#no fear no more remix | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mysticheathenn · 1 month

Text

Intuitive Messages and Oracle Cards Reading

Hi, Hexlings!

This pick-a-card reading is all about messages that oracle cards have for you and what intuitive messages come through for you without tarot cards.

This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help.

Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.

MasterList

Patreon Link

Ko-Fi Donations

Pile l:

Song: Wishes by Diplo ft Trippie Redd (Intuitive Play) Tea Tree Oracle Cards: Family Wishes Come True, A Marriage will take place either romantic or business, Short Journey, PArting ways in either romance or business, Recognition reward for merit, Announcement, Keep your life in Balance.

Messages: Everything is a Reflection Hold Up the Energetic Mirror & Trust Your Faith. Dive into the Unfolding Journey.

Intuitive Messages: There are several Messages, take what resonates and leave what does not. What are you placing on hold pile l. What has been calling for your soul to do that you have yet to take action whether due to procrastination or out of fear. Why aren't you doing it? Look inside yourself and ask where does this fear come from and why am I allowing it to dictate the life that I am living when I know I deserve more. Are you so comfortable with living a life you hate that going after your dreams is more uncomfortable than living without the things you want and deserve? Ask yourself these questions and trust things will work out. Others of you why are you all work and no play? Why are you afraid to take a break as if you get off the grinding train you will fall immediately down to the bottom? Why do you believe this is true for you? Go outside and play, pick up a video game, or read a book for several hours, what is yours will never bypass you, trust. You will get to where you want to be in no time. But you can't reach that goal if you aren't taking care of yourself and running off on E. Lastly, What trauma have you been avoiding that you need to be healing? You are tired of people with the same personality just different meat suit coming into your life but you are not healing the wounds that are causing these people to trigger you. Heal, baby. You deserve to live a life without always feeling triggered or even better a life filled with people who want to give you genuine love and for you to trust they want to only love you without anything in return. So now I ask you what do you need to get rid of in order to invite this new energy of love in and are you willing to do it?

Pile ll:

Song: Christmas Kids by ROAR (Remix: Slō, Twilight, Tizzy-Spotify Shuffle)

Tea Tree Oracle Cards: Temporary Situation, New Creative Ideas New Ventures A Fresh Start, Pleasure from a close friend, Someone will try to make you do something against your will, climbing towards success, Happiness, A goal-oriented person, opportunity or windfall.

Messages: Express yourself creatively. Start something new. & You are the image maker. What you focus on manifests.

Intuitive Messages: Several messages like Pile l take what resonates and leave what does not. Some of you are in a situation that isn't healthy, safe, or possible while not toxic is draining you mentally, emotionally, and maybe even physically. You may or may not believe in the law of attraction but if you are spiritual and believe in such things ask yourself how can I change this situation? How can I manifest a better ending for myself? Pray to your spirit team if you are unsure they want to help you but you need to be willing and open to help. See the light at the end of the tunnel as your oracle cad says this situation is temporary but you need to buckle your shoe straps and be prepared to be optimistic see the light and go full speed running towards it instead of letting the darkness take over your life. You are a ray of sunshine and whatever situation you may be in sees that and wants to keep you hidden just like your chosen song from Spotify about a couple who are in a toxic chaotic relationship. Others of you go for a walk. When I say walk I mean don't have anything on your mind just be present during your walk. Look at the trees notice the small things around you that you may not have noticed before and let whatever ideas and downloads come to you, come to you, and act on those ideas. There is something that is meant to find you that is an idea that will bring you a rainfall of abundance and change your life around for the better but you must act and be open to receiving this idea and not judge yourself. Release imposter syndrome. Remember that if you weren't capable of doing the idea or whatever this is you wouldn't have received the opportunity. Lastly, why are you listening to sheep who follow other sheep and not from if not yourself from those who lead their own path and walk their talk. "I'll be damned if I listen to facts up out the mouth of a man with an unwashed ass" is what I am hearing." You are not meant to be a follower but a leader. Stop following or listening to people who lead their own lives off of cliffs with no parachutes or care as to how and if they will land.

Pile lll:

Song: Gone or Staying by Sleep Theory (Spotify Shuffle)

Tea Tree Oracle Messages: You will receive a gift, Reconciliation, Beware of great pride, Hard work ahead, Unsuccessful outcome to a problem, Increase your efforts if you want to achieve your goals, Spiritual guidance and protection from harm, Happiness, An emotionally secure loving family is important to you, & unsuccessful plans.

Message: Your Purpose is personal expansion.

Intuitive Messages: This is my love pile that again has several messages so take what resonates and leave what does not. Some of you are single but go back and forth between wanting a relationship and "I'm an independent person and I don't need no person" and I want to laugh a bit because I am also in that stage but deep down I know I want that can't eat can't sleep kind of love. The reassuring love, the love where I know I don't have to worry about my partner even entertaining other people, and better my love being reciprocated x10 and until then anybody can stay away. I get it but sometimes you have to be honest with yourself and do the work to invite this kind of energy in. It can be scary but it's definitely worth it. The number of times I have seen a person glowing not just physically but in their personal life as well is just unreal sometimes to me that I know it's truly worth it. Now for others who are in the talking stages or even in a relationship, it's okay to let your partner help you. It's okay to lean on others and when I mean it's okay I mean people you truly can trust. If you aren't sure about that then you may not have anyone in your life that you trust but if you do there are signs such as do they throw information or things they do for you back in your face, when you call them are they there, if you had to give any of your friends keys could you trust them to not use it for personal gains if the answer is no to all of them find a better community but if you answered yes to these trust that you are in good hands. Stop being Hercules all the time and give people at least some form of entry into your life instead of always hovering over them waiting for them to fuck up and going see I knew it, out the door. Stop..stop it. People can't show you they mean well if you don't allow them to show up. Lastly for those who are in a relationship, someone is coming back into your life but I need you to ask yourself the important questions before you allow them back in again. Are they coming back into your life to see if you are still stupid for allowing them back in or is this a relationship that is healthy overall but has their issues and that person has worked on themselves to help better the relationship? If you don't know this answer ask yourself did this person make you feel loved not have good memories that were occasional but did you feel loved, did they shower you with compliments, gifts, their time, and reciprocate the energy you gave them...if the answer is no please continue staying single. They are coming back to see if you are still stupid enough to let them in again. Release your codependency from this person and find someone who values you, your efforts, and your time. For others of you while things will go great this time around it isn't without hard work from both ends.

Pile lV:

Song: Moscow Mule by Bad Bunny (Spotify Shuffle) / The Kings Affirmation by Iniko (Intuitive Play)

Tee Tree Oracle Messages: May, September, Family wishes come true, Major challenges to overcome, Advice from a friend, Work achievement success, wish will not be granted, celebration fun enjoyment, take care or there will be a loss of material wealth, someone is working against you behind your back, you should accept valid criticism, a goal-oriented person, dealings with or relationship with a woman, Things will not always be this way a change is coming, Someone will try and make you do something against your will.

Message: Eliminate Distractions. Stop shining a light on things you are not. & Don't run from the darkness. Embrace your shadow side.

Intuitive Messages: l Why are you self-sabotaging? Why do you not want to accept great things can happen to you in this lifetime? What is causing you to be afraid that you are willing to throw away everything you are working on or have worked on to settle for less than? Are you okay with mediocrity if so stop what you are doing and continue down the path of self-sabotage? You are meant for greatness, allow it to happen for you? Stop allowing distractions to stray you from the path. It's okay to have enjoyment but if that enjoyment is causing you to have thoughts that are not your own or even cause you to waste time putting off things that you are supposed to be doing remember that instant gratification is great until you realize 10 years from now you are still getting fake dopamine off of instant gratification of scrolling or seeking things that are quick get rich schemes that never work. Be mindful of what you give your mind to. Be careful of the things you watch on television, the music you listen to, and even the people you follow. These are all things that you somehow correlate with. If they are not somehow speaking positive energy into your life or at least giving you joy or motivation release it. This goes for people as well in your life. Others of you are running away from your problems. As soon as you feel that things are getting tough you stop and then talk yourself into negative talk about how that wasn't meant for you or whatever it is that you tell yourself when things get too hard. Stop. You are extraordinary. You know this, I know this, your loved ones know this even your potential haters know this. Stop being afraid of the person you can become and are. Embrace the hard things. Embrace everything that feels uncomfortable. How are you going to grow as a person if you keep running away from things that are meant to help elevate you as a person? You may be the type of person who watches YouTube videos where the person gets up at 5am, the gym, journals, etc etc and you keep going through the cycle of restarting your life and quitting when you miss a day or two and then go well there is always next year...why next year pile lV, why not now. Now is the time. Not 2025. not 2026, but now. If you are wanting to lose weight or whatever it is imagine it being September you could have already lost 30lbs by then instead of finally getting the nerve to do it in September. Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock says it best "You have two options either day on or one day." "Everything you want to do is going to be hard you just have to choose your hard. Staying in your situation that is hard or achieving what you want that is going to be hard. Choose your hard" You can't sit in a victim mentality when you are your own villain.

Thank you for liking and reblogging my readings. I always appreciate you guys on here and on Patreon.

Stay Safe and Be Blessed

#spirituality #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #witchblr #pick a card #tarot cards #pac tarot #pick a pile #pac reading #pick a picture #pick an image #pick a photo

126 notes · View notes

treysimp · 2 years

Text

I don't know how else to say this, do you want to make out on my couch? (Explicit Remix)

BOTH AFAB! and AMAB!Reader/Rook Hunt

First section has no pronouns or body description for reader, second sections still have no pronouns but do describe readers secondary sexual characteristics (breasts of unspecified size and a vagina for AFAB, and pecs and a penis for AMAB).

Trying a different format! We are doing a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure style fic with a smutty GN!Reader beginning that splits into AFAB and AMAB paths after the first section.

Let me know if you like this or the fully different pieces better!

The beginning of the fic is included immediately below if you want to read the whole thing, or skip to the second picture of (Groovy!) Rook to jump right to the steam. Tags: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (giving and receiving), slight snowballing, enthusiastic consent, praise-kink adjacent descriptions, incredibly bad French, porn with feelings, self-indulgent thirst from yours truly, ask to tag for more.

Want more TWST? Here's my Masterlist!

Thank you lovely readers, enjoy!

“Oh? Mon trésor, do repeat that request?”

You suddenly realized that you shouldn’t have turned your back to Rook when you felt one hand snake across your waist and the other brush behind your arm to grasp your chin. Startled but also more than a little excited at the close contact, you very much could hear each beat of your heart in your eardrums.

Hot breath fanned over your ear as you felt the skim of perfect teeth against your sensitive skin. Shivering excitedly, you stood perfectly still. Feeling as if you moved even slightly, took the smallest breath, or uttered the shortest syllable, the spell would be broken and he would disappear just as fast as he came into your life.

“You know, if you wanted to be caught by me, all you had to do was ask,” he murmured, each word tickling the baby hairs behind your ear.

The heat that crept up your neck was made of more than just embarrassment as you suddenly wondered if you did fall into a trap by asking this beautiful man inside of your house. The hand on your chin slowly turned your head to the side, and your eyes met with a sparkling crescent emerald green.

