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oofmybad · 1 month ago

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Ankles

synopsis: you and your girlfriend, billie, take the lazy morning gently. the sweet moment slowly progresses into something more passionate. based off the song ‘ankles’ by lucy dacus.

warnings: billie x reader, fluffy smut, sub-ish billie x dom-ish reader, soft switch vibes, lowercase intended

🎶“Help me with the crossword in the mornings

You are gonna make me tea

Gonna ask me how did I sleep…

And take me like you do in your dreams” 🎶

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laying on your left side in fetal position, you reach out your right hand and pat the bed in search for your girlfriend’s body - but no luck. you huff in dissapointment and peel one of your eyes open to ensure she isn’t in bed with you.

��billie…?” you call out into the abyss. no reponse. dissapointed, you roll over and pad out of bed, heading towards your en suite bathroom. now stood in front of the mirror over the sink, your eyes finally open all the way and you trill your lips at the messy sight in front of you. your hair is sticking up in every direction, and you have sleep in the corners of your eyes. you lean down to the sink and splash your face with cold water - ridding your face of the signs of your recent slumber.

next, you swipe toothpaste onto your electric toothbrush head and push it itno your pouting mouth. a few minutes go by and you spit out the foam, splashing your face with water once again. this time, you delicately lather mousiturizer across your face using your middle and ring fingers on both of your hands. satisfied by your slightly improved appearance, you grab your hairbrush out of the cabinet and comb through the knots that have accumulated on your head. to keep any from returning, you braid your hair loosely - swinging it behind you once you’re done.

slowly walking your way back to the bed, you tap your phone and check the time. you note that it’s saturday, so you decide to get back into bed instead of making it - soaking the day off work. tucked up once again, you reach into the draw at the top of your nightstand and pull out your little book of crosswords. opening the book to the page bookmarked with a pen, you grab your reading glasses and slide them up your nose.

five or ten minutes pass of you periodically writing in letters into the appropriate boxes, your pen rhythmically tapping against the page when you’re not writing. you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door coming from the far end of the bed, and in walks billie holding two mugs.

“good morning, pretty girl” billie approaches you, holding out the turquoise mojave glaze mug in front of you, “how’d you sleep?”

“thank you” you mumble sleepily, smiling at billie. looking down, you notice that billie made you your favorite - a chai latte. “ugh, you’re the best!... i slept good, missed you when i woke up, though.” you say.

billie simply laughs and clambers into bed next to you, careful not to spill any of her chamomile tea. “whatcha got there?” she asks you, pointing at your book with her nose.

“i just have one left now, i’ve been tryna get it for days” you say, blowing into your mug and holding out the book in front of billie so that she can see the clue.

“claustrophobic” billie states plainly.

“what?”

“claustrophobic, that’s the answer” she reiterates. you pull the book back in front of you, counting the word into the boxes in your mind.

“fuck! how did you get that so fast? i’ve been trying for ages” you ask exaserbated, a pout on your lips.

“beginner’s luck?” billie feigns with a wince-smile on her face.

“grrr, do you have to be so good at everything?!” you grumble as you hand billie the pen to write in the answer.

billie mouthes the word ‘claustrophobic’ as she writes it, clearly making sure she spells it correctly. now that the crossword is complete, billie snaps the book shut - sure to mark the next page with the pen, though.

as she places the book on her nightstand, she puts her mug down too. she turns around and straddles your hips with you sat upright underneath her. billie goes in to tickle your sides teasing, “don’t be a grump” with a laugh.

“ah! billie, i’m gonna spill this on you!” you yelp, not wanting to burn her with the hot coconut milk. you bring the mug up to meet your pursed lips and take a big sip so that the level is lower in the cup - less likely to spill. “mmmm, baby. so good” you say, the spicy cinnamon-y warmth soothing your throat and lift your eyes to meet hers.

“yeah? i’m glad” she replies, leaning in to peck your lips. you continue to take sips as billie remains on your lap just drawing shapes against your sides.

“that still tickles, bil.”

“i know” billie responds with a cheeky grin, her gaze never leaving your tummy. “quit it” you huff, using your free hand to capture her wrist. but since billie has two free hands, she continues her antics using her other hand.

“why’re you so clingy today?” you coo at her. billie’s eyes shoot up to meet yours, a look of embarassment adorning her features as her hands retreat. “it’s cute, baby. i’m just curious” you reassure her.

“i just love you extra this morning” billie says, taking the nearly empty mug out of your grasp and placing it on your bedside table. billie grabs hold of both of your arms and throws them around her waist as she leans down into your body. you chuckle at her actions, but follow her implications nonetheless. as she nuzzles into your neck, you leave a soft kiss against hers making her giggle and move her head to give you better access.

following her cue, you leave another kiss on her neck, this time your lips linger - the kiss now open and wet. you stroke your tongue against her collarbone, nibbling against the bone for just a second. billie’s shoulder jerks at this and she lets out a little gasp. you laugh into her skin and mumble “ohhh, i see why you’re so clingy”, billie’s intentions obvious to you now.

your hands unclasp from around her body and grasp onto her sides, tickling billie now. she leans back, cackling, and you lean forward with her - your body chasing after her own.

“stop!…please!” billie yells amidst a laugh. “karma, my love” you continue to tickle her but soon stop to allow her to catch her breath - both of your laughter matching. once her breathing returns back to normal, you pull billie up against you and your lips meet. you two passionately make out, your mouths moving slowly, but deepening by the second. one of your hands reaches up to stroke billie’s cheek as you pull away from the kiss.

billie leans her forehead against yours and whispers into you, “touch me, please.”

you smile at her words and the hand that is against her waist snakes round to pet her core - only covered by her underwear. “you’re so wet baby, you need me badly, huh?”

billie doesnt say anything, but she nods and uses her own hand to mirror your actions. with her hand now cupping your clothed pussy, your breath hitches from the new feeling. desire is now swirling between the two of you - both of you waiting to take the full step, wanting to feel the sweet longing a little longer.

billie begins to grind her hips against your hand, her need starting to become overwhelming, so you move your fingers with her - still touching her over her panties. “please” billie breathes out.

“i know, my love” you coo, your right hand still stroking her cheek. you use your left hand to move the fabric to the side and tease her entrance with your middle and ring finger. billie takes a deep breath in and reaches her own hand down underneath your underwear. both of you push your fingers into eachother at the same time, your heavy breathing is fanning against each others faces.

“baby...” you gasp. billie reaches her free hand to cradle your neck as she kisses it. her actions urge you to create a rhythm with your fingers - you pushing in deeper and more regularly, now. billie follows your lead and reciprocates the action. soon, you’re both breathing into eachothers’ mouths and grinding against the other’s hand.

billie’s hips start to move more vigourously, her body being free-er than yours - allowing you to place your thumb against her clit.

“ungh!” billie moans out at the added pressure. you feel her walls clench around your fingers, causing you to let out a breathy moan in your girlfriend’s ear.

