#so many things like this....just get over yourself goddd

[irhabiya]

it's literally so easy to boycott shit ik we're all tired of this and we've been over this a million times already but i really still can't believe that people are talking about boycott fatigue

#there's so many unintended benefits too😭 #like ofc placing economic pressure on these companies is the first and foremost reason to boycott but also it just helped me get over #certain bad habits. like i've been meaning to stop drinking carbonated drinks for a while now #not that i drank them a lot but i wanted to cut them out of my diet completely #and what do you know i haven't drank any since september #so many things like this....just get over yourself goddd

[chestnutracc]

I hate how some people after season 2 are just putting hate on Aziraphale. I mean, he in fact, left the Crowley, but he had his own reasons as well, didn't he? Aziraphale have a very compliceted relationship with heaven but he is in fact an angel and he want to belong there OAAAAAHHHHH—

Quick frame from animatic, u can find it on my instagram for example :) chestnut.racc (quick self advertisment haha)

Anyway, those kind of videos where people are insulting Aziraphale or smth like 'me after s2' and the video of taking of his face or covering them all on some kind of placats. I'm shittin myself. I know that thats grief after the ending but... Man his whole life or more like existance is not ONLY about Crowley in fact :/

Look how we get a chance to speculate why did he do that? What was his reasons? I think that the ending of Good Omens was (not only just marketing catch (that dramatic pause for a kiss and 'betrayal') but also a planned procedure? I love them both [Aziraphale and Crowley] equally so you shouldn't think this is a desperate attempt to protect your favorite (wha de duck I am saying, this series have a few months now so it is not a fresh topic... For me it is oh goddd ANYWAY)

Alr, here is another image so you won't go so quickly and read all that shit or not

Hkhm... Let me give yall a wholeass essay in my second language.

Kidding! Not so extreme. Haha. Anyway. Those are the possibilities why Aziraphale decided that he should leave to heaven. Of course, there could be a few. Or everything. Or none. It's just my personal opinion :)

Again, assumptions, personal opinion, don't want to offend anyone. Thing up⬆️ that's the part where you can argue with me, debate maybe. Whatever. Thing down, I gues bunch of headcanonc? I don't know, they are theories? You can as well say what you think!!⬇️

Goosh, sorry for the mess. Lets start already. Yeah. Uh. Right. Right. Alright. Why Aziraphale chose heaven?

1. Aziraphale overall is an angel... Literally... So uhm he is naturally connected with God, wich he as well worships. He don't have to stand with heaven, but he still has a deep bond with good. Leaving the heaven would be, right, a great decision for his wellbeing. It's clear that he's not on their side. But he did not left his God. Saying 'no' to Megatron would be something that would make him feel terribly guilty and overall devasted, as he would disobey his own moral code and he would gave up a part of himself, I suppose.

2. For 6,000 fuckinf years he had been arguing with himself about feeling for Crowley, right now doesn't matter if platonic, romantic. He was renouncing Crowley so many times that he don't know him, he's not his friend. Yet he could not resist, but be with that redhead. Don't you think that he was having some, oh I don't know, moral crisis? Imagine choosing between two most importanr things? The creature you love and, for Azi, a literall purpose of creation - serving God? Oh man, he was in this state for over 6,000 years. If he would say 'no' then, would he ever get another chance like that to habilitate? He was working so hard, for so long, but he didn't had to chose through all those centuries. Now he had. I guess it's logical, that he choosed his creator.

3. Clear and logical! If Crowley would be back to heaven, he wouldn't have to choose between two thing he loves. Ah you clever one :). Nah. He literally said that he wants to work with Crowley. What can I say more.

4. Obvioulsy, he did not wanted to chose what we know of we SHOULD from serial. And pervious point... And previous previous. It felt like he had been lost or something in it all. I mean, he needed to choose if he wants to take Crowley, if he wants to go back. He was rhinking about the kiss, probably about heaven, what would they say, what would they do. To him, to Crowley. What he should say to Megatron. I suppose he was impetuous with that decision. Imagine lying (he is a damn angel whaaa) to yourself for thousands of years and then just having to confess. Nah, he would like better to stay silent and still lie 🙂 oh god why he is so stupid. Crowley is also stupid. They both are!!!

5. He was mad. Similisr to previous point. He felt like he did not belong with Crowley, as he was devasted. And also Crowley ignored him as well, as Azi ignored Crowley. But i want to focus on thing that he said that he NEEDS him and begged to not to leave him. Easy peasy. No communication between those doveys.

6. He was afraid of loving Crowley as - what would heaven say? What would god say? Will they be happy? Will they be safe? Is it really possible for them to be together? Demon and angel?

7. He considered himself as a failure for Crowley 👍 after he said yes, when Crowley was always saying no.

8. He was afraid of the consequences refusing heaven. Like, he literally was making out with devil, then went o heaven, hell's fire couldn't kill 'him' (ik it was crowley but not for heaven), he was hiding Gabriel, he did not cooperated with heaven. There were a few times when he sinned... A lot. Uhm. Well,I DO have a reason to suppose this could have been some kind of test or something... Because what the hell? From archangel, later no one, then back to the archangel?

Aug! Sorry, long post. Rage hit me. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight :)

#good omens s2 #good omens #art #doodlies #doodle #aziraphale #spoilers good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #good ineffable omens #ineffable divorce #shitpost #bitch was writing so long that their mouth went dry af #LATE AS ALWAYS OMFG

[prettyboykatsuki]

Okay but if we consider pro heroes akin to pro athletes who all mostly retire by 40 bc they get put through the wringer physically……. silver fox retired Bakugo would absolutely be a househusband 🫣

tags ; gn!reader, househusband!bkg, there's a pretty big age gap but both characters are well into adulthood lol

swear we share braincells because this is genuinely the one scenario i can see househusband bkg to its fullest and most canon extent and GODDD it makes me crazy.

bakugou is a late bloomer when it comes to interpersonal relationships. he’s the word busy in human form. he spent his entire adult life on one long, strenuous path to number one and achieved what most people could only hope to do in 3 lifetimes. he has accolades, wealth, charity - and time has softened his public image to something of a lovable grump and less of a raging hot-head.

all that being said, there's very little in his life in the way of meaningful romantic partnerships. the number is closer to 0 than it is one, really. he's had feelings for people but not enough energy or time to make something of it. and he's good at repressing those feelings in the first place so they've never surfaced or blossomed. he didn't want them too.

after the war ended, there was more regulations with being a hero than before. mostly of social expectations. a documentary of allmights early life struck the public and it became custom to retire before 50 - or at least work significantly less. that, ontop of the sustained injury in his knees leaves bakugou retired in his early 40's.

and surprisingly, he wasn't as against as he thought he'd be. maybe he was just tired deep down, but more than that - he achieved what he wanted. he spent a long few years as number one and since then has gone back and forth with deku on the charts. he's done the only thing he really wanted, which was to have some sort of historic impact on the world like the hero admired so much.

and he achieve that before 50. so now he was retired. somehow it's anticlimatic.

after he's done, he can't find what else to do with his life. he does what anyone else who's retired to but he's still spry and healthy. he gardens. he cooks and cleans. he goes to film festivals and drinks with friends and rock-climbs and helps on cases. he lectures sometimes, when they want him somewhere and goes to some public events. he even volunteers. takes care of his friends kids all of which are teens now.

and all of that is fine, but he does miss the work. he misses feeling like he's needed somewhere instead of sitting on his hands all day.

bakugou meets you coincidentally. it's an informal meeting, and deku introduces you. just about how to handle his assets moving forward, you're some kind of finacial advisor.

you're in your mid 30s, professional and charismatic. it's very clear your good at your job, and bakugou likes competent people. one meeting turns into a few more less casual ones. becomes hang-outs, becomes drinks together and a dinner date and at some point he has to admit to himself.

for the first time, in his whole entire life, bakugou has feelings for someone in a completely viable way. he's a little weary about the age gap for a while, but you're both well into adulthood by now. and he probably needs to stop nit-picking whats maybe his last chance at a love life.

he gets over it, eventually. and finds himself in your company, learning about your life as an office worker. about you, and the smart way you talk and the way you soothe some of his growing pains. he's deeply in love before he has a chance to think twice.

you both shared two woes, the first one being a house too big and the second one being needs.

you needed to take better care of yourself. bakugou needed something to do that fulfilled this perpetual emptiness.

he wasn't trying to rush marriage. in fact, you brought it up first over dinner. he thinks that's a very you thing to do, in hindsight. it was an unromantic proposal to many - but the practical conversation was merely a reminder of all things bakugou adored about you to begin with.

it's weird, in a way. when he'd imagined his possible married life as a young hero - he thought it'd be inversed. he'd marry someone who he came home to.

but he's well into his mid-forties, with a ring on one-hand and a grey apron he wears around the house. he packs bentos and makes protein shakes, and even writes up a work-out routine that he explains carefully how to do it on your tight schedule. you have a career you'll probably do until you're retired.

and neither of you need the money. you could probably retire right now if you wanted to - but bakugou likes the way things have unfolded. he likes that you're busy (only sometimes). he likes being at home and looking after you like some mother hen and he likes that he's the person you kiss at the door every day before leaving and when you return.

he remembers wondering often why his dad was doing something like this when he was younger - but he finally starts to wrap his head around it in full. hairs starting to go grey, the lines in his face starting to show more.

he's just as happy being your househusband as he was when he's off fighting crime. and sometimes, he catches himself smiling about the way his life turned out.

#return to sender #househusband!bakugou #hes so important to me plu... #also you sent this in NOVEMBER im so sorry dsfkfsjdk #writing tag #katsuki <3 #im just clearing my drafts up a bit

[fruitybashir]

okay, gonna infodump about The Wiggles again for a second sorry this is so very long. (also sorry about the links not being clickable. I hope you can copy-paste them as tumblr didn't like linking them but I've also given you the title of each video if you want to look it up yourself. Also I hope they aren't region-locked.)

this is my fave song that I grew up with of theirs that I can so imagine Bojan singing to kids and also the music vid reminds me of Umazane Misli only cause they're like dancing in a studio and look like idiots which is great. This is one of their first songs/ music vids so they don't have their uniforms yet (they all get a specific colour that they wear and are identified with which really helps kids to go "I like the blue wiggle" or "I like the red wiggle").