Feeling very much like every breath he took against your skin took away yours in turn, you closed your eyes for a moment. Feeling the thrill of him being so close and success being so close you could almost taste it. Building up your courage, you square your shoulders as you try to speak again.

“Is that a yes, Rook?” You ask. Your voice shook slightly more than you would have liked, but it certainly wasn’t from fear.

“Ah, ma belle amie, I think you already know the answer.” He said, a soft kiss descending to the cheek you had tilted nearest to him.

The beats of your heart go into overdrive at the simple and relatively innocent act of affection, and this forceful kickstart to your brain finally enticed you to turn your head to him.

Your eyes meet with one of the smuggest expressions you have ever seen in your life. You wanted to wipe it off of him.

“I suppose you’re right.” You say, taking the opportunity to surprise him for once by planting a passionate kiss onto the lips of the stupid, dumb, frustrating, incredibly hot, hunter.

With a soft hum, he reciprocates your kiss. A single strand falls loose from his ponytail and brushes past your cheek in a ticklish wave. The kisses are slow, soft, and so very tender. The romance that everyone wishes for when they dream of kissing the object of their affection for the first time.

Separating with a sigh, Rook’s cheeks are alight with a scarlet splash. “Oh! Mon amour! You do truly know how to stir the fondest fantasies of my heart.” He said, squeezing you ever closer. The embrace made you wonder if mice were this happy with the cheese they found before the trap clapped shut.

“… Rook.”

“Yes, my darling?”

“Can we go inside?”

Without a hint of embarrassment at being asked to let go, Rook loosens his arms to allow you to open the door you had been holding onto for the past couple of minutes.

Without skipping a beat, Rook places his hand at the small of your waist and ushers you inside, closing the door softly behind you both. You are escorted forward through the living room until you sit on the couch. However, rather than sit beside you, Rook kneels on the ground.

“Ma lune, mes étoiles-!” He begins, holding your hands in between one of his, the other elegantly removing his baseball cap with a flourish and holding it to his chest.

“Do you dare grant my fondest wish?”

You breathed in deeply, preparing yourself for what he may have cooked up in his french-speaking, romance-novel-infested brain.

“And what would that be, Rook?”

“For me to make a mess of you, my dear.”

You inhaled sharply, looking for any hint of a lie or facade in his glimmering emerald eyes.

Maybe you were just naive, but no matter how hard you searched each curve of his elegant face, you could never find anything that ever so much as hinted at deceit.

Well, you were down too bad to stop at this point anyway.

“I’m not convinced you’ve ever made a mess in your life, Rook.”

“Ohoho, well then ma cherie! Allow me the pleasure of surprising you.” throwing his hat into the air with an unnecessarily complex hand motion, Rook rises from his knees and uses his arms to box you in.

As he descends onto you with the promise of more, you can’t feel even a trace of regret at letting this hunter into your den. For better, or for worse.

Looking up at Rook from inside his embrace felt like a dream come true. His smile was infectious, bright eyes searing a hole into your mind with their intensity. His kisses were fleeting, always forcing you to follow him as he pulled away over and over, like a fleeting memory you couldn’t quite catch.

Each peck was punctuated with a soft chuckle, a compliment, a hair grab here, a caress across your shoulders there, he knew exactly how to leave you wanting more without ever making it seem like he wasn’t giving you enough in turn.

Your clothes left your body slowly and meticulously, it felt almost like he timed each button coming undone to certain breaths, each inch of skin exposed to the cold air being freed by the careful ritual of his perfected touches and pulls. You realized once all of your garments had made a perfect pile on the floor that the only thing that had been done to ruffle Rook’s perfect appearance was that the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. That wouldn’t do.

“Rook,” You admonished, holding him back from another flurry of kisses by the shoulders. “I expect you to start taking your clothes off too, you know.”

Rook swallowed audibly and for the first time in a while, he looked pleasantly surprised. His eyes crinkled at the edges as he nodded, getting to work on unbuttoning, unzipping, and rolling fabric off of his body.

And… Oh damn. He was way more built than you expected.

You could have guessed as much from the prominent veins on his forearms that you could sneak a peek at when he rolled up his sleeves during gym, but this was on a whole other level. Slim yet sleek muscles with every dip and curve defined, you thought of the professional runners of your world. Rook hid his form very well under all of his layers, but seeing the rippling definition that went from the top of his shoulders to his back, and oh my God, is that a v-line? Do people even have those in real life?

Your mouth was dry. Clearly beauty for Pomefiore was more than just the soft boyish beauties that defined most of the dorm populace.

Rook’s eyebrow rose as he watched the way that you hungrily examined his body. The power of his smile could light a whole city, you thought.

“Tu as perdu ta langue, mon couer?” He asked playfully, slipping his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer briefs to give you a single tantalizing inch more of his form. Oh my god, please, please take those off.

You wished you had elected to take more French classes when you had the chance. Something about a tongue? Well, you could work with that, you guessed.

Tracing your fingers from his waist to meet where his fingers had been pulling at the soft fabric of his final piece of clothing, you held his hands in yours as you eased down the garment to finally get an entire look at him.

Apparently, that thin underwear had been stronger than it looked. He sprung to attention right in front of your eyes and you couldn’t hold back your quiet squeak of surprise.

Okay, you understood where his weird amount of confidence came from.

He was big. The veins on his cock were pronounced, making you again think of how gorgeous those forearms were going to look strained and clenching with pleasure once you were finally able to have your way with him. His tip was a beautiful rose flush, the same color that his kiss-enflamed lips were. Said lips were being bitten rather harshly at this moment, the soft blush enveloping Rook’s face only serving to make his eyes look all the greener and emphasize just how poreless and smooth his skin was from head to toe.

More of his hair had fallen sloppily out of his ponytail, some strands lightly curling in a way that made you wonder if his hair was naturally that straight. You were incredibly jealous of how thick his it was and his lovely honey-blonde color, that was for sure. Seeing that the windows matched the drapes in his case, soft curls of flax surrounding the base of his generous cock, you were pretty confident that he didn’t dye it.

While examining the beauty of his body, you were stricken by how much genuine emotion Rook had on his face at this moment. You were so used to his perfectly calculated smile, that you were unsure how many other expressions he had.

Chest heaving ever so slightly, nails digging into his palms as he carefully watched every slight movement of your eyes scanning his body, you felt like his moment had turned him on far more than any previous.

Getting back to the fact that the one word you understood in his gratuitous French speech was ‘mouth’, you decided it was time to get to work.

Gently covering his velvet skin with your slightly chilly hands, Rook lightly hissed an inhale as he screwed his eyes shut from your first hesitant touches.

“Is this okay?” You asked, worried that said sound was from pain.

“Yes… yes, please keep going.” He murmured, breath labored as you slowly increased the strength of your grip and the speed of your pumps.

Swallowing audibly, you slowly leaned closer to him, gently rubbing his length against your cheek, nuzzling him softly as you began giving him fleeing kisses from base to tip.

He was all out groaning at this point, even though you hadn’t felt like you had done much. You moved your palm to the head of his cock and began grasping his head in swirling circles while your mouth moved up and down to softly drag your tongue against his sides.

Rook’s palm was slapped over his gaping mouth, spilling out a garble of compliments, your name, and French that you did not understand one bit. At some point, you thought you heard ‘mon chou’, which you vaguely remembered as translating to ‘my cabbage’? Filing that thought away for later, maybe it was context-dependent.

Rook had slowly begun bucking his hips into your grasp, which you took as your cue to intensify your motions. You moved your hand to the base of his cock, trailing your tongue from the underside of his twitching balls to envelop his head in your mouth. You began moving your head to a slow bobbing rhythm, pulling your mouth off with a pop every so often like you were enjoying a particularly good sucker. The wet noises of your movement would have been embarrassing if Rook hadn’t moved his hand to the back of your head to gently pull at your scalp at that very moment. Fuck.

You tried different paces, strokes, bobbing without disconnecting from him, mouthing at him from the sides, below, it seemed to be working as his breath was becoming more labored, his eyes screwed shut and he couldn’t even will himself to speak any longer.

It looked like he was close, and as much as you were enjoying this, your neck and your hands had begun cramping just a little (not to mention the guaranteed bruising on your knees from kneeling on your crappy hardwood floor).

You sped up and intensified everything you had been doing, gripping harder with your hands, sucking more aggressively with your mouth, moving faster to a sloppy arhythmic beat. You were both shaking, and Rook began desperately pushing himself into your face in earnest, face screwed up in unabashed pleasure.

Quickly separating himself from you at the last possible second, you felt a warm splatter on your face as you opened your eyes to see the end of Rook’s impressive climax. Wrinkling your nose slightly, you wished that he had asked before electing to cum on your face, but you really couldn’t deny how fucking hot that all was.

Gasping, shaking, Rook holds his slowly drooping cock in hand, gaze fixated on the strands of his release on your face.

Slowly kneeling to your level, Rook places a hand to cup your cheek as the other rubs a single drop of his cum off of your skin with a swipe of his thumb. He carefully laved the digit with his tongue, licking it clean while his eyes smoldered at yours.

Rook drags his tongue down the trails that moisten your face, cleaning every bit of himself off of you. Once he has finished this painstaking process of clearing your face of him, he gives you a passionate open-mouthed kiss, gifting you the taste of him that you had missed from his choice of release. Musky, but surprisingly palatable, you wondered just what in the world he ate to keep his taste so light and unassuming.

Separating from your kiss at a deliberately slow pace, Rook’s eyes bore into you yet again. You feel even more naked than you already were.

“Mon trésor… please allow me to return the favor.”

(END OF Gender Neutral Section):

For AFAB!Reader, go to the second banner, for AMAB!Reader, continue reading below.

(AMAB!Reader, start!)

Your gaze followed Rook’s as he unabashedly stared at your hard cock straining against your boxers, a wet patch of pre-cum creating a small splotch that indicated your overwhelming arousal.

“Please.” You asked, cheeks burning, chest heaving.

After Rook made quite the show of cleaning you up after his climax you weren’t sure how long you were going to last, but you also might pass out from blood loss if you didn’t have his beautiful man touching you as soon as possible.

Rook reaches towards your waist and eases your underwear down, smile slightly intensifying as you lift your hips to allow him to take them off, legs slightly shaking from kneeling so long while you serviced him. Your erection jumped up from its cloth prison much like Rook’s did at the start of this encounter. You felt like you were getting impossibly even harder due to the way his gaze looked upon you so hungrily.

Rook did not take the time to tease that you did, immediately gripping you firmly in his hand and beginning even strokes in earnest, eyes twinkling at the way you crinkled your nose in a combination of surprise and arousal from the sudden action.

“I simply must see what your lovely face looks like when you cum, my dear.” Rook said with a dreamy sigh, “Will you grant me that foolish wish of mine?”

You nod dumbly, entranced with the ways the muscles of his arms flex while he pumps your length. It was impossible to tell just exactly what it was, but you could tell that every time you got yourself off from here on out was going to pale in comparison. You very much didn’t want to blow your load immediately, but Rook was making it difficult.

