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lightcreators · 1 year

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look at me meme / @tiimecrash

F e a t h e r i n e

That name he breathed internally for he didn’t know how many times, crushing that fucking witch to be, indeed, at greatnesss of reputation associated to her … that threatening shadow controlling the threads of people’s life, who generated an play behind players back … who acted unconcerned about consequences of her actions, about how damages she could bring … that name wearing by his old friend, the name in which he craved to find miserable expressions coming from the Time Lord who was devoted himself to save people … that name who destroyed his friend, twice, into different circumstances, where he had been left in the dark on why, where he won’t probably never know the reason of why he had become such a bitch … He wasn’t the first time the Doctor kindly put him in the closet. Be trapped inside another planet, with important elements of his TARDIS removed, left behind inside complete loneliness somewhere when he won’t have to think about him — that incarnation regularly did it to him. How many times he had passed trying to overcome the Doctor’s actions … he didn’t wanted to remember. Not when that incarnation face will haunt him in one way or another. Not when he won’t never be removed of that incarnation who lived inside a world without him … For too long, he wanted to believe that face wasn’t bloody serious. It had to be empty words, right ? That threat to removing him from existence implicity expressed when he sweetly manipulating him by let him rule the Earth temporary, by let him release a paradox that will be his tomb ? That threat to lock him away ? That thread he could control his life if he wanted to ? That pressure he never was going to know any kind of pleasant peace, that he will always be observed ? It had to be … He wanted to believe it was. That fucking witch saved somewhere his damn life when he lost against that bloody bitch who anticipated his every move inside the Year who Never Was, who knew perfectly how emotionally his actions will impacting his future, who fucking knew he had damned himself when he thought he could be the winner ? How many people did he killed during that time ? How many billions of life he had destroyed who had been rewritten inside some planified scheme ? How many of his crimes becoming that bitch’s responsibilities when he was the one supposed to hold them ? There was no desire to speak up over that tenth incarnation who suffered beautifully from his hands. Incarnation of the Doctor he knew had been pleasant pawn, had been controlled by another one of his incarnations …

How many times he passed inside that closed room … He was unable to tell. Sometimes, there was sound of chatter he cannot truly understand, far away of his position, as a eternal sign of hope of compagny and a presence who was out of his reach … There was the sound of his rain, who generated sometimes gentleness inside that loneliness. Otherwise, there was only him and his room, where he guessed quite enough that place was belonging to Earth. Where, he hadn’t been able to truly tell. There was nothing. No indication. No distinctive sign of the where have been annotated. There was no papers. There was no books. There was no way to write something. There was no phone around. An bedroom as any bedroom, who had quite nice decoration — a bathroom where at times he could believe drops of water had fallen … Nothing else. An special closet in which there was nothing, truly nothing to get him out of his loneliness. Coming from Theta, it had been such a asshole move ! It was possibly the single person in the world who knew where he came from when he had been a kid, single person in the world who knew how much he had suffer of that loneliness for be the one who saved him ! Even today, even now he was out, even now he was physically out … mental turmoil about that lock still repeated inside his mind. The reason about why that chain had to show up around his neck when he was acting on the lock … The reason of that pressuring atmosphere of something sinister hiding inside the room … The sudden brutal welcoming laugh of a witch … eternal sound of the chain … eternal sound of the lock ... Why did it had to be broken ? Why couldn’t it work normally ? Emptiness of his eyes, who had betrayed his eyes since a long time, hadn’t been able to removing over an somber expression. There was an attached absence associated to his gaze. Sounds of his TARDIS, regardless how black the console room had been, had been recollection of that room … as he sensed he was going to eternally facing that loneliness … as he was scared to be left down inside such room … It had been merely kindness coming from that witch. There was worse places existing. There was worse hell existing in the world. No matter how much he was watching the world around him, he wasn’t sure how real it was. How could he be sure he was truly out ? Maybe did eventually he imagined his exit, that possibility he had been out for better cope he wasn’t out ? Sola’s expression, inside worries of his wife towards him, wanted to be reassuring, as always. Nevertheless, he had no words to express anymore. Nevertheless, he had no smile to offer. He wasn’t even sure to be out. He wasn’t even sure if that punishment was truly be finished. There was a lack of physical answer when she touched her chin, when even sounds of his TARDIS remained distant — as it wasn’t truly here, as he wasn’t truly here.

