#so now i have to learn to just 'fuck it we ball' with myself again (and its what ive been doing for the past months but its hard fr)

[corpsentry]

i may not. but i write poem still

[spearxwind]

im probably gonna add a bunch of different factions to CD honestly. maybe even an empire or something?

more thots:

initially i wanted it to be a very nature/wilderness oriented world and i STILL want it to be that way so i can focus on exploration and such but at the end of the day any world with a society will make groups and will have ideals and i think itd be neat to have different factions with conflicting ideas pull at the strings of the story

currently the biggest (and pretty much only) faction is the hunters guild, which I took from monster hunter as inspo, where one organization is tasked with learning about and helping the ecosystem. I do rly like this idea and i wanna keep the whole 'respecting the environment' angle as opposed to having everything be a stripmine for resources like in other media, but after considering it for a while i think its naive to think something like that would be as global as i originally thought it would be

and it brought up a logistics problem with the message I wanted to convey, which is that if you dont respect the ocean you will Get Got. But the hunters (admittedly most of the ones getting killed in my lore) are probably THE most respectful ones so its kinda weird to have them be on the receiving end of violence always

Idk exactly how i want to move this idea, but there will def be like. different hunter guilds at least. the more respectful ones, and the for profit ones. and everyone shady who surrounds them

and the reason why i was considering an empire as well was because while im not interested in writing overarching plots about conquest and how territories evolve over time i do think its an interesting foil to have in an otherwise really nature oriented setting that also serves as the big bad guy everyone hates

and i think theyre narratively fun as well (where are they getting all the people and resources? wouldnt you like to know weatherboy)

[nyancrimew]

You do a lot of really cool stuff and you do it As You. How do you overcome the fear of being Perceived and Known? Especially when the stuff you're raising awareness about is controversial or big? I have anxiety and while the "fuck it we ball" mindset has gotten me fairly far, I still find myself regretting putting myself out there or regressing back into a shut in.

i feel like what helped me kinda deal with getting pretty well known is probably not really applicable to many other people, because most of it really was that ive just been slowly more and more exposed to a bigger and bigger level of fame since i was like 16 or so. long before i was at the point i am now i was a really well known person in the android modding community and then the broader and broader tech community, i definitely didn't deal super well with some of my first minutes of fame and there's lots of stuff i regret (i def let it get to my head for a while and because i was also slowly burning out at the time i was quite an asshole to a lot of people). i don't think that was necessarily the best for me at the time, but i learned some lessons especially about community building and i did a lot of media work already at the time so ive been honing my communications skills for almost 10 years at this point.

i first started blowing up with hacktivism related stuff around 2019, and then everytime i did again it was bigger and bigger, making massive international headlines for the first time in 2021 (with the verkada story). i still fucked up a lot and got very stressed at that time, especially with my mental health being extremely abysmal and paranoia growing as state repression became inevitable.

after the indictment in 2021 i did more and more press work again (there are lots of portraits of me from that era) but still wasn't like A Celebrity except for those brief moments, which (as i took a break from hacktivism) gave me some more time to grow and learn. by the time the no fly list hack happened in 2023 i had been spending a few months already doing various smaller cyber security related work and working with many of my journalist friends in the industry. in a lot of ways the no fly list leak and the media reaction to it was just routine work for me already at that point, which i think allowed me to take in all the social fame way better as well. it still all felt quite surreal, but i was already mostly media trained, had quite a bit of experience with working with an audience already so it was just kind of a matter of adapting to my new environment.

this isn't to say i was like specifically working towards fame (especially this level) but ive always cared about community/audience building and media communication. i don't think im like "fake" or whatever, but you do have to consider that despite my laid back style im still someone with an autistic special interest in personal branding and media communications. i just don't wanna do that for corporations or for profit and instead use it for my activist and journalist self advocacy to give things a platform.

[buckyalpine]

Hear me out a fic where—

Bucky and Reader may have been going at it like bunnies, but it is always with protection. BUT there are times (like multiple) where Needy!Bucky arises and begs for a bareback. (Did he always talked dirty abt coming inside? Yes, absolutely) you never relented tho.

Until one special day or night, you decided to give him a treat. For the first time, you allowed him. And if he was dirty talking before, girly, he’s now full on feral and filthy. (And that’s how you learned Bucky has a major breeding kink)

Aftermath be like:

“Why did we ever use protection again?”

“Why did you let me miss out this heaven?”

“We are NEVER using condoms again”

“Bold of you to assume that we would be using those rubbers again”

Jokes and fantasies aside y’all, PLS USE PROTECTION IRL!!

18+ 

FINALLY GETTING TO THIS MASTERPIECE OF AN ASK

This is very smutty. So very smutty.

Screaming without the S. I’ll see myself out. 

“Baby, pleaseee” Bucky moaned against your neck, whining and whimpering, grinding his cock into you, pressing you further into the mattress. “wanna feel all of you doll, m’so full of cum for you”

Your pussy clenched and fluttered around him, your mind clouded every time he fucked into you harder, nothing compared to Bucky’s filthy mouth. He was especially needy today, his full body weight on top of you, eyes squeezed shut,  while his arms were wrapped around your body. He wasn’t even thrusting at this point, he wanted to keep his cock deep inside you, his hips circling and rolling, the tip rubbing against your g-spot. 

“Just let me take it off y/n, I wanna fill you up, make your pussy drip, let me make a mess inside you babygirl, paint those pretty walls with my cum” 

You could only moan in response, not trusting yourself to speak because even though it was the sexiest thing ever, you always wanted to be responsible. Your legs tightened around his waist as he sped up his pace panting against your skin. His balls felt heavy, he could feel his orgasm hurdle towards him each time you cried out for him. 

“Y-ou feel so g-good already-fuck- can’t imagine how good it’d feel to fuck you raw baby, put my bare cock in you, let you feel my dick stroking your silky walls. Let me feel all that cream on my cock baby, I want it, want it so bad” 

“Oh god, fuck I’m gonna cum y/n, gimme that pussy baby, give it to me baby-shit- you’re squeezing me so tight” 

“BUCKY” Your orgasm ripped through your body, back arched, your neck barred to him as you threw your head back.

“Yes baby, fuck yes, cum all over my cock baby, so good, So. F-fucking. GOOD” He gave you three sloppy thrusts before biting down onto your neck, moaning loudly as he spilled his load into the condom. 

You both laid there for while in a post sex haze, sleep washing over you soon after. No one made you feel satisfied like Bucky and nothing turned him on more than you. You squirmed beside him at the thought of having him inside you, feeling all of him, his velvety shaft caressing you, feeling the warmth of his bare skin everywhere. You clenched around nothing, burying yourself further into his arms as he held you, softly snoring with a dopey smile on his face. Your restraint was growing weak each time be begged you, pleaded with that sweet pout and whimper, you could feel him throb when he got needy. 

Imagine feeling his cum splash on your walls.

Imagine feeling his warmth dripping out of you, making a mess on the sheets, falling asleep so full of him even after you cum. 

Imagine feeling all of that.

Your heart was racing as you worked yourself up, your sweet baby just wanted to feel all of you and you were just as desperate now. He’d been so patient with you, keeping it wrapped up even though he wanted nothing more than the rip it off and bury himself in you. It was time he got his reward. 

*****

Bucky crawled on top of you, his cock bobbing between his legs, reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. You bit your lip, your heart racing, as you grabbed his wrist, shaking your head. Time to give your baby what he’d been craving. 

His eyes grew wide, swallowing thickly, were you actually going to let him? 

“Baby...?” His voice was a whisper, blinking down at you, pearls of precum already beading at the head. 

“Do you want it baby” You cooed, reaching down to stroke his cock, moaning at the feeling of his soft skin. Your thumb swiped over his sensitive slit making him whine, bucking his hips into your hand, his brain short circuiting, was it actually going to happen?

“I want it babydoll, wan it so bad” He sounded desperate, his heart racing, his cock growing achingly hard the more you toyed with his cock. He’d dreamt about this, touched himself to this, humped himself on the mattress for this, he wasn’t going to rush a damn fucking thing if you were going to let him. 

Bucky was needy, but this was a different type of needy. His eyes grew dark, swatting your hand away. He pushed your legs up, spreading your folds apart with his fingers, your pussy on full display for him. You felt your body heat up at his intense stare, your soaked pussy glistening and already dripping. 

“S’pretty” He murmured, sitting back on his heels with his cock in his hands. He traced the tip your clit to your ass and back up again, his eyes rolling at the feeling of your bare pussy on his swollen head. “Ughhh, fuck baby” His head was thrown back, rubbing the tip in circled onto your clit, his precum making it wet, he wanted to slam into you so badly but no. He was going to make sure he dragged his cock over every inch of your pussy before filling you up. 

“Buckkyyyy” You whined, your needy hole clenching around nothing. You wanted his cock in you so badly but he tsked, shaking his head. 

“Shhh princess, just let me feel you baby” He moaned, letting his cock sit perfectly between your folds. He grabbed onto your thighs, humping and rutting his shaft on your pussy, getting it nice and soaked. 

“B-aby, it feels so good already, m’so sensitive, could c-cum just like this” He almost sounded broken, biting his lip while he looked down to watch his cock rub all over you, feeling so warm between your folds. 

“Bucky, fuck me, please?” Your glassy eyes finally broke him, if his princess was begging for his cock, how could he keep teasing her. He hissed, dragging his cock to your fluttering entrance, slowing pushing the tip in, nearly sobbing at the feeling. 

“Oh FUCKK” Bucky’s cock throbbed all the way in, his cock some how hardening even more. “Oh fuck, m’so hard it almost hurts babyyy” He squeezed the base of his shaft to keep himself from immediately cumming in you, sweat already covering his body. You clenched around him, desperate for him to move but he remained still.

“Move Bucky, please” You pleaded but he shook his head, hissing, feeling his cock desperately throb. 

“What the fuck are you doing to me princess” He groaned, holding his cock still. “I might cum just like this baby, you’re so warm and t-tight” Bucky held still for another minute before starting to slowly thrust into you, moaning with his lip caught between his teeth, his brows furrowed. 

