#lo and behold 😫

[nothingweirdhere]

honestly? that’s a valid reaction

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Nothing is more embarrassing than your TA finding out that you write fanfics.

[targaryenluvs]

LITTLE OLD ME? / SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: With the prospect of leaving you to find his father, Sam finds himself running out of time to tell you just how much you mean to him. But do you feel the same? And who’ll confess first?

WORDCOUNT: 2.6K Words

WARNINGS: Pining, jealousy, clueless Sam, teasing, confessions, angst, fluff, kisses, dual pov, arguments, THESE KIDS ARE CLUELESS!!! Lazy writing from me so I used the script

A/N: Set in season one! He’s too cute, he’s so cute I might just faint 😫 I’ll have some dark Sam soon don’t worry I always balance the scales 😋 Me… writing fluff?? unheard of! No Jess slander here too she’s your friend :P italics = flashbacks/thoughts/exaggerations HAHAH I ACCIDENTALLY ADDED MY NAME IN IM GOING TO KMS I’ve changed it now 🤣

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Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Sam had first met you at a party.

A friend of his had dragged him along, claiming that the College experience was not just about studying. Sam didn’t want to be there, but he also didn’t want to disappoint him.

He ended up letting his friend disperse, interacting with the people he knew. Sam knew no one at this party, it consisted of another schools students and a few familiar faces. He nodded at a few but found himself standing in a corner and trying to choose which assignment he was going to finish off when he got to his place.

Which is when he saw you, with one of the biggest smiles on your faces. And Sam couldn’t help but smile along with you. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what on Earth was so funny, he wanted to smile because you were. It seemed like everyone circled you.

Your friend had noticed him staring your way about a minute ago, but didn’t want to be wrong. So she kept moving you around and dragging you to new people. Lo and behold, his eyes followed. Based on her check, he seemed sweet. He didn’t stare at your ass or your chest, just your face. He laughed and smiled when you did.

He seemed to admiring, and she liked it. Sam’s friend, Mason, returned to the room with a girl on his arm. She watched as Sam side hugged him once he returned.

Mutual friend? Check!

“If you drag me anywhere else my arm is going to fall off Jess!” The party seemingly faded away as you made eye contact with him, god was he cute. His gorgeous brown eyes and hair were more than enough to render you tongue-tied. Sam looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at you, why were you in front of him?

Had he been staring too long?

“Mace! There you are.” The two of them exchanged pleasantries, “Oh, this is my friend Y/n. Mason, Y/n.” Mason reached his hand out to you as you smiled at him. Sam found himself holding his breath, your smile is even bigger now.

He wanted you to smile his way, “This here is Sam! Sam, Y/n.” Jess and Mason shared the same idea as the three others watched as you smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Sam, you can just call me Y/n/n.” He snapped out of his daze and shook your hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty.

“Sam, I’m Sam. You know that, Mason told you. But uh, you can call me Sammy.” Masons eyebrows furrowed at the notion, he never called him Sammy. The girl on his arm tugged, “Let’s let these two get, acquainted.”

And that you did.

For the rest of the night, you may not have had as much to drink as the others, but you had one of the best nights of your life. You started off in the corner of the room, slowly getting to know eachother. The night led you outside, thumping music and shouts drowned out by the others presence.

Then somehow you ended up heading out for Ice Cream and then at the park. Sitting on swings and laughing at his awful jokes, you’d never felt more care-free. The night was full, and you were thankful.

He shone, if that made sense. Sam was a shot of espresso, and you were an addict. As cheesy as it sounds, you found him to bring color into your life. Your life wasn’t dreary and depressing, but it was boring. You found yourself going from class to your bed, the library, or working.

You had friends, yes, but not too many you could actually rely on if need be. That you trusted. And within one night, you found yourself pushing Sam to the top of that list.

Sam liked you from the get go, how could he not? With your infectious laughter and smile, kind eyes and understanding self. And you listened, with your whole body. You digested everything you heard and were full of empathy. He needed someone like you.

You’d been best friends since then, your first year of college. Best friends and undeniably in love with eachother. Not that the two of you ever noticed. It infuriated Jess and Mason to no end. The two of them saw it, every time you all hung out. The way Sam clung onto everything you said, as if it was Gospel.

The way your eyes practically glistened when he spoke or smiled. You looked up to eachother with so much emotion it hurt the soul. And the second the other was approached? All bets were off.

No man or woman in their mind continued to pursue you once they caught a glimpse of the huge, 6’5 giant behind you. Sometimes they’d keep going, but then he’d come up behind you with some stupid excuse to get you to go back to the table. And that person was left face to face with Sam and his unsettling smile, “You waiting for something?” A quick shake of the head and they were gone.

But it didn’t matter, whether or not you got together or not. You had eachothers backs at the end of the day, no matter what was going on. Even if you were fighting.

The night Sam’s life changed, you were drunk.

The two of you had an argument earlier on.

