang Cheng because by then he's worked out that the boy's birthday is like... suspiciously 9 months away from the last time he and Yu Ziyuan were last Together™

And bby is just like nope

not doing that today

Anyways burning of Lotus Pier and it all goes down the same

EXCEPT

Wen Zhuliu doesn't have anything to do with the death of Yu Ziyuan (if anything he's holding them all back)

Instead of taking his core, Wen Zhuliu takes that child out of Lotus Pier and straight to Wen Qing and renounces the Wen name, going back to Zhao Zhuliu (independent King, we love to see it)

Basically pledges pledges allegiance to Jiang Cheng and kinda follows him around like a guard dog for the entirety of Sunshot

OR

Wen Zhuliu doesn't make the connection of Jiang Cheng potentially being his son until he's got his hand in his chest and is melting Jiang Cheng's golden core

In this AU there'll be some weird thing where you have parts of your parents in your core I don't really wanna explain it

"Jiang Cheng’s golden core was strong for a seventeen year old and was filled with unbridled potential that only the son of the Violet Spider could hold or hope to live up to"

"It spills all over his fingers then onto the floor and he lets it, staring transfixed as his son’s livelihood falls through his fingers"

Basically, Wen Zhuliu gives up his core for Jiang Cheng via Wen Qing and surgery instead of Wei Wuxian and everything else plays out the same minus the demonic cultivation

Jiang Cheng still kills Wen Zhuliu however when he searches his robes he finds a letter addressed "Jiang Wanyin"

Edge of Seventeen (Jiang Cheng Sect Leader succession during Sunshot, potentially Zhancheng 👀)

Pretty much just a character study of Jiang Cheng

Set during the 3-6 months that Wei Wuxian was in the burial mounds

Lan Wangji being there when Wei Wuxian wasn't...

Not a fully fledged idea yet

Jiang Fengmian bashing <3

#mdzs #the untamed #jiang cheng #mdzs fanfiction #chengxian #zhancheng #jin ling and his jiujiu #wen zhuliu #zhao zhuliu

[kaialone]

Thinking about the fact that A.B.A's creator (I wanna call him Dr. Paracelsus to differentiate him from key Paracelsus) could very well still be alive out there somewhere, cause he wasn't said to have been killed, he was just taken by a military organization (?!) for his skills-

And while I don't think they ever confirmed a connection, it feels like almost too obvious that he'd be in some way tied to the creation of Frasco II, given that it's called Frasco II

I need to know more

#guilty gear #a.b.a guilty gear #aba guilty gear #paracelsus guilty gear #technically :^Ic #also I have yet to listen to NoK cause I kinda wanna wait till proper translations are done for all 3 parts #I could prolly go by ear but itd be exhausting #plus time hasnt worked out for it yet #in any case I think the names mentioned here are from NoK so for all I know Frasco II could come up in there too #but I actually do not know #but still I'm going eyeball emoji #Frasco II being tied to the Opuses and Cyprus project which are relevant for Xrd's plot is like mmm #ABA stuff has been called unconnected to the main plot but bits and pieces possibly related to her are lurking in the bg #also cameo of our GG wiki haha check it out idk #who said that

[klesek]

novem-bur day 14: walter crondale !! i wouldve posted walter on his day but i ended up making it way more complicated than i could finish in time so im just gonna post it whenever i finish it lmao. so in the meantime have a doodle :3

prompt list

#wilbur soot #walter crondale #wilbur soot fanart #art #novem-bur #im probably gonna make this sketch into a thing for my trig project due in a couple weeks lmao #like i was just drawing this then i went OMG THE BG IS LIKE SECANT GRAPHS ❤️❤️ #so. it works for my trig project lmao #kinda sad i didnt finish the bigger drawing in time bc it was fwiatc and i wanted 2 explain walters whole deal in fwiatc..... #well whatever i'll explain it here . for anyone reading the tags. bc i want to #so walters whole thing is that hes 1. married to rustbur and 2. a watcher and 3. caused the whole story to happen #like while looking for his husband (who was supposedly dead after crashing in the pacific while fighting in ww2) #he decided to check other timelines as well. specifically other timelines with ppl named 'wilbur soot' #so he accidentally-on-purpose put them all 2gether and then joined after everyone was there. for funsies #i love walter so much hes gay hes a god hes besties with sally the salmon and Jesus Christ Himself he has a cat named after every single us #-president its lived to see his full name is walter herbert oglevee morrison soot-crondale (after the guy who reported the hindenburg irl- #-w the script wilbur read out while doing the og walter crondale bit) hes so so special to me i want to throw him into a trash compacter #<- hed b fine anyways . walk out without a single scratch #i love him #anyways go read party in the [REDACTED] in the fwiatc series it is my favoritest thing ever #thank you forever and ever for that zo #and for the 50% of fwiatc youve basically written for me #ok this is not the right time or place to get sappy i have a chapter to finish

[puppyeared]

Doodles I really like

#I really like how these turned out!!! like really really good pancakes #I came back from a hike with my friend and I’m covered in like 12 mosquito bites UGHHHGGHH #I need to remember to buy after bite on my way to work tomorrowww #ALSO IT ME. THE CASUAL KAITOU KID ENJOYER WHO DOES NOT WATCH DCMK BUT LIKES BRINGING IT UP EVERY TIME…. WOE #I’m doing this to myself at this point I know I should watch it but I don’t wannaaaaaa.. I wanna watch the new Tokyo mew mew tho #oooo and the uhhh lycoris recoil I think that’s what it’s called?? it looks cool #I was also thinking of trying to watch little witch academia again after I gave up last time. and my friend wants me to watch over the #garden wall and I think I could do it cause the episodes are really short apparently and it’s halloweeny #my art #myart #doodles #kaitou kid #my oc #Augusta #fankid #eeheheheh…. I was bored and I drew a fankid for Augusta and Antonto rotate in my brain for fun #bow if you’re reading this you have no idea how much fun I’m having I’m throwing em around like a chewtoy #whwhdhd I kinda wanna make a ref for them… a name like Shade would be cool eHEHEHE #like an oc but like. an unofficial oc does that make sense?? hmmm #the owl house #toh #Luz #hunter #willow #Gus #amity #lumity #dcmk #magic kaito

[coloursofaparadox]

im still not over the sleep thing one sec i gotta rant about this shit

#i think the problem now is that historically my sleep habits have been Really Messed Up by what can loosely be called insomnia my whole life #its always kinda just been a given that if im in bed and i cant sleep there is absolutely nothing that can be done to help #and thats not for lack of trying i have tried every meditation and suggested solution possible. it does not happen. #if i cant fall asleep and try to force myself w/o distractions i will be awake staring at the ceiling for hours. usually till the morning #thats not an exaggeration it happened often before i gave up on it. so i figured out coping methods! #namely 1) making sure my body is taken care of as well as possible to make sure its not caused by pain or hunger or anxiety #and 2) not trying to force it and accepting itll happen when it happens. and then reading a book or watching a show on a dim screen #until i physically cant keep my eyes open and then i can fall asleep. if i try any earlier than that no dice. my brain wakes itself up again #these worked for years! but now thanks to adhd meds that actually make my brain quiet. uh. these same coping methods are. not working #im physically tired and start my usual routine and wait to pass out while reading but i just. dont. ever. #like. the physically tired feeling has never made a difference in my body cooperating with sleep. but now apparently it will???? #and ive been ignoring it??? bc im used to it not working? i tried just. closing my eyes and trying to lay still yesterday and it WORKED #after like. 10 minutes or so. it was fucking crazy. i thought media and pop culture was lying about people doing that. #anyways. apparently i can fall asleep like a human and not some kind of weird chronically exhausted cryptid now. #(because of new adhd meds to be clear) but i havent been because i didnt even think to TRY it. since. yknow. cryptid status. #shits weird.

