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#so I just assumed the problem was ME being too sensitive
nostalgia-angels · 2 days
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Sorry if this is a little too much for my first request; sub St Peter x Dom Reader where reader cockwarms him out of jealousy?? IF THATS TOO MUCH IM SORRY BUT THANK YOU FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO REQUEST PETER 😭😭
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No problem, nonnie dear! Thanks for being my first ask. SWEET REMINDERS
tw: sub! St. Peter, dom! GN! Reader, public sex, cockwarming, jealousy, prostitution mentioned, religious/Christianity related themes
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You were one of Peters first disciple, his closest--a former temple prostitute the temple of Venus, your work soon began to wane. It seemed people were more infatuated with other things, and without customers, you were set to starve. Then you heard the miracle worker was in town.
Selling your body was how you obtained food, water, everything. You weren't sure if you believed it, this...'miracle worker', but many seemed to follow him, so you assumed he could gift you some charm to increase your sensuality, couldn't he?
So one day, you entered the Forum, were he was preaching. The crowd was writhing, each desperate to touch the miracle worker, some for healing, others thought they could be blessed. They were merciless, not exception to a temple whore.
Someone shoved you hard as you pressed the crowd, trying to push towards the front of the crowd, when you suddenly broke through the line and hit the steps.
Your skinned forearms burned, but nothing compared to your face, which heated up.
Imagine your shock when his hand entered your vision as he helped you up--and your gaze met his baby blue eyes and your heart thudded in your chest. You sat beside him as he spoke too the crowd, let him baptize you--and followed him. Even to death.
So why was he ignoring you?
You grit your teeth as he continued chatting blissfully ignorant, to another angel. The female angel trailed a hand down his arm flirtatiously, smiling sickeningly sappy.
The intense bedroom eyes she was putting out really seemed not to hit, and you were just getting pissed. You walked over, putting your hand on his shoulder, forcing a smile on your face.
''Hey, Peter.''
The woman's nostrils flared as she looked down her nose at you with disdain written on her face.
''And you are?"
''Ah--! This is my...uh...partner!''
He chuckled nervously, furrowing his brows slightly as he glanced to the side at you.
''Um--''
''Oh, you have a lover!''
She went for a condescending chuckle but it came out a cackle as she twirled a violet curl around her finger.
''I just thought you could do better.''
You grit your teeth, as Peter stammered.
''W-well, I--No, thats not...um...''
He glanced at you, eyes blown as he looked around awkwardly. She chortled, rolling her eyes as she walked past him, slow and seductively swaying her hips, trailing a hand down his arm.
''Uh huh. Call me when your ready for real fun.''
Your eye twitched as she left. Peter sighed.
''I--''
''No, no it's fine!''
You interrupted, smiling, though you had different ideas.
''Perhaps I should just stick around the gates with you, too prevent...adventurous souls making a move.''
''Well, I--If you want.''
You followed him to the podium, hand around his waist, which wasn't odd. As a new winner approached the gates, that was when you sprung the trap. Slowly, your hand creeped up his pack towards the base of his wings, which were sinfully sensitive--which you knew very well.
''Name, plea-EE--Heh heh...''
His voice cracked and you slowly raked your fingers through the downy fluff at the base of his wings. He glanced at you, and you raised a brow, tilting your head.
''Something wrong, Petey? Go ahead, do your job.''
You said sickenly sweet, as his cheeks flushed a delicate tinge and he chuckled awkwardly before clearing his throat.
The new winner raised a brow, before slowly stating their name. As Peter flipped through the book, you traced the arch of his wing, the arm around his waist tightening slightly as you traced deliberate circles with your index finger around his hip.
You rested your shoulder on his chin as his breath quickened slightly, whispering in his ear, barely suppressing a laugh.
''You seem a little worked up, dear.''
''N-No I'm fine.''
He squeaked as he nodded to the winner, gesturing towards the gates with a flourish.
''You're free to go!''
He snapped the book shut, turning to you with pupils blown with arousal.
''C-can we--Plea--''
''Hm? But darling, your job.''
You interrupted, caressing his cheek. He whimpered quietly, lips quivering.
''But, I can help you right here. That way you won't miss any poor winners.''
''W-wha--Huh--but what if we--get caught''
''We won't.''
You purred, slowly hiking a hand under his robes. He groaned quietly.
''Shall I stop...?''
''N-no..''
He stammered, panting as you slowly thrust two fingers inside of him, watching with relish as he quivered, muffled moans with pursed lips.
''Remember to stay quiet darling..''
You chuckled, before slowly pulling out your fingers and instead brandishing something larger, carefully checking around too make sure no one was looking.
You slowly thrust into him, cupping a hand over his mouth to as he moaned loudly, before slowly removing your hand.
''Aww, such a good boy, taking it all.''
You cooed as he panted, shifting slightly to get friction.
''P-please--''
''Ah-ah-ah.''
You placed an arm around his waist, firmly gripping his hips.
''No time for that, love, your on the clock.''
You purred, laying your head on his shoulder as he squirmed, nodding shakily. He was breathing heavily, cheeks flushed as he was panting and whining quietly.
''P-please...move...please..''
He stammered as you pressed teasing nibbles down his neck, his silky pale blonde curls brushing your forehead. He let out a small cry of dismay as you chuckled breathily, pulling away.
''No, no.''
He shifted in your grip, letting out a soft growl of frustration as you held him firm.
''P-please...''
You shook your head.
''You should be more thoughtful, darling? It's not fun to be edged...teased, is it? Now, when your at your job for oh so long, leaving me at home--and when I come to see you...well, you're chatting with another hussy giving you bedroom eyes! Imagine how that feels?''
His eyes widened, as he took in a sharp inhale of breath, before tears of overstimulation and regret pricked his eyes.
''I--I'm sorry, I didn't mean too...I...''
You tilted your head at his apology as he whimpered, on the verge of tears.
''Oh, how sweet...I'll let it pass...what did you want again?''
You batted your eyes as a sigh of relief escaped him and he practically panted in desperation.
''Please--f-fuck me.
His cheeks reddened at the filthy words as they rolled off his tongue.
"As you wish, angel...''
You murmured, adjusting until both hands were on his hips as you rocked him on the shaft of your tool.
''Mmm-mmg--''
You gently pried his hand from his mouth as you saw that...woman from the corner of your eye, sidling towards the gates. You grinned sharply, leaning forward to hiss in his ear.
''Let me hear you sing, love...we have an audience.''
He yelped slightly before you quickened the pace, and he let out a loud moan, his wings puffing out as he gripped the edge of his podium, fingers digging into the gold-trimmed marble.
''Mmng--Ahg--It feels...so-so...good...Ack...''
Her eyes widened, as you pulled out far, reaching one hand to stroke down his hard length beneath his robes.
''Finish for me, why don't you...nice and loud.''
It took a few deep thrust for him to finish, hot arousal spilling over your fingers as his wings flared, feathers sticking out every which way. You purred praise in his ear, locking eyes with the violet-haired women as she stared, slack-mouthed.
''Tell me, love, do you think anyone could make you feel as good as I do...?''
You chuckled, pressing a trail of soft kisses on the smooth skin of his jawline as he shook his head.
''N-no. Only you.''
She clenched her jaw, turning on her heel, face red as she growled as stalked away.
''Well, the gatekeeper to the entrance to heaven is on a well-earned break.''
You tucked a hand under him, scooping him up bridal style as he squealed.
''Heh--wait, what--?''
You stretched out your wings, preparing to take off as he gripped around your neck.
''I can't--''
''Lets finish this at home, shall we?''
''...''
A/N: Writing gender neutral smut is...hard lol. Hope I did our favorite heavenly twink justice.
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fairytale-lights · 4 months
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It was interesting to find out that people having sensitivities to chemical scents is actually a real and recognized thing though. Like I knew that happened to me, but I kinda just figured it was one of my Issues, not something that enough people actually experience for anything to be done about it.
#though i suppose all of my issues really are genuine problems with explanations#but I'm just so used to not having explanations that i kinda just categorize them as oh well that's how it is#oh well that's how i am. that type of thing. and it's true that they are part of me but if i experience unusual pain then it's for a reason#and one that probably other people also do#and. if the chemical sensitivity is linked to my headaches then i suppose that is actually a true thing of other people too#it's a migraine trigger i think. it's not just some random 'oh well she just doesn't like perfumes' type of thing; it's a migraine trigger#i guess something about some types of chemicals people use for fake smells are things that upset some people's brains#(and nervous systems probably) in the way that sets off a migraine#my post#it was on a thing for my college at the start of the year- we had to do a 'diversity and inclusion training' and one question#it asked at some point to make you aware of What Privileges You Have was about if chemical scents can make you have to skip class#sometimes. like if you get headaches bad enough from smelling things that you can't go to class#and i was startled because i didn't know anybody cared about that! i thought it was something i get told to just deal with#and i just got a work email recently about dress code updates and one thing the dress code says is to be mindful of#what chemical scents you wear. something like that. i don't expect that to actually make my coworkers wear less perfume or anything#but it's interesting to know that's a thought. and a thing people are actually trying to help with#like i doubt people will see that and think it's something that needs to happen because it's normal to wear the perfume and they#probably will assume it doesn't affect people around them. i sure haven't brought it up to whoever wrote that. but it's nice to know#that it is a consideration being made i guess!
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insanechayne · 8 months
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highball66 · 3 months
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I find the juxtaposition between Leon being an extremely talented agent, but people within his field refusing to recognize this fact really interesting. As the audience, we're made to believe that Leon is perhaps one of the most talented agents, and his skills certainly seem to back this up... yet they seem to be contested within the franchise for reasons that aren't explicitly spelled out, but I think are easy to speculate on.
Chronologically speaking, one of the first instances of this would be RE4R. Krauser, who trained Leon, tries to use insults like Leon being "too soft" or "too weak" to do what needs to be done to get under Leon's skin, and calls him "pretty boy" as well-- a pretty charged and specific phrase. All of these instances seem to poke at Leon's more emotional or sensitive nature in addition to prodding at his physical appearance. Unlike the vast majority of military men, Leon didn't join to patriotically "defend his country" or to prove himself as a man, or any of that other bullshit... he was quite literally forced into this.
