#thanks for the tag btw carnival :) | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

snarkwrites · 4 years ago

Text

ssw | embry call; you don’t have to be gentle. | mature.

NOTES:

So... This is the final part to the little mini story with Embry and Merisa... For now. Mayhaps I’ll revisit them from time to time, who knows. If you’re still with me after that downer of a cliffhanger ending yesterday, I’m happy -surprised, but oh so happy, and I truly hope you enjoy this because I enjoyed writing this.

I had to fight myself tooth and nail NOT to turn this into an alpha/omega + imprinting thing, btw. But I managed not to.

PROMPTS:

Prompts used for these six sexy words one shots are either taken from [here] or [here] at my choosing. I don’t take requests for characters / prompts for these but... If you just want to send me requests, I do take headcanon requests, fluff and filth alphabet letters. [ request rules / fandoms here ]

The prompts I used here are as follows: Claim me. Mark me. Own me + You don’t have to be gentle.

FANDOM/CHARACTER:

Twilight, Embry Call x Imprint!OFC, Merisa.

OTHER PARTS:

For those of you who want to see them... This whole series kinda turned into my own self indulgent thing, tbh? Anyway:

[ he looks down. she looks up. ] | [ let me take care of you ] | [ everything about her turns me on ] | [ when he says your name ] | [ when whispered words leave you breathless ]

WARNINGS:

{NSFW CONTENT. NO MINORS.} consensual but unprotected sex between two adults, oral sex - male giving, biting / marking, body fluids & that’s pretty much it.

Minors, this was not written for you. You shouldn’t be reading it. If you are and you stumble upon something upsetting or that you can’t handle after being clearly warned here... That’s on you, lovelies. Not me. Nobody made you keep reading.

TAGGING:

@kyleoreillysknee is the only person on my Twilight tag list. If you’d like to be added to it, ( I’m gonna be writing more for them most likely, I’ve been feeling it lately, idk mannn..) please let me know or add yourself to the doc linked below. If you’re not on my taglists, you won’t be tagged, fyi.

OTHER STUFF:

[ faq | feel free to send me stuff | sfw masterlist | nsfw masterlist no minors. | taglist doc ]

I haven’t seen Embry in a little over two weeks, since the night of the carnival. I still can’t get my head around what he showed me and what I now know but I do know one thing… Not seeing him has been really, really hard for me.

I’d almost given up on it, if I’m being totally honest. I had to fight the urge to go to him almost daily. I kept telling myself if he wanted to see me, he’d come to me. That I’d probably messed everything up with my reaction.

If I hadn’t before that, going overboard with the flirting.

My grandmother’s voice cut through my thoughts and I looked up from the television set. Pausing the episode of General Hospital I had recorded to see what she wanted or needed. Managing my best smile even though lately, that’s the last thing I’ve felt like doing lately.

“Don’t you get tired of laying around here, moping?” she asked as she stepped into the room. Shaking her head as she grabbed the remote and used it to turn off the little television. “Get out there. Go do something. I don’t care what it is, mermaid.”

I pouted at her, letting my mouth drop open as I pretended to be shocked and hurt by her suggestion. “Are you seriously telling me you don’t love me anymore?”

“You know that’s not true. That’s not what I said at all.” my grandmother sat down. I gave a soft laugh and spoke up. “I know, I was kidding. I just�� I haven’t been in the mood lately.” I shrugged it off as if it were nothing.

“If you’re moping over that bum in Seattle, mermaid, he’s not worth a second more of your time and energy.”

“Oh. Trust me, I know. This has nothing to do with that. I’m just kind of… Resting.” my original thought pattern was maybe if I offered up the few injuries and aches I had left up for an excuse, she wouldn’t push for anything more than that.

Because it’s been a little over two weeks and I still can’t fully process what happened that night. Or how badly my lack of an actual reaction and how easily I gave in and let him bring me home might have made a mess of everything. I didn’t even try to push him into talking about everything. Explaining what it all meant.

I didn’t know how I’d even begin to explain anything to my grandmother without sounding like I was losing my goddamn mind if I’m being perfectly honest.

“In order to rest, one needs to actually do something first. What’s really going on, hm?” my grandmother wouldn’t be my grandmother if she didn’t push on regardless. I sighed and shrugged. “ I’m just dealing with everything that happened.”

“Mhm?” she was trying to get me to keep talking but I went quiet. Sighing. Telling her it was stupid and most likely, I was just fully comprehending my mother’s death. Which wasn’t a lie. My memory was almost fully back now. I could remember everything. Including the fact that the years leading up to her death, she and I had a very strained relationship… Because like my grandmother and I tried to do so many times with her over the years whenever she’d get all wrapped up in the actual worst kind of man or circumstance, she was trying to steer me away from Greg and rather than listen to her, knowing she had more experience in life than I did, I chose to isolate myself. I chose to tell her time and again that I was an adult and that Greg wasn’t all the men she’d gotten entangled with during my childhood. So the last few months I could’ve been mending fences and reconnecting with her were spent in tension filled occasional check in texts or calls instead.

Like mother, like daughter. That thought came bitterly and it hurt like hell to acknowledge. Because my mom went to her grave with the relationship between her and my grandmother totally unresolved. Because like she attempted with me about Greg, my grandmother tried and tried again with my mother and her choices. Only interfering one time. And that one time was because it was a question of my safety. And this cost my grandmother a relationship with my mother because nothing was the same after that summer.

I explained all of this to my grandmother and as I finished, she hugged me and sighed. “You can’t hold this in for the rest of your life, mermaid. But I know that is only a large part of whatever has you so down… and given that I haven’t seen a certain mechanic around at all in nearly three weeks, I’m going to assume that things didn’t go well on your date?”

“Oh, they went… Right up to the point where I proceeded to get impatient, want what I want and push the line…” - a half truth was better than nothing.. Because if I hadn’t laid it all on the line, he wouldn’t have felt so bad about keeping what he had to keep from me.

,, stop doing that. You can’t be blamed for everything. You were shocked. You’re still trying to figure out how to react to what you know… But if you wait too long..” the thought came and like usual, I tried to shove it down again.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I went overboard. I told him how I felt. I poured it on entirely too thick and I probably scared him off.” - taking the blame was infinitely easier than explaining the full truth to my grandmother. How did I even begin to tell her what I knew? And on top of that, the fact remained that I wasn’t supposed to tell. And if you’re not his imprint, you’re not even meant to know to begin with.” that thought surfaced.

And it hit me. When he showed me the wolf side that night, he’d been telling me so much more than that.

And my reaction?

While a natural one, probably wasn’t the best one to go with. I should’ve at least made him fucking talk to me. Explain everything. I should’ve pushed for him to tell me everything instead of agreeing to come home that night.

“Fuck.” I buried my face in my hands.

Why couldn’t I have realized that tidbit say, almost three weeks ago? Before it was probably too late to try and fix everything?

“Language, mermaid.”

“Oh, trust me, grandma. This is definitely a situation worth the F bomb.” I muttered, shaking my head as I laughed at my own stupidity.

“Maybe it can be fixed?”

“Oh, I doubt that.”

“You say you’ve realized how short life is thanks to your mother dying and nearly losing your own. All I’m hearing is that you haven’t learned anything, mermaid. How will you know if you don’t try?”

I took a deep breath. Mulling over what she said because honestly, she wasn’t wrong…

And then, before I could stop myself, I was standing. Bolting down the hall and into my old bedroom. The first thing I did was take an actual shower. Then I threw on that sundress. And before I could change my mind or talk myself out of it, I bolted out the door, right past where my grandmother sat, watching her soaps. She called out after me, “I won’t wait up, mermaid.”

I didn’t stop running until I stood on his front porch. Banging on the door.

“Open the door you stubborn ass man. Open the door and listen to me.”

Not a sound.

Not even a hint that he might be home.

I sighed and stared at the door for a few seconds.

Sitting down on the wooden bench to the left of it. Laughing at myself because naturally, I’d finally stop dragging my feet and do something to fix this if I could and he wouldn’t be home.

“I am such a fucking idiot, I swear to God.” I sighed, resting my head on the top of my knees.

I sat like that for a few minutes. Then I heard a motorcycle approaching in the distance. And the fight or flight kicked in all over again. But I fought back against it. Rooted to where I sat.

Determined.

Watching his motorcycle get closer to his house. My heart about to beat right out of my chest. But underneath the excitement.. Calm. Like I was doing the right thing, even if it did turn out to be too late.

