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[nymphomatique]

wanna sit on nerd miguel’s face while i use my phone to snap other guys that’s my little chair fr😔😻

this just changed the trajectory of my life in a way you cannot understand.

cw: slight d/s dynamics, sending nudes, munch miguel makes an appearance once more, bro literally FEASTS, new character yippee (v minor), brief choking (more like a neck squeeze tbh), praise, squirting LOL, miguel gets kicked out again 😔 reader catching feelings?? we may never know. semi proofread today i felt nice. this is a longer one than usual, so enjoy!

“stop fuckin’ squirming down there and eat me out properly,” you say, looking down at miguel. his eyes are hazy and hooded, his glasses somewhere on the bed, his brown eyes clear as day. you grip his head by his hair and position him to where his nose brushes above your clit, and you moan at the feeling. “l-like that, okay miguel? be good for mommy.”

miguel takes heed of your instructions and begins to lick, suck, and thrust up into your wetness, making it hard for you to maintain something relative to your composure. in the throes of miguel’s mouth work, your phone screen, next to miguel’s head, lights up with a snapchat notification from none other than the star quarterback of your school, peter parker. you bite the corner of your lip, mouth pulling up in a smile at an idea. you grab your phone and open it to snapchat, seeing peters name at the top of your snap list. you open his snap and it’s a picture of him shirtless, abs on display, his happy trail just peeking over the band of his pants. his snap is captioned with text reading ‘wyd?’

you prop your camera up, angling it enough that miguel’s face and your pussy are out of frame. miguel stops for a moment to ask what you’re doing, but before he can get a word in you speak up, “if you stop, this will be the last time i ever let you touch me. got it? keep fucking going.” and wordless, miguel does as he’s told, going back to eating you but with a new energy this time. it catches you off guard a bit, and you let out a light f-fuck in response, but you don’t let it derail you from answering peter back.

peter. you and him have had.. complicated history to say the least. since high school, the two of you ran in the same social circles, with him being on your high school football team and you, a cheerleader. a true status quo. the two of you had ended up attending the same underaged parties, hooking up and even going steady for some time, until the blonde busty thing known as gwen stacy walked into your high school in sophomore year and made her claim on your then boyfriend. you figured it out after you walked in on them under the bleachers post-game, the spot where you habitually got on your knees to congratulate peter for his win. you stayed with him after a profuse apology and intense “i’m sorry” fuck session, to your dismay, but broke up with him in the beginning of your senior year. now, you two fuck from time to time, scratching an itch when you have it.

you look back at the tease of a photo on your phone, your tits spilling out your plunge neck crop top and your abdomen cutting off right above your pubic area, your pink thong still visible coming up the sides of your hips. you feel miguel plunge his tongue into you, causing you to fall forward, steadying yourself with one hand, phone in the other. “keep this up and i’m gonna squirt on you, but i bet you’re into that huh?” you laugh out a little, miguel moaning into you in response. you try not to get distracted and caption your snap to peter ‘nothing really’ and press send.

immediately, you see that he opens it and he replies just as fast, this time the photo of him in grey sweats with a visible tent, layer out on his bed. the caption attached, ‘wanna turn your nothing to a something? ;)’ and you roll your eyes. you move to answer him with another midriff picture, but you change your mind. “hey, look at me dweeb,” you say, turning the camera so that it’s capturing the angle of miguel’s mouth on your pussy, covered in spit and your juices. he looks up and sees the camera of your phone pointed down towards him and he goes red in the face and tight lipped. “remember what i told you about stopping,” you remind him, and he maintains eye contact with the camera as he goes back to lick a strip up your pussy, from your leaking hole to your clit. you move your unoccupied hand to his face, palm to his cheek as you slowly caress him with your thumb. “that’s a good boy.”

you move your hand from his cheek, trailing softly down to his strong neck and you wrap your hand around his neck and squeeze. at the pressure he lets out a groan, his hands moving to grip your thighs tighter to his face. “fuck miguel, you’re making mommy so happy right now- ah! fuck, just like that. keep doing that, o-okay?” you moan out. he says nothing, his eyes, still maintaining contact with the camera, clouded with lust, answering for him.