“keep riding my fingers, baby. you’re doing so well” you whisper into her shoulder, lightly biting down on it. your words add to billie’s pleasure. “i want you to cum with me” she says, her forhead rested on your shoulder, as she begins to focus on her fingers inside you. she moves her touch so that her fingers are hooking onto your g-spot and her thumb is circling against your clit.

billie’s touch makes your arm stutter, both of you approaching your peak rapidly, so she begins to grind harder against your hand to compensate for your halted movements.

“i’m gonna cum, my love. cum with me” billie says as she pulls her head back and makes longing eye contact with you. “cum on my fingers, baby” you say back, meeting her gaze, your thumb continues to stroke her cheek.

the two of you keep grinding your hips against eachother’s hands as you simultaneously reach your climax. “uhh fuck!” billie moans, louder than before. “my preety baby, you feel so good” you soothe her.

after a few moments, the two of you come down from your orgasms, your hips slowing with each rocking motion. now frozen, billie lets her body fall on top of yours, both of your fingers still inside one another. you use your free hand to hold her waist as your thumb stokes the dip of her spine.

“i love you… so much” billie mumbles into you, her breath fanning your neck.

“i love you more” you reply, guiding billie’s body up slightly so that you can pull your fingers out of her - wanting only to comfort her now.

#billie eilish #billie #lesbian #billie eilish fic #billie eilish x y/n #billie x reader #billie x you #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish smut #billie eilish blurb #spotify #lucy dacus

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walkingstackofbooks · 13 days ago

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We all know Richard and Amsha were awful parents in DBIP, but here are some things that stuck out to me when I re-watched it:

(You may recognise this as a series of posts I made last year - sorry, I just found them and wanted to collect them all in one place! 😊)

1. Richard's insecurity over Julian's enhancements

Over time, I've come to assume that this was more in my head than in canon. But not, it's right there on the screen and it makes me furious. A long time ago, I mused that Julian's image of himself as "unnatural" might have come from the unknowing, offhand comments of playground bullies, but actually... from these conversations, I think Richard himself could well have described Julian's intelligence as "unnatural" during his childhood.

"We're not as bright as he is. We don't have your gifted intellect so we can't see the perfectly obvious." "You're so smart. You know so much that you can stand there and judge us. But you're still not smart enough to see that we saved you from a lifetime of remedial education and underachievement!"

He just cannot stand Julian being able to hold his own in an argument. His own intelligence is such a point of pride that he cannot allow his son to be smarter than him, despite him literally desigining Julian that way. He claims that genetic enhancements are nothing to be ashamed of - that, if anything Julian's "a little more" human for them - yet he's constantly putting Julian down for using his intellet in any way that Richard disagrees with. ("You could've done research back on Earth. I told you that five years ago." AS THOUGH JULIAN DIDN'T KNOW THAT.)

2. Richard's arguing tactics

It managed to surprise me, somehow, how it really is Richard instigating the arguments, with Julian making sarcastic reponses for as long as he can before he resorts to yelling. In both conversations, however, once Julian starts shouting it's made to seem like he's the one being unreasonable. And honestly, I don't think it's an overstatement to call it gaslighting.

In the first conversation, when Julian storms out, Richard calls after him "No, let him go. He can barely stand to be in the same room with us!" - implying that there's no good reason why Julian should want to leave (there is), and that it's Julian's fault for getting angry with them, rather than being based on their actions. He also repeatedly twists Julian's words, making them into attacks against him, implying that Julian is selfish and thoughtless ("We could go to prison, Jules. Have you ever thought about that?") in a way that's either completely unevidenced -- or, again, dismissive of any grounds Julian might have even if it were true. (RICHARD: You don't trust us? AMSHA: He didn't say that, Richard. RICHARD: No, but that's what he meant, isn't it? You think we're going to slip up, say the wrong thing, get us all in trouble.)

Later on, when they're discussing what they're going to do about the reveal, Richard tells Julian "You'd better change that attitude right now if you want to hang on to your career!" and "Well you'd better grow up right now or you're going to lose everything!". At this point, Julian's made it quite clear that he doesn't want to go through the courts, yet Richard insists on continuing to portray this as something Julian needs to do for himself, rather than something that Richard wants to do. And Julian calls him out on it -- "You mean, you're going to lose everything"... But how many arguments did he have to try to fight as a child before he learnt to spot Richard's blame is misplaced?

Other rotten implications in this scene:

the idea that Julian's being childish for taking the decision to resign form Starfleet rather than fight any judgement that came his way (it's not);

that even his "gifts" don't make him as clear-sighted and smart as Richard (gah, see part 1);

and through it all, again, that he's the one being unreasonable.

3. Amsha's manipulations

Oh, she's just awful. First off, it was really noticeable how much she forces Julian to hug or touch her -- the first scene in Sisko's office, in particular, when he's so clearly uncomfortable.

And then she tries to make herself into this mediator, but she's not a good one. She loves Richard -- she talks about his stacks of drawings like their endearing, she's very affectionate with him, and while she will say something if she thinks he's going to far, I don't think it's necessarily because she disagrees with him, but because she knows how he said it will send Julian away. But she also is, in a way, happy to make out that Richard is the "bad parent" to keep her position as the neutral, loving parent intact. She makes Richard 'apologise', she takes none of the blame for the genetic engineering -- once again, I am going to call this behaviour gaslighting. Amsha is constantly manufacturing this image of her own reasonableness and love for Julian as opposed to his father's tendency to fly off the handle, and this is supposed to absolve her of any reponsibility she has for neglecting Julain's needs.

In my view, Amsha only interested in making Julian return her "love" for him (and to a lesser extent, Richard's too). In that second conversation, she initially makes a small plea for him to "listen to his father" (causing Julian to physically move away from her hand on his shoulder) -- and then allows them to continue with their argument, until it gets to the point where Julian implies they're both unloving. Her anger clearly takes Julian aback; she's the one here who attacks his feelings as unreasonable and makes him back down into silence. And then her entire argument is all about her feelings. To paraphrase: "Watching you struggle made me feel bad."

Then she says this: "You can condemn us for what we did. You can say it's illegal or immoral or whatever you want to say, but you have to understand that we didn't do it because we were ashamed, but because you were our son and we loved you."

i.e: "I know you think it was wrong, and I'll even let you say that, but you are not allowed to think that we don't love you."

And if Julian has to believe that his parents' motive was their love for him, then, actually... is he really allowed to condemn them? Or is that just lip service, again, to make Amsha sound reasonable and accommodating?

4: Their 'apologies'

Both times after they argue, his parents then approach him to apologise/make amends. I've always previously assumed this was abnormal for them due to the situation, but I'm starting to wonder if actually this was quite a regular pattern that Julian grew up with. Both his parents clearly want to see themselves as "good people", and so I can imagine them feeling the need to make these lip-service apologies that --presumably, if he's made these same arguments to them before -- end up meaning very little.

Did he learn as a child that shouting was the only way to get them to listen, if only for a little while? Is he used to apologies lasting only for a short while before his parents return to the status quo?