The motorcycle came to a stop in his driveway. He hadn’t noticed me yet. I knew the second he did because his entire body tensed. His eyes darted around in every direction before finally settling on me. Intent. A little stunned, from what I could tell.

“So..” I called out, going quiet shortly after because I just didn’t know what to say. I had no idea where to even start.

“What are you doing here?” Embry asked the question quietly. Not in an angry or annoyed way, but more or less in a tone of defeat. Like he’d given up on me coming around ever again. “You saw what I am…” he went quiet. Up the stairs in the blink of an eye.

Towering over me. Keeping his distance but I could tell he wanted to be closer. I knew I wanted him closer. Every part of me was literally crying out for it. I needed him.

Wolf form and all, Embry Call is the man I love.

“And I don’t care, actually.” I admitted after a long and heavy pause. “I mean, I care.. But the fact that you happen to transform under the light of the moon doesn’t bother me. It’s.. Gonna take some getting used to.”

He blinked in shock as he processed what I’d just said. As soon as it sank in, he stepped closer. Filling the space between us. His hips pinning my lower body between his body and the wall my back was pressed firmly against. He raised a hand, resting it palm down against the wall as he stared down at me. Quiet.

“I know it’s probably too late and I should’ve.. I don’t know, I should’ve done literally anything but what I did the night you showed me the wolf but.. I’m losing my goddamn mind, okay? I.. I can’t think about anything else. I was really in love with you, okay? And I still am. And damn it, when you absolutely shut down and refused to let me…” my words were cut off by a thick digit pressing against my lips to silence me.

He swallowed hard, his eyes leaving mine and settling on my lips. “Wait.. you love me..” he muttered in a daze. Bringing his eyes back up to settle on mine. His body molding completely against mine as he leaned in closer.

“What part of that did you miss? Because I’ll happily say it. Over and over. Until it gets through your stubborn rock skull. This whole you turning into a wolf thing is.. Look. It’s a lot, okay? But it’s not too much. Not when I need you and I love you... I know what I want. And I’m not leaving until we’ve at least talked.”

“What do you want, huh?” Embry asked. Staring down at me expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

“You. I want you. Wolf and all.” I answered quietly, my gaze dropping. Settling on worn floorboards beneath my dirty and bare feet. Embry followed my gaze down and snickered quietly to himself.

“Woman, where the fuck are your shoes?” he glanced up at me, shaking his head. Grumbling about the fact that I wasn’t wearing any shoes. And I knew him well enough to know that this was Embry, stalling. Because he didn’t know what to say or do.

“Look. I came down here on a mission. I didn’t have time to stop and grab shoes, damn it.”

“Baby, why..” Embry chuckled, the beginnings of a grin forming on his face as he guided my face up so that I had no choice but to look at him. “ I know you came down here on a mission but seriously? There’s broken glass in the road.”

“I’m pretty tough. I mean.. I did live through a pretty wicked car accident.” I bit my lip, staring up at his mouth helplessly. Swallowing hard and getting wet when one glance into his eyes clearly revealed that yes, he’d caught me doing so.

“Yeah, don’t remind me about that, okay? I don’t even wanna..think about that night again.” he went quiet. Ghosting his free hand up and down my side before letting it rest against my hip. Using his grip to pull me against him. I melted into him with zero thought or hesitation. And then, I happened to put my full weight down on my left foot and promptly swear to myself quietly. “Son of a bitch. Ouch.” I raised my foot and the light glistened off of a practically microscopic shard of glass lodged in the skin.

Wordlessly, Embry scooped me up. Carrying me into his house. Sitting me down on his sofa. My eyes darted around the place, smiling softly to myself at all the pictures and the way it felt almost equally as cozy and like home as my grandmother’s little house did.

And before I could stop myself, I was imagining a future with him. Something I hadn’t dared ever do before. Something that suddenly occurred to me, I wanted.

Embry walked back into the living room with peroxide, a wash rag and tweezers and I pouted, shaking my head. “This can wait.” I protested. Tried to pull my foot away, but Embry got a firm grip on it, resting it between his thighs. Holding it still as he looked down at it, inspecting it closely until he found the tiny glass shard.

“Okay, look at me.” Embry guided my gaze up to meet his. Then he looked down. “Don’t stop looking at me, okay? And do not move your foot. Stop moving, Merisa or I’m never gonna get this out, baby.” Embry muttered in an even and firm tone. Stopping to look up at me with one of the most commanding looks I’d ever seen him give.

“It’s..” I hissed as the tweezers scraped over my skin, grimacing. Gritting my teeth because apparently, it was dug in there deep. “It’s fine. It can totally wait, c’mon.”

The way he’s called me baby twice now.

I don’t dare get my hopes up, do I?

The splinter of glass came free and I unclenched myself. It hadn’t hurt that bad at all.

“Was that so bad?” he asked. Staring at me.

I shook my head.

My eyes were lost in his all over again. And the tension was back. Heavy. Filled with things we needed to say.

“Embry.” I muttered after a long and heavy silence. Embry looked up at me, biting his lip. “Yeah?”

“When I told you that I’m yours and all you have to do is try, I meant that, okay? I don’t say things I don’t mean. And all of this.. I mean… Forget it. According to the legends, if you imprint, it won’t matter anyway…” I trailed off because I realized that I’d come all the way down here on a barely thought out whim. In the hope that maybe he’d been trying to tell me so much more than simply the fact that he turned into a wolf at will.

My anxiety was starting to kick in now and I had no idea what to do or say. I didn’t even begin to know where to start. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I needed to get out.

“It will if I imprinted on you.” Embry muttered after a few seconds. Staring down at my foot in his lap intently. Taking a few long and shaky breaths. Waiting.

Now it was my turn to be shocked.

Because that’s what I’d been hoping he was trying to tell me when I bolted all the way down here in a rush earlier. But I’d braced myself to hear everything but that.

“Wait..” I trailed off. My mouth opened and closed as I raised a hand, tousling my hair and pushing it out of my eyes.

,, You were right. He told you what he was that night. He showed you because you were his imprint.” my brain was practically taunting me.

“You sound like that’s a bad thing.” I was confused.

“It’s not. I just… I never thought it would happen. Kind of convinced myself that I’d rather know I love the person I was with without that side of me coming into play…” Embry trailed off.

“Oh.” I started to stand. Thinking that he meant something entirely different than what he was getting at. I was at the front door when he pressed against me from behind. His hand covered mine. Lowering it down from the doorknob.

“Don’t go. Just.. Let me get this out.” he muttered quietly against the shell of my ear as he turned me around to face him. Putting my back against the front door with a soft smack.

“I have been driving myself crazy. I’ve been trying to tell myself that it was just the imprint. But it’s not just that. I love you. I need you, okay? I just.. I don’t want you to think that genetics are the only reason I’m with you. I wanted to take time and like.. Prove that.” Embry fidgeted a little, raising a hand to drag it through his hair. Resting that hand against my face. Dragging his thumb over my skin as he softly pressed his forehead against mine.

When his mouth met mine this time it was deep and slow. Clumsy. Needy. His hands were wandering all over me. Finally stopping to rest across my ass. Pulling me up his body.

“I know it’s not just genetics, okay? I trust you.” I answered as we pulled apart to breathe. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling up in his hair. Using my grip to pull his mouth back against mine all over again. “I love you too. And I want to see where this goes. We can figure this out as we go. I just.. I know what I want.” I gazed at him as the kiss broke a second time and we pulled apart, panting for our next breaths. Trying to pull ourselves together.

He grinned bright at my words and I smiled too. Snuggling myself against him.

“I do too.” he answered after a second or two of little pecks and soft kisses peppered on my face and Embry touching me anywhere he could get his hands. Stepping over to the sofa and sitting down. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled me as close as he could get me. Making me barely catch a whimper as I rubbed right against the way his cock strained and pushed at the jeans he was wearing. When I did it a second time on my own free will, Embry groaned. Bucking himself up into me. Fingers digging into my ass. Guiding me over the bulge before either of us really stopped to think it over or calm ourselves down.

And honestly, I didn’t want to.

Every single time I rubbed against him, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. Whimpering and whining. Begging. I wound up pressed against the sofa, Embry’s body settling between my legs to keep them spread. He gave a quiet growl as he stared down at me and settled in, pressing into me completely. Pinning me beneath him. But barely pressing his full weight into me, almost as if he thought he’d break me or I was made of glass.

“ You don’t have to be gentle.” I muttered as my lips danced over his neck, leaving little marks behind. He sucked in a sharp breath, gazing at me as if wanting to be absolutely sure I was okay. That I wanted to go farther.

