#anyway happy christmas!! sorry this is the only think i could make anything else I tried to do fell apart

[kriscommitscrimes]

merry krismas

[mrschristensen]

Yesss that’s absolutely fine can’t wait to read it 😁😁😁

Conflicted

(link to og ask)

WARNINGS: eventual smut/porn w plot (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, threesome (the boys aren’t dating each other tho cuz INCEST), unprotected sex (piv), dp (double penetration), praise, degradation, name calling (slut), a bit of worship, oral/facefucking (m receiving), brief tit and pussy slapping, brief nipple play, a bit of aftercare, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: The twins take their best friend on a trip with their family, and end up confessing things that weren't wanted to be said.

-> note: Scott still does have sexual trauma, but it was with his aunt (who they now have a restraining order against). I’m so sorry this took so long!

WC: 1,922 words

Sam and Scott were going on a trip to Maine; their grandparents had owned a house there and they handed it down to their parents, so now they used it as a vacation home whenever they were going up there for a bit. This time, though, they wanted to bring an extra guest.

"Morning, mom," Scott said as he came down the stairs from his room. Sam was already in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. It was rare to see him actually eating elsewhere besides his own room, but his excuse was he "just felt like it."

"Hi, sweetie," she responds lovingly as she makes herself some waffles, "what do you want for breakfast?"

"Uhm... I'll just have some cereal," he decides, grabbing the box and pouring some into a bowl he fetches as well.

The silence was deafening, and all it did was create a slight tension in the room. "Mom..." Scott starts, and he looks at Sam, raising his eyebrows at him. They discussed this last night, wanting to ask to bring their best friend (and crush) along with them, but they never really came to a final thought. Sam shook his head quickly, but stopped and continued eating his food normally when their mother turned around.

"Yes?" she said. "What is it?"

He hesitates for a minute, wondering if he should give into not asking like his brother wanted him to, but he decided to ask anyways, being the asshole he is. "...Can our friend come with us to Maine?"

Sam groaned, slamming his head onto the island in frustration, which earned him a silently scolding look from his mother. He was fucked as soon as Sam could get him alone.

"The one that dresses like you?" she asks, to which he nods. "...Well, we all like her and enjoy her company. So, to be honest, I don't see why not."

Scott's eyes widened in surprise, and Sam's head shot up, his expression one of pure shock too. "What?" their voices rung out through the kitchen.

"A thing at work popped up, emergency, so I can't go with you guys. However, I'd be more than happy if she went with you both, so then you'll have someone else to hang out with. I was going to invite her anyways."

They certainly didn't see that coming.

That’s how they ended up loading up their mom’s van with their bags, waiting for her to show up. Their hearts pounded in their ears, the tension only heightening with each passing second.

And then she showed up, wearing a simple sweatshirt and sweatpants. It was going to be a long ride, so it made sense why she’d want to dress comfortable. But all it did was make their cocks harden in their pants. They thought she looked good in anything; she could wear a potato sack and they’d still get aroused.

“Hey, guys,” she greets as she carries her bags with her, gently putting them on the ground to return the hugs they immediately gave her. They were acting like they were little kids on Christmas with how excited they were.

“Hey,” Sam said, ruffling her hair a bit playfully. “You excited?”

“You should be,” Scott chimed in, “the place we have in Maine is huge. We got jet skis and kayaks for the lake, we got a shit ton of games… It’s gonna be so fuckin’ fun.”

"I bet," she responds as she puts her bags in the back, the twins following suit with theirs. Sam couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt; she might just think of them as friends, but they wanted something more. What if they completely screwed up if they told her, and that their friendship was ruined?

Scott felt the sudden tension from his brother, since they're pretty much involuntarily synced, and elbows him lightly. They both lock in a stare, and immediately, Scott knows what he's thinking about. "It'll be fine, man," he whispers to his brother.

"Are you sure about that?" he murmurs back, hoping it didn't seem suspicious. However, he felt a bit of relief since she was already opening the door and getting in the car. "I just... I don't know about this, dude."

"We at least gotta try," Scott says, "because we'll never know if we don't. You know she ain't gonna make the first move if she does feel the same."

Sam nods a little, "I know, I know. I guess we can try... I at least wanna stay friends. But what if she doesn't wanna?"

He sighs. "Then we'll just have to live with that. Somehow."

The both of them just decide it's probably the best that they stop talking, and they both get in the car as well. They weren't going to get anywhere just sitting there with their dicks painfully hard.

Once they got there, they settled in, unpacking their things and chilling out on the couch. The place was massive, and they took pride in it as they saw how awestruck she was. They were right on the water, too, which made it even more of a beautiful area.

"I wanna go for a quick swim," she states, getting up from the couch, "you two can come if you want. Then we can watch a bunch of horror movies when I get back, like we wanted."

They nod, and Scott looks over the couch. "I'll come," he says, turning off whatever random movie they put on.

Sam only took the initiative, feeling a little bit of jealousy, "I'll come too."

And so they all changed into swimwear, and the twins couldn't help but stare as they saw her in a black bikini. She smirked, rolling her eyes playfully. "Like what you see?"

They snapped out of their trance, their faces flushing a bit in embarrassment. They were way too alike sometimes.

She chuckled, "I'm just fucking with you guys."

They made their way to the dock, and she was the first jump in, emerging a few seconds later and moving her hair away from her face. "C'mon, you chickens!" she called out. "The water's perfect."

Sam looked at his brother, who simply shrugged, before following suit and jumping in. Coming up a few seconds later, he gestured for Sam to join them. He sighed, rolling his eyes before doing the same.

Eventually it became a warzone, all of them splashing water at each other and laughing. It was perfect, the addition of the sunset making the moment even more memorable, and Sam couldn't hold it in anymore. As she sent water towards him, he went under, popping up right in front of her.

His blue-grey eyes locked on hers, and they both just looked at each other for a moment before he cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Surprisingly, she was kissing back. Thank god, that would've been awkward.

Scott, for one, was shocked. Wasn't Sam literally the one that was reluctant to do this in the first place a few hours before? However, he didn't object to the idea, making his way over to the two. He put himself behind her, grabbing her hips and kissing her neck.

She moaned a bit into the kiss as she got double the attention, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck as their tongues danced.

He picked her up while still kissing her, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her inside, Scott following the two eagerly. They were in for a wild ride.

They laid a towel on the bed, and put her down on top of it, taking a second to just admire her there. Her hair was fanned out above her head, as if it were a halo, and she was panting for air she was trying to regain from the heated kiss. They made quick work of removing their swimwear, and soon all three of them were naked.

They couldn't even believe this was happening right now, but she wasn't objecting to anything, so they took it as the hint that she wanted this just as much.

"Jus' tell us if it's too much, mkay?" Sam murmurs, to which she nods in response.

She then looks over at Scott. "Are you sure about this, Scotty?" she asks, "I don't want you to force yourself-"

"I've never wanted anything more in my entire life," he cuts her off. "I'm okay. Trust me."

He then then grabbed her hips, bringing her to the edge of the bed, his cock right at her entrance. "I'm goin' first."

Sam rolled his eyes and got on the bed above her, tapping the fat head of his dick to her lips. "Kiss."

She obeyed, giving little kisses to his tip like she were worshipping him. He smirked, satisfied. "Good girl... gonna have to make you worship me a lot more often. Lick."

She once again complied, kitten licking the throbbing head. He sighed in content, watching her submit to him as Scott pushed inside her.

She gasped, her head tilting back a bit so now her nose was touching Sam's tip, and he slapped her breast, making her cry out. "I didn't tell you to stop, slut," he growls, and she immediately goes back to kissing and licking, to which he hums in approval. "There y' go. Good fuckin' girl."

Scott set an unimaginable pace, barely giving her time to adjust. He just fit so perfectly, how could he resist? "Oh my fuck, Sam. You're gonna love this pussy just as much as I am," he grunted, "fit so nicely. She was so made for us."

"Yeah?" he says to his brother, before giving her another command. "Open."

She opens her mouth, and he slides inside, ignoring her tiny gag and he thrust into her throat. "Oh wow, baby. You're a fuckin' natural. Takin' us like a pro."

"I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered, though it was muffled because she had Sam's cock stuffed down her throat. They could make out what she said, though, and Scott only sped up, even though it felt like he was already at maximum speed.

"C'mon, cum for us," Scott coaxed, moving his hand to give little slaps on her clit, amplifying her pleasure. At the same time, Sam pinched both her nipples while still fucking her face, sending her over the edge and squirting all over Scott's cock.

He groaned and followed shortly after, shooting ropes of his hot seed inside her, her walls milking him for every last drop. Sam came at the same time as his brother, ironically, releasing his cum into her mouth and pulling out shortly after. "Show me," he commands, to which she sticks her tongue out, his seed on her tongue and in her mouth. He hums in content, smirking, "Swallow." She complies, and he leans down to kiss her.

Scott had a smug smirk on his face, too, pulling out to admire his work and watch his cum drip from her greedy hole. "Let's switch."

After a long, intense night, the three of them cuddled under the sheets, her in the middle, Scott in front of her and Sam behind her.

"...I love you guys," she whispers, still overstimulated from all the rounds they had.

Sam smiles, kissing her cheek from behind. "I love you too."

"And I love you too," Scott adds, not wanting to give his brother the upper hand, kissing her forehead.

She smiles to herself, "So, are we're like... dating now?"

"Well, duh," Sam responds, putting his chin on her head. "Just not dating... each other, y'know."

Scott nods in agreement. "But we're gonna have to get used to sharing, then."

Sam smirks a bit, "I'm fine with that."

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! <3

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Cloudy Christmastime

damian wayne x reader x jonathan kent

(A/N): Before anyone protests, I headcanon the Wayne family as celebrating both Jewish holidays like Yom Kippur and Hanukkah as well as Christmas and Easter because yes, Bruce is ethnically Jewish (though may have done Christmas as well) but Dick/Jason/Tim/Steph would have likely celebrated Christmas. So they do both.

Anyway, this is a christmas gift for @glorified-red and literally the 5th take on this fic bc they first said Hallmark movie, then damijon hallmark movie, then whump. And then it took me three tries to get something I was close to happy with so I hope you enjoy. This ended up being a mix of domestic fluff and h/c.

warnings: sensory overload

wc: ~2600

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“Tell me again why Santa doesn’t bring us gifts if he’s real. Like our dads have met him. And he still doesn’t bring us presents,” Jon lamented from the couch, bundled up in four blankets. 

From your spot on the floor by the tree, you looked up, an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Because we’re not kids anymore? And how do you know Santa ever brought us gifts?” 

“Perhaps,” Damian added, passing Jon a cup of hot chocolate. He placed a second cup on the coffee table and lifted one to his lips. “He only brought gifts to people to make a point. I never received any from him as a child but father has gotten many over the years.” 

Jon listed to the side, head landing on Damian’s shoulder. “I think that’s worse.”

For the first time in a while, Jon felt Damian’s huff of laughter more than he heard it. Your small chuckle was similarly inaudible. Jon hated solar flaring. Not only was it a pain to deal with for the day and change—one could argue he got either lucky or really unlucky by solar flaring the morning of Christmas Eve—but it always threw his senses out of whack as they trickled back in. And, with the gray skies of Gotham’s winter, Jon was expecting it to be even weirder than usual. It was worth it though, to him, in order to spend the day itself with his partners. It was enough that the Kent family Christmas Eve was ruined by Lex Luthor. He wasn’t going to let his Christmas day be ruined too. 

