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roseykat · 3 months

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TITLE: Play Tight

PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x f!reader

SUMMARY: Reader and Chan divulge their ‘excuse’ as to why they couldn’t make it to hot pot and barbecue dinner with their friends.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with me, my work, or page whatsoever.

TAGS: smut, porn with plot, swearing, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies, fwb, some pillow talk (ish)

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A/N: if you don't know what a refractory period is it's essentially about the ability of most women to cum back to back or one after the other in a short span of time between one orgasm and the next. Therefore, if it seems as though I've written about reader having multiple orgasms within quick succession, that's because she is and Chan is making the most of it. Also I really pushed the time limit with uploading this part bc I spent the last few hours trying to get the fan club which took fucking ages...

Hot pot and barbecue with friends - now that sounded fun.

You saw the group chat messages from earlier, and the plan to all meet up at half past six. Had you not orchestrated other arrangements, you would be sitting with them right now enjoying nice meals and chats. Instead, your body remains to be railed thoroughly, right into the bed that belongs to none other than Chan. The owner of very capable hands who had just finished fucking you on his couch earlier on.

He too missed dinner with everyone for the same reason. Selfishly being, to get laid.

Chan presented half of a lie to the group chat, saying that his family was back in the city - which was true, and that he was going to visit them, so he couldn’t make it - not true. You on the other hand conjured the only fib you could think of and told everyone that you were going to be working past six.

Both of you felt relatively guilty for ditching the dinner. However, it would’ve looked ten times more suspicious if the two of you suddenly changed your minds at the same time and decided to show up.

But why would anyone suspect anything? Nobody knew Chan was rearranging your guts every other night. Or so you thought. That dirty, slutty little secret was only kept hushed between you and Chan. These past couple of months you’ve spent at each other's houses, tainting the very last remnants of innocence either of you had.

You wouldn’t have realised it at first until you experienced it for yourself, but Chan is and can get really horny. Before him, there was no such thing as ‘hard-paced’ or ‘nasty’ sex. It was fairly vanilla, which there’s nothing wrong with from time to time. But at the minute, that wasn’t the cup of tea you fancied. No. It was something much dirtier and riveting, something that makes you feel like you’re very much alive.

Chan was able to achieve that in less than half an hour after you both hooked up one time after a night out. Sure there might’ve been alcohol involved, except neither of you were drunk enough to completely forget what an amazing time you both had. So much so that you and Chan decided to hook up again. And again, and again, until it became a weekly event.

In saying that, there were a few layers as to why you and Chan started seeing each other regularly. You needed the de-stressor from work that had been hounding you for months, and among other things, there is nothing like a good dick down to make just about make every worry in your mind disappear.

As for Chan’s situation, it wasn’t as light. Having been cheated on by his long term partner, Chan entered what you refer to as his ‘hoe phase’ to which he was rather embarrassed to learn that it’s something that people tend to go through when they’ve broken up with their significant other.

Nonetheless, you and Chan unexpectedly found each other in a way friends wouldn’t typically, and it was only limited to that. No strings attached, still remain good friends, and the best mind blowing sex.

“Fuck - yes, right there!”

Chan’s hips ram unforgivingly into you from behind. Creating godly, euphoric waves that ripple throughout your body each and every time he does. His fingernails clutch themselves into the soft flesh of your hips, allowing him to use that small bit of traction to pull your body back onto his cock or for him to thrust forward mercilessly.

This was way better than dinner with friends.

“W-Wait,” you reach behind to the side of your body, trying to tap his arm and prompt him to slow down so you could get your message across without having it fucked right out of you. “Ride…lemme ride you.”

Chan swallows and nods, taking a short breather, “yeah, yeah okay.”

Whilst you’ve learned a lot of things about Chan since you’ve started sleeping with him, he’s also learned some stuff about you. Like discovering throughout your secret sessions with him that you seem to cum the hardest when you’re riding him. He doesn’t entirely see the appeal of it since he doesn’t mind picking up all the slack just so you don’t have to do any of the work. At the same time, however, nothing feels as good as fucking his frustrations into you.

But he also doesn’t mind them getting fucked out of him. It easily added to one of the reasons why he found it so hot to watch you ride dick.

As he gently slides his cock out of you, moving into the next position where he now gets to lie back against his pillows. He watches you straddle him first, then take his length in hand before aligning it with your hole. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock.

The ‘o’ shape in your mouth enlarges when the entirety of his length vanishes inside you. He’s big. Something you can’t always grasp every time you sleep together. The silver lining in that however is that the foreplay is amazing.

“Christ,” you breathe out, lifting your hips up and down a couple of times, groaning as the pleasure already built up from before starts re-taking its effect to its highest extent. “Fuck, make me feel so full.”

“So you keep telling me,” he responds with a cocky grin as his hand reaches up to one of your tits and gropes ravenously. “But that’s what you like isn’t it? Having a big cock inside you, yeah?”

Your hand claps right on top of his, the other stabilises your body on his chest as you start riding at a pace comfortable enough to build some momentum. It doesn’t take long until every part of your body feels like warm flames are tickling your skin, leaving tingly traces in their wake.

“Yes, love it so much,” you pant breathlessly. “Love it when it makes me cum.”

Chan is glad to hear that. Then again, he knows. He’s fucked you long enough to know what you like, what you don’t, and what type of pleasure can turn your mind inside out. With that in mind, and one hand still groping you, he uses the other thumb to find your clit and rub generously.

“F-Fuck, oh my god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you plead in anguish as you start to feel your orgasm shift into sight.

It’s right there. The utmost pleasure and ecstasy at its apex swells from the pit of your stomach, to your toes, all the way into the crevices of your brain. Every part of you - physically and mentally, just seems to melt into Chan. His cock, which feels like it was made for you to use like this, glides frictionlessly until his tip kisses your g-spot so lovingly. Each time it hits, Chan earns extra centimetres of long red scratches down his abdomen, marked up by your fingernails.

“Cum,” he demands through gritted teeth. “Fucking cum all over me.”

Brainless and vacant as you were in trying to respond to him, your actions seemed to speak for themselves. As Chan continues to move his thumb consistently over your clit and you bounce yourself still on his cock, your eyes suddenly screw tight shut - shuddering before a surge of relief gushes from between your legs.

Chan grins sickeningly.

The untapped pleasure squeezes and strangles moans out of your throat, yet, in the few spare moments when you had come back down to earth, your stomach felt like it dropped at some point along the way. The minute you open your eyes, breathing hard and heavy, your attention catches on to the mess you’ve made.

Most of Chan’s abdomen is soaked with your juices, his taut torso gleaming with your cum. Droplets of it roll down his side and seep into the sheets below him. From there, the humiliation is quick to ensue. Chan even sees the panic fill your eyes.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” you whine apologetically. “I don’t know what happened! I was - I was caught up in-“

Chan ceases your babbling by grabbing the undersides of your thighs and just about throws you on your back as he moves to top you. His sudden movements catch you off guard, wondering for a moment what he was doing until he started fucking you again.

“Chris!” you cry out, latching around his back.

His head buries into the crook of your neck, “wanna feel you do it again. Wanna see you drip down my cock.”

At his words of request, you knew it was possible with the way that his dick hits deeper, pressing against those sensitive spots inside you that have been milked of pleasure. It’s not difficult to feel it building up again. There’s zero refractory period, allowing you to cum in an uninterrupted procession. At this stage, Chan could just whisper dirty things in your ear and have you become a squirting mess on his bed for him to watch. He wondered if that was actually possible.

