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littletrash1027 · 4 years ago

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A heavy sigh came from Arthur as he plopped onto the small couch, his head laid back onto the cushion. A long day of being in that workshop and getting some work done normally put him in a good mood, but recently all he felt afterwards is exhaustion. He didn’t know if it was because of his lost appendage or his recent emotional health becoming more prominent now. Maybe it was a mixture of both.

There was also a good amount of little sidetracks that caused him more stress and kept his mind running. Many people needed repairs for many tools and equipment, which kept Arthur busy, then there was money problems that Arthur had just recently learned about from his parents on the phone, AND apparently he had lost some notes and blueprints on a personal project, so he probably had to start all over on that. Working and dealing with all of these with just one arm only made it more frustrating. It felt like Arthur was never going to get out of that workshop and he knew he was on the verge of a breakdown. Thankfully, Lance, his uncle, decided to give him a break and drove him back home, which gave Arthur some time to relax on the drive. Probably the most frustrating part of it all was that he had wanted to get back to work, to help with the shop, however, today showed that he still needed more time to recover.

“How much longer do I freakin’ need to wait?? It’s already been over a month, but I’m still nothing but an emotional mess! The only thing I’ve done is cause stress and more problems for everyone...” Arthur thought, his brow furrowing. Although, he knew he couldn’t blame himself, especially with what happened. It didn’t make the thoughts and feelings less hurtful. Arthur lifted his head and his eyes drifted onto the old TV, which gave him an idea for something to do other than sit and think. He reached for the remote on the table next to him and began to search for a show he could just listen to. “Hey, what’s up, tinker!!” Vivi’s voice shouted out of knowwhere, as Arthur could feel hands cover his eyes and a loud screech yelped from him. Arthur whipped his head towards Vivi, her body leaning forward, laughing and giggling from his sudden reaction. His face scrunched up and he tried to push Vivi, yet she barely dodged his hand, still laughing. “VIVI?!!?! I swear to God, you are going to give me a heart attack one day!!” Arthur snapped, irritation and frustration resonating in his tone. “Sssorry! Was just a joke, man! Ha ha!” Vivi teased, her grin wide.

Arthur frowned and glared at Vivi, his head resting on his arm, to which Vivi cleared her throat and straightened herself.

“Okay, but, I do have something I reeeaally wanna show you! It’s something me and Lance worked on that I think you’ll really like!” Vivi beamed, holding her hand out for Arthur to grab. Arthur’s head lifted slightly, a little hesitant to accept, but grabbed Vivi’s hand anyway. Arthur was practically pulled off of the couch, not even given the chance to turn the TV off. He fumbled a bit, but then balanced himself and followed Vivi. Vivi led Arthur to where Lance was sitting, his arms crossed and relaxed, and near him was a long white box on the table. Arthur was slightly confused about the sudden gift, but brushed the question aside. Vivi let go of Arthur’s hand when he was right in front of the box and stood next to Lance, who had a small smile and was weirdly quiet today. Arthur brushed that thought as well, and curiously inspected the box. It was plain and had no tags or designs on it. Not wishing to waste any more time, he lifted off the top of the box, and his eyes widened. “Just a small gift for you, kiddo.” Lance spoke. Inside the box was a steely prosthetic arm, that shined brightly from the light. It had large metal bolts where the knuckles would be and two bolts on each side of the end of the forearm. Lastly, the arm rested on a red cushion, that looked to be from one of the decore pillows that was on the couch. A robotic prosthetic arm, just for Arthur. “It took us a while to make, mainly cause I’m not that big of a help when it comes to mechanics and such, but it was my idea!” Vivi chimed in, her elbow softly nudging Lance’s shoulder, to which he smirked in response. “You can upgrade and modify it to your heart’s content too. Might be best, cause we couldn’t really test it before the surpise.” Lance added.

Arthur was stunned, silent. He didn’t know how to react or what to even say. Emotions overwhelmed him and his eyes began to water, but it took a minute for him to blink, and tears streamed down his face. Arthur snapped out of his trance, then looked at Vivi and Lance, who were expectantly waiting for his thoughts. “I...I don’t know what to say,” Arthur sniffed, “Thanks, like...wow!” Arthur chuckled slightly, a smiling widening across his face. Arthur’s hand glided over the arm, feeling the cold metal and crazy smoothness to it. It was then that Arthur realized... “Wait...did you..did you two steal those blueprints I made for this?” Arthur asked. He just remembered that he wasn’t able to find his sketches and notes on a new arm for himself. He didn’t expect to get an answer to that so soon. “Ummmmm...maaaaaaybe?” Vivi said hesitantly. “I knew you were having a hard time with everything, so I thought we could take this over and give you one less thing to worry about, cause you were already stressed about EVERYTHING, and-” Vivi rambled, but stopped when Arthur hugged her tightly. “It’s-...it’s fine! Thank you guys so, so much!” Arthur laughed, tears pouring freely from his eyes. Arthur then quickly gave Lance a hug, giving him a few pats on the back before Arthur rushed back to the box. He picked it up and bolted towards a separate room. “I’ll put it on and see how it works, then I’ll see what else I can do with it and...” Arthur’s voice drained out as he went further away from the two. Both Vivi and Lance heaved a sigh. “Thanks for doing this for my boy, Vivi. He’s lucky to have a girl like you around.” Lance said. Vivi smiled, putting a hand to her cheek and flapped her other hand downward. “Aw, it’s nothing! I’m glad to help!” Vivi said. “If it’s alright with you, could I stay for a bit?” She asked, wanting to stick around in case Arthur needed her. Lance gave her a thumbs up, which was all the approval she needed. For the first time in a while, there looked to be some hope shining through. Everyone wished it to last, hoping that this would go a long way in this sea of tragedy.

My attention span has been all over the place and I’ve been dragged back into my past fixation, so sorry I haven’t posted! I know I don’t HAVE to, but I’ve started a thing, and I can’t leave it with missing possibilities. This one’s a bit more simple but I’m still proud! (Also those FINGERS ARE SO WEIRD HAHA)

(This is a continuation of a previous drawing I made with another short story along with it: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3)

#mystery skulls #msa #mystery skulls animated #arthur kingsmen #mystery skulls arthur #msa Arthur #vivi yukino #mystery skulls vivi #msa vivi #lance kingsmen #mystery skulls lance #msa lance #digital art #art #storytelling #short story

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kylosbrickhousebody · 3 years ago

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Silly question but do you have the same username on Twitter? I saw your response about Adam’s awards chances and tbh I think he could sit out this awards season. I know there’s a lot of hype among fans for House of Gucci but I don’t know if anyone is aware the writer-Roberto Bentivegna-is a newbie. I think fans should focus more on its critical reception instead of its box office. Let’s be honest: I don’t think anyone expected The Last Duel to get the kind of positive reception it got.

Yup that's me and yep I'm not sure if he's gonna get ANY nominations, honestly. I agree re: box office not being very important to Oscar noms, but tbh I didn't think he was Oscar level in TLD. It was great but, y'know. Jodie Comer is going to take TLD's acting nom and I do not think it was good enough to get 2 acting nominations. And anyone who thinks he's getting a Best Actor nod for Annette is living in fantasy land. Does he deserve it? Sure. It was one of his best performances to date for sure. Is that how the Oscars work? NO. I think Sparks will get a Best Original Song nod. MAAAAAAYBE Annette can pull nominations like best original screenplay, but that's if they're very very lucky. Annette is not an "Oscars" movie. And agree, I think HoG will be too commercial to vie for an Oscar. But then, Lady Gaga is very popular, so a nom could potentially come through (imma be honest with you, neither she nor Bradley were very impressive AS ACTORS in A Star Is Born and yet they both got acting noms.) So I think HoG is Adam's best bet at this stage. And frankly I think he would juuuuuuuust squeak in there. Almost a 0 percent chance of actually winning the Oscar this season. From what I hear, it's going to Denzel or Will. And Matt Damon will probably get a nod for Stillwater because the Academy likes that kind of shit. EDIT: The good news is, among the opinions of people he actually cares about, this year was amazing for him. Almodovar loved Annette, for instance. Guillermo del Toro loved The Last Duel. His career will be big time bolstered (as if it wasn’t already lol) by these movies. So, in the way that REALLY matters, he won. EDIT2: For the record, I do think he will get an Oscar... eventually. So much of winning an Oscar is luck. But I also don’t think he’ll Glenn Close it forever. He needs another turn like Marriage Story in a year that DOESN’T have a virtuoso-level performance like Joaquin Phoenix’s (alternatively, Adam can turn out that virtuoso performance, which he has come close to but imho not quite yet achieved.) It’ll need to be a somewhat “artistic” (aka probably not House of Gucci) movie that is nevertheless not mega arthouse (see also, Annette). Marriage Story balanced those things very well. It was really a shame that he truly just got very unlucky by having to compete about Joaquin’s Joker, which honestly... probably one of the most overwhelming Oscar wins of all time. It was just the clear choice. But that kind of performance DOES NOT happen every year. So either he needs a nomination in a less genius-tier year, or he needs to be the genius. Either is very possible, and I’m sure one of those things will happen... eventually.

#adam driver #lady gaga #house of gucci #a star is born #annette #the last duel #denzel washington #will smith #jodie comer

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prettybiching · 4 years ago

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hi!! first off, I love your writing 💕 second, could I request one with John King where there’s a significant age gap between him and the reader, and he maybe starts to feel a bit self conscious about it for whatever reason, but the reader reassures him and maaaaaaybe there’s a smutty makeup? we love a mix of angst and smut

Guys My Age

Pairing: John King x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mature scenes, angst, curse words, John is a dick, dirty talking, unprotected sex, angry sex, age gap and unnecessary Phil bashing :(

Word count: 4,000 words

Note: I hope this makes up for the delay. I love each and every one of you with my whole heart. Also, Phil is single in this fic.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you made your way through the CNN office. Along the way, you greeted all the people you'd come to know in your five-month-long relationship with the one and only John King.

"Hey, Y/N!" John's producer beamed at you, stepping aside to help you into the studio. "He's done any second now you can wait up for him inside."

"Thank you," you smiled, flashing your teeth before sitting down on your usual spot; just behind the main camera crew.

The two of you had busy schedules, making it difficult for you to coordinate dates. However, a weekly lunch date was a must in your books, so here you were, out early from your firm to meet John before heading out for lunch.