“I’m sorry, mi sol,” you offered with a shrug and a smile. Jon met your grin with his own. A full-body shiver wracked his frame. Your gaze turned concerned. “You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Jon agreed, “Just chilly.” Damian’s arm wrapped further around Jon, pulling their sides flush against each other. Jon maneuvered the blankets away to soak in his warmth. 

“Ameli, we can turn the heat up,” Damian offered. 

“Nope,” Jon argued, nuzzling into Damian’s neck. “This is good.” Damian’s resulting huff of air teased at the hair on the top of Jon’s head. 

“Mi luna?” You asked from the floor. Damian turned to look at you. Jon followed, eyes traveling over the mound of presents arranged under the tree. There was a pile around the back of the tree against the wall for Damian’s family (Jon still needed to give Dick his gift from the Hanukkah celebration a couple weeks ago. The blue dreidel paper was obvious against the sea of brown, red, and green wrapping paper.), and a smaller one for yours. The empty gap left behind after the Kent Christmas was already filled in with a large box Jon was like ninety percent sure was a new easel for Damian. You ordered it, not him, but Jon couldn’t think of anything else on any of your lists that was even close to that size. “Can you hand me that please?” You gestured to a precarious stack on the coffee table. 

Damian acquiesced, passing over a teetering pile of vaguely book-shaped items. Who those were for was anyone’s guess. Jon was grateful Alfred had helped you and him pay for some of the gifts for Damian. Looking at the gift tags, it otherwise would have been horribly uneven. And Damian himself wouldn’t have minded, Jon knew, but you and him would have been upset about it anyway. He deserves the world, your rohi. Damian pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of you, still arranging presents under the tree. He showed it quickly to Jon before texting it to him immediately. 

“This look okay?” You asked, peeking out from behind the tree. Jon looked it over. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but he also wasn’t exactly the reigning opinion on artistic presentation. 

“It looks fine, hayati” Damian said, eyes still trained on his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him. 

“You didn't even look.” 

Damian turned to look at you. “Because I knew it looked fine, beloved.” His eyes scanned the presents. “And it does.” 

You shook your head at him, exasperated, before conceding and sitting heavily on the couch. Scooching in, you nearly pressed up against Jon’s other side. 

“Come closer,” He whined, untangling a hand from the blankets to grab yours. “You’re warm.” 

Jon could feel the look exchanged over his head. 

“I’m not that warm,” you argued even as you grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table and arranged the blankets so that you could fit underneath. “You’re just cold.” 

Jon shrugged. The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached underneath Damian’s shirt and he swore, grabbing Jon’s wrist to keep its chill away. Another look passed over Jon’s head. He wondered sometimes if the two of you were aware he knew what you were doing and just didn’t care. Probably. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, amorcito?” You asked. Jon shrugged. 

“It’s cold outside and I’m human but otherwise yeah. I have you two,” he added smugly. Damian’s playful shoulder hit came at the same time as your muttered “sap.” Jon grinned. “So because I’m sick—sort of—I get to pick the movie. And we’re watching Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” Despite the protests on both sides, the movie was playing before Damian could even get up to turn the lights off. To the side of the couch, the lights on the Christmas tree bathed the room in a soft white glow. 

~

Jon awoke to a cold bed. On a good day, he’d wake with the sun—or whenever it wormed its way through the bedroom’s black out curtains—or to an international emergency. Okay, not that the emergency was good, just that he was feeling good enough to know it was happening. On a bad day, all bets were off. Jon stuck his hand out of the covers, searching blindly for his phone. After a moment of finding nothing but the wood of the end table, the scratchiness of the sheets was unignorable and he gave up, flinging back the covers to get out of bed. Hanging over the side of the dresser was a dark red sweatshirt. Jon grabbed it and tugged it on, rubbing his arms to get the lingering echo of the sheets off his skin. His off kilter super hearing zeroed in on the crooning of Michael Bublé before zooming back out into the general background noise coming from the kitchen. Jon winced, squaring his shoulders. That was a bad sign. But it was Christmas; he’d be fine. 

A quick squint at his phone told Jon that it was just after noon. No wonder the bed was cold. Jon shivered, then grabbed a pair of your fuzzy socks before opening the bedroom door. 

The smell of cinnamon and chocolate coming from the kitchen was pleasant rather than unbearable. Jon let himself breathe it in as he approached quietly. He didn’t even notice you behind him—though that was often true of an average day—before there were arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. He let himself lean back into the warmth of you. 

“Merry Christmas, mi amor. How are you feeling?” you inquired. Hot breath ghosted across his neck. Jon shrugged. 

“Fine. Excited for today.” He spun around to face you, eyes taking in your christmas pj pants and sweater with a Robin logo. Over your shoulder, Jon could see flashes of blue, likely Damian’s nightwing sweatshirt. “Merry Christmas,” he added, tucking his nose into the spot just underneath your ear for just a moment. No matter what his super senses were like, he took comfort in the smell of the two of you. A hand weaved through his hair, a kiss pressed to the top of his head. Jon pulled back just enough to give you a peck on the lips before being spun around into a kiss from Damian. 

“Merry Christmas, my heart,” Jon muttered, pressing a second lingering kiss to Damian’s jawline. A steady heartbeat pulsed under his fingers, wrapped around Damian’s wrist. 

“Good morning,” Damian said, wrapping an arm around Jon to keep him close. Jon blindly reached out and a second calloused hand found his. A second warm body curled around him. He missed your heartbeats’ song in his ears, but Damian’s pounding steadily under his ear and yours fluttering underneath his fingertips was good enough for right then. “Are you alright?” Damian continued. “It’s late.” His voice was echoey underneath Jon’s ear and Jon flinched instinctively. The two of you reacted immediately, pulling back. 

“Jon?” you asked, voice laced with concern. 

“Yeah,” he managed. “I’m mostly good. About as expected, you know?” Jon offered up a smile. By the looks on your faces, it didn’t do as much reassurance as he’d hoped. “I’m sorry I slept so late.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Damian argued. “There is no reason to.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Jon sighed. 

“How are you feeling about breakfast, mi sol?” You asked, tangling your fingers with his. 

“Sounds good,” Jon agreed. 

~

“Oh yeah I should definitely send Dick a text to thank him. And also say Merry Christmas,” Jon said, flopping down on the couch after breakfast. With his partners looking happy, Christmas music in the background, and a breakfast of vegan pancakes in his stomach, Jon could almost forget about the buzzing under his skin. 

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “He would have swapped with me anyway. Gordon and Father are both working tonight so it was pointless for him to have the evening off.”

Jon shrugged. “Still, doesn’t hurt to say thanks.” 

“Say hi from me too,” you yelled over the running kitchen sink. After a moment more, the water shut off and Jon released a silent sigh at the absence of an irritating bit of noise. He was lucky the x-ray vision hadn’t started acting up. Not only was that like the antithesis of Christmas presents (his mom kept presents out of the house or in a lead box until morning for that very reason), but it was also a huge pain and the hardest to hide. Screwy touch and hearing was more than enough. Dishware clanked around in the kitchen as Damian sat beside Jon on the couch. 

“No change?” He asked, reaching for a Nightwing mug of cider on the coffee table. 

Jon shrugged. “Nope, nothing yet.” Damian narrowed his eyes and Jon attempted to start coming up with excuses. At the very least, he could probably get Damian to leave it alone until after gifts. Less so if you noticed too and started teaming up on him. 

“Ready for presents?” You asked, sitting down on the other side of Damian. You raised the untouched Superman mug to your lips, eyes scanning over Jon. 

“Yes!” Jon butt in before you could say anything. “Let’s do it.” 

You and Damian exchanged a look. On the floor below, the elevator dinged, releasing a family with a horde of kids. “Okay,” you conceded, standing to grab the first load of presents.

In the apartment directly underneath, the front door squealed open. A load of presents was slammed down on the floor beside him. Three kids squealed “gramma!” in unison. Jon’s hoodie was all of the sudden suffocating him. 

Jon jumped up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, pawing the sleeves off before yanking his socks off too. He didn’t care where they ended up. His hands went up to press against his ears. Stumbling over his own feet, Jon meandered backwards until his back slammed into a wall and then slid down, knees up and head with ears still covered in between them. Sounds zoomed in and out. All of the sudden, he could hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing eight floors down, then A Christmas Carol on someone’s TV across the street. Focus! Jon yelled at himself through all the noise. One steady beat came into focus, then another. 

Until there was a soft item brushing his feet, Jon didn’t realize he had company. A steady beat pulsed in his ears, too loud even for its familiarity. He pulled the blanket close. Something plastic nudged his shoulder and Jon grabbed it instinctively, slamming special-made headphones over his ears. The sounds faded down into something manageable. Jon took a deep breath. And then another. He didn’t need to hear to know that the two of you were there. When he reached out tentatively with his sense of smell, the usual wave of cinnamon-vanilla-brown sugar-clove and somethings just the two of you tempered by pine and peppermint was comforting rather than overwhelming. Jon let it wash over him, clutching the soft weighted blanket to his chest. 

When he cracked his eyes open, two blurs blinked into focus as his partners, leaning against the back of the couch and hands linked. Damian’s head rested on your shoulder, one of your hands tangled in his hair. Jon noticed as soon as Damian saw he was up. He almost slammed his head into your chin as he shot up and Jon huffed a laugh.  

“Ameli?” Damian asked. Your eyes locked onto Jon’s. 

“You guys shouldn’t sit on the floor,” Jon responded. “It’s bad for your backs.”

You offered Jon a hand, ignoring his remark completely. Jon’s chest ached. If you weren’t willing to banter, he’d scared you. “How are you feeling?”   

Jon took the hand and stood, adjusting the headphones so they stayed on his head. He tossed the blanket over his shoulder and reached his other hand out towards Damian before tugging the both of you up and towards the couch. 

“I’m okay,” Jon reassured you, sitting down on the couch. “I promise.” When neither of you moved, he tugged you both down on top of him, interrupting the bat-assessment written all over Damian’s face.  

“Promise like this morning?” Damian argued. Jon winced. 

“Okay, yeah maybe I shouldn’t have—”

“Been a self-sacrificial dumbass as if we don’t a) know you and b) want you to talk to us?” You cut in. Jon could read the hurt underneath the anger clear as day. His fingers brushed over two sets of knuckles, one scarred from years of fighting without protective gear, the other dry from the winter air. 

“I know. I just wanted today to be a good day, you know? We never get uninterrupted holidays.” Jon resisted the urge to pull his hands away from yours and curl into himself. The two burning gazes on him were ones of love and concern, though, not judgment. 

“And for some reason you think accommodating you makes the day worse, why?” Damian asked. Jon didn’t have an answer. 

“We love you, Jon. Eres nuestro pareja. We picked ‘partners’ for a reason, yeah?”  You squeezed his hand in yours. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, head dropping to your shoulder. Silence was heavy in the room for a moment. 

“You choose what we do next,” Damian stated, tugging the blacket from its bundled blob to instead cover you and Jon. 

Jon moved from your shoulder to halfway on top of Damian, tugging you on top of him. “You guys are going to squish me in between you while we watch a movie and then we can do presents?” 

You shot him a wicked smile. Jon shrieked as Damian pulled him bodily half on top of him along the couch, cut off when you landed nearly on top of Jon. 

“Good?” You asked. Jon let himself sink into Damian, arms coming up to wrap around your waist. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Good.”

Damian grabbed the remote. “We’re not watching Elf.”