After watching and making you cum an extraordinary amount of times this evening, Chan was about to witness another, this time, mixed with his own release of pleasure. He can never ignore that dense pressure stacking up in his cock, like a blocked pipe that’s about to burst with the help of the tension from your contracting walls.

One hand at a time, he places each beside your head to lift himself up while still trying to maintain a consistent pace. Then he coils back, grabbing the undersides of your thighs again and leaning some of his weight down so that he can press deeper.

Tears are pricking your eyes - not from any pain but from pleasure you’ve never felt. It’s so intense and has nowhere in your body to escape that the longer you hold it in, the more explosive it’s going to feel. As your emotions exude the ferocity of another orgasm, Chan absorbs your expressions, giving him a very clear estimate of when you’re about to cum.

“Gonna give me another one?” he asks even though you’re in no state of mind to give him a verbal answer. “Gonna be a good girl and get my dick wet one last time?”

You shake your head but only because you’re unsure if you can actually take that pressure that’s about to blow. Regardless of how high he has built your orgasms for you, you always take them well. It has you sobbing - screaming and clutching onto his bedding as you whimper that you’re about to cum. Chan could only just hear you over the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

“You can do it,” he reassures you. “You always do.”

At that moment, as if he just flipped a switch inside you, Chan had you gushing in an instant. Your upper body contorts to the left and stiffens as he fucks you right through it, right until his own orgasm slaps him on cue. Grunts mixed with whimpers force their way out from the base of Chan’s throat. His cock uncontrollably spurts his hot white cum, coating liberal amounts on your walls with a few hard, deep thrusts.

"Fuck, oh my god," he groans through gritted teeth, satisfaction seeping through into his blood.

He pulls back to sit on his heels, looking down as he grabs the base of his cock now slicker than usual with milky, almost transparent liquid rings of white. The fact that both of your juices have mixed together does something to a sick part of Chan’s brain. His lower half is still dripping with your cum, forcing you to shy away into the bunched up sheets when you realise you’ve made another mess on him.

Too weak to speak up about it, Chan had no trouble reading the room and caught onto your emotions. He was right to assume that you were embarrassed for it but fuck if Chan could experience it all again, he would. That then strikes an idea as he massages your inner thighs with the palms of his hands.

“That’s never happened before,” he comments with a little bit of surprise, making you turn with embarrassment, all the while trying to ease you back down from your high. “So fucking hot.”

His thumbs rub into your wet skin, inching closer to your pussy. Before you know it, the backs of his fingertips are brushing over your hole where his cum is leaking out of you. Semi sticky strings of it attach onto him when he pulls away and goes back in to smother it all the way up to your clit. He thumbs softly over the sensitive bud, setting fire again to the muscles in your lower half.

You shudder a little bit from the faint stimulation, and finally muster the energy to talk, “yeah…d-don’t know how. Usually it’s - mm, just cause’…maybe you were hitting the right spot.”

Chan doesn’t meet your eyes, and by the preoccupied look on his face, it was clear that he had another agenda as his thumb continued to rub mindlessly. Although, he did hear you as he smirked and shook his head.

“Nah, that was all you,” his mouth falls open slightly as he stares down at where his fingers begin to disappear.

“Chan…”

“I reckon you could give me one more,” he predicts as he starts to finger you slowly. “Just one more.”

“Please, fuck...” You whine loudly throughout the room. “D-Don’t think I can…please.”

Chan moves to the side of you just a little bit, placing his other hand on your lower belly to apply just a little bit of welcoming pressure while he ignores you, “yes you can pretty. Only one.”

His fingers curl deviously inside you, forcing an automatic bodily response for your eyes to roll to the back of your head and back to arch clean off the bed. As he strokes over the spongy area, your fists are clenching on the duvet. Your body is beyond sensitive and squirms uncontrollably at the faintest of his touch.

“Chris!” You sob, tears now leaking down the sides of your face from the euphoria.

This was the closest replica to being high. It’s like the pleasure picked up where it left off from the previous orgasm Chan brought to you and nearly doubled in intensity to the point where you thought for a moment that you were going to black out. But it hits you harder than before since his fingers have a bit more precision to find and hit your g-spot rather than making you feel fuller.

“That’s my good girl,” he says encouragingly.

There and then, as Chan detects the tell-tale signs that you’re about to cum, he finger fucks you at a generous pace that doesn’t let up on the time your insides have to try mitigate the pleasure. It goes into overdrive, sending a bunch of all the right signals straight to your brain.

“C-Cum…cumming…I’m-”

Chan appreciates the fact that he’s reduced you from crying and screaming his name to a silent, overstimulated mess. Alternatively, you’re surrendering entirely to the ecstasy which sweeps you under like a current. Chan doesn’t need to hold you in place for you to take what he’s giving you with his fingers. He just gives and gives, and gives until for the third time, he has you squirting.

“Oh yeah, look at that,” he grins excitedly, watching his palm and all the way up to his forearm become completely drenched in your juices. “What a good girl.”

By that point, Chan was successful in running your body dry. His pace slows down, now gently stroking inside you. Your quiet, strained moans die down, along with a reserve tank of energy you had left. You were limp and helpless, a gorgeous mess on the bed for him to admire.

Chan slowly takes his fingers out, gently massaging around your sensitive pussy, “fuck, so good."

You turn onto your side, processing all of that. For a few moments before, it felt like you had had an out of body experience, and maybe you were. Everything was so consuming and powerful that for a second you didn’t feel like yourself. But that wasn’t a bad thing, nor did you think of it that way. It’s just a new experience that you welcomed, one that made you feel good multiple times.

Chan hops off the bed and kneels beside you onto the floor as he strokes and pats your head, “you okay?”

You nod then go to sit up, “mm, just out of it. Give me a few minutes.”

“You - you shouldn’t move so much, not now at least,” Chan warns, then quickly spots the uncomfortable expression on your face as you realise that everything beneath you is wet and sticky.

“Your duvet,” you say to him, looking down and around at all the large damp areas.

“What about it?”

“Well it’s all ruined-”

“They’re not ruined,” he says defiantly like a stubborn child, almost like he was offended you even made that sort of comment. “It looks…fucking hot.”

“Hot,” you repeated with an airy chuckle.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” says Chan, bewildered.

“Neither could I to be honest,” you agree wholeheartedly. “It was really…intense and...strange.”

“Strange?” He retorts.

“Not a bad ‘strange’, just something I’ve always heard of, but never managed to do with someone else before,” you reply.

Chan smiles to himself, looking at his bed before that grin drops off his face, “never managed to do it with someone else before? As in, you’ve done it before, just…on your own?”

You blink up at him, quickly changing the subject, “reckon the others are still out?”

“I’d imagine so,” he says, still thinking about what you said previously.

“Hot pot and barbecue sounded so nice too…” you trail off, eyes going in and out of focus. Your body is starting to catch up to you.

“Well, luckily we live in the era of food delivery, right?” He responds confidently. “Let me clean you up first, then we can hop in the shower. After that, I’ll order it in for us, sound good?”

Sometimes when you’re with Chan, you forget that at the end of the day, he’s one of your good friends and still acts like it after you sleep with him. He knows when to be your fuck buddy and when to be your mate. None of it is awkward or weird and nor does he strive to make it that way.

Potentially it’s because of his nature to be a gentleman inside the bedroom just as much as he is outside, hence why you had a considerate amount of gratitude towards him for not being an ass like some of the people you’ve hooked up with or seen casually in the past. But that could never be the two people you slept with a few weeks back.