You ran your fingers through your hair as Sam followed you through the hallway of the apartment building, “Stop walking away from me!” You stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Stop telling me what to do!���

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to keep you safe Y/n/n.” His voice was softer now, and it pissed you off. How on Earth were you supposed to be angry with him when he looked like that. And then the eyes? Ugh!

“It seems like you’re always babying me Sam! I can go out with who I want to.” He sighed, taking a step closer he held onto your hands, “I’m not babying you, again, I just want to keep you safe.” You pursed your lips before crossing your arms, “What’s wrong with Ben?”

He’s a vampire.

“Y/n, please.” He was pleading, but you didn’t care.

“No! I never get a clear answer from you. Why don’t you want me to go out with him?” Your voice quivered as you waited for his response. You noticed his jaw clench, you could tell he was keeping his answer under wraps.

Is it because you like me?

“I- I-,” The words wouldn’t form in his mouth and he couldn’t find a decent answer.

“Good one Sam. I’m leaving.”

He watched as you entered the elevator, guilty eyes unwilling to meet his. He sighed as his head hung low, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Sam had been invited to go out that night, he turned it down. Jess had let him know which club the two of you had gone to, and kept him updated on whereabouts. If you needed a ride and he was out, it would take him about thirty minutes to get to you from his party.

A lot can happen in thirty minutes.

His phone ringing drew him out of the light sleep that he’d fallen under, “Hello?” The sleep in his voice was evident to Jess, “Hey Sam. It’s Y/n time.” He scoffed at the term whilst chucking on a jacket and grabbing his keys, “I’ll be there in 10.”

You hadn’t wanted to see Sam, which was what you’d told Jess, repeatedly. Even if it was most definitely not true. Sam and Jess had successfully stuffed your unconscious self into your car, you’d had Jess pick you up after the argument.

He’d been carrying you to his bed when you’d stirred, “I’m sorry. F-for fighting with you. Ben’s a bitch.” Sam laughed at your crude language as he laid you down on the your side of the bed. You’d claimed it the second he’d invited you over to his new place. “Glad to hear it Y/n/‘.” Sam settled on his knees, removing your heels.

“Sweetheart?” Hair fell in front of your face as you turned to face him, “Mhm?” He moved it behind your ear, “You okay if I change you?” A half-assed thumbs up and a lopsided smile was all you could muster. He knew you wouldn’t mind anyways. You’d told him on multiple occasions that you’d murder him if he let you sleep in your makeup too.

“Could you ever be friends with me if I always had run down make up slobbered over me all the time?” You both sat in front of the TV, chowing down on pizza. “I thought that was your usual look?” The pillow you threw his way had begun a pillow war.

He removed your dress before picking out a shirt of yours and boxers. Since it was your favourite combo. Sam smiled at the notion of you practically swamped by his clothes. Using the makeup wipes you had stashed in the bathroom, he gently cleaned your face before settling in for the night. You quickly turned over to bury into the side of your personal furnace.

Sam’s eyes shot open at the sound, it was darker than before, later in the night. You being settled into his side checked off the possibility of you rattling around in the kitchen for a midnight snack. Quickly checking it out he was met with his brother Dean after a tussle.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Sam glared at Dean whilst trying to catch his breath, “Dean?” He laughed at Sam, “You scared the crap outta me!” Dean grinned, “That's 'cause you're out of practice.”

Whether he was offended or annoyed, Sam took the opportunity. He grabbed Dean’s hand and managed to turn him and they ended up on the floor.

Dean groaned, “Or not.” Dean tapped him twice where Sam was holding him. “Get off of me.” A small smile came across the youngest Winchester’s face as he rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Brushing himself off he straightened up, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”

Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shaking once, and letting go. Sam was understandably confused, “What the hell are you doing here?” The elder of the two relented, “Okay. All right. We gotta talk.”

“Uh, the phone?” Sam crossed his arms as Dean rolled his eyes, “If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

Fair point.

The murmurs and bumps were more than enough to wake you up. You made your way to the source before turning the light on. Cursing whatever Sam chose for you to wear, it was cold.

“Sammy?” Your voice was like honey to the two of them, Dean couldn’t help but look at you appreciatively whilst clocking onto the fact that you called him Sammy. The boxers, the bare legs and the cute tired look on your face.

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison to the sweet voice, “Y/n/n. Hey. Dean, this is my gir— friend. Uh, best friend. Y/n.” Sam cringed internally at his words.

Your face was painted in confusion as your brain finally processed his words, “Wait, your brother Dean?”

You smiled as Sam nodded, you’d always wanted to meet him. Dean grinned at you and moved closer.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.” You stuttered at the prospect of being Sam’s girlfriend. But you weren’t in the mood to deny it unless he did.

“I—, we aren’t— ,” By a glimpse you could see Sam’s eyes staring straight into Dean’s head, “Alright, why don’t you back up a little Dean?” Sam spoke as Dean laughed, “Just let me put something on.” As you turned to go a voice stops you.

“No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.” You smiled at him, “Nice to meet you too Dean.”