[theygender]

Bruh I've known for years that I have visual processing issues (separate from my actual vision problems) but I never really looked into the specifics of how it works before. I know sometimes, especially when my brain is tired, I have trouble making sense of shapes and separating the foreground of images from the background. So I can see the image perfectly fine but I can't make out what it is, even if it's something that should be very obvious like a singer crouching at the edge of a stage (actual example). Those moments are a lot like auditory processing issues, where you can technically hear what someone is saying just fine but your brain can't parse it into words. And when I'm having a lot of trouble with this sort of thing, image descriptions are helpful for me. I figured that was just what visual processing disorder was right?

Well now I'm reading more about it and it turns out that there are 8 different types of visual processing skills and VPD can affect any of them. The issues I just described would fall primarily under visual foreground issues bc it stems mainly from not being able to distinguish the foreground (singer) from the background (stage and audience). But it probably also involves some visual closure issues bc I have trouble figuring out what the full shape is if part of it is cut off (like if the singer is kneeling in such a way that not all of their limbs are fully visible), as well as form constancy issues bc I have trouble recognizing familiar shapes if they're in an unexpected position/context (singer kneeling close to the audience instead of standing on stage)

Reading more about form constancy has got me really mind blown actually. I have a lot of quirks that I always just attributed to autism/ADHD. I can't find objects in plain sight, for one thing, especially if they're in a different location than normal. I can set something down on a table right out in the open and almost immediately lose it if there's other objects nearby for it to "blend into." If I'm looking for something in a cabinet or the fridge or even just on a slightly crowded counter I have to ask my gf to remind me what color it is so I can just pick out the color, bc otherwise I can look forever and not find it. Even if I make a conscious effort to check each individual item, I can look right at it multiple times and still not process that it's the object I'm looking for. I have to make it a habit to always put things back in the exact same spot bc otherwise I can't see them. The other day I went to get a new roll of toilet paper from our toiletry shelf and I thought "damn, we're almost out, I better order some more." I didn't realize until I bought a new box and went to stack it on the shelf that there was already an entire new box right there, just slightly to the left. And this isn't even "tired brain" processing, this is my everyday normal

And apparently... that's all described as symptoms of form constancy issues? Like, some of the things optometrists warn parents to watch out for when determining if their child has VPD are "difficulty finding missing items quickly even if they are in plain sight" and "difficulty recognizing objects when placed in a new location"

Another issue I have is a ridiculous inability to orient myself, know my way around familiar places, or understand where I am in relation to other places. I still have to use GPS to get to shops near my home that I've been going to for years and I have no idea what direction anything is in. My gf and I once had some fun playing a game where we stood in our living room and she asked me to point in the directions of things like "the store across the street" and "the entrance to our apartment complex" and "the mailboxes" and "the dumpster by our building" and I was unable to get any of them correct. Part of it is bc even if I DO manage to memorize my way around somewhere it's just a single-line map telling me when to turn to get from point A to point B and it falls apart if I try to come at it from any other angle, and part of it is due to an inability to judge distances (I have taken the extreme long way around on multiple occasions bc I couldn't tell that "just around the corner of that side of the building" was a shorter distance than going around the opposite side of the building, circling around the back, and then coming in from the other direction)

...Turns out that another aspect of form constancy issues is "difficulty judging distances" and "difficulty picturing objects at different angles." Aaaand during this research I happened to stumble across a site with little baby games to help young kids with visual processing issues practice to improve their form constancy skills and uh. It's kinda kicking my ass 😭

I learned some FUN things about myself tonight lads

#prosopagnosia (faceblindness) also falls in the visual processing issues category apparently which. makes sense i guess? #im just kinda shocked that all these issues might be related tbh #like i had always thought of it as three separate things: faceblindness—spatial reasoning issues—visual processing issues #with the visual processing issues being the least impactful on my life bc it only really affected my ability to discern images #and usually only acted up significantly when my brain was particularly tired #but. apparently vpd is a much wider spectrum of issues than i even realized and it may be Causing the other issues? potentially?? #idek what to do with this information tbh. it changes functionally nothing except that i can put a name to my experiences #ive already naturally worked out accomodations to make my life liveable with these challenges #like using my GPS everywhere and always putting items back in the same spot so i dont have to rely on sight to find them #and luckily i have a partner who is very patient and always willing to help me when i inevitably have trouble anyways lol #but this is definitely. some knowledge i guess #ill probably at least bring this up to my therapist but this may be outside of her wheelhouse 😅 #rambling

[genshins1mpact]

just saw a really pretty art of kaveh and my hispanic ass brain immediately went "ay kavecito" .....which sounds a lot like cafecito... and i can no longer unhear/unread that now

i don't drink coffee, but i'll enjoy me some kavecito any day-

#café #aerin.txt #shitpost #kaveh #mi kavecito con leche <3 #hsjdjfjf lmfao why am i like this- #inn4 someone yells abt names or whatnot.. it's just me talking abt how the spanish side of my brain misread smth.. pls #eternally stressed bc of this fandom and never knowing what they'll nitpick next fr #cause there's stuff i get. but some of the fandom (mainly twt) just like to witch-hunt everything and it gets so tiring fr. #always feel like i have to prefice everything by explaining the jokes and shit just to not get dxx'd... making me feel like bootleg cyno #anyway that aside.. i kinda like the dumbass lil nickname #like he's the energetic one to someone calmer and is like their hehe.. cute #prob has absolutely nothing to do with his name ofc bc it's an entirely different culture/name origin etc etc #but it's latched on now so im just gonna ride this one out. kaveh will prob be another pretty boy i obsess over here and there lbr #aerinposting #genshins1mpact #unnecessary wall of tags/text #that I'll prob just end up deleting later anyway 😪🤙 #trying so hard not to fall asleep at work today fr.. long ass fuckin week 😩

[princekirijo]

I just realized I haven't updated y'all on some changes I've made to Riku specifically Noble (his thief self)

#> has changes to tell y'all #> doesn't tell y'all #they're mostly visual changes but like a huge thing thats changed is actually his weapons #he no longer is stuck sharing rapiers with kasumi woohoo #that was bothering me for the longest time tbh #nah he uses two swords now #its kinda funny seeing nico's katsuro also using two swords... a coincidence i PROMISE bro 😅 #although riku is more scimitars and curved swords i feel #maybe those egyptian swords the name is escaping me rn though those wouldn't fit the aesthetic as much so #i could also do the sword and knife combo his black mask variant now has #yeahhh black mask riku's new look/weapons is HEAVILY inspired by abyss watchers LOL i just love them sm the vibe works so much #i was gonna go twinblades cause that would be fire but dual swords are slightly more practical #and also because ive been grumblinh about this for a while but ive been sorting out his personality more!! #i found a cool website that had a load of templates so ive been using those #very basic ass shit mind u but still good stuff #he still wields dual pistons btw #hes slowly turning into a dm€ character ngl 😭 #<- censored so doesnt show in main tag lol #i would love to make a new reference post for him but a) i have to draw it and b) i bet i'd chicken out when it comes time to post... #I'd also be posting the references for pimpernel and lugh #because they are mostly done? #lugh's been done for like two years at this point LMAOO aside from some slight visual updates #but pimpernel well... yall KNOW how much of a headache that fucker is for me.....

