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queerofthedagger · 2 years

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I posted 10,733 times in 2022

That's 5,389 more posts than 2021!

451 posts created (4%)

10,282 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 7,922 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

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#love is stored in words - 917 posts

#the sandman - 814 posts

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#mona rambles - 400 posts

#trc - 389 posts

#arthur pendragon - 299 posts

#answered asks - 280 posts

#merlin emrys - 265 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it's so weird to hear my own writing being read out loud (not bad-weird just really unusual) but i did love this podfic of my fic so much❤️

My Top Posts in 2022:

yeah yeah mr sandman man me a sand but what about Hob belting "sweet dreams are made of this" at Dream, drunk in his kitchen at 4 am while Dream pretends (and utterly fails) not to fall in love all over

877 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

Inspired by this absolutely precious dreamling art by @anabimelo ! <3

The first time, Dream doesn’t do it on purpose.

He visits the New Inn as he has taken to doing a little more often than perhaps he should, and finds Hob with bruised skin beneath his eyes and a stack of unmarked exams scattered all around him.

“I can return at a better time if you are busy?” Dream offers; he would very much like Hob’s company, but he dislikes seeing him tired like this—much more, he would dislike adding to the reasons for it.

“Stay,” Hob requests, doubt flickering across his face before he nods at the bench beside him.

Dream has been finding himself increasingly incapable of denying Hob anything. He very carefully ignores the implications of said condition.

“Are you certain?” he asks. “You appear to be stressed.”

“All the more reason for a break,” Hob says, waving him off. “You could tell me about… just anything, really. News of your realm? How is the rebuilding going?”

Dream has been trying to become better about this—telling Hob his name and his purpose, all those minute implications that come with it—and so he does.

He speaks of the restoration process of the library, and Lucienne’s tireless work. He spins the stories that make up the inhabitants of the Dreaming and their various histories, while life in the pub keeps playing out around them, a comforting lull that never once disturbs their quiet bubble.

Hob listens, even as his eyes seem to grow heavier, exhaustion radiating off of him.

The first time is not on purpose, and so when Hob Gadling rests his head on Dream’s shoulder, drifting off into his realm, Dream freezes. He is painfully, viscerally aware of the warm weight of Hob’s head, the hair tickling his neck, the soft cadence of Hob’s breathing now pressed against Dream’s side.

Within his chest, something awfully close to a heart is thrashing against its bone-coloured constraints.

The implicit trust is almost overwhelming, would be too much if it wasn’t Hob; Hob, who is muttering a name in this early stage of sleep that he has learnt only months ago, pressing his nose into Dream’s neck as if to build himself a home there.

Dream can do little but breathe, can do little but wrap the magic of his realm around them so that he can carry Hob to his bed without waking him.

He lingers, for the briefest of moments, witnessing Hob’s sleep.

He ignores the blooming tenderness within his chest, too.

While the first time was an accident, the following instances are not.

Hob doesn’t mention it the next time they see each other, as their meetings spill over from the Inn to strolls through London’s early autumn streets and into Hob’s flat. They huddle up on Hob’s sofa, as Hob talks about anything and everything, and nudges Dream to do the same.

So he does; he talks about Matthew and Rose and Jed, about his siblings and his plans for the Dreaming. He lets his voice drop low, lets it drag and curl through the room and wrap around Hob like the magic of lullabies that people dream of.

When Hob’s head comes to rest on his shoulder once more, Dream forgets that he does not need to breathe. He forgets the weight of eternal responsibility that usually presses down on his spine, forgets the phantom coldness of glass and steel, and comes alive beneath the steady, never-ending rhythm of Hob’s breathing. --- So it becomes a habit. Selfishly, Dream builds himself a sanctuary between the sleeping mind and the waking form of his only friend.

He allows his voice to coax Hob into his realm and pretends not to see the knowing glint in Hob’s eyes. He talks of his past and his present and his future as if of gifts that are simple to hand out, and he offers them all up at Hob’s feet for the comfort of his warmth against Dream’s shoulder. For how, without fail, Hob’s calloused hands will find his. How, without fail, once Dream puts him to bed after taking his fill of the warmth, Hob’s fingers will still curl into the insubstantial fabric of Dream’s clothes as if asking him to stay.

It has nothing to do with him, really, and there is only so much Dream can allow himself to indulge. So he never does, no matter how much the longing is threatening to swallow him whole—to lie down beside Hob, to press his nose into the tender skin of Hob’s throat. To pull the covers over them and bask in Hob Gadling’s warmth as if he were the sun and Dream the thawing ice of early spring.

So he never does, until one night, Hob’s grip on his clothes does not loosen; instead, he blinks up at Dream with drowsy eyes that are full of fond exasperation.

He shouldn’t be, is the thing. No mere human should possess the strength to tear themselves out of the Dreaming’s grasp—not with Dream’s attention on them, with no nightmare or outside force to throw them back to waking.

Hob Gadling has not been an ordinary human in a considerable time. He is blinking up at Dream, slow but awake, awake, awake. He says, “Stay. Please.”

Dream’s throat is dry, air stuttering through insubstantial lungs; part of him is tempted to step back into his realm and the safety of its loneliness.

Hob’s fingers are still warm against the skin of his wrist. Beneath the exhaustion and the hope and the quiet confidence, Dream can read the nervous anticipation as if in bold letters.

You have been staying for months now, he seems to say. Will you let me stay with you too, finally, finally?

Dream has been finding himself increasingly incapable of denying Hob anything; Hob’s constant, gentle tenacity renders it impossible, at last.