“No.” Sam goes over to Y/n and put his arm around her, “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her. She’s my best friend.” That’s how you two were, touch was never weird for you two. It’s why you were always mistaken for a couple.

Dean sighs, “Okay.” He turns to look at them both straight on, “Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam nodded along, “So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean ducked his head and looked back up at the couple in front of him.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam expression didn’t change as he nods along. Y/n glanced up at him with a frown, “You never told me your Dad still hunts.” Sam’s lips pressed into a tight smile, “Y/n/n, excuse us. We have to go outside.” You nodded at him, “Can I borrow you, really quickly?”

Dean nodded as Sam smiled, “Of course.” Sitting down on the bed as Sam sat next to you, “If your dad’s missing then are you going to go look for him?” He didn’t know yet, he didn’t even know the whole story yet. “It depends I guess. Where he last was and what Dean tells me.”

“But what about Monday?” Sam couldn’t help but smile, of course you were worried about things that weren’t yours. “I’ll be back in time, I swear Y/n/n.”

He glanced over at you, your hands were in your lap as you smiled, “I know you haven’t told me what your dad hunts. But, I’ve seen your old diary.” His eyes immediately widened, “Y/n—,”

“I believe it, don’t worry. How can I not? I’ve watched my fair share of horror films and Buffy. Plus, my mum always used to tell me to keep an open mind to everything.” Sam had to take a second to grasp everything that had tumbled out from between your lips, “Wait— you knew?”

Your giggles were prominent, until it blew out into a laugh attack, “You should see your face! Of course I knew!” His eyebrows twisted as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t— what?” You grabbed his hands and clutched onto to them, “Baby, come on. All the random facts you always have, that one time you kept talking about the inaccuracies about Vampires. And then today,”

Sam’s face looked as if it had been drained or color, “If this is about—,”

“You sent an article that morning about Vampires and how they should actually be beheaded. And then a random story about them getting close to people abnormally quick. Which is exactly what happened with Ben. I got mad at you because I couldn’t figure out why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

Sam sighed, “Well you can’t blame me for being cautious. And most people don’t handle the whole, ‘Ghosts are real’ bit that easily.”

“Well I’m not most people Sammy.”

“No, no you’re not. You’re better, you always have been Y/n.” The air in the room had apparently been drained, since you couldn’t breathe. Not with those gorgeous eyes staring down at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re not about to kiss me I give this interaction a minus 0 out of 10.” Sam scoffed, “So you’re rating me now?” You jokingly nodded as his hand was placed on your cheek before kissing you.

And God was it worth the wait.

As you pulled away you couldn’t believe you finally had him.

“100/10.”

“What an honour.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you kissed the tip of his nose, “Anything for something as cute as you.”

“Who, little old me?”

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Finally, Always, & Forever ~Dark!Miss Peregrine xFem Immortal!Reader

@athenodora-sulpicia-writer Request- Miss Peregrine; If you do can you write a one shot with the numbers, 2, 60 and 62 from your Mummy Masterlist all for a female reader/character? And if you write it about Miss Peregrine can you make it dark Miss P?

Hey @athenodora-sulpicia-writer !! Thanks for the request and your patience 😊 I had fun researching Miss P and now I’m happy to say that I can write for her! I got some inspiration from @valentineisrotting on this one 🙃 And I also found a Stela Cole song to go along with it! To me, Love Like Mine appeals to the dark and sacrificial nature of Miss P’s love in this plus the “I’m so good that I’ll make you wanna stay up” line😫 (and much more but that’s the main point). Hope you Enjoy 💋

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

#60. “You broke the rules…”

#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, little fluff, forbidden love (sort of but not really), kissing, eating out, fingering, punishment, overstimulation, gagging, mistress kink, praise kink, implied degrading kink, implied age gap (all legal), etc.

Enjoy (;

She’d told you to never visit. Not that she didn’t want you to… Hell, she longed for you to. No, because she was afraid they’d catch you.

See, you had what the scientists longed for… True Immortality. That was your peculiarity. You weren’t a simple child anymore, and if had gotten harder and harder to conceal with time. So out of preservation of both your lives, Alma had forbid you from coming to see her in her loops. It was letters only.

But once you’d heard of her loop nearly being damn near destroyed… You couldn’t help the urge to run into the arms of your lover to see if all was well.

You had heard from a friend that Miss Peregrine and her peculiar children had found a new home near New Zealand. So you travelled there and lo and behold, you found the rumored loop and house corresponding with it. You entered and walked through the front gate.

And next to the front door, talking to one of her children, stood the one and only, Alma Peregrine. You suddenly felt all childish again. You’d broken her only rule. But you didn’t care enough about that right now.

As you stood there from afar, mouth agape at your lover, Alma sensed something in the air had changed. You had started to walk up the front path to the house, when her gaze caught yours. A myriad of emotions washed over face.

Anger. Sadness. Pure joy. A little lust…?

As you walked up the house steps, Alma sent her child inside.

