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juice-plums · 21 days ago

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Absolute Animal

Sergei Kravinoff x !busty woman! reader

warnings: smutty, Rough sex, disrespectful love making, pussy stretching, virginity taken, let this man devour me!!

you had no idea why you were here, your stupid friends had dragged you to this extravagant bar, A bar where you had to dress all sexy and nice, You lowkey loved to dress up all sexy not for the men but for the jaw dropping stares you get from all men and women, The absolute confidence it gave you, and you had the not giving fuck face that let people know you were not fucking around. You were in a short, black tube top dress that accentuated your busty and voluptuous figure, you wanted to be a little more classier and slipped on black elbow length gloves on your hands, and why not? red bottom Louboutins high heels, cause you're a expensive lady that never settled for less, little did you know you had caught the eye of Sergei Kravinoff who was dining with his brother for his birthday.

You were sipping on a dry martini, listening to your friends chatter, and occasionally chiming in time to time, The Hunter's eyes never leaving you and your....figure as you conversed with your friends , he couldn't help it but he was a man and men's eyes tend to wander, you were taking a bite of the olive garnish that resting in your dry martini, your plump lips wrapped around the olive, kind of seductive in his eyes, you innocently chewed the olive, oblivious to the rugged rogue's stare, there was something about you, something that couldn't let him look away, there was something about your confidence that he found incredibly sexy and a little....arousing, He never had a lady that made him feel this certain way by just standing there.

One thing led to another, you headed to the bathroom and he sucked up the courage to follow you, you were innocently washing your hands and he silently stepped in, locking the bathroom door behind him, he could not help but stare at your plump rump in that damn black dress, the way it softly jiggled, he cleared his throat

"You're absolutely breathtaking"

He says, making you turn around, he startled you at first and then towered over you, staring at you, hungrily like a plump, meaty, lamb, you gulp softly from his words, you could practically hear the Russian accent seeping from his voice, like some melted butter that made goosebumps appear on your skin, you warily but sweetly smile at him.

“thank you, you're very sweet"

You had sweetly respond, looking his eyes, cold, stern eyes, then looked at his physique in that tux...damn, You softly shook your head, and sweetly smiled at him again, He had noticed your gaze and couldn't help but grin...smugly, he liked that this plump lady had guts and he liked that, he took a step closer to her, making her breath hitch softly cause he was so...sexy and nice to look at at,GOD WHAT AM I THINKING??, HE IS A STRANGER.

"you got guts, I like that in a woman"

He looked at her delicate features, she had makeup on which he especially liked, and he smelt her perfume, rich and gourmand kind of scent, made him want to devour you as your perfume filled his senses, he couldn't help but grin, you definitely liked what you were seeing now, You couldn't help but eye him again this time more brazenly, this time more flirty, making him chuckle.

"you know what you're getting into girly?"

He had asked, his Russian accent seeping through his words, making you melt like cotton candy, you had began to get all gushy and flirty innocently nodding at you look up at him with your eyes, and pouted your lips, making him chuckle again, this sweet lamb had no clue what was in for her, for the night, the more you looked at him the more your panties had heated up down there, something that only happened when you saw Captain America in his first movie, looking like a glazed donut coming out of that machine.

You and him were in a bathroom stall, together, making out softly first, his mouth dominating your, he could taste the sweetest of your lipstick, he grabbed and groped your big rump in your dress making you moan in delight, enjoying being manhandled this, making the damp spot in your panties get more visible, his scent was earthy and rich, continuing to kiss him, you ruffled his curls affectionately, he growled in delight, he just had to taste more of you he needed more of you.

he sat you down on toilet, hiking up your dress, you softly moan as he ripped your panties off, making you gasp, your slick pussy softly got wetter and your breath hitched feeling the cold air hit your pussy, without wasting time he dived his head, slurping your folds like a meal, making you moan, you lower the top of your dress, reveal your big breasts, you sexily fondled your breasts as he ate your pussy, he forced your thick thighs to squish his cheeks so he drowning in your pussy and he fucking loved it, your walls fluttered as he tongued your pussy, he was making you see stars

"ooh-ahh~, my pussy feels so good!~, Don't stop, make me cum all over your face!!~"

You had babbled, letting him fondle your big tits as he ate your pussy so good, this wasn't like anything you ever experienced before, not even your vibrators could replicate his sweet tongue invading your squishy walls, you sexily threw your head back, desperate to cover your mouth to conceal loud moans or words, he hungrily stared up at you, looking at your blissed out expression, he immediately didn't like how you were covering your mouth, oh no ma'am, he immediately stopped eating your pussy, making you whine

"oh please don't stop, don't stop, I wanna cum so bad, let me cum"

You babbled, he grins, standing up and sweetly kissed your whining mouth, he turn you around, you held onto the tank of the toilet played with your doughy ass some, making you moan softly and looked back, he unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, uncut cock that was a mere 9 inches, making you gasp at his size, his licked the top of his lip as he looked at your face, he rubbed his cock, letting a bead of pre-cum lube his cock up.

"w-wait,...be gentle, I never had anything that big in my pussy"

You softly begged, though your small pussy was leaking for his cock, even though you never never had any cock or dildos in your pussy, but your pussy needed this, Sergei spanked your big ass, making you gasp and look straight, your pussy leaked more from the contact. he grinned

“Your sweet pussy tells me otherwise,..look at her, just begging to be filled and stuffed with fat cock”

He grins, he rubs your pussy, making her wetter, you bit your lower lip, feeling so vulnerable and exposed, he spreads your tight pussy, and you braced yourself for his fat cock, he grabbed your hips and positioned his cock in between your thighs, burying his cock into your pussy instantly in one thrust, making you moan loudly, he gripped your hair in his fist, and that made you moan louder and bliss

“Oh fuck, okay, okay, you’re in me now,…oh fuck”

You uttered, your gummy walls fluttered around his cock, his huge cock bullying your pussy, he was like a wild animal who was going crazy for your pussy, you couldn’t get enough as your big breasts hit against the toilet tank every time he thrusted into your pussy, he hits your sweet spot making your scream bounce off the bathroom walls, he definitely loved making you scream out, he locked your arms behind you as he rutted into your pussy over and over again.

“You’re so deep in my guts!~, don’t ever stop, don’t ever fucking stop!~, oh fuck, oooohh fuuuck!!”

you moaned absolutely deliriously, your walls stretched deliciously to fit his cock, he grunts and groans louder like a lion, Sergei was absolutely destroying your guts as a whole, yelling cuss words in Russian as he spanked your fat ass, matching your pitch

“Such a perfect body, i’m gonna mark you all up and you’re gonna be all mine, all mine”

He lowly growled, bottoming in and out of your squelching pussy with ease, you absolutely loved being dominated by him, you need more of him, just him, you felt a bubble stir up in in your stomach, making you scream louder and louder in bliss, he hits that spot over and over with his cock, you let go and cum on his thrusting cock, he grunts feeling your gummy walls clamp around his shaft and immediately slams in, cumming in your pussy

“Take it, take it like a good girl, my little slut”

He groaned, his balls twitching as he forced all his cum into your pussy, You absolutely loved cream pies now,..his cream pies, you swore you would never see him again after this experience, but you were a liar and appeared in his bed every time you needed some good dick, you can’t ever quit him now…he was a absolute animal.

#kraven the hunter #sergei kravinoff #kraven x reader #kraven movie #aaron taylor johnson #smut #lemon #kraven x you

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viaviv124 · 7 months ago

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Cotl Unity AU

Okay because we all know i will never start, let alone finish, writing this we'll do the same i did with the orphan AU and give a plot summary. I won't go too much into the politcs of shit here, many outside relationships that arent crucial or make time to explain small easter eggs/gags i put in so feel free to ask if you wanna know! I'd love to yap more! Same goes for questions in general!

Alright lets start!

So there's this country/kingdom called Dagas and the royal family, currently consisting of 5 siblings, the oldest taking the crown as the monarch/ruler, are viewed as gods and worshipped by the church. Narinder is the 3rd prince and 23 years old. He's pretty invested in the military and handles a lot of politics having to do with fighting, earning him the title God/Prince of death (allthough this also comes from his ruthlessness and cold demeanor). One day Shamura tells him he's betrothed and that his fiance will arrive in two weeks, that day being a royal ball to publically announce it. Narinder tries to fight this arrangement but fails, much to his dismay. The decision is final. He knows nothing about his fiance, only that they're slightly younger than him, allthough still an adult.

The ball comes, Narinder is not amused and keeps ranting to his siblings, and around an hour or two in a carriage arrives and the guards escort the fiance inside, a lamb in precious, simple white robes and a red camelia in their wool. They bow in front of Narinder, introducing themself as Nanda from Venzor, a rather small village. They're a commoner, Narinder is less than thrilled, allthough for appearances he gives himself as charming and interested, allthough his face is deadpan for the crowd cannot see it. He extends a hand and Nanda kisses it, not recieving the same courtesy back allthough he should've. Narinder tells them to rise and despite eye-ing Narinder for a split moment, Nanda smiles politely and says how much of an honor it is for them to stand in front of him like this, allthough lowkey passive agressively. Narinder takes that personal and decides he doesn't like them even more. They have a dance because, again, appearances, and allthough Nanda cannot dance they manage to keep up impressively well. During dinner with the rest of the royal siblings it is revealed that the reason for this engagement is that Nanda is indirectly from the church. Allthough not officially a priest, they've caused a small, abandoned church in their village to blossom and bloom, causing even a lot of travelers to move to this village in order to devote themselves to faith. Nanda's talent/achievements within the church, which is lowkey controlling the loyalty of the commoners torwards the royals hence why it's so important, combined with their sharp wit it would be a good match with Narinder's military upbringing. Narinder doesn't protest but silently hopes that Nanda will just be an obedient believer who won't get in his way.

And that works, for the first week or so they do as they're told, work wise, and everything seems fine. Until Nanda realized/learned they can be casual around the royals, they cannot get rid of them or harm them unless they commit a respective crime, so they start relaxing and showing it in their attitude. What pushes it over the edge for Narinder is that Nands dared ordering him around. Well actually they just asked him if he could get something for them he was closer to but alas, who is to understand the mind of that prideful cat? (Nandas words) From that day on none of them held back. They bicker and bicker with no end, every so often it'd escalate into a fistfight too. They can barely sit in room together without one deciding to provocate the other for absolutely no reason. And hence their dynamic is born.

Around a month since Nanda arrived Narinder has to leave for a week or two. When he comes back and steps out of the carriage or leaves the ship or something everywhere around them are screams of pain and agony. It is caused by Nandas hand, ss they've killed people that seemed previously hidden. Once the acts are committed Nanda goes blank with this horrifyingly odd look in their eyes, making everone believe they lost it. They didnt hurt anyone else though and they didn't resist arrest. Narinder, accompanied by a guard for safety, decided to interrogate Nands himself. They reveal that these people were plotting to kill Narinder the moment he came back, providing a few letters exchanged in secret by the perpetrators they managed to steal as evidence. They never intended to kill them, but they couldn't help but see red. If they should be executed for their crimes they won't resist. Narinder believes their story and demands Nanda free. When asked for his reasoning he says that these letters were the real deal, for he knows Nandas handwriting enough to say so. Nanda saved his life so they get pardoned. Narinder doesn't understand why this drove Nanda so far they could only see red, this starts changing his view of them ever so slightly positively, allthough this doesnt stop their constant fighting.

Their normal life goes on until 2 months later they have to go to Venzor, Nanda's hometown, for various reasons. There Narinder meets Ratau, Nandas mentor and the one who arranged the engagement together with Shamura, allthough Nanda didn't find out until the day they had to leave. In general Narinder meets a huge culture shock, for as the common folk seem to greatly respect Nanda, calling them leader (which they've only seen Corey do sometimes) and in turn treating Narinder all casually despite being aware of his Status. During their stay he sees a very kind and mature side of Nanda, also seeing their skill in delivering sermons and in general doing work preists usually learn their whole lifes to do. On their trip they also need to clear out a nearby forest of monsters, creatures that greatly plague Dagas' safety and that Narinder frequently goes fight for a hobby. There he learns that Nanda is not only skilled with swords and daggers but also posesses black magic, making him re-evaluate each time they fought and in theory they could've just ended him right there.

In general both of them they realize they make a great team and work greatly together, be it about their actual work or fighting together. Especially after their visit to Venzor they also fight less. (allthough still very frequently, this is just their thing. Most of the malice is gone.)

Narinder learns Nanda is plagued by nightmares around two weeks after they return home. He found that out because he demands small cuddle sessions every now and then (obviously totally not romantic at all or anything, the grumpy kitty just needs his big plushy). Surprisingly the nightterrors become less when Nanda's with him so they end up sharing his bed. Over the span of the next 2 or 3 months the two of them (allthough mainly nanda) open up more in general, telling the other personal things and things that trouble them. For Nanda this includes telling Narinder their nightmares and that their birth family is dead. Over that time the two of them also begin sleeping with eachother on a regular basis.

For the next bit i have a semi-written out scene, with that i mean dialogue, so here you go:

It's late at night. Nanda is prone to overworking themself, especially just working deep into the night, and this day is no other. Narinder enters their office, leaning at the doorframe. "Come to bed." Nanda shakes their head "I need to finish this." Irritation starts filling the prince's voice, allthough with no real heat "I am not repeating myself, lamb." "What, can't sleep without me?" "I've no use for someone sleep deprived." A scoff "I don't need to be useful to you." "As a commoner thats your purpose, even more as a religious figure. You’re supposed to devote yourself to me." "Baah, i never did that. It’s dumb. I just use the scriptures as my own and take from it what i want and need. Now be quiet and follow your own advice and go to bed, prideful cat." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Despite the bickering Narinder's interest was piqued. After a bit back and forth he gets Nanda to elaborate, who proceeds to tell him their story. Nanda grew up in a small village, not Venzor, with their family. However, that place was pillaged when they were around 12. From their family they are the only survivor and had to flee. In order to survive they had to resort to theft and violence, also getting with some very bad people i won't get into here. This went on for around 3 years when they met Ratau. He took them in and brought them the holy scriptures closer, saying that he himself also doesn't believe in the gods but that the morals and allthat are good to follow if you have nothing else to believe in. Surprisingly this worked for Nanda too and they got a lot better, the traveling with someone trusted who wouldn't hurt them also helped. Eventually they came across Venzor, a small miserable village. Nanda decided to teach the people what Ratau taught them, that even if they don't believe in the gods they could take whenever they need for courage, comfort and guidance from the scriptures. The people found hope in that and the rest is history. As Nanda was talking Narinder moved to the chair himself, keeping the lamb on his lap. They kept talking, telling stories of their travels or telling anecdotes from the villagers etc. As they were talking they finally fell asleep. Carefully Narinder took them to bed, holding them especially close that night.

