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calliesmemes · 1 year ago

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ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED QUOTES FROM TUMBLR TEXTPOSTS, X (formerly known as twitter) POSTS, TIKTOK, MEMES, AND OTHER SOURCES AROUND THE INTERNET

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“ Currently considering becoming a bother and a nuisance, maybe even a menace or a rascal. ”

“ Hungry? Eat the government. ”

“ Yes, I wanna fuck after every argument. ”

“ Silence, you uneducated peanut! ”

“ They should invent a being alive that isn’t so difficult. ”

“ Women have to think I’m hot or none of this matters. ”

“ Due to personal reasons I will be named an enemy of the state. ”

“ Being overdressed is a myth made up by people who didn’t want you to have fun and be sexy. ”

“ What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”

“ I LOVE complaining! You can’t take that away from me! ”

“ I went to the silly goose convention and they all knew you. ”

“ I’m simultaneously ‘I’m tired of this grandpa’ and ‘that’s too damn bad!’ ”

“ The word ew coming out of a pretty girl’s mouth holds so much power … I think that it can tear apart nations. ”

“ Someone made fun of my shoes and the whole time I just thought of ways to push them out the window. ”

“ If you’re short, simply get taller. ”

“ I better think twice? Buddy I don’t even think once. ”

“ My off putting looks, awkward demeanor, and strange behavior have captivated you. ”

“ There’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss? ”

“ You are a fool. When you walk, clown music plays. ”

“ I mean yeah he’s evil and all but what if I were his favorite? ”

“ I really do hate thinking. ”

“ In my defense, I simply do not vibe with the law. ”

“ I’ve done nothing wrong. Except all the atrocities. Besides that, I’m innocent. ”

“ Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue. ”

“ Of course you have white hair and trauma. ”

“ So apparently the bad vibes I’ve been feeling are actually ‘severe psychological distress’. ”

“ Stop calling me a bad person just because I’m orchestrating your downfall! ”

“ The more lip gloss I collect the longer I live. ”

“ Sorry that I am obsessed with you in the unhealthiest way possible. As if it's my fault ”

“ The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ”

“ I could be your loser boyfriend. Do you ever think about that? ”

“ Accidentally went and got myself killed yesterday, but god wont let me die so I’m back ”

“ What do you mean napping isn't a good coping mechanism? What do you mean my problems are still here? ”

“ Academic validation is required for my sanity. ”

“ RIP to everyone killed by the gods for hubris but I’m different and better. Maybe even better than the gods. ”

“ Researching the stages of grief to see if I can get them finished in ten minutes tops. ”

“ My parents were like I’m gonna make a child that is so beyond help. ”

“ It’s not easy to admit when you’re wrong, and that’s why I won’t do it. ”

“ Why can’t this family ever have a funky good time? ”

“ How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice? ”

“ I fucked my way into this mess, and I’ll fuck my way out. ”

“ You look so biteable today. ”

“ Why am I suffering? I have so many correct opinions and takes. ”

“ I AM HAUNTED BY A PAST THAT I CANNOT GO BACK TO! anyways ”

“ Challenging authority, angering gods. The family business. ”

“ Third base is me telling you about my father. ”

“ Hey girl. Plagued by terrifying visions? ”

“ Got caught giving a fuck. Embarrassing. ”

“ I didn’t ‘miss’ the red flags; I saw them and thought that they looked sexy. ”

“ Do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot? ”

“ I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams. ”

“ Another day of being a bisexual disaster. ”

“ I’m going to let myself be a little unhinged today, as a treat. ”

“ Some of you act like murder is such a big deal. ”

“ You wanna hunt me for sport so bad that it makes you look stupid. ”

“ You’re not a girlboss unless you’ve killed someone. ”

“ It’s so weird how no one ever has correct opinions about things except for me. ”

“ Hello, my love — I mean, my rival ”

“ No one is calling me baby and it’s outrageous I can’t believe it. ”

“ No talking stage. Mutual obsession and you see god in my eyes or nothing. ”

“ I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOOKUP CULTURE DIE IN MY ARMS ”

“ Yes baby your emotional walls are high and impenetrable can we kiss now? ”

“ Affection is disgusting. Drown me in it. ”

“ I am gatekeeping my respect from you. ”

“ Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. ”

“ I am equal parts fuck around and find out and please don’t yell at me I’ll cry. ”

“ Short legs, big butt. I’m a corgi. ”

“ Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ”

“ Well that wasn’t very slay of you! ”

“ May I please get a crumb of affection? ”

“ I crave power! Please don’t yell, though; I’m sensitive. ”

“ You call it a near death experience; I call it a vibe check from God. ”

“ Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ”

“ Might commit a little tomfoolery, maybe even some shenanigans. ”

“ All these flavors, and you choose to be salty. ”

“ How can I live, laugh, love in these conditions? ”

“ What if I said ‘to be honest’ but then lied? ”

“ I'm financially at a stage where I understand why people do fraud. ”

“ Yes I may be evil and morally corrupt, but I’m also incredibly beautiful and I think that makes up for it honestly. ”

“ Debates are stupid. Why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me? ”

“ I forget but I do NOT forgive.. I'm just walking around hating bitches can't remember why ”

“ Ding dong your opinion is wrong! ”

“ I’m coming for your kneecaps. ”

“ You dropped your nose you fucking clown. ”

“ Are you a fire alarm? ‘Cause you are really fucking loud and annoying. ”

“ Call me an escalator, because I let people down. ”

“ I love me a good lesbian scandal! ”

“ If you can’t run away from your problems, you’re not running fast enough. ”

“ Everything I want to do is illegal. ”

“ Don’t make me hit your ankle with my Barbie scooter! ”

“ I tell gay jokes because I am a gay joke. ”

“ Fuck! I dropped my mental stability! ”

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neverhangd · 4 months ago

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Nothing while she still breathes—Christ alive, what can she give him dead and cold? Her throat, her heart? Those are both his, on offer at his leisure. Like as not he’s being morbid again, circling back as he does so strangely often to cannibalism. A part of Anne truly wonders if he plans on eating some part of her postmortem. (What would he pick, if he does? The heart and throat are such obvious answers, but what does that leave that he would want if not them? The brain? The eyes?)

Silva can bullshit somebody else. The problem in becoming an expert in Anne, especially up close, is that it affords her equal opportunity to become an expert in her observer. Silva’s no different. Harder to pinpoint than the others she’s met, maybe, but no harder to read when she puts her mind to him and focuses. The ghost of a smile on his lips, the…something in his eyes, gone too quick for Anne to parse through, the grip he keeps on his thigh, the sharp stare she’s gotten used to not being able to see past—he might not like to hear it, but he needs. Something Anne only knows to recognize because it stares back at her every time she meets her reflection. She’s never known how to care for it in herself, can hardly guess how she might care for it in somebody else (never mind in him, so much more than anyone else she’s ever known), but when the weight of expectation settles back down upon her, she does what she’s always done: the first thing to come to mind.

Which in this case is to strip off her shirt (often the answer), close the distance between them (sometimes the answer), and pour herself into a kiss (seldom the answer). She holds the side of his face with one hand and reaches the other down between them, moving his hand aside so she can next pour herself into his lap. She isn’t full-sure what she’s doing anymore, only that the roll of her tongue against his is something she’s been craving for a while. (That’s what she’d pick off him, she decides, his tongue, an errant thought no sooner had than lost.)

Her thighs bracket his on either side but she doesn’t settle her weight down. Anne’s poker face has long since fallen away, leaving nothing there but naked yearning, desire that came not with heavy-lidded eyes and salacious smiles but with an empty stomach and a starved expression. Welcome to try, is she? How welcome? She lifts his captive hand to her chest, hardly daring to breathe.

—Right. Except that she probably needs to talk. Anne pulls away and pulls her thoughts together, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then high on his cheek towards his ear, before gently biting the ear itself. Call it a hunch. A toe dipped in the water to test it.

“Don’t maim me. Try not to kill me. And anything I can give ye is yers.”

@neverhangd said : ❝ You need relief. I can give you that. ❞ to Raoul

HE NEEDS NOTHING MORE THAN to see the world brought to its knees ; to lick the blood from the wounds on the necks of those who wronged him bleeding out from his own hands. What he needs is simple, what he deserves is a different sea beast entirely. Short nails dig into the flesh of his own thigh as he watches her not at all unlike the way a hawk watches its prey. Am I not repulsive to you ? Lingering smile tugs at the corners of a misshapen mouth, demands not to be seen but shows the bleeding true colours of the slightest spark of joy regardless. Bested at his own game !