Before she could say anything, you began, “I know you told me… not to come… but…” you found yourself a stuttering mess, “but then I heard about you almost getting killed…?! And I just thought that I needed to know you were alright…”

Your gaze met hers as you hit your lips and blushed, unsure what she would do. Suddenly, it was like something broke inside the raven haired goddesses eyes. You gasped lightly as you were suddenly in her tight embrace.

“I was so worried for you…” she whispered.

Your eagerly returned her hug. Her lips peppering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Me? I was worried for you… Are you safe now…?” You whispered.

She nodded and pulled away slightly, growing more distant all of a sudden. Her gaze becoming darker.

“Love…?”

“Even though we’re safe now… You still broke the rules, my dear…”

Your breath hitched slightly. Light blush crept up your cheeks as you apprehensively nodded in recognition of your disobedience.

“I might do something I’ll regret…” She warily warned you.

Afterall, she hadn’t seen you in ages. And now she was getting a chance to lay hands on you once more. At her full Control. She wanted to check in with you first.

“I don’t care.” You whispered, “Use me. Fuck me. Edge me. I’m yours.”

At that, she smirked and nodded, her hand crept up your shoulder, as she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.

“Second floor, last door on the right…” she husked, “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts…”

Your breath hitched yet again.

“Yes mistress…” you whimpered, scurrying into the house and up the stairs.

You didn’t even register to explain your presence to her children, whom you passed along the way. Luckily, Alma had you covered on that front. As you stripped and dug around her closet for her signature black lace ties, Alma explained to her children a bit about you and your presence here.

When she came into her room, you were struggling in tying your second wrist to the bedposts. You’d already ties both your feet and your left wrist. The raven haired beauty chuckled lightly, and shutting the door, she came over to you.

“Let me help you, dear…” she purred, easily tying your wrist to the bedpost.

You and she both knew this was the nicest she was going to get tonight. After that, her tone and gaze went straight dark. The kind of darkness that made your thighs clench and your breath shallow… She then moved to the edge of the bed, taking in your entire form.

“You broke the rules…” she repeated, this time with an sharp edge to her tone.

You gulped.

“I did, mistress.” You whimpered, squirming under your restraints.

She hummed in satisfaction of your recognition.

“I haven’t touched you in ages…” she wickedly purred, licking her lips.

Even after all this time, it wasn’t hard to remember that she liked verbal answers…

“No, you haven’t, mistress…” you breathily whimpered.

“Safe words?”

“Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop, and three taps for stop if I can’t speak.”

The raven haired woman hummed in recognition and then began stripping in front of you without another word. You whimpered lightly at the sight of her body, adorning a jaw-dropping sleek, black lingerie set. Your little sounds did not go unnoticed by the other woman. She then climbed on the bed, crawling on top of you.

“You’ll have to be quiet. I won’t have the children hearing your leud sounds.” She warned, “I will gag you if you can’t keep those pretty lips closed.”

You nodded vigorously, pursing your lips together tightly.

~~~

You knew she would punish you for breaking her rules, but fuck…

Why did she have to be so fucking skilled at it…?!

Her tongue dipped into your precious cunt tasting the juices of yet another orgasm which she had pulled out of you. You were a shaking, stuttering mess, who was desperately trying to stay quiet. But your head fell back in pure bliss as her tongue slotted itself inside your core once more.

“Fuck yessssss…” you hissed, tugging on your restraints.

At this, Alma cocked her head up and removed her tongue fully from your heated center. You hit back the whimper which was bound to try and escape you. The raven haired goddess then got up without another word and grabbed your knickers, shoving them in your mouth and effectively gagging you.

~~~

The stamina of this woman, you couldn’t…

She’d been bringing you over the edge for hours, punishing you with the double edged sword of overstimulation. One particular lick to your sensitive and puffy clit, sent you spiraling and spasming. Your back arched and you screamed into your knickers in response.

“Yes, sweet girl, I know your mistresses tongue feels so good. But why are you crying, sweet thing…?” She taunted.

She wasn’t wrong… Your mascara was running down your face. All from the pure utter, overstimulating bliss the woman as bringing you.

“You asked for this when you decided to break the rules…” she wickedly purred, attaching her hot mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.

A desperate cry of painful pleasure left your throat.

“Is this too much for you…?” She taunted, attaching her mouth back quickly on your clit.

You nodded vigorously, pulling tightly against your ties, your body spasming at her touch. But she firmly held your thighs for her easy access.

“That’s odd… look at how your dripping on my tongue…” She chuckled wickedly.

You let out a particularly desperate whine, which was easily muffled by your make shift gag.

“But that’s ok, sweet thing…” She lustfully purred, “If you keep crying like that your mistress will let you cum in her mouth however many times you’d like…”

New tears of pleasure streamed down your face as she brought you to yet another climax, leaving your throat sore and your legs trembling.