He had to say something. Something. Just something. Just a single word … The Doctor was dead. It was an truth he would have to accept at some point. Others circumstances, something who happened, something he wasn’t aware of, killed the Doctor he knew so intimately. The Doctor didn’t existed anymore. Not inside his fifth incarnation for sure … where he wished someday saving the tenth of same fate over that circle he had been pulled in … Watching over his wife, there was a silent vow of protection towards her. Featherine will not touch her. Oh, by all his incarnations, that fucking witch will not fucking manipulate his wife. Something, something … He really had to say something. ❝ Last few days have been complicated … ❞ He didn’t know how many times had passed for him. He didn’t know how many times had passed for her. He honestly disliked it, but he needed to give a reason. Explaining why he had been absent. Explain why he hadn’t been present and why she cannot find him …. Featherine put me in the closet. It was what he desired too much to say. ❝ I was held against my will. ❞

#tiimecrash #ic :: simm!master #post year who never was verse tag #long post /#simm!master and sola tbt.#( answered. )#👀 to vineyard au #that (1) time when the master experienced battler logic error !

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dulcewrites · 1 year

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Honestly Aemond being mad the morning after they sleep together is so funny to me, ‘cause my man, my buddy, my dude; you now damm well you’re down bad for your ex; like if she wanted him to be just her booty call (for the moment) he will.

It would be interesting to see her interact with all of the Targs siblings including Aemond during/after the divorce (before she decided to be talk as friends to them); like you mentioned that she would have to see them and be civil for Daella’s sake; but how would it go, ‘cause she would probably have to see them in her daughter, Alicent & Daeron birthday since she does speak to the laters; and probably Christmas or other holiday and that must be very hard, more over if Aemond, being the deaf tone idiot that he is, would bring Alys; honestly reader a better person than me cause I would make sure that he get to se his child as minimum as possible (yeah only Alicent and Daeron get love from me, they’re pookies and I love them).

Like I would pull a Shakira and her Session 53 on all of them.

Also does Aemond know that she wants more kids before sleeping together or after? Like imagine him having to meet one of reader’s new man, like someone that she is getting serious with that she feels comfortable to have around her daughter (probably after they started therapy) and Daella liking him and being comfortable with this new man in her mommy’s life 🥺; and let’s say that Aemond knows that she wants more children (again this could be before or after that night) like he probably is terrified by the idea of this guy having a permanent place in all of their life’s; at this point he is sure of his importance in reader life because his is the father of her only child but that could possibly change and it terrifies him. It would make him realize that he could actually loose reader for good, and all his chances of getting her back are in danger. I imagine that after “that” night he makes his goal of getting her back and being a family all three of them again (maybe even expand it 👨‍👩‍👧 🔜 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦).

Aemond in the djats!au gives me vibes of the song “Somebody Else”from The 1975.

Reader is “Lose You to Love Me” from Selena Gomez coded

I do want to do something during the holidays for them! I feel it would be super interesting specifically if Aemond tried to bring alys around ://. Honestly it’s kind of fun writing Aemond as delusional bc I lowkey feel like he is lmaoooo. But in a dissociative, I have to put a false sense bravado because I’m highly insecure type of way. I don’t think (at least not show Aemond and how I see him) he does most things to hurt people. He just has a default setting because of how he was raised… like a cute targ doll

Aemond probably finds out about the child thing afterwards. It probably makes the night hurt more considering they both made an effort for him to you know… not do his business inside of her. He would’ve given her another kid just based on how he feels about daella.