 “Why did you keep this from me baby, you feel so good, fuck me, I can’t” Bucky’s body fell on top of you, fucking you faster, while you clawed his back, feeling the tip of his bare cock stroke your walls. He felt so warm, your mixed arousal already dripping down onto the sheets.  

You thought Bucky was filthy before but you had released a demon. 

He sat up again, throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping onto your calved while he watched his cock disappear into your walls. Your belly bulged each time he pushed deeper and it turned him into a menace. 

“Why do you feel so fucking good baby, huh? You make me wanna knock you up, I want to give you my babies”

Your eyes rolled back, your jaw slack as started to fuck you at an animalistic pace, lost in a deep fantasy with you naked and pregnant. 

“Angel, your pussy feels so good baby, God, you make me wanna cum”

“B-B-ucky, fuck me!” You cried out, your walls fluttering already at the brink of your orgasm. Bucky groaned, locking his eyes with you before spitting right onto your clit, smirking at the way your body responded, your slick gushing out of you. He flicked your clit, letting out a dark chuckle when you nearly came, whining when he pulled his hand away. 

“So needy” He whispered, tracing light circles that edged you further “You wish you could have my mouth there, huh baby, you love when I kiss and suck that sweet little bud, let my tongue trace circles on you while you beg to cum” 

You nodded, crying out when he fucked you harder. 

“I know you love it baby, can feel you gushing, promise I’ll make out with this pretty pussy next time baby, I’ll nurse off that sexy clit all night, have you screaming all night” 

You could only cry and moan in response, you had no idea what had gotten into Bucky, his pace unrelenting, his mouth getting filthier by the second. 

“Rub that little clit for me babydoll, soak me, cum all over my bare cock, get my balls nice and wet too” 

You rubbed tight circled on your clit, moaning louder as you felt your orgasm hurdle towards you. A strong tight pressure built at the base of your belly, your entire body pulled taught. You nearly screamed as you squirted all over Bucky, 

Bucky moaned, feeling your slick cover his cock, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. He’d starved his orgasm for as long as he could but it was impossible now, you were so fucking wet and warm and pretty and sweet and fuck he just wanted to give you his cum, get you pregnant-

Did he really-

Fuck yes. 

Your shaky legs fell off his shoulders as he dropped back on you again, pounding you into the bed. You wrapped your self around his body, his dominance faltering as he started to chase his high. 

“Babygirl, m’so close” He panted, growing needier as you carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp. Your soft touch and bare pussy made him feral, he wanted to fill you up so badly. 

“Don’t wanna pull out y/n, I wanna cum in you, fuckfuckfuck, my balls are throbbing, they’re so fucking heavy, don’t make me pull out sweet heart, please?”

“Fuck James” You moaned, your pussy fluttering around him again, the thought of him getting you pregnant unleased something inside you. You wanted his cum inside you, you wanted to feel it drip down your thighs. Bucky’s pace grew sloppy, the image of you pregnant was seared into his mind. 

“M’gonna make you a mommy baby, gonna give you so much cum, cock’s so full babygirl. know you can feel it, I’m dripping in you, fuck” 

“You want me to have your babies?”  You cupped Bucky's face, his glassy eyes desperate for all of you. He nodded, practically pleading with you, hoping you’d say yes because there was no way he’d be able to pull out on time. 

“Please? Please baby, just let me cum in you, will you have my kids mama? Please? You feel so good baby, don’t wanna pull out, m’already dripping in you”

“Cum in me Bucky, give me your cum baby, want your babies” 

“Fuck mama, you’re gonna look so beautiful when you’re pregnant” You could feel his tears dampen your neck, he was so lost and deep in his own pleasure, his sensitive cock ready to explode. “Fuck have my babies- OOOH FUCKKK!” 

Bucky sobbed-sobbed-, as he came in you, unable to keep his hips from rutting in and out of you. You moaned, feeling his warm thick cum fill you up, dripping out of you, down your folds and onto the bed. His cries of pleasure were muffled as he buried his face into your neck, still gently thrusting while moaning and whining. 

“S-so sensitive-oh god-its so sensitive”  He almost sounded like he was in pain, so deep in pleasure, he never wanted to pull out. You cooed at him while he held onto you tightly, letting himself soften while still deep in you, there was no fucking way you would ever be able to keep him from your bare pussy again. 

*****

You giggled while Bucky stared at the ceiling as if he was reeling in and out of consciousness. You thought you had an intense orgasm, but it appeared this had knocked Bucky down a few pegs, his skin still flushed, his soft cock still dripping onto his abs. 

“That was....”

“So good” 

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“We are NEVER using condoms again”

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[goose-duck]

Creepypasta incorrect quotes ⭐

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Nina: spirit Halloween opened up early and my poor money decisions are always open so I bought a bunch of stuff

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Jeff: so...are we the best or the worst?

Toby: yes, sir.

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Jeff: he doesn't have eyeballs bro- he probably doesn't have balls either...

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Nina: he's ugly, I love him

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Y/N: There's just something abt his lack of a mouth and being less fluffy that makes me want him

Toby: he can't scream

Y/N: perfect

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Jeff: best friends!!

Y/N: nooOOOOO!!!!

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EJ: I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice

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Y/N: heading into work~

*explosion*

Y/N: or maybe not-

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Nina: so romantic~

Jeff: *screaming*

Nina: romance <3

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Y/N: Jack, why am I in this room?

EJ: am I responsible for you moving from room to room now?

Y/N: yes.

EJ: then stay in that room.

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Toby: it's an elevator

Masky: this is a ladder, Toby.

Toby: imagination ✨

Hoodie: just because you put a sign that says "elevator" doesn't mean it's actually an elevator.

Toby: imagination ✨

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Y/N: but not me, because no one can get mad at me

Jane: I feel like in an hour we're all gonna be mad at you for something

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Toby: I made a house, what did you make?

Sally: a balloon

Toby: wonderful

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Jeff: just don't be blind

EJ: wow, you've cured me

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Toby: someone please take me off this fucking planet

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Y/N: Don't look at ceilings when ur tired. Never know what you'll see.

Toby: context, please

Y/N: Thought I had a fucking ceiling fan but it was just the balloons that I refuse to take down from my 13th birthday. I can't tell if I'm tired or stupid but I think either way it's correct.

Toby: it's probably both

Y/N: Exactly- It scared the shit outta me too-I saw it and was so fucking scared that I might have a ceiling fan in my room-

Toby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A FAN! ITS ON THE CEILING!!

Y/N: Y/N, Weakness: ceiling fans that may or may not be there

Toby: strength: walking in high heels, weakness: imaginary ceiling fans

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Hoodie: it's just a deer or something

Masky: bro, that is not a deer

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Jeff: *sees a spider* I should have just bombed the house the last time I saw one of you fuckers

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EJ: I'm doing good...im doing great...i have a headache.....

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Jeff: this is like when I threatened to steal your skin and bones and stuff

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Jeff: it's like if a heat stroke were a room

Y/N: me

Jeff: no, you're like if a heat stroke were a person

Y/N: oh

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Y/N: tree tops

Jeff: crispy

Nina: crispy tree tops?

Jane: why are they crispy?

EJ: why is everyone talking about trees??

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Jane: I'm moving the pumpkins, sorry, Toby

Toby: nooo, my life's work...

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Toby: would you be more offended if I got a mug of milk or orange juice?

Masky: milk.

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Jeff: they're all safety scissors, I don't think I can possibly be unsafe with them

*pile of about 10 safety scissors*

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LJ: I took some of his teeth and coloured them like candy corns

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Jeff: I'll steal ur hair, I'll take ur eyebrows and I'll steal ur skin too

Toby: please, that's all I have

Jeff: U have bones, mucles, veins, blood, cartilage and organs that I could take too

Toby: no thanks

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Hoodie: Masky is this big *puts his fingers together*

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Jeff: what are you doing dude?

Y/N: hugging? I think??

Jeff: it's weird...

Y/N: yeah, let's never do that again

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Y/N: die.

Toby: :0

Y/N: in a nice way..?

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Nina: I'm sure there's someone in Fabio who's named Russia

Jane: what?

Nina: yup.

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Jeff: I hit myself in the face with an eye!

EJ: give it to me!

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Ben: what the rational number?

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Toby: I think I failed at life...

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*Jeff and Toby leave the room*

Masky: well, that was a headache

Hoodie: which one?

EJ: both.

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*Jeff walks by*

Jane: look at him, he's greasy

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Y/N: why are you only offended when Jeff says something?

EJ: because it's Jeff

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Toby: well how's this right?

Jeff: because I'm here!

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Jane: I'm going to Halifax

Jeff: Hali-fuck you

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Sally: I saw a girl and she was young

Y/N: you're young

Sally: I'm 8

Y/N: exactly, young.

Sally: so you're a grandma?

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Toby: fellas, if you need me, I'll be living inside this cabinet

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Y/N: I'm afraid of togetherness

[icallhimjoey]

The Boy Is Mine (icallhimjoey's edition)

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Joe has work and cancels plans but, you know what, you can just come over and help him out, can’t you? It's nerve-racking and embarrassing but, ok fine, you can come over and help him. CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, anxiety, we make fun of joe because he’s a dork, full fluff

Author’s note: i had fomo for @carolmunson’s the boy is mine writing exercise, so i just went ahead and gave it my own rpf spin. pls go and read all the other wonderful editions here!

Wordcount: 1.8K

“Okay, so, to set the scene,” Joe was being exceptionally theatrical tonight. He’d sat you down on the sofa and used the floorspace on the other side of the coffee table as his stage. It was all big arm gestures, and exaggerated faces, and big steps, and this was meant to be serious business.

It wasn’t.

You could tell Joe was a little nervous, which in turn made you a little nervous too.

You’ve had to suppress a smile ever since you walked in and couldn’t seem to stop giggling at things that usually wouldn’t even remotely tickle you, big ball of nerves.

“We’re in a trailer. Think, a big holiday park. Sort of dreary, it all looks the same, just, caravan after caravan after cara–”

“You’re talking to me like I’ve never been on holiday before.”