“My pretty crybaby…” she cooed while cleaning you up only to go down on your dripping cunt once more.

~~~

Aftercare was a staple for Alma. So when she was done with you, she gently scooped your fragile form up and carried you to her bathtub. She ran the water and then promptly joined you, making sure to live on you and clean you up proper. Then, the two of you snuggled in the water for a while. You nuzzled into her form lovingly.

“Missed you so much…” you murmered into the crook of her neck.

“I missed you too…” Alma whispered, kissing your nose affectionately, “You don’t ever have to leave again, my Dear…”

“I’m yours. Always and Forever…” you murmured, drifting off into a light slumber in Alma’s arms.

~~~

[sometinybees]

Lil rant below b/c I'm low-key pissed about a zine situation 🙃

So I'm part of this zine I was SO damn excited to have gotten into, and I was doing spot art for a writer which is fun! I like doing stuff like that and in general I was just happy to be involved. Come to find my writer was like, heavily pregnant, when signing up and that made me a little confused b/c if you know you're going to be having that baby DURING the zine like.... You'll probably be too busy with you know? Birthing an infant and then taking care of them? But I was optimistic since everyone else seemed to be fine with it so I went along, but they basically have given no updates this whole time so I have been working from descriptions alone 🙃 that's fine, that's fine, I can work with this. Come to the 3rd check in and lo and behold! They drop out! With a month left in the zine!

Yeah I'm pissed. If I can even stay now, that basically gives me a month to make an art zine level piece (which I can do but goddamn I'll be crunching it) and that's IF I can even stay. I basically begged the mods to let me stay (politely) but what the fuck man 😫

[panzerprincess33]

I had received that one question about how I think Heini & Adi would react if someone barged in on them getting intimate, lo and behold I had a dream last night that i was sitting on Adi’s lap as he held me in private, it was his birthday celebration and we were leaning in close, he was just about to kiss me, then someone burst through the door and he got very angry 😭😭. There was more to that dream too though, earlier we were just sitting in each other‘s presence, just talking and being. I was so comforted 😫

[maybanksbabe]

JJ acting all super-depressed because his (semi-kooky) girl went on a summer vacation (for the whole summer) and when some random pogue mentions seeing her somewhere? Two weeks before she was due to get back? Oh my God, his heart is pummeling his ribcage as he goes all over the island to find her.

... Except, she's not anywhere. Not at the Wreck, not at the marina, not at her house, but her parents are, and they act like they don't see or hear him when he waves at them and asks where she is.

So, finally, he goes back to the Chateau in defeat. Slumps on the couch, plans to get blackout drunk... when he gets a text from his favorite lady.

Aren't the sunsets here so pretty? with a selfie attached of the sunset behind the Chateau, a grin on her pretty face and a hang ten sign in the lower corner of the picture.

He turns around. Lo and behold, his girl, standing there, waving at him the moment she sees the blue in his eyes.

And, don't tell anyone, but JJ might have cried when he saw her beautiful face for the first time in two months.

😫😫👌🏻 He'd be so relieved and excited to see you and he definitely cried. A lot

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAO REAL I can imagine him rolling off his futon and like steamrolling the rest of Team V at night

IM SO READY SHDHSHS your writing gives me life fr

Omg Yukimiya fic….thats true gotta balance out the tabieitaken distribution LOLL I feel like there’s many interesting routes you could go with…if you wanna brainstorm I’ll gladly dump my thoughts out HAHAHA

Oh my the poison dragon how could I forget (I’m NGL the multiple different outcomes of two element combos irked me like wdym I can get flower/poison or blue flame/cold fire???)

LMAOO I love the randomness of smash its so fun I lowk miss playing

Ok im just gonna smack my response to your response on the commentary here so you don’t have to go read separate asks LMAO

SHDHSHSH BRO THE MEET CUTE IM CRYING ok but when I read all the quotes from y/n with the emojis I’m imagine that like bang/boom sound from the vine soundboard LMAOOOOOO the “you have a stupid name” one is especially funny HAHAHAH

Bro the “I want you to belong to me” SOLD ME LIKE >>>>> I love it sm I love the flavor it brings *chefs kiss*

OOOOOOOOH I’m buckled in guys I’m so ready for ~10 chapters of gold (also LMAOAOA it’s funny imagine you ballpark 40k words and it ends up doubling like how fwtkac also doubled in length and ended with a 16k final I love it)

Also unrelated but I went back to read hollyhock 1 and then 2 again and in the process passed by your masterlist and decided to read seabird too and WOW (as we’ve discussed) I’m not really a Sae fan but the way you write him makes me wanna be one SHDVSHDH maybe you just sprinkle some sort of magic spice into all of your characterizations that’s by far one of the best versions of Sae I’ve seen written out there the constant “I beat you to paying” was so funny too!!! But yeah honestly I was like ykw it’s 11k words Mira must’ve cooked something again idc if I don’t like Sae we go and lo and behold you indeed cooked LMAOAOA

-Karasu anon

LMAOOO zantetsu and reo get absolutely flattened on the daily 😭 maybe that’s why reo was so insistent on scoring enough goals to get fancy beds 😩