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1,009 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

everyone else might've moved on but I'm still here actually

1,466 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

Something about the scene in The Sound of Her Wings where Dream and Death are arriving at the old man's house, and they hear the violin and Dream goes, "I know this piece; I haven't heard it in 200 years" with such wonder makes me SO emotional because it's like. Later on we also see him talking to Shakespeare, intrigued by hearing him claim he wants to make people have dreams, and we know Dream is creative, has to be to create endless dreams and nightmares, and it's just - to create and to indulge in art is such a human thing to do, isn't it? That doesn't mean only humans do it, of course, but it's perhaps what links him most to humanity and I love the use of it here so so much because after Burgess and everything, his view of humanity is obviously and understandably.... soured. But the episode goes about reminding him about what being human also means in such a beautiful way, and one so important part of that is art in all its forms and it is in Schubert's unfinished piece and it is in Shakespeare's wish to write great plays to inspire men, it's in the urge to create to leave something behind but also for the simple sake and joy of it, and then it is also in Hob's utter zest for life, his want to see and experience it all and to reinvent himself over and over and god it makes me so emotional just thinking about.

anyway not to make this even longer but you can't tell me Dream doesn't keep up with the music and art and literature of humanity at least somewhat and it makes sense, doesn't it, because how much of art is dreaming? And don't even get me started on how all of this relates back to his ex wife being a muse like!!! God.

1,577 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just think that once Dream wrapped his head around that yes, he is going to court one Hob Gadling, there would be handkissing. First the proper, courteous kind where the mouth does not even touch skin. Then Dream would brush Hob's knuckles, just slightly. After a few months, he'd press his mouth to the point of Hob's pulse. It's when something irrevocably changes between them.

It wouldn't end there, though. Dream would kiss Hob's fingertips, rough with callouses, and marvel at the humanity of him. He would press his mouth to open palms as if returning an act of worship. Would kiss Hob's hands, sometimes deliberately and sometimes unconsciously, in acceptance of all the violence they have wrought, and in gratitude for all the tenderness they bring, for the neverending work they commit themselves to, and the pleasure they bring.

Meanwhile, Hob is just absolutely losing his mind from the first time Dream leaned over his hand and looked up at him from beneath his lashes, lips just shy of meeting skin.

3,197 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

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im-sorry-msjackson · 2 years

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Kannst du mir gute Blogs empfehlen? :)

Ich weiß jetzt nicht welche Art von Blog dir gefällt, aber hier ein paar:

@opheliadae @space-pics @kaffeewarm @very-violent @psychoblick @forsaruman @homeables

Sind glaube die Hauptblogs, Schau einfach bei mir nach.

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aj-2760idk · 1 year

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9 people you’d like to get to know better

Thanks @chargeaznable for tagging me ❤️❤️❤️ I love that we are always reblogging each others posts

3 Ships:

(I can’t think of any off the top of my head 😭)

Last Song:

Anywhere But Here by PVRIS - AMAZING SONG

Last Movie:

Haven’t watched movies for a while, but the last show I finished was Devil is a Part Timer

Last Book:

The Selection

Currently Consuming:

I just ate a blueberry muffin :)

Currently Craving:

Some fruit

@studyhaus @a-little-cozy @rumeko @cravingstudyvalidation @scrubsandsweats @boletesinbikinis @adhellenarn @hand-painted-5tars @adelinestudiess @origami10 @opheliadae

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feralgodmothers · 1 year

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I posted 5,207 times in 2022

That's 726 more posts than 2021!

Tagged by: @emmanelson thank you! 💞

Tagging: @stellaluna33, @crystallinee-waters, @hiraeth-doux, @dead--poets, @kronoswheel, @trekkitkat, @a-little-counter-esperanto (I’ve been gone for a few days, so idk who’s already done this. 😶 Just ignore it if you’ve already done it/don’t want to do it. And to anyone else who might like to - I tag you too! 💖)

351 posts created (7%)

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I tagged 5,202 of my posts in 2022

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#art - 435 posts

#stuff - 337 posts

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#johnny depp - 201 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i think fandom discussions start fires + fan the flames so that when people rewatch a show through that new lens they’re watching with bias

My Top Posts in 2022:

Okay so I just finished Wednesday. Long story short - I loved it. (spoilers below)

Did anyone else get major grooming vibes from the whole Hyde dynamic? Also, what happens to Tyler now that his master is dead? (I feel very protective of him and I want him to have a happy ending ☹️)

192 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

It’s funny how AH keeps going on about how much “power” Johnny has, and how no one believes her because of his “influence”, when the #MeToo movement took down several public figures who were arguably in a much stronger position. (Weinstein, Spacey, Cosby, etc.) It took a 6-week televised trial for people to see his side and believe him. And for the majority of that trial, he wasn’t even the one doing the talking! Lawyers and witnesses were. It took the long and painstaking process of exposing his whole life to the public/revealing actual evidence to finally get Johnny (the real abuse victim) his support.

But sure, keep banging on about how the whole world is misogynistic and will always side with a man.

The only “power” Johnny had, was the power of truth, and thankfully - justice prevailed.

208 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

One more Tyler x Wednesday thought for the day (again, spoilers):

I think it’s noteworthy how quickly Wednesday jumped to torture when she suspected Tyler. Before, when she suspected Xavier - she chose the distant route. She snuck around, snooped behind his back, and observed him for a while, trying to build up her case with evidence. But with Tyler - one vision and it’s torture time. It was impulsive, emotional, and intimate. If that doesn’t scream ‘best ship for Wednesday’, I don’t know what does.