you snap a picture, turned on at the lewdness of it. it’s your pussy on miguel’s face, pink panties pushed to the side as his mouth is sucking on your clit, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs, and your hand around his neck at the same time. you make quick work to save the photo and caption it ‘busy, sorry’, feeling your orgasm approach. you press send and drop your phone, ignoring the back to back buzzing, probably of peters reply to your salacious snap.

a steady heat begins to boil in the pit of your stomach, and you keen forwards, your hand leaving miguel’s neck to grip the white sheets on your bed. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-“ and with that, you feel the pleasure within you tighten then burst, like a damn breaking way, and you begin to tremble as miguel continues his work down on you. the overstimulation begins to hit you, and you feel a spurt of liquid leave your body and miguel groan and suck. “oh my god,” you heave out, “st-stop, no more.”

miguel places a final kiss to your mound as he moves to lift your limp hips for you. he feels sheepish how, his sweater and mouth drenched with your liquids. he wipes his lips and makes way to speak to your still firm on the bed. “are- are you okay?”

you say nothing, grab the nearest pillow you have, and throw it at him. miguel dodges and understands that means get the fuck out.

after collecting yourself, your body still spent and sheets still wet, you roll over on your back and grab your phone to look at what peter replied to you. you open his snap, and laugh a little at his responses.

peter 🚮

| is that fucking o’hara..?

| you’re fucking with me???

| fucking whore

| you sleep with nerds now??

you make way to reply to peter one more time, opening the camera and taking a picture of the wet bedsheets, caption it ‘nerds that can make me cum? yeah’ and unadd him after.

you finally haul yourself up to change your sheets when you see miguel’s glasses on your bed. you grab them and put them on your nightstand, feeling heat rush through your blood to your face, thinking of him and the mess he made of you.

fucking dweeb.

[crazyunsexycool]

Bucky getting Handsy with Sugar - Sugar you're so pretty 😏

Lottie who came back from school out of nowhere - Yes daddy mama is so pretty 😍

The amount of times Lottie has Cockblocked Bucky and Sugar is unimaginable 😂😭

😂😂😂😂 She’s the reason she doesn’t have a baby sissy…

Getting Blocked…

Warnings: implied smut. mentioned edging/orgasm denial

Bucky had been on a mission for three weeks and to say he missed you was an understatement. Of course he missed his family but he was dying to see you, feel you and just have his way with you as many times as possible.

Bucky rushes out of the meeting room after the debrief and heads home. He hears you moving around in the kitchen and he quickly makes his way to you. You don’t even get a chance to say hello before he’s pulling you in and his lips crash into yours. Bucky only pulls away to leave a trail of kissing down your neck after leaving you breathless.

“I missed you too.” You mumble as you tilt your head to the side so that he can have better access.

“I missed you so much, sugar.” He mutters against your skin. His hands roam your figure and relishing how your curves fit perfectly against him. “I need you right now.”

You giggle as the scruff of his beard tickle your sensitive skin.

“You are so beautiful.”

“She’s the pwettiest mama ever.” Lottie says innocently as she moves around the kitchen island. Her eyes light up at seeing her dad after three weeks and her smile is radiant.

But as happy as Bucky is to see her he’s also frustrated. You can’t help but laugh at conflicting look on his face so you help him out by stepping around him and picking Lottie up. It gives him a minute or two to cool down.

“Hi doll, I missed you soooooo much.” He says once he has the situation under control.

"I missed you daddy." Lottie says while peppering kisses all over his face.

"Now, what are you doing home in the middle of the week, shouldn't you be at school?"

"They let the kids out early today." You say while biting back a smile.

"Of course they did." Bucky grumbles.

"Why don't you go shower and change and we can hang out later."

"Yeah, I'll do that." Bucky nods as he sets Lottie on her feet. He grumbles all the way up the stairs.

****

Bucky had just taken off his shirt in the bathroom when the door opened and closed quickly. You gave him a sly smile as your wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

“So what was this whole ‘I need you right now’ thing you were saying?” You mumble against his lips.

“Don’t tease me, Sugar.”

You smirk as your hands travel over Bucky’s chest and down his abs to his pants. His breath hitches as you undo the button and zipper. He can’t contain himself as he starts to get hard under your touch. But just as you’re about to get on your knees for him there’s a small knock on the bathroom door.