Taking your length at the base, Rook started dragging his tongue up and around your balls in earnest, softly pumping with his hand as his mouth made effort to explore every visible inch of you.

Your cock was visibly twitching, your legs spasming at each tiny variation of touch that he was giving you. How unfair was this? You felt like he was unraveling you thread by thread, knotting and unknotting the pressure just below your belly.

“R-Rook…” You gasped. God, you wanted to last longer but…

Rook’s smile stretched wide as he took that moment to pull all of you in his mouth, bobbing his head, soft hair bouncing up and down like an angel’s halo.

All of your restraint snapping in one instant, you grabbed Rook by the base of his perfect ponytail and began face-fucking him in earnest, nails digging into his scalp, unabashed moans spilling from your lips.

Rook’s gaze met yours, strained breaths coming from his nose. He looked perfect like this, mouth around you, hair a mess, you wished you could take a picture to keep forever, but this memory would have to do.

With a final strangled moan, you came into his mouth. A hurried and sputtering release coated the inside of his mouth.

Gasping, groaning, you bit your lip as you saw Rook swallow thickly, taking all of your finish with it.

You briefly considered if it was worth trying to get hard again, but the ache in your balls said no dice.

Rook slowly stood to full height, eyes beaming and a smile splitting his face in twain.

“Give me just a moment, mon coeur.” He whispered, stealing his way down the hall and towards your room, returning momentarily with two pairs of your sleepwear, one for you and one for him.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled the shirt over your head and coaxed you into your sweats before putting on his garments with a flourish.

Kissing you on the forehead as you stifled a yawn, Rook braced his arm behind the crook of your knees, pulling you into a bridal carry as you grabbed his neck in surprise.

Taking you to your bedroom, Rook took his time to lay you down, oh so carefully on your well-worn mattress. He smoothed the sweaty hair from your forehead, beaming all the while. Seemingly satisfied with your comfort, Rook climbed in beside you, pulling your head to the crook of his neck as you heard his breathing slow.

“...Hey, Rook?” you mumbled sleepily, pushing your head even further against his skin to smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why did you call me a cabbage earlier?”

(AFAB!Reader, start!)

You come to the sudden realization of just how sticky and constricting your panties were on your frame as Rook idly traces his finger down the hem that sits on the crook of where your hips and legs meet.

“I… would love that.” You reply shakily, eyes glued to the way Rook’s fingers teased along the sensitive skin that was just millimeters from where you wanted him most.

Rook’s smile grew impossibly wider as he moved his hand to hook the edges of your bottoms and slide them off of your hips, slyly tucking them in his back pocket while you were distracted by the way his eyes examined every pore of your now visible skin.

It was embarrassing, of course, being bare to him as he looked at you so intensely. You idly thought of how perfect and blemishless his complexion was and how very much not perfect your skin was in comparison.

Rook didn’t seem to have those same thoughts though, as he was fluttering his touch around the edges of your labia, relishing in the different textures of your body.

“...Tu es superbe… quelle belle femme.” He mumbles, which in this single case you can context clue your way to the fact it was a compliment due to how breathlessly Rook said the phrase.

Rook moved closer to your core with a deep inhale, lashes fluttering and warm breath causing you to lightly writhe at the stimulation.

“Please touch me, Rook.” You shamelessly beg, eyes slightly teary at the intensity you feel from even the barest of touches.

Snapping his eyes to yours, you feel like if his eyes could suddenly turn ablaze they would.

Rook dives into you with fervor, teeth nibbling at your soft lower lips and fingers lightly tracing your hereto-ignored hole. The sensation is overwhelming, so warm, so wet, his tongue expertly seeking out every erogenous zone that it could find.

You had to restrain the instinct to buck your hips into his face, not wanting to lose contact with his body for even the barest second it would take you to twitch under his touch.

The finger that had been tracing your entrance slowly started pushing inside you, and you had to bite your lip to silence the embarrassing moan that threatened to spill out of you. Rook removed his face from you and tutted, shaking his head back and forth vigorously.

“That will not do, ma belle!” he admonishes, “If you do not wish for me to stop you must not temper your voice! Let me hear you!”

Nodding dizzily from the sudden revoking of his sensations, you agreed. Satisfied with your response, Rook returns to his salacious movements with even more fervor, clearly intending to undo you at the soonest opportunity.

“Oh… Rook…” You gasped.

How in the world was he so good at this? To your knowledge, there wasn’t a ‘Pussy 101’ class at Night Raven (though on second thought, maybe there should be).

Rook was desperately pumping you with his fingers, he had added a second digit to stretch you, and shortly after, a third. His eyes were glued to your face, committing every blink and moan to memory. He was going to make you cum if it killed him, a gentleman would do no less.

Desperately massaging your clit, Rook timed his thrusts with captivating twirls of his tongue.

You felt so hot, so overwhelmingly hot, your legs were clenching, your fists balled up on the couch as they scrambled for purchase and found none. You saw sparks begin to pop up behind your closed eyelids and you knew it was only a matter of time.

“Rook… Rook, please!” You almost screamed.

Rook increased in intensity, pumping you faster, sucking harder, his again half-hard dick grinding uselessly into the leg of the couch.

Gasping, shaking, a desperate clench and then the deepest relaxation you had ever felt washed over you.

Still panting, you slowly lowered your legs from the vice-grip that they had subjected Rook’s head to.

Rook himself was beaming, carelessly wiping the taste of you onto his arm before taking a moment to suck the essence off of the fingers that he had buried in you just seconds prior.

“Oh, my love, we simply must make a habit of this.” Rook declared, eyes again sparkling dangerously from between your legs, “but for now, let me clean you up, dearest.”

Heaving your naked form over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, Rook carried you to the bathroom, wiping you clean with a wet washcloth.

He spent his time looking intensely at every drop of water as it caressed itself down your body, tracing his eyes to mentally make a map of where he still had yet to touch himself.

“…Rook?” You whispered, enchanted by the way he gently cleaned your body before gracefully swiping the same cloth over his own.

“Yes?” He replied, face again alight as the sound of your voice.

“Why did you call me a cabbage earlier?”

-----

And here is the conclusion for the most frequently requested character, Rook! Y'all surprised me with your thirst for this one, but I 100% agree with you that this man is a whole-ass meal.

Let me know what you thought, send me prompts, or tell me who I (we) should do next.

(Should I do a poll? Do people even like polls?)

Love you, reader!

Requested Tags: @readinganas, @yandere-kou, @daeda21, @buckketboy, @stygianoir, @kxhyuns, @aikochan4859, @naniky, @kashasenpai, @the-mermaid-of-the-stars @destinationdesignation, @ninjas-are-the-shit, @prince-zukohere,

1K notes · View notes

drunk-on-dk · 2 years

Text

All I Think About | Choi Seungcheol (m)

✦pairing: fwb!Seungcheol x afab reader ✦genre: smut (minors DNI), a lil bit of fluff and angst ig

✦warnings: teasing, a lil bit of jealousy, emotional constipation, grinding on the thigh, fingering, unprotected sex (pls wear protection), edging, calls the reader a slut, a lil degradation then, rough sex woohoo, kissing on the neck, anyways minors pls do not interact with this thank you. ✦wc: ~3.6K AN: Hi all, this is my first smut/fic post on this Tumblr. I haven't been on this platform in a while, so I apologize as I'm still getting used to it and trying to get more interactive. Otherwise, I just wanted to bite the bullet and get my first writing out on here, it probably could use a little bit more proofreading, but I'm pretty happy with it otherwise. I was heavily inspired by that Enhypen Foreshadow and Taylor Swift Style remix (IYKYK), and played a good bit off of Style for fun. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy (;

Seungcheol pulled up to your place tonight with no headlights, sending you a text that he arrived and that he was waiting outside in his car. You snuck down the staircase, praying your roommates wouldn’t hear you as you trekked quietly to the front door.

They’d absolutely kill you if they knew you were meeting up with him after you had just spent the last week spiraling over a recent post you saw of him. He was out and about in a club with a group of girls in the class below you. All night, his group of friends and him had been posting belligerent stories of them dancing and drinking with the girls. In the background of one story specifically, he had his arm wrapped around a pretty girl, a gummy smile adorning his face as she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. This had sent you into a week-long spiral, locking yourself in your room only to leave for lectures as necessary and the occasional meal.

However, you had no right to be jealous, and you knew damn well that you didn’t. Seungcheol and you had been best friends for years now, recently becoming friends with benefits the past couple of months after a night of drunken neediness and passion. Both of you had decided to continue the shenanigans since it felt good to let off the steam together, and it just felt so right. Your frequent hangouts becoming much more than the study sessions and casual movie nights. You found yourself becoming addicted to his touch, his scent, his lips; you could go on and on about how he drove you wild in such a different way than before.

You knew you were headed towards rock bottom one night. Your heart fluttered a little faster than normal when he looked softly into your eyes, kissing you with passion as always, hands roaming, and whispering sweet nothings. You thought maybe he felt it too, maybe you should express how you felt, that this was becoming much more than friends with benefits to you. But you were too emotionally constipated to ever say anything and feared the worst. You pushed him away that night, cutting things off abruptly, and escorting him out of your house.

Resultingly, you hadn’t spoken for a month up until now due to how things had ended. It had been a while since either of you had heard from each other, giving you both the space that you needed. However, tonight he had texted you out of the blue, asking what you were doing and if he could come pick you up. You almost jumped out of your bed in giddiness, only for it to die down realizing exactly what he was seeking. Of course, you obliged still, agreeing to meet with him but only on the terms that it had to be on the down low. He knew that your roommates weren’t the biggest fan of him, as they had been his friends too, always encouraging him to speak to you about how he truly felt. He knew he had disappointed them the day after you had kicked him out, your closest roommate eyeing him down as she crossed paths with him on campus.

You shook your head staring at the brief text chain between you and Seungcheol, ashamed of what you two have become. You never thought you’d lose a friend like this, nor that you would ever agree to a midnight booty call in advance. Of course, you were still excited to be reunited with Seungcheol, excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again. You couldn’t deny that you yearned for his touch, but even more so yearned to hear his laugh again or to be the one to make him smile. You had to hold yourself back from skipping towards the passenger side of his car, trying to remain as indifferent as possible as you opened the door only to see his annoyingly handsome face again.

Seungcheol pulled out of your driveway, turning on his headlights as he drove out of the neighborhood. The air in the car was thick with tension, quiet music playing in the background as you both avoided being the first person to initiate conversation. You kept your attention ahead of you, only focusing on the cars passing by and noting the similar landmarks that you usually passed along the way to Seungcheol’s place. In comparison, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off you, you felt his gaze shifting towards you every so often, which made you suppress your blush just in case he could see it. If you weren’t being so stubborn, you would have giggled and scolded him to keep his eyes on the road. However, you couldn’t acknowledge the way you felt his eyes burning into you tonight, too scared to spark the conversation first.

