#i need to be told what to do or else i don’t know how to be a person

[terrestrialnoob]

Gut Feeling

DPXDC

Commissioner Jim Gordon meets an odd kid in the precinct.

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“Come on, you really don’t have a way to directly contact Batman?”

Jim smiled. Kids came to the station and asked that all the time. Usually, it was just curiosity and showing them the signal was enough to get them to sign up for the Junior Police program. This one looked a little older than most, teenagers were often “too old” to believe in Batman, but again, give them a little faith now and they’ll never loose it.

“Lookin’ for the Bat, kid?” Jim asked, knowing he was about to make this kid’s –

Jim froze. The kid turned to face him and it was Bruce Wayne. Not playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, but freshly a teenager Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne who Jim had checked in on time and again from age eight until he ran off on a globetrotting trip to find himself. The little Bruce Wayne with too pale skin and dark bags under his eyes, and not enough love to make up for all the grief weighing him down. And he didn’t look like Damian either, where Bruce was obviously his father but there were distinct traits from his mother. This was a carbon copy of a boy Jim remembered vividly.

“I am.” He even sounded like teenage Bruce. All business, like he was on a mission.

“I might be able to help you, but it’ll take a while.” Jim said and the officer the kid had been talking too gave him an odd look. He waved her off and told the kid to follow him to the commissioner’s office. Normally, he’d be more dramatic, put on more of a show for the kid, but his gut told him this was different, this was important. He offered the kid a styrofoam cup of water then closed the door behind him. “So, what do you need to talk to Batman for?”

“It’s personal. I need to talk to him in person.”

Jim took a sip of coffee from his cup. “He doesn’t appreciate me calling for no reason in the middle of the day.”

“So you do have a direct line?” The kid nearly jumped out of his seat. “If he’s upset, it’ll be my fault, just call him, please.”

“Who should I say wants to talk to him?”

The kid hesitated. “He doesn’t know me, but I have to talk to him.”

Jim frowned. “What’s your name, kid?”

He swallowed and looked like he wasn’t going to answer for a moment. “Danny.”

“Danny…?” Jim wanted a last name but Danny kept quiet. Jim sighed, “He’s likely not going to show up until sundown.”

“I can wait, as long as you guarantee he’ll show.”

“And you’re not going to tell me why you need Batman?” Jim just got a glare in response. “What about one of the other heroes?”

“Only Batman, no one else can help.”

“You sure about that? Not even Superman?”

“Not unless Superman can get me in the same room as Batman.”

“Why’s it so important that you meet him in person?”

“It’s personal.”

Jim liked this less and less by the minute. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

Danny looked away but right when it looked like he wouldn’t say anything he mumbled. “They wouldn’t care anyway.”

After another moment to give the kid time to reconsider, Jim pulled out the Bat-phone. It was a normal Wayne-Tech cell phone, but Jim had been given very specific instructions on how and when to use it. The phone listed all the Gotham Vigilantes without visible numbers so they couldn’t be copied and handed out. He pressed the one for Batman.

“Stand outside, would you?” The kid gave him a look, but followed the request. Jim could see his shadow in the door’s window, not so subtle eavesdropping.

It rang a few times, and Jim sat there awkwardly with a teenager listening to his every move. Finally, a familiar voice picked up the other end of the line. “Commissioner Gordon.”

“Sorry to call you out of the blue Batman, but I’ve got a kid here who needs your help.”

“Who?”

“Says his name is Danny, that you’ve never met him but you’re the only one who can help him.”

“Why?”

“Refuses to tell me.”

“What’s your best guess, Commissioner?”

Jim looked at Danny’s shadow, it looked like he was straining his ears to try and hear what he was saying. Danny had given him almost nothing to work with. Just his name, that he’s never met Batman but needs to talk with him in person. But Jim was here because he listened to his gut. A feeling like when you see a random rock on your neighbor’s doorstep but you’d never go in without an invitation. A feeling like you know what’s in the present and are preparing your surprised face. A feeling like when you cheated on your wife and you know she knows.

“He looks like Bruce Wayne.”

A beat of silence. “What?”

“Danny looks exactly like Bruce when he was a teenager. Exactly the same.” Jim hoped Batman would get it, feel in his gut what Jim felt.

“And he wont say why he’s there?”

“No, and he demands to see you in person.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“10-4.” The line cut off before Jim had finished saying it. He called Danny in again. “He’s on his way.”

Danny glared at him. “If he’s not, if you called some social worker or something, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sure.” Jim sighed and downed the rest of his now cold coffee.

The sun hadn’t set, but only just barely. Jim ended up taking Danny up to the roof in the end after all, if only to save his window from being broken into. The kid had a red hoodie on, but he was still shivering in the autumn chill and it was just going to get colder by the minute as the sun made its way behind the horizon.

Jim checked his watch and, at exactly an hour from when he called, he acted surprised when Batman and Robin appeared out of nowhere. “Bats.”

“Commissioner.” Batman greeted but his eyes went straight for Danny. “Danny, I assume.”

“Yeah, I…” Danny hesitated, looking at Jim and Robin.

All it took was four words from Batman. “What do you need?”

The kid held out his hand with a flash drive in it. “I’m your clone. My par- The people who made me wanted to make a stronger version of you, but they got ahead of themselves. My DNA is degrading and I’ll die if I don’t get your DNA to stabilize me.”

Holy cow.

“You don’t expect us to believe that, do you?” Robin sneered at him.

“The flash drive has all the info on it. All the data about the cloning process and the, uh, relevant experiments after that.” Batman gave the kid a look. “I didn’t want to waste time on unnecessary data.”

“If what you’re saying is true, why are you here, alone? Are they working on a different solution?”

Danny’s shoulders hiked up. “I’ve been a failure for a while now, I’m not worth the resources and they’d learn more from an autopsy.”

Oof, kid. Jim looked at Batman who seemed to feel the same… if Jim was reading him right.

“So, you wont object to a DNA test?” Robin asked with a cocky head tilt, at least he was relatively easy to read.

“You can try.” Danny said, and then realized what that sounded like. “I mean I wont stop you, but my DNA degrades faster outside my body. You’ll have to take me to whatever lab you plan on using.”

“Then we will.” Batman said and jerked his head towards where they’d probably parked that ridiculous car of his. But then he looked at Jim with a nod. “Commissioner.”

“Batman.” Jim returned the nod. “You’ll tell me how things turn out, yeah?”

“I’ll give you a report.” Batman joked – Jim could tell, it was gut feeling.

[lacydollette]

Lol, this is from my own current personal angst in my life but I was thinking it can be used for an angsty Rafe x Reader. I have very low self esteem, I don't think I look pretty so I have a hard time accepting that a guy could be interest in me or find me appealing, especially cuz guys have called ''mid''. Right now I'm talking to THE sweetest guy. THE most greenest flag of all. Super respectful, mature and kind. I had a freakout and pushed him away, wanted to stop talking. He got super upset, send me a drunk text basically being like ''I'm so attracted to u and your everything I've ever dreamt of. I just wanna make you happy and make you smile. Your so special to me. I keep saying that your beautiful, amazing and gorgeous but you won't hear it. Please don't let your insecurites get in the way of us. I fkn miss you'' I mean...hey feel free to take whatever inspiration you want from that, change it, build on it, whatever you want! We just want a sappy head over heels Rafe who is heartbroken being pushed away (but with a happy ending)

a/n tysm for sharing this with me! and please don’t let your doubts get in the way of your happiness. you are BEAUTIFUL and you MATTER ❤️‍🩹 i hope u like this little piece.

warnings rafe cameron x fem!reader, reader with low self esteem, situationship, angst, fluff, rafe being a sweetheart

Rafe couldn’t really tell when it started, but he could feel it in your forced smiles and short responses. He tried to convince himself it was nothing, but the ache in his chest told him otherwise. Every attempt to figure out what he had done wrong was met with your dismissive shrug and a short, “I’m fine.”

But what Rafe didn’t know about was the chaos in your mind. You liked him—really liked him—but your insecurities were keeping you from letting yourself fall completely. You couldn’t ignore the way girls seemed to flirt with Rafe at parties, the way people whispered that you weren’t pretty or cool enough, to be with someone like him. It didn’t matter how many times he told you that you were beautiful—the doubt in your mind drowned out his words. So, you began to pull away, convinced it was only a matter of time before he realized you weren’t what he wanted.

And that’s why Rafe ended up going to this party alone, although it should have been a night that you two spend together. You had promised to go, only to back out at the last minute with a stupid excuse about not feeling well. Rafe knew you were lying. Obviously he didn’t want to go without you, but after Topper wouldn’t stop begging him, he gave in.

He spent the first hour trying to lose himself in the crowd, nursing a beer and pretending to laugh at Topper’s jokes, but it was useless. Every girl who tried to flirt with him only reminded him of you, and every drink made the knot in his chest tighten. Eventually, he escaped out into the yard, needing space to think—or maybe just to breathe.

The cool night air sobered him slightly, but not enough to stop him from pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over your contact before he finally hit call. It rang three times before you picked up.

“Rafe?” You said softly, voice trembling slightly. You winced at how vulnerable you sounded.

“hi, baby.” he said, his voice breaking slightly before going right in. “What’s going on with you? Please, just tell me. Did I do something? Did I hurt you somehow? Because if I did, fuck I swear to God, I didn’t mean to.”

Your throat tightened, guilt twisting in your stomach. He sounded so desperate, so unlike the confident, self-assured Rafe you knew. You didn't know what to say, how to explain something you couldn't even fully understand yourself.

“Talk to me, y/n,” he pleaded. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep guessing what’s wrong. I care about you too much to lose you like this.” His voice cracked, and he raked a hand through his hair, his frustration spilling over. “I’m completely crazy about you. I don’t care about anyone else. You’re it for me. You’re the only one I want.”

Your heart shattered at his words. He cared about you, really cared about you. But how could he? How could someone like Rafe Cameron, with his perfect smile and effortless charm, care about someone like you?

"Rafe..." you whispered, unsure of what to say. “No,” he interrupted. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I think about you all the time—when I wake up, when I go to sleep. You’re all I want, y/n. And if there’s even a part of you that feels the same way—then please, stop pushing me away.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Rafe leaned against a tree, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. Then he heard you breathe out, followed by muffled sobs, which you tried so hard to suppress by pressing your palm over your mouth. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let his words sink in and erase all your doubts. But the fear was still there.

“I didn’t think I was enough for you,” you finally whispered, voice trembling. “You could have anyone, Rafe. And people keep saying I don’t deserve you, and maybe they’re right.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said, his voice rising as he couldn’t believe that you’d actually think that. “Baby, you’re more than enough. You’re everything. Don’t let what other people say get in your head. They don’t know you. They don’t know us.”

Your sniffle came through the line, and he could picture you wiping your tears, head bowed like it always was when you were upset. “I just… I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back,” he replied softly. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane.” He paused. “Please, just let me in. Let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and you believed him. Believed that he was serious about you two. “Okay.” You said. Relief washed over him, and he exhaled shakily. “Okay,” he repeated, his lips curving into a smile. “I’m coming to you right now.”