I WILL TAKE YUKI THOUGHTS AT ANY MOMENT!! your requests have lead to greatness in the past so if you have any ideas for him i would not be opposed hehe…i agree there’s def a lot of diff ways to go with him!! truly a very versatile guy

i had to sell so many random dragons in the pursuit of getting like the really rare ones omg 😭 but yeah what they did to the poison dragon is a travesty it is SUCH a cute baby and such an ugly adult??

smash is so fun precisely because it’s so random…like what other game has bowser beating up steve from minecraft yk?? i miss playing as well all of my friends rn are mario kart players which don’t get me wrong mario kart is a blast but sometimes you just want to beat people’s little video game avatars up 😰

PLEASE OMG IT LITERALLY IS LIKE THAT like y/n saying everything completely straight faced like 😐 meanwhile karasu is like 😨😱😓 the whole time…she did not give bro a second to breathe 😫 POOR GUY SHE EVEN MADE FUN OF HIS NAME AS IF HE CHOSE THAT??? he’s lucky she didn’t say anything abt his hair fr

oh i was giggling writing that LMAOAOA…i feel too like it’s also a role reversal almost?? idk the power dynamics between them are so odd because they’re so nuanced based on their societal roles and whatnot and just when you think you have them figured out they throw another wrench in things 😩 but it adds sm more fun and flavor than just “big strong talented protective man and shy weak gentle helpless woman” imo!!

honestly i would not at all be surprised if this ends up being longer 😟 i think it just depends on how in depth i decide to go with the military stuff but honestly the plot i have planned spans several YEARS soooo expect to be in for a ride

OMG SEABIRD AHAHA that was like the first or second request i got for my event (and also ever) so i was really excited to write it even though lowkey i was like “sae 🙁⁉️” i got sooo carried away w it too (as you can tell by the 11k< word count KFJDJD) and it ended up being sm fun!! reader and sae’s relationship (as well as her little brother’s random cameos) was so silly summer cutesy so it rlly fit the vibe considering i wrote it in the end of may/beginning of june. ofc yk how i feel abt sae and the itoshi bros in general but i always try to set aside my biases when writing!! it’s my goal to write stories that you can enjoy regardless of the characters they’re for. and yes i really tried hard to characterize seabird sae as close to how i actually see his manga self!! i think his dry emotionless soccer-brained personality meshed really well w the reader’s which is probably a part of the charm he has in that story!! i’m glad you gave it a chance and ended up liking it though 💖

[audreyh002]

Help I got off the bus and stopped short because lo and behold this Saint is not quitting with me and I 😫

I’m like “Dear Miss Rita do you know what a WEEK I have had??!”

And she’s like 🤭 “Teehee. Look. D’ya see there’s Roses and Thorns??”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

There are SO many I'd like to recommend!! (And I'll very likely reblog some more!) But this fic by @thoughtslikeaminefield is one of the very first (if not THE first) fic I ever read on Tumblr. I loved EVERY word of it, and read it like 3 times in a row.

But then, because I was a complete newbie and had NO idea what I was doing on this site yet, I didn't "like" it or reblog it, so I lost it. I looked for it a few times, but I didn't remember the title or who'd written it. Back then I was literally just clicking random links and hoping they took me somewhere. I hadn't curated my dashboard or anything yet, and I had no idea what a filter was. So, everything was just a big smorgasbord, and I lost this incredible story! 😩

Over the last couple years, since I've come to LIVE on Tumblr, I've searched for it, made posts about it, asking if anyone knew where I could find it, but I didn't have enough info, I guess, cause I couldn't find it.

Then a few days ago MJ shared a few of her fic lists and I went on a scouting expedition through her Masterlist because I've loved a few of her fics now and I wanted more. I found a bunch that I loved (look for those reblogs with lots of feedback - they're coming very soon!)

But lo and behold - 📯📯📯 - I found the story I'd read so long ago and loved to pieces! It is INCREDIBLE!! Do yourself a big favour, Dean Girls (and everyone else honestly!) and read this sexy, sweet, sensual masterpiece!! You will not regret it!!

Crazy On You

Gonna gush about my favourite parts under the cut. 😊

K, I'm listing some of my favourite parts here, but when I say, I could literally copy down the whole fic as a "favourite part", I'm not kidding. 😍😍😍

You want this agonizingly beautiful, brash boy to sit pretty while you use his thick, hard body to work loose your frustrations and tensions from this crap day. And something tells you he’ll love every minute of being used.

Good. God. YES!!! I need this "therapy" every day!! 🥵🥵🥵

His hands are rough but his touch is so gentle and when he pushes his long middle finger inside you and twists, you moan and squeeze him harder in your hand.

Ugh! 🫠🫠🫠 Fuck. Rough hands and a gentle touch. If that doesn't epitomize Dean, I don't know what does!! 🥵🥵

You nod, as his licentious gaze and large hand on your belly pin you in place. “Yeah,” you breathe, reaching to cup his jaw. His eyes close when he nuzzles into your palm with something like a purr rumbling in his chest.