There are imo a number of factors leading to his unusually impassioned defence of his father in the final scene, but I think this could play into it. Agreeing to go to prison is the kind of apology Richard can't just take back a few days/weeks/months later when he starts to remember how 'unreasonable' Jules was being and wonder why he agreed to it when he was in the right. I can imagine one of Julian's first thoughts being "what happens when he changes his mind?"

(Also, it has to be mentioned how shit an apology the first one was. "It's a stressful time for all of us and maybe I said some things I shouldn't have." MAYBE?? Fuck you. Really.)

[Heading towards headcanon territory: Amsha's behaviour, as previously discussed, is another reason why I wouldn't be surprised if the argument-apology model was frequent, because whether or not she's consciously aware of her manipulation, it's an excellent way to control Julian's feelings. It gives her the power of being the mediator; it puts Julian in the position of either accepting it and showing forgiveness, or sounding unreasonable. We never see his actual reaction to their 'apology', but we know they don't think there's anything too unusual about the hologram simply standing there - and Amsha feels quite at ease to reward her unresponsive 'son' with a kiss. Idk, but it seems like they expect Julian to reluctantly accept their apology, and even if he doesn't, they're now in position to absolve themselves of any reponsibility because 'at least we tried'.]

5: Their disregard for Julian's wants

I feel like the previous points have covered this to an extent, but there's a big one which, previously, I've managed to overlook.

At the end of the second conversation, Amsha, in all her reasonableness, finally seems to start listening to Julian. She's shared her feelings, assured him they love him, and asks him "What do you want to do?", to which he, of course, responds with a weary "Nothing".

AND THEN THEY COMPLETELY DISREGARD THIS.

AND THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE BASIS FOR JULIAN'S FORGIVENESS OF THEM?!

I mean, luckily for Julian, it worked out. But they had no basis to assume that Sisko could do anything, and they had no right to go behind Julian's back in the way that they did!

And this is something I've said before, but I also HATE how it's framed that Richard is going to prison "in exchange" for Julian's career. Why should Julian have to bear any of the responsibility for Richard going to prison, when it was Richard's choice to do something illegal that carries a prison sentence? But as it is, Julian would presumably be portrayed as unreasonable if, after this 'sarifice', he didn't forgive his parents and 'accept their love'. Gahhhhhhh. It's just another, horrible manipulation -- and while I don't believe his parents had that much power over how it played out, they must have been going into Sisko's office with some sort of similar agenda on the cards.

["He pleads guilty to illegal genetic engineering and in exchange you stay in the service."

Writing this post, and thinking about this quote, has started me wondering how exactly the conversation went down, because "I'll come quietly if you let him stay in Starfleet" isn't exactly a flex. Unless, of course, Richard has threatened to make this a very embarrassing, public, courtroom drama for Starfleet if the plea deal isn't made -- exactly the type of fuss Julian explicitly didn't want.

I know that Sisko's very good at making his case, and it might all have been his influence. But I can't help wondering if that was the only reason "Richard pleading guilty" would be seen as a good enough reason to acquit Julian, when whether he did or not, they now have evidence of his wrongdoing.]

#richard and amsha's a++ parenting #my trek musings #julian bashir #julian meta #wsb

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cindol · 1 year ago

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IT’S A BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

Portgas D. Ace x black fem reader

꒰͡ 𐙚 ͡꒱ syn — inviting your ex rockstar boyfriend over isn’t such a bad idea, right?

wc: 3409 words (3K words)

17+!

tw— funny/corny banter(deal with it!!), smut, ex bf ace, slight unfaithfulness, ace signs a woman’s titties, oral(woman receiving), fingering, cum eating, dick riding,creaming,

a/n: was suppose to be based on Olivia Rodrigo’s song Vampire but the plot shifted lol !

a cheeky look was on y/n’s face as she looked at the contact on her phone. Her finger was hovering over the call button from the contact “🔥❌❗️”. For the first time in a long time she felt needy, as embarrassing as it was for her to say. It didn’t make sense, she was a very thirsted woman in the media, always having some random or underground rapper in her dms trying to hit on her but still she was lonely and it was all Portgas D. Ace’s fault.

Even after the months following their breakup she still wanted him whether she wanted to admit it or not. Many men couldn’t keep up with her humor or banter the way the cocky rockstar did. He always could respond on time to her sass leaving her bashful and silent. But even with a relationship so balanced they had their issues and it was unsurprising, having two cocky people in a relationship would cause issues. Issues like Ace always being so comfortable with his inappropriate fans, signing their tits and encouraging their behavior made y/n livid and even fuming when seeing how little he cared. It always turned to y/n doing petty things in response and it’s what led to the breakup itself.

Even still after they broke up being the woman y/n was, she still subbed him in anything, always posting a pretty picture of herself with some petty caption that the public could figure out was about her ex rock lover and in reponse ace did the same. Posting corny tweets along the lines of,”she still wants me, yeah I can tell baby they don’t call me the fire rock for nothing 😎🔥” it doesn’t help the fact the two still have each other’s numbers so they argue to the max in messages.

The arguing never stays PG too. Always going to arguments of calling him cocky to borderline flirting. It came to a halt this Saturday evening as her finger hovered on the call button on his contact. She was stuck between giving him the awaiting call since she hasn’t talked to him in over 9 months or keep playing it safe in messages. She bit her lip,”fuck it.” She’ll bite. Pressing the call button she put her phone to her ear. She heard the dial up sound and then what sounded like a pick up on his end and a deep lazy chuckle.”The princess finally calls for her rock.” The line was corny but made her wanna chuckle as she did an eye roll and small smile.”Well a lady shouldn’t even be doing the call first, just did it because I knew you ain’t have it in you to call first.” The sound he spat out was the mix of a laugh and scoff.”Let's go with that baby, sure. I’m just glad to have this awaited call with you.”

She made a soft hum at that.”I’m sure you were.” He chuckled and snorted. She could by that lazy chuckle he was in the position she always saw him in but needed a visual.”what are you even doing right now? Sounds like you’re just on your ass.”

“I’m just laying down.” She huffed.”more details please?” Ace could tell she was in that mood, he could tell with the short breathed huff she made and how quick she said her sentence so he delivered what she needed in a lazy voice.” ‘m laid up on my couch, slouched with my legs spreaded, one hand resting on the arm of the couch with my other hand holding my phone to my ear.” Manspreading, she nearly made a moan. She wished she could see him manspreading in action.

Ace noticed her breathing noises into the phone and shook his head smiling. He was affecting her sooner than he thought.”Now how bout you tell me what you’re doing since you’re making these deep breaths.” His quip got her by surprise but she responded.”Well right now, I’m just chilling. I’m laying on my stomach with my legs kicked up and shit.. not like you and that man spreading.”

A loud laugh erupted in her ear.��please princess, you love me man spreading, driving you crazy you can’t see it though don’t it?” She shivered a bit at his response and took a deep breath before regaining control again.”as much as you’d like to see me in those pretty outfits I’ve always worn for you ace?” When she said that it was like a flashback when she was wearing and modeling all the sexy lingerie she had in black and red for him while he watched.

