#God is the only thing that can make you happy

[lorddeathofmurdermountain]

1: this company doesn't do anything good ever!

2: yeah they do

1: MY FREEDOM OF SPEACH!! YUO MONSTREE! HOW COULD YOU HAVE SUCH A SIMPLE AND SINGLEMINDED VIEW OF THE COMPANY, THINKING THEM INFALLIBLE?!?!?!?!?!

2: you can criticize them just don't pretend everything they ever do is bad because anyone with a brain large enough to realize they wouldn't be making all this money if that were true will think you're stupid, only cementing the idea that critics of the company as a whole are dumb

1: NU-UH YOU'RE JUST UNCRITICAL *proceeds to listen to advice by adding lots of nuanced opinions*

Also, rant time.

Couldn't @maybe-someday-eventually but I'll @colonel-crab.

For "maybe":

You do realize a clearly subjective "they suck" is still better than the original "they're objectively bad" argument? Nobody said you can't clearly express your dislike of them, just don't pretend they haven't done a single good thing in this world. Do they constantly fight unnecessary legal battles? Yes. Do they make older games virtually unavoidable for anyone who doesn't wanna pirate them? By god, yes. Do they also bring joy to countless grownups and children alike, spreading wonder and happiness across the entire world in that unique, Nintendo way? How many little hearts were ready to burst in joy and wonder when they played their first Zelda game? How many hands do you think held their first Nintendo Switch with reverent love and affection as they stared in wonder at the worlds Nintendo made and their parents so lovingly provided for them?

For "crab":

Go be a miserable pessimist somewhere else, please. There is love and joy in this world and a small, but not insignificant part of it is provided by Nintendo. By claiming they haven't provided a single good thing to this world, you're spitting on the happiness and wonder provided to countless children worldwide. And that's a really ass thing to do.

[ceesimz]

Lavender

A date that unfortunately doesn't go as planned. (autistic!reader - angst -> fluff)

Reverie series here as always! A verrrry real experience depicted in this one, with some amazing help from @pickledwoso that i am very grateful for, thank youuu <3

“Engel, are you ready to leave?” Alexia sang as she headed out of the bedroom towards where you were at the door rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet, waiting for her.

“Yes, you fool, I've been ready for the past half hour.” You rolled your eyes at her teasingly, laughing when she lightly pawed at your side where she knew you were ticklish. “Come on! You're taking all day.”

“Ay, it is our day-off, I can take my time for once. No rushing, just calm, and me and you.” She gave an alluring smile, sliding her hand down your arm until she intertwined your fingers, then leaned forwards to kiss your forehead. “Are you excited?”

“Very. I love when we do this.” You told her with a squeeze of her hand. The girl grinned, her eyes brimming with excitement and complete happiness seeping from her pores, like the prospect of visiting a farmer's market with her girlfriend was as exciting as a third Ballon d’Or.

“Me too.” She gently knocked your chin up and pecked your lips before brushing back a strand of hair behind your ear. “Now, are we ready, mi vida?”

“For the love of god, yes!”

Any time the club issued some days-off, one of the things highest on the list for yourself and Alexia was visiting the local farmer’s market. You’d buy the best of the best fresh organic products and cook together a dish of food that, combined with the quality time you'd spend with each other, would make for a night-in together that was so much better than going out somewhere. 

These days had become somewhat of a tradition, and with it being the penultimate day of the short summer break after the tournament Alexia had gone to, it was absolute perfection. The last day had no plans apart from relaxing and spending time together before the season started again. You couldn't think of a better way to spend the last bit of time off than a date to a familiar, easy place with Alexia that was sure to give way for a fun afternoon and evening.

With it being the height of summer, Barcelona was especially warm, which was perhaps the first warning sign of the day.

“Ale, you really need to get your car in the garage, your AC sucks.” You groaned, the vents on full blast yet hardly doing a thing to cool you down against the 35 degree air outside. Your window was open and your head rested against the door dramatically, Alexia couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight even if she did feel a little bad about it.

“It’s got a service next week, they will fix it then. Sorry.” She winced, hardly breaking a sweat in the weather she was more than acclimated to whilst you seemed to be struggling before the pair of you had even left the car.

You shrugged her off because it's not exactly her fault her car's AC has been faulty since the spring, and focused all your attention on the life-saving breeze hitting your face as Alexia maneuvered through some tame midday traffic. Hot weather wasn't one of your favourite things in the world, as a matter of fact much more comfortable in minus degree weather with tiny icicles on your eyelashes, but a year into living under the blaze of the Barna sun you had no choice but to put up with it.

Though, your patience with the heat wore off quick. And in its wake, a simmering feeling of restlessness, which should have been yet another warning sign. But you were too deep in your determination for this to be a good day for anything to write you off.

The market was only a short drive away, the two of you having opted out of walking because, well, duh, the weather, and just as the sweat that found its place on your nose no more than five minutes after stepping out of your ice cold shower finally began to evaporate, it came crawling right back the second you got out of the car. Alexia was starting to feel uneasy about the day's plans, and, really, so were you, but you were set on pushing through the constrictive feeling that had settled in your bones when the first bit of heat came your way after leaving your flat. There wouldn't be much time in the coming weeks for a day like this with your girlfriend, you weren't about to wreck it for the both of you.

From where the car was parked to the entrance of the market, you walked in silence, hand in hand across slightly worn stone tiles until the rusted old gates of the park stood before you. Over the threshold of the entrance, paved tiles turning to cobble, you knew the chaos the market had in store for you. You didn’t know if you could handle it. The writing on the wall was in the prickly sensation in your skin that was all too familiar, as was the way every nerve in your body screamed in discomfort, almost like your soul was desperately trying to find a way out of your body.

You ignored it, and headed towards the stalls before Alexia could ask how you were.

This place was familiar; you knew the ins and outs of each stall, you knew where to go, you knew how long it took to get around. It shouldn’t be too hard, right? 

You loved this place, of course it’d be fine. It beamed with energy, with good vibes, with good people. With its colourful displays of the finest fruit and vegetables, it was more than just a market; it was the heartbeat of the surrounding neigbourhoods.

All kinds of scents and aromas swirled around each corner, weaving themselves into the fabrics of people’s clothes and lingering long after they’d left. They were intoxicatingly good, and it was evident in the looks of wonder on everybody’s face, old or young, experienced shopper or recent newcomer. Vendors positioned at every stall or tattered wagon called out their offerings in a chaotic yet melodic mix of Spanish and Catalan, grabbing the nearest fruit or veg to wave around like an auctioneer with a hammer, the only use for it being to wave off the flies dancing tauntingly around their goods. 

Locals haggled over prices with the farmers they’d come to know just as well as their own family; their loud and boisterous back-and-forth banter may have sounded like arguing to unknowing tourists, but to everyone else it was understood as just some good-humoured ribbing that they all delighted in. It was more of a shuffle than a walk throughout the place thanks to the tourists that seemed to stop in the middle of the aisles every second, clearly oblivious to the well-practiced dance of the locals. Elderly ladies pulled their clueless esposos around with one arm whilst they carried their wicker basket in the other, the woven willow groaning under the weight of the countless ingredients to be used in that night’s meal.

For a moment, as you paused off to the side whilst Alexia caught up with one of the stall owners, a fisherman with his catches of the week proudly on display, which you knew your girlfriend would end the conversation by buying enough fish meat to feed the five thousand, you took a moment to breathe. Everybody seemed relieved of their life’s burdens here, gathered closely in one space that was steeped in the essence of the world’s simplest pleasures; flavour, tradition, and community. Only, the smile that was usually imprinted on your face whenever you came was no more than a distant memory. 

Despite the fairly shadowed area, considering the park was fenced in by sporadic trees that skimmed the roofs of buildings that showed off the city’s beautiful architecture, it was still insufferably hot. It radiated off of the ground, rebounded off the buildings around, and the flurry of structures meant there was no wind breaking through to give a cool Mediterranean breeze like you had before. 

Alexia seemed none the wiser, enraptured by the surroundings like it was her first time there, her head on a swivel and marveling at the mouth-wateringly exceptional variety of things to choose from. You hadn’t really been taking it in, your eyes stuck to the back of her head as you followed her through, waiting on shaking legs whenever she laughed and joked with each worker she bought from. 

This labyrinth of every cook’s dream was well and truly alive, but you weren’t. You couldn’t absorb the intense feeling of belonging and sonder you got whenever you came here. It was too much. The thought ate away at you, as with every fly that landed on your skin or every person that brushed against you, you became more and more on edge. 

All the different smells, the different sounds, the crowd of people, they didn’t spark those usual feelings of contentment and peace that transpired for you normally. Instead, they felt oppressive, like they were attacking your senses. 

The concoction of aromas forced themselves inside your nose and overloaded you completely, the squeamish smell of fish and the fiery linger of hundreds of kinds of herbs and spices bringing on a pounding headache. Every squeak of a wicker basket as the willow was put under more pressure could have been a gunshot for all you knew, the way it echoed around the tunnels of your ears. Anytime someone briefly put a hand on you as they moved past had you flinching, hating the unexpected contact as it was the last thing you needed in such a situation.

You didn’t find any comfort whatsoever in how Alexia’s hand never left yours for more than a minute, when normally it was something that grounded you. Her usually funny comments and little facts and point-outs of detail about her ‘second home’ (the name she had given it as she’d been coming here since she was young) didn’t make you feel any brighter, in fact you were pretty sure you missed most of them.

And as every minute passed, it appeared to get busier and busier, until it started to feel like you were in some kind of mosh pit, people bouncing off of you with every turn only for the next one to come along no more than a second later. You couldn’t hear a word Alexia was speaking, the once calming mix of languages turned into a booming echo of voices that were so close they seemed to be knocking on the bone of your skull, yet too distant for you to make out what anyone was saying, making it all so. much. worse.

Every voice, every footstep, every hearty laughter and every scrape of wood along the floor grated against your ears, all noises around amplified to immeasurable heights. The space was far too loud and far too crowded – each sensation you felt blurred into the next until it became impossible to separate from one another. But you did feel how each individual muscle tensed, from your legs to your shoulders, as Alexia continued to pull you through the market. 