❝ I need nothing you can give while you still breathe, cariña. ❞ Wrong. He needs everything she can offer ⎯⎯⎯⎯ sometimes more even. It crosses his mind ; flashes through his eyes like a plea for mercy shown before the snap of the noose. Please. As quick as it came, it left too. Fitting, for all of him to be a ghost now. ❝ But you are welcome to try. ❞

#hatigave #✗ (hg) raoul #i am a menace i cannot be stopped #also i…am sorry about putting s.pice in your soft #i can reel it in if you like!#✗ spicy #✗ queue

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loverslodge · 4 months ago

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love to cats

summery: your cat is having an affair and the only way to resolve it was try and befriend the owner of the other cat

pairing: beefy!bucky x reader

warning: fluff, floof, smut,

A/N: in my beefy!bucky era

Charcoal had disappeared again. You knew that. You hated that. You worry about him. You found Charcoal when he was buried deep in the snow at the back of your office building. It was his black fur and smallest mews that alerted you. You dug him up and rushed him to the vet. He had clung on to you so much that you couldn't help but take him home. You didn't plan on having a cat but it was too late to go back. You were the chosen one. The vet helped you choose food for Charcoal and slowly, you bought him everything he could ever want.

But his escape changed your idea. This is the sixth time he had run away in a month and he has been doing this for three months. So you were at your limit. You felt like a lacking mother. Honestly, you had become just as clingy to him as he was to you. Codependent is what you called each other but your friends called it separation anxiety. You thought you were not Charcoal enough love and that's why he ran away.

It was a bright and sunny day when this happened so it was going to be a somewhat easy task for you to find that little menace. You start by walking down the stairs and calling out its name. You reach the third floor and it is already evening. You've asked everyone in the building if they have seen your cat but nothing came up. Now you're on the third floor knocking the only door that is left. You hear a mew from behind the door and you jump.

“Charcoal? Honey? Are you in there?” You knock again. “Excuse me? Please open the door. I think my cat is in there.” But you hear zero movement. “Hey! Whoever you are. Give me my cat back. I can hear him in your apartment! Charcoal, I will get you out of there. I promise. Noone will hurt you.” You bang on the door.

“Hey! Who are you? Why are you banging on my door?” You hear an angry voice from across the hall. You turn to see a tall man walking towards you with scowl on his face. “Move away lady, I'm not interested.”

You look at him agape. How dare this kidnapper assume that you would even- ugh! You felt like smacking him. “You kidnapped my cat. How dare you accuse me of whatever that was. I am here for my cat. Give him back.”

“Kidnapped your cat? Please. I do not need a mangy two bit thug as a cat. I have my own and she is perfect.” He unlocks his door and before you could peer in, he blocks it with his large, beefy body.

“How dare you! My cat is not mangy. How would you know what my cat looks like? He is a child and not a thug. Now let me in. I swear I heard him mew. I know he's in there, mister and you cannot stop me.” You try to push your way in his house but he wouldn't budge. You give him a stink eye.

“Charcoal! Mommy is here! Come to me, baby. Let's go home. I am here to rescue you from this two bit thug.” You point at the beefy man. You see a ball of fur behind him and you immediately make a jump for it. The beefy man’s step falters and you stumble into his living room.

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman? You can't just attack someone and enter someone's apartment. That is breaking and entering. I can get you arrested for this.” The beefy man stands in front of you.

“And I can have you arrested for kidnapping my cat. But you don't see me doing that, do you? Youre lucky I'm not using a fire escape on your apartment.” You start walking around the apartment calling for Charcoal.

“Woman, get out!” He raises his tone but not a lot to raise an alarm.

“Shut up! I can't hear my cat over you.” You call out to Charcoal again and this time you hear the familiar mew again. You run in that direction and the man runs after you.

You open the door to the bedroom and see a sight never seen before. Charcoal was wrapped under another cat and they were snuggling! You run towards them and very slowly gather a sleepy Charcoal in your arms.

“Wow! And you say you didn't kidnap my cat. What was this then?” You poke your finger on his chest.

“This little thug has had his eyes on my Alpine for a very long time. Take your thug and leave. I don't want my Alpine anywhere near someone who doesn't know boundaries.” He walks closer to you. Your faces were inches apart.

“Fine by me! I also don't want my cat anywhere near you or your cat who has been driving him out of his safe space. Do not ever kidnap my cat again.” You start walking out the door.

“For the last time, I did not kidnap it!” Before he could finish, you slam his front door shut and walk upstairs with Charcoal in your arms.

……………………….

You were already working remotely but you very often went to your office to just catch up on the environment. But now, after the stunt pulled by Charcoal, you stayed home everyday. You kept him near you. He would often go to the windows and mew wistfully. You sigh. You saw how cuddled up he was with the white cat. Alpine. That was her name. You felt like you were Romeo's mother, trying to keep him away from his juliet. Or was it the other way around?

You groan as you stand in front of the beefy man’s apartment again. You knock on the dorr. You had Charcoal in your arms. You wanted Charcoal happy and the only way that was was to take him to Alpine. You waited. You heard shuffling behind the door. The door opened to the shirtless beefy man looking disheveled.

“Ah! The crazy cat lady. What do you want? I don't have your cat. Maybe it went to lick some other-” You pushed past him in the house and lte Charcoal go. He ran immediately to Alpine and they cuddled into each other, purring, maybe making promises of never letting go.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just walk in someone's house and let your cat out on their cat. Take him and leave. Alpine and I do not tolerate thugs like you and your cat.” He tried to catch Alpine but she ran in the room with Charcoal in the tow.

“Do you hate romance?” You asked, sitting down on his sofa.

“What? Hey! Get up. Out of the house.” He sounded pissed.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N, by the way. That's my cat, Charcoal. I think he's in love with your cat and I could not stand him wistfully sighing every now and then. I have work too, you know.” You extend your hand as a friendly gesture with a smile.

You eyed you suspiciously. He tilted his head to the side and looked at your hand and then you. His eyes raked over your body but not in a creepy way. He was analyzing? He saw you were in your lounge wear, shorts and loose t-shirt. You looked relatively harmless. Hell! He looked more harmful than you. His eyes made their way to your face and his heart skipped a beat. Your smile, even though polite, lightened up your face. You were pretty. You were pretty when you first met him but he didn't have time to look at you properly. Now that he saw you, you looked soft.

He grabbed your hand to shake. “I'm Bucky Barnes. That's my cat, Alpine. I guess she is in love with a hooligan. She has been pawing at the windows. Just so you know, your cat is still a thug. Entering someone else's house without asking.”

You shrug. “People do crazy things for love, why not animals? Plus, I was not letting my child be heartbroken just because I don't like the father of his girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Did that thug tell you that? He is seducing her right now! Just so you know, your son is not good enough for my daughter.” Bucky sits beside you. You let your eyes all over his body. He was so beefy. You could see yourself be enveloped in his arms and feel them slide slowly down your body and his fingers in your-

“Yeah well, your daughter chose my son so get over it.” You gulped and looked away, mentally hitting your head.

You stayed at his place for over an hour. Both of you busied yourselves on your phones. You saw Charcoal some out of the room with Alpine and they both snuggled next to you.

“Hey Charcoal. Did you bring Alpine to meet me?” You stroked his head and turned to Alpine. “Hey Alpine! I am Charcoal’s mommy. It is nice to meet you.” You approach Alpine with caution and she immediately snuggles into you. You let out a small laugh and stroke her. Both your hands over the cats, you loved seeing them together. You understood why Charcoal was obsessed with Alpine. She was so welcoming, soft and absolutely adorable.

Bucky had left for the bathroom and when he came back, he saw both the cats purring on your lap. He saw his Alpine all snuggled into you like it did him and for some reason, his chest swole. Alpine had always been wary of strangers. She didn't even let his friends touch him the way she let you. Alpine had trust issues and so Bucky never forced her into a situation she didn't want to be in. they had an understanding. But now, without any prompting when Alpine was cuddled to you, Bucky questioned his judgment about you. Maybe you were a nice person. Maybe your cat isn't really a thug. He wanted to believe Alpine but he was human after all, how much was he going to trust someone else based on a cat?

Bucky cleared his throat and re-entered the room. The cats looked at him. Alpine purred, making an inviting swish with her tail which Bucky ignored. “So, are you done or do you have to stay longer?” He asked you gruffly.

“Fine, fine. I am leaving. Don't get your boxers twisted. Well back next week, right Charcoal? Woulndt want the girlfriend to be lonely, would you?” You scratched Charcoal and Alpine behind their ears and they prinned. “Uh, can you please move Alpine? She, uh, she's too cuddled up.”

Bucky carefully walked to you and took Alpine in his arms. His fingers brushed against the skin of your thighs and tingles shot up to both of you. You pocketed your phone and keys and cradled Charcoal home, without looking back.