From then it only took like a month before the two of them finally admit their feelings. They're on the balcony of Naridners (by extension Nandas, they barely use their own room anymore) chambers on a beautiful, moonlit night. Nanda is very deeply in love with Narinder, but still believes Narinder dislikes theme so they keep quiet, the prideful prince however has run out of patience and decides to do it right then and there. He kisses Nanda tenderly, saying "There is no need for me to proclaim my love, as you are already destined to be mine to wed." Nanda tears up and hugs Narinder tightly. They kiss once more, then Nanda sobs in Naridners shoulder, then they kiss again. It was a very happy and tender night for both of them and the first day or two they full on embraced the honeymoon phase, actually going without bickering. However, they very quickly return to the status quo because that's just their thing and how they're the most comfortable.

Around 3 weeks later the two of them go to yet another crusade, that's how they call their monster hunting, and they come across a small, dilapidated village. They're on guard as they look around, allthough no soul is to be seen. Not until a man comes to them with painful cries. His soul is damned and incased in darkness. He begs for help and mercy. Narinder is ready to strike, as this old man is about to turn into a monster sooner or later, but Nanda stops him. They turn to the man and extend a hand, cleansing his soul with their magic. He thanks them very much before quickly leaving this damned place. Not long after a bigger crowd of damned people drag torwards Nanda, begging to be healed to. Selflessly they do so. By the end of it around 200 people are cleansed and went on their way, meanwhile Nanda's own light left their body, leaving their body slowly blackening as they collapse. Alarmed Narinder catches them in time and rushes back to the palace. They won't wake up and each healer, each cleric, declares they cannot be saved. They had sold their soul for black magic, this is the consequence for the magic kept gnawing at Nanda's soul and this overexersion made their fate final. They won't survive this. Narinder is heartbroken and doesnt leave their side. He barely eats, won't talk to anyone, he just stays as Nanda'a side, holding their cold hand or body tightly. On the fourth night Narinder recieves an anonymous letter. The letter talks about how there is a cure, but people using light magic deem it as unethical, as it requires a new soul, be it through sacrifice or a shared one. It requires the soul of someone very close to the afflicted, like family, very close friends or a lover, as a stronger connection will increase the success rate. Unless an entire soul is given no one will die. If Narinder is willing to do this, all he has to do is break the tooth in the envelope. The letter is signed with "the teeth in the darkness". Without much hesitation Narinder breaks the tooth. The next day he wakes up next to Nanda, they still show no sign of waking up but their body feels warmer and the blackening went back. Sorrowfully he whispers “how dare you leave me after i’ve finally made you mine? You promised to stay, yet you’re a liar.”, words he has said multiple times since Nanda fell ill, that now feel even heavier. Around an hour goes by, Narinder lets no one inside as he mourns his lover, when suddenly their breath slowly speeds up again. They move. Slowly they wake up. Narinder embraces them tightly. Both cry. It is a very overwhelming and emotionally raw moment.

Nanda makes a full recovery and the wedding is held a few months after.

And that's pretty much it! Again, in the background is a lot more going on but this is already long enough. If you have any questions feel free to ask!

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #cotl narilamb #cotl Narinder #Narilamb #cotl unity au #cotl au

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puppy-the-mask · 7 months ago

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This is Briggund, he has every disease <3

He was created for a universe with him and my friend's lamb ocs all managing the camp together and overthrowing the different gods as a new pantheon, so I haven't actually thought about what his own cult would be like yet

More details & picrews under the cut but he's basically a big blood-soaked golden retriever! XD

-Escaped Leshy

-Had no name, he was mistaken for a bandit and called a 'Brigand' when he suddenly rushed out of the brush to confront the group and adopted that as his name 'Briggund', though his friends just call him Brigg

-Easily excitable and impulsive, he loves going on missions outside of camp and slaughtering the cult's enemies and dissenters

-Was exposed to lots of bloodshed as a child when the lambs were being hunted down and had been living alone for a long time surviving in the wild until finally getting caught by Leshy's followers. As a result, Briggund isn't used to "domestic life" at the camp and is uncomfortable with the relatively peaceful atmosphere

-Despite this he's incredibly loyal since the cult took him in and gave him a home. Because of this he's especially strict with dissenters because he sees them as betraying the camp and everyone in it and lowkey takes it personally. Also, since he feels uncomfortable with the peace of the camp it feels like evidence for why he had felt so uneasy, so he feels justified in taking his frustration at his inability to settle in out on them. He sees anyone who would do the cult harm as the enemy, even if it was only lightly doubting the new gods or if they once were allies

-Has a nigh slapstick level of luck when it comes to almost getting beaten up or killed. Someone swings a bat and he looks to the side towards someone who'd called his name and they just miss and the inertia of the swing sends them to the floor. Or he drops to the floor to look at a bug or pick up a sharp rock to throw at someone later just in time to miss getting hit by an arrow.

-Likes working at the bar! ... Do Not Let Him Work At The Bar. His drinks are either really tasty or absolutely horrible and cause hallucinations and vomiting. He says he's just randomly mixing things but if you pay attention you can tell which it'll be by seeing if he sets a drink aside for himself (He either makes something he's craving, or a random mix of plants and things he knows have weird but nonlethal effects so he can watch the drunk people stumbling around and picking fights)

-He sabotages his drinks less when he's not bored. So if he's just returned from an expedition he'll make reliably good drinks and choices, he only acts out when he's gotten antsy. Send him out on missions every now and again and he's actually pretty harmless (so far as messing with the followers goes)

-He used to be covered in leaves and dirt and mats before getting sheared for the first time in forever, somehow the mushrooms remained and kept regrowing. Some think he's cultivating them on purpose. He calls them his 'Emergency Rations' and they cause hallucinogenic effects when eaten, though he's grown a resistance to them over the years. If he tampers with the soup or a drink- it's most likely that one of his mushrooms was included in the mix

-He's still remarkably bad at maintaining his wool, he has no idea how the other lambs' wool stays so clean and soft. It's like the moment he grows it back it comes in covered in dirt and blood. Maybe it's got to do with all the camping in the forest around the cult he does, but sleeping on the ground or in the trees are the only places solid enough for him! The cots are too soft to be comfortable :/

-Fighting pit champion, he keeps almost getting banned for foul play and but they can never prove it. What they really want is to ban him for being too rough, but they didn't exactly set out any rules against what he was doing until after he'd won the matches, so they couldn't ban him for that either. It only took him giving 5 other competitors rabies for them to officially make it a rule to ban biting... At least his fights are always entertaining!

-After converting the gods he has a staunch rivalry with Leshy, not even out of anything personal they just hate each other. It's because they're shockingly similar in a lot of ways, but there can be only one! They're always trying to one up each other

The picrews that started it all ^^^

#my art #cotl oc #cult of the lamb oc #Briggund

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misquigleya · 2 years ago

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okay i'm done mass liking ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE'S POSTS. now time to scream cause sO MANY MOMENTS !!

Misty and Crystal;

um hi hello i LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!! was i hoping that they would become a thing? yes absolutely. have i been screaming with Ri ( @feiry ) about them? absolutely. will i get more annoying? oh you fuckin' betcha. them sitting there being cute and fucking weird was just...cherry on top my dudes. but also made me think of lilly from pitch perfect and how she mentioned absorbing her twin and just...love that for crystal. ✨amazing✨ but also am i surprised misty was lowkey chill with the feast? no. no i was not cause that little freak def' read silence of the lambs and ✨thought about it✨. which like...okay i get it. but i was no way surprised by the chillness and how they just sat there talking about it.

moving away from the weird with them, but can we give crystal some credit for helping misty get out of her lil shell?? like i def' don't think misty would have even done anything for shauna's baby shower if she hadn't felt comfortable enough to do so aka the encouragement from crystal. was it smart to reenact that particular scene from steel magnolias? no, that was...something else. but i do like that the others did seem to like it after the initial "is she really doing this??" which was great and nice to see. even from mari who i for sure thought was gonna stop misty some how, but she surprised me.

Misty and Walt;

adult misty is gETTIN' A FRIEND AND I'M HAPPY FOR HER!! but my word i love that walt didn't even question her, much, with wanting to ask about natalie. he just "yea okay sure" and i do love their similarities and that misty is really getting to look in the mirror with him because he is def male misty and i love it. what i also love is that he's a seemingly a complete stranger, someone she's only ever interacted with through the forums and yet....he's willing to help her. unlike shauna and tai who should want to help find natalie but they've got their own issues going on so all is forgiven there.

however...i don't completely trust walt. his eagerness to help misty could turn out to be nefarious but i do hope that that is not the case nor that walt is a love interest i'm sorry walt blogs sd;klfj like i do hope that misty gets to have a lil buddy that goes around and solves crimes with her!!

Misty and Nat;

WHERE IS MY MISTNAT YOU GODDAMN FUCKERS?! IT'S BEEN 3 WEEKS NOW AND I'M CRAVING THEM AND JUST....please let next weeks episode be misty showing up to hottie lottie cult camp and they get reunited and i get my fix cause i am feral my dudes.

Lottie;

um lottie, babes...you're losing it ??? that ending scene didn't scream ✨sanity✨ nor did it scream that lottie is in control. so i'm really looking forward to more of her and getting to see what she's been up to prior to the show / season 2.

Shauna;

mrs. shipman-sadecki??? hi hello i love you please pistol whip me. jeffrey you are a lucky man, so happy for you like damn. also, love jeff standing by his slightly unhinged wife who is also slipping and losing a bit of control. love it for all them really.

Taissa;

mirror / other tai is the thing of nightmares and i don't know how to feel about her in general other than ✨uneasy✨ 'cause just like tai can't tell what misty's next move is and doesn't like it, i don't like not knowing what tai is going to do next or which tai we're going to be dealing with each week but god do i look forward to it regardless!!

#( ran out of teammates to munch on | out of character )#( don't click the readmore #there be spoiler-ish things under it )

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habibisagi · 1 month ago

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BLADE WILL RERUN it just may not be worth it damage-wise 😔 hsr has a bit of a powercreep problem rn after acheron's release and with the new charas that r coming out. Firefly is running soon and you should pull for her if you can!!! She's a great DPS, one of the best rn!! Fugue is supposed to be good as well :3 the herta is a good ice DPS/subDPS, and is the 5* version of herta!! Aglaea is a new chara, she's the first chara for the path of the remembrance!! Someone else would probably know more abt her than I do, but she seems interesting so far!! And as the first of that path i think it'd be good to pull for her :)

OHH MY GOD YESSSSS!!!!!!! PRAISE BEEEE BOOM SHAKA LAKAAAA YESSS GODDDDDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND!!! 😭🙏 THANK GOD if he is actually rerunning cuz. lamb made it seem like it’s hopeless and impossible for him to rerun when they told me /lh 😞💔 SO THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME HOPE LMFAO 😭 i am still very early in game so i would not mind having him anyway regardless aldjdkdjnf NEED HIM

also OKAY SOUNDS GOOD I WILL LOOK OUT FOR THOSE… i have no clue who those characters are yet BUT I WILL TAKE YOUR WORD FOR IT i am still understanding how hsr’s system and character stats and like. the paths work, what to run characters with what and lightcones ETC ETC ITS LOWKEY STRESSFUL BUT I AM WORKING THROUGH IT 😭 SO I APPRECIATE THE ADVICE SM the game is so fun dude i am so locked in

#sora.inbox #sora.anon #TYSM 🩷🩷🩷

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myriadxofxmuses · 1 year ago

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"Don't let tonight deceive you," Gage told her with a smirk. "We're pretty lowkey now, but we're also just past the mid point of our tour. Even God himself needed a break, so you caught us on our days of rest. So for now, chill is the perfect word. Give us a few days and you might change your mind," he joked with a small chuckle.

Facts. The boys were usually party animals. And right now, save for Silas and his never ending libido, they were more like meek lambs. But the truth of the matter was, by this point on tour they were all just worn out and wanted some rest. But the show must go on, so they did their job and retreated back to the sanctuary of a tour bus and relaxed. Give them a solid weekend to sleep, however, and they'd be right back to their mischievous ways - some habits harder to break than others.

"You know, given the response out there, you should consider a collab," Gage offered Kira. "And not that I'm biased or anything, but we would love to be the ones to break you out into the metal scene. Not only would you already have access to our fans, but then Billie would have an excuse to come see me more," he added playfully.

"No, but seriously," he continued with ease. "You should talk to your manager about it. I think it'd be a good move for you. It'd at least be a plot twist no one saw coming."

@indiestarter

Open to females, mutal & non

Plot: high key want an rp where they haven’t met and they just text or talk over social media and then they eventually meet up

He shuffled into his home, dropped is keys on the entryway table, and made his way to the kitchen - frosty, cold beers just waiting for him to consume them. He popped off the cap of one and grabbed two more for the road, making his way through the house to his office.

Gage’s manager thought that, with the new album coming out, the band could get some great publicity if they took some time and reached out to their fans. Each member had their own socials, all run by nameless p.a.s in their manager’s office, and were expected to take over for the night. Gage was not particularly looking forward to this, already worn out from the day’s whirlwind of press tours, photo ops, and the last minute fixes in the studio. The last thing he wanted to do was waste his precious sleep to mindless small talk he would forget about in the morning. Alas, such was the never ending cycle of life in the fast lane.

Sometimes he wished he had just stayed in Ohio and faded away into medocrity.

He opened his laptop, sipping his beer as he scrolled through the seemingly endless messages on his Instagram, all mostly saying the same things. “

‘I’m your biggest fan….’

‘I just love your music. Let’s be friends….’

Nudes, nudes, nudes

A few questions over the meaning of lyrics.

More than enough begging for an autograph to be sent to them.

And then he found the first message worth responding to.

He clicked into it and read the short, but effective message before wiggling his fingers over the keyboard.