391 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

“She would have to be the dumbest person in the world to say ‘I’m going to create an abuse hoax the night before going on national television’”

FINALLY, SOMETHING WE CAN AGREE ON

704 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can we talk about when filmmakers make the creative choice to cast the same actor to play a character’s dad as well as the villain?

Jonathan Hyde in Jumamji

and Jason Isaacs in Peter Pan (2003)

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bearcina · 1 year

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2023 Year of the OTP: January, Mission Fic!

How To Solve a Murder

An ADA/Female Captain piece set during the "Murder on Eridanos" DLC!

Rated E, due to the nature of the game

Spoilers for Murder on Eridanos!!

"Will I be allowed access to the evidence, Captain?" ADA asked with a smirk. Her imagination had been running wild with the few pieces she had received. "I admit, I have been very curious to know the details." She propped herself up on an elbow and pulled the fluffy black blanket across her chest.

Ophelia sighed, and her cold heart cracked a little… That was her blanket, from her hammock back on Earth. ADA looked delightful in her new bed with it, laid out like a goddess.

"ADA, why don't you come down to the Penthouse with me? I mean, I've been on the Eridanos case for two weeks now, and you've just been here on the ship." Ophelia anxiously offered the android nestled in her favorite blanket. Her eyebrow twitched, watching the cocky AI leisurely stretch and roll over to face her.

ADA hummed noncommittally at her captain. She didn't like leaving the ship, but was intrigued by the murder her captain was investigating. Alas, the captain had not wanted to share any details on the ship, and would not speak of it over a transmission.

Ophelia sighed, and her cold heart cracked a little… That was her blanket, from her hammock back on Earth. ADA looked delightful in her new bed with it, laid out like a goddess.

"I could use your insight on this one, it's not adding up right." Ophelia confessed, blushing. She wasn't quite smart enough to do it her favorite way, the way she had always done it, alone.

ADA hummed again, and shut her bright eyes for a moment. Her curiosity clawed at her motherboard, telling her to give in and sate her desire. A plasma weapon. Missing guns. A dead celebrity…

She opened her eyes again, and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed automatically.

"I will go." ADA declared, and smiled. "But only if you tell me all the details."

Ophelia nodded, her smile widening.

"Great! Just put this on and we'll be on our way. You'll need to look elegant to accompany me to the top." Ophelia said. She reached into her bag and procured a clean vest-suit, and deposited it into ADA's lap.

Black pants, black shirt, blood red vest.

ADA looked up at her quizzically. She delicately unfolded the clothes after a while, and found them to be almost the correct size, just a little loose.

"Captain... Where did you... Procure... This outfit?" ADA asked slowly, looking it over for stains. Hoping there was no blood.

"Ah... I stole it… One of the ladies that had come with Odeon was an ex-nav android reprogrammed to act. But ah, she didn't keep a good eye on her wardrobe. She had suitcases and suitcases of costumes and clothes, so I helped myself." Ophelia shamefully babbled. "I don't think one outfit will get missed too bad." She fished around in her bag again, and pulled out a matching bow for the outfit.

ADA nodded after a moment of processing. She didn't have any qualms with wearing stolen clothes, only ones taken off bodies. The vest was shiny, soft silk-ish fabric, the shirt and pants both synthetic-cotton. It was Byzantine quality, and seemed to be hand-tailored.

"You'll need to look nice, and you'll need to blend in." Ophelia nervously started to away from side to side, a cold sweat breaking out on her neck. "Which means, I'll need you to act like my partner, so I can get you around without questions." She stammered and looked away.

ADA still hasn't said anything, the gears turning in her head.

She just had to dress nice and pretend.

"I can comply with that, captain. I will pack a bag and join you in the cockpit soon." ADA said, and shooed off the captain to prepare.

ADA emerged from the captains quarters in her new outfit, her hair styled, and bow tied.

"Captain, I am ready to leave." She said, and put her hands on her hips. Ophelia perked up, and quickly started to fluster.

"Let's not waste any time, then." Ophelia replied.

ADA looked gorgeous under the Eridanos light as they meandered from the ship to the hotel, the silk-ish fabric shimmered and highlighted all her curves.

Ophelia didn't feel special standing there with her android in the Grand Colonial hotel lobby. In fact, she thought ADA was the star of the room when they glided into the room.

The captain had to stop and make pleasant chit-chat with many others in the lobby, getting pulled aside and distracted at every unguarded opportunity. She talked to bellhops, the front desk staff, made a detour to check in on the kitchens, glided up the steps and to other rooms…. It was like she had to check on everything before going to the elevator.

ADA was getting impatient the longer she had to walk arm-in-arm with the captain-turned-inspector.

"This is my dearest ADA, but don't worry about her… I had something to ask you…" Ophelia would say as she grabbed the attention of the people in her path.

ADA didn't understand what the captain was doing. She had not mentioned a word of her plans, just linked their arms with a wink and was off.

The android had started to daydream, losing interest in the idle chatter around her. However, she was called back by an unexpected question.

Ophelia had nudged her side subtly, and went for the throat.

"So, where were you the night Miss Bellamy died?" Ophelia asked, surprising the android. The bellhop sputtered and stuttered for a few minutes before spilling his story on the night. ADA couldn't believe her occular processors, Ophelia had to only twitch a few muscles to make the suspect spill.

The inspector nodded after a few moments, smiled, and pulled ADA away from the stunned bellhop to board the elevator at last.

"Penthouse, please."