As if I intended to stop him.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” Embry muttered, his words coming out in labored pants.

“You won’t.” I mumbled, letting out a gasp as rough,warm hands slipped up the bottom of my little yellow dress. His palm settling against my aching wet sex. Massaging me through soaked panties. My fingers dug into the couch and his shoulder as I rocked myself up into him.

His mouth crashed against mine hungrily and his hand started to move faster. Pressing against my dripping core. The little friction it gave was just enough to make me want more. Just as I started to rock against his hand a little faster, breath catching in my throat, he started to slow down. “Easy, baby. Not yet.” he coaxed, making me pout up at him. His thumb rolled over the outline of my lips and I closed them around it, sucking. Making him growl out “Fuck.” as he bucked himself right against me. His nose pressed against my neck as he breathed in deep. My fingers dug into the cushion on the sofa just a little more. His hand settled against my cunt again, cupping. Rubbing slow and careful. So slow that the ache settled between my thighs doubled. And the more I tried to rock myself faster against his moving hand, the more he pressed his hips down into mine to attempt to keep me still. When he stopped again just as I started to get just a little closer to orgasm, I whined. Begging.

His mouth buried in mine, swallowing up the sounds. He moved his hand, growling when it came away wet. “You smell so fucking sweet. I wonder...” he mumbled lazily against my lips as the kiss came to a gradual stop, “If you taste as sweet.” gazing down at me with a hungry look in lust shot dark brown eyes as he licked his lips. I could feel my cheeks heating up. My thighs were so slick they slipped off one another if they brushed together. Embry worked my dress up over my hips. Pulling me up to finish pulling it off. Leaving me in only the pair of red panties I was wearing. He pulled away to stare. A hungry look in his eyes as they moved over my body.

My fingers curled in the hem of a thin gray tank top he was wearing and I started to work it up, letting it hit the floor of the living room once I’d pulled it over his head. He slipped off the couch, standing in front of me. His hand lowered to the waistband of his jeans after he’d kicked off heavy soled boots, letting them settle on wooden floors with a soft thump. He unfastened and unzipped his jeans, letting them hit the floor around his ankles at which point he kicked them free.

My eyes widened as I could see the size of the bulge strained against a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. ,, is he even going to fit?” the thought came, accompanied by a fresh rush of slick as it coated my panties and slicked up the insides of my thighs even more. He was lowering himself back down again, hovering over me. His forehead resting against mine as he muttered quietly, “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“Baby..” I started to argue that I knew he wouldn’t, but he shook his head and repeated himself firmly. I nodded, agreeing to let him know. He settled himself on top of me gingerly, again being too careful. Not wanting to press into me too much. But I wanted friction. I wanted to feel his body engulfing mine. Hard muscles against my soft skin. I grabbed a hold of his hips, pulling him down on top of me even more. He rutted himself against me with a low hungry growl that hung in the air between us, only drowned out by the sounds of his mouth as it worked over my body. Starting at my throat. Working down. His hands roamed up my sides, pushing my breasts together and his mouth latched on. Licking,kissing and sucking. Making me whimper his name and rock myself up into him, the ache building. Throbbing.

By the time his mouth was down to my navel, he was reaching between us, the silent rip of fabric as my favorite red panties came away, tossed to the floor of his living room; torn. I raised my hand, tugging impatiently at the waistband of his boxers and rather than deny me, he obliged, raising to his knees. Slipping off the couch to let his boxers settle on the floor. His cock sprang free, standing at attention. I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on his thick,veiny member, a quiet gasp filling the air.

He positioned himself over me again. Gingerly. Desperate to feel skin against skin completely, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of my completely. A moan escaped my throat as soon as I felt his cock teasing at my dripping entrance. His hands were all over me, ghosting my sides. Finally settling on my hips. Rocking me over his thick,veiny length as he stared down at me, dazed.

Leaning in to whisper against the shell of my ear, “Love the way your body fits against mine, baby.” as I nodded, let my lips brush the side of his neck, latching onto skin as I tried to leave a mark, “Me too.” I muttered, gazing up at him with a soft smile. Rough hands caressed my cheek, skimming down the side of my body and Embry’s mouth danced down my neck. Teeth scraping against soft skin before locking around it. Tugging until I felt a mark forming. I moaned out, rocking myself up into him. One of my hands drifting up to tangle in his hair and tug at it, trying to pull his mouth against mine one more time, despite knowing one kiss is obviously not ever going to be enough when it comes to him.

He started to let his mouth roam over my bare body, sending goosebumps raising all over me as I felt his warm,wet tongue drag slowly over my skin. Trailing a lazy circle around my navel as he moved himself down my body. Settling between my legs, putting a leg over each shoulder as he met my gaze again. Licking his lips hungrily. Bucking against the couch in anticipation and practically growling when he glanced down and saw my thighs glistening with slick. His tongue rolled up my inner thigh, sloppy. Warm and wet and determined to lick me clean. My hand tangled in the hair on top of his head and my other hand gripped the couch as the warmth of his breath tickled bare skin. His nose bumped against my pelvic mound and I bit my lip, my back arching as his tongue circled my clit, working the throbbing bundle of nerves. The way he had my legs over his shoulder angled my hips. When his tongue buried deep in my pussy, I moaned out. Begging for more.

“Baby, ah, oh fuck.. Oh. Mmm. Right there.” I moaned out, gripping his hair and the couch tighter. Digging my heels into his back, making him bury his tongue inside my dripping sex deeper. “That feels so good, fuck.” I moaned out, rocking my hips up for him.

“Good girl. Move your hips. Fuck. You’re dripping.” Embry growled, leaving a more harsh bite against the inside of my thigh, right next to my crotch. A bite so deep I could feel the stinging bruise even after he’d backed away, glancing up at me tenderly just to make sure I was okay only to find me moaning, my head falling back as I licked my lips.

My stomach coiled and my body tensed as I started to race right into an orgasm that I knew would leave me shaking. Embry started to slow down and my eyes popped open, locking on him and the way he was positioned between my thighs below. Pouting. Begging him not to slow down. Begging him to let me let go. He rose up a little, making his way back up my body after lowering my legs. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Grabbing hold of my jaw as his mouth crashed against mine and he rocked himself against me, letting his cock drag right between my throbbing folds every single time he moved.

I gripped his jaw, making him lock eyes with me. His pupils were shot and the lust filled look in his eyes when they met mine had me whimpering his name. “C’mon… Please?” I begged breathlessly, another well timed rock against me with his cock grazing between my folds and the tip sinking in drew a breathy moan out of me that shattered the silence of the room. “Embry, please. Now.”

“Now, huh?” Embry responded in a husky whisper, his lips latching onto my neck. Sucking another mark into my skin. “Don’t let me hurt you. Because I know I’m going to get carried away, baby, I.. you just feel so damn good.” Embry gasped out as he started to bury himself inside me deep. Going still once I was impaled on his thick,veiny member. Pressing little soft kisses against my warm skin as he let me adjust to the way he stretched and overfilled me. After a few seconds, the feeling of being stretched almost too much subsided and I started to slowly rock my hips into him. Whimpering and moaning as he started to drive into me slow and deep. Nearly pulling out completely with each thrust just to bury himself deep inside all over again. When my stomach coiled all over again, I rocked my hips faster. Trying to chase the orgasm he’d been denying me. Embry’s hands gripped my hips, slowing them almost to a grinding halt and I whimpered, begging.

“Not yet, baby.” he muttered. Raising to his knees. Bringing my legs up to my chest. Both hands on my hips as he pumped me up and down on his cock until I was moaning his name over and over, clinging to him when he came to a complete stop. Frustrated as hell because I’d been so close and Embry stopped again. A tear of frustration trickled down my cheek and Embry caught it with his finger. Licking his lips as he muttered quietly, “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, okay? Let go for me. C’mon, baby..” he started to pump himself in and out harder, faster.. The smack of skin against skin shattering the quiet. “C’mon. Let go, baby.” as he pushed me back against the couch, pinning me all over again. His hips smacking against mine erratically, the sound echoing off the walls. “That’s it.” he growled as I clenched around him, dangerously close to my orgasm shattering through, “Fuck. you’re so tight. Wet...Fuck, baby.”

My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me a dripping,whimpering mess, clinging to him. Trying to catch my breath. My hips meeting his as best as I could as I let him fuck me through the high of it. My nails caught in his skin and raked down his back, pulling a moan out of him as he buried his mouth against mine, muttering quietly, “You feel so so good. So good, baby. Don’t..” he groaned as his thrusts became sloppier. Slower in a desperate attempt to keep himself from getting off, “Ah, oh god. Mmm.” his hands gripped my hips tight, slamming me up and down on his cock as he bottomed out, striking against my throbbing,sensitive spot, pulling a loud whimper out of me in the process. “Baby.” he panted, locking eyes with me, “I’m so close. So close, fuck.”