(video title: Get Ready To Wiggle - Original Music Video, 1991 - The Wiggles)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JItfH1PZAs

For the audience participation idea you mentioned like UM karaoke, The Wiggles actually did do this!! one of the members (named Jeff) had it as a character thing he was always sleepy/tired so he would 'fall asleep' during their shows and they would have to get all the kids to scream "Wake up Jeff!" to wake him up. They did it cause Jeff was I think the shyest out of them and they wanted to give him a way to interact with the kids more. Here's this interview where he talks about it a bit and the band in general that's just really good/sweet and shows the band more and Jeff specifically.

(video title: Why purple Wiggle Jeff Fatt handed over the reins | Throwback)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJNWA_aBVHY

this is their most iconic song called Fruit Salad which like everyone knows at least some of and you have to watch to get the idea of their music.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYYGD56CxTw

and just as another thing of how iconic they are one of our big radio stations here is called Tripple J and they have a thing called Like a Version where people come and do live covers of songs. They have some really big and famous musicians do it and the covers are often really good.

Anyway The Wiggles have changed and added members a few times by now but they did have at least 3 og members (plus some new peeps) do a cover of a Tame Impala song and they incorporated Fruit Salad into the song which was just so iconic of them

(video title: The Wiggles cover Tame Impala 'Elephant' for Like A Version)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a13WnqsRc5g

(that radio station also has a song contest thing called The Hottest 100 every year where everyone votes for their fave song. I believe that cover did really really well, like it either won or was in the top 10)

there's so much info about them if you're interested but something I think is really cute is they're called The Wiggles because "that's how children dance".

anyway their wikipedia page is good if you wanna read about their history and stuff in more detail. I think it's interesting.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wiggles

anyway sorry for the super long post/rant/thing about something very random but they're a really important group here and they mean so much to me and many others and the idea of Bojan in your fic just fits so well with them. once again sorry for the wall of text/infodump but I hope you find it interesting maybe!

(also I love your fic a lot and daycare dad Bojan has wormed his way into my heart which is why I got so excited to talk about The Wiggles)

omg i loooove this little-not-so-little infodump <3333 i dont really have anything clever to add bc im with company so my thoughts keep getting interrupted by someone talking to me but OFC i know fruit salad and also that audience participation thing sounds so funny and cute fr 🥺🥺💖

i kinda fucked myself over with making bojan work in daycare in this fic bc now i cant stop thinking about himmmm goddd. maybe i DO have to write a short bonus scene of the band performing for the kids. or something. anything. i need more bojan with kids 😩💖💖💖💖

#inbox #hazzybat #sorry for the late reply but a friend has come home over easter two days ago and hes living with us rn and we're just #talking and talking and talking and hanging out and its FUN but also i have a dead limit on conversation per day so my texting and replying #to people has been cut a liiiiittle short #my writing as well but thats fine bc now i have a little extra time to write the next chapter so thats 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[macbethz]

Saw your recent posts about deathloop and I've never heard of it before but oh myyy goddd it sounds intriguing, considering getting it but I know next to nothing about it really tbh. Do you think you could like give a summary of it or what you liked about it? Sooo fair to be like no go Google it instead lmao, I just love hearing first hand accounts of people playing a game yk, it gives me more of an impression of the game sometimes but also I know people don't wanna explain shit all the time haha

I will never in my life tell someone to google something instead of explaining what i like about it because i love to talk about things i like <3333

I definitely recommend getting it!!! It's one of my favorite games of all time and imo so incredibly underrated. The vague plot summary is you are an amnesiac assassin trapped in a time loop attempting to break the time loop by assassinating your targets, all while being targeted yourself by a woman who claims to know everything about you. I don't want to say too much because I think it's best played going in as blind as possible, but it engages a lot with cycles of violence, capitalism (my favorite trope of rich idealists fuck off to an island to build a better society and realize they can't stand each other), violence as intimacy, and the complexities of family relationships.

I personally love deathloop most for its character relationships and environmental storytelling! The relationship between Colt (you) and Julianna (the assassin targeting you) is the engine the whole game runs on and the voice actors have this really believable conversational chemistry. But each of the side characters also have their own unique relationship with Colt and each other, as well as their own secrets and psychological issues that you can dive into as deeply or shallowly as you want. And the environmental storytelling is on a level I think many AAA games are still trying to find in that it goes beyond just finding notes on the ground or whatever. The whole game is set on an island that has layers and layers of history that you can see through the changing architecture and faded signs and graffiti, it's incredibly cool.

As you can tell from these descriptors it's definitely a game that gives back what you put into it - if you wanted to you could breeze past all this and just play it as a straight immersive sim shooter but imo that is not as rewarding. You also probably won't enjoy this game if you don't want to find new ways to play the same levels over and over - it's set in a time loop after all! I personally am the kind of person who loves to explore and master game environments so it fit right into my natural playstyle. I will say multiplayer is completely broken and unfortunately the lack of fans means it's probably not going to be fixed any time soon, but the base game is so strong it's really just a fun extra.

anyway. play deathloop. goodbye

#THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHH #warlock wartalks

[skz-streamer]

A Lost Cause- Teaser (2/3)

Pairing: Felix (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, slight smut?

Warnings: mentions of suicide, scarred wrist, pain, car crash, PTSD, abusive/toxic boyfriend, substances, abuse, bruising, crying, um... lmk if I missed anything else❤️

Notes: This is just a teaser!!! things that are in the genre and warnings part might not be in the teaser...be patient 😘. Fic will be posted tomorow :)

Word count: 509;)

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A Week Later

Your eyes snap open, the clock on your bedside table reads ‘5:00am’ shit. You had a feeling this would happen, sleep early and wake up early. You grabbed your phone giving up the thought of trying to go back to bed again, you had tried that already and it didn’t work. Like at all. Nothing was open at this time. Ugh what were you supposed to do now? You drag yourself out of bed and slug to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. You get your cast off in another week, it was kinda depressing to look at actually. Usually most casts would be decorated with hearts or names and even little messages, but yours was just a plain white. In fact it was starting to get a little gray around the edges. Maybe if you were with your ex he would’ve- the coffee pot loudly beeps interrupting your thoughts, goddd why were you so hung up over him?

You decide to go out for a walk, maybe some fresh air would be good for you, there is actually a really pretty bridge near your house. It overlooked the ocean. It was pretty nice in the morning, known for providing a beautiful view of sunrises and sunsets. You quickly change into a messy outfit, you just throw on some jean shorts and a tank top. You grab a jacket and head out, looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a while, you look different. It’s a cleaner look, smoother skin with no bruises or scratches ruining your skin. Your top perfectly showed the little inward curve your waist had, you didn’t have an ‘hourglass body’ but you were happy with what you had. 

Gladly the bridge was a walkable distance from your apartment, you still didn’t have a car. Gosh there were so many things to sort out. You really tried not to think about all of the things you needed to do…not to mention your job, you hoped you hadn’t lost that. All your worries were blown away as soon as you felt the cold breeze hit your hair. You loved the ocean, the idea that so much was hidden in it scared you and intrigued you at the same time. You felt inclined towards it. You continue to stroll down the bridge, the waves crashing against nearby rocks, the sounds of seagulls, it was all beautiful to you. 

Not looking where you’re walking you bump into someone, sending your coffee to spill all over yourself. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry” you stutter out. “No I should be sorry, look at yourself” he replies, it’s a familiar voice almost like Feli- you find yourself looking straight into his eyes. You had tried your very best to not think about him, especially since what happened in the hospital, it was a mistake. Mistake? That didn’t seem like the right word, maybe an accident? You didn’t mean to lunge at Felix after your ex left, but you felt safe with him, warm.

#lee felix #skz fic #skz stay #skz writing #stray kids #felix fluff #skz fluff #skz angst #skz hurt/comfort #a lost cause #skz fanfic #skz fandom #skz x you #fem reader

[borathae]

I’m here to scream with you about chapter 35 because I read it yesterday after work, I wrote this and then my dumb brain forgot to send it 💀😂 sorry if it is all over the place I read it like at 2 am and wrote this right after almost falling asleep sjksksksks

Omg first of all sibi, you once again made me cry so much, THIS WAS HEARTBREAKING IN SO MANY WAYS 😭 like how do you manage to write emotions so vividly because why does your writing makes me truly feel the emotions your characters are feeling??!! It’s insane! Especially for the latest chapters the PAIN sibi THE ANGST gets bigger and I just SUFFER jskskskskksks like for real you are such an amazing talented writer!

I did see some oc slander in your asks and I just want to tell those anons “come outside, my fists just want to talk ☺️” because WE DONT ACCEPT OC SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE, especially now that she’s going through so much 😔 like pls let her be unhinged for some chapters this woman’s life and reality has been upside down from the moment she stepped into that damn university, her mind has been manipulated, she’s been tortured, she’s been HUNTED DOWN and almost killed by two freaking psychos (I’m sorry Mimi you are good now a whole sweetie) while her boyfriend just watched, she had to be there for Tae in his grieving so he didn’t loose himself, had to watch him killing and distance himself from her for it (just like Tae is doing now for her), she had to see her whole family almost die because of some magical bitches AND had one messing with her brain trying to end her, and now? SHE LOST ONE OF THE LOVES OF HER LIFE, LET HER HAVE HER UNHINGED MOMENT, she HAD to break at some point guys it was just a matter of time and circumstance, it would be the same if the one dying was Kook or Tae or any of the other members of her little family, she fought Yoongi just as hard for Tae in SA now it’s just a different kind of craziness because she has more knowledge I don’t see it as favouritism at all she just wants her family back complete 🥺😭 I truly love how unhinged she’s acting right now because you know what? I GET HER I too would go completely crazy trying to save my loved ones by any means necessary, I do have to say GIRL YOU WILL GET YOUR YOONGI BACK PLEASE DONT KILL YOURSELF IN THE PROCESS 😭 like the part where Tae found her almost dead in the middle of the hallway BROKE me 😭 my poor boy he must have been so terrified when he found her with her heart barely beating 😭😭😭😭 I can help but think about how terrible their grieving would be if they loose her too, like Kookie loosing both his lovers would destroy him completely and Tae loosing once again one of the only people who bring him true happiness goddd why do I do that to myself😭 at that part where she was “dreaming” about Yoongi I was so suspicious because it was like “this dream feels weird why everything is so calm why is he saying that she’s finally there, please tell me she isn’t dying what’s happeninghhshssjsj” and she was indeed dying from exhaustion 💀💀💀💀💀💀 and the part where she’s taking care of Yoongi???? HEARTBREAK if you look for that word in the dictionary that scene appears as an example 😭😭😭😭