You sat behind the crew, making sure to keep quiet as to not disturb them in their job. An involuntary smile tucked on your lips at the sight of John. He looked dashing---as usual, and your eyes wandered to his furrowed brows, his concentrated stare into the camera. Each small detail of him made your heart flutter. You were whipped.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. You were met with Phil Mattingly's face smiling down on you. "Phil!" you greeted, jumping from your chair to hug him.

"Easy there, tiger," he chuckled against you, holding you down to steady you. Pulling back, you punched his shoulder, your brows furrowed as you scolded him.

"I haven't heard from you in weeks!"

"I've been busy," he defended, crossing his arms over his chest.

Over the past few months, Phil had become one of your closest friends, perhaps because he's closer to your age or that the two of you share the same sense of humour.

“Anyways," he changed the topic before you could drag him. "What's up with you? How are you and John?" his face held a cheeky smile as you diverted your eyes in embarrassment, your cheeks getting warm.

"Oh my god," Phil let out a laugh. "Are-are you flustered?" His roar grew louder, although being mindful of the rolling cameras. A few passersby eyed him and his frantic state warily.

"No!" you shrieked with berserk eyes, hitting his arm again to quieten him.

"Oh no, no, no," he shook his head, attempting to dial down his laugh. "The Y/N L/N is flustered!" he affirmed, holding onto his belly as he tried to regain his breathing.

You scoffed, planting one of your hands on your hip. "First of all, you look insane right now," you squinted your eyes at Phil. "Secondly, I didn't even say anything you just assumed shit."

"And you're supposed to be the lawyer between the two of us?" he asked, not convinced by your half-hearted argument.

"I will prove you guilty for crimes you didn't even commit," you deadpanned, your tone leaving no place for an argument.

"You know it's okay to admit things are going great between you and John," he began, sincerity taking over his voice, "and that you know, you are whipped."

"It's too early!" you exclaimed.

The truth is, you were indeed head over heels, perhaps in love with him. However, there was no way you were going to admit it out loud. The two of you had been going out for only five months, and you weren't about to say those three words without having had a proper discussion about your future with John.

"You can--"

Before Phil can complete his sentence, a hand snakes around your waist snatching your attention. You tilt your head, a squeal almost escaping your throat as you beam at your boyfriend. "Hey, you!"

"Good to see you're not bored," he murmurs, planting a delicate kiss on your lips. Your hands fall on his chest, running your fingers across the lapel of his jacket, a content sigh leaving your lips, delighted to feel him underneath you.

"Never," you giggled, ignoring the teasing smile on Phil's face from the corner of your eyes.

Phil cleared his throat, making you both snap your head towards him, "Well, it was good seeing you two lovebirds, I'm going to head out now."

"Bye, Phil!" you waved him goodbye before turning your attention back towards John.

"Shall we?" he asked, removing his hand from your waist and extending it towards you.

"We shall," you grinned, interlocking your arm with his.

-----

The two of you found yourselves at a quaint little cafe down by the CNN office. You, in a silk royal blue button-up, a pencil skirt and stilettos, and John, in his navy blue suit, stood out amongst the other customers.

"So, Josh wants me on this case even though I already told him that it would be much better if---" You stopped, noticing the absent look plastered on John's face. He was distracted throughout the whole lunch, but you didn't want to seem pushy, so you waited for him to bring it up. However, he never did.

"John?" you called out, nudging his arm on the table. He hummed, snapping his eyes towards you, weakly attempting to smile at you.

"You okay?" you asked, your voice laced with concern, a frown etched on your face. John's eyes met yours as he pursed his lips, seemingly contemplating his answer.

He cleared his throat, "Um, actually I'm not feeling well, I think we should head out early." He avoids your gaze as he spoke, making your heart clench. He was lying, you could tell. Stupified, you nod.

"Yes, of course," you nod frantically, at a loss of words. You try to disguise the hurt. It was perhaps going to be the last time the two of you would see each other for weeks. You had a flight to catch to Chicago tomorrow.

"Will you be okay?" you asked, watching his expression, "maybe you should take the rest of the day off--"

"No, it's okay," he shook his head, brushing you off. "I'll manage."

You wanted to leave it at that, taken aback by his sudden dismissive demeanour. He seemed fine back at the office. However, now it seemed to be some other case.

"C-can I come over tonight?" you ask meekly as the two of you gathered your belongings, John asking for the cheque. "Because we won't see each other after tonight."

You hated how weak and desperate you sounded in front of him. It was so unlike you. Goodness, what has he turned you into?

"Uh," he pauses at his words, putting on his suit jacket as you waited for an answer. "I think it'd be better if I just spend tonight alone, I don't want you to get sick or anything," he reasoned.

You nodded a blank look on your face, "Uh-huh."

"Yeah, you're right."

He almost didn't even notice the robotic tone of your voice.

"You know what?" you smacked your lips as you two walked out of the cafe. "I just remembered, I have this thing I've got to do before I head back, so why don't you go on ahead, I'll just Uber."

John stopped at his feet, opening his mouth to object, but you were already on your phone, ordering a ride. You missed the torn look on his face, nearly mirroring yours.

"I guess we will see each other later then," he stated, shoving his hands inside the pant pockets, watching as you continued to stare at your phone's screen.

"Yes, later," you clarified, announcing that your ride was here.

You were about to walk towards the car when you called out his name again.

"Next time, you don't have to lie to me."

With that, you turned your back, not giving him another glance.

No kiss, no hug, just gone.

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John was aware he had fucked up--big time. If he only he hadn't let the thoughts of jealousy consume his mind at the sight of Phil and you together. As much as he tried to push them away, they always came back to haunt him, making him insecure more and more.

You were gorgeous, charming, and any man would be lucky to have you. Moreover, you were significantly younger than him. In his mind, you were deserving of someone far younger than him--someone like Phil. He knew the two of you got along well, and he couldn't help but let his mind poison him, making him push you away.

He groaned, leaning his head against the headrest of his chair. He could feel a headache approaching. He had to fix this before it was too late. You would be gone tomorrow, and he might just lose you.

He'd been avoiding the discussion about your age-gap, but he knew he'd have to face it sooner rather than later.

John made his way to your apartment with a bouquet of orchids and Thai food, knowing that the frail possibility of dissolving your anger could only be done through food.

He rang the doorbell for your apartment, a silent prayer on his lips that you don't shut the door on his face. He could hear your hurried footsteps from inside the apartment and a faint 'coming' before you opened the door, your hand freezing on the doorframe as soon as he came in sight.

"Hi?" John began with an arched brow, an apologetic smile on his face. You were still wearing the same clothes from earlier except now your hair was tied in a ponytail and your feet bare of the heels that you often hated to wear.

You didn't speak, your hip coming to rest against the doorframe while your eyes studied him, up and down. "I thought you were sick," you finally spoke, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Well..." he sighed, "I was being a dick."

That's the only shortened explanation he could give on your doorstep, and you don't skip a beat on agreeing with him.

"That's an understatement," you lift your hip off of the doorframe, stepping aside to let him in. He's surprised you didn't ask any more questions.

"Also," he starts, stepping into your place, making you turn around. "For you," he extends the bouquet and the food towards you, and predictably you roll your eyes at him before taking the food first.

"You sure do learn your lesson," you state, placing both the items on the table. Earlier, you had been upset and angry, seething even, but as the hours passed you realised there wasn't anything particular for you to be mad about. You didn't even know the reason behind your silent spat.

"Y/N," he calls out, reaching out for her hands. He waited for you to react---perhaps pull away from his touch, but it never came. So, with a sigh, he began his apology.

"I'm sorry for acting the way I did during lunch, I understand it must've made you feel neglected and I---"

"John," you interjected, tucking on this hands, making him look up from your intertwined hold.

"I don't care about that," you stated with a weak smile, one that did not reach your eyes. "I just want to know what was bothering you."

You didn't care for an apology that would make no sense to you, you also had no time for that. "I don't like being kept in the dark, especially if it concerns me or our relationship," you added pointedly.

"The truth is, I was jealous."

You blink at him, once and twice, trying to make sense of him. Jealous? Now, where the hell did that come from?

'What?" you scrunched up your face in utter confusion, waiting for him to continue. "You were literally fine in the office--Oh."

That's when it hit you. Phil, oh my god he was jealous of Phil!

He opened his mouth, trying to explain himself. However, you can't help the laugh escaping your throat as you begin to topple over in laughter, letting go of his hands to clutch your belly.

"Y/N," he calls out dryly. It was important for the two of you to have this conversation, and it wasn't possible if you were almost about to hit the floor, laughing.

"Sorry," you cough out, covering your mouth with your palm. "I'm sorry, you got jealous of Phil?!" As the word leave your mouth, you begin laughing again, this time far more controlled.

"Sweetie--" you wrap your arms around his shoulders as John purses his lips, staring at you with an unamused expression.

"No, we need to talk," he interjects, and you can't find it in yourself to continue with your circus. You shake your head violently, clearing your throat before you looked up at him with earnest eyes.

"Shoot."

"There is a huge age gap between the two of us," he begins.

"---which I'm fine with, you know that," you interject, pouting. It was something you had clarified weeks into your relationship. You didn't care that John was so much older than you, he made you realise you preferred them--him over guys your age.

"Yes, of course, I know that, but I still can't help but wonder how much easier your life would be if you were with someone more like Phil, someone you connect with more," you know his concern is sincere, the little frown on his face making you want to run your finger along the deepened lines.

"I don't want someone like Phil," your friend's name making you roll your eyes, "I want you." You jabbed a finger into his chest, staring up at his aquamarine blue eyes with adoration and a hint of transgression.

"Y/N, my darling, I just don't want you to regret this later on," he brings one of his hands to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing over your cheekbones as his eyes gleam with a delicacy you'd never seen in him before.

It almost looked like he was afraid of losing you. Almost.

You knew that the two of you were having a moment. However, your brilliant mind couldn't help but divert this situation and speak out what you said next.

"Are you afraid Phil could fuck me better than you?"

John’s eyes widened as he tilted his head back in shock. “OH,” he said. “That’s what you think this is?”

You could back away from this, but you knew you wanted to see what this jealous sight of him would bring out. 'Oh yeah," you shrugged.

John stepped closer to you, towering over you. You stumbled backwards until you were against the door of your bedroom. Now, how the hell did you get here? He pressed himself against you completely, trapping you there. He leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. “I’m going to prove to you just how good I can fuck you,” he whispered lowly.

You gasped quietly. “I’d like to see you try.”