“Don’t stop. Embry, please.” my back arched as his thrusts got even sloppier. Faster. So hard they were almost bruising each time his hips slammed against mine mid-thrust. “You sure?” he muttered against the shell of my ear, glancing down at me.

“Embry, fuck. Ah, fuck. Baby, don’t stop. Feels so good baby. Mmm, yeah.” I moaned out, my back arching away from the bed, my chest dragging over his as I clung to him. Trying to rock my hips urgently to keep him moving. Blinded by lust. My nails digging into his shoulder and dragging down his back lightly. Pulling a growl out of him that was swallowed by the hungry crash of our mouths against each others as his hips sputtered and I felt his cock throbbing. Emptying. Filling me full.

After it was over, he planted soft kisses all over my face and neck and I pulled him down on top of me. He flipped us so that he was the one laying below, his arms locking around my body to hold me in place on top of him as I crashed my mouth against his all over again.

His eyes settled on the bites and nips he left behind and he grimaced, gingerly dragging his finger over the deepest one on the side of my neck. “I told you not to let me hurt you.”

“If it hurt, Embry, I would’ve told you. I’m not made of glass, baby.”

He eyed me, almost as if he were afraid I was just saying it. I gave a soft giggle and after wiggling around a little to get comfortable, I rubbed my nose against his, making him laugh. Stare up at me in awe only to burst into laughter when I settled on the couch next to him, purring in content, “I am.. Definitely going to get used to this. Mhm, yes I am.” through a sleepy yawn.

“Me too, babe.” Embry pulled me closer, letting my head rest against his chest. An arm wrapped around me tight after pressing his lips against my forehead...

21 notes · View notes

snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years ago

Text

17.12, you want to kiss me, mjf

Title: you want to kiss me

Theme: Holiday fair/Carnival

Fandom / Character(s):MJF, AEW

Warnings:Lots of banter. A mutual physical attraction. Sharp tongues and attitude galore.. Oh and a little kissing.

Word Count: uhhh... roughly 1k, give or take..

This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge for the day. This one pretty much came to me as I wrote the other one I did for the day, with Sweetpea, on my multifandom blog. And at first, I started to go with Kevin Owens, but.. MJF is the perfect mouthy, egotistical idiot for this. So, I went with it.

BTW>. i made the banner thing. No stealing.

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting

@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@waywardwrestlewritingwaif

@sassymox

@champbucks

@hungmanhorsecarriage

@wardl0w

@ryantaylorgirl

@dilfmoxley

@hotyeehawman

@gabbynorth98

@bec0m

@irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

@daddyslittlevillain

[ about page | masterlist | tag list ]

“Did you hear yet, man? Rhodes volunteered us all for some carnival thing they’re putting on in town.” Wardlow’s words barely registered with MJF because at the moment, MJF was too busy staring.

Wardlow caught onto his friends distraction and he followed Maxwell’s intent gaze, nudging him in the side as he chuckled. “Her name is Jocelyn. She’s the mayor’s secretary. I think she’s the one who came over to negotiate things between the mayor and Rhodes.”

“A secretary, huh?” Maxwell answered in a bit of a daze, making Wardlow chuckle again and shake his head. “I just said that, dumbass.”

Maxwell was back to it again, staring a hole right through her. Wardlow rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, reminding Maxwell, “We have a match. Come on.”

“I’m coming.”

As they walked past where Jocelyn stood, Maxwell stopped, sizing her up and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Ya know, you’re cute. For a secretary.”

Wardlow grimaced and he was just about to grab hold of his friend, the idiot, and guide him away and out of potential danger, but before he got the chance, Jocelyn responded. And what she said had Wardlow trying to resist the urge to double over laughing. Especially when Maxwell started to fume immediately and all she did was roll her eyes and walk out of the arena.

XXX

“You’re kind of cute for a secretary.”

I’d been just about to walk out of the arena that the little wrestling company was holding their show in after having talked to it’s owner about maybe lending a hand and letting some of his wrestlers make appearances at our annual carnival. It’s no secret the town is dying and we need the money.

I already wasn’t thrilled with having been the one relegated to the negotiation process, but honestly, I’d gotten kind of used to it in the four and a half years that I’d been working as the mayor’s secretary. It kind of went with the territory by this point.

Dealing with cocky entitled assholes, however… I did not have to do that. And I wasn’t exactly in the mood for it today.

I almost ignored the guy and just kept walking. But something about his tone. And the posturing. And that stupid cocky smirk on his stupid sexy face.. Well, it got right under my skin almost immediately. I turned and stared him down, a dismissive roll of my eyes as soon as mine settled on his. Only after lingering far too long on decently enough kissable lips.

I mean.. Not that I’d ever admit that in a thousand years, especially not to that fucking guy…

“You’re kind of brave… For an idiot.” I stepped a little closer to him and a little further from the door. He walked over to me, staring down at me as he rubbed his chin.

“Do you even know who I am?”

“Uhh. My guess is nobody special. I mean you’re literally getting your ass beaten for a living. On live television, in your underwear. So..” I shrugged.

“Ouch.” the guy cringed a little, a hand over his heart. Teasing smirk in place and a look in his eyes that somehow made me both want to strangle him and climb the man like a tree all at once. I backed away when he stepped even closer.

“I mean all that may well be true but.. Who’s the one actually making money, huh? Because my guess is you barely survive on a secretary’s salary. I mean… Since you want to go there.” he smirked just a little more and I grit my teeth. He had a point. And given the fact that the town’s budget was a nightmare at the moment, my salary and paychecks were only getting smaller and smaller.

“Meathead.”

“Stick in the mud.”

With the last pleasantry exchanged, I spun and stormed out, making sure to let the door slam behind me as hard as I could possibly slam it.

XXX

The carnival was just starting to kick into gear and I rushed around, meeting with vendors and the people hired to run the petting zoo, the ice rink and the few actual rides that we were going to have on the midway. I was running on coffee and fumes at this point, and when my friend Georgia walked up, tapping my shoulder, I turned and tensed a little, preparing for whatever bad news she was about to give me.

“Bob can’t do the kissing booth.” Georgia informed me.

“What do you mean Bob can’t do the kissing booth?” I asked, the words leaving my mouth in a whine. I didn’t have time for this.

“I mean that Bob got arrested last night. It was on the 6 o’clock news, Jocelyn. He robbed the Home Depot over in the next county? Tried to make off with 3 grand in tools and a giant tree…They had a chase and everything.” Georgia was barely hiding a laugh and I groaned, raising a hand to drag through the front of my hair.

“Okay, can we get Tom?”

“You know Tom’s girlfriend isn’t gonna loosen up the leash she has him on long enough to allow that.”

I grimaced. My eyes settled on a group of the wrestlers from that AEW show that was stranded in town for the time being and I rubbed my chin. “Actually, Georgia?”

“Yeah?” Georgia was raising a brow, but when she saw my smirk, she gave a soft laugh. “You have an idea, don’t you?”

“I do, actually.. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before...Go find everyone we had originally signed to do it. Tell them they might not have to man the kissing booth, but to be on standby, just in case...If I can make this happen.. This might just put some actual money back into the town's funds..”

Georgia’s eyes followed my intent gaze and she leaned in, mumbling against my ear, “I call dibs on the one with the lashes and Jesus hair.”

“All I can tell you is that I’m going to try.”

And after finishing off the rest of my coffee, I took a few deep breaths to center myself. Then I marched over to the group. Surprisingly enough, after explaining exactly what was going on and just how bad our town’s financial situation was, there were more than a few willing participants who eagerly signed themselves into a slot at the kissing booth. Some of them were even asking if they could donate directly, which I gratefully thanked them for and gave them the link to the GoFundMe that Georgia and I had set up back in the fall as a last resort.

As I walked off, I heard my name being called. And I didn’t have to turn around to know exactly who was the man calling it.

I did wonder how the hell he knew my name, exactly, and for a second or two, I simply pretended to ignore him, focusing more on walking over to where the animals were being unloaded and herded into the indoor building where the petting zoo and arts/crafts booths and some of the 4H booths from our local high school were already setting up for the day.

But he was persistent.

He caught up to me, a thick fingertip jamming into my shoulder impatiently. After another second or two, I turned to look up at him, glaring.