And also Tae has been such a supportive boyfriend he’s for real the sweetest bean that also deserves a break, just like her, it broke my heart when he broke and told her that he felt she didn’t fight for him and instead fell in love with Yoongi while he was in prison BECAUSE WE KNOW THATS NOT TRUE like I know he said he didn’t mean it but I do think that maybe at some point in SA he felt that for like one second and then buried it deep inside to never think it again and now resurfaced as an outbursts of emotion, stress and preoccupation for her that he could control, like we all say things we don’t mean when we are under stress especially the emotional kind 😔

And then Namjoon that motherfucker jsksks look as a Joonie biased Army (my wise sweet nature loving man that acts like a little puppy my love) that shit was so disturbingly hot??? I hate youuuu jskskskskjsksksks at some point the little voice in my head was like “you know what I’m a weak bitch for this man let’s get that evil vampire dick and destroy the world girl” jskskksksks but miss oc YOU WILL NOT GET ANYTHING OUT OF HIM BY TORTURING HIM BECAUSE THE PSYCO GETS OFF ON IT HE LOVES IT, you have to hit him where it hurts, his “superior” immortality, threaten him with mortality and he will probably start behaving at least a little bit, the fucker more jail for him Immediately! 🥴

Jiminie baby he’s so sweet 😭😭😭😭😭 trying to make oc feel better by telling her the story with Yoongi 😭😭😭 I love how he’s so straight forward with her and has no qualms in telling her that yeah she’s hurting but at the same time she’s hurting the people that loves her and has to try to be better for them while still looking for a cure, AND THE WAY HE HUGGED KOOK TO COMFORT HIM??!!! BABY IS ALREADY SO PART OF THE FAMILY THEY ARE ON HUGGING TERMS I LOVE THAT FOR MY JIMIM 🥹🥹🥹🥹

And finally, YES to Kookie for being like “yeah no, we are a team in this relationship, I know you need a break and all but we both know that won’t happen unless our Yoongi is back and I miss and want him back too so let’s get some answers with Meredith, fuck the vacations at the beach 😤” THATS MY BABY! YOU GO KOOKIE MY LOVE!

That’s for now Sibi I’ll be back later after I read the new chapter!!!!! I’m so excited to know what happens with Meredith!!!!

-Shy Anon

FADJSFJADS I'M SO HAPPY THAT I MANAGE TO MAKE YOU GUYS EXPERIENCE THE EMOTIONS OF THE CHARACTERS AAAAH HEHEHHE 💜💜💜

like pls let her be unhinged for some chapters this woman’s life and reality has been upside down from the moment she stepped into that damn university, her mind has been manipulated, she’s been tortured, she’s been HUNTED DOWN and almost killed by two freaking psychos (I’m sorry Mimi you are good now a whole sweetie) while her boyfriend just watched, she had to be there for Tae in his grieving so he didn’t loose himself, had to watch him killing and distance himself from her for it (just like Tae is doing now for her), she had to see her whole family almost die because of some magical bitches AND had one messing with her brain trying to end her, and now? SHE LOST ONE OF THE LOVES OF HER LIFE, LET HER HAVE HER UNHINGED MOMENT, she HAD to break at some point guys it was just a matter of time and circumstance,

PREACH IT BESTIE FUCKING PREACH IT!!! I love that she's so unhinged rn like yes go off queen, you deserve to have your lil crazy streak 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

it would be the same if the one dying was Kook or Tae or any of the other members of her little family, she fought Yoongi just as hard for Tae in SA now it’s just a different kind of craziness because she has more knowledge I don’t see it as favouritism at all she just wants her family back complete 🥺😭

THANK YOU THIS!! like! I remember people hating on her for fighting Yoongi all the time in SA like besties, we were all there when the story evolved lmaoao by now we all should know that she is a mighty stubborn and resiliant fighter when her family is involved fjadsjf

I can help but think about how terrible their grieving would be if they loose her too, like Kookie loosing both his lovers would destroy him completely and Tae loosing once again one of the only people who bring him true happiness goddd why do I do that to myself😭

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEAS ENOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOO

I do think that maybe at some point in SA he felt that for like one second and then buried it deep inside to never think it again and now resurfaced as an outbursts of emotion, stress and preoccupation for her that he could control, like we all say things we don’t mean when we are under stress especially the emotional kind 😔

YES THANK YOU I love this analysis so much and I can definitely see this being the reason for his outburst LIKE YES OMFG 😭😭

“you know what I’m a weak bitch for this man let’s get that evil vampire dick and destroy the world girl”

HAHAHHAHAH MOOD HAHAHAHHAH

I love how he’s so straight forward with her and has no qualms in telling her that yeah she’s hurting but at the same time she’s hurting the people that loves her and has to try to be better for them while still looking for a cure,

YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ABOUT HIM when I decided to give him a redemption arch, the most important thing for me was that he won't his straightforwardness and "I WILL be rude if I have to" attitude so I'm happy that you like HIM BECAUSE I LOVE HIM TOO :(

And to end it all of *chants* Kookie kookie kookie!!!

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #shy anon #reviews #long post

[satoruhour]

baby i’m shaking you 😭😭 you completely ATE with those professor hc’s . . never ever Ever leaving my mind body n SOUL ! i feel absolutely insane. never recovering. i already rambled my head off in tags <3 but i needed to reiterate that. you are such a great writer. gave me butterflies and made me flustered and bit the tip of my finger because OH. MY GODDD. i was just so on edge like AHHHH 🤭🫣🙉🙈 I CAN’T HELP IT!!! i’m smooching you forever n ever, I LOVE YOU. FOREVER N EVER!! 💝💝

p.s. please get some rest while you’re busy w uni things !! and don’t worry about posting <3 we love love you as you are, and i hope you’re taking care of yourself too !! or else i might just come over and make you dinner !! 🍲 <- the beef bowl that you like :3c (if i even remember correctly. if i’m wrong about your favorite food. slap me)

DILLLLLY STOP ILOVE YOU 4EVER AND EVER TOO !!!!!! THANK FOR FOR YOUR INSANE TAGS I THOROUGHLY ENJOYED READING THRU THEM ure so funny fr IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT. no cause i was wondering what subject to give to geto... at first i had psychology in mind and it was almost there but not exacly ykwim ????? and then it just struck me.... geto would DEFINITELY know so many languages ... perhaps not perfectly but he would be so interested in the history of it and how it came to be. just HAHSDERHWH and thank you for ur kind words ahh im so honoured another great writer is telling me how much of a great writer i am 😭

and thank u 4 the concern baby :((( i’ll try not to worry too much huhu TT but i am also not opposed to having a beef bowl made by you (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ teehee

#are we having a midnight snack tonight #im def having one rn even if it’s not midnight and also it’s not really a snack #just a big ass bowl of acai 😭😭😭 #dilly youre really a gem ty for liking it sm omgg 🥹 #satoruhour's mutuals #asks #crysugu

[sw4tch]

vent post do not open

sigh u know what the problem is?

i don’t open up to people. I just don’t. you might think i overshare on here but that’s because this is basically my diary.

everywhere else? closed tomb.

I will die without people knowing my true thoughts. I am always silent.

I don’t speak. I just sit and listen and nod and laugh and look over them all with a placid expression.

Recently i had a meetup with my closest buddies and.

Well it was kind of nightmarish at some points. I had to go and hide myself in the bathroom at times because i was on the verge of a panic attack.

everyone else is so full of life. of interesting things to say. everyone else is happier than me.

And the problem isn’t that, it’s not really envy.

I just end up pitying myself because GOD why am i such a boring fuck?

I have things to say!!! I have interests!! I have passions!! I write 12k word fics, i make elaborate oc stories, i have STRONG opinions about certain movies and i still can’t say a fucking thing for fuck’s sake!

Because... I’m not good at talking. Hah. Maybe that’s why I’ve become so good at writing long, long, looooong entries on here. At least the written word allows me to express myself.

My voice? It fails me. Every time.

.

and, and even when i WANT to text a friend? There’s always a voice telling me “you’re annoying them. shut up”

And I always listen to it.

but also.

Existing is such a lonely experience for me.

I want to share my interests with my friends but.

I know they aren’t as interested in those things as me.

I fucking love talking about THEIR interests, i always bring a 100% energy to those conversations but when i imagine myself sharing??? my interests??? with them???

It’s horrific, the idea that they’ll have to pretend they want to talk to me about it.

Like.

My best friend, i want to share EVERY single fic and art i do with them but.

I just know they have better things to do than to indulge my childish interests.

i mean, fuck it, i pour my heart out, or i share something i’m embarrassed about, and i won’t even get a response sometimes. which SHOULD BE OKAY GODDD everyone is busy nowadays i am DEEPLY AWARE.

but it still hurts when it happens. It makes me think they saw what i shared and they despised it (I KNOW, I KNOW IT’S MY BRAIN LYING TO ME but i still end up believing its lies). and it only solidifies the idea that i can never share what i do because NO ONE CARES.

and. and god. that should be okay, i should be at peace with that because it’s not that deep, it’s not a reflection of my human worth, everyone just has a limited number of effort they can pour on their life, socializing is hard, no one is at my service etc etc but still.

i wish i could talk casually to other friends but i’m always asking myself “is it appropriate? am i bothering them? god, i’m so sorry for existing and ever DARING to want to talk with them”

An online friend i was talking to explicitly said to me “you can always share with me any other thing you want to talk about!” and i still CAN’T.

I want to share my ideas about the thing i’m obsessed with at the moment- here’s my thought process in that scenario.