"Alright ADA, why don't you go ahead and set your stuff down while I scrounge up a bite for me to eat." Ophelia said, ushering her android down the short hall and into the main room. "You can go set your stuff in the bedchambers off to the right there." She pointed to the open door behind the mini-bar. ADA nodded and shuffled off to unpack her meagre bag.

Ophelia uncorked a bottle of Spectrum Brown and poured herself a shot, tossed it back, and started digging under the bar for a quick meal. All she had was a bunch of purpleberry lunches, a few slices of bred, and a single nanner. She had to find something better than crackers, nuts, sad fruit and an even saddder slice of squished bred. She still ate it all like it was the last thing she'd ever eat.

Once she stuffed her mouth at the bar, Ophelia tapped on the bedroom door and called out, "Alright, let me show you the evidence and my ideas board."

ADA opened the door after a moment, and nodded in agreement.

"I am eager to see it, captain." She was very eager.

Ophelia led her across the suite to her drawing board, and gestured vaguely at it all.

"This is what I've got." She declared, "Plasma weapon, missing gun, a tampered automech, and poisoned food... All stuff from inside the hotel, but I found endless footprints and clues outside, fresh enough I could follow." Ophelia pulled photos from her breast pocket and pinned them up in the web.

ADA hummed and started inspecting the photos and notes.

"I've already grilled the suspects and examined the Burbage unit, and I retrieved the security footage for the kitchens, if you think you'll need to see it." Ophelia paced back and forth in front of her mess. She then sat on the table to get a full view again. The gears were turning in her head, but she wasn't getting anywherem.

The night was young, she still had time to decide.

"ADA!" Ophelia yelled, bursting out of the elevator, "There's been more murders! The constable, and Doctor Blossom were both hunted down while I was out!"

ADA staggered out from the bedchamber, eyes dim and full of sleep. It was midnight. She blinked at her captain in a daze.

Ophelia dashed to the makeshift office faster than ADA could process.

"I've got to solve this!" Ophelia yelped, grabbing her hair. "It's not adding up!"

ADA slowly padded her way to the captains side and yawned.

"Captain, I have a few ideas..."

Ophelia frowned as she jabbed the buttons to call Ludovico. Something was still nagging her, but everything had been airtight.

The Prophet tried to kill Helen with poison.

Woolrich poisoned her meal.

Woolrich made Burbage 3001 fatally shoot Helen while she was down.

It still made no sense.

"Lou, I've got your murderer..." She greeted. Right to the point.

#year of the otp #the outer worlds #ada/the captain #ophelia amana #opheliada

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liones-s · 2 years

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17 people, 17 questions

🌷 tagged by @un-----made // thank you so much

nickname: khaire

sign: leo

height: 5’6

last thing i googled: heidi klum worm costume

song stuck in my head: walden pond (atta boy)

last place you visited: edinburgh 🍂

favourite study drink: i just found out about greek mountain tea and it’s amazing (mine is a citrus blend)

dream job: musician and screenwriter

wearing: my home clothes 🐻 grey sweats, warm socks and my school sweatshirt

movies/books that summarize you: wild magic (tamora pierce), anne of green gables, lunch poems (frank o’hara), every version of pride & prejudice

a small goal: it’s been over a year since i published a poem and i want to work on doing that again

aesthetic: old libraries, sunlight on winter snow, library book smell, hot chocolate, empty movie theatres, whatever it is that hozier is doing

favourite authors: tamora pierce, jane austen, d’bi.young anitafrika, franz wright

favourite animal noise: little chickadee calls

something you’re proud of lately: this is kind of old but i put a song on tiktok and i was really nervous doing it but it felt so nice to make something again

random: i got a new blanket a while back and it’s made me so unbelievably happy

im tagging @centimetri @darkacademicc @garfunkelpdf @luthienne @latevictorian @kafk-a @liiyahjames @ladyygrace @honeyfireandspices @beatrise @oftheoscarwildesortt @etherealacademia @opheliadae @diehardromantic @colonelfitzwilliams @jaredculture @inkstainsonmythumb (obviously no pressure to answer!!) 🌸

#thanks for the tag!#if there's anyone who doesn't like to be tagged please let me know and i'll remove it #hopefully everyone has fun #personal #games #text personal

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bricklayersgroupinteractive · 7 months

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#structure #composition #sculpture #lamps

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debeleniyomtr · 1 year

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scandinavianfairytale · 1 year

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I posted 734 times in 2022

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695 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 659 of my posts in 2022

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Control

Pairing: Mob boss Steve Rogers x (Innocent!)Reader

Warnings: 18+ only; referenced kidnapping, can be considered as Stockholm Syndrome situation (it’s tiptoing on that edge, but the reader is kinda aware of what’s going on), cursing, horniness on both parties, smut (namely guided masturbation, fingering & implied boner)

A/N: This is a sequel to Language, but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening 😊

“It’s easy, Doll.” Steve said as he leaned back in his chair, with a smirk on his face. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not going to force you to do anything. If you want this, all you gotta do is take it.”

You watched him and after a few seconds of staring and thinking, you took a cautious step towards him and then a second and suddenly you were standing in between his thighs. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, how fast it was. Your fingertips were pulsing, itching to touch him.

You extended your hand to run it over his cheek, before slowly bending down, stopping an inch from his lips.

Were you really going to do this?

You closed the small gap between you and the mobster, your captive. But...it somehow felt right. Your lips on his. Steve slowly rose to his feet, taking over the soft kiss, plunging his tongue in your mouth. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, feeling his body as you pressed into him. It felt like an invisible barrier was breached in your mind and you just let go, getting lost in this forbidden, twisted thing.