Not Hyunjin nor Jisung, whom you’ve thought about ever since that night at his apartment. Although it was truth or dare that led you all to the events that unfolded, you would’ve still slept with them anyway without the game. Just thinking about the two of them makes you miss them. Makes you miss the way that they touched you.

It was a different feeling to how Chan normally touches you. With him, he’s a friend with benefits. Someone who can call you or you can call him whenever either of you need each other. As a result, there isn’t going to be anything fond or loving between the pair of you - which you’re more than happy with. You made that clear to Chan at the start that you weren’t looking to enter into a relationship with him at any stage if that’s what he was thinking.

Thankfully, he wasn’t either.

But when Hyunjin and Jisung touched you, it was surreal. Almost natural, like they were meant to feel you that way and only them. That was the difference between them and Chan, not that you were comparing them since you saw them in separate positive lights.

There was just something about those two that left a strong imprint on your brain, something you can’t scratch without them…

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 15 days

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Sanc(tuary) Weekly

A weekly writing game for the Sanctuary fandom, where anyone is welcome to participate!

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At the start of each week duration, a participant will start a brand-new fic for the Sanctuary fandom!

From there, everyone who wants is free to reblog it with their own addition and so forth to make a story. Stories can continue being reblogged/written after their initial week, but a new fic will start the following week, with a new person starting as determined by the wheel spin. Wheel spins will be performed by sarcasticsciencefictionwriter two days before the next start date. The chosen person will be alerted via private messaging or askbox.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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The Dream - An Angel Reyes/OC Story.

So, guys. I want to put this out there to see if anyone is interested, because as usual, I’m doubting myself. If you all do wish to read more, then I won’t begin posting it until next week/week after, which will be for twice weekly updates once each chapter has hit 40 notes. I think that’s fair, given Angel’s popularity around these parts!

So yes, here’s the prologue. It started life as a completely different fic, originally written 15 years ago now, and I am slowly re-writing it to a better standard. If you’ve ever seen the film The Good Night, you will see I have drawn my inspiration for it from there. I’ve tagged everyone I can think who might be interested, too. I look forward to your thoughts!

Tag list - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 945

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Prologue.

The splintered floorboards against his cheek felt rough, yet damp at the same time as Angel opened his eyes a fraction, his head cloudy, a distinct smell of gasoline or something like it hanging in the air. “I went home, didn’t I? How the fuck did I... am I wasted? Did I keep on drinking and go back out, end up someplace?” His thoughts were befuddled as he came around more, everything so tangible that it took him a beat to realise that no, he hadn’t left his home again after the consumption of more alcohol. He was dreaming.

He opened his eyes properly, experiencing the sensation of his body unconsciously lifting from the floor until he was standing, his booted feet sounding like they were scraping across sandpaper as he took a few steps forward. His eyes were blurry, not focusing, feeling like he was walking through a mist until he felt his head thud off a wall, after which his vision cleared perfectly.

The whole house seemed to be bathed in an eerie green light, yet when Angel looked at himself in the mirror next to where he had hit his forehead so sharply, he appeared perfectly normal; like the light was touching everything else but him.

He had no idea where he was, this place his dream state imagination had transported him to was not based on any abode he had visited in his waking hours, but when he heard a sudden, thunderous banging noise, his instincts kicked in sharply. He might not have known what the source of the noise was, but he felt on pure instinct that he had to get away from it as fast as he could.

As he began to run in the opposite direction of where the sound emanated, a sound that grew so loud the floor shook, his feet pounding up the old wooden staircase of what was revealed to be an old, dilapidated house, he experienced the tingling of the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, his muscles tightening, that feeling of dread at being chased by something predatory engulfing him completely.

The noise was so loud, it deafened him as he took the stairs two at a time, each one splintering and fracturing into nothing beneath his feet as he ran, reaching the top and beginning to sprint along a long, narrow hall. Right at the very end, turning onto the same hallway, he suddenly saw a girl appear, running towards him, turning to look behind over her shoulder and then back at him, both advancing on each other quicker and quicker, but still almost as if they were in slow motion.

He felt an inexplicable desperation to get to her, like his life depended on reaching her and pulling her into his arms. It was at polar juxtapose, so surreal yet so real, he couldn't make sense of any of it.

He didn't have a clue who she was, but she looked like she needed to get to him every bit as urgently. She kept running to him, her long, brown hair billowing behind her as she ran and ran, reaching his open arms and letting out a huge, relieved sigh.

He looked down at her, her body pressed to his and felt as if he was losing his whole world into her eyes, like he'd slid into the dilated pupils if he looked at them for too long, those huge, hazel orbs, almost cartoonish, they were so big. His hands moved to her cheeks on instinct, the noise they’d both ran from growing louder, Angel resting his head to hers.

“Will you look after me? Don’t let it get me,” she spoke, her voice trembling, fear riddling her entire body, he could tell, her arms shaking as she reached to clutch his wrists.

He nodded rapidly. “It’s okay, I ain’t gonna let anything hurt you.” And he meant it, with every fibre of his being, he meant it from the depths of his soul. Nothing would hurt her, but he had no idea why he was so protective over this diminutive brunette, a mere figment of his imagination, perplexing thoughts riddling him as he stared down at her, feeling his pulse racing madly as the noise grew louder around them.

On impulse, he leaned down to kiss her, folding almost a foot, she was so tiny compared to him, yet when his lips touched hers, the entire dream imploded on itself, the loud noise booming in explosion as he sat up in his bed, covered in a thin veil of sweat.

“Shit,” he gasped, gulping. “I gotta stop drinking so much damned tequila.”

Meanwhile...

“Woah!” Keri exclaimed as she sat bolt upright, the last few traces of remembrance of her dream swimming before her eyes, the deafening noise she had heard like something erupting still ringing in her ears.

As she assessed the surroundings of her bedroom to find some stability, she could swear that the scent of the black haired man whose arms she’d ran to was still lingering under her nose, a man she had never seen before in her entire life, yet been compelled to get to as she’d ran through that house, the stairs crumbling beneath her feet as she’d fled the loud noise which had filled her with such dread.

Picking up her phone, she illuminated the screen, seeing that it was only four thirty in the morning, just three hours after she'd stumbled to bed after going out drinking with her friends. She hadn't expected to wake up again so soon, let alone from the most intense dream she'd ever experienced.

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choicesflashfics · 2 years

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How it works:

Each week, three different dialogue prompts will be posted (fluff, angst, misc/random). This is simply to lend writers a few different options to choose from.

You have to use at least one of the prompts, but you may use all if you’d like and can make them work together in your story.

The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present. Text fics are also welcome!

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pen-of-roses · 17 days

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Open Blorbo Blursday Question

Hello Writeblr, it is thursday, and thus i present to you another question for your blorbos that anyone and everyone is invited to answer

Ha! It's actually two different sets today! Yes it's because I fucked up last week and may or may not have been going insane because of a book, please disregard. Anyway! Answer one set or both!

Set one: Travel!

How does your character feel about traveling? Do they have a preferred/favorite method? Do they have a least favorite?

Do they get sick on any forms of transportation? Do they have a fear of any forms of travel?

Are there any forms they've always wanted to use but haven't for xyz reason? Is there any place they want to travel?

Do they just like travel for the sake of it? Or would they prefer to stay home?

Set two: Stories!

Does your character have any favorite stories from their childhood? Is it different from their favorite(s) now? Why do they like it?