By his lack of response she could tell she had him.” ‘member the fire colored lingerie and even the bikini’s ace?” She was speaking in a soft tone now making him sweat but he wouldn’t give in too soon.``well let’s talk about the now yeah? Those little bikini’s were fucking hot but what is your pretty little self wearing now?” She giggled at how he switched the conversation.``right now I’m just in some yoga pants and a white tank top, something simple really.” He put the phone away from him for a bit and groaned before placing it back to his ear. He could imagine her body in some yoga attire, seeing her ass in some stretchy yoga pants made him lick his lips.

She checked her nails.”How about you?” He shrugged.”Just a pair of jeans as usual, you know me baby.” SHe raised a brow.”And that hat?” He gave her a ‘mhm’. She was familiar with his hat, not because it was a big staple of his wardrobe and who he was but from past personal experience.

The two sighed thinking of each other now.

“Ace..”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna see you tonight, come over.. please.” He could hear the hitch in your voice and made a soft laugh.”You'll see me when you see me tonight princess.” With that he hung up leaving y/n wanting even more, in her luck he sent her a photo of his lap, the background was the inside of his jeep. She was looking forward to this night

Ace didn’t know how long it took him to be in front of y/n’s door but it couldn’t have taken long with how fast he got here right after their call ended. It surprised y/n when he showed up at her door in 30 minutes. Looking through her door hole she saw him in all his glory. She was truthfully a bit nervous to open her door to him but make a sharp breath and opened it, finally seeing his full body in front of her since the months they broke and were apart made her remember how tasty he looked, to his cowboy hat, black hair down to his beaded red necklace, naked chest and dark blue jeans. The set smirk on his face as he looked down on her wasn’t any better also.

She squeezed her thighs and put a hand on her hip as she saw him staring her down the exact same way she was staring at him.”Are you looking at something rockstar?” He snapped out of it for a second looking at her face then back to her body. The lilac silk shiny robe she had matched her perfectly and hugged her body just right, looking at her chest he could see she was wearing this robe without anything under it. His stare went back to her round face looking at two toned lips and brown eyes then her 4C hair in two puffs.”I’m definitely looking alright.” He leaned on the door a bit, making her just chuckle and shake her head at his little antics.”you’re too much ace, c'mon in.” Stepping away she entered back inside with ace following inside and closing the door.

When looking around everything was so familiar. Turning to see the red velvet couch he always saw in her living he smirked at the memory they shared on it.”takes me back, the nice memories on that love couch mhm..” he said it in a soft tone with his hands in his pockets just making y/n scoff and laugh.”you and I both know the only memories we shared on that couch were sweaty nasty hot ones.” He just scratched his neck humming as if to show he couldn’t argue on that.

Y/n stepped forward to him wrapping her arm around his wrist“Now c'mere, we got a lot to talk about Mm yeah?” She said it in that seducing accent, they both should know they were absolutely getting no serious talking done once she led Ace up her brown wooden stairs.

Once the two got inside her room on top of y/n’s bed their lips were smushed together. The tension they felt from their texts, the call and all the way downstairs was coming out finally. they separated with a string of saliva and a gasp from y/n while Ace took a sharp breath.``what about our talk?” Ace teased but y/n sucked her teeth.”fuck the talk.” With that ace went along to unbutton his jeans and threw them off somewhere. Y/n was on her way to doing the same with her robe till Ace grabbed her wrist.”nah let me, wanna see all of you unravel.” She giggled.”Nothing you haven’t seen already, just a little pudge added.” He just made a cackle at her saying that.”more for me.” He said it in a starved raspy tone making her snort more.

Once his hands went to the long strings holding her robe together and unwrapped them y/n felt this sudden bashfulness come. It wasn’t that she was shy of him seeing her body in so long, just that it changed from last he saw. Her cheeks are more round, breast more fuller and stomach having more pudge including her thighs being more thick. She looked away from his stare. She couldn’t tell if it was a good stare or a bad one.”If you wanna end this we easily can, I can easily find some discarded dildo if you’re not feeling all this.”

He just stared her down making a humming tone. Shd hated it when he did that, it always left her in suspense. Grabbing her chin for her to look up at him he then did a toothy grin and put his own hat on her head.”don’t doubt my abilities baby, I was raised like a good boy. I know how to handle some pudge.” Once her robe then fell off her body revealing her bare naked body, an amused noise came out from his lips. He gripped her hips with his strong hands, making her gasp.”plus I think ya look good, motherly. Might even dump some good kids in ya!” She made a pout, slapping his arm at that.

Letting go of her for just a second he pulled down his boxers letting his dick flop out. Y/n’s eyes peered down, staring at it looking so dumbfounded, making him laugh and pat her head.”Nothing new for you baby, I think you can take it all just like every other time right?” She dumbly just nodded. Flinging off his boxers somewhere he turned his full attention to his ex girlfriend. He gripped her jaw giving her a heated kiss.”No playing games anymore, I’m gonna give you everything you’ve been missing for 9 months, understand?” She just stared at him, no words coming out from his switch up from cocky to serious. She nodded up at him, making him grin at her understanding.

Now sitting on the bed he patted his lap.”Now c'mere.” Crawling over she stared at his lap for a second, eyeing his dick.”Not like it’s gonna bite ya, cmon.” She gulped sitting on his lap but not exactly on his dick a flush was on brown cheeks when he abruptly parted her legs not even wasting time. He put his own fingers in his mouth before inserting two inside her.”oh?” When he moved his fingers around there was a small squelching noise, already wet even before everything.``Needy even before we started?” His other hand multitasked with squeezing her brown mound. She made a soft whimper, nodding.”t-those calls and texts are something y’know? Got me all worked up and shit..”

He was pleased with the effect he had on both her body and mind, he needed to hear more and her exact thoughts too.”yeah? Tell me baby, how’d I make you feel with the texts and calls?” The thrust of his fingers had a steady pace making her arch against his chest.”m-mmph! Got me so needy, even when we were arguing I couldn’t stop thinking of you… you were my ah…! Every thought and in my dreams.” He gave a sharp thrust making her moan out.”What kind of dreams?” She let out what sounded like the mix of a cry and moan.”my wet dreams! You were in my wet dreams!”

He did that familiar hum, something she would be hearing all night.”exactly what I like to hear.” His fingers thrusting pace changed, going from steady to a more fast beat making her throw her head back and whine. He placed soft smooth kisses on her neck.”know my baby’s been needy.. all the texts and fighting back, just let go for me.” He cooed into her ear making her nod, making impatient “mhm!”’s. He added 2 more fingers into her hot snatch.”It's okay though, gonna make it worth your while now.” All that was heard between the two was breathy moans, whispering, kissing and the squelch of her pussy as he jerked his four fingers inside of her.

a sudden gasp came from her as she gripped his wrist.”ace! Gonna cum!” He smirked, moving his fingers faster.”yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers baby?” She frantically nodded her head.”cum” with that one word she creamed on his fingers with a yell. Coaxing her out her orgasm he rubbed her back as her head laid against the front of his shoulder with a bashful lusty look on her face, it was cute really till ace ruined her fun time. Laying her down on the bed he stood up in front of her.”we’re not done yet baby, still got a lot to show you and prove through those texts right?” She softly whimpered in response, looking still with hooded eyes at his taller figure.