John slammed his lips against yours, his weight pressed against you, and it felt like he was trying to devour you. He had his forearms pressed against the door on either side of your head while you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him as close as you could get him. He used one hand to cup your face, giving him more leverage.

You pushed him backwards, giving you the ability to move away from the door. He grabbed you close, turning you and moving you through the door to your bedroom. He slammed the door loudly, causing you to shiver with excitement.

John grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head. You fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, silently thankful that he had taken his jacket off earlier, eventually slipping it off his shoulders. He broke away to pull his own pants down, kicking them off along with his shoes. You did the same, leaving you in just bra and panties. He pushed you back into a wall, attacking your neck with his mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair, tugging at the grey strands lightly. He sucked at the spot just under your jaw, which he knew you loved, causing you to moan quietly.

“What?” John growled, causing you to shiver. “Are you enjoying this?”

“Mm-mm,” you hummed in defiance.

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe I’m not doing enough.” He ground his hips against yours, and you could already feel his erection through two layers of clothing. You raked your fingernails down his back, whining at the friction.

You tugged at the elastic of his boxers. “Off,” you said simply. “I want these off.”

He grabbed both of your hands, pinning them to the wall above your head. “So eager,” He moved his lips up to yours, silencing any reply you had.

He expertly used one hand to unclip your bra, letting your arms go so he could slip the straps off of your shoulders. The bra fell to the floor at your feet as he pinned your arms to the wall again. His free hand took hold of one of your breasts, rubbing his thumb in circles on your nipple. You moaned into his mouth, biting his lower lip gently. He chuckled as he gave the breast a squeeze, causing your knees to buckle slightly. You felt him smirk with satisfaction.

“W-whatever you wanna do,” you stuttered, “just do it already, y-you coward.”

“Funny.” He hooked a bit of your underwear with his finger, snapping it back against your hip. “You just said another man could perhaps fuck you better, and now you’re practically begging for me.”

You let out a hot breath. “I-I’m not begging. And you have yet to show me any proof that you’re superior.”

His eyes darkened. “Okay.” He let go of your arms, using both hands to pull his boxers down. His member sprang free, already leaking precum and exciting you even more. You took your panties in your hands, pushing them down your legs until they lay on the floor. You stepped out of them and kicked them to the side; you’d deal with all the clothes later.

John reached down, teasing your entrance with his finger. He slowly slid it inside, causing you to gasp loudly. He slid another digit in and started pumping them in and out. You grabbed onto his shoulder, trying not to make too much noise. One, because your neighbours complained the last time you had sex too loud, and two because you wanted to rail him up as much as you could. You were loving this side of him. You dug your fingernails into his skin, no doubt leaving several crescent-shaped marks.

“I’ll make you scream,” he said huskily. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.” He curled his fingers, making you throw your head back and bite your lip hard enough to almost draw blood. “You really think a boy could fuck you better?"

You let out a shaky breath as he continued to finger you, eventually adding another digit while your head still lay against the wall. “Ah, shut the fuck up.”

John pressed his mouth to your collarbone, giving the area an open-mouthed kiss. You dug both of your hands into his hair, breathing heavily to avoid making any noise. He slowly moved his mouth down until he reached your breasts, nipping at the skin and leaving a trail of little purple marks.

You grabbed his face in both of your hands, pulling his lips into yours. The sudden movement caused him to remove his fingers, making you slam your legs together at the sudden empty feeling. He grabbed your hips, wiping the fluid from his fingers off onto your skin. He pulled you closer, and you could feel his heart going a mile a minute. He dragged you off the wall, pulling you down to the floor with him. He hovered over you, using his arms to support him.

John positioned himself, so his member was aligned with your entrance. He gave you a look as if asking for permission.

“Get on with it, pretty boy,” you whispered, moving your face to his ear. “I want to see what all this hype is about…”

His pupils dilated at your words.“Darling, you asked for this,” he growled. He slowly buried himself inside you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before beginning to thrust, snapping his hips forwards. You wrapped your legs around his middle, giving him a new angle that sent immense pleasure throughout your body. The scratchy carpet against your back was a very different feeling than when you had sex on the bed, but you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly hot; you could learn to enjoy this.

You dug your heels into John’s back while digging your fingers into the carpet. He kept hitting your sweet spot deep inside you, and you figured you wouldn’t last long, especially not with the foreplay that just took place. You pressed your lips into a line, still determined not to make any noise.

John went back to your neck, sucking on the soft skin just below your ear. You threw your head back, biting your swollen lower lip.

He smirked, noticing your action. “So, you’re really trying to be quiet?” He rotated his hips roughly, making you let out a tiny whimper.

“Yeah…” you choked out. “And I’m doing a great job, aren’t I?”

He caught your lips with his, beginning to thrust again. “Not for much longer.” He forced his tongue into your mouth, fighting with yours. “You dirty girl.”

You clenched around him. He knew you liked the dirty talk, and he was going to use it to his advantage. “J-John…” you whined.

“What?” he grunted. “You like having my dick inside you? You like it when I fuck you? C’mon princess, tell me how good it feels.”

You loved every single word coming out of his mouth, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You leaned up and put your forehead against his, pressing your lips together tightly.

“C’mon baby girl, say it.” With every word, you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. “Tell me, who fucks you the best?”

He hit your g-spot repeatedly, causing you to let out a quiet moan. “Y-You do,” you whispered.

“What’s that?” He took one of your breasts in his hand, fondling it roughly. “Who makes you feel good?”

You grabbed onto his shoulders with both hands, letting a few strained noises out. “You do.”

“Say it louder.” His thrusts continued at a desperate pace. “I wanna hear my name from that pretty mouth.”

“You do, John,” you squeaked. “You make me feel so good.”

“Louder,” he groaned.

You moaned his name, feeling like any small thing could send you to your orgasm.

“Louder!” he shouted.

You screamed, digging your nails into his skin as you felt the waves of pleasure roll through you. You tightened around him, so much so that he came only a few seconds after you, emitting a dirty string of words. You let out an almost pornographic moan at the feeling of his warm seed on your walls. All the pent out noise came out in about thirty seconds, causing John to smirk in satisfaction; mission accomplished.

He pulled out, watching the combined cum falling out of you and staining the carpet. He stood up and made his way into the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth. Kneeling down next to you, he ran the washcloth between your legs, cleaning up all the fluid that rested there.

You sat up, grabbing his face and pulling him into a short, sweet kiss. “I’m sorry for saying that,” you whispered, running a thumb across his lower lip.

He wrapped you up in a tight hug. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you earlier.” He chuckled. “At least we both had fun.”

You smiled, contemplating whether you should confess or not. Ah, fuck it, you thought.

"I love you, John."

John kissed the top of your head, reciprocating your smile, “I love you more.”

#john king fanfiction #john king imagine #john king x reader #john king #inside politics #cnn anchors #cnn anchor smut #fanfiction #smut

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years ago

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Hunter meeting Hunter

A Xaviera Lah-Mo and Andrei Kulokova Story Chapter 1

Authors Note: Do I hear OC x OC bells? Maaaaaaybe~ This is a story starting my OC Xaviera with @the-slasher-files‘s OC Andrei and how they meet and all the adventure and of course....murder, because they are killers. Many thanks to @the-slasher-files because this story couldn’t have been made without her help.

Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to me

Andrei Kulokova belongs to @the-slasher-files

Warning: The following story below contains murder and death, because our killers love it.

Words: 2.0k

Winter in Himalaya was definitely cruel and oh so very cold, below freezing, everything was covered in pure white, the snow that if you weren't equipped adequately, would freeze your extremities like feet and hands.

That wasn't a problem for Xaviera since it wasn't her first time in Himalaya. For her, it felt like visiting her grandparents, who sadly died a long time ago. Her icy blue eyes took in the scenery; the quietness, the tranquility, she felt like she was home, but right now she didn't have time for basking in what Mother Nature had to offer, because the snow-white haired woman had a mission and just like an Apex predator, she was set to fill it to the end perfectly.

She was currently laid on her front on a low ridge, camouflaged in the snow, like Snow Leopard, her eyes trained on a small group of three poachers. This wasn't her principal mission for why she came to Himalaya, but when life gives you a chance at hunting to balance the ecosystem, you take it and that's what she does.

They are marching through the snow in the clearing of the forest, her eye looking at them from the telescope of her sniper rifle, her finger hovering on the trigger, waiting like an animal in hunting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

She was just going to do that, but she felt like something was off, like someone else was there; a feeling she got after years of observing animals. Her blue eyes left the poachers only to see something moving behind the trees.

A man.

Her lips were pulled into a thin line; that she didn't expect. Was he with them? What was he planning?

Before she could ask herself any more questions, the sound of a gun shooting meets her ears. The man just shot one of the poachers, not deadly, but enough to make said wounded man yell in pain.

Fuck, that didn't happen before and her first instinct told her to take care of the poachers; that was her job and she just did that. It only took one minute to fatally wound them, seeing their bodies drop on the snow, white turning scarlet.

Her gaze averted from the killed poachers to the man, only for him to be gone. Xaviera gulped down, still hiding in place, blue eyes scanning the area for any movement, not daring to move an inch from her hiding spot.

Where had he gone? She tried to peak her ears up for sounds that might give away his location, but nothing.

Another instinct followed, screaming at her to run the hell out of there and she quickly did that, strapping her sniper rifle on her back and getting off from the cold blanket of snow, marching off the ridge, only when she reached the bottom, she saw a silouethe from the corner of her eyes.

It was him, he was standing there on the entry of the forest that surrounded them.

It was like two animals coming face to face, neither of them moving an inch, waiting for the other to make the first move, which the man did. He just stared at her, like a predator that saw potential prey, and then he took off into a sprint in her direction.

This was bad. Xaviera had no combat skills what so ever and she knew she was no match for the tall and imposing stranger, who looked around 6'5 or so. She was only 5'4 for Christ Sake.

She did the first thing that came to mind; running, taking off into the opposite direction, straight up into the dense snowy forest. She wasn't one for brute strength, but she made it up with being an agile and fast runner, but just like the cheetah that was for small distances because she quickly lost speed.

She remembered the dart bows with venom in the pocket of her winter jacket. She may not pack deadly muscles, but she sure packs a sneaky and venomous attitude under the thick winter clothing.

She brakes to a halt and looks straight into the eyes of the man, who was just a few feet away from her, coming to a stop too, looking skeptical at her. Her hand was ready to throw the darts at him, aiming for the neck.

