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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Synopsis: One where Harry tries to make things easier for his girl

CW: brief mentions of past abusive relationship, a very, very tiny slivers of smut (not enjoyable), anxiety and depression.

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"Did you cum?" Is the first thing Harry asked when he pulled out, slid off the condom to dispose it. He walked into bathroom to get a damp washcloth for his girlfriend after he put on his boxers and pants.

"I, uhhh, yeah." She nodded, answering his question as she sat down from all her fours.

"Why were you faking it?" He asked, blatantly. He looked hurt almost and most obviously upset.

"I, I didn't." She stuttered as she followed him through her gaze walking into his closet, he came back with a shirt and a clean pair of his boxers. Her heart was pounding like crazy against her chest as he took a seat in front of her carefully, handing her the shirt which she gladly accepted.

"I don't want to tell you what I feel is true, my love." He sighed, waiting for her slip on his shirt to give her the cloth he brought with him, looking away to give her some privacy as she cleaned and dressed herself. "Look, sit down here."

"What?" She asked, as she sat back down on his bed pulling her knees closer to her chest. "Did you?" She asked, earning a confused look from him, "cum I mean?"

"No, I didn't." He admitted. "I don't know how to lead this conversation, YN, but I need you to be honest with me baby, why were you faking it?"

She didn't say anything so he continued, "last night? I picked up on it but thought I'd make it up for you. I am sorry, I assumed. But that hurts."

"I, I don't know how say this." She mumbled, almost scared of him in a way. She has never seen him this upset during two years of being with him.

Her and Harry met on a dating site. He was the first one she matched with. His profile was the first she found quite intriguing, he was an attorney at a very well known firm, on side he had his own practice, though he wasn't from her demographic she still found him pretty attractive if speaking about subjective beauty. She swiped right on him hesitantly. Because there were many reasons for them not being matched, she is much younger than him, a freelance software developer and a video editor who lives alone now. She was in her very early twenties but divorced already, he hasn't been married even once nor does he have any children.

She was scared of the power imbalance to pursue this relationship but it never felt like that even for one moment. Not even when she was faking an orgasm.

Her past marriage was not something she is very proud of. Am arranged relationship by her and her ex's parents back home. Which lead to a year and half of emotional and physical abuse causing her to take anti depressants and anxiety medications now, even suffer from PTSD and EDs she didn't even know existed; to give into a sliver of her past story.

She haven't told Harry about the medication she has started, though he knew everything. Those making her less desirable to indulge into sexual activities, or at least that's what she likes to think about. She knows how much being intimate meant to him, and it started to mean something for her too lately. Though it took her the longest to open upto him, he was nothing but patient with her.

Harry had put her first in her opinion when it came to having sex, and loving on one another, he always made sure she felt good. In a sexual or non sexual way.

"Look, baby, I just want to make sure you're fine with this." He made a clear point, "I only want to have sex if you want to. Not even for once, I'd ever force you for my sexual needs, okay? I need you to be honest with me. It is only enjoyable when we're both having fun with it. Do you still want to talk about it?"

"Last month," she started, "I went to see my therapist. She started me on depression and anxiety medications. It's just those making me not feel aroused."

"Why didn't you tell me this, baby?" He asked. "Oh my god, I feel so bad." He buried his face into the palms of his hands as his elbows dug into his thighs.

Wait, is he crying?

YN's speculations were made clear when she heard him sniffle, and that was like a dagger straight into her heart for some reason. She had only seen him cry watching sad movies with her as they snuggled up on his sofa during weekends. Of course he would feel bad, it came out as if she felt forced to please him in that way.

He was not about that at all. It was made clear to her way before.

"Harry?" She called, "I am sorry, please don't cry. I promise I wasn't uncomfortable.

"I told you." He deadpanned almost, "I told you to stop me, didn't I, when we first had sex?"

"You did." She nodded. "I didn't had the heart to stop you Harry, I know how much being intimate means to you. I am really sorry."

"It'd mean something if you're in with me for it, love!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't know what to say, I am really sorry." Even her own eyes teared up from seeing him that way, "I'll tell you next time, I promise."