’Hey. It was great to see your message pop up. I’m glad our music has been able to help you out so much. It’s always great to see how much it matters to the fans. We are gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few weeks on tour. Shoot me your address and I can send you a couple v.i.p. tickets in thanks for your support. Look forward to hearing from you. Gage’

#billiejeannooneslover #[without music life would be a mistake: gage]#[everyday is a new adventure: modern]

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years ago

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Lamb Two the Slaughter

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x reader (NO STUCKY) established dark!steve rogers x reader

warnings: NONCON. DUBCON. smut. piv sex. unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). mention of bdsm. pussy slapping. steve watching.

summary: bucky’s turn.

since y’all wanted a part two of lamb to the slaughter with bucky, here u go… slay

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“So when am I gonna have a turn?“ Bucky asks with a wicked smile, eyes never leaving your ass that looks delectable in your mini dress.

You always had the cutest secretary outfits. A mini white dress over a yellow blouse. Black stockings under a mini black skirt are Bucky’s favourite in particular. Steve likes when you wear the white stockings.

Steve scoffs, similarly, eyes never leaving your ass while you stand at the printer, waiting for the papers Steve had asked you to fetch him.

Despite being seperate by a many glass walls, the men still keep their voices to a low mutter, “You fuckin’ wish. Get your own agent.”

Bucky tsks annoyingly, “None of them are like her.”

“Guess I’m the lucky one then.” Steve simply shrugs, going back to typing on his computer- just about ready to send Bucky a document they need to go over- the reason Bucky was here in the first place, believe it or not, not just to ogle at your ass.

“Maybe,” Bucky sighs, adjusting his pants slightly to relieve himself of their tightness as he continues to stare at you. He then turns to Steve after a moment, a sly smile gracing his face once more “So then I guess that means I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Steve scoffs again, hardly flinching at Bucky’s lowkey threat, “If you think she’ll do anything you say without me around, you’re delusional.” He shakes his head.

Bucky shrugs, leaning back in his chair as he takes one final look at you by the printer, bending over to reach the bottom compartment to pull out some more paper to refill it with. Your tits nearly spill out of your blouse a little from the gap you’ve left unbuttoned.

Fucking minx. And Steve has you all to himself?

“I’ll take it.” Bucky shrugs.

Now that was just unfair.

Bucky’s behaviour that day had left Steve feeling all weird. Jealous was definitely one emotion he was feeling.

Although, Bucky was his best friend and he trusted him with his life, there was just something about letting Bucky ruin you that didn’t entirely sit right with Steve. Because that’s exactly what would happen. Bucky would ruin you. Not like Steve hasn’t already- but at least Steve is soft with you.

Steve knows for a fact that Bucky would not be as tender.

And so, Steve did his best to keep you away from Bucky. For now, anytime he had a message to give Bucky, he’d do it himself. He kept you close by at most times or had you closely monitored via FRIDAY.

And when you weren’t working with him, he was keeping an eye on Bucky’s whereabouts instead. When you had a weaponry session, Steve even attended with the excuse of supervising because of a recent “incident”. There was no such incident. And Steve didn’t miss the way Bucky had to hold back from wrestling his best friend to the ground for cockblocking him.

But, despite this, Steve’s best was just not good enough.

You perk up at your desk as you hear the abrupt turning of the door handle and stare wide eyed at your boss as he enters through the door.

Steve offers you a sweet smile as he greets one of his favourite sights- you at your desk, “Hey, Sweetheart.” He beams, walking straight past you and over to his own desk where he needs to pick up a few things before his meeting with Tony.

You struggle to greet him in return, swallowing thickly before finally mustering a weak, “Morning, Steve,”

Steve furrows his brows softly as he turns to face you. You smile painfully at him, brows furrowing slightly as your fingers dig into the keys of your keyboard, “Is everything okay?” He asks worriedly, genuinely concerned since it looks like you’re about close to crying.

You take a moment to respond as you search Steve’s features for God knows what… perhaps knowing. When you feel a soft squeeze around your thigh, you jump slightly and clear your throat, “J-Just dandy.” You offer a fake smile as you go back to fake typing. The half written email now turning into a keyboard smash as you type nonsense.

Steve nods once, looking back down at his desk momentarily as he gathers his thoughts. Compiling his papers, he straightens them out before holding them firmly in his hand, willing his grip not to tear the pages on two.

“Sargent Barnes didn’t happen to come by, did he?” He asks on his way towards the door. You could’ve cried as he prolonged his stay.

Another squeeze of your thigh and you’re hiccuping, “Not that I know of.” You shake your head.

“Okay.” Steve nods finally, making a step closer to the door before he’s stopping again, “Are sure you’re okay?” You stare up at him with furrowed brows, feigning confusion but really you’re just in pain. Steve continues, stepping closer to your desk and you tense up, heart rate quickening, “If he’s said something to you or done something to you, you know you can tell me, right?” You nod briskly, trying to act as casual as possible. Steve then brings his hand up under your chin and you stop breathing for a moment as he leans in closer. One look down to your lap and you’re done for. You softly shut your eyes as his lips near yours, softly pecking the flesh of your lips a few times before retreating, “Good girl.” He praises and you have to hold the moan. He pulls away without a clue, finally nearing the door to his office, “Alright, I have a meeting, I’ll be back in time for lunch.”

You nod, “Have fun.” You muster finally as he disappears out of his office, shutting his office door behind him.

A pop off of your clit brings you back to your painstaking reality and you let out a small whimper that was at the back of your throat.

“Very good girl.” The brunette reiterates from between your thighs, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you and his chin dripping with your arousal.

Meanwhile, right outside of the door, Steve doesn’t even need to have his ear pressed against his door to hear the lewd activities occurring right behind it. He knew the second he walked into the office and smelt his best friends cologne, mixed with your sweet slick, exactly what was going on.

“Fuckin’ punk.” He mutters, adjusting his raging hard on through his slacks before he’s storming off towards the conference room to have his meeting with Tony.

“Please,” You beg, “Steve won’t be happy if he finds out-“ No matter how good it felt, to have a man like Bucky between your thighs, underneath your skirt under your desk, devouring you like it was his last meal- you couldn’t help the guilt that settled deep within your stomach.

You betrayed Steve. What will he think of you? He’s obviously known Bucky a lot longer than he’s known you… it’s Bucky’s word over yours.

Bucky laughs against your clit, the action vibrating deep to your core and you try not to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Maybe if you hide your pleasure, he’ll stop… or at least Steve will somehow find out you didn’t enjoy it and thus, it wasn’t your fault.

But that’s precisely the problem.

You love it. It was taking absolutely every muscle in your body not to let out small sounds of pleasure as Steve roamed his office just before. It seemed almost that Bucky started licking, sucking and pumping much harder since Steve had entered.

Your thighs squeeze around Bucky’s head as he dives in once more. You’re just grateful Bucky had quietened the sloppy noises he was eliciting once Steve had walked in and you prayed and prayed to whatever God existed that Steve hadn’t heard anything with his great hearing.

Now that Steve is gone, you uncontrollably bring your hands down to Bucky’s hair. With your skirt now hiked up against your hips, you’re allowed easier access to his head whereas before, he had hidden himself underneath the fabric to conceal himself from Steve.

You whimper softly as his tongue laps mercilessly against your folds and his fingers pump in and out of you faster and faster.

Steve never went this fast. Hell, Steve hardly ever did both at the same time- a part of you wasn’t even sure that was possible but Bucky was quick to prove yourself wrong.

You really thought nothing of his entrance to Steve’s office. You smiled warmly up at him, letting him know that Steve wasn’t in at the moment despite it being obvious because of his lack of presence at his own desk.

But Bucky just smiled softly. And again, you thought nothing of it, but now it was all starting to make sense.

“Oh, that’s not a problem dolly.” He sweetly said, nearing your desk, “Guess that just means I get you all to myself.” He joked and you laughed innocently… stupidly.

He sat atop your small desk and you looked up at him expectantly. You couldn’t quite understand what it was he wanted from you if Steve wasn’t here. But if he simply just wanted to talk, then that was okay.

“He’s not overworkin’ you in here is he?” He asks light-heartedly and you huff a small laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” You blush, “He would never.” Steve treats you great… more than great. There are many benefits to working for Steve- but you couldn’t tell Bucky that. Even if he is Steve’s best friend, he can’t know about that…

“Well since you have so much free time, maybe you could start helping me out.” He picks up a random pen from your desk and starts fiddling with it, tapping it against your desk.

You stutter, “I’d have to ask Steve-“

 “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He cuts you off, “Steve and I share things all the time.”

You suppose that’s true. And plus, what could Bucky possibly ask you to do? Print out a few worksheets, help set up the obstacles and weapons for the other agents sessions? Easy peez.

“Okay,” You say tentatively though, “But if I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.” You joke as you raise a brow at him, smile breaking through your facade.

Bucky just blushes, raising his hands in defence, “I’ll happily take it.” You both share a small laugh then. But once it dies down, he’s pursing his lips, tilting his head. You’re too honed in on the doodles on your little notepad in front of you to pay any mind to it though. “Are you busy right now?” He asks and you scoff.

“Yeah, super busy right now.” You smile down at your page full of doodles.

“Well, then I have a job for you.” He says, hardly missing a beat. You look up at him, expecting him to still be seated atop your desk, but he’s standing now. You perk up, more attentive as he rounds the desk. You instinctively push your desk chair out a little as he gets closer to you- but that’s exactly what he wanted.

Your heart picked up a little as he neared and increased tenfold when he rested his hands on the arms of your chair, practically caging you in.

You could only smile nervously as you adjusted to his close proximity. The silence was killing you and his stare was even worse.

“W-What would you like me to do?” You ask, waiting for instruction.

He sighs comfortably as he slowly gets to his knees. You furrow your brows down at him as he moves his hands down to either of your thighs. You tense up almost immediately. You’re naive, sure, but you know for a fact that he shouldn’t be touching you there- so close to your-

“Just sit there and look pretty.”

The sudden curl of Bucky’s fingers cause you to gasp, clenching hard around his digits as they hit a spot only Steve had ever reached. Well, to be fair, Steve was the only person to ever give you such pleasure.

But you would be lying if you said what Bucky was doing to you didn’t feel good.

You can’t help but push Bucky’s head further against your core. He has no complaints as he suckles and flicks your clit with his skilful tongue.

You feel the familiar pressure building up in your stomach and alarm bells go off inside your head. But you don’t want it to stop.

God, you don’t want it to stop.

Your thighs loosen their grip around Bucky’s head as you let him devour you. His fingers no longer feel like blades and his tongue no longer a parasite. The guilt in the back of your mind slowly being eaten away by the pleasure overtaking all of your senses.

And Bucky does the same thing Steve does. He speeds up so fast you can’t believe it could get any faster and at the right moment too.

Your moans start turning silent as you arch your back off your chair. Your legs come up against your arm rests, allowing Bucky the utmost access to your flower.

Before your mind can curse you for referring to it as what only Steve was allowed to call it, you’re cumming. The elastic band that had been stretching inside of you finally snaps, a final lick of Bucky’s tongue and a curl of his fingers has you trembling around him, leaking out onto his tongue.

Your breath quivers as you stare down at the sight below you. Bucky laps up your juices, slowly pulling his fingers out of your weeping hole. He then moves onto his fingers, licking a few of them clean before he eyes you.

You’re honestly still in a state of shock, unbelieving that it all happened- wondering if its all just a figment of your imagination. Sure, you’ve stared a few times at Bucky, heart quickening whenever he’d handle you the way he did in training. But you’ve never thought about this.

It just felt wrong. Especially with Steve- oh, Steve-

Without warning, Bucky’s soaked fingers intrude past your plump lips. You whimper, unexpectedly around them as he plunges them further. You don’t gag, but you should’ve.

Oh, you should’ve. Why did you not? Bucky questions internally. Until he realises- remembers, really who he’s dealing with. And so, he can’t help the smile that breaks out onto his face at the thought. The sole idea that Steve has already trained you and your pretty little throat so well to take all of him.

Bucky’s eyes are enough to instruct you what you need to do to his fingers. You tentatively lick them clean, staring up at him in persistent fear. You feel as if one wrong move and he’ll do much worse than taste you. But you also have a feeling that is coming either way. Perhaps if you’re good, he’ll be gentle?

“Good girl,” He coos, relishing in the sight before finally pulling his fingers out.

You intake a much needed breath of air after having much of it robbed from you. You swallow thickly too, the residue you had cleaned off of Bucky’s fingers, a mixture of his saliva and your cum.

As you timidly stare at Bucky, you gasp sharply as he leans down and presses a final kiss to your clit. It’s overstimulating, but you hope it’s a kiss goodbye as he stands to his full height now.

When his hands begin to reach for his fly, however, your breath quivers. You start to shake your head, but before you can even beg no, he’s whipping his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and jerking it slightly.

You avert your gaze to stare up at him now rather than the terrifyingly large phallic before you. But as you gaze up at him, you’re not entirely sure that was the right decision as he smiles down at you sickeningly.

One of his hands comes down to prod at your chin, cupping it in his warm hand as he forces you to hold your stare up at him, “You better text Steve and tell him you’re too full for lunch.” He says and you furrow your brows curiously, letting out a small noise of confusion, “‘Cause I’m not gonna stop until I’m overflowin’ out of ya’.”

The second Tony had adjourned the meeting, Steve almost teleported to his office. He was lucky that Tony didn’t keep him back- but nevertheless everyone was a little surprised that he hadn’t stayed back regardless. He was the first person out the door- hardly kept it open for Natasha as he made a beeline for his office.

And he could already hear it.

He could faintly hear it in the conference room, everything. But it was quiet enough to drown out as he genuinely tried to regain focus. He just kept hearing muttering and a whimper every now and then that made his heart pick up.

So help Bucky if you’re hurt in any way.

As he gets closer and closer, he slows his steps so as to not look so suspicious. He makes sure no one is around when he opens his door. You know, because it wouldn’t exactly be the best thing to see- Steve’s secretary and agent being dicked down in his office by Bucky.

Outside of the door, his hand almost crushes the doorknob in his hand as he listens closely.

You blinked up at clock on Steves wall, right above the door and whimpered. It’s a little past 12… Steve is bound to be back any moment now. You squeeze your eyes shut, squeezing Bucky’s arm that you had been holding onto for dear life, “Steve’s… gonna walk in-“ You say so weakly you don’t even know if he hears you.

Bucky just laughs, hips never relenting, “Let him walk in.” He says and you softly gasp, “Let him see what a little slut you really are.” He brings a hand down to spank at your clit and you cry out- the pain and pleasure too much.