“You again? What exactly do you want? Because I’m entirely too busy to have my time wasted.”

“You didn’t ask the obvious choice to be in a kissing booth?” he pointed to himself and I nearly snorted in laughter. I wanted to double over, but I kept myself together. He stepped closer. And before I could stop myself, so did I.

“It’s a kissing booth, sir. Not a pay me to shut the fuck up booth. Perhaps if it were a pay me to shut the fuck up booth, your services would’ve been needed.”

“You know a lot of women would pay good money to see me.. Not to mention kiss me… Right?”

“Maybe in your own deluded mind.” I argued, sensing that even as I did so, it was pointless. That for whatever reason, this was going to end with him, adding himself to the line up.

,, not that I’d ever admit it, but he does have a damn good point. If I liked cocky jackasses…” I thought to myself, quick to shove that little thought out. Because honestly?

The guy was exactly my type… Circa four years ago, that is. I’d have eaten that right up.

I shoved the list into his hands and smirked. “Let’s just see about that, shall we?”

The smirk that came told me that I’d hit the nail head about him being the type unable to turn down a challenge.

He took the clipboard and signed his name on the list.

“See you at 7?” he called out to me after I’d taken the clipboard back and I was walking away. I stopped to look back at him and shook my head. “You’ll see me in your dreams, Maxwell.. That is your name, right?”

“It is.” he beamed at me and took off, nearly colliding with his giant of a friend, a guy named Wardlow that I’d actually talked to around 15 minutes on the day that I went in to see if the roster would like to be the special guest stars of this years carnival.

It felt like yesterday and not nearly three days prior.

And the biggest part of those three days had been spent with me, replaying the whole meeting between Maxwell and I over and over in my head.

Yeah.. If I know what’s good for me, I will stay far,far away from that kissing booth tonight.

XXX

He’d been watching the line like a hawk since he manned it ten minutes before. He’d been managing to keep an eye on her all day, knowing that she hadn’t left the carnival yet. Maxwell just knew that if he could get her in the kissing booth’s line, she’d quickly realize just how much she was lying to herself.

Just the thought had him smirking to himself. He spotted a young woman that he’d seen Jocelyn talking to most of the day in the line for Kris Statlander and he cleared his throat, trying to get her attention. She eyed him and then waved when she recognized him.

“Think you can come by my line when you’re done in that one? There’s something I have to know...”

“Dude… you are so barking up the wrong tree right now, if you’re trying to hit on me...” the brunette explained, shrugging. “Was there something you wanted though? Because it’s almost my turn. If you make it quick..”

“Your friend.. Uhh.. Jocelyn… has she said anything about me at all? Like.. anything that would indicate that she wanted to kiss me?” Maxwell asked the question and waited impatiently, rolling his eyes when one of the women in the front of his line cleared her throat for the fifth time, demanding her kiss already.

Jocelyn’s friend shrugged. “That she wants to strangle you but she also wants to climb you like a tree. You know she’s got a temper, right?”

“Yes, I realize this.. She really said… That.”

“She did. Also said that she’s going to stay as far away from this booth as possible, because you’re in it and she’s not giving into temptation.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Thank you. This helped me a lot.” Maxwell thanked Jocelyn’s friend and turned away, rubbing his chin in thought as the plan began to piece itself together. And just when he thought he might not even get a chance to try out this plan of his, he happened to spot her wandering past, a steamy mug of cocoa in her hand as she talked to 3 other women.

Smirking to himself, he called out to her.

“Jocelyn.. Remember what you said earlier? About how nobody wanted to kiss me? Well,” he gestured to his little line and waited on her reaction. She looked up, grumbling as she shielded her eyes from the lights to see him better, all while tapping a Bearpaw clad foot against crunchy snow.

“What can I say? There’s not many eligible men in my town?” Jocelyn mused, shrugging. She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

“See… I think you’re fighting obvious feelings.”

Jocelyn’s sudden all over tension had him rubbing his chin thoughtfully. By now, everyone in the line and everyone around them or passing by was stopping, staring intently at the little confrontation.

“Right. I mean, if you’re talking about disdain then yeah.. You’re one hundred percent right.”

“If you really can’t stand me then you won’t have any problem at all coming over and kissing me… Right?” Maxwell challenged, chuckling when her mouth opened and closed and he heard her muttering a few obscenities under her breath.

Not even Wardlow’s warning headshake would stop him. No, he was determined. One way or another, this whole thing ended now. Tonight, he was getting her out from under his skin.

XXX

“Did he seriously just... “ I muttered, swearing as I dragged my fingers through my hair and glared angrily at the kissing booth that Maxwell currently stood behind.

“I ought shove snow down those fancy dress pants. Maybe that’d cool down the raging fire in his dick.”

“Or, you could call his bluff and go kiss him?” from my left, my friend Alexis spoke up. I bit my cheek and shook my head vehemently. “Oh no. No,no,no,no.. Not gonna…”

When Alexis and Chandler started to cluck at me, I gave them both my best and most firm go to hell look.

“She wants him.”

“All she’s done for 3 bloody days is fume about the man.” Chandler teased and finally, I stomped my foot, glaring at the booth. I swallowed hard and then shoved my hot cocoa at Alexis. “You’re going to wanna hold that.. Just so I focus more on kissing him to prove your asses wrong and less on how much I want to dump it over his damn head.”

“I knew she had the hots for him!”

“You go girl! Go get your man, boo.”

I wanted to turn and shush them both, but I was too focused. I shoved past all the others and slammed a 5 dollar bill down on the false wooden tabletop. Then I grabbed hold of that ridiculous Burberry knockoff and tugged his mouth right against mine greedily, very nearly pulling the man over the table between us in the process. “Does this prove you wrong?” I muttered, a whine closely following as he seemed to pick up and clue in, his hands going to my hips, pulling me in even more before drifting upward and tangling in a half fallen down fishtail braid that I had my hair tied out of the way in. At first, I’d been gripping that stupid scarf to keep him close or push him away at will. But as his tongue boldly darted right past my lips and clashed with mine hungrily, I wound up gripping hold of a handful just to stay upright as the feeling in my legs proceeded to vacate, making them feel as if they were jello from the knee down instead. He chuckled as the kiss broke and we pulled apart.

I wiped my hand across kiss swollen lips and glared at him. “Well?”

“Oh, you proved something alright, princess. And if I didn’t have twenty five more minutes left in this booth..” Maxwell trailed off, his eyes roaming over me before settling on mine. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced by a more gentle one.

I was just about to walk away, go somewhere and take a few minutes to pull myself back together, but he caught up to me, tapping my shoulder. I turned and he grabbed my hand, pressing a slip of paper into it.

“If you want to get to know the real me, Jocelyn.. I have a 9pm reservation for us. Ask for Maxwell Friedman’s table.”

I eyed him as he shoved back through the crowd, taking a bow at the catcalls and cheering awaiting him as he took his place at his kissing booth again.

“Ooh… are you going?”

“Maybe.” I answered my friend Chandler’s question as I tried and failed at not staring at Maxwell intently…

Maybe I’d been wrong about the guy.

Maybe going tonight would at least be a fun distraction. One I’d been wanting for a while now….

#12daysofchristmas #12 days of christmas #mjf fanfiction #mjf fanfic #mjf imagine #mjf imagines #mjf oneshot #my writing; mjf #my fics; mjf #my oneshots; mjf

42 notes · View notes

dawniebb · 4 years ago

Text

CANON IS AN ILLUSION PT. 2

If it doesn’t spark joy, throw it away.- Marie Kondo

So now that @healing-winston-pratt and I have explained how we got rid of ¼ of Supernova, let me tell you that it doesn’t stop here because you don’t mess with the type As when something gets into their heads.

For background, you can use this post as a masterlist because we don’t have one yet: https://healing-winston-pratt.tumblr.com/post/624723862884696064/well-this-is-the-last-piece-of-our-marathon

This is our post-Supernova canon divergence :) which, btw, it’s the one we’ll use from now on to create our content (actually, @healing-winston-pratt already used it for her birthday drawings and I just stood there playing dumb pretending I didn’t have anything to do with it jssjjs). So, if you see that Callum and Winston are suddenly alive in our content or you find some of the things established in this list it’s because...yeah :)

Sooooo @novadreamer95438 and @idkimbadwithusernamesandstuff you asked to be tagged if we uploaded more content about the canon divergence (Which we appreciate very much! thank you!) so here you go <3!

As mentioned before , Leroy starts living with his daughter Nova and Winston, in a house provided by the State (The Council hee hee).

Callum and Winston are (evidently) alive, but Genissa is dead.