Jon stuck his tongue out at him.  

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Need You Tonight

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!girlfriend!reader

Summary: You’re trying to give your boyfriend his Christmas present. If only he didn’t have company.

Warnings: minors dni, smut, oral, missionary sex

A/N: ngl the endings a little rushed cuz I really wanted to put this out. Titled after Need You Tonight by American Would have been out sooner but work was a lot this season. Anyway. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. This is unedited 🫣 Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)

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Your friends had been right. What the hell was wrong with you. Here you were seeing a great guy like Steve and sure the two of you had agreed to take things slow but your vibrator was not cutting it now.

Besides you had no idea what to get him and your friends had talked you into this red lingerie set. About what a great gift it’d be for him while you were out Christmas shopping. And then you ended up spilling it all that it hadn’t happened yet.

And they looked at you like you were crazy.

You get it, but with Steve things didn’t need to be about sex. He wanted to take it as slow as you needed.

He’d been the perfect gentleman. Never asking you for too much. Willing to wait until the right time to take things to next levels. Honestly it was kind of nice to take all that pressure off, but you had needs. And you knew he could fulfill them.

So why keep beating around the bush.

Honestly this was something you’d always wanted to do. Steve was the kind of guy that deserved this energy. Was definitely the kind of guy you could see yourself settling down with. The kinda man that you could take him to mom and even she’d swoon. The kinda man you saved the big piece of chicken for.

And your pussy was tired of you pretending like you didn’t want him to touch you.

Maybe you shouldn’t have given into it. On one hand scared that you’d embarrassed yourself. Then on the other you were so horny that all you could think was fuck it. You’d gone slow enough by now.

Besides there was snow on the ground and all you wanted was for him to hold you as soon as the snow touched the ground. Then you kept thinking about him going from being his sweet self to something else entirely and now you couldn’t get it out of your head.

So now you were swallowing as you worked up the nerve to knock on his door. Dressed in way too little for the kind of weather that was outside telling yourself that you could so do this even if it meant freezing your nipples off. You could so seduce Captain America. No big deal.

You looked around making sure no one else could see you. Butterflies doing tricks in your stomach as you waited for him. Not like you didn’t know he was home.

“Y/N?” He asked. Surprised to see you when he opened the door. Especially to be standing in front of him wearing a trench coat. Stilettos on your feet. Makeup and hair done to perfection.

Obviously his first instinct was to think that maybe he forgot about something. Not helping it as he looked you up from head to toe. A girl like you standing on his doorstep at a time like this. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gotten his schedule mixed up.

“Hey,” you replied, with a smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, but-,”

Steve relaxed a little when he realized it wasn’t that he’d missed anything. So he cut you off to say, “No, no. You’re always welcome here. You know that,” he said. Still not able to tear his eyes away from how fucking stunning you looked.

No he had to have missed something.

But honestly you were feeling kind of weird because yeah Steve was a really attractive man. Always well-groomed and polite, but also you could smell his cologne which was intoxicating.

If he wasn’t expecting you why did he look so good.

No. Steve wasn’t like that. By now he’d asked you to be his girlfriend and everything. You were official. He wouldn’t just do that. Right? Not when you’d been gushing to all your friends about him. Not when he’d been the first guy you’d ever gotten comfortable with. Shit this was not a good idea.

Well that was until he pulled you into a hug. Leaning down to press a quick kiss onto your lips. Like he was trying to be careful to not get your lipstick on him.

“You look really fucking pretty,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “I didn’t miss a date or anything, right?” He asked.

“No,” you replied looking up at him with your chin on his chest his arms snuggly around you. “I just wanted to see you,” you said. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time.”

Steve furrowed his brow before kissing your forehead. “I mean… it’s not the best time,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Oh,” you said. “Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

Once again looking to make sure none of his neighbors could see you.

“Baby, it’s ok. I’m always happy to see you.”

He was just acting so normal even if anxiety was taking it’s course. It was now or never either way. “I just… I was thinking about some stuff and I…” you were trying to sound all husky and sexy and holy fuck you were hoping you were selling it, “wanted to give you your Christmas present early.”

Getting ready to undo the tie around your waist. Now or never. Now or never. Now or never.

“Wait, Babe, I-,” he started, stopping as the coat fell open. Exposing the lingerie you were wearing underneath. Steve not able to stop his jaw from dropping as he got a good look at you. Breasts confined to a red bra with a matching thong. Garter belt around your thighs.

He’d never seen that much of you. So to be seeing it like this… goddamn. Almost made him forget what he was going to say, which was a shame as he heard Tony says, “Well, damn, Cap, I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of party.”

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Tony was way too giddy for someone whose eyes almost got plucked out by a super solider a minute ago. Telling him to fuck off before stepping outside so he could close to door behind him.

Especially when you turned to cover yourself. A gasp leaving your lips from the shock. Putting your hand to your mouth as the embarrassment seeped in.

At first Steve just wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you from behind. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he cooed into your ear. “It’s okay. You didn’t know, Sweetheart.”

As if that made it any better.

“Look at me,” he told you after a few moments even though you really didn’t want to. Not with your eyes probably looking all hazy now. “I’m serious it’s okay. Tony knows I’ll fuck him up if he says anything.”

“But he saw… everything,” you groaned, crinkling your nose. Not feeling any less mortified.

Steve chuckled. “At least you look good?”

“Really?” You asked, biting your lip. Finally turning around in his arms.

“Oh, you look really good. Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me.” He put his hand under your chin so you have to look up at him. “What brought this on?” He asked.

“I’m just… tired of waiting,” you said.

Steve tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Yeah? Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Of course,” he replied. “All I’ve been thinking about lately, but I didn’t wanna push you.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “You could’ve I wouldn’t have been mad.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. We’ve got time to make up for it.” He sighed, a content smile spreading onto his lips. “You wanna join us?”

Honestly you weren’t sure if you could face Tony. Fucking Iron Man of all people had just seen you half naked trying to surprise his teammate.

“Don’t worry about Tony,” he tried to assure you once again. “Besides, you’ll finally be able to meet everyone. Well almost everyone.”

Not that this is the way you’d imagined it. And while you’d rather crawl into a hole and die than face them, you really did wanna be close to Steve right now.

“Well… okay,” you replied.

Steve kissed the side of your head, grabbing your hand.

The apartment had been decorated by the two of you. Steve happy to let you decide what went there. At your place you were sharing with your roommates and couldn’t just take it all over, but he didn’t give a shit. He was happy to have you do whatever you desired.

Tony had even commented on it when he walked in. Surprise to see his friend’s home so festive.

As soon as you got in, there was Tony with a smirk on his face. Ready to toss out some smart remark. Steve cutting his eyes at him like he was dating him to open his mouth.

“Guys, this is Y/N. My girlfriend. Y/N, this is everyone.”

“Oh my gosh! Finally! We’ve been asking when he was gonna bring around the girl that’s been stealing him away from us,” Natasha shot up so she could pull you into a hug.

“I can see why,” Tony remarked with a snort.

If looks could kill he’d definitely be six feet under with the way Steve looked at him. ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he mouthed.

Tony’s jaw dropped because it wasn’t often he could push Cap this hard. On one hand not wanting to make this any worse, but who was he kidding. He was Tony Stark of course he wanted to make it worse.

He’d just never seen Rogers so possessive. Not that he could really blame him. Tony would have been ready to fight someone too if he had a girl like you showing up like that ready to keep him warm in the middle of winter.

Could see the whole good girl thing going on despite what he had seen previously. Of course the golden boy would be into that. Sweet on the outside but only an inside he was allowed to have.

Besides Natasha was absolutely gushing over you. Had been trying to set him up for how long? And then he finally gets with someone and she’s had to wait to meet you. Of course she was going to gush.

“Hi, Sam. Bucky,” you greeted them as the two got up to say hello.

Natasha gasped. “Wait! You guys got to meet her before me? Steve!”

“They were with me when we met!” He protested.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We so need more girls around. Wanda, Pepper, and I can only take so much,” she said.

“We’re not that bad,” Sam protested. “Just Tony,” he added, who’d started ignoring them to pay attention to the fight again. “And, Bucky can be a handful.”

“At least I’m not going around harassing people with my metal bird,” Bucky retorted.

“Redwing is family! The sooner everyone understands that the better off we’ll all be.”

“See what I have to put up with,” Natasha said.

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It was pretty fun hanging out with them. Watching Steve get all hyped up with them. Something was kind of sexy about watching him like this.

But still you just wanted to spend time with him. Alone. And this trench coat was not ideal for this kind of setting.

“You okay, Baby?” He asked into your ear after awhile seeing the way you kept trying to make sure your tie was fully closed.

“Yeah,” you answered looking up at him with a smile. While comfortable still a little nervous since you were just sitting here in a trench coat with barely anything underneath.

“Are you cold?” He asked into your ear.

“A little,” you replied.

“Sorry,” he whispered, before kissing your cheek. “Too bad I can’t be warming you up right now.”

You found yourself biting your lip at that. Look up at him through your lashes before he swiped his lips across yours really quick. “Hey, hey, hey, other people are around,” Tony said, snapping his fingers. “Put your hands where we can see ‘em.”

You raised your hands up, but Steve just rolled his eyes before standing up. “Be right back,” he replied, grabbing your hand.

“Hurry back, it’s almost the main event,” Natasha said.

Okay good. It was almost over. Then you could get to the part you’d come over for.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sam remarked.

Steve was blushing as he grabbed you be your hips so he could lead you away. Down the hall towards his bedroom. “Sorry about them,” he said when they were out of earshot.

“No it’s sweet,” you replied. Steve put his hand on the small of your back. Trying to keep himself from going further down to your ass.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t messed around. You’d gotten close to having sex but it was like… he doesn’t know. Something always stopped them. Like they were waiting to savor it. No wonder you’d gotten so sick of it and just came over here like this.

His poor girl had wanted to surprise him. Had wanted him to take care of you fully. Instead you got a room full of his friends ragging on him when he could have been kissing you all over.

Now you were sitting on his bed as he dug through the drawer to find a sweatshirt for you to wear.

“Here, Baby,” he replied, handing it to you.

You stood up to tug at the tie around your waist. Letting it fall from your body. Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked up and down your body.

Would he be a bad host if he told everyone to get the fuck out.

Before you could fully shrug off your coat, Steve grabbed you by your waist. Wrapped his arms around you in a snug embrace. Your lingerie covered breasts pressing into his chest. “Fuck. I almost want you to keep it on,” he said. “Maybe we can have a do over.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “I’ll just make sure to warn you next time.”

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he said.

“I just didn’t know what to get you and then my friends freaked when I told them we’ve never had sex.” You laughed.

“Ohhh so you’re my present?” He asked with a smirk. “Damn. Maybe I should just open you up.”

Steve was ready to kiss you again, except as soon as his lips touched yours there was a knock on the door. “Fights on!” Bucky said through the door. Steve able to hear Sam snickering through the door.

“We’ll be right out,” he replied with a sigh. Fucking cockblocks.

You giggled and it only made him want to say fuck it even more. Throw you on the bed and devour you. “Come on,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. “Really want me to keep it on?” You asked him.

“I want you to be comfortable,” he said. “Besides. I like seeing you in my clothes.” Then his eyes went down to your boobs. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

“We better get back out there,” you said.

Ugh he couldn’t wait for everyone to be gone.

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“No! What the fuck!” Tony groaned, throwing his head back as his guy went down. “You’re fucking kidding me!”