That night, you had stayed up till late thinking about his fingers touching you. You thought about his calloused hand shaking yours and his rough fingers sliding across your thighs. You were too tuckered out to bring out your vibrator so you just buried yourself in your comforter and dreamt of his fingers all over you.

………………………..

It had been around six months. You and Bucky had gotten into a routine. Sometimes Bucky would even leave Alpine with you for a few days if he had to go out for work and same went for you. Bucky was still skeptical about Charcoal being near Alpine but he adored Alpine too much to say no to her. Many times you both have had dinner together. The day your cats were to meet, you would know that the entire day was going to be just the two of you. Both of your cats had been wary of other people and so it was nice to see them get comfort in each other and the two of you.

Charcoal had warmed up to Bucky very fast but it was Bucky who took his time. Charcoal loved to sit on Bucky’s lap. He would often tangle himself on Bucky’s legs when he was standing. One day, after a bit of encouragement, you asked Bucky to pick Charcoal up. The way he purred in Bucky’s arms melted him but he tried not to show.

You would cook together too. He was at your place a lot because you, being a cat mom, had bought a lot of toys for Charcoal and Alpine. You had also bought a large bed for both cats to cuddle on. Bucky felt cozy at your place, not that he would admit it. He was a better cook than you so he would be by the stove while you chopped up things for him. Maybe that's where all the tension started. You brush against Bucky and you lean closer to him when he cooks. It was all accidental but that didn't stop Bucky from eyeing you differently.

It felt like Bucky practically lived at your place. Without being told, some of his clothes made their way in your closet. Not for some romantic reason, but for the fact that whenever he would have to take care of Charcoal, he would stayover with Alpine. You weren't annoyed about it. You in fact made more space for his stuff. His own apartment started to feel empty, literally. Even his favorite mug rested on your kitchen shelf.

Bucky stood here, in his shower, remembering your hand that accidentally brushed against his crotch. You were trying to take the ladle off his hand to pour in the bowls and none of them had realized that it was so close to him. His hand reaches for his cock and starts stroking it. Your smile, your laugh, your touch makes him stroke even harder. Then his mind goes to that one day that made him hard for you for the first time ever. You were working hunched over your laptop while Bucky was gathering the cat toys that were spread around. You stretched and your crop rose to show that you weren't wearing any bra and that showed your half boobs. You moaned out loud as your bones cracked and Bucky was just mesmerized. You went back to your work without acknowledging the fact that Bucky saw you but he did. Now, the shower was giving him the solace that he needed. He reached his high as he pictured you moaning under him. He felt a release and he went back to his room after drying himself off.

He looked at Alpine’s bed which was empty. More than half of his apartment is empty. He wakes up and the first thing he does is go to your apartment to make coffee because he has nothing at his place anymore. He puts on a remaining t-shirt from his wardrobe and makes his way to your apartment. He could hear the meows of the cats but you were nowhere to be seen. It was early in the morning after all. He saw Charcoal wake up and unwrap himself from Alpine, walking to the water bowl you filled for them. Charcoal looks at him and Bucky gives him a nod.

Just as Bucky finished making his coffee, he heard a loud moan coming from your room. He tried not to react but then he heard something shatter and ran to your room. He saw glass near your bed and you were almost going to step on it. Bucky dove and grabbed you by the waist, tugging you back in bed. He was half on top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist and you were holding him by his neck due to sudden impact.

“Are you okay? Do not get down from this side. I will clean up here.” Bucky checked your hands and legs for any injury. His hands slowly caressed your skin. His hand roamed over to your calf, knees, thighs and arms.

“Mhmm.” You had no capacity to talk. You were so turned on that if you opened your mouth, a moan would have left. Your arms from around Bucky’s neck had fallen and now you were cupping his face, your thumbs caressing his cheeks.

Before he could lean in, the moment was broken by your phone. You scramble under him and grab the phone. Your boss had just texted that because of ongoing fumigation at the office, everybody would be working from home for at least a month. You wanted to throw the phone at the wall. Not because you wanted to go to the office, but because a text ruined the moment you've been waiting for. You see Bucky stand and clean the glass while you make your way to the bathroom.

You asked Bucky to move in. no, you are not in a relationship. No, you don't see progress other than touches here and there. But because Alpine is pregnant. Bucky was angry, obviously. He sat Alpine down and lectured her. You rolled your eyes as you tried to keep Charcoal away from Bucky. You did not need to hear Bucky call your baby a hooligan again.

The vet was kind. Alpine is going to have kittens and you were ecstatic. Bucky grumbled grumpily but he was happy too. Charcoal refused to leave Alpine’s side from now on and you poked Bucky every time Charcoal would follow Alpine even to the litter box. You swear you saw Alpine roll her eyes at Charcoal. You giggled and clicked a lot of videos and photos. As if you hadn't been doing that already.

You stayed at home full time, while Bucky usually left for work. Every time your name popped up on his phone, he knew it would be a photo or video of the cats you sent because you find it very adorable. The only other texts between the two of you were him texting what time he’ll be home and you texting him to hurry because you were very hungry. The life Bucky was living had turned domestic without any romance. Steve and Sam teased him about being a grandfather but it just reminded him of the time you were talking to Alpine and thanking her for making you a grandmother.

You cared a lot for Alpine. Charcoal lets you touch her but he sometimes hiss at Bucky. You had never seen Charcoal get so territorial over Alpine before. You liked it. You cooed at this and Bucky sulked even harder. Bucky had to rely on you to tell him about Alpine because Charcoal refused to move out of his way one day. He almost yelled at the thug. Keyword being almost. Because then he remembered his own behavior that you pointed out casually the previous day.

You and Bucky had gone grocery shopping. He had officially moved in and you needed extra snacks and cat food. You had a run-in with your ex. Your ex was being very flirty and you had been very polite about his questions. Bucky stood right beside you, enveloping you in his arms. You were trapped between him and the cart, not that you minded. You could hear the soft scoffs and growls Bucky gave your ex. You tried to wrap up the conversation as quickly as you could but your ex wouldn't take a hint. Bucky grunted from behind you and moved the cart carefully so as to not hurt you and got you out of the pet food aisle. He kept you trapped till you reached the car. You then casually mentioned how that reminded her of Charcoal trying to keep Alpine away from anyone.

The tension was growing around the house. Even the cats sensed it so they stirred clear of the bedroom. It was a 1 bedroom apartment. You had insisted Bucky and you share the bed. It's not like something will happen, right? Bucky forced you to sleep by the window and he slept across the door ‘to keep a klutz like you safe from unnecessary damage’. You both tried to stay on your own sides as much as possible but you were definitely getting annoyed. You were practically throwing yourself at the guy. How thick does one have to be? His brain was as thick as his thighs and your brain short circuited thinking about his thighs again. Tonight, you're gonna have to take some extra time in the bathroom.

Bucky was horny. He has had enough. The two of you were cooking in the kitchen. This time it was really not your doing. You weren't planning on brushing up against him so often. First, he walks in the kitchen with his hair open so you tie his hair for him, which he wouldn't let you do from the back and so he was breathing on your neck and his lips kept brushing up to your sensitive area while you tied his hair. He was making you horny and you thought it was on purpose. So you thought of taking revenge. You ‘accidentally’ brushed against his crotch as you made your way to the kitchen sink to wash your hand. But that was just one time.

The kitchen was heavy with tension. Even a butcher knife couldn't cut through this type of tension. You both keep glancing at each other. You thought of making a move but he was standing by the fire. He thought of making a move but you were holding a knife. The dinner, at this pace, was ready, finally. He put the food on the plates and brought it to the table. You finished in the kitchen, stuffing the leftovers in the fridge. You finished eating, he finished eating. It was as if you both were in a hurry.

Charcoal definitely rolled an eye at Bucky when Bucky tried to put his arm around you on the sofa. You had become so horny and anxious that you ended up asking Bucky if he wanted to watch a movie. He said yes, you brought out wine and now Charcoal and Alpine were witnessing the world’s heaviest sexual tension. You were sipping your wine at a very quick pace. You had almost finished the bottle alone. Bucky was still on his first beer. You were tipsy but too aware of your surroundings. You had to choose a rom-com, didnt you? Especially the one where the lead, too, was living a very sexually tense life. Or was it just you?

Bucky was slowly stroking your arm. He had put his arm around you and never even realized. Doing this seemed so natural. But your short t-shirt had ridden up and his hand touched your waist. You were alert with a hitch and so was he. He paused a little to see you react, try and remove his hand but you did nothing. So he continued. He slowly moved his hand to your stomach. His finger came to touch your belly button and he stroked its outline in a circle. You stifled your moan. He raised his hand and now he rests it right under your boobs, occasionally brushing his thumb against them.

