#was pretty fun to do something different for once

[holylulusworld]

How to cure a grump (3)

Summary: You’re losing your job on Christmas.

Pairing: CEO/Boss!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, grumpy Bucky, awful boss, mistaken identity, kinda fake dating trope, snowed-in trope

How to cure a grump (2)

Tonight, you don’t get much sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, knowing your boss, the man costing you your job and future, is sleeping right next door.

How dare he come here to demand shit from you after kicking you out two days before Christmas! Mr. Rogers knew about the password and PIN. He could’ve easily told your boss about it.

“Wait! That bastard!” You sit up on your bed and curse loudly. They are friends. Maybe this is some sick game they are playing. “I won’t be the butt of their jokes!”

When you get out of bed, you push your feet into the Santa Claus-themed slippers your mom got you for Christmas last year. 

Looking down at your body, you chuckle as the shoes look so different from the high heels you wore for work. They look like Santa's face. They have a white, fluffy beard and mustache. A red Santa hat sits atop each slipper.

“Fuck it,” you mutter and storm toward the door. If Barnes wants to mess with you, he’ll pay for it.

You storm into the guest room without knocking, immediately switching the light on.

“What?” Bucky looks at you like a deer in the headlight. He sits on the bed, in nothing but his boxer briefs. While you try not to stare at his abs, muscular arms, or the prominent bulge in his pants, he’s less subtle.

Bucky looks you up and down in your red and white Christmas-themed pajama set. “Are you often wearing onesies?” He snorts. Bucky never spent time with a woman wearing anything but silky nightgowns, or only a smile for bed.

You’re wearing a long-sleeved pajamas onesie style, featuring a fair isle pattern with elves, snowmen, and Christmas trees on a red background with white accents.

You huff. “I didn’t know you hold power over me in the bedroom too. It’s soft and plush, and I don’t give a shit if you like it or not. I want to know why you are here! Is this a trick? Do you and Rogers want to make fun of me?”

“Rogers must’ve forgotten you left the password,” Bucky grunts while wildly gesturing toward you. “I talked to him, and he didn’t mention it. If I knew about it, I wouldn’t have come here to spend the night at a guestroom in the middle of nowhere instead of getting drunk on Barbados, two hot blondes in my arms.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Figures,” you huff. “I’ll call Walt. Maybe, he can help us get you to the airport so you can leave all the little ants working for you behind to spend an annual salary on your vacation!”

“Not my annual salary,” he dares to say. Bucky even smirks, and you lose your temper again. Right when he gets up from the bed to grab his pants, you jump into motion and tackle him to the ground. He yelps as you slap him across the face, once, twice, three times.

Bucky grabs your wrists in an attempt to stop you from hurting him.

“Munchkin is everything—” Your mother chuckles as she watches you sit on top of Bucky. “Oh, kids, I’m sorry. If only I knew you’re celebrating your reunion!” She closes the door behind her, leaving you and Bucky to your fight.

“Tomorrow morning you are gone, bastard,” you growl. “Now let go of me before I castrate you.”

He smirks. “Your mom believed we were having sex. Did you keep her awake often while you were still living here?”

“Says the man whore,” you wiggle in his grip, snarling as he won’t let go. “I’m not the one with an endless stream of women leaving my bedroom.”

“Not only my bedroom.” He still smirks when he finally releases your wrists.

You hurriedly get up and glare at him.

“I don’t care. In the morning, you’ll find a way to get out of my house, and my town. Use your money for something useful for once. And don’t contact me again! You are dead to me”

Slamming the door shut behind you, you huff. How can women fall for your asshole boss? You can’t believe they only see his pretty façade.

“Morning, lovebirds,” your mother chirps as you make your way into the kitchen. She’s humming Last Christmas while you are in a sour mood. Bucky Barnes has this effect on you. “Oh, where’s James?”

You take a deep breath, ready to tell your mother the truth. This is a serious case of mistaken identity. “Mom, uh—do you remember that I told you my boyfriend broke things up with me some time ago?”

“Of course, Munchkin,” she coos while flipping a pancake. “I’m all for second chances, Y/N. Maybe he finally realized how much you mean to him. But—” She points a knife in Bucky’s direction the moment he steps into the kitchen. “If he messes up again, I’ll castrate him!”

“Like mother, like daughter,” Bucky grumbles as he steps further into the room. “Good morning. Please don’t start the new day by castrating me.” He flashes your mom a stunning smile, earning a giggle.

“Oh, I was joking, James,” she says and goes back to preparing breakfast for a whole football team. “What do you like for breakfast? We have waffles, pancakes, bacon, and eggs, or French toast.”

“I usually only eat egg white.” Bucky pats his stomach, rubbing it. “I try to stay fit.”

“For the ladies,” you sarcastically say. “Mom, he won’t stay for breakfast. James will leave now and try to get a flight back to New York.”

“What? No! He must stay for breakfast,” she sniffles and uses her powerful puppy dog look to make your resolve to kick your former boss out crumble. “What about the Christmas dinner? I already planned everything. I was awake all night!”

“Mom,” you sigh. “He needs to take care of business.” It’s not a complete lie. Bucky wants to take care of a few things back in New York. “Do you think we can make it to the airport?”

“No,” she pouts before taking a large bite from one of the waffles. You watch her chew slowly before speaking again. “The streets aren’t the only problem. Maybe we could make it to the airport with your dad’s old truck, but the airport is closed.”

“I got a private jet,” Bucky throws in, earning an angry look from you. Of course, that rich bastard has a private jet.

“James, no plane will take off today, or for the next days. Not even a private jet,” your mother points out. “If you’d excuse me now, I must pick up a few things for Christmas.”

“Mom, what about the snow?” You hate to see her sad face. “Do you want me to get what you need? I was always the better driver.”

“Your dad was the best driver—” She stiffens, and you can see grief flash up in her eyes. No matter how long he’s gone, she’ll always miss your dad. “He taught me everything.”

“I know,” you murmur and hold out your hand to squeeze hers tightly. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Yeah.” She nods while struggling to hold back a sob. “I forgot to add a few things to my Christmas list. The streets should be free for now. We should hurry before more snow will keep us from leaving.”

Much to your dismay, Bucky decided to join you on your shopping tour. His pilot told him there was not a chance to get back to New York anytime soon. Now he needs a place to stay over the holidays and boots. It’s too damn cold to wear slippers.

“Over there you can buy boots,” you say, and point at the only shop in town selling warm boots. “I’ll get the things on the list, Mom. You can wait here.”

“Alright, Munchkin,” your mom says while watching Bucky look at you, brows furrowed. He dips his head to watch you storm off. “Don’t take it to heart, James. Christmas was always hard for Y/N since her dad passed away, and John left her for some other girl.”

“John, huh?” Bucky asks as you are busy buying everything your mom has on her list. “What happened?”

“It’s not my place to tell you, James. All I can say is that they wanted to marry the next spring and John decided to cheat.” She huffs. “Y/N moved across the county to get away from him, their business, and the girl he chose over her.”

“Their business?” Bucky presses on. “What kind of business?”

“Oh, nothing special. They—” Your mother gasps loudly as John steps toward you at your aunt’s bakery. “No, no! This will ruin Christmas for Y/N!”

“What?” Bucky follows your mother’s eyes, seeing you stiffen as John stands in front of you to chat you up. “That him?”

“Yes, I must stop him from hurting her!”

“Leave this to me.” Your mother smirks when Bucky enters the bakery. She even chuckles as John’s fiancé watches your former boss walk toward you.

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn’t know what came over him until he shoves John out of his way to cup your face and kiss you fiercely.

You whimper against Bucky's warm and plump lips. It's been a while since someone kissed you, and this kiss is on top of your list.

“Dude, excuse me! We were talking,” John grunts as Bucky and you part. You stare at Bucky, unsure what to do. “Hey! This is not the place to make out!”

“What?” Bucky turns around to smirk at John. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was missing my fiancé, is all.”

“Fiancé?” John hiccups as you are too stunned to react. What just happened? Why did your former boss kiss you? Why is John here?

“Yes, fiancé. And I’d appreciate it if you stopped distracting her. Her mom is waiting outside, and it’s damn cold. We don’t want this lovely lady to get sick, don’t we.”

“Sure, sure,” John awkwardly stammers. “It was nice seeing you, Y/N. Have a good Christmas.” John and the woman he chose over you leave the bakery in a hurry.

You’re still shell-shocked and just watch them leave. What else can you do? If you slap Bucky’s face now, John knows this was all just play pretend.

Meanwhile, your mother stands outside the bakery, smiling to herself as Bucky nervously rubs the back of his neck.

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[classicanalyzer]

What If Season 3 - What If... the Red Guardian Stopped the Winter Soldier? Thoughts

"Now, think. Think back. What's the first thing you see?" Alexei Shostakov

"I see... I see... I see Coney Island." The Winter Soldier

"See! You are somebody. You are the Great Coney Island hero. And the Red Guardian is proud to fight next to you." Alexei Shostakov

Episode 3 was so peak. Alexei is so fun! I really wish we got a movie, a show, or something with him because he's such a fun character. His dynamic with Bucky is also pretty fun. We got so much lore about the assassination of Howard and Maria Stark. This is the last episode written by A.C. Bradley, and man I'm going to miss her writing and work in What If. Also, this episode was supposed to be in S2 (footage of it can be seen in S2's title sequences and the S2 finale fanfare) but was swapped out for the Corpsman Nebula episode which was supposed to be in S3.

Alexei's character in this episode is really great. He may be really enthusiastic about his belief in Communism and the Soviet Union, but it's clear he genuinely wants to do good. I really like how he isn't as dumb as he looks and how he sees the good and best in people. Someone also pointed out how since this is 1991, the USSR is on the verge of collapse, and Alexei thinks they will overthrow the US which shows how he was kept in the dark by his bosses about the USSR's deteriorating situation. Even Alexei realizes after he knows Dreykov and the Red Room are working with Capitalists that those at the top never truly cared about the ideals of the USSR as he did. I also find it funny that the What If situation possibly came that, What If Alexei stole the file of the Winter Soldier's assignment lmao. David Harbour was amazing casting for Alexei in the Black Widow movie and this episode continues to prove why it was perfect casting.

I really love how Dreykov and the Red Room knew about and was connected to HYDRA and the Winter Soldier. It makes me wonder if the Red Room's Sky Fortress was a HYDRA collaboration and the Red Room simply cut their ties with HYDRA after the Winter Soldier movie. While this doesn't fix my feelings about the Red Room's Sky Fortress, someone pointed out how HYDRA most likely covered up the Sky Fortress from SHIELD. This makes so much more sense than if the Sky Fortress was simply able to hide for so long because it was simply good at "hiding" lmao. I also liked how it pays off a fact from S2 Episode 2, Bucky as the Winter Soldier was used by the USSR. That's some great multiversal continuity there haha. I love the Red Room presence in this episode with Dreykov and the Red Room Task Force soldiers. Also, Antonia Dreykov being in the picture is pretty sad and dark given what happened to her and how Dreykov never truly cared about his own daughter.

I love to see Bill Foster in this episode and I love his suit from S2 Episode 2. It's just really nice to see Bill Foster as the hero Goliath since we never saw him in action before in the movies. Ranger Morales was also a fun new side-character for this episode.

The montage of Alexei and Bucky heading to the United States was perfect and funny with the major differences in their purpose and tone. When that Winter Soldier theme kicks in, I got the chills. I like that Alexei does have his morals, even if he says it's to spread Communism and the revolution, it shows how he doesn't tolerate the work HYDRA is doing. It's really funny seeing Alexei quip during his fight with Bucky that Bucky just resorts to biting him.

I laughed when Bucky and Alexei both agreed to go off the cliff, even Uatu was surprised. These two super soldier idiots really make for a funny team once Bucky loosens up a bit. The Russian music in this episode is both epic and funny given how it's used. I also love the comedic gag of Alexei trying his best to get Bucky to stop resorting to killing as the first solution to every problem.

Bucky legit has a mental crisis when he realizes he failed for the first time. I love the arc where Bucky even if for this mission broke out of the programming and realizes HYDRA never cared for them. The scene with him remembering Coney Island is so heartwarming given how he and Steve hung out at Coney Island. Likewise seeing him reject Dreykov’s kill order on Alexei was heartwarming to see. I also love how he listened to Alexei's advice of using his metal arm to block the bullets when Stane tried to kill them. Their friendship (they’re basically siblings in this episode) truly is one of the most heartwarming things to see how Alexei managed to bring the good out of the Winter Soldier and both of them considering themselves friends. Sebastian Stan's voice performance went a long way from him phoning it in back in Episode 1. Also “Technique!” haha.

"He's right, though. About the Red Room, Dreykov..." Alexei Shostakov

"Dreykov's a pig. All of them are. But not you. You are a good man." The Winter Soldier/Coney Island Hero

The Rook being Obadiah Stane was a surprise to me. It didn't register that was him until near his death and the end credits confirmed my suspicions. I was really surprised but yet also not surprised that Obadiah told the Russians (and therefore by extension HYDRA) about Howard's recreation of the super soldier serum. God, seeing Obadiah talk about how "amazing" Capitalism makes me sick, and glad to see him fall out of the window after Bucky threw Alexei's shield at him. Hopefully, with Howard and Maria Stark alive along with Stane's death, Tony's life will be a lot less messed up and has less daddy issues.

I really hope Vasily Karpov dies in Las Vegas that's one less HYDRA personal in this universe. Also, I hope when Bucky was being brainwashed that this time, it was less successful than the previous moments, thanks to Alexei's influence. Plus, thanks to Alexei disavowing the Red Room and his nation, the Siberian Winter Soldiers will never occur!

Also hell yes, Alexei gets to be a part of the Avengers and Captain America knows him!

Episode 3 is truly a peak episode and showcases a dynamic ripe with story and character exploration. It'll be very interesting to see how Thunderbolts will show the two interact. This episode uses its characters amazingly well.

Note: Someone pointed out that so far, each episode has a tiny person interact with someone or something much taller (Sam with Gamma Apex Bruce, Kingo with Celestial Agatha, and now Alexei and Bucky with Goliath). I wonder what Episode 4 will do to continue this streak haha.

"Fighting for survival. For acceptance. Fighting to be somebody. But in the end, the fight is never the point. It's your friendships that change the course of history. Even when they end." Uatu

[sufferu]

Out of all of your IFs, which Subaru is having the best Christmas?

Pffft, alright that’s fun. I’ll keep this limited to the ones that are significantly different from canon:

Crusch IF: Assuming this is post-Whale and not that crack fic prompt I wrote last year, it’s…honestly it’s a pretty good Christmas. He’s practically the darling of the Crusch Camp at this point, so like at least half of those people have decided to get him at least something small. This is especially the case since they still haven’t actually publicly acknowledged his contribution to the Whale/Sloth fight due to him being in no condition to receive that sort of recognition, and even though that was absolutely the kindest thing they could have done at the moment a lot of them STILL feel pretty guilty about it. Then there are people like Crusch, Wilhelm, Ferris, Julius, Reinhard, the Pearlbaton triplets, Ricardo, Joshua, Emilia, etc. who actually have a personal relationship with him of some sort and very much want to help this psychotic mess that he’s devolved into regain some semblance of holiday spirit. —Plus, if we’re taking that crack fic as canon, them celebrating Christmas this year is in and of itself a bit of an inside joke and a way to try and nudge him into participating in something that he’s already demonstrated a level of real joy towards.

Of course, from Subaru’s POV he’s still surrounded by all his murderers/living echoes of the loved ones he watched die fuck knows how many times, so. There’s that. But…this is a level of genuine affection that’s actually genuinely difficult to misunderstand as a threat, so…there’s a good chance it actually breaks through after all.

If it does go well, then Subaru is both incredibly touched and also mortified at the realization that he didn’t get anyone any presents. Everyone points out that they didn’t get HIM anything last year, so, it kind of evens out. He probably cries. When he sits down to eat with everyone, it’s the first time in months he can actually taste his meal.

Back to Zero IF: …Look. They TRIED. They really, REALLY tried. But everything went to hell at some point or another — the meal got completely fucked up, a bunch of gifts got destroyed, someone set the tree on fire, another Mabeast somehow got loose across the Estate — and now they’re all scrambling to make sure they don’t somehow murder Subaru via this abomination borne from the holiday spirit. Julius shoves a handful of snow down the back of his shirt at one point in an attempt to cheer him up. At one point they take their eyes off of him and he falls into freezing water, and now he gets to spend the rest of the season bedridden with a really bad cold while Wilhelm angrily berates the poor landscapers about the pond that everyone had previously thought couldn’t possibly kill anyone. Subaru is not having a great Christmas.

Nect Reveal IF: Julius wanted to do something nice for him, and also Subaru is apparently just a couple months old and therefore the baby of the Anastasia Camp. It’s not as over the top as Crusch IF but everyone is having fun. The Pearlbatons have decided that Subaru makes for the best chair, whether he wants to be a chair or not. He’s not as annoyed by this as he pretends to be and everyone knows it.

Runaway IF: Assuming that Subaru actually figures out the date, he manages to celebrate by stealing a little more bread than usual — and even some berries! He looks so pathetic that the shopkeeper just lets him, even though he really could have stopped him very easily. Holiday spirit for the win I guess.

House Arrest IF: Absolute chaos. Tonchinkan, Subaru, and Felt all set the Astrea Manor on fire somehow while they were trying to put together a holiday surprise for the rest of the camp. It was Subaru’s idea, and the other four are going to be very loud about that fact once Reinhard gets back from running errands.

Nameless Wanderer IF: Schwartz and Julius are going on a date. Neither of them realize that this is a date.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Cigarettes after sex (modern!Criston Cole x Reader)

synopsis: Christmas is the season of giving and even though neither Criston nor you really celebrates the holiday, who are you not to give each other something.

warnings: drug use (smoking weed), making out, smut, pwp, fingering, 69, oral sex (m and f receiving), afab reader

word count: 2.3k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1 @bucknastysbabe

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Dividers by @strangergraphics

The holidays had been a rather lonely time until a couple of years ago. When you had met Criston, you soon developed the tradition that for any holiday you would spend the time together, getting high off your minds and forgetting the rest of the world. Which led you to this day. While everyone is busy spending time with their families, the two of you had just put on a random Christmas movie that's cringe enough to make fun of and lit up the second round of joints since dinner. Leading to this moment.

This moment is what heaven must feel like. At least you are pretty sure of it as the smell of weed fills the air, shrouding the room in thick clouds. Its source rests between Criston's fingers. He has his eyes closed comfortably, breathing calm and deep, situated half lying between your spread legs resting his back against your front. Both of your eyes are trained on the TV, yet the movie doesn't register in either of your brains. Neither of you had the energy to make any comments about the main characters on screen. The fairy lights in the corner of your eyes have stopped distracting you long ago as well. The only thing that doesn't go past you in fact, is the feel of his raven hair between your fingers. Smooth like the finest silk, the dishevelled locks glide through the digits like a dark river. Curling it around your fingers before letting it go again only to repeat it in a different strand until his hair was just a bit curlier than before.

Your eyes, already half close as well, shut even further until it is barely distinguishable if they are open at all or not. In your lap Criston has begun to make a sound as humanly close as possible to a purr. A low rumbling breathing from his steadily rising chest as your nails run over his scalp. A sigh escapes your parted lips and is immediately met by one from his. Followed by the sofa and the two of you being shaken by a coughing fit wracking his body.

Once Criston settles back down, your hands immediately go back to his head. Nestled comfortably between your legs, so the two of you can go back to watching the tv. Distracted ever so often by the sight of the shorter, dark hair that covered his chest down to the waistband of the grey sweatpants that covered what lay below.

The strength to keep your eyes open much longer wanes with the calm moment and they fall close on their own. Just as they do, you feel the man on top of you shift again. This time to turn, laying on his stomach, hands holding your hips and chin resting just above the apex between your legs. Looking down to meet his gaze, you can see in the sparkle of his eyes that he wants to say something. However, it quickly gets pushed to the back of both your heads as you notice just where the warmth on your stomach comes from. Fanning right from his nose is his breath, warming the space where your shirt had ridden up to expose just a bit of midriff. Goosebumps spread over the skin there immediately and your stomach stutters under the motion of exhaling a shuddering breath. One of his large hands runs up and down on your thigh. Inching closer to its apex with every stroke. There are no words spoken between the two of you. In fact, you are sure that if you tried to speak the words would get devoured by the thick tension before they could reach the others ears.

“You look so hot right now.” Criston whispers huskily.

“I want you so much.” You reply in the same tone, slightly tugging at his hair again.

The action makes his eyes flutter shut and elicits a low groan from him.

In the blink of an eye Criston all but pounces on you. Crashing your lips together in a borderline aggressive with need kiss. It is all teeth and tongue, hands desperately wandering over the other's body. Grabbing at every bit they can. Matched perfectly until the two of you calm down and your hands find their place. One on his neck and one back in his hair, while his wander under your shirt to rest just underneath the hem of your sports bra at your sides. Even then the feeling of warm skin against warm skin and tongues lapping against each other have him whimpering.

However, the full extent of it only reveals itself to you when you part from him. Your eyes flutter open after a few moments, to see him looking at you with pulled together eyebrows already. His surprisingly soft lips parted ever so slightly, silently asking for more. Waiting for when you are ready to continue. The hand you had previously buried in his hair, lets loose of the strands to caress over his cheek bones and beard to lastly swipe over his lower lip.

At the same time, deft fingers push up your shirt, then hook into the waistband of your pants and pull them down along with the panties underneath. As soon as the clothes are discarded and you are spread out before him, to gaze at without being hindered by any fabric, his hands start to ghost over your entire body. Running over your breasts and teasing your nipples, down your sides over your soft skin and diving back between your legs. Pushing them apart a little more, he rubs circles into your thighs, only ever teasing your already wet centre with his fingertips.

“Criston, please stop teasing already.” You whine after a while and chase his fingers with your hips.

“I want to enjoy you thoroughly.” He whispers against the skin of your collar bones.

His hands continue their explanation further upwards, circling just around your slit. His other hand holds you down by the hips, to keep you from shifting too much. Making your back arch off the bed ever so slightly as two of his thick fingers finally enter your cunt with a twist of his wrist. Curling inside to brush against the spongy spot inside you and pumping in and out at a torturously slow pace. The sensation gets accompanied by the tingling his lips leave behind wherever they touch your skin to leave behind the marks of wet open-mouthed kisses. Wandering all over your collar bones and up your neck to the sensitive spots behind your ears. The stubble on his chin only adds to the exhilarating sensation.

“Fuck, Criston… Feels so good…” you mewl, running your fingernails up and down his back.

“You're doing so good for me.” He praises you breathily.

With a flick of his wrist, Criston changes the angle and pace his fingers thrust into you for his thumb to circle tight circles over your clit. He revels in your enthusiastic response of louder moans and more writhing, letting the warmth of the validation for his actions fill his chest. Just then you begin to clench around his fingers harder. Approaching the edge to your climax rapidly.

“I'm so close.” You whine, moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers to get that last bit of stimulation that tips you over the edge that Criston had kept you on.

“Just a bit longer. You look so breathtaking fucking yourself on my fingers.” He almost pleads in a husky voice.

Your legs come together to keep his hand right where it is. Moaning and crying out as ripples of pleasure run through your trembling body. Crying out at the empty feeling as the nimble digits pull out of your quivering core.

Your eyes meet and you can't hold back a huff of a satisfied chuckle. Watching closely as he sucks his fingers clean, moaning as the taste hits his tongue.

Once he deems his fingers clean, you get pinned under his weight.

“I think we should take this to the bedroom. Now.” You suggest in a breathy whisper.

“I think your right.” Criston agrees in the same tone.

Taking off the rest of your clothes and throwing them somewhere before he stands up. Pulling you along with him by the hands. In the same breath he pulls you into another kiss. Blindly the two of you stumble from the living room area to your bedroom. One hand outstretched as to keep you from running into every single piece of furniture you possess. Meanwhile, your other hand, with the help of one of his, leaves a trail of his Criston´s pants and boxershorts on the floor.

He lets himself fall onto the mattress once you reach your destination. Sliding upwards until he is situated comfortably. Then, with one hand at the back of your upper thigh he urges you to climb over him until your core is aligned with Criston´s face. There is not a single moment wasted until you feel his fingers part your folds and his tongue laps at your wet cunt. A shock is sent straight through your body from your clit when the tip of his tongue grazes the sensitive bud. The force of it sends you to prop yourself up on his thighs, not holding back any of the moans and whimpers that get pulled from your lungs as your head falls back loosely even further. Instinctively your nails dig into the muscular legs. The resulting groan sends more ripples of heat through you as the vibrations of the sound hit your body. The way Criston eats you like your cunt is his last meal on death row makes your brain go hazy with lust. Reeling even further at the way the wet muscle fucks into you. Still affected by the last orgasms you are on the edge again before you know it. Wetting Criston´s chin with your release soon after.

Your whole body heaves as you try to catch your breath. You tremble and your arms buckle underneath you, yet you are not given the chance to calm down as the dark-haired man underneath you continues to eat you as if he is starved. His glazed over eyes never leaving your own.

“Please. Criston, please.” You beg repeatedly, even though you aren´t sure what you are begging for.

“Use your words. I know you can do it.” He encourages you, though it is hard for him to keep his mind together in the face of the pleasure he is both giving and getting from seeing your reaction to his actions.

“I want to suck your cock so bad. Please.” It takes all but too much concentration to get out your wish.

Still your need is met instantaneously, by Criston guiding you to turn around and still hover over his face. With his hard length now accessible, you don´t waste any time either. Wrapping one hand around it to tug at it in the same rhythm he had reverted to eating you out to. Revelling in the whines and whimpers as your tongue darts out to tease the tip with kitten licks and tiny kisses.

“Who is teasing now, huh?” He stammers against your folds, licking a broad stripe through them.

So, you wrap your lips around the thick arousal, lightly sucking on it. A little more with every time you bob your head up and down until it is fully nestled inside of your warm mouth.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.” He groans.

As your hand begins to play with his balls, one finger not so accidentally ends up running between his cheeks and teasing the puckered ring of muscles, he begins to suck at your clit with renewed vigour. His tongue diving deeper into your clenching hole and his whines become more desperate.

You can feel the erection twitch. Encouraging you to go just a bit faster, as you roll his balls in your hand, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and more mewling moans escaping around the thick cock as the twitching grows more frequent. You can feel that you are close again by the tight coil in your lower stomach and you know you can´t hold back until he spills himself into you. The previous two peaks have made you too sensitive, too overstimulated. Yet you still try to hold back just a little longer, which only makes the pleasure more intense.

The waves of your peak pull you under with a force you haven´t experienced before. Ripping almost indistinguishable cries from your chest, your legs struggling to keep you up so you don´t suffocate the man below you with your thighs. It rips through you so hard that you only realise that Criston had also reached his peak when he had already spilled himself down your throat. Stuttering breathing and sensitive whines coming from behind you as he tries to pull away from your mouth, but the mattress won´t let him pull back far enough. For a split second you have half a mind to overstimulate him but quickly decide against it as you feel tiredness sink into your own body.

Rolling off his equally trembling form, you lay down beside Criston. Giving the two of you a second to catch your breath and collect your thoughts.

Once the two of have calmed down enough to expel the fog of lust lingering in your brain, you cuddle up next to each other. You look over to see a sheen of sweat cover Criston´s tan skin and giving him a glow that only makes him more beautiful in your eyes.

In the other room, the credits of the movie begin rolling. Looking at each other you bite back a laugh and dressed in nothing, on still wobbly legs, go back to the sofa. Turning off the tv and lighting a cigarette.

[fistfuloflightning]

Ohhhh I have lots, @alita-blue! But where to start??

This whole idea came from the mental image of a 4yo Yanli holding bby Wangji and declaring him ‘the prettiest doll she’s ever had’—she babies him a little differently from how she does jc, bc lwj is more of a delicate child in more ways than one and she hovers a bit more. But they grow up incredibly close and once wwx is adopted they’re one of the closest sibling groups in the jianghu.

Hope Limit doesn’t mind me quoting them because this stuff is gold:

And Lan Zhan, Jiang Zhan? Ah, he would make his parents sooo happy, but that family dynamic would probably make him so sad, parents that constantly clash and all that, it's getting to his inherent melancholic core. He'd be so fun with his two new siblings though, yanli loves little brothers, wwx enjoys a good match for training, and just imagine how nice the whole wandering cultivator flair of Yunmeng Jiang would be if lwj grew up embracing that, he does that so well already, I feel, wandering off and hunting evil. I always think he would be a happier person at Lotus Pier, together with jc though, so I do wonder how he'd be there all by himself, growing up in a lively atmosphere with the emotional struggle of his parents tearing each other apart for him and his siblings to hear and witness. he might be a bit more feared among the other disciples, textbook example student that he is, sticking to rules, not joining them when they run around half naked in summer, eating watermelons, bc he has to study and train and make his parents proud. I wonder if wwx would still enjoy to tease him? or is it something he grows tired of after a few years.

I feel like wwx and lwj’s relationship as siblings would be similar to wwx and wen ning’s. Wwx acts as shy lwj’s mouthpiece throughout childhood since he doesn’t really say much, which infuriates Madam Yu on multiple levels. Instead of ‘incompetent’ jc, she bestows her dubious attention on ‘cowardly’ lwj, as she sees it, unable to speak for himself. And sometimes wwx dives in to save from social situations he’s in due to his position as the Jiang heir. But he’s stubborn as well and doesn’t bend for injustices, especially when he sees how his mother treats his brother. This also probably gets him in trouble when at Cloud Recesses for the lectures—the Wall of Discipline is all well and good, but there’s some rules on there that he simply does not agree with because it obstructs true justice. LQR likes him well enough, but not his soft rebelliousness which is why he’s more than a little concern when Jiang Zhan begins hanging out with Lan Cheng.

And Lan Cheng… something about him going through Cloud Recesses’ version of anger management just speaks to me lol. Both their personalities remain the same, but Limit and I agreed jc’s anger would remain but be wonderfully repressed and due to the pressure of the Lan discipline, it would find a way to leak out every so often. He’d be the scary Lan. His parents’ conflict would wear similar but not identical paths in his psyche and I feel he would be incredibly protective of his mother, or at least be more vocal about the injustice of her imprisonment. His father… I think he would do everything in his power to have Qingheng-Jun look at him with favor, not understand why the man ignores him, then continue to throw himself at his own cultivation and training thinking he’s not doing enough. QHJ and JFM are similar enough in this aspect that I don’t see JC’s relationship with his father changing from one au to another.

More of my rambles from that convo:

I guess a large part of JC’s change of character comes from him not having to compete against an interloper, so to speak, for his place in the family (since wwx was treated as his replacement). As Lan Cheng, born knowing lxc is the heir and future leader and not him, and I think that might be less stress on him mentally (but that’s not including his parents issues…) He’s pretty independent and outspoken in canon so I see lxc not hovering or thinking he needs to protect his younger brother to the extent he did lwj. In fact, knowing from birth he is not the heir might be less stress in that aspect, less emphasis on trying to reach impossible expectations and striving to be perfect. But his need for positive parental support might push him more than other motivators. And yes!!! I love the idea that he’s closest to LQR! Their personalities seem very similar/kindred spirits. He’d still have his anger, but he’ll have to channel that into his training I suppose. He’s definitely the type of Lan to radiate an aura of pure rage with an obvious (thin) mask of serenity which terrifies most anyone.

He’s not nearly as much a protege as lwj was ao that might make him struggle a bit and frustrate him endlessly, esp when he has to see lxc do that same task effortlessly. He probably bonds with LQR over being the less impressive second born son and over the years his uncle tries teaching him ways of getting around that.

lqr’s biggest hang up might be lwj’s soft rebelliousness, though how much of that is just sheer stubbornness 🤷🏻‍♀️ he might not be vocal but you KNOW there are some rules he doesn’t agree with/think are arbitrary to the true righteous path and isn’t afraid of pointing them out. Maybe LQR doesn’t like him giving Lan Cheng dangerous ideas and questioning Cloud Recesses’ way of life? Like the rule about no pets (wwx probably still gave Jiang Zhan a pet rabbit when they were kids lol) and I honestly would love to see jc with a dog again, which is yet another reason for wwx to try (and fail) to keep his brother away from the scary anger-repressed Lan 😂

On that note, have some little fluff Limit added about Lan Cheng’s little note cloud puppy:

I’m sure I have more stewing in my brain, but this is what I currently have unless @limitbreaker23 has more to add?

Lan Wanyin, from a Zhancheng role swap cooked up with @limitbreaker23 💕

[dawnthefluffyduck]

I had my first Pepsi since getting sick today and I think i got a bit carried away

The Ralsei in the bottom right is from the comic Looking Glasses by @ferronickel, you should check it out if you haven't yet ^-^ ((sorry for the tag at two in the morning haha))

edit: whoops forgot to link the comic

[sysig]

You're still standing off to the side. Somehow, center stage has shifted from under your feet without you realizing, and you're standing in the wings, performing to no one.

Starring Role (Patreon)

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pictures and things

[thunderboltfire]

They got lost on their way to a festival.

I definitely associate each of them with different styles of rock and metal, too. Igna'd definitely listen to power metal. She'd be more concerned with how energetic and catchy her music is, than with the technicalities, and the occasional fantasy silliness is an added bonus. I'd bet she'd listen to Blind Guardian, Rhapsody of Fire and maybe Hammerfall, with a side of Battle Beast.

I can't precisely put my finger on why I associate Argo with celtic punk so strongly, but probably due to the hopelessness of it. He's pretty self-conscious about being an unitnentional failure of his family, and he faces the prospect of early death head-on. Also, coincidentally despite all my love towards celtic punk, it's not a genre known for pretty vocal XD To some degree I think regional styles of rock, especially from post-soviet countries fit him too, mainly due to the melancholic lyrics.

Theria practically has 'folk metal' written on her forehead. I'm firmly convinced in a modern AU she'd listen to Korpiklaani and Ensiferum. She probably wouldn't be opposed to listening to some variations of power and viking metal too.

I'd expect that Daen would wear t-shirts of Rammstein, but actually I associate him most strongly with Sonata Arctica. I see him as partial to good symphonic metal, too.

Haart would be your classic denim and leather wearing dad metal guy, who oscillates between New Wave of British Heavy Metal, and classic rock and metal bands. He'd have several t-shirts of Iron Maiden, he'd own the whole discography of Saxon and would bond with Igna over Gamma Ray.

[bumblingbabooshka]

'Parturition' is so brave for being the yaoi ship trope episode of Voyager. "Neelix and Tom Paris had a physical.....fight." Also continuing Tom's beautiful habit of loving both infidelity and child abandonment with all his heart. Also, wonderful out of context quote: "I had no right to push that pasta in your lap."

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[alltimefail-sims]

Maaaaan I typed up this kinda long ass post about the aesthetic conversation; not that I think anyone would particularly care about what *I* have to say on the subject, but I digress. I'll just mind my business 😂

[funsizedcrow]

Quick sunset studies, trying to practice backgrounds and colors more :)

Original photos under the cut, taken by me while on vacation w my family this month

[kuromi-hoemie]

i can't believe i used all my tags on this. i have MORE TO SAY. honorable mentions i will not elaborate on: pikmin, runescape, OG animal crossing.

the reason for all my tags is because there's a difference between "most fun" and "most important" and feel like if they're important u should at least say why :3

[backpackingspace]

Some times I forget that my current therapist changed my ptsd diagnosis to cptsd and then that knowledge hits me over the head witha chair