As if on cue, the door to Steve’s office had opened. If it weren’t for the small bit of light that flickered through the room momentarily, you wouldn’t have noticed, for you were too plagued with not losing yourself completely that any external noise fell on deaf ears.

Bucky’s hips stutter, but they never stop. Not even as he stares back at his best friend stood by the door.

Steve had entered the second he heard the slap, thinking the absolute worse. When he entered, and saw no possible way for Bucky to have slapped your cheek- both hands gripping either your thigh or hip tightly, he relaxed a little.

But there was no relaxing in this situation. Not when you truly had his best friends cock buried deep inside you.

Your gaze fixates on Steve, trying to speak. Trying to explain yet with no words eliciting. You offer pleading eyes, trying to convince him its not your fault. But you can’t read his features in return. He looks angry, but not as angry as you thought he’d be. If anything, he looks mostly jealous.

Your legs are spread open- almost far enough to cover the span of Steve’s desk as Bucky has you perched over the edge, scattered over all of the papers that had been neatly organised by yourself. Your dress is merely hiked up over your hips and from the angle Bucky has you- Steve has a view of everything.

“Just in time for the final showcase.” Bucky smirks, picking up the pace of his hips again and pounding back into your already bruised and battered flesh. Steve seethes as you almost lose focus on him from Bucky’s poundings. Your eyes fall hooded and your chest rises and falls much deeper now. But you keep you remain staring at Steve, though you’re unsure why or what even to do. “You really weren’t joking about this one.” Bucky breathes, a small smile gracing his lips as he runs his hand through his hair. He focuses his attention back to you and your breath hitches as he addresses you, “Show Stevie what I taught you.”

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, hand twitching. You look from Bucky to Steve and watch as Steve slowly nods his head once. What?

You gasp softly, but continue to watch as Steve’s eyes soften over and a much more comforting expression washes over him- almost encouraging you. Encouraging you to do as Bucky says.

You then look back at Bucky as you remove your hand from his arm. Looking back at Steve, you move your hand closer and closer until you reach your clit.

Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you begin a slow motion of your fingers, rubbing back and forth on your swollen, little clit.

By the looks of it, your pussy flutters around Bucky’s cock, as Bucky grunts softly. Steve knew the feeling all too well.

But, as Steve eyes his best friend’s cock that disappears inside of you, he sees red. His blood boils underneath his skin.

No fucking condom.

Clenching the folder tightly in his hand- so tight that his knuckles turn white, he mutters, “Don’t cum in her.”

Bucky stares down at his bare cock, before groaning, “But that’s no fun.” He whines, looking back at Steve, who’s far from joking or changing his mind. Bucky then sighs, figuring its the least he could do for Steve after doing everything else he did today, “Fine.” He mutters back.

Bucky grabs a firm hold on both of your thighs, fixing them around his waist before he’s absolutely taking over and pile-driving into your pussy.

You cry, hardly able to continue rubbing your clit as he pounds into you.

Bucky smiles at your weakness and takes over for you- putting up a front for Steve. Sure, he’ll take care of you- only when Steve is watching, of course. Perhaps if Steve wasn’t here and Bucky had you all to himself he would’ve bent you over his leg and spanked you silly for being such a dumb little slut.

The new angle Bucky places you in has him hitting further than he could ever before. And it’s far too much for you to handle. You throw your head back, fisting the wooden edge of Steve’s desk with one hand, with your weak hand still ghosting over your clit.

Bucky soon replaces your hand, pushing your limp one out of the way and using his own to rub at a much faster pace. His metal arm is cold against your skin, but you’re hardly concerned about it’s temperature as he rubs at a speed far beyond your comprehension. You’re not sure if it’s a result of his prosthetic or simply his strength- but Steve has never gone this fast before. Bucky’s fingers across your button feel like they’re vibrating, they’re rubbing so hard and fast.

When you gain the courage to look back over at Steve, he’s a few steps closer- sitting at the edge of your desk, arms folded across his big chest.

He’s just watching. Watching you get destroyed on his best friends cock.

You unknowingly clench when you look at Steve, driving Bucky further and further towards his edge. Bucky can’t even find it in himself to be angry that you’re probably thinking about Steve or wishing that he was Steve instead, because your sweet little pussy is all he could ever ask for.

Steve’s ear twitch at the sound of Bucky’s grunts and the fact that he’s still buried deep inside you, “Bucky.” Steve warns, threatens more like as Bucky almost cums inside of you because the second Steve speaks, Bucky is pulling out and jerking his cock over your core.

You bounce your eyes from one man to another. As Steve holds a scolding look on his face, and as Bucky harshly pulls out his cock and holds it over your cunt, it’s all so much for you.

His hand that’s still rubbing on your clit speeding up one final notch sending you over the edge just in time for Bucky’s first spurts of cum to land over your cunt.

You let out the loudest whimper of the day, back arching and eyes falling shut as the dam finally breaks. Your chest falls slowly as your head lolls against your shoulder- your mouth falling open out of pure exhaustion and need for more oxygen.

Bucky uncontrollably tunnels his vision on the thick dollops of cum that now rest over your pussy, mouth watering at the sight alone. He goes feral honestly, which is why he can’t control himself when he brings his metal fingers to clean up a puddle off of your skin and shove it into your mouth.

Much like Steve, you’re taken aback by it, but do your best to obey as Steve stands and in two big strides is pulling Bucky’s hand out of your mouth, “Alright, enough.” He pushes Bucky’s shoulder playfully- to which the brunette just sighs as he stumbles back into one of Steve’s armchairs in front of his desk, hard cock still out.

Once Bucky’s body is no longer between your legs, you immediately squeeze them together, concealing yourself as Steve approaches.

You dip your head nervously, avoiding his gaze slightly as you try and sit up straight.

He plucks a few tissues from the box on the corner of his desk before he delicately moves your legs bag apart. You honestly flinched at his touch, your mind convincing you that even though Steve had watched the whole time, had encouraged both you and Bucky and only stepped in when Bucky was about to go against his wishes, you still felt like he was mad. Or what you did was wrong. Because… well, it was. No matter if Steve approved or not, it was wrong.

“I’m sorry.” You find yourself mumbling, eyes cautiously raking up his frame, guilt ridden inside of them.

Steve halts his actions as he takes you in, before shaking his head and cleaning you up with the tissue, “It’s okay.” He wipes away Bucky’s cum from your cunt, gentle around your clit, knowing how sensitive it would be, “Remember when I told you that this would be our little secret?” He suddenly asks and you nod, “And I told you not to touch or let anyone else touch you? Only me?”

You blink up at him, slowly remembering the conversation word for word, “… O-Or Sargent Barnes if I’m lucky.” You quote him. A part of that speech that had flown over your head in the moment, but is making so much sense now as you look over at Bucky tucking himself into his pants blissfully.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, reaching for your hands softly to wipe them clean from your own slick, “Well, he got a little… impatient.” He says, placing emphasis on the word ‘impatient’ as he gives Bucky a once over. Steve turns back to you, pulling your dress down from your hips. He was about to question where your panties were, but knowing Bucky as he did, he had a faint idea of where they were. Meanwhile, you’re stuck in your own little world, processing all of Steve’s words. He knew this whole time… it was always going to happen, eventually at least and Steve was totally okay with it. Steve noticed the far off look on your face, so he brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pull you back to him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, I thought it might be a nice surprise.” You smile softly- it was definitely a surprise! Not exactly a nice one. “He’ll take care of you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken as you make brisk contact with them. Yeah, he’ll take good care of you. Only when you deserve it, of course. Which, Bucky isn’t sure you always do- maybe to Steve standards, but certainly not to Bucky’s.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader

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suguwu · 4 years ago

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maw

"I'm afraid I'll eat them, sometimes," you whisper.

"I know," he says, curling a big hand around your nape, cupping your skull. He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. "I know."

You think he's the only one who does.

notes: me writing someone other than nanami? it's more likely than you'd think. i lowkey felt possessed when i wrote the meat of this in a frenzy in my tumblr drafts. the getou & consumption brainrot is real. this isn't even my getou wip. god. do not perceive me.

pairing: getou suguru x afab reader

wc: ~2k

warnings: 18+ minors dni, jjk manga spoilers (gojo's past arc), pre-canon but with aged up characters (college au), afab reader (no pronouns used), canon-typical blood & gore, canonical minor character deaths, brief religious references, reader has a (somewhat vague) innate technique, said innate technique swallows up some corpses at some points, cannibalism (in a nightmare), fingering, smut, non-linear timeline. let me know if i missed anything!

It was only ever Suguru.

Later, you'll hear all the different theories as to where you went so wrong: you are a lamb led astray, unaware of the sharp-toothed grin closing slow around you; you ate the apple straight from his hand, lips glistening and tongue wrapping slick around his fingertips, the crimson skin of it catching between your teeth, till your smile was only bloodied, pulpy gums; the gluttony of the insatiable maw of your technique drove you mad.

But it was only ever him.

Just a man with a sunset smile, something slow that filled the sky, that painted the world with color. Just a man with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed.

(Just a man with rot laid heavy on his tongue, pulsing black and pungent, little veins of blight uncurling to slip down his throat, into his belly, to fester and keep.

If you swallow someone else's sins, you wonder, must you atone too?)

There was no trickery, no seduction, no madness.

It was just Suguru.

The elders send you to wade through what he leaves in his wake.

The gore of it feels endless—sticky tide pools of blood thick with bone splinter coral and shattered teeth shells. The metal tang scent of it scrapes sharp over you. Settles heavy on your tongue.

"It's too much," you say, shaking your head, your fingers trembling, twitching. "I can't—"

"You will," the manager says, her voice kind. Her eyes are flint.

You do.

You unleash your innate technique and let it swallow all 112 of them, those scattered bodies broken beyond belief. Make the blunt teeth of your cursed energy crack their bones smaller still. You fold them into yourself. You grind them into powder.

You are the mortar, you are the pestle.

Their cursed energy wells up inside you. Bloats you. You itch to siphon it off, your fingertips trembling with it. The energy's wrong in you—doesn't fit inside your skin.

Sometimes it feels like there's no room left for you in your own body.

You think of Suguru, of the curses he's consumed, and wonder how much of himself he's had to tuck away. If he feels small inside his skin too.

It's too late to ask him now.

"So you're the one that's basically a garbage disposal," Gojo says to you. "Kinda gross."

He eyes you over the rim of his sunglasses, a flash of incandescent starlight blue. He's got a lanky arm propped up on his knee and enough cursed energy to give you a headache.

You've known him for all of two minutes.

"I'm sorry," Getou says politely, looking pained. He shoves at Gojo subtly, but the white-haired man doesn't even budge. "We're still socializing him."

Shoko snorts.

You've heard all sorts of things about the college's trio of first years. Gojo's legendary, his power bordering on the divine. Getou's not far behind him, the two of them a binary star, celestial bodies brought down to earth. Shoko may not measure up to them in power, but she's rare, her fingers tipped in holiness, her touch razor sharp.

(Healing isn't always kind.)

You know what they've heard about you.

"It's fine," you say, the words bitter on your tongue. "He's not wrong."

When you walk away, none of them try to stop you.

Getou lingers at the edge of the dissolving curtain, his tall frame a shadowed smear against the early morning light.

He'd shown up moments after you'd finished with the Grade One, no traces of it left behind except for the cursed energy swelling in you, testing the limits of your being. You hadn’t called for backup, but he’s here anyway.

(The elders doubt you, sometimes.

Hunger is hard to contain.)

He looks up as you say goodbye to the auxiliary manager, and when your gazes meet, his eyes are dark, endless like the night sky. He tilts his head.

It's only then, with his eyes slow on your skin, a molasses drip of attention, that you realize that he's waiting for you.

He slips his phone into his pocket as you join him. You see the way his gaze drifts over your jittering fingers.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," you say. "Sorry they sent you out for nothing."

He smiles. The edges of it flirt with being genuine, a break in his polite veneer. "It's fine. You did a good job."

"Thanks," you say flatly.

Getou winces. It's small, just a flicker, but every sorcerer deals in the smallest of details. You don't know what he sees on your face, but at least it keeps him from apologizing.

Instead, he presses something into your hand. His fingertips linger on your palm.

"Here," he says. "I have some extra gum. It helps, sometimes."

You pause.

"Thank you," you say. "But um—I actually don't taste anything. That's not how my technique works."

He stills. His expression doesn't change, but suddenly he's closed off like a storm window, nothing leaking through. You hadn't noticed the soft glow of quiet, hungry vulnerability until it was gone.

"Oh," he says. "I just assumed. But gum is gum, y'know. I hear it's for everyone."

"Yeah," you say. "Can't argue with that."

His eyes crinkle with his smile.

The gum's cinnamon. Spiced and stinging.

The two of you walk back to the dorms together. That openness returns to his face—fainter than before, more of a guttering candle instead of a soft fireplace glow—as you talk. You can feel yourself unfurling, just a bit, an early spring flower starting to open. Your hands keep brushing, skin against skin.

The bright burn of cinnamon lingers on your tongue for hours.

Haibara dies.

It's Nanami that carries him back.

You and Suguru meet him at the campus entrance. You have to convince him to let go of Haibara's body. He's held him so tight that he's bruised him, little purple nebulae smeared swirling across cold skin.

Nanami won't let you touch Haibara, so it's Suguru who takes the body, who lays it out on a gleaming metal table.

(You know Nanami is in shock. That he's shaken to the bone, cut to the quick, that his friend's blood is flaking from underneath his nails as it dries. But that he didn't even trust you to touch Haibara's body—

You consider slipping onto the autopsy table too.

Maybe you should let them cut your rib cage open, let them peel you apart like a clementine. Maybe they can find the maw inside of you that they're all so afraid of and seal it shut.)

You sleep in Suguru's room that night, pressed close on his shitty dorm bed. It's a twin, too small for both of you, but you think you'll lose yourself if you have any space to shake apart.

You dream of Haibara's bones cracking under your blunt teeth, the splintering marrow scoring your cheeks, stabbing through them. You eat your way through his sternum, his blood warm on your cheeks, dripping down your chin. Crunch down on his tendons, catch his muscle in your teeth. Strip his bones clean.

Suguru is soft with sleep when he shakes you awake. Moonlight plays over his skin like a lover. His hair is loose, drapes ebony over his shoulder, pools shadowy on the pillow. He presses his forehead against yours, breathes against your lips, takes in your air and makes it his own.