You couldn't take it anymore. You held his hand tightly in its place, the one under your t-shirt and stood up, alerting him too. He stood up behind you. You were worried he would remove his hand from under your t-shirt but he made no such move. You took his other free hand and started dragging him to the bedroom.

As soon as you closed the bedroom door, he moved his hand up and grabbed your boob and pinched your nipple. You moaned loudly and rested your head on his chest. He lets go of your hand and uses that hand to tilt your head up. You look in his steel blue eyes and see them swirling dark. He brings his lips to yours and moans in your mouth. You turn around and hold his face in your hand as you deepen the kiss. You tug his hair and he moans again, giving your tongue access to his mouth. You slip in and he lifts you up.

He walks to the bed and lowers the two of you in the middle. You refused to let him go. You both were running out of air but the need to kiss and feel each other’s lips was higher. He wanted to kiss your neck, mark you up but you would not let go. He moves his hand down to your nipples and flicks them. With a sudden jerk, your mouth moves away from his and you whimper, letting him attack your neck. He peppers kisses all along your neck, shoulder and clavicle all the while playing with your nipples. You were a writhing mess.

Your hands reach for the hem of his henley and you try to pull it over his head. He pauses his attacks and starts removing his clothes. You too do the same. Seeing each other so bare, you both could not take your eyes off of each other. You let him stand above you because you got to see just how gorgeous he was. Those henleys hid so much of his beefiness. And his cock was magnificent.

You hadn't realized you were touching yourself till you heard Bucky growl. He immediately removes your hands and dives in to suck at your clit. A loud moan escapes you and you put your hand on your mouth.

“Oh no you don't. Do not hide those noises from me, honey. We're just getting started. I'm planning to make you louder.” Bucky pulls your hand down from your mouth and holds it.

Your legs were over his shoulder as he kept his kissing, sucking and biting going on your core. You were squirming and moaning as loudly as Bucky wanted. “Such a good girl, listening to everything I say and moaning.”

“Shit, Bucky I-” you grab his hair and before you could even tell him, the knot in your stomach breaks and you gush all over his face as he laps it all up. He licks and sucks you through your orgasm and with a final kiss on your clit, he looks up. He has you dazed and splayed out on the bed. You attempt to get up to touch his cock but he shakes his head. “Not today, honey. Today I want you. Next time, you can have as much as you want.”

You let your hands travel all over his body. He aligns himself against your core. “I will go in slow. Tell me if you want me to stop and I will pull away. Okay?” He looks at you in question and you nod. “Words, honey, I need words. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He slowly puts his bulbous tip in and your back arches a little. He slowly lets himself in and you let out a slow delicious moan. When he is completely inside you, he waits for a few seconds but your walls are crushing his cock without any movement.

“Fuck honey, you are squeezing me already. You'll make me cum just like this.” Bucky lowers himself and starts sucking on your neck on the sensitive area.

“For fuck’s sake, Bucky, move.” You let out a breathy moan and he starts moving. His pumps are gentle, slow. It's as if he wants to tease you. “Bucky.” You whine.

“What is it, honey? What do you want?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. If you weren't so hot, bothered and dazed, you would have pushed him down.

“Move, Bucky, please.” You beg. He looks you in the eyes and you see a glint of mischief. This little-

“I am moving, honey. What more do you want?” Bucky thrusts in you even slower and you whine. Your eyes water and the tears trickle down. Bucky reaches down and licks your tears up, leaving a trail of kisses.

“Bucky-” But you are cut off by a sudden hard thrust in you. You moan his name loudly and grip his biceps even tighter.

“Is this what you want, honey? Do you want me to fuck you hard?” He pulls out to push back in harder and you mewl, arching your back.

“Yes Bucky. I want you to fuck me hard and fast.” You move your hand to grip his ass as he gives you another hard thrust.

“My good girl. Saying words. I will reward you by doing exactly what my good girl wants.” His praises make you clench around his cock and he moans loudly, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck, honey! You like that, huh? Me calling you a good girl turns you on, doesn't it?”

Without wasting anymore moments, he starts thrusting into you harder and faster. He takes your mouth in his, subsiding the moans and whimpers. You are gripping onto his back, leaving red marks on him. He’s sucking on your neck and breasts, leaving bite marks all over.

“Bucky, I'm cumming. Please.” You arch again and his thrusts start to get sloppy. “I am cumming too, honey. Together, yes?” He circles your clit with delicacy and you mewl. Within seconds, you both cum and he fills you to the brim. Your gush is leaking down his balls and he rides your orgasm with you.

He falls to the side and slowly removes himself from you. Bucky moves stray hair from your face and kisses your forehead, before going to the bathroom and bringing out wet washcloth. He wipes you clean and goes back to the bathroom. You try to stand up to go pee but your legs wobble and you sit back down on the bed. You hear a slight snicker from Bucky and you give him a playful glare. He lifts you up effortlessly and sits you on the toilet.

“Call me when you're done. I don't want you to get into a bathroom accident.” He chuckles at his statement and you flip him off, closing the bathroom door. You hear him laugh.

You pee and clean yourself up before carefully opening the door. Your legs were still a little wobbly. But just as you cross the bathroom door, Bucky scoops you up and lays down on the bed with you tucked snugly beside him.

“This is unfair. How come you get to wear your bottoms but i have to stay naked. It has to be two sided.” You snuggle in deeper as you try to remove his pants.

“Is that your way of getting me out of my pants? Because it's working, honey.” He removes his pants and the two of you are naked again. Sleep catches on and you drift off with Bucky’s arms around you. You swore you heard him say something about love but you let it go.

………………….

Alpine was in labor and Bucky isn't home yet. Your relationship with Bucky had shifted drastically. Now he would not hesitate to cuddle up to you at any chance he got. He would even make you sit on the bed to work so he could sit behind you and keep his hands on you. You loved it. You never realized you were so much into physical touch till Bucky came along. You would let him manhandle you into positions he saw fit for snuggling.

Charcoal was pacing and you kept on calling Bucky. You didn't know what to do. You called the vet and they said the labor takes a while so you still had time to bring Alpine to the hospital. The door unlocked and Bucky walked in. you sighed in relief but before you could tell him what’s going on, Charcoal started meowing loudly at him as if lecturing.

Bucky looks at you and you nod at everything Charcoal was meowing about. “I know you can understand him, honey but what’s wrong? Why is the thug yelling at me?” You explain everything to Bucky and he immediately tries to go near Alpine, only to be stopped by Charcoal. Bucky looks at you exasperatedly.

You shake your head and take Alpine in your arms. You pat Bucky’s hand and gesture Charcoal to come and he reluctantly comes into his arms. “This is ridiculous. I am her father and I have to carry this hooligan. He won't let me touch my own daughter! This is shit!” he still carries Charcoal carefully and you all drive to the vet.

After hours of waiting and calming Charcoal down, Alpine is blessed with twin kittens. You and Bucky look at them with such adoration. Bucky had tears in his eyes. He praises Alpine for being so calm during this time and finally gets to pet her. Charcoal is curled up near the kittens and lets out a soft purr as you pet him.

With good enough instructions, all six of you go back to the apartment. It had started to feel smaller. Bucky kept on looking at you as you sang to the kittens in a very soft voice. He had been on the fence about his decision but seeing you like this made his belief even stronger.

……………….

Bucky woke up on a good long weekend with you naked in his arms. Last night must've tuckered you out. He goes to the bathroom to wash up and sees the marks you left on his back. He smiled proudly. He washes up and starts prepping for pancakes. You emerge from the bathroom, all washed up, wrapped in a towel for him to see. He groans and marches after you in the bedroom and locks the door. Looks like the day is going to have to start a bit late.

Bucky asked you to wear his favorite sundress. You were sitting in the car in front of another apartment building. You were nervous. You had plans today for him but Bucky seemed too enthusiastic to show his plans to you today. He opens your door and you walk in the apartment building with his arms around you.

He clicked a good enough top floor in the elevator. You were moved in front of him as he nipped at your neck. You swatted at his hand on your waist and he let out a breathy chuckle. Just as you arrived at the floor, Bucky dragged you to one of the four apartments. He started showing you around. It was barren for the most part but it looked very expensive.

“What do you think about this place, honey?” Bucky wraps himself around you as you gaze down the wall to the ceiling window.

“It is very gorgeous, Buck but why are we looking at this place?” You turn around in his arms and face him. He’s looking down at you and pecks your lips.

“I want us to live here together, honey. With kitties and all. I love your place but even you are finding it a hard fit. This is very spacious for us all. And, we can entertain our friends without our babies being disturbed. What do you say?” He looked at you hopefully.