[angelamontoo]

I decided to draw Joel and Sam's daughter, Janis again cause I like her. This time with her being a little older and having a tea party with her uncle Wilmer

As you can likely tell I'm a fan of the idea that Joel never intended to leave Wilmer rotting in prison if he could help it, or at least that he was deeply regretful and after breaking out, Wilmer was eventually able to forgive him

Spade probably remained very distrustful of Wilmer for a long time and didn't want him anywhere near Sam or his family incase he was out for revenge and Wilmer, for his part, was no fan of Spades to begin with and definitely didn't warm up to him after the whole "fall guy" business. However, they began to accept the fact that they were both permanent fixtures of Cairos life and thus, would have to make peace with seeing eachother sometimes. Plus, Sam can't deny that he sort of understands why Joel thinks its adorable when Wilmer and Janis play together

#the maltese falcon #joel cairo #sam spade #wilmer cook #my art #my ocs #yeugh sam and joel dont look great #i am pretty pleased with how wilmer turned out though #i think he kinda looks like his actor for once #also i hope you can tell that joels meant to be embroidering back that #and that hes not playing the tambourine or something #i like that hc a lot im glad i decided to steal it #also do you recognise the couple in the painting back there? #i really need to work on heavy shadows and more muted colours cause it looks kinda weird drawing fanart for a noir film in such bright and #garish colours doesnt it? #especially as ive ragged on posters and promotional art for this film in the past that i thought looked to bright and bubbly #you like janis being giving the fake falcon as a toy? #i think she named it chauncy #spairo

[thisloev]

today is the first time in like forever that i kept my hair open for the whole day without hating them by the end of the day and they're so soft and i tried on dark maroon purple lipstick yesterday with my bestfriend and she was like whoa. you look like. hot. and Mature. and i told her i love her because i kept using pink because it's cute pretty girly and i wanna feel pretty but it didn't really suit me but this this dark shade it's perfect i feel so confident and sexy and i hung out with my cousin little sister rn we used to be closest bestfriends but we drifted apart because of papa-chachu drama in childhood but

#she came over and she was like i don't have company to smoke with come on smoke with me #and i was like aaah okay #and she's so cute she's like okay have this vape after the cig to like remove the bad taste #and i gave her change for auto cause she didn't have any and she was like ill pay you back and i was like girl please shut up #choti behen hai meri itna toh kar hi sakti hu and she laughed and was lke arre aise hai fir toh main itne mein nahi maanungi aur do #so i was like bade hoke pakka abhi itni hi aukat hai #it's nice i feel happy #i also leaned my head on my office wali senior ka shoulder cause i was superrrr sleepyyyy today #only for like a minute but she was like aww are you sleepy it's okay so ja i understand this and she patted my head gently #like you know side face pe they pat🥺🥺🥺0 #and like i was like do you need help what do i do when she was working and she was like kuch nahi i just need you to sit here next to me #and keep chattering #it's so 🥺🥺🥺 #like this is big okay she's kinda very cool and smart and like real focused and serious okay she doesn't like disturbances #and i love her brain i want to be curious and sorted like her i love the way she understands things slowly but completely #like just work wise i aspire to be her everyone gets so impressed by her i do too the sir was like {her name} ko ab bank audit acche se aa #gaya hai ab wo apne aap bhi kar sakfi hai sign kar sakti hai #WHICH IS SOOOOOO COOL like bhai he's a very good ca okay crazy intelligent and to have him say that. just wow #and i was whining to her ki everyone sucks my relatives suck nobody even appreciates that im killing myself trying to make a career here #all my mami cares about is that why couldn't i take ek din ki leave and show up at her fucking dance practice😭😭 #so she was like aww it's okay leave them ill say it you're doing very good {my real name} im proud of you #i literally said awww thank you out loud itna sweet tha na #wow a happy vent post this is a first

[cheryap]

ive gotten well damnginto this song

#if its meant to happen it'll #happy anyway #im just two days into college and im three lectures behind. theres this guy lets name him colin he says he wants to be mine. but it doesnt #really sit with me quite right cause he doesnt really like the things i likeand i keep accidentally locking myself outta my dorm in the #middle of the night. i wake up kinda wired and i wake up kinda cold and i wake up kinda tired but i'll just sleep in when im old. see i don #like breaking rules but dont like doing as im told so i just float around and hope my life unfolds. everybodys tellin me that im doing so #well i try to believe them honestly i kinda find it hard to tell. if i need work or i need rest to try my best to try my best to tell mysel #i say out loud “its fine i'll figure it all out” #i tend to forget. im only still quite young. in a way this life of mine has only just begun ive got time. ive got time. im two days into #college with a busy; busy mind. that guy that we named colin he's so handsome hes so kind. my friends tell me im crazy that i'll take it wa #too far. cause i told him that its over because he doesnt play guitar. im only two days into college and my bedroom is a mess #theres just so much that i want to do that i have not done yet. theres just so much want i say but far too little breath #on my mind it runs so far away its easy to forget. that to everybody else it looks like im doing so well. i try to see it honestly i find i #hard to tell. if ive done wrong or ive done right. i need a goodnight's sleep tonight. they say “go out” i said “alright” #i think i wont i maybe might i probably should just take it slow. i'll be good but god i know. the one thing that's important above #everything else: is to learn not to put all this heavy pressure on myself. i try to believe it when i say i'll be fine. ive got time. ive g #two days into college #yes i typed all that hehe #cheryap #Spotify

[mrsbarnesblog]

firewood

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Lumberjack! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you decide to chop wood in your backyard, your hot neighbor, who happens to be a lumberjack, offers you some help.

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: +18❗️smut, hot neighbor bucky is a fucking warning, kinda size kink, rough sex, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names

Author's note: this is one of my favorite works, so I hope everyone who hasn't read it before will like it too (it's hard to not fall for lumberjack Bucky, tbh🤷‍♀️)

“Hey, do you need help?” You stopped what you were doing. You breathed heavily, your arms ached, and you were already sweating. The man, your neighbor, whom you already saw a few times when you arrived home, was standing before you with his hands in his jeans pockets. 

He was attractive. Really handsome. Probably 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and visibly a lot of muscles under the clothes. Yeah, that red henley left nothing for your imagination. His dark hair was put in a low bun, and he had a little stubble on his face. But you mostly noticed his bright blue eyes, which looked straight at you very attentively.

“Sorry, what?” You said as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“I asked if you needed help. Sorry, but it seems like you have some troubles.” He smiled at you almost shyly, and you couldn’t even make yourself mad at his words. 

“Um, It’s my first time doing it.” You awkwardly smiled back, finally putting a big ax to the ground. “But I need wood for my fireplace, so I have to work with what I have.”

“I see… but don’t you have a boyfriend or a husband? I mean, it’s not really easy to do for a woman, and you seem pretty... petite for this?” It almost sounded like a question. “I wanted to say that I can help you if you allow me, because that thing might be really dangerous if you don’t know how to work with it, and I'm a lumberjack, so... it’s not a problem for me.” He awkwardly started to rub his neck. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“For a woman?” You playfully arched an eyebrow. “So you think that only men can do this?” You saw how his eyes widened, and you tried to hold your laughter.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant!” He lifted both hands in the air. “It’s just gonna take you forever to do, and as I said before, It’s not the safest work. And since this is my job, I could’ve helped you. As a neighbor, you know?” 

“Relax, I’m just joking.” You softly smiled at him. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.” You reached out your hand. Bucky’s face relaxed, but then his lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“I like you.” He said, as he shook your hand. His grip was tight, and you felt that he really did a lot of physical work with his hands.

“Oh… thanks?” 

“Soo, do you need help?” He asked again.

“Um, honestly, I don’t know. I can’t just let you work for me for free. Can I pay you?”

“Doll, I have enough money, and I don’t need yours. I don’t think that you need tons of firewood, so it would be easy work for me.”

“Okay, but maybe I can give you food? Pastry? I really love to cook, and everyone said that I’m good at it.” You nervously played with your sleeve while Bucky was staring directly at you.

“Deal. I would honestly die for homemade food, ‘cause last time I ate it was at my ma’s and I really miss it. But you don’t have to do this, okay?”

“And you don’t have to help me.” You shot back.

Bucky’s smile grew wider, and he started shaking his head. “You have some temper, doll... Friday is okay?” 

“Yeah, totally, any time you’re free.” 

“Deal. I should probably go, and you better start training to cook food for me. I am really picky, and you insisted on paying me with it.” He said and started to walk back.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. “I know what I’m doing; don’t underestimate me!” 

“Fine. See ya, doll.” Bucky waved at you with the biggest smile on his face and finally walked away.

Well, it’s gonna be interesting. 

For the next almost two months, Bucky had been “working” for you, and you paid him with your food every single time because you couldn’t leave that man starving after he just got home from work and then willingly helped you. 