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But he unwillingly becomes a very talented trained killer-- something that very negatively impacts his mental health, as we've seen in Damnation-- and the government has no problem treating him as such.
Then in Degeneration, we get a somewhat similar story. The government sends Leon out to assist with the shitshow at Havardville and both Angela and Greg are immediately dismissive of his skills. As Greg puts it, Leon doesn't "look military" (are you sensing a pattern?) and seemingly makes it his mission to do everything Leon tells him not to do, like a defiant child. At one point he even gets up in Leon's face, shouting and gesturing at Leon in a way that's reminiscent of how cis men act when their favorite team scores a touchdown. In other words, because Greg is significantly bigger than Leon and has already pointed out how Leon is different from the rest of the military men, he's trying to assert himself to Leon with that stereotypical alpha male, macho man shit.
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And this idea comes back again in Infinite Darkness where Jason, Patrick, and Shen Mei openly debate Leon's skills while waiting on his arrival. Patrick points out that he thinks Leon was just "at the wrong place at the right time" which seems to suggest that others probably harbor this sentiment as well. If the other agents know Leon's name, and they're all openly engaging in a debate of his skills, how many other times has this happened? How many other agents, like Patrick, wrongfully assume that Leon is incapable?
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It doesn't look like it's limited to just the agents either. When PA Ryan leads Jason, Shen Mei, and Patrick in to talk to Graham, he opens by remarking that one agent is still in route but these three are probably the most qualified-- and then he gets cut off, but the emphasis he puts on Jason, Shen Mei, and Patrick seems to suggest that it was more along the lines of "Leon's not here, but it's ok because these three are the most qualified for this mission." Which is funny when you consider that Patrick didn't even know to shoot them in the head, and don't get me wrong I love Patrick, but why is he here for such a high-stakes mission??... and then he doesn't even go with them.
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But, this all begs the question, how would those rumors even start? Shen Mei points out that Leon's handled dozens of critical missions by this point and Patrick knows that Leon was the one who saved Ashley, so it's very interesting how people are fully aware of Leon's accomplishments, yet they often refuse to recognize him for such.
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I can't imagine how hard that would have to be for Leon. While the fandom jokes about Leon being the president's lapdog, and his co-workers seem to do the same, it's more the fact that he's the government's bitch but none of his co-workers know this. So they constantly underestimate him, talk shit about him behind his back, assume he's not as skilled because he's pretty, and they don't know that Leon isn't even here willingly. I believe that a lot of this stems from the fact that the gov doesn't see Leon as a human being-- he's just their best weapon-- so if they treat him as such, others are going to do the same. But, I think this also adds a layer to Leon's "rest in peace, assholes" because keep in mind, the zombies he just killed were all WH staff and other agents.
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mysadcorner · 6 months
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Reader’s in her pre-period shit. She’s in a point of extreme horniness and anger at the same time.
It’s happen to me every pre-period days and it’s most difficult part of my life 😣
How would batboys react reader being both angry and horny at the same time?
Congratulations your 600 followers btw I hope it’ll be something like 600000 one day 🥳🥳
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Dick Grayson
• Dick probably hasn’t had a lot of experience with living with women after he was adopted by Bruce, and he certainly hasn’t held a lot of seriously long term partners despite his many relationships. He may not know how to handle your conflicting feelings at first, but he’s always willing to figure them out to keep peace and to help you feel better.
• He wouldn’t be a huge fan of the mood swings, but he’s still able to handle them pretty well. He’s good at calming people down when they’re feeling tense, and you can hardly stay angry at Dick for very long. Plus he’s more than willing to help you out when you’re craving intimacy from him.
• If you’re usually in the mood for intimacy with Dick in the days leading up to your period, he will be thrilled to help you out. He may not always have the time and he may be tired due to how much he has to do during the day and going on patrol at night, but he will always find a way to make more time for you.
• He would try his best to be sensitive towards you, and will always apologise if he accidently upset you or made you angry in any way. However, he may end up getting tired of having to be careful around you and watch what he may say or do at this time every month due to you potentially being overly sensitive.
• Going through this every month may be tiring for the both of you but Dick will be more than capable to handle and deal with it. He also loves you very much, so he isn't going to let your anger get in the way of anything in your relationship together and will make the most of you wanting to be intimate with him.
Jason Todd
• Jason is going to be very confused if you haven't opened up to him about what you're feeling or what the problem might be that you're facing. He'll try his best to understand, but until you open up to him about what you're actually going through he's going to be pretty clueless.
• He wouldn't be a big fan of the mood swings as he hates being snapped at, especially since he's allowed himself to be vulnerable in a relationship with you. You being mad at him is much different to the people he fights on the street or one of his family members being angry at him, so if you're not going to be direct and honest with him (and instead are just irritable and angry) then he isn't going to force himself to be around you.
• Jason would have no problems with you being in the mood for intimacy more often that you usually were, so you certainly won't have any complaints from him about this. He'll also feel a lot more comfortable initiating intimacy with you now that he knows that you're naturally more inclined to want the same thing as him.
• He always tries his best to be sensitive about the things he says or does around you because he naturally has a hard time doing so after all he's been through. He may mess up with this though as he's naturally very outspoken and rough, so if he does upset you he just wants you to know that he didn't do it on purpose.
• For Jason, this being an occurrence every month wouldn't bother him too much as long as the two of you aren't fighting because of it. He doesn't really care how much the two of you make back up and resolve arguments if there's just going to be another one around the corner - and he really doesn't have the patience to put up with it.
Damian Wayne
• Damian is usually very stoic while also being attentive. So when he first finds that you're having conflicting emotions around this time he wouldn't assume that is was because of the hormonal influence you may be under, and would immediately assume there was a problem that he needed to fix. He wouldn't catch on to what the problem actually is until you explain it to him, and even then he may act uninterested about it at first when he realises you're not facing any threats or trouble.
• Damian doesn't care if you're having mood swings, and he'll hold firmly the belief of treating someone how you always intend to treat them. The fact that you may be snapping at him without provocation or getting mad at him randomly shows that you're not in control of your emotions (or in his mind you're not trying to be). So no matter how much he loves you, mood swings are not something he'll simply put up with just for the sake of keeping you calm when he's not the one at fault for your behaviour.
• If you're in the mood then he will of course be more intimate with you, whenever the time is right. He isn't the type to be intimate with someone on a whim, so even if he is in a relationship with you, he'd prefer to wait until the two of you could have some proper alone time instead of just rushing around whenever one of you is in the mood.
• Damian has a hard time being sensitive towards anyone, but as you're someone he loves he will do his best to be a bit more gentle around you. He likes and needs someone strong willed, especially with the lifestyle he has (so despite being sensitive towards you, he does get tired of needing to very quickly).
• Having to deal with this every month would not be something he's willing to put up with, especially as your mood swings may cause some insecurities about the defence he's constantly trying to keep up for his own safety. He also isn't one to put up with arguments at all from someone he truly cares about, so if this does consistently happen every month and he suffers from it you can't expect him to put up with it for long.
Tim Drake
• Tim is always going to try and find the root of the problem, so when he finally realises what may be causing your temper or sudden bursts of wanting intimacy he's relieved to know that it's just something simple and not a problem in your relationship together going on.
• He doesn't like dealing with you mood swings, because this guy feels bad whenever you do already, so for this to happen pretty often he's going to be going through an emotional rollercoaster with you. He'll try to keep the peace between you and calm you down whenever he can, but he does hate the arguments no matter how much you blame mood swings (especially as it's not fair for him to have to deal with).
• Tim will always be excited when you're in the mood, so you don't have to worry about him turning you down too often; although, he does sometimes get too caught up in his work meaning he doesn't always have enough time to do whatever you want when you want. As long as there are boundaries about you not trying to distract or impose anything while he's doing something important then he'll have no problems with it.
• He always does his best to be as gentle and kind as he can be towards you, so you'll never have to worry about him being mean or having to be more sensitive around you. He's quick to notice slight changes in your behaviour so he's also pretty good to notice when he should or shouldn't say certain things to you.
• Tim is pretty good at dealing with this kind of situation, so he doesn't mind putting up with it every month. He will be tired sometimes, so it wouldn't really bother him unless it results in a serious argument or something bad happening because of either a mood swing or getting in the way of his work to get his attention.
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genderkoolaid · 19 days
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Cw: "Aaron" Bushnell https://www.assignedmedia.org/breaking-news/bushnell-gaza-immolation-protest-trans-identity
I thought I should let you know if you didn't already. Rip Lilly
While there is evidence pointing to Lilly/Aaron being trans, I still think we should be careful in how we talk about it. I don't really have a problem agreeing that the username and the reddit history does feel like someone who, at least, is exploring their gender identity. A person who says they knew him/her in life is very insistent that s/he could not have been a trans woman based on private information. However, others who have said they spoke with him/her online frequently insist s/he went by Lilly and used she/her and he/him. Although I don't think there's any reason necessarily for those folks to be lying, I do wish there were actual screenshots of the pronoun use in discord servers? Given that rn the conversation is just People Online Making Claims.
I'm still unsure of how I feel we should talk about this tbh. Lilly/Aaron was very deliberate in how s/he presented his/her gender to the public. As the person interviewed says, I don't think Bushnell would be upset by being seen as trans if s/he was a cis man. But even if s/he was trans, I am hesitant to make assumptions about what is best for a trans person's legacy. The issue of trans recognition in death is very sensitive for most of us, so I understand why people are so invested in this. But it should be kept in mind that the discussion around Bushnell's gender should not overshadow support for Palestinians. That was his/her goal and its clear that s/he cared more about that than making a statement about his/her own gender. It is fully possible for a trans person to make the decision to let themselves be assumed cis, and be comfortable in that decision, and its not up to other trans people to decide whether they made the wrong decision with their own legacy.
Its possible s/he made that decision solely because s/he wanted to prevent his/her message from being derailed by transmisogyny. But again, that shows to me that s/he wanted more than anything for his/her death to be focused entirely on raising support for Palestine. I don't want to be patronizing about Lilly/Aarons's decisions and I definitely don't want any Discourse on this to do exactly what s/he was trying to avoid. Additionally, Bushnell is reported as having used he/she pronouns. The person who claims s/he used both uses both Aaron and Lilly. Its very easy for genderqueer and nonbinary people to have their identities reduced to binaries in death, even by other trans people. If s/he was trans, why are we making assumptions about if s/he was fine with being called a woman, or that s/he wasn't okay with being called a man? There is too much grey space and too much exorsexism that goes unchallenged in our community for me to not feel the need to point this out.