Your eyes widened, “No, Rafe, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said firmly. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to you. We’ll figure this out together.” And with that, he ended the call, his heart pounding with determination. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

[hvnlygrl]

JJ + spanking does sum to me… idk how that is for ideas but that concept always gets me started 🤭

love taps.

pairing — jj maybank x fem!reader

word count — 2.1k

warnings — spanking, sexual themes, drinking and driving but not drunk driving (don’t drink and drive at all guys please!!!!!!)

synopsis — you keep giving jj love taps, he can’t help but retaliate when you look that good on homecoming night.

notes — ugh i love jj soooo much he’s literally my man bye idc 😭 he’s too fine

he’s been thinking about you in that short little teal dress all night. he genuinely can’t get the image of you coming down the hallway, the dress hardly going to the middle of your thighs, it’s tightness hugging you in every single one of the right places.

the dance is a bust, all of you can admit, but it’s a rite of passage to go to homecoming at kildare high and you won’t be the one to miss out.

you were genuinely shocked when jj asked you to the outing, in fact, your exact words were, “when the hell did you start following the khs trends?”

to which jj promptly replied with a raised brow and the beginning of a smirk, “when the hell did you stop?”

he was referring to the fact that you didn’t want to go to this year’s dance due to the fact that you didn’t have a date and everyone else had someone to go with already. even pope had cleo and john b had sarah and you didn’t even think about including jj because never in a million years would he ever even think about going.

but here you both were, face to face in the middle of the chateau, your eyes wide and full of ambition as he asked you nervously, “y/n, will you do me the honor of going to hoco with me?”

after the moment of shock passed, you got excited. “hell yea i will.”

“right on,” he huffed out, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.

jj had never been to a school dance before, he didn’t have anything close to being nice enough to wear and he didn’t even know where to start with sizes and colors and what not.

when he told john b that he was going to the dance with you, the dark haired boy advised him to wait until you picked a dress because, “it’s a lot easier to match a tie to a dress then it is to match a dress to a tie.”

jj hated the fact that he was going to have to wear a tie and a suit and dress shoes and a belt. he knew he would stand out like a sore thumb and he hated being the oddball, especially while some of the kooks would be there in $100+ suits and he would be lucky to scavenge the articles he needed from the nearest goodwill and thrifts.

but it was for you, he kept reminding himself. he saw the way it broke your heart to be left out while everyone else had a date, he knew how much you hated third wheeling and always feeling like the backup option for everyone, even for your best friends.

he knew the feelings all too well.

he knew what it was like to have everyone be your best friend and your first choice and to never be anyone’s number one.

but you were his number one, from the moment you joined the group, he just clicked with you. like something in him locked in with something in you and he was whole for the first time in his life.

for the first time jj had something to fight for. and he would be damned if he didn’t fight for you.

the first time he laid eyes on you that night it was as if he was seeing you again for the first time. he’d never admit it to anyone, but he’d been in love with you since you started hanging around the group. the way you looked and talked and laughed, and your give-no-fucks attitude about everything made him fall deeper and deeper every time he saw you after that.

then, before he knew it, you were his best friend and he was yours and suddenly he would burn the world down around him if it would keep that pretty little smile on your face.

“wow,” he breathed out when you shuffled awkwardly into the living room in that gorgeous teal dress, your legs toned and smooth, feet adorned in an adorable pair of silver sparkly heels.

your cheeks flushed at his genuine reaction, heart beating out of your chest. you were just as in love with him as he was with you. and neither of you had any idea.

“shut up,” you rolled your eyes, suddenly feeling self conscious. “nice tie,” you huffed as you headed out the front door toward the van. you’re following behind him, and for some reason get the sudden urge to give him a nice smack on the backside.

“what the fuck?” he huffs out jokingly over his shoulder, practically jumping a foot in the air from the shock, “did you just smack my ass?”

“it was a love tap calm down,” you giggle before rushing past him.

he catches up to you, returning the favor as his hand flies across your ass. he can’t help but notice the way it jiggles in the tight dress, trying to push out the dirty thoughts from his mind.

his tie was teal, as close as he could get to the shade of your dress, with extremely thin silvery horizontal stripes down the length of it.

by the time the crowning rolled around, you both were so bored you could fall asleep in the bleachers. but jj was attempting to keep you (and himself) entertained as much as possible until the doors opened back up and you were allowed to leave.

“i can’t wait to get out of here,” you semi-shouted over the music so he could hear you better.

“where do you wanna go?” he shouts back, brows raised as if he’s already got a plan in mind.

“i dunno,” you shrug, “any good parties we can crash? i’m tryna get fucked up.”

“oh yea?” he leans back, eyes wide with a bit of shock. “thought you were done getting black-out after last time?”

jj’s referring to prom last year, when you got so drunk at a kook party on figure 8 that he had to carry you down the stairs and out to the van, with john b preventing him from going back in with his gun and killing one of those kooks for being on the verge of taking advantage of you in such a vulnerable state.

“i’ll have you,” you wink at him, “pleaseeee?”

he sighs, rolling his eyes as he gives in, “fine. but i can’t promise i won’t shoot anybody this time,” he jokes (mostly).

“yay! thank you babe,” you grin at him with a mischievous look before laying another hand across his rear.

he narrows his gaze at you, “can you stop,” he feigns anger.

“never in a million years, not when your ass is that juicy,” you cackle.

your laughter is quickly cut off by a reciprocal hand to your own ass, “yea, says you.” you can’t help the way the spank sends a shock to your pussy, feeling the wetness pool in your panties. two can play at that game.

“oh yea?” you spin around, looking over your shoulder at him, “like what you see?” it’s said jokingly, of course, but for some reason jj can’t help but blush at the comment.

“let’s just go,” he rolls his eyes in response, attempting to play it cool.

jj brought you back to the chateau to change into something more party-like and comfortable for what he can already imagine is gonna be a long night.

you chose a skin-tight pair of black pleather shorts that hug your ass and leave little room for the imagination, and an adorable lacy red crop tank that’s nearly as tight as the shorts. you opted to quickly re-curl your hair and swapped the silvery heels for a pair of black pumps.

jj’s in a classic maybank fit; a t-shirt and pair of board shorts, his hair unkempt from running his hands through it in stress.

his plan at the beginning of the night was to admit his feelings for you by the end of the night, but going to this party might change everything. especially if you end up going home with someone else. but he didn’t want to tell you anything before the party in case he fucked it all up. he wanted one last good night with you.

when you enter the party, several eyes flit to you, roving up and down your body as you practically elude the meaning of confidence.

girls want to be you and guys want to be with you and jj’s left feeling inadequate as ever as he trails behind you, a shadow in your perfection.

you convinced him to let you pregame in the back of the van on the way to figure 8, smoking a blunt with him and downing 3 shots of fruit punch flavored taaka.

you feel the buzz, and you’re craving more. jj’s got his eyes locked onto you for more than one reason, and he’s not gonna let you out of his sight tonight. no matter what happens.

“c’mon!” you grab his hand, leading him into the kitchen as you start scoping out the drink scenery. “what should we start with?” you hold up a bottle of malibu in one hand and a bottle of fireball in the other.

he grins at your excitement, cheeks flushed at how good you look. all he wants to do is kiss you and hug you and maybe bend you over his knee if it comes down to it.

now, you’re unsure if it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins or if it’s the atmosphere in the house. but you want jj more than you’ve ever wanted him in this moment.

his gorgeous blue eyes and his slightly overgrown hair, his pearly white smile and his muscles peaking out the sleeves of his t-shirt.

you hand him the fireball, opting for the malibu for yourself and link your arm around his, turning the bottle back toward yourself. “cheers, babe!” you start chugging the coconut flavored alcohol, feeling it burn its way down your chest.

he coughs at the cinnamon burst, shaking his head as he breathes out deeply. “ugh that shit is so nasty dude.”

“i know,” you giggle, “that’s why i gave it to you and took the good shit,” you wiggle the white bottle in the air before setting it back down on the counter. he turns around to grab two cups of super-spiked punch, and you use that as your opportunity to revive the game from earlier. you let your hand fly up toward jj’s butt, giggling as he raised his head toward the ceiling.

“you fucker,” he growls out playfully as he chases you a few steps away, his arms wrapping around you as he smacks you back, one hand on each cheek.

“you know you love me,” you chortle, batting your lashes at him.

“you’re lucky as fuck that i do,” he matches your tone, raising a joking fist at you as an or else.

before you know it you’ve got your arm around jj, using him as your shoulder to lean on. the room isn’t spinning but you’re definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol and you’re having a grand old time next to the blonde.

for a moment, it’s as if you’re already together. you’re gazing at him, eyes glossy and full of love as you admire each and every one of his features. “you’re cute,” you grin at him.

his eyes go wide for a moment, before he takes into consideration the amount of alcohol in your system. “thanks, y/n.” for a second it hurts his heart, knowing that you most likely don’t mean it.

“i wish you could be my date all the time,” you sigh, “you’re the perfect guy.”

“what are you saying?”

“i love you jj,” you have your face buried in the crook of his neck, your stomach beginning to hurt from the alcohol.

“i love you too, y/n.” that wasn’t new, you told each other those words each time someone left the house or went to sleep at night. he needed to know what you meant.

“i love you,” you look up at him for a beat, gauging his reaction, “like i think about you all the time.”

he shushes you. not like this. it can’t be like this. “we can talk about it in the morning.”

you blink at him, unsure if it’s a rejection or if he’s keeping you from making a mistake in your drunkenness.

“i wanna go back to the house,” you half-whisper, your confidence depleted.

“you sure?” he furrows his brows, “you feelin okay?”

“yea, i’m okay,” you just don’t wanna make yourself look anymore foolish than you already do. “jus tired. wan go lay down.”

“alright, m’girl,” he supports your weight through the house until he reaches the van. jj helps boost you into the front seat before heading around to the driver’s side. he puts the bus in drive and begins heading back to the chateau. “let’s get you home then.”

-> back to masterlist

[zevrra]

this drabble is inspired by this ask!! (viktor vers. coming soon!)

[mdní, 18(+), college au, ns//fw, jayce x gn!reader, suggestive penëträtion]

studying with jayce was usually very productive. the two of you worked very well together, especially when it came to solving problems when the other couldn’t figure it out. you two were so in tune sometimes so when both of you got stuck on an equation, neither of you could solve, you decided to entertain yourselves with something far more…physical.

which is how you ended up on your hands and knees, face dangerously close to being squished into the bed as jayce fucks you from behind. one of his hands has a tight grip on your hip for stability as he dives rapidly into you. he places kisses along your spine in time with his well placed thrusts. “feel so good.” he’d whisper between each kiss that he places; chuckling at how you groan and tighten around him at his words.

he straightens up then, his hips faltering for a single moment; and you just assume he’s repositioning himself…that is until you feel something scratch lightly across your back. your brows furrow, maybe you just imagined it, but no there it is again…and it continues as jayce slowly stops moving.

no way. was he doing what you thought he was doing? no…not when…really?

“jayce talis are you solving that damn equation on my back right now?”

jayce completely comes to a stop just as the feathering on your back also stops. you hear jayce slightly laugh, nervously, while his grip loosens against your hip. “i’m sorry! i just solved it in my head suddenly and, and i had to write it down before i forgot it!” he stammers, apologizing for his moments distraction, before tossing the pen off the bed in an attempt to get rid of the evidence.

you sigh, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. he was so stupid and smart all at the same time and god you loved and hated him for it. but laughing would be saved for after you got to finish this. “jayce…take a picture, quickly, and then please forget about everything else that doesn’t involve you fucking me.” you hum in response. and you didn’t even need to turn around to know that jayce’s face was most likely bright red at being caught red handed. the thought makes you shake your head as he quickly scrambles for a picture before returning back to the moment you two were sharing.