You had been thinking about getting a new place but Bucky finding something so fantastic and considering every option got your heart racing. You wrap your arms around him and lean up to kiss his chin. “I love it.”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and lifts you up to spin you. “Shall we christen the new place?” He wraps your legs around his waist and moves to a wall. He kisses your lips and makes his way down to your neck and breasts.

You swat at his back, making him halt. “You're insatiable. As much as I love the idea, let's not do that right now. Maybe after we move in.” He sighs and lowers you down, pecking your lips and making you giggle. He walks a bit away from you and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“I have something else to ask you. Well, since our babies have babies together and since we are living together, will it be okay if we stay together as a married couple?”

Bucky asked it with such ease. He didn't stutter, he didn't seem anxious, he just asked. You did not expect a grumpy, beefy 6 foot something of a man who never talked to anyone except grunts and growls, just very easily asked you to marry him. WITH THE SAME SPEECH THAT YOU WERE GONNA GIVE.

“What the fuck, Bucky? Did you go through my notes on my phone?” That was the first thing that came to you instead of giving an answer.

He shrugged and walked to you. He slipped his hand out of his pocket and held out a ring. It was a simple gold band with a delicate diamond on top. “Well, you have always initiated our relationship and I wanted to initiate something this time. I've been wanting to marry you since you first claimed I was a kidnapper but now that I saw you were ready, I wanted to propose in our new place.” He, very casually, slipped the ring on your finger.

“Bucky! You romantic son of a bitch! Now what the fuck am i supposed to say?” Your voice might have grown louder but it also got wobbly. You, very gently, hit your left hand on his chest.

“You can give me the ring in your purse and we can go back home to consummate our engagement. How does that sound?” You gape at him.

“How do you know about the ring? Did you snoop again?” You pulled out the ring box you had snuggly kept in between the chains. You bring out the simple gold band and push it down Bucky’s ring finger a little too hard. He winces but smiles widely at you.

“I didn't need to snoop, honey. You always keep your things laying around in the open. It's a wonder how that ring box hasn't been turned into a toy by our cats.” He pulls you in a hug and kisses your forehead. “This is perfect. Us, our new home and our babies.”

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request/ask for this fic is open

#fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fandom #smut #fluff #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes

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fiftysevenacademics · 17 days ago

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How slutty is his ponytail?

Rating men's ponytails in wuxia/xianxia I've seen. Part 1. Part 2.

Zhang Chulan (I Am Nobody) 0/10

This is the most ridiculous, unslutty ponytail ever invented. It's almost as if a hairdresser enjoyed humiliating him. But this is how his grandpa did it when he was little, and maybe he keeps it that way to remind him of his yeye. If Zhang Chulan ever wants to lose his virginity, he's got to lose that ponytail first.

Gong Ziyu (My Journey to You) 1/10

Given that the first scene we see him in, he's chilling with a woman in a brothel, this guy really should have a sluttier ponytail than he does. His anemic, prissy little spout tells us he really does watch porn for the plot.

Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor) 1/10

This man cannot stop abusing himself, whether it's pounding poisoned nails into his body or deliberately choosing to wear this hairstyle, even when he's got the sluttiest man in the jianghu in his bed. If I were Wen Kexing, I'd hold him down and take a pair of shears to this mop and make him start from scratch.

Jiang Xiaoyu (Handsome Siblings) 2/10

This childish, bouncy, and unique little side pony is practically a character in its own right but not a very slutty one. It does suit his overly confident character, though, and could be sluttier if he would lose that god-awful fringe.

Gong Shangjue (My Journey to You) 3/10

Gege's no-frills ponytail and sturdy, angular guan want us to know that he is a dangerous man capable of violence and cruelty. Hot? Yes. Slutty? No. (Didi Gong Yuanzhi doesn't wear a true ponytail, so he's not rated.)

Murong Jinghe (Kill Me Love Me) 3/10

Like Gong Shangjue but with a more dramatic guan with a bigger hairpin to show that he's got a big dick and probably likes to fuck nasty. (I didn't finish watching this show, so maybe this isn't his best ponytail look.)

Lan Wangji (The Untamed) 4/10

Hanguang Jun's ponytail is as repressed by that ornate guan as his libido is by the Lan Clan's 3,000 rules. His ponytail screams "I am not a slut!" so loudly that it's a case of "methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Zhuo Yichen (Fangs of Fortune) 5/10

Zhuo Yichen is like a xianxia Mona Lisa. His ponytail is the equivalent of her suggestive little smile. Even when he's being brutally choked and his face stepped on, it still looks neat and tidy, like a painting.

Jin Xiaobao and Zongzhen Huaien (Meet You at the Blossom) 6/10

Canoncially slutty, Jin Xiaobao flaunts and tosses his hair and his golden guan and ribbon are an important part of the plot. His hair always looks like he just rolled out of someone's bed because he probably did. Huaien wears his ponytail in a more menacing manner and is kind of a dick about Xiaobao's hair ornament gift but in the end they agree that gays should have slutty hair.

#i am nobody #the untamed #word of honor #fangs of fortune #my journey to you #cdrama #mjty #myatb #slutty wuxia ponytails #my stuff

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eccentricallygothic · 5 months ago

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I am supposed to be studying literary theory but what if Strict Daddy!Curtis Everett…

Pairing: Strict Daddy!Curtis | Bunny Baby!You.

Warning(s): Strict ddlg, Daddy!Curtis, Baby!Reader, fear/intimidation kink (it's Curtis), minor fluff, allusions to punishment and whipping, Daddy kink, pet names, shy reader.

“Bunny!” Your Daddy, Curtis Everett calls as he enters the apartment. His huge form passes through the crack he made for himself before closing it behind him with his foot. “Get in here!” The stuffed paper bag that he holds to his chest crinkles against his leather jacket as he locks the door behind him.

“Bunny!” Curtis calls into the quiet house again when you don't show up like you're supposed to, his dark eyebrows furrowing as he looks left and right before relieving himself of his jacket and discarding the article on the couch. “Little g—”

“Coming, Daddy!” You obediently respond at last, putting your joystick down and rushing out of the bunny cave your loving Daddy made for you.

A smile makes its way onto Curtis' face when you finally appear on the horizon of his sight. “Careful” he cannot help but instruct out of instinct when you begin to bolt in his direction without a second thought. “Easy, baby” he chuckles at your excitement as his huge form takes a seat on the couch. His words make you come to a screeching halt because disobeying Curtis is never in your best interests. “Now,” he says only once you've fully stopped. “Come here” he holds out a hand for you, his heavily built and tattooed arm stretching in the process. You politely accept his hand and gingerly sit down on his lap, the movement making the silky bunny ears on the top of your head to slide down just a little bit as you do.

Even after all this time and the things Curtis has done to you, your cheeks flush a hot red from how shy he makes you feel.

“I got you something” the baritone of his manly voice is velvet to your ears as he presses his bearded cheek into your arm.

“Really, Daddy?” You excitedly turn all your attention to the package he is now unwrapping.

Curtis hums and his long fingers expertly work the paper. Your Daddy is good at knowing and doing everything. “Here, hold it” blood drains from your face and your smile falters when the object comes into view.

You go speechless, not that you know many words in his presence anyways.

“So, what do you think?”

You blink as you slowly accept the instrument in your hands, timid fingers slowly feeling its expanse. A whimper is all you can let out when your finger catches on a crevice.

“Do you know what this is, bunny?” You tense up when his muscular arms wrap around your waist, the ink on them nearly causing them to appear as snakes.

You don't know what to say. And you are not sure that even if you knew what to say, you would have wanted to.

“Of course” the vibration of his mirth nearly caves your shoulder blades in. “Too small and dumb to know such things, aren't you, baby?” Your hands go to collapse so Curtis supports them with one of his own. “It's a bullwhip, baby” the man takes one of your hands in his to help your fingers feel the hide. “And it's a really good one too, hand braided and all, rather expensive.”

You are nervous, confused and scared. “B- But… w- why, P- Papa?” Your strangled voice is barely audible.

Curtis smirks when he hears the name you call him. You only do that when you're extremely small or intimidated.

“For when you misbehave, silly!” He says in a ‘cheerful’ tone but you know him too well. Your back arches and you crane your neck from the sensitivity when Curtis strokes your cheek with the tip of his nose. “Are you going to misbehave, bunny?” Though his words are a sensual whisper in your ear, the menace that they hold is clear as the sky on a sunny day.

“N- No, D- Dada…” You gulp at how the whip feels against the pads of your fingers.

“Then we've nothing to worry about” but he knows. And you do too. It is in the smugness of his voice and the wavers of your breathing, the snort he lets out and the way you pout.

It will come. You are bound to slip. He spoils you too much for you not to. And when you do, Curtis will be there. With this very whip between his tattooed hands.

#curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett fic #curtis everett smut #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett fluff #curtis everett imagine #chris evans characters #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans drabble

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mer-acle · 4 months ago

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The Greek Gods, described by me:

(pls take this as hc I just have vibes)

Zeus:

That uncle that thinks they're fun at parties, but actually everybody just wants them to shut up and stop talking about the shape of the earth. Knows the truth and what's best for you (hmmm)

Poseidon:

That uncle that is perpetually absent, but very loud when he does show. Teases everyone and never notices that some of it hurts. Has slightly less unhinged ideas about the world than Zeus but is just as annoying about them.

Hades:

The uncle that at least gets how unhinged everything is. Usually has the reasonable arguments but nobody listens. Has no idea what you are up to, but at least he feels bad that he's distant. Hates family gatherings even more than the second generation.

Hera:

True professional. Made bad choices (marrying Zeus) but now guess we'll deal with it. Olympus runs because of her. Being a bastard child does not serve you well, unless what you want actively annoys Zeus, or if you know not to expect a mother figure but approach her as queen.

Demeter:

Tries to fix Olympus sometimes, but it never goes well. Perfectly agreeable until you go after the environment (honestly you go girl). Is a genuinely sweet Mom who probably cries if you get her a gift because she loves you so much. Probably will get a dog to compensate for you growing up and moving out (even if you didn't get kidnapped first)

Hestia:

The best. Always has hot chocolate and a place to unwind. Honestly everyone would be happier if they spent more time with her. Possibly the only God who genuinely knows peace.

Athena:

Oh look, the oldest and gifted too. No coincidence that there was nothing about being happy in that prophecy about her. Is naturally good at pretty much anything she tries, except feelings. Will join in with the first gen's arguments even though there's nothing to be gained, it's just hard to sit by all the bullshit when you know better.

Hephaestus:

Honestly a pretty chill dude. Just wants to make things. Every few hundred years he'll make something evil-scientist-y so Olympus remembers he's not a doormat. Would have coined the word introvert if Hades hadn't beaten him to it.

Aphrodite:

Smarter than you think. Torn between being exactly what everyone sees her as and being anything but. Don't mistake love for harmony, this girl holds her ground and just bc she has emotional intelligence does not mean she won't punch where it really stings.

Ares:

They really screwed this guy over, he's just doing his job. Yes, he will kill you, but not if you're unarmed. Honest, strong, straightforward, and can be gentle as long as not on the battlefield. Give this big man some appreciation and self-esteem, by Styx!

Artemis:

A mythic bitch. Possibly the first ever activist, making a point of breaking gender norms. Smart, capable, and independent. Her views can be a little extreme at times, but you can't deny that running around the woods with a bunch of wild nymphs lesbians imo is massive lifegoals

Apollo:

Fabulous. Cannot pick a hobby to save his life. Is the most competent and put-together medic ever but outside of the tent, he cries about puppy videos. Always torn between "I am the best there ever was" and "I am a failure of a man, a god, a being!"

Hermes:

God of ADHD and we love him for it. Also a little menace who is simultaneously an amazing liar and can't keep his mouth shut when he really should (thankfully he's quick on his feet). Physically unable to take anything seriously.

Dionysus:

Does all the drugs (which is especially crazy given he can actually die) Being the youngest does actually do nothing for him. God of side quests and mayhem. Seriously mess with him and your mental health is gone forever (that explains a lot about me actually)

#greek mythology #greek gods #athena #zeus #poseidon #hades #hera #demeter #hestia #hephaestus #ares #aphrodite #artemis #apollo #hermes #dionysus #greek goddess #greek myths #greek mythology memes

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midnight-bay-if · 4 days ago

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Saw an ask where what would the ROs react to a possessed MC. But what if the role were reversed, what would the ROs react if they were the one possessed and only managed to break out of it after they badly hurt the MC..

(I know you said 'badly hurt', but I didn't have the heart to write the ROs badly hurting MC, even if by accident. Umbra, for one, would never recover from such a mistake. But I had fun writing what the ROs see during possession. Hopefully, it will provide some useful insights.)

S: Their mind had been ticking like a clock; predictable, dependable, fast but organised. Then, a flash of light, and suddenly, they are unable to linger on a single cohesive thought. They tunnel vision on what lies ahead, on what they see... Rain, Taj, MC... all of them lying broken and bloodied. A howl of agony forces its way through their lungs as their legs push them forward.

How?! How could they have missed this? They should have prepared better - planned more thoroughly; what is the point in them if they cannot even protect the people they love?! They do not possess Rain's magic, Umbra and Taj's agility, nor N's strength; their brain is all they have.

"S! I'm right here! Whatever you're seeing; it's not real!"

The words sound muffled, distant, as if screamed through a pillow. But it sounds like MC. How? I see them... standing right in front of me... oh, god, no. They are so bloodied, so broken... I have to get closer, I have to reach them.

They feel a force pulling them back, ripping at their clothes to keep them away from their friends. The only explanation is that the evil that broke their friends has come to finish the job. So, they lash out and swing around with their fist to dislodge the menace from their person.

But now they hear it clearer. "Ouch! For goodness sake, S, it's me!"

MC.

They blink, and the black shutters that had separated reality from dream separate. They see you upright, alive and wonderful... holding a bloodied nose. "Darling!" They no longer care for propriety and immediately encase you in the tightest hug the left of their strength can manage. "I thought you dead." They pull away long enough to assess the damage. "I am so sorry, my love... I--"

"I'm fine. We're all fine."

They are. They are alive. All of them, alive. And S finally feels as if they can breathe.

Rain: They see home. More than that, they see it whole. How long has it been since they saw the river flowing through lines of crystal or heard the deafening waterfall glinting in the sun's rays? They kneel down beside the flowerbeds, desperate to inhale the familiar scent.

In the blink of an eye, the pleasant sun rays morph into a molten inferno. Fire rages around them, and the pleasant rain turns into a blood-red storm. Rain feels their porcelain heart, already cracked, shatter inside their chest. They want it to stop; they need it to stop.

"No! Stop! Ma! Pa! Where are you?!"

Their lungs with the intensity of their screams, but there's no answer amongst the black smoke.

"Rain! I'm here! It's okay!"

The voice sounds like a lie; they dare not listen. They shove their hands over their ears as they fall to their knees. It's only when arms reach out to them that they lash out. "No!"

"Ouch! Rain! It's me!"

The vision shatters, and Rain falls limply, the fire no longer blazing. All that is left is... you. "MC?" They wretch on your name, hardly able to believe their eyes. You're bleeding, and it's their fault. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I didn't--"

You pull them into the tightest hug, and it's all they ever needed. Home is gone, but you are here, and that is more than enough.

Taj: This is what they have been reduced to. A species of parasites in dark caverns no better than the rats we live with. They swore they would never return to this; Selby promised they would never have to. They lied. How could they lie to them?! Where are they? Why aren't they here?

It's too dark. They don't want to come back here, back to this cage. They have to find a way forward, find their way back... find the sun.

They force their legs forward through the darkness, their eyes already well-adjusted to navigate it. The cavern echoes with each step, and their ears twitch, listening for any signs of other life.

Nothing. They are entirely alone.

They need to find a way through, out of the gloom, out of the cage.

Then, hope. "Taj! I'm here! I'm right here!"

MC? Of course! MC! Are they trapped down here with them? No, that can't be allowed to stand. Their legs push harder through the murk, but your voice is echoing from every direction, and Taj begins to panic.

"Koel! I'm coming! I will find you!"

Then, something reaches out through the darkness to grab their wrist, and Taj's fight-or-flight demands action. They duck low while kicking up in the direction of their attacker. The cry that follows sends their blood running cold.

"MC?"

The dark cavern crumbles to the light, and no longer are they trapped deep beneath the ground. Taj blinks, once, twice, before their eyes adjust to the scene around them. Then, they see you.

You're slightly hunched, cradling your face, brows furrowed. It hits them. It wasn't real. "MC, I... Fuck, I didn't--"

As impatient as ever, you do not wait for them to find the right words, instead pulling them into a tight embrace. They stiffen, then curl their fingers into your back, clinging on for dear life.

"Idiot." N: One moment, they are lounging on a chaise in a room of rich red and gold; the next, they are surrounded by hellish fires in razed villages and bloodied battlefields. They grimace as they burn the flesh off another soldier, and they count the number 212 before it is drowned out by the words 'failure', 'waste of space', and 'sycophant' repeating inside their head, goading them to further destruction. Power. What is left but that? They need more. Hesitating demonstrates weakness; they cannot afford to be weak. It will spell ruin for them all.

So, they will continue to count.

Then, they hear it; a different voice, serving as a liferaft in the darkness. "N! Stop! It's not real!"