“Well for all I know you haven’t, Miss Workaholic. I’ve never seen you put down your work–”

You shut him up with a hit of a throw pillow to his face. Joe didn’t even flinch, just let it hit him square in the face and drop to the floor before giving you a blank stare for a second, all unimpressed.

Made you laugh. Again.

“Okay. So. Trailer park.” Joe made big eyes at you like a teacher would, directing you back to the task at hand. To why you were even there in the first place.

“Trailer park.” you repeated, sitting up a little, being a good student.

Joe frowned as his eyes had to focus on the script he was holding, turning a page and then flicking it back.

“Yes. Trailer park.” Joe confirmed absentmindedly.

He took another moment to seemingly find what he was looking for, eyes scanning before he reached up to pull his glasses from his hair. You sat pretty and waited.

Everything about the situation was objectively hilarious.

Joe had had to cancel on plans he’d made with you because of some changes in his schedule and now he had to learn lines at the speed of light meaning he couldn’t take you out for a drink. You didn’t mind – yes you did – and you’d casually said you could come over anyway. Help him out. Read lines with him.

“You’d do that?” He’d asked, carefully hopeful.

“Yea course!”

“And you’d like that?”

“As much as hanging out with you in general is a massive chore,” you’d joked. “It totally beats sitting at home by myself all night.”

And so you’d been invited over.

And now, Joe was nervous. He had just the one script, and handing it over to you meant that you’d see the little notes he’d taken. The scribbles and the arrows that pointed to more little notes, and for some parts even little sad or happy smiley faces. It would reveal a bunch of uncool shit about himself, not to mention the fact that Joe was breaking rules. None of this was meant for your eyes.

“Traiiii...” Joe was having a hard time finding what he was looking for and you started to grow impatient.

“I think we’ve got the location down.” you laughed, then suddenly your face dropped and turned faux serious. “Or, sorry, is this part of it? Of how you learn? Is that why it takes you fucking ages to–” you had to duck to the side as Joe threw the pillow you’d launched at his face earlier right back at you.

“If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a problem.”

Joe handed you the script, pointed from where you were going to read lines together, and then picked up a small notebook from the table.

He cleared his throat, gestured with a hand that meant, calm down, and then started the scene.

You read from the page, and Joe tried to do the scene from memory as much as he could, only occasionally glancing at look at his notes.

It took a few lines for you to actually calm down. To feel the jitters inside of your body slip away.

Joe was blushing still, though.

He’d never done this with you before, and he definitely felt silly, playing pretend with a pretty girl in his living room. But when you kind of started getting into it, found focus and fed him little words when he got stuck, it turned into actual acting.

You stayed seated on his sofa, eyes on the page, and Joe was all over the place. Pacing, using wild arms, facial expressions all over, repeating lines in different ways when they didn’t feel quite right after saying them the first time and... this was actually kind of fun.

And then props were introduced, but all wrong.

Joe needed to make a call, the script said, and he just grabbed the remote control of the TV as his pretend phone.

You stiffled a laugh, just about.

Then up next, he grabbed a nice crystal wine glass, held it out to you and it became more and more difficult to keep your giggles inside as you read ahead at what he was about to say.

“I ran out of nice cups, is this okay?”

You pretended you were handed something atrocious. Or, well, you tried to, at least. It was becoming very apparent who was the real actor in the room. When the script called for a bite of cake, something that would leave vanilla frosting on his face, Joe just perfectly mimed the action, and you were shocked at how you could see it.

There was nothing there.

But there was, though.

Wild.

Joe barely had to look at his own little notebook the longer you went, yet your stumbling and stuttering through lines increased as you read them aloud. It slowly shifted the anxiety from Joe over to you, and you didn’t like it one bit.

It felt silly, because Joe’s growing confidence didn’t have to mean that yours slowly withered, but, that was exactly what happened.

Joe noticed and in a bid to make you relax, he moved around the coffee table before sitting down on top of it, right in front of you.

“Here, take it back a little,” Joe folded a page back in the script that you were still holding, and pointed, his voice soft and gentle. “From here again.”

Joe had pointed at one of his own lines, so you kind of waited for him to start. But then he stayed silent, and when you flicked your eyes up at him, he was smiling.

“You’re holding the script. You lead.”

Oh. Yea, okay.

You went through the same bit of a scene again, this time with your knees touching his. Joe spoke in a much calmer voice, much lower this time around. The vibe shifted and now, it had you blushing.

Fucking adorable, Joe thought.

It made him want to grab hold of your face as you read. Press kisses all over your cheeks. The bridge of your nose. Your eyes.

There was not a chance in hell that Joe was going to actually get all his work done tonight, but if he was being honest, you’d already managed to do more than he’d expected beforehand.

You fucked up a line and went, “Wait, no... jesus,” and took a second to start over. When it was Joe’s turn to speak, he stayed silent again, and it made you look up at him, only to see him stare at you with the most lovesick grin you’d ever seen.

Disgusting. How dared he.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You knocked one of his knees with yours.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Joe said, not changing a single thing about the way he was staring at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him and had to try really hard to hide a smile.

“Are you... are you getting off on me not being very good at this?”

Joe laughed, said, “No, you’re amazing actually.” before he leant in a little, clearly going in for a kiss.

It had you moving back.

“Um...” you held a hand up before you jokingly scanned the page in front of you. Turned it to check the next one too. “There’s no kissing in this scene.”

“Um...” Joe copied you, and was quick to take the script from your hands, turning it around so he could get a look himself. “Yea there is, actually. Look.” Joe pointed at a random line, and before you could even get a proper look, he’d already flung it to the side and lurched forward to get his lips on yours.

You shrieked into it, trying to kiss Joe back just as much as you were trying to push him away.

Joe laughed, and so did you, and you were just pressing smiles together for a second, giggling right into Joe’s cackles. He had to hold your face in both of his hands to keep you close.

“Maybe,” you murmured around kisses, “This wasn’t the best idea. I’m clearly not helping.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true.”

Joe kissed you harder.

“Liar.”

“I’m not a liar.” Joe sat back and made a face. Looked like a real douchebag as he scrunched his eyebrows together and smirked. “I’m an actor.”

You laughed as Joe reached to pick up the script he’d thrown to the other side of the sofa. Folded the pages back and handed it back over to you.

“Okay. So.” he got up, clapped his hands together and walked back over to his spot in front of the TV, notebook now discarded on the sofa. He was going to try without it. “We’re in a trailer.”

You smiled at him as you watched him try his best to get back into the zone.

“Trailerpark.” you confirmed, trying your best to match Joe’s vibe.

Serious business.

You frowned as you started again, but you were quickly stopped.

“Wait, sorry. Wait. Just, I’ve got to... hang on,” Joe planted a knee onto the coffee table and leant all the way forward. His hands found both your knees and he moved until he got to steal one last quick kiss.

Okay, two.

Three.

Quick, a fourth. Maybe a fifth.

“Joe,” you giggled.

“What?” a sixth.

“I’m here to help you work!”

“Well, then,” seven. “Stop being so fucking cute!”

Joe got a few more in. An eight, ninth and a tenth, before he scrambled back up onto his feet.

Joe took a second to smile at you before he cleared his throat. “Right. Trailerpark.”

You smiled right back.

“Trailerpark.” the end

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[jolapeno]

i wasn’t sure if I wanted to say something or not. but, I saw the post that @moonlitbirdie did here with the addition from @tonysopranosrobe and I guess it inspired me to be a little braver with my honesty.

because at the end of the day, this is my blog? it’s my thing I’ve taken and nurtured, and watered and made my own.

so lemme start with I’m aware it is humanly impossible to be everyone’s cup of tea, and I do not expect to be. but before the last week or so, I’d naively thought that if I wasn’t, those people would bow out politely from my life/space.

but that blog showed me that isn’t the case, and that sucked.

there are far more adjectives and words I’d love to say to describe my feelings on that blog and that situation. to describe the hurt and the sadness I’ve felt, not just for the words said about me but about moots, friends and others I see in the community I love being in. but I think I would never stop talking and we all have lives.

so I’ll get to the point of what this is.

normally, I wouldn’t address things publicly, but this time I want to put my foot down, to say a few things.

I might seem more confident in recc’ing myself, but that isn’t because I was faking it before. instead, it’s because I have good people in my life, and good friends who I might not have had before taking the time to let me hold some space in my life. who have reminded me that it’s okay to toot my fucking horn sometimes, and it doesn’t make me a bad person even if it feels bad.

they remind me that it’s okay to celebrate with cake when I finish a series I’ve worked really, really hard on. and those same good people are also ones who politely and virtually slap me when I begin talking shit on myself, who have helped me begin to forge a better relationship with the warring voices in my head—the writer who wishes to write and the girl with no self esteem who wishes to crawl into a ball each time she posts.

next, I know for some, it may have seemed like I was okay. that the normal posting on here was it running off my back like water. but it wasn’t. it was hard to come into a space where it felt like people hated me, and where people would send in asks about other people I’m friends with or care for or know. because even if it’s only a few asks, it feels like more, because I don’t know who is screenshotting and agreeing with it. and once you begin tumbling down that thought-cliff there’s no stopping you.

again, I’m aware I’m not perfect. i make mistakes, I try to learn from them, and I do not expect to be everyone’s fave person. but anon hate is not a thing I’d wish even on the people I personally dislike, and I’ve had it on and off pre that blog appearing. I’ve deleted and deleted, blocked and reported, and then that blog came and then it was out there, and I could do nothing. I just had to stare and read it, had to hope that people knew who I was.

and look, I say none of this for sympathy, but more an acknowledgment that not everything that stands past the ground shaking is stable. that people don’t always know or feel able to ask or share that they’re hurting. and then it’s isolating, it’s dark and it’s fucking lonely.

which is what leads me to my final thing, which is thank you. thank you to every single person who has reached out to check if I’m okay, to offer the option of a vent or a thot, and the ones that have even just sent love hearts. and also thank you to those who have thought about sending something to me or instead disputed or reported that blog.