“sorry…” jayce apologizes, sounding like a kicked puppy. he places an apologetic kiss against your shoulder before trailing them back down to your spine.

you finally laugh, softly, at his words. of course the brilliant man that jayce was; would think about equations while his dick was hard. so ridiculous but it made you enjoy this even more somehow. “don’t worry. you’re too cute to be mad at anyway. just move those hips again, pretty boy.”

and like a good boy, jayce does as he is told. saving the problem solving for later.

[kunasthiast]

Blackmail

Playing boardgames and Stardew Valley are your and your husband's favorite pastimes. But, do you really have to take it so seriously? Even going as far as blackmailing your husband?

a/n: i've just been SOOO addicted with playing Catan and Stardew this holidays that i actually "craved" for some wholesome, crack Sukuna fic playing these!! also, if u don't know, Catan is a classic boardgame where u really need to strategize LOL (and i always take games so competitively serious) >.<

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, Husband AU, Gamer AU, board game playing Word Count: 882 Warnings: cursing, laughing hard (please) All characters are of age.

“Oh my God, I needed that fucking ore! Come on, here’s 3 sheeps for 1 ore.”

Your husband then laughed at what you just said. You both have been playing Catan for the past 3 hours, with all 3 games owned by your husband. And now, you just need 1 point to win but instead he rolled a ‘7’ on the dice and stole your one and only ore resource – to upgrade your settlement into a city (which is worth 2 points, by the way). Thank God, you still have your 2 hay resources.

“No can do, babe.” Sukuna continued snickering at your misfortune. “This is a game of luck and I’m one lucky guy,” he continued and winked at you from across the table.

Groaning, you rolled the dice for your turn and landed on a ‘4.’ And you got a sheep resource, again. For the 5th time. “What the fuck am I gonna do with 5 sheeps?”

“Make ‘em steak,” Your husband said as he collected the dice to roll them, landing on a ‘7.’ Laughing at this, he said “Told ‘ya, the Catan gods are with me today.” He then moved the robber from your mountain territory to your wood territory – making you give up all your lumber resources, which amounts to a total of 3 by the way.

“Oh come on, why are you sabotaging me? I thought you love me?!” You’re overreacting at this point.

“Who else am I gonna sabotage? Me?! You just need luck today, babe,” Sukuna answered with a fucking boisterous laugh that makes your ears bleed.

“If I don’t fucking get a ‘9,’ I’ll be ignoring you for a whole week,” you said and rolled the dice. Sukuna laughed at you so hard with your dice ending up at the number you said. “Aww, see? The Catan gods love me so much that they wouldn’t allow you to ignore me.”

 With a ‘9,’ you got a brick resource. Not the ore. Please, Catan gods – just two more ores.

Glaring at your smug husband, “You know what? After this round, we’re not playing this game anymore. Clearly, this isn’t for me. I’m just gonna play Stardew Valley and water all my seeds there – thinking about how that made me happier than ever playing this game.”

“Babe, it’s just a board game. Why are you taking this seriously?” Sukuna stared at you and yes, he’s still laughing. But, this time. Hard laughing.

“No. This is betrayal!” You said so seriously. How you said it without laughing made Sukuna fell down the chair and now literally rolling, laughing at you from the floor.

“As if you can play long enough at Stardew without bothering me,” he said in between his laughs. And yes, you two play Stardew Valley in co-op mode because it gets boring when you play it alone – so you always, always play it with Sukuna. He does the mining, fishing, and other heavy works there and you just water the seeds.

Crossing your arms and glaring down at him who is laughing like he just won the fucking lottery, you then said, “Keep laughing, ‘Kuna. When we’re done here, I’m selling all the gold ores you mined. Every. Single. One.”

That finally shut him up. He sat up so fast, you swore you heard his back crack, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That’s sabotage! Let me remind you that it’s our livelihood. You can’t sell that – they have to be gold bars before we sell that!”

“As if you didn’t sabotage me here. Stealing my ore and lumber?!” You leaned closer, poking his chest for emphasis. “Not just that. I’ll also marry Elliot just to spite you.”

Now Sukuna was actually frowning as he sat back up on his chair. “Elliott?! The poetry guy with the flowy, long hair?”

You grinned. “Yep. And I’ll make him recite me sonnets every morning.”

Sukuna grabbed the dice, clearly forgetting it’s his turn and now desperate to shift the power dynamic. “Roll. Right now. You’re not marrying that Shakespeare wannabe.”

You picked up the dice, shaking them dramatically before dropping them onto the board. And lo and behold—a ‘7.’ 

“YES!” You screamed, throwing your hands in the air as you finally get to move the robber and drop it on Sukuna’s mountain territory – robbing him off all his fucking ores. Sukuna groaned, throwing his head back.

“No! No, no, no!”

Looking at him, you stick your tongue out, “Oops, I think the Catan gods had a change of heart, babe.” You then upgraded one of your settlements into a city. “And now? I’m building my city. Suck on that!”

Sukuna looked at you like you’d just insulted his entire bloodline, “This isn’t over.”

“But, it is,” you leaned over the board and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You just lost to a girl with five sheeps and one brick.”

As Sukuna sat there, counting all your victory points and comparing it to his for ‘fairness of the game’, you added, “Also, Elliott and I are getting married this fall.”

That’s when Sukuna lunged to tackle you—and the game board—straight onto the couch, laughing so hard that you almost forgot why you’d been mad in the first place.

Almost.

[amiaclone]

hiii, can I request a fluffy and angsty college au of jealous Semi(player 380) x reader like where the reader is younger than Semi and has a crush on her for a long time. However, Semi rejects the reader’s confession or like doesn’t care abt the reader bcoz of her popularity or for other reasons (you may choose). Then, the reader starts spending time with someone else, which makes Semi(player 380) jealous and prompts her to try to win the reader back. Thank you so much in advance, and I love your writing!!!

Thank you! I’ll try mixing the two a bit cause it sounds interesting

Tw: angst ig? And maybe some

Cursing

Se mi x gn! Reader

College au

You sighed in the hallway tugging your books

Should you do it? Should you tell *her*?

Se mi your first and only ever crush maybe you were delusional I mean she was only like two years older then you but still! You have a chance

You were friends with her…..to an extent I mean

She stared at you for more then three minutes that one time! There was hope maybe-

“You aren’t thinking about Se mi again are you?”

Your friend piped up walking towards you seeing your sighing they could swear they saw hearts in your eyes

“Shh! She might hear you!” *You hushed them down they laughed a bit in amusement*

“Y/n no offense or anything but you make it so obvious you stare at her all the time you stumble and stutter when she asks you simple questions you’re just….” *She looked at you up and down* “A mess.”

You rolled your eyes “Well no help from *you* I’m finally gonna confess to her!” *Their eyes widened a bit like they were just told the most unbelievable news then erupted into laughter* “Your humorous…y/n”

You rolled your eyes ready to give a glare then they punched your shoulder “I’m just messing I’m just glad you’re *finally* going for it how long has it been since you’ve liked her?” *You pondered in thought taking it seriously* “Eight years?” *F/n gave you a thumbs up* “Then why don’t you give her……eight roses, to show her how long you liked her?”

You smiled at the idea “Genius……what if she doesn’t accept?” *Your friend immediately covered your mouth* “Don’t you DARE start thinking about that stuff listen here y/n you’re gonna go up and confess…..when exactly?”

You shook her off “Ok ok! I’ll do it this afternoon where am I gonna get the roses?” *They gave you finger guns* “I’ve got you covered babe.”

Just as they said that the bells ringed signalling time for class i waved back with a knowing look and head to chemistry

Ahh chemistry

Se mi was in that class!

You headed in and there Se mi was leaning on her seat hanging around most of her friends

Well half were just people wanting to be her friend but honestly you couldn’t blame them Se mi was well…..there was a lot of things you could say about her

For one she was extremely pretty…..she was awesome at well everything even the stuff she was bad at and she was popular but not mean…

Lucky for you, you were seatmates! Which is why you’ve gotten somewhat close…..in your eyes anyway you often wonder what those pretty eyes of her see you as

The other students headed off to do there own business and the teacher was heading in soon so you smiled at Se mi and she smiled back

“Hey y/n what’s up?”

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies by her simply acknowledging your existence

“Hey Se mi you….busy later?”

She pondered in thought as if she was thinking deeply then she smirked

“Messing I’m not really do anything why, you need something?”

You felt nervous but you already went front you can’t go back “Can we meet at the backyard later? Yk….nothing bad or anything”

She twirled a bit of her hair

“Sure why not”

“Alright class!”

That sound cued you both to take your seats she winked at you and class begun

*Time skip to where you meet up with your friend*

Your heart began to race heavily time was getting nearer you really weren’t sure if you wanted to do this….

Your friend noticed your shaky behaviour and shook their head “Hey, you don’t have to do this….except you’re definitely gonna regret it if you back out now.”

You shook your head “I’m fine. I just…need some….did you get the roses?” *Your friend winked playfully and handed them out to you*

“Thank you” *You stared at the eight roses for how long you’ve liked her….wow you really have liked her too long huh*

“What time is it now?” *You spoke out of the blue your friend pondered in thought* “Some time between the afternoon definitely” *Panic began to erupt in you* “Shoot! I asked Se mi to meet up with me around this time I’ve gotta go!”

You ran out before your friend could even comprehend what happened

You reached the backyard of the school and Se mi…wasn’t there? That relieved you for a second….maybe it was early?

You realised your phone was in your pocket so you checked the time and it was……”3pm?”

You noticed Se mi walking with some of her friends and you instantly hid the roses behind your back while walking up to her

“Hey Se mi…could you excuse us for a bit?” *You tried to ask her friends nicely a load of them seemed confused or irritated but they shrugged off and walked off Se mi quirked an eyebrow*

“Um Se mi remember i asked you to meet up? It’s okay if you forgot! Was asking”

Se mi looked confused then realisation came upon her and laughed a bit

“Oh yeah i forgot about that….sorry about it can’t be that serious though like you said what is it?”

It honestly kinda hurt you even though you told her it didn’t when she said she forgot but whatever…..”Um well….” *You handed her the roses and she stopped staring at them* “I’ve liked you for…..eight years. I’m not good with romantic lines so….i just want you to know if you….perhaps feel the same way?”

Se mi then sighed thinking and pacing “Fuck y/n this is….kinda..you’ve liked me that long?” *You nodded almost shamefully* “This is….kinda awkward i…..I’m sorry but i…..you…I’ll be upfront cause i trust you but I don’t feel the same way”

If your heart could it would have shattered in the moment but you just stood there your brain was screaming with random things you couldn’t make out “Oh….” “I’m sorry…”

You forced a smile “No it’s okay we can still be friends i hope….right?”

She smiled back “Yeah I don’t let things like this get awkward with friendships welll see ya later…I hope you’re okay these roses are pretty though”

The two of you walked separate ways and just as she led the tears threatened to spill you felt like a fool a dummy a stalker all bad things and you couldn’t get them out of your head

You met up with your friend who was ready to cheer excitedly then noticed your gloomy behaviour

“Oh no babe….that happened I’m sorry-“ *The second you reached to her you began to sob uncontrollably. You felt like a crybaby that you couldn’t just take it well maybe then she would have liked you….*

Your friend walked you back to you and their dorm and gave you a bunch of blankets and tissues and whatever else you like

“I’ll…give you some time.”