It's not real? Ludicrous. The blood splatters on their face are more than real. Keep going; stopping now will only mean punishment.

Then, they feel it. A soft hand daring to touch their blazing skin amongst the carnage. Then, the screams; so loud, as if coming from inside their very head.

Wait. It is.

MC.

The fire burns out, and only you remain. You hold out your hands in front of you, skin already blistering.

N gasps. "My dear... I didn't mean--"

You shake your head. "I know. I'm just glad you are okay."

Umbra: Darkness; the abyss; the endless nothing. No pain, no touch, no freedom... They always guessed they would end up back here, but not yet. They still have a purpose... but more than that... they feel desire. Desire? No, no, no, no... that is not right. If they still have desire, they still have feelings.

MC? Where is MC? They can't move, they can't breathe... yet they yearn for them. Everything is wrong. It's all mixed up inside them. Take it all away. If they can't be with MC, they do not want it. Any of it. Let them forget. They will disappear into the shadows forever, only being pulled by the strings of their handler.

"Umbra! Look at me!"

They would recognise that voice amidst any darkness. "MC?!" Fear (they still fear) grips their heart. Why are you here? Where are you? They need to find you before you are swallowed whole.

Then, a hand. It grips their arm, and Umbra thinks their strings are being pulled. Away. Away. Away from you. Umbra turns, teeth tearing at the strings, desperately attempting to cut themselves loose.

You scream.

The light dispels the darkness instantaneously. Umbra's lip wobbles with the fear, but then they see you, grimacing down at a bite mark in your hand.

Umbra's hands shake. "I'm terrible... a monster... I can't-- I shouldn't--"You ignore the pain you feel, reaching out to pull Umbra into an embrace, but they pull away. "No, I can't... I don't deserve--"

"Enough, Umbra," you chastise gently, "you are enough."

#ask answer #taj #umbra knight #nazu raumon #naera raumon #simon selby #rain #simone selby #interactive fiction

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kindaasrikal · 8 months ago

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Exploring the stupidity of the fact that Garmadon and Morro, two of the most biggest menaces in Ninjago, are trapped together in one realm, part 3 :

Part 2 - Part 4

Morro: let go of me.

Garmadon: Morro, I am not letting you scrounge through a couple of trash cans because you think you’ll find the realm crystal in there.

Garmadon: Not just that, but why would it even be here?

Morro: destroyed things end up in the departed realm 2.0, and useless things end up in the trash, why would it not be here???

Garmadon:….I’m still not letting you go.

Morro: *cannot be considered short until placed next to the absolute BEAST of Garmadon, who is holding him by the back of his gi high off of the ground.* LET GO-

Garmadon: And let you rummage through the trash like a hobo? Just because you look like one, does not mean I should let you act like one.

Morro: well, MAYBE, just MAYBE, i wanna return to my roots.

Garmadon: If you wish to ‘return to your roots’ maybe go blonde, I personally believe it would suit you.

Morro: how you almost took over the world multiple times when having such disturbingly bad ideas is beyond me.

Garmadon: *has not seen Morro for a week, and is worried. So, he visits Morro’s ‘house’ in the departed realm.* Morro? Are you home?

Garmadon: *walks in when the front door creaks open, it’s eerily silent.* Morro?? Child?? Where is this brat….

Morro: *mumbling from afar* mother of- dammit!

Garmadon: *walks up to the slightly open bathroom door and pushes it open, worried beyond belief now.* Morro, are you alright?-

Morro:

Garmadon:

Morro:

Garmadon:

Garmadon: *snorts and turns away*

Morro: *wearing a tank top covered in dye, a good amount of his black hair put into a side pigtail as he lifts up the green streak in his hair up away from the rest of his hair, half of it covered in blonde hair dye, the other half of the dye having just been blasted onto his face.*….it’s not funny.

Garmadon: nO NO ITS NOT-

Morro: *embarrassed and resigned to his fate of being laughed at.* just help me. Please.

Garmadon: Wha-*snort*-whatever you say, Child. *chuckling, he walks over to grab a towel and wipe Morro’s face, who’s obviously wanting to kick Garmadon but literally asked for his help.* You should not be this bad at dying your hair, haven’t you done this since young?

Morro: *looks at Garmadon in bafflement.* ….old man, the green in my hair grew from my damn scalp, i didn’t put it there.

Garmadon:

Garmadon: Well, you learn something new everyday.

Gave you guys a short one because i couldn’t be bothered. I have no idea if this one is funny but i wholeheartedly believe this would happen once Morro accepts his family. (And stops being a wet cat)

Garmadon absolutely mocks Morro for it afterwards but deep deep down he hides the fact that he found it rlly sweet

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sinnabarmoth · 1 month ago

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Tribute for the Dragon (10/18)

(A/N: Took a short break but we're back! Happy reading!)

Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: Sylus gives you some insight into dragon culture and his past

Content Warnings: Adult language. P in V.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18)

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You didn’t get much of a chance to leave the bedroom that day. It wasn’t until late that Sylus decided to have mercy on you that he scooped you up from the bed and carried you out to the hot springs to help relieve some of the ache in your body. The hot water was doing wonders for your overworked muscles.

You could have fallen asleep out there if you weren’t careful. Thankfully you had Sylus to lean on so he wouldn’t let you fall asleep and drown. He had put your body through a lot, you knew without having to look you were covered in bruises and scratches. Yet, despite how intense everything could get he always fell back to tenderness after it was done. Soft words spoken in your ear, soothing touches that helped to ground you once more.

You peeked your eyes open again and found him already staring at you. The smile on his face faltered and your brow furrowed. “Something wrong?” you asked.

“No, nothing’s wrong.” he said. “I just remembered there was something else I had forgotten to mention this morning.”

“And what would that be?”

“It is nothing but you should know in case you begin to think of our situation in a new way, I don’t want you carrying any false hope.” he said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Dragons do not love.”

You straightened hearing the word love come from his lips. Sylus continued. “We do not love. Dragons are fierce and they care about their mates, protect their children, but the love that you humans know is not who we are.” he traced a finger across your cheek, “I cannot love you, not because I would not want to, I am incapable of it.”

You did not believe that for a second but you did not say anything. If Sylus believed that he couldn’t love then that would have to be something he discovered wasn’t true by himself. Not that you had come into this expecting him to fall in love with you. You didn’t expect some kind of obligation out of him when you invited him into your bed. You had lovers before and did not ask or expect them to fall in love with you either.

As far as you were both concerned, this was all in good fun. But you did not think that he was right. He was a dragon, but he was also very human.

Sylus cleared his throat. “Did you have anything to say about that?” he asked.