You two got closer. Bucky was a really good man; you found out it while you were sitting in your backyard looking at how his muscles were moving with every swing of the ax. He was right that it wasn't a big deal for him—the job that you would’ve been doing for several hours he did in twenty or thirty minutes. 

The conversation with Bucky was easy, he was a pretty reserved person, but he still told you everything about his job and his friends and asked you things about your life. It was hard not to fall for him. Especially when he gave you this boyish smile every time it was time to say goodbye or when you brought him your homemade food. 

Usually he comes to your house every Friday after work around 6 p.m., but today it was already 8 and he still didn’t show up. There was no light in his windows either, so you became really worried that something serious had happened. 

You were nervously sitting on the bar stool in your kitchen while your dinner was getting cold on the stove. You really had no appetite. What if he got injured from his dangerous work? Or maybe you were just overreacting and he went on a date with someone? You really had no reason to be worried that much because Bucky probably didn’t even think of you as a close friend, and you were just a too dramatic person with attachment issues. 

The light knock on the door scared you a little bit, but you still jumped out of your seat to open it. 

Bucky was standing there, visually perfectly fine and without any injuries, and you sighed with relief. 

“Bucky, oh my god, hi. Are you okay? I was really worried about you, and I don’t even have your phone number to text or call.” You mumbled as your eyes studied his face. 

“Hey, doll.” Bucky softly smiled at you, but it was obvious that he wasn’t really in the mood. “I’m fine. Just a shitty day at work. My boss went fucking crazy over nothing, and it was just a mess.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “But I have to do your firewood, so I'll go change and be back in a few minutes, ‘kay?”

He started to go back, but you caught him by his wrist. “No, Buck, wait. You don’t have to do it right now, really. I have enough wood, and you’re really exhausted. Come in; I have fresh lasagna and chocolate muffins.” 

“Um—are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to.” He mumbled. You noticed that you were still holding his wrist, but decided to leave it that way. 

“Don’t worry, I have enough food, and you look like you really need it. C’mon, don’t you want to eat something homemade and still hot after a bad day at work?” You gave him your best smile, and it was obvious in his eyes that he already agreed to your idea. 

“Okay, we can do that. Honestly, I feel like I’m able to eat a fucking elephant.” 

You both shared a laugh before you almost dragged him into your house and closed the door. Only at that moment did you realize that even though you gave Bucky a lot of food, he had never been at your place before. For some reason, you felt really excited to feed him and spend some time together. 

“Sit here while I’m heating the food.” Bucky obediently took a seat, looking with a soft smile at how you were moving around in your little kitchen.

You looked so domestic and soft in the warm yellow lights of the room in the cute pink cotton dress with little flowers all over it. The concentration was written all over your face as you tried to perfectly set plates and cutlery on the table and then put steaming lasagna on it.

“Fuck, it smells so good; you’re going to kill me, doll.” He wasn’t able to handle the amazing smell of food right in front of him. 

Your cheeks heated, and you waved your hand at him. “It’s just lasagna, Buck; don’t be dramatic.” You took a place near him, and you both started to eat your food. 

“I’m not being dramatic. I already told you that, besides my ma, you have the best food in the world. I could’ve eaten it three times a day for the rest of my life and not gotten tired of it.” He took another big bite, moaning as the taste filled his mouth. 

“You’re making me blush. No one ever told me this.”

“That’s my intention, doll. What, none of your boyfriends complemented your skills? Because I would’ve put the ring on that finger way too fast.” You looked at each other for a few seconds until you noticed that he had already finished his portion. 

“Do you want more?” Ignoring his previous words, you stood up and took his plate to give him some extra food. The dress gently flew around your thighs, drawing Bucky’s attention to your legs when you turned around. “Anyway, what happened at work? You mentioned your boss.”

“Ugh, Pierce is a fucking dipshit. Everyone there hates him, but he has too much money, so we can’t do anything. Me and Steve have really been on bad terms with him since the first day. He tries to tell us how to do our work, but his head is so far up in his ass that he can’t even listen to what we say.” You returned to your place and put a plate in front of Bucky again. The frown took place on his face while he was talking about Pierce, so you put a hand on top of his without even thinking. 

“He sounds like a total asshole. I’m sorry that you guys have to work for him.” Bucky’s face softened at your action. He flipped his hand so he could interlace your fingers, and you felt the warm feeling all over your body. 

You both definitely felt something, but you still stayed silent, enjoying the connection. It was obvious that you had feelings for each other. It was just hard to admit out loud, and, honestly, Bucky was so scared that you might think that he did all of this just to get into your pants. Which is not true. Well, he doesn’t mind, but it’s not his only intention. He wants to treat you right and ask you out on a date. 

Back then, he felt so bold and offered to help you with the firewood with the hope of getting to know you better. Steve and Sam obviously knew about his new “work” and teased him about it all day long. Unfortunately, he still didn’t find the right moment to ask you out. Those times when he came to you on Friday evenings and you were watching him work in your cute dresses or little pajamas were Bucky’s favorites. You looked so soft, cozy, and domestic that he wished to see you like this every day. 

After the last piece of a chocolate muffin disappeared in Bucky’s mouth and he let out a moan of satisfaction, he sat in your kitchen with closed eyes and a smile on his face. 

“If I had to have a shitty day just to get this type of meal at the end of the day, I’m ready for it.”

“Bucky!” You laughed at his dramatic words. “You don’t have to have a bad day. I can feed you just because.” 

“Well, you said it yourself. Now you won’t get rid of me.” You both laughed. Then he suddenly got up and started to put plates in the sink. “You sit, and I’ll wash the dishes.”

“No, Bucky, that’s not how it works!” You got up and caught him by his bicep. Really hard and big bicep. 

“Yes, it is. You’re cooking, then I’m cleaning.” He tried to get away from your grip to turn on the water, but you only held him stronger, now with both of your hands on his arms. 

“Bucky.” When he was standing so close to you, you realized your size and height difference, and it made you shiver. You turned your head up to look him in the eyes. “You are my guest; you shouldn’t do this.”

“My mother taught me to always help women because they are not our maids.” He stepped a little bit closer. “But if you’re saying this only because you want me to leave, I can do that.”

You were both looking at each other, and what you saw in his eyes made you weak in the knees. 

“No, no, I don’t want you to leave.” Your hands moved higher and fell on the sides of his neck. It was everything Bucky needed to finally kiss you.

Two large and rough hands took your face to bring your lips closer to Bucky’s height. He was gentle yet so passionate, and he slowly moved his lips against yours. It was mind-blowing how desperately you wanted him to devour you, to destroy you. While your hands were discovering his broad chest and shoulders, you felt that your body was suddenly lifted in the air and then placed on the kitchen counter.

Now that Bucky didn’t have to lean over to your height, it was easier to kiss you properly. His tongue brushed over your lips to ask for entrance, which you happily gave. Bucky felt too addicted to your taste, your smell, and the feeling of your smaller body against him. It drove him crazy.

“I've wanted to do that since the day I looked at you.” The hands on your hips tightened and moved you closer to his body. “You look so pretty, God.” Bucky’s eyes are running all over your face, trying to memorize every little thing.

“Bucky...” You dragged him closer again, desperate to connect your lips. His large hands wandered all over your body, slightly pulling up your dress and then moving higher and cupping your breasts in them. “I thought you were tired.” His large erection was obvious through his jeans, and you wanted to tease him. 

“I’m never tired for you, doll.” He mumbled against your lips. “I could’ve fucked you right on this table, but I’ll leave it for the next time. Where’s your bedroom?” You didn’t miss the promise to fuck you again, and your body felt ecstatic just because of this thought.

“Up the stairs, second door from the right.” 

Bucky didn’t say a word before your world suddenly moved, and you ended up hanging from his shoulder. Your bare ass was probably right near his face, and you couldn’t help but blush. 

He stormed up the stairs with one hand on your thigh, as if your weight on his shoulder was nothing, and then walked into your main bedroom. 