You lied down in bed and processed everything i mean it’s not like she humiliated you or anything it’s just…….i mean what were you expecting honestly? “Now she probably thinks I’m a freak for liking her that long….” *You couldn’t help but say and think these things are true i mean what if they are?!*

Eventually you got worned out and passed in a blissful sleep

Eventually once you woke up you felt a sudden dread…..why?

Oh yeah your crush rejected you

And that you had to face her today

I mean you said it right? You don’t wanna make it awkward honestly you regret saying that maybe avoiding her was better….

You honestly didn’t know

*As you got up and brushed your teeth and hair and got ready your friend was tying their shoes and went up to you*

“Heyy y/n….you doing okay?”

*You simply stared at them and they got the hint were you supposed to be okay?*

“So…do you plan on talking to her?”

*You sighed*

“I mean I told her it was fine so….i don’t wanna make it awkward so i might as well try to act like I’m fine”

*Your friend stared in empathy*

“Well…I’m sure after this day you’ll be fine…it’s just a day right?”

You sighed and forced a small smile

“You’re right”

You headed out and even if people weren’t it felt like people were staring at you…is it anxiety is it real? You didn’t know and that made you even more scared….

Luckily one of your later classes were with se mi so you had all day to prepare to see her which you did

*Time skip to your second or third class*

It was time. You were gonna see Se mi

You took a breath and walked into class trying to seem as normal as possible and there was Se mi

Leaning on the chair just talking to her friends she noticed you and smiled like usual

“Hey y/n we were just talking about the teacher giving us an extra strict lecture….teachers sure are funny”

You force a smile you didn’t wanna make things awkward she didn’t deserve that

“Really? Wow they probably just want us to learn…”

Se mi snorted a bit and talked to you as if yesterday never happened….

It sorta relieved but upsetted you at the same time like wow it hit hard

She really doesn’t like you back. A truth you finally have it fully hit

After some time the teacher came in and you sat next to Se mi you’d normally be thrilled to be seatmates with her but right now? You don’t feel like you’re ready to face her….

*Another time skip I’ll just make it short*

The day was mainly just you trying to make se mi know or atleast think things were cool between you two eventually the day ended and you felt drained and you barely did anything

You layed down in bed thankfully tomorrow was a weekend most people would leave to visit families you planned on staying you can use this to relax all day

Eventually that day came by and well you were a mess

You groaned as your friend turned on the lights in your face

“Oh come on y/n that’s enough petting! It’s been two days you have to be strong now”

You only stared at her blankly

“Well what am i supposed to do? Get over it?”

You friend pondered like what if they were about to say was bad “Well you could you know get over it..”

You sighed “Well obviously I should but….i loved her….”

Your friend had a small pitied look

“Well…there’s plenty of people around I don’t know try making a new friend or something…”

You sighed then got up as if you suddenly got a burst of energy “Okay”

You got ready and headed out and went outside in the backyard and a student happened to be sitting on your usual spot

You mentally decided this was the perfect time to make a friend! Who knows maybe something else could happen….

“Hey this is my usual spot nobody usually goes around here….names y/n”

The person shot there head up “I don’t see your name on it.” *they smirk a bit jokingly*

You scoff smiling a bit “I basically claimed it please….you got a name?”

They smiled “I’ll let you guess starts with A ends with Z”

Se mi’s pov

Se mi just left her dorm ready to do whatever she wants in her free time

Her mind wandered to y/n oh y/n…..was interesting

Se mi wondered why she was so interested in being around them….they confused her in a good way

Like she felt like she missed something rejecting them and still wanted them around her? Usually if she rejected someone she’d atleast distance herself a bit for their sake

But for y/n? She wanted them around even more…..strange

Speaking of y/n wonder where they are anyway….might catch up a bit she was worried where they were yesterday

Just as she thought that while heading outside she saw y/n! And…..some person she’s never seen

She wouldn’t have been bothered if it seemed like the two or atleast the other person was…..flirting?

Wait why is she bothered! Y/n is free to do whatever they want!

But….eh whatever

She headed over anyways

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

The two turned to Se mi

Y/n laughed a bit “Uh hey Se mi this is….a new student”

“Hey! I just said I’ve been here awhile i just didn’t talk much to others”

Y/n rolled your eyes playfully Se mi quirked an eyebrow

“Well what classes are you in?”

She couldn’t help but question

“Clearly in none of yours” They laughed a bit”

Se mi tried not to frown she didn’t like this persons attitude

“Hey she asked you a question!” Y/n playfully giggled

Se mi tried to hold back whatever these feelings were “Hey so guys wanna hang out?” She mainly gestured it to y/n

Y/n nodded smiling while the other person shrugged giving a small smile

Oh boy

It’s been a week now and the two pair have gotten really close each time Se mi saw them her stomach twisted in a way she didn’t seem to get was she jealous? If so why? She rejected you why-

“Hey y/n” *Se mi approached them*

“Oh hey Se mi barely talked in awhile” *Y/n smiled while Se mi felt bad*

“Yeah it’s just that guy has…..what’s there name?”

“Won’t say it’s a joke of theirs!” *Y/n giggled a bit Se mis eye twitched*

“Yeah well have they ever said anything? Like about you know serious stuff just…….looking out for you”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow “Not sure it matters but there flirty a lot but I’m assuming their jokes most of the time..”

Se mi deadpanned you “most?”

Your pov again

Se mi kept on backing you into a corner asking you questions about you and him you had enough

“Okay Se mi you’re acting weird just why are you so bothered?!”

“Cause I like you!”

Your heart paused

Se mi seemed confused by the words she said then had a serious look

“Yeah i do and I’m sorry it took me a simple jealousy fit to figure it out…”

You didn’t know what to say was this a dream all you did was kiss her

“Will that help you figure it out?”

She nodded smiling “I’m sorry for whatever pain i put you through”

“Shut up! I’m still thinking whether if this is a dream or not”

Soo the ending is kinda rushed but i hope it’s worth it also happy late new years!

[mythicmanuscripts]

I’m thinking about the sub!Aegon that thrives on skin contact and nuzzles into the reader’s chest. Going along with his mommy kink, do you think this would also have him wanting to suck on reader’s breasts as a way to comfort himself when he’s had a bad day?

I know you don’t write pregnancy stuff and I hope I’m not violating your limits on what you don’t write for! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable

Aw I love this! Also thank you for taking note of the fact that I don't write pregnancy related content. I'm perfectly happy to write this type of thing, I think it would stray into an area where I'd be uncomfortable if it involved lactation. This is perfect though!

This answer is mostly just soft and sweet but since there's literal titty sucking and implied sexual conduct I'll hide it behind a cute. Enjoy!

Right so firstly, I have said this before and I will undoubtedly say this again but, Aegon has an oral fixation. An absolutely massive oral fixation. He's always wanting something in his mouth, always!! He'll often chew on his shirt cuff or his necklace or quill. The only time he'll drink water without a single complaint is when there's a straw in the cup and then he'll very happily sip it slowly and even once it's finished he'll just keep the straw in his mouth, sucking a little and chewing on it.

He tries to hide this at first from you, because it's definitely something others have noticed and teased him for. His mother has told him multiple times that he needs to grow out of it but he can't help it!!! He often doesn't even realise he's doing it, and if he tries to stop then he'll get all antsy and wriggly, bouncing his leg or tapping his knee or twirling his hair, anything to try and get the same sort of fidgeting calmness but nothing else is as good.

But despite how hard it is to stop, he really really tries to once he meets and bonds with you. He's never had someone he wanted so badly to please before and he'd actually just start sobbing if he did something that made you think he was embarrassing.

Needless to say, this attempt at keeping this from you fails almost immediately. He already struggles to control the urges if he's trying his hardest to concentrate on not doing it, so to try and control when he's with you and you start to look after him and his little mind turns off? Absolutely no chance.

How is he supposed to keep any train of thought for longer than two seconds when you're holding his hand and calling him pretty? That battle was lost before it even began.

But he does try. In the beginning it was easier because he didnt know you as well so he wasnt as comfortable. He was able to keep himself more or less contained because he didnt see too much of you and had even less time alone with you. That arrangement can't last forever of course, and before long you two get closer and closer and then the real struggles starts. His main strategy to try and save himself is just not allowing himself anywhere anything that he could chew on. Maybe what breaks it is when he's tired?

A few months into the relationship he finds himself unable to fall asleep. Aegon always struggles to sleep if he thinks he's done something wrong. If someone yells at him or calls him a failure or tells him he didnt do something right then he'll often be awake the whole evening, unable to calm down or get over it.

Except now he's never alone in his bed anymore, and so he can't just curl up in a little ball and chew on the cuff of his sleep shirt. Well, that's what he tells himself. He tells himself that he won't do it with you there, but then you see how unsettled he seems and you let him curl up against your chest and you kiss his head and well.... the cuff is in his mouth before he even realises.

You spot it of course, but you don't say anything because seemed to have finally calmed down. You ask him about it the next morning and he blushes so red he looks sunburnt, and then immediately starts promising he'll try his best not to do it anymore. It breaks your heart to see how guilty and ashamed he seems over something that clearly brought him some level of comfort. You promise you won't judge him or it and say you don't mind at all. Even though you say this, he still tries to stop, though all future attempts are absolutely useless.

The first time he uses any part of your body for it is after you've dommed him and cleaned him up. You get him into bed, wrapping as many blankets around him as possible and then you cup his cheek, gently tilting his head upwards so he can see you when you say you're just running to the kitchens to get him a snack and promise you'll be back in less than 10 minutes.

Only, Aegon doesn't even hear the end of the sentence because you're gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and he's so sleepy and happy and utterly incapable of any thoughts at all, nevermind any rational thoughts. So he turns his head slightly and takes your thumb into his mouth, gently sucking on it. You're stunned, not only from the action but also how happy he seems? He was sitting up on the bed but now he's basically leaning over, trusting you to hold most of his weight. When you stroke his hair with your other hand he hums around your thumb and clumsily tries to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

Needless to say, you never end up leaving to get the snacks because you get pulled into bed and have a lap full of happy, clingy, fucked out Aegon for the rest of the night. It gets more and more common from there, and you even start to notice the signs in his behaviour that means he'll be asking for that later.

I think using your breasts for this would first come about after sex one night. Sometimes the only way to settle Aegon is so push him as close as possible to limit, to wring out every orgasm you again until the poor thing can barley even speak (it basically resets him). After things like that you always stay in bed for a while. You don't get out of bed to clean up and fetch things and do all those other aftercare chores until much later because aegon needs immediate cuddles or else he'll spiral. You've just taken him apart completely so you can't just leave him like that.

That's how you end up laying in bed naked with a very tired Aegon who has been reduced to whines and huffs. You pull him against your chest and then he actually starts paying at your chest? You're so confused and you pull away just enough to look at him. Of course this is absolutely no help because he just whines and continues what he's doing.

You eventually realise what he wants and then you lay down on your back and pull him closer, essentially just scooping him up and letting him curl around you. He instantly goes for your breast, taking your nipple in to his mouth. You worry he might be too harsh but actually he's so so soft? He barely even sucks, mostly just keeps it in his mouth and nuzzlings into you. He falls asleep within 10 minutes.

From there he does it often, first only as aftercare and then after that whenever he needs it.

In conclusion, that little fucker is lucky he's cute.