Daella would probably be skeptical about a man in reader’s life just like she was with alys. But I think if this man stayed in reader’s life longer than alys did in theirs she’d warm up. Especially since she’d probably be older by that point. Understanding the difference between how alys come into her dad’s life versus this new guy. Aemond would probably be screaming crying throwing up if daella had another male figure in her like that. Like she loves her uncles but obviously not the same as reader having a man around constantly. Oouuu now I want to write something about the first dinner between reader, daella, Aemond, and reader’s new man

#the cregan in Aemond fics thing is cliche but also so good specifically for this bc he gives off dad energy #it would threaten Aemond’s dad energy hard #hmmm but we will see I might just make up a guy #maybe a cute vineyard owner… from redwyne 👀👀👀#djats fmo au

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roses-for-rosalyn · 1 year

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what if abby's father and the reader's father were friends and the like to hangout and play tennis a lot ; one day jerry anderson tries to convince his daughter to play a game with him, his friend and his daughter (reader) who has just returned home after two years of travelling ;

both girls accept their father's invitation! then the big day arrives and abby finds herself in front of reader in her pretty tennis set (and maybe something could happen in the locker room, after a heated match 👀)

I'm baaaack!

Sorry this took me so incredibly long it's been a weird few weeks. I hope I did your idea justice, she's a long one.

word count: 3.3k

content warnings: enemies to lovers, mean, competitive Abby, thigh riding, fem! reader, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), overstimulation, dirty talk, modern au where Abby's dad isn't dead obvi, no use of y/n

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You were sitting at your kitchen counter sipping on a glass of ice water and gazing out the window, watching the summer breeze rattle the trees. It had been a few weeks since you’d gotten back from Europe, but ice still felt like a luxury. Europe was so beautiful and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, but after a few years you started to yearn for air conditioning, cold water and disgusting greasy fried food. Your first bite of a McChicken back in the states was orgasmic.

You also missed your family, your dad would call you every other day and talk about his day in incredible detail. He joined a country club and got into tennis while you were gone, he even made a few friends. You were especially happy about that because you were worried about him getting lonely while you were gone. You didn’t want him rotting in an empty house while you went out and traveled the world. Even though your dad’s days were mundane and repetitive you just liked listening to him talk. His voice was the only thing that could dull the feeling of homesickness.

The front door opening pulls you out of your thoughts. Your dad walks in clearly having just got back from the country club, he was dressed head to toe in tennis gear including a visor. You can’t help but giggle at how stupid and preppy he looks. You didn’t exactly grow up going to country clubs, and dressing in brand name clothes. Luckily your dad had gotten a new job so he could splurge on himself. It made you happy to watch him treat himself for the first time in his life.

“What? Why are you laughing at me?” He looks up and down checking his clothes for stains or any wardrobe malfunctions.

“Nothing, you just look a little funny dressed in your tennis uniform. Not exactly used to you in country club attire.” You smile as he acts mock offended.

“I think it suits me, thank you very much.” He dramatically marches over to the fridge to fill up his water bottle. He’s really not gonna let go of this.

“You’re right, you were born to wear exclusively Vineyard Vines and sip wine on the balcony of your third beach house.” You say with a smirk.

“Sounds pretty nice to me.” He smiles and leans on the counter across from you.

He hesitates before saying “I’ve been meaning to invite you to play with me and Jerry, I think you’d have fun, it’ll be like the good old days on your high school tennis team. You’d probably deeply humble both of us.” Jerry was your dad’s best friend right now, one of the first people that welcomed him into the country club.

“Dad, I haven’t played tennis in three years I don’t kn-”

“Jerry said he’d bring his daughter too. She also used to play a lot of sports in high school. We could do father daughter teams or daughters vs fathers. It’ll be fun.” He sounds so excited, you would feel way too guilty turning him down at this point.

“Ok, ok. Have you met his daughter? Is she like.. Nice?” You didn’t want to have to fake getting along with her for your dad’s sake, if you were being honest you would probably end up doing that anyway. Your dad wasn’t exactly good at finding you friends.

“Yes, she’s incredibly nice, and respectful. She’s a few years older than you, about 25 I think, and she works for a construction company.” He pauses trying to recollect the little information he knows about his friend’s daughter. “She’s so strong I’m pretty sure she could pick me up bridal style.” Your dad laughs at his own joke, but now you are a little nervous. It’s starting to sink in that your dad essentially set up a playdate for you with an incredibly buff woman. You just hope you don’t end up noticeably ogling at her, maybe you’ll get lucky and she’ll be incredibly mean.