“Mama?” Lottie calls out. There’s a strain in her voice that lets you know something is wrong. “I dwopped my juice.”

Bucky throws his head back and groans as you pull away from him.

“I’ll be right out sweet Angel.”

“Mama, my dwess is Sticky. I don’t wike it.”

“Go to your bathroom and I’ll be right there.” You say and wait for the little ‘Kay’ she gives.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” You give him a quick kiss before leaving him alone in the bathroom.

****

Bucky had never been more excited for bedtime than at this moment. Once the kids were in bed he’d have you all to himself. He was more than happy to read an extra story if it meant the kids would be completely asleep and he could have uninterrupted time with you.

You’re already in bed waiting for Bucky when he walks in and locks the door. His eyes darken as he takes in your figure on the bed. Bucky doesn’t waste his time walking over to you.

“Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” You murmur as Bucky settles over you.

His lips are on yours in a flash. You both pour all your love into the kiss. Bucky’s hands travel up and down your body before his lips do the same. You sigh happily at finally having him close again after 3 weeks. Unfortunately for both of you there’s another knock at the door.

Bucky almost growls as he rests his forehead against your midsection. He’s so close to what he needs the most but he can’t have it, he can’t have you right now.

“Friday, unlock the door.” Bucky grumbles as he moves to his side of the bed.

Lottie’s sleepy form stands in the doorway, pink teddy bear in hand.

“What’s wrong doll?” Bucky asks as Lottie makes her way over to his side.

“Can habe seepover? I missed you daddy.”

Man’s Bucky’s heart melts at the sleepy confession. And who is he to deny his doll anything? Bucky looks over to you to find that you were trying not to laugh as he pulled Lottie up and sat her down between you too.

“Can I sleep here too?” Henry’s question made you yelp since you hadn’t seen him come in. He giggles sleepily as he starts climbing over you without waiting for an answer.

So Bucky’s first night back is spent with the three of you cuddled up in bed. He can’t be completely disappointed though, just a little frustrated.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next day Bucky woke up to an empty bed. He knew you would have taken the kids to school to let him sleep in more. So he went about his morning as usual. Bucky had some coffee, did some exercise and worked on a few reports in his office. At around 11 am he gets a text from you to come home so he finishes up and heads back.

"Sugar? Is everything alright?" Bucky calls out as he walks in.

"Everything's good."

Bucky walks further into your shared home only to stop in his tracks when he finds you at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him. You were wearing nothing but a robe, hair and make up done. His eyes went straight to your red painted lips.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"Nope. We are staying right here. Steve asked if he could pick up the kids from school and have a sleepover and who was I to deny that request?" You smirk. "Isn't that so nice of him?"

Bucky nods dumbly in response. His body already reacting to the implication that you'll have the rest of the day to yourselves. He's been dying to get his hands on you and showed you just how much he's missed you. But of course it couldn't be that easy. He takes one step towards you and feels like he's being held back, specifically by his left are. Bucky looks at the offending appendage in confusion before he looks back at you.

"Easy there tiger. I spent all morning getting ready for you and you're planning to throw me over your shoulder like a cave man?"

You were the one holding him back. Bucky's eyes darken as he stares you down. His jaw goes slack as you take off the robe and show off the lingerie you were wearing just for him. You looked divine but Bucky wanted to wipe off that little smug smirk you had.

"Sugar, if you don't let me go right now, I won't let you come."

Just like that you let him go. Bucky didn't waste any more time, he marched towards you and did exactly what you said and threw you over his shoulder. You couldn't help but laugh as he practically ran up the stairs and threw you on the bed.

Bucky sighed in relief as he took off his shirt and looked down at you. "Finally, just you and me."

You sit up and help Bucky get rid of his pants. As he begins to kiss you the doorbell rings and he groans.

"You have got to be kidding me. I'm going to murder whoever is on the other side of the door." Bucky says as he starts to get up.

He only stops when you start laughing. Bucky's eyes narrow in suspicion the longer and harder you laugh.

"Was that you?" He asks.

"I'm sorry. I had to do it. You should've seen your face." You start laughing again.

"Oh Sugar, you really shouldn't have done that." The tone in his voice has you stop. He wraps his fingers around your ankle and pulls you towards him. "Now you're really gonna get it."