Anyways. I guess my Take on this is that both trans and suicidal people tend to have our choices undermined, and have people on all sides debate over what we Really mean and what we Really want. We are rarely seen as being the experts on ourselves, or having our autonomy respected even when it makes others confused or uncomfortable. I don't think anyone online discussing this can have a full picture of The Truth. Like I said, I don't think there's any reason to assume people claiming they knew Lilly and that s/he used she/her and he/him pronouns are lying right now. But more than anything I'm concerned that the debate over this could end up doing exactly what Lilly/Aaron was trying to avoid. And I don't think its my place to insist any trans person has to be out. I want to respect what s/he wanted for his/her legacy. I don't want him/her to be a trans hero if that results in detracting from his/her goals.
I think this is part of larger moral issue trans activists have to deal with when it comes to trans history: when is it okay for us to correct the language someone used for themselves? When is it illuminating and respectful, and when is it whitewashing someone's own self-perspective to fit our goals? Bushnell was extremely purposeful in everything s/he did as a part of his/her suicide, and that includes how s/he presented his/her gender. I don't want to disrespect those decisions.
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harlowsthetic · 8 months
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You're Beautiful.
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Featuring. Jack Harlow x Fem! Black! Wife! Pregnant! Reader.
Request From [@inlovewithpandora]. Jack x fem!black!reader (wife) #1 - Person A being overly emotional and sensitive due to their pregnancy and Person B comforting them patiently + "I have stretch marks now." "And they look beautiful on you." Reader is beginning to feel insecure about her looks. She’s gaining weight and getting stretch marks and she begins to feel like Jack doesn’t find her attractive anymore (Jack actually loves her body more now that she’s pregnant) Jack comes home early and when he gets close to their bedroom he can hear sniffles and cries which makes him think she hurt her self so he storms in and finds her standing in front of the mirror crying. He asks her what’s wrong and she tells him she think he doesn’t find her attractive, she doesn’t like her body and etc. he brings her into his embrace and wipes her tears and tells her she’s still beautiful and comfort and reassures her. Post
Summary. When you start feeling insecure about your pregnancy, Jack reassures you that you'd always be beautiful in his eyes.
General Tags. Hurt w/ Comfort.
Content Warnings. Insecurities on gaining weight, pregnancy, insecurities on stretch marks, crying, doubts about Jack falling out of love, and Jack comforting you.
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Jack decided to come home from the studio early to surprise you with the latest food you’ve been craving. He balances the food with one hand as he sticks the key in the door, turning the key, and pushing the door open. “Babe, I’m home!” he shouts as he makes his way to the kitchen setting the food and the keys on the counter. 
“Babe?” he looks around confused as he takes out his phone to see if you had texted him that you were going somewhere, it was not like you to not greet him when he came home, he was used to running into his arms with a huge smile on your face as you told him about your day and he would put his hand over your belly as he rubs it slightly as he talks to his baby boy.
When he sees no text from you, he assumes you’re just in the bedroom and didn’t hear him. He sets his phone on the counter before heading upstairs when he walks up to the door, he goes to knock but before he can, he hears you crying and a worried expression takes over his face as you might have hurt yourself and he rushes in to see you standing in front of the mirror with your hands on your stomach in nothing but your underwear, noticing the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. 
“What’s wrong?’ he questioned as he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach, rubbing it slightly. “Babe, I want you to be honest with me,” you sniffled as you lazily made eye contact with him in the mirror. “Yes baby, of course, I’m always honest with you.”
“Am I still attractive to you?” you looked down at your feet not wanting to see his reaction. Jack was surprised at your question, surprised at the fact that you would even think that there was a possibility for him not to be attracted to you. It makes him start to wonder if he wasn’t showing it enough to you and if he was in the studio too much. “Of course baby, why would you ever think that?” 
“Well for starters, none of my clothes fit me anymore now that I’m getting bigger. The maternity clothes are probably not sexy enough for you,” you fidget with your wedding ring as you talk. “I have stretch marks now.” A frown forms on your face as your hands begin to rub against what you saw as problem areas. The marks ranged from your lower to mid stomach which made you feel insecure about wearing certain clothes around Jack because you didn’t want to amplify them and bring them to his attention. "And they look beautiful on you," you continue to avoid his eye contact not believing him.
“Hey… you want to know what I see?” he asked with a soothing voice. With a slight nod of your head, he brings a hand to your chin, lifting it gently so you can look at yourself in the mirror, “I see a very beautiful woman whose carrying our little bundle of joy,” he starts slowly tracing over your stretch marks as he continues to speak. “Babe, you should not be ashamed of your stretch marks whether they stay or disappear, it’ll always be a reminder of you carrying our baby boy who would be happy to have you as his mother.” he wipes the tears away as he looks into your eyes as a small smile forms on your face, the same smile he fell in love with.
His eyes look down at your lips for a moment before looking back into your eyes as he bends down a bit so his lips can connect with yours, his hands still rubbing your swollen belly as your lips explored each other, the kiss was different than how you would normally kiss, it felt more soft and gentle. When you pull away from each other, you continue to look into the other's eyes, and a huge smile forms on his face. 
He got on his knees and faced your stomach as he laid kisses on each of your stretch marks and all you can do is smile and try to keep the new tears from falling down your face. “I loved your body before but I love it even more now that you’re pregnant and will forever love it for the rest of my life,” he kissed another one of your stretch marks and looked up at your loving smile that he fell in love with. 
You haven’t been more in love with him than at this moment, you knew that whenever you felt insecure about yourself, he’d come in and reassure you that you have nothing to worry about because in his eyes, you were perfect, you were the world to him. “Come on, your food is getting cold,” he said as he got up off his knees, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him as your eyes lit up. “You got me food?” he lets out a chuckle as he leads you downstairs, “Glad to see you back to your usual happy self.” he smiled as he looks down at you and you shoot him a smile back. “Thanks to you, I love you so much,” once reaching the bottom step, he stops and brings you close to him as he shakes his head, “That’s impossible, I love you so much more.” you let out a chuckle and leaned more into his touch.
It was just something about him that made you feel safe whether it was his eyes or the smile that always knew how to bring you in, you couldn’t imagine life without him and he was the best thing to ever happen in your life and now you’re having a baby with him, a dream truly come true. You just know that the baby will take after him with a father like Jack and a mother like you, he was going to be in good hands and both of you couldn’t wait for him to make his arrival.
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☆ 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖𝟎’𝐒!𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 (+𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒) - 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ☆
people included/mentioned; james hetfield, lars ulrich, kirk hammett, dave mustaine, cliff burton
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☆ first off, bro is aggressive asf when play fighting & does not feel bad at all. he will literally throw you across the room & tell you to stop being sensitive.
you and james had honestly been messing around at first, gently shoving each other. then, it escalated and you guys were having a full on match. you shoved him a little harder, causing his back to hit the wall. suddenly, you were picked up and thrown onto the couch—which is better than the floor, but damn it still hurts. “james alan! that hurt!” you yelled. “oh, come on, y/n. that wasn’t anything.” he rolled his eyes. “you threw me across the fucking room!” you argued. “yeah? you landed on the couch, you’re fine.”
☆ you call him james alan or alan when you’re annoyed/angry with him & he hates it—but soon grew to accept it.
“james, clean up your shit.” you had said. his clothes were everywhere along with some picks and his hat. “calm down, i’ll get it.” james rolled his eyes. “i’m not taking the fucking attitude today, james alan. pick it up now.” james huffed at the mention of his middle name, grabbing his stuff and putting it where it goes.
☆ you’re literally the “where’s james?” or “where’s y/n?” duo when one of you aren’t with each other.
james showed up at rehearsal, kirk and lars ushering up to him. “wait, where’s y/n?” kirk asked. “how am i supposed to know?” james mumbled, being overly hungover. “well, i’m gonna assume you’ll see her later. give her hair straightener back.” kirk handed it over. “why would you need a hair straightener?” james slightly squinted his eyes under the lights as he looked up. “don’t worry about it.” “HE FINALLY LET Y/N STRAIGHTEN HIS HAIR!” lars yelled, causing james to slightly wince—the slight pounding in his head getting heavier. “oh, sorry—look at this.” lars handed over the polaroid photo of kirk with straight hair.
☆ ngl i feel like you’d defend him a lot since james was more nervous & stuff like that. i feel like that would happen a lot in the 80s with lars & dave—when an argument gets too far. all james can do is laugh because the person you just told off is kinda shocked.
james and dave were arguing about something that you didn’t even care about, really. it was something dumb. but, the two were aimlessly going back and forth. suddenly, dave said something that crossed the line a little. before james could utter a word, you had slapped dave; sure, it wasn’t brutal, but it wasn’t light either. “did you just slap me?” dave asked, looking at you in disbelief. “yes, i did,” you started, looking up at dave—no matter the height, it didn’t bother you when it came to james—“now, why do you think it would be okay to say something like that?” dave started, but you didn’t let him answer. “that doesn’t matter actually. you shouldn’t have said it at all. watch your mouth.” dave stayed silent for a few seconds before grumbling, “alright…” and james couldn’t help but laugh, along with lars.
☆ along with keeping other people in check, you also gotta keep james in check—cause everybody makes mistakes.
let’s be honest. james can and is a dick. you love him, but he’s a dick. you had been at a party and james had got defensive over something, he hadn’t told you the whole story, so now you had him dragged him to a corner, sitting in a chair. “james. alan. hetfield. what is your problem?” you said as you made him sit down. “he was being a dick…” james mumbled, looking at his lap, embarrassed at the fact that you had just sat him down like a mother in front of everyone. “so? you have to ignore people like that, james. you have to be mature.” you raised your brows, trying to get the message across. “but-“ you cut him off, “no. i’m not hearing it. either you proceed with a mature attitude, or we leave now. you choose.” “fine…”
☆ people assume you are sister & brother to the point where you both go with it. you don’t even have to look similar, it’s the way you both are assholes to each other lmao.
you and the guys were out, ordering food. james was the one who got handed the food and then distributed it to whoever ordered it. “alright, and this is your sisters.” the old women sat down the food in front of james and he pushed it across the table towards you with a careless manner. when the waitress walked away, lars snickered, “did she say ‘your sister’?” james nodded, “yeah, i think so.” “but you don’t even look alike.” kirk stated, confused. “oh, i know. he’s ugly as hell—i don’t know why people think that we come from the same person.” you said, shooting a playful glare at james.