"I'm afraid I'll eat them, sometimes," you whisper.

"I know," he says, curling a big hand around your nape, cupping your skull. He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. "I know."

You think he's the only one who does.

Shoko, Suguru, and Gojo come to the exchange event in Kyoto.

(First years can't compete, but Yaga weighs the risk of leaving those three alone on campus and promptly brings them with you. They're young adults, but that doesn't outweigh the havoc that Gojo alone can wreak. Suguru pretends to be better, but that's all it is—pretend.)

It's just you and Akira for your year. There are four third years, too. Liabilities, really, but it doesn't matter.

You chew your way through Kyoto's students.

"Okay," Gojo says, peering at the swath of destruction you leave in your wake. "Not a garbage disposal. A blender, maybe."

He almost sounds impressed.

But it's Suguru you can't look away from.

Suguru and the composure that cloaks him, that rolls over him like morning mist as he congratulates you softly.

But his eyes give him away.

They're pitch dark. Vast and encompassing, endless like the outer reaches of space. Beautiful in the terrifying understanding in them.

He says nothing.

You kiss him under the massive camphor tree when you're back on campus, bleary with affection and the long drive back. He slips a hand to your nape. Cradles you close, his fingers pressing greedy into you.

Cinnamon burns fierce on your tongue.

Fushiguro Toji spins everything on its head.

He takes Suguru apart with terrible ease.

He kills Amanai. He kills Gojo.

Gojo doesn't stay dead.

Amanai does.

The scale starts to tip.

Suguru likes to take you apart with his long, pretty fingers. He's slow and teasing, dipping his fingertip just inside your hole, just enough for the stretch of it to ricochet up your spine and into your head, where it settles fuzzy and overwhelming. He smears your slick over your puffy cunt, thumbing at your clit to see you jolt with it. When he sinks his fingers deep, opens you around them, he watches your body swallow them with his pupils blown wide. He curls them up against your sweet spot until you're crying with it, fat tears beading crystalline on your lashes.

He tells you that you have a pretty cunt, that you're gripping his fingers like you can't bear to let go. That you're soaked. That he knows you'll be tight around him, that you'll take him so well.

His cock is long and pretty, flushed red at the tip, glistening with precum. He drops his head into the crook of your neck as you wrap your fingers around the girth of it, as you stroke him slow and steady. His breath is hot and damp against your skin. There's color high in his cheeks, and he drags you into a kiss that's more a smear of your lips.

Suguru pushes into your cunt with a punched-out noise. The stretch of him sears through you, each slow inch knocking you breathless. He drinks down your moan, lets it pour down his throat like wine.

He makes space for himself inside of you. Murmurs your name like it's the only thing he's ever tasted. He's thick in you, heavy in you. He fills you.

You cup his cheek as he fucks into you, a hard drive of his hips that fractures into lightning under your skin. He twines his fingers through yours, pins your hand back above your head. His eyes glint obsidian in the low light. He pushes deep, his hips flexing. He grinds into you until you're gripping at his lean bicep to try and ground yourself.

He scrapes his teeth down the column of your throat, nips at your collarbone. You feel his lips forming words against the salt plane of your skin. They're lost in the wet sounds of his cock sliding slick into your cunt, but you think you know them anyway.

You wrap a leg around his hips and pull him in closer. Let him sink deeper.

For the first time in your life, swallowing someone up feels good.

He finds you a scant two weeks after you walk through the boneyard he made. You're hidden away in a quiet bookshop on the outskirts of Tokyo, tucked between cobalt blue shelves with books piled high in a system long forgotten. The claustrophobic press of the shelves is the only thing holding you together.

You look up, and he's there.

(You can still feel the faintest hint of his residuals inside you, lingering under your skin, pulsing in your veins. Of all the cursed energy you've eaten, his has always lingered longest.

His has always been the energy you keep.)

You think you can taste cinnamon, sharp on your tongue, a slice of cold fire.

He doesn't ask. He simply holds out a hand to you, palm up.

An altar and an offering alike.

You reach out and take his hand.

It's just Suguru.

It always has been.

#jjk x reader #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk imagines #bee writes #bee writes jjk #blood tw #gore tw #death tw #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #not.sfw #back at it again with the minimal dialogue lmao

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side-writes-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Soulmates AU || Sukuna Headcanons

Request:

Hey! Can u do sukuna x (f) reader where they are soulmates. They have each others names in their chest. And they’re dating but nobody knows that.(Sorry english is not my first language)

-Anon

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x fem!reader

Word count: ≈750 words

Genre: fluff

Tw: Swearing

Notes: Thank you dear anon for the request! I had a lot of fun doing it and I hope you don’t mind it being in half head-canon half one shot form. I wanted to try something new.

Feel free to leave a or two or more request in my asks!

Masterpost | Asks/Requests

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☞ First things first, you are not Yuji’s soulmate so the mark changes between the two of them depending on which one of them in controlling the body

☞ The first time people noticed he had a different name on his chest after switching with Yuji they all just went into absolute shock

☞ He himself is surprised actually. He didn’t have a mark before he came back in the form of Yuji.

☞ Sukuna always thought he just didn’t have one and he’ll never have one because before getting put back into a living body, he didn’t have one since you weren’t born yet

☞ Was lowkey kinda happy that he had one but he’s not willing to admit it.

☞ People constantly talked about it

“I really pity the poor girl who got him as her soulmate.”

“I hope the two of them never meet. She doesn’t know what’s in store for her.”

☞ When you first became connected with Jujutsu High, they instantly questioned you about the name on your chest and the talks about pitying you turned into careful watches if you were near Yuji while Sukuna was up to his antics

☞ Everyone tried to shield you away from him because they didn’t want you to get involved with him

☞ It fails horribly because you met in the first week

Walking around the dorm yard at night seemed like anything but a good idea. It was true that the school was high security and everyone gave it their all to protect all the students, but with the recent attacks happening you happened to hear about, you’re mind was screaming at you. Still, you walked around, staring at the sky and taking in the beauty of the forest around you.

‘Maybe I should go back to my room?’ you thought to yourself. Something still compelled you to stay, more so than the feeling telling you you should have left.

“What’s a pesky little girl like you doing here all alone at night?” your head whips around to see the figure behind you. “Are you not afraid of a big bad wolf?” While he wasn’t particularly tall, his build left an aura you knew he meant no good. You couldn’t quite put your finger on why, but the build seemed familiar.

Once he stepped into the light, however, you connected it all together.

“Yuji! Stop trying to scare me, you jerk.” A chuckle escaped your lips but once it did you realised it wasn’t quite Yuji. The marks all around his face were something you weren’t familiar with. No one ever told you about it and whenever your wanted to discuss his techniques, everyone would change the topic around you.

“I’m not Yuji, little lamb.” Yuji’s body spoke more, stirring more curiosity into you. “Ryomen Sukuna, and who might you be, girlie?” A smirked formed on his lips as he loomed over you. However, you couldn’t help but stare at him in confusion.

“I’m... sorry to ruin your little moment, but could you repeat your name again?”

“Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. You might have heard of me from the higher ups. I’m sort of a big deal.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. Lord.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re in awe at how handsome I am, even in this brats-” he continued his cocky behaviour but you cut him off, more shocked than confused.

“YOU’RE MY SOULMATE!?” You stared at him in utter shock while he stared back in confusion and slight annoyance.

☞ You both thought it was going to be bullshit

☞ Turns out this shit isn’t a lie and you two hit it off within the first two weeks of being friends and just managed to work everything out in the best way possible

☞ Like you had so much more in common than you’d think

☞ You decided to give dating a shot because after all, you’re supposed to be soulmates, ya know?

☞ It worked out very well

☞ He spoils you as much as he can, showing you so much love that it’s ridiculous, and you show him the best parts of life

☞ Like oh my god you couldn’t see yourself with any other man apart from him

☞ People don’t know you two even met, let alone the fact you’re already in a relationship

☞ Hiding it as much as possible

☞ Secret dates every so often just to live life as best as you could

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#sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk ryomen #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #headcanons #sukuna headcanons #request

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xxgothchatonxx · 2 years ago

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I’m lowkey scared but also excited & a bit Sad. I don’t want this to end, so I’m milking this second to last episode for all it’s worth! I GASPED SO MANY TIMES THIS EPISODE I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE FUNNY!!!!

The Number of the Beast is 666

* OHHH, The DRAGON!

* OH FUCK IS THAT MOLLY???

* BEDELIA?? OMG I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN!

* “What’s he going to take from you [Bedelia]?” Your leg.

* “He’s in no position to eat me now.” She’s so insane.

* God, William you are so dumb & in love & smart but also dumb & in love.

* AT LAST! A STAB OF HUNGER!!!

* BUT DO YOU ACHE FOR HIM?😭😭😭😭

* And who is the lamb WILLIAM? HANNIBAL BASTARD LECTER

* Lamb to Lion Magical Girl Transformation

* Jack likes being God, Hanni.

* SO YOUR EX BOYFRIEND IS THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB, HANNIBAL?

* NOW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, FRANCIS??

* FREDICK, THE RETURN OF MY FAVORITE ASSHOLE!!!!

* Oh, he’s MAD MAD!

* & Hanni is just standing there, LOVING IT!

* “But this was quantifiably bitchy!” EXACTLY, FREDICK! GET HIS ASS!

* Fredick is so mad, I love it. There’s so much truth to him!

* & again, Hanni is just there, Having His Fun! This is pure entertainment to him! Cat & mouse, forever they go!

* Hannibal is gonna be someone’s bitch? Fuck no babeyyyy

* OHHHH FREDDIE & HER SHITTY BLOWOUT!

* I loooooove this translation decision!

* Oh no, not the evil shoulder touch!!

* Francis is back in his leather straightjacket, what FUN!

* OH NO NO NO FREDICKKKKKKK

* LMAO HE PUT A PAD ON HIS EYES

* Need some chapstick, love?

* I loooooove the Dragon’s voice so MUCH! Terrifying & everywhere! Clearly in opposition to Hannibal, who is whispers and influences!

* OH HE IS STUCK YUCKYYYYYYYYYYYY

* “Believe me?” BITCH, YOU KNOW THE LINE OF WORK YOU’RE IN! AT LEAST ADMIT TO A HINT OF CURIOSITY!

* All Fredrick does is LIE! (Notice how I spelled his name correctly this time? Wow, what a first!)

* OH FREDICK OMG HE IS TERRIFIED WOWWWWWW I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THE DAY

* “And does God help you?” “No.”

* REBA COCKBLOCKED HIM OH MY GOD DONT YOU DARE PUT HER LIFE ON THE LINE, DRAGON!!!

* SHE BROUGHT SOUP😭

* GOD I LOVE REBA SO MUCH!! I love her love!

* He’s an artist, Fredick!

* “A SLUG IN THE SUN!” WOWWWWW

* Oh my god. I LOVE YOU, RICHARD!

* Oh, here comes Dr. Chilton into Francis’ little home movie!

* OH NO DONT PUT THE MASK BACK ON! DONT TAKE THE TEETH OUT, NO WHAT THE FUCK???? YOU TOOK HIS LIPS??

* WHAT IS WITH THE PIANO?? OH MY GOD NO WAIT HE’S GONNA GIVE HIM THE LIPS!! He’s gonna have a snackkkkk

* “Where’s the other one?” MONCH!!!! STRAIGHT TO CAMERA MONCHHHH

* Oh, he’s in a great mood, I kinda love it.

* “That would’ve been you lip is was tasting. Again.” YUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD!

* “You publicly discredited Dr. Chilton.” No offense, Alana, but everyone else had probably been wanting to do that for ages, Hannibal just finally beat you all to it!

* “From my own lips,” OH NO HE DID NOTTT NO STOP TURN IT OFFFFFFFFFF

* “We’re not pilgrims, we’re pets!” OH I LIKE THAT!

* There’s no wondering with Will Graham.

* There is, however, always curiosity!

* oh FUCK NOT THE PARTICIPATION CALLBACK TO THE FIRST FUCKING EPISODE OF THE SEASON!

* William is his agency? Hmmm, I’ll bite

* OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL FREDDIE LOUNDS MURDER FOR FREDRICK!!!

* WOAH THIS IS SOME CURLY HAIR WILLIAM RIGHT THERE

* Look, we all know medically, he’s Very Dead. But the idea of having him still be alive post-fall will never not be funny to me.

* OH MY FUCKING GOD NO YOU KIDNAPPED REBAAAAAAA

* What are we doing back at the house? WHY HAVE YOU KIDNAPPED HER?

* STOP TELLING HER TO SHUT UP!

* UUGHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS BUT HATE THIS I JUST WANT REBA TO BE WELL BUT THAT WONT HAPPEN

I promise, Reba is going to be okay.. well, physically. She is going to live, she'll just need some therapy.

What I love about Fredick in this episode is I piss myself laughing whenever I watch that scene of him and Will discrediting Dolarhyde and Raul's face-acting when Francis is crawling towards him makes me cackle, because I've got a warped sense of humour. But right at the end, despite Fredick being, well, a dick, I do kind of feel bad for him. But the fact he didn't realize he was being used is a testament to just how stupid our boy Fredick is. Side-note, that was REALLY cool makeup!

Adaptation-wise it was a really cool twist because in the book it's Freddy Lounds but because that character's been genderswapped in this show and Bryan didn't want to put his Freddie in that kind of situation, which does have sexual undertones (remember Bryan had a very strict "no rape storylines" policy which is greatly appreciated), he was like "...well let's use our other Fred!"

The fucking *lip slurp* is just comedy gold! "That could've been your lip I was tasting... again" ooohhhh where's Bella when you need her??

But yes... now we come to the ending... *le sigh*

#myst is me #Myst & Nat presents Hanni and Friends #hannibal

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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The Early Bird – Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Genre: smut, pretty much pwp, drabble, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello hummingbirds! I just came in quickly to type in this very very brief Jungkook smutty drabble because after today’s pics well... Me and my mates (shoutout to @nervous-moon) were a bit all over the place. Not much plot. Just filth.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: very smutty Jk. Filthy as hell. Lots of swearing. Dirty talking. Slight corruption kink. Post-workout testosterone galore. Degradation kink; dommy JK, very patronising. Lots of switching positions. Multiple orgasms. Unprotected sex (get tested before going bare with your partner. Pretty please). Very lowkey spanking. Lots of tattoo kinks. He touches between her legs without her consent (Candy is sleeping), but she *does* give him consent as soon as she wakes up. I understand some people could be triggered by this and I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.