Taking her legs in both hands he placed them on his strong shoulders doing a wide eyed big grin peering down at her. She made a weak chuckle from her first argument, trying to humor him a bit.”we’re excited tonight, your first time in a while getting good cooter or something?” He made a small “tch” with a laugh mixed at her quip.”Speaking of cooter,” he lifted her body a bit, getting her comfortable for his feast.”I recall you doubting my abilities, yes? Something like..” he caught by surprise doing a strip lick of her pussy then continuing his talk.”I can’t handle it right? I can’t handle your cooter or something?” Gasping from the first lick and still recovering from the whiplash she didn’t respond as quickly, making him give her a spank on the pussy. That made her whimper and cry out.”y-yes I said that ace!” He gave her another lick getting her sensitive with each one.”Then I think I should prove you wrong, yes? Because you just were obviously talking out your mouth from being depraved for so long baby.” She made a simple nod looking at him with brown eyes.

Gripping her thighs which were placed on his shoulders he bent his head down digging in. His mouth practically made out with her pussy, tonguing her clit and even getting her fat lips wet while she cried out and moaned gripping her sheets. He sucked and licked at her with such a sloppy roughness making her hands go from the sheets to gripping his jet black hair, not that he minded. The more she gripped just means he was doing fantastic. Even with her plea’s he knew she just wanted more.”Mmph! Gonna cum ace! Please!” She exclaimed in a shout but his mouth stayed on her. With no surprise she embarrassingly creamed inside his mouth making him get off and just swallow smiling, making an ‘aah’ sound and her show a brown tinted blush on her cheeks.”so indecent..“. “You love my indecentness though.” She knew she couldn’t argue and made a soft sigh.

Staring down at his lower body she could see his dick was up and ready. Even from just now creaming on his face she made a smirk at it.”morning wood?” She joked pointing down once he let go of her legs. He tsked looking down and clicking his tongue at her joke.”More like night wood baby.”

She hummed while sitting up.”Well, the little man is obviously awake and ready.” He crossed his arms behind his head stretching.”Well you gonna do anything to cure him?” She bit her nail.``Mm.. how bout you c'mere and lay for me, you haven’t even put your dick in me in months and you’ve worn me out already.” He made a small side eye doing a toothy grin while she sat pretty even with tired eyes.”Your wish is my command oh great princess!”

He didn’t waste a second on doing as she pleased and laying on his back for her. Her 5’6 frame towered over his tall 6’1 body a bit but she still looked small anyways. She rubbed his thighs, looking at his tan dick for a minute as he laid there with his hands behind his head.”it’s not gonna bite baby, I’m sure you remember how to ride it real nice right? Or should I just leave while I can?” He teased making her gasp furrowing her brows at him, it was easy to play her and get her to play along. Not wanting him to deceive her skills even in a joking way she gathered her courage slowly inching herself on all his 9 inches doing a small whisper count down before she sat on all of him. a breathy gasp came out feeling all of his thickness inside her for so long.

Ace could see her hesitating before he gave a harsh slap to her ass.”prove me wrong.” That made her clench, making a low groan come from Ace's throat. Putting her hands on his shoulders she rode him at a slow pace at first, getting more sloppy with it as her pussy made squelching sounds. Moans, whimpers and groans echoed inside the bedroom with sounds of skin slapping. She made short breathing gasps losing her pace from energy and ace noticed. Giving both ass cheeks short slaps he grabbed her attention again.”I’m gonna have to help ya or something sleepy head?” He gave a sharp thrust making her cry out.”you gotta prove me wrong baby,”

She nodded along with a single tear in her eye from his unwarned thrust.” ‘m am..” with some of ace’s help lifting her ass and slapping her back down she got back into the rhythm, this time her pace being faster with ace’s rough hands gripping on her waist to slam her down making cries and high moans coming from y/n while grin had a toothy grin showing his shiny whites.”you gotta prove me wrong ‘member?” She just made a cry in response, gripping on his shoulders, bouncing herself.”a-ace! Can’t pleasee, ‘m gonna cum please please!” She made a plea in a whiney voice through her moans.

Ace groaned with her feeling her clench and took over.”never can take the lead? Was always my needy girl.” With some sloppy thrusts from Ace she felt an orgasm coming.”Mm! Cumming— gonna cum ace I-!” With a loud squeal she creamed on his dick. Ace made a hum at how in weakness she laid her head on chest.

“I’ll give ya a break, pretty sure I could get some more outta ya.”

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bestiarium · 2 days ago

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The Amabie [Japanese folklore]!

In 1846, this curious creature supposedly emerged from the sea of Higo Province (which is Kumamoto Prefecture today).

As the story goes, she emerged at night and emitted a strange glow which captured the attention of a government official. When the man approached, she told him 'I am Amabie, I live in the sea. From this year onwards, every province of Japan will enjoy a bountiful harvest for six years! But at the same time, there will be an epidemic! You have to spread my image to the people!'

After making these two predictions, Amabie disappeared beneath the waves and she was never seen again. The government official did as he was told and had his drawing of the mysterious mermaid published in a news sheet (see image below), a woodblock-printed bulletin. The creature had long hair, three fish-like tails, a scaly body and a beaked face.

During the Covid-19 pandemic, the story of Amabie resurfaced in Japan’s collective consciousness as artists posted their own drawings of the creature on social media, as a cultural and humorous charm against the virus.

Eventually, the Japanese health ministry used the image of Amabie in the logo for the national virus safety campaign. The creature then became a common sight in Japan, appearing on food, clothing, as statuettes, and as charms.

While the basic design remained the same (a beak, three fishy tails, and long hair), many artists gave their own unique touch to the creature.

But the Amabie might not be unique. In fact, there are several similar stories from the Edo era, in which a strange being appears and makes a prophecy: these creatures are called ‘yogenju’ – and sometimes, as with this one, their image can be used as a charm to ward off ill fortune.

Amabie herself might be derived from the Amabiko, a similar three-legged being with a nearly identical story. Supposedly, this was a monkey-like creature who was seen in 1843 when it emerged from the sea. It predicted a good harvest and a plague, and noted that people who saw the Amabiko’s image would survive the epidemic.

‘Amabie’ and ‘Amabiko’ are spelled very similarly in Japanese, so the former might have been derived from a misspelling of the latter.

Interestingly, it has been theorized that the beaked appearance of the Amabie might have been derived from images of 17th century European plague doctors with their iconic beaked masks, as both are associated with plagues. This remains speculation, however.