Upon arriving at Seungcheol’s place, he quickly turned off the engine and jogged around to open the passenger door for you. You gave him a shy smile to say thank you. His hand gently brushed your lower back as he guided you towards the front door in silence, sending shivers down your spine feeling electrified by his touch. He only took his hand off your back to shuffle in front of you to unlock his front door.

You took advantage of his back facing you, allowing yourself to analyze his figure for the first time tonight. You so badly wanted to run your hands over his broad shoulders or through his thick black hair. It had been slicked back after he kept running a nervous hand through it during the drive, which was something you noticed in addition to his burning eyes. His bright, thick lips were in a pout as he scrambled with his keys.

Seungcheol finally unlocks his front door, holding it open for you and beckoning you to enter before him. The entryway was pitch black; the only light being provided by the moonlight shining through the windows. You both shuffled around in silence, removing your coats and shoes, his hand once again brushing you gently as he reaches for you.

This is when you lost it, shying away from him as your voice betrayed you, letting out what sounded like a whimper, “Don’t you have some other girl to fuck around with now, Seungcheol?”

You can hear him scoff, his hands now grabbing both your arms and slowly leading you back against the wall. “Why do you think that, Y/N?” He’s got you right where he wants you, the soft lighting from the moon illuminating your face so that he can see his effect on you. The light bounces off the wall behind you, allowing you to better see his features as he stares incredulously back at you.

“I s-saw it on Jeonghan’s story, you’ve been hanging out with all those girls lately,” you stutter out and it looks like a lightbulb goes off in his head. You refrain from banging your head back into the wall, feeling incredibly exposed and silly for ever saying anything to your friend. “J-Just thought… thought that maybe you were talking to one of them.”

He lets out a soft laugh, one of the hands that had caged you against the wall wanders up to your cheek to cup it. You try not to lean into his touch, but you can’t help it. His rough thumb caresses your skin so softly that the gentle touch sends heat right down to your core.

“Well, that may be true,” he sighs, and you feel your heart sink a bit. You begin to realize that this is a mistake, squirming to push him away once again. Instead, he shocks you by dipping down to your neck, scattering hot kisses from your ear to your jaw. Hot breath once again tickles your ear, his hands roaming all over your body as you try not to buck your hips into him. “They don’t drive me crazy like you do, I can’t get you out of my mind, Y/N.”

You let out another whimper at his statement, allowing him to continue caressing your body and finally giving in to him. You can feel his smirk pressing into your neck. It’s almost as if he’s trying to feel your pulse through the way he presses his lips against you, relishing in how your heartbeat quickens at his confession as he starts to pepper more kisses along your sensitive spots. You can’t hold back anymore, hands desperately gripping at his shirt as he begins to nip and suck on your neck with new fervor.

Breathing out heavily, you confess, “fuck, Seungcheol, I can’t get you out of my mind either. I missed this, I missed you,” you moan as his teeth graze your jaw, “I missed us.” A confession you hadn’t meant to make, but so be it.

“Same here, baby,” Seungcheol almost growled, this time attaching your lips to his in a heated kiss. You both kissed like you had been starving for one another, his mouth capturing your soft moans and whines with his as you battled for dominance. Your hands made your way to his hair, pulling at the strands as he lets out a groan that has your knees going weak.

Seungcheol notices this, slotting a thigh between your legs as you become needier for his touch. He has you fully pressed up against the wall now, his tongue battling with yours as he lets out soft curses between hot kisses. Your heated core is now pressed up against his thigh, his hands running down your waist to latch onto your hips to help guide you as you grind against him. You moan in relief, his thigh feels so good against your center that you’re almost certain you’ll come undone right then and there.

Your movements get more and more desperate, making Seungcheol’s grasp on your hips a lot firmer than before to forcefully stop your motions. “Why’d you do that, Cheol,” you almost cry out as the high that you’d been chasing slowly ebbed away from your core.

“You don’t get to cum unless I say so,” he spits out as he forcefully grasps your face in one hand. The other hand traveled down to press against your folds through the thin layer of underwear beneath your skirt. The pressure of his hand sent a shock wave of pleasure through you even though you had just been denied an orgasm. “You know what, actually, you don’t get to cum unless you're cumming around my cock.”

Seungcheol lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom. Unceremoniously, he throws you down onto the bed and begins pulling all garments off your body. He litters kisses all over your exposed skin, wasting no time whatsoever as he yanks your bra off and immediately attaches his lips to your nipple. You attempt to fumble with his belt as he pushes you down onto his bed, and he pulls away from you to only pull his shirt off his body. Taking this time as he hovers above you on his knees, he tsks staring down at you in awe, and runs two fingers across your folds, “so beautiful for me, baby. Always so needy for me, look how fucking wet you are just from grinding against my thigh.”

You let out a moan as he sinks both fingers into your seeping core, covering your mouth to absorb your screams into his own. He’s not taking it easy on you as he begins fucking his fingers into you slowly, teasingly, and eventually increases to a brutal pace. He rips your hand away from your mouth, holding it above your head as he continues fingering you, his fingers curling into you and hitting the exact spot that he knows makes you crumble. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you cry out for me.”

You’re breathing heavily as he continues his ministrations, his thumb coming up to rub your clit which earns a scream in between your bated breaths. He feels your walls tightening around his fingers, and he knows your body too well. He can tell by the way your legs threaten to snap shut, using his shoulder to keep them open as he pushes you as close as he can towards the edge. You can feel the pleasure building up again, the pit of arousal in your stomach feeling as if it’s ready to explode as your hips chase the high caused by his fingers.

To your dismay, he pulls out from between your folds, and you’re quick to start begging, “Cheol, pl-please, you were making me feel so good.” He’s quick to shut you up, shoving his fingers right into your mouth.

“Remember what I said, pretty girl?” He hums, keeping his fingers in your mouth as you suck pathetically on them, you nod knowing the exact instructions he gave you earlier. “I said you only get to cum around my cock.”

He pulls his fingers away, messily leaving traces of wetness around your lips, and he can’t help but pull you back in for another heated kiss. He tastes yourself on your lips, and it drives him crazy, grinding his hips right into yours. He finally gives in as you successfully unbuckle his belt this time, helping him shuffle out of his jeans and boxers whilst never letting his lips leave yours. Once his pants are finally off, you reach for his cock, and it already feels hot and heavy in your hand. His size still excited you to this day, his length feeling so big in your tiny hand as you begin to jerk him off using the bit of precum from his tip.

Breathlessly, Seungcheol breaks away from the kiss, lips wandering down your neck to your chest and back to your nipples. He’s groaning against your chest as he sucks on one mound, the other hand coming up to play with the other.

“So big, Cheol, can’t wait for you to fill me up,” you cry out as he sucks extra hard at your nipple, pinching the other one harshly. “It’s all I think about, is you filling me up so good.” Your hand continues to work at his hard length, but he doesn’t allow you to do so for much longer, muttering something about how he won’t last long if you continue touching him like that.

He pulls away to line up with you, his tip teasing your entrance as he looks at you with the softest eyes of the night, “still clean for you, baby, wouldn’t ever think of fucking anyone else but you. Am I crossing a line saying that? All I can think about is fucking you.”

Moaning out, you wrap your legs around him encouraging him, “please, please just do it already.” He slides into you, your warm walls immediately taking him in as if he was made specifically for you. He groans at how tight you feel around him, swearing that he’ll never get sick of how you clench around him every time. You’re both a moaning mess, your nails digging crescent moons into his back as he fills you up completely.

He starts thrusting into you, your legs tightening around him to keep him from teasing you as he pulls his length slowly in and out of you. “So warm and tight, baby. I won’t go anywhere, don’t worry.” His body is now pressed down against yours, your legs pulling him as close as you can as he grinds into you, and his arms next to your head are the only thing holding his full weight from you.

Your legs are already shaking by the time he begins to pick up his pace, the friction of his movement against your clit sending you into madness as he thrusts in and out of you. His lips work at your neck, leaving love bites all along the skin as he whispers curses and dirty words into them.

“Please, fuck me harder,” you begin to cry out, the intense pleasure building up in your core for the final time tonight as your hips start to chase his to pick up the speed, “I can’t take it anymore, Cheol, please just fuck me harder, I need it.”

He’s encouraged by your begging, grabbing your legs and pulling them over his shoulders to get a better angle on you. He doesn’t wait, immediately fucking you harder and faster than before. “Does my little Y/N like that?” He antagonizes between heavy breaths, his pace not faltering as he brings a thumb to your clit. “Who would have thought my best friend was so dirty, such a fucking slut for me, baby.”

“I’m your slut, Cheol, all yours.” You cry out as he keeps up his pace, his cock pounding into you relentlessly as his thumb works at your most sensitive spot. You’re moaning out, tears almost falling from your eyes at the brutal way his hips slam into yours, the pleasure only getting more intense with each thrust.

He knows you’re ready to cum, feeling the way your walls get impossibly tighter around him and at the way your legs begin to shake on his shoulders. You’re crying out at each thrust, only egging him on as he’s starting to reach his end himself.

“Please, let me cum,” you’re screaming, reaching out for his hand that’s working at your clit, the pleasure almost feeling too intense as you try to refrain from cumming without his permission.

Seungcheol continues fucking into you as you beg, keeping the relentless pace until he no longer can hold back himself. “Cum with me, baby,” he’s groaning, as he snaps his hips into yours in such a pleasurable way, you’re immediately milking his cock for all it’s worth. His release follows yours, painting your walls with the white, hot liquid. Yours spasming around him, and he can’t help but give you a few extra leisurely thrusts to work you through your entire orgasm, even if it overstimulates him.

Pulling out of you, he watches as his cum drips from between your folds. It’s a beautiful sight, but not as beautiful as the smile you give him when he finally makes eye contact with you. He curses himself for ever letting you two get this way, curses himself for not fighting you the day you pushed him out of your house, and curses himself for never saying how he truly felt.

Before Seungcheol can utter a word, you’re popping up from the bed and sauntering over to the bathroom to clean up. He takes this time to clean himself up and compose his thoughts. This wasn’t just a booty call for him, he truly did want to reconcile your friendship, or propose even more than that. You truly were all he thought about.

Little does he know, you’re in the bathroom in the same predicament. This night only makes you realize you can’t go much longer without Seungcheol back in your life, even if that means that tonight was the last time you two would ever hook up. You needed to tell him that he can’t play with your heart anymore, that you should either go back to just being friends or figure out what your relationship is.

When you walk out of the bathroom back into his room, you’re both ready to speak your minds as Seungcheol and you begin your sentences.

He lets out a laugh, “go ahead, you first, Y/N.”

You shake your head, signaling that he should go first, “no, no, I’d like to hear what you have to say.” He smiles as you make your way over to him on the bed. He’s laying back on the headboard, his hair messy as he follows your figure with endearing eyes. He’s so cuddly yet fucked out at the same time, that you can’t believe he can look so cute and hot all at once. The temptation to curl up next to him is extremely dangerous, so you keep your distance as you sit down next to him on the bed.