It had never felt better. You hummed into the kiss.

You were trembling as Steve slowly took off your shirt. Every kiss, every touch was overwhelming, consuming your whole body, your heart was beating so fast and loud you were afraid the whole world would hear it, even though you were so far from anyone. Your chest was pushing out all available air in your lungs and the fire in the pit of your stomach was getting more noticeable with every exhale. You couldn't believe you were just giving yourself up to him, but you couldn't resist him any longer, couldn't resist being so close to him yet still too far away. It was driving you insane.

Steve loved the responses he got from you, each time he touched any part of your exposed skin, it tensed under his touch and you produced so many lovely noises - a sigh here, a flat out whine there, but what made him snap his eyes open and break the kiss was the shudder he received as his hand slid across your tummy.

"Well..." He smirked as he returned his eyes to yours. Your eyebrows knitted together as he repeated the motion.

"Tell me, Doll...have you ever been touched?" Steve's head tilted to the side as he observed you. You just knew there was no way you'd be able to form a full sentence if you spoke. So you carefully shook your head and immediately froze when a Cheshire cat like grin spread through his face. He turned you around and you faced yourself in the mirror. He nestled his chin in the crook of your neck and unbuttoned your jeans, opening them so that your panties were visible. He stood right behind you and grabbed your hands softly.

"Now, pretty girl, just follow my lead. I'll show you everything you need or want to know." Slowly, he led your hands down your tummy, your fingertips softly dancing over your skin, making goosebumps appear all over your body and shivers envelop your skin. When you reached the hem of your panties, your breath hitched in your throat and Steve hummed before opening them with one finger and dipping your hand down the warmest part of you.

"For someone with such a foul mouth, you sure are innocent." He smirked before making you cup yourself. Your other hand was guided in the same direction but stopped as it found your clit. His fingers pressed onto the little bump, making you release a whimper and close your eyes.

"How does it feel? Describe it." Steve asked in your ear and met your eyes in the mirror.

"S-Steve..." You stuttered as he applied circular motions on your nub, the other hand rubbed at your entrance and your hips gained a mind of their own, rocking at your wandering hands.

"Ah ah ah Doll, use your words." He whispered, watching your hooded eyes, laboured breath and tense body.

"I-It feels so good..." You finally confessed and as a reward he pushed one of his long fingers into you. "Fuck!" You yelled, your eyes clamping shut.

"Language, Doll. Language." Steve chuckled as he started moving his finger in and out of your tight entrance, your walls squeezing his digit hard.

"Sweet Jesus, you are tight." He commented and pulled both your hands out of your panties, making you whine at the loss of contact. "Put your arms around me." You didn't object, just did what he told you before he once again put his hands on your sex, where they were before. His ministrations were rougher, faster and it brought you so much pleasure. The sounds that were escaping from your pussy were unlike anything you have heard yourself produce before. The feeling of skin inside you was foreign but your body welcomed it as if it was a lost friend.

"Come on, I know you're close. Just let go." Steve smirked and kissed your neck, shoving another finger in you, making you explode.

"Shit. Steve. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" You screamed and moaned as you finally released control. He watched you in the mirror as your face shifted through a mirage of expressions, loving every single one of them. You were trying to calm your breathing, panting through your parted lips, your muscles felt like jelly, yet somehow you were still standing. You quickly realized that it was Steve that was holding your body up, as you slumped into him. He was slowly kissing up your neck until he planted a kiss on your cheek.

"You did well, Doll. You have no idea what you do to me." He whispered into your ear before he slowly let go of you, depositing you onto the bed and licking his fingers. Bodily, you had more than an idea of what you did to him, sleeping and waking up to him for so many days, but the restraint and kindness he showed you in these two months that you'd been in this cabin...you were starting to believe that he wasn't as awful as you initially thought.

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Sooooo...this has been in my drafts for a LONG time but I was / still am a bit afraid of posting it, because I'm not really comfortable with admiting that I like literally erotica, let alone that I write it. But I have been going to therapy for some time now and we are slowly working through my issues (there are a lot of them, who knew 😅) and one of the things I promised myself was that I will be more honest with myself and that I will take more risks that are not related to my safety (you do not want to know in how many situations I have put myself in where everyone that knows / loves me were like: ARE YOU INSANE?!?!?!?!), so here it is 🎉😅

575 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

Flames

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, namely unprotected sex (use protection because STDs are no joke), shower sex, creampie, feeling up, groping, fingering, bit of roughness I guess, little spoilers for the movie Suicide squad 2, implied injuries, Rick breaks down, mentions of dark elements (related to the movie), implied teammates deaths 😬

You were trying not to panic as another day turned into night and Rick was still missing. The situation was normal, but your gut was telling you that something was askew.

As the steam from the shower started fogging the mirror you entered it and sighed happily as the hot water hit your tense muscles. This was a sure way to relax you and you took full advantage the little secluded shower offered. You have always been like this - water calmed you down.

The sound of the shower opening and closing softly pulled you out of your trans.

"You're back." You hummed softly and were about to turn around, but Rick's hands stopped you.

"Please don't." You barely recognized your boyfriend's voice. He sounded defeated, broken. The urge to turn around and console him was that much bigger, but he leaned his increasingly wet hair on top of yours. "I don't want you to see me like this." He whispered into your hair. You reached for his hand and squeezed in assurance.

"I just need to feel you." Rick's hands traced your curves and even with the hot shower a shiver ran through you. He was never much of a talker, but this lack of words worried you. All you wanted to do was to touch him...