Sources:

Telban, M. K., 2022, Emotions of Fear in Narratives about the Plague and the Contemporary Pandemic, Studia Mythologica Slavica, 25, pp. 7-25.

Hrvatin, K., 2022, Japanese Artists’ Reponses to COVID-19: A Mass Revival of the yokai Amabie, Asian Studies, 10(26), pp. 183-209.

(image 1 source: Gabriel Marques)

(image 2: the original drawing of Amabie, downloaded from the Collection of Kyoto University Library)

(image 3: the Amabie on a poster by the Japanese Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare)

#Japanese mythology #Yokai #Mermaids #Aquatic creatures #Mythical creatures #Creatures #folklore #Mythology

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spidrgirl · 1 year ago

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MILES MORALES 1610 X READER

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Masterlist: here ➼

Pairing: Miles Morales x sweet girlfriend ᥫ᭡

Synopsis: Headcanons of miles (1610) and his sweet girlfriend who he is absolutely obsessed with and whipped for!

Genre: fluff + slight angst

Word count: 801

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➳ Miles morales loveees quality time with the people who loves, and especially with you. If you arent laid up at his house chilling while watching him play video games, you were probably out exploring the city of New York with eachother.

➳ Miles Morales definitely likes hugs. You know, the kinds of hugs where he can smell your perfume and become so lost in the scent that he'll still be able to smell it when you let go of him. The kind of hugs where your soft and warm body is pressed against his, and he just feels like he's at home.

"can i have one more hug ma? ion wanna let you go yet.." he'll mutter before slowly bringing you closer to him.

➳ Miles morales who is always scouting for you. When he's at school, he's looking through hallways just to get a glimpse of you. during nightly patrols, he swings by your houses and glances into your window hoping to see you peacefully sleeping in the security of your home. When he knows that you are, he finally feels okay.

"Thank god shes alright" He whispers to himself before swinging back around the city.

➳ Miles Morales definitely loves when you plays with his hair. He loves feeling your soft fingers softly massaging his scalp while you tell him all the things you did that day, or just things that you want to do in the future. Whatever it is, he loves hearing it just because *you're* the one talking.

"Mhm, tell me more mama" he'll mumble while slowly falling asleep in your arms.

➳ Miles Morales likes kisses! Kisses on his neck, jaw, or cheeks just make him fold everytime. You can definitely expect makeout sessions to frank ocean or the weeknd playing in the background of his dark room, one of his hands draped around your waist and the other in your hair or cupping your cheeks.

➳ Miles Morales who hates arguing with you. He doesn't like leaving any conversation on a bad note, especially after Uncle Aarons death. He just feels like any moment could be the last he spends with you, so he tries to make the most out of any and every conversation he has with you.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes has his days where all he thinks about is Uncle Aaron. He comes to your house, enters your room without even knocking with low eyes and a tense body. You immediately rush to him, giving him kisses and multiple hugs while reminding him that his uncle would be so proud of him.

He doesn't say anything in reponse in that moment, but you know he's grateful that he can always rely on you in situations like these.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes calls you late at night holding back tears, especially when he hasn't had much time to see you because of spidey-business. He constantly goes on mute so you won't hear him sniffling, but you can always tell.

He just misses his sweet girl so much, and feels like he isn't doing enough to make time for her. You always remind him that he's always enough, and forever will be.

"I-I dont know. I just..." he pauses, trying to find the right words to say."I just miss you, that's all. I feel like we dont spend as much time as we should..and its my fault you know?".

➳ Miles Morales who helps you study. Sometimes, you feel really stupid around him. You're smart, but you dont feel like you're smart in the same way he is. It seems like he always knows the answers to everything, while you struggle with answering even the most basic of questions. He reassures you that you are smart, and probably even more so than he is. It doesn't convince you though, so he makes time after school to help you study and do homework with him. Really though, its just an excuse to hang out with you.

"See ma? You aren't stupid. You just need to stop doubting yourself. Podrías ser mucho mejor que yo si simplemente crees en ti mismo." He'll tell you, pulling you in for a hug as he plants soft kisses all over your face.

➳ Miles Morales who gives you the first and last bites of his food. If you have problems with eating, he'll always reassure you that your body is fine just that way it is, and encourage you to eat with him.

"Say ah.." he'll urge, holding a spoon full of the pozole his mother had made just a few hours prior.

➳ Miles Morales will always win the 'i love you more' game. No matter how much you try to argue that you love him the most, he knows that it'll always be the opposite. Its just no topping his love for you.

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#tags #milesmorales #milesmoralesupremacy #milesmoralesfluff #acrossthespiderverse !!

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales headcanons #miles morales x you #miles morales headcannons #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales 1610 #miles morales #fyp #writers on tumblr #writeblr #headcanon #miles morales spiderverse

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navysealt4t · 11 months ago

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okayy sorry not sorry one more post about this movie. so many reviews and ppl are claiming that this movie isn’t necessarily queer at its core which is. so wrong??? like from a plot view point. [SPOILERS AHEAD MASSIVE SPOILERS!]

when maddy tells owen she likes girls and asks him if he does too, he says (to paraphrase) “i don’t know, i like tv shows. when i think about that stuff, it feels like someone’s ripped me open and tore out all my organs.” after he watches the finale of the pink opaque, he’s vomiting the blue luna juice and sobbing about how this isn’t real, which i relate to like feeling trapped in this unaccepting environment . he does this right after realizing he is isabel, but he still hides it and shoved it down and represses it. then there’s obviously the end, where he cuts himself open in the bathroom and sees the static inside of himself for what it is. it calls back to the line “it feels like someone’s ripped me open and tore out my organs.” which was a REPONSE to being asked about specifically sexuality and more broadly, queerness. there aren’t organs there. there’s the static. he was right and it’s a relief and it’s terrifying and it’s full of guilt and shame and regret and fear. it’s the experience of seeing yourself after years of hiding and repression and it’s directly a queer experience. like hello

#i took a cinema class this semester and it shows lmao #the whole time i was analyzing themes and symbols and parallels and everything #i can’t wait to watch this again hehe #but yeah. idk how u can watch this movie and NOT see the obvious queerness of it #you don’t have to relate to it to acknowledge and appreciate it #i saw the tv glow #i saw the tv glow spoilers

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spoiledblogif · 4 months ago

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Chapter 6 Clip (Hostile reponse)

“It is interesting that they went to such lengths to impress you,” R says thoughtfully.

“Impress me?” you ask.

They click their tongue and glances at you across the front seat. “What else would you call reconstructing the experience of a real Revel and giving you a castle to explore?”

“Personally I’d call it annoying,” you mutter back.

“You didn’t enjoy it at all?” R asks, giving you a frank, doubtful look.

You scoff. “Not enough not to punch them in the mouth the next I see them.”

R laughs. “I see Carter’s idea of diplomacy has rubbed off on you. That might be for the best when it comes to the Fae.”