"I hope so."

Bucky smirks. He takes his time with you. Maybe he even brings you right to the edge of bliss but stops before you're able to orgasm. You pout and tell him it's not fair. But he doesn't budge. Bucky keeps his promise and doesn't let you come, only a few times though.

After he's made his point he shows you just how much he missed you those three weeks. And most importantly, there are no little cockblockers around to stop him.

[fistfuloflightning]

What animal do you associate Shen Yuan with? Personally I see him as a fox, but I think that's just because of how I write him

I'm curious on what you think (I'm totally not having a debate with an irl friend or anything... 👀)

Burrowing owl. Hands down.

They’re flighty, curious creatures with a penchant for goofy antics and expressions. They have a bunch of weird unexplained habits and like to collect eclectic things to hide in their burrows.

And most importantly, they rarely dig their own burrows: they occupy spaces already created by other animals. Sound familiar?

[efingart]

loved your last one shot fic! just curious you have an oc with Adler?

Hey anon! Thank you so much, I'm glad you liked it. And thanks for reading!!

I actually do! I haven't officially introduced her yet (besides this meme I did with @alypink), but she is Adler's ex-wife.

Her name is Amelia. Her fc is Patti Hansen. Also, she's super tall- when she wears heels she's taller than Adler. They were high school sweethearts. But broke it off when Adler enlisted. However, they reconnected at the CIA (most of my oc x canon are CIA I just don't think these guys get out much).

Amelia would also like me to tell everyone that she loved him deeply and never in a million years would have rejected him because of his scars. And that she's not a hoarder and wishes Russ would stop telling people that 😅

Here's an old sketch of them that I need to redo 😅 I do have about half a fic written about them, but that also is old and needs to be reworked.

[aurynne]

homestuck is longer than the bible

this is absolutely crazy information to me. i almost couldn’t believe that i just HAD to look it up and wow

THERE’S ACTUALLY NO WAY???? LIKE IM CHRISTIAN AND STILL HAVEN’T MADE IT THROUGH TWO FULL BOOKS IN THE BIBLE YET. THIS IS INSANE

[star1117-archives]

Yandere pervert Mingi who finally shows himself to his live after stalking them for months - by maybe waiting for them in their room or something creepy of that sort

S.MG X GN!READER

YOUR THROAT FELT LIKE IT WAS CLOSING UP.

if you’d had trusted your gut feeling, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now. the knife was cool against your neck, your skin burning in comparison. you stayed still, silent as the intruder had instructed, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible so you don’t accidentally cut your own neck. his breath however was loud, almost laboured, sickeningly warm on your neck as he leant into your ear. you had to fight the shudder that rose through your body when his lips grazed your ear.

“i’ll slit your pretty neck if you scream.”

gulping, you hummed in quiet agreement, allowing him to push you forward until you were at the bottom of your bed. fearing the worst, you closed your eyes as he pushed you onto it, just hoping it would all be over soon. however, when nothing happened, you dared to pry one daring eye open. the intruder’s head was tilted to the side in confusion, mouth and nose covered by a mask. finally understanding, he chuckled and unhooked one side of his mask, pulling it off as he spoke.

“i might be a stalker, but I’m no rapist.”

it felt as if your eyes had doubled, no tripled, in size, eyes hurt as you stared at your stalker’s face. surprisingly, it was a very familiar one.

“it’s you… from the café!”

when your voice rose, the man darted forward, hand on your mouth as he pressed the knife to your neck again.

“last warning baby, keep your fuckin’ voice down.”

tears now wetting your cheeks, you nodded slowly, gritting your jaw as his gloved hand caressed your face, wiping your tears away. sighing in content, he moved a few stray hairs into place, twirling one around his finger before letting it bounce back into place. finally letting up, he pointed to the pile of clothes neatly folded on your desk chair, gesturing with his knife.

“get dressed.”

eyebrows furrowed, you approached the clothes slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements or noises. cold dread washed over you when you saw the semi-formal clothes, taking in his black slacks and dress shirt underneath his hoodie.