You woke up bright and early the next morning, your dad bribed you with a fancy breakfast before the match. The food was delicious, but you couldn’t stop your nervous movements, constantly tapping your fingers or feet. Your dad noticed and reassured you there was no reason to be nervous, and that there’s no pressure. To be honest your nerves weren’t completely because you were out of practice. Meeting new people always made you anxious, especially when it was arranged like this. There was an unspoken expectation for everyone to get along and enjoy themselves and you liked to keep your expectations low.

Before you knew it you and your dad were walking to the tennis courts. Your dad noticed you were starting to get all up in your head.

“Hey, loosen up kiddo this will be fun, if it’s not you let me know and we can leave. I’ll just tell them I’m not feeling well and we can get ice cream. Jerry will understand.” He messes with your hair a bit and you feel mildly relieved.

Once you get to the tennis court all of the relief you felt drained from your body, immediately replaced with pure anxiety. As you walk onto the smooth green court you see a middle aged brunette man, no doubt that was Jerry, and a tall strong blonde standing next to him. She towered over him, every muscle chiseled to perfection by what must have been some higher power. As you got closer you could see her biceps straining against her blue t-shirt, her thighs were barely visible, but from what you could see they were just as muscular as her arms. You were beginning to ogle when you’re snapped out of it from the sound of your dad greeting Jerry. Your dad shakes hands with Jerry and Abby and you begin to do the same. Abby’s blue eyes pierced right through you, a neutral expression adorning her face. She was incredibly intimidating considering she could clearly snap you in two. You shake Jerry’s hand “I’ve heard so much about you, hope you still remember your stuff from high school. Your dad and I have gotten pretty good.”

You smile and reply “It’s been a while, but I’m sure I’ll warm up in no time!” You liked to stay humble, but honestly you were pretty good at tennis. You had won a lot of games and you were one of the best on the team. You didn’t talk about it much though because you were self aware enough to know literally no one cares about tennis. You were also as a result extremely competitive so you were hoping you would be able to tone it down in order to not scare your dad’s friend away.

You move to shake Abby’s hand “I’m Abby, nice to finally meet you.” From her tone you would have assumed she thought it was indeed not very nice to meet you. But you nod and smile as her calloused hand engulfs yours. You can’t help but notice how warm her skin is to the touch and how large her hands are.

She was incredibly attractive.

“Alrighty you guys ready for an ass whoopin?” Jerry jests.

“You bet.” Your dad replies.

You and your dad make your way to the other side of the net and get into your ready positions. Abby serves the ball first and her swing was strong, but it was no match for your speed. You quickly learned the harder Abby hit the ball the louder she would grunt, so naturally you attempted to rile her up further. You would smirk arrogantly at her every time you and your dad gained a point, and take an extra long time getting ready to serve on the rare occasion she and Jerry would score a point. You and your dad rack up points quickly and the blonde was growing visibly frustrated. She was starting to hit the ball even harder, her jaw was clenched and her expression was so serious. It was adorable.

Eventually Jerry calls for a break and sits on one of the benches with you dad, leaving you to sit with Abby. Alone.

You sit down next to her on the wooden bench and start sipping from your water bottle. She does the same and you sit in silence for a bit. You notice the sweat on her brow and how her shirt is starting to stick to her skin. You can almost make out her abdominal muscles through the thin blue fabric.

“I’m not usually this bad at sports, not used to losing.” Abby says, looking straight ahead. You can’t help but smile at her discontent, she seems just as competitive as you.

“I’m sure your strong muscles get you pretty far in most sports, but apparently tennis is not one of them, especially when you're up against an expert like me.” You say trying to joke around to lighten her mood.

“I wouldn’t classify a varsity tennis player as an expert, but okay.” She says with a smug look, still not facing you. She definitely did not understand your humor.

“Clearly enough of an expert to beat you.” You shoot back. Abby grows silent and continues to sip her water.