- instinct: share to best friend > ah but i am worried what they might think of me if they see me pour my heart out and be a dumbass. i think too highly of them. i adore them too much. i care too much about what they think of me > let’s not share with them then

- ok let’s share with another friend that isn’t that close to me but i can still share these things with > no no we’re not close ENOUGH, we’re breaching the social contract here, you’d make a fool of yourself, you’d be actually bothering them, they’d know TOO MUCH about you, and you’re not comfortable being that vulnerable with someone you don’t have that level of trust yet > ok let’s not share then

- let’s share with an internet friend then? > are you INSANE? they have LIVES outside the computer, they don’t have time for you, how many times have you guys even TALKED to decide you can just barge into their dms and start ranting, hell we still need to make a good impression on them so we better. Not talk to them at all ESPECIALLY if you know for a fact this interest on your current obsession isn’t MUTUAL > let’s not share with them in that case

...So in the end i’m left with no one to share with.

You see the problem? That’s why i’m always on this goddamn website. I CAN FINALLY talk about what i obsess and love here.

But...It’s also literally speaking into the void.

You know, I have 833 followers. I know for a fact probably like 60% of those are dead accounts mostly bcus i’ve been here so goddamn long.

But i’ve never really had... a big group of friends here. I don’t really interact with others here other than a reply here, a tag mentioning them there, just... the smallest of interactions.

I have mutuals i genuinely adore, but we don’t talk! At this point i don’t think we ever will because even though we’ve been following each other for so long and i genuinely think they’re cool and funny people- i still cannot fathom a scenario in which i drop them a “hi hello how was your day??” and it’s not weird.

Who am I to think we’re friends?

I just. I’m too deeply aware at all times that connecting with others is. Is inherently a nuisance for them. You’re bothering someone else, and in the best case scenario, they don’t mind and in fact welcome it.

But daring to try and connect that first time? Reaching out? making yourself known??? showing what’s in your mind, in your heart??? god. it’s the biggest social transgression and you have to TRUST the other side likes you enough to welcome your companionship.

And my god.

After reading all of this i just.

Is it any surprise that one day i will drown in my own loneliness?

.

You know, i’ve been obsessing over the magnus archives a lot lately. and i just can’t get The Lonely out of my head.

Because my experience on the internet has just been The Lonely for YEARS now. talking to a void. never able to reach out. never having others reach out to me.

ah. ah there’s the lie. I see you. I see you.

I do have internet friends, i just mentioned them you see. But i guess. I guess my brain doesn’t register them. I think my brain still believes they don’t count because i don’t feel like i can just talk to them whenever i want. (Even though i could. I could... But i guess that’s a hurdle i still can’t get past).

I enjoy talking with them a lot. But usually they have to message me first because i’m too afraid to do so myself haha! ha! ha! it’s so funny it makes me cry!

I want to connect with others so bad but i just can’t.

God why am i like this?

It used to be so easy.

Why am i so afraid?

I just hate the idea of bothering people. Because if I bother them, they’ll hate me, and they’ll be grossed out by me, and. and. and they’ll leave.

But before they do they will be disgusted by who am i as a person, and that’s the worst thing. The Worst Thing I can Imagine.

God, i really do need the reassurance i am welcomed and wanted each step of the way huh? hah. hah. hah. Fail ass snail.

Don’t be cruel.

Don’t be cruel to yourself.

.

Anyway.

The Lonely right?

I live it, I feel it, it’s what surrounds me every day.

And you know how the people in the podcast consistently defeat The Lonely?

It’s with love.

By remembering someone you love. By remembering those that love you. By asserting who you are and what you love.

And it always make me smile.

Truly, love is what will save me. Always.

Love is real. Yes! It’s real, i’m not lying.

But you have to trust in love. You have to trust it.

You have to trust that the people you care about will care about you too. You have to trust that even if you annoy them, they will like you enough to not cut you off from their lives over every little moment in which you weren’t charming.

And you have to trust that your love for your friends is strong on both sides.

Oh Snaily you love so deeply, why can’t you believe it’s reciprocated?

Snaily, you keep your friendships as true as possible, why can’t you believe they’re true on both sides?

Why can’t you believe your friends will like your weirdness? Aren’t we proud to be freaks? You tell them each time they should allow themselves to be cringe and free but.

Are you allowing yourself that?

Oh Snaily, my beloved.

Please be more considerate to yourself. I know you try to be as kind as you can, as quiet, as polite, as little of a problem as possible.

But this is not living. You’re living in a lie, a lie in which you’re never wanted by anyone ever. It’s a lie. It’s a big and powerful and scary lie, but it’s right there in the name as an illusion.

We’re tired of The Lonely, you will need to reach out to get out of it.

I love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.

Loving and wanting love is a horror but it’s worth loving at its fullest despite it all.

end of post.

#snaily blabber

[ofbetterbodies]

for date night: this is going to be a multiseries ask because shit is complex, BUT, here is a summary of a very complicated situation that has been going on for 3+ years... I work with a guy six years older than me. Over this time we have become really good friends, but also definitely more than ~friends~. He initiated us talking back in 2019, and since then anytime he would get drunk at work events he couldn't leave me alone. During 2021 we became closer, talking every day. (Part 1)

DATE NIGHT!!!! Send asks about dates and romance!!

(Anon's full story under the cut)

ANON. Hi love. Ok reading this made me want to give you the worlds biggest bear hug because oh my god?? Oh my goddd? First off you seem like such a genuinely sweet person and I'm so sorry this guy has been stringing you along for so long. I do want you to genuinely ask yourself what *you* want with him because ultimately that's all that matters. I hope he gets his shit together and realizes what's right in front of him- as a grown ass man. I think this gets even more complicated because you work together and no matter what happens, there will be consequences in the place you work,,, which is never good. My wish for you anon is to find the kind of shining love you deserve, in whatever manner you need it 💗💗 but also. He was cruel, you were so real for that. Clown away my babe 🤡

:readmore:

Pt 2). Over the years i have had fleeting crushes. But last year around March, my friendship feelings had turned into waaaaaaaaaaay more. We had over the course of the past year and a half been talking way too much, every day, for hours on end. There have been numerous times we have been chatting until 3am. We tell each other vastly too much. We are also chaotic shits at work, and are definitely constantly flirting (which is funny cause we're radiographers at a major trauma centre haha). 3. In May last year we spoke until maybe 2am one night and he asked if i wanted to get breakfast with him the following day post his nightshift. I said sure (I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON). We met up at a quite cafe in the city and had breakfast for two hours, we were just chatting so much. he paid and he also walked me to my car. i was so unsure about what to think of this, like was this a date? A few days later he called me beautiful in a different language (a friend had to translate it for me).

Pt 4. He went overseas in june. And during that time was sending me so many photos and selfies!!!! which was interesting because he hates being in photos. We were still chatting all the time, even though he was on the other side of the world. over this time, my feels had fully developed. At the start of august my cat died, and he invited me to his house to like "sleep" or "not sleep" lol. I wasn't up for driving. I had decided i needed to say something because all i was getting was mixed signals. Pt 5. I wrote a note on my phone app, but never sent it because i was scared. It got to october and we were meant to hand out, but never made concrete plans. we had a really weird conversation that turned a bit hmm not great. i told him he was confusing me, he asked for a list of i did, and then he gave me a piss poor response. i called him cruel. we stopped talking. i cried so much. it was awful in person, we were so awkward, wouldn't talk and wouldn't look at each other. People noticed...

Pt 6. I tried to get over my feelings and things started going back to normal in Nov. we were consistently talking again. Well then it was the work xmas party. he asked my opinion on what he should wear. He kind of avoided me for the first hour and a bit. Everyone was telling me i looked really nice and i just wanted him! to! comment! everyone was progressively getting drunk (i don't drink). i was chatting to one of my male coworkers and he literally cut in and sat between us, lol. Pt 7. We got chatting and he brought up me calling him cruel the month prior (we had never discussed those texts, but knew we had to that night). We moved outside and like started kind of chatting, but like he could not stop touching me, he went to kiss me at one point and i was like stop what are you doing, there are people here. I ended up taking him home (which was an effort). I also ended up staying with him for four/five hours... um we had a very big chat about many things. we both admitted. Pt 8. that we like each other a lot. like more than friends. i asked him how long he had liked me for. he said a long time, and i was like how long is long. he said as long as we'd been talking, and i was like but thats THREE YEARS.... he tried to kiss me again, and i was like i'm not kissing you while you're drunk. i told him i didn't want to be a drunken mistake. he said i wouldn't be, but i was scared. i changed out of my dress because stuff happened lol and had on one of his tshirts. Pt 9. i ended up leaving his house cause i got my period, so i left him a note being like we need to chat tomorrow and that i would text him when i woke up. i got home at 4am anme at like 7:30am. i was so angry and tired. we texted all day off and on. but didn't end up chatting in person for another two days. i was so anxious. we ended up chatting for over 4 hours. i cried. it was a hard conversation. we admitted that we both like each other. but he doesn't want a relationship with anyone ever. Pt 10. we gave each other some space, lol that lasted 3 days before he messaged. i cried a lot again. and now its 2023 and we are back to what we were, which is openly flirting, now in front of other people to the point they mention it to me... we chat every day. we know too much about each other. our physical contact is more than friendly.. i worked with him alone for 5 hours the other night and boy did we flirt, i could say so much, but, i am a clown over this man, and 2023 is my clown year.

#asks #anonymous #swiftied8talk

[sugrbugz]

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

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[angellbarnes]

Forgotten Love - part one: a familiar face?

series summary: You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

chapter summary: It’s early days as the newest recruit. But that doesn’t mean it’ll come easy.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader 

words: 1k

warnings: nope. none.

A/N: Oh my goddd I’ve been gone for so long😬 I suddenly took a long Tumblr break because I had a lot on my plate and recently I’ve been on and off it a little more. But I’m back now (🤞🏼) and hopefully will be writing a lot more. And to me that also means a change of scenery sooo I redid my theme and I kinda love. Anyway this is part one of a new series I’m calling ‘Forgotten Love’. Please like, reblog and comment and let me know what you think!

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Out of breath, you push past your tiredness as you throw punches into the bag, which is now taking as much of a hit as your mind has in the past 24 hours. A day. You’ve been an Avenger for a day and could never have anticipated how it was going to go.

With all your attention going into your punches, you hardly notice Bucky entering the gym.