“why are you forcing me, mingi? I told you no-”

he paced forward, face now inches from yours, a stern expression on his face that he never showed you at the café. even when you’d turned mingi down, he gave you a small smile and thumbs up, seemingly disappointed but taking it fairly wrong.

how wrong you were.

“and now you’re gonna tell me yes. we’re gonna go to the fancy restaurant I’ve booked, have a lovely fuckin’ evening, and then we’ll see where it goes from there.”

your face darkening, a wave of confidence, or perhaps stupidity, washed over you.

“who says this is gonna go anywhere?”

mingi just laughed in an almost mocking fashion, holding up the knife and letting it glint in the moonlight.

“mr. knife says you might not have a choice in this, baby.”



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[jewishrizahawkeye]

noah fence but i really think theres been a pendulum swing with swifites since the vienna threats re: private jet usage. like the security question is a reasonable concern, she and many celebrities of her status simply cannot travel by standard means but her jet usage is flagrantly wasteful. i wish the media and public would react to this by thinking of ways to ensure security for high risk people (celebrities) without writing them a blank check for emissions in the court of public opinion bc "its safer". taylors jet is helping make this planet unsafe for billions of people. why is one persons safety worth more than the safety of countless people who live in areas hardest hit by climate crises? there has to be a way to keep fanatics away from celebrities without leaving the rest of us to suffer the consequences of their "necessary security measures". swifites can should and must continue to bitch about the jet (actually jets plural) but i'll concede that we should stay focused on the catastrophic envrionmental harm they cause (and then we can crack open the international shipping and packaging on 10 million copies of 6 variants of the same goddamn record/cd next)

why are you sending me this? why do you have get on your soap box in my asks?

yes taylor’s jet usage is bad but there’s plenty of other celebrities that are FAR worse and there’s been proof of it. i’m not saying i support it at ALL but a to circle back to my post earlier:

WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME SOMETHING I DIDN’T ASK YOU TOO BECAUSE I LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT’S MUSIC???

why do you feel the need to preach in the inbox of a random person who has very little control over taylor swift? jesus christ you could’ve used the time it took you to send me this letter by writing a letter to a person who could’ve made a difference!

[thelastofhyde]

Hello lovely!

I have reread you cut your hair, and take some space twice this week and these two are stuck on my mind so much. Do you have any bits you can share with us on chapter 3? If not it’s totally cool, I’m just obsessed with them and hope they have a happy ending

hey !! firstly, i'm so appreciative of how patient everyone has been with me regarding the final part. i swear it's coming along, i just struggle to write when i'm not inspired by that specific fic ( my inspiration is constantyly ebbing & flowing, going from one fic to another ) my hope is to have it finished & posted by october i promise <33

i'm not a fan of unhappy endings, so trust they won't be getting one. i've included a small snippet from chapter three beneath the cut, for anyone interested !

( warning! brief mention of death/javi's time in colombia )

The second weekend brings an engagement.

Your best friend, screaming her head off down the line.

Her now fiance takes over, translates her unintelligible babbling to tell you about how he got down on one knee.

You congratulate them, tell them you couldn’t be happier for them, threaten violence upon them if you’re not maid of honour.

Then, you hang up and sob till your ribs hurt.

You think about him, for the first time in a while.

He’d been engaged, once.

You knew about it, as did most of Laredo’s townsfolk.

You wonder if he got down on one knee.

If he kissed her in a rush of emotion, the moment she said yes.

If he swept her off her feet, pressing promises into her skin of a future together.

If he remembered any of that joy the day he snuck out the back of the church, a note left in her dressing room and a flight down to Colombia with his name on it.

“If she’d promised to wait for you to return, would you have married her?” A ghostly memory of yourself, tangled in his sheets, the afterglow slowly settling down around you both.

Him, glancing down at you, the ash of his cigarette burning as he takes a drag.

You don’t let him waste the smoke, kiss him till the second-hand nicotine fills your own lungs.

“Never thought about it,” his eyes, sincerity pouring off the lashes, gaze ashamedly into your own. “Just thought I’d die out there. Catch a stray bullet, or end up in the hands of one of the cartels.”

A heavy pause, in which he finishes his cigarette and you kiss him some more.

“I’m glad you didn’t die.” It’s a flippant comment, one you say out of honesty and desperation to just say something.