You sit in silence while your dad chats with Jerry, giving up on trying to make conversation with Abby. Eventually Jerry and your father stand up ready to finish the game. You and your dad beat them miserably. The game only ended because the sun started to go down, the country club quickly emptying out for the day.

Your dad and Jerry suggest you all get washed up in the locker rooms before leaving. They walk away from the tennis court side by side talking and laughing while you and Abby walk behind them in almost total silence. Once the group reaches the locker rooms the two dads turn to you and Abby.

“Would it be ok if me and Jerry grab a drink together? Abby can take you home in Jerry’s car.” The absolute last thing you wanted was to be stuck in a small car with this mean blonde, but you smiled and nodded.

“See you later kiddo.” Your dad smiles and tussles your hair before walking into the locker room.

You walk into the locker room as well, planning to just keep your distance from Abby for as long as you could until you were stuck with her in a tiny car. You can hear her heavy footsteps follow behind you and you quickly put your bag down, grab a towel and walk towards the showers to avoid facing her. You walk into one of the stalls and turn on the shower. The warm water helps to calm you down and soothes you. You lather on the soap massaging your muscles to relieve any soreness or tension, making sure you washed all the sweat away from the match. Unfortunately you have to be quick because you don’t want to make Abby any more annoyed than she was.

As you step out and begin to dry yourself off you realized you forgot your change of clothes.

Fuck.

You wrap the towel around you tightly and make your way to the lockers. Abby is sitting on the bench in the middle lacing up her shoes. Thank god she was looking down. You scramble over to your bag and grab your clothes out. You turn to head back to the showers to change in peace but Abby’s voice stops you.

“You took fucking forever.” She’s not looking at you, which you have observed to be a habit of hers.

“Didn’t want to stink up your car. Is that ok with you?” Abby scoffs, but says nothing in response.

“Seriously what the fuck did I do to you?” You blurt out, exasperated. You’re not usually this confrontational, but you felt like you deserved an answer. “I have barely had a conversation with you and for some reason you seem to have a problem with me or something.”

Abby stands up angrily to face you and you had almost forgotten you were wearing a towel until she looked at you up and down with wide eyes. “You weren’t even gonna get dressed before asking me that question?” She sounds genuinely pissed off. Was everything you did an inconvenience?

“Doesn’t matter, just answer it.” You look her straight in the eyes, challenging her.

“Fine. You really wanna know?” You nod “I barely had a conversation with you and I could tell you were a brat.” As she’s talking she starts walking towards you, you didn’t even realize you were backing away until you felt the cool metal lockers against your skin. “You have an attitude problem, you know that? You don’t know when to shut the fuck up” She’s close, too close, she’s looking directly down at you daring you to respond.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You were the one who started being rude to me.” You refuse to break eye contact with her, trying to intimidate her from your height was ineffective, she wasn’t backing down. “What are you gonna do?” You ask boldly, tilting your head inviting her to answer. “Teach me a lesson? We both know you’re not gonna do anything, so just let me get dressed so I can get home and never see you again.” She doesn’t respond, the only sound was you and Abby’s synchronized breaths as she stared at you with a fire in her eyes. Her stare somehow made you feel more naked than you already were, making you overly aware of the fact that you were wearing a towel that was starting to slip down.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for sweetheart.” She says almost breathlessly. The anger in her eyes quickly turns into a hunger when she looks down at your towel slowly slipping off your body. You’re holding on to the towel for dear life.

“Fuck.” Abby says breathlessly before doing the absolute last thing you could have expected. She kisses you. Hard.

You let out a surprised squeak and quickly back away, both of your chests heaving. You look in her eyes and see a desperation and hunger that’s almost scary, but for some reason you kiss her back. Abby melts into you and threads her fingers into your hair. You place your hands gently against her chest as she pushes you further against the lockers with her strong body. Her hands slowly travel down to the towel barely maintaining your dignity. She gently pries your hands from the soft material and rips it off throwing it across the room, keeping her lips on yours the entire time. You barely notice the cool air against your bare skin, she is so close to you you can feel her body heat radiate through her clothing.