☆ nobody is allowed to be mean to you except him.
it had been in the morning and cliff was cooking breakfast, lars and kirk were going through old shit that kirk found. you were helping cliff every now and again, while james was just stuck in the middle of everyone, sitting on the counter. it had been the morning, so no one was really ready for anything. it’s wasn’t a problem until james spoke up, “y/n, you look like shit, not gonna lie.” lars laughed, looking up from the box kirk had. “yeah? what about you?” you retorted. “i mean, he’s not wrong.” lars butted in, his attention no longer on kirk and the box at all. “hey, fuck off and mind your business.” james voice was a little higher, defensive even. “it’s not that serious, but whatever.” lars rolled his eyes.
☆ bro is somehow always in your house. you can change your lock & shit but you always find him asleep on your couch in the morning.
you came out of your room to find james, asleep on your couch. you sighed, annoyed. you had told this fucker to stop breaking into your house when he need’s to crash. you smacked him in the forehead. “mm..ow! what..?” james stretched and covered his face from any more of your hits. “how the hell did you get in here?” you asked, sitting on the couch by his feet. “the window. where else would i get in?” he shrugged, sitting up. “the door, maybe?!” you suggested. “i can’t! you took the fucking key!”
☆ if one of you goes out & gets food you always get something for the other.
you had got to metallica’s apartment after work. james and lars had been practicing while kirk and cliff were all spread out on the couch, probably blazed. james stopped playing as you walked in, fishing something from his pocket. he handed you a half eaten mcdonald’s sandwich. you took it with disgust etched all over your face. “hey, it’s the thought that counts, dickhead. eat it.” james rolled his eyes when he looked up and saw your face. you eventually ate the nasty sandwich, that was once pocketed, so james would stop bitching.
☆ you help (not really) each other with hangovers.
you were rudely woken up by james. he had thrown your door open, flicked on the lights and set food down on your bedside table, “morning, sunshine!” he yelled sarcastically. “stop..go away..” you covered your face with the pillow, attempting to block out the light.
☆ you guys will literally rip each other apart with insults but in such a casual situation.
“move over, dickhead.” you said, shoving james out of the way. “okay, calm down, you asshole.” “blonde bitch.” “whore.” “man-whore.” “sensitive anne.” “cunt.” “you’re the closest to a cunt!” “whatever, that’s why you complain all the time!” “okay, you’re ugly as hell.” “you look like a wet rat coming out of the sewer!” “fuck you!” “fuck you!” as you guys yelled at each other, kirk and lars exchanged glances before looking at cliff, eliciting a shrug from him.
☆ you’re his wingman because he’s awkward.
you and the guys had gone to a party, which meant you and james were stuck side by side. you attempted to have conversations with him, but he seemed distracted. “what are you looking at?” you asked as you attempted to find what he was staring at. he shrugged, but you eventually figured out it was this pretty girl at the bar. “you have a crush?” you teased. “oh, shut up. don’t say ‘crush’, we’re not in the 7th grade.” he huffed softly. “fine. you should go talk to her though.” “me? dude, be serious.” “i am—you’re literally james hetfield. go talk to her.” you urged him on. “no no no no no!” he clung onto your arm, staying in his spot. “well, how will she know you think she’s cute?” “can you go talk to her?” “james, you’re 22.” “y/n, please?” “fine, fine.” you huffed, replacing your expression with a smile and walking over to her.
☆ he expects you to remember important dates.
james walked out of his room, “hey, is it sound check today, y/n?” he ran his fingers through his messy hair. you shrugged. “how do you not know?” he asked, sounding annoyed already. “why would i know? it’s not my band.” you pointed out. “i told you to remember!”
☆ the way he styles his hair & shit is ultimately up to you lmao. no matter what other advice anyone tries to give him, it only matters what you say.
“what about this?” james asked you, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with his leather jacket. “oh my god, i told you it looks good!” lars yelled from the other room. james ignored him, still looking at you for your opinion. “um..it’s good, but change the shirt. pick a lighter shirt.” you said, offering your advice. “no! you’re not changing the shirt—let’s go!” lars complained. “how can i trust you? y/n said to change it.” james argued back.
☆ mandatory movie nights. don’t you dare try to cancel.
“what do you wanna watch tonight?” james asked, plopping down on a kitchen seat as you made breakfast. “um…actually something came up tonight.” you said, trying to gently break it to him. “who died?” he asked. “nobody. what do you mean?” you turned to look at him with a confused look. “well, if no one’s dying or dead, i hope you don’t think you’re getting out of movie night then.” james shrugged. “dude, i’m serious. i’m having a girls night.” you explained to him. “oh, please! do it tomorrow! i wanna watch children of the corn!” he complained, basically telling more than asking. “james..” you attempted to reason with him. “y/n…come on….pretend we’re two girls or something watching a movie during girls night.” you bursted into laughter. james threw his arms up, “what?! i’m trying to help you get past this oh-so-terrible night you’ll have with me since you, apparently, can’t watch movies with me anymore!”
☆ you’re stuck helping him with guitar riffs.
“can you help me?” he asked, playing a couple of notes to a riff he was working on. “sure.” you walked over and played some string while the guitar was still in his lap, attempting to help. “yeah, but that doesn’t sound right.” he groaned, annoyed. “okay, i’m sorry. you asked me to help, so i tried.” you backed up, giving him space. “no, no, i still need help. get back here.” so, you attempted to help him again. short story later, he complained the whole time you tried to help him and ultimately finished it by himself.
☆ if you don’t play the guitar—or know much about riffs in general—this one connects to helping him with riff even if you don’t know what that shit means.
“how does this sound?” he asked, playing a guitar riff. “james, i told you already.” you sighed. “what’s your problem today? just help me!” “i don’t know what this shit means, you idiot!” you yelled. you both glared at each other for a second before james pointed to the door. “no help? no hang out. go.” he pointed his finger to the door. “good! can’t stand you anyway!” you rolled your eyes, leaving the room.
☆ he’s not a very feeling type of person so when he get’s really drunk & you take him home—he’ll tell you how appreciative he is of you & how you’re a really good best friend.
“alright, come on..” you whispered, one of james arms wrapped around your shoulders for support. “y/n..?” james slightly trailed off as you walked him to his room in the dimly lit apartment. “yeah?” james swallowed before mumbling, “i know…i tell you i hate you a lot, but i don’t..” you had to refrain from laughing, leading him to his bed, “it’s alright, i know, okay?” you attempted to console him in his drunken state. “no..’m serious. you..do a lot for me..” you let out a small laugh, covering him up with a blanket. “and you’re my best friend…love you so much..” although, you found the situation funny, it was also sweet. “i know, i love you so much too. get to sleep.” he muttered something incoherently as you shut the lights off and gently shut his door.
☆ he tells you to quit being sensitive or to stop acting like a girl all the time.
as you walked out of your bathroom in the morning, james was wide awake. you assumed he had just got back from a party—but whatever it was, you jumped. “jesus! quit doing that shit!” you breathed, after it had caught in your throat. “what shit?” his expression was confused but also slightly amused. “scaring me!” you sat on the couch. “oh, quit being a girl, y/n.” james rolled his eyes. “being a girl?” “yeah.” he simply answered. “right…isn’t that why your hair is longer than mine?” you mumbled. “what?” “nothing.”
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- 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 💿🎸🎥👽🎱🎧🥁🎫
a/n: thanks to @dyersseve for requesting! i’m sorry if this kinda sucked. :(
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euphorial-docx · 1 year
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ok so i have something to say about opev:
it’s okay to be sad that the ending of the first fic wasn’t jegulus endgame. it’s sad, i know— that’s why i tagged it as bittersweet, because there’s a whole lot of bitter that goes with a whole lot of sweet.
but comments like this?
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these are just fucking mean.
and yeah i’m posting your comments here. if you can comment this openly in my comments section, then it shouldn’t be a problem to have your words displayed here too.
first of all, this is a call me by your name au. it is going to follow the cmbyn plot structure, and it was explicitly stated in the fic that it would follow that plot structure.
as i said, you can be sad all you want, but you can’t say you were shocked or tricked, when you know the source material i was working with and following pretty closely.
i never tagged opev as a happy ending. i never tagged it as endgame jegulus. i never tagged it as jily because lily isn’t even in the fic at all. but i did specify in the story that james would leave, that regulus had no interest in pursing a relationship with james after that summer, that james and lily were romantically involved at one point and that regulus assumed they would get back together eventually, and i tagged it as bittersweet and assured that there would be a sequel, and further assured multiple times that the sequel would be a happy ending/jegulus endgame.
if you are shocked, you did not read my fic.
forgive me for being defensive, and forgive me for being a little angry, but i’ve gotten one too many comments of that nature. i don’t want to be doing this, believe me.
i love seeing comments, i love interacting with you guys and having really beautiful and heartfelt conversations with you about my writing— it truly brightens my day to see any inbox notifications at all— but when i see comments like this? when the only comment i get for a whole week or month is something like this? it makes me feel like shit, and that’s not what i want fanfic writing to be for me. that’s not the community i want to foster or be involved in or put in months of work for.
because it was months of work for free. months of work for my own enjoyment, and for yours, and to share things that i love with people that love it too— it wasn’t an entire year of my life to have someone leave a rude comment on my fic’s epilogue without even fucking reading it.
and i know i sound so angry right now, but i am. i am angry and i am honestly really sad, because it doesn’t feel good to get those comments and it doesn’t feel good to be typing this all out. i hate being angry. i hate being mean. but i tried to be nice about it, i tried to explain my reasons for my tagging and for my creative decisions, and still this happens.
i just… i really don’t get it. i don’t get why people comment these things. you get nothing out of writing those mean comments, and maybe i’m sensitive, but i just get hurt out of reading those comments.
and again, it’s okay to be sad about the ending. i know i’ve cried over it before myself. but it’s not okay to be angry at me for it, it’s not okay to disrespect me like that. because you’re not just ridiculing some fic, you’re ridiculing the real person who wrote it.
at the end of the day, i love writing fanfiction. i love being here. i don’t want that to get lost in all the other things i’ve said.
i don’t want fanfiction to be about this, okay? so let’s not make it about this.
please and thank you.