You were hyperaware of everything around you and it soon became unbearable. But Alexia was happy, she chatted away like nothing was happening, comfortable and content as her canvas bag brimmed with stuff you didn’t even realise she had bought. You soldiered on, or at least tried to.

Until, your breathing began to quicken, your lungs unable to take in any of the stuffy air you walked through, your chest tightening in a way that only caused you to panic impossibly more. Each piece of fabric from your clothes grazed against your skin like a hundred scratches in a single second, your shirt and shorts beginning to feel like they were getting tighter with each step you took. And when the claustrophobia, the feeling like there was no escape at all, began to really set in, the day was over.

Your resolve had completely eroded. You tried to focus on grounding yourself — reminding yourself this was a safe space, but that was an empty claim to make to your shredded composure. You tried convincing your mind that Alexia’s hand in yours was comforting, when it only felt constrictive, her hand wholly enveloping yours like a snake, leaving no room to breathe. You clenched and unclenched your fist in time with your breaths, but you couldn't even inhale for a second before your mind went into overdrive. All the tools you relied on before were inadequate in that moment. The rational part of your brain slipped away, instead replaced by an instinctive need to escape. 

Surges of anger, panic, anxiety, fear, they all rose uncontrollably at once. Your jaw clenched, your free hand curled into a tight fist, and your vision turned hazy as your world dissolved into one indistinct blur.

The snapping point came abruptly. Perhaps it was a shrill laugh nearby, the clatter of a crate being dropped, or an impatient shove from someone trying to pass by. It was the smallest thing, but it tipped the scale far out of anybody’s control. You were alone in that moment. Trapped completely in your mind.

You missed how Alexia called your name over and over, how her hand nudged yours to desperately try to grasp your attention. It was only when her hands grabbed both your forearms that you were brought back down, but only for half a millisecond, before it all went south.

“What?!” You snapped at her, jumping back out of her touch. 

As a result, there were about thirty pairs of eyes on you. Everybody around paused, your sharp shout cutting through the buzz of the market, and it went so quiet that every flutter of a fly’s wing and every creek of wood could be heard. 

You took another step back when Alexia came towards you, a worrisome look on her face with her hands out in front of her like she was trying to not spook an untrusting animal in front of her. She rushed out some words of reassurance that fell into the background with all the other noises around that had picked up again, the market-goers losing interest in a seemingly harmless situation. They didn’t register within you, nor did her intentions. Your mind was far too good at playing tricks on you, convincing you of things that were far from the truth but in the moment felt like gospel.

There was no way out of where you were, both in the physical and the mental sense, and that was the main factor in the eruption that had just happened. With so many emotions coursing through you, there was an intense itch to find a release from them all. So before you realised, your arms crossed over your chest, hands on your upper arms just above your elbow, and you began to roughly palm, rub, grab at the skin there, needing a distraction from the volume of your mind and the world, whilst also desperately trying to get the movement to act as a release of the crushing press of the feelings inside of you. 

If you were alone at that time, god only knows what would have happened. Fortunately you weren’t.

The next time Alexia touched you was the featherlight weight of her hand on your lower back, the minor contact enough to lead you through the winding paths of the market. Your legs ran on autopilot, but you stumbled with every few steps, eyes too blurry to see the bumps and dips in the cobbles underneath your feet. There were probably tears down your face, though you’d reached such a broken point that your body was just… numb. You weren’t in control of anything anymore, hadn’t been for a while, but this was a new extremity. You weren’t even present in your own mind. Just an innocent, unknowing passenger in the car crash that had come out of nowhere.

Somehow, with her own hands trembling from concern, Alexia managed to lead you out of the chaos of the market to those same rusted, paint-chipped gates from earlier— the entrance of the park area. She was lost on what to do or say, but rationally she knew the only thing that would work for you right now was getting you home. 

“I will drive us back to your flat, back home, okay?” 

You gave her no indication that you heard her, which she was expecting, though you had heard the one word you were in dire need of and it was the first thing so far that managed to break through into your overwhelmed mind. Your hands were still moving roughly against the skin of your arms, sure to leave marks afterwards, but Alexia knew if she attempted to stop you, it’d only make matters worse. She had to get you home. Seeing you like this was breaking her.

It took a concerningly small amount of effort to guide you to the car; you were pliant and mindless, the exhaustion having fully taken over the minute you left the crowded space. She opened the door for you, helped you into the seat, and put the belt on. You leaned your head back against the seat rest and stared straight ahead. Whether it’d help or not, Alexia wasn’t sure. But she had to do one thing, more for the sake of her sanity than yours. With a quiet call of your name, she gently put a hand under your chin and turned you so you faced her.

“I’ll take you home and look after you. You will be okay.” She whispered, tentatively brushing away some of the tears still on your cheeks with her thumb. Her words were a sentiment for her as much as they were for you. “You’ll be okay soon.”

—

Next thing you knew, you were in your bed, lay on your side with your weighted blanket over you and Alexia nowhere to be seen.

It was definitely the calm after the storm. The room was mostly dark apart from the light that bled through the curtains which were closed, you could hear the quiet whir of the AC as well as the dull hum of traffic on the street below, but that was about it. It was a stark contrast to how things were before.

You don’t exactly remember getting home after what happened after the market, but what you did know was that though Alexia wasn’t in the room, she had been at some point, because you felt her love in the way she made sure everything was properly set up for you. The AC hadn’t been on before you left earlier and it only could have come back on by someone turning it on. The curtains were open that morning, whereas now they were drawn. And last time you checked, your blanket was still in the dryer, waiting to be taken out when you got back. 

Everything you felt earlier still echoed faintly inside your head and chest, but the weighted blanket over you helped to anchor you back to your life again, rather than the chaos you were drowning in not so long ago. Your mind was convoluted, thoughts jumbled, and you flitted from one shattered fragment of insecurity to the other. You were simply too exhausted to hold onto any of them, emotionally and mentally drained. Though, you still tried to identify what you were feeling— was it anger? Shame? Embarrassment? You couldn’t put a finger on it. 

Your hands still shook, your chest still shuddered with every breath. Your clothes still felt scratchy and overbearing, just less so now that you lay in the aftermath of it all. Instead of focusing on that, you drifted your attention to the feeling of the blanket on you; you focused on its texture, its softness, the heaviness of it and how it draped over you and helped to extinguish the flame that was overstimulation and overwhelm. These small but familiar details offered a tiny foothold in the mirror maze of your mind that you were still trying to escape from, only for the ruined reflection of you at the market to be shown back to you.

The longer you spent in that position, a deep, bone-level weariness quietly consumed you, like every aspect of you right down to your soul had been drained. But even still, your mind continued its hyperactive ways, replaying the day’s events over and over like a faulty film reel. The memory of it isn’t the slightest bit cohesive, it was just flashes of moments— the suffocating press of people from every direction, clamour of voices, the overloading mixture of scents. You alternated between frustration and exasperation, wanting to desperately forget what happened whilst not being able to move on from the embarrassment of it. 

However, the strain of it slowly began to dissipate with each minute you spent back at home in bed, a safe space where there were no expectations, where time was temporarily unimportant, and where there were no watchful eyes or scathing glares at the disruption you’d caused. And eventually, you felt like you had gained back control of your mind again. It was quieter then; the world felt muted, less aggressive, though you could feel that you were still wary of your surroundings because of how everything ambushed you earlier.

You weren’t fully recovered, you still felt heavy and your body ached due to the tension in your muscles and joints when it all came falling down, and you weren’t sure how much time had passed but the sun sat a little lower on the horizon when you finally felt able to get out of bed. The desire for time alone had gone, you needed something else then, and at this point of the relationship you felt comfortable enough to seek exactly what you needed without giving it a second thought. 

The door to your room creaked like it always did when you opened it, your apartment mostly silent save for the occasional huff from the kitchen as the person you were looking for busied herself with any chore she could think of as she waited patiently for you. 

You didn’t quite know what to say, but one of the best things about your relationship was that often in times like this, words weren’t a necessity. So you bypassed her and headed straight for the sofa, sitting in the corner and curling your feet underneath you, almost like you were making yourself as small as possible. And, just as you expected, not a minute went by before the blonde headed over, trying to disguise the worry she felt by giving a tight-lipped smile that was more on the amusing side than the reassuring one.

When she sat down, however, she left a gap between you both and perched only on the edge, which wasn’t what you wanted. One shared glance later and Alexia was smiling properly this time, shuffling to sit back against the cushions and beckoning you over with a small wave of her hand. With a sheepish but slightly triumphant look on your face, you moved along the couch and chose to sit sideways on her lap, one of her arms immediately wrapping around your waist as the hand of the other landed just above your knee. She pulled you close to her, and you settled into her with a relieved sigh, indescribably glad to have the final piece of the puzzle to self-regulation in your possession.

For some time, the pair of you didn’t speak, only relishing in the comfort you both needed after the day that had been had. At some point, Alexia noticed the redness to your skin from earlier and subconsciously brought a hand up to one of your arms, her thumb gently tracing over them with a frown on her face. She felt compelled to speak then.

“Please, engel, don’t put yourself through uncomfortable situations just to make me happy. If you asked me to, I would have taken you home earlier in a heartbeat.” The midfielder said carefully, panicking a little when she heard you sigh before calming when you buried your face in her neck.

“I didn’t really know it was going to be uncomfortable until it was already happening.” You told her in a mumbled, downbeat tone that made her hug you tighter against her. She contemplated her next words, wondering whether it was wise to voice them or not, before deciding that you’d hate it if you found out she’d kept her feelings from you.

“I’ve never seen you like that before.” Her fear and sadness was evident when she spoke, matching the frown still on her face and the furrow to her brow. You pressed your lips to the skin of her jaw in a somewhat apologetic gesture, which made her feel a little bad. “We’re both okay though, mi amor. I love you and we’re okay. I’m not mad or anything, this isn’t your fault. I don’t want you to feel guilty. It’s over now, it’s in the past, and we’re here together now.”

It might have been a minor reminder, but it relieved a lot of the remaining anxieties and insecurities you had. Even though she made sure you knew she never judged you for anything, you were only human, and sometimes the devil on your shoulder got the best of you. So, to hear her say she knew it wasn’t your fault and that she wasn’t angry, it was… very needed.