My bebe!! 😭😭 He wants to be loved so much. All he wants is tenderness, and he gets it so rarely. 😞

As he lightly clasps your hands in his and kisses the insides of your wrists, he returns your gaze. The shy boy is back and you are so thrown by his many faces and postures – all so delectable – all oddly attuned and seamless.

"Thrown by his many faces..." Yes, exactly!! It's what makes Dean such an incredible character, all the layers, and beautiful contradictions! 🥺

“Sure,” you answer bringing your knees up under your chin and wrapping yourself entirely in his scent. The jacket smells like him and his car, and you already miss him.

😫😫 I miss him too!! So much. This line broke my heart. They both deserve to be together for longer. Dean especially deserves so much more. 😞

This was absoute gold and I'm thrilled beyond belief that I've found it again, at last. I've read it more than a dozen times now, I'm sure, and loved every one of them. ❤️❤️❤️

Image courtesy of @scoundrels-in-love

Make a post recommending a fic you love from at least a year ago. Dust off the archives, dig through your AO3 history, and share those old fics with newer fans who might not have seen them - and the fans who’ve been around forever and might want to revisit an old fave.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

https://twitter.com/txt_members/status/1611998938080636930?s=21 cy have u seen this?..... these made me think about bunny play yj who got all flushed after crying from overstimulation 😫😫pls why is he so— THE AUDACITY HE HAS TO SAY ITS A PRESENT??? it's a goddamn torture i cannot do everything i think about to him😩

also, can i be the 💘 anon? i also sent an ask abt felix recently!!

absolutely you can<33

the flushed cheeks-the ears-the cute little cotton tail-they have me going feral😫😫

and calling it a PRESENT?!?!?!

no bc imagine you've been stressed with school/work/whatever lately and he could tell bc you've been acting more closed off, more tired

so one day he texts you saying he has a present for you back at home so you should hurry up and get back

get home and you can't find him, looking around in the living room, the kitchen, calling out his name before heading to the last place he could be, the bedroom,

and LO AND BEHOLD

he's sitting on the end of the bed wearing the cute little bunny ears and an oversized hoodie with nothing underneath, the little cotton tail just peeking out from under it

and he cutely tells you that this is your present, that you can take out all that stress that you have out on him

cute little bun is in for a night full of exactly that.

you take him right to the edge and stop as he cries out in anguish, telling him he can't cum until you say he can. edging him until he can't take it anymore and he breaks the rules and does it w/o permission😩😩

seeing the angry look on your face and quickly apologizing, but the damage has already been done. overstimulating him for the rest of the night until he's a pretty flushed crying mess<33

sorry i went a bit overboard😅

[tinyidle]

Imagine MinQi being on tour and calling their gf while shes masturbutating and like degrading her and stuff because they know how much shes affected by their voices- 😫😫

i made a fic just for this literally 20 minutes ago and was about to check how many words i wrote until lo! and behold, everything erases after i highlighted all the text. and i couldn't get it back from clicking the "undo" button. also it's 1 am and im way too irritated to start again so 😀 (nsfw; view's discretion, im too tired to put specific warnings so take it as you will)

anyway, what i put was basically minnie being in one side of your ear and yuqi being on the other side of your ear while your laying down, your hand on your vibrator on low, giving you dull pleasure. your other hand is buried in your cunt, as minnie instructed you to do so. with every word that comes from the honey-dripped voice of the thai, you soak more and more, and with the dirty degradative word form the deep-voiced chinese, you end up crying in pleasure as you end up soaking the sheets :)

that's just part one of their torture of you too. (i would explain the other parts, but as stated before, im kind of pissed that tumblr decided to delete my shit and not even have the gall as to give me a proper "undo" option to give me all my highlight bac. like tf)

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

What was your first reaction when stumbling upon yuga?

Honestly...

..Nothing special really. That I can remember anyway? I don't usually immediately fall for characters-they all take warming up to.

I'll fall hard for a character after a while, as I get to know them better. Or if someone says I'll like them, I disagree, and then lo and behold-

I remember that ALBW was my first zelda game that I beat and enjoyed enough to replay over and over, and that hyrule warriors helped with my obsession with him AND Ghirahim...