His rough fingers grabbed at your soft skin, touching everything they could and when you finally felt his body press into you, you felt his lips as well.

A moan escaped you as he finally touched you where you missed his the most. Putting your hands in front of yourself for leverage, you leaned yourself into his hands and body, feeling him again after three long weeks.

"Fuck, I missed you, baby." You threw your head onto his shoulder as Rick plunged two fingers into you. His other hand wss around your belly, holding you up as your hips started gyrating into his hand, but you couldn't help yourself, you missed his touch, his smell...him.

Rick observed and listened to your unraveling and just as you were about to explode for the first time in three weeks, he pulled his fingers out. The frustrated and disappointed whine that left your mouth made him chuckle. You're not empty for too long and as he finally plunged into you in one quick and hard thrust you both moaned.

"I'm home, baby." Rick kissed your pulse point and kept still, relishing in you, but all you wanted was for him to just fuck you raw.

"Rick, please...please move. I need-need to feel you." You reached behind you, grabbing his ass and that's all he really needed before he was bending your torso so your head rested on the cold tiles and gripped your hips so hard you let out a little squeak.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and Rick's spend slowly ooze out of your hole. His hand was still planted just next to yours and he watched your puffy center he was just balls deep in a mere two minutes ago.

You moved once more to turn around and once again Rick stopped you. "Rick...please I just want to see you." You sobbed. This was the first time in five years he had been like this - the first time he actually scared you. He let you go and you finally saw his face.

His head hung low, but you could see how much damage was done as you took in his whole body. But...

He was still your Rick.

You carefully cupped his face, softly tracing the unharmed areas. Rick watched you worryingly, you could see how scared he was, but you didn't know of what. Slowly you brought your lips to his and planted one soft, loving kiss on his lips. Just as you were about to leave him, Rick grabbed the back of your head and brought you back in, kissing you deeply.

After a proper shower you made your chamomile tea and you sat next to him on your shared bed. Rick was slumped into himself, but he accepted the hot tea from you, kissing your hand in the process.

"What happened out there?" You asked and ran your fingers over his back in a soothing manner.

"We were ambushed - someone gave away our plan. Only me and Harley got out." Rick summed up his latest mission.

"I'm so sorry, honey." You said sadly, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder blade.

"The other team found us and we infiltrated the experimental facility..." Rick's voice broke. Quickly climbing over him and straddling his hips, you pulled him into a hug. He clung to you, as if clinging to life itself.

"The things we saw there..." His tears were stronger than him and they started falling freely. All you could do was just hold him and run your fingers through his damp hair. "It was all us. Our-My government. They experimented on children!" Rick yelled, clenching his fists behind your back. You could feel how his muscles strained at his rage.

"And I worked for them..." He whispered after a few moments of silence. His embrace faltered and his arms fell onto your thighs, lifeless. You carefully pulled away from him, to observe his face. The amount of sadness, betrayal, anger and defeat made your heart wrench.

"Will you do something for me?" Rick asked, not meeting your eyes.

"Anything." Tapping your thighs, you got off of him and Rick went to grab his discarded pants, pulling a red drive out of them.

"Can you publish this?" He threw you the drive.

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623 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

Look at you

Pairing: Captain Hydra x Reader

Warnings: Dark fic, 18+, Steve is not a good guy in this, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, mentions of fighting, murder in self-defense, mentions of blood, stabbing, cursing, threats, intimidation, smut (non-con, unprotected sex (STDs are no joke, make sure you're using protection), rough sex, praising, degradation, multiple creampies, excessive cum, fingering, multiple rounds, passing out during sex). 😬

A/N: This is a VERY DARK work of FICTION, please DO NOT READ if any of the warnings trigger you, you are a minor or you find any of them disturbing. 🙏

Steve has been observing the scene from the shadows. He liked playing with his food first and you looked absolutely delicious. Prim and proper woman, with your perfectly pressed white shirt, now sporting crumpled sleeves from when his men grabbed you and brought you to him.

He loved seeing the fight-or-flight response live. There was something so satisfying seeing all thoughts running through his victims’ head as if they didn't know they were so transparent. In most cases everyone's first instinct was to flee from seven potential assailants, but then there was you.

It was almost liberating to see you scanning the room for something. Everyone's eyes stopped at the door, but yours skipped through it as if you knew escape wasn't an option.

Steve was surprised when your eyes stopped at the corner of the room where the pool sticks were neatly put away after yesterday's game of pool. Shoving one of the men away you made a beeline for the sticks, kicking back at another man as he grabbed at your hips to stop you and grabbing one of the sticks before breaking it over your knee.

After that it was like watching a play at the opera. His men fell one by one, some were stabbed, some were unconscious and the last one was pinned to the wall. You thought you had won. If you could call killing people a win...Your victory was short-lived as clapping pulled you out of your trans.

"Well well well, look at you." Steve's voice was low, tainted in amusement as he circled you. Specs of blood littered your face and your previously pristine white shirt. Your grip on the broken wooden pool stick tightened as something similar to panic started rising in your chest. You knew this man.

Steve Rogers.

Captain Hydra.

The man that everyone feared. And you knew at that moment that this was all for nothing. You were in the belly of the beast and even if you managed to run away, you wouldn't get far.

"Come on, Gorgeous, this isn't the time to give up. Show me that fire again. I loved the show you just put on for me." Steve gripped your chin, making you meet his cold blue eyes. He could see how you were trying to decipher his words, trying to understand if he was serious. Your hands pushed him away the next second and for the sake of being dramatic Steve stumbled a few steps back, as if you actually had the strength to match a super soldier.