The mix of physical touch and words of affirmation never failed to work wonders for you. The period of time after an event like earlier was a delicate time to say the least, where your mind and your self-esteem was easily swayed by whatever reaction waited for you afterwards. Having Alexia be so welcoming, non-judgemental, caring and adoring even after what she’d witnessed made a world of a difference.

“Better day tomorrow?” You said shyly after moving back to look at her. She shook her head at first, which greatly confused you, before she smiled brightly, softly, reassuringly, and leaned forwards to kiss your temple.

“Better evening tonight after a bad day. And then a very good day tomorrow.” Her words were a little skewed, probably lost in translation, but you understand what she was getting at and it warmed your heart all the same.

It was important to you then, that you voiced your thoughts from just a moment ago. She had to know how important she was to you.

“Thank you, Ale. For everything.” You started, laughing quietly at the puzzled expression on her face. “You always know what to do, what to say. You always make me feel better after a day like this and I don’t know how you do it but… you changed my life.”

Her reaction was the sweetest. Her cheeks blushed red and she turned away for a moment with a tiny disbelieving shake of her head.

“I don’t know about that, cariño.” She murmured, but you weren’t having it. You put a hand on her cheek and turned her face back to you, ensuring she met your gaze before you spoke again.

“You did. I really mean it. I think about it a lot, how you’ve changed me, how I see myself because of you and how you treat me.” You paused for a moment, smiling up at her as her eyes silently urged you to continue. “I… value myself more because of how you value me. I don’t tell you enough how grateful I am for you and what you really mean to me. You’re the greatest person I have ever met.”

The normally sure and confident captain was rendered speechless in that moment, completely caught off guard and lost for words. How she could ever match the gravity and beauty of your words, she didn’t know. But they meant so much more to her than she knew she could ever express.

Ale ducked her head down for a moment as she really took in your words, before she lifted it back up again a moment later, with tears in her eyes. 

If only you knew how much you meant to her too.

“You’re my favourite person in the world, you know that?” She said with a pointed look and a raised eyebrow, almost accusing you of foolishly being uncertain about the fact that she stated so definitively. You knew she only did that to deflect the softness of her words a little. So, you just smiled, and tucked your head back into her neck and closed your eyes, completely at peace. “My favourite person in the whole world. You changed my life too.”

—

i really really tried my best to encapsulate the autistic experience of being overstimulated and overwhelmed in such a place here but i have no idea how well it comes across to a large audience. but for me and probably others, this is the reality, no matter how much you can plan and prepare and be excited for something, it can spiral out of your control so quickly and it's definitely a downer when it happens. hope this is somewhat understandable, im gonna go hibernate out of fear now, thank you v much for reading :)

[nkogneatho]

oliver aiku is a milf lover. he did know he liked older women but he never hit on a woman with a child. that until he met you at one of his games, your 5 month-old daughter smiling at him with her arms wide open. he thought the baby was cutest, that till his eyes landed on you. you looked so adorable, so beautiful in a top that reveals your cleavage, convenient to feed your child. he never thought he'd be jealous of a kid. but fuck. your tits were so plumped. he hated himself for lingering his gaze on them, all while you fangirled over him.

oliver hated the thought of someone else next to you, but it's not like he can express it. you must love your husband so much to have a cute baby with him. so the second he found out that the father was not in the picture because he abandoned you, something primal kicked inside aiku. he was furious. how can a man in his right mind leave such a beautiful woman and the cutest baby girl, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved or happy about it. because that means he gets to be by your side.

sure he is so much younger than you, but when you look at him, he is way more responsible than your ex was. you didn't know when it started but soon, you started seeing more of him in your life. he was there for the baby's regular checkups, to stock up groceries in your fridge when you ran out, or to get you the extra diapers even if it's the middle of the night.

soon, he was in your bed too. he himself didn't know how he ended up here but not a single cell in his body regretted when he watched your tits bounce each time he thrusted in you. the back of your palm hid your flustered face, but he pinned them above your wrist.

"don't hide it, sweetie. wanna see mommy's face as i fuck her senseless." you could only mewl at his words. "fuck. is it wrong that i—ugh that i am grateful that piece of shit left you. shit. i have you all to myself now. never—ah! letting you go."

"oliver nghh please"

"will soon make you a—ugh mommy again. god. you'd look so beautiful with my kid in this belly. fuck. i promise to take care of three of you. would never leave." your hands snaked around his nape as he planted kisses all over neck, whispering all kinds of things in your ear.

"gonna cum nghhhh. gonna cum oliver"

"yeah? go ahead, mommy dearest. cum on my cock. fuck. your pussy is squeezing me so tight. ngh—fuuuck. there we go."

oliver's orgasm followed right after yours, though he was wearing a condom, the way you ogled at him with doe eyes, he knew he was gonna fuck you raw next time.

[navybrat817]

Ficlet Friday?

A slightly buzzed Bucky just being the cutest or in love or both. Definitely a fluff-ficlet. Your choice on which Bucky 😉

I tried to make it fluffy, nonnie, but it does have a touch of angst. Sorry!

Pretty Girl

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Tipsy Bucky, encouraging friends, slight angst

You were reading a book in the lounge when laughter rang out through the hall, a smile touching your lips. The guys decided to do a “boys' night out” and it sounded like they had a good time. Between being heroes and the trials and tribulations they all went through, they deserved it.

“Hey! Pretty girl!”

You didn't turn toward the sound of Bucky’s voice immediately as much as you wanted to. Glancing around, you were the only one in the lounge, so who was he talking to? It would mean everything for him to call you pretty, but you were just… you.

“Steeeeve. I don’t think she heard me,” Bucky loudly whispered.

“Then say it again with feeling,” Steve loudly whispered back.

“Got it.” Bucky sucked in breath which gave you enough time to cover your ears. “HEY! PRETTY GIRL!”

“Jesus Christ, I can hear you guys,” you confirmed, shutting your book. There went your quiet evening. “I guess stealth isn’t your strong suit tonight.”

You shrieked when Bucky suddenly sat beside you, casually throwing an arm over your shoulders. Okay, he was still stealthy, and he looked amazing in his jeans and henley. “There’s my pretty girl. I missed you,” he smiled.

“Um…” You looked around to find Steve, Thor, Sam, Joaquin, and Clint hovering by with expectant looks on their faces. You tried to come up with something witty, but all you said was, “What?”

Bucky chuckled, his cheeks a bit more pink than usual. “My pretty girl is adorable, isn’t she?” he said over his shoulder before looking at you with hearts in his eyes.

You leaned in to get a closer look at him, catching a small whiff of liquor mixed with his cologne. “You’re tipsy,” you said. How was that possible?

“No, I’m Bucky. And you’re pretty,” he smiled, the dreamy look still in his eyes. “Pretty eyes, pretty smile, pretty voice. Even your name’s pretty.”

As happy as you were to hear those things, even as your heart pounded, you looked to the guys for help because Bucky couldn’t be serious. “How?”

“My apologies,” Thor spoke even louder than usual. “I shared some of my Asgardian liquor with Barnes and Rogers and… Well-”

“Bucky hasn’t shut about you,” Sam cut in, rolling his eyes. “‘My girl is the prettiest girl there is.’”

“‘Isn’t my girl brilliant? And so kind!’” Clint mocked.

“‘Her smile just lights up the room’,” Joaquin added.

“Guys, c’mon. It’s sweet,” Steve smiled before he said, “‘I’ll bet her kisses even taste pretty.’”

Heat filled your cheeks. Bucky didn’t deny a thing, so they were telling the truth, weren’t they? “But I’m not-”

The former Winter Soldier placed a hand on your cheek, drawing your attention back to him. “Don’t look at them, pretty girl. Look at me.”

You did, and it made you want to cry. Because you weren’t his girl. He was only saying these things because he was tipsy. “Okay. You had your fun, so why don’t you get some sleep?”

His smile fell away. “No,” he muttered, pulling you into his lap in the blink of an eye and putting his face in your neck. “I’m fine right here.”

His lips against your skin had you shivering, and it wasn’t possible to break from his hold. Being this close felt like a dream, but he was tipsy and you had to be the responsible one. “Um… a little help?” you asked.

“Of course.” Thor stepped forward. “Allow me.”

You smiled at the God of Thunder. “Thanks, I…” You stopped when he draped a blanket over you and Bucky. Where did that even come from? “That wasn’t what I-”

“And some water,” he smiled as Bucky nuzzled your neck with a happy moan. You tried not to let that moan turn you on. You had to be good. “Men, let us take our leave.”

“Behave, jerk,” Steve said as Thor shuffled everyone from the room.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky snarled, nuzzling you again. The lights dimmed, too. It was almost romantic. “Not you, pretty girl. You can say whatever you want.”

You had to laugh. Laughter was better than worrying about what would happen in the morning. “So, I’m your pretty girl?”

“Yep,” he said with a smile. “All mine.”

“Okay, Sarge,” you smiled sadly. “I’m your pretty girl.”

Relaxing in his hold, you could pretend until he was sober that you were.

Love and thanks for participating in Ficlet Friday! ❤️ And this one may be fun to continue.

[empressdede]

The Lyon’s family Christmas

Summary: You lie to your mom and tell her that you have a boyfriend to bring home and begs your best friend Jon to come with you to meet your family.

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: Jimmy x Y/N

A/N: Happy New Year and Happy Holidays; I am so so so so sorry that this is so late but I literally worked the entire holidays so this was the best day for me to release. I hope you guys enjoy!

P.S. Guess who’s officially back? 🙂💙

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As often as this was a reoccurring issue, Y/N don’t know why she expected the conversation to take a different direction unlike the very worn out route her and her mother usually seemed to take.

“Do you remember Trent from church? I’ve heard the younger girls were saying he’s single now, and I was thinking about inviting him to our Christmas party. I think he makes for a nice boy, don’t you?" Her mom asked over the phone. And there it was, the same damn conversation causing Y/N to roll her eyes. Thank God her mother couldn’t see her.

Her mom never knew how to stay out of her business, always going out her way to try and set her up with damn near anybody because she thought it was the most terrifying fact that her daughter was single at 30 and have been for the last three years now.