“Never usually anyone in here this early.” His deep, calm voice somehow startles you from where you are lost deep in your thoughts. You abruptly stop and hold the bag still, turning to where he was setting himself up at the pull-up bar.

“Didn’t think anyone would show up.” You reply, now conscious about carrying on.

“Well, don’t let me stop you. Looks like you were putting that bag through hell.” Despite what you think was an attempt at a joke, his face remains still, and he begins his workout.

You get back into your fighting stance, bringing your hands up and evening out your breaths. Without looking back, you start to feel like there are eyes on you. Not just from him. From everywhere. Trying to concentrate on what’s in front of you, you take a deep but slightly shaken breath. Then without a second thought, your body leading your mind, you grab your water bottle and are out of the room within five seconds.

“This is the new recruit you were informed about. I trust you will all make her feel welcome.” Fury said. “I think she’ll be a real asset to this team.”

“Tony Stark. Pleasure.” The famous Iron Man held out his hand, a friendly grin across his face.

“Emily Quinn.” You shook his hand and smiled back, feeling slightly uneasy from the abnormal kindness.

“So, what do you do?” He asked, leaning back against the table with his arms crossed.

“What do I do?” You questioned.

“Yeah, what’s your thing?”

“My thing?”

“He means your power, your ability, whatever you have that you’ll bring to the team.” A red head had chimed in.

“Oh, my thing.” You breathed out a laugh. “I, uh, I have this sort of... sixth sense, if you will. Basically I could fight any one of you with my eyes closed if it came to it.”

“Oh, wow.” Tony said. “I bet you wouldn’t be too bad out on the field then.”

“Yeah, well, I’m pretty strong, too. And fast.” Tony opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted.

“Enough chit chat Tony. I’d quite like to meet her now, if you’ll let me. I’m Natasha Romanoff.”

You greeted everyone else in the room, until one remained.

“James Barnes. Call me Bucky, though.” The soldier held out his right hand. Suddenly you were speechless, barely able to take his hand. You looked into his eyes and felt a slight sickness in your stomach, having feared this outcome.

“Well, now that Quinn has met everyone, let’s get back to business.” Tony continued.

Still in your head, you wondered what must have happened after you left that day.

“I’ll leave you kids to it, then.” Fury’s voice was but an echo within your mind, with so many thoughts whirling through it. But there was just one thought that made your heart involuntarily fall:

He didn't remember you.

He doesn’t remember you.

Your hands grip onto the edge of the bed where you are now sat.

“Just stop.” You mutter to yourself. “Shut up.” And, forcing your thoughts away from Bucky, you get up and take a long, hot shower.

The next few days carry on the same: training and learning and working on many things around the compound. It felt a bit like a video game. You walk from room to room, person to person, doing and talking about different things. For example, you and Tony were working on a suit for when you start heading out on missions. You and Nat and or Steve are usually sparring together. And Bruce helps with basically anything that’s mentioned around the compound that you don’t understand.

It’s now Friday afternoon and you’ve finished another session with Nat.

“Good job today. You’re doing really well, considering you were already pretty good with your sixth sense stuff. You know, you could at least pretend like you can’t already tell what’s coming when I go to hit you.” She smirks at you.

Her smirk. Something you’ve come to know and love.

“I could.” You take a sip from your water.

“So where did you learn your fighting techniques anyway?” Her question makes you almost choke on your water.

“Oh, you know, here and there, different places.” You reply timidly.

“Huh, specific.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Steve and Bucky on the other side of the gym. Steve is at the punching bag and Bucky is lifting undoubtedly heavy weights.

“What happened to him?” You ask softly, half thinking you were just saying in your head.

“Hm?”

“To Bucky. What happened?”

“Well, to begin with, he’s like over a hundred years old.” You raise your eyebrows in shock at the statement. “Yeah, I know. He was supposedly killed during the second World War, but what actually happened was HYDRA captured him.”

‘HYDRA…” You speak your thoughts out loud for a moment. “What happened when HYDRA got to him?”

“He was tested on. Tortured. Their own little experiment, which wasn’t so little. They gave him the name ‘The Winter Soldier’. He was HYDRA’s assassin, brainwashed into taking orders from them. No conscious choice.” Your skin crawls at Natasha’s words.

“Oh, wow…” You can hardly finish a sentence.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of shit the people on this team have been through that you don’t know about yet.” She mentions, and you take a breath.

“Yeah, I can imagine.” Your gaze falls onto Bucky once more. This time he looks up and locks his eyes onto yours. You feel a slight rise in your heartbeat and so you turn and start heading out with Natasha.

What you don’t know, however, is that Bucky keeps staring, intently, until you’re out of sight.

His eyebrows furrow.

“What’s the matter, Buck?” Steve notices his expression.

“It’s just- do I know that girl? Something seems so familiar about her.”

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[ptergwen]

give it a try

w/c: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of smut, angst, and swearing

a/n: i meant to say this a while ago but thank you all so much for 1k oh my GODDD i love you guys and it makes me so happy y’all love me back <3 and i know i’ve just been doing blurb requests lately but i’m gonna try to write more fics too! keep sending them in though it’s fun talking to everyone!!!! also i got this idea here so thanks to whoever sent it

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“fuck,” peter breathes out, rolling over so he’s next to you on your bed. you’re a panting mess after what you just did together. you let out a laugh and turn to face him. “shit, that was good.” your fingers comb through his matted curls. he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his chest. “really good. i’m ready to go again,” he chuckles. you playfully swat at his chest with your intertwined fingers. “of course you are.”

you’ve been doing this with peter for a few months now. he’ll send you a text or just drop by your apartment, and you take it from there. the transition from friends to friends with benefits happened over some beer one night.

you’d known you felt something more for him ever since you got close in your freshman year of college. alcohol gave you the courage to act on it. peter ended up feeling the same. sexually, at least. you’re pretty sure the romantic part is one sided. you still make an effort either way.

propping yourself up on your elbow, you look him over. “wanna go get food? it’s early.” “nah, i can’t. i’m supposed finish a paper for tomorrow.” peter presses his lips together. he never stays too long after you hook up. you don’t know what it is. maybe it’s to keep this separate from your friendship. you wish he’d let things overlap for once. messy is exciting.

“oh, that’s okay.” you try not to sound too disappointed. peter gives you an apologetic smile and gets off the bed. he steps back into his boxers, picking his shirt up off the floor next. you’re only watching. you already feel so empty, and he hasn’t even left. that’s the only part of being friends with benefits that you don’t like. you only get half of what you want.

peter is fully dressed now. he comes back over to you so he can say goodbye. sitting up, you raise your eyebrows at him. “are you sure you don’t wanna stay a little longer?” this is another attempt to break the cycle again. his mouth drops open, but he doesn’t say anything. he stares at you for a few seconds. he can see the hope in your eyes. you can see it in his, too. he’s finally changing his mind.

then, he shakes his head.

“i really have to go, y/n. i’ll text you later.” peter lowers his voice, breaking eye contact. a weight comes crushing down on your chest. you thought it finally worked. nodding, you stay silent as he walks to your bedroom door. he turns back with his hand on the knob. he’s waiting for you to say something.

“goodnight. good luck with your paper,” you croak out. “thanks. find something to eat.” it’s like he was never here the second he’s out your door.

your appetite is gone, but you know you need dinner. you throw together a boring salad with whatever is in your fridge. all you can think about while you chew the bitter lettuce is being cuddled up next to peter. you’d eventually fall asleep in his arms, and he’d be there when you wake up. is that so much to ask for?

peter can’t focus. he’s been trying to write his thesis for way too long. every time he starts typing, his mind goes to you. you under him, you holding his hand, you fighting back tears when he left. he hates doing this to you. if he could help it, he would have stayed all those nights and this one. he wishes it were that simple.

he’s worried he’ll lose you somehow. your friendship is what keeps him grounded, and he doesn’t want to imagine not having it in his life. too many people have came and gone. peter can’t ruin what he has with you. that’s why he never made a move, until you initiated it.

he knows you love him as more than a friend. he loves you the same, but he’s not taking things farther than they are right now. there’s always the possibility you’ll break up. he could also put you in danger. anything that takes you away from him isn’t happening. it’s easier to keep doing this, even though it hurts both of you.

the next time peter comes over, it’s been a while since you’ve seen him. you were never free at the same time. whether he planned that or not is beyond you. he makes it up to you either way, taking things slower than usual and giving you head first. he also lays with you when you’re done. something might have clicked after your last hookup.

peter has an arm wrapped loosely around you. your head is resting on his bare chest, smiling lazily. “so, did you wanna spend the night?” you figured you’d give it a shot by asking. things seem different for once. sighing, peter looks away from you. “i have to be up early, and none of my stuff is here. sorry.”

it’s like he has an infinite amount of excuses.

“you could borrow a toothbrush,” you scoff. his arm slips from around your side. “y/n, it’s not gonna work.” his voice is too calm for your liking. you sit up. “will it ever? i keep giving you signs, and you always reject me-“ “i’m not rejecting you.” there’s no way he said that. laughing in disbelief, you throw your hands up.

“then what are you doing, peter?” he gulps. “because i can’t keep letting you make me feel this way.” suddenly, peter is on his feet. he’s gathering his clothes while you sit there. that wasn’t what you were expecting.

“i told you not to get attached,” he almost yells, balling his clothes into a pile. you blink a few times. “i already was.” there’s a silence between you two. not sure what to do, peter quickly heads out of your room without another word. you’re so confused. you have no idea where this leaves the two of you or where he’s going.

as complicated as this is, you aren’t trying to fix it this time. peter made it clear he doesn’t want you to.

you wake up later that night to someone knocking at your window. the only person who could get up this high is peter. rubbing your eyes, you pull the covers off yourself. this is new. you turn on a light before sliding up your window for him. peter comes through just like he left, silently. he has a nervous look on his face.

“can i sit?” he asks quietly, you gesturing to your bed in response. you take a seat next to him. “what are you doing here so late?” “i...” his hands fidget in his lap. “i wanted to apologize.” you nod once to let him know he can go on. “i’ve been a really bad friend lately, and you’re right.” “about what?” he’s still playing with his fingers to distract himself. you put one of your hands on top of his. his teary eyes meet yours.