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icannotpickanamewtf · 9 months
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The Day The Music Died (PART FOUR)
(PART ONE) (PART TWO) (PART THREE)
Possessive!Spot x femSpider!Reader & Possessive!Miguel x femSpider!Reader
Summary: Grumpy reader is freaking the fuck out. You meet a certain supervillain +his sworn nemesis leader and things get a little darker.
Warnings: Violence, Possesive behavior, obsession, miguel lolll, bad commuinication from reader. Panicccc.
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Was it bad that you could now stick to any surface you wanted?
Nah, just a little weird. 
Was it worse that you could hear, smell, taste, and feel something that was miles away?
Yes. Fucking yes.
You could not get any peace and quiet after the incident. 
Even if you dragged your pillow over your ears or stuffed them with cotton, it was futile. 
Ignore the problem and it’ll go away.
Walking to work became more of a hassle when everything was so…much.
At least your wrists started to hurt less, but they still were sensitive as fuck. 
Finally, you had a day off and what did you decide to do?
Find Spot. 
Hopefully before this navy and red spandex creep found you first. 
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After stalking places where a supposed ‘supervillain’ would be, you came across the same abandoned park you were at a few months ago. 
When it all went to shit.
The warehouse in the forest caught your attention, and so you strutted over. 
You didn’t even have to look below your feet to make sure your didn’t trip. You had impeccable balance. 
The trees watched over you like all those people when you were bit. The shadows comforted you. Birds chirped in the distance and you could hear the sound of horns honking in traffic behind you. 
The warehouse had overgrown plants and cracks in the walls. 
The perfect hideout.
The door was adjacent and was detached from its hinges from years of no use. 
When you stepped inside, you weren’t even stunned to see the pale white lanky man tinkering on the floor. 
Spot talked to himself a lot, you noticed. 
“Maybe if I could just–No…no that wouldn’t work.” and “I’ll show them…I’ll show her.” were the most frequent thoughts that were spoken into the abandoned building. 
He didn’t notice you come in, you were so fucking quiet nowadays that you couldn’t even hear your own footsteps. 
And you were the one with the abnormal hearing. 
“Spot.” 
This launched him out of his science and he quickly swiveled to look at you. 
“Woah–What–What are you doing here?!” Spot spat at you as you stood with your arms by your side. 
Honestly, you weren’t all too sure yourself. 
You were scared.
“I’m scared.” 
                              …
It was silent. You could hear a pin drop. No literally, you could actually hear a pin drop from inside the city. Miles fucking away. 
You kept a straight face as a tear slowly fell from your eye. 
“I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.” 
“What?” 
Spot just stood in an amazed shock. You assumed that if he had eyes, they’d be wide. 
“I’m weird now.” You hoped he wouldn’t make you talk more than you needed to. You were already embarrassed from needing help.
You were so fucking pathetic.
“Ok–You just–you’re what?!” He raised his voice, causing you to flinch since it seemed way louder than it actually was. “You are an absolute–why did you come to me?”
“I don’t know.” That was a lie. You did know. 
“What do you mean weird? Are you just–Are you trying to screw with me?!” Spot just seemed to get even more angry. 
You were just so tired. 
You didn’t care.
“I lied. I do know.” Always honest, you had to keep being honest. 
“Then why?! Because you made it clear you didn’t want me!” Static raised between you two as he spoke vigorously. Was it weird that he seemed more…hole-y than he was before? 
“I don’t wanna say it.”  
You really didn’t. 
”Say. It.”
“No.” Your voice was down to a whisper, everything was too much. 
”SAY IT. I’M NOT SOME WEAK–“
“I’m so scared, Spot. I need help. Please.” You were almost sobbing now. You were just…blank. You couldn’t bring yourself to even yell back. It was like someone stole your batteries and left you with no energy. 
“It’s all wrong. Everything is too much. I can stick to walls. My wrists ache. I can hear your skin shifting against itself. I feel like I’m falling and always on the edge.” 
”What–“ Spot seemed to calm at your admission, only slightly. 
“I just want to disappear.” You didn’t even look at him, you couldn’t. 
You felt awful. Bile rose in your throat as you spilt out your thoughts. You hated being like this. 
“I feel sick.” 
You don’t care. You really don’t.
“…I think maybe there’s something wrong with me.” 
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Hot tears trailed down as you stood with a blank expression. Did you think some inter dimensional demon-looking dork could help you?
What have you become? An idiot for sure. 
Or a monster.
You didn’t really know how to cry. It was hard for you to even comprehend it. It had been so long since you felt…since you felt anything. 
You were exhausted, and so done with this. 
“I’m sorry.” Spot hesitantly approached you. 
“Ok.”
“No really, I’m sorry–“
“Ok.” You wiped at your eyes, rubbing them repeatedly to flush away the evidence that you even cried in the first place. 
“Don’t cut me off. I–I need to know what’s happening to you. In order to help, yeah?” He treated you like a scared animal, as he delicately put one foot in front of the other. 
He put you on edge. The goosebumps returned even stronger as he got closer, like your body was warning you of how dangerous this guy could be. 
“Yeah.” 
<em> You don’t care. You just want to get this over with.</em>
“So…” Spot waved his arms in front of you, now about three feet away. You could hear his portals that danced across his skin. 
Right. You needed to tell him. 
Tell him what? That you were going insane?
“Who are you.” You just wanted to move on, you wanted to know he wasn’t going to hurt you.
You were too vulnerable right now, it wasn’t safe. 
Spot seemed a bit stunned by your curiosity, knowing that you hate talking. 
“I-I’m The Spot–“ 
“No. Who are you.” You stopped looking down and stared at this face-hole thingy. You needed something against him if he could have anything against you.
“Johnathan. Doctor Johnathan Ohnn. I worked at Alchemax before…before I became this.” 
Wow. He was a doctor? Like a mad scientist? 
“What do you want.” You just needed to know more. 
<em> You don’t care. You really don’t care. </em>
“Spider-man. He made me into…this. I’ve got nobody because of him. Not even my own parents love me.” 
There was so much I wanted to say. 
I’m sorry. How are you dealing with that? Can I do anything for you? I’m so sorry. I wish you were treated differently. I know what that’s like. Who is Spider-man? Could he be related to the spider in the exhibit? To the guy following me?
“What’s wrong with you?”
Oh. Right. That. 
“I can hear things. A lot of things. Too many…things.” You didn’t want to give too much detail. He could still use that to his advantage and hurt you. 
You didn’t want to be hurt. 
“I can…climb up things. With my bare hands. I don’t get cold anymore. I can run really fast and lift up my bed with only my pinky finger.” You listed everything, trying to keep it as vague as possible. 
Spot was inching even closer to you. 
Your skin bristled at the lack of distance between you. 
“My wrists they…they have bumps on them that…that shoot out things. Like rope. They hurt a lot and–“ You didn’t want to mention how sensitive they were, Spot could use that weakness if you let him know. 
You don’t care. You really don’t.
“–and yeah. It’s all…It’s all wrong.” 
Spot was standing right there, you swear you could feel his breath(?) or air coming out of his face hole. “Can you show me? Your wrists? It could help me–“ 
“No.” No. You can’t be weak now. He knows too much. 
“Yes. C’mon, I just need to see them once and then I think I can produce a theory by what you’ve told me. Just once.” 
You don’t care. You don’t care. You don’t care–
“Fine. Just…don’t touch the bump.” You lifted your wrists and pushed back your long-sleeved to show the little indent that reminded you of what was wrong with you. 
You flinched back a little when his white hands completely covered your palm. 
A faded memory flashed in your skull…
Spots large palms engulfed yours completely, but for real. Like you literally could not see a bare centimeter of your hand underneath his. 
He seemed to notice with how he lingered with both of his hands onto of yours. You could even say he seemed enraptured and pleased with this new found discovery.
No. No don’t think about that. 
Spot’s pointer finger went to poke around the bump, not touching it like you said. 
When he grazed over it, you let out a soft shudder and blushed. That made you feel something. Something you don’t want to feel.
You tore your hand out of his and held it to your chest, your heart thumped violently. Spot seemed frozen in place by the sound you just released. He put his own hand to his side, curling it into a tight fist like he was holding back something. 
“Spot, don’t touch it. It’s…” You couldn’t say it.
“Sensitive?” He asked.
Yes. Very. 
“Did it feel nice?”
What. What did this guy just say? 
“Stop. What’s wrong with me?” You just wanted to leave. You were too weak right now. 
“Were you…bit? By a spider?” 
How’d he know? 
You nodded softly and kept your gaze anywhere but him. 
“No…No way…” Spot was speechless in front of you. 
“What? What’s wrong with me?” You were starting to get annoyed. This was too much. It was all too much. 
“It was supposed to be Peter. Not you.” 
…What? 
“What? Peter?” 
“You weren’t supposed to get bit. Thats not–Thats not how this works! It was supposed to be Peter! Not you!” Spot seemed frantic and panicked as he paced around the warehouse. 
“Ok.” You didn’t care. You just wanted to leave.
“No…this wasn’t supposed to happen! Have you–Have you seen anyone that looks strange lately?!” Spot went to grab your shoulders but you took a step back to dodge the touch. 
You weren’t good with touch. 
Or words. 
Or people.
Or anything. 
An image of navy blue and sharp red highlights danced in your mind. 
“Yes.”
“Shit. This–This isn’t good…just when I thought I had something going! Way to go Spot–Jesus–“ Spot railed off and started hitting himself in the face like some kind of punishment. 
“Stop. Don’t hurt yourself.”
You honestly don’t care. You really don’t care.
He didn’t seem to hear you over him whispering to himself so you reached out and yanked his hand down. Maybe with a little more strength than you thought humanly possible, but it stopped him. 
You let go immediately after he looked down at your hands that were intertwined. 
“Don’t do that.” You just stood there. 
You were really tired. 
You don’t care anymore. 