But Y/N valued her peace more than anything, and all her past relationships have not always bought her peace, just heartache. So she wanted to be very cautious her next go round because she was being very serious when she told everyone she only had one more relationship in her. She just wished her mom understood that.

Y/N let out a sigh, "Mom, I haven’t seen Trent in forever. Do NOT invite that boy over for no foolishness. Plus, he’s really not my type." Y/N expressed which caused her mother her scoff.

"And since fuckin when was Trent not your type? I thought you were trying to get with a good man Y/N?" Her mother questioned.

Exactly.

Y/N let out a huff in annoyance, she knew way more than her mom and knew that Trent was definitely not the way go. But she didn’t know want her mom to think she was trying to push at the conversation so instead of being honest, Y/N does the first thing that comes to mind.

“I didn’t wanna tell you like this but Trent ain’t my type because I have a boyfriend now Ma.”

Y/N’s POV

The silence on the phone made me more nervous, why the fuck would I just say that?

“You got a boyfriend? Since when you found a boyfriend? And why haven’t you said anything about him?” The questions were leaving her mouth like quick fire, barely giving me anytime to answer her. But I did the best I could.

“I didn’t say anything because I wanted to make sure this was something worth bringing up.”

“Mmhmm, and how long you’ve been seeing this guy?” She asked

“Five months now, but we were friends before we started dating. I’ve been trying to take it slow.”

Another beat of silence took over the phone and for a second, I thought she knew I was spewing nothing but bullshit just to get her to shut up.

“Hmm, well baby you ain’t getting no younger. Tell this man I wanna meet him, invite him to the party and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She finally replied, but her response took me aback.

“Wait- mom..”

“Great! I’ll see you guys next weekend, Love you baby.” And with a quickness, she hung up in my face.

I was left amuck, staring at the phone in disbelief because what the fuck did I just do?

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In retrospect, you didn’t really have anyone to ask but him. You weren’t comfortable asking anyone else but your best friend - who has yet to meet anyone in your family, which was perfect.

Who else would’ve agreed to do this for you?

“You want me to what?” He asked, choking on the fried rice he was eating prior.

Okay, so maybe it’s going to take a little bit of convincing.

“Please Jon, you’re the only person I can ask and I feel like we’re close enough; we could definitely pull it off.” You exclaimed, a small smile on your face; trying to be as persuasive as possible.

Jon was not amused, for all he knew this was another one of your tired ass pranks that he refused to fall for.

“So you want me to lie to your mom for Christmas?” he questioned, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Why don’t you just tell her you’re single? I’m sure it won’t be the end of the world.”

You sigh, shoulders sinking in a bit. “She wants to set me up with some guy I haven’t seen in years. You know how I get with guys Jon and she won’t stop until she sees me with someone.”

You turn to fully face him with pleading eyes. “C’mon Jon, I already told them I have a boyfriend, who else am I supposed to ask?”

Jon watched you with careful eyes, silent as if he was thinking it over. You couldn’t help but keep your gaze hopeful as you guts sat in your living room waiting for him to respond.

You knew it was a big favor to ask but you would owe him the world if he could help you get your mom off your back.

The silence that filled the room made goosebumps litter all over your skin and the anxiety that bubbled in your stomach made you want to throw up. Just when you were going to tell him to forget it, Jon cut you off.

“Fine, I’ll go. But if we do this, we need to get our story straight.”

And just like that, the planning began, and for the rest of dinner, the two of you sat and theorized on how their fake love story came into existence:

Two friends who danced around the possibility of what could be till one night Jon stepped up and asked you to dinner and you agreed and you guys have been taking it slow from that night on.

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Two days after that, Jon surprised Y/N with matching pajamas for this impromptu trip.

“What kind of couple would we be without matching PJs?” Jon had asked when he dropped them off.

It made Y/N more appreciative of the effort he seemed to put into it. Of course Jon would play the perfect gentleman like boyfriend, who else would’ve did this for her?

The night before they had to drive six hours to your mother‘s house, you two agreed that Jon spend the night. This instance wasn’t anything new, Jon was your best friend and he slept over before, but something within your dynamic changed.

It was as if they were falling into the role of a loving couple for each other instead of Y/N’s family.

Jon sat on the bed watching Y/N finish applying her night cream, getting ready for bed.

“Is there anyone I should expect to give me a hard time?” Jon asked and you shook your head.

“Honestly, my mom is probably going to push you to marry me.” You joked causing Jon to chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the case, you ready to be stuck with me for life babe?”

The nickname caused butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“Babe?” You questioned and Jon sends you a shy smile.

“You gotta start the habit now. I can’t call you that when I get over there, what if I just randomly call you princess and you get flustered?” He slightly teased, and there was those damn butterflies again.

He was right though, they needed to fall into the role of a devoted couple because how else were they going to make everyone believe they were in love?

You playfully rolled your eyes, and respond back, “what if I call you, baby boy and you get flustered?”

At that, Jonathan laughs and shakes his head at you. “I thought you said you wanted it to be believable?”

“How is that not believable?” You questioned as you walks out of the bathroom and towards him where he sat on the bed.

You cupped Jon’s cheek and talked in a baby tone, “Who wouldn’t think you’re my baby boy?” Cooing softly in a joking manner.

Jon decided he’s had enough of your antics and stood up to tower over you. Your hand falling back to your side as you stare up at him, a small smirk slowly formed on his lips as he stared down at you.

“C’mon now, you really think anyone is going to see us and think you call me anything but Daddy?” He had lowered his tone on purpose, and just like that the playfullness was sucked out of the room.

Your breath hitched at the sound of his voice, taking note of how close you guys actually were. Why did he have to do all that?

You felt your cheeks warm up and you couldn’t be more thankful than you are now that your skin had a darker hue to it - but Jon didn’t need to see it to know that you were flustered because your silence gave it away.

His smirk grows, almost tauntingly as he stared down at you. Maybe he knew what he was doing to you or maybe he didn’t and just got a kick out of this, but you did not appreciate his little game.

“Isn’t that right princess?” Even though you knew that Jon was teasing, you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine.

You squinted your eyes to glare at him, “You’re not funny Jonathan.” You hissed out but he only chuckled at you and shrugged his shoulders.

It was all fun and games until it was his turn.

Just to put the icing on the cake: Jon’s hand lifted up to cup your cheeks, “Say you love being daddy’s baby.” He cooed back causing you to smack your lips and slap his hand away.

Your nerves were still a little rattled as Jon doubled over in laughter.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny; you ready for bed or what? We got a long day ahead of us tomorrow and you’re driving.” You stated, walking past him for bed.

This is going to be the longest four days weekend ever.

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The drive to your childhood home to Orlando FL, wasn’t so bad, three hours into it anyways.

When there was three more hours left to go, you became just a little restless, whining about how cramped your legs were starting to feel.

It went to show how much you really disliked long distant roadtrips.

“You don’t think you can wait another hour? We’re almost there.” Jon tried to negotiate but when he turned to face you and seen the pout on your lips, he let out a tired sigh and looked for the closest exit to stop at the nearest gas station.

You flashed him a cheeky smile, “Who knew you loved me so much?” You teased and he rolled his eyes letting you have this little moment because you guys had three more hours to kill and he’d rather you be in a good mood.

Another pro for stopping at the gas station is the opportunity to restock on snacks. After Jon filled up the tank, you both entered the gas station to look for whatever looked good enough to replenish you guys for the rest of the trip.

You both split ways to look for your favorite road trip snacks: Honey flavored chex mix, gummy worms and sunflower seeds since it was Jon’s preference.

Humming along to the Christmas song playing in the store, you went looking for Jon. Your eyes skimming through the isle looking for the tall idiot until your eyes fall on two figures: a girl laughing and holding herself up on Jon’s arm.

You raised an eyebrow at the scene, the feeling of annoyance swirled around in your stomach.

What the fuck was he doing?

You watched as the girl flash him another smile while fluttering her lashes in a flirting manner, and you couldn’t stop the scoff that left your lips. Your eyes squinted into a glare before an idea flashed in your mind.

It barely fully registered in your mind before you found yourself walking towards the two with the fakest smile on your face, “Babe did you find us some drinks?”

Jon turned to face you, a small smirk on his face cause he had watched you walk up to him.

The jealousy that burned in your eyes was very amusing and very apparent for him to see. If he didn’t know you well enough - he would’ve pushed his limit just a bit to see how far he could take it.

But knowing that they had three hours to kill before reaching Orlando, he’d rather not be in the car with an irritated Y/N, no matter how amusing it was to him.

Little did he know it was a little too late for that.

“Uh.. No, sorry babe. But we could go get it together.” He replied, and without bidding the girl goodbye, he locked arms with you to walk you towards the refrigerated section.

The girl watched with a frown on her face, as you guys walked away from her, and you couldn’t help but turn around to flash her a quick smile - almost taunting her before returning to face Jonathan, with the meanest glare, you could muster.

“I could’ve stayed in the car if you were going to be hot and fresh chasing hoes.” You gritted out once you were out of earshot.

Jon just chuckled softly, shaking his head at you while looking for your favorite drink. “She was just being nice.”

You roll your eyes again, “I’d rather you not insult my intelligence Jon.”

The frown was prominent on your face, and Jon couldn’t help the small smile that seemed almost glued to his face. You were cute he could definitely give you that.

A small chuckle emitted from him again as he walks closer to you to pull you into a hug. “You’re absolutely right princess, Daddy’s sorry.” He cooed, causing you to tense in his arms.

“Jon.” You grit out in a warning tone but he completely disregarded you. He lifted his left hand to tilt your head up to face him, and suddenly the air shifted between the two of you like it did back at your house.

“Jon.” You whispered out this time and he still chose to ignore you, his eyes flickering to your lips instead causing your breath to hitch.

“Jonathan.” You repeated, almost pleading with him and his eyes slowly traced up your face to lock eyes with you.

“You forgive me?” He rasps out; goosebumps littered all over your skin at the deepness of his voice.

“Y/N,” He muttered and you hummed to let him know you heard him. “Do. You. Forgive. Me?”

What in the world were you mad about again?

“Yeah.” You breathed out, hoping Jon with snap out of it, but he still didn’t let go of your chin.