In case you need it, here is my masterlist.

Enjoy💜✨

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Jeongguk exited his home gym and headed for the kitchen to grab a fresh bottle of water. Uncapping it quickly, he took a large mouthful, draining the bottle with a series of loud gulps.

His early morning work out routine had several perks: the great peace of mind which helped him start a new day, the sense of focus that made his nerve endings jolt to life before he started his daily routine, and the pleasing idea of hitting the shower detoxifyed, after sweating sleep and the remnants of the previous day off himself.

It felt right to start the day with exercise.

It felt a bit less right to wake up an hour earlier and abandon you in his bed, warm and cosy and so soft, smelling of his fabric softener and that sweet lotion that he liked so much.

He took off his shirt on the way to the bedroom, dropping it off in the basket in the laundry room. Shirtless and sweaty, he reached the bedroom door, his mind already going places as his hand rubbed at his abs, climbing up to his chest.

There you were, innocent in your sleeping form, curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, the white sheets exposing your legs and your chest.

You looked so pretty. So small. So pure and unprotected. You looked like a delicate lamb, napping in a soft cloud of perfect peacefulness. It looked like even in your sleep you were offering yourself to him.

He felt ravenous. Predatorial.

He undressed quickly, feeling only slightly guilty as he stroked himself a couple times, his hand meeting his shaft already half hard, blood pressure spiking as he felt his own hand on his flesh.

But it wouldn’t do. Because nothing could compare to the velvet of your cunt, the sweet, sticky wetness of your arousal coating your folds, like honey waiting to be tasted, licked, violated. You were there, laying gently, and he was at the feet of the bed, ready to pounce on you, already imagining the sweet little coos you would emit while waking up, his cock spearing you, your mouth parting in an ‘o’ as realisation hit you.

Slowly and clumsily he climbed on the bed, crawling towards you on three limbs as one hand was still busy on his length.

He hovered above you, bending at his elbow to lean his head against your breast, kissing any part of your chest that was uncovered by your arm, curled up against your front.

Looking at your face, he gently moved his hand away from his sex, sliding it under the covers and brushing it against the curve of your bottom, sliding his middle finger between your folds, moaning at the wetness.

“Sweetie.” He whispered against your ear. “Wake up, Candy.” He murmured with a soft voice. “I need my sweet girl.” He teased, his finger searching for your clit.

Your body finally reacted, your eyelids fluttering open. “Gguk.” You whined, still sleepy.

“Hello, sweet thing.” He said, smiling happily.

You took in his damp hair, his lack of a shirt. “You back from the gym?” You asked, frowning as you yawned.

“Yes, Candy.” He cooed, nuzzling his hair against your bosom as soon as you offered your chest to him.

“And why is your hand between my legs?”

“Because I need my sweet girlfriend’s sweet pussy.” He growled, his mouth outright filthy in a way that normally wasn’t unless he felt like totally wrecking you.

Grabbing his wrist, you removed his hand, turning on your back and trying to wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. “Just use me.” You murmured, closing your eyes and kissing his bicep flexed beside our head, your mouth landing distractedly on one of his tattoos.

“Don’t worry, I’ll think about it for you, baby.” With one arm he held his weight off you, while with the other, he untangled the bedsheets from your form, tugging them off and exposing your body in all of its perfect nakedness. Next his arm slithered under your back, lifting you off the mattress and helping you up as he rose on his knees, kneeling on the bed.

Slowly, he made his way to the edge of the mattress, placing his ass down and unfolding his legs, letting his feet rest against the floor. He had seen this position on a video while he was away on tour but somehow it had slipped away, coming back to him earlier as he lifted some weights in the gym.

You simpy laid your head on the crook of his neck, kissing his skin and enjoying the salty feel of his sweat on your lips. Your legs loosened around his waist as he settled in this new position.

“I need you to listen carefully, Candy.” He growled at your ear. “I’m gonna do you rough, baby, but I know you’ve just woken up.”

You nodded distractedly beneath his ear, snuggling him.

“I’ll be careful first, but next I need you to hold tight.” He kissed your temple and caressed your spine. “I’ll take care of you.” He promised. “I’ll take care of everything.” He murmured against your ear. “I need to slide in, ____.” He explained, gripping his shaft and rubbing it against your folds.

“Do it.” You said sleepily, whimpering as he pushed the tip in, groaning.

“Feels good?” He asked, giving a delicate thrust in, his other hand against the small of your back, pushing you towards him as he slid in.

“Very.” You murmured, letting your open mouth rest against his neck, your tongue slipping out and curling against his skin, tasting his sweat, searching for the little mole that always drove him crazy under the tip of your tongue. He was addictive.

“It was made for you, Candy.” He groaned with a chuckle. “It was made to make you whimper and moan like a little slut.” He sank deep into you, bottoming out.

You simply exhaled at his neck. If he was already degrading you in that cocky, teasing way of his, then he was really needy. Good thing you were craving him too.

His arms snaked under your legs, the crook of his elbows slotting against the bend of your knees while his hands settled on the small of your back, holding you as his biceps flexed and lifted you, making you slide off his cock.

“Oh god.” You murmured at his neck, biting his skin to keep yourself from being too loud.

“That good?” He asked. “Wait till I slam you down again.” He said, growling, his voice strained as he slowly, made you twirl on him, only the tip inside, rubbing against the tight rim of muscles at your entrance before he let you slide on him again, your hands finding the long locks of his hair at his nape and tugging them desperately as he reached the bottom of your cunt, flexing his strong thighs and glutes to give a few small thrusts before lifting you up again, this time keeping you midair as he bent his head, licking the shell of your ear.

“You’re being too quiet. Need it faster? Harder?” He slid you down gently, using his hands to press your hips forward, against his, until he could feel every square inch of your inner muscles fighting between swallowing him in and pushing him out. “Did you get used to hard and fast?” He asked, sliding you up slowly again and grunting in effort as he bit your earlobe. “Or maybe you need me to fuck you like my bitch.” He slammed you down. Hard.

You let your mouth hang open in a loud cry, your lungs empty.

“That way, uh? Dirty pretty whore you are. Just for me.” He cried out, angling your body away from his, your head lifting from his shoulder and trying to stay upright as you looked into his dark pupils, your stare a bit lost and vacant as he started lifting you up and down like you weighted nothing, looking at you as your eyes crossed, mouth open, a series of short gasps making your lips part in smaller or larger ‘o’s.

He was beautiful, almost painfully so. His brow was furrowed, his lower lip tucked between his teeth before it slid out, his jaw dropping as you squeezed his with your kegels and started helping him, riding his cock with small thrusts of your pelvis, as far as his arms allowed you in that caged position. “Need to ride my cock?” He asked with an arrogant smirk, his eyes rolling closed as you squeezed him particularly tight.

“Yes.” You replied simply.

“But I need to see your silly face as I fuck you stupid, just like this.” He objected, slowing down for a few thrusts, focusing on hitting your sweet spot. The spongy head of his cock rubbed against your G-spot repeatedly, making you call his name, stuttering it a couple times as your breath caught in your throat. “Like that.” You called, unwrapping an arm from his neck and bringing it between your legs, trying desperately to conjure your first high.

“Come on. Give me that cockhungry little pout. Let me see your filthy mouth open wide for me.” He said, leaning down to suck your nipple into his mouth, pumping it a couple times with the tight sucking of his cheeks before releasing it. “I want your gorgeous tits blushing while you cum on my cock.” He growled against your other breast, taking the other nipple in his mouth before he started sliding you up and down his length like you were nothing but a fleshlight, using you for his pleasure.

“Gguk. I—” Next, an inarticulate ramble left your lips, your body arching away from him with the perfect angle that trapped your clit between your expert fingers and the divine fullness of Jeongguk’s cock rubbing the inner nerve endings from inside.

Your body didn’t stop shaking even as he started leaning down, his arms unhooking from below your legs and simply coming up to place his hands on your waist.

“I’m not done with you, my sweet fuckdoll.” He looked you in the eye as his tattoed hand slapped your ass with a dry cracking sound. “Your velvet cunt hasn’t taken my cum yet.” And just like that, he started helping you ride him, the only thing saving you from overstimulation the lack of attention on your clit.

“Gguk. Please.” You begged, not even sure for what.

“What is it,” he grunted, both his hands grabbing your ass and helping it up before his palms slid up to your sides, grabbing you and slamming you down.

“Need you on top.” You whined, trying to sweeten him.

He smirked. “Lazy pillow princess, ain’t you?” He slapped your ass again, the stinging feeling making your lips part and your eyes water slightly.

It felt all too good. “You do it better than me.” You praised him, definitely knowing how to get what you want.

He nodded, eyebrows lifting. “I do.” He said, holding your front close to his chest and making you roll on your back, his body inviting you to slide forward, toward the middle of the bed, so that his legs could find purchase on the mattress and he could hammer into you just the way you like it.

Once his body was perched on top of you, he helped one of your legs over his shoulder. “Hold on tight, love.” He teased before he slammed into you in one violent stroke.

Your eyes shot open, a helpless cry tearing your lips open as you looked at him, tears rimming your eyelids.

“Oh, what’s that?” He asked with a bastard’s grin on his face. “Is it so good that I’m gonna make you cry?” He slid out slowly, all the way to the tip, before his cock split you open again. “Go on and cry for it.” He sneered, his whole body getting lost into a hard and fast hammering inside you.

“Gguk, dammit, please. I wanna cum.” You cried out, your hand sliding between your legs.

He slowed down only to slap away your filthy fingers. “Gonna cum for this cock alone.” He said, angling his hips perfectly in that way that always drove you crazy. “Like the good slut you are for me.” He bent forward to your chest, biting the upper curve of your breast. “Make me feel your velvet cunt milk me dry.” He groaned, desperate. “I know you can do it, ____. You’re my little cockfairy.” He teased, so lost in the tightness and warmth of you that his tongue got that loose and reckless.

You simply started meeting his thrusts, your brow furrowing, while you looked at the muscles of his shoulders flex, his biceps tightening and relaxing with the effort, and the beatiful ink covering his upper arm, so alive with the movements.

He moved your other leg over his shoulder, sinking so deep inside you that your body snapped before you could even understand the fullness you were experimenting.

Your ears filled with a shrill screech, his face going from a series of tight lines — creased forehead, scrunched nose and wrinkled eyes — to relaxed planes, with his mouth opened wide, his lips so soft and temptingly red, his eyelids slowly fluttering close.

“Your pussy is a whole damn miracle.” He muttered against your soft breasts pillowing his head. “I wanna die inside it and go to pussy heaven.”

You tried to laugh as gently as possible while he rested on top of you, his cock still burrowed deep inside you. “I love you, silly bun.” You said, still a bit breathless.

“I’m sorry for the nasty words. You know I love you too.” He said, mouthing at your soft curves and sucking a bruise there.

“Cockfairy, uh?” You said, teasingly.

He giggled. “Shut up.”

“Never.” You replied. combing his hair out of his face.

He lifted his head with a raised eyebrow. “Then maybe I should feed you my cock and shut you up.”

Round two? Already? You were feeling spoiled. “Maybe you should.”

He grinned and slid out of you, slowly climbing up your body. “Open up, pretty doll.”

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multimetaverse · 4 years ago

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Riverdale 5x04 Recap

Reggie getting lines is the first sign this must be a dream sequence

The Saving Private Archie sequence was well done. The twist where Hiram shoots Archie was a good one I’ll give RAS that

When discussing Archie in the army with some friends last week I said that they would only refer to Archie having been in a war and would only refer to the enemy as the enemy and lo and behold

Archie reading a book is already the most unrealistic thing abut this ep

Archie reading a Farewell to Arms is in keeping with the writer’s usual subtlety

The Second World War style army uniforms work great with the show’s aesthetic

Toni’s pregnant! And the White Wyrm is Pop’s basement!

RAS said we’d probably find out who Toni’s baby daddy is in 5x08. Presumably it’s someone we know which doesn’t leave a long list of potential father: Reggie or Sweetpea would be at the top of the list

Pop Tate better not be dead

Trash bag killer sounds nice!

A Fargo name drop

Is Betty sleeping with her instructor? That’s so unethical

Oh god they’re going full Silence of the Lambs with Betty having been kept in a pit by the trash bag killer

So the Trash bag killer captured an FBI agent and instead of killing her he held her captive for 2 weeks until she either escaped or was rescued or was let go? Unless there’s gonna be some big twist that really doesn’t sound likely to me

That serial killer brother (along with her serial killer dad) is exactly why Betty would never have been let into the real FBI

Chadwick is such a douchey name ( and he lowkey dresses like Hiram). He wants kids after just a year of marriage and wants Veronica to work less? Lotta red flags already

I’m going to quote an interview RAS did with E News regarding the timeline:

"Yeah, we're definitely in a time paradox," he says. "I think it would have been less jarring if we'd had the organic season break. But yes...the show's timeless so that's what we're hanging on to, to be honest. Like yes if you if you really, if you really analyze it it's like we're either in 2028, or we've been seven years in the past...there's a discrepancy there for sure." And yes, he also acknowledges that Veronica claimed post-jump that it is still 2021."Yes, she says it's 2021," he agrees. "But I think in the graduation episode it was also 2020...there's a discrepancy there for sure."

I have extremely low expectations for the Riverdale writers but fucking around with the timeline you’ve already established is just a slap in the face to the audience. Better shows than Riverdale have botched their timelines and it’s always a symptom of big problems in the writers room when they can’t even handle that basic task. Not to mention the contempt it shows to the audience

Graduation was in 2020 so it should be 2027 now. Even if they didn’t graduate in 2020, Fred’s tombstone said he died in 2019 so how does that math add up? If it’s now 2021 and the kids graduated back in 2014 then that would mean that Riverdale High’s first graduating class was in 1939 rather than 1945 which would mean that those classmates who inspired Archie to join the army were enlisting months before the Second World War broke out and two and a half years before the attack on Pearl Harbour caused the USA to enter to war

All strong marriages are built on deception (was that a reference to Katy Keene from the now cancelled Katy Keene show?). This accident better have really been serious if they keep bringing it up

Nice to see Hermione again

They look fine for surviving a helicopter crash

Chadwick collects faberge eggs just like Hiram... and Veronica decided to sell it... methinks Chadronica is not gonna last

Ah yes Fitzgerald and Hemmingway, two writers known for their happy lives and peaceful deaths of old age, really good examples to live by Jughead

Lmao! Only Jughead would be seduced by a chick wanting him to read her book

Good on Kangs for staying together this whole time

Cheryl is straight up living in the 19th century and I’m here for it. Thank god Nana Rose is alive

Reggie working for Hiram is an interesting twist

Kinda weird that Toni is trying to get back together with Cheryl when she’s pregnant with some dude’s kid. Honestly it makes perfect sense that Cheryl would believe that she’s cursed

Omg is Cheryl gonna get into art forgery?? That would actually be so great

Of fucking course we’re circling back to Hiram’s real estate deals

Thank god Pop Tate is alive

Man how stupid do you have to be to hitch hike nowadays especially when the truck that pulls up has a fucking skeleton on the front!