Sam on the other hand was positively giddy. Happy as hell to take home a bet against the billionaire.

“We’re going to see you at Christmas dinner, right?” Natasha said as they all said their goodbyes.

You looked up at Steve who smiled down at you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He’d already been asking you if you wanted to join them. Had wanted to spend your first Christmas as a couple together of course, but you’d been on the fence having been nervous to meet everybody.

“Yeah I think it’ll be fun,” you answered.

Steve didn’t want to make it obvious that he was trying to hurry them out. Because as soon as the door closed he was right there. Picking you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. Not even saying a word as he kissed you. Large hands coming to grip at your ass.

Your lips worked against his. Hands clawing at those broad shoulders. Moaning into his mouth. Only pulling away so he could pull his shirt off.

There was this hunger that the two of you never got to have before that was definitely there now. Finding yourself unable to stop now that you’d started. Wanted him to touch you all over. Can’t believe you’d waited this long in the first place.

Something about you taking the initiative. He’d been trying to take it slow. Protect your honor and shit. Wait until you were ready.

Had been picturing rose petals and shit. Maybe he’d take you somewhere nice. Wine and dine you first. You probably would have gotten all dressed up.

That’s okay. They could do that another time. Right now he just didn’t wanna stop putting his lips all over you. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he kissed along your thighs.

Was down on his knees ready to worship you. Something about you being the one to initiate it was making him want to.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Can’t believe you dressed all up for me,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful. Can’t wait to finally make love to you, Baby. Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” you cried.

Fuck he was in heaven with his face between your thighs. Couldn’t get enough. Especially as his tongue touched your clit. Was addicted to all the sounds you were making as his tongue worked it.

For all the time he thought about doing this to you, doing it was so much better. The fucking noises you were making. The way you tried to grind your tight little hole against his face only for him to pin you down by your hips to stop you.

“It’s too much,” you ended up whining.

Steve laughed into you. Seeing your desperation. The way your eyes had started to glaze over. The way your bottom lip poked out. Fuck you looked so fucking pretty.

“Come on. I know you can take me. It’s okay,” he said, pulling away for a second. He put his lips on your stomach this time. Fingers gripping your hips still. Your chest heaving up and down.

“Too much,” you repeated as your chest heaved up and down.

Steve just chuckled before leaning up so he could peck your lips. “Come on, Baby. You can take it. How are you gonna take my dick if you can’t even take my mouth.”

Fuck. He was right. You’d felt him through his pants before. It’s why you were aching to just let it happen. Wanted to feel his thick cock inside of you so bad. But fuck the way he’d been touching you, you were a mess.

“You got this, Babe,” he whispered into the side of your mouth. “Come on I know you didn’t come all the way over here for me to not fuck you. You know how bad I’ve been wanting this pussy? Think I’m gonna let you go without giving it to you?”

Who even was this man. One minute he was being sweet and holding your hand in front of his friends. Next he was talking all dirty into you. Fuck. He was definitely trying to be the death of you.

And you didn’t wanna let him down. Had shown up half naked and sat politely while him and his friends finished up. Had been trying real hard to be good. It was all you wanted after all. For him to have his way with you and fuck-

Steve had started kissing on the nape of your neck knocking you out of your thoughts. It made you let out a loud gasp as he also gripped your thigh.

“Drive me crazy,” he said into your ear pulling you on top so you were straddling him.

“Fuck, Daddy I need you,” you moaned.

“Yeah, Baby?” He whispered, hands moving to your ass so he could grind you against his length.

Fuck he was just so big. And your pussy was leaking. Leaving a wet spot against his crotch. You wanted him so bad. Why was he still wearing clothes.

Finally you tugged at his belt. Hands franticly grabbing at him as if you were trying to paw them off. “It’s okay, Baby. I got it. Got you too fucked out already. Can’t even get it right.”

You let out a moan at the way he was talking to you. Pussy feeling like you could not wait any longer. You needed him so bad. It wasn’t even fair.

“Please.” Fuck it sounded so whiney the way that came from you, but you couldn’t help it.

Steve put his lips back on your as he pulled himself from his pants. Dick now on display. Ready for you to sink down onto.

You put your hand on him. Wrist moving up and down as you moaned because fuck he was big. How were you supposed to take it. Even in your hand it felt perfect. Fuck you needed him so bad.

Steve twisted you around so you could lay back. Pushing you into the cushions as he climbed on top of you. Arms going on either side of your head as he just couldn’t stop kissing you.

This was the problem. Every time the two of you tried to fuck you’d end up getting so caught up in kissing that you didn’t even do the rest.

Then he’d pull away to say something really sweet and you’d end up getting distracted. You’d end up talking and giggling. Then you’d end up cuddling. Getting really nice and cozy but for Christmas you wanted all of him and you didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

“Please, Steve I-,” you pulled away to say only to need to catch your breath. “Just need you.”

One side of Steve’s mouths curled up as he realized just how bad off you were. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your dick. I need your dick. Please I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”

It all came out as a plea. Way more than what you meant for it to be. “You sure? Couldn’t even handle my tongue a minute go. Think I’m gonna have to stretch your little pussy out.”

“Do whatever you want I just- I don’t even care anymore,” you sobbed.

Steve chuckled and for some reason that made your pussy twitch. “Such a mess for me,” he said, into your ear again.

Then he was off you and you were making grabby hands trying to get him to hurry up and come back. Except now you could see his dick up close as he started taking his pants all the way off. Sitting up as your mouth salivated because fuck it was just as pretty as you’d thought it would be.

“Fuck, Steve.” You just couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it again. Needing to feel him. Fuck you needed to…

Steve groaned as you licked a strip up and down his dick. Coming to the head so you could swirl your tongue around the tip. “Fuck, Y/N, Baby.”

Putting his hand on your head as you took him into your mouth. Letting out a grunt from how fucking good it felt to have his dick inch into your mouth.

Here Steve had been thinking that you were this sweet girl. Someone he would have been able to take home to mom if she’d been alive, but here you were getting on your knees so you could suck him off properly. Trying to see how far you could get in your throat before gagging around him.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- goddamn.”

Can’t believe you hadn’t tasted him sooner. Especially as your mouth was stuffed full. Feeling him through his pants a few times had nothing on taking him down your throat. Trying to be a good girl who just wanted to be good for her super boyfriend.

“That’s it,” he hissed, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips but fuck he was so ready to start fucking your mouth. Barely stopping himself because as bad as he wanted you to keep doing he couldn’t wait anymore.

Steve snatched you up grabbing you so he could throw you over his shoulder making you squeal. “Steve!”

His hands pawed at your ass as he walked with you down the hall to his bedroom. Could barely fucking wait but he at least wanted to get you in his bed first.

Didn’t even give you a second to get situated on the mattress as he climbed on top of you. Not that you cared as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hands going to his shoulders so you could claw at them. Nails digging into his skin.

Lips meeting your once again as he spread you open. Hand going to your pussy after so he could rub his thumb on your clit. “Holy fuck,” you pulled away to mewl.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed into your ear. “This what you wanted for Christmas, huh?”

As the same time he lined himself up with your entrance. Ready to just say fuck it. Had been waiting too long anyway and didn’t feel like waiting any longer. Steve needed you.

Your mouth split open as he inched in. Going slow so he didn’t hurt you. Wanting to give you a time to adjust. He knew he could be a little much.

You laid back with a gasp when he was halfway through. “Fuck. I’m so-,” you stopped to throw your head back, “I’m so full. It’s- fuck. It’s- it’s too- Stevie,” you whimpered. “Please. Make me- I can… I can take it I promise, please.”

Steve kissed you again as he went to the hilt. Balls slapping against your ass. You were just so tight it was making his head spin. Couldn’t believe how good you felt. Had definitely been worth the wait.

“Harder,” you pulled away to cry out.

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please?” Fuck you didn’t intend to sound like you were begging but you couldn’t help it.

Who the hell was he to deny you. Fuck you clearly wanted him bad. Of course he wanted to give it to you.

Besides the noise you made when he did as you asked made him want to give you whatever you wanted.

“Just like that!” You cried as he fucked into you.

“Yeah?” He asked. “Like this?” Then he did whatever move that was that was making you react like that.

“Yes,” you sobbed out. Scratching his back. It was like he was getting all these spots no one else had ever been able to reach. Probably why you could feel yourself so close.

It only worsened when he put his mouth on your tits. The sensations making you want him to never stop. Something about watching his sweet face suckling your nipples like he was trying to mark them was what did it. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tightened. Orgasm making you scream.

“Steve- fu- fuck. Oh my god. That’s it. It’s yours. You can- please. My pussy it’s yours!”

“I know, Baby. I know.” His face mocking concern as if he wasn’t the one making you feel like this. “It’s been mine. That’s why you needed me to fuck if as soon as possible, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Showed up like a little slut in your lingerie. If only I got to rip it off of you as soon as you got in. Bet you would have liked that.”

“Yes!”

It was all you could say. Not even sure how you could still even speak with the orgasm he’d given you.

“Gonna let me play with you all fucking night, huh? Might fuck you until Christmas morning. Make you spend Christmas Eve on my dick.”

“Okay,” you cried. “I’ll- oh my-,” you put your hands against his shoulders like you were trying to brace yourself. Eyes rolling back once again. Fuck there was just this spot that he kept hitting and making you cum all over him.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “That’s my fucking girl.”

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You’d sincerely lost track of time since last night. All you knew was that even when the morning fell he was behind you. Holding onto your hips as he fucked you from behind.

Steve was serious about fucking you into Christmas Day. Had only pulled away for bathroom breaks and food.

At some point it was like your brain had shut off and all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you. All you could think about was Steve and how you wanted to make him cum inside you.

And he did. Multiple times. That super solider stamina keeping him going even when you thought you’d definitely had enough. But what was enough with him around.

If anything he was the one that had been turned into an addict. Of course he wasn’t going to pull out. You were his.

Sure it may not have started out the way you wanted it to, but hell at least it had ended up being exactly what you’d needed.

Finally he’d let you go to sleep seeing just how worn out he’d gotten you even if he could have kept going. Wanted to give you a little time because he was still working up the nerve to give you your present.

“Steve?” You softly said making his head snap towards you.

He’d been keeping you naked but right now you were bundled up in his robe. He was only in a pair of boxer briefs himself. Freshly wrapped gift sitting neatly on the coffee table.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” He asked.

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” you said with a pout. Coming to settle onto his lap. “I was cold. Need you to warm me up.”

He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and then behind your ear. “Ah, I’m sorry, Babe. Don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”

“Ohhh whose that for?” You asked looking at the present.

Steve leaned forward to grab it. “Yours. Wanna open it?”

“Ohhh you’re saying I don’t have to wait until morning?”

“Nah,” he said. “I already got my gift. Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give you yours.”

You smiled up at Steve before kissing underneath his jaw. Fuck he was so cozy.

Your heart thumped as you’d ripped off the wrapping paper and took the top off the box to see a tiny key. Eyes meeting his again. “Steve, wait what… what is this…”

“A key,” he said with a chuckle. “Look I know we haven’t been together that long, but… I don’t know. Especially after tonight I want you around all the time. When I wake up. When I go to bed. I love you and I want you to move in with me.”

“Really?” Your eyes were all watery.

“Yeah, Baby,” he replied. “What do you say?”

“Of course I’ll move in with you, Steve.” You threw your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

That was all Steve needed to hear. The two of you starting to kiss again. Robe quickly coming off. His boxers ending up on the floor. The two of you had to christen this place. And he wasn’t going to stop until he fucked you in every room.