It fills him with emotions you can’t quite read, a change in the way he looks at you, eyes brimming with tears. “You wouldn’t say that, if you knew the things I did down there.”

[athymelyreply]

plausible deniability for the wip tag game? 👀

Here’s one section:

Each press and release of cramped muscle, and the following bloom of sore satisfaction, fed straight into the whirl of endorphins and oxytocin that had his head spinning. For a second Jim cursed his rampant masochism, but then Spock dug his knuckles into another aching line of muscle on his left side and all thoughts of regret were driven from his mind. 

I think I may have shared that before though so here’s another one:

All he wanted was to collapse, to press himself to Jim, to cover his body with his own and feel the pulse of his captain’s heart beat through them both. 

But that was not something to think about right now. Even if he could barely push it from his mind. 

:))) its all terribly cliche and im having a wonderful time writing it

[crazyunsexycool]

Imagine Lottie is in Kindergarten and she gets expelled because she stood up for a kid who was getting bullied.

She thinks that she did something bad because now her teacher is really mad.

But Sugar and Bucky made her understand how proud they are of her for standing up against bad people and cheer her up and encourage her to do the same always!

I don’t think she would get expelled but maybe suspended just because she has super strength and maybe she pushed the bully a bit too hard. I also think she wouldn’t give two shits that her teacher was mad at her. Activate mini winter soldier with her scowl as she sits in the principal’s office. I think her and Henry would both stand up for the kids that were being bullied no matter what the consequences were.

Trigger warnings: Bullying, talk of illness, implied mention of cancer

Mini Avenger

Arms crossed over her chest. Anger flashing in her eyes. A frown on her lips. Charlotte was angry. She didn't understand why she was in trouble when she was only protecting a classmate from a bully. She was also mad at her teacher who had been mean to her. Then she was sent to the principal's office and Lottie was told that her parents had been called. When Bucky walked in through the door Lottie ran to him.

"Daddy." She got teary eyed the minute he picked her up.

"Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. Thank you for coming in on such short notice." The Principal, Mr. Giles, stands to greet you. "Charlotte please wait outside."

You had been standing next to Bucky trying to make sure Lottie was ok and you turned to glare at him.

"We need a minute to make sure our daughter is ok."

"Well, it's very important that we-"

"It's important for us to speak to our daughter and make sure she's ok first. Where can we speak privately?" Bucky says, leaving no space for discussions.

"I will give you a few minutes Mr. Barnes."

Mr. Giles walks out and closes the door behind him. Lottie reaches for you and you happily take her and give her a reassuring hug. You take a seat and settle Lott down.

"Am in trouble?" Lottie looked from you to Bucky with a sad look on her face.

"Tell us what happened. Why did you push that boy?"

"He's a bully. He was being mean to Gracie." She explains.

"Ok but did you follow our rules?"

"I did mama, I pwomise." She sniffles. "I tell him to stop. Then I tell the teacher. But he push-ed Gracie an Gracie is sick she can't be push-ed. Am in twouble now?"

Bucky reaches out and wipes away a stray tear. "No doll, you did the right thing. But now we have to talk with your principal."

"Kay."

Lottie hops off your lap and together the three of you walk out to the hallway. There you see Gracie, who Lottie defended. She looked exhausted, her hair was thinning and she wore a face mask. Immediately you got even more angry at the situation. This little girl was being bullied and instead of the teacher protecting her, the bully gets protected. The boy you assumed was the bully, Connor, was also their with his parents.

"This way please. My secretary will stay with the children."

It took half an hour and Bucky holding you back from launching yourself at the bully's mom. She had the nerve to call Lottie a freak. In the end both Lottie and the bully were suspended. The bully's mom didn't want to have her son apologize because in her words he did nothing wrong. You saw Gracie's mom deflate and the lack of empathy. She quickly got up and left to find her daughter. You were right behind her only to find Lottie and Connor arguing again. The secretary was trying to separate them.

"Mrs. Barnes will you please take Charlotte?" The secretary pleaded.

"Come here sweet angel. What happened?"

"He's being mean again." Charlotte glared at the little boy.