You were thrown onto your bed, and Bucky stayed in front of you for a few seconds to remember this picture. Swollen lips, eyes full of need, a short dress that pulled up and showed a glimpsing of your white underwear. Yes, you were perfect, and only for him. 

“Come here, Buck.” You raised your hands in his direction, and he obediently climbed on top of you with a smirk on his face.

He sat between your legs, moving his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs.

“Such a pretty doll for me, in this cute lil’ dress, mm?” His body was hovering over you, and when he found a zipper on the back of your dress, you ended up lying under him only in your white lingerie set in less than a minute. 

The pair of the most beautiful blue eyes devoured your naked body as soon as the piece of clothing was removed, and you had never seen a man look at you this way. Like you were the most beautiful, delicious, and priceless thing in the world. Bucky’s hands gently touched your body from the shoulders to your legs, and you swear that you heard a moan while he was doing it.

“Sweetheart.” He mumbled and leaned to gently kiss the soft skin of your belly, moving with little kisses higher until he reached your lips. “You’re killing me, you know that?” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Barnes.” It was impossible to think straight when his pretty face was right in front of you and his muscular body pushed you deeper into the mattress of your bed. He kissed you as you asked, but it didn’t last long before he pulled away with a grin on his face. You gently brushed his brown locks out of his face and tucked them behind his ears.

“So bossy, dollface... Do I have to fuck this attitude out of you?”

“Mmm, undress, and we’ll see what you are capable of.” You shot back at him, and he just moved away with a smirk on his face. 

In a few seconds, a red henley was thrown somewhere on the floor, and you were face to face with a body that was probably made by the Greek gods. Muscles on muscles, with tanned skin and freckles from the work under the sun. Now you wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

“Like what you see?” His smirk became wider as he saw the look on your face: slightly parted lips and darkened eyes that were looking at him up and down. Bucky's hands went straight to the belt of his pants, and with the last movement, he was standing in your almost dark bedroom completely naked. 

You almost choked on your saliva when he pulled down his pants and boxers at the same time. He was thick and long, with an angry red head. 

“No way this is gonna fit me…”

“It will, doll. I’ll take care of it. I bet this pretty little pussy will just suck me in.” 

It was over for you. You knew that. A handsome, respectful man with a perfect body and dirty mouth? Yes, he can do whatever he wants with you.

He returned to your bed, sitting in between your spread legs. He didn’t waste any more time when he reached behind your back and unbuttoned your bra. Bucky stood on his knees so perfectly that his dick landed on your covered pussy, and it made you both moan out loud. 

“Look at this, doll. ‘M gonna destroy her.” His hips slightly moved, and because your panties were soaking wet, it was so smooth and perfect. “Can you imagine that? I will stretch you out so well that I’ll ruin any other men for you. Make you–and her– mine.” He reached with one of his hands to your tits and squeezed your nipple between his fingers, while the other one was keeping your legs apart so he would be able to move his hips. 

You tried to close your legs by instinct. The tip of his cock again and again brushed right on your clit, and the slight pain from your nipple made you desperately moan and clench your bedsheets.

“Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Im not even inside of you, and you’re already a fucking mess.” Bucky’s rough voice was so sexy that it made you even wetter, if that was possible. He saw that you were close: by the way your breathing changed and how your eyes rolled back in your head. “C'mon, just let it go. Soak those panties even more.” His movements on your most sensitive parts of the body didn’t stop, and it threw you over the edge.

You were squeezing around nothing, and the most inappropriate and dirty moan escaped your mouth. It was something that you'd never experienced before, and it was so intense that you needed some time to get over it.

“Good girl.” Bucky grabbed your face and connected your lips, giving you another wet and sloppy kiss. 

Then, without hesitation, Bucky’s hands took off the last piece of your clothing, leaving you completely naked for his hungry eyes. He stared at your body up and down for a few seconds and then closed his eyes to take a deep breath and calm himself down. 

“Bucky, please, I need you so much.” You almost cried, trying to grab him and put his body on top of yours, but Bucky was much larger than you, so it was almost impossible.

Bucky finally calmed down a little bit, and he interlaced his right hand with your left, pinning it above your head. His body softly landed on you, and skin-to-skin contact sent shivers down your spine. He was now looking you right in the eyes, and judging by his facial expressions, he either wanted to fuck you lifeless or cuddle and hold you closely.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Bucky’s soft side came out again, and you slightly nodded, giving him permission to continue. The little silver square appeared in his hand out of nowhere before he ripped the package with his teeth and put a condom on. 

You honestly tried to hold back the little bit of disappointment you felt when he decided to use protection. It was smart. You weren’t longtime partners, it was a question of your safety. But the tiny voice in your head told you that you would’ve let him fuck you without it. To feel his perfect d–

Your thoughts were cut off with a deep chuckle. “You look like you’re sad that I put on a condom, doll.” You swear that his eyes darkened when you stayed silent. “If you want it later, I’ll fuck you raw, ‘kay? But now neither of us can think straight.” 

“Are you a perfect man?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.” Your smile faded as soon as you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, so when Bucky started teasing you again, rubbing you up and down to cover himself in your slick, you nearly lost it. 

“Bucky, please.” You whine, grabbing the side of his torso with your free hand. “Don’t tease me, please, I can’t—” 

Your words died as Bucky finally pushed inside of you. Your head fell deeper into your soft bed, and Bucky’s body tensed on top of you, trying to hold back a deep moan. 

It was overwhelming. He stretched you out so deliciously that you felt pain and inexplicable pleasure. No one ever made you feel this way—like you were on cloud nine and the man on top of you didn’t even actually fuck you yet. 

“You’re squeezing me so hard that I might cum like a teenager—fuck!” He groaned, squeezing your hand harder. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You tried to relax as much as you could with a dick buried deep inside of you, and Bucky was finally able to move.

Well, if it felt good earlier, then the first movement of his hips probably sent you right to heaven. Bucky cupped your face with his left hand, locking your eyes together, when he started thrusting at a slow pace. 

“So pretty for me, doll. You feel my cock in your stomach, huh?” Bucky’s lips almost touched yours when he talked, but it felt like he was too far away from you. “Good girl, take me so well. Knew that this pussy would be my death.” 

“More... harder, please, fuck me harder.” You spoke in between moans, gazing intently at Bucky's pretty face.

He started fucking you harder. Your bed was slamming your wall, but it didn’t bother you as much as the fact that he was hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You were a fucking whining mess under him, with a slightly open mouth and a drunk-looking face.

“Suck it like a good girl you are.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, and you moaned, doing as he said. “Your pussy is already sucking the shit out of me. Are you going to cum, baby? Going to make a mess on my cock while I fuck you? Imagine if I fucked you raw and filled you up with my load. I bet you’d like that.” The finger went deeper into your mouth, making you gag. You nodded your head as much as you could at Bucky’s words because you were already ready to cum.

“Give it to me, baby.” Bucky growled, sucking on your neck. His hips slammed into yours, making the nastiest noise, but it turned you on even more. A finger slipped out of your mouth, and Bucky’s face was in front of you again. “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“M-m, B-bucky! Don't stop, pl– ahhh!” The wave of the best orgasm of your fucking life washed over you. You swear the stars started dancing behind your closed eyes as you endlessly squeezed Bucky’s cock and his body.

The way you were moaning, how your eyes rolled back, and how your whole body trembled pushed Bucky over the edge. A few last movements in your soaking wet pussy and he came, feeling almost lifeless, as if you had sucked the whole energy out of him.

He let go of your hand, which this whole time he held above your head, and cupped your face with both of his hands, kissing away the tears you didn’t even notice.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you okay?” He whispered and moved your head a little bit so your eyes were directed at him. You looked like you were high or really drunk, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that you were the prettiest woman on earth.

“I– it’s like I don't feel my body anymore.” You lazily mumbled and closed your eyes. “No one ever fucked me like this.” 

“Glad to hear that, doll.” Bucky leaned closer and kissed your soft lips with more delicacy and tenderness. “Do you need anything? Food, water, bath?”