Sighing, Seungcheol finally begins to spill out how hard the past month had been without you in his everyday routine. He rambles on and on as you listen to your best friend turned lover confess his feelings about you. “I truly do think of you, every second of every day, Y/N. I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t know why it took so long for me to realize it. I can’t believe the fact that you kicked me out of your place that one night actually sent me into a downward spiral. I’m sick of us not talking, not going to each other for comfort, and not being friends anymore. However, I’ve realized you are so much more to me than just a friend, and especially more than a friend with benefits. Please, just let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable by confessing all this, I just am going crazy thinking about you all the time-“

You cut him off, rushing across the bed to press your lips to his in a hard kiss. He looks up at you with shock as you pull away, beginning to mutter out another word but you hush him. “Shut up, Cheol. I feel the same way, can’t ever stop thinking about you. I only kicked you out that day since I was so freaked out by my feelings. Clearly, I feel the same way since I almost lost it when seeing you with that girl on Jeonghan’s story last week.”

You both let out a laugh as he pulls you in for another kiss, pulling you into his arms and never letting you go for the night. “Stay with me tonight, Y/N. Stay with me for as long as you'd like.”

“Of course,” you smile up at him, and for the first time, you’re not frightened by the soft look in his eyes. “As long as you take me out on a real date tomorrow.”

There’s the gummy smile that you yearned to see, Seungcheol smiles down at you and promises you all the dates and more for as long as he can. “Believe me, it’s all I can think about, baby.”

#svthub #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #fwb au #choi seungcheol smut

1K notes · View notes

cybertron-after-dark · 2 months

Note

Taking inspo from your post

Could you write about the mind control machine swapping the minds of these Decepticons and Autobots:

Shockwave

Knockout

Bulkhead

Dreadwing

Ratchet

Ultra Magnus

Wheeljack

Soundwave

Optimus

Predaking

Use a random picker or a wheel to choose who gets mind swapped with who

If you wanna take it further, then add the reactions of the unaffected members on the situation and their behaviour around the affected mecha

good luck and have fun

Ratchet < - > Shockwave

Bulkhead < - > Knockout

Soundwave < - > Optimus

Dreadwing < - > Predaking

Wheeljack < - > Ultra Magnus

Dear Primus the wheel understands COMEDY

Ratchet

His depth perception is GONE and he is NOT happy. He's even LESS happy that he can't CONVEY how distinctly not happy he is nonverbally because he can't even make facial expressions anymore, so he's taken to LOUDLY bitching even more than usual. Admittedly, the extra weight to throw around and the precision-designed clawtips are very useful, and he likes being able to pop out of the ground bridge and lay down cover fire without getting mixed up in the action. It may be giving him ideas for backup weaponry in the future.

Shockwave

The lack of his typical ranged weaponry is frustrating. That anyone should be content with bladed melee weapons alone is simply illogical. He also finds himself incredibly annoyed with the subpar earth-based altmode and all the unnecessary human designed internal kibble it comes with. He does not naturally emote at all, and he will not be starting today, sudden addition of facial features be damned. Gets pretty creepy to see Ratchet's face completely devoid of his usual grumpiness in favor of a completely blank look.

Bulkhead

By the Allspark he feels so small... Speed has never been his strong suit, and grace ESPECIALLY hasn't. Sure the drill and the buzzsaw have been useful when he needs to deal damage, but they're just not the same as good old fashioned Blunt Force Trauma™️. He gets frustrated pretty quickly. However, he does take a certain malicious, schadenfreude-filled delight in messing up the good doctor's finish. He might just take Miko off-roading before they trade back 😈

Knockout

DONT LOOK AT HIM, HES UGLY!! Knockout is going to spend this ordeal researching a cure while locked in a closet... Whatever closet is big enough to fit him anyway. All his usual hideaway spots are way too small for such a big lug like Bulkhead. Which means he's stuck out in the open... Looking like a clumsy, dull, green oaf... UGHH!!!! New plan, time to lock himself in the medbay and have breakdown work his magic with a rotary buffer. New paint job, new slimming decals, he's going the whole 9 yards to make himself borderline presentable. Whether Bulkhead wants it or not.

Soundwave

Soundwave is taking this very special opportunity to do a little trolling. Under normal circumstances, he's sworn never to let his voice be heard again. However... It's not really his voice, now is it? Besides, he doesn't have any of his remix equipment OR his visor screen. His normal means of communication are out. Though he does have Laserbeak to record him while he uses optimus's face and voice to say all kinds of horrible, blackmail-worthy slag that could completely ruin his public image whenever Cybertron gets restored. He'll definitely take requests too :)

Optimus

Optimus is a mech who typically garners a lot of respect, by virtue of his position, his demeanor, and his sheer size. What he is not used to eliciting, however, is fear. And it hurts just a little seeing his trusted allies shrink back when they see him. He has no face to give comforting looks. His voice is not his, especially not under so many layers of off-putting static. Even his big, steady servos, so used to pulling people up when they fall, are good for little more than striking. And that's without mentioning the monstrous tentacles he finds himself relying on. He feels terrifying, and he doesn't like it one bit.

Dreadwing

Dreadwing does not like the Predacons. He doesn't like the Predacons one bit. Call him stuffy with his moral code, but he's firmly of the camp that if something is dead it should STAY dead. The odd little experiments Shockwave concocted are no exceptions. They shouldn't be alive, plain and simple. And the fact that currently he IS one of the resurrected beasts and the brain of this disgusting undead thing is running around in HIS body is, quite frankly, unacceptable. He's going to be looming over the resident scientists with his new terrifying form until they find a way to fix this grievous error and return things to some semblance of normalcy.

Predaking

He feels... Terribly small. Especially in his altmode. Flying without needing to move your wings at all is quite a strange experience. As is having no face or limbs outside robot mode. He's just so compact and it's all very uncomfortable. He will admit, though, it's nice being treated less like an animal. He's yearned to be seen as an equal, true and proper, and this is about as close as he's gotten.

Wheeljack

Oh man, he switched bodies with the straight laced hard aft? Man, if Primus really has a hand in how things play out, he's one funny bitch. He's taking full comedic advantage of this situation, much to Magnus's chagrin. He's saying every swear he knows and breaking every petty rule in the autobot code that he knows isn't really enforceable. He's going on insane monologues about how rules keep us from descending into chaos in a horrible impression of Magnus that overshoots and ends up sounding closer to Sam the eagle from the muppets than anything. The kids are laughing their asses off. Bots who have worked with magnus are doing everything in their power not to laugh, with mixed success rates.

Ultra Magnus

Ulta Magnus does not care too much about being shorter or currently looking like a delinquent with no regard for anything other than his own personal amusement and some abstract concept of "coolness." ...Okay, he cares a lot and its very frustrating that people take a second to take him seriously again, but he cares much MORE about the delinquent currently inhabiting HIS frame and making a mockery of everything he believes in!!! It's unacceptable behavior and his body should be treated with the respect it deserves, not puppeted around for unfunny satire!!! He refuses to stoop to his level and mock back, so he'll simply stare him down until he gets the damn message.

#maccadam #transformers #tfp #ratchet #shockwave #bulkhead #knockout #optimus prime #soundwave #dreadwing #predaking #ultra magnus #wheeljack #im sorry this took ages i kept getting sick and not being able to write anything 🥲

64 notes · View notes

riatheghoul · 28 days

Text

Got My Right Hand On Your Girly

Pairing: Bang Chan x Black Reader

song: Goosebumps By Travis Scott (Chase Atlantic remix)

Warnings: Just pure filth, p in v, lots of praise, pet names used: baby, pretty, pretty girl, honey and daddy for chan.

Word count: 853

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

“Poppin’ a pill with my left hand, got my right hand on your girly.”

The speakers blared and your vision blurred. You didn’t mean to piss him off, well, you didn’t mean for it to go this far. You thought it would be fun to flirt with the waiter just to test the waters. It was all fun and games until he gave you that look then you knew you were in for it.

“No keep your eyes on me” he said slapping your face just hard enough to get your attention your eye rolled back to look at him as his fingers plunged into you. “You wanted to play games earlier thinking I was gonna go easy on you” all you could do was squirm and whine “Awwww baby did I fuck you dumb?” he question know good and damn well what he was doing to you “I- I- oh god~” you tried to get words out but it was no use your brain was complete mush and you your eyes were so far back that you feared they’d stay there. “Your gonna cum huh?” he coed “Your gonna cum all over daddy’s fingers again? Huh?” he chuckled leaning down to suck your clit causing you try to close your legs. He pushed your legs open “Open. Your. Fucking. Legs” he said in between each lick.

You were starting to see stars and getting louder and louder there was feeling in the pit of your stomach was unfamiliar but his finger and his tongue felt so damn good. “Come on pretty cum for me. Cum.” He repeated the word which was sending a vibration through your entire body and after a few more licks you came but it felt different then all the other times he’s made you come. He grabbed you pulling you in to him kissing you like he needed and damn did he need you he pulled away looking at you with pleading eyes “Can you do that again for me just on my dick?” he asked. You nodded “Yes please I want more~” you begged he gave you a quick peck taking himself out of his boxers.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him he never ceases to amaze you. Your mouth watered watching the pre cum dribble down his dick “Are you sure you can take it?” he questioned and you nodded in confirmation. “If it’s too much you use your safe word am I understood?” you nodded again “Unh uh words pretty girl” he demanded you sat up to show him that you were ok enough to answer his question “Yes I can take it please put in~” you begged.

He grabbed you by your waist pulling you close to him while grabbing your throat “Open” he commanded. You opened it sticking out your tongue letting him spit in your mouth “Take your treat doll” he instructed. You swallowed it letting a whimper fall from your lips “Good girl” he praised aligning himself with you. He took his time sliding into you making sure you felt every inch your mouth made a o shape feeling your walls stretch around him.

After bottoming out inside you he pulled out of you running his length down your folds making you shiver. “Beg for me honey” you grabbed pulling him closer to you “Please daddy I’ll be so good I need you so bad~” you pleaded he grabbed your hair pulling it until you looked up at him while he was towering over you. “Don’t look away from me” he said slamming into you. He kissed you hard and fast moaning into your mouth making you clench around him. Your legs began to shake and your moans got louder he pulled away from you and bought his lips to your ear and began to whisper to you. “your such a good girl” “you feel so good baby” he said making sure leave a few hickeys

“Oh god~ I’m gonna cum” you said digging you nails into his back. “Don’t you dare. Wait for me let it buildup” he ordered puling away from your ear you shook your head “Please I can’t take it~” you whined he sped up hitting the spot that made you arch with every thrust. “Yes, you can your gonna fucking take it and don’t you dare come until I do” he declared not stopping. After a few more strokes he started to speed up and get sloppy rolling his pelvis just to make sure to his every angle your body was shaking in the best ways “I’m gonna cum baby where do you want it?” he asked trying to hold in his groans but failing. “Inside me please~” you answered “Fucking cum” he said “Cum all over my fucking dick baby” and you did just that.