“Good.” Was the only thing he stated before closing the gap between you guys. His lips pressed against yours and just for a second you both forget that this was supposed to be an act.

The butterflies that erupted in both of your stomach’s made the moment even more real for you guys. Your lips locked in a slow kiss, Jon’s hand slid down from your chin to grip behind your neck to keep you in place in deepen the kiss, just a little.

Your heartbeat filled your eardrums as blood rushed to your cheeks. When Jon finally pulled away, he seen how flushed you were, despite your darker skin tone.

He flashed you a small smile, “Was that okay?”

You nodded your head to assure him that it was more than okay. After the two of you finished up buying your snacks, you got in the car with childish grins and giggles slipping through your lips, both of you now in a way better mood than you were not less than 10 minutes ago.

You couldn’t help but secretly thank your mom for the invite to your family Christmas party because you don’t think you would’ve been here otherwise; and even though you’re pretty sure there is a conversation that needs to be had, maybe there was something to finally look forward to this holiday season.

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Lmao this was lowkey eh, but I did my bestest😭🫶🏾 Thank you to those who like and read it!

As always please, like, comment and reblog if you feel like and lemme know how you feel.

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Sterek Fic Rec - 2024

Guess who's backkkkk??? Ok so I know that I am late but only by like 4 days? So not too bad. Anyway! Welcome to Prince's 2024 Fic Rec List! I am now aiming to do a list every year (and more if we are lucky but let's not promise that hehe). As always here are my top 10 fics I read and a special bonus mention !

Perfect Star That Hid by thebigoblin (1/1 | 1K | Teen)

He turns his hand— It’s not bare, anymore. His wrist — it has a name. His soulmate’s name. He stares. And stares and stares because what the hell. This has to be a joke, right?

Last Christmas (I gave you my heart) by jadore_hale (1/1 | 4K | Teen)

“W-what is this?” Derek couldn’t even begin to get his mind around this current situation. “My Christmas gift to you, nephew.” Peter pushed the guy towards him, and Derek hastened to catch him before he fell face first on the floor. “I’d like you to meet your soul mate.” *** Derek's uncle Peter decides to get a little more creative this Christmas by finding Derek's soulmate and stuffing him in a box with a pretty bow on top.

Stiles Stilinski, Magical PI by suzvoy (1/1 | 21K | Mature)

Stiles is a Private Investigator, only not really. He's also magical, but only close up. One thing he's really good at is lusting over people from afar, which is why it's a problem when Laura Hale hires him to help her brother.

Wanted and Wounded by RoxyRosee (3/3 | 12K | Explicit)

Derek can't seem to get off. It's been days with no luck, and he's constantly on edge. But then pack night rolls around, and when Stiles falls into him as he goes to sit down on the couch, Derek is suddenly coming, right where he sits. Turns out, Stiles is his mate. And among a whole slew of embarrassing side effects to this whole "mate" thing is the fact that Derek will never again be able to have an orgasm without Stiles by his side. So yeah, Derek's life kind of sucks right now.

Welcome to the Jingle by Jmeelee (1/1 | 1K | Mature)

Derek could admit—only to himself, of course, never out loud—that he was a little desperate to make new holiday traditions with his (officially all adults now thank god) pack. But his ideas had run more along the lines of a cozy take-out dinner at his new apartment, an ugly sweater or white elephant party, or maybe volunteering at the local soup kitchen. It had not involved spending Christmas Eve at Jungle.

Hey Dad, Derek Hale Is In My Room. Bring Your Gun. by fairytalesandfolklore (1/1 | 767 | Teen)

Being the Sheriff's kid is hard enough. Having a seemingly over-protective father who's more concerned about your bad influence than your ex-murder-suspect werewolf boyfriend is so much worse.

"The point is, I'm an adult," he amends, heaving a weary sigh as he attempts to salvage whatever is left of his dignity. "I can make my own decisions, and I choose Derek. He makes me happy. He's a good guy. He treats me well. He looks out for me, keeps me safe. He's responsible and respectful and a complete gentleman, and I really think that if you just got to know him a little better, you'd really—" The Sheriff holds up a hand, effectively cutting Stiles off mid-ramble. "I like Derek just fine," he says, and the smile that spreads across his face is warm and genuine. "You do?" Stiles falters, completely thrown. "Wait, so then why—" The Sheriff's fond smile turns to one of wry amusement. "It's you I don't trust, Stiles," he says around a hearty chuckle. "I've raised you for 18 years, I know exactly what kind of mischief you're capable of. Wouldn't want you dragging that nice, respectable boy into any trouble."

The Hoodie by PersePhonesDreams (1/1 | 1K | General)

Stiles didn’t mean to keep Derek’s hoodie—really, he didn’t. But the oversized, ridiculously soft thing quickly became his favorite comfort item, a piece of Derek he couldn’t quite let go of. It’s not like Derek would notice anyway... right? When Derek unexpectedly shows up at Stiles’ window one quiet night, Stiles’ not-so-secret attachment to the hoodie is exposed, leading to a conversation that changes everything. Cue awkward confessions, teasing smiles, and the realization that maybe Derek doesn’t mind Stiles keeping more than just his hoodie.

Over the Hedge(witch) by rororowyourboat (1/1 | 7K | Teen)

Derek moves into a new house with Laura and he is flustered by the hot gardener next door who is always just slightly dirty.

And When I Wake You're There I'm Saved by suchfun (1/1 | 14K | Teen)

"Derek," Stiles says, firm. His hand is warm on Derek's shoulder. "I'll be okay." "You didn't leave me," Derek argues. "How can you expect me to leave you?" Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh my god, it'll be fine. Even if I am captured, I'm just a boring human. They wanted you for your Lycan blood." Derek crosses his arms. Mainly so he doesn't wrap his hands around Stiles' throat in an attempt to throttle some sense into him. "That's fine. But this isn't a time when being a boring human is an asset. This is a time when being a boring human results in a shot to the head." "Derek," Stiles says again. He steps closer, so Derek is surrounded in his scent, his chemosignals—namely unwavering, resolute determination, distinctively sharp and entirely unbreakable—clouding Derek's mind. "You'll come back for me." He sounds so sure, and he can tell the exact moment Derek gives in. Because Derek somehow always gives in to Stiles. "I'll come back for you," he confirms. "And you better not be dead." Stiles grins, eyes sparkling with far too much humour for someone who potentially just sacrificed himself for a surly Lycan and bunch of strangers. "You do say the sweetest things."

Remember What's Lost by AMatchInWater (1/1 | 7K | Explicit)

Wild Hunt AU, Stiles gets taken and Derek instantly knows something is wrong with his memory, but just doesn't know what until Lydia calls him, begging for his help to get Stiles back because she thinks they have the strongest connection. When Derek saves Stiles he stops at nothing to finally get what's his.

princecharmingwinks special mention (this fic has a heck of a lot of emotions and when Derek fell to his knees, my heart broke. you gotta read it to find out why! don't worry I will never read or rec unhappy endings)

Horizons into Battlegrounds by AClosedFicIsNeverRead (1/1 | 15K | Explicit)

Derek has always kept his distance from Stiles, refusing to act on his instinctive desire for the pale, doe-eyed human. But at what cost? When circumstances reveal the horrors that Stiles has suffered due to Derek's self-imposed distance, will the Alpha be able to make it right before it's too late? ______________________________________________________ “Who are you to the pack?” the hunter asked. “I’m nobody.” Stiles answered plainly. And a harsh chill ran through Derek’s body. His breath caught in his throat because… because Stiles’ heart… it had remained steady. Stiles… actually believed that. Believed that he was ‘nobody.’ How could Stiles believe that?

That is all for 2024 my friends! Please remember to give kudos and leave comments for all our amazing Sterek writers. I know I'd be lost without you all. Thank you!

[miamooooo]

imagine josh with a reader obsessed with giving oral 😋😋 god if i could i'd have my mouth on him constantly

kissing and biting at his neck? oh yeah licking down his happy trail? ofc sucking on his cock? yes please 🫠

real asfff, i need that man badly!!!

he's literally in heaven helloooo??? josh wouldn't mind a reader with an oral fixation one bit. he's a chill guy on the surface but he's just as horny as you trust.

(warnings): nsfw, blowjob, oral fixation

josh would love to have a partner like that! it's innocent things at first. he likes when you innocently kiss his neck, lick his cheek when he's distracted, nibble on his bottom lip when you're kissing, or playfully bite his arm out of the blue. he thinks it's the cutest thing ever. but it would definitely turn into something much dirtier, too. if you guys are out with friends, and he starts looking a little too yummy, you start getting touchy with him. he knows exactly where it's leading. you're already giving him those pleading eyes, grabbing his hand and leading him to the nearest bathroom or secluded area to give him the sloppiest head ever. if you guys are just in bed cuddling you're obviously getting distracted by the way his shirt rides up his stomach, revealing that yummy happy trail that leads to what's in his pants and you can't help but feel like you need to have his cock right then and there. josh knows it when you're leaning closer into him, tongue flicking out to trace over his jaw before going lower to kiss and bite at his neck. and he's letting out a quiet laugh, but he's tilting his head anyway so you can have all the access you want. "someone's getting bold, huh?" and before you both know it, you're in between his legs, pulling his pants down as your tongue follows the line of hair that leads to his pubic area, purposely leaving a wet trail of saliva that has josh mumbling a breathy "jesus, babe.." josh doesn't understand your obsession with his happy trail, but it made him sooo fucking hard watching the way you fixated on it, leaving your mark to show how much you appreciated it. he thinks it's so hot. he's already hard and leaking when you're stroking his cock and it has your mouth watering. you're whispering about how much you love it, quietly praising him, and he's only watching, cock throbbing and bottom lip caught in between his teeth as he watches you take him in your mouth inch by inch. yes josh knows you're obsessed and he uses that to his advantage! so he makes sure to let you know how good you're making him feel. he'll moan and whimper as he watches your lips wrap tightly around his cock, hand gripping your hair as he bucks his hips softly down your throat. and he's cumming sooo fucking hard when you pull your head back to lap at the underside of his cock with your tongue. he's groaning out and his hips are wildly jerking as he makes a mess everywhere. in conclusion, josh is all in for it. if anything he encourages that shit. if he could, he would have your mouth on him all day.