#the second sight #interactive fiction #ss: chapter 6

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candyheartedchy · 6 months ago

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Okay!! Am gonna drop them! Please remember that these questions can be skipped or unanswered because, well if you don't want to, you don't have to/pos

1- who fell for who first? Like i know Frankie blushed when he saw OC's (sorry i don't know what to call her so am going with mc, reader or player.. I apologize in advance) face but was this enough for him to fall for her? Or was it like "she's cute" vibes for few seconds?

2- the comic about reader sending a crush letter to Frankie when she was a kid is just so cute and nostalgia because am sure a lot of us had this "celebrity" crush or "when i was a kid i had a crush on this person despite i can't marry them" type of crush. But how did Frankie knew it was her? Was her name listed?

3- what about monster Frankie, deputy duck & Henry hotline? How does reader feel about them? Or monster Frankie and deputy duck? Because henry is d3ad.

4- does reader and monster Frankie has some... Bond outside the contest? Like in the live stream show, they're enemies or hunter & prey but outside they're like normal around each other?

5- does Frankie give the player an advantage every now and then so ahe won't d1e?

6- how does the player's room look like? Since she's working with Frankie she must have a room of her own.

7- I hope i don't be rude or disrespectful in any way but how can reader Parkour while she's so... *ahem* thicc?!

8- does Frankie like to tease the player? Like he sees her wear the bunny socks and he teases her about her liking him others why a bunny? There's other mascot socks lol.

And these are here for now!💛💛💛

SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT TO ANSWER!! But I’d numbered each answer to each question below! And I didn’t mind answering them so don’t worry! :D

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1 — My sona (oc) grew up watching Frankie’s cartoons and stuff as a kid and was always a fan of his. She technically was the one to fall first since “Cartoon Frankie” was her fictional crush as a kid. So during the events of the game and after meeting “Real Frankie”, her old feelings for him returns. At first Frankie only saw her with the mask on, so he had no idea what the contestant looked during the whole game until my sona removes it and mostly catches Frankie off guard because now there’s a (cute) face to the contestant.

2 — Once my sona starts to work as an assistant, Frankie becomes curious of her because her name seemed familiar before he finds out that my sona’s name is the same one that were on a few fan letters addressed to him.

3 — I like to think Henry always gets damaged during the games and ends up needing repairs in time for the next one. So once in a while my sona crossed paths with him and ends up chatting (mostly strained) a few times, mostly about what it’s like to work for Frankie. Deputy Duck she seems to get along with better out of the two. (Answered her opinion on Monster Frankie for the next reponse!)

4 — Yes and no. When my sona first had to face against Monster Frankie, it was terrifying for her. All those old happy childhood memories of Frankie’s cartoon counterpart, they were now twisted by her spending that time trying to survive his monster version. Monster Frankie is very dangerous and can’t be controlled, so it’s constant hiding and dodging for my sona around him. A few times Real Frankie had to swoop in to make sure his monster copy won’t hurt her.

5 — Not at first. When my sona was going through the game in the beginning, Frankie was expecting her to go like the others until he became intrigue by her determination to make it out alive that he eventually starts go easy on her. Though he does keep her on her toes here and there (mostly for ratings purposes).

6 - Probably boring and a lot like a dorm room, where she sleeps there and it was mostly put together last minute. She only ever uses it for sleep since she’s mostly working for Frankie.

7 — I was mostly amused by the idea of myself would most likely struggle through the whole game and barely making it out alive. So with my sona’s weight and being physically weak, parkour is VERY difficult for her. So it’s mostly out of sheer luck and hitting her mark when landing at the right moment that saves her. Which is the one reason why Frankie wasn’t expected her to make it at first.

8 — He mostly talks to her as an announcer to a player, so everything he says to her is just sounds upbeat and bold. So when he finds the letters it’s mostly amusing to him, and pokes fun about it, but eventually he starts noticing her getting nervous around him and will tease her on that too. The bunny socks (and sometimes graphic tshirts) are merch that Frankie gave her as clothes to wear while she stays there.

#snipersiniora #💌 letters 💌#❤️ sprung into my heart ❤️#long post

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magnificentstrawberryomen · 10 months ago

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Somebody else (Noah Sebastian one shot)

Inspired by Somebody else by Bad Omens

hope ya'll like :) English is not my first language btw, sorry for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes.

He's too good to be true.

He's too good to be true, and my hope for him feeling the same is too good to be true. Everything is at this point.

I watch Noah get dressed again as we are done with our hook up that is almost scheduled for us at this point. My growing feelings for him is the thing that makes this so, so much harder for me every time we meet and dive deep into the sheets-I want to dive deep into way more than just his sweaty body and him into mine.

Me and Noah agreed that this is just for fun, for distraction, to get off stress, to use each other to fulfill our filthy minds. But for me it became much more than that, making me break our promise.

'You never loved the thought of us... do you?' I begin as I grab my sheets closer to my naked chest, feeling way too exposed now as I take a chance of finally speaking my honest feelings out to him. It might be scarier than anything else I have ever done before.

He sighs deeply through his nose, as he puts his black boots back on as he sits at the edge of my bed. Of course I get no contact. Of course this is all I will get. Why did I even expect anything else or more?

'I should go.'

That's the only reponse I can get out of him. But I am getting too numb to his touch and his excuses.

'Okay,' I then mumble, getting frustrated now, the grip of the blanket against my chest now thightening. I then take in a deep, shaky breath, as I say: 'Maybe you should find someone else, Noah. Maybe this should stop.'

He then stops in his tracks when he hears me say that, turning around to look at me with confused eyes. 'Stop...?' he repeats, now not taking his eyes off mine.

'Yeah,' I gulp. 'I mean... we clearly aren't standing the same in this.'

Why is this so difficult for me?

'And what do you mean by that?' Noah asks as he shifts his body to face me more, his eyes still burning through mine, and it does not help my nerves one bit. He raises his eyebrows as well.

'Well... I know that we said that sex isn't love...' I start.

He hum as I speak, and maybe I am imagining too much, but it almost looks like a slight spark of fear flashes before his eyes for a moment. It must be my mind making up things.

'I think for me it's starting to feel like it is,' I continue as I pick on the fabric of my sheets still wrapped around my body, my eyes looking down now. It took a whole lot of courage for me to admit this to myself, even more to Noah right now, and it feels like my heart could bust out at any moment because of pure anxiety going through me. And fear. And maybe... shame.

Probably shame as well because I know Noah would never feel more than just physical attraction, a strict rule we made when we began with this whole... thing, I guess, between us. If you can even call it something. It had to be absolutely nothing more than... anything actually, we have been clear about that. And of course, with time passing by, I began to feel more.

As I look up again, Noah watches me for a moment as he has heard what I have to say, and I know that he has never seen me this vulnerable, ever. I guess that's what makes him speechless right now.

'You're starting... to feel like it's more than just sex?' he finally speaks up after a moment of silence.

'Yeah. And since I know you don't, maybe we just have to quit with this, and move on. Find something else, or.... someone else.' My last words are spoken out more softly.