What are their favorite and least favorite genres? (Would they like their own genre?)

Whats their preferred way of experiencing a story (books, spoken, sung, stage performances, tv shows etc)? And do they have favorite writers/performers/etc?

Are they a good storyteller? Are they a writer themselves?

Are they the type to care about say a fancy stylized book cover, box set, first edition? Or seeing a show in theaters or live performances over recordings?

Weekly Questions Tag List: @concealeddarkness13 @maple-writes (Let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

#blorboo blursday #hello writeblr #or choose neither i guess #do not ask about the book i am still upset

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mommabird1772 · 1 year

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Happy Witchcore Samantha Wednesday!

For those of you who are new here, this orginally stemmed from my obsession with Sam Winchester and Sastiel in the Supernatural fandom, and in an attempt to provide Sam a better life, created an AU with a transgender MtF witchcore Samantha, a genderfluid cottagecore beekeeper/gardener Cas, and non-binary toddler Jack

New audiences call for a slight change in direction, and while Samantha, Cas, Jack, and I are still available to answer questions about the family, Witchcore Samantha Wednesdays will now be focusing on making moodboards that fit the cottagecore and witchcore vibe. Suggestions and prompts are always welcome, just shoot me an ask or a DM! Today's moodboard is dedicated to @lord-kaira, who suggested the theme of embroidery.

Also, a big THANK YOU to everyone who liked and reblogged my last two moodboards! The Samhain hit over 120 notes and the Dia De Los Muertos is pushing 250!!! Thank you for all your love and support!

As with the rest of my moodboards, none of these pictures are my own, and I claim no credit for any art or design used, only for the concept created

Tagging: @somethxng-angel @lord-kaira @hexlorde @regnumveritatis @need-that-sastiel-serotonin @ruinedsam @allieyourally @stemroses @eunoiastarz @wendibird @thewinchestersruinedmylife0924 @sassyfoxunknown @oh-no-its-danger-gays @heaven-ecologist @the-gray-ghosty @stuckysdaughter @clairenovak-winchester @moostiel @fandom-hoarder @magpie-wings @mxltivxrse2020 @hey-its-moss @fae-and-night @twobrothersoneheart @annoyingdinosaurnoises @kayla-sparrow @fangirlxwritesx67 @nvybloo @cowboyincest @zwahkmuchoney @cordellwinchesterwalker @willgrahamscat @mychem1calbr0mance @chimerazodiac

(If anyone wants to be added to/removed from the weekly tag list, DM me and let me know! I'm also open to suggestions for moodboards that fit the cottagecore/witchcore theme, although I'd like to do an Indigenious moodboard for Thanksgiving- if anyone has any Native heritage and would like to share their traditions, let me know!)

#witchcore samantha wednesday #trans sam winchester #cottagecore sastiel #spn #bird mom answers #sastiel #non binary jack kline #genderfluid cas #cottage witch #embroidery #Embroidery moodboard #embroidery aesthetic #embroidery art #open to requests #cottagecore moodboard #Cottagecore #witchcore

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bibbawrites · 3 years

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Touch Me, Love Me - Alex Mercer x Willie SMUT (18+)

Request: yes, there were too many to copy and paste so here are main highlights from ones that werent just “willex smut” - Alex finally getting the courage to talk to Wille about wanting him to be more rough and then of course the smutty rough part. / it’s their first time together but they have both had sex before / Alex is the bottom and Willie the top / can they be vocal I can just imagine Willie be very loud / why is alex always the top i wanna see some whiny bottom alex

Word Count: 1406 words

Summary: Alex finally works up the nerve to admit something to Willie and Willie is more than happy to oblige

Warnings: gay sex, unprotected sex, light swearing, rough sex, reference to past luke x alex

A/N: you guys really wanted this so the anxiety of not wanting to let you all down is so real rn, so i’m just gonna post this before i start to hate it any more lol enjoy hopefully

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @molinaroberts @joynersgoatblog @courageous-she @littlemissaddict @gloomybrieyxb @itsyagorlemmalyn @jatpxmultifan @moneybagmgk @emeliii1 @mybradforddream (the strike through means it wont let me tag you)

Alex was pacing when Willie poofed into the studio for their weekly movie night, where Willie had been catching Alex up on everything gay that had happened in cinema since his death. But by the look on Alex’s face, they wouldn’t be doing much movie watching that night.

“Hotdog?” Willie called, drawing the blond’s attention to him.

“I need to tell you something.” Alex blurted out.

“Anything.” Willie assured him, perching on the arm of the couch and watching as Alex paced.

“Luke and I dated. In the 90s. I never told you that.” Alex said after a moment. Willie nodded.

“I figured. You guys radiate ‘we were boyfriends’ vibes.” He admitted. Alex froze, spinning to stare at Willie in disbelief.

“Wait, you knew?” He questioned. Willie shrugged.

“Not for certain. But I knew something had gone on at some point.” He answered, and Alex resumed his pacing.

“We didn’t date for long, less than a year.” Alex bit his lip. “But we stayed pretty... close afterwards.”

“I’m not quite sure why this is relevant.” Willie frowned, and Alex too a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” He said quickly.

“For what?” Willie asked, confused. Alex bit his lip again.

“To sleep with you.” He mumbled, and Willie’s eyes widened.

“Oh, wow. That is not what I expected to hear.” Willie joked, his smile falling when he saw the frown on Alex’s face.

“What else is bothering you?” He asked softly.

“Wheneverlukeandiusedtohavesexitwasreallyroughandikindareallywantyoutofuckmeroughly.” Alex mumbled, so quick that Willie could barely understand a word that he had said.

“Alex breathe.” He instructed, and Alex took a deep breath. “Now what on earth did you just say? Cause it sounded like another language.”

Alex took another deep breath.

“Whenever Luke and I used to have sex it was really rough and I kinda really want you to fuck me roughly.” Alex repeated, and Willie’s jaw dropped. Alex was full of surprises today.

“You want me to fuck you? Roughly?” He repeated. Alex nodded.

“Well yeah... You’ve met Luke, I bet you can imagine how he was in the bedroom.” He rambled.

“Alex...” Willie trailed off and Alex froze, clearly sensing Willie’s hesitation.

“Oh god, did I go too far? We can just forget this never happened.” He said quickly, and Willie shook his head.

“No, Alex. You’re fine. It’s just... I’ve never topped anyone before.” He admitted.

“It’s not that hard, really.” Alex replied, turning bright red at his admission.

“If you say so Hotdog.” The nickname seemed to calm Alex, the blond finally settling down on the couch next to Willie.

“Are we gonna do it here or do you have some secret hidden place for us to go?” He asked.

Willie grinned.

“I know just the place.”

“Is this where you live?” Alex questioned, looking around the hotel room that Willie had brought them to. It looked like any other hotel room that Alex had ever seen, except for one thing. Where the door would normally be was a blank wall, closing the room off to anyone who couldn’t poof through walls. Willie shrugged slightly.

“Sometimes. Mostly I live at the club with the other dancers. But whenever I need to be alone I come here.” He said. Alex nodded.

“How did you find it?” He asked and Willie grinned.

“Honestly? I was skating down the hallway outside and my board caught on the carpet and I fell through the wall. Then I realised I was in a hotel room that for some reason had no door, so I just started coming here all the time. You’re the only person I’ve ever told about this place, let alone brought them here.” He admitted, sitting down on the edge of the large bed.

“I’m honoured.” Alex sat down next to him and they both fell quiet.