Abby uses her foot to move yours outward, spreading your legs enough for her to slot her thigh between them. You moan into her mouth the moment her strong thigh makes contact with your bare cunt. You start slowly writhing against her, trying to relive the ache that was growing in your center. Abby breaks away and looks down at you desperately grinding on her thigh. “You’re already so wet for me sweetheart. Barely had to do anything.” She smiles smugly as she watches you become a moaning mess, her thigh creating a perfect pressure against your clit.

Abby starts kissing you down your neck, occasionally sucking on the sensitive skin, the feeling of her rough tongue causing you to whimper. She begins circling her fingers around your nipples, teasing them, before pinching them and rolling them between her fingers. You begin to move faster against her thigh and the pleasure in your belly begins to build. Your moaning starts to become louder as you begin to reach your high. Abby notices and moves her thigh further against you, putting even more pressure on your sensitive bud. “You close baby?” You nod and whine, desperate for any kind of release. You start moving faster against Abby’s thigh and your pleasure quickly hits its peak. It comes crashing against you in overwhelming waves, forcing loud moans from your lips. Abby eventually puts her leg down and backs away slightly, before kneeling in front of you. Before you can ask any questions she grabs one of your legs, hooks it around her shoulder and licks a stripe up your soaking cunt. You hiss through your teeth, sensitive from your first orgasm. She begins teasing your clit with her tongue and you have to thread your fingers into her hair for something to hold on to.

You barely manage to whimper out, “Abs-fuck- I-I’m too sen-senitive.”

She stops for a second and looks up at you. The sight of her kneeling between your legs is nearly enough to have you coming again. “You can take it baby, gonna make you come until you can’t give me that attitude anymore.” And with that she starts lapping at your cunt once again. She sucks your clit into her mouth, her tongue circling your sensitive bud. You let out a surprised whine, your chest heaving from the intense sensation. Abby’s hands grab hold of your hips, bring you closer to her mouth.

You can feel another orgasm building as Abby rubs her thumbs in circles against your skin. You begin uncontrollably writhing against her tongue, but Abby quickly uses her grip on your hips to pin you firmly against the lockers forcing you to remain still. The action caused your pleasure to bubble over. “Abby-”, you whine out “-ffuck-fuck.”

She keeps assaulting your clit through your orgasm, not slowing down. As you begin to come down, you become sensitive again and try to wriggle away from her. She pins your hips against the lockers and looks up at you with a stern look in her eyes. She wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t even hold yourself up.

She shoves two fingers inside of you causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion. Her digits slid in easily, your arousal now dripping down your thighs. She curls her fingers forward causing you to have to bite your lip to keep from screaming.

“Don’t you fucking dare bite your lip I want everyone to be able to hear you screaming for me sweetheart.” You clench around her thick fingers at her words and Abby takes that as a sign to keep talking. “You’re taking me so well princess. Think I can add another finger?” You nod eagerly at her in response. “Use your words baby.”

“Y-yes pl-please yes.” With your pathetic reply she adds another finger, filling you to the brim. She fucks you at a steady pace occasionally looking up at you to watch your face scrunch up in pleasure. She begins sucking hard on your clit causing you to let out a pornographic moan. She speeds up her fingers, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. Little moans and whimpers were escaping your lips every time her fingers hit that spongy spot. Your walls began clenching around Abby’s fingers and she knew you were close. Your orgasm hit you quickly and caught you by surprise, your whole body feeling the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt. You’re not even sure what noises you were making or what you were saying, the pleasure was so blinding all you could do was buck your hips into Abby’s mouth. You were being held up exclusively by Abby’s grip on your hips. She stands up and quickly scoops you up bridal style to sit you down on the bench. She helps you get dressed and you could barely protest, she reduced you to jello. Abby stands up and offers her hand to help you up. You oblige and as you stand up she says “Need you to teach me your tennis skills sometime.” Weirdly she’s smiling.

You can’t help but smirk, “Yeah? Well it’s gonna cost you and I don’t take sexual favors as payment.”

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