[antinousletmehit]

hii, could I ask for something about Hermes being silly and playful with Reader? If possible, could it be something romantic and sweet? Thank you!

୨୧┇Pairing: Hermes x reader

୨୧┇Note: I hope you enjoy!! I don’t really know how to write for Hermes but he’s quite popular in my inbox.

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The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the skies of Mount Olympus with hues of orange and pink. You were lounging on the steps of Hermes’ temple, waiting for him to finish one of his endless errands. The winged god was always flying here and there, delivering messages, playing tricks, or just causing general chaos.

“Finally!” you exclaimed when you saw him zip toward you, the little wings on his sandals fluttering furiously. He landed with a dramatic flourish, arms spread wide.

“Did you miss me darling?” Hermes asked, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

“Maybe. But I definitely didn’t miss the noise your sandals make,” you teased, leaning back on your hands.

Hermes gasped, clutching his chest as though you’d mortally wounded him. “You wound me, my dear! These sandals are iconic. Legendary! A gift from the gods themselves!”

“Uh-huh, and yet they sound like a flock of angry pigeons” you shot back with a smirk.

He dropped down beside you, his grin softening. “You know, if anyone else said that, I’d have to prank them into oblivion. But you… you get a pass.”

“How lucky for me,” you replied, rolling your eyes. Hermes leaned closer, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, you’re more than lucky. You’ve caught the attention of the god of wit, charm, and devilish good looks. Some might say you’re blessed.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Blessed? Sounds more like a curse with how much trouble you bring.”

“Oh, really?” he challenged, standing up abruptly. Before you could protest, he scooped you up in one swift motion, cradling you in his arms.

“Hermes!” you shrieked, laughing as he spun you around.

“Let’s see how much trouble I can really cause!” he declared, taking off into the air. The wind rushed past as he carried you effortlessly, his laughter ringing in your ears. “Put me down!” you cried, but your laughter betrayed you. “Say you missed me first,” he teased, holding you tighter as he flew through the air. “Fine, I missed you! Now put me down before I throw up on your legendary sandals!”

Hermes chuckles before quickly gliding down “There. Happy now?” he asked, his voice softer than before. You looked up at him, your heart still racing from the ride and the way he was gazing at you. “I guess I am… as long as you don’t take off like that again.”

“No promises,” he said, but his grin was tender now, more sincere. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers warm against your skin. “You know, you’re the only person who makes me want to slow down. To just… stay in one place for a while.” Your cheeks flushed, and you swatted his chest lightly. “That’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Well, don’t get used to it,” Hermes teased, though the way he leaned in and pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead told you otherwise.

For a moment, the god of mischief was quiet, the world around you still. And for once, you didn’t mind waiting for him to come back. In his arms was exactly where you wanted to be.

[gerec]

Gerec’s Favorite Fics - 2024

A couple days late but here’s a list of some of my favorite 2024 fics. A great big thanks to everyone still writing for this fandom (or newly writing for it!); I know I’m very grateful to have all these amazing stories to read and to share!

CHERIK FICS

Standing Invitation by smilebackwards

Erik has two standing invitations in his life. One is to the maximum security wing of Rikers Island prison. The other is to Sunday tea with Charles Xavier.

Strange Bodies, Strange Minds by populuxe

He wiggles a set of sturdy, blunt fingers that he unfortunately knows all too well, and then he raises his other hand and wiggles those sturdy, blunt fingers, too. They’re his hands—he’s making them move, and he can feel them moving—but they’re obviously not his hands.

“For God’s sake, Erik,” his doppelgänger snaps. He points to the mirror above the fireplace. “Stand up and properly look.”

A few weeks into their mutant-collecting road trip, Charles and Erik approach a boy with a very special mutation—who subsequently turns his abilities on them. Trapped in each others’ bodies (and saddled with each others’ powers), it seems like an inconvenience at first, but it will have consequences neither of them could have predicted.

Rapprochement by populuxe

“Hank peered at the newspaper over his shoulder and said haltingly, ‘Do you think…Erik might be trying to send a message…to you specifically?’”

When Charles stands Erik up for their annual winter holiday getaway, Erik spends the following twelve months expressing his displeasure in increasingly creative ways. With this year’s winter break approaching, Charles makes plans to head to the cabin alone—or without contacting Erik in advance, anyway...

Is It Casual Now? by niniblack

Charles hasn’t seen his ex-boyfriend Erik since the latter went to an Imperial prison six years ago, and he’s just fine with that, but a hookup job gone bad on a rain drenched planet has Raven calling in the only person they know who can talk down the criminal syndicate currently after them: that very same ex-boyfriend, Erik.

Erik’s not that happy to see him either.

It's Not Too Bed by Aurrus

The room is tiny – which is good, because at least it’s blessedly warm, which he didn’t dare hope for, considering their luck, but it’s also tiny enough that there’s only enough space for a rickety side table, a small desk, a chair and a coat rack.

And a bed, of course. Only—

“There’s only one bed,” Erik points out needlessly.

things have changed for me by joshriku

It's not easy for Erik to juggle a divorce and burnout from his current job. Luckily, he's made up his mind - he'll quit this job, move out on his own, and find his way from there. It's totally not a mid-life crisis.

Luckily, Charles is there to help.

Despair is for the Living by jeriais

This curse is devouring him from the inside and he's afraid of what he'll be left with when it finally consumes him.

 Or, an angsty vampire AU in which everything changes.

all the soarings of your mind by ikeracity

From the PDM III, the Psionic Diagnostician Manual: 297.3 PSYCHIC BLEED

Diagnostic Features The essential feature of Psychic Bleed is an abnormal, involuntary transfer of feelings, thoughts, experiences, and preferences in a close relationship involving at least one psychic partner (Criterion A) following prolonged mind-to-mind to contact. The psychic partner, sometimes termed the "instigator" or "source case," is unable to prevent this transfer from occurring through traditional psionic defenses such as shielding, empathetic defense, or astral distancing (Criterion B). The transfer is not better accounted for by another psychic disorder (e.g. Latent Psychic Manifestation Syndrome) or individual mutations of either the source case or the receptive case (Criterion C). See below for diagnostic criteria.

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Erik likes his psychic therapist—maybe too much. Is sharing his therapist's cravings and impulses a... known side effect?

The Boy Raised in Fire (The Boy with the Sigil Tattoo Remix) by jeriais

Erik Lehnsherr is on a mission to kill his creator, the man who raised him to be the living weapon that he is. He has a plan and will suffer no distractions, that is, until a handsome stranger gets in his way.

On compromise and lasting peace by brawlingdiscontent

The morning of their wedding, the king of Genosha and his soon-to-be consort reflect, separately, on what’s to come.

magnetic attraction by brawlingdiscontent

Charles may be an online dating novice, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to fall for a catfish

The (e)X: Men and Other Issues by larkdily

Erik’s writing is just like Erik himself — strong, vibrant, and always captivating to Charles, despite his better judgment.

or: It's senior year of college. After a publishing mishap of epic proportions, Charles and Erik - bitter exes and uni literary rivals - are drawn reluctantly back into each other's orbits.

The Shears by Isolee (WIP) It's been fifteen years since he last looked at Erik, the house, and all his mistakes. Thirty-year-old academic, he thinks, orphan, now, and starving, too. His mother is dead, and nothing has changed, except he forgets what he likes for breakfast. And Erik looks at him like - like he doesn't understand the language Charles is speaking. Like he has to strain a bit to make sense of the man in front of him.

With the pruning, a branch is stronger; you will learn to love the shears.

out of my league by roachvibes (WIP)

Charles Xavier leads an extraordinary career in professional soccer until an injury leaves him with no choice but to retire into coaching. When he unexpectedly encounters his ex-husband at a national football conference, the two are forced to reconcile their differences on human-mutant coexistence—and parenting.

Best Laid Plans by InterstellarClark (WIP)

Alpha Erik is tired of waiting for the right person to settle down with, he’s ready to be a father and have a family again. Omega Charles has lost everything, his inheritance, his job at Columbia, and needs a next step. Both of them turn to Stark Surrogacy, hoping they can find a future.

Inevitably Yours by vvividlyy (WIP)

Times like this, Charles wishes Raven hadn’t told him to stay out of her head years ago. Well, he wishes that all the time, but it would be really especially handy for situations like trying to figure out exactly how upset she was about her breakup with no particular person for no particular reason.

Or:

Sometimes the man of your dreams meets your sister first.

XAVIERINE, CHERIGAN & OTHER PAIRINGS

burning gin by kremas

Logan clenches his jaw. He takes one last drag of his cigar, and Charles watches nervously, his heart beating rampantly in his chest, anticipating rejection.

Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no.

Logan slowly blows the smoke out of his mouth, the cloud trickling out and down, dissipating just before it can reach Charles’ face.

He shakes his head, briefly shutting his eyes.

“God, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Magneto.”

Or, after Erik leaves him, again, Charles just needs to feel something. Logan can help.

The Deal We're Making by arcapelago (arcanewinter)

After Logan resumes control of his own body after his future self supposedly took it over for a few days, he eventually settles down on the grounds of the Xavier School for Whatever it was, mainly due to the attentions of its headmaster.

But a few years into this unusually stable living arrangement, a new student with a unique ability causes Logan to forfeit his body a second time--and find himself in a different one.

It gets worse from there.

Return (the orbital period remix) by arcapelago (arcanewinter) 

Midway through August, Logan comes home.

The whole ride, all four hundred miles of it, he refuses to call it that. But as he parks his motorcycle in the garage in the same place it was a month ago and extinguishes his cigar on his forearm, he's not sure what else to call it.

Surrender, maybe.

A Type by Groot_the_tree

“You certainly have a type, Charles,” Erik had said one day and, at the time, Charles wasn’t sure he understood what Erik was referring to. Now though, it was becoming more and more clear that Erik had, for once, been right. - Charles slowly realizes that Erik and Logan are more alike than he first thought. And it just took them dating to find out.

Metal Man and the Magnet by Groot_the_tree

“You know that thing you and the professor do?” Logan asked, sitting on the couch pushed against the wall.