He came painting your insides a pretty silky white. After you both came down from your high you grabbed him and kissed him “I love you so fucking much” he smiled at you giving you a kiss on your sweaty forehead in return “I love you too princess”

A/N(before official post): i promise it gonna hit good dw

A/N(after official post): here it is i hope you like it i tried to be more descriptive and get better with my smut its only gonna go up from here ok byeeeeeeeee~

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bangchan x black reader #x black reader #black! reader #bang chan smut

57 notes · View notes

5starluvr · 24 days

Text

What’s up danger

Paring: Lee Minho × Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Violence, blood, arguing, mentioned injuries

Wc: 2.9k

Spider Kids

The air crackled with nervous energy as Y/N fidgeted on the edge of the worn armchair. Lee Know, ever the charmer, was sprawled across the worn leather couch, his phone clutched in his hand, a playful smile dancing on his lips. Yet, a flicker of unease flickered in his eyes, a telltale sign she knew all too well.

"Min," she started, her voice laced with concern, "You haven't touched your pizza in ten minutes. What's wrong?"

He glanced up, the smile morphing into a sheepish grin. "Nothing, just... superhero stuff."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Superhero stuff, huh?" she repeated, the playful edge to her voice barely masking the worry gnawing at her. Dating a superhero, especially one as reckless as Spider-Man(or should she say, Minho, his real name), was a constant battle between exhilaration and terror.

Minho sighed, the playful facade crumbling. "There's a rumor about a potential attack downtown," he confessed. "The Wrecking Crew. Nasty bunch."

The Wrecking Crew. Four brutal villains with a love for causing city-wide mayhem. Y/N's stomach lurched. "You have to be careful, Minho," she pleaded, using his real name, the one reserved for these serious moments. "Promise me you'll be careful?"

He reached out, his hand engulfing hers in a warm, reassuring grip. "Always," he murmured, his eyes locking with hers. The intensity of his gaze sent a jolt through her, a silent promise that transcended words.

"….I didn’t know you had a twin sister in thought she was you!," the man fumbled on screen. Y/N chuckled, glancing at Minho beside her. He was leaning back, eyes closed, but a smile played on his lips.

Just as Y/N reached for the popcorn bowl, a jarring emergency broadcast cut through the movie soundtrack. "Attention all citizens," a stern voice boomed, "there have been reports of a large-scale villain attack in the Central District. Please stay indoors and avoid all non-essential travel."

Minho's eyes snapped open, a flicker of concern replaced by a steely resolve. Before Y/N could react, he was already pushing himself up.

"I have to go," he said, his voice strained.

Y/N's heart lurched. Minho's secret life, the one that constantly put him in danger, reared its ugly head once again. She knew arguing wouldn't help, so she simply nodded, worry etching lines on her forehead.

Minho disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Curiosity gnawed at Y/N. She knew better than to pry, but her worry wouldn't be quelled. Taking a deep breath, she crept towards the bedroom door.

A muffled thump came from within, followed by the rustle of fabric. Y/N hesitated for a moment before gently pushing the door open a crack.

Minho stood with his back to her, pulling on a sleek, blue and red suit that clung to his athletic frame. The familiar mask, with its large, expressive eyes, laying on the bed beside him. He was about to reach for it when he turned, his eyes widening in surprise.

Their gazes locked for a moment, a silent exchange of emotions passing between them. Y/N knew the weight of responsibility he carried, the fear she could never fully understand. But there was another emotion too, a spark of something more in his eyes as they met hers.

"Y/N," he started, his voice a low murmur, "you shouldn't be here."

Before he could finish, Y/N surprised both of them. Stepping fully into the room, she met his gaze defiantly. A playful smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Maybe not," she said, her voice husky. "But you know what? You look hot in that suit. If you wouldn't have to save the city right now, I'd let you…"

Her voice trailed off suggestively, but the message was clear. A blush crept up Minho's neck, a stark contrast to the red of his mask. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips beneath the fabric.

"Later," he promised, his voice tinged with amusement. "Go lock the door and stay safe."

He quickly donned the mask, the playful glint in his eyes now replaced by a determined glint. With a final, lingering look at Y/N, he swung out the window, disappearing into the storm-ravaged night.

Y/N watched him go, a mixture of fear and pride churning in her stomach. She knew he'd be back, and when he was, they'd have a lot to talk about. But for now, the city needed Spider-Man. And Spider-Man needed to focus on saving the day.

———

The rain hammered down on Spider-Man's mask as he swung through the deserted cityscape. Sirens wailed in the distance, a mournful symphony to the chaos unfolding in the Central District. Below him, flashes of crackling energy split the darkness, illuminating a scene of utter mayhem.

Leach, his body shimmering like a living puddle, cackled as he surged through a police barricade, leaving a trail of soaked debris in his wake. Around him, a motley crew of villains reveled in the destruction: Crackle, crackling with a corona of electricity as he overloaded a city bus, Magma, his body glowing like a furnace, melting a fire hydrant against fleeing civilians.

Minho landed lightly on a fire escape overlooking the scene. This wasn't a random attack; it was a coordinated effort. His spider sense tingled, a warning prickling the hairs on his arms. He needed to take them down one at a time.

"Alright, party's over, crackheads!" he boomed, his voice amplified by the mask. He swung down a blur of red and blue, landing with a crouch right in the middle of the villains.

Leach whirled around, his watery form roiling and churning. He launched a wave of water towards Spider-Man. The web-slinger dodged with practiced ease, the years of experience battling these very same villains giving him an edge. He shot a web at Crackle's crackling hands, momentarily interrupting his electric rampage.

"Enjoying the light show, Sparky?" Lee Know chirped, launching himself at Magma who was about to use his molten fist to smash a nearby newsstand.

Landing a solid kick on Magma's fiery shoulder, Spider-Man disrupted his concentration. The villain roared in frustration, his form momentarily cooling and hardening before erupting back into a molten state.

Minho weaved through the chaos, using his agility and wit to his advantage. He dodged a bolt of lightning from Crackle, deflecting it with a well-timed web shield towards a nearby streetlamp, effectively short-circuiting the villain's powers for a crucial moment.

Leach, however, proved a more formidable opponent. His water form shifted and reformed, making it difficult for Lee Know to land a solid punch. One of Leach's tendrils lashed out, capturing Spider-Man's ankle, yanking him off balance and sending him crashing into a storefront window.

He winced, the sting of broken glass digging into his arm. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, masking the pain. He couldn't afford to lose focus. Not with lives hanging in the balance.

Using the debris of the shattered window to his advantage, he launched himself at Leach. He webbed one of Leach's tendrils, anchoring it to a nearby drainpipe. With a mighty tug, he ripped another tendril free, throwing Leach off balance.

Seizing the opportunity, Spider-Man delivered a series of quick punches to the center of Leach's form, disrupting his concentration. With a final, sputtering gurgle, Leach dispersed into a harmless puddle of water on the pavement.

One down, three to go. But Spider-Man could feel the fatigue creeping in, the adrenaline starting to wear off. He glanced back towards the fire escape he'd landed on earlier, a flicker of blue and red catching his eye. A ghost of a smile crept under his mask.

The fight with Crackle proved to be the most brutal. The villain, a wiry figure crackling with raw electricity, danced just out of Minho’s reach, taunting him with a manic grin. Each time Minho closed the distance, Crackle unleashed a jolt of lightning, forcing him back.

"You can't touch me, bug-boy!" Crackle yelled , sending another bolt sizzling toward Spider-Man. He sidestepped it just in time, the smell of burnt ozone stinging his nostrils.

Thinking fast, Minho scanned his surroundings. He spotted a fallen power line, its wires sparking in the rain. Without hesitating, he used his webs to snag a metal traffic sign nearby. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the sign flying towards the downed power line.

There was a blinding flash of light as the sign made contact, a loud crackle echoing through the night. The streetlamp sputtered and died, plunging them into temporary darkness. Crackle, momentarily disoriented, stumbled back.

Seizing his chance, Spider-Man launched himself at the villain. He tackled Crackle to the ground, effectively pinning him down. With a concentrated effort, he wrapped the villain in a web cocoon, neutralizing his electrical powers.

"Looks like the power's out, Sparks," Minho quipped, his voice strained from the exertion. Crackle, trapped and sputtering in frustration, was no longer a threat.

Only Magma remained. The molten villain, having recovered from Spider-Man's earlier attack, loomed large, his body radiating heat.

"You're finished, Spider-Man!" Magma roared, raising a molten fist for a crushing blow. Minho knew a direct hit would mean serious injury. He needed to outsmart him.

His eyes darted around, searching for an advantage. Then, he spotted a fire hydrant a few meters away. With a desperate gamble, Minho shot a web at the hydrant's valve, yanking it open with all his might.

A torrent of water erupted from the hydrant, catching Magma by surprise. The hissing water cooled his molten form rapidly, turning him brittle and vulnerable. Spider-Man capitalized on his moment of weakness, launching himself at Magma and delivering a powerful kick to his chest.

The impact shattered Magma's hardened exterior, sending shards of cooled rock flying. The villain crumpled to the ground, defeated, his body solidifying into a human form.

The world spun slightly as he leaned against the wall. The rain, which had felt like a million needles earlier, now seemed almost soothing. He let out a shaky breath, the exhaustion hitting him like a tidal wave. Now that the adrenaline had fully receded, the pain bloomed across his body. His left arm throbbed with a dull ache, a souvenir from Leach's watery grip. A sharp sting came from his shoulder, courtesy of Magma's molten fist.

He winced, gingerly flexing his fingers. Maybe he'd pushed himself a little too hard tonight. But the thought of the city in chaos, of innocent people in danger, was enough to quell the self-pity. He had a job to do, and tonight, he'd done it.

With a tired sigh, Minho reached up and peeled off his mask. The cool night air felt like a balm against his heated skin. He glanced back towards the fire escape, a flicker of blue and red catching his eye earlier. Now, it was empty. Putting his mask back on and heaving himself to his feet, Spider-Man shot a web toward a nearby building. He swung through the night, the familiar rhythm a comfort despite the dull ache in his muscles. He needed to get back, to clean up, to assess the damage – both to the city and to himself.

The familiar outline of Y/N's apartment building rose ahead. He landed silently on the fire escape outside her window, the same place he'd left just a few hours ago, what felt like a lifetime. He debated knocking, his body screaming for rest, but something tugged at him to see her.

He tapped on the window lightly, a familiar signal they'd established. Moments later, a light flicked on inside and Y/N's face appeared at the window, framed by concern. Her eyes widened when she saw him, his suit rumpled and singed.

Minho!" she cried, ushering him in. "What happened?"

He winced, a grimace twisting his features. "Hey, Y/N," he rasped, his voice strained. "Just...a little accident."

He moved stiffly, favoring his left arm, which hung awkwardly at his side. Alarm bells clanged in Y/N's head. Accidents didn't explain the fear that flickered in his eyes, a fear she'd only seen once before, the night he'd stumbled in, muttering about "crazy robots" and "near-death experiences."

"Accident, huh?" she said, her voice laced with suspicion. "Looks more like a villain massacre ."

Minho's eyes widened for a fleeting moment before he plastered on a wan smile. "Something like that," he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

Y/N wasn't stupid. Minho was Spider-Man, the city's masked protector. A truth he'd revealed in a moment of vulnerability, a truth that bound them closer. But his secret life scared her. Tonight, that fear morphed into anger.