[laithraihan]

Would you be comfortable sharing any personal info (age, profession, relationship status, etc...)? Completely understand if you're not but it's always really interesting learning about the lives of ppl I admire. Again, if that's not something you wanna do it's totally understandable! I love your art!!

Ah thank you so much 🫶 and sure I dont mind sharing some stuff but to be very honest Im not an interesting person, so I'm sorry in advance for disappointing you.

So I'm a woman (or something like that) even though I use a male pen name for art, Im 22 years old, 151cm (4'11"), the eldest daughter who has two teenage siblings who are both taller than me and make fun of me for being short. I do not have a profession and I do not go to school due to a disability I will not disclose. Im a lesbian engaged to a butch, we've been together for almost 4 years (our anniversary is in August)

My favorite season is winter because all the bugs are dead and I despise summer because the bugs are alive. Im also really scared of butterflies for some reason. Im scared of winged bugs in general. Ive never seen a cockroach in my life but I'd probably kill myself if I saw one. I really hate bugs. The winters are harsh here but I like walking outside when theres light snow falling at night. Im also a bit obsessed with Christmas lights but I dont celebrate Christmas, I dont follow any religion in general but my family is Muslim so Ive been raised with that. If I could just put Christmas lights in my room all year then I would do that. They look really pretty.

About my ethnicity I think everyone knows Im Algerian already, well Ive only been to Algeria once when I was like 8 years old so I dont really remember anything. All I know is that my uncle would keep telling my dad that I convinced him to stop smoking and that he's eternally grateful for that but I literally cannot remember what I did or said back then so I just pretended I knew what he was talking about. Anyway. Id like to go there again one day. I most likely will go soon in the future so it makes me happy to think about it.

My first language is French and Im somewhat fluent in English but it needs more work. Whenever I speak English I have to think harder about the words that come out of my mouth and I start saying things that dont make sense. But my pronunciation is good so other people just assume Im fluent. Also I understand Derja (Algerian Arabic) when people talk to me out loud but I cant form sentences and respond back so I just answer people in French. I know how to read Arabic script and I understand basic words but again I cant form sentences. As for Japanese I can only read Hiragana and Katakana and a bit of Kanji, and my understanding of the language is worse than Arabic, so I practice by translating Japanese song lyrics, reading news articles and talking with Japanese users online

Honestly I dunno what else to say, I dont really have any special skills or anything like that. Unless you count memorizing all the metro stations in Montreal but thats only because I had to use public transport all the time when I was a kid because my parents never felt like driving me to my appointments. At that point I probably visited every single station because I had to go to many random places. I dont have a drivers license but I prefer walking to places in general even though there are no stores near my neighborhood, but I think it's better for me because I get to walk more. I think I really like the idea of travelling in general but I dont have friends for that, my parents also wouldnt allow me to hang out with friends so it's a bit unfortunate

Oh and lately Ive been enjoying making eggs for some reason, I think Im good at doing that. But I only cook whenever Im hungry and I rarely feel hungry so I dont cook many eggs. I also dont like cleaning dishes so I avoid making huge meals in general. I dont really eat much in the first place but I still like food. I really like going to restaurants too. I just like going outside in general. I like listening to music and talking with people, normal stuff like that. Im running out of things to say so I'll probably just stop there.

[francis-writes]

Hi! I just wanna say I wasn't a big fan of the grabber the first time I saw the movie, but after reading your writes and a few more rewatches, I now love this man. Your work is amazing, thank you for doing it!

I saw that you wanted to write some smut for the grabber, and I have an idea. I just don't know if it's gonna make sense because I'm bad at explaining stuff. How about the grabber with a reader (she/they pronouns pls?) who's like super sarcastic and playful, makes a lot of sexual jokes or comments, and isn't scared by anything, which maybe leads to something 🔥spicy🔥? I don't really know how it would happen, I'm sorry. And idk if you want specifics but what if the reader secretly loves creampies (or maybe breeding?) and that comes out during the act? Idk if this is like weird or something, or not specific enough. I just thought I'd try and ask lol. Thank you so much if you decide to do this! Have a great day! 💛

A/N: hi, i'm happy you enjoy my writing! Sorry it took so long but i finally post this. Have a good day, and merry Christmas if you celebrate it

"I wonder... does your mask stay on during sex?" She asked. "What?" It was hard to say whether the Grabber was more shocked or irritated by her boldness. "Of course, if you even have sex" they shrugged and smiled provocatively "maybe kidnapping people is your only hobby, I wouldn't be surprised" She couldn't see his expression when he looked at her, grinning mask was covering his whole face. "Aren't you afraid?" They shrugged. "You will probably kill me anyway so what should I be afraid of? What else you can do to me?" The Grabber chuckled and came closer. "I think I will answer to all these questions now" He grabbed their shirt and pulled it off over their head. "Wha-" He didn't let them finish their sentence, pushing her so hard, she fell on the mattress. "Let my actions speak" He kneeled between theit legs and took off their pants. She tried to get up but he pressed her to the floor with his strong hand resting on their chest. They couldn't move under his weight when he began to massage their clit with his thumb and pushed two fingers into her hole. "You like it, dove?" He asked "of course you do. Do you hear that? That's how fuckin' wet you are" They could hear splashing sounds and they couldn't deny, they felt their cunt was dripping with juice. She didn't want to admit it - after all she never wanted to be kidnapped and now she dreamed only about leaving this basement alive - but somehow the whole situation aroused them. The Grabber took off his thumb from her clit and slowly pushed third finger inside her. She groaned feeling her cunt clench around him. Their kidnapper started thrusting into them. She couldn't see his face but she still could say he had a wide grin under this mask. "Hope you like it" he said "I need to make you ready and stretched enough to take me" Was it only a manly brag? They never saw him naked and she felt a mix of fear and excitation. *** After some time, he pulled out his fingers - to her disappointment - and brought them to her mouth. "Lick them clean" he commanded. She obeyed and took his fingers in her mouth. She licked them and sucked on them, playing with his rings, using his tongue. They could see he was satisfied with their work and soon he pulled out his hand and he patted her head. "Good pet. Now, it's time for the real fun" He stood up and unzipped his trousers. They looked at his crotch as if they were in trance. The Grabber took of his pants and pulled out his member. It wasn't long, rather average length but very thick and she started to wonder if it would fit in her. He kneeled between their legs and he dragged his cock over her wet cunt. Then, without warning, he pushed in. They gasped after a sudden sensation but it wasn't as bad as they expected it to be. The Grabber began thrusting into her and as his movements got faster, pain was replaced by pleasure. *** "Fuck, I'm close" He wanted to pull out but they stopped him. "No, please" she moaned "Come inside" "What?" The Grabber furrowed his brow. "I want you to fill me with your cum. Please" "If you beg so sweetly..." he started to thrust into her again "You will be dripping with my cum once I will be done with you" Their body writhed with pleasure as he was railing them. "You're my cumdump now, you understand? No one else can touch you" the Grabber muttered, he was breathing heavily and she could say he was on the edge of orgasm "I will fill your pussy with my seed everyday until I will make you pregnant.. you're gonna have my babies and then I will breed you again.." He couldn't speak any longer. He gave a few final thrust and with a sigh, he fell on their body. She put her arms around him and began to caress his back, enjoying the post coital bliss. The Grabber was heavy but there was something comforting in his weight on top of her. He lifted himself up on his elbows. "I hope your curiosity is satisfied" he said, gleam in his eye more devilish than grin on his mask. "Oh, yes" they replied "I am completely satisfied"

hey, if you enjoy my work, maybe you would like to support me on ko-fi? Only if you can afford this. It would mean a lot to me<3 link is in the pinned post

[larcenywrites]

It's December 16th, the day Tony's parents died, and you sometimes mention wanting to talk about it some more, so... share your thoughts? 🤔

😔

I know he would be excited! Whether because it gives him time to have the house to himself a while, like his own vacation, or maybe because he and Rhodey and/or his partner could have their own little Christmas party before his parents came home! Plus, he and his dad did get into it before they left, and maybe he low key wants to apologize when they come home or like, at least try to make Christmas fun and happy and relaxed when they get back! And maybe he even got his mom something 🥰

It’s probably in the wee hours of the morning that Tony, who probably doesn’t have anyone over yet anyway and may be a little tipsy still and just went to bed, is probably petrified when he opens the door to a few cops. A very sobering experience for him already when they woke him up with aggressive knocks on the door. He’s scared and untrusting, but reluctantly allows them in. He’s never been in this situation, and when anyone random shows up he can just go get his mom or dad! And they probably offer a seat the table or something. Something that may be a little more relaxing than standing around, but nothing is relaxing about what they say. He probably gets mostly unresponsive, so they leave and offer to come back later or something but he doesn’t really give them a time. Jarvis probably finds him still in that chair when he comes by later in the morning. I mean, what else was he supposed to do? What else was he going to do? Jarvis, of course, already knows and simply sits down next to him at the table. What is he suppsed to say? Either of them? Instead of focusing on it, Jarvis probably just tells Tony he should be in bed, knowing he’s probably barely slept and decrying not well at this table and in that chair.

I imagine Jarvis probably played a pretty big role here. Someone had to check up on Tony and take care of him for a while. Sure, Tony’s had some level of depressive-relative symptoms and episodes, but this wasn’t like that. I’m sure for the first several days, he hardly left his room, hardly left his bed, aside from showing up to the funeral. Which… happened surprisingly fast, he thinks. Even then, he and Jarvis probably still hadn’t had an outright conversation about it. Instead, he dropped by to check on him, and probably even cooked for him, and probably was pretty good at making him at least a little bit, and forcing him to take care of himself a little bit. Probably in the same ways he did when Tony was a child! And honestly… he’s probably just as lost as Tony. Asking… now what? Tony is also almost all he has left at the moment. And I’m sure he’s very protective! Stane is probably very quick to want to start with the whole transfers of power. With lawyers and documents and stuff. I’m sure Jarvis often ran him off until he felt that To y was in a better state of mind to under those kinds of decisions.

The house is probably still decorated for Christmas, and all those gifts are still under the tree. And a bit after the new year, once Tony is a little more out and about, Jarvis probably has him go through them… and the pile of gifts from people he hardly or doesn’t even know. Condolences and all, and it was Christmas so… plenty of people probably felt the need to send more than a “sorry for your loss” card. But the task is so overwhelming. He really doesn’t want to but… Jarvis helps him. And it’s probably the only other time besides the funeral that Tony cries, and then Jarvis lets him stop. But he probably finishes up for him, sorting through what’s useless and what’s okay and what’s useful. And after the 50th “sorry” card, it really starts feeling like anything but.

And the first time the two ever have an actual conversation about it, is probably when he’s managed to convince Tony to go through a few things. Things he might want to keep for himself and such, considering he’s inherited all of this. Everything. In fact, it’s probably about to be rhetorical first day on the new job. Jarvis suggests he look through some of Howard’s watches and ties and tiepins— something to help him keep living on in memory, perhaps? He talks about how his dad loved his ornaments here, even the ones Tony has never seen. And somehow, that turns into a conversation about how Howard did love his son, but… it probably doesn’t go over very well, as he honestly expected. But he is glad to see that Tony does wear that watch he took a certain liking too, that his dad did like but never wore.