"Why am I here?" You demanded, but your voice betrayed you. You both knew you were scared, but too proud to actually just stand there and surrender. And that's what Steve liked about you. He found another one that will put up a fight and it made his whole body tremble in anticipation of what's to come.

"I got bored of my previous toy and I needed a new one." He said nonchalantly. Your face contorted in disgust.

"Why me?"

"I liked the fire in you." He cocked his head to the side, observing you and you shifted your stance as his eyes wondered down your body. You have never felt more exposed while fully clothed as you did in this moment. "When you slapped your date when he went in to grab your ass." A shudder ran down your spine. He has been watching you.

"What? Did you think I picked you at random?" He let out a chuckle. "Oh, Sweetheart, I've been watching you for weeks. I saw all those little dances in your underwear when you thought no one was paying attention even though you never closed the curtains." Steve took a step towards you and your legs trembled, but still you took a step back. "And I heard all those phone calls to your friends and home visits. I heard all the songs you sang in the shower. And all those little moans you let out in your bedroom." He was standing in front of you, your back against the wall and his breath tickled your ear, making you shiver. There was nowhere to run or hide anymore. He consumed everything in your field of vision. "Oh, Doll, you have no idea what you did to me." He reveled in the paralyzing fear you exhumed.

"P-People will know I'm gone." You tried challenging.

"No they won't. You just took a sabbatical and are volunteering in Colombia." His hand caressed you face in a loving matter. "And depending on how long I'll find you interesting, that's how long your volunteering trip is going to last as well as your time alive on this Earth."

You turned away from him as tears stung your eyes. He kissed the top of your head, making you shut your eyes and tears fall down your cheeks. Clenching your teeth, you refused to sob for the man in front of you.

"It'll be alright, Doll. I can make it good for you, make you enjoy the last moments of your life." His hands wandered over your pulse point and gripping your hips, pulling you to him. "But only if you behave."

Panic started consuming you, more tears blurred your vision as the situation he described sunk into your soul.

What are you going to do to escape this monster? There has to be something - anything. The promises he made, made you nauseous.

Your vision focused on the knife that was poking out of one of the unconscious men. If you could just get your hands on the knife...maybe you could do some damage. Or at least piss him off so much that he kills you on the spot. Anything was better than the insinuation Captain Hydra made.

"What do you want from me?" You finally asked, still refusing to look at him.

"Giving up so soon?" Steve mocked. "I want you to keep me company, especially after missions." He smirked as he thought of all the scenarios of when and how he's going to play with you. Bile rose in your throat as you imagined it, but sensing that Steve relaxed for a second, you dove for the knife, grabbing it just in time as he grabbed your ankle to pull you back to him. You let yourself be dragged towards him, before slashing across his arm and scrambling to your feet, running around the pool table stationed in the middle of the room.

"Bitch." Steve smirked and licked at his wound. He could see how fast your chest was raising and falling. He knew you were scared and panicking, seeking an exit. Like a cornered animal faced with a predator. He liked games like this.

"What's the plan, Doll?" He asked as you rotated around the table.

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989 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

"I've had it..."

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: 18+, your typical friends (and temporary roommates) to lovers 😁, annoyed and frustrated Reader, heavy & passionate make-out session, eagerness, a few things end up broken - collateral damage, brief spanking (both parties), some grinding and groping, mentions of nakedness, Bradley is sweet and big 🙈 (this should be canon), implied funny sexy times, mentions of multiple orgasms, potential Lieutenant kink (????), lots of banter & jokes, lots of cursing as well, hopefully I didn't forget something - while it is 18+ and minors should not be reading this, it's nothing too graphic but more cute & funny smut(ish) fic 😊

It was supposed to be temporary. Bradley told you he'd crash at your apartment for a few weeks, just until he graduated from Top Gun. He called himself your temporary, barely there roommate.

Then, three weeks later, he graduated. At the top of his class no less and you were his plus one. It was a nice event, the party was awesome and it was almost bittersweet, but you were excited to have the flat all to yourself again. Bradley was supposed to leave right after, a day or two later.

It's been 46 days and he is still here. Yes, you have been counting.

You were glaring daggers at him as you leaned over your kitchen bar, sipping your morning coffee. He fell asleep on the couch again, with all the dirty dishes laying all around him. Your eye twitched as he turned his back to you and you revealed a stain on your couch.

Your couch is not worth jail time. You had to remind yourself.

It was fun having him back in the city, but Bradley really overstayed his welcome and you were running out of patience. It wasn't so much that his presence was annoying you, just his habits. For example when he leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor. Or takes the first towel he comes across, which is usually yours as he tends to leave his all over the apartment. Or even though you have repeatedly told him to clean after himself he is usually too tired to do it. And you understood him in the beginning as he came back home at weird hours and you gave him a pass even though you wanted to throw the dirty clothes and dishes in or at his face. But you knew it was temporary, so you just sucked it up and cleaned instead of him.

But now it was starting to seriously piss you off. On top of it, it didn't help that you weren't able to hook up with anyone for over 6 weeks and it was starting to show in your bratty attitude, which didn't go over Bradley's head. He just figured it was that time of the month for you.

Shit hit the fan a few days later. You were trying to drop subtle hints for Bradley that he should move out of your apartment, so when he said he had a surprise for you, you naturally assumed that he was going to tell you he's leaving.

Not throw a fucking party.

You had an awful day at work and even needed to stay longer at the office. Since Bradley took over your home office, you have been working from your actual office which included a 20 minute commute.