“You’re going to need to be more specific than that,” Erik said, “Charles and I do a lot of stuff together.”

“In the bedroom,” Logan added which, okay, narrowed the list down to some extent but it was still rather large. “With control and his powers? Where he takes over things.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with the concept. Why?” He asked.

There was a brief pause before Logan asked, “Do ya think me and you could do somethin’ like that? With the adamantium in me and your powers?”

Promises by Mataolma

Mafia AU. Erik is the right-hand man of mob boss Sebastian Shaw. Fed up with life at the man's side, Erik plots his escape, but not knowing that this decision will lead him to lose something very important.

[gallusgalluss]

please unleash your inspekta thoughts

your art is amazing i cant stop looking at it

i hope you have a happy new year!!

happy new year anon n thank you :]!!!!

also ur so evil ur letting me unleash my Inspekta thoughts,,,,how cruel how cruel

im going full yapper mode + there's spoilers so Watch Out

I like Inspekta, he's a little freak and a really interesting character to think about. While, for me, the twist with him wasn't totally a surprise (I did Not trust his cuteness the second i saw him lmao), I REALLY liked the way his character progressed throughout the game. He's your buddy! He's your pal! Don't worry about all these posters and weird plushies and standees and propaganda of him everywhere and how he keeps being called “the one and only god”, it's Fine it's Fine! He's sillay :D!!!

I'm generally just obsessed with characters who are put into leadership positions who absolutely Should Not have that amount of power over people, and I think Inspekta's a perfect example of that type of thing for me.

He had his own fears, loneliness, and jealousy cloud his judgment and that resulted in some Really Fucked Up Stuff. As a mortal he wanted to be special in the eyes of the public, so he gained enough popularity to get elected to be a god! Yay! But now he's scared of being forgotten and there's a new possible god being elected, wuh oh! Time to ruin Literally Everything because what's the easiest way to be remembered, worshiped, and loved by all if there's no more competition for your rule? Empty heavens, baby!!! Let's bring in an apocalypse!!! Yay!!!!!

Bro's fucked up and I like that.

I love how despite it all he still tries this whole Cute Buddy Friend act, even at the end with this Worm Form. Cause he KNOWS the other gods would trust and believe him and the lies he's spread about King's shocking letters, cause why wouldn't they? He's just a silly lil cutie pie! They all trust him! He's the God of Leadership! How could a Leader lead others astray? And he knows the Bizzyboys will follow him as well since he's been leading them pre-godhood for several years. He's a role model to them all, starting from nothing and now he's a god! He's just so trustworthy and sweet and will totally save the day!

Also I just wanted to include this somewhere. I really like this section (after Chapter 3, I think???)

He has this brief moment of vulnerability/sincerity/something that made him drop his “Cutesy Voice”. Like aside from this scene, near the end of chapter 5, and i Think a few parts i'm 100% forgetting, I don't think we actually see this more contemplative n genuine side of Inspekta.

He does instantly goes into gloating about himself and how he's Clearly the MOST IMPORTANT GOD OF ALL (before correcting himself to include the other gods, of course, of course).

Like if he didn't have that Ego-the-size-of-the-galaxy + Saddest Scaredest Loneliest Most Jealous Withdrawn Loser combo, all he had to do was to just Talk To People. He could've Talked to people about his Fears and Insecurities. Even the other gods; after all he's done, were still there for him! Like “Hey dude this is fucked up, we all already love you dummy, you can talk to us ya know you're allowed to feel scared!”

He's just the cutest most moe creature with soooo many issues and problems he needed to figure out.

NOW WITH HECTOR

Most of my Inspekta Thoughts can just be applied to him but slightly modified. I think it's interesting how he chose to go back to being a regular person, it makes sense cause he's like Aware of the amount of damage he's done/could've done. While he certainly won't be forgotten after Everything he's done, he isn't going to be as Grand and Powerful as he wished to be.

He's just a guy in his 50s who's trying to get over his God Complex of 33 years and also attempt to gain back the trust and respect of the Grove’s people. He's definitely going to be bearing the weight of what he's done for the rest of his life probably, but it IS interesting thinking about what he'd do to actually improve himself now, learn how to be a person again n such.

He’s also a sad miserable booboo beast of a man and i think him suffering in anguish is awesome!!!!!!! yay!!!!

This turned into more a character analysis of some sorts instead of solely my own personal thoughts, whoops. Anyways i think his designs, all 3 of em are really fun to draw. He's cute n stretchy and marketable, as all gods should be.

so ya basically inspekta/hector sucks, i hate him, and we should kill him with hammers. now. thank you 💖💖💖

[alaskan-wallflower]

Sickfic Prompts (I’m in the mood)

Dialogue

Caretaker

“You’re burning up…”

”Are you okay? You don’t look too well.”

”That didn’t sound good.”

”Are you going to be sick?”

”You’re all sweaty, do you feel sick?”

”Shit, shit, shit, you’re okay, it’s okay…”

”Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

”Dont lie to me, [name], I can tell when you’re not feeling well.”

”Do you think you can eat/drink something?”

”Its okay, let it out…”

”We need to call an ambulance.”

”I’m taking you to the doctor.”

”If you try to leave this bed I won’t speak to you for a week.”

”[insert food{ isn’t agreeing with you?”

”Do we need to move to the bathroom?”

”Do you need a bucket/trash can?”

”Your stomach doesn’t sound too happy.”

”I told you not to play outside without a jacket!”

”You probably regret eating so much/that, huh?”

”How long has [jnsert body part] been bothering you?”

Sickie

“Please don’t touch there…”

“Bucket—bucket, please—“

”My throat feels like I’ve gargled glass…”

”I feel like I’m going to pass out…”

”You don’t have to waste your time on me.”

“Don’t get too close, we don’t need you getting sick too.”

”I’ve gotta go to school/work! I can’t waste my time in bed!”

“Oh god, I shouldn’t have eaten that…”

”Can you please turn out the light? My head’s killing me.”

”Please don’t leave me…”

“Please don’t tell [insert name]…”

”God damnit, when will this end?!”

“Please don’t take me to the doctor!”

”Its probably just a cold, I’ll be fine…”

”I don’t know if I can stomach anything…”

”Leave me alone! Please!”

”I knew I was going to regret that later…”

”I get it, I’m an idiot. I don’t need you berating me…”

”You’re going to regret cuddling me when you catch this too…”

”Ambulance. Call an ambulance.”

Actions

Caretaker

Feeling a sickie’s swollen lymph nodes

Rubbing a sickie’s stomach to ease the pain

Holding back sickie’s hair while they vomit

Kissing sickie’s forehead after they vomit

Making sickie’s favorite sick food

Tucking sickie into bed

Rubbing sickie’s back as they fall asleep

Helping sickie walk around

Holding sickie’s hand at the doctor’s

Carrying sickie to their room

Bringing sickie homemade get better gifts

Driving sickie to the hospital

Spoon feeding sickie

Catching sickie as they pass out

Helping sickie clean up after throwing up

Rubbing sickie’s stomach/back as they throw up

Feeling sickie’s heart

Snuggling sickie despite the risk

Massaging sickie’s aches and sores

Visiting/leaving sickie in the hospital

Sickie

Sipping on ginger ale/soda to help them burp

Crying from the pain

Swallowing down nausea and vomit

Sickly hiccups/burps

Pushing caretaker away so they don’t get sick too

Whining is the only form of communication

Delirious talking/asking for things

Burrowing themselves in blankets

Passing out

Working too hard despite the sickness

Crying for caretaker

Fever dreams/nightmares

Rubbing their own aching body parts

Not being able to make it to a trash can

Shaking/shivering

Falling/tripping from delirium

Having to sit down because of dizziness

Asking for their favorite sick food

Begging caretaker to stay/to snuggle them

Forcing themselves to eat/drink so they look fine

[sakuraswifee]

Mike contradicts himself during the entire "confession" and it honestly makes me laugh.

Okay so, I know there's probably a lot of posts that talk about this already, but I reallyyyy needed to yap.

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Once I came across a Mileven stan claiming that saying that Mike was lying during the confession scene is, apparently, an insult to Finn's acting (doesn't even make sense cause you can tell Mike isn't being honest BECAUSE of what he SAYS, not because Finn is "acting like he's lying").

So, if you ever see this (since you turned off the comments on that post), here is why Mike lied or contradicted himself or however you please to call it:

Monologue: "I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods"

The same day, he thought of a plan to send her back from where she came from.

Monologue: "And I knew somehow then, in that moment, that I loved you"

The first thing that comes out of his mouth the moment he sees her is "That's not Will". After that he tries to send her back from where she came from, then takes interest in her after finding out she has powers and knows something about where Will is.

Monologue: "I love you on your good days and your bad days"

On her bad day, when she got bullied and hit Angela, Mike gets paralleled to Dr. Brenner ("El what did you!?") Her ABUSER. Then, he makes snarky comments during dinner. I see Micheal, I see.

Monologue: "I love you with your powers and without, bla bla some shit about moving mountains"

It's genuinely hilarious how this season not only has she shown discomfort about being seen as a superhero, only being defined by her powers, BUT SHE TOLD HIM. (The short letter that is given to Mike after they take her, where she says she's back to being a superhero..). So, who in the right mind thinks she was happy to hear him talk about her powers ONLY, but not even about her qualities?? Her kindness, her courage...for God's sake!

What's also hilarious to me is how people say that HIS WORDS are what gave her the strength to fight, "Love saved Hawkins!!" Yeah right😭

El sure looks happy in those scenes, not to mention how the vines tighten around her neck while he speaks!!

Then, won't you know it, flashbacks of El and MAX's friendship show on screen, only after El is able to free herself.

To finish off, El is clearly not happy with him after the monologue, which is strange, since he finally said what she wanted to hear "I love you!".

However, El is not stupid, she can tell when he's lying and it's not like she couldn't hear Will telling Mike "he's the heart", my girl can tell that is weird for her bf to need the support of his completely platonic buddy to say how he's feeling.

Hope I kept you entertained and excuse possible mistakes, english is not my first language💪 can't wait for Mileven's break up and the rise of platonic Elmike.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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Thank you!

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 “Me too.”