"Minho, how many times do we have to go over this?" she snapped, her voice shaking with a mix of emotions. "You can't continue this for long if you come home like this !"

Minho flinched, his smile faltering. "I had to, Y/N. People were in trouble."

"Fuck,i know but what about us?" she cried, tears stinging her eyes. "What about the plans we make, the promises you break?You’re going to get really hurt some day…"

Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Shame flickered across Minho's face, battling with his determination to protect her. He reached for her, but she pulled away, her heart a tangled mess of fear and affection.

"Go to the bathroom," she said, her voice tight. "I’ll clean you up."

Minho nodded, defeat etched on his face. He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone with the storm raging outside and the one raging within her.

Moments later, the bathroom door creaked open.Y/n emerged, with a clean shirt in her hand for him. She looked at him, his left arm was secured in a makeshift sling fashioned from a towel.

"Y/N, I…" he began, but she cut him off.

"Look," she said, her voice softer now, but no less firm. "I get it. You have a responsibility. But you also have a responsibility to me, Minho. To be honest, to take care of yourself."She said as she began unpacking the first aid kit.

He looked at her, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that made her heartache. "I know," he said, his voice low. "I messed up. I was so focused on protecting everyone else, I forgot about you."

He reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly over hers. Hesitantly, she met his touch. His fingers were warm against her skin, a silent apology.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes searching hers. "I promise, I'll be more careful. From now on, no more secrets."

Y/N stared into his eyes, momentarily stopping her movement. The anger had subsided, replaced by a fierce protectiveness that mirrored his own.

"Promise me," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Promise me you'll come home to me, no matter what."

Minho pulled her into a semi-tight embrace, the warmth of his body a soothing balm against her worry. "Always," he murmured against her hair.

"Minho?" she whispered, her voice laced with worry. "Does it hurt a lot?."

His heart ached at the tremor in her voice. He offered a tired smile, hoping it wouldn't come across as a grimace with the throbbing in his arm.

"Just a few bumps and bruises," he said, his voice slightly raspy. "But I'm okay. I Promise, my love."

Taglist:open | If your user is red i can’t tag you

Taglist: @juskz @blackhairandbangs @sxnset-angel @emossssss @hanjsquokka @feelikecinderella @starlostastronaut @kpopsstuffs @lixxpix @jinnie-ret @bangchans-angel @puppyminnnie @michelle4eve @skzswife @saiko-skz @quailbagutte @briqnne

#Spotify

54 notes · View notes

avelera · 9 months

Text

Along the lines of, "Fanfic Writers Always Get the Sequels Wrong Because They Just Keep Remixing What They Have and Focusing on the Romance", here's my predictions for Good Omens S3:

My Fanfic Brain: Aziraphale does his best to stop the Second Coming but realizes he's outmatched when the other archangels gang up on him. Cornered and without hope of getting the important information/McGuffin he's acquired to the people (ie, Crowley) who need it in order to stop the next Apocalypse, Aziraphale is forced to face his greatest fears and Fall from Heaven. He shows up at Crowley's door, broken and singed, and together they reunite to stop the machinations of Heaven and Save the Day. I literally do not not care about any other shit that happens but I hope we find out that Angel Crowley was someone Powerful and Important, possibly Raphael. The End.

My Realistic Writer Brain: We open up 3-4 years later after the events of Season 2. The antipathy between Crowley and Aziraphale has had a chance to metastasize to the point that they are now Bitter Exes. As per Pratchett and Gaiman's hints at what 668: The Neighbor of the Beast would contain, Jesus Christ descends from his silver plane in America, surrounded by secret service, and goes missing. Now, both Heaven and Hell are looking everywhere for the missing Son of God. After a stint of trying to track Jesus down on his own (and also trying to sneak glances at porn while on Earth, Aziraphale reluctantly teams up with Crowley, who he has humorously reencountered, and Aziraphale and Crowley end up on a comedic roadtrip across America in search of him, filled with Bitter Ex energy, Aziraphale convinced that he can Fix Things if HE gets to Jesus first, Crowley committed to a replay of the first Canceled Apocalypse, not sure what he'll do but committed to stopping it.

The two grow close again over the course of this adventure, other wacky hijinks ensue and if Avelera is very lucky, the Long Night of the Soul beat will include Aizraphale being forced to Fall once he learns the full extent of Heaven's machinations and we'll learn that Crowley used to be Hot Shit as an Angel, but there is no actual guarantee on either front. The ultimate goal will appear to be Burn Down the System of Heaven and Hell to Save the World but since this is also a Pratchett work, and Pratchett is a great lover of Systems and Civil Society, it's more likely that Aziraphale's conviction that Heaven can be Fixed and Crowley's conviction that it needs to all be avoided and/or burnt down is actually a Debate, and we end up with some sort of happy medium between the two. Then they retire to the South Downs. The End.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens spoilers #spoilers

177 notes · View notes

bridenore · 10 months

Text

HD Something made them do it fic recs

Here are a few drarry fic recs where, of course, “something made them do it”. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

Burning the Ground by @lqtraintracks [10k]

“Strap him down,” someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him – the viscous fear.

Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists … He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins.

His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman’s voice sigh, “Someone, get Healer Malfoy.”

The Company of The Rose by @lower-east-side [31k]

Six years after the war, Draco Malfoy has been restoring magical estates, while sidestepping his mother’s plots to marry him off and resolutely avoiding his issues. An advert in the Prophet takes him to a remote island, where a mysterious stranger has purchased an abandoned retreat. But the house has a few secrets of its own, and Draco will be forced to deal with not only his past, but the possibilities of the future.

The Destiny You Sold by @tryslora [58k]

In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.

Fall on the Earth by @dodgerkedavra [15k]

Harry Potter hates being separated from Draco Malfoy. Not because he’s in love with him, for Merlin’s sake! Because they’re Auror Partners. One time is all it takes for Draco to be attacked with an illicit potion. Until it wears off, Harry’s job is taking care of his partner. Harry thinks the effects of the potion can’t possibly be as serious as Robards says. He thinks wrong.

The Great Magic Sex Mushroom Fiasco by Magnolia822 [6k]

Lost in the Siberian wilderness without food, Aurors Potter and Malfoy are forced to improvise, with unexpected consequences …

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic [10k]

It’s not the first time Harry’s been the victim of a botched curse (that’s one of the reasons he doesn’t like crowds), but he feels bad that Malfoy had to get caught up in it too.

So they’re bonded. That’s ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm.

But this isn’t going to be a problem for their friendship at all.

Is it, Harry?

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by @firethesound [11k]

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Incident Reports (That’s Not How May Queen Works Remix) by megyal [5k]

Only you, mate, Ron says, and doused with May Queen, honestly, and can’t wait for this report.

The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound [81k]

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

Lubido Mendax by @malenkayacherepakha [17k]

When Harry is hit by an old and alarming sex curse while on a job with Malfoy, he’s faced with an agonising decision. But it turns out that curing the curse was easy compared to everything that came next.

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by @fencer-x [479k]

[Extensive re-telling of Deathly Hallows] As in Half-blood Prince, Draco is charged by Voldemort with killing Dumbledore—only instead of trying to do his best with the challenge, he realizes he’s been set a futile task and instead focuses on finding a way to save both himself and his parents. He eventually decides to spend his sixth year studying Animagecraft, convinced it’s his best shot at escaping the impossible situation he’s found himself in. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

Of Mouslings and Men by dornfelder [14k]

Harry encounters the Subspecies of Doom. He also realises he likes chocolate frogs a lot, despite his greatest efforts to convince himself otherwise.

The Only Magic Left Between Us by @lqtraintracks [24k]

Harry goes to the market and ends up having to save Draco Malfoy’s life with sex. He saves Draco’s life with sex and ends up with a husband. The last thing he expects in all of it is to fall in love.

Sealed with a Kiss by @faith2wood [46k]

Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. A Christmassy Hogwarts fic, this.

Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance by birdsofshore [14k]

“Come on, boys,” Zabini drawled. “You’re only delaying the inevitable.”

Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.

Strange Bathfellows by @bixgirl1 [27k]

It started with a bath. Or a potions accident. Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.

Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love.

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 [77k]

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he’d thought would be easy after the war… with Draco Malfoy.

Tug-O-Want by @dysonrules [16k]

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

Twice as Much as an Earthquake by @firethesound [18k]

Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy’s waging against detention. This isn’t the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it’s not boring.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

225 notes · View notes

that-lazy-snail · 1 year

Text

Being a fan of Avatar (the movie with blue people) is literally the most exhausting fan experience I've ever had, and I'm a female Star Wars fan, who's favorite Star Wars movie is The Last Jedi.

I'm by no means claiming that the movie is flawless or even "great" but it is by scifi blockbuster standards pretty good. It's no more or less racist than the Star Wars prequels and the writing isn't any worse than the scriptwriting in the Star Wars prequels either, yet it's treated with such disdain among people on the internet that I can't even talk about it without receiving random hateful comments.

I cosplay from the movie, more specifically the new movie and an OC that I designed in 2018. I love the movie, especially the visual elements and the design of the Na'vi and their culture, I think it's a fascinating metaphor for our treatment of indigenous peoples and our planet, I love the themes the film presents. But I'm also aware that it's harmful to indigenous people as well because it promotes a white savior narrative, that it's harmful to disabled people by promoting the narrative that they can't live full lives unless they're normative. I don't deny those problems with the movie, and I have plenty of criticisms of the new film as well. Particularly the use of locks on Jake and Spider, and I saw a video on tiktok complaining about that and I left a comment saying that I really wish they hadn't done that and I thought it was a really poor styling choice since up until that point none of the Na'vi we'd seen have locks so it doesn't logically make sense to give them that hair style. I got quite a bit of response to that comment, some people agreeing with me but largely people were saying, "why do you cosplay it then?" "why do you support it then?" like is it not okay to like things and also have criticism for them? I'm allowed to like things about it and also not like things about it.

I also keep seeing videos saying that Avatar has no cultural impact, that it doesn't have a long lasting fan base despite having lore comparable to Lord of the Rings. Here's the thing with that, it totally does have lore comparable to Lord of the Rings but the fan base can't thrive like LOTR fans or even Star Trek could partially because the internet wasn't a space in the same way then as it was when Avatar came out and the other fact is the sheer amount of shaming and harassment that Avatar fans get. I've seen people leave the fandom because of the hate they received on the internet. They quite literally get bullied out of their enjoyment of the movie. People say that Avatar has no fans, but it's fans are chronically silent and reclusive in our liking of the film for fear of getting harassed. I am part of Facebook groups of that have thousands of members and a very active discord. Avatar fans exist, they just keep low and quiet so as to protect themselves. I know people who speak Na'vi in the same way people speak elvish or klingon, it's just not something we advertise because every time we try to share our enjoyment of the movie we get mean comments or mocking stitches/remixes of our videos, pictures, etc. It's not fun to be a public Avatar fan, it's scary and exhausting.