“i thought pushing you away was the only way to keep this going.” he takes in a shaky breath. “but... i love you, y/n.” tears are falling down his cheeks, your heart beating faster at his confession. his voice breaks. “i’m so sorry i didn’t say it sooner. i fucked everything up.”

“peter, peter. no you didn’t.” you put an arm around him, your free hand coming up to hold the back of his head. he hides his face in your shoulder. he’s crying on you.

you’re stroking his hair while he lets it all out, his arms wrapped around your lower back. you hug him against you. “i love you, okay? we’re gonna be fine.” “could we...” peter cuts himself off with a sniffle. “could we give it a try? being a couple?” you tilt your head to look at him.

“of course. you know i want to.” he uses a hand to wipe at his eyes, taking his head off your shoulder. you move yours down to his neck. he’s starting to catch his breath.

“i’ll, um, spend the night. if that’s okay.” “let’s get in bed,” you tell him softly, guiding him back to the pillows. he goes under the covers while you reach over and shut the light. you’re under them next, the bed warmer than usual now thay peter is in it. it’s nice. “wanna cuddle?” you almost whisper.

peter holds an arm out for you. curling into his side, you wrap both of yours around his torso. this is exactly what you’ve been needing. both of you.

it took some time to get here, but you’re finally giving it a try.

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[hotdamnhunnam]

Ride Me Like a Harley

Part 1 | Part 2 of The Prospect & The President

A/N: Here’s Part 2 of this 2-part series with Jax and a gender-neutral reader, based on the below requests! *The idea is that this fic can be enjoyed from the perspective of any reader, with no reference to gender-specific features.* Anyone reading as a woman can just imagine that SAMCRO admits women! (hard to believe, I know, but hey this is fanfiction 🙃)

Pairing: Jax Teller x gender-neutral reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, anal sex, dom!Jax (being bossy as fuck while you ride his cock) Requests: Request 1 (+ follow-up) and Request 2 from @malethirsty

Word Count: ~3k

... Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]

So it’s finally happened. Tonight you were finally patched in. The excitement of joining the club lives up to everything you’d imagined. After all of the hazing and humiliation, the brutal process of initiation... it feels so good to know it was all worth your while. 

And now it’s time for celebration. A couple of other prospects were patched in too, the same time as you, and the Sons are throwing a huge party to welcome you all to the crew. A big bash at the clubhouse with limitless bitches and booze. Bikers gone wild, in true SAMCRO style.

Thankfully, all these festivities help to distract, take your mind off the fact... that you still can’t get over your stupid obsession with Jax. Can’t get over that task, from a few weeks ago, that had put you on the fast track into SAMCRO. Just as Jax had promised. You will never forget how the President savagely teased and taunted, that the patch would be yours nice and quick... if you did just one little thing: sucked his big dick. Standing there like a motherfucking king, Jax knew how eagerly you’d jump on it.

Well, at least he was honest, you think as you throw back another drink. Speeding up your admissions process was exactly what you’d wanted. You’re just glad Jax kept his promise.

You spend most of the night pretending you don’t notice as he silently flirts with you from across the room, in all the ways that make you melt for him. Glancing at you over his shoulder, for no reason, simply for the sake of teasing. Flashing all those dirty little smirks and winks.

Fuck him, you think, knowing you surely never will. The President had ordered you to suck him off for one specific purpose; now that you’ve performed that service, your reward has been fulfilled. When you followed that order, you couldn’t have hoped that a meaningless joke of a blowjob would take things between you and Jax any farther...

Like he’s reading your mind, Jax approaches you now from behind. “Hey, you know why this is such a big night for our charter?”

You turn toward him and end up losing yourself in his blue gaze, admiring every feature on his flawless face. Dumbstruck as always. The universe is clearly conspiring to make your attempts to get over this man even harder.

As your eyes lock on his, Jax flicks his tongue between his smirking lips, ruining you the way he loves to do. “Well, thanks to you... our club just got a hundred times hotter.”

Ugh. Does he have to be corny as fuck? He knows that his praise always gets you all horny and hot and bothered...

And you’ve honestly had enough. Tonight you’re gonna put your foot down: now you’ve finally joined the club, Jax either has to stop fucking around, fucking you up... or just start fucking you, full stop. One or the other.

For fuck’s sake, you hope it’s the latter.

You spent so many months enduring teasing and torture from all of the Sons—no one more so than this dirty bastard—and in some ways, you have to admit it was fun. But tonight you are done. Done with doing whatever it takes, just to move up the ladder. Done playing along with the President’s games. Because damn it, your dignity matters.

Ever since Jax demanded that you suck his cock, then just left you to grovel in shame, feeling shitty as fuck, you’ve been struggling to put back together the pieces that shattered. 

But now you are an actual member. The President has to remember, and has to start treating you better. You’re not just a plaything for Jax Fucking Teller.

Never mind that the thought of being a plaything for the king turns you on to no end... you just have to pretend that it doesn’t. Your willing submission is just what he’d want. And you won’t ever let him humiliate you into such a position again. You just won’t.

“Jax, I think you should stop this,” you snap as you set down your shot glass, attempting eye contact, but quickly averting your eyes because otherwise you’d fucking die from his hotness. “Seriously, just stop with this... all of this nonsense. I’m sick of your shit, to be honest.”

The President pauses and arches his brows up. He clearly has no plans to stop. The cute crow eater standing at the bar just handed him a frothing mug of beer, hoping to catch his attention with tits popping out of her top, but Jax’s focus is on you alone as if nobody else is even here.

“Sick of my shit?” he repeats your words, wickedly snickering at you because he is the worst. You will never get over your thirst, and he knows it. “Nice try, bitch. This whole fucking club is my shit, in case you haven’t noticed. I own it.” 

Oh shit. There he goes acting like the king he is, exuding big dick energy that makes you fall to pieces. You down another shot, to drown out your instinctively submissive thoughts. Struggling to stifle back your inner whore. Yes, sir, you’re desperate to answer. The whole fucking world is yours. Yes of course. Yes, Master. You are a god.

Why does he have to be so mind-blowingly hot...? It really sucks, the way this evil bastard, just existing like he does, has your ass so totally fucked. His presence never fails to blow your mind to bits, rendering you a speechless piece of shit.

The king reaches to run his ring-clad fingers slowly across your new patch, the small strip of fabric that you have so proudly attached. His touch feels like a goddamn attack. Reminding you, just as he’d said, that SAMCRO is the property of Jax. “And now you’re a part of it. Don’t act as if you don’t love it.”

Fuck this shit. You try to pull back; you’re determined to act. Dead set on doing exactly that. “Don’t touch me, Jax.”

“DoN’t ToUcH mE, jAx,” he mocks, with a sadistic little laugh. And he’s so savage that you honestly can’t manage. Might just drop down onto your knees to bow before his crotch, right here and now and let the whole room watch, as you worship his cock.

On impulse, your eyes drop to his jeans and you notice a bigger-than-usual bulge. Jax is hard as a rock. What the fuck? You know he loves to tease you and crack jokes, making you choke, watching you turn to mush, taking advantage of your silly little crush—but since when does it get him off this much...?

He leans in closer, wraps his arm around your shoulder, and you can’t think anymore. Melting into his touch and moaning like a whore. Engulfed in the rich scent of Jax Fucking Teller.

“Bitch, you know nobody ever looked better in leather?” he breathes into your ear, scandalous words for you alone to hear. “Look even hotter now that you’re a member. Fuck, I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night. But you already knew that, right? Think anyone would notice if the two of us snuck out of here? Together?”

At this point Jax’s arms are the only thing holding you up. You’re about to pass out right in front of the whole fucking club.

And the bastard won’t keep his goddamn dirty mouth shut. “Tell me how much you wanna get fucked in this kutte, you filthy little slut.”

Oh my Goddd... You want nothing more than to surrender, but then you remember—the pain you had felt, literal living hell, when the President shot his whole load down your throat and then left you alone and abandoned, like it never happened. The worst sense of emptiness you could have ever imagined.

You swore to yourself that you’d never allow him to do that again. Definitely not the night of patch-in. Your first night as a part of the crew, and already he’s set on destroying you? Seriously, though? Fuck no.

So you pull back. “Look, Jax—before I earned the patch, I let you go ahead and burn me like a sack of trash. But now I’m done with all of that,” you state, shoving him further away. Forcing yourself to resist even though you can feel that his dick is so fucking erect... You try to keep your words plain and direct. “Now that I’m not just a pathetic little prospect, don’t you think maybe you should show my ass some damn respect?”

As soon as you’ve said it, you realize that you probably shouldn’t have used the word ‘ass’ in that sentence. But you had. And Jax makes sure to take advantage of that fact.

“You want me to respect your ass?” he suggestively asks, moving in close to you before you can even attempt to step further back. “Well, with an ass looking like that, what’d you expect?”

Ugh—why does he insist on relentlessly fucking you up? You try to push him off. “Jax, just stop...”

He pulls you close again and interrupts. “Y/N, listen—I know I’ve been treating you bad, and I get that you’re mad. And you have every right to be. It’s just that...” his voice trails softly, quietly, as he pushes you up against the bar, not even caring if the whole room sees how fucking close you are, “...after the shit that happened, I thought I could try to pretend. To deny what I want. Keep up the act of the cold heartless President I’m always trying to be. But I can’t. Understand?”

... Understand? No, you don’t. You blink up in silence at this glorious god of a man. What does he really want...?

And so he goes on. “Ever since then, I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Y/N. Not for one fucking minute,” he boldly continues, his heated confession infused with such passion you almost believe that it’s true. Very nearly convincing you, somehow. “I mean it. I mean—shit, every time I see you now, I can’t stop staring at your mouth. Thinking about my dick in it.”

Well, at least that you can believe. You remember the look on his face, so aroused and amazed, and the stars in his gaze when you’d swallowed him down all the way. The way he’d groaned and heaved, just before you allowed him to fucking explode. Jax had looked so euphoric when blowing his load, like his dick had found heaven deep down in your throat, never wanted to leave...

“Want you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone. It scares the shit out of me, honestly—but now I’m finally done trying to hide,” he declares, burning holes through your soul with the heat of his stare, till you’re totally wrecked. And with the words that he says next, you’re pretty sure you’ve died. “Tonight... I think it’s time you take this big dick for a ride.”