He clenches his jaw to my words, the second I mention finding someone else. But why? Why would he react this frustrated if this is a dead end between us, a distraction and little activity to please ourselves and nothing more?

'You want someone else then?' Noah asks, his voice a little tense.

'I mean...' I shrug for a moment, looking at him as a frustrated laugh then escapes my mouth. 'Do I even have other options? I know you don't feel the same anyway. So I just have to stop wasting your time, and you my time, and we should quit.'

The words hurt more than they probably should.

I now see his own frustration grow, and I honestly have no clue why he reacts like this. If this is just sex only, he could easily move on to someone else, right?

'So you're just done with me then? Just like that?'

I now harsly sigh at his words, my jaw slightly tensing. 'Noah, did you even hear what I just said?'

'I did. You're telling me that you are starting to feel more than just this casual thing between us... and I'm not,' he says as he repeats what I exactly just said to him, as he stands up from my bed, running a hand over his face as he seems irritated now.

His words hurt, like a fresh cut straight on my heart, and I try to swallow it away. 'Right. So why exactly are you the one feeling frustrated if you don't feel the same way? If I'm just some sex distraction to you, you could easily find someone else right?' My last sentence is spoken out more harshly, more hurt.

He pauses for a moment, seeming to let my words set in. He stares at the wall in front of him, a small sigh escaping his lips as if he needs some courage for the words he speaks back to me.

'Because, you are not just a distraction. You've never been just a distraction to me,' he then says, now looking at me.

I blink a couple of times with my eyes, and it feels like my sense (and breath) is getting knocked out of me for a second. 'What... what exactly are you saying?'

Noah sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, now sitting back on my bed again, a lot closer than before. 'What I'm saying is... that when we started seeing each other like this, I never expected to catch any sort of feelings. And I thought that I could just keep it physical, keep my feelings at bay... but I couldn't-I can't. I couldn't even admit that to myself until right now...'

My heart now hammers madly in my chest, it almost echoing in my ears. 'Are... are you serious? Or are you messing with me?'

He shakes his head, swallowing slightly. 'I'm serious... I've been denying it for so long, and I didn't know how to admit it to myself, let alone to you.'

I just look at him for a moment, just taking in the sight of his honest dark brown eyes, currently having more emotions in them than they ever had before. Before this moment, he had always put on some emotionless and careless expression towards me every time we met, and at some point it just began to hurt-I wanted to see more than just a empty man staring back at me as he hovers above my body. I wanted to hear more than him just cursing in breathless whispers, I wanted to feel more than just his fingers touching me, I wanted to feel him. Really him, and not my now a few times in a week hook up. I wanted to know more than just his skin and lips.

As I look into his eyes, I can see the flood of emotions he apparently had been concealing for months. He sits even closer to me now, and he then quietly speaks once again when I still haven't answered yet.

'I don't want anyone else. I don't want anyone else but you.'

My anxiety now floods away and gets replaced by waves made out of strong feelings of admiration, attraction, and need. Need for him to be more than just a distraction, need for him to be more than just a name on the calendar of my phone with the usual time we meet.

His arms are now wrapped around each side of me, his body leaned more forward to me, even closer to my face now, his eyes still looking into mine. 'I don't want to lose you...'

His tone is much more quiet than before, his eyes flickering down to my lips for a moment, then locking eyes with mine again, making my breath hitch. And finally, after months of pretending, the air and tension between us doesn't feel like some show we have to put on, closing the curtains and not knowing how to write the credits after.

'You don't have to,' I then whisper back.

His hands slowly trail up my thigh as he hears me say that, and my breath now truly gets stuck more into my throat-it feels like I can suffocate any moment by all the feelings overwhelming and choking me all at once. But as soon as his hands then go up to my face, he breathes me back to life straight away.

We both know that there is no way to turn this into a joke anymore, and that the dynamic of our relationship has now changed completely.

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luna-rainbow · 8 months ago

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I recently saw what might be the single worst Bucky take I have ever seen in the comments of a Youtube video. Brace yourself.

This person was saying that mind control is like the "Nuremberg defense" - namely that a soldier was "just following orders" and should not be used for Bucky because all soldiers are obligated to refuse to follow immmoral orders and they should be held responsible for the consequences of not doing so.

Also. Mind control is a "get out of jail free" card for moral reponsibility and if you believe Bucky had no agency or choice you must also believe Steve forced him to stop being the Winter Soldier.

Is this not the wildest, craziest thing you have ever seen?

Sigh. Children will latch onto the latest shiny word they've learned and throw it around to defend their blorbo, which I'm going to assume in this case is one Anthony Stark again.

Firstly, not all soldiers who pleaded "superior order" ended up having that plea dismissed; some were acquitted based on the recognition that they did not know the legality of what they were ordered to do.

Digging into it, the Nuremberg defence was not about soldiers refusing to comply with "immoral" orders -- because it's hard to define "immoral". Is it immoral to blow up another human (soldier) or bring down a building for your country, for example. It's specifically around war crimes, and when the soldier is aware it is a war crime but carries it out anyway.

Assuming this argument was in the context of the Stark murders (almost always is), the first question is, was it plain murder, was it a war crime (killing of a civilian), or was it part of armed conflict?

In which case we must return to Bucky's identity and mental state at the time. The war had ended in 1945, but Bucky was never allowed to leave the war. He continued on as the Winter Soldier, and the name wasn't just there to be fancy. He was perpetually imprisoned in a war of Hydra's making, hence his encounter with the Starks was not, in his mind, a civilian meeting a civilian (hence, it's not the type of "murder" that gets trialled in civilian courts).

Secondly, the Starks were transporting the serum, the genesis of which was a military project. Stark himself is an arms dealer who works closely with the American military. Therefore, is he really a civilian during the time he was killed? While political assassinations is its own ethical kettle of fish, his execution could be seen as part of an armed conflict tactic between two opposing sides.

Thirdly, the Nuremberg defence fails when the soldier is aware they have been ordered to commit a war crime and nevertheless chooses to comply. Bucky didn't even know his own name, how does anyone expect him to know the Geneva Conventions (which, by the way, was ratified in 1949)? He was ordered, as a soldier, to kill an enemy scientist transporting a military load. He had no frame of reference to work out who he was, who Howard Stark was (Stark recognised him, there was no flicker of recognition when Stark called him "Sergeant Barnes"), the context of the assassination, let alone make any judgement about the morality of killing him.

Not to mention the most important point which is that Bucky himself was a prisoner of war tortured into obedience. In other words, even if he had awareness of the immorality, he was forced to commit the acts under duress (and not under superior orders). And that in itself forms its own legal defence.

I...don't even know what to say about the last paragraph apart from the fact that their brains have melted out of their ears.

Steve literally gave agency back to Bucky. He gave Bucky the choice of finishing the mission or choosing to believe him, and for the first time, the Winter Soldier disobeyed his order.

People will literally look at a scene of a guy not lifting up a finger to defend himself and say "WAAAAH HE FORCED HIS ASSAILANT TO ATTACK HIM." I just--

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