Ace, Evander and Honey remain dead.

And this is where our canon continues uwu.

Leroy has to do community service for like...indefinite time :)

Winston, on the other hand, has two jobs. He works in an animal shelter, where he adopts a dog named Carnival bc wE CAN and also we want to quote this post :https://chiyuki-hiro.tumblr.com/post/621159663188180992/oh-no-a-head-canon by @chiyuki-hiro (AFGSHFVDGB THAT HEADCANON IS G R E A T WE LOVE YOU) because we had come to an agreement that Winston would have an art therapy group for children but this addition is honestly so freaking wholesome :’))))))) <3

Nova has a temporary resignation from patrolling and starts going to therapy, where she is diagnosed with PTSD.

Nova also helps with the establishment of a new system, modifies the recruitment system and that stuff.

She’s not in the Team Sketch full time. Sometimes she’s in the offices, and at night she works with Callum.

And just like Narcissa, she digs her own grave :)

Thing is: Nova suggested that every time a new recruit arrived, the Council had DNA samples taken from them so they could check if they had any crime attached to them.

Now, by the end of Supernova in the canon universe we elected to ignore it is mentioned that Maggie sees Leroy staring at her in the distance, in a very suspicious way. Now, we don’t know about y’all, but we interpreted this as Leroy noticing Maggie looks like young Nova XD. So, this does happen in our canon, when Leroy is already out of prison.

By this time, DNA samples from Maggie and Nova have already been taken and uploaded to the system; and let’s say that Leroy gets very...concerned about the lookalike and decides to tell Winston, who confirms Maggie looks a lot like Nova X’DDD and so, they reach out to the Council to ask them to pls compare Maggie’s samples to Nova’s. U know, like angry mothers at the principal’s office :)

And so they do it just because they have nothing to lose.

And when the results arrive, everyone’s like: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r92hykpvZRw

SO MAYBE, TO DOUBLE-CHECK, they compare Maggie’s DNA to DNA found in the crime scene (from David and Tala or maybe baby Maggie herself) and the results are still the same :).

Then, Winston and Leroy have to tell Nova and she reacts in the worst way possible for reasons I’ll explain in a fic I’ll be uploading soon cause’ I wrote it MONTHS ago.

Maggie doesn’t react much better tbh :)

But after a while, since this is, like, the right thing to do, Maggie starts living with them , but changes her name to Margaret Artino until she feels part of the family and is comfortable living there.

Because at first, Nova and her don’t get along and Maggie claims she fucking hates this house even though she knows is better than living in the streets.

They basically have a very chaotic home during the adaptation period until the girls start tolerating each other :) and even then, they’re still very chaotic bc it’s Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie we’re talking about :) :) :)

Not long after Maggie starts living with her big sis, Simon and Hugh ask Nova to join a family vacation and bring Maggie w/her.

Maggie doesn’t want to go, so Leroy and Winston go to Nova all like “If your sister doesn’t go, then you’re not going either” and Nova fucking loses it so she ends up begging/forcing Maggie to go :)

They go to the beach in MATCHING OUTFITS bc Simon said so (LIKE IN THE WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE MOVIE) :) they take a lot of embarrassing pictures and Nova and Adrian are forced to go in the banana boat with Max and Maggie.

They fall and Nova and Adrian are acting as if they were in the Titanic while Max and Maggie are having the time of their lives lmao

BC NOVA ALSO NEEDS BONDING WITH THE IN-LAWS

At some point, too, Maggie adopts a stray cat whom she names Tofu, and he fucking hates Carnival even though Carnival is the cutest thing :’)

Winston, Leroy, Nova and Maggie celebrate birthdays every year bc they’re trying to compensate years of trauma.

And for that same reason (compensating years of trauma), Nova and Maggie take their sweet time to move out.

Actually, Adrian meticulously plans the date when he’s gonna propose to Nova, so he asks her to move with him exactly a year before that.

They live in an apartment for that whole year, he proposes and they start planning the wedding uwu.

Nova and Adrian have a non-religious ceremony, and since they’re fucking extra, Nova gets married in a black dress and Adrian in a white tuxedo bc miss Artino wanted a dress the same color as her soul :)

Leroy walks Nova down the aisle.

Ruby is Nova’s Maid of Honor and Oscar is Adrian’s Best Man.

Max and Maggie have the rings.

Tamaya’s youngest son is the flower child.

Which, talking about Tamaya, she fucking hates Leroy and Nova bc, honestly, we would hate them too. Leroy fucked up her face and Nova was part of the terrorist attack lmao

SO, YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW CHAOTIC THAT WEDDING WAS, bc they had to avoid leaving Tamaya and Leroy alone at all costs :)

She hugged Nova so violently when congratulating her, that she left a bruise in her shoulder :)

Basically she was there just because she loves Adrian even though she doesn’t approve his decision to marry Nova

Nova and Maggie maintain a close relationship even after Nova marries Adrian. Maggie and Max are included in every family vacation after the honeymoon ofc.

Nova and Maggie get matching tattoos uwu

Nova has the Big Dipper and Maggie has the Little Dipper.

As for the others. The ones who...are no longer there :’)

@healing-winston-pratt and I have this headcanon that Evander’s wife (we named her Sandra) was expecting a baby at the time of the battle. They had already chosen a first name (Arthur), so she used Evander as his middle name, as the baby didn’t get to meet his dad.

Arthur Evander Wade.

Winston finally gives Evander his DS back.

The Council, thanks to Nova’s suggestion once again, limited a specific area around Georgia’s spot and called it The Aisle of The Fallen.

Genissa, Honey and the victims of the attack to the Arena, the lift of the city and the battle of the Cathedral are there.

Evander, however, is resting in Georgia’s mausoleum, next to her, because we think that mausoleum was constructed in the first place so all the members of the Council could rest together once they left, meaning that they’ll all be there at some point in time. Unfortunately, Evander was the first one to join Georgia despite being the youngest.

Ace is not in the cemetery.

Nova left his helmet in the cathedral, but asked for his body to be cremated.

When she was a child, David used to tell her stories about how Ace seemed to be really happy back in Italy; how he had revolutionary ideas and wanted prodigies to be free; how he used to be a good brother that helped him survive.

So, a few months after Leroy was released from prison, she, Leroy, Winston, Hugh, Simon, Max and Adrian went to Italy with her, to spread Ace’s ashes so he could find peace in the only place he was ever sane and happy.

Ace Anarchy rests in his cathedral.

But what was left of Alec James Artino rests in Italy. (I have a fic about this too)

Yes we’re crying as we write this

50 notes · View notes

thestuckylibrary · 5 years ago

Text

Group Ask 174

What is a group ask?

Previous Group Asks

AO3 Search Tutorial

Please send us an ask stating which group ask and which person you are replying to. Thank you so much in advance!

Anon 1 said:

There is a fic I cannot find and need help. It takes place in an post apocalyptic world, Bucky manages a radio tower and Steve shows up, he is his ex husband. I tried the AO3 search tricks but I can't find it. HELP!

princessniitza, getstucky and Anon sent in In This Last of Meeting Places by DrowningByDegrees (complete | 44,001 | E)

jekib said:

I’m looking for a fic! The fic starts off with Bucky (who is an American solider) being captured by Hydra. Bucky ends up meeting Steve (who is German in this fic, this is pre-serum Steve). Both Bucky and Steve are experimented on by Hydra. This causes Bucky to lose his arm and get the metal one and Steve to get his post-serum body. They end up escaping Hydra together. Their both immortal and become assassins and end up raising Natasha.

whyaretheycalledpancakes sent in The Memitim* by Stellanti Nocte (lucidown) (complete | 56,469 | E) *graphic violence

luxore said:

I need help finding a fic I remember vaguely; at one point, bucky and Steve live together in a house in the middle of nowhere, and bucky goes on a walk alone and falls through some ice and gets frostbite. Help?