“Hey Lex?” Willie whispered, breaking the silence. Alex smiled softly at the nickname.

“Yeah?”

“I’m kinda nervous, about topping you.” Willie looked down at his fingers, his heart skipping a beat when Alex took his hands.

“You’ll be okay. Plus you know we can always stop if we feel uncomfortable.” Alex assured him.

“Okay.” Willie nodded. Alex grinned.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So should I-” Alex cut him off by crashing their lips together and Willie gasped in shock, letting Alex take the lead for a few moments before he took control, pushing the taller boy backwards into the bed and climbed on top of him.

Willie’s fingers fiddled with the bottom of Alex's shirt, before pulling it off completely and kissing down his chest. He moved away to pull his own shirt off, kicking his shoes into the corner.

Alex kicked his own shoes off, watching Willie intently.

"Take your pants off." Willie instructed.

"You’re sure no one will catch us here?” Alex questioned, but obeyed nonetheless. Willie nodded, already removing his own clothes to reveal his naked body, Alex blushing at the sight.

"I promise, I don’t even think anyone knows about it.” He reassured Alex, placing a gentle kiss on the blond’s lips. “We’re safe here.”

“Okay.” Alex stuttered as Willie’s hand made its way down Alex’s body and rested on the bulge in his underwear. Willie lent in, connecting their lips again as he massaged the bulge, leaving Alex a moaning mess.

"Can I take these off?" He asked, pulling away from Alex's lips. Alex nodded. Willie pulled Alex's underwear off quickly, throwing them aside.

"God you're so beautiful." Willie muttered, scanning Alex’s body, his mouth practically watering at the size of Alex’s cock. "Get up onto the bed."

Alex obliged. Willie sat in front of him.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked.

"It’s up to you. Tell me how you want me." Alex replied. Willie bit his lip, thinking.

"Okay. Lie down on your back and spread your legs." He said, and Alex did it. Willie ran a hand down Alex's thigh and Alex shuddered. Willie laughed slightly.

"I'm gonna put a finger in, okay? Loosen you up so it doesn't hurt as much." Alex nodded. Willie put a lube covered finger in, his other hand on Alex's hip, drawing gentle patterns. After a minute he added a second finger, and after giving Alex a second to adjust he began scissoring his fingers to stretch Alex out. The drummer moaned.

"You like that?" Willie asked, adding a third finger, and Alex could tell he was smiling.

"Feels so good." Alex replied. Willie removed his fingers, grabbing the lube once again to pour some on his dick.

"If you think that was good wait ‘til we get to the next part." Willie jerked himself a few times, making sure he had enough lube, before moving closer to Alex, lifting the blond's hips slightly to make it easier, and then slowly entering the blond, both boys gasping at the pleasure.

"Tell me when to move." The skater instructed.

"Now." Alex whispered. Willie thrusted roughly, and Alex flinched slightly at the discomfort.

"Are you okay?" Willie asked, freezing slightly. He knew Alex had asked him to be rough, but he didn’t want to hurt the other boy.

"Yes." Alex replied, as the pain turned to pleasure. "It feels good now."

"Good." Willie said, thrusting again and beginning to set a fast pace, slamming into Alex. Alex moaned and reached down to grab his dick. Willie shoved his hand away, wrapping his own hand around Alex's cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts.

"Please Wills." Alex whined, his breath coming out in pants.

"Please what?" Willie questioned. Alex moaned loudly, his head falling back.

"Harder." Willie complied and the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, of loud moans and swearing.

“I’m so close.” Willie gasped, slamming into Alex with as much force as he could, and Alex screamed out in pleasure.

“Cum in me, please.” Alex begged. “Please Willie, please.”

Willie moaned loudly as he reached his climax, filling the younger boy with his cum, and Alex followed close behind, his own cum coating their chests.

After riding out their highs Willie pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to Alex.

"How was that?" He whispered. Alex smiled shyly, snuggling into Willie.

"It was perfect. Thank you." Willie kissed him softly.

“Next time, you’re topping. I can’t wait to have your massive cock inside of me.” The skater grinned and Alex turned bright red, biting down on his lip.

“Well…” He whispered. “There’s always round two.”

#alex mercer #willie nolastname #alex mercer x willie #willex #willex smut

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scribble-blog · 3 years

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So, among all of the tumult of today, I wanted to finally take a moment of my time and check back in with the people who followed me for my stories.

I know it’s been months since I last updated, and I apologize. Not necessarily for taking the time off from these stories and my blog, but for not giving people a message to let them know that I was backing off for my mental well-being.

It was kinda rough, not going to lie, but I’m not going to get into that here. Suffice to say, I wasn’t able to write, and that made me feel worse. But I’ve been taking the time to restructure how I cope and to get myself more concrete help in real life, and I’m finally feeling like I’m doing legitimately better in my life.

Unfortunately for my longest story, the soulmate au, I don’t feel like I’m in the same place where I was when I started writing it, and picking it up now and trying to finish it as it is would feel really inauthentic to me. Fortunately for you guys, my brain found the perfect loophole: instead of forcing myself to finish a story I no longer think I can write authentically, I’m going to rewrite the soulmate au to a state where I think I’ll be able to finish it very happily!

Now, I’m not going to start posting immediately. I’ve already begun writing, but I hope to be able to write myself a buffer so that I can set up regular weekly updates instead of sporadic. With that in mind, I’m going to be holding out and waiting to begin reuploading my story until February, which is funnily enough when I first began writing it last year. I’m not going to choose when in February but it won’t be until after January 31st.

Now, the problem I’m trying to solve is how to deal with the taglist still attached to the soulmate au. The solution I’ve decided will work best is to carry over the taglist, and hope that anyone who no longer wishes to be tagged lets me know. If you know or think you’re on the list and would like to be removed before I start posting the rewrite, I encourage you to let me know. Conversely, if you would like to be added to the taglist before the story restarts, or would like to update me on your urls for tagging or check if you’re on the list, please let me know!

As always, I want to give my absolute love and appreciation to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, commented, and anyone who’s just stopped by to read. Through this last year the entire Maribat fandom has been a loving, fulfilling haven, full of bright people and loving hearts, and I’m grateful to still be able to share this with you all.

I’ll see you all in February for the (now officially titled!) Daminette Soulmate AU : The Road RIses to Meet You!

#Maribat #maribat fandom #daminette #daminette soulmate au #soulmate au #no funny tags this time guys but thanks for checking #The Road Rises to Meet You

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thecrownrp · 3 years

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hello, everyone!! we’re already partway through our third week since opening which means SECOND MUSES WILL SOON BE ALLOWED! we’ll be talking more about those, how to reserve/apply for one, etc below the cut but first we’d like to touch on our ACTIVITY RULES & REQUIREMENTS.