Connor's mom walked out of the conference room next and grabbed her son to leave. Everyone else walked out into the hallway with Bucky being last. The principal didn't bother to see what happened now and headed back to his office. Even though Gracie was silently crying. When it was just you, Bucky, Lottie, Gracie and her mom you spoke up.

"I'm so sorry this happened." You say.

"It's not your fault. I just hate that Gracie has suffered so much. As if being sick isn't enough, now she is being picked on and she had no friends." She was on the verge of tears. Before you can even reach out to her Lottie is tugging on her pants.

"That's not true. I'm Gracie's friend. And I won't let anyone be mean to her, I promise."

That does make Gracie's mom tear up and smile.

"Mama can Gracie come over and have a tea party?" Lottie looks at you with hopeful eyes.

"Only if it's ok with her mom, sweet angel."

Lottie turns back to Gracie's mom who can only nod in agreement before Lottie runs back to her new friend.

"You'll meet everyone, it's gonna be so fun."

Gracie's tears are long gone while Lottie tells her everything they can do when she comes over. She talks about Henry, Peanut, Alpine and her dear Steebie. You exchange numbers with Gracie's mom and plan a playdate soon before you head your separate ways.

"I'm very proud of you, doll. You did so good standing up for someone that needed help." Bucky says as he buckles her into her booster seat.

"I do the right thing."

"That's right. You're a mini Avenger."

[fistfuloflightning]

Do you have any BingFan fic recommendations?

yes yes yes!! I do! It’s such a tiny ship, but I’ve been hoarding any Bingfan content like shiny baubles for a day like today—there’s a couple promising ones that didn’t make the list bc I haven’t translated/read them yet, but the ones I have listed I’ve super enjoyed!

Visiting Repentance

It’s a Beautiful Day Outside by Somewhat_Unhinged_Persona

Attention on Me by kisamix

My Annoying Martial Brother Thinks I’m Cool? by beelzebaozi

Your Hand I’m Squeezing is Cold by Pekepokum

What's so sad about you (That doesn't fit in a word or a line) by Kheodur

[efingart]

Hey E! idkifishouldaskhereorinyourcodaccount BUT I’ll ask anyway. I’ve noticed you post a lot about Frank Woods, what made Woods be THE favorite character for you?

Hey no worries, I'm not exactly the most organized so it doesn't make a difference to me!

Oh my god where do I start? I'm going to try so hard to hold back because I will just tell you everything I like about him and this will take me even longer to write 😅

Frank falls into the unwanted child trope a bit. Not confirmed by Activision, but close enough and it is a trope that I find myself drawn to. The idea that he was a runaway, his home life must have been bad enough that the streets were better. Born right at the start of the Great Depression so his early life was never going to be easy. But he must have been resourceful and smart enough to survive. Another quality I like in my faves. It's interesting to think about that piece of his history that we will probably never get in any detail in canon. But that's ok, I'm happy to fill in the gaps with my own headcanons and fics.

Frank was then able to pick himself off the streets and enlist (his options were so limited, but he must have made the best choice for himself at the time.) Become such a standout that he was recruited into the CIA. And there, despite being a "self-reliant loner" he developed close friendships with Mason and Bowman. (as an aside, it is always funny when people hc he's an extrovert when he's very much not)

It's clear he cares for them deeply, even at the expense of his own well being as seen in 'Payback.' I do think he was still reeling from Bowman's death and that's why he acted with such reckless disregard for his own life. (But that's headcanon)

The way he reacts when anyone else is hurt or in danger, it's always them first him second, even in the middle of a firefight (redirecting Mason's attention to the pilot in 'Victor Charlie,' the kid on the PBR in 'Crash Site', the nurse during 'Suffer With Me' in BO2, multiple examples).

Then the way he treats Bell. I think he's the first person to deliver Bell a genuine compliment in the game (if you're a good shot). He knows his people and if I could ever get the damn sound bite again of him saying to Bell that he'd bet they'd like five minutes with the supercomputer to work again I'd link it here. How does he know Bell is such a nerd if he doesn't give a damn about his team?

He and Mason are the only ones who actually treat Bell as a member of the team. And that endeared me to him before I even knew about the plot twist.

And of course, the pain of Black Ops 2. He's just fucking dragged through the ringer isn't he? Everything, the shipping container, watching his entire team die, his tragic mistakes and how he reflects them as an old man. I really love that we get to see him as an old man. See him removed from his experiences in the 80s section of BO2. It's so interesting.