And Jarvis probably hates seeing what Tony is becoming. He probably tells him that. So he’s probably a tiny bit relieved when Jarvis eventually passes too. Not because he hates being judged, which is true, but because he probably felt like a huge burden on the last person left to care about him, and who has had to take care of him for his entire life, and whom he was letting down. But it’s definitely when he realizes he can’t take it anymore. He can’t stay here anymore.

He definitely never decorates his home or his office. First of all, what’s the point? The last time he stepped foot out of his parent’s house, it was probably still decorated for Christmas. Maybe it’s silly at this point, but he’s a little scared of what seeing his new home decorated might make him feel. And he hates coming home to find another pile of complimentary and ass-kissing gifts from people he hardly knows or doesn’t even know. And preferably Rhodey is the one this time helping him get through them when he can, or Happy or Pepper. Only one each time, though. Honestly, most of that shit probably goes to them anyway.

Eventually, he can find enjoyment and happiness somewhere in there again, mostly with the help of a partner or it probably takes time all the way up until he has kids. But the pain never fully goes away, he just eventually starts talking more about the good memories than focusing on what happened.

[marina41trench]

Izumi Iori - PTT Xmas RabbitChat 4/5: Secret Trip

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for your hard work.

Iori-san, thank you for waking me up earlier!

Tsumugi: I can’t believe I fell asleep on the desk at the office…

You really, really saved me…! ><

Tsumugi:

Iori: You were plopped on the desk while holding a pen and notebook, I wondered what was wrong.

Iori: Did you make it to the job site?

Tsumugi: Thanks to your efforts, the filming ended without a hitch!

Iori: That’s good.

I’m glad I went to the office by chance, so please look after yourself.

Tsumugi: Yes… I’ll keep that in mind…!

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: Also, um… There’s something I want to ask…

Iori: What is it?

Tsumugi: Did I… sleep talk…?

Iori: Ah, yes it was truly incredible.

Tsumugi: Eh!

Tsumugi: It was incredible?!

Iori: I was very surprised.

Tsumugi: Aaaaah please forget it ><

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi:

Iori: I’m kidding. You were sleeping quietly.

Tsumugi: R-really?

Iori: Yes.

Tsumugi: Aah, I’m glad…

Tsumugi:

Iori: But your mouth was open.

Tsumugi: Eeeh!

Tsumugi:

Iori: It was open a bit so please don’t think about it too much.

Tsumugi: Ugh, this is really embarrassing… ><

Iori: Anyway, you’ll get colds if you doze off in the office.

Tsumugi: I agree… I will sleep properly at home.

Iori: Please do.

It’s our busy season, and it’ll be troubling if you collapse.

Tsumugi: Thank you for your consideration…!

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: You’re going to go out today, right?

Iori: Yes. I went as far as Akihabara(1) to buy Christmas presents.

Tsumugi: It’s for exchanging gifts during the party!

Is your exchange partner Nagi-san?

Iori: You're correct. It was decided by ladder lottery. (2)

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: I thought of it when you said you went to Akihabara! (laugh)

Iori: It was a Kokona limited merchandise that you can only buy onsite.

Iori: He was emitting a bad aura for the past few days because he had to go to work on the release day.

Tsumugi: I see… That’s why you kept asking me for Nagi-san’s schedule.

Tsumugi:

Iori: I’m glad I bought it successfully.

CHOICE

1. Was the queue really long?

Iori: I went there after researching about it, but it wasn’t long.

I realized Kokona’s popularity due to the competition in distribution of numbered tickets.

2. Did you buy anything else?

Iori: I came across a King Pudding ornament and bought it.

Yotsuba-san was happy and decorated it on the Christmas tree, so please give it a look once you come over.

3. What kind of merch did you buy?

Iori: It was a chibi figure(3) wearing a Santa Claus costume.

I finally understood Rokuya-san’s boast, “Kokona’s cheerful smile is cute.”

Tsumugi: It’s no mistake that Nagi-san will be very happy!

Iori: I look forward to his reaction on the appointed day.

Tsumugi:

Tsumugi: Huh?

Tsumugi: That reminds me, a moment ago Riku-san told me both of you will go out. Are you two going shopping?

Iori: Eh.

Iori: Ah, I’m going to meet him later. Since I’m pretty near.

Tsumugi: I see!

He told me the two of you ate lunch together. I thought he asked you to spend the day off together.

Iori: It just happened that we haven’t eaten lunch yet so we had to go out.

Tsumugi:

Iori: Did Nanase-san tell you anything else?

Tsumugi: He asked me about the President and Banri-san’s recent happenings.

Tsumugi: Also, he told me that Tamaki-san seemed troubled on what present he could give to a girl in the facility and seek his advice.

Iori: Huh.

Iori: I see…

Iori: He certainly mentioned something of that sort before.

Iori: I’m sorry, I remembered an errand.

I’ll contact you later.

Tsumugi: Y-Yes!

Tsumugi:

-

TL notes:

1 - Akihabara is a district in central Tokyo famous for its otaku culture. The market is focused on anime, manga, and video games. This is where Tokyo Big Sight (where ComiKet, Comic Market, is held) is located.

2 - Ladder lottery. Lottery in which participants trace a line across a lattice pattern to determine the winner (jisho.org)

3 - The Japanese dialogue is literally "distortion figure." The "distortion" word is borrowed from the French word "déformer." These figures are typically small in size, hence the use of "chibi"... which means small in Japanese.

[jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists]

Ask game! 🎧🙃🌸

omg hi friend!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻 thank you so much for sending an ask!!

🎧: earbuds or headphones? Headphones all the way! Earbuds feel weird in my ears 😖 worst feeling in the world.

🙃: what’s a weird fact that you know? Oh I know so many 😀 I love researching stuff more than anything! I’ll give you 5:

Vampire squids exist! They’re amazing and adorable! They’re only a couple inches big, and unlike other squids, their tentacles are connected by very fine webbing, like a cape! They have spines along each tentacle, and when they flip their tentacles and webbing above their heads, they become little red spike balls. (Lowkey kinda wanna get one and name it Baz 😌)

There’s a diagnosed phobia for the color yellow!

Sometimes, if a company doesn’t use enough cocoa in a chocolate product, they legally cannot call it chocolate. So! Look on your favorite “chocolate” candy, and if it only says “chocolatey” or “chocolate flavored” on the package, you know it isn’t really chocolate!

Like the last one, white chocolate isn’t chocolate. It doesn’t actually have any cacao in it, but we still call it chocolate because it uses cocoa butter.

And you might know this one, but it takes more muscles to frown than smile, and smiling can actually release more endorphins than over 1,000 chocolate bars! 😊

🌸: what’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? So, I make holiday gifts for everyone in my family, and a few friends, every year. It’s genuinely one of my favorite things to do because I feel so happy when I’m able to make something specifically tailored to them that you can’t find in a store! This past Christmas, I gave my uncle a painting of a bear, saying he’s the coolest guy in the room. It didn’t mean too much to me, it was just something silly that I thought would make him laugh, and it did! And he pulled me aside after to tell me how much he really appreciated the gift, and how important it was to him. He was in genuine tears and it made me really happy to know that I could do that for him, that I could make him that happy! So, now, when I go to visit his house, or anyone else’s, I get to see my art work on the walls, and my cross stitches hanging, and my pots being used and I think that’s the best compliment. Getting to see my loved ones get genuine joy out of the things I make for them. To love them so much that they have to show them off. You can’t talk to my grandfather without him showing off my goat diorama I made him for Father’s Day, my aunt has held onto the first painting I ever made her, even though it isn’t that great, my father put the paintings I made him up in his office. All these little things that I put so much effort into bring them this much joy. It’s a wonderful feeling.

anyway! Sorry for rambling lol I just get kinda teary eyed about it sometimes. Thank you again for sending an ask, dear friend ❤️

[aajjks]

Christian! *Yn looked at Christian as he said he’d maybe head home for the day. She didn’t want him to leave but she also knows he didn’t really sign up to stay and play happy family with her. But before she could say anything to him, Adin stepped in front of her with his hands on his hips.* You said we’d would eat and then go practice for a little Chris! *He says in a sassy tone.* How else am I supposed join the team if the only who’s teaching me is wanting to go home! *Yn shakes her head to hide her laugh as she turns around to make her coffee.* Adin, knock it off. He has a life and being your coach isn’t his main priority. *She says, tossing the napkin at him to toss in the trash since he was beside it.* And if you’re so worried about joking the basketball team, I can see if your uncle can come over for a few hours. *Adin stares at Christian, crossing his arms, expecting Christian to be intimidated by his 7 year old self.* Christmas probably has a girlfriend.. *Eliza says as she giggles, hiding behind the chair.* Girls are gross, we’re men! And men don’t have time for girls! *Adin rolls his eyes before grabbing his basketball and walking to the backyard the bounce his ball.* He’s just mad no girls like him since he looks like a disoriented frog. *Eliza mumbles to herself, walking between Yn and Christian to go play with her toys.* Ah, I’m sorry about them. *Yn giggles.* They fight like that every morning. You’d think they hated each other until you see them cuddled up in each other’s bed at night. *She shakes her head, turning to face Christian as she holds her coffee to her lips, blowing on it.* You can shower if you’d like to, I need to get your clothes out of the dryer before you go anyways.

“Oh Adin I would love to stay, but my mother would kill me you know? But maybe I could stay until the evening? If that’s OK with you miss YN. Also, thank you so much for washing my clothes. It means a lot you know…. And thank you for allowing me to shower. I’ll be back OK guys don’t miss me too much hehe.. and Eliza for your information and I don’t have a girlfriend.. but let’s hope I’ll have one soon…hehe.”

[taegularities]

RID, i could remember some of the christmas market scenes from tobh while rereading it. and boy, don't get me started on the fic.

just when i was wondering, "where's the angst?"— the engagement ring part popped up. think it was one of the worst nights to read angst after a shitty exam. however, your face reveal made it better, princess 🎀

🕳🤸🏻‍♀️

ANYWAY, THE MAJOR CMI FLASHBACKS THAT I HAD WITH THE ''I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING FOR YOU'' SENTIMENT? ( sorry, i keep connecting your stories like a literary multiverse ) i will always do an asspull out of nowhere when it's about correlating your stories. it's like a passive little recall game for me. what can i do? the immersion is real. 🦅

i was so mad at them, by the way. more so, oc bcos the hurt stung 😭 i get her tho, but it's painful to leave a person who loves you so much. ( maybe, i hate it cuz i had done the same in the past in one way or other ? )

when people like tobh!tae exist, who never really stop loving you, it makes you question everything. every little decision. and the worst part about it is when you actually love them back. eg : tobh!oc. AAAAAA—

agony agony agony

BY THE WAY, idk if it's hidden memory or just intuition ; the accident scene rolled in right after i had thoughts of ''an accident might patch it up" LOL ( got angstier )

i liked the semi-open ending. i hope they are— together, forever and ever. it's kinda like that show : normal people. if you know what i mean? getting lost, finding each other, getting separated again. almost a cyclic phenomenon, like a command set in nature. hehe. wishing them a very happy— tales of 'how we found loopholes in our matrix' 🫶🏻

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i might end up annoying you with this, but since we are revisiting your old works , might as well say this : tae by @taegularities will always be a!oc's man for me, so it's awkward writing about him with your other ocs at times. even though, I LOVEYYYY LOVE CROWDS AROUND US. 🥹

i will soon be rereading the diary of a healing heart. see you after that, sweets  𖦹 rid, my absolute desi sweets and donut— 🎀🖇🩵.