“Oh–Oh okay…sorry to worry you…I didn’t know you cared for me like that I would’ve–“ 
“Ok.” 
You don’t care but ok. Sometimes it’s better to just shrug everything off. 
You were too shut down to notice how his body quivered at your touch. 
“This…This could work out. You can be my partner in crime! We can, you know, commit like–crimes together! This can work!” 
Was that a question or was that a statement? 
“The Society hasn’t even gotten you yet! You’re all mine!–“ 
What?
Spot sputtered as he noticed your eye brows rise exponentially, “I mean not like that but as in your like my own–like my own Spider-Girl!” 
“No.”
You just wanted out. You didn’t want to be anywhere anymore. You don’t care.
“What do you mean no?” Spots head tilted in question. 
“I am going home now.” This meeting was so useless. It just made you weak. 
Spot reached out for you and managed to grab your arm before you slipped away. “No you aren’t.”
“Yes I am.” You were done with this. 
“No! The Society is after you now, they’ll take you from–“ 
‘From me?’ is that what he was going to say? 
Spot just held your arm, the grip would’ve probably broken your arm if you weren’t part fucking spider. 
“I’m going home.” 
Static ran out the warehouse and a pitch black hole seemed to enlarge on spots chest.”No! You can’t leave again! They’ll–”
A big crash from one of the broken windows rang out, your senses tingled as the new stranger ran up to spot and knocked Spot aside. The wall almost caved in with the impact from Spots abnormal size. 
Owch. 
“You’re coming with me.” 
You looked away from Spot with a wince, you did not want to spend your day off like this. 
“No.” You were going home, duh.
The man in front of you was large, bulky. He wasn’t as tall as spot, but man, he was fucking huge. He was dressed in navy blue hologram-like suit material with sharp red accents. He seemed futuristic. 
The man spoke in a harsh tone, a lumberjack like voice. “I can help you, he can’t. He’s a–“ 
“NO. I won’t let you take her! She’s mine! You took everything from me! You won’t take her!”
Spot rammed into the man in front of you and began to pummel him with his fists as static rippled around you. 
This was too much. 
It was all too much. 
You were going to throw up. 
You don’t care.
So you walked out of the warehouse. Literally. There was no reason to stay. They were too busy fucking each other up that you just quietly stepped out. This was the only time you thanked your new powers for the fact you were deadly silent when you moved. 
Only to be knocked to the ground by a heavily pregnant woman. There were more? 
“Thank god LYLA called, you’re a tricky catch.” Honestly, strong respect to this expecting mother, you could barely get up from a cold a few days ago. 
You didn’t struggle. You just laid there awkwardly. 
“What’s going on?” You were starting to feel like you were on edge again. Like you were tipping and almost going to fall. 
You wrists ached. 
“You’re a spider-person now, hon. You’ve got a responsibility, even if it was a mess up that made you receive it.” Her suit was black and red with a white spider etched on the front. 
“I want to go home.” Always honest.
“You will. We just have to work some things out, that’s all.” 
“K.” Just get this over with. Just get this over this.
You really don’t care.
“Well…follow me then?” She opened a portal to what seemed like a…modern dimension? This was all so weird….
It didn’t look like Spots black holes. 
Wait–Spot. 
“What about Spot, and the weird man?” You were almost curious. 
You don’t care.
“They’ll…make up?” 
Yeah. That was totally a lie. 
“Ok.” 
You couldn’t care less.
“After you–“ the pregnant woman gestured to the portal. 
You just had to get bit by some fucked up spider. 
You looked behind you as you heard your name ring out the forest.
”STOP! DON’T GO IN–ergh–STOP SHE’S MINE–“ Spots voice strained against the sound of fists and walls crashing.
<em>You don’t care.</em>
“If I go in, can you not hurt him too bad?” You just didn’t like the sound of his voice when he screamed for you. 
It didn’t sound like Spot at all.
“Ok. I’ll tell Miguel to hold back a little, ok?” She just gestured to the portal again,
”NO! NONONO! STOP–I can take care of myself! Don’t go in! DON’T GO–“
Something wet fell down your cheek as you walked in the portal and didn’t look back. 
You don’t care.  
Later on, you realized that the ‘wet’ thing was a tear. 
What was happening to you?
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Taesan fingering you until you squirt all over his hand and you’re just too overstimulated that your legs shake even at the slightest contact of his fingers on ur skin !
YOOO my face went 🫨 while reading this… ur mind is so powerful like this mental image is so GOOD-
18+ stuff under the cut. mdni.
picture this with me… he LAUGHS when you squirt on him. i’m assuming we’re talking about meanie!taesan here since that was the theme of our discussion last night (he’d react differently if he was in a softer mood, probably more shy but)… anyways…
he would be overstimulating you, his fingers gliding in and out of your already soiled pussy. you would be telling him to stop, saying it feels funny, as he continued to hit that one sensitive spot in you over and over again. “d-dongmin, s-stop it’s too much, feels like i’m gonna pass out!” you’d whine as you have a grip on his hand. he was relentless as he wanted to see how far he could push you, he would tell you “you asked me to make you cum? i thought you wanted this?” he’d say with a smirk as he kept going. he knew if you really did have a problem you’d use your safeword, so he was confident you were just being “a little bitch” as he would say. squirting wasn’t necessarily the goal, but rather the goal was getting you fucked so dumb, but once it happens he’s elated. you would whine and complain that it feels like too much, him telling you to “be quiet, take it like a good girl.” once he saw the way your body reacted, the way your pussy would squirt for him, he was in shock, but so smug about it. he would shake his head, lightly laughing.
he would see the big mess you made all over his hands, maybe even on part of his body too, and absolutely degrade you for it. saying things like “are you kidding me? even your body is so dramatic. can’t take what i give you even though you beg and plead for it.” like he’s just so cold and distant sometimes in this role and it’s so attractive. in his mind, though, he finds it so hot how you reacted so aggressively to him. you would pout at him, saying “it’s not my fault! i told you too much!” you’d whine out as he would smile, not being able to hide how adorable he finds you like this. he’d gently trace his fingers along your thighs, seeing you flinch from just from the softest touch. your legs were still shaking for him as he lightly graced his fingers along your body, making his eyes go all dark from the power he has over you.
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ryuichirou · 7 months
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hiiii!!! It's been so long since I done one of these!!!
But I need silly thoughts,,,,
Okay so Floyd can probably most likely go into heat since he is an eel? Right?
So like,,,, hear me out
What do you guys think about Heat!Floyd going after Riddle?
~ 💙 Anon!
It’s so good to see you again, 💙 Anon! Thank you for sticking around, supporting us and sending asks. Sorry for a late reply~
Apparently the procreation of actual eels is quite a complicated process that is difficult to apply to mermen (although I am 100% sure that Yana has everything figured out lol), so what I’m about to describe is very vaguely related to actual eel anatomy… but such inconveniences are never going to stop us lol let Floyd get uncontrollably horny and jump Riddle!
Floyd is quite flirty and sexually active in general, as long as he is in the mood, so in theory, his “heat” wouldn’t change much, but this is actually wrong. The desire to mate becomes too strong for Floyd and it affects his well-being tremendously. Sometimes it’s bearable, and sometimes Azul and Jade (who surprisingly don’t have as much problems with their own cycles) have to pretty much lock him up in his room until he calms down. Floyd also becomes more aggressive and clingy at the same time, his mood swings get even more extreme than usual. He also becomes apathetic to everything other than his one interest (sex), which makes him eat less and become even more irritable because of that.
Riddle doesn’t know much about mermen’s anatomy, and he doesn’t usually see Floyd all that often when such things happen to him. He just assumes that Floyd is being lazy again, and that’s why he skips classes. Or that Floyd is just being his Floyd self, and this is why he is so aggressive. But one time when he sees Floyd sitting on the floor all by himself, he’ll feel bad and concerned about him and ask if anything is wrong… and this is going to be his demise lol
While being chaotic in his usual state, Floyd would still try to find a nice place for them to have sex. But when he is this uncontrollably horned up, he’ll just start touching Riddle right there, which is honestly kind of dangerous for both of them lol but his mind would go blank the moment he sees Riddle, who he has both romantic affection and sexual desire for.
This isn’t the only reason why he would jump Riddle though. Riddle is small, cute, soft and pleasant to touch, very reactive and sensitive. He is also terribly freaked out by Floyd but Floyd would honestly just get more horny because of that lol
What scared Riddle the most at first was Floyd’s animalistic hungry stare. It was as if he was both angry at him and incredibly happy to see him at the same time. But Riddle didn’t even have a chance to process it, because he was very suddenly buried under Floyd’s heavy body, feeling his huge hard dick against his own belly. Then he got scared again. And then again, when he actually saw that huge and scary wet thing that was about to get shoved inside of him ahem.
As I’ve already said, Floyd is both aggressive and clingy when he gets to this point, so he’ll lick and caress Riddle, rub his forehead against him, pant like a dog and grab his hands, but he’ll also bite him brutally, manhandle him and leave a lot of marks on his entire body, trying to claim him whole and fill him whole.
Despite Floyd’s mind being pretty much blank during that, he’ll be conscious enough to talk to Riddle. But he won’t remember a thing he’d said afterwards… but Riddle will. Because things that Floyd said were so rude, so filthy, disgusting and honestly very offensive, they made Riddle cry (both because of pain and pleasure).
There is a possibility that Floyd won’t remember much about what happened in general. But his body will, so every time he goes in heat from now on, he’ll go straight to Riddle and act like an animal again.
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The Grim Dark Archives: Transcript #004 Higher Ups
[Transcript taken [Redacted: Sensitive data]. The following transcript is technically personal, but I've decided to put it here nonetheless. The conversation I had was with one of the higher ups who I will leave unnamed for privacy reasons. I was attempting to explain my reasoning behind my decision to... attempt further investigation into the aliens on my own.
I just can't sit here and listen as problems arise. [Redacted] is indeed useful when he feels like being so, but I refuse to wait around twiddling my thumbs while more horrors go on around me. I want to be proactive and learn as much as I can about this threat so that hopefully, when the time comes, I can do something to stop it.
Transcript begins.]
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Agent Witwicky: Thank you for accepting my request for an audience BLANK.
BLANK: Of course.
Agent Witwicky: I am sure you saw my report and my detailed plan.