I know on the post above by birdee and commented on by han mentions about checking in with people, and I just want to echo that point so loud. if you’re unsure what to do it this happens again (maybe not even now - god I hope - or in this fandom, but in the future) from someone who was mentioned, it’s check in.

similar to han (you worded it perfectly and I’m going to butcher it) it validated how shitty I was feeling, it allowed me to feel okay taking space to be mad and to be sad, because someone else was agreeing it was wrong. those things seem easy on the surface until your North Star has gone, until your upside down and topsy turvy. and if you’re reading this and thinking “bit fucking dramatic jo” then I ask you to kindly unfollow me, no hard feelings, or anything.

because in my eyes, anyone would feel a little disconcerted when their hobby doesn’t feel safe or provide the same comfort it did. when your hobby is the thing you look forward to, and then you can’t enjoy it because there’s a thousand thoughts running around and it feels so anxiety provoking. and yeah, I know there will be people who will go “it’s just tumblr” but I’ve been here a while, this isn’t my first rodeo here, and I just never wish for anyone else to feel like this. ever. no one deserves the hobby they love to be tarnished by shadows that shout and spew things, that you can’t fight back against, because you don’t know who they are.

but kind voices eventually break through and smother the unkind ones. they do. they have.

and I know for me, those check ins and messages brought me comfort when I needed it. they helped.

so if you’re unsure what to do, take comfort that a little love does help. it isn’t magic, it doesn’t fix it all, but it does make a difference, and that matters too.

[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader x Steve - Siberia Pt.1

Content Warnings/Kinks: threesome, non-consensual filming, sex pollen! (as consensual as possible for this trope!), hair pulling, praise kink, degradation, light ball play (just cupping), cum swallowing, oral sex (male receiving)

Siberia Pt.1

The tension stretched tight between Steve, Bucky, and Y/n as they walked together through the murky, dark hallways, trying to get out of the Siberian fortress. 

“We’re going the wrong way, I think we need to—” Bucky suggested softly. 

“Not we aren’t” Y/n Stark snapped, her deadly glare silencing him in an instant. 

“Y/n…” Steve began. 

“Don’t start with me, Rogers” 

Her hackles were up and both of them could tell. And after the information she’d just learned, about the death of her grandparents, they couldn’t blame her. A minute later, the hallway they were walking down suspiciously turned into one large, long cage. They stepped forward tentatively, entering the space. It was then that the large metal door closed behind them, locking them in with a loud click of the bolt. 

“Y/n Stark, Captain Rogers…” an accented voice spoke through an unseen speaker, “…Sergeant Barnes” 

“Zemo” Steve growled quietly. 

The fact that Zemo wasn’t done playing with them yet, made the pit in Y/n’s stomach sink even lower within her. 

“You might think that the information I’ve shown you today is enough to ruin the Avengers forever” he started ominously the speaker, “But I believe what I’m about to film you doing might just be the cherry on top…” 

A yellow substance suddenly flowed into the space, coming from the vents. 

“Cover your mouth” Steve ordered then. 

Both Y/n and Bucky complied, sucking in a quick breath before covering their mouths. Y/n’s eyes watered as the dust overwhelmed the space, filling every corner, even slipping past the bars of the cage into the hall beyond. When she couldn’t hold it any longer, her throat straining for breath, she finally sucked in the mysterious substance. She was almost instantly dizzy, the dust making her thoughts fuzzy. What was happening? Why were they here again? 

“Y/n” Bucky’s voice punctured the haze. 

When her eyes met his, warmth spread from her cheeks down to other places much deeper inside of her. She looked from him to Steve, finding the heavy weight of their betrayal was gone, instead replaced with an intense wave of lust. 

“It’s sex pollen” Bucky strained, his voice tight as if he was struggling to resist what was surely about to happen. 

Y/n sauntered towards Steve, who looked equally worried, placing a soft, expectant hand on his chest. 

“Y/n…” he started. 

“Shh,” she silenced him with a longing kiss on his cheek, “I know what you want, what we all want…Captain” 

She sunk to her knees before him, her hands trailing down his chest until she reached his zipper. 

“Please Y/n” he groaned, his hands instantly gripping the sides of her face as if he couldn’t help it. 

“You don’t have to beg Steve” she chided as she took out his cock from his pants, “Not when I’m happy to give myself, my mouth to you willingly” 

His hand reached down to pull at hers, his jaw clenched, “You don’t really want this…Y/n stop, it’s the pollen”

“I don’t care” she stated plainly though she released him, instead leaning back slightly and opening her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.

“Fuck—” he groaned at the sight of her wet mouth ready for him, “You’re killing me baby” 

A strong hand then gripped her hair from behind, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and yanking her head back further so that she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling. Bucky Barnes stood above her, apparently unable to resist the substance as well. 

“If you don’t fuck her mouth now I will” he growled at Steve, his gaze menacing. 

She met his eyes, glaring back at him. She was mad, yes, about the things that he’d done, the murders he’d committed, but that didn’t stop her muddled brain from thinking she needed him burying himself deep inside of her more than she needed oxygen. 

“Please Steve…” she whined, returning her focus to him and opening her mouth even wider, allowing him entrance. 

She moaned onto his tip as he finally slid the first half of his large cock into her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste of his salty pre-cum. 

Pulling against Bucky’s tight grip, Y/n slipped her wet mouth up and down Steve’s shaft, swirling her tongue in one teasing motion around his tip every time she reached it. Bucky adjusted, loosening his hold on her slightly so that she could run her tongue underneath Steve, from his base to the very top. 

“So good baby” Steve praised her skill, his hips gyrating with each movement, each flick of her tongue. 

Little by little, she took more and more of him, until her mouth was as full as possible, her throat gagging on him. His deep groans only encouraged her, helping her to push herself onto him, taking one more inch, and stretching her mouth to its maximum. Her mouth was tight and wet around him, and as she bobbed up and down she could tell he was getting close to his release. 

“Keep sucking him doll” Bucky ordered from behind her, his hands still in her hair. 

She moaned onto Steve’s cock, her hazy brain mad at the fact that Bucky commanding her, telling her what to do, completely turned her on. Steve’s hips bucked forward, his short, breathy moans and his body language telling her she was sucking him off perfectly. As she felt him pulsing she bobbed up and down his length, taking him in and out of her slicked mouth, the wet sounds filling the air. 

“Cum for her” Bucky’s husky voice instructed, tugging her head back as she prepared to take Steve’s load. 

When he started to cum she didn’t stop, instead cupping his balls, feeling them in her hands, this final pleasure sending Steve over the edge. 

“Fuckkk” he groaned as he came, his voice low and rumbly. 

Y/n took him as deep as she could, allowing his salty cum to splash and trickle down her throat. She sucked up his shaft, coating him in his own cum before popping off of him to swallow it, not once breaking eye contact with him as she did. Steve panted, his breathing ragged and his eyes dangerous. 

“I can’t believe I almost stopped you” Steve breathed before his hungry lips crashed onto Y/n’s, pulling her up to meet him. 

They moved together as they kissed, stepping backward until the backs of Y/n’s knees hit a shorter surface. She broke away to look back and see a wire-framed bed. The mist of the pollen made it so that none of them considered why exactly it was randomly in the cage. Two sets of strong hands now gripped Y/n as she started to situate herself on the rickety furniture. 

“Ass up doll” 

[propertyofwhitney67]

Winter + Incest prompt pls just-(with Genderneutral reader if possible?)

He is your grandpa. He had your mother when he was 18 and he married your grandma right away, then your mother had you as a teen mum and he kicked her out, something he always regretted, he tried to find her but couldn't and now... here you are. He knew from the moment he saw you you were his granchild; You look just like your grandma. You are the only family he has, you are the light of his life. Everything about his relationship with you screams "This is wrong" he is so much older, your teacher AND your grandfather! Still. There he is, balls deep inside you.

My Grandfather

Winter x Gn!Reader

Prompt event: Incest

Words: 897

Tw: Incest, age gap, student/teacher relationship, smut

Note: I did my best to keep this Gn when it came to the smut. I love this old man so much >:)

I’d come to terms a long time ago that I’d never find my family, I was abandoned and no one came looking. I was ok with that, I was ok with being alone. So imagine my surprise when my history teacher pulled me aside one day and claimed to be my grandfather. I was skeptical at first, but we shared a few features. The stupid nose, the eyebrows, etc.

I think the most fucked thing was before he told me I wanted nothing more than to fuck this walking fossil, and I still do. I easily got past the incest thing after hearing his confession in the temple's confessional, he wanted me too. Maybe we’re both sick, but I don’t care. Nobody has to know he’s my grandfather, I’m an orphan after all.

After the revelation, I started staying after class. At first it was just to get to know each other and learn about my family, but slowly changed into lingering touches and looks. The sexual tension was palpable, but neither of us was willing to make the first move. It took a while but I finally gathered the courage to make the first move, things moved quickly after that despite his fear of being caught. 

Winter’s voice pulled me from my daydream, “I need you to stay after class.” I only smirked in response, knowing exactly why he wanted me to stay. 

Robin nudged me with his elbow, “Are you going to be ok?” He’s noticed how often I’ve been staying after despite being the best in class. “I can wait if you want.” He asked as the bell rang.

Shaking my head, I reassured him with a smile. “I’ll be fine.” 

Robin nodded with a smile, knowing I can take care of myself. “Ok, I’ll see you at home.”

I waited for all the students to leave before going up to Winter’s desk at the front of the room. I easily jumped up and sat on top of all the papers he was working on, “You wanted to see me, sir?” 

Winter only sighed at my behavior, putting away his pen and focusing on me. “You’re such a pain.”

“You’re the one that wanted to see me, grandfather.” I smirked, teasing him about our family relations. He hates when I do that. He doesn’t like thinking about it, but I love to tease him.

He frowned, leaning back in his chair. “Be a good grandchild and bend over.” It seems I’m in for a treat today. It’s not everyday he wants to fuck his grandchild.