[ passing notes : tobh has that angsty magical sense to it, where you fall in love with somebody mythical, and the forest disapproves, and you are just a girl. winters later, some enchantment works to bring you back tgt, but you don't know for how long the charms will work. and yet you give in. probably the christmas effects, lol. asspull #02 ]

hahaha where's the angst... EVERYWHERE 😂 don't know what i was on when i wrote tobh, but i remember crying for not only days, but weeks. everytime i came up with something new for it, i'd sob :')

AWH the cmi flashbacks 😭 funny even to think that tobh resided in my heart before i'd even come up with cmi. ugh, all my characters are so lovestruck, they'd really do everything for those they love :') i love it when my fics are connected though, sometimes there areee deliberate references to other fics, so a lil multiverse for sure :P yeah, we were mad at oc for sure, but it's also so… relatable? :( that's just life. and trauma? perhaps.. sorry you went through the same :(

hahaha well, you were right. the accident just made the goodbye worse :') def also one to love open or semi-open endings!! i like to hear what people think and which ending they imagine. there's something about concluding things while simultaneously leaving people questioning. i don't know the show you mentioned, but sounds like real life indeed :( fun fact, i actually once wrote a short short thing of what happens to them later lol but that will never see the light of taegularities day hahahah

you're never annoying, babe!! like ever. please do gush about my stuff 🥺 ruined tae is something else fr <3 AND OMG you read crowds around us, too? i was so in love with it back then 😭

have fun rereading tdoahh, my og fic (it was my first, but then i took it down and rewrote it). lmk your thoughts <3

ALSO THE COMPARISON WITH THE FOREST????? absolutely perfect. thank you for saying all that, love, my heart is levitating 🤍

[loversoftwentytwo]

Happy new year, Kilian.

This is just a silly letter I wrote when I was … 🤔 I forgot, sorry, the only thing I remember is I was and is deeply in love with you that I could write ten million words and more).

Hello, I probably wouldn’t know what I'm writing because I'm doing this on the day before Christmas Eve, the night where I feel the sleepiness but I still tried to stay awake, then because it wasn't too strong to do so, I finally fell asleep 💤

Thinking of this year ending soon, I should have something better than what I'm about to give, but maybe I won't be able to make it because I'm defeated by time (yes we’re on in a running race). Maybe next time. Anyways you’re reading a raw message and I hope you'll forgive me if there are a few things off (maybe it's a typo… or else).

Kilian, I have a lot of things in my head that I want to say, and then I describe them in detail so that you understand what I'm saying. I'm not that great at expressing my feelings, but one or two I can probably handle. :]

I love you that I don't even know where to start. Every time your name comes up, the first thing I think of is I love you. I love you so much I can't think of anything else other than that. You could say your name is a mantra to control all my emotions. You once said you wanted to see me angry, but to be honest, Kilian, I doubt I'll ever be able to get angry because every time I face you, all my negative emotions vanish like the wind and get buried at the bottom of the soil. I don't know maybe it can get angry, but for now, that's all that comes to mind.

By the way you’re the one who made me almost run out of metaphors to show how much I love you that I don't know what to describe it, but here is something I’ve prepared.

Congratulations, Heith D. Kilian, on being JJ’s best boyfriend! 🥁

It’s not something big heheh yet as the year draws to a close, I find myself filled with a mixture of emotions, but my main one is prayer. Prayer for your happiness and well-being, for your days to be full of light, and for your life to be paved with success. I wish for your happiness to be like a sunrise, bright and radiant, bringing warmth and light to your life and mine, to us. I want your well-being to be like a river sweeping through the mountains, pure and cleansing, leaving behind a path of serenity and peace.

I often see that we have many differences, and perhaps I have succeeded in deciphering them. Kilian, my love for you is like the sun, shining bright and empowering its warmest light. It's a fire that burns bright and never dims, always giving off the excitement and contentment that fills my heart. And then there’s your love, Kilian, your love for me—to me—is like the moon, shining softly and bathing everything in a gentle moonlight. It's a calming and peaceful presence that reminds me of your tenderness.

I think you're getting bored of reading my blabbering, so let's stop here. I'll keep a few sentences to give you next time. :] But give me a moment, please, I’m sure you know this but I’m infinitely in love and always missing you, my heart aches with every moment that we're apart, and my love grows infinitely with each passing day. The wind touches my cheeks and brings bittersweet memories of you, reminding me of the moments that we had together and making me yearn for your embrace, more, even more. I want to stay with you to experience every moment of happiness, to love you in good times and in bad, and to face the challenges together. My heart, my feelings, my love, those are for you and infinite and boundless, and I want to stay with you indefinitely (hope we can do this)

P.s. I know nothing to give but I know I love you endlessly.

Xx, JJ.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary10

this is definitely a kind of milestone. 10 of these. that's nice. over a week of my life documented. it makes me happy i think. anyways. listening to poison hands by shearing pinx right now.

today i heard some fucked up stuff. a friend who is a substitute teacher had to deal with some kids showing some other kids stuff they should not, and no one on earth should be seeing.

i feel bad about knowing this kind of thing happens. i won't really go into the thing itself, but it gives me a sense that right now being a child is basically impossible. it was already impossible when i was a kid, i think. it was impossible for me at least, cuz at 10 i basically became familiar with how people could desire me, and even if only over webcams it's basically been a thing that's been inside me since forever. i don't think there's anything we can do. because of this sense that things are inhospitable and abuse is happening in ways we can't really understand, fags (e.g. me) will be blamed for creating some kind of modern gomorrah. everyone knows it's straight people and basically mostly, if not always (and it isn't always) men.

today i did record 1 more song, super screechy, and went into current single i'm trying to get out to redo some parts. i think it's basically 97% there for real now. i meant 98% but 97% seems maybe a little better.

i also wrote a new super short thing. exciting and fun, that one's probably going to go on the album. i wrote it while my gf was on the phone with her very annoying brother who i mostly feel bad for and i'm sure i'll talk about more. he's obsessed with christmas and having kids right now and i don't want him to have kids. he wants a son, his fantasy is to take his son to the bar when he turns 21. he doesn't think he'll live past 50. i think his life is going to be longer than he wants or expects.

when i was in highschool i thought i'd be dead by now.

i vced with my friends today. we talked about alien conspiracy and galactic federation shit. very sad people a lot of the time i think. i guess. i dunno. i want to write but i feel exhausted.

i really hate but am fascinated by all this content about how the internet right now is a pit full of groomers. it feels basically and profoundly reactionary, basically about how there's things happening right now at such a scale that we cannot know, and therefore, it's prevalent everywhere. but it probably isn't. a lot of people are basically normal. normal meaning a lot i guess.

it's too complex to put here and i just want to write it in fictions and poems (lyrics (i should get closer to thinking of them as poems, they sort of are because i just sort of write whatever and try to make it fit for the short songs)) where i can eviscerate and look at remains. here it's too. i dunno. i want to feel it in my teeth. i want to write. i am spent and tired. tomorrow i want to write but i will probably record.

i love my girlfriend of course. today i was thinking about how lucky i am to have met her. she has basically saved my life. that's insane to reflect on. without her i would be trapped at home still. we need other people, to motivate us towards something, people materially around us, to hold us by our hands, enough of us around one another, we can do anything i think.

i wrote something good that i am going to stick somewhere else. you won't see it unless it gets put somewhere you can see. sorry.

i wrote more, i think i'm happier now. i'm listening to the shame by the blood brothers. the writing is at least useful, it situates something for the 2nd part and makes the 3rd part easier maybe.

i love the blood brothers. i think they're a perfect band, every band after their first is perfect i think, excluding the last which is maybe just suffering from a couple songs with weak parts but not wholly weak. i love them so much. i love so much music.

i was thinking a lot today about how in highschool, discovering a lot of this kind of post-hardcore and hardcore, with high screams and less masculine voices, stranger music and stuff, really gave me something to attach to, it's like, real androgyne music to me. i dunno. the heat and flashing of these instants of pain, the screeching boys rendered into, i dunno, whatevers, ecstatic and sprinting from ideas, it's so perfect.

i keep saying that, sorry.

i need to read more soon. so much i need to do. oh, i cooked tonight, that was nice, and it was fun but i burnt the vegetables a little and my gf finished dinner which she usually doesn't do, actually, she's usually not that hungry ever so i get it but it does hurt my feelings because it makes me think it's me and nothing else. i'm a baby i guess. i'm too sensitive. everyone said that to me since i was a kid. honestly i wish i were more sensitive.

my friend saw that cover art i was making him finally, he likes it, that makes me really happy. my friend is me and my kidney, he makes cool dance music, this new record he's working on he's trying to go in a ymo direction sort of, as well as a bit of a weird midi-(ish) fusion thing. it doesn't really sound like midi, it's beefed up and has other samples, he wants something really organic but not actually like, really performed. not for conceptual reasons, he just loves synths, you know. we all do. or he and i do, and that's part of why we became friends in hs, cuz we liked weird synth stuff. i'm excited about what he is doing right now.

anyways i should try to relax now before sleeping. my face is washed and i did all my working out. #swaggy

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 1

Hello part 1 of the prelude is up now. So Dick and Clark meet up on new years eve at a small cafe in Bluhaven To talk, Clark is nervous and Dick is anxious as they discuss what transpired during Christmas A slow moving affair between the two.

The pairing is Superman x Nightwing 

Clark

I sit here waiting for Dick he’s half hour late as I look around the busy cafe. We decided to meet here we we’re both not free to meet today. I had to pull it’s like pulling teeth just to get a day off and this is the most hectic time of the year for Dick and me him being a cop at this time of year is very chaotic.

I turned off my cell I didn’t want any distraction I sit by the window watching the snow fall. this city had the same aura as Gotham dark and old cold.

The people are the same elements in Gotham as well fast paced and hostile.

I already ordered my coffee and the waitress came back for the second time for another refill as I bit my nails as I waited for him. I gave myself a pep talk as to myself in a very low voice looking out the window.

That this is exactly what I want that no one would ever know whatever I did this is a good that this can’t ever go wrong.

Dick made me feel good he could even brighten this murky dark city of Bludhaven I could only light up in his presence.

A hard tap on the window jolted me from my nerves and thought, Dick who was tapping the window waved at me wearing his police uniform. I watched him as he entered the cafe I blush I liked him in his uniform he is so attractive in it.

“Hey.”

“Hey Dick.” He came and sat down in the booth across from me his cap on his head shielding his eyes a bit. 

We sat in silences it was long and awkward I didn’t know where to start this conversation.

“I’m sorry I’m late... “

“It’s fine I’m glad you are here.”

“I’m glad to.” Right there was a hint of a promise I don’t care how I analyse it I knew there was something for me to hold on to with him.

“Are you sure you’re happy Dick because I want you to be happy.... I want nothing but the best for you I want you to feel..”

“Clark let’s not dance.” Dick stopped me from babbling he put his hand and covered my hand to stop me from carrying on.

“I don’t think I’m dancing Dick what I’m doing is far more then dancing. I’m stepping out.” I say in a hush voice he pulled his hand away and he sat there he didn’t order anything yet.

“Can I get you anything.”

“No not right now anyway I know you're not dancing either. You gave me something that I thought I could never have in a million years. You want me the way that I want you.” People pass as he said that we we’re talking kinda of low so no one could over hear us it was so busy for new years eve people talking loud a group of woman making a fuss about there plans tonight.