Anon 2 said: (/others)

hello, i’ve been looking for a fic since like. last june and i cannot find it anywhere. all i remember is that it’s a modern au where steve is in the military and he comes home for a while and he and bucky have reunion sex and at some point steve offers to invite some of his military friends for an orgy basically. i think bucky might be a college student too. if y’all could help me i’ll love you eternally 💞

Anon 3 said:

hi, i'm looking for a fic where steve was recovered by general ross and the army where they break him, they have bucky as well and both are used as government assets. sheild finds out that the army have steve and fury invites him to join the avengers. steve is under the impression that they know he's a government asset and the avengers only find out when he takes an anxiety attack on the quin jet after a mission. they soon help him and bucky and both go off to live peaceful lives.

viridianjane, whyaretheycalledpancakes and Anon sent in Not a Perfect Soldier* by Skarabrae_stone (complete | 93,367 | M) *graphic violence, torture

telvian said:

I'm gonna try to fit as much in this as i can about the fic, which I've looked everywhere for. It's pre-serum steve, 1940's era, older Bucky, Bucky is in the mob with his family, they run their business with a funeral home as a front, it's a series of at least 3 or 4, the family is represented with a silver flower pin, a lily I believe, bucky hires steve to work for him setting appt's and had bought steve's apartment building, a man named Rosie works for bucky, bucky smokes fancy cigs. Thanks!

a-isoiso sent in Sugar 'Verse by justanotherStonyfan (series, ongoing | 31,071 | T)

Anon 4 said:

Hello, I hope someone can help me. I'm searching for a story where Winter Soldier has a job to kill Tony, the Avengers try to protect him. I remember that they were on some party and that later Steve and Bucky were fighting and destroying a hotel room.

Anon 5 said:

i've looked thru both ur and ao3's identity porn tag and still couldn't find this, and im not sure any other tags apply?? its modern, w/ steve and bucky not really knowing each other but bucky gets love letters that are just literature quotes and then ur classic identity porn plot with some angst in there. i was hoping you could help? thanks so much, sorry for adding to ur pile of asks gjfdkhgjf

Anon 6 said: (abuse, substance abuse)

Hi I've been looking for this Political Animals AU where Bucky did alot of drugs and cheated on Steve and I think Steve was in the army. And something happened to Bucky as a kid I think he was sexually abused and Steve had to help him. I think it's a WIP. I've been trying to find it. ❤❤❤

Anon sent in Snake Eyes by boopboop (restricted, complete | 159,983 | E) *rape/noncon, underage, eating disorders, self harm

Anon 7 said:

Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic I've desperately been searching for! What I remember is that it's cap Steve and modern Bucky and they're neighbors (i believe in the same apartment complex) and like the government (i think) has a law that by a certain age certain people are supposed to have a master (idk if it was a/b/o I don't remember) and Steve offered to be Bucky's master. That's all I can remember! I love this blog btw!!

wayward-lives sent in Sunlight on Still Waters by cobaltmoony, sparkly_butthole (complete | 78,043 | E) - heed the tags!

Anon 8 said:

a fic where steve is sexually active and bucky often catches him with a man and goes to that man to get them to have sex with him after they’re done w steve bc he wants “a piece” of steve? Thanks

aley-nag and getstucky sent in Secondhand Source by elise_509 (complete | 17,382 | E)

Anon 9 said:

Hello! Could I please have help finding a fanfiction? Buckys at a carnival thing and his ex (Brock) and his friend are trying to kill him so he asks Steve, who he didnt know, to pretend that they know each other, and Steve hugs Bucky? I'm pretty sure its part of the summary, and it's on ao3. Many thanks!

Anon 10 said:

Hello, I’m trying to find this fic I read ages ago. It’s set post civil war and Steve rewrites Bucky’s journals. Bucky gets angry afterwards because Steve left out that they were in a relationship. Thank you 🧡

btsbubbies said:

Hi!! Hope you’re well! I’m looking for a fix where Steve and Bucky are bffs (I think 5+1) and one time Steve walks in on Bucky getting some self love and he’s like my bad and Bucky is like nah just wait I’m almost done and finishes and gives Steve whatever he needed and Steve leaves and (Clint?) is like bro what- pleas help :):):)

princessniitza, getstucky and Anon sent in 5 times Bucky and Steve were Unnaturally Comfortable Around Each Other, and the 1 Time They Weren’t by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot (oneshot | 5,238 | M)

Anon 11 said:

so i'm looking for a story. i went through everything under your ctfa/wwii tag and either it's not on there or i don't recognise it by the summary; if that's it, i'm very sorry. it's set during/after the bar scene with peggy in the red dress. bucky, at the bar, a mess, bitter&ptsd, says sth like "i'm turning into you". then he leaves for the back alley. steve follows and then bucky "teaches him how to flirt" and guess what they kiss. there's a bottle of liquor & love confessions; it's sweet.

#group asks

47 notes · View notes

alatismeni-theitsa · 4 years ago

Note

Ello again! I read your recent (reblog? Post?) about the transitions and such from ancient to modern Greece. I saw you mention Dionysiac rites during Christmas in there and I’d love to know more! Thank you for reading, btw! : D

Yes, hello I haven’t forgotten you! I was just trying to remember the damned tags I used for posts about those rites or some other things I have heard. Some happen on Xmas, others on Clean Monday or our Carnival! It’s not so much rites as we go to Church and then we have fun dressed ridiculusly - and if you do it in a traditional sense then dicks and horns will be involved.

Link1 , Link2 , Link 3 - Serres, Link 4 - Amfissa (close to Delphi) , Link 5 - Skyros , Link 6 Link 7 Link 8 Tirnavos, Bourani, Link 9 Drama , Link 10 somewhere in Crete. Link 11 Naxos, Link 12 Nikisiani, Pageo. Link 13 Karthitsa.

Those are the most prominent or the ones I know. There are many more local traditions like that.

Bonus: One hour of p*ssy and d*ck traditional Greek songs (Link)

#dionysiac #greek festivals #greek tradition #answered

9 notes · View notes

himiko-yumehellno · 5 years ago

Text

Saiouma Week Day Four: Music

Title: Do You Daydream of Acceptance?

Summary: Kokichi has Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder, which means he's gonna have his head in the clouds for a good part of his life, even if he doesn't want to. He wouldn't be surprised if Shuichi leaves him once he finds out... But will he?

Words: 2142

Note: Note: I saw the word "music" and was like "ah, yes, MADD time." Cause!! I see so many fics in so many different pairings talking about the ships dealing with depression, anxiety, and sometimes other mental disorders. But Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder? Not so much! So screw that, us maladaptive daydreamers deserve our happy endings too. (Oh, and btw, if you're wondering how I got MADD out of a music prompt – most madd-ers, including myself, daydream while listening to music.) Hope you enjoy!

+++

Kokichi was pacing again.

To be fair, it wasn't like it was anything new to Kokichi. Whenever he got home to his dorm room after school, he'd go to his room, plug in his earbuds, and pace while listening to music on YouTube. It was normal, it was routine, and... And it was something he'd been doing for years.

Kokichi stopped halfway through the song, pausing it as he plopped down on the floor to switch over to social media for a few minutes. Typing in a tag and scrolling through it for a few moments, Kokichi had inspiration again, and he jumped up to continue pacing again.

Maybe... Maybe "pacing" was the wrong word. Sure, it was pacing, but that wasn't all he did. Sometimes Kokichi danced, sometimes he'd act... But most of the time, he was pacing, making movements and saying lines that went with the masterpiece of a plot in his head –

The sound of a doorbell startled Kokichi out of his thoughts. Pausing the song again, this time a bit more irked, Kokichi marched through his dorm, took a moment to compose himself, and opened the door with a fake smile already plastered onto his face.

"Ooh, heey, Shuichi! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Kokichi asked, poking his cheek with one finger while he batted down his irritation at being interrupted. He checked the clock on his phone; Shuichi never took too much of his time up, but maybe if Kokichi hurried him along...

"Ah, nothing much!" Shuichi smiled at him, and Kokichi returned it with a grin, but the next words out of Shuichi's mouth both ruined and inspired any genuine feelings behind it. "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out today? I was thinking about a date at the carnival?"

The carnival. It was in town for the week, and though Kokichi had already gone with DICE, going with his beloved would be awesome. Kokichi'd been hoping to go with him since the carnival opened! He just wanted to see if Shuichi would ask him first, and now he had.

But... There was just one problem. "Ooh, is Shuichi asking me out on a date instead of the other way around? How bold, Shuichi! But, I'm a very busy person. Will it fit in my schedule, I wonder?"

Shuichi's smile started to fall, as if he knew what was coming next. "I... Was thinking about going now, if that's okay."

Kokichi's grin disappeared, and as it did, his grip on his phone tightened. Kokichi pulled out his earbuds, but he knew he understood what Shuichi said.

That wasn't nearly enough time to mentally prepare, and shove around when his scheduled daydreaming would be. So Kokichi, inwardly sighing with a heavy heart, picked up his metaphorical mask again and beamed his best sad grin at Shuichi, hands behind his head. "Sorry, but that won't work out! Unfortunately for you, I've got a lot of supreme leader business to –"

"Kokichi, I know that's a lie." Shuichi cut through his lie, and Kokichi's face fell only for a moment. Ignoring Shuichi's determined look, the kind he only got when he was serious about something, Kokichi switched tracks to a different story.