[wandassweetheart]

REAL MAN

currently playing… ‘real man’ by beabadoobee

pairing - toxic!rafe x fem!reader

warnings! - angsty, situationship, rafe is pretty toxic, gaslighting? shitty ‘relationship’

a/n - in honour of ‘real man’ being on my top five songs on spotify, enjoy!

no one had ever taught rafe cameron how to be a real man.

since the beginning of the so-called ‘relationship’ you knew rafe wasn’t looking for anything serious. yet, every time you had managed to find yourself back in his bed, wrapped inside his arms. all the times he had slept with other girls you knew you should’ve ended it there and then. but you didn’t. why? because he’d feed you with his “you know i only love you, right?” and “i’m not going for no other,”. but quite frankly you had had enough. you’d already told your mother what he did.

so now, as the morning beckoned, you were on your way to tanneyhill to finally end the ongoing bullshit you’d been experiencing for the last three months. the journey was long, you’d had no car so cycling from the cut to figure eight was your only option, at least you’d had time to think.

after being led by your thoughts all the way to tanneyhill you locked your bike somewhere and walked up to rafe’s back door, since his parents had a natural distaste for pogues with them being kooks and shit. you softly knocked your knuckles against the varnished, wooden door. a familiar voice called out, “i’ll be a second!”.

you had started to get second thoughts as you stood out there, blue. questioning what to do. finally, after what seemed like a long wait, rafe walked out with his face contorting into a surprised shape from seeing you. “what’re you doing here?” rafe asks, not roughly but not in the soft manner he used to use when trying to bribe you for sex.

you took a deep breath and let it all out. “i don’t think this is gonna work out, i need the reassurance, rafe, not a silly romance.” you look down to your feet, hoping that it could all just be over and he’d take it well. but what did you really expect? rafe huffed out a laugh after hearing your words.

“please forgive me just for thinkin’ it’s a fleetin’ romance,” rafe mused back. “thought we both knew this was casual, baby?” he looked down at you with a smirk, braving to lift his hand up to your cheek. you knew it. if rafe had the chance he’d hold you down and take everything, just because he could.

your face fell into a frown as you could feel your dignity washing away and leaving every inch of your body. “oh baby, don’t pout.” he cooed. “shouldn’t you be used to being disappointed for falling too fast, already?” you couldn’t bare to look at him, he was humiliating you. and now you knew how this was going to end. you’d walk into tanneyhill with him and he’d coax you back into doing whatever he wanted, like always.

you felt helpless, you needed his comfort. “it’s okay, baby. i know that what you were saying wasn’t true. i’m still here f’ you, because you’re my girl a’ight?” his wide hand now resorted to holding your cheek to get you to look up at him. you thought, maybe one day if he still wants a relationship with someone else, he can go and get it and you’d hope he last.

but for now, you were his, and imprisoned in his mind games and love.

[sky-is-the-limit]

I don’t think people fully understand the sheer gravity of Destiel.

Like, this isn’t just a story about an angel falling in love with a human or another fanon ship that was created just because two dudes were standing too close.

This is an angel, a being forged by God, programmed to follow orders, incapable of free will, the literal embodiment of divine obedience!!! choosing to rebel. For one man. For Dean Winchester.

Think about it. Castiel wasn’t made to feel. He wasn’t made to question. He was made to serve, to follow heaven’s will without hesitation and then he meets Dean. He saves him from hell and in that moment, that exact fucking moment, his entire purpose shifts. Dean didn’t just change his mind cause we are not talking about another mortal being. He changed his entire fucking existence.

And here’s the kicker of it all. God, the all-knowing, all-powerful storyteller, couldn’t stop it. God, who controlled the narrative, who created Castiel and set the rules of the universe, couldn’t stop him from falling. Cas didn’t just disobey orders!!!!!!! He shattered the divine design. He looked at Heaven, at the eternity he was promised and said, "No. I choose him." Insane.

Do you understand how fucking huge that is? This isn’t a simple love story. This is cosmic rebellion and the writers couldn’t even grasp the insanity of what they created for a CW show.

It’s tragic and overwhelming because Cas didn’t fall in love with Dean for any selfish reasons. He didn’t want anything back. He didn’t expect Dean to love him, didn’t need his affection or validation. He never got to touch him or kiss him or get the "I love you too" that all of us wanted to hear. He just wanted to be near him. To help him. To save him, over and over, to make sure that Dean knew that he had someone who was looking after him.

And the cost? It was everything and people just brush over that.

Cas gave up Heaven. He gave up grace. He gave up the safety of eternity and purpose to stay in Dean’s proximity. Not because he was destined to, not because God told him to but because he *chose* to. That’s what makes it so tragic. It wasn’t written. It wasn’t meant to happen. Castiel broke the rules of his existence for someone who didn’t even realise the depth of it until it was too late.

Then THAT moment. When Cas says, "You changed me, Dean." It just hits different, doesn’t it??? Cause it’s not just a love confession. it’s a revelation. He confirms it right there that it was Dean's humanity that did it. Not some grand cosmic force, not some divine intervention. Dean himself, in all his flawed, beautiful, self-sacrificial mess, changed everything.

Dean, who always put others before himself, who had to raise himself, who gave everything to Sam and kept nothing for him. Dean, who was destined to always be second, to always sacrifice his own needs for someone else. Dean, whose car that he loved so much, his only constant, even that belonged to his father. Dean, whose clothes were probably second-hand, whose childhood was spent taking care of his little brother. Dean, whose purpose was always for the world, for the greater good and never for himself.

For the first time, Dean had something that was his. Something that wasn’t meant for anyone but him. Cas was HIS. Not for God, not for his father, not for Sam or the world.

This isn’t just a story about love!!! It’s *the* story about love. It’s messy and painful and romantic in the most devastating way cause Cas didn’t just rebel against heaven, people!!! He rewrote the entire concept of free will, of devotion, of sacrifice!!!!

He loved Dean with everything he was and that love was strong enough to defy God himself.

It’s the greatest, most tragic, most insane fictional story of our lifetime. Nothing will ever come close.

[erinwantstowrite]

Hi I know you mentioned you being aroace just a couple days ago and I was wondering if maybe you could explain more in depth about how you found out your sexuality and what not? If it’s not too personal…

I’ve always sorta struggled since I haven’t had any crushes as a kid except for maybe one and that’s just cause ppl kept asking me who mine was… so I don’t even think it was a legit crush?? So not only do I not know who (looks,gender, that sorta thing) I would like … am I ever gonna like someone to even find that out???

I know you said Superman on the new trailer was hot ahaha so do you still experience that sort of physical attraction? I’ve been told when people question which gender they like, to pick which one looks more attractive to them but I’ve never really experienced that sort of physical attraction so I can’t tell that way either…

I think any thought of a crush forming was more towards their personality as well. Looks I guess are more of a second thought I think..? Even then I can’t tell if this is “you’re such an awesome person I wanna be besties with you” really strong feeling or an actual “I wanna date this person” feeling.

The only person I’ve gotten really close to discerning it as officially crush was someone from work who was older by a good amount… which can be/is pretty weird.. Lots of people my age are just a little too crazy for me.. I guess??? Idk and even now I can’t tell if that was just “glad to have someone as a friend sorta thing. I’m really sorry if this is too personal and u don’t have to respond to the ask directly either I was just hoping on maybe some advice for some clarity if possible… as I get older and realize I’ve never dated/had that sorta infatuation it feels so excluding at times.

Also I am hoping for a feast AND desert with this “‘soon’ but still haven’t posted it two days later” chapter plz and thank you

I hope this made sense and wasn’t too invasive!! :(

when i was younger, i was reading about this kind of thing online and i didn't find anyone like me. i think it's about time that i come full circle and make my own post. i've got like half of my frontal lobe developed and i've been figuring out a lot of things about myself these past couple of years, and there might be someone out there who needs to hear this (´-`ʃ♡ƪ) so if anyone is interested, below the cut is a very long talk about how i figured some stuff out

when it came to my sexuality, i only started considering it when i was in middle school, going into high school. (which would be when i was 12-13). that's when a lot of my friends started having crushes on our classmates and i realized they were being serious when they said they had crushes on people. they had figured out their identities as being a lesbian or bisexual, and they had relationships. (or as close as you can get to that in middle school).

i started to panic and think that i was lagging behind. and i really started to repress my feelings about dating people and romance and what that would entail. i found out through the internet about being pansexual. at the time i thought "oh, they have the same attraction for everyone!" and i slapped it on myself because i thought it would fix everything. i even came out to my parents as pansexual and for a while i left it at that.

i had an idea of romance. i shipped characters in media and i knew that my parents really loved each other. there were a lot of examples for love in my life that weren't the best, but having two parents that actually did care about each other made me want that for myself in the future...

but that's in the future. i personally didn't think about it much because we were still kids. for a while i didn't think anyone else was being serious, that they were just trying it out quicker than i was ready for. it was a strange feeling. i guess i still believed we were playing make believe, or copying what we saw on TV or with our parents. often when my friends asked me who i had a crush on and i felt pressured, i would pick someone that i thought i wouldn't mind dating if i had to. someone would be "interested" in me and i would say "okay" because i felt like that was part of this game we all seemed to be playing. i've had a few "boyfriends" over the years that got people off my back when i had them. in elementary school it was this boy that didn't pick on me, another boy that was my parents' friend's kid. in middle school i had an online boyfriend and a couple of "crushes" on friends of friends, someone just a little far out of my circle that didn't shake anything up. my friends would help me get together with a person and they'd seem so excited for me, so i just went along with it.

then it hit me that they weren't doing it just to do it, or playing pretend. they actually felt something when they were interacting with their crushes. i started to reread books and rewatch media and really grasp what they were saying. the feeling of having butterflies inside them when they talked to each other, blushing when something was said? i thought that was about a general anxiety people get when talking to other people. but there was always something more to it that i just... didn't get. no matter how hard i tried, i didn't understand what that something was.

then started coming the pressure to do the same, to fit in. that's why i accepted a label of pansexual. it was "strange" but at least it didn't feel "broken." i could deal with people telling me that i was wrong for liking more than just boys. but to say that there was no one on the table gave me an anxiety i'd never felt before. like i would be letting down my family, that the entire course of my life would shift. i wouldn't walk down the aisle because there would be no wedding. my parents wouldn't have grandkids. my friends would go on to have lives completely separate from mine, we'd have nothing in common anymore. so i stuffed it all down and made myself believe that this wasn't who i was.

it really mixed me up because i did have a couple of "crushes" that felt real. there were a few girls i was friends with, there were boys in my classes (usually class clowns...) that i'd get excited to see every day. when i thought about dating them, it felt nice. any other time when i thought about dating someone, i'd get this awful feeling in my gut that i later realized was dread. i was fully convinced it was different from all the other times. that "different" that i didn't understand before.

it was different! but not for the reason i thought it was. those people made me laugh, they listened and remembered things about me (that i didn't get much of during that time of my life), and most of all: they didn't like me back.

there were literally no expectations in their eyes for things to go away from friendship. and i think that's what made me like them, but not as a crush. it was relief. there was always an expectation for other people (specifically boys) that if we were friends, things would stray from friendship at some point. not with these people. that relief, combined with all the other good feelings they gave me (class clowns...) made it so much easier to fall into a friendship that i didn't have with other people. and i was in denial for so long that i thought of those friendships as crushes because they were different from other friendships.

there were a couple of times that i got close to having to face my sexuality and it felt like a gut punch. there were a couple of people i was friends with (that i didn't have crushes on) that i had previously thought "if i had to pick someone" about. but when they actually told me their feelings, i would run away. in one case, i literally ran away. i changed my entire routine so that i wouldn't have to face them. and i'm a creature of habit, so of course i took that step back and asked myself why i was having such a strong reaction. my friends didn't understand why i was so panicked about these confessions. especially because before, i "liked" people and had no problem with it.