“I would never let you know that I wanted you because I didn’t know you wanted me this way to. And as far as I know I had to keep my feelings about you a secret.” I said I knew we we’re ducking and hiding we didn’t want to be notice even if we are far from our homes I could sense we just wanted no smoke from anyone.

“I felt this about you all my life Clark I’ve been in love with you for so long that I am to ashamed to admit, I thought I could hide from you but when I saw last week I don’t know I just felt like something was there and I couldn’t express it with words.” Dick eyes hiding from underneath his cop cap.

Eyes that shine even in the darkest places. “Tell me how long you have felt this way about me.”

“Do’s it matter.”

“Yes.”

“A good ten plus years I had feeling for you Clark but in my world it’s been forever.” He said watching me The booth is a light sunny yellow tone and has been renovated since the eighty’s if it was not for new year eve would this place be really busy I’m not sure.

“That ‘s a long time Dick Grayson what do we do now I’m a little unsure how to go on at this point do we stay here or do we I don’t know go somewhere else what do think.” If we would go anywhere else would it be pushing it I don’t need to push anything I’m actually here with Dick that was a leap of faith not a push.

“I know you’re nervous I’m actually kinda of going through some emotions myself about this but we don’t need to go anywhere we could just stay here and talk, We don’t have to do anything we could just stay and admit we have something for each other.” Dick said which made me very relaxed about what we are actually doing here.

“I should order something.”

“Great let me order for you.”

“No Clark let me order for myself.” Dick said and looked at the menu and called the waitress over she came and left quickly.

“Have you been here before Dick.”

“No.” He said simply and cracked his knuckles it is a clear sign we are both anxious and nervous we kept looking around dodging looks from strangers. I all ways saw him smiling he didn’t have one on his face today he is pensive.

And then that’s when I saw the gold band around his finger I stared at it and he notice what I was looking at.

Dick hid his hands from my sight and put his hands underneath the table.

I took my ring off and placed it in my coat pocket he went still when I did that and bit his lip we we’re both thinking but not saying anything at that moment. 

The waitress came with Dick’s order he had a black coffee and a apple fritter donuts the waitress also refilled my coffee for the third time. He and I ate in silence the tension between us didn’t brake something was in the air but I didn’t know what.

Dick finishes his donuts and coffee and we sat in silence for awhile. “it feels like we don’t know each other we are acting like strangers.” I looked at him quickly is that what this felt like this unknown thing in the air I’m picking up.

“We are not strangers but we have not ventured to this type of road before we are friends.” I said to him he studied me. his expression is quite and thoughtful.

“We never thought of each other as friends when feeling in the way.” Dick looked at me now with no reservation he was honest and he is right.

“No Dick I never looked at you like a friend to be honest and yes I always wanted more.” As we sat here we did a lot of small talk. 

That’s when I got up I had to go someone needed my help. I had to leave and I had to leave him like this and I didn’t want to leave him I was very conflicted right now leaving incomplete like this I felt like I couldn’t think the screams got louder in my ear I lost my head I took off my glasses he held out his hand.

“What are you doing put those back on when you get somewhere safe go Clark I’ll see again will talk soon.” I left him at the cafe and I went into an alley way disrobed and took off into the sky as I heard him murmuring.

“I will wait.”  

End of part 1 part 2 is next

Thank you for reading. 

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

@cateyedfox36 replied to your post “What songs will Weird Al parody on his next albums?”

I'm so sorry people made you embarrassed to sincerely like something. He's a great guy

I have a lot of the same aesthetic issues with him that I do with Gershwin or Cole Porter (or, really, a lot of 'popular' composers and lyricists who are still considered in some way "artists" by the public), except that with Al I had the added advantage of some particular memories that no one else in the world would have.

The memory is this: when I was a kid, some friends and I would spend a lot of time making silly voice recordings on a computer, and by chance I discovered that I could imitate Al's voice surprisingly well. I also, almost accidentally, found that I could imitate imitating his voice. So there are voice recordings from when I was 13 years old or so that are, like, 'imitation of Al imitating of Al' and so on, until you get to one that's just Al singing the entirety of "I Lost On Jeopardy." It was a surreal experience when I first heard it because it sounded like Al, except that I had been the one singing him.

The other memory was that of the first Weird Al CD I got, which had a track on it called "The Night Santa Went Rampaging" (it was a 90s track, from before Al made "White & Nerdy"). [1] It's not a particularly good song, but the gimmick is that it consists entirely of endlessly repeated phrases from Christmas carols and holiday songs, except that these are all very minor changes (or at least seem that way) from the originals. Listening to it with your eyes closed creates this unique, hypnotic sense of déjà vu. I remember being dazed after hearing it, like it had etched itself into my memory in some permanent way.

You may ask: how do you know you have no sense of humor when you find this stuff funny? There's also a line on the same album that goes "Pete Townshend has really let himself go," which is literally just a rhyme of his name with "let myself go" that doesn't add anything. But I think the key is that the point was not the joke, it was the vocal quality, the cadence, and the underlying melody. I could try to find examples of the sound effects that give me an especially powerful sense of deja vu, but, well, I've already waded through 40 seconds of "Bowling Song" twice trying to find the right clip and failed, because the one good thing is that it's impossible to find clips from the album because all of them are 20 second loops.

Anyway, this is probably just a reflection of the fact that I have a lot of ideas that are unique to me, some of which happen to be similar to ideas that pop culture has and that some other people find "funny." This is not me being "different" or "hip," it's just me having weird ideas. But I guess I'm the only one who can hear them because, you know, I'm the only one with my neurons in my head.

[1] (The song in question is, in fact, not about Santa going on a rampage. It's about, like, less weird stuff. Every so often the weirdness is turned back on, though, like "Come on, have you ever thought about the implications of Rudolph's nose? He was the first guy in the world with a guy-tail. He was so happy." There's a thematic interlude in the middle called "The Polka," which contains the line "I'd like to see him in the Claus sack" and some lines about something called a "Polkasaurus." There is a coda to the song, which I think is only on the actual CD, that deals with Santa saying things like "There were no polkas this year" and "Where's the polkasaurus . . . I mean, where's the present?" and gets more and more weird.)

[youthofpandas]

okay let's go this is going to be a lot of demisin. if you combine Everything I’ve written about them it’s at like 30k words which is a lot For Me who hasn’t written anything in ages. Now if only I could finish them… Also most of these aren't written with the intention of ever being posted they're for my besties (aka like three friends who have put up with months of me being the "this is the 7th week in a row you've shown demisin WIPs in class" meme [sorry guys for that. ily] and also. any of my other friends who have ever asked. thank you) which tbh really makes it so much easier to write… ANYWAYS this is such a wall of text I'm so sorry

Going to start with the only one I am hoping to post (the goal is to finish it by December but let's not expect that to really happen). one of my favorite silly indulgent tropes of all time.... fake dating! yay <3, Sinclair's parents are like hey what got you out of your depression state you were in for a while where you almost dropped out of college and being himself goes on a very gay little ramble about Demian where they assume that they are dating. Ask him to invite him over for Christmas so they can meet the guy who saved their dear Emil's schooling. Emil freaks and cannot say no, when he tells Demian apologizing like crazy Demian is like oh ho ho well I don't celebrate the holiday I'll be free let me be your boyfriend for the day. (guy who has been in love with his stupid best friend for years finally does something a bit selfish) anyways. the happy couple goes on to lie their way through christmas eve and day as Emil has a continuous breakdown over the fact he is really enjoying dating his best friend (in this universe he has somehow someway managed to never put the pieces together that he's in love up until now. I told myself I would put all of the 'lame' and 'fanfic-y' tropes in this fic to contain them so it's really like that) uh they share a bed, they kiss under the mistletoe that Emil's sisters put up just to get at him, Demian is an amazing fake boyfriend aside from the fact he is unable to get his hands off of Emil because he is well aware that this is a limited time event. Current favorite part: Demian telling Emil to simply imagine that they are in love and to act on it freely and Emil immediately is thinking (nods) oh okay i want to make out with you right now.

the fate au which will never get posted mostly because there is too much plot with the holy grail war I do not want to write I just want to write the master Emil and servant Demian dynamics of falling fast and hard and living a life full of heavy expectations and expecting this servant person to be ready for battle and desperate to win and instead Demian treats him with so much love that it is breaking Emil to experience it. The limited time the compulsion to wish for love the looking up at the stars and feeling connected through their distance while appearing so close together. instead of growing up and being launched into a world war my man is summoning a servant to join the holy grail war. also mana transfer. which I will not write but like it's a fate au i mean you gotta think about it right. uh what else oh Kromer is here in this one they try to kill each other so bad. She has the berserker servant who, for the laughs, is Cain from the bible. Demian is of course a caster servant. Current favorite part: Emil after summoning Demian and is on the verge of passing out calls out to him thinking he is an angel and then it all goes black. The entire summoning scene in general I like a lot

the modern au which doesn't have a plot it's just the general dumping ground for any... modern setting..... things which hey. hasn't contradicted itself yet. this one has everything from them playing pikmin together to Demian coming over to Emil's shitty little place he's living in for college (Emil has gotten out of the year of darkness only recently so things are still looking real bad) which has a wall full of sketches and paintings he's done and they all uhm. you know now that he looks at them they all kind of look like Demian. Which Demian is delighted in. a different bit where they are in an actual relationship and Emil being Emil accidentally proposes marriage. like 5 weeks into the relationship. To his credit Demian does accept because he is equally weird. Current favorite part: I just really like getting to write them be in an established relationship, they're soft. cuddling on the couch with demian reading a book and emil holding onto him from behind and letting demian read anything interesting out loud to him. very cute. sometimes you need the happiness

Assorted ideas like the vampire fic (yay Emil weird dreams about the corruption of sin and a desire to be damned and also get bitten and ripped apart by Demian) the book fic (yay Emil weird dreams about being a book and getting read) the Angel fic (yay Emil weird dreams about— jk no this one isn’t a dream but it feels like one.) uuuuh there’s some other ones I can’t think of off the top of my head and probably going to me more soon

Random identity and ego stories (yes I’m just making up the idea of ego stories because I can’t draw but need content. sue me) for some of my most wanted alts ! I’ve written R Corp and could probably be convinced to share that one if anyone cared + I’m writing a Dream of a Black Swan ego thing rn as well. I have some more identity stories in mind like W Corp and maybe if I get really self indulgent a church of the gears one or an index one (love to put him in a cult I guess???). For ego things I want to write Rudolta Sinclair and uuuh maybe some others they’re not coming to me right now. These are short and easy to write so I really should get on them more

also I guess I'm writing beneath the wheel fics now. i did not see this in my future but I guess I'm here now writing about finding reasons to stay alive and love saving us. I’m like 2k into a “fix it”/happy ending fic and all I’ve written so far is Hans being miserable but like it’s fine I’ll certainly remember to write the comfort part of it soon. probably. Hans is unfortunately just like me fr fr and we are going to work through things TOGETHER

Kris! Friend! You are so wonderfully creative! Please share more of your ideas (if your comfortable of course) I know we all love hearing them! Hope you are well and remembering to take care of yourself! Enjoy your Damien/Sinclair !!!! You deserve it!

thank you mystery anon my beloved! creative ;-; thank u that means a lot.... i love you and hope you know you always brighten up my day and I think you're a lovely person <3 I'll reblog this and go on a really big ramble in a second (however long it takes me to write it up) bc it's gonna be super long and I'm way too embarrassed to have it end up in the normal search :p just like thank you so much for you and everyone else who's been so sweet to me about the brain worms i have about them i love you guys <3