"You got me! I'm actually decoding the next Rosetta Stone; Korekiyo asked me to do it and you know I can't say no to someone as scary as –"

"That's a lie."

"Okaaay, so I was actually baking something and if I leave it in the oven too long it's gonna burn, so if you'll excuse me –"

"Kokichi."

Shuichi called his bluff one final time, and Kokichi gave it up. Kokichi's shoulders slumped, and as Shuichi took a step forward, face full of concern, he took a step back.

"Kokichi, what's wrong? Are you sick?" Shuichi asked softly, and Kokichi practically jumped at the chance to lie and leave, but before he could even do more than open his mouth, Shuichi was muttering to himself, "No, that doesn't explain why..."

Frustration bubbled inside Kokichi like the bubbles in his favorite soda. "It doesn't explain what, Shuichi? Having a busy schedule?"

Shuichi froze for just a moment, eyes wide, and Kokichi swallowed. Teetering on the edge of two choices, Kokichi wondered for a heartbeat if everyone felt like the world was tilted when they had the opportunity to open up to someone, but banished the thought with the next movement Shuichi made, which was to take a step back, looking over him curiously.

Kokichi knew he could have pushed further, poke the metaphorical bear of temper some more and made Shuichi leave, but something inside him was tired.

Maybe this time, he'd let Shuichi push back.

... Kokichi checked the time again. Seven minutes had passed.

"Kokichi," Shuichi began slowly, but Kokichi didn't meet his eyes. The hallway wall seemed very interesting right now. "Are you okay? Whenever I bring up something to do, if it's not a few hours away, you shut the idea down. And I know you stay up late, a lot later than what's healthy, and... And I see you muttering to yourself sometimes, or doing something that doesn't make sense in the situation. I know it could all just be a part of who you are, but...

"Are you okay?"

Are you okay. Are you normal, more like. Shuichi, like the detective he was, had laid out a good handful of his symptoms, of the things he couldn't always cover up or handle, and Kokichi didn't move.

... So, is that it?

Kokichi knew Shuichi was growing uncomfortable with the silence; the shifting and fidgeting he did would have made it obvious to him, even if they hadn't been dating for over a year now. Kokichi raised his free hand, eyes going to the door, and a memory of soon after they started dating came to mind.

"Are you really sure you'd wanna date a liar like me? I doubt you'll want me once you really know the true me – if you can manage to unravel my lies, that is, nishishi!"

"Yes, I'm... I'm sure. And unless your 'true self' is a murderer or something, I won't leave you just for you being yourself. That would be just wrong."

"... Oh really? You promise then? To stay with me even if you find out the horrible secrets of who I really am?"

"I – ... Yes, I promise. I love you, Kokichi.

... Hah. "I love you, Kokichi." Kokichi knew it was a lie, the promise Shuichi made. No one wanted to stay with someone who dealt with something as "obviously fake" as Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder. No one wanted to deal with someone who spent half their life in a world they made up.

"Kokichi?"

Ah. So he hadn't left yet. Alright, might as well tell him and get this over with, since Kokichi knew how this was going to end anyway. How... Boring.

How... Typical.

"Nishishi!" With a giggle and his fakest smile yet, Kokichi lunged forward, grabbing Shuichi's arm and pulling him inside the room. Shuichi stumbled as Kokichi shut the door behind him, quickly spinning on his heel and leading the way into the living room.

"Ah? Kokichi?" Shuichi's voice betrayed his surprise, while on the outside Shuichi appeared quite calm, the only indication of concern his raised eyebrows and glances around the room. He followed Kokichi slowly, shuffling to the couch that Kokichi plopped down on; Kokichi was already scrolling through his saved photos, looking for a specific one. "Kokichi, what is it? Did – did something happen?"

Yes, I developed a mental disorder years ago as a coping mechanism, thank you for your concern, Kokichi snarked back in his head. He stayed silent through, even when he found what he was looking for and jabbed his phone at Shuichi for him to take.

Shuichi flinched, but after a moment of staring between the two, he gingerly took the phone, perching himself down at the edge of the couch cushion as he read. Kokichi turned away, gazing at the solitary window his dorm provided, waiting for Shuichi to understand.

He knew the words by heart. He knew the explanation by heart, he should say. He got used to having to explain it to therapists over the years, and having to pull up sources for the ones that scoffed at him. Heck, if Shuichi wanted, he could probably rattle off the url for the webpage of the the scientist who put a name to his disorder.

But Kokichi wasn't going to do that. As he heard Shuichi take a deep breath, Kokichi closed his eyes, waiting for the rejection, the mocking, or the storming out.

Hey, maybe he'd get all three this time. It had been a while since he got that reaction... Not since...

"So... You have... Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder?"

Kokichi didn't open his eyes. "Yeppers!"

"And that's why you've been doing all... All the things I talked about earlier?"

"... Yep!"

"..."

"Okay, thank you for telling me, Kokichi. I'm glad I get to understand you a bit better."

All at once, Kokichi's eyes snapped open wide, he shot up to a sitting position, and his jaw dropped open like a fish's mouth. He didn't know how he felt – relieved? Happy? Loved? – but something was going on with his emotions, and Kokichi had to take a deep breath to steady himself, feeling light despite how heavy his heart had been just a minute ago.

"You... You don't..." Kokichi didn't care if Shuichi could see right through him right now. Kokichi blinked at Shuichi, as if the situation were a fuzzy dream that would disappear if he just woke up, and as Shuichi reached for his hand, a concerned frown on his face, Kokichi finally found the words to express his shock.

"You really don't care? Shuichi, this – this is – a, a, a DICE member left because they didn't want to deal with that! With... Me! Why on earth would you... It doesn't... It doesn't..."

Kokichi trailed off. Swiftly, Shuichi moved to put his arms around Kokichi, and the smaller boy buried his face in Shuichi's shoulder like it was second nature.

"I'm really, really sorry, Kokichi," Shuichi breathed, just loud enough for him to hear, and Kokichi tensed, heart skipping a beat before Shuichi kept it going with his next words. "You shouldn't have had to feel like this was something you needed to hide."

... What. Kokichi stayed there for a heartbeat. Slowly, shakily, he brought his own arms around Shuichi, and though his face was still pressed against his boyfriend's chest, Kokichi mumbled out, "You still love me?"

"Wh – of course I do!" Shuichi's voice was surprised, but there was still that undertone of "why the hell are you asking me this?" that Kokichi expected of him, and Kokichi choked out a laugh as Shuichi continued. "I wouldn't... Kokichi, I..."

Kokichi took a deep breath. Pulling away from Shuichi, Kokichi grinned, and not even he was sure whether it was fake or not. "I knew my beloved wouldn't leave me! I was just testing you!"

Shuichi pulled back as well, though he kept his arms wrapped around Kokichi. Something danced in his eyes – pity? Love? Kokichi couldn't tell.

But the shock was wearing off now. And with the lack of shock came all the previous emotions Kokichi had before he opened up.

"Welp, alright. That's enough mushy business for one day!" Kokichi beamed at Shuichi, jumping off the couch and turning to face him while clapping his hands. "Now, I'm gonna ask this of you as polite as possible, so listen up, Shuichi."

"Ah?" Shuichi shifted on the couch, straightening up and giving Kokichi his full attention. "What is it?"

Kokichi gave him one of his creepier grins, and said very, very slowly, "Get the fuck out of my dorm room so I can daydream, and do not breathe a single word about this to anyone."

Shuichi jolted back, but after a moment had passed where Kokichi didn't move and gave him the opportunity to process his request, Kokichi felt his heart flutter as Shuichi laughed. "All right, I'll do that. I'll see you later, then?"

"Totally!" Kokichi held his hand out. "Buuuut, you gotta give me my phone back, beloved! Don't tell me you were trying to steal it!"

Soon, after a series of apologies from Shuichi, and a return of reassurances and pushes from Kokichi, Shuichi was out of his dorm, and Kokichi was able to sigh in relief as he returned to his bedroom, checking his phone again.

Hm. Fifteen minutes.

And it seems that Kokichi had lost his train of daydream in that time.

...

Maybe he'd listen to some love songs this time.

#long post #my fics #drv3 #saiouma #saiouweek #oumasai #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #madd #actually madd #fic #sorry for the late fic!#i had a very bad day and had to push this back #but it's here now and i'm really proud of this!#himiko cast original post

49 notes · View notes