I could see his cock hardening as I jumped down from the desk, only further messing up the papers he was working on but he didn’t care at this point. “Yes sir.” I kissed him on the cheek before bending over and shaking my ass. 

Winter groped my ass for a little while, making sure I was needy before he actually fucked me. It didn’t take long after that for him to pull off my pants and underwear, leaving my lower body bare to him. 

The soft sigh he let out always got me, it was full of love and care. He loved me in a way he shouldn’t, it was sick and he fought it daily. “Winter…” I whined lowly, hearing him undo his pants. He didn’t say anything as he teased my tight hole with his cock, causing me to gasp. 

He rubbed my hip and leaned into my ear, “You have to be quiet.”  

I whined again, pushing back against him. “I will…”

“Good.” Winter whispered, slowly inching his cock in my tight hole. Despite his age, he has decent stamina. He’s also very skilled and knows my body better than anyone, he knows my limits and when I can’t take anymore. 

I cursed, “Fuck...” his cock stretching me out perfectly. He’s the only one I crave now, he’s ruined every other cock for me. Not even Kylar’s huge cock was good enough.

“Watch your language. It’s not becoming of a young person, especially my grandchild.” He grunted, his grip on my hips tightening as I squeezed his cock. I didn’t have a comeback as he set a harsh pace, letting out all his frustration out on my body. He’s been conflicted about our relationship and doesn’t know how to deal with it. Oddly enough he took it out on my tight hole, but I wasn’t complaining.

Winter made sure I came first before cumming himself with one last thrust into my tight hole. He rested his head on my shoulder for a minute, keeping his cock buried in me. I whined loudly as he pulled out, cum leaking out of my tight hole and down my thighs.

He only shushed me, leaving my leaning over the desk while he found something to clean me up. When he was done, he helped me get dressed and pulled me onto his lap. He praised me, “You did good.”  

I hummed, kissing his cheek and resting my head against his shoulder. “Thank you, grandfather.” He sighed but made sure I was comfortable before picking up his pen and going back to his work. It was times like this I was happy to have been orphaned, otherwise I’d never be able to do this with my long lost grandfather. We’d never have this kind of relationship if I wasn’t.

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

[faghubby]

Christmas Miracle

"Paulie come here" Morgan called from the bedroom. I stopped what I was doing and rush to her.

"I have decided to give you the best Christmas present ever" Morgan told me. "But first I want you to make yourself all girlie" she teased stepping close to me. She kissed my neck. I wasted no time first jumping in the shower to touch up any loose hairs I might have.

Morgan had helped me explore my submissive nature over the past two years. It had started as a game, but grew. I now exclusively wore not only panties but often a bra and stockings as well under my clothes. Morgan had tought me how to do my makeup and hair. Having me dress fully as a woman most weekends. Morgan and I had not had traditional sex in almost a year. Instead often lesbian sex. Using toys on each other and me orally pleasing her. On rare occasions she would stroke my dick. Morgan also cuckold me. But we didn't talk about it. As she put it, "it is none of your business what I do with men"

As I got out if the shower I found a red Christmas dress waiting for me. Along with sexy red lingerie. I got dressed. And did my makeup. I looked very sexy in my Christmas outfit I thought. Morgan was dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt when I found her. I towered over her in my 3 inch heels.

"You look perfect" Morgan smiled.

"Now, I decided for Christmas I am giving you freedom" she smiled. "No more hiding, I am going to help you introduce Paulina to the world." She told me. I was a bit worried.

"So we have an appointment to have our Christmas pictures taken. She grabbed her keys and led me to the car. I had been out dressed before but she drove to a local shop and made me go in. The photographer knew all about what she wanted posing us with me in the submissive role. Sitting with Morgan above me. Or playful where Morgan lifted me up. Morgan was happy with the pics. Not even letting me look. She chose one for a mass online card to everyone we knew.

"Paulina, come hit send" she told me. I hesitated.

"You know you want everyone to know, I think the family already suspects" Morgan told me. As I stood there the photographer reached under my dress. Startled I hit send.

"Do you want him" Morgan whispered in my ear. She didn't wait for an answer she pushed me to my knees. I had never sucked a real cock. Only Morgan's toys. I reached up and unzipped his pants. And pulled out his cock. Morgan stepped away as I took his cock in my mouth.

Meanwhile I heard my phone start digging like crazy. Morgan laughed

"OH everyone loves the pic baby. Even your mom" she told me.

"You seem to be enjoying Brad's cock baby" she said as I gagged on it. Just then he grabbed my head and pumped his load down my throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough gagging and coughing spitting his cum all over myself.

"Paulina you need to learn to swallow" Morgan said. She pushed me back to his cock. "Clean him up at least" I licked his softening cock and balls clean. I felt ashamed of what I had done as I stood up.

"Don't worry baby, I will find you lots of cocks to suck" Morgan told me. I was rock hard in my panties it showed thru the tight dress.

"Someone really liked sucking cock" Morgan giggled as Brad zipped up his pants and unlocked the door. I had not even realized he had locked it. Morgan led me out with cum still on my dress and my dick rock hard bulging my dress. Morgan read me my messages as I drove home.

"Your boss said you look pretty" she laughed. "Maybe you could work out a way to get a raise"

"John, says he can't wait to fuck me again" Morgan commented about my cousin

"Your mom said she loves the dress, wants to know if you will be wearing it to Christmas dinner" Morgan kept answering the messages but didn't tell me what she replied.

"Wow, Joe (my best friend) has a big cock" she said showing me a dick pic he sent me. When we got home we saw our neighbor staring at us with disgust.

"Go get the mail" Morgan told me. I walked to the end of the driveway. When I came inside. Morgan was stripped down to just her plain white panties.

"You where so naughty. Sucking Brad's cock" she told me. She picked up a leather strap.

'What is that for?" I said my voice shaking.

"Call Joe, ask him to come over and fuck you" she told me. She wrapped the leather strap gently around my neck.

"call Joe, if you don't want to let him fuck you, ask him to come fuck me" she told me. I picked up my phone.

"Hey sissy" Joe said as he answered.

"Joe, um you have a nice cock" I stuttered. Why did I say that?

"well thank you" he laughed.

"Would you like to come over?" I asked softly

"Be there soon" he said and hung up.

"You didn't ask him" Morgan said taking the leather strap.

"Bend over the couch with you panties pulled down" she ordered me. We had never even spoken about this. But I did as she said.

SMACK the strap stung my ass. I jumped.

"Don't move" Morgan said as a second blow hit.

"Want another or are you ready to admit what you are to the world" she asked. I didn't want another that was for sure. She squirted lube in my ass.

"when Joe gets here tell him what you did with Brad and ask him to help you do better" she told me. She shoved a large plug in my ass. She had me kneel by the front door and wait. Joe knocked a few minutes later I just said come in.

"Don't you look hot" Joe said.

"I tried to suck a cock today, but couldn't swallow. Will you help me?" I said. He dropped his pants he wore no underwear. I took him in my mouth.

"OH yes, suck my cock, you can suck it everyday if you want to" he told me.

"Hello, Morgan" Joe said I went to turn my head but Joe help my head on his cock.

"Your wife is so hot" Joe told me. As I continued to suck his cock. Morgan came up behind me and pushed on the plug in my ass. I moaned around Joe's cock.

"Like this Morgan said taking Joe's cock and sucking on it then put it back in my mouth. And his balls sweety. Lick and suck his balls. I did as she instructed. She then whispered in my ear.

"Joe will you please Fuck Morgan for me, she needs a man to fuck her" I pleaded. Morgan kissed my cheek and stood. joe carried her to our room and locked the door. I sat and listened to then fuck. Morgan moaned and cried out several times. As I heard Joe grunting.

The door opened suddenly and Joe appeared. His cock hanging soft. He waited a moment. Without a word I licked him clean tasting both his and Morgan's juices.

"You are a bitch now" Joe told me. As he went to gather his clothes from the front hall. I found Morgan in bed.naked her pussy red and swollen with Joe's seed leaking from it.

"Do you want to clean me? She asked. I just buried my head between her thighs without a word.

"You can never go back, everyone knows" Morgan reminded me. As she had me clean out all my male clothes from my closet.

[sadhornyygirl]

God... yes

-I'm going to fuck your tight cunt so hard everyone will be able to hear, he whispered against my lips. I felt two of her fingers slip inside me, and it felt like little fireworks were going off in my stomach. He had learned my body so perfectly.

-oh my God. Was all I could say. He pulled his fingers back and sucked on my clit like there was gold hidden under my skin. -cum! I was screaming.

-Yes? Do you like it? He asked me against my swollen clit.

-Yes! Fuck yes! He kept working on me until I screamed, -I'm going to come! Fuck! After I was done, he pulled his hard cock out and rubbed the tip up and down my pussy.

-I'm going to fuck you now. Like the little bitch you are, he told me. Then he pushed his big cock deep into my pussy. -MMM…you're so tight…and wet. He stood still for a long moment, just feeling me. Then he started to move. Fuck, he started to move. He was fucking me as hard as he said he would, and it was amazing. -Holy crap. You like it, don't you?

-yes, fuck yes, I want to! I groaned excitedly. I liked him like that, all horny. For some reason, it felt good to have that in him. I know it was cruel of me, but despite how kind he was to me, I wanted to have power over him like he had over me. I know I got him sweeter and nicer than anyone else, and he was less dry and less cold when he had his balls deep inside me, and I liked that more than I wanted him to know. -Billy, I'm going to come again. UGH, I'M SO CLOSE!

-good. Come on, my dick, he had that stupid grin all over his face.

-Okay, okay, I'm coming! I let out another scream and came on his cock.

-you're a desperate bitch, you know that? He spat at me as he turned me onto my hands and knees.

- I know, I know, I whimpered back at him. I felt the head of his cock rub against my asshole. -Oh my God, put it on, please. Billy, please. Please put this on, I begged. Sometimes he just teased. He liked to see me squirm and be disappointed. He wasn't the type of guy who just wanted to see his girlfriend happy.

-Shhh… If you're good… he said back to me, still rubbing the tip around my asshole.

-I'll be good. I'll be so good.