Then they both stop. Think. There’s a long moment where Shannon is sure they are coming to the same conclusion.

“If we…” Eddie starts. “If, god forbid, we both…”

“The kids would go to your parents,” Shannon nods along. “Unless…”

“Unless,” Eddie agrees. 

“I think… I think we owe them that,” Shannon says. “I don’t want them growing up in El Paso, with… With shame.” 

Eddie nods. “I don’t want that for them either. I want… I want someone who will just… Just love them. Fight for them, the way they are.”

Shannon nods. “Exactly.”

“Okay,” Eddie nods. “Okay? See. There’s a plan. I can call my lawyer, set up an appointment to change-”

“Whoa,” Shannon shakes her head, cutting him off. “We can’t just do it.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, confused. “Why not?”

“Are you crazy? We have to ask him, Eddie.”

“He’s just gonna say yes,” Eddie says. “No way he turns them away if we’re dead. Not only does he love them, but they’ll be orphans. It’s Buck."

“Well, I know that,” Shannon sighs. “Have you not learned anything from our marital failure? I swear. You can’t just make life changing decisions without consulting people.”

Eddie flushes red. 

“Fine. We’ll talk to him.”

ii.

Buck is a little concerned when Shannon and Eddie invite him over to talk. Together. 

Okay, honestly, he’s terrified.

Buck isn’t a dummy. He’s got it figured out. He knows why they want to talk to him.  

Obviously, Eddie and Shannon are back together. 

Buck gets it. He’s not upset. Actually, he’s happy for them. They love each other. That much is so clear. And that was always on the table, right? Eddie has always been transparent about that. He wants Shannon back. He never wanted to break up in the first place. Either time. 

And, thinking completely outside himself, this is best for Christopher and Jane, too. A family unit. Right? Well, he doesn’t know actually. HIs family unit sucked, growing up. But for Chris and Jane, he thinks this is good. 

The only real concern on his mind is himself. 

What if they changed their mind? What if the best thing for them is to remove Buck from the picture? 

He’ll understand, is the thing. He will. When he and Eddie got together, despite what they both assured him, Buck knew this was a possibility. One he had to take seriously. A risk he had to weigh. They might break his heart.  

So, yeah. Buck is nervous. He’s apprehensive.

[gloriousburden]

What's the most untrue and ridiculous Loki take you've ever heard?

As of recent events, as well as not so recent events… that Loki is not at all evil/that he cannot have aspects of evil, because he is a victim of abuse. It’s a bad way to view not only fictional characters, but real life people as well in all honesty. I don’t fuck with that sort of rhetoric of viewing people as inherently innocent in EVERY single act that they commit just because they are a victim of abuse. Acknowledging that victims of abuse can do wrong is not taking away from the abuse that they faced. Some dumbass shit.

Loki’s reserved behavior automatically equals that he’s hiding every aspect of who he is because he hates himself. He can only be happy if he’s bouncing off the walls. 🤦🏻‍♀️

One of the most annoying ones for me is always going to be that Tumblr post that said Loki is 17 years old because a bunch of people started taking that seriously. HE IS PLAYED BY A MAN WHO WAS PUSHING 30. It’s a dumbass way to view fictional ages. People do this with Mipha from the Legend of Zelda too. She’s 100+ years old, but is technically an older teenager/young adult, because that’s how her species ages. We can accept bird people, enemy mobs as a whole, and a talking tree, but not the fact that a fictional race of FISH PEOPLE age differently from Hylians/other Zelda species, and have different standards of age in their culture. THAT’S what’s unlikely to them lol.

That he would prefer Laufeyson as a last name. I understand why some people think that it’ll help separate him from Odin, but in all honesty… it may be even worse. It’s tied to his background, which he hates. And he has no love for Laufey. It “others” him even more. He is Loki of Asgard. “Laufey’s Son?” He hated that.

I think this one’s a bit biased due to being an enjoyer of historical accuracy, but people HCing Loki as easily loving VERY modern Midgardian things (that don’t have any sort of familiarity to him) irks me. His ass would NOT love artificial sweeteners as soon as he is straight out of Asgard!!! Maybe he will in the unforeseeable future who knows. BUT NOT RIGHT NOW GIVE HIM TIME! Oh and obviously people treating Loki as a modern Midgardian and not as an ancient god. Let him be weirded out/bewildered by modern concepts please it’s fun!

Shit I’ve heard a whole LOT of worse ones why can’t I think… obviously, any takes that justify the series. Any takes that justify mischaracterizing Loki.

I do really dislike the fanon impression of Thor 1 Loki being an innocent baby. Not innocent as in his actions, but as in his amount of intelligence. He obviously was done very wrong and was a victim, but why do we have to act like he was a naive character in every single aspect? He gets woobified REALLY badly which sucks because Thor 1 Loki is so interesting. He’s intelligent and he didn’t just become intelligent because he was wronged.

Erm… I’m really trying to think here…

Honestly, takes that take away from Loki’s actions. Or any takes that HEAVILY blame him. Obviously, any takes from casual MCU fans who love the series and try to justify how the variant was mocked and belittled 🤢 any takes on OG Loki that use the series as a source.

Yeah there’s definitely a whole lot of worse ones i could go for hours about series related shit but..

I’ll come back to this if I think of anything.

Thank you for the asks they make me think a lot and I appreciate that LOL you’re cool

[maruadersera]

“family line” by conan gray represents the black brothers entirely. let me elaborate.

scattered ‘cross my family line, i’m so good at telling lies

they both became so good at hiding their emotions from their parents and others, it just manifested in a different way for each of them. sirius became more brash and outspoken, playing himself off as a boisterous person who was always happy and making jokes, but was hurting. regulus became closed off and sequestered himself to the ideals and influences of those around him, but in the end still fooled those around him because he became so good at lying.

god, I have my father's eyes, but my sister's when I cry

this but esp w/ trans reg hc. sirius never really getting a chance to know regulus. both of them hating what they see in the mirror because as much as they try to remove themselves from their family they share physical similarities that aren’t easily changed. sirius can grow his hair, but he’ll always have his fathers eyes. regulus can try to adjust his mannerisms, but he’ll always have his mothers high cheekbones. when they see themselves in the mirror on a particularly bad day it’s all they can see and it just makes everything worse.

i was a kid but i wasn’t clueless, someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

self-explanatory. they were only kids when they were being put through literal hell, having unforgivables used against them and food withheld when they were less than perfect. it’s so normalized for them that when they get to school and talk about it like it’s the most normal thing in the world, everyone else is like “what the fuck?” and they’re like. oh. wait. this isn’t normal.

i can’t forget i can’t forgive, ‘cause now i’m scared that everyone i love will leave me

sirius found that love and security in remus as a lover and james as a brother, but regulus never didn’t have that security after sirius left.

might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same

regulus feeling resentment towards sirius for leaving and sirius feeling resentment towards regulus for staying and conforming to their parents. they might look very similar and have the black family name, but their upbringing’s and places in the family drastically changed their personalities and survival instincts and self-preservation reactions. sirius had to get out because staying was killing him, so he left in self-preservation because he had james, which made regulus resent sirius. regulus didn’t have a place to go to, so his self-preservation tactic was to double down and become the ideal son his parents wanted in sirius, which made sirius resent regulus.

[throneofsapphics]

hey pookles. i am in desperate need of fenrys x reader smut if you would be so kind. (oc if not have a wonderful day and happy new year)

little cheater

summary: you 'cheat' at cards, fenrys is slightly amused.

warnings: unprotected p in v

a/n: I would be happy to provide! thank you for the request, happy new year to you, here's a little something.

Fenrys danced the line of wicked playfulness perfectly, and you were his more-than-willing victim.

You laid down your hand, certain that this time, you'd won. There was no way you hadn't, the cards had lined up perfectly for you. He threw his cards down, glanced at yours, back at his, brows rising.

You couldn't fight the small satisfied smirk crossing your face. It was about damned time. At least you didn't break out into a song and dance, you weren't that miserable of a winner, not that you won very much against him.

”You've been paying attention,” he said, leaning forward to press his lips against your cheek. Leaning into the touch, you sighed at the chuckle leaving his lips. “But I think your little break gave you an advantage, didn't it love? One could almost call it cheating.”

You scowled, both of you hated cheaters and he knew that. Still, what you’d done had been dancing the line…

You knew that expression, it meant he was about to make a game breaking move, and you did the only thing that made sense. Tugging the top of your blouse down, you rolled one of your nipples between your fingers. Fenrys’s eyes widened, cards forgotten. He leaned forward, and just when his mouth was inches from you, you pressed two fingers to his forehead. “Your turn.” 

“It's not my fault you're easily distracted.”

“Only by you,” he said, gripping your hips and yanking you closer. “Now do I get to fuck you on this couch or are we going to our bed?”

“It's a new couch,” you said absentmindedly, tugging your fingers through his hair. He rose, dragging you with him.

“Couches can be cleaned,” he tugged your blouse off, throwing it to the side. The rest of your clothes and his quickly followed suit.

You stepped around him, heading towards the bedroom. “We really should…”

Words cut off as he lightly gripped your shoulder, twisting you back towards the couch, pushing on the small of your back, you smiled into a pillow as he pulled your hips into the air, bracing one knee on the cushion and lining up behind you.

The smile disappeared as he pushed in, slowly stretching you, teeth dug into your bottom lip as he filled you, so fucking good. Every inch of him was perfect. 

“Gods, Fenrys,” you mumbled.

“What was that?” There was a smirk in his voice as you twisted your head, a sniping remark on the tip of your tongue.

It was cut off when he slammed into you again, this time his hand reaching around to flick back and forth over your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted, hands scrambling for purchase.

“That's not my name,” he teased you, pinching your clit.

“Bastard,” you gasped. His hand landed lightly on your ass, but still hard enough to make a sound.

“Not that either,” he took his hand away from your clit, ignoring your whine, gripping your shoulders, as he started fucking you faster. “But I bet I can make you come with just my cock, can't I love?”

All you could produce was a mix between a moan and a whine, his hands on your shoulders the only thing keeping you from slamming into the couch as you bounced off him, his hips hitting yours.

”My beautiful girl,” he mused, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "My little cheater."