“I understand.” you pulled yourself onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said he looked mildly disappointed by your reaction.

~~~

After that there was hardly a moment where Sylus was not pouncing on you. At any moment he would be on you, bending you over the closest flat object to fuck you. It did not matter when or what you were doing, if the urge hit he was there. When you were cooking, bathing, cleaning, reading, it mattered not. You had to tell him to stop fucking you while you were in the middle of cooking because your meals were ending up more charcoal than venison. Eating burnt food may not be bad for him but it certainly wasn’t great for you.

As much as he was a menace about it you couldn’t say you were any better. More than once you had ambushed him as well. He always seemed especially pleased when you surprised him like that. The man was a brick wall in every other instance but when you passed him in a corridor and decided throw him up against the wall he did not resist, inviting you further to shove his shoulders down so you could kiss him. It usually ended with him knelt on the floor with your legs over his shoulders and your hands on his horns.

This day you were back in bed, Sylus had you on your side, slowly thrusting against you. There was no hurry. It was a perfect lazy day in, and that counted for sex too. You weren’t even doing it with an end goal of a big orgasm, you had just wanted to feel good together. If you ended up coming then that was all well, but it was not the point.

In a way this felt so much better. The steady slow simmer of pleasure that kept your body warm and your head fuzzy, like when you drank a glass more of mulled wine than you probably should have at the autumn festival.

“Hey Sylus,” you said.

“Want me to speed up again?” he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“No, not that.” you giggled as his lips tickled your skin. “I was wondering something. Why do we never go back to your bedroom?”

“We do.” he eased your leg up to get a better angle on you. “This is my room.”

“What?” you tried to crane your neck back to look at him. “This room?”

“Yes.” he kept your thigh in place with his tail and tilted your head back to kiss your lips. “This was my room before I gave it to you. It’s not exactly easy to get a mattress, let alone a bedframe up the mountain you know. I wasn’t going to do it more than needed.”

“But why?” you tried to twist in his arms to look at him but he kept you pinned on your side, not willing to leave you.

“Because I figured you would rather sleep in a bed then some slab of stone somewhere in the cave. Are you done asking questions now?”

“No! Where have you been sleeping all this time then?”

“The hoard room mostly. I’m far more used to the hard ground so it wasn’t a problem. But I am glad I can finally reclaim my own bed.” he thrust into you a little harder.

“Mm,” you sighed, reclining back against him. “Why did you never say anything?”

“Wouldn’t have changed anything, except to make you feel guilty.”

“But it was your bed first! You hadn’t even known me more than half an hour when you gave me this room. Why wouldn’t you--”

“I already told you why. And I wasn’t going to take it back even if you offered.”

“But--”

“That’s enough of these questions. You have your answers. There’s nothing to change them now. In fact,” he covered your mouth, “You’re going to keep quiet until we’re done here. If you make a single sound when you come you’re going to get punished. Understand, little bird?”

You nodded, your heart racing with this new game. “Good girl.” he rolled you onto your stomach, his cock still wedged in you from behind. “I’m going to start pounding you now and remember, not a sound.”

Your face was buried in the mattress as he fucked you from behind. The low simmer you had been idly burning in for the morning was quickly being stoked into a raging fire. Your instinct was to cry out and moan as your pussy took the harsh pace. Sylus was not giving you a chance to ease into the oncoming orgasm. He was delivering it hard and fast and without mercy.

You bit your lip to keep silent, trying to breathe through your nose to control yourself. You wondered for a moment if Sylus would really be able to hear a tiny little moan or whine over the noise of your bodies pounding together or his own grunting. But then you remembered how keen his sense of smell was. No doubt he had some advanced hearing too. You couldn’t tell. So much about dragons was still a mystery to you.

Sylus kept a hand between your shoulderblades, pushing your chest flat against the mattress. “Fuck! Your pussy is hotter than the hells, wildfire. It feels as if my cock is melting any time I am in you.”

Gods above this wasn’t a fair game! How were you meant to keep quiet when he talked like that?

“Turn and look at me.” he grabbed your hair and turned your head to the side so your one eye was looking back at him. He could see how tightly you were biting your lip and smiled. “Do you want to moan and scream for me?”

You nodded.

“I know you do. You want to moan and whine like a bitch in heat. You want to come for me, don’t you?”

Again you nodded. You pushed your hips back onto him and his smile grew. “Needy little thing.” he stopped moving and at that you almost cried out in frustration. “Don’t stop now. Fuck yourself on my cock just like this, push back on it. Come on.”

Gods damn him! Why did he have to make this harder? But you complied, moving your hips back to thrust against him while he remained still. He kept his hands on your ass, kneading the soft flesh but otherwise just watched as you pushed yourself against him.

Fuck it felt good! You picked up the speed, your thrusts getting shallower as you found a spot that hit you just right in your cunt. With you controlling the pace now you were better able to stop your moans from escaping. Maybe you could actually come without making any noise if this was the case.

“You’re doing so good, little bird. I love watching you like this. Taking whatever you want.” Sylus said, hand snaking around your hips to flick at your clit. “But remember who is the master here.”

He grabbed you by the hips and started pounding into you again, even harder and faster this time. The change was so jarring you ended up biting your lip so hard you felt your teeth cut into it. Blood wetted your bottom lip as you were quickly propelled into your orgasm. Your whole body had gone taut like the string of an archer’s bow, muscles clenched and tight in an effort of control, but you had made no noise.

“Fucking hells!” Sylus moaned, thrusting into your tight body twice more before spilling himself inside you. He took in a deep breath and the lust cleared from his eyes to find you still shaking and silent, eyes full of pleasurable tears as you waited for permission to speak.

“You can breathe now, little bird.” his thumb traced your face, massaging your clenched jaw. “You don’t have to keep quiet anymore. You did so well.”

All at once your body collapsed as you let out deep ragged breaths. Sylus pulled out of you and turned you over to lay next to him. “You’re bleeding.” he kissed your lips, taking your bleeding lip into his mouth. “There, better?”

“Yes.” you found your voice sounded entirely too loud now that you were allowed to talk. “You’re going to kill me with these games.”

“But aren’t they such fun?” he gave you a lopsided smile. “We’ve had a lot of fun together these past couple of weeks, haven’t we?”

“Weeks?” Had it really been that long since the beach? The days had begun to blur together, measured not by suns and moons but by being in bed and out of it.

It got you thinking. How long had you been on this mountain? It had been late spring when you had come to the mountain and now summer was nearing its end. Autumn would be coming in soon enough and the bitter winter after that. Had it really been so long since you came here?

“We’ve known each other for a couple of months now, do you realize?” you asked him.

He cocked his head. “So we have. It does not feel as if that much time has passed.”

“Not at all.” you agreed. “And yet I feel as comfortable as if I have been here all my life.”

“It is funny to think about a time before you. My world was so quiet before.” he tapped your chin, “You brought in so much noise, chirping away like the little bird you are.”

You propped your chin on his shoulder. “Sylus, can I ask you something a little personal? If you don’t want to answer that’s fine but the curiosity has been clawing at me.”

“What is it?”

“Why did you not want me to see that chest from before?” Instantly you watched Sylus start to withdraw from you, walls going up all around him. “Like I said, you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pry, I just want to understand.”

You could see him debating. You had given him an easy out but the fact that he was considering it gave you hope. Finally he dropped his head and muttered quietly. “Fine. The contents of that chest are mementos. That’s all.”

“Mementos of what?”

“Of my life.” he fidgeted with his claws, something you noticed he only did when he was anxious which was rare. “Things from my past that I couldn’t bring myself to throw away. Stupid things like childhood clothes and books I stole from villages I lived in, part of the eggshell I hatched from…and a pendant from the dragons.”

“A pendant?”

“The only thing the dragons gave me out of kindness rather than pity. That’s why it’s so large. Tengya had made it for me.”

“Tengya? The giant dragon from the beach?” You recalled the huge black and red dragon from that night and how terrifying he had been.

“Yes.” Sylus balled his hands into fists. “Tengya…Tengya was the dragon that gave the woman who bore me the scale that cursed her. So, in a way he is my…”

“Father?”

“Creator.” Sylus said. “That is probably the reason why I survived as long as I did in the dragon tribe. Tengya felt some responsibility for this monster he created.”

“You’re not a monster.” you uncurled his fist so you could hold his hand. “I wish you would stop calling yourself that.”

Sylus didn’t say anything.

“So what is the pendant exactly?” you asked, trying to steer the subject back to safer ground. “Does it serve some purpose?”

“It grants me safe passage through a dragon’s land. Since I only sort of look like a dragon they thought it important to mark me as one of them regardless. But I feel no need to wander anymore.” he buried his face in your hair, “I like this mountain and it turned out to be a fortuitous place to settle down considering what else this land ended up offering me.”

A chuckle rose in your throat. “And who in the village would have thought that a dragon moving in would have ended up being such a good thing?” You rested kissed his cheek. “I would like to go back one day, see everyone one last time. My father especially.”

“My little bird,” Sylus said, “It is safe to say that you are no prisoner here. You stayed out of obligation but I will not keep you here forever, never to see the outside world again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you can go see your village whenever you want, so long as you return home to me.”

You pulled back with a wide and hopeful smile on your face. “Really? You mean that?”

“Yes, I mean it. I should have told you sooner but I’ve enjoyed having you all to myself for so long I didn’t want to share you.”

You grabbed his face and kissed him. “Thank you! You have no idea what that means to me.” you were bouncing in place, so giddy with the thought of seeing the village again. “You know, there’s actually a celebration that should be happening soon now that summer is ending. It’s the autumn harvest celebration. It was always one of my favorites.”

“Then it sounds as if you must attend.”

“Would…would you want to go with me?”

Sylus blinked at you. “A dragon attending a human celebration? We would certainly turn heads.”

“Oh right.” some of your enthusiasm faded. “Well, I can assure everyone that you are no danger to them. You did save them after all. They should want to get to know you and who knows, the may even express their gratitude for what you did for us.”

Sylus didn’t look convinced. “You’re optimistic.”

“I know.” You took both his hands in yours, “I know that you haven’t had great luck with humans before but maybe this time things can be different. They will be different. I’ll make sure of it.”

“And you are far too good a person, do you know that? Tell me, how does a heart bleed that much when I can’t even get mine to beat?”

You placed your hand over his chest. “You keep saying that dragons are incapable of human love but maybe that isn’t the problem. Maybe you should be asking what it is that dragon love is. Can it really be so different from human love?”

He placed his hand over your own wildly beating heart. His gaze grew wistful. “I doubt it is as tender as you love.”

You sighed. No trying to convince him today. You tucked yourself into his side. “I doubt that, Sylus. I really do.”

#love and deepspace #lads sylus #lads mc #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #dragon sylus #lads dragon au

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