***************

Thanks to those words knocking you dead, you can’t remember when and how you ended up in Jax’s bed. 

He threw you over his shoulder, you’re pretty sure. Hauled you up to his dorm, barged through the door, manhandling you like a whore. It’s all a blur, raw hormones raging up a storm. He needs you now, as much as you need him. Or even more, somehow. True to form, the President takes on his role as your complete and utter dom, now that he has you in his room. He owns your whole entire ass, without a doubt.

“This ass is fucking mine,” he rasps, throwing you facedown on the mattress and attacking you with feral hands, forcefully yanking down your pants. Taking your bare cheeks in his grasp. His dominance feels so divine. “God, look at that. So fucking hot. So fucking perfect. Wanted this so bad, ever since the day we met. You said you wanted me to show it some respect?”

His palm comes down against your naked skin, with a delicious little smack that stings like hell, pleasure and pain pairing so well. Heaven-sent sin. His touch upon your cheeks makes you so weak. Can’t even speak. Jax hasn’t even fucked you yet and it’s already the best sex you’ve ever had. You need his big fat dick inside of you so fucking bad...

“Tell me, bitch,” he mutters, bending down over your body, tearing off your kutte and shirt and biting at your shoulder, every move he makes a hundred shades of naughty. Grazing his savage hands over your ass as his touch makes you shudder and twitch. “Still want respect? Or is this perfect ass of yours desperate to get fucking wrecked?”

Though you’re incapable of speech right now, you manage to form words somehow, when you feel him reach down to spread your legs. You moan and groan out loud, breathless. “Fuck yes—fucking destroy me, Jax...!” you beg.

Next thing you know he’s naked too, hot sweaty skin sliding against you, smooth and slick. Good God, he moves so fucking quick. “This tight ass ready for my dick? You ever taken anything so big?”

No point in answering that question—um, of course you haven’t. But the thought of Jax’s massive shaft splitting your ass in half sounds like complete heaven.

“Don’t wanna break you yet...” he says, shifting in one swift motion till he’s on the bottom, holding you firmly in place in top of him. Looking up at you with his trademark cocky grin, hands all over your heated skin. “First time I’ve got you in my bed—if I destroy your ass, it’ll be the last. We can’t have that.”

“I want it, Jax...” you gasp, a total mess as you reach to caress the sculpted muscles of his chest.

“I know,” he laughs, dealing your ass a playful slap. “Of course that’s what you want, you greedy little slut. Just gonna take it nice and slow.”

“But—ohhh....” you moan, realizing what he means all of a sudden, as he starts to dominate you from the bottom. 

“Mmm, there we go,” Jax goads you on. Keeping a tight grip on your hips, he guides you into position on top of him—on instinct, you reach down to grab his delicious dick, lining it up with your hole. A cry of bliss leaps from your lips, as your ass finally comes in contact with his cock, wet with the precum leaking from the tip. It feels so fucking beautiful. Won’t even need to be lubed up because he’s wet as fuck.

You take your time easing yourself down onto his enormous length, which takes a lot of self-restraint. You want him all the way; you crave the pain. But like he said, this is your first time in his bed. Jax Fucking Teller knows his size and strength. He doesn’t want tonight to leave your poor ass torn to shreds. Not yet.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like that,” he says, gazing up at your face, knowing his praises always get you good and wet. “Sitting down on this big juicy cock. So damn desperate to get fucked.”

In the state that you’re in, descending on his dick and ascending to heaven, you can’t even say much. “Jax... ughhh...”

Soon enough, you finally have him buried in your ass balls deep, and it feels so painfully good that you might just collapse in a heap.

You do your best to hold yourself up; Jax’s dominant hands and his calming words help you to do your damn job. “That’s a good little bitch. Nice and steady. Stay with me. You ready? I don’t want you missing a second of this.”

Then he starts thrusting upwards, all slowly and gently at first, and you find yourself grinding back down on him, hips moving in an instinctual rhythm. Feels so good that you’re sure all your insides are going to burst. And you love how it hurts. You’ve lost conscious control of your limbs, but your body apparently knows how to do its own thing. Always knows how to follow the lead of your king.

Jax looks so fucking pleased as he lies back admiring the view.

“Now put your kutte back on, why don’t you. Told you nobody wears leather like you do,” he suggests, smiling as you obediently grab the vest that he’d recently stripped off of you and flung onto the mattress. You’ve always wanted him to fuck you in this kutte, make you his dirty little slut. Just like he’d said back at the party. “Yeah, just like that, Y/N. Go on and start my fucking engine. Ride me like a Harley.”

And those words are all you need to fucking hear. You grab hold of his broad muscular shoulders, anchoring you as you steer; Jax wraps his arms around your back to pull you closer, bring you near. So you can listen to the filthy shit he whispers in your ear. Reminding you that you’re his dirty little whore, and that his big cock is all yours. You hear him loud and fucking clear. And you want time to stop right fucking here.

You may have started as a lowly little prospect, crushing on the President... but now you’ve earned a lot more than respect. You’ve earned the right to take his big dick for a ride, to feel him driving all the way inside, splitting your tight hole open wide. Tonight and every night. And it feels fucking perfect. Better than you’d ever dreamed, filling you up until you’re bursting at the seams, more than you could’ve ever asked.

This is the first time Jax is fucking your ass—it’s hands down the best sex, the best ride of your life... but it sure as hell won’t be the last.

***************

Hope you enjoyed this, and would love to hear if you did! ✨

If you’d like to read another fic that I’ve written with Jax and a gender-neutral reader, I’d recommend Make It Rain! 💦

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[shinesurge]

I’ve been holding off on making this post because I wanted to try it out myself and get settled in and make sure everything went okay, but seeing as I’ve gone ahead and updated my site and everything I thought now might be a good time to start talking about this publicly! 

If you’ve known me for more than five minutes you know I fucking hate Webtoon, like, a lot. Every aspect of it disgusts me to the core of my being, and while Webtoon is the ugliest version of them the aspects that I hate also extend to basically any comic aggregate site. I hate that they treat artists like content robots, I hate that they treat comic readers like morons who aren’t capable of engaging with complex stories, I hate that they actively try to strip away all the cool parts of indie comics by cultivating sterile and impersonal environments that discourage artistic experimentation and unique expression.

So! I hope you’ll be interested in what I have to say about this new platform that’s (hopefully) going to be out of alpha this summer. If you think you like reading comics on Webtoon, I really encourage you to check out Dillyhub once it launches. That’s the short version, but I have a LOT to say about this! So I’m putting the rest of this under a cut.

Full disclosure, I’m not getting paid or anything for this. The creative outreach at Dillyhub contacted me a few weeks ago asking if I’d be interested in having Kidd Commander be one of their launch titles when they go live this summer. I was hesitant at first, since I actively distrust anything claiming to be For Creators at this point, but they answered my pushy questions patiently and everything seemed on the up and up so I gave it a shot; I’ve been needing a mobile mirror for KC anyway. Eventually they invited me to the alpha creator discord, where they’ve been working directly with all of us artists to improve the platform, and now to be honest I’m REALLY excited for this thing to get off the ground. Nobody asked me to make this post, but since I’ve spent years whining and bitching about how other services do wrong by their creators, I thought I’d talk about this one that’s doing things right.

So, the biggest advantage this site has for creators over others in my opinion is that it. Treats us like individuals, regardless of follower count lmfao. If you’re a new person just starting out with your new webcomic, here’s what webtoon does for you:

Note: you don’t get a custom banner, you don’t even get to choose the solid color it is. That big circle icon is ALSO the image that shows up in searches, but everywhere else on the site it’s a 100x100px square, so you have to choose whether you want it to look good as a giant circle at the top of your comic’s page OR whether you want to look good in search results. Which, by the way, is the ONLY way for people to find you if you’re not partnered. And that’s it! You have no monetization options, you won’t show up on the genre pages, and when someone DOES stumble across your page it looks super unprofessional. Good Luck! 

Now here’s my Dillyhub page(s):

You don’t get a static banner and one icon, you get a whole carousel banner with as many images as you want front and center as soon as you get to the project page. You get seven (custom!) genre tags, as opposed to Webtoon’s single tag you have to pick from their list, and plenty of room to talk about your work. The episodes are even laid out better, you get a MUCH bigger preview space to work with and they’re nice and big on the bottom half of the page:

you know, like they’re actually presenting ART lmfao.

That’s already an ENORMOUS improvement, but here’s my favorite thing.

o hm that’s a lot of super cushy settings I have for every individual episode, but what’s that, Episode Type?

LIKE.

listen, i know this is probably a bit specialized if you’re not a comic maker yourself, but this is a HUGE DEAL. You can post vertically OR page by page! You can even post pages two at a time for double page spreads, or so they read like a physical comic book! AND their specs are really open, as long as the file meets the size requirement you can make it whatever shape you want. You don’t have to reformat all your shit to post here!! I posted the entire first volume of KC STRAIGHT FROM THE PRINT FILES in like half an hour!!! The episodes can also be any amount of pages, you can post a single page or an entire chapter all in one go!

So that’s just the project page for the comic, let’s see what happens when I click on my username there.

Each author gets their own unique page (which you can tack a vanity url to!) to present themselves however they want! You always have the banner at the top, but beyond that you have a ton of options. Among other incredibly useful tools that really should just be bare fucking minimum at this point, like the ability to preview your page on different devices, you start customizing your blank page with this set of widgets,

and from THERE you can customize them MORE, you can promote your patreon or your kickstarter or whatever! Having this creator space ALSO means that if you run several comics, or if you want to promote your comic AND your illustrations, you can just separate them into individual projects! Each with their own page! This is also really nice as a reader because you can subscribe to a creator but you can also just subscribe to specific projects, if you don’t want to get ALL of their stuff in your inbox. It’s so good y’all hh.