Once more I’ll quote RAS on the serial killer plot:

"As that mystery unfolds, it starts enveloping all of our characters," Aguirre-Sacasa says. "And in some ways tragically, including a character we've known and loved since season one."

That’s a vague statement that something bad will happen but if he means that a character we’ve known and loved since S1 is dying then it won’t be any of the mains. Sheriff Keller would be a good tragic death, the last of the good dads left in Riverdale

In another interview focusing on the ships RAS mentioned that Bughead would still have a lot of trauma from the Barchie kiss to work through, that Barchie would have a deep connection, and that Varchie still have a spark but Archie wouldn’t make a move on Ronnie while she’s still married

I would be surprised if Chadwick doesn’t meet a violent death at some point so I don’t think he’s a long term obstacle. If Hiram is the big bad for the remainder of the series then there’s a path to get Varchie back together as they team up to take him down

RAS also mentioned how nice it was to not always have to write couple scenes, to be able to have Betty scenes without Jughead and Veronica scenes without Archie and vice versa. An odd statement to make as no one was forcing him to keep those couples together. The writers could easily have broken up Varchie after Hiram’s numerous attempts to kill Archie or used the fact that Bughead had a shared half brother and their parents were living together in a romantic relationship to sink them

Well until next Riverdalers

#Riverdale #Varchie #Bughead #Barchie #Archie Andrews #Betty Cooper #Veronica Lodge #Jughead Jones #Choni #Toni Topaz #Cheryl Blossom #Riverdale Recaps

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I Love Matthew Fairchild aka Incoherent Thoughts about Chain of Iron (2021) by Cassandra Clare

I made one of these rant-rave reviews for SJM's book so check it out if you want, no pressure tho lmao.

Aight so I finished Chain of Iron last night and OMG I HAVE TO YELL like I loved it sooo much like yooo, I have a lot to say. I know the book is new so... beware for spoilers plebs.

Also context: I been reading the Shadowhunter books since I was 12 and I'm 19 now *insert dead emoji face* so yeah, I'm just so happy rn with where the Chronicles have come and the fact that they’re still ongoing *insert uwu face*. I remember when in like 2014-2015 or something when Cassandra Clare teased that Will and Tessa's kids' generation was gonna get a trilogy set in Edwardian London, loosely based on Great Expectations, and holy hell? I think that was perhaps one of the best days of my life considering how much I adore The Infernal Devices (that trilogy really changed the way I see YA literature... don't ask cus I won't shut up about it) (also yes I read TMI and loved it too but there's a “generation gap” between TMI and the other Shadowhunter books stylistically so don't ask me about that either cus I also won't shut up).

Anyway, shoo from here if you want a critical essay on Chain of Iron. I'm not providing that, this is just me raving here for the fun.

Listen... I want the bulk of this to just be two main things: The Matthew Situation, and then all the literary and judeo-christian meta aspects of it.

BUT I ALSO NEED TO TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE SO FRICK LET'S JUST START WITH THE OBVIOUS SHIT LIKE THE PLOT AND WHATEVER

Okay, the plot and writing and shit, let's get that out of the way:

The WHOLE Jack-the-Ripper-esque ambiance was just sooooo good man wow like I did not expect the book to take this cold turn but it worked so well. There was such a contrast between Jamie and Cordelia's warm little house and then the cold winter and the stabbings and shit and it felt like a nice little callback to the actual Ripper phenomenon that preceded them and a nod to the Whitechapel Fiend story from Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy.

Bitch OFC that whole thing with Wayland was a set-up like nawww that was too easy to spot and I get why Cordelia feels like shit about it.

Dawg Lucie was just the Among Us imposter here in that my girl was just venting and sneaking around with dead people and I was like nooooo girl run, don't deal with Fade this is a set-up THINK ABOUT JULES LUCIE THAT'S LIKE YO GREAT-GRANDSON *sobs* but yeah anyway my girl has death powers she gonna kill some bitches next book.

You see that confrontation between Lilith and Belial? MASTERPIECE DIALOGUE like this was the point within which I was just like "yo is this the book of Genesis or a YA Fantasy novel" like when Lilith said "I may have been cast out but I did not fall" like??????????????????? I YELLED she did not have to END Belial like that. What a bad bitch.

More on Lilith and Belial... "You, who brought nations into darkness? Shall I finally be able to tell the infernal realms you have gone mad, lost even the image of the Creator." HAHAHHAHAHA SHE SAID "YO BELIAL GO GET SOME THERAPY AND GET OFF MY ASS" LIKE??????

Ughhhh yasss Clare has improved writing diverse characters in this book compared to in The Dark Artifices in my opinion... I'm not gonna expand on it cus ain't nobody got time for that but like, I enjoyed how she wove Persian poetry and tales into the story and the way in which she writes Cordelia and Alistair. They're not caricatures of Persian people but rather multi-faceted beings who also happen to be Persian and I appreciate that. Also, Alistair and Thomas and Anna and Ariadne were just so fun and interesting to read as coupbles but also as individuals. She really higlighted diversity in a very natural manner. All I need is a hijabi character and I’ll die a happy woman lmao.

The level of META man like the references to Classics and art (I swear, she might have compared Matthew to angels out of Caravaggio AND Rosetti AND Boticelli paintings and I Am Living For It) and just all the quotes from holy books and shit omg I love it here like you really feel catapulted into the time period, she draws reference to external art and philosophy so well and I feel like she upped the notch on it in this book (didn’t know that was possible but it was the prose is BEAUTIFUL, archaic, but not pretentiously so). No, like the characters live in their OWN worlds of literature and art and history in the way we are living in THEIRS. They quote Wilde and Milton while we'll quote Clare. It's awesome.

This is an unusually structuralist take even from me but: I like the way the milieu social of the book, i.e., the high society Edwardian circles and their values, have a direct influence on the plot. James and Cordelia got married because society’s values essentially forced them to, not a demon. Cordelia abandons Jamie at the end of Iron because her shame as a woman in society and fear for her reputation made her, not a demon. Thomas and Alistair can't be together solely because of how Alistair tarnished the reputation of the Fairchilds and Lightwoods by using the horror of infidelity against them. Issues relating to marriage, gender roles, etc, stemming DIRECTLY from the time period rule the sequence of events to the same degree as the epic fantasy aspects (demons, Princes of Hell, the lore itself) do and I LOVE that dear God above.

OKAY THE GOOD SHIT LET US TALK ABOUT CHARACTERS AND SHIPS (N.B. but imma discuss Matthew and the Fairstairs situation separately below this portion):

Alistair's redemption arc: No, cus Alistair's redemption arc is honestly amazing. He really did change and it's not like his betterment as a person was linked to any one heroic deed but rather he simply decided he wanted to be better especially for his family and he decided to become a proper protective son, a caring brother, and an amiable friend. He fully owned up to his Malfoy tendencies and apologized without expecting forgiveness. He shows how he cares in the little ways and omg it's so sweet and tender. I really do want him to love himself now and be embraced by Matthew especially and the rest of the Thieves.

Dawg Lucie and Jesse are so funny to me like it's so hilarious how this girl fell in love with a whole ass ghost that no one else knows about like HHAHA. Are Lucie and Jesse my ult ship ever? Nah, but it's nothing to do with Clare, it's just that their relationship happened pretty quick and feels quite like something epicly romantic that Lucie herself would write. I just like slow burn and friends-to-lovers the most from Clare. To be honest part of me just wanted Lucie to not have a romantic arc all together but like, it's all good, I'm not complaining.

Okay Grace- like yooooooooooo I never hated her yunno. She has been abused and isolated all her life. It's not that she is a bad person, but rather that she does not know what being a person even entails. Can't even say she's a “doll” of a person cus she's never even been pampered like one by her family. I really started understanding her motivations since when they gave us her half-childhood with Jesse. I want better for her but cmon can she REALLY be saved???

GRACE X CHRISTOPHER *pretends to be shocked*... Okay, sometime in the middle of the Dark Artifices series some big brain put together a very thorough family tree of the families and like, it clearly showed that Grace and Christopher got married so like, lmfaooooo, I knew this was coming one way or another, but the journey to this ship is more important than the destination. Like in a way Christopher is such a cute baby lamb that it makes sense he'd end up being immune to her Grace-ness when he's just a cute little Einstein boiii. Like this is just so funny to me cus he's so oblivious to social conventions while she makes the milieu social her entire life so OFC it's gonna work. Like, this is such a worlds-colliding trope like just Give It To Me.

James and Grace - aw mannn Jamie just had me fricking wanting to hit a wall every two seconds cus like yooooooo every single time I think he and Cordelia are gonna stop being emotionally-constipated spouses, Jamie says some kinda shit like "omg me and Daisy are just friends uwu" like DO I NEED TO HIT YOU?????????? See I can't blame him for not slamming the door on Grace's face even tho he totes should- Jamie is so cerebral and kind that even if Grace wasn't using the enchantment on him, I think he would always be soft for her even if it isn't in a romantic way. There's just so much miscommunication cus like he said "Thank God" when she broke off the engagement with Charles and lowkey embraced her but it also wasn't his fault cus it wasn't even romantic BUT OFC IT LOOKED HORRIBLE TO CORDELIA like James literally never told the woman at least once that he loved her so OFC she thought she was back to square one with him dear God above what a mess. Not his fault, but she DID set down one rule for him: don’t cheat with Grace. And yeah even tho he hasn’t properly cheated, it must FEEL horrible to her cus she’s just been enduring the pain of their unrequeted love for so long :((

See imma just say it but if Cordelia thought that James didn't love Grace then she def would have confessed to him about her feelings right but like James, on the other hand, was delaying his own romantic confession cus he was BEING EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED and I can't even say the bracelet was solely to blame cus like my boi was just being so difficult omg I believe he should be lightly spanked by his three parents aka Will, Tessa and Jem *cries*.

Cordelia is such a MOM like she's so mature and stable and her self-preservation instinct? OFF THE CHARTS I love this woman like James definitely treated her well as a hubby but like I JUST WANTED HER TO HAVE CLOSURE ABOUT SOMETHING and boy oh boy she did get that closure she got it good but not from the person she expected in the LEAST *hehe* *pelican screeching*... like Lucie was being sus with the whole ghost business and James was being just, quite a case, dealing with Grace and Belial right and I don't blame them at all for their secrecy and shit but her FATHER DIED and her friends were hiding a lot from her so in a way she turned to Alistair for help but he could only do so much cus of his own pain (she couldn't even talk to her mom cus she's pregnant and she doesn't wanna stress her right) and then there was this emotional block between her and Jamie, Lucie was often absent and conspiring with the dead... the last person remaining was HIM (imma discuss this soon), but yeah my heart just went OUT to her cus she's tryna save herself and her family and she just doesn't know what to do. That's why I love the way her mom told her to stop holding herself back for others and live her own life. Like Cordelia grew on me so much cus in Gold she undoubtedly was a strange Elizabeth Bennet-wallflower hybrid and I... do not usually get attached to wallflowers but in Iron I feel like I finally understood that she was just tryna be unproblematic and self-preserving all along and nottt put her family and friends in a tough situation.... she reminds me of my mom personality-wise so yeah I’m totally rooting for her now that her *situation* in the past seems clearer.

Anna, Thomas and Matthew are such a SQUAD lmfaooooo like united in their gayness they'd be so unstoppable.

Will and Tessa are the most in-love of all the in-loves in this story and I respect that so much.

I lost a year to my life every time the romance between James and Cordelia got cockblocked. Like they were MARRIED and I thought they were gonna at least sleep next to each other at least once BUT NO James couldn't take a hint omg I'm actually gonna eat my fist and sob (but in retrospect, I think this serves a bigger purpose in terms of the narrative structure i.e. the interruption of all the spicy James and Cordelia action serves a bigger purpose which I think brings me to my next section, *exhale*)

Welcome to the Matthew Fairchild Enthusiast Club (this section is me talking out loud; it makes no sense):

bitch.

LISTEN TO ME LISTEN WELL I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH IMMA SCREAM I REALLY AM GONNA SCREAM MY FIST IS LITERALLY IN MY MOUTH *BACKFLIPS OFF THE ROOF WITH LANA DEL REY PLAYING*

Okay like where to BEGIN I think the Shadowhunter boy who I'm most attracted to is Julian while the one I love the most is Will but I think I see myself in Matthew the most. Like ever since that first story where the Thieves all met at the Academy then got expelled, I think that I just KNEW Matthew was destined to be epic. Plus the whole Wilde obsession? I’m no libertine myself but I just love his chaos and passion for life.

NO CUS HE'S SO WITTY AND SWEET AND EPIC AND YET SO SECRETIVE AND DEAR GOD ABOVE AHHHHH WILL HE SURPASS JULIAN FOR ME??? Ion even know but this is just sodjsgdwsdygyegydgef

Hear me out but I said after finishing Gold last March that I wanted this book to be Matthew's healing arc right so halfway into the book when I realized that we weren't getting all that good healing arcing I was confused just cus I thought it seemed natural to address all of his alcohol issues and sadness by now. LITTLE DID I KNOW CASSIE WAS SETTING UP A WHOLE OTHER ARC WITH HIM THAT I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED WTH.

At first I thought Matthew didn't have feelings for anyone at all, and if he DID develop feelings unexpectedly, I fricking thought that maybe he's catching feelings for James, if anyone??? I mean, I did have some suspicions about Matthew from the get-go: like he's so secretive and as readers we think we know everything there is to know about him since we were all privy to the truth potion incident in his short story right BUT NO I GOT PLAYED AND I DESERVE IT SO BADDDDDD.