Also, my fixation on these two started some years ago, faded, and then came back as me and my husband played HW:DE again after some time. Haaaah...glad I met them both in their respective games and I'm glad Hyrule Warriors had them~ 😫👏

[goddamn-grammar-blog]

Ofeefee came out last night for around 3 hours until I put him back up, after a struggle in which he desperately tried to zoom back out and I tried to keep all however many feet of him inside. Cue him throwing a tantrum. I didn't think anything of it, until this morning. I always look at his enclosure first thing to evaluate the damage Hurricane Ofeefee wrecks in there at any given time. Lo and behold I see a piece of Ofeefee sticking out on his back shelf. I'm thinking WTH, he's a vampire and hates for any piece of himself being visible when his lights are on. He managed to wedge himself into a cork tunnel I had been meaning to take out and just never did (stupid 😫). 9 am and I pull it out, afraid he's dead or seriously hurt, and start trying to tear it apart with my hands because I couldn't think of what tool I could use to help that didn't run the possibility of hurting him further. I finally get to where I can see his face, pry a bit more, and can see through past his head to the other side. I was pretty sure he could get out now if he wanted to, so I spent the remainder of the time toting him outside to see if the change would get him to come out on his own. It did! But I made the mistake of passing the stump and snake package to my mom so I could make some tea, and when he realized a new person was actually holding him, he darted back inside. Took him back up to my room, and he eventually made his way out. He even voluntarily came over to me! And climbed over my lap! And Ofeefee never does that! I got to hold him for a good 20-30 minutes, and took him back outside where he voluntarily stayed on me as he explored! I am dead! It only takes a minor emergency for him to realize I am not that bad, apparently. I wonder how long that will last 😂😂😂😂

[fruti2flutie]

bad buddy ep5 reaction

before i go into Actual Content, i wanna say what makes me love this whole series is that the story flows effortlessly & it's structured so well!! i've heard it's based off a novel, so i'm wondering how true the live-action is to the source material since it feels so well-executed 🤔 the beginning exposition wasn't drawn out, and keeping the first few episodes mostly to pran's POV in terms of any time Feelings(TM) happened made the primarily pat-focused ep5 even more impactful!!!

ANYWAY EP5 OHHHHH BOYYYYY was i so EXCITED to EXPERIENCE pat inadvertently projecting his feelings for pran onto ink. i wasn't sure what we were getting after ep4 ended Like That (read: causing Immense Pain & Sadness) but when pa joined the party & suggested he ask her on a date to see if she likes him, too.... My Guy 🥲 obviously she doesn't feel for pat that way; she's just a very lovable character who has a lot of kindness in her heart 🥺💗 i adore ink SO MUCH for staying a good friend & literally just vibing (plus flirting with pa, let's be HONEST) on their date. it really goes to show that *insert girl as antagonistic love interest* isn't anyone's favorite trope.

allowing the oh moment to happen to pat amidst his date with ink was so SATISFYING 😫 pa's methods weren't working for ink, but when pat meets pran, lo-and-behold 🚨🚨🚨 pat's heart is racing!! he wants to keep pran's gaze!! he wants to know who pran is talking to!!! and it's also great because the audience never saw pran's oh moment!!! we've only ever seen pran pining quietly, only ever seen him celebrate small victories behind a closed door, but PAT??? IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MUSIC SHOP???? REALIZING "OH WHAT IS THIS FEELING" LIKE HIS SINGLE BRAIN CELL IS ALMOST ACTIVATED???

which makes it even more compelling that the scene on the rooftop happens after they fight -- not a pretend argument, not unknowingly flirting, not a one-sided tease. wai punches pat, pat punches back, and pran can't stop them. pat makes an offhanded comment, and pran can't diffuse the situation properly since wai is right there, and that's always the problem, isn't it? pran wants to handle it alone but he can't because architecture & engineering are always at odds, because his friends hate pat's friends, because his parents told him to be better than the boy next door, because he was born to be pat's rival.

pat & pran are angry. at each other. at themselves. at everyone around them.

and it all peaks on the rooftop. the tension, the frustration, the sadness. they can't be friends, and they don't want to be. they want to be something, but how could they? it's so bittersweet & beautiful, i just 😭💔

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

scenes/observations/misc things that got me hooked on anton

exhibit a: the first action we see him take is strangling a fucking cop with his handcuffs, I’M SOLD. the pure, unhinged satisfaction in his eyes and the exhale afterward. 😳😳

exhibit b: gas station scene with the coin and the way he talks to the clerk... chills

exhibit c: ooh that voice 😩🙏

exhibit d: 

PLEASE SIR PLEASE SIR PLEASE SIR HOLD ME LIKE THAT.... *ahem* ... sorry

exhibit e: he is so... meticulous. /posi

exhibit f: i mentioned it in my previous post but THAT WOUND CLEAN UP SCENE MADE ME DO FLIPS. was not expecting implied (definite) male nudity when i went into this but lo and behold this man has some damn nice thighs. like he started cutting off his pant leg and i mentally went OH?? 👀 him, sitting on the toilet, dressing his wound, me, oggling like the himbo i am, AS IT SHOULD BE. utterly drooling and yet they still somehow managed to make this scene feel straight. 😫

exhibit g: as soon as i saw him coming up behind carson i audibly cackled, get his ass. also, *points* hey look it’s tallahassee! the clear predatory-ness of anton in this scene. he’s got carson in a corner and he knows exactly what he’s gonna do with him. 💞

You know what Anton is. Anton is Michael Myers if he had a personality and human vulnerabilities. (As of course Anton gets in a car crash and it fucks him up way more than it would fuck up Michael AHAHVAHVH)