The only thing holding you upright was the thought of the bath you were going to take when you finally breached the threshold. As you searched for your keys you realized the loud music was coming from your apartment and not from your neighbors like you assumed. And as you opened the door, your face froze in an unbelievable expression. There was a whole bunch of people in your apartment, food was everywhere, glasses littered every available surface and Bradley was happily playing the piano and singing with his Top Gun colleagues.

You'd be amazed by his skill, if you weren't so pissed.

"The hostess finally arrived!" Fanboy greeted you with a hug and Phoenix came to give you a kiss. You could feel anger bubbling in your body and you pursued your lips. Making your way quickly to Bradley, you put your hand over his, stopping his playing and silence fell.

"I need everyone to get out." No one moved until you whistled. "I said move it people, the party's over. Go home."

"Party pooper." Fanboy pouted and you clasped his shoulder.

"I had a long day, Fanboy, maybe another time, okay?"

As the last person left and the front door closed, you stared at it for a few seconds, before turning to Bradley.

"What the FUCK was that, Bradley?"

"I told you I had a surprise for you!" He defended himself.

"A fucking party? That was your idea of a surprise?!"

"Well yeah, you've been so uptight lately I thought you needed to let loose a bit. Hence the party."

"Let me get this straight," you pinched the bridge of you nose. "the only solution that crossed your mind was 'Hey, let's have a party so that when she comes home she'll have to deal with a bunch of people and clean up after them. Damn Bradshaw, you've done it again, what a fucking brilliant idea!' not that maybe you should move out?"

"You want me to move out?"

"Yes! My God, Bradley, you have been here for 52 days! This is MY apartment and you have no lease, no rent, no anything - you can't just do whatever the hell you want."

"I did this for you! You have been acting like a brat lately and I thought this would do you some good." You stared at him, not believing tgat he just called you a brat.

"A brat? That's it, I've had it, Bradshaw! I've had it with your inability to pick up after yourself and that there are never enough towels or glasses because you take everything in your vicinity without any regard whether or not it's actually yours!" You poked him in his chest with each sentence and Bradley retreated until his butt hit the piano.

"Has anyone told you how hot you look when you're pissed off?" Bradley smirked before he grabbed your neck, pulling you to him and meeting you half way, dipping down to capture your lips.

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1,020 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Long way home

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Very cheesy 🧀 so I hope you're not lactose intolerant 😁

"You won't believe this, Bradley, but before we started dating, I used to walk alone all the time." You smiled as your boyfriend patiently waited for the end of your shift.

"I know, but that doesn't mean that you still have to do that." He smiled. "I'm here now." You blew him a kiss and handed the last receipt to the customer. As the last person left, Bradley started putting away the chairs and moped the floors. You stared at him and tried telling him that it's not necessary and that you could do it in the morning before your next shift, but he was unmoving, even though he hated moping the floors. He had you sit on the bar and together you laughed at the situation.

"Bradley, I'm serious. Please go back to the base, you have training in the morning." You said after giving him a kiss at the closed Hard Deck door.

"I can't in good conscience let you walk home alone in the dark." Bradley put a hand over his heart, making you roll your eyes and smile.

"I know a short-cut. I'll be home in 15 minutes. I'll even send you a text when I enter my house."

"How about we take the long way home and I sleep over?" He smirked at you.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, did you just invite yourself over? You slapped his forearm in disbelief.

"I was waiting for you to invite me, but I'm getting restless." He paused for a second, blushing. "That being said, I would really like to make you breakfast." Bradley scratched the back of his head.

"Come on, wise guy, let's go home." You smiled, grabbing his hand, pulling him after you.

The walk home was much longer than the one you were used to, but it was still a pleasant night walk. You were used to just listen to waves crashing with the shore as you walked along the ocean, but this road was paved with a few street light illuminating the path. Walking along the houses you voiced your opinion on a few houses and you were more than tempted to just stop and stare at some of them.

Just before you were about to turn down the last big street, you let out a big yawn.

"Getting tired?" Bradley pulled you into a hug and as your hands went around his body, you sagged into him. Has he always smelled so good? So calming?

"Mhm. This 'long way home' after a full shift at the bar is really exhausting." You tried rubbing your eyes.

"Come in, I have an idea. This is the last big street before we come to your little street. So let's play a game. At each street light you have to give me a kiss." He smiled at you. "That way we'll walk a bit and then take a break."

"That actually sounds nice." You smiled back, but still pulled him back into the hug, ducking your head into the crook of his neck.

"Come on, baby. Let's get you home." Bradley laughed, your breath tickling him.

As you turned the corner, you came to an abrupt stop.

"What's the matter?"

"You planned this, didn't you?" You accused.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your boyfriend smirked as he followed your eyes down the street. There were so many street lights. More than there were throughout the entire walk.

"Bradley." You lifted one of your eyebrows.

"Think of it like this. Each one of these street lights is a month that I haven't spent with you. A kiss I didn't get because I didn't know you."

God, your boyfriend was so cheesy. But adorably cheesy.

Grabbing his hand and turning to him while walking with your back to the street, you pulled him to the first street light and kissed him sweetly.

"One month / One kiss down." You turned to look at the street. "Ten thousand to go."

His brilliant idea of taking the long way home meant you entered your apartment almost 2 hours later. Giggling, you finally separated as your umpteenth attempt at finding your keys proved unsuccessful.

"So this is the place you so wanted to visit and I have been 'keeping' from you." You giggled as Bradley followed you into your cozy apartment. You were wondering whether he first went to the kitchen and checked the fridge just for show or he actually wanted to make breakfast for you.

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1,308 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

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