“No… Can you just hug me and stay here for the night?” You asked, now afraid that he would leave since he got what he wanted.

“Sure, just let me get rid of this thing, and I’ll still get you some water.” He kissed you on the forehead before carefully untangling his body from yours. You hissed at the new empty and a little bit aching feeling inside of you. “I’m sorry, baby.” 

Bucky threw a condom in the basket under your table and, putting on only his boxers, came down to the kitchen to get you a bottle of water. But when he came back, he saw that you had already fallen asleep.

You looked so cute—still naked, with a peaceful expression on your face, laying in the middle of your messy bed. He thought about whether he should disturb your sleep or not, but you asked him to stay, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then came closer to you, placed the bottle on the nightstand, and carefully scooped you into his hands, pushing away the covers. He put you back down, and then you opened your eyes. 

“C’mere…” You mumbled, still sleepy, and grabbed his hand.

Bucky quietly chuckled and got under the cover, hugging you from the back. You happily sighed before drifting back to sleep. Bucky kissed you in the hair, hugged you harder, and fell to sleep with you in his arms.

You woke up a little bit disoriented, trying to figure out what happened last night. 

The bed beside you was empty, but the aching feeling between your legs proved that it wasn’t a dream. You, in fact, fucked your hot lumberjack neighbor. But where did he go?

You found some random oversized t-shirt and walked down the stairs. Everything was silent; your kitchen was empty but crystal clean. Did Bucky just leave? 

Wait a minute. 

Yesterday there was a mess from your cooking and dinner with Bucky.

Now the room was almost shining. 

You looked around in confusion until you noticed a piece of paper on the table. 

All of your bad thoughts disappeared as soon as you read it, and you felt butterflies go crazy in your stomach.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #marvel smut #james buchanan barnes #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #lumberjack! bucky barnes

[brainfullofbees]

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#i'm gonna be honest. i don't know if my mom remembers that i'm nonbinary #and i mean. i never told her that my pronouns are they/them instead of she/they now #but. idk. hearing her refer to me as she all the time when she should know i'm not just that kinda hurts #and she's very chill about things and accepting of me but i'm still so nervous to come out to her again #cause last time she was like #''please don't change your name'' because it's her favorite name and she always wanted to name her kid that #and at the time i had no desire really to change my name #but then my relationship with my name got incredibly complicated #and now i'm worried she'd be so upset #idk #why is this so scary and complicated #why can't this just not be an issue #i just. i don't want to deal with this anymore #i just want to be bee and i want people to use my pronouns and i want it all to be cool and fine and nobody gets upset with me #.......i don't even know what i'm gonna do when i move tbh #like. it's so weird to think that i'll be allowed to introduce myself to new people as bee? and that's what they'll know me as? #and i won't have to worry about those people possibly telling my parents before i'm ready? #and i don't even need to tell them my birth name?? like there are friends of friends who have only ever known me as bee #and that's so wild to think about!! i have always been bee to them and they don't need to know any different!! #but what about work? will i be allowed to be bee there? will i be allowed to be bee even if my legal name is something else? #this is so. unnecessarily complicated #want. to scream #sometimes i have to sit here and repeat ''i am bee. my name is bee.'' out loud to myself #because i rarely get to hear my name #and i hate it. please just let me be bee

[cu7ie]

💋 big mouth ☆ ～('▽^人)

⠀⠀✿`` content warnings : gojo can't shut up. cervix fucking. switch reader and gojo. (gojo gets dommy at the end.) porn w/o plot. dirty talking, throat fucking, handjob, face humping, a lot of cum bc i said so nyeh nyeh, oral (dick-sucking/pussy licking), big dick gojo (and he knows it), reader has experience, gojo a little less so. stamina, gojo has it, you don't. cursing (lots of it). name-calling (both sides), afab reader. raw sex minors do not interact! 3.8k words Y'ALL.

⠀⠀✿`` author note : gojo cock is good. based as fuck please talk to me about gojo cock <3 also i fr think hes so annoying hes never quiet!! in my mind he so blah blah blah blah blah during sex . even if he dont like u he blah blah blah. also if you like my porn, reblog it! oh yeah!!! and leave comments omg... this fic got so away from me, idk how long it is its just so much fucking porn- also! @enchantedforest-network partner! join us hehehe

Gojo has a bit of a talking problem.

He's a blabbermouth at the best of times, and maybe in any other situation would you appreciate his insight. He's good at making mountains out of molehills, take your nothing and make it something; even when it's as mundane as the weather, he'll draw up his own storyboard and play all the different actors - reporter, news anchor, cameraman and "Satoru, coming to us live with the forecast,"

and at first it's charming, right? It's what endears most people to him; what attracted you in some respects. Bordering on bit of a god complex, Gojo's always been effortlessly confident; disarmingly charming; handsome to the point of aggravation. He's never a dull moment, always gives it his all, extra even when he's lazy.

But you thought maybe, just maybe,

if you shunt his pants down till they bunch around his ankles, and licked his cock from shaft to tip,

would he shut up then? Would he allow you a moment of silence (relative, because the sound of you sucking all up on his dick is decidedly extremely loud) to let your hair down, let your head bob back and forth, tongue slurping on the underside of his cock while your lips are wrapped firmly round the middle of his shaft?

"You really like sucking my dick, don't you?"

No. The answer is no.

His face has broken out into a smile, and you don't know if he's giggling out of incredulousness or nervousness - but you are surprised that all his blood hasn't gone to his dick, cause his cheeks are red. His hand cradles the back of your head graciously, sweat sliding down his nose because he has to crane his neck to ogle you.

"C'mon. You can take more of it inta your mouth - suck. Fucking suck." His hips shifty as you work your way towards the base of his shaft, and you chose to ignore the comment, what with cock in your mouth and all. He's gotten mouthy before, not like this, but it's nothing you can't handle.

See, Gojo's kinda ... easy. He can act all hard to get - er, mysterious and what not, but he's like any other aloof man with a pretty face. Afraid of gettin' close and not knowin' what to do with it. It, you know, -

And you do, but he keeps fucking up your rhythm by trying to fuck your hand. You give full strokes, rotating your wrist and pumping steady and quick, trying to look Gojo in his eyes as you're doing it, where as his gaze is dead set on your point of contact. "You're just a dog aren'tcha? Hump, hump, humpin', away." Your smile curling at the corners, at how easily he's giving himself to you. He's dripping pre,

His fat fucking cock. Thigh clenching, pussy watering, eye-widening kind of fat. Shit is so big can't even hold itself up, so you tell him "I can hold that for you," and he pants out as he nods rapidly, "Yes, please do." You get to jerking his cock and he's a whiny little bitch. "Faster" this, "More" that, moving your hand up and down his cock like you don't know what you're doing.

"Back up Satoru, I got this."

"Look at you - you're fucking panting."

And you think you'll get away with it. Get just grunt or a sigh in response. But of course his motorboat mouth starts going on...

"Yuh ... you're good, but, " He attempts nonchalance in a cherry tomato cosplay. Red red red all over. "You're holding out on me..." His tongue lolls at you playfully, and you decide anything not singing your praises wasn't worth hearing. He opens his mouth to say something else.

Your stutter your stroke (effectively cutting him off,) working your way to the head and massaging it between your thumb and forefinger. Sweat is pouring from Gojo's forehead. He's hiking his leg further apart on the couch so you have more space to touch him, your body snaking over his thigh, getting close enough for him to be able to feel your steady breaths on his cock. "Fuck! Stop - haah.." He groans like you're working him. You most definitely are. "Stop teasing.."

"A blowjob?" You purse your lips, ponder it over. "Think you'll be able to make it to the fucking?" Your breathing gets closer, and you feel him throb in your hand. "You sure seem excited! Just don't blow your load down my throat, save it for my pussy." You're teasing, licking your lips and pressing a sloppy kiss to his mushroom head. You could swear it'd gotten a little harder than before.