part of my feelings were that no one would actually like me (which only furthered me not wanting/not considering romance). some of the confessions that i got were fake/pranks, and it would really mess with my head. i wasn't skinny, i knew i was strange and awkward, and i could be very brash and stubborn. i had a weird sense of humor and i missed social ques. i got a lot of "you should be a lawyer" and complaints of being bossy when i was growing up and i always knew they really meant "you're a bitch." i wouldn't understand why i felt so othered from my peers like that until i learned i was possibly autistic, and i only found that out a couple years ago. combined with being plus sized and not conventionally attractive, i didn't get much breathing room. if i wasn't perfectly calm all the time, if i didn't force myself to be overly nice to people, and if i wasn't funny, i'd get told i was "draining" to be around.

i did a lot to try and fit in. i kept my hair long because people would compliment it, i tried to wear skirts instead of pants/shorts, i'd wear comfy clothes and the like so i didn't look like i was trying too hard. a lot of my personality was forced and i was the one who was being drained instead. i ended up having to get a radar for when people were just messing with me. and so when a real confession happened, there was a combination of anxiety about if they were faking or not, doubt that they could actually like me, and then a deep rooted fear about if they were being serious.

instead of the relief i should have felt when i learned it was a real confession, i still felt scared. it would be the same anxiety as if someone asked me to get on the world's tallest roller coaster in the world and i had just seen a chunk of the roller coaster fall in front of me.

that part made it even harder to come to grips with my sexuality. i thought if i gave up on being a hopeless romantic, i'd be giving in to all the times someone told me "I just don't see you dating anyone." being unlovable was a death sentence in my eyes. and it didn't help that i've lived in the south all my life. i was already strange and going to hell for a multitude of things. turning around and telling them that i was going against every expectation set of me to get married and have kids by 24????

(i should clarify that my parents had never been the ones to put this in my mind. when i came out as pansexual, they had only been confused about what the hell that was. the rest of their reaction was "i mean... we could already sort of tell." and while my parents had hopes for my future, i knew deep down that while they'd be a little sad not to have those expected memories with me, they wouldn't turn me away. and they would very likely be happy to create a whole different set of memories with me.)

i have my current friends to thank for me coming to terms with who i am. by the time i was in college i had started to question everything. my middle school friend group had been majority queer but we had gone to different schools or just faded apart. in high school, a majority of my time was spent in band. and while i was one of those people who had friends in a variety of friend groups, the closest friends i had were the people in my section that i sat next to every day. and in the present time, only a couple of them remained straight churchgoers. even though they've changed now just like i have, during high school i was a different story.

going to college opened me up to a far different experience. by this point i'd shifted from pansexual to bisexual. my college experience wasn't... ideal. or really healthy in any aspect. but meeting these people did dislodge the mindset i'd had for most of my life. and my current friends have changed my life. the fear that i had about being aromantic has now become the relief i needed my entire life. it doesn't feel broken, or wrong, or strange. sometimes i do feel sad about it, or question if this is really the case. maybe one day i'll meet someone who shows me that "different" feeling i'd been waiting to understand. but i grew past the societal expectation of needing a partner to be fulfilled in life and i'm so much happier.

life doesn't need to be about that partner. i have many, many friends and family to grow old with. i have a godchild!! one day i'll have my own house to celebrate holidays and achievements at, to host my friends and family. i'll have pets that i love and i'll have my own career, and i'll be happy because i never needed to fit expectations to be happy.

when it comes to anything sexual, it's sort of the same feeling as when i had "crushes" on people in real life. though also different? i don't look at real people and feel an attraction beyond knowing that they are attractive, objectively. i can feel attraction sometimes in a physical sense, but i have no interest in having anything personal happening between us. a fictional character has no interest in me, and so it feels safe to think that they're hot and to express it. like sure, yeah, i have a crush on them! i get giggly when Captain Smoker from One Piece shows up on the screen, and the new Superman makes me think "oh! okay!" but if they were real and in front of me? i'd probably... lose that attraction, like it was never there.

here's the kicker, though, and might sound weird at first: you don't have to put a label on yourself

yeah, i do consider myself aroace. but the world is ever changing and so is the human experience. it helps to have a basis, to understand your feelings and work through them. it's nice to be like "there is a name for this" and to find a community through that. i'm not saying there's anything wrong about figuring out your identity and saying "I'm this, this, and this!" nothing at all wrong with that. but we're all figuring ourselves out, all the time. it doesn't end when you put the label on. you have the entire rest of your life to continue learning things about yourself and the world around you. i wish i'd known in middle school that i didn't have to rush it, that i have every opportunity to take it one phase at a time. a human life seems fleeting, especially when you're looking back on your past and feeling like the time flew by. but that's just our perception of it as we look back.

what i mean to say it that it's okay to backtrack. it's okay to change your mind. it's okay to not put a label on it. it's okay to put a label on it. it's okay not to tell anyone, if you don't want to. it's okay to say "i'll figure it out." and it's okay if you don't. it's okay if you sit up in bed one day when you're 60 years old and go "that's what it is." as long as you live your life listening to yourself and not trying to meet an expectation you think you have to, then you're doing it right.

and it's okay if you lived your life like i did, and you didn't do any of that. being a human is messy and that's part of life. you're not gonna get it right the first time- but even then, sometimes you will! there's a nuance and a spectrum to everything you experience. take pride in who you are even if you don't have a clue yet. be kind to yourself. you're gonna be okay.

[o0anapher0o]

"This feels wrong," Hen said, looking from the phone in her hand to its owner, who had retreated to the kitchen and was rummaging through the cabinets with an epic pout on his face, probably looking for more flour. "I feel like I’m dealing with Denny when he was six and throwing temper tantrums."

"Trust me," Chim said. „Eddie and I talked to Tommy yesterday.  He’s not ready for Buck to call him."

Hen gave him an uncomfortabl look. "I don’t know, Chim. They’re adult men, shouldn’t they be able to figure this out themselves?"

The look she receive in return told her that was the dumbest thing she’d said all day, possibly all year.

"Tommy still thinks he nobly threw himself under the bus, so Buck can go and find someone else. We’re working on it, but if Buck calls him now he’s either not going to pick up or tell him to move on, this time Buck might actually listen."

"Well,  maybe he should," Hen pointed our.

Chim’s expression turned impossibly more unimpressed.  "What, like I should have listened to Maddie to not look for her, or how you should have moved on from Karen after your first break up?"

"Okay. Okay. You have a point," she conceded.

"Damn right I have."

"I’m just saying,  not everyone is you and Maddie.  And Maddie seems to think he should let Tommy go."

"Maddie’s got pregnancy brain," Chim waved her off.

"What?"

It took Chimney about two seconds to replay his words in his head. "Shit."

He spun towards Hen, finger pointing at her. "You did not hear that, because I didn’t say that."

Hen laughed. "Congratulations Chim. I guess you’re not ready to announce yet?"

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. Also thank you and yes. So you can’t tell anyone."

"I won’t.  I promise," Hen said sincerely.  "Is Maddie OK?"

Chimney sighed. "Oh Maddie’s great. Over the moon really.  I’m the one who’s terrified."

"So you’re using meddling in your brother-in-law’s love life as a distraction."

Chimney perked up. "If you think I need a reason for meddling,  you don’t know me as well as you think you do, Wilson."

[strawberry-daiquiris]

wet and messy and/or intercrural for nortrell if it pleases u 🙏🏻😊 (kink prompts)

ty anon, this one was a fun one to kick off with!!!

warnings for some kind of gender thoughts that max hasn't totally worked out in his own head in this one!!!

for the kink generator ask game

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“You’re not doing me up the arse again,” Max warns, when Lando’s hands start to wander the night he gets to Monaco. “So don’t get any funny ideas.”

Lando groans, and not the good kind, against his neck.

“But why?”

He hadn’t hated it, exactly. It’d just been a bit weird, arsehole out on the bed, feeling cold and then too warm, and then cold again. Max’d felt it for days, sitting weirdly in his sim rig and wondering if that was just his life now, if he’d had his insides altered permanently by Lando and his massive fuck off horse cock. It made him angry, that his body wasn’t made for it, not the way he’d like it to be.

“‘Cos,” Max argues, unconvincingly, but a little flick of his fingernail under Lando’s foreskin and he’s rendered the idiot unable to fight back. Typical. “It’s late Bob, I can’t be arsed with the fingering. I’ll give you a blowie instead, alright?”

Lando sighs, flopping back against the pillows. He lifts his hips up expectantly, and Max rolls his eyes at the same time as he fits his palm around his dick, stroking him slowly as they continue the negotiation. Lando’s got it in his head that once he’s started, he needs to be touched at all times, else it’ll go floppy.

When he told him, Max had to ask if that had actually really happened ever, and Lando went eight different shades of the pink-purple spectrum in ten seconds and blurted out the word once before he buried his face in the mattress and told Max to fuck off, he didn’t want to have sex anyway.

Max hasn’t asked again after that. 

“Rub off between your thighs?” Lando counters, to Max’s very nice offer to suck his dick. “S’more like a hole.”

“What, than my actual mouth hole?” 

Lando rolls his eyes and lands his hand on Max’s thigh, stroking through the downy hairs. Despite his protestations, Max can feel himself get going, his dick starting to twitch to life properly.

“Oh fine,” he relents, rolling onto his back and bringing his legs up a bit, his dick flapping against his stomach. “Whatever makes you fucking happy.”

Lando’s messy with the lube, pumping it vigorously onto himself and the backs of Max’s thighs, working his huge paw through the gap Max has left for him to fuck himself happy on. If he’s honest, Max could probably fall asleep like this, head resting on Lando’s expensive feather pillows, if it weren’t for the way Lando has to narrate everything.

“So fit, Max. D’you know it’s fucking sick you let me do this? I love your legs, and your moles, and so on.”

Max snorts, shifting a bit when Lando slides his dick in for the first time. There’s lube dripping down the backs of his thighs, coating his arse, like it’s dripping out of him. He tries to control himself, the urge to touch where Lando is pressed.

“Mm, yeah, potential skin cancer, talk about attractive,” he jokes, trying to distract himself.

Lando leans down and fits his mouth over Max’s knee, dragging his teeth along the graze he’s still healing from an unfortunate incident filming for Quadrant over in Sweden.

They’re not allowed to talk about it. Death, or danger, or any of that sort of stuff. Morbid humour is strictly for within the four walls of Tarkov, and the dark, gloomy series Lando likes them to watch on Netflix.

Max relents, reaching a hand between his legs to alter Lando’s angle so every thrust hits against the underside of his dick, brushes his balls. It feels good like that, like the warm and spongy parts are doing what they should.

“Like that, alright?”

Lando smiles, kissing over where he’s been biting, holding on for dear life as he starts to thrust properly.

“Does it feel good?”

Max sighs, closes his eyes. It always makes him feel a bit funny, how much Lando wants it to be good for both of them. It’d almost be easier if he didn’t care, wasn’t watching Max to make sure he’s satisfying him, wasn’t hell bent on making him his fucking wife, on top of the sex and the banter and the good chat.

He reaches out and takes Lando’s hand, threading their fingers together over his knee.

“Yeah, mate. It does.”

He jerks himself lazily, knuckles knocking against the head of Lando’s dick as it pokes obscenely through his thighs. Max thinks it looks a bit stupid. Would be hot with a girl, all smooth skin and cunt out, but his thighs just look messy, hair plastered down and sticky with it.