BLANK: I did, and I can't say I fully agree with it. I assume you came here to explain yourself?
Agent Witwicky: That would be correct, Sir.
BLANK: Go on then.
Agent Witwicky: Very well. I will try to keep things as concise as possible.
Agent Witwicky: To begin, I feel that we should begin looking more into the Autobot threat. They have claimed to be allies, but [Redacted] has proven this to be at least quite likely to be false. Not to mention these Decepticons have yet to do anything whereas the Autobots have already claimed civilian lives.
BLANK: And what exactly is your goal here Witwicky?
Agent Witwicky: I understand that it would be dangerous to dedicate a team to the task of understanding these aliens. And so I would like to suggest a singular agent be assigned this mission. That way if things fall through, this agent could be cut off from the government and claimed to be rogue, saving the US military from the ire of any potentially harmed parties.
BLANK: A sound suggestion. Let us imagine that you are this hypothetical agent for a moment. What would you be doing exactly?
Agent Witwicky: I would first get into contact with Agent Fowler and establish communications. He is by far the most knowledgeable and I would like to collect statements from him regarding the Autobots.
BLANK: That could be done without a dedicated mission.
Agent Witwicky: Yes, but what I would do after this would be less easy to accomplish for anyone tied down by military regulation.
Agent Witwicky: I would then take the risk of speaking to Optimus Prime in order to possibly acquire further information on Cybertron and its people. We currently have very little actual information. [Redacted] is a good source, but he only speaks on subject we inquire upon. I would like to dig deeper, to ask the Prime himself about Cybertron and its history. Maybe then we can determine the best course of action.
BLANK: That goes far beyond what we need to keep them in line.
Agent Witwicky: I need to know Sir. I need to understand these beings. Don't we have agents sent to other countries to understand them? Why can we not have an agent here to understand the aliens too? They could have valuable data, maybe even information on other worlds for NASA to use-!
BLANK: Enough. I understand Witwicky. Let us drop all pretenses here. What do you intend to do?
Agent Witwicky: I want to interact with the Autobots personally, to get their statements and stories. The more we know, the better chance we have of fighting back. I don't intend to tell [Redacted] about my visits either. Having two sources of information will help us pick out what is real and what are lies.
BLANK: We can make you a Diplomat. But I see that look in your eyes, that isn't the extent of what you want to do. Right?
Agent Witwicky: Correct Sir. I also want to look into the children. I want to see the changes they undergo and hopefully gain greater insight through them.
Agent Witwicky: Rafael runs a blog. He hasn't posted much, just a few thoughts every couple of days. But [Redacted] has implied that he will join the Archive, an organism of knowledge. A human mind cannot handle huge amounts of data, so there must be an outlet for all of it. I want to see how his thoughts change.
BLANK: You want him to be a test subject?
Agent Witwicky: Isn't he already one? We can't get him out now. So the best thing he can do for humanity is show how he is changing.
BLANK: ...
Agent Witwicky: The girl, Miko, she has a journal and a sketch book. I intend to get access to those things and transcribe the information they hold. Miko is the only one out of the children who is unaware of her situation. I want to see how that changes her view and if she can pick up anything we can't.
BLANK: I see...
Agent Witwicky: Then there is the older boy, Jack Darby, Arcee's target. He is by far the most interesting at present. He has been issued regular conversations with the military sanctioned therapist, correct? I want access to those recordings. Jack must hear things we could never comprehend. He must know so much more than us-
BLANK: Witwicky, what are you really after here?
Agent Witwicky: What do you mean? I've already said that I want to understand our potential enemies to help us fight back more effectively-
BLANK: No Witwicky. You have a personal investment here. What are you actually hoping to get from all this?
Agent Witwicky: ...
Agent Witwicky: I want knowledge. [Redacted] is hardly explaining anything. I hate having missing pieces in my puzzle.
BLANK: I see.
BLANK: ...
BLANK: Your orders will be issued soon. Consider yourself no longer outwardly affiliated with the United States Military. We will fund you and you will have access to everything you need, but if you are discovered, you will have no protection. Do you understand Sam?
Agent Witwicky: Yes Sir. When can I begin my work?
BLANK: As soon as you feel ready. Keep this information from [Redacted] as long as possible. He's already proven capable of violence when threatened.
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[Transcript ends.
The higher ups were dubious about granting me my new position, but they will understand with time. It's going to be dangerous, that's for sure. But this way we will learn so much more about our enemies. Especially with [Redacted] here as well.
I don't mean to use the children, but considering they are all but lost causes, I think its for the best to just... make the best of their situation. Learn what we can so that no others share their fate.
Here's hoping the Decepticons are less convoluted.
Agent Witwicky signing off.
Recording end.]
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There's something about his facial expressions, his gestures, in his eyes that reflects a kind of sadness, fatigue or even sadness. But - and please don't take this the wrong way - it doesn't necessarily have to do with her. Maybe - and I say maybe - this love is real, maybe it is not.
As for Alba: I don't want to defend anyone who is racist or makes fun of minorities. Absolutely not. I'm just trying to be neutral. She's a young thing and maybe has the wrong friends. We all have or had friends like that at one time or another and we all did things in our 20s that I'm sure were wrong.
But what is fact is that he can't please anyone right now. If he posts his "happiness" it will be torn apart, if he takes some time off it will be torn apart, if an interview of him appears it will be torn apart - everything he says, doesn't say, does or doesn't do will be put on the gold scale and that does something to people. Let's assume that Chris is the sensitive guy we think he is.... His "fans" are currently cyberbullying of the worst kind and it hurts my soul - for him as a human being! He is not stupid and gets the certainly everything somehow with.
What I want to say is: If Chris really loves this woman, then it surely has its reason and then it surely hits him deep in the core when his wife and his love for her are torn apart so much. We don't have to like her - he does.
If it's all just PR after all, then that's his decision too. Right or not.
But I don't think it gives anyone in this world the right to trample so much on one (or two) people as is currently the case.
Hopefully we all know from the many suicides of celebrities how quickly a human soul can be overwhelmed. I ask everyone who reads this, but the next comment or the next post to think about what it might do with the people around it.
How often have others disagreed with your decisions and how would you have felt?
You reap what you sow. If you want pity then don't present yourself as a political activist who cares about minorities and racial/gender issues only for you to go back and marry someone with a clearly racist and even anti-semitic past and ties. Are you forgetting that these people are still actively in her life? And have even stayed at Chris' house, AKA with Chris? Chris is friends with them too. He let them into his house, knowing their history. She describes one of them as her fucking "soulmate". I am certain they were at the wedding. This isn't "the past". This is the present, and no matter how you guys will excuse it with "it was years ago" no it fucking wasn't. They just stopped putting it on the internet for the world to see. Don't you fucking get that? People like that don't change, and if they do, it takes a lot of work and acknowledgement. We have seen NONE of that.
This ask is bullshit. Stop trying to push the blame onto people reacting to this despicable shit that's happening right now. None of this would be happening if he hadn't "fallen in love" with someone who is a fucking racist? Or who is 16 years younger than him?
Him refusing to work on himself and going to therapy at 42 YEARS OF AGE is not my fucking problem. It is not my fault.
I can react how I see fit because I am outraged and disgraced that someone I supported would turn around and do this. It feels misleading, it feels like I dove in head first into supporting this man BASED ON WHAT HE PRESENTED TO THE WORLD and giving him my time and money only for him to pull back the curtain and yell "SIKE!"
Now I just feel ashamed for doing that shit. I hate the fucking Cap shield hanging above my TV now because none of it seems genuine or pure or lovely anymore.
It's all gross and tainted and disgusting and laced with shit I want nowhere near me.
We have every right to be angry.
What he does is up to him, but he put himself in this situation. He chose that person and he chose that person over and over again, pushing it out into the world KNOWING how people felt about it.
He's made his bed and it's time to fucking lie in it.
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bnb-atnite · 5 months
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I’m doing the spooky asks🥰 but I have a horny brain rot blurb/accidental headcanon character study sponsored by @sugarpopss
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Body worship, belly kink, slight numbers kink, big ole boy buck, also big ole subby mush ball Bucky, man tears, oral sex, belly play, sub space, so sweet you’ll get sick
It’s just too easy. Your baby was easy. It’s funny because everyone has such a hard time reading the former Winter Soldier past grumpy snarks and staring problems. For you he’s like an open book. Although do not get the whole situation twisted— he knew you just as well. The difference is that you had self control when you got horny. He did not.
Especially when it came to anything regarding food, eating all the food, nutting, and getting fat. Any sort of the listed in any combination made him impossibly aroused. Easy. Like a freshman boy rabidly searching for the quickest thing to stick his dick in.
You could assume being repressed for years and suddenly granted a free mind and body would do that to a person. Not to mention the augmented serum running through Barnes’ veins— making everything so so so fucking sensitive. Not only bodily, he was emotionally quite raw. Wore his heart on his sleeve. Cared so much yet carried decades of guilt, internalized frustration. He had gotten much better, but anything you could do to ease his way along was great.
The man himself stomped into your shared apartment and plopped himself right down on the couch with a worrying noise. He was, in fact, a big fucking boy. Still a super soldier under all that pretty, malleable fat. Bucky threw his head back and whinged, “That was awful, awful.”
You peered around the wall separating the living room from the kitchen and asked, “It was just a check up with Bruce, he’s a good guy. What happened?”
Bucky’s blue eyes flickered a bit, blush beginning to rise. He scoffed, “I had to hide my damn boner from him for thirty minutes! I think he thought I had something wrong.”
Oh yes. The drastic weight gain. Bruce was probably worried. You’d have to wave off his text later. But now you were curious.
Bucky watched you prowl over to his spread legs, a hand naturally coming to your waist as you settled on wondrously thick thighs. His breath hitched a bit, eyes straying away. You nuzzled into his soft stubbled cheek and purred, “What got you all hot at the check up Hm? Did he pull out the old-school calipers?” Your man audibly swallowed, gaze shamefully away, fluffy cheeks reddening visibly.
He croaked, “Uhm, he ah- he weighed me.”
“Mhmm, and how much was that sweetheart?”