Only in those moments could you have recognized you gave the man a little too much power. When your pillowy, spit slicked lips wrapped around his throbbing cockhead, licking up the pre on your eager tongue, looking down and breathing deeply through your nose. He can hardly keep himself from lifting his hips and trying to pop through the other side of your throat with the damn thing!

Now, he's just a boy too big for his damn britches. He knows you give good head because of the way you move your tongue and jerk off whatever you can't reach, but it's not good enough head. He's big, sure, but for someone who talks like they fuck n' suck on the regular, something about the performance is feeling a wee bit lackluster...

And while you're busy thinking about how you got here, he's impatiently jutting his hips against your face.

"You listening to me?" His finger teasingly taps at your forehead, getting you out of your train of thought. "Don't tell me - I've already fucked your brains out? Maybe you're just a lil' cock-drunk. Got a remedy for that..."

He thrusts his hips and the rest of his dick tucks itself snugly into your wet warm mouth, head brushing past your uvula and nestling comfortably in your throat. You can't see the way your throat bulged a little, but you most definitely feel it. You make a noise, half-choke-half-whine, and he laughs gaily at the way his balls pap your chin. "Ah? You said something?" He peers down curious, your nose mingling well with the fluffy little hairs at the base of his cock.

You don't forget to breathe, although your eyes tear a little from his size. Your jaw and throat are being stretched to capacity, but you remind yourself 'through your nose'. It's fine for a bit longer - you bob up and down in relatively uninterrupted peace, til Gojo's hand on the back of your head gets a little too comfortable. "Just a little more... suck a little harder..."

Your face burns and you clutch at it, staring at him your the gaps in your fingers as he tucks into your pussy like it's supper. He's alright at it. He doesn't do it like all he's seen is shitty porn - he's really ... getting in there, actually. Oooh.... Ohh..

He starts trying to take over your flow, his grip firm enough to start bobbing your head up and down all on his own. Like your throat is just some fleshy, tight hole to fuck. Kinda makes your pussy drool, but that's besides the point. "Oh fuck.."

You moan and take it. Let him hump up into your mouth as his musk sorta clogs your nose. He's moaning so loud it drowns out most other cohesive thoughts in your mind, the plumpness of his balls cushioning your chin a little every time he tugs your head down. He's muttering stuff you can barely hear over the sound of sucking.

"Pretty baby. Here's to hoping you'll never suck anyone else's dick this good again.... holy shit..."

Eventually his grip lets up a little. It allows you more freedom in your movement for a bit. Though your jaw starts hurting sooner than later, so you give his balls a little pinch and he finally lets you up to take in a big good gulp of air.

His voice is a little shaky. "That was ... fuck ... that was nice." Your voice is a little raw, more croaky when you respond, "Just nice?" flicking his balls in irritation as you take huffing breaths. His cock twitches, shiny and coated in saliva, your drool dripping down over his sack - altogether one of your prettier pictures. "Y'know... what'd make that blowjob just a bit better?" He breathes like he missed oxygen, his sigh half content and mostly wheedling as one hand creeps towards the base of his cock, and his other gets comfy on your ass.

"You wanna fuck, Satoru?" He feigns a gasp, his mouth popping into a little surprised 'o' shape. His face can't belie his excitement, his palms clasping together almost comically before he realizes what he's doing and stops.

"Where could you have ever got that idea from...?" He says, jerking his cock a little and pointing it up to the sky. "Get over here." He pats your cheek with it. You're not against the idea, but Gojo hasn't impressed you enough yet. You poke it away with your finger, sitting up and shuffling out of your underwear. There's enough space on the couch that you can flop onto your back, looking at Gojo from between your legs, pussy pretty and glistening with your arousal.

The way he looks at you makes you squeeze down on absolutely nothing. Flustered yet wild like an animal, apprehensive like he's never sucked a clit before.

"Head first, then we fuck."

"Oh?" Gojo starts fighting to get his shirt off his head, scampering forward so fast he nearly falls into your pussy lips. "Easy boy! Down, down..." You mutter, his fingers digging into your thighs and spreading them clumsily. The aforementioned effortless confidence of Gojo seems to break away into something more sincere and somber when he lowers himself down to kiss your clit. The way he chooses to maintain eye contact throughout makes your heart flutter, and you get a bit of slick on his lips on accident.

His tongue darts over it. "Itadakimasu."

"Oh my fucking god..." Your chest almost deflates at how serious he is, nodding like he's bowing before going in with his tongue.

"Mmf..." Your sigh flutters out of you, becoming a full blown moan as his mouth firmly suctions over your clit and little labia, licking firmly and decisively. Like all of a sudden he knows what he's doing. His attention is most often directed towards your clit, suckling on it and making your thighs twitch. You push them against the side of his head but he forces you to spread them wider again, just to fuck a finger or two into you first.

Your pussy makes a little schlick noise, readily accepting him in the hot warmth of your cunt. "That's a good sign.." He meanderingly strokes his chin. "Take dick that well too?" Your head perks up, teasing underlined with irritation.

"Course. Now suck please, I liked you more with a mouth full." You smile shakily and Gojo seems to laugh in kind. Your smile is cut off by a gasp and shudder as Satoru firmly presses his finger into your wall, lifting his mouth to get a better look at your pussy as he's stretching it open. "M'sorry, did I cut you off?"

He licks the remnants of you from his damp lips, two fingers slowly thrusting in and out. All you can do is sigh, one legs flopped off the couch and the other slung over the back of it. He's alright at this. Not as good as him giving head, but it's not terrible either. Maybe you just like seeing him be quiet for more than a second.

His fingers feel like they're looking for something. First he's pushing down, and when you only grunt in response, he starts gently feeling around for that little pocket of sunshine...

"Up." You whimper, aroused but irritated with his finagling. Your hand slides down the front of your stomach, pressing softly on a spot right before your lips start and where your hair would begin to grow. "Around th-there... You got thaat?-" If his grin is anything to go by, he most certainly does. First he presses up into it like it's a button, which makes you squeak and yelp and clutch the couch, bracing for impact. Then he slowly opts you into the pleasure, trying to apply the right kind of pressure to massage a couple moans out of you, your juices coating his hand and dripping to his wrist.

"Oh, oh.." He winks cheekily as you sling your leg over his lap, positioning his cock till it's brushing up against your pretty lips, pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as your warmth beckons him further. "...save a horse..." He sighs happily as you sink down onto him.

"Hey - don't turn my couch into a slip n' slide now." You groan, clenching down on his fingers like you mean to squeeze the life out of them. "Need - I need more." You snort when he tries to go for a third finger. He clues in quick.

"Dick? I gotchu, don't even worry about that." He tries to slide atop you to complete this jigsaw, but you got a different idea in making these pieces all fit. You push him backwards with your foot a little, getting up off your back in one motion. He backs up to allow you space, clocked in to your movements just a tad.

"Oh my God Satoru." You groan out as the tip of his cock stretches you out, your pussy sucking him up so so greedily, like you'd been waiting all night. "What... don't like my banter babe?" Gojo grunts and your brows furrow, his hand jumping to your hips and steading you when you swoon.

"N-no... Just ... aaaah .." You squeeze his shaft and he actually honest to god chokes on air. "Just - oh fuck - just shut up for a sec. Let me have thissss..." You're halfway down now, Gojo gently coaxing you further and starting to rock his hips.

Pulling up with ease and sliding down further on his fat shaft with effort, Gojo stretches you open so good your legs keep trembling, your breathing hurried even after a couple minutes - and while Gojo seems to be enjoying himself (very, very much so), he's smiling up at you and your effort, very plainly amused. Sweat starting to trickle down your forehead, you're sat wondering what's so funny.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Go on - I'm definitely not stopping you." He sighs deep, his head lolling over the couch as you start lifting yourself up and down, your hand reaching up and going for your nipples. He's too focused on your wet pussy to pay you mind for a bit, but then he's drawn to them, hypnotized. He pulls on your left with his fingers, nibbles on your right with his teeth.