Once again, all of this functionality is just THERE as soon as you make your account. You don’t need to be “partnered” or whatever the fuck, you don’t need to meet a certain follower threshold to unlock the ability to operate normally. You get your own creator space to present yourself how you prefer, you get pages for all your projects, you can even set up monetization options (and change them for individual pages IN a project) right from the start.

ok ok let’s compare this to my webtoon page

oh that’s right webtoon just puts your greyed out name at the bottom of each comic and that’s it because human beings don’t make this stuff, my bad lol anyway

Other fun shit that Dillyhub does that makes me feel like they’re people who have actually consumed or made comics on the internet at some point in their lives:

-When you log into the “studio” space, you’re in your creator account. When you log OUT of the studio space, it’s like you swap to a “reader” account, where you can access your pull list and comment on things with a different name and profile icon. Again, maybe only cool if you’re a creator, but if you ARE then you know exactly why this is incredibly useful lmao

-You can set up “hidden” projects, so if you only want certain things to be accessible by certain people or to not show up in searches that’s an option! You have SO much control here it’s great.

-The comment section has moderation options GODDD. You also have a real comment space, you know, so it actually encourages building a community (and a rapport with your community, if you like), and you also can just turn comments off entirely if you want! I haven’t used it much yet, obviously, but it’s been made very clear in the discord that artists want better control over their comment sections and the devs have it on their priority list.

-Absolutely every step of customization gives you a preview before it’s live, so you can easily see what these images you’re posting in different places are going to look like before you beam them to your followers’ inboxes. This includes individual episodes!

-This was sort of in one of the screenshots but it’s important so I’m saying it here too: the option to mark individual episodes as mature or with content warnings, rather than having to mark an entire comic as Mature Spooky Scary Content because of one or two pages getting a bit hairy.

This site is only in alpha right now, and it’s invite-only until they get to beta (for creators; anyone can make a reader account! but they haven’t set up a way to browse comics without direct links yet so) but honest to god it’s already blowing every other site I’ve used clean out of the water. And the staff has been really kind and responsive to us proposing fixes or changes! I will always defend individual websites as being the best option for an indie comic, but everybody’s gotta start somewhere and we NEED something that isn’t Tumblr or Webtoon to fill this role; this site feels a lot more like a symbiotic relationship than any of the other staples available for new creators right now. If you’re a comic reader and you want to see your favorite comics on Dillyhub I’d suggest keeping an eye on this site and once it’s live start poking them to look into it, and if you’re a creator follow their social media and hop in when they open up for anybody to join. I would LOVE to see this site take off as a viable option for hosting and reading comics.

Thanks for reading all this! I haven’t quite finished setting up yet, but if you want to poke around a project/creator page for yourself mine is here have at it. As things progress I’m sure I’ll have more to say, but since I’m usually so aggressively negative about places like this I just wanted to give some credit where it was due. fucking finally.

#long post #i want this site to obliterate webtoon so fucking bad lmfao

[vixenpen]

Can I request domestic life, black s/o with bakugou and hawks having 3 sets of twins(4 boys 2 girls) all with strong quirks and strong personalities like them. Ending with nsfw and them finally getting some alone time without the kids.

Everyday Hawks asks himself why the hell he had so many Damn children.

His answer? Because he loves kids and wanted to be a family man.

Let his twin flame tell it? Because he has a breeding kink.

To cap it off, they all had some combination Of both of your powerful quirks. All three sets of twins had Hawks’ wings in various colors. It seemed he was destined to birth all prodigies as all six of his children displayed their quirks early.

Hawks couldn’t have been more proud or felt more blessed. He loved all his chicks, but my lord...

THUMP!

“Keito! Kaito! What are you two doing?”

.........

“Kaito! Keito—“

“Nothing!”

It wasn’t nothing.

When Keigo went upstairs, the two (your h/c) twins had managed to knock over their entire toy chest.

Dozens of blue and red feathers hovered in the air as two pairs of wide (e/c) eyes stared back at him.

👉🏻“He did it!”👈🏻

Keigo just sighed and rubbed his forehead

“I don’t care who did it, just clean it up.”

“Yes sir!”

“Keigo!!!”

That was you calling for him.

Keigo flew downstairs to see you looking somewhere between exasperated and exhausted

You simply pointed at the ceiling where your infant twin daughters had floated up to the rafters.

“It’s amazing that they can already fly at one.” Keigo marveled proudly.

“Yeah they’re regular prodigies, just like they’re daddy,” you sighed, tiredly. “Just get them down, please.”

“Ok daddies’ little chickadees,” he flew up toward the ceiling To grab the giggling baby girls.

He nuzzled their blonde hair. “My little chicks. Please don’t scare mommy like that.”

“I told you we need to get baby leashes for them.”

“We are not putting our kids on leashes like dogs, y/n.” He passed you the babies. “Remember, there are no locked cages in our house.” He grinned, cheekily.

You shook your head with a small smile. “Why did I let you pump six kids into me?”

“Hmm,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, his amber eyes growing seductive. “Want me to remind you?”

You giggled. “Kei—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

That was your second set of twin boys

You and Keigo glanced at each other, panicked, and ran outside.

Once you two made it to the back yard, you were met with your eldest two twins. Neither of you could believe what you were seeing. The humongous tree house—more like a god damn tree mansion—that Hawks had constructed for the eldest children was completely bottomed out.

The floor of half of it decorating the ground and two by fours hanging from the sturdy branches like Christmas ornaments.

“H-how,” you muttered in disbelief, “just...how...?”

Hawks appeared to be near tears.

“It took me almost a year to build that thing...”

The six year olds flew up to you both, talking animatedly over each other.

“Mommy, Kato and me were playin’ heroes, and-and Kaya was tryin’ to do Daddie’s feather sword move an-“

“Nah uh Kano! That’s not what happened, you were tryin’ to do uncle Enji’s moves, and then, and then-“

“And Kato, and..”

Their explanations overlapped into an incoherent mess that only served to leave you and Hawks with more questions than answers.

The two of you glanced tiredly at each other. Pretty much in a silent agreement that you both needed a break.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Do you think Mirko is ok?” You asked worriedly, as you removed yourself earrings.

“Trust me, if anybody has the energy to handle our chicks, it’s Rumi.” Hawks replied, snatching off his tie.

The two of you had just come back from dinner at one of your favorite upscale restaurants. Hawks had truly gone all out, getting you a room at an upscale hotel and spa.

Mirko had luckily jumped at the chance to babysit her favorite baby carrots, allowing the two of you a much needed evening out.

“I know, but I’m just worried. She hasn’t texted me in three hours...”

“Whelp, either our kids killed her or there’s nothing wrong,” Hawks quipped.

You shot him a withering glance. “Very funny, Keigo. I’m gonna call her.”

Just as you whipped out your phone, a tickle along you leg made you pause. Another ran down your arm. Then along your neck.

“Stop it, Kei.” You giggled, swatting his crimson feathers before they could make their way up your skirt.

“I can’t help it, babe,” hawks mumbled back, he reached to grab your hips. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re in concerned Mom mode.”

He pulled you on to the bed until you were straddling his hips. “Those motherly instincts are what drew me in.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile.

“Well, that,” his amber eyes grew hazy with lust, “and how fucking sexy you are.”

Pinching your soft stomach, you shot back; “Oh yeah, six kids later, and I’m a regular Instagram model.”

In a flash, your husband had you flipped on your back.

“Nah, baby, you’re better than any IG model. ‘Cuz you’re real.”

His scarred hands slid along your thighs. You shivered as his avian golden eyed gaze held on to your own. The scruff of his goatee tickled your thighs as he kissed the soft flesh, kneading it.

“Ahh Kei~”

“This body,” he slurped harshly against the dark skin of your hips and pelvis, “has given me six of the greatest blessings in my life.”

His fingers danced it’s way towards your dripping womanhood. A sweet sigh slipped from your lips when you felt two of them enter your heat.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”

His thumb pressed against your clit, setting your body on fire. You were already clenching his pumping fingers. His tongue slipped around your nipples, tickling your nerves once more.

“So yes,” he glanced back up at you, “you are fucking sexy to me, Lovebird. And I haven’t been able to fuck this body proper in a long time. So fuck the phone, fuck calling Mirko, fuck everything.”

He hoisted himself on top of you, his erection gliding against your pulsing clit and wet lips. The fire in your womanhood was absolutely raging now.

Fuck, you needed him.

“Let me fuck the shit out of you,” he smirked down at you, “the way we used to fuck before the kids.”

Well shit, when he put it like that, who were you to protest?

You snatched off Keigo’s white button down in seconds. Your dressed was tossed aside and in seconds, your legs were wrapped around Keigo’s trim waist.

“I got you, babe.” He mumbled into your ear.

With a powerful thrust, he plunged deep into you. A sharp pleasure shot through your entire body.

He ground his hips hard, fast, and deep against the friction of your gushy grip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—oh my goddd..”

You cursed. The pain of Keigo’s teeth in your neck, juxtaposed with the sweet pleasure he was assaulting your pussy with.

“My baby,” he moaned against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Feels so fucking good, fucking amazing...”

“Don’t. You. Dare. Cum. In. Me.”

You managed between his powerful thrusts. You tried to glare at him, but he felt too good inside you to manage anything other than desire.

He pushed himself up to his knees and pulled your legs apart.

His sexy smirk aimed at your blissed out face.

“Make a pretty face for me to come on then, Lovebird.”

He slammed into you even harder. His thick dick hitting your g-spot with every stroke.

“Ah, god, Keigo!”

Your loud moans mounted into breathy screams.

“Oh yeah, that’s the spot isn’t it, Lovebird?”

“Right—fuck—right there, Daddy~”

“Yeah?” He groaned.

Somehow, even with his orgasm clearly approaching, he kept his eyes on you. You could barely hold your own open as Hawks’ strokes you to your orgasm.

His red feathers flared out, ruffling. That was it. That made you snap.

Your orgasm closed in on you, bathing you in ecstasy.

Hawks was right behind you. He slid out of your grip and shot his thick, hot load all over your panting lips and heaving breasts.

“Shiiit.” He sighed before sinking down on top of you.

The pair of you lie in the afterglow of your mutual orgasms. Hawks cradled you in his arm, wrapping the both of you in his soft wings.

“Do we have to go back?” You asked.

Hawks chuckled, kissing your kinky curls. “We do, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “we wouldn’t.”

((This was a very difficult to do but it was also very cute. So thank you for that request I hope you like it))

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