It only gets worse when he comes, striping his stomach, getting it in the smattering of hair on his chest. Lando’s reaction is immediate, reaching over to scrape his hand through the puddle, smearing it down Max until he can coat his dick in it, adding to the mess between his legs.

“Bob, for fuck’s sake,” Max is less forgiving now he’s come, and the fun’s over entirely. “It’s like a bog down there now.”

“S’good,” Lando says, voice dreamy, biting his lip into his mouth in a way that makes Max’s traitorous arsehole clench, fuck’s sake. “You’re so wet.”

“What,” Max laughs, nervous. “Like a girl?”

Lando nods furiously, as Max squeezes a bit tighter, using all the strength in his legs to make the hole as tight as possible. 

It’s enough for Lando to come, striping Max’s chest, his neck, his face.

“Yeah, bit like a girl, fuck.” Lando slumps forward. “That was so hot.”

Max closes his eyes, squeezing at the stranglehold of Lando’s fingers on his knee, and swallows it all down, deep, where he doesn’t touch.

“Next time,” he says quietly. “You can do it up the arse.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

I'm Not That Girl ~ Bucky's Version

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40's!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,140ish

Request:  hi lovely!! i hope you're doing well! can i request 40s!bucky with i'm not that girl?  i love wicked sm haha i've seen it three times on broadway and am going to see the movie again once finals are over

Warning(s): unrequited love

“Hands touch, eyes meet

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

He could be that boy

But I’m not that girl”

Your heart was hammering against your chest as Bucky pulled you onto the dance floor. His smile was as big as ever, causing his eyes to shine and making you feel so lucky to be so close to him. If only you could always be this close to him.

“Come on, doll!” Bucky laughed. “Don’t make me to all the work!”

You smiled and began pulling your weight in the dance. Though the dance hall was crowded, it felt like it was just two of you. Almost anytime you spent with Bucky felt like that. The world around you both was silent and still, allowing you to lean too much into your heart.

“She’s here!” Bucky exclaimed, eyes locked on the entrance of the dance hall. “Y/N, she’s here!”

Your heart fell as he let you go and headed straight for the woman who held his heart. Dot.

“Don’t dream too far

Don’t lose sight of who you are

Don’t remember that rush of joy

He could be that boy

I’m not that girl”

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted with that smile heart-stopping smile. 

“Hey, Buck,” you responded. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a guy stop by to see his best girl?”

Best girl. You always felt joy when he called you that, causing you to push aside the true meaning of that title. You weren’t truly his best girl, but his best friend aside from Steve. 

“Plus, I need to talk to you,” he continued, stepping into your apartment. “I need some advice about Dot.”

“Oh, yeah, of course.” You took a deep breath as you closed the door, trying to reign in your emotions.

“I think I love her.”

Your hand fell from the handle of the door as your heart shattered. “Oh?” You turned around and headed into the kitchen to fix up a snack. You needed to focus on something else right now or you were going to lose it in front of Bucky.

“Yeah. She’s perfect, doll. Like… the best thing that’s every happened to me.”

“That’s great, Buck. What advice to you need?”

“I need to know how to tell her. How do I tell her that I love her? Do I get flowers? Tell her while dancing? Take her out to a fancy dinner—“

“Just tell her, Buck. No frills. If she loves you back, she just wants to know you love her. That’s all she cares about.”

“You think?”

You sighed. “I know."

“Every so often we long to steal

To the land of what-might-have-been

But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in”

Your dreams were the only place that the wishes of your heart came true. Bucky chose you. Bucky loved you. You were truly his best girl.

But then you would wake and remember the truth. Bucky loved Dot and Dot loved him. You were just someone in his life, for now.

It was the early morning and you had just woken up from one of your dreams when a knock sounded at your apartment door. When great caution, you went over and opened it. You were surprised to find Bucky standing on the other side. But even more surprised to find him in military uniform.

“Bucky?” You questioned. “What’s going on? What are you wearing?”

“I know that I should have told you sooner, doll,” Bucky’s voice was laced with guilt. “But I didn’t know how… I’m shipping out to England.”

“What? When?”

“Now.”

There was no point in stopping the tears.

“Hey, hey, please don’t cry,” he pled as he stepped closer, his hands coming up to hold your face. “You know I can’t stand to see my best girl cry.”

“You should’ve told me sooner,” you cried. “I deserved to know.”

“I know, I know… I just… I couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye to you.”

“Then don’t.”

He gave you a sad smile. “Can’t do that, doll. But… you can come see me off. I would really love it if my best girl was there.”

“Blithe smile, lithe limb

She who’s winsome, she wins him

Gold hair with a gentle curl

That’s the girl he chose

And Heaven knows

I’m not that girl”

Dot was sobbing as Bucky held her close. You and Steve stood to the side, watching the scene as military personal hurried around the shipyard. Other goodbyes were happening around you, almost allowing the scent of tears to fill the area. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Steve whispered. He was the only one who knew of your feelings. He had figured them out just by watching you.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the couple. “I always knew that I wasn’t Bucky’s type.”

“Y/N—“

“Don’t try to make me feel better, Steve. I really don’t want it.”

Your heart clenched as Bucky brushed Dot’s golden hair from her face and gave her a kiss. A stray tear slipped down your face and you quickly wiped it away.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, turning around.

“Y/N!” Steve tried to keep you there, but you weaved through the crowd before he could.

“Don’t wish, don’t start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I wasn’t born for the rose and the pearl

There’s a girl I know

He loves her so”

You hoped that Bucky would write to you, but he never did. You heard that Dot was receiving letters and small gifts. Pressed flowers, poems, drawings, and a small pearl. Every time you got an update from Steve about Bucky it was due to his letters to Dot. It only hurt you further.

One day, Dot showed up at your apartment. You were curious and allowed her to come in.

“Bucky asked me to keep this a secret,” Dot explained as she seated herself on the couch. “But I know he didn’t keep any secrets from you and I just had to tell someone!”

“About what?” You questioned.

“Bucky sent a pearl in his latest letter. With the pearl, he asked me to marry him.” And you thought your life couldn’t get any worse. “Of course, I responded with a yes. We’re going to get married as soon as he returns.”

You pressed out a fake smile. “Congrats, Dot.” Your voice wobbled. “I’m happy for the two of you.”

“I knew you would be. I feel so much better now that someone knows.”

Dot didn’t stay much longer. It was a good thing, because you weren’t in a good place. As soon as she was gone, you had collapsed into a puddle of tears. Your dream was over. Bucky chose Dot over you. He loved her and not you.

“I’m not that girl”

[rayhalloffame]

NSFW MDNI!

Imagining being new to Art and Tashi’s relationship. They’re both so captivated by you that they need to get to know your body separately. They need to be able to take their time and play with you the way they really want.

Tashi figures you out quickly enough. She knows exactly what to say, knows how to move her hands on you. She’s the perfect balance of teasing and pushover. She likes to see how far she can take you but when you’re begging her to let you come, she can’t deny you. Tashi strokes your face and whispers to you while her fingers assault your clit. You come so hard your toes curl and your head presses back into the pillows.

Art doesn’t have as much finesse. He eats you leisurely, uses his fingers to add some intensity. And while it feels good, and he looks so handsome between your legs, you’re just not able to get there. To spare his feelings, you fake it, and he kisses you after gleefully.

This works for a few weeks while the three of you have yet to engage in sexual activities together. Until Tashi is kissing your neck and cheeks and squeezing her hand around your tit while Art makes himself at home between your legs. You feel good, like you always do, closing your eyes and really trying to concentrate on his tongue which has a better rhythm than his fingers. Truth be told, you want Tashi’s fingers, so you fake it in hopes of continued play. Art is rubbing your thigh and when you open your eyes Tashi is staring down at you. You silently plea with her to not make it a thing.

Instead, she releases the tension between your eyebrows with her thumb. “Want me to teach Artie how to take care of you, hmm?” Your cheeks flame and when you look to Art he has his own crease between his brows. He vocalizes his confusion and Tashi is very blunt. “You don’t know how to make her finish,” she says, but rubs a hand across his messy hair.

His eyes find yours, asks if that’s true. You nod, quick to add, “but it feels so good, please don’t be mad!”

Art crawls up to lay beside you, cups your cheek and kisses you. “I’m not mad, pretty girl. My ego’s a bit bruised but I’m not mad.” Your eyes are glassy anyway and he swipes his thumb beneath one before the tear can fall. “You have to speak up, alright? I want to make you feel good, give you what you deserve.” You bite your lip and nod.

Tashi rubs a hand across your belly. “Go on, tell him.” She nods encouragingly, hand moving to toy with your clit. Your hips jolt into her hand.

“I, uh, need you to talk to me. Y’know, tease me, make me desperate,” you say bashfully. “Tell me what you want to do to me, but don’t always give it to me right away.” Art looks like he’s taking mental notes, nodding seriously.

Tashi is in your ear then. She bites the lobe, tells you you’re doing so good, rewards you by speeding up her fingers on your clit which sends shivers down your spine. She nods at Art to try.

Art captures your gaze, whispers so close to your face that you can smell mint on his tongue, “I can’t wait to split your little pussy open on my cock.” Your eyes widen and you nod into the palm he still has against your cheek. Art licks into your mouth, moves his hand slowly down your body until his fingers tease at your opening. You nod, egging him on, but he just traces his fingers there.

You grip the back of his neck. “Just like that,” you praise. He pushes a finger into you. Tashi grabs his wrist and repositions it to an angle she knows you like, and when he curls his finger you’re mewling.

Art adds another finger, stretching you while he finds a rhythm you like. “You’re so tight,” he groans, pulling your tit into his mouth. His fingers fuck you in sync to Tashi’s rhythm on your clit.

Tashi kisses at the underside of your jaw. “I don’t know, baby, he might be too big to fit.” Art curls his fingers, and you gush. Art spends the rest of the night probing you to tell him what else you like and then getting to work. It’s Tashi who pulls him from you when you become visibly overstimulated, wipes a mix of spit and juices from his chin, says you all will have plenty of time to learn each other. They’re going to keep you forever.

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Regress

My Writing Masterpost

Juno Collection Masterpost

Previous

Warnings: slavery, mild delirium

Something was wrong.

Master had called for the healers and the court mage when he woke, and now they were huddled around the bed, staring at him and talking.

He couldn’t move; too drained to turn his head. Juno blinked, slowly. 

The kennel was in the corner of the room. Its door was open, the bear he made from scraps of fabric sitting inside.

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He wanted to crawl inside his crate, cozy and safe and without eyes and hands on him.

The healer reached for him, and he flinched. She grabbed his wrist anyway, checking his pulse.

“It’s slow,” she said after a moment, and Juno’s eyes flicked to Master. 

“He hasn’t moved,” Master said. “I tried to get him to sit up earlier so he could eat, but-”

I’m sorry, Juno wanted to say. Instead, he only breathed.

He heard the healer uncork a bottle. “Just needs more potion,” she said soothingly to Master. Juno’s mouth went dry. Not more magic, please.

She reached for his jaw-

“Actually,” the wizard said, sipping on a lime green drink. “I wouldn’t.” He went around the bed, out of view.

“Juno,” the wizard said from behind him. “Does this hurt?” He prodded his bare side, and Juno startled.

“Stop it!” Master hissed at the mage. “He can’t answer you anyway, remember?”