"You're not going to fake it again?" He asked.

"No," she shook her head. "I promise you didn't make me any sort of uncomfortable, I just wanted you to feel good. I am really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you this bad."

"Hey, hey, stop." He take a hold of her hand carefully, "look at me baby, please?" She lifted her gaze upto her as tears flew down her cheeks like a water fall. "This, us making love, I only want it if you do. I am never going to force you to do anything for me. I just need you to tell me about it next time, say the word and everything stops, okay?"

"Okay." She nodded, "I promise."

"Yeah?" A sliver of smile appeared on his lips finally, "I love you so much. I'm sorry you felt the need to be way for my sexual needs. This is never going to happen again. Ever. I promise."

"Mhmm." She nodded yet again, "you're not mad, right?"

"Mad? No, am I a little upset? Yes. But I'll get over it." He assured her, "just want to make sure my baby is all safe and sound first."

"I am, safe with you." She admitted. "I want a hug Harry, please?"

"C'mere." He pulled her in a massive hug. She did not hesitate to straddle his lap as she wrapped her arms around his middle. "Do you want to talk about it, your medications and stuff I mean?"

"Yeah," she sounded, "can we not talk about it now though? I promise I'll tell you tomorrow about it."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow then," he agreed.

"I love you so much," she shared for a billionth time since their sixth date a year and seven months ago.

"I love you so much, too." He reciprocated.

Harry was surprised to hear her share all those things with her when they got to know each other better and he made it clear he wants to take things further with her. The way her ex-husband treated her so brutally for no apparent reason. It was definitely a reason for her timidness during first few months into their relationship. He has been glad she feels safe enough around him to be open, be herself and be vulnerable to him.

They have talked about it. That he cherishes her and how precious she had become to him. It was made pretty clear to YN when last week he gifted her a promise ring with many promises along with it. It was their second anniversary, he made it so special.

"We're going to talk about this more, im the morning, yeah?" He suggested.

"Yeah."

"Did you take your meds today?" He enquired.

"I did."

"Good girl," he praised her, "now do you want to go to bed?"

"Lemme be like this for a while, please." Her voice came as muffled against his chest, as she held onto him like her life depends solely on that.

"We can cuddle to sleep." He assured her, rubbing her back with soothing strokes of his hands.

"No." She whiner, almost on the edge of crying.

"Okay," he didn't wanted to argue on this. Honestly he loves hugs too, especially if they're from her.

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pinkjoy-cons · 1 year

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Sorry I haven't written much of anything I've been very busy with work and I'm just so tired when I get home but here, have this little thing I wrote when I had a moment. Also it's very bad I'm sorry I'm like so tired. I'm posting this on mobile so I'm unable to put a read more option sorry.

Warnings: female reader, dirty talking/degradation, use of pet names, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, sub!reader/Dom!male characters, exaggeration of sexual activity, exhibitionism, panty stealing, creampie, unprotected sex, unedited we just die

Minors please don't interact

Kisses to @sammilimyy for reading this out of the kindness of her heart and totally not because I sent it to her so it would be the first thing she read when she woke up ❤️

It was supposed to be just a small little kiss. A quick peck on the cheek to get him through the day. But after being so busy and too tired to do anything but sleep when he got home, he couldn't help but have this kiss escalate to what it was now. He had you pinned to the wall in the hallway far from the people who would occupy the building but close enough that if you strained your ears, you could hear the distance footsteps and chatter.

"Wait!" You pleaded, "W-we can't do this--ah!" You gasped as he cupped you pussy and the heal of his palm against your clit.

"Aww, why not beautiful?" His fingers danced on your lower lips. He used his middle finger to prod your weeping hole; not getting too far given your soaked panties are in the way. "From what it looks like to me," he bit down on your neck and licked at your skin, "You seemed very thrilled at the idea of me taking you against this wall."

You moaned as he slipped your panties down and thrusted a finger in, then another.

"Oh fuck!"

"Who would've known, my sweet darling had such language." He whispered