ACTIVITY

as stated in our GUIDELINES, “if there has been 7 days of no eligible IC posts (a reply, solo, or meme answer of at least 150 words) at the time of an activity check, you will be included in the weekly post and cleared” and this is the guideline we will usually follow for activity checks.

however as mentioned in our opening post for our first activity check on september 9th, everyone who was accepted between september 1st (when we opened) and the 9th would only be required to post an intro in order to not be cleared (then after that, an IC post each week was required to pass activity checks going forward).

in anticipation of our second activity check on the 16th, we reminded everyone in this notice about it, as well as what we would be using as a guideline to determine activity which was that “ANYONE WHO JOINED BEFORE SEPTEMBER 9TH is required to have at least one (1) in character post (since september 9th) in order to pass this week’s activity check. ANYONE WHO JOINED ON/AFTER is required to have just an intro up!”

as such, we cleared any members who had not made a new IC post between the 9th and 16th but did say in the tags (of the activity check post) that anyone who felt they were wrongly cleared could contact us to remain in the group and be re-added to the master list without needing to reapply. anyone who was cleared is also free to reapply at any time!

that being said, as admins, it is not our responsibility to (nor does it say anywhere that we will) chase down and message every member who might be in danger of being cleared for inactivity - especially in cases like this past activity check where a third of our roleplay was cleared. not only would it be a lot of people to keep track of in terms of who replies or doesn’t reply to us if we did, we still have our own lives and other commitments and hobbies which means we aren’t always hanging around the main or have the time and energy to do that (although we do try to reply to any messages/asks we receive as soon as possible and in a timely manner).

if you know you will not be able to post within the coming week(s) but want to remain in the roleplay, PLEASE message us to ask for a hiatus! you do not need to give us a reason or explain why you need one and if you don’t give us an expected return date, we will give you the maximum time allowed for a hiatus which is 1 month. however, we cannot know if something is going on in your life that is preventing you from being active if you do not let us know!

additionally, we wanted to add that THOSE WHO RETURN FROM A HIATUS may or may not be required to have an IC post up based on when they return:

if you are returning 3 DAYS OR LESS BEFORE AN ACTIVITY CHECK, you will NOT be expected to have an IC post up (but feel free to)!

if you are returning 4 DAYS OR MORE BEFORE AN ACTIVITY CHECK, you WILL be expected to have an IC post up!

this is because we believe four days allows enough time to write reply, starter, or solo and while three days is doable, we are willing to provide some leniency in that regards. we’ve also removed the rule about no posts made on the day of an activity check counting as activity to make things easier for everyone but if we notice anyone consistently only posting the bare minimum each week to not be cleared, you will be warned and/or cleared!

SECOND MUSES

now! this is probably the part many of you will care about more--and i don’t blame anyone who does--but please do give the activity section a read! 😭

starting this wednesday september 22nd, ANYONE WHO WAS ACCEPTED ON SEP. 1ST CAN APPLY FOR A 2ND MUSE! as such, we are now accepting reserves for your 2nd. however, you MUST RESERVE ON YOUR 1ST MUSE’S ACCOUNT so we can verify that you meet all the requirements to take on a 2nd!

in addition, the following information should be taken into account when reserving/applying for your 2nd muse:

your muses can be from the same kingdom if you choose but please respect any caps currently in place (such as there being a cap on muses from the hearts kingdom right now, until we reach a more even ratio of muses in the clover & spades kingdoms)

members can have up to 2 muses based off a premade, provided there are still a decent amount available at the time of reserving/applying (we say “up to 2″ in case we ever allow members a 3rd muse in the future)

while we’re allowing reservations for 2nd muses now, you CANNOT APPLY FOR IT UNTIL THE 22ND (for those who were accepted on the 1st)! if you were accepted on the 2nd, you can start applying on the 23rd, and so on - just count 3 weeks from the day you were accepted if you’re not sure what date you’re allowed. reserves will also only be allowed within 5 days of when you’re allowed to apply for a 2nd muse, as anything before then will expire before you will be eligible for it!

lastly, a big thank you to everyone who read through this and all of our members for keeping the dash so active already! it really warms our hearts to see many of you posting so frequently, and we’ve been enjoying all the ROYAL REPORTS that have been posted so far too - don’t forget those are due by SEPTEMBER 22ND as well if you want to claim points from it!!

#cwnadmin #it's a long post sorry...#we have many things to say today 😭

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peachyteez · 4 years

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second chances ≫ DAY FIVE, HESITATION.

as a feral wolf hybrid that was violent with all of the employees assigned to him, seonghwa was subjected to be put down. however, jiyu being the softhearted feral hybrid nurse she was, she decided to save seonghwa no matter what.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES

✧ taglist: @defsoul15, @choisaniskillingme, @t-tbinnie, @multi-bookmarkscripts, @hello-its-ya-boi, @sunsethw4, @chanyeolol,

can’t be tagged: @sherzess

feel free to let me know if you would like to be added to the list! :)

✧ notes: will she adopt him or will she not? :)

back。| next。

“yeonjun, what’s this?” jiyu gestured to the adoption transfer papers on her desk.

yeonjun softly smiled. “they’re seonghwa’s transfer forms. to the adoption center of kq.”

jiyu felt as if she was hit with a ton of bricks. how could she forget? seonghwa was like any other hybrid; once he was deemed recovered and safe, he had to be transferred to the adoption center in hopes of finding a family.

perhaps she knew deep down, but she wanted to deny it for as long as she could. within the four days she’s known him, he proved to be the complete opposite of what her coworkers described him to be. he wasn’t violent, he was just protective. not only that, but he was friendly and a comforting soul.

jiyu forced a smile. “oh, right. thanks for getting them for me.”

yeonjun saw right through her facade. he knew. he knew how she unconsciously grew attached to the wolf hybrid. how knew happy seonghwa made her, even if it wasn’t obvious to others.

which is why he brought out another sheet of paper and pushed it towards her. an actual adoption form.

jiyu stared at it. “what, don’t tell me you want to adopt him.”

“i–what? no, not me! it’s for you!” he deadpanned.

“...for me?”

“i’m not blind, ji. i can see how happy he makes you. even if you don’t see it yourself,” he wryly smiled.

jiyu slightly pushed the paper back towards yeonjun woth a saddened look. “you know i can’t. i’m not here forever. it wouldn’t be fair to him if i had to give him up after a year.”

yeonjun pushed it back. “look, i get it. but you’re only thinking about the future. think about now, ji. don’t be so caught up in your future that you forget to live in the present.”

jiyu mulled over his words. they held some truth to them. she had been so anxious recently about how she had to go back home in year, that it she completely forgot to live out her life for however long she had left. she reached out for the adoption paper and stuffed it in her folder.

“i’ll think about it.”

and she did. actually, it was the only thing on her mind for majority of the day. yeonjun’s words kept replaying over and over again in her mind like a broken record.

and before she knew it, she was standing outside seonghwa’s door for his weekly checkup. she couldn’t bring herself to go in. should i even bring up adoption? is he even comfortable with the idea?

“you know what? you’re overthinking,” she chastised herself as she entered the code in for seonghwa’s door.

“what were you overthinking?”

seonghwa was standing directly behind the door on the other side, so when the door automatically opened, jiyu was met with a curious seonghwa looking down at her. she jumped back in shock. “oh my god, you scared me!” she squeaked.

seonghwa sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. his ears were angled downwards. “sorry. i smelled your scent from here, but you weren’t coming in so...”

“aww, do you miss me?” she teasingly drawled out, laughing when his ears immediately stood up in alert and his cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“n–no! i mean–maybe, but—”

“your tail says it all, hwa,” she gestured to his energetically–wagging tail with a laugh.

seonghwa reached behind him to hold on to his tail, embarrassed. “i—”

five minutes passed with jiyu teasing an embarrassed seonghwa. if anyone were to witness the scene, they would’ve forgotten that they were in the feral ward. suddenly, she remembered the adoption papers from earlier and she bit the inside of her cheek.