Juno closed his eyes. Useless, worthless, defective.

“Juno,” someone said in front of him, and he was so tired. Couldn’t they put him away so he could sleep?

“Juno, please.”

He opened his eyes. The wizard was at eye level, sitting on his heels.

“Did that hurt? It’s important. Blink once for yes and twice for no,” he said.

It didn’t, but Juno was sore all over. Bone-deep soreness, and weighed down with sleep and near paralysis.

He blinked twice.

The wizard stood. “See? I think he’s mostly healed. Just sore and tired.”

“More potion would-” the healer started.

“Would kill him, maybe,” the wizard went on. “He’s Timorsian. Our healing potions are based on Rhodantheian physiology. Juno doesn’t have inner magic, so it’s working slower and harder on his system-”

Juno stopped listening. He stared at the wall behind the court mage. He could feel the world becoming more and more fuzzy; slipping away like mist on the wind, just like it did every night when he was too tired.

Now it was the middle of the day, not evening where the shadows leapt at him and his hands shook.

“Juno? Juno?”

He couldn’t do it.

He drifted.

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The healer had prescribed bedrest for a week or until he recovered his strength, whichever came first.

Juno couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

He was trapped on his bed, sprawled out on his stomach, head turned to the left.

His bed. 

It really wasn’t his bed, it was a bed, in a room that Master let him use. Because he was generous.

Master was so kind. He even asked after painkillers, but the healer told him no. That it might interfere with the process.

Juno didn’t deserve Master’s kindness. He had been disobedient.

He was still waiting to be punished for it.

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Master hovered over him. It was scary, and Juno didn’t like it. He was still naked, and the idea that Master would just grab him and-

He let the thought slip away.

Master hand-fed him. Little bits of fruit and fish, and that felt normal. Natural. Was he being good? 

As he swallowed, he realized his collar felt weird. Light and airy, instead of grounding and familiar.

It wasn’t his collar at all. Wasn’t his comforting leather with a brass tag.

Where was his collar? How would people know he belonged to someone? 

Had he been bad?

Tears filled his eyes as Master fed him another bite. He swallowed, whimpered.

Please, what did I do wrong? Don’t you love me anymore?

No answer.

He cried as quietly as possible. Master liked silence. If he wanted to be good again, he needed to be small.

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The kennel was so far away. But it was safety.

He shouldn’t be on a bed. This was Master’s bed, and he was on it. For no reason.

Bad. Disobedient. Horrible creature.

Juno struggled to pick himself up off the bed. 

“Juno, no!” said a voice above him. A hand pushed him back down, and he couldn’t help but burst into tears.

But why? Why wasn’t he allowed to hide away?

“Juno, please don’t cry. What do you need?”

He couldn’t lift himself again, even to point to his perfect, quiet crate. All he could do was sob and sob and hope Master wasn’t around to hear him.

The hands moved him onto his back, propping him up on the pillows. A tissue wiped away his misery.

“I think I should teach you some sign, or to write, or something,” the voice said.

No! No nononono-

He tried to move away, to thrash against the man’s grip, but it was useless.

He sank back into the pillows, staring off into the distance. 

Juno didn’t want his hands broken or his eyes torn out. 

So as the man talked and moved and tried to get him to look at paper and markings-

He looked away.

He just wanted his kennel and collar.

He just wanted to rest.

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Ch. 10

Hit Me Hard & Soft

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BPOV

“Finneas… What did I do?”

“Nothing, Billie. It’s not something you did. Remy wasn’t even there. It happened when we took you back to our place.” He reassured me. I could tell he was being careful with the words he chose.

“Okay? I know I was saying a lot of rude things. Did I hurt your feelings? Or Claudia’s?” I asked, concerned.

“No, no it was nothing like that, Billie.” He shook his head. “Actually, you were telling us some really personal things… About how you feel.”

My palms began to sweat as I took a sip of my drink.

“I don’t know why you didn’t come to me about this earlier, dude. And, I’m not necessarily surprised, just wish you’d told me sooner.”

“Finneas what did I say, please tell me.”

“A lot, actually… At first, while Claudia tried to help you change into pajamas, you kept calling her Remy, and nonstop apologized to her…” he tilted his head back and forth as he spoke. “And I don’t know if you remember, but at one point you were crying inconsolably. You told me how much you loved Remy, that you wanted her to love you back the way you love her.”

I swallowed hard and for a second I forgot how to breathe.

Finneas continued, “You went on and on about how badly you need her, how far you’d go to keep her in your life. Like, Billie, you never told me how much you liked her. I always had a feeling in the way you look at her and the way you protect her… but I thought maybe that’s just how you guys are. I wish I would’ve known, I would’ve been there for you.”

“What else was I saying?” I asked, quietly, trying not to be soft.

“You begged me to tell her to come lay with you. And when I told you she was already asleep, you tried to leave and go to her. I had to fight you for the keys, dawg, and Claudia had to hide them from you. She hid your phone too so you wouldn’t drunk dial her.”

I rubbed my forehead, closing my eyes and shaking my head.

“You told me you’d lose her if you didn’t stay, and you wanted to cancel the tour too. When I finally got you to stay in bed, I tried to calm you down, get you to drink some water. Then, you ran to the toilet to throw up, and on the bathroom floor you told me how badly you messed up. How you wish you’d kissed Remy at the party, before anything else happened.”

I groaned to myself, leaning back into the seat.

“You said you wanted to keep her safe, and make her happy. That she’d be happier with you, that you wanted to give her the life she’s always wanted… Billie, I haven’t seen you so desperate, so devastated in so long. And you can’t just make realities for other people. That’s not- That’s a whole other conversation we need to have. Are you sure you don’t remember any of this?”

“I don’t remember any of this. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause so much-“ I cleared my throat feeling anxious for some reason. “You said you already knew?”

“I knew you had feelings for her, I just didn’t know you knew. I thought maybe you were figuring them out, not that you were hiding them for so long.” He shrugged. “Like I said, I wish I knew sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, dude.”

My eyes trailed off, staring out the small diner window. My heart kind of dropped. I didn’t feel embarrassed or anything like that. It bothered me how badly I wanted to suppress these feelings for so fucking long. For years, I just wanted to stop feeling so intensely. When it came to Remy, I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had built, or mess up the dynamic we had locked down. I knew she’d never feel this way about me and it broke my heart.

“No… I- I’m sorry, I didn’t want anyone to know. I wish I didn’t want her like that. I didn’t want to say it out loud and make it true. I wanted to just believe I loved her like a friend. We’re best friends, it’s so dumb.”

“Billie, why? What’s wrong with it?” He held his hands out in disbelief.

“She’d never feel the same way about me. She’s not into girls.” I shook my head.

“Has she ever said that? Like actually?”

“I mean, no, but she’s never really dated women. She doesn’t really date much at all. She just has really short phases where she talks to guys but they never work out- It doesn’t matter, because it’s never going to happen. She can’t find out, Finneas. I don’t want to lose her as a friend.”

“Lose her? You haven’t even talked to her in two weeks, Billie. You keep swearing up and down that you’re angry, when you know you’re just so deep in your emotions you can’t fathom the fact that she’s chasing something else. You’re hurting, but she doesn’t even know she’s hurting you. You’re not being transparent with her. Stop masking the problem.”

“I need to focus on this tour. There’s no time to-“

“No, dude. Because you’re miserable and I know it. You guys have never not talked. Not like this… Billie, you’re pushing her away from fear that your feelings won’t be reciprocated. And trust me, I get that, I do... But this whole attacking her for taking her own path is not okay. I know you have good intentions, and your heart is in the right place, but you’re hurting the girl you love the most. And I know you know that.

“Finneas, I am mad, I am hurt.”

“You’re not mad because she’s a hard worker, you’re not mad because she’s chasing that job she’s already put so many fucking hours into. You’re mad and you’re hurting because she’s not dropping everything to be with you. You’re hurting because you can’t be the whole reason she’s happy or fulfilled, and you want to be.” He spoke gently, but matter-of-factly. “You rather her take advantage and suck you dry? No pun intended?” He stifled a laugh.

“No,” I answered, acknowledging his joke.

“No, because you love the fact that she’s independent, and unconventional… You admire that she’s self-sufficient-”

“And head-strong.” I added, “She never gives up on what she wants. When she puts her mind to something, she’s unrestrained. And she’s not afraid to be alone, which scares the hell out of me. She doesn’t need anyone to take care of her, and-“

“And you want to take care of her.” Finneas pointed out.

I nodded. He was right, about everything. Even though I hated to admit it.

“But you can’t change who she is. You know that. You have to be okay with that.”

“I know.” I ran a hand through my hair, sighing.

“You also have to be honest with her.”

“I can’t, Finneas.”

“I understand why you think that, but you’re going to ruin your relationship with her regardless, with all of this in the background.” He wafted his hand around.

“Yeah. I get what you mean.” I nodded. “Please don’t say anything to her.”

“I won’t say a word to anyone. Just please, think about it. You’re my sister and I don’t like seeing you like this. At the end of the day, I’m on your team, always. I just wanna see you happy…” He paused for a moment before continuing, “And if being just friends is too hard to do, then maybe you need to let go of that too. I can’t let you fall into a dark place, again.”

“I know…” I looked at him, reading the worried look on his face. “I’ll be okay, I promise.” I held out my pinky and he intertwined it with his.

“I know you will. I just worry about you. You can’t change people. You’d never let anyone change you. And Remy would never try to change you.” He let go of my pinky and stole one of my french fries, which were starting to get cold.

“I love you, Finneas.” I smiled, stealing one of his fries to make it even. “Thank you. And I’m really sorry for making such a scene at your house. God, what a mess. Claudia must hate me.” I shook my head, trying not to laugh.

“Bro, you’re fine. You definitely owe her one because she cleaned up all your puke. You have terrible aim, by the way.” He laughed, pointing at me.

“Fuck off! That’s terrible!” I cringed.

“Dude, it’s okay, she was just worried about you. She made me come check on you a bunch of times when you finally knocked out. She was scared you’d choke on vomit in your sleep.”

“Aww, man. You guys are the best.” I smiled. “Thank you for talking to me. And coming to see mee.” I said in my best little sister voice.

“Don’t thank me. You’re paying!” He laughed.

******

The next few days went by so fast. I couldn’t believe another week was almost gone. Tonight, I’ll be playing Madison Square Garden in New York City, one of my favorite places to perform. I looked out the window of my hotel, watching the people walk swiftly past each other on the sidewalks, down the stairs to the subway, and into little bakeries and shops.

Being in New York made me nostalgic. Maybe because it’s Remy’s favorite city. Some of our favorite little spots are hidden here. God, I wish she was here to visit them with me.

As I updated my instagram story, I saw a post she made recently. I tried to stay off socials for this reason alone. It was a few pictures of her bedroom, where she had removed the furniture and laid a tarp down on the floor, with blue tape to cover the antique baseboard and crown moldings. On her wall, a heavenly mural of clouds in the golden hour sky. It looked like straight out of a Pinterest photo. I scrolled to see the day by day progress she made. I was stunned, admiring the talent. I didn’t even know she could paint like that. I’d seen her sketch and paint on canvas before but seeing her art displayed on a wall almost brought me to tears.

I liked her picture out of habit, causing my heart to drop a little. I considered leaving a comment but decided against it.

I opened iMessage, and texted her directly. I typed and retyped what to say. Everything sounded stupid.

I saw your wall. It’s incredible. 10:03am

I miss you. I wish I was there. 10:04am