I mean even while he's still managing fresh life-changing injuries he still rallies for a kid who needs him. And he must have done a good job raising David because the kid turned out just fine in the end.

I probably could think of a half dozen more specific examples, his outrage at Project Greenlight for one: "Thousands dying in a flash and you're talking about fucking infrastructure."

Or how he has David's childhood drawings hung up in his room at the Vault.

I'm sure I'll have a dozen more after Black Ops 6 comes out if they deliver on the promised emotional journey storyline for Frank. (God, I'm so unbelievably happy he's in BO6.)

TL;DR

Frank is a complicated person. He has had it rough but doesn't wallow in self-pity. He's a smart and capable leader. He's imperfect. He knows how and when to keep things light. He takes care of his people. He rallies when he's most needed even if it's at his own expense. On the shallow end of things? He's hot, he's got great fashion sense.

Sorry, it took me a bit to get this all out. I think again I was trying to balance the urge to just dump every thought and feeling I have vs trying to be a bit more thoughtful about it. Also just cross-referencing things from the games to make sure I remembered them correctly. I'm sure there's a lot I left out. I'm planning on playing through 1, CW, & 2 again before BO6 comes out so I'm sure I'll have more thoughts to share. 😅

I genuinely appreciate you asking me about this, I love talking about Frank. Thank you so so much.

[ncityprincess]

Listen....Johnny....things I'd let him to do me....

*cracks knuckles*

i’m like 99.99999% sure i have a slight voyeurism thing 🫣 so like imagine you and johnny being at like a fancy gala or something and y’all are both horny af and so he pulls you into some closet or a sparkling clean bathroom and he pulls your panties to the side and just starts going to town on you. he has a vice grip on your hips as he sets a rough and deep pace. each thrust takes you closer and closer to the edge. and when you get too loud he roughly pulls you up by your hair to whisper in your ear.

“shut. the fuck up before someone hears us” he whispers through gritted teeth.

any other time he gets in one of his possessive moods he would just take the liberty of shutting you up by covering your mouth or sticking some fingers into it. but since you two are at a prestigious event filled with bright lights and cameras he’s still considerate enough to not ruin the makeup you worked oh so hard on <3 he pounding into you so hard that the straps of your dress are falling down your shoulders

and then finally you both finish a few moments later and you turn to look at each other and just laugh at how insane you both are for doing that

i need help

[what-in-gay-nation]

Trick or treat!! :P

(I’m dressed as Velma btw)

[magicbystarlight]

🍪🦖🐸🔮 for the asks 🖤

Hello Leigh 🦇🐈‍⬛

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Peanut butter cookie. A basic cookie that is pretty okay but not for a lot of people 🥜

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

The terror birds 😭 Terrifying but fascinating for someone who’s scared of birds

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Comfy and functional which is the bane of my husband’s existence cause I buy things that don’t go with his much more defined aesthetic lol

🔮 What's your dream job?

Published author but I have made absolutely no steps towards that 🙃

[sebsxphia]

i’m dead. i’ve died. i’m a goner. you know clit touching like this is my love language! and the spitting part?! oh my fucking goddddd 😵‍💫🤤 how can you say that you’re not good at writing smut, how! when you’ve gifted me something so incredibly delicious like this! the way you’ve captured jake’s character is perfect and how you write and add in all of the little details, with how he touches you and how he makes you feel, it reads like poetry!

thank you so much for sending me this, my dear anon! i’m so incredibly honoured and this is incredible! please continue writing! 🥹🥰💌

hi, that was me. this means so much coming from you of my gosh you don't even understand. i have a few finished works that i have been going back and forth on if i should post, and i'm still contemplating it but that you so much for this!! you're so nice and have created such a safe space and i just adore you!!! again, thank you for taking the time to not only read this but to type out such a nice message. have a good day!!

this was the second ask i never got! 🥺 but bless you, my love! this was you! god, i still remember (and think about) this ask all the time, it was so hot and so good! anything you write, weather you send it to me on asks, or post it, i will absolutely read it 🥹 thank you for sharing such incredible writing and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day! mwah! 🥰💗