I love Avatar, Neytiri was one of the first truly strong and inspirational female characters I connected with as a child (I was 9 when the movie came out) and I was fascinated and enthralled with the world of Pandora, as were so many movie goers. I'm so tired of getting railed on for enjoying this movie, or even just the constant ridicule that comes through my feed about it. What happened to the golden rule of if you don't have anything nice to say (or on this case even anything that provides new/valuable commentary/criticism) don't say anything at all?

I'm so sick of hearing the same arguments I've heard a million times about why it's a retread plot of Pocahontas/Dances With Wolves/Ferngully, I've heard it all before, I've seen those movies before and their plots are in myths and any number of other stories, that's not why I love the movie. No amount of people saying that to me will change what I do like about the Avatar. I don't watch Avatar for the plot, I watch it for Pandora, and for the visual spectacle and the world building.

I'm sick of the argument that Avatar's treatment of indigenous voices is somehow worse than any other piece of media written by and for white communities, it's not. Even Avatar the Last Airbender (which is my favorite TV show of all time and is often acclaimed as a great example of native representation) also falls failure to the same mistake of casting white actors in POC roles and changing the narratives of natives to be more easily accepted and understood by white audiences. This is not to say that ATLA doesn't handle its message better than Avatar, but it's important to be aware of the ways in which all media has flaws, even the things we think are less problematic and it's important to acknowledge them and not tear the media down for it, but use it as means to make new media better. Cameron did improve with the Way of Water, he frequently consulted with the Maori tribes he was pulling inspiration from, there's literally articles written by Maori tribe members on it but it is still a white people movie, written by white people for white people so do with that what you will. But don't claim star wars is any better, the prequels were outrageously racist, and they still maintain majority white casts.

The new Avatar movie (the way of water) is not perfect, there are quite a few things I found to be poor choices in regards to cultural sensitivity (aka locks, and casting Kate Winslet as Ronal instead of a Polynesian actress) but it's still better than it's predecessor, and unlike so many people on the internet say, it is not "a bunch of white people playing poc" since neither Zoe Saldana, nor Trinity Jo-Li Bliss, or any of the Metkayina children or Cliff Curtis are white. In fact, Cliff Curtis is Maori, the culture that inspired the Metkayina and many of the extras who play background Na'vi in the films are POC, because in spite of James Cameron's failings, he did want the Na'vi to be played by people of color. Very very few of the Na'vi in the original movie are played by white people, only a few extras with less than 1 minute of screen time and no lines. All the major Na'vi roles were played by people of black and indigenous color. Eytukan was played by a Cherokee native, Mo'at (these people are the two clan leaders) is played by a indigenous woman from Africa and is very black. Zoe Saldana's parents are Dominican and Puerto Rican for god's sake! She is not white. This argument that he casts white people in POC roles is untrue. The Avatars are white cause they're meant to represent the invadors, wolf in sheep's clothing if you will. The Na'vi are bipoc, and they're played by bipoc.

After Avatar, James went to Brazil and became and activist for native communities. He went worked with Brazilian natives fighting the building of a dam over their local river, a dam with would power a major city in Brazil, but destroy the indigenous peoples access to water. He went to their community, and asked them what he could do to help. He donated money, protested, ran conferences and tried to disrupt the building of the dam using his influence, but it failed, and he had to watch the suffering of this indigenous tribe that he'd grown very close to in their time working together to prevent the dam. He's not Anti-indigenous as people love to claim, he's clumsy and arrogant (like all cis white men) but what he does is an attempt to elevate native voices not smother them even if he doesn't necessarily succeed.

The movie isn't the menace to society people portray it as, nor is it as boring or uncompelling as people claim. But I still can't go online to enjoy it because no matter what I say, I like it too much for "a bad movie" or I'm "too supportive of something harmful" although I still see people buying Harry Potter merchandise in the Barnes and Noble and I'd argue JK Rowling is an actively bigoted individual who's words and paychecks actively harm marginalized communities, unlike Cameron who despite his bumbling is trying his best and actually learning and doing better with the new content he puts out.

People also say things like, "You only like it cause you're white, no POC people like Avatar." which is blatantly untrue, I've seen native people who like it, black people who like it, I have black friends who like it, I know a black cosplayer who cosplays from it. In fact, I know more poc who cosplay from it than white people. Everyone is entitled to their opinion of the film, and should be allowed to interact with it without getting harassed. It's just exhausting to like it, so people don't say they do.

I'm tired of even the things that should be praised about the new film being used as a way to tear it down. Cameron said in an interview that he "likes Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman as characters but they're not mom's" when asked why he chose to make Neytiri a mother. Neytiri's motherhood doesn't detract from her warrior-ness, she's still a badass bitch and I think that's the point that this person on tiktok clearly missed. He wasn't saying you need women to be moms to be heros, but how many warrior women who are also mothers can you think of off the top of your head? I can't think of any. The choice to make Neytiri a badass mom wasn't to detract from single or childless female characters but to provide even more diversity in the kinds of strong female characters out there. I loved that 1/2 the cast of that movie was women, just as I loved Neytiri in the first film.

In conclusion, can we please stop making Avatar fans lives hell on the internet. I do my own research about how it is and isn't problematic and make my own decisions, I don't need strangers to yell at me. I just want to enjoy my silly ecoscifi movie about blue aliens. I'm aware of its issues and I do my best to raise awareness of the issues facing real natives, to engage with real native stories and voices and support their protests, legal persuits, tribal sovereignty, land back etc, and be the best ally I can be, but I'm not going to boycot this movie because it does some problematic stuff, or because it has an unoriginal plot, if I did that I could never watch another marvel movie again (and yes they're just as bad if you dig, look at the early ones especially) I'm so sick of the insane amount of factually unsupported hate this movie gets and of having to deal with it. I'm tired, I just want to enjoy my movie which is no worse than any other white backed and driven Hollywood blockbuster.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #james cameron #avatar james cameron

777 notes · View notes

bratzydollz · 2 years

Text

🕵️‍♀️✨ "Breaking the Reality Code: Legit Tips to Shift Into Your Desired Reality – Hana Spills the Tea! #ShiftingSecrets" ✨🌌

March 23rd, 2023

•—✧✷ Greetings, astral explorers and vibe enthusiasts! Hana in the house, ready to spill the tea hotter than a summer in Ibiza. Shifting, baby, it's the ethereal rollercoaster of dreams. Picture this: smoother than savoring Michelin pancakes in the heart of NYC or trickier than decoding an anti-shifter's mind. But fear not, lovelies, because Hana's got the keys to the shifting kingdom, and I'm ready to share the deets.

Let's dive headfirst into the allure of Desired Reality – or as the cyber cool cats call it, "DR." It's not just your regular H&M flipflops; it's your personal blockbuster, your anime daydream, a reality painted with the hues of freedom and fun. It's where your heart's desires take center stage – from the perfect glow-up to a life tailor-made for you. It's basically your VIP pass to personal paradise.

Now, here's the catch – mastering the art of shifting is your golden ticket to your DR. Think of it like nailing a perfect soufflé. Specify your destination, set those intentions, visualize your desired reality, and boom! You've arrived at your desired hotspot. Sure, it sounds like a breeze, but mastering it takes a bit of finesse. Don't worry; I've got your back.

For those scratching their heads about shifting, just like what Mr. Worldwide once said, been there, done that. And I sense you might be feeling it too as you dive into this post. Fear not, my luvlies, because I'm about to drop some tips hotter than a Kardashian scandal. No more small talk, let's dive into my astral playbook, specially crafted for you. 🚀💫

✧ Believe That You Can Shift

—✧✷ In this star-studded activity, belief is the ultimate VIP pass. Oh, girl, believe in shifting, sure, but let me spill the intergalactic tea – the real universal currency is believing in the superstar that is YOU.

Picture this: your mind, a Hollywood blockbuster waiting to happen. Time for a script rewrite! Turn it into a haven, a paradise of unwavering belief. The kind of belief that screams, "I've got the magical keys to shift, and I'm ready to rock my desired reality!" It's not just a key; it's the golden ticket to a reality remix. So, honey, believe it like it's the plot twist of the century, proving the Grinch's sad toys we called "Anti-Shifters", that they are more wrong than the X-Factor judges, as you live your blockbuster life, and watch your journey transform into a star-studded spectacle. Lights, camera, cosmic action!

✧ Do Your Own Research About Shifting

—✧✷ Navigating the mesmerizing realm of shifting, my darlings, go beyond mere surface exploration—plunge into the depths of knowledge. Immerse yourself in the Law of Assumption, gracefully waltz through the enchanting corridors of the Multiverse Theory, finesse the dance of Quantum Jumping, and effortlessly enter the mystical realm of Theta/Void State. Grasping the intricacies of your current venture—shifting—acts as the key to a smoother journey. Knowledge is your ally, providing the roadmap to execute with finesse and summon the desired results. Ready to unravel the mysteries?

✧ Make Shifting Comfortable For You

—✧✷ Discover a pathway to shift that aligns seamlessly with your essence. Should you crave order on your shifting odyssey, craft a script outlining the specifics you yearn for in your desired reality. Embrace a shifting method, indulge in post-script meditation, and so forth—just go for it. If you're into the raw essence of shifting, envision your desires, set those intentions, and simply dive in. Whatever brings you comfort, my dear, make it your guiding star. Comfort is the secret sauce; it heightens your chances of gracefully slipping into your coveted reality.

✧ Meditation For Clear Intention

—✧✷ Embark on a journey of meditation, not only elevating your chances of shifting but also bestowing profound benefits upon your well-being. Let the tranquil practice clear the fog from your mind, paving the way for crystal-clear intentions and unwavering focus on your desires. It's a holistic win-win, luvlies—one step closer to your desired reality and a serene mind to accompany you on the way.

✧ Avoid Negative Thoughts

—✧✷ Should pesky thoughts plague your day, whispering doubts about your shifting prowess or the attainability of your desired reality, dismiss them swiftly. Toss those negative notions aside and affirm with conviction that shifting is within your grasp, effortlessly attainable. Remind yourself, my dear, that the truth of the matter is, you CAN shift, no strings attached. Embrace the power of that undeniable fact.

✧ Visualize If You Are Able To

—✧✷ In the vivid tapestry of shifting, lovelies, not everyone is a visual virtuoso, but for those who can, consider it a sparkling extra. Immerse yourself in the fantasy – picture your desired reality self, from the first morning light to stolen kisses with your significant other, even battling otherworldly beasts or conjuring spells. It's not just seeing; it's feeling every heartbeat of that alternate reality as if it's your reality right now. Paint the scenes with your emotions, and let the magic unfold.

•—✧✷ Well, shifters and spiritual baddies, that's a wrap on today's shifting tips extravaganza! If the shifting mysteries still boggle your brilliant mind, fear not—I'm your oracle, ready to spill the tea. Questions? Fire away, and I'll dazzle you with the answers. Now, luvlies, my fingertips are tapping out, freshly adorned in divine nails. Buh-bye for now, luvlies. Until next time! 💋✨

Xoxo, Hana.

back to masterlist —❥ 🖤

back to front page —❥ 💙

1K notes · View notes