Bucky moaned softly, clearing his throat just to mumble something. You raised a brow and asked again, grabbing a handful of his tummy. He whispered the number— of course skewed with a metal arm and super muscles but it was a big one. You awed, “Oh fuck baby, you’ve gotten so damn heavy. All this piled on top.” He whimpered under his breath, blue eyes wide, “Oh god, god, I know.”
His pretty pink lips trembled as you pecked them, quickly shucking off Bucky’s sweatshirt. You wanted to play. Now.
While he took off the offending cloth you undid his belt and popped the button, more belly oozing outwards. Now you had a plethora of flesh to mark and adore. Bucky whined, “Cuh-c’mon baby, touch me yeah? Yeah?” Pecking his pout again you hummed, “Just be a little patient sweetie, I want to check out our hard word. Big boyyyy.”
He settled back with a shiver, hand clenching at your waist. Poor baby’s cock was thick and straining against his jeans, leaving a little wet spot, keyed up to a ten. You made your way down softened jaw and neck, nipping and soothing the bite with your tongue. Meanwhile your hands could get busy massaging and groping his full tits.
God you loved Bucky’s belly, but his tits had a special place in your heart and pussy. So big and soft, capped with pretty pink nipples, folding over his belly and around meaty sides. Scooting backwards on his thighs you groped one and laved around the swollen bud, Bucky outright squeaking. He was thrusting into open air, trying to catch a thigh.
Popping the nipple into your mouth you suckled until it was hard and swollen. Bucky blabbered uselessly, “Please please please!” He was ignored in favor of lathering the same attention on the other side, nails scraping at those stretch marks on the sides of his chest.
Bucky’s desperate pleas died down to little mewls and hitched breath when you had slid to the floor, captured between his knees. He watched you with glassy eyes, lips bitten to all hell. Baby had drifted off to that syrupy sweet headspace. Grabbing wide love handles your lips grazed against those ragged marks lining his pretty double belly. With a snicker you thumbed at his deep belly button, grabbing that thick roll and hefting Bucky’s gut. He squirmed and made a noise of displeasure, that simple movement reverberating around his fat body.
“Think we can get these jeans off pretty boy?,” you asked, hands slipping under tummy to tenderly scratch at his hot skin. He seemed to like that idea, nodding in slow jerky movements, thrusting his hips towards you. Having three hundred plus pounds of dead weight made the task a bit harder.
In a sterner voice you repeated, “C’mon sweetie, I know you’re fuzzy right now but I need help. Wouldn’t you feel sooo much better?”
Bucky blinked a couple of times, rasping, “Yeah, mhm, sorryyy.” He lifted his ass with a grunt, letting you peel the cloth off, more pretty flesh for you to admire. You cooed, “Thank you sweet boy, so good for me.” His head lolled back again, huge thighs spreading for his belly to fully relax. His little briefs remained on, contained his pretty cock you’d get to soon.
His plush inner thighs were deliciously pale and soft, malleable under your greedy hands. Bucky stirred up a bit, trying to thrust up again. You patted the middle of his big tummy, other hand scratching at the itchiest part of Buck’s leg— where tender fat constantly rubbed against more fat.
“Just a little longer, can’t you be patient? It’ll be better.”
He sniffled and mewled, tongue too thick to retort and complain. You turned to grab some lotion, pouring an obscene amount in your palm. Slathering the cool cream under the hang of his gut while peppering kisses on dimpled thighs had Bucky moan with a jolt, blue eyes pouring pretty tears.
You held eye contact, rubbing the cream in, dipping hands lower and lower under the waistband of the briefs until you’d reached the base of his poor neglected cock. Bucky was eloquently moaning, “Hnnnn- ngh- oh!” Pulling him out you made a small noise yourself, always turned on by his pretty cock.
He wouldn’t take long to bust. You thought about fucking him for a second. But poor baby was going to explode. Also you didn’t want him to hit sub-drop. Wrapping your lips around the leaking tip and suckling was the breaking point. Buck descended into blubbering, flesh hand flailing to your hair, the other digging into the couch cushion.
He wailed your name, body quivering and jiggling as he emptied into your mouth. You greedily swallowed every drop, keeping him sheathed in your throat until baby had returned to softness, consistently petting the brunette as his breath stopped stuttering. Releasing his prick you returned to perching on Bucky’s lap, plastering yourself to his bulk.
Your lover was still out of it, hands clumsily coming around your waist. He breathed into your shoulder, settling down. Only the sounds of breathing enveloped the small space you two were in. You kissed his hair and hummed, “Love you big boy, sweet thing, so good for me. Always so good.”
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8 : Oh so boring
The horrifying MCU-ification of the Star Wars universe is in horrific display as 8 episodes lead nowhere but setup.
Before I get to everything else, I do want to say, Ray Stevenson's passing is a true tragedy, and I appreciate the love and care he clearly put into his character. He was the only compelling one, and I shudder to think of how Disney will probably heartlessly recast.
Now, on to the episode
Well, all the leaks that said it was zombies were right, to the surprise of no one. This is the MCU now, we need something more than just a fuck ton of stormtroopers to blow through, we need an undead CGI army.
First off : The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord...FUCK OFF FILONI. YOU ARE NOT CUTE.
The show opens with the attempt to lull Legends fans back into a Sion reference for no reason. Also, Thrawn's super baggy pants seem unnecessary, especially since the design in Rebels always has him in perfectly tailored clothes. Nothing during his decade abroad that would have cause the pants to change that drastically, so it just feels like an unnecessary change that is not an attractive look :(
Morgan's power ups make no sense, and as soon as she got them she was going to die. Her eyes had me making a half dozen Supernatural jokes for obvious reasons. The whole "Blade of Talzin" thing is also very dumb given the fact that I assume Mother Talzin would have used every weapon in her arsenal to stop Grievous, and I would think a lightsaber proof sword is on that list.
The entire "Ezra makes himself a new lightsaber" scene filled me rage for a few reasons.
A) Ezra literally just turned down Sabine's offer of the lightsaber for the martial arts force powers which we never see him use again.
B) Huyang knowing about Caleb and Kanan being the same person feels kinda weird to me to be perfectly honest.
C) Ezra's new lightsaber is boring. Full stop. This is the kid who built a gun into his first one, it makes no sense that he'd make one that looks this mediocre.
D) All of Sabine's family dying horrible deaths on Mandalore has always struck me as a cop out. It's just lazy writing to isolate Sabine.
The Stakes
Spoiler alert : THERE ARE NONE
We knew this was going to end in a cliffhanger for a while now, which means none of the main cast was going to die. Morgan has always been a means to an end for Thrawn, not that her loyalty was ever explain...But none of our heroes were gonna bite it (regardless of how I hoped for Huyang to explode) so there were no stakes. Thrawn had to escape, despite the fact that he is weirdly shaken, so he does. Ezra had to get home, so he does. Sabine and Ahsoka are now trapped on some stupid Mortis world??? Okay, pause, I'm getting ahead of myself here...because before that...
Sabine has the Force now
My deepest condolences to anyone who is finding this out from me, but Sabine is offically confirmed and shown to be Force sensitive. Yes it is dumb. Yes it makes no sense. Yes this is something we all saw being foreshadowed from day one, unfortunately. Especially with the playing down of her Mandalorian-ness (she's constantly losing her helmet, her gun accuracy has utterly gone, she barely uses her gauntlets, etc etc) it was obvious that Filoni wanted to do with her, what he was too cowardly to do with Grogu.
Other miscellaneous shit
It turns out that Ahsoka's shuttle is Jedi era...which makes no fucking sense.
The nightsisters being totally on board with the Empire feels like their ability to tell what's going on in the main universe might be a bit sketchy do to the fact that they missed that the guy in charge of the Empire is the one who ordered Dathomir razzed.
100% of the problems that the gang run into would have been solved if Sabine had a fucking jetpack
They pull the "Thrawn knew Anakin" card out of nowhere in the dumbest possible way, which really just goes to show how much FIloni hates the new canon Thrawn books.
Chopper recognizes Ezra (which was rather cute) before Hera does, because he decides to show up on a New Republic cruiser in full Thrawn stormtrooper garb. Also we don't even get a hug between Hera and Ezra.
Shin (because she exists, remember?) who is also stranded now, goes and appears to be taking over the bandit camp we saw earlier. Have no idea where they are taking that...but honestly, good for Shin doing something for her, this seems like a selfcare move.
Now, the ending...Fucking Mortis
So, the final shot we get of Baylan, he is standing on a giant statue of The Father (there is a statue of The Son, and a destroyed statue of The Daughter) pointing out towards something on the horizon.
Back at the hermit crab people camp, Ahsoka and Sabine (and fucking Anakin's ghost, because that's right people, instead of hanging out with his son, Anakin has been just hovering over Ahsoka this whole time apparently) here this chirping, and it's a fucking creepy hyper realistic CGI Morai.
So yeah, that's clearly how all of the trapped characters are going to get off this planet...the World between Worlds. Now, this brings up a fuck ton more questions...Chief of all being how did Ezra not use this to escape years ago???
And I get that Mortis is not everybody's favorite Clone Wars arc. Which is fair. I don't hate it, but I never loved it, and Filoni dragging in the dumbest piece of Force lore that he created is infuriating. ESPECIALLY with this being so obviously aimed at those who've not watched Clone Wars or Rebels. I'm curious to see how much he immediately recons about it, given that it's been his go-to move since before even Mando s3...
I fear they're going to do something like "Bayan is The Father, Ahsoka is The Daughter, and Shin and Sabine have to fight over being The Son" or some stupid bullshit like that.
I'm glad this is the last Filoni property we're getting for a while, since I'm pretty sure he's not involved with Skeleton Crew at all writing-wise.
I am just so happy it's over!
In the meantime, if you are as annoyed at Filoni as I am, spite him by reading the new canon Thrawn books!!! They are really fantastic and give Thrawn a lot of facinating depth, along with having an incredible cast of side characters.
For those of you who are new or just finding me because of my Ahsoka rants, please stick around!!! I'm sure I will be having other annoyed Ahsoka thoughts in the weeks to come as I think back about the full series and about just everything that it's fucked up. Feel free to pop into my ask box if you're curious about my other Star Wars related opinions, I'm more than happy to answer, though know that for the majority of the recent shows, I do not look fondly.
But if you are looking for some vindication on not enjoying recent Star Wars things, then this is the blog for you!!!
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