“hey, seonghwa,” she called out to the hybrid as she got her stethoscope ready for his checkup. hearing a hum of acknowledgement, she took a deep breath. “how do you feel about adoption?” she carefully asked.

his body tensed. adoption. something that he was desperately trying to avoid. he didn’t want to go home with the wrong people again. especially not after them.

jiyu noted his stiff body and face full of what seemed to be nervousness or anxiety. she waved her hand in front of his face. “hey, you okay?” she gently asked.

seonghwa blinked as he snapped out of his memories. “huh? oh...yeah.”

jiyu slightly pouted her lips as placed the stethoscope on his chest. “i’m going to take that as a no–you’re–not–ready–for–adoption silence. take a deep breath in and out.”

following her instructions, seonghwa inhaled and exhaled as she moved the stethoscope to different parts of his chest. he furrowed an eyebrow. “does someone...want to adopt me?” he hesitantly asked.

“not necessarily yet,” jiyu answered as she reached over for the thermometer and cleaning it. “it’s just...you can be transferred to the adoption center soon. so i was just curious.”

as she explained, she raised the thermomenter up to his forehead and pressed the button. hearing the beep a moment later, she removed it and jotted his temperature down in his file.

“i’m leaving?” he asked. jiyu swore she heard some sadness in his voice, but she didn’t want to overthink.

“things aren’t decided, so i don’t really know for sure yet.” she reached for the blood pressure machine. “arm, please.” jiyu wrapped the band around his arm and started the machine. “sorry i know it goes pretty tight.”

seonghwa slightly grimmanced when the band grew tighter and tighter around his arm. he swears he can never get used to it. finally, after an eternity, he felt the band loosen up. “how about you?” he asked as jiyu removed the band and took note of his blood pressure. “any hybrids?”

“nope,” she answered with a wry smile. “ironic, isn’t it. a hybrid caretaker who doesn’t even have one herself.”

“have you ever wanted to adopt one?”

jiyu pursed her lips. “i don’t know, actually. i can barely take care of myself as it is,” she lightly joked.

but seonghwa remembered something from her phone call. you’re practically playing god in my life!

“you can’t because you actually can’t? or is it because you don’t have control over yourself?” he asked. he had no idea what surge of confidence he had at that moment for him to ask something like that.

jiyu froze; just how much of her phone call did he actually hear? while it was true that her life was technically controlled by her father, it was her decision to not grow too attached to any hybrids, in fear that it’ll make leaving way to difficult for her to handle.

seonghwa figured he hit the nail on the head. the next words that came out of his mouth shocked the both of them. “how about you adopt me?”

to say that jiyu was stunned was an understatement. she didn’t know what to say, heck, she didn’t even know if he meant it. biting the inside of her cheek, jiyu looked away from seonghwa with a conflicted expression.

“i–i mean...” seonghwa couldn’t find the words to explain himself. he didn’t even know what came over him to suggest that. maybe there was that small part of him that desperately wished it was jiyu that wanted to adopt him. she’s given him nothing but her love and attention, something that his previous owners failed to give him.

her conflicted expression made him frown. was adopting him that bad of an idea? did he overthink her kindness when in reality, she treated all of her hybrid patients like that?

“...i don’t know if you actually meant what you said,” jiyu quietly broke the silence. “but it’d be a lie if i said adoption never crossed my mind. adopting you, that is.”

seonghwa felt his world pause. she wanted to adopt him? then what was holding her back?

“but to be honest, you’re right. i don’t have a lot of control over my life,” she sadly admitted while playing around with her pen.

“...then make it your’s,” seonghwa mumbled. he figured it was his turn to help jiyu after all that she’s done for him. part of him understood how she felt; after all, his previous owners used him for their own benefits. “it’s your life. no one has the right to control you for whatever reason. giving in to their control just means you’ve given up on your own freedom.”

his words pierced jiyu like a knife. has she given up on her own freedom? or was she too afraid to try to gain her freedom back? or was it both?

sensing her hesitation, he softly smiled. not his usual smirk, but a genuine, small smile. “if it helps, i meant my suggestion. but please don’t think it’s only out of my own hybrid wishes,” he explained.

jiyu stood up from the chair and gathered her belongings. shooting seonghwa a smile of her own, she opened his door to continue on to her next hybrid’s room. “thank you, seonghwa. and i’ll think about your offer. i just...need some time.”

and with that, she left.

seonghwa sighed. “way to go, idiot. what were you thinking?” he quietly berated himself as he rested his head in his hands.

but unbeknownst to seonghwa, jiyu stood outside his room, staring at a filled out adoption form with his name on it with an apprehensive expression.

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foxesandmagic · 3 years

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Weekly OC Question

If your current muse(s) got arrested, what would they have been arrested for? Would anyone bail them out/break them out?

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coyotesongwriting · 4 years

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When It Rains, It Pours Ch 5

Avengers - Bucky Barnes/Reader

Chapter 5 - Life Goes On

Story Summary: Things are going great between you and Bucky, until one day they aren’t. He dumps you, not knowing that what you’d wanted to talk to him about was the positive pregnancy test you held behind your back.

Chapter Summary: Time stops for no one, not even heartbreak.

Author’s Note: Thank you guys for reading this! All mistakes are my own!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters so don’t sue me please. I just really like them haha

Tag List (if you want to be added or removed let me know!): @he-is-chaotic-she-is-psychotic @queenoftheunderdark @samsgoddess @redfoxwritesstuff @iheartsebastianstan @alexakeyloveloki @fookingmuffins @yasnooshka24 @redfoxwritesstuff @amazon-belle @shootingstarsaretearsofheaven @kinkywitchy @superwonderwholock @redhairedfeistynerd

Not sure why tumblr is bugging out but it won’t let me tag @avengemari, I’ll keep trying to tag ya though!

Previous Chapter

One year later, you were watching your baby girl as she stumbled towards her Uncle Thor. In the past two months, she’d begun to walk and now a whole new world of fear had opened up for you as she seemed to be determined to get herself into as much trouble as possible. You smiled as Thor helped Aspen slowly walk across the room to her toy bin.

As you watched, you thought back on the last year and how everything had changed. As soon as Bitra had cleared you, Sif had started to drag you out to train every morning. Thor was always more than happy to babysit for you while you trained, and you knew Aspen was in good hands.

All the training you’d done with the Avengers felt like nothing compared to the training sessions with Lady Sif. She gave you no pity, and even though you were ‘only a midgardian’ as she liked to say, you were expected to fight like an Asgardian. To be fair, you couldn’t complain about her training methods. Sure, you were constantly bruised, battered and exhausted, but you were in the best shape of your life and your fighting skills had improved considerably.

Your powers had continued to grow, and now you were able to project out the shields. Before, you’d have to keep in contact with them to keep them up. Nowadays, you could fire them out about ten feet from you, and you’d learned to use it to your advantage in a fight. Whenever the fighting got a little too close for comfort, you’d just send a shield flying at them and they’d go soaring back to buy you room.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Bucky wasn’t there, it might have been the best year of your life. The mere thought of Bucky though was enough to make you want to cry. Unfortunately, life goes on and you’d had to accept that. You’d learned to bite back the tears in order to get everything done that you needed to. You could go days without crying now, but every day you felt the knife in your chest as you imagined what raising Aspen would be like if he was there.

Thor had kept going on his weekly check ins to the team, and he told you everyone was fine but they really missed you. You missed the hell out of them too, but you’d made your decision to keep Aspen a secret, and it was one you planned on sticking to. Loki hadn’t been back to Midgard since you’d come to Asgard, but you never questioned it.

Loki shook you from your thoughts as he approached, sitting next to you. You smiled and turned to him. Without a word, you nudged the plate of cake over to him. You’d been celebrating Aspen’s first birthday today and everything was going great.