Listen I hadn't shipped him and Cordelia simply because I never thought it in the realm of possibility but it MAKES SENSE as a ship... think about it: he never says what he feels, he flirts with her like he does with EVERYONE, he is kind to her in the way he is with EVERYONE. Really, Matthew is shippable with everyone, doesn’t matter if they’re taken cus that’s just what his Matthewnes allows for ya feel. There is such a beautiful irony that CORDELIA herself did not see this coming. Even the little teasers and hints in Gold have only NOW started making sense to me likejhss. I just felt like the hints in book 1 did not indicate to me that Matthew really harbored real romantic feelings for Daisy. I thought he was upset that James and Cordelia were being fakes, not a developing CRUSH on the woman fgs.

Not to mention that you usually sense a ship building when the emotional connection or sexual tension between the characters is made clearer but to me their FRIENDSHIP grew right but it didn’t feel like Cordelia was thought that she liked him or he liked her so that means me and Cordelia are clowns *together* 😤

Okay I was lowkey having SUSPICIONS but I immediately shut them down right... like firstly when he took her to the White Horse in his car and she went OFF and OFF and off about how she felt free for the first time? I thought Cassie was just tryna develop Cordelia's self-liberation arc through Matthew there. Heck, I didn't even think ANYTHING of it when Matthew confession to Cordelia about the "truth potion" incident at all cus I was like they're FRIENDS??? BUT now it's adding up now...

See when they were at the inn place and he was telling her that she doesn't in the least seem like a 100 year-old married woman? I was like hmmmm he's so sweet but why did Cassie phrase it like that like??? When Cordelia later reiterated that she thought Matthew's flirting was “meaningless”?? I was like hmmm kinda SUS tho. And then when he and James had their fight over the way Jamie kissed Grace like again I thought he was just like? ion know? mad at James for it but I didn't think he was in LOVE with Cordelia??? So I immediately put aside my slight suspicions. The probability that he had a crush on James at that point seemed more likely to me.

BUT THEN it started hitting me that every time Matthew drank, even before he explained his issue with the truth potion, that Cordelia would note it, she would worry about him, she would think of her father which seemed so poetic to me, history repeating itself and all that but this time you can FIX it??? Yeah, but again I didn't think the L WORD would be involved man???

Now imma sound like a delulu shipper here but it just makes sense they would develop feelings logically- reason being that it definitely is possible based on the way Cassie set up the story, like there's a combination of little “friend things” that can turn this into a proper ship: Matthew rescues Cordelia in the ballroom when Grace captures James' attention in Gold. Cordelia sees her father in Matthew all the time but knows now she has a chance to be there for him in the way she couldn't have been there for Elias (classic “history repeats itself” trope, she doesn't want Matthew drinking in Paris like dhshghdfhdhch). Cordelia tastes freedom for the first time when driving with Matthew. Matthew caught James and Cordelia making out in the room and was pissed but not even HE properly knew why then??? Umm, when she thinks James is forreal cheating with Grace on her she subconsciously goes to Matthew??? I also found it funny just how every intimate marital moment between her and James got interrupted somehow. Like, it's as if the narrative is just a living force REFUSING to let James and Cordelia as a ship be consecrated. Heck, every time Matthew is scantily clothed Cordelia notes it. LITTLE CRUMBS I TELL YOU LITTLE CRUMBS.

I tell you when Cordelia showed up to Matthew's flat I thought they were gonna f*ck as friends but I got SOMETHING EVEN BETTER SOMEHOW

THEY ARE GOING TO PARIS LA BELLE EPOQUE PARIS THE PARIS OF DREAMS AND ART LIKE??? FRICKKKKK I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING AT ALLLL MAN? I deadass thought the story would be restrained to the UK but like it MAKES SENSE the trope subversion MAKES SENSE.

“In Paris, with you, I will not need to forget.” SHITTRGEGGGDG

BUT CORDELIA LOVES JAMES TOO LIKE I CAN'T DENY THAT... where are we GOING with this like Matthew wouldn't lie about his feelings and yet Cassie wouldn't give us Matthew and Cordelia crumbs to only end it in the next book immediately for her to just ditch him for James. I mean she was clearly holding back on fleshing out James and Cordelia as a ship for this but to WHAT END??? Daisy feels wild and free with Matthew and she feels warm at home warm with James. I can’t advocate for the sinking of ANY ship here.

Imma say what we're all thinking: Is she gonna give us a Will x Jem x Tessa type situation where Cordelia gets both of them cus I'm not strong enough for this but I also think it'd be really funny if James gets a surprise bi awakening in the next books and then we get POLY even tho this would never happen, it’s actually impossible, because of the whole parabatai thing.

Listen I ship Cordelia and Matthew much more than Cordelia and James, not that I dislike James in any way tho. It's just: Matthew is so unrestrained and she's so composed. They seem like an unlikely pair so it makes sense that they hit harder for me. James and Cordelia have such similar personalities but I ALSO don't ship James with Grace at all so like?? Poly would be... ideal... but it can’t happen especially cus they are fricking parabatai... a Will-Jem-Tessa situation seems more likely but mannnn ion know what to expect. I just want FAIRSTAIRS to have their moment in Paris. I mean James and Matthew clearly don't abhor each other for this.

Take everything I say with several grains of salt, take everything I say with the whole Dead Sea actually, cus I damn well know that Matthew is so flirty and whatnot that I’d have shipped him with anyone in their little circle but now that she set him up with Cordelia it all feels so right?? I have wanted this man in a good relationship since he walked onto the page in Nothing But Shadows so-

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I can't believe Cassia duped me like this omg, Matthew is gonna have his healing arc in Paris with Cordelia by his side like- THIS IS ALL I HAVE WANTED AND SO MUCH MORE. Question to yall btw: are you all as surpised at Fairstairs as me or did yall see it coming all along like smart people? Am I a lone clown? 🥺

BRUH okay criticisms of CC?:

Lmfao a part of me feels like I GOTTA say something bad about CC or the book but honestly I have no objective complaints about it as of now. Am I saying that it’s the PEAK of Young Adult literature and Urban Fantasy? I mean, I make no such claims tbh. I’m not here to be critical when I read as a hobby and when CC’s writing makes me happy regardless of how flawed some people see it.

Okay what next?

So like I’m excited for the adult high fantasy she’s releasing in the fall and whatever other works she might be releasing outside of Chain of Gold within the Chronicles.

As for TLH itself? Man I’m just VIBING like I suspect I will reread Chain of Iron soon and maybe one of the anthologies just because I am happy that this series actually happened after me waiting like 6 years for it when it was just a concept: a Dickensian retelling filled with poetry and culture and history and the conventions I so loved in TID at age 12. This is all I been wanting tbh. I’m just enjoying watching this series come to fruition for it to inspire and transform me in some way. I feel like in a way my coming-of-age aligns with that of these specific characters yet I ALSO feel like I raised Jamie since infancy. Wack.

MATTHEW AND CORDELIA IN FRANCE LA BELLE EPOQUE TO BE EXACT IMMA CRY I DID NOT SEE THIS COMING AND AHHHHHH. ALSO WILL AND JAMIE GOING TO CORNWALL TO GET LUCIE AND MAYBE BOND I LOVE WILL. HE WAS ONE OF MY DILF AWAKENINGS AT AGE 12 AND NOW HE’S HERE AGAIN IMMA CRY. I WANNA SEE MATTHEW GET HAPPY. AHHH.

Ending with a fun quote: “In the wise words of someone or other, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Maurice.” 😉

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beeblackburn · 4 years ago

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The First Law for the fandom ask! 😁

The first character I ever fell in love with: In hindsight, Logen Ninefingers, given how much he eviscerates his character trope so completely even then, but in the immediate, at the time, sense? The moment Sand dan Glokta first complained about the steps, my heart was gripped and it took awhile.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: On a personal level, too many to count, everyone’s either such a piece of shit or were written sympathetically enough before Abercrombie knocked the pedestal off them in this series. That being said, Sand dan Glokta. I still really like him, partly thanks to The Trouble with Peace and one hell of a choice scene, but after what he did near the end of Last Argument of Kings, and revising the series, I can’t help, but realize what I liked about him was the potential that he’d grow a heart and stop doing awful things, and him doubling down at the end was disappointing, if not surprising.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Jezal/Ardee. It was cute when I first read it, and I generally think Jezal had enough strength of character to try to do right by her, if the kingmaking business hadn’t been a thing, but I think it’s super telling that, upon being king, he thought about making her his mistress instead of realizing that wouldn’t have placated Ardee and she’d be bitter about the broken promise. In the end, they never fully knew each other, Jezal never knew the full extent of Ardee’s past, and what attracted them to each other was the dream of something better rather than anything substantial. I pity them, but they absolutely wouldn’t have worked out like Glokta/Ardee ended up doing.

My ultimate favorite character™: Logen “The Bloody-Nine” Ninefingers. But Black Calder and Crown Prince Orso are really close behind and they could easily climb overhead Logen with The Wisdom of Crowds. I’m expecting it with Crown Prince Orso, depending on how his character goes.

Prettiest character: Probably Crown Prince Orso? I know Leo dan Brock, Jappo mon Rogont Murcatto, and Stour Nightfall (though Jappo and Stour’s more my type) are objectively more handsome, but I like a little pudge in my handsome boys and Orso’s got that while having a prettier personality.

My most hated character: Collem West, easily, but I think Malacus Quai could've been better, character-wise.

My OTP: Everyone/Therapy. Seriously, Shy/Temple. Abercrombie can write some really sweet couples for such a self-professed cynic, given Calder/Seff, Bethod/Ursi, and Shenkt/Vitari.

My NOTP: Bayaz/Power. Seriously, Shev/Carcolf. Shev, please stop going after someone you know is toxic. Walk away and close that door forever. You deserve so much better, you gay babe.

Favorite episode: Red Country or The Heroes.

Red Country has such a somber tone of bittersweet past and longing for redemption that I just ate up and broke my heart against. Lamb, Temple, Cosca, Shivers, Shy and the Felllowship, so many people want to do better from their pasts like in his past books but this time, maybe, just maybe, Abercrombie lets some of them win against their inner demons. It’s such a haunting book, men with the ghosts of their pasts hanging around them and the inevitability of changing times creeping onto them as they trek the Near and Far Country.

The Heroes is basically a typical cookie-cutter war story except it’s Abercrombie writing it. The entire Northern subplot of The First Law distilled into a narratively and thematically tight book, with some tremendously strong supporting characters, some of my favorite POVs (PRINCE CALDER! FINREE DAN BROCK! BREMER DAN GORST!) and carrying some of my favorite scenes of the entire series! It’s such a treat and I’ve loved each and all of my five rereads. This book puts all other war stories to shame for not even coming close.

Saddest death: Count Foscar (Monza relating him to the boy Benna was, laughing in the wheat, breaks me every time). Antaup (how dare you take a chapter to establish how heartbreaking a cock-blocker’s death would be, Abercrombie!), Tul Duru Thunderhead and Scale Ironhand. Oh, those hurt. Those hurt so much. And, despite how much of a shithead he was, Nicomo Cosca’s death hit me surprisingly hard. Sad and pathetic and broken.

Favorite season: Tricky. Because The Great Leveller and The Age of Madness have my favorite books in the entire series and the former’s got The Heroes and Red Country... but it’s also got Best Served Cold, which was I admittedly colder (heh) on. I’ll take the bullet that it’s a me problem and it’s still a fundamentally well-written book. The latter’s got A Little Hatred, which was a far better The Blade Itself in some ways, and, especially The Trouble with Peace, which was a roller-goddamn-coaster of a book with absolutely some of my favorite material by far. I’d say The Great Leveller for now, but I’m holding my breath on The Age of Madness usurping The Great Leveller in the end, given The Wisdom of Crowds sounds like it’s getting into all the revolutionary and freaky stuff I love about the trilogy, a relentless inferno for society and the soul.

Least favorite season: Look, I love every book in the Circle of the World, but The First Law was the result of Abercrombie stretching his legs for the first time, writing-wise, and it shows. Logen’s wife and children never fully breathe as a necessary part of him and his early magic shows growing pains in Abercrombie’s writing, West’s material isn’t as incisive a character deconstruction as it could’ve been (dude should’ve been more insidiously a piece of shit in his mind to subvert his “good commoner” trope), Dogman’s only gets by himself particularly interesting at the leg end of Last Argument of Kings, and Craw does his character better I’d say, Cathil and Ferro were underwritten (though I think Ferro’s got interesting stuff in her POV), and everything to do with Terez. Just. That. Ugh. The writing bones are solid and the main trio, Logen, Glokta, and Jezal, are all wonderful POVs, but I think it’s safe to say The First Law is Abercrombie’s freshmen writing, compared to his more affecting material in The Great Leveller and The Age of Madness.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: ... Shivers? I do love him in The Heroes, Red Country, and The Age of Madness, but it always drives me a little crazy how much Shivers’ worsening moral decline is linked to Monza fucking Rogont and not him instead, making him out to be an entitled hyper-jealous asshole, and I ended up being disgusted by him. Add in the fact that he knew what he was getting into when he took a violent job and kept going, despite at least two targets, and kept caving into Monza’s higher payments, Shivers was always a piece of shit in his own right. He fell, he wasn’t pushed by Monza. I like enough of Shivers’ Best Served Cold material, but I just like his later material far more, even if I respect his earlier journey.

That being said, if he sacrifices himself for Rikke’s life in The Wisdom of Crowds, I’m going to rescind all this, because that’s the sort of perfect grace note to the anti-Logen and paaaaaaaaaaaaain. So let’s just go with Threetrees because, by god, he’s a relative snooze compared to the other “straight edges” of the series.

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: This could define almost anyone in this series, frankly. I guess Logen or Gorst? I really love their material, but they both definitely belong in a landfill.

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Can it be anyone but Crown Prince Orso? Dude’s the only one in this world who thinks “there’s a moral question” to rulership aloud to another and isn’t homophobic, racist, or sexist (looking at you, Leo). Even Calder’s got murdering Forley and Reachey in his dark deeds and Temple’s spent years helping Cosca, which... shudders.

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Monza/Shivers. It’s got some good material and I really hope they can make peace in The Wisdom of Crowds, but also *waves hands* everything else about them, honestly. God, they really did both suck to each other.

Also, Leo/Stour. It’s so wrong, yet so right. I don’t even know if it’d be hate-fucking if they got together at this point, but these two morrions deserve each other.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Jurand/Glaward, Rikke/Orso, and Cas/Vick? They’re pretty cute and could easily give each other some happiness, I feel.

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