-you promise?"

-I promise! I swear to God, I promise. I could basically hear his smile as he pushed his cock - dripping with pre-cum and wet from being in my soggy cunt - inside me. It felt so good. I was rubbing my clit while he pushed my ass, and after a few minutes I started to feel him come again. - I'm getting close. It feels so fucking good, I told him.

-No. Wait a minute. OK? I'm going to come with you, he told me.

-I- ugh- I'm too close! I groaned back.

-I said no, he scolded me. -daddy will go with you. I stopped rubbing my clit and took a deep breath. I relaxed as best I could with an almost nine-inch cock in my ass and after what felt like forever, Billy told me he was close.

-OK, baby. I'm going to come, he said. I let myself fall into the pleasure. It felt so good, I came a third time. I was screaming so loud and coming so hard, it felt like the world could hear me. Billy was moaning, and I could feel his throbbing cock fill my ass with cum. God, he was good at sex. We lay there with his cock inside me for a while. He kissed my neck and I almost fell asleep when he pulled out and thrust his cock in. back in his pants. -Go wash up, he told me.

[munchmemes]

glass animals lyrics, I Love You So F***ing Much edition

▸ make it burn. smile as the knife is turned. ▸ i'll begin at the beginning. ▸ and [they] kissed you, you were finished, two months in a minute. ▸ you always fall asleep just before the movie finishes. ▸ when's it gonna end? maybe when you're dead? ▸ maybe you're a fool but [they] loved you. ▸ roll those credits 'cause the sequel's gonna hurt. ▸ that's how revenge is served, make it so cold that it hurts. ▸ i guess you're right that you live and learn. ▸ all that shit i learned from you, kindness spilt like milk and juice. ▸ so blindsided by the truth, in some way i was sure you knew. ▸ those scars must really run deep. ▸ i just got thrown in the trunk of a blacked-out 1999 corolla. ▸ i'm so happy, this is just where i wanna be. ▸ true love. what a fucking beautiful shit-storm. ▸ if i survive, i'll do this again every summertime. ▸ such a night exciting hijacking. what a lovely little time we've had, really took me by surprise. ▸ what do you think about when you think about love? ▸ i'm dumbstruck when you're tender. ▸ it tears through my head, does it haunt you too? ▸ lucky, lucky you 'cause i'm fortune's fool. ▸ i don't think i realize just how much i miss you sometimes. ▸ we were young and so in love. ▸ i don't see the point in a subtle romance. ▸ i'm only really me when i'm here with you. ▸ you just want something kind. i want corruption. ▸ truth hurts when it points right at you. ▸ sit down now for some ground rules, thank you. don't talk, that's it, just one. do you think you can handle that much? ▸ been a great gun fight. you drew blood, i set myself on fire. ▸ get a few ball gags, they're on three for two. ▸ i just want something wrong. i want indulgence. i just wanna make it out alive. ▸ you got big ideas, they're as shit as you. ▸ i'd say 'burn in hell' but they'd hate you too. ▸ what is that you're wearing? oh, it's too much booze. ▸ now scuttle home, go and lick your wounds. ▸ do you want love? do you want lust? ▸ i like you, like you like your drugs. ▸ oh, too late, my love. you blew me into star dust. ▸ object disappearance, it's a true phenomenon. forget me and i'm gone. ▸ i can't give you back your innocence. ▸ freedom at last, i know you wanted it. but freedom don't last when you've got no one left. ▸ that's just one more thing about you i don't need in my life. ▸ i still wonder sometimes what would we have been like? ▸ i can't take away your bitterness. i can't give you back your tenderness. ▸ it was never good enough. we were never good enough. it was never really you. ▸ i always thought it was only the two of us. ▸ which one is you? is anything true? ▸ when you get home, who'll i get? i don't know when you'll explode. ▸ maybe it's just a strange time that i found you in your life. ▸ maybe i can learn to like all that i find terrifying. ▸ i knew it and my heart burst. you're so much more than i deserve. ▸ long ago, probably in a galaxy not far from home, i bet there's a version where we're happier. ▸ whisper me the reasons that you hate me. ▸ one day you'll move on, put me in a drawer. i'll just be a ghost in photos on your phone. ▸ i think we're formed from old lego in a bedside drawer where the stray things go. ▸ i'm a dreamer too. paint over the sad bits, i know that you do. ▸ i swear that i try just to get it all the right way. ▸ there's no fixing this. thanks for all the fish. ▸ i miss that noise you make when you sleep. ▸ i've had enough of today's emotions. why can't they just leave me alone? ▸ am i acting normal? am i being fun? ▸ did i say too little? did i say too much? i wanna scream at the top of my lungs! ▸ my monologue's out of control. ▸ i found the hole where the happiness goes. ▸ you know i'd do anything for your and now i'm here and i'm hoping for sun in the afternoon.

[agathah]

Hey!! Obviously I fucking love your work. I have so much of it queued up right now.

I just wanted to apologize on behalf of some of the IWTV fans who have been harassing you. I want to let you know you’re valid and you don’t need to answer to anyone about your work or how you present it. EVER.

Idk what’s up with our fandom, but there is so much unnecessary hatred and entitlement going around. Draw/paint whomever you want, however you want, and with whatever tags you want. Anyone who can’t handle your authentic self expression can LEAVE because they don’t deserve it. Fan art is for the artist and/or anyone PAYING you for custom commissions. If they’re not giving you money, they need to learn to cope with the extremely minor inconvenience of scrolling past content they don’t like.

Sorry if this turned into a rant. I’m defensive on your behalf because I appreciate your work so much, and it’s childish for the fandom to bully its own creators into submission. You are keeping us fed with content, and we get to view it for free on your blog. You are generous and prolific and seem genuinely kind. Not to mention, you put so much work into your craft. You don’t deserve this condescension, especially from people who don’t even have the balls to come off anon.

Whew. Sorry about that against lol I need sleep.

(Several fellow IWTV creators have had to give me this speech, and it helped me, so I hope it helps you too. Since the season ended, many people have gone feral in a bad way. It’s the loud minority of fans, and I hope you I hope you know your real fans will go to bat for you.)

oh this made me so emotional, thank you so much for your words. I appreciate them and you so much. I genuinely feel so seen by you, and by everyone who has been supporting me lately. It's truly something I could never thank you enough. And the fact you took your time to write me this beautiful message? Ah yes I'm soft haha. And you're right, I shouldn't even bother answering those harassing comments, I just feel so scared of being misunderstood, because I never, ever have bad intentions while posting my art, I post it because it makes me feel more like myself, and because I want people to express themselves through it just like I do. I feel a strong sense of community in the iwtv fandom, that's why I work hard to give you guys content, because I relate to you and I have the opportunity of showing you how I see and interpret this universe. Again, thank you so much for this, it was really important to me 🖤

[gxldenlush]

Wedding date || c.s

part2

pairing: bestfriend!chris x fem!reader

summary: y/n needs a date to her competitive sisters wedding

warnings: use of y/n, nickname (ma), nc touching (hand on her hip), [very] short fight, sibling argument, random names for sister & her husband

A/n: I’m not sure how many parts thee will be for this but let me know if you want me to keep going with this. i’m giving Emma a colour too this time

Pink=y/n

Orange=chris

green=Emma

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“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to talk to you… you look really sexy tonight…”

“Excuse me? Did I miss a chapter? You just married my sister!”

James laughs and steps closer “c’mon don’t be like that”

“Back up, you’re drunk James. Just go back to Emma, your goddamn wife. Drink some water and sober up.”

He doesn’t listen to a word I say, stepping closer, his hand going to my hip. “No one will know.” He leans in one to whisper “Our little secr-”

“Hey! You gotta learn the concept of no, dude!”

James turns to see Chris stood just a few steps away, his face fuming and his its balled up tight. “Hey man, she came onto me.”

“What? That’s a lie! You followed me!”

“Who’s gonna believe you?” His hand sqeezes my hip enough to bruise, Chris notices this due to the look on my face and he shoves James out of the way.

To which James drunkenly retaliates with a punch, Chris hardly even stumbles, the punch not even fazing him. Chris grips onto the collar or James’ suit jacket and shoves him against the wall.

“Chris! Just leave it!”

He doesn’t even acknowledge my words as he speaks to James through gritted teeth. “Stay the fuck away from her, or we will have a fucking problem. Understand?”

James’ only response is a harsh glare, Chris lets go of him and he stumbles away. Cris instantly turns to me, his hand touching my hip gently, a total opposite to how James had grabbed me.

“You okay? Hurt? Anything?”

I let out a shaky breath, shaking my head. “I’m fine, I just want to leave now. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, let’s go.” He puts his arm around my shoulders to guide me but it stop him.

“Wait”

“What is it?” He looks concerned

“I haven’t peed yet, I’m dying to go” He shakes his head and aughts at me. “Go. I’ll wait here”

I mutter a quick “thanks” and i rush to the bathroom. Once I close the door, I lean my back against it for a second, pulling myself together before sitting on the toilet, while I eye, I let out a few tears, but I stop myself and wi my tears away before finishing up and going out into the hallway again. Chris flashes me a gentle smile. “C’mon, let’s get out of here” he holds his hand out which I take gladly.

Before we start walking, I lightly pul him to face me, I put my had on his reddening cheek. “It’s fine, doesn’t hurt that bad” He reassures me as though he knows what I’m thinking. “I just can’t believe he punched you, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, okay? Let’s go, you can stay at my place tonight”

We walk back to the marquee, I spot my sister talking to my mother. “I should let her know I’m leaving”

“alright, I’ll come with you.”

We make our way over to my sister, i interrupt her conversation politely. “Hey Emma, Chris and I are gonna go.”

“Go? Why?”

I stay quiet for a second, unsure of whether to tell the truth. “Just tell her, ma.” Chris mumbles from beside me

“Tell me what?”

I sigh before speaking. “Em, James followed me to the bathroom an-” I’m cut off by my, now raging sister.

“Stop. Don’t say another word. Why can’t you ever be happy for me?”