"One more step and you're dead. I don't suppose you would want a dose of Russell's Viper venom into your bloodstream. Even if you survive the venom, the effects are life-long term." she threatened him, getting into a defensive pose.

He looked like one of these big gray wolves that are really to pounce into the kill and that's what he did, dodging her venomous darts with precision, her blue eyes meet his own, and pain shot through her back as her rifle dug into her back.

He pinned her on one of the trees, both her hands in one of his so much bigger ones. She couldn't even move her hands an inch, that's how much power this man exhumed, and by the feeling of his grip, she knew he could break her wrists in a matter of seconds.

He had light brown hair in a faux hawk hairstyle and his eyes resembled hers a little in color, that icy blue. He also had scars, one on his right cheek, the other going from his forehead down to his left cheek, and another on the bottom of his jaw. What really caught her attention were his sharp K9s.....resembling so much of a wolf.

She looked up at him with eyes that would resemble a fierce cat, her lips pulled into a snarl, just like a cornered animal, hissing at him to let her go. His free hand moved slowly to her cheek, stroking the soft, cold skin with his rough one.

"Easy little mouse, easy...." he cooed, making alarm bells ring in her head, trembling like an animal that was ready to strike and she was ready to smash his precious jewels with her knee, only for a loud sound to pull on both their attention.

Xaviera's eyes widened as she saw the avalanche coming and they were done for, she blacked out as the snow-covered them. When she did woke up, she panicked and trashed, digging up to get out of the snow and breath, adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.

When her head peaked up from the snow, she took a deep breath, surprised even herself that she managed to survive this. Her eyes looked around and noticed one hand peeking up from the snow.

She stumbled on shaky legs there, digging the man from under the snow. One shaky hand checked his pulse; still alive, but unconscious and as she looked over his body she noticed that he had a deep gash on his biceps and his ankle was twisted.

'Just let him die and get back to the cottage.' That's what she first thought, but she also felt a sense of pity wash over her.

'Why help him? He was probably going to slice and dice you on the spot there.' She debated what to do.

He resembled so much more than a human, almost like he was at a moment a wounded wolf that she spotted in the snow. She groaned, her soft spot getting to her.

Finally deciding, she tried to put one of his arms over her shoulder to balance his weight, which wasn't an easy deal, because he was tall and very heavy and she was like a shrimp compared to him.

Her eyes took in the sky, signaling her that night was close and it was going to snow.

To say the least that the marching to her cottage was a challenge would have been an easy saying, it drowned all her energy, but her hope sparked up when she saw her salvation.

She got him inside and with her last effort, she dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. All she wanted was to sleep and recharge herself, but that was a luxury she couldn't afford at the moment. She needed to start the fire to heat up the cottage, treat his wounds, and hers; the ice really felt like blades.

Going downstairs, she put the logs inside the fireplace, lightening it up, rubbing her hands together, absorbing the heat the flames provided. Going back upstairs with a medical kit, she looked over his wounds; more urgent than hers, so she started to work, making sure to disinfect everything, especially the deep gash on his biceps, then stitching him up, her eyes looking over his naked torso, big scars littering it; from battles, assaults?

Just who was this man?

Finishing with him, she started to treat herself, hissing as she picked up tiny rocks and ice from her scratches on her forearms; she was absurdly lucky that she got off so easy from this disaster.

While she had patched him up, she got all his weapons off him; no way was she going to leave all the arsenal on him to kill her when he wakes up. She set all his weapons downstairs neatly, putting his big winter jacket and boots to dry off.

She was so hungry, but the need for sleep called louder, so she sat down on the fluffy blanket in front of the fireplace, letting her eyes close and bask in the flames, simple luxury in these mountains most couldn't afford.

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When she woke up the first thing that she did was go outside and provided more wood for the fire, then she started to make breakfast, considering that it was daytime. She must have slept all night.

She prepared stew in the cauldron above the fireplace, the only source to cook, but it was better than eating cold stew directly from the can. It's a good thing she prepared herself for times like this, stashing up food for two months for this trip. She also made hot tea for her and the man upstairs.

It would take one hour for the delicious food to be finished, so she decided to check on her guest. Entering the bedroom, he was awake, her eyes taking in his sharp ones, still predatory, but not like back there in the forest. She walked to set the cup of warm tea on the nightstand.

On both fell a dead silence, until he decided to break it.

"Why did you save me?" he asked, voice deep and raspy, Russian accent very prominent.

Well, that was a first. No 'who are you?' or something cliche like that.

"Would you have preferred I let you die under the ice-cold snow and bleed to death?" she asked, a tiny drop of sarcasm lacing her voice, her voice calm, not fazed by his hard-cold gaze. She had seen far worse; she patched up, bears, wolves, lions, and tigers.

He was a little baffled, in a strangely good way.

"That still doesn't answer my question." he grumbled and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you a poacher?" she asked with her arms crossed over her chest.

He sat up in bed, his lips pulled into a dark smile, a glimpse of his K9's.

"A poacher of sorts...you can say dat." he replied, making her suspicious.

"If you touch any animal I'm gonna skin your scalp off." she told him, with no hesitation in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the cup of tea from the nightstand she got for him.

"My hunting is different, little one....Humans are the real monsters. I think that we can agree." he explains, making her curious; well that assured her, plus it was new to hear such words from someone.

"Food is almost ready. I will bring the tray upstairs, since your ankle is twisted I don't want you stumbling down the stairs and twist your neck too." she said, leaving him be and going downstairs.

The food was almost ready, just five more minutes or so. Her eyes averted on the table full of maps, compasses, and files.

She still needed to finish her mission, but as she tried to find a frequency on the radio station for the weather, she knew this will have to wait; it was going to be a blizzard for the following days.

That could wait, at the moment her problem was the mysterious man upstairs.

She sighed.

'What had she just got herself into?'

#Xaviera Lah-Mo #Andrei Kulokova #slasher oc #original characters #Andrei x Xaviera?#We shall see in future chapters #Killer OCs

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russianredassassin · 5 years ago

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Helena Bertinelli x Female Reader - And who are you?

This was requested by Anonymous:

I hope the person who requested this enjoys it and is happy with how it turned it and everyone else who reads it to

A/N: A little thing, sorry if Dinah, Cassandra and Renee don’t speak much in this, but I’ll lean how to properly write for them. Also I didn't know how to properly end it.

Warnings: Is a little bit NSFW and a few swear words

Word Count: 1100

It was rare that you would get a day where you could just laze about and nothing with Helena, not that she didn't loved you. Quite the contrary in fact, it’s just that she has a job to do as Huntress. A job that never ends. Fighting the criminals of Gotham to keep everyone safe. But today was a lucky day as Helena had just finished taking down major Mob Boss the Penguin with the Birds of Prey last night and is currently still in bed. Seeing her in bed, face down in the her pillow spread out like a starfish but with an arm around your waist. The same position as she always fell into when she got home after a night on patrol. But after a tough time recently of fighting you decided to give Helena a treat of breakfast in bed. So you carefully got out of Helena’s arm and crept over her sleeping form and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

About couple of hours later, you finished her breakfast and are putting everything on a tray when a voice calls out to you from behind.

“Y/N?” Helena said halfway through a yawn and wiping sleep from her eyes “What...what time is it?”

“Oh, hey Helena...” You said, quickly moving to hide the breakfast “Good afternoon, it’s about 12:50″

“Are you making breakfast?” Helena said pointing to you

“Maaaaaaybe” you said trying to sound inconspicuous meanwhile Helena just eyed you with suspicion” Ok, it’s breakfast, well, a very late breakfast, I made it because you were busy the past few weeks and I wanted to do something nice and surprise you with breakfast in bed” you side stepped and the breakfast tray came into view. Helena just stared at you, looking in a daze

“You...you didn't need to do that Y/N?” She said, a small smile of pure adoration appearing on her face

“I know, I know but I wanted to” You said, smiling back at Helena who was now walking slowly towards you. With that exact same look of adoration on her face. Then she put her hand on your cheek, gazing into your eyes while doing it.

“Can I kiss you?” Helena said

“Sure” You said, a bit lost for words. But non of that mattered when she closed the distance between the two of you and layered he lips on yours. The force of the kiss made you stumble a little but you put a hand on the counter to steady yourself,

“Are you ok?” Helena said quickly removing her lips from yours, alarmed of your stumble. You just nodded and smiled, staring down at her lips. Getting the hint, she put her other hand on your other cheek and resumed kissing you.

“Wait” you said causing Helena to break off the kiss once again

“What, what is it...did I...did I do something wrong” Helena said stuttering scared that she over stepped the line

“What about the breakfast?” you said causing Helena to frown in confused, seeing her face, you quickly shaked your head to clear your mind “Never mind” The both of you resumed kissing for the second time. And with no plans of stopping. You weren't exactly sure what brought this one, but you won’t complain at all, as Helena caress your cheek and her mouth following suite as she kissed down her neck until she got to your pyjama top

“May I...” Helena said through kisses and you cut her off with a whimper and a quick nod. Helena then undid the buttons on your top and continued with the kissing. But you didn't want Helena to have all the fun so your leaned down and started to unbutton Helena’s shirt and threw it across the kitchen. Helena, who’s hands now resigned on your back traced her hands and mouth back up your chest to your lips. That lasted for a few minuets when it was about to take it one step further when unbeknownst to the nether of you, the door opened

“Hey Helena, we was wondering if you’d like to...” The voice who turned out to be Harley. Both you and Helena turned round to see her plus Dinah, Renee and Cass standing in the in the doorway

“And. Who. Are. You?” Dinah said giving a sly smile while everyone was eyeing you, who rushed to get your shirt

“You’re supposed TO KNOCK!” Helena said, anger laced in her voice aimed at the girls who have arrived her unexpectedly

“We have keys” Renee said holding up a pair of keys

“The keys you gave us, remember” Dinah said, pointing at Helena, causing her to huff in annoyance

“Yeah, and anyway, we didn't wanna disturb ya” Harley said “Or ya friend”

“Harley Quinn nice to meet ya” Harley said as she quickly hopped and strolled over to you and holding out her hand to you. You, more than a bit embarrassed by this turn of events but took her hand and shook it and gave a polite smile to which Harley resiptates “And this is Dinah Lance, Renee Montoya and my very own apprentice, Cassandra Cain“ They all either waved or smiled at you.

“So, how long have you been together?” Dinah asked the both of you, but before you could even open your mouth to answer Harley beat you to it.

“Ohhhhh yeah, you’ve gotta tell us” Harley said going to the couch and putting her feet up on the table. “Where did you meet? Oh and what was your first date like?”

“What's she like as a girlfriend?” Dinah said chiming in with her own question. Causing Harley to gasp with a huge grin

Oh. Oh. Oh yeah, answer hers answer hers” Harley said pointing to Dinah

Helena suddenly growled and waving her hands up “Get out”

“Eh?” Dinah said, confusion littered over her face

“GET OUT” Helena shouted now close to shoving them out “And next time. KNOCK”! Helena then closed the door but was stopped by Harley’s foot and face in the way

“Wait, wait, wait, wait” Harley said, in-between the door and the frame “Don't you wanna know why we came here in the first place”

“NO” Helena said before closing the door, and taking a deep sigh of relief and turned to you and smiled “Sorry, they should've knocked” you simply laughed in reply before Harley’s voice broke the comforting conversation.

“We’re getting tacos” Harley’s said her voice muffled by the door “Just thought we’d ask” Helena, smiling walked over to you and asked you

“So, what do you want to do?”

#huntress #helena bertinelli #helena bertinelli imagine #huntress imagine #helena bertinelli x reader #huntress x reader #female reader #dc #DC comics #bop #Birds of Prey #Birds of Prey (And The Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)#requested

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vee-angel · 5 years ago

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Sharking Sherry (Chapter 1, repost)

So I have, at last, managed to get the Introduction to the fifth and final member of the Pervert Pentet. I’m pretty excited about that because it means the first part of this series is done. I actually wanted to write Sherry’s story earlier, but I put it off a bit after I decided that it would be written in first person from the perspective of someone who’s a much bigger anime/hentai fan than me. It’s always tricky trying to realistically write a character who knows much more than you about something.

This is probably my most wholesome story so far, so there’s not really any content warnings needed, but as a bonus, there is a bit of a flash-forward to the point where all five of the character’s stories converge.

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My name is Sherry Sugisaki, I’m twenty-two years old, single, blood type B, and as of today, I’m the official club historian for the Pervert Pentet!

The Pervert Pentet is a club that me and four of my best friends formed so that we could all get together and just be ourselves without other people calling us weirdos or sluts. Well, except for Piper. She calls everybody a slut, but trust me, compared to the other things that come out of her mouth, “slut” is a compliment!

Piper is kind of our leader. She’s the first girl I ever met who was an even bigger perv than me! She’s so smart it’s a little scary, and she always speaks her mind. The only problem is that her mind is always in the gutter!

Nancy is the muscle of the group. She’s the tall athletic type, and way prettier than she realizes. She can be a little intimidating, but I think deep down she has a good heart. I haven’t really gotten close to her yet, and Piper says I probably shouldn’t try to. Nancy says that she doesn’t want to hang out with me because she doesn’t like Asian people (except she said it in a way that wasn’t quite so polite), but I think maybe she just had a hard life and she’s not ready to trust people, yet. And she’s always hanging out with Teira anyway.

Speaking of Teira, she’s this rich, famous artist from Europe. Nancy went to one of her art performances a while back and Teira saw something special in her. Ever since then, Nancy has kinda been Teira’s sidekick. Teira can be a little scary too, but in a different way. While Nancy seems tough, Teira’s… well, creepy. She never smiles, never seems to have an opinion about anything, and she kinda has this icy-cold “I’d like to see you chopped into neat little pieces” vibe. In fact, the only time I’ve ever seen her look excited is when I introduced her to guro porn.

Bailee is the last girl who joined our club. She’s usually kinda dumb, exept sometimes she’s not? We’re all still trying to figure out exactly what her deal is. She’s sooo much fun to hang out with, though! And she’s actually into cute things, like me! As much as I love Piper, some of the things she’s into gross me out. But with Bailee, we can talk about cute boys, and go clothes shopping! Plus, she looks like the big-boobed girls in hentai, but in real life!

But you’ll get to know them later. They say to write what you know about, so I guess I’ll start by telling you about myself!

I grew up in the U.S. but my father is from Japan. My mom is from here, but ethnically, she’s half European and half Brazilian, which I think is why I have a bigger butt than most Japanese girls. My dad was the typical Asian father, which means that he worked all the time to provide for me and my mom, but I never really got to spend much time with him. I guess that’s why I started getting into Japanese culture at a young age. I was into all the normal stuff like Pokemon and Sailor Moon and Hello Kitty, so it was really exciting when I was little and my mom got me a subscription to this really cool anime streaming service!

But even though my mom really liked Japanese history and culture, I don’t think she realized just quite how naughty some parts of it can be. While other pre-teen girls dreamed of a storybook romance with a handsome man who buys them pretty dresses and mansions, I thought up pranks to play on my romantic rivals when we were all crowded into a little house along with our collective boyfriend! When I finally learned what other little girls fantasized about, it just seemed so boring! And lonely, too. I mean, sure, being in a harem seems like it might get a little crazy sometimes, but it’s also exciting. And besides, when things get really tough the girls always put their differences aside to solve problems as a family!

I guess watching all those shows gave me a sense of humor that wasn’t exactly “politically correct.” But honestly, it’s funny when busty girls get their boobs yanked out, or when lecherous milf-types molest shy, blushing lolis. Oh! And when bad-ass fighter girls get their clothes all ripped up during a battle and they suddenly realize that everybody can see that they’re not wearing panties and then they’re all like “Eep! Don’t look!!” That’s the best!

Okay, okay, maaaaaaybe it’s not just that I think it’s funny. Maybe it turns me on a little bit, too. But can you blame me? I mean, when you see a pretty girl on the street, don’t you just want to pull her dress up or yank her boobs out?? Of course you do! Everybody does, they just don’t talk about it. The only difference is that in my case I actually do it!

I’m getting ahead of myself again. I should back up. So when I was in middle school, my parents let me get a smart phone with internet access. And let me tell you, if you think anime is naughty, you haven’t seen hentai! I mean, there’s stuff that’s even too dirty for me! But eventually I came across one kind of video that made me obsessed. And for once, it wasn’t animated at all.

The first time I saw it, I was confused. It just seemed like a guy with a camera-phone following this cute girl in a skirt. But then this guy came out of nowhere and pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties! She made this cute little “Eeeee!” noise while the guy ran off. It was so cute, and so funny, and so super hot! I figured that video had to be one of a kind, but boy was I wrong!

Apparently it’s called “sharking.” I never quite found a satisfactory explanation for the name, but it started in Japan (just like all the best pervy stuff!), and the idea is to run up to a girl and expose her while somebody else films and puts it online for everyone to enjoy! There’s all kinds of varieties. Top-sharking works best when you find a girl in a tube-top and you can pull her boobs out. Bottom-sharking works best for girls in a short skirt; and if you’re really lucky, you might find a girl who isn’t wearing panties! There’s even cosplay-sharking! That’s when you steal all of a girl’s clothes and run off with them, but you leave her a super cute, slutty outfit that she has to wear if she doesn’t want to walk home naked. Personally, just regular full-sharking is my favorite. That’s when you strip a girl naked and run off with her clothes while the camera guy follows her while she figures out what to do. It’s so exciting! I mean, at first the girl thinks it’s just going to be a regular boring old day, but then she gets to be part of this awesome sexy adventure where she’s naked in public! And nobody can even get upset at her because it’s not even her fault! Everybody wins!

I should know, I’m proud to say that I’m one of the few girls who’s been on both sides. You see, after I graduated high school, I got my parents to finally agree to pay for me to take a year off to visit Japan! It was everything I ever dreamed! I was surrounded by signs displaying happy anime characters, I got to ride public transit with groups of cute, giggly school girls and handsome, studious schoolboys. There were night-clubs with lolita-goths and J-pop was playing everywhere!

The only thing that could have made it better was if I could have had a romantic encounter with a cute boy. I think everyone who visits a foreign country kinda wishes that they could have a special lover to think back on fondly when they’re old and grey. Unfortunately, no matter how many blind corners I hurried around, I never accidentally collided with my true love. Not even when I had toast in my mouth!

I figured maybe I still dressed too much like a kid, and boys were scared that I was under-aged. So I decided to show off my assets! While I was far from flat-chested in America, in Japan my full C-cup breasts made me downright busty. And the Brazilian butt I inherited from mom put me way ahead of at least ninety percent of the other girls in Japan. So I got some new button up shirts that were small enough to hug my curves, and I left a few buttons undone. I also bought new mini-skirts short enough to ensure my panties would be visible with even the slightest breeze. Everybody in Japan is really into panties.

Unfortunately, most of the male attention I got from the new wardrobe was from middle-aged men who took advantage of crowded trains to touch my butt. But I wasn’t about to get discouraged! I mean, it’s not ideal, but if I’m getting attention, than I must be on the right track!

And then one day it happened! I was in a public park a short walk from where I was staying. I had my headphones on, listening to my Japanese language-learning app when this guy came out of nowhere and yanked my little school-girl skirt up to my waist and then pulled my white panties down to my knees!

I always thought that if I ever got sharked myself, that I’d do something really sexy, like wink or do a little pose or something. But honestly, the whole thing happened really fast so I hardly had a chance to react. And I didn’t even see where the camera guy was. I was just sort of… frozen. I just stood there with my panties halfway down my legs as the guy in the hoodie ran off.

A part of me thought that I wished I’d been more prepared for it, but on the other hand, that’s part of the fun! Unlike most Japanese girls, I keep everything totally shaved down there, so they definitely got a shot of my naked pussy. And there were going to put it online! How exciting is that! Once I pulled my panties back up they immediately got soaked. I felt like I’d just won the best prize ever! Now any-time somebody is looking at sharking videos on the internet, there would be a chance that they’d get to see me! I just hoped that the camera guy was good enough that I’d be popular.

I spent the next week looking at sharking videos more than I ever had before, but sadly, I still couldn’t find mine! I knew it would take time, but I just couldn’t wait. Part of me hoped that it’d go viral. Maybe it’d become the most popular sharking video of all time, and I’d get to be the poster-girl for the whole fetish! I’d be so famous that when people saw me in the street they’d yank up my dress and take pictures of my exposed body while I pretended to blush. I mean, I knew it wasn’t likely, but a girl can dream!

After a week of looking at every sharking related site I could I eventually came across this post written in Japanese that looked like it was a local casting call for a girl to be in a video! They must have been a really bad writer, because I could hardly understand it and my Japanese is perfect! I mean, I watched One Punch Man without subtitles and totally understood every word…. well most of them… I mean, at least half…

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Let’s get one thing straight! I’m a Japanese girl so I obviously speak Japanese! They must have been speaking a weird dialect and that’s why I didn’t understand them that well, okay?!?

Anyway, the post said they wanted a girl to be in a sharking video, and I knew I wanted to be that girl. In all the videos I saw, it was always boys running up and exposing unsuspecting women. I’ve never seen girl-on-girl sharking! What a concept!

After a few messages back and forth, I ended up meeting them at this cute cafe by the beach. That’s when I got really excited! Bikini sharking is one of the best ways to get a girl totally naked in public! I’ve even seen it done where a guy gets two girls tops and bottoms off at once!

I didn’t catch the camera guy’s name, but the one who did most of the talking was named Kaito. I started asking them if there were any special techniques I should know so I could undo a girl’s bikini faster, but they seemed confused. I don’t know how, but there must have been a miscommunication. It seemed like they wanted to me to go somewhere private and stage a fake sharking. They said they were going to make sure to do it where no one would see me and they’d give me my clothes back at the end!

What a cheap trick! I told them that there’s no way. Either they have to shark me for real or I was going home!

I was pretty mad, so I laid out my terms and made sure they knew that there would be no negotiation! One: They had to strip me completely naked! Boobs, ass, pussy, it all had to be on display. Two: They had to do it someplace where lots of people would see. Three: sometimes in the really good sharking videos the guys would spread a girls legs or pull her butt-cheeks apart while the camera guy runs in close, that way everybody on the internet gets a good look at her vagina and butthole. I told them they had to do that, too! And four: Under no circumstances were they allowed to give me my clothes back or let me have anything to cover myself with afterwards.

If I was getting to be part of planning a sharking video, I was going to make sure it was the best one ever! There was no way I was going home unless it was completely naked!

Kaito and his friend whispered to each other for a minute, and then they asked me if I’d be willing to ditch some of my clothes in advance so that they could get me naked faster. Finally! They were saying something that made sense! And honestly, they had a point. I’m ashamed to admit that before that day I used to dress in a terribly un-sharkable way. Ever since then, the only question I ask when choosing an outfit was “How easy would it be for someone to get me naked in public?”

Anyway, I slipped away into a public bathroom to ditch my shirt, bra, and underwear. So now I was just wearing the zippered hoodie I put on when I thought I was going to get to shark a girl, and my mini-skirt. I told the guys that I was going to try to find a place off to the side of the boardwalk, far enough so that nobody could intervene, but close enough that everybody could still see my naked body.

I waited there for about five minutes, and I was starting to think they had gotten scared off, but then I saw the one with the camera sneaking up around the corner of a nearby building. I tried not to look directly at him, but I still wanted my front-side facing the camera.

My heart started racing as I heard Kaito coming up behind me! They must have been discussing technique, because he grabbed the bottom of my skirt and yanked it up until it gathered along with the hem of my hoodie. In an expertly practiced maneuver that seemed almost like a matador with a cape, he swept both garments up over my head and then down off my arms!

Suddenly, I was standing in the middle of a wide open public space in the middle of the day and I was completely naked! The sun seemed like a spotlight that shone down to reveal every private inch of my body.

Kaito tossed my hoodie and skirt and then grabbed my arms to bend me over a nearby bench. That’s when I saw the camera guy running in close while I felt his hands on my butt-cheeks. He reached down to the very bottom and spread everything open wide. The camera guy got in so close he must have been within a foot or two of my most private areas! I sure was glad that I’d shaved that morning; I mean, with the close-up he got of my pussy and asshole, everyone on the internet would have seen if I had even the tiniest bit of stubble.

I’d almost forgot! This was going on the internet! My heart was racing and I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. As scary as the whole thing was, I was still getting really wet really fast! I hoped that that camera could pick that up so that everyone would see how much girls like this kind of thing! I sort of moaned and wiggled a little bit, but then the two of them ran off. Thankfully they remembered to grab my clothes on the way, so that I wouldn’t have the option to cover myself!

I stood up to see two middle-aged ladies running up to me and yelling something at the men. I must have looked freaked out because they seemed a bit confused and frantic, like they wanted to help me but didn’t know how. Honestly, I was a little freaked out, too, but it was in a good way! Like when you ride a roller-coaster. Like, it’s really exciting and so scary that you scream but it’s also really fun! When I think back on it, I’m pretty sure I actually did scream when he first came up behind me and pulled all my clothes off.

The shorter lady had a jacked that she was unbuttoning, I realized that she was going to try to cover me up! What a prude! She must have just been jealous that a pretty young thing like me was getting to walk around naked in public and show off the goods when she was never brave enough to do anything like that!

I decided I was going to rush off down the boardwalk before she got a chance. I was still super nervous and excited. My heart felt like it was pounding in my throat and I was out of breath from the thrill of it all.

I had the temptation to cover myself with my hands, but I half-resisted. I must have looked kinda shy because I kept sort of covering my pussy, and then half-covering my boobs, and then I put both hands behind me to cover my butt. So anyone who kept looking for more than a second would have seen everything. And there were people everywhere, so even if I wanted to cover myself (which I totally didn’t), there was no way I could have.

I kinda figured that everyone would be staring at me and taking pictures and commenting on my body; I hoped that by the time I made it a hundred meters that I’d have a whole crowd of men around me, but honestly, no one said a thing! Some people glanced, and now and then someone would stare for a few seconds, but the majority of people averted their eyes and just pretended I wasn’t there!

They seemed almost… scared to look at me. This was even better than I could have imagined! I mean, at first I was a little disappointed that people weren’t excited to take in the sight of my naked, young body, but then I realized something! It wasn’t just fun and sexy to be naked in public, it also felt kinda… powerful!

Once I realized that, I stopped acting shy. I stopped trying to cover myself at all. In fact, I slowed down my stride and put on a cocky grin. By the time I reached the end of the boardwalk I was staring people right in the eye, but nobody had the guts to look back at me.

It was about a ten-minute walk back to where I was staying, but I decided I was going to make it take fifteen! There was even a spot where a dozen people were waiting for a train, and I decided to stand in front of all of them and check my phone for a good two minutes! Fortunately, I had the foresight to stick my phone, wallet, and apartment key in my sock before I had those guys steal all my clothes. I made sure to bend down in front of everybody when I took my phone out so they could have a chance to admire my naked butt.

I hoped that at least someone noticed how wet this was making me! I mean, I was starting to literally drip down the inside of my leg! I figured I’d better make my way home before my socks end up getting soaked.

When I got home I retrieved my apartment key from my sock and saw my neighbor coming home with a bag of groceries. I smiled and gave him a big wave, but he acted like he couldn’t see me. I unlocked my door and went inside.

The first thing I did was down a can of green tea, as fun as the whole walk was, my mouth was dry as a desert. As much as I enjoyed myself, it was nerve-wracking. The whole time I was sort of afraid the police were going to show up any minute, but that never happened.

All in all, the whole thing was way different than I expected. I guess that since I’m a perv, I expected that everyone else would be one, too. But everybody else was so well behaved. So I guess that makes me special!

Realizing that I was a pervert who walks around naked in public and gets off on exposing myself to strangers was the best moment of my life. It made me feel like I could do things that regular people couldn’t. Kaito sent me the video of my full-sharking the next day. Apparently, they had followed me almost all the way home without me even realizing it! They sure got some amazing shots and I’m proud to say that it has over a hundred-thousand views and counting.

I never found out the name of the guy who pulled my panties down that first day in the park. But a couple years later when I met Piper she’d tracked down the original video of me that he made. I posted a thank-you message in the comments telling him how grateful I was that he chose me, and how he changed my life for the better.

Ya know, it’s funny. Of all the girls that I’ve exposed in public and put online since that day, not a single one has posted a ‘thank-you’ message to me under their videos. Then again, I don’t do this for thanks, I do it for the knowledge that I’m helping others live the life that every girl wants! I’m helping them to be the perverts that deep down they all definitely wish they could be!

#pervertpentet sharkingsherry

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mermaidxatxheart · 5 years ago

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Here in Your Arms

A/N: I know it’s been a long, long time since I’ve posted anything of my own. I’ve been writing, just collecting them. A part of me worries that they’re not good enough, but another part is just so damn tired from work that I literally don’t want to do anything. So, if you’re still following me, and still reading my stuff, I really appreciate you-you have no idea how much that means to me. And if you’re still reading, please comment or message me and just let me know what you think of it. That goes a long way to restore my mental health.

Also, this story is loosely based/inspired by the song Here in Your Arms by HelloGoodbye. if you haven’t heard it, you should.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: The weekly dance at the town hall has arrived and Bucky is desperate for another chance to dance with you. (1940′s Bucky because I was in a mood that day.)

Word Count: 1667

Warnings: a small amount of mild violence and some drunkenness, maaaaaaybe language but I don’t think there’s anything too terrible.

Here in Your Arms

“Come on, dance with me.” Bucky pleads, that boyish grin tugging at his perfect mouth.

“I’ve already danced with you, Bucky. You’re not next on my dance card. And you’re not the guy after that or the guy after that.” You laugh, pushing his arm away.

“How many guys are on that thing?” He asks in mock offense.

“A lot, I’m a fantastic dancer, I’ll have you know.” You raise your chin, sticking your nose in the air.

“Oh, come on, doll. I can’t go home tonight knowing I only had one dance with you.” He sighs, running a hand through his messy hair.

The song changes into something soft and slow, one of your favorites. The trumpet plays softly through the chords, and you would love to take him up on his offer, but your card is full and he already had his turn.

You can see the boy behind him, trying to edge his way in front of the big man, glasses tilting crooked on his nose, face red and pockmarked. He’s scrawny and uncoordinated and you just know he’s going to step on your toes, but it wouldn’t be fair.

“Sorry, Buck.” You tell him, stepping around his outstretched hand. “Maybe I’ll save the last one for you if you’re lucky.” You grin with a cheeky wink. He places his big hand over his heart, closing his eyes as though you’ve wounded him.

“I’m counting on it, doll.” He says in your ear as you pass.

You were right, he steps on your toes with every move. His hands sit awkwardly on your waist as if he’s afraid to get too close. The nervous, sweaty heat of them leaks through your clothes and it’s uncomfortable, but he’s sweet.

You try to make conversation, but it’s too loud without having to scream over the band.

“That’s no way to dance with a woman.” A rough voice says in your ear, and pushing your partner away. You glare up at the intruder to see Brock Rumlow, resident jerk.

He grabs your wrist and yanks you roughly into his chest. You push back away from him, trying to free yourself from his handsy grasp.

“Let me go, Brock!” You shout, trying to twist your hand out of his.

“I’ll show you how to dance with a woman, you little punk.” He smirks, pulling you off balance and against him.

“I really think you should let her go, Rumlow.” A familiar voice says to your right. You look up to see Bucky’s best friend, Steve, followed closely by a few of their other friends.

“Oh yeah, Rogers? And what do you plan on doing about it?” Rumlow snarls.

“Kicking your ass, for a start.” Bucky says on your left.

Rumlow twists, pulling you off balance again and you nearly fall into Bucky. “Barnes.” He mutters.

Bucky makes a face and cringes back. “You’re drunk, Brock. Let the lady go, and find somewhere to sleep it off. You’re outnumbered and, more importantly, outmatched here. Do the smart thing.” He crosses his impressive arms as Brock glowers before throwing your wrist at Bucky, flinging it away from him roughly.

Bucky catches it in his ever-gentle hands before it hits him in the face and waits as his school rival stalks away through the crowd. He presses a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist and your face flushes brilliantly.

“Finish your dance, doll.” He says, turning you back to the scrawny man. He steps towards your partner, who visibly winces as if he’s expecting to be hit.

Bucky simply whispers something in his ear before he leaves, Steve and crew following. Your partner steps forward, hand snaking further around your waist, holding you closer.

He still steps on your toes, but it feels slightly less like grade-schoolers dancing and more like a pair of adults.

The song ends and you step apart. You smile at him and kiss his cheek. “Thanks for the dance.”

You turn away to walk off the dance floor but not before you see him smile and blush. You set your card on the punch table and head for the door to pick up your coat.

“Leaving already?” Bucky asks from behind you.

“Not in the mood for the crowd anymore. It’s been spoiled.” You take your coat off the hanger and he removes it from your hand.

“How’s your wrist?” He asks, turning you so your back is to him.

“Won’t have to cut it off any time soon, if that’s what you’re asking.” You grin as you slide your arms into the sleeves.

“Oh, that’s good. I like it where it is.” He chuckles. You turn back to see his friends with him. “Mind if we walk you home?” He asks, suddenly seeming a little nervous.

“I was actually hoping you would. I’m sure Brock is nearby and now he’s in a mood for a fight.”

Bucky grumbles, pulling on his own jacket. “I hate that guy.”

Steve opens the door to the hall for you and you smile up at him. “Thanks, Stevie.”

You walk down the front steps and Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close against the cold winter air.

You were right to have them walk you home. Brock is waiting down the block, sour and pissed.

“Hey, Barnes!” He calls, pushing himself out of the alleyway shadows.

Bucky groans quietly. You can feel it rumble in his chest. “Go home, Rumlow.” He says, quickening his pace slightly.

“I’m waiting for that ass-kicking you were promising. Or are you too much of a coward?” He taunts.

You feel Bucky pause and you grab his hand. “He’s drunk and he has a big mouth. He’s goading you.” You warn and he looks down at you, a spark in his eyes.

“Don’t I know it.” He mutters.

“Maybe your whore over there would be better off with a real man! I have a few back at my place, we can pass her around and see who she likes best.”

You whirl around and lunge at him, ready to slap him, but arms wrap around your waist, holding you back. It takes you a second too long to realize that it can’t be Bucky, he’s already halfway to the drunk man. You glance back and realize it’s Steve.

“Let me go.”

“Let Bucky handle this.”

“You wanna say that again? Say it to my face.” Bucky growls.

“Your whore-“ Rumlow starts and Bucky’s fist swings lightning fast. It collides with Rumlow’s jaw, sending him staggering back a few steps. He collapses on the ground, off-balance and so very drunk.

“If you ever insult her again, I’ll kill you. Understand me? Stay away from her.” He spits, kicking him hard and sending him rolling into the gutter.

Steve relaxes his grip on you and you roll your eyes. “I could have taken him.” You mutter as Bucky reaches you.

“Of that, I have no doubt, doll.” He grins. You don’t miss the way he stuffs his hand into his pocket, pulling you close with the other.

“What was your plan, if I might ask?” Steve looks at you.

“Same as Bucky.” You shrug and Steve grins.

“Maybe I should have let her. That would have been a sight to behold.”

Bucky shoves him, but this is playful-joking between friends.

You reach your front door and you turn to Bucky. “Can I talk to you for a little bit? Or do you boys have plans?”

“I can come inside.” He says, his voice lifting a little in his eagerness to say yes.

You grin to yourself and unlock the door as he shoos his friends away. You shrug out of your coat, hanging it up and kicking off your heels with the toes.

“Want a drink?” You ask, watching not so subtly as he peels off his coat.

“No, thanks. Was there anything, in particular, you wanted to talk about? Or are you just eager to get to know me that well?”

“I owe you my last dance. And I figure since you saved me twice, I could at least keep my word.” You say, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“Won’t your parents be mad when they come home to find me here so late?” He asks.

“Nancy and Joseph are out of town for Christmas. I couldn’t go, so I have the place to myself. You can stay as long as you want.” You tell him, your heart pounding nervously at the words. You mean them, you want him to stay, but you aren’t even a couple.

“Alright.” He smiles softly, pulling off his shoes. “Can I use your bathroom?” He asks.

“Just down the hall.” You point and he steps in that direction.

You move through the parlor into the living room and you turn on the white Christmas lights on the tree. You dim the rest of the lights in the room so you’re left with the soft glow from the tree. You move the furniture out of the way and turn on the radio, softly playing Glenn Miller.

You close your eyes, letting the music move your body. You sway back and forth, your hands aloft as though you’re holding onto a partner.

And then all of a sudden, he’s there, filling your arms. You feel more solid with him so close, safe and warm in his arms. You start in surprise at first, your eyes opening as you look up to see his face, his beautiful smile looking down at you.

You shift, your hands intertwining and held close to your bodies, your head against his chest and his mouth resting on the top of your head.

He holds you close for a long time, just moving to the music before he finally speaks.

“I like it here, in your arms.” He says softly.

You smile into his shirt. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Next Chapter)

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deng-yi-deng · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @khahahahahahah

Aw thanks!! I can’t believe how long it took me to finish this.

Rules: Answer all the questions and tag 21 people you would like to get to know better!

Nickname? No nickname has ever stuck.

Real name? Keri. It’s fun to see how people choose to spell my name. They never spell it that way.

Zodiac? Virgo

Favourite musicians or groups? I have kinda eclectic taste and have gone through a lot of musical phases in my life (60′s pop? goth? irish fiddle music? old school punk? metal? yes...) currently in heavy rotation: David Bowie (always), Led Zeppelin, Dark Tranquility (metal), Zuriaake (Chinese atmospheric black metal), Vermilia (Finnish pagan metal), Muse, Black Keys, Thievery Corp, Massive Attack and on the classical front ALWAYS in heavy rotation: J.S. Bach, Telemann, Dowland, Byrd, Handel, Vivaldi

So much drama watching made me fall in love with guqin and I almost bought one last year. Currently obsessed with 自得琴社 Zi di guqin studio on Youtube. check them out!!

Favourite sports teams? Don’t do sports, but if i had to pick a team probably the Washington Capitals (hockey).

Other blogs? @golgafrincham is my main blog but most of my followers are here (*waves hi*)

Do I get asks? Very rarely

How many blogs do I follow? 320

Tumblr crushes? I...uh...that would be....no. I love all of you like a much older big sister.

Lucky numbers? None that I know of.

What am I wearing? Band t-shirt (black), yoga pants (black), hoodie (black)

Dream vacation? Lots of places! New Zealand definitely. I really want to see the Alhambra. Was thinking of doing the trans-Canadian railway this year but (sad trombone noise). I’d love to go back to Norway and Japan.

Dream car? Aston Martin DB9 - it would be like driving a Brancusi

Favourite food? Maybe tortilla chips? I can’t even buy them because I just eat the whole bag. OMG, i just remembered years ago I had blue corn tortilla chips that were dipped in dark chocolate and sprinkled with red chile powder. Those. THOSE. Oh wow - truly a perfect food.

Drink of choice? depends on the setting/time of day :). I was a homebrewer but there is so much good beer available that I kinda slacked off. I now make Makgeolli and Choujiu/Tianmijiu since you can’t get them in stores. Send me an ask if you are of age and would like to know more about brewing delicious alcoholic Korean and Chinese rice beverages!!

Instruments? Violin, viola da gamba, bass guitar (kind of), I also own but can barely play the ukelele

Languages? English, a little bit of Chinese, survival French

Celebrity crushes? Wow, that’s a tough one (not) .... Luo Yunxi. Though tbh i still don’t entirely understand why - he is very different from people I usually crush on, and I rarely crush on celebrities. Bass players, sure...actors, not so much. Also he is maaaaaaybe just a little on the young side for me. Yes, I am That Old.

Random facts? The Chinese character biang (second tone), used in Shaanxi biang biang noodles, is one of the largest/longest characters, with - depending on how you write and count them - anywhere from 42 to 58 strokes. It was recently added to unicode v.13.0 Traditional: U+30EDE 𰻞 Simplified: U+30EDD 𰻝 .

Tagging (does not obligate you to post!!!!)

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#personal #long post

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lycorogue · 6 years ago

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Marinette’s Lucky Charm Bracelet

So, while I was working on my next major ML fanfic I got to thinking about the lucky charm bracelet Marinette “gave” to Adrien (I totally believe that she only meant to lend it to him, but he neglected to give it back, and since it’s Adrien Marinette was just like “okay. It’s his now”.) Namely, I was wondering about who made it.

This turned into a long post, so to see who I think made it (spoilers: I don’t think it as Marinette), check below the break.

It’s pretty obvious to me that Marinette didn’t make the bracelet, for multiple reasons. 1) She clearly didn’t make it while they were playing the video game, so she didn’t make it specifically for Adrien to cheer him up (unlike his birthday gift for Marinette... boy’s got a crush <3). 2) She didn’t make it for him before he came over because she didn’t have the time. She had to rush around to remove all of her pictures of him, especially since he zipped right over after school. I think he only took just enough time to convince The Gorilla, Nathalie, and/or Gabriel that it was alright to go hang at Marinette’s. 3) She wouldn’t have made it for him before the tournament because a) she didn’t know about it, and b) he was the best player before she showed him up. And that’s saying something since Adrien beat Max, and the game was Max’s life at the time. So, even if she did know about the tournament, and had some time before meeting up to practice, she had no reason to think he’d need a pick-me-up. 4) She didn’t make the bracelet for Adrien way ahead of time and was just waiting for an opportunity to give it to him. It’s a sweet idea, and I’ll gladly read any fanfic that uses this idea. How cute would it be to read a story where she makes the bracelet and just sort of walks around with it in her pocket, just waiting for an excuse to give it to Adrien? I’ll gobble that shit right up! Canonically, though? I don’t buy it. I mean, look at this thing? Really look at it.

There’s no rhyme or rhythm to any of it. The closest thing to consistency is that there’s a pink bead at each end, and two beads between the pink ones and the large center bead. We can also give credit to the fact that the “weight” of the bracelet - largest, flat, decorated bead in the center, large pink beads to the end, and two smaller beads in between for each side - is pretty decent.

Still, does this look like something our meticulous fashion designer Marinette would make? Would it be a pattern she’d build? I don’t think so.

“She could have made it when she was younger,” I hear a lot of you say. True, but why would she still have it on her? How many of you, when you were 13, still carried and/or wore a bracelet you made when you were like 5? It was a fun project, but I doubt it was done well enough that you’d be willing to keep it on your person, even if you did keep it for.... reasons. Something that mismatched? If Marinette is still carrying it around, it has to have emotional significance. I mean, Adrien carried it around because Marinette gave it to him for luck (read as much into that as you want). Maybe if it was a friendship bracelet given to Marinette I could justify her holding onto it, but given how quickly she attached to Alya, I, sadly, don��t believe she had anyone she was close enough to for it to be a friendship bracelet.

What about a gift from Manon? It looks like something a child Manon’s age would make. I just don’t think Marinette is emotionally attached to the “little angel” enough to warrant carrying it around, and she definitely pulled it from her pocket when she offered it to Adrien.

I think the key to this mystery is the fact that Marinette specifically equates the bracelet to being good at video games.

And who does she play video games with?

That’s right. I think the bracelet has some “balance” to it, but is still kind of clunkily made because Tom Dupain was the one who crafted the bracelet for his daughter.

Here’s how I see it going down:

Tom comes home from cleaning up the bakery to find Sabine dealing with a mopey 5yo Marinette. Tom tries to cheer his daughter up by offering to play a video game, but it just makes things worse. Marinette isn’t good at video games no matter how much she plays with her dad, and her 5yo brain doesn’t get that she’s not as good simply because she’s young and inexperienced. Playing video games is the thing that JUST Tom does with Marinette, so he’s devastated that she doesn’t want to do it anymore. Sabine and Tom manage to do one of those silent conversations people who have known each other for a while can do, and Tom shifts gears. He asks Marinette to show him how to make jewelry since she already has her beads out. After Marinette gives him a lesson, Tom decides to make a bracelet. Sabine cuts him a length of red yarn, since red was Marinette’s favorite color before it became pink. Tom then puts on a huge production - with some assistance from Sabine - in finding the Perfect BeadsTM for his bracelet. It gets Marinette’s attention and makes her excited to help him finish the bracelet. Once it’s completed, he gives it to Marinette, telling her that Sabine knows a little about Ancient Chinese magic, and she had taught him a little bit. With that knowledge, he made this bracelet, which will bestow good luck on any video gamer who wears it. Marinette excitedly asks if they can try it out. The Placebo Effect instantly kicks in. The added confidence sharpens Marinette’s focus, reflexes, and eye-hand coordination (I believe being Ladybug does the same thing since she was still Goofy and Clumsy Marinette when she first became her superhero persona; it’s the confidence that gives her the grace, etc.). Marinette becomes 1000% convinced the bracelet helps her play games better, and always wears it. She does quickly improve now that she has the confidence and focus, and their Father/Daughter bonding goes Next Level. As Marinette got older her belief in lucky charms, Ancient Chinese MagicTM, etc. waned. Even though she knew it was practice, not the bracelet that made her good, she still kept it on her always for a few reasons. 1) Her father made it for her to try to cheer her up. 2) It was a nice reminder of the love her parents had for her whenever she felt down and need a confidence boost. Sort of her own WWJD bracelet... 3) There was always a nagging thought in the back of her head that MAAAAAAYBE Tom wasn’t lying and it WAS a magical good luck bracelet. In the end, she was willing to give it up to Adrien, because, like Mary Poppins, another child was in more need than her. Plus... it’s Adrien. She’d give that boy the world if it would cheer him up.

So, uh, yeah.... that’s my headcanon about the origins of Marinette’s Bracelet. And now I reaaaaaaaally want to see that! Come on, Fanartists, pleaaaaase draw this? And heck, Fanfic Writers, get in on this too. I’d love to read your take!

#ML #Miraculous Ladybug #fantheory #LycoRogue fantheory #Marinette's lucky charm bracelet #origins of The Bracelet #family bonding #long post #sadly this is the second time I had to write this up #the internet crashed on me the first go #that's what I get #for writing such long things

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drawings-for-my-dysphoria · 4 years ago

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wtf are boxers?

straight up i want them- a drawer full of them to be exact. i do like girly underwear- i don’t have a dick, so having something that fits in my pants is kinda nice. but a good pair of boxers-

they look cute, comfy, masculine, these are everything. they even come in 5 pretty colors.

then there are the more common-

tapered???? boxers. these are still cute and could maaaaaaybe fit my hips and waist.

but then there is the standard boxer-

the straight cut, my butt requires a large and my waist needs an xs boxer. i won’t fit in these. which suuuucks, because they’re literally everywhere. target, walmart, whole foods probably. the other 2? not so much. do i need to learn how to sew and alter some boxers just to wear freaking underwear? isn’t life complicated enough already? maybe i could convince my mom to get the the golf ones as like shorts for her ‘daughter’ to wear around the house? i don’t know how she’d react to my coming out- she loves specific gay and trans people, but she also makes fun of preferred names and pronouns, doesn’t believe in non-binary identities, and has a looooot if issues with men. my sister and i joke that we were lucky to be born girls. idrk ig :/ i don’t think my dad would like it at all tho. he makes fun of caitlyn jenner- not for the cringey things she’s said about, i don’t know, gay marriage, but for being a woman. my dad is almost 70, and i don’t know if i could ever convince him that i was valid. to have him purposefully misgender me would hurt, and while my parents are divorced, coming out to my mom would probably mean coming out to him too.

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im about to ask everyone something so prepare for a bunch of asks lol: d- what's your favorite color? g- do you speak another language/would you want to? v (male)- what's your opinion on kittens? v (female)- whats your favorite outfit of your spirit keeper? b- what is something you've always wanted to try? (ps i love werewolves y"all are so cool keep doing whatever u do) k- whats you favorite time of day? r- whats your biggest dream/aspiration? k (female)- whats your favorite type of cuisine?

(2/2) c- whats your favorite animal and why? wraith- what’s your favorite letter in the alphabet and favorite number and why? p- whats your opinion on musical theatre? e- how do you think you’d be described if you were a character in a book? r- whats your idea of a good time? s- whats the coolest part of everything in the world/universe and why? g- do you like the idea of pets? if yes how many would u want to have? okay those are all of my questions! if i missed anyone, im super sorry and let me

D-red. Definitely red. (I get the feeling that the predator inside of him enjoys it)G- I speak bits and pieces of various languages, but I’m fluent in English, French & Italian (show off >_> )V- galaxy (that’s my nickname that they call me) has several cats (I have four -_-) so I suppose if they were smaller they’d be more tolerable (hooooo boy are you wrong there fella) V- I love when she wears leather jackets!!!! She looks amazing in them and looks like a total bad ass (well maybe if it wasn’t 70+ degrees everyday I’d wear them more often) B- (he got this smug grin when he read the part about werewolves being awesome lol) galaxy is actually my first spirit keeper. Her energy reminds me a lot of my wife that I lost and I kept nudging her to buy me. Took her forever to listen, though (I was/am broke!!!!!!) so this whole experience is very new to me. K-I love when it has just turned into night and everything is all relaxed. I also love the night time when Galaxy finally comes to bed and I get to cuddle with her (such a sweetheart) R- my biggest aspiration is for Galaxy to grow up and be happy (she’s such a mom omg, but when she said that it made me aww pretty hard)K-that stuff with cake and strawberries!!! (There’s lots of stuff like that, I’m not even going to try and guess which one she’s talking about lol. But I’m definitely giving her strawberries as offerings more often now) YAY! (oml 😂)C- I like the fat cat that Galaxy has (he’s talking about shadow, the 30 pound cat that sits in my bed all day, I think C only likes him cause he can hide in shadow’s fur) maaaaaaybe (knew it!!!)Wraith- ….. (come on, what’s the point of me putting your name on if you won’t answer questions?) …..fine. I like the letter G cause your name starts with it. I like 7 because it’s a prime number (finally. Thank you.)P-I don’t care for it, but if it makes others happy then I’m not going to bother themE-I’d be described as the fabulous cat that looks after galaxy (mhm suuure. You’d be described as sassy. That’s it. Just sassy) RUDE. (whatever you say, sassy) R- a good time to me is being able to stretch my hooves and walking through the forest S-the coolest part is everybody coming together and helping each other & it makes me very happy to see things like thatG-I love pets! I was lucky that Galaxy has so many pets because I find them so innocent and fascinating (I beg to differ, my mother’s bird is evil) no he’s not you’re just not his favourite (>_>)

We all thank you so much for the questions! They had a ball answering them, especially since they all got their own question.

#spirit companions #spirit companionship #spirit work #spirit communication #spirit companion #spirits #spirit #spirit fam #spirit family

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vee-angel · 5 years ago

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Sharking Sherry (Chapter 1)

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My name is Sherry Sugisaki, I’m twenty-two years old, single, blood type B, and as of today, I’m the official club historian for the Pervert Pentet!

But you’ll get to know them later. They say to write what you know about, so I guess I’ll start by telling you about myself!

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Let’s get one thing straight! I’m a Japanese girl so I obviously speak Japanese! They must have been speaking a weird dialect and that’s why I didn’t understand them that well, okay?!?

What a cheap trick! I told them that there’s no way. Either they have to shark me for real or I was going home!

If I was getting to be part of planning a sharking video, I was going to make sure it was the best one ever! There was no way I was going home unless it was completely naked!

#pervertpentet sharkingsherry #pervertpentet

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