"Oh!" Gojo's blue eyes flick up, wrinkled at the corners. "Mno teef?" He says, still attached to your nipple. The vibration makes you laugh, more of his cock pressing into you as your muscles relax. "Teeth is ... teeth is fine." Gojo resumes his plucking. He lets you use his cock a little like a dildo. In fact, he kind of reminds you of a perfect Ken doll. Smooth muscles you can run your hands over, nice built shoulders, pornstar dick...

"Nuffin..." He mumbles around your areola, going back to sucking and scheming. Whatever. You focus on bouncing on this cock.

...

Opting to do most of the work probably wasn't the best decision. Your legs are championing through, but you're pretty tired, and after figuring out Gojo's dick is big enough to meet your cervix you've been having the time of your life. Sometimes you get too tired to lift yourself, so Gojo is oh-so-very helpful in grinding up into you, smearing his little pre-cum kisses up against your cervix.

"I'll even do all the work." His grin was smarmy, but you didn't clock it at the time. It's cute and still makes your pussy throb, so "Go," you say. "Go off, babe."

You're gonna cum soon. Gojo notices how tight you get when it's about to happen. His take over is a little subtle, but you're so interested in reaching that stiff peak, that tightening in your stomach, just chasing, chasing, chasing,

Gojo thinks, "like a dog." He smirks into your chest. Your cursing abruptly cuts into his thoughts, however -

"Shit! - fuck fuck fuck - ugh!" Every word is punctuated by a last effort of raising and falling, raising and falling, raising, and then being pulled. Gojo tugs your hips down and your pussy spasms as your body jerks.

"Satoru!" You yelp reflexively before something like a whimper weasels itself from your lips. You tighten around Gojo and it hurts a little because he's so thick, but you moan into his shoulder unbothered. A little broken, voice horse, but mostly unbothered. Til he starts moving his hips again.

"The fuck?" You stutter, a little caught off guard as you're suddenly shifted, up and down not from your own movement, but Gojo's rabid humping. "I'm almost there - soo close - can we keep goin', pretty please?" He grinds his hips into your orgasm terribly slowly, trying to get your brain to clock into overtime.

He carefully saws himself in, making your back arch at the sensation. He slides your knees apart and holds the back of them firmly, tugging you the rest of the way onto him. The meandering pace of sex before is tossed to the side.

And regret isn't quite the right word, but you'll feel something a little like it in a second.

"Whatever you say."

Your body is boneless, so it's pretty easy for Gojo to scoop you up, though it doesn't surprise you any less. Says there's not enough space on the couch for him to spread his wings, so he lugs you back to his cozy little room, and plops you onto his bed. Towards the edge of it, so your legs dangle off as he positions himself in front of you, holding his cock at the base - which now looks angrier than before. Instead of the blushy pink dusting it at the tip, it's a deeper, aggravated red now - slapping against your cunt like this motherfucker has places to be. "Open uppp~"

You were fucking Gojo before. Now he's fucking you. Any apprehension, slow-to-start bashfulness, gone with the wind. Once the head pushes past your entrance, a good five inches of cock go alongside it immediately after. Gojo's hiking your legs onto his shoulder's as he watches your eyes suddenly blow wider than saucers, laughing genuinely at the break in your nonchalance and worn facade.

"I should have answered you properly earlier." He says, brushing a stand of sweat slicked hair away from your forehead. He leans down so close, lips a little touch and go, the intention in his eye serious and cutting. With the movement, the last couple inches of cock fill you out, making you eep! But not breaking his focus in the slightest. "I want to fuck." He drags his hips molasses like, till the head is back at your entrance. He slides it back in smoothly, earnest chuckle overshadowed by your pitchy whimper.

"But I assume you got the memo - so," The sound of skin slapping against skin resumes, his pace almost breakneck. His balls slap against your ass with such ferocity it makes you yelp the first time, whimper the second, moan the third. Gojo seems more serious now, the balls in his court and the way you squeal and reach out for anything to hold only spurs him on further.

And are promptly cut off by a vigorous pounding, the sounds of your own moans, and an downright visceral embarrassment when you realize this is the second time you're cumming and in spite of all your fucking and sucking, Satoru hasn't even came once. And as if hearing your thoughts, Gojo's playful expression closes in - his brow furrows as each roll of his hips gets more decisive.

"Pussy tryna close up shop?" He mutters near your ear when you clench on him a little too tight. "You tryna break my dick or something? I know it's good, but you can't keep it -" You don't know if your sigh is from pleasure or exasperation.

"Gojo, please." He tweaks your nipple and makes you squirm.

"Ohhhh, I see how it issss. It's Gojo now?" With every drag of his words he slows down dramatically, dragging his cock along your walls so painstakingly sensual it makes you want to scream. "What happened to Satoru?"

You start placatingly. "Satoru, I-"

After a moment, his hand comes over yours, your fingers weakly folding over his. His pumps grow harder, but slow down, his eyes clamped shut as he looks up, and -

"I'll try to make this one a two-fer." He speaks with that same smile in his voice, and you're two far gone to offer a groan or snap in response. "Y-yeah. Cum, Satoru - I wanna, I wanna cum," His eyes dart up to yours, and it's a little hard to hold his stare, but you manage.

"Yes yes pretty baby. You'll - we'll cum. Soon... real s-soon."

Your muscles feel tired, used from your last orgasm and forced to prolong operation just to take more dick. It's harder to take the full length of his shaft, your tummy flipping and your mind beyond fuzzy and fucked out. But you hold out. Just a little bit ... longer.

His thrusts start getting sloppy. The bruising piston of his hips edge off their intensity, and -

You're cumming again. Your legs are shaking and your ass feels a little numb and you're clenching so so so hard, for dear fucking life-

"Fucking hell!" Gojo bites his tongue, and pumps into you for the last time.

"Good." You gasp. "That was good." Satoru runs a thumb over your clit, teasing.

He heaves sighs like he's moved mountains, but really he's just offloading hot cum from his throbbing nuts, pressed into you very closely before going entirely still. You thought you were full before? Now you're kind of... bursting. Is that the right word? Feels that way. Gojo does a full body shudder and stretches his back out, trying to fuck his load you before he's even came it all out.

There's so much that it spurts around the sides of his dick and you can feel some of it slip out, run down your thighs, and you quiver one last time before feeling strength leave your body. Satisfaction blankets over you, a nice, full-bodied comfort. When Gojo slides out, he spurts a little cum on your tummy, the rest of it oozing out of you slow.

"Haha," His voice is a little raspy, like yours now. He arches a brow before he bends down, planting a loving kiss on your lips.

"Just good?"

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[whelpimnauthuman]

Gotta love when somebody asks why I chose the username I did (on a different platform) and when I answer honestly ("haha, it's an attempt at trying to light-heartedly make fun of a bad situation with my disability") they. Chose to go from 0-100 and start making fun?? As if I didn't just say "yeah, it's been hard, we haven't even had a year since this happened"?

Like, I did my best to be light hearted, and get they were probably trying to get in on joking too? But there's a difference between "yeah, my brain don't work so I'm naming myself after it, haha" to someone I barely know doing a BrAiN dOn'T WoRk voice and asking if I stopped drawing because it affected my arms??

#rambling in the tags #I'll delete this later #but- HELLO?? #i get he was probably joking im just reeling a bit ig #I'm still kinda sensitive about it all ig #like. yeah dude i am gonna name myself after this and joke brain don't work. cause it doesn't #a little over six months ago i could walk just fine and had no issues talking. that's not the case now!!! #(yeah i had seizures but always have and always will so that's. fine) #and then finding out 'oh yeah it's a Fucking BRAIN LEGION jfhshs like. #we still don't know officially what that means yet #(it hasn't grown last we checked tho so yay) #i stopped drawing cause life got busy! im slowly picking it back up but Surprise! drawing takes focus and energy! #something i have trouble with! #(I'm also a perfectionist and am trying to get over stressing myself out when i do draw haha. just wanna have fun when i do it) #like i said im probably over reacting and he was also probably trying to joke with me and just. accidentally crossed a line or something #i just needed to vent this somewhere and delete it later cause DAMN