“I’m always happy for you Emma. That’s not the point”

“No, the point is that, you can’t stand to see that I’m better off than you so you try to ruin my fucking wedding!”

I’m stunned. She doesn’t even believe her own sister. “Em, he punched Chris, look at his fa-”

“Don’t. Don’t fucking speak. Not to me, not to my husband, ever again. Get out of my life, and stay the fuck out. Got it?”

I don’t even try to defend myself at this point, knowing that she wont even let me finish my sentence, let alone believe me. “Okay, fine. But before I get out of your life I want to say one thing.”

“What!?” She snaps

I keep my tone calm “You’re not better off than me, I have a good life. A good job, amazing friends, though the family department could use some work” I spare a glance to my mother, who has always sided with my sister through ur entire lives “and I have Chris” His head turns to me quickly, surprised that I’ve included hm as his own reason. “He has always been there for me when I need him, he is the only family I need. I don’t need you, I don’t rely on you. Quite frankly, Emma, I haven’t seen you as family for a very long time. Goodbye, Mrs Blake.”

I don’t even give my sister time to retort, nor my mother. I turn on my heel, taking Chris’ hand again and walking away. Out of the marquee and towards my car. Once ere in the car, Chris finally speaks up.

“I’m so proud of you, y/n.” Those words make my heart swell.

“You are?”

“Yeah! You finally stood up to Emma, you’ve wanted to do that since you were a little girl, right?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true… But maybe I should’ve have told her about James…”

“Yes you should have. No matter what kind of person she is, she deserves to know that kind of think about her husband. Now it’s on her to do the right thing”

I nod and start the car. “Are you sure you don’t mind if I stay over tonight?

“Of course I don’t mind, anything for you ma”

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I drive us back to Chris’ house. His brothers, Matt and Nick, must be in bed due to the lack of lights on in the house. we go into the living room and I plop myself down on the couch with a dramatic sigh.

Chris sits on the coffee table infront of me, he lifts up my foot and takes my shoe off for me, then the other, he puts my heels neatly on the floor at the end of the couch. He then moves to sit next to me, I lift my feet onto the couch to be under me, my knees bent and pointing in his direction, Chris puts his hand on my thigh.

“How you feeling?”

“I’m okay, a little shaken but not too bad. I just can’t believe I finally said that to my sister after so long”

“I’m really proud of you, ma. Tonight was fun, until Emma’s husband got handsy”

I smile at the memories of tonight. “Yeah, it was fun”

“I enjoyed being your fake boyfriend”

“oh yeah?”

“mhm, maybe a little too much” He smiles. I know that smile. It causes nerves and butterflies to dance in my stomach.

Before I can react, he’s leaning in closer. I don’t even process what’s happening until his lips meet mine…

To be continued…

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Road to Success

"You know, they should just, like, close that place down." Alden said and took another deep drag. Devan, his pal, nodded eagerly and waited for Alden to give him the blunt.

Both young men sat at their usual spot in the park opposite of the big Financial Applications Partnership bank and smoked weed. Other guys in their age were probably in college right now, learning for their future, but not those two. They started smoking weed together back in high school and had not stopped ever since. Learning, working or earning money was such a foreign concept for them. Sure, they had their part time jobs to pay for rent, but it was not something they enjoyed doing or wanted. It was a necessity in that exploitative capitalistic system they had to live in that didn't let two fine young men do what they wanted all day long. In their case, this was relaxing in the park and smoking weed. Fuck the system, really.

"Or really, all the banks." Alden continued. "Who needs money anyway? Right?"

Finally, he passed the blunt to Devan who took a drag and smiled.

"Yeah dude. Money is the worst."

Then, he made a serious face for a moment and asked. "But imagine, dude. What would you do if you had like, a ton of money? What would you buy?"

Alden was distracted for a moment by a glittering object next to his old sneaker. When he picked it up, it was a shiny coin, sparkling in the sunlight. He pocketed it quickly. He kept his money in his pocket because he believed that wallets were for rich people.

Too late he realized that Devan had asked him a question.

"Sorry dude", he smiled, "what were you saying?"

Devan shrugged and took another puff before passing the blunt over again.

"If you had, like a million dollars or even a billion. What would you do with it?"

Alden thought about it for a while, then answered honestly.

"I'd probably spend it all on weed." Then he smacked his forehead. "No, wait! I probably couldn't smoke all that weed by myself, right? So, I would just buy everyone weed, tons of weed."

Devan laughed heartily.

"Yeah man. And we could have parties every day!"

They both laughed at the idea of having parties every day. That sounded great to them.

"But how would I even get so much money?"

Devan looked around and pointed the building at the other side.

"Perhaps you'd work at the FAP bank?"

Both laughed again, the notion was ridiculous.

"Then I would probably, like, need to go to college or even university, right? That sounds like so much work."

Some subtle changes occurred to Alden's face. His hair straightened itself and his beard got a little less messy.

"Yeah, and look at you, you wouldn't even be accepted by university. Not with these dirty shoes of yours." Devan joked and took the blunt back. Neither of the two men found it odd in the least as Devan’s own shoes dissolved suddenly, leaving him bare-footed. Shortly after, his feed became black and leathery, becoming clean black lace up shoes.

Alden nodded and got out of his shoes, putting on the new ones that were Devan’s feet just a few moments ago.

"But if I were in university, I would probably ace all my classes, because I'd be really smart. And don't forget I'd play baseball. I'd be the star of the team and win all games."

This time, the changes were more extreme. Alden’s body pumped up with muscles and his new shoes transformed into cleats.

"You would need proper baseball pants for that. No way you could play with those torn jeans."

Immediately, Devan's pants vanished and revealed his legs, balls and cock, which quickly began to change. While his legs became a pair of white baseball pants, his cock and balls hardened into a sports cup and jockstrap.

"Duh, of course." Alden was already discarding his old pants and fastened the athletic cup around his groin with the jockstrap before he pulled up his new pants.

"It would of course take a while to graduate, but I would surely be top of my class. I could apply at the bank then."

Alden quickly gained a few years and his whole appearance became more cultivated. His beard disappeared and his hair became well-groomed and dyed blond.

Devan, who was now literally only half the man he used to be laughed. "As if they would even consider you if you showed up in a t-shirt. A button-up is the least they'd expect."

Immediately, his torso flattened and folded in on itself, depositing his head on the bench with the blunt still in his mouth. What was once his arms and chest formed into a neat white button-up shirt.

Alden nodded seriously and changed into his new shirt. He looked smart and neat now, with his muscles straining the shirt just the right amount.

"Of course, I can't expect to make a fortune from one day to the next. It will take me at least 20 years of hard work to establish myself in the company and raise through the ranks to upper management."

Even his speech pattern was different now, but his changes were not quite over yet. His hard earned university muscles degraded somewhat again, as more and more years piled up in him, leaving him a mid-40s ex-jock. Still attractive, but with the hard cold eyes you need in order to be really successful.

"Just imagine wearing a tie everyday..." Devan joked, as the last part of him, his head, changed and transformed into a blue silk tie.

Alden nodded politely and quickly put on his tie with movements he did a thousand times before. Then he grabbed his cigar that had fallen to the bench next to him and sighed. That cigar did cost more than other men earned in a month. Still, it had fallen to the dirty bank, so he would have to throw it away. It didn't matter. He was successful and rich now, what did he care for people less successful than him?

He straightened his expensive suit and walked back to the FAP bank. Time to make more money.

If you like the theme, be sure to check out my other stories of the same kind!

[bisexualfemalemess]

BRIDGERTON SEASON THREE PART TWO SPOILERS

I’m actually not ready for this because it’s the last episode of the season and still so angsty but of course it has to be.

Already can’t do this. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE OPENING SHOT IS COLIN BROODING ON THE SOFA WHILE DRINKING HIS TEA FUCK OFF???? 😭😭😭 Communicate please??? Or at least look at her, colin. I actually can’t handle this. WORST MINUTE OF MY FUCKING LIFE, NOW HE’S FUCKING OFF TO BRIDGERTON HOUSE BECAUSE HE WISHES TO LEAVE????? MAKE UP OR I WILL KILL MYSELF!!!

Fuck off, cressida, not her knowing about lw and black-mailing her??? So much for her redemption arc. Not her telling portia??? Like that’s not your place???? Someone needs to give our baby a break. Aww, portia’s character arc is actually so important to me like not her thinking penelope just always left because her social battery died and she just let her be, that’s actually so cute. I swear if portia turns on her now too i’ll kill myself again, at least we got peneloise back though so maybe i won’t actually. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO PETTY TOWARDS HER ONCE THEY FIND OUT ABOUT WHISTLEDOWN??? LIKE THAT IS STILL THE SAME GIRL YOU KNEW MINUTES BEFOREHAND YOU JUST KNOW MORE ABOUT HER NOW???? At least penelope immediately tells colin this time so he cannot be petty about it.

DOES DANBURY KNOW??? Is this how we get agatha x penelope friendship next season??? Agatha bridgerton coming home????

Ooh a finch x dankworth ball??? Interesting. Oh? Francesca and john moving to scotland?

STOP BROODING COLIN AND TALK TO YOUR WIFE JFC! I love how eloise isn’t choosing sides, our baby girl has truly grown. AH! ELOISE SO TRUE “do not let your marriage be the scar.” Queen behavior, peneloise and polin soulmate-ism. Aww Poor baby pen sounds so tired of all the shit that’s happening to her. I love how they’re trying to figure out how to get penelope out of this situation and i love how colin ‘my wife’ bridgerton made an appearance even though he’s angry with her, 🗣️ He will not stand for anyone blackmailing his wife 🗣️ they’re all so shocked that baby girl’s filthy rich. ALSO LET HER FUCKING SPEAK. this is her mess, she was not looking for help just support and all of a sudden her opinions don’t matter anymore :( Y’all need to let go of your anger towards lw and try to support pen instead of trying to fight her battles for her. She’s just standing in the corner watching as they’re talking about her and what to do :( at least involve her, don’t ignore her and cut her off. Jesusss.

And Benedict’s having a threesome again, interesting but unnecessary.

Protective Colin bridgerton but he’s still angry with her :( “to hear word from home. From penelope, in fact.” STFUUUU STFUUU STFUUU JUST MAKE UP ALREADY WE DON’T NEED ALL THIS YEARNING AND ANGST AND PINING WE GOT ENOUGH OF IT IN PART ONE :((( Aside from that I’m actually so fucking happy that he essentially just called penelope his home, I’m actually gonna combust. I hate how he’s still trying to separate penelope from whistledown “penelope’s no villain” and then he goes on to say that he gets her hate for whistledown???? Did we not just learn that they were the same person, colin? CRESSIDA I STILL FEEL INDIFFERENT TOWARDS YOU BUT BLESS YOU FOR CLOCKING HIS TEA!!!!! “You do not sound as if you hate whistledown. You sound as if you are jealous of her.” PREACH IT! He shut that shit down to fast, like the moment he’s gonna admit that to himself he’s gonna be able to forgive her. THAT FUCK ASS WIG I HATE IT SO MUCH. PLEASE THE RESHOOT WIG MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A KEN DOLL LIKE ITS SO PLASTIC 😭😭😭😭

PENELOISE SCENE I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BACK. “tell me what you are reading?”With eloise grabbing her hand? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 WAR IS SO TRULY OVER. Colin literally fucked up so bad, not cressida asking for double 🙄🙄🙄 Also penelope’s dress in this scene is so gorgeous. Aww, he’s willing to lie to Benedict for his wife so that the cressida drama can stop. PLEASE JUST MAKE UP YOU IDIOTS. Awwww eloise grabbing her hand in support. I just know peneloise and polin will mirror the christina x meredith x derek dynamic from grey’s with Eloise just bursting into their home unannounced and colin will understand but still be so tired of it.

STOP CUTTING TO BENEDICT THREESOMES THEY HAVE NOTHING TO ADD TO THE STORY IN THIS EPISODE 😭😭😭😭😭

Honestly the lady danbury and violet friendship is so special to me like violet did not care that she was running around with her dad and Agatha loves her more than her brother, that’s so cute.

STOP IT RIGHT NOW THE POLIN SCENE LIKE HE WANTED HER AND HE LOVES HER BUT HE CANT BE WITH HER UNTIL EVERYTHINGS FULLY OKAY BETWEEN THEN BECAUSE HE’S A DEMI SEXUAL KING. THEY NEED TO MAKE UP SO BAD SO THAT THEY CAN MAKE UP FOR THEIR WEDDING NIGHT.

STOP IT HE LOOKS SO DISTRAUGHT SLEEPING ON THE COUCH AND PENELOPE FIDDLING AROUND WITH HER BRACELET AS SHE SAYS SHES GONNA SPARE HIM THE CONFIDES OF A SHARED CARRIAGE ACTUALLY SHUT UO THE ANGST IS TOO MUCH :(

AWW PENELOPE’S LETTERS MADE A COMEBACK. THE FACT THAT HE KEPT ALL OF HER LETTERS WHERE IS MY COLIN BRIDGERTON????

PENELOPE MY QUEEN GETTING TO SEE SOME OF HER MOMS WORST SIDES AND POPPING OFF ON HER. Mother-daughter bitch off! “Oh and from whom?” Well, her family actually. Portia crediting penelope and apologizing for overlooking her, the development is so cute. “We must do better.” So true actually and the fact that it’s coming from portia just shows her development.

Francesca’s wedding was actually so beautiful and her heart to heart with violet beforehand was so cute. Polin sharing a look during francesca’s and john’s wedding and penelope subtly touching him with her shoulder, i’m gonna throw up. STOP THE ANGST.

the bridgerton siblings being chaotic and teasing each other is something so dear to my heart actually.

Penelope’s outfits this episode are all actually so gorgeous, she looks so ethereal in this season in general but especially in this episode. No not her seeing a genuine smile on colin’s face during their wedding party and her smile slowly fading. The angst is angsting.

Aww penelope loves his family so much. The study scene is actually so… “then how am i meant to help you?” “By loving me!” Pop off, pen. Might need to bash his head into a wall a couple times though because our baby boy is very stubborn right now. Like it’s so special to me, her speech is sooo dear to my heart. HANDS, HANDS, HANDS! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Oh? Penelope writing to the queen AND Violet? What is going to happen?

Lmaooo Benedict got one taste of men and he could not stop. I’m actually crying, my favorite pansexual, (i love you but please stop taking screen-time from polin during their own damn season the irony of people complaining polin got too much screen time last season and now during their own season they barely get as much scenes as the previous leads) IM CRYING BENEDICT DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT WOMAN LMAOOO.

Aww a benedict and eloise swing scene, so on brand. Real el back not giving a fuck about fitting in anymore because she got pen back. ELOISE IS A LESBIAN I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH AND I WISH BENEDICT SHARED WHAT HE FOUND OUT WITH ELOISE SO THAT SHE WOULD KNOW THAT IT’S OKAY 😭😭😭

Penelope’s ball dress looks so gorgeous. AWW SHE PAID FOR THE BALL 😭😭😭😭 SHE’S SUCH AN AMAZING SISTER DESPITE ALL THE SHIT THEY’VE SAID AND DONE TO HER OVER THE YEARS. Not my poor baby standing on the sidelines again 😭😭😭 Where’s colin when you need him???

Oh, the queen showed up. SHE’S PISSED???? PENELOPE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??? AWWW. Penelope revealing herself to the ton, girl boss. Her entire speech is her admitting her flaws and defending herself in the same breath. She’s one of the best, if not, the best written character on the show and it is about time the haters realize that. The fact that she keeps eye contact with El and Colin while defending herself but also assuring them about their own insecurities while doing so 😭😭😭 I’m crying, Colin actually smiled at her, he looks so proud of his wife 😭😭😭 Stfuuuu. Are we getting that make-up? PENELOPE MY QUEEN INTO THE LIGHT INDEED! AWW THE QUEEN ACTUALLY PARDONED HER OH MY GOD.

The ton needs to stop whispering if you have anything to say, say it to her face, The Featheringtons showing support and phillipa demanding that varley releases the bugs to save her sister from embarrassment 😭😭😭

Colin i’m so serious when i say go to your wife and ask her to dance. AWW THE DANBURY-PENELOPE SCENE. I have hopes for a friendship in season 4. She knew all along and kept the secret 🥹🥹🥹 “who loves the Bridgertons more than I” Especially her soulmates colin and eloise 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Aww penelope and her mother are actually so important to me “my girl” OH MY GOD THAT SCENE FROM THE TRAILER WHERE SHE LOOKS SO FONDLY AT SOMEONE AND THEN TURNS TO SEE COLIN WAS WITH PORTIA. SHUT UP THATS SO CUTE.

She looks so worried, please make-up i swear to god. “That i would not object to an annulment if you requested one.” COLIN WE HAVE 14 MINUTES LEFT IF YOU DO NOT SHUT THAT SHIT DOWN AFTER EVERYTHING SHE’S DONE TO SHOW YOU SHE CARES I AM PERSONALLY GONNA BASH YOUR HEAD INTO A WALL REPEATEDLY.

Oh never mind, the shock on his face, like that was never even a thought to him. He was always gonna stay married to her. FINALLY “you are her.” It took him a while to get there but he finally accepted that part of her and it’s so cute. His speech is actually so…he’s such a healthy male character, the only man ever actually, like you will not be able to find a man that is so in touch with their feelings that he can admit he was jealous and that you’re actually a braver, better person than he is. COLIN BRIDGERTON THE MAN THAT YOU ARE🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ this speech is so dear to me.

STFUU THE PARALLEL TO EPISODE ONE

Episode 1: “Goodbye, Mr.Bridgerton”

“Pen, i….”

Episode 8:

“You are a very good man, mr. Bridgerton.”

“Now, will you please do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

STFUUU HE ACTUALLY CALLED HER MRS BRIDGERTON THAT IS A WIN FOR ME. Them dancing together will always have a special place in my heart, especially since everything’s resolved and they’re all giggly.

Oh, Eloise moving to scotland with francesca, oh my god. OH??? Francesca bridgerton, i know what you are and Michaela stirling i did not realize your game. Welcome to the sapphic club, fran.

OH????? Penelope riding colin!!!! Yay! I wish they kept in the longer version of the scene since this was apparently originally part of a montage but i’m so glad they finally got their shit together and consummated their marriage. Penelope loves colin’s chest hair so much.

OOOOH? Masquerade ball. Ben’s season next?

Pen’s and eloise goodbye hug was so long actually, they’re the cutest. Penelope’s little wave to her, my peneloise heart 🥹🥹🥹

“Goodbye.” SHUT UP

Oh my gosh, the epilogue. Polin had the heir so fucking cute. THEIR MARITAL BLISS IN THE EPILOGUE THEY’RE SO SICKENING ACTUALLY. Aww phillipa wants her daughter to be a writer so cute. POLIN WRITER COUPLE AND PENELOPE SUPPORTING HER HUSBAND IN WRITING AND PUBLISHING SO TRUE . NO STOP THE TRANSITION FROM JULIE ANDREWS TO PENELOPE’S VOICE WAS ACTUALLY GENIUS I’M GONNA THROW UP.

ALSO THE SYMBOLISM OF PENELOPE AND COLIN HAVING THEIR FINAL KISS BASKED IN SUNLIGHT IN FRONT OF THE WINDOW WHERE SHE USED TO SPENT HOURS TRYING TO SPY INTO HIS ROOM IM GONNA CHAIN MYSELF TO A TRAIN TRACK ACTUALLY.

Yours truly, Penelope Bridgerton

That’s it, i’m checking myself into a mental hospital now. What the actual fuck.

Wow. Awww guys all i want is playing during the credits that’s so cute 🥰

I actually don’t know what to do with myself for another two years until we learn what these characters are up to again. Like this season was actually so special to me i am dying for more especially more polin since they cut that short for some benedict awakenings and setting up for his season but i am glad for the bits that we did get.

Overall i do not have too much criticism for this season so i give it a solid 9.5/10