“You know I’m right” Loki started, and you let out a groan, resting your head on the table.

“Loki, do we have to do this today?” you grumbled.

“Look, I know you’re both Asgardians now, but you know someday she’s going to want to know about her Midgardian roots. Don’t you think it would be better for you to start taking her on vacations there now? What’s going to happen when she’s a rebellious teen and tells you she wants to move there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Loki. She just turned one. I’ve got twelve years before she’s a teenager. Besides, it’s not like she’d even know if we visited there or not!”

“[Y/N], you know I'm right. It’ll be easier if you start now than when she’s older. If you start now, she’ll never have to wonder and it won’t become some mysterious land that she wants to run away to.”

“For the record, I agree with Loki” Thor explained, still playing with Aspen.

You groaned, “Not you too.”

“Besides, if we go now…. They just put up the tree in downtown. And I know you miss skating at Rockefeller Center. If you agree to go back for just a day, we’ll all go ice skating” Loki promised.

“One day? And you’ll shut up?” you raised your head from the table to look at him.

“One day, and I’ll stop asking you for a year” he stuck out his hand in a silent offering and you rolled your eyes, reaching out to shake his hand.

“We’ll go tomorrow” you sighed, it was already late and you might as well make a full day of it if you were going.

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Bright and early the next morning, you and Aspen met up with Loki and Thor and headed back to Midgard. You’d landed outside of town, and as you loaded onto the train you began to feel antsy. There were so many people here, and if any of the Avengers saw you…

Your thoughts began to race and Thor rested his hand on your shoulder, smiling down at you and Aspen. You took a deep breath and nodded, resting her against her your hip as you looked around. Everything would be fine. It had to be, right?

~~~~~~

It was early afternoon and the day had gone remarkably well. You guys had made it to Rockefeller Center, and you’d finally had the chance to ice skate again. After a while, Aspen had tired of it and you’d decided to take a break as well. You were leaning against the wall of the skating rink watching Thor and Loki skate around while you bounced Aspen absentmindedly. You were too distracted by the two of them to notice the man walking up beside you.

“[Y/N]? Is that really you?” Clint asked, the shock evident in his voice.

“Sorry pal, I think you have the wrong person” you muttered, turning away from him.

Clint snorted in laughter, and grabbed your shoulder in his hand. Before he could speak, though, you’d reared back your arm and attempted to elbow him in the face.

“Woah! Calm down [Y/N]. It’s just me!” he huffed, stepping just outside of your range.

Thor and Loki had spotted the problem, and they raced over to you, stopping just inside the rink. You shot Loki a glare and handed Aspen to Thor without a word. Loki mumbled that they’d give you two some privacy, and they set off skating while you turned to Clint.

“So, you’re gone almost two years and the first thing you do is come back to ice skate, lie to me, and then try to attack me?” he grumbled.

“I’m sorry Clint” you sighed, “Look. I didn’t even want to be here today but Loki made me. I didn’t want to run into -”

“Is it just Bucky you’re worried about running into or were you hoping to avoid all of us” he asked softly.

“You don’t understand Clint. He can’t know” your voice was almost desperate as you turned to look from him, watching Aspen with her uncles.

The silence seemed to last forever before he spoke, “You mean he can’t know about her?”

“Clint, you can’t tell him” you whirled to face him, eyes blown wide “Please. You can’t tell him you saw us”

“Is she why you left?”

You took a deep breath, “Yes. I was going to tell him I was pregnant that night, but he ended things. I didn’t want him deciding to stay with me out of some antiquated sense of responsibility. We’re not his responsibility.”

Clint nodded and stepped closer so his arm brushed yours as you leaned against the wall, looking out over the rink, “So I take it you’re not back for good?”

You shook your head, “Just for the day. We’re headed back tonight after we see the tree.”

“Can I spend the day with you?” his voice was quiet, nervous.

You didn’t say anything for the longest time, but eventually you wrapped him up in a hug. He immediately responded, hugging you back tight. You really had missed your favorite prankster.

After a few moments, you pulled back from him, “Yeah… I think I’d like that”

A brilliant smile lit up his face like a kid on Christmas, but then he bit his lip and stared at you with his puppy dog eyes, “Do you think Nat could come too? She really misses you and she’ll kill me. You know she can keep a secret”

You let out a groan, “Can you get her out here without anyone following her or thinking something’s up? She has to promise not to tell anyone, Clint. Same for you!”

“Consider it done!” he stepped back, pulling out his phone. A few minutes later, he walked back, smiling, “She’s on her way.”

“I swear to you, Clint. If this is a trick or I see Bucky because of you, you’ll wish you’d never been born” you muttered.

Twenty minutes later, you felt arms wrap around you from behind and you froze. Nat released you quickly as you tensed up and you grinned as you turned to face her. Thor and Loki were still out on the ice with Aspen, and it gave the three of you a few minutes to catch up.

About five minutes later, Loki skated up holding a crying Aspen. You whirled and took her from him, and began to calm her down as he skated away again, giving you all space. Nat’s eyes opened in shock and she watched in silence as you soothed your little one.

Nat’s mind raced as she put together all of the pieces. From all of Thor’s slip-ups throughout the year, she’d begun to figure that you had been dating someone else. Thor had often said “they’ and she’d assumed that you had found a new relationship. She’d never considered that you’d had a daughter.

After Aspen had finally quieted, you smiled at Clint and Nat, suddenly nervous, “Guys. This is my daughter, Aspen.”

Nat stood there, shocked silent for the first time as Clint smiled at your baby girl, “Congrats, [Y/N]”

“Is she -” Nat went went silent, eyes studying Aspen.

“Yes. She is, and yesterday was her first birthday” you bounced her around and Aspen giggled.

“Well that explains a lot” she mumbled.

Eventually Loki and Thor rejoined the group, and Thor thoroughly apologized to Clint and Nat for keeping your secret. Luckily, they didn’t seem to hold a grudge against him, knowing he’d only done it for you. You spent the rest of the day catching up, and for a while it felt like you had never left.

When dark fell, you went to watch the tree be lit up with the others and you smiled, your family was almost all there. The day had been perfect, and you grinned. You’d been so caught up in missing Bucky that you’d never realized just how much you missed the others.

It was almost time for you to leave, you had an early morning training session with Sif and Aspen was starting to get grouchy. A souvenir cameraman came by, and spotted your group. When he offered to take a photo of all of you in front of the tree, you’d quickly agreed. The picture was perfect, you in the middle with Aspen and surrounded by your friends and family

You bought two copies of the photo from him, keeping one for yourself and giving the other to Clint after he swore to keep it well hidden. When it was time to leave, there were plenty of tears shed and you promised Clint and Nat that now that they knew about Aspen, they’d be welcome to visit any time.

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Later that night, Clint passed out on the couch in the lounge watching a movie. Steve walked out to find the TV still on at two in the morning and reached to grab the remote from Clint to shut it off. Instead of grabbing the remote though, he instead grabbed a folded up photograph.

There you were, smiling with your family and with a baby girl on your hip. The moment Steve got a good look at Aspen, he knew why you’d left, and now he didn’t know what to do.

Next Chapter ->

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Author’s Note pt 2: Special shoutout to @redfoxwritesstuff for playing the role of fate! With no knowledge of the scenario or options, I asked for someone to pick A, B, or C, and unfortunately, fate was not kind to poor Bucky. Fate decided that he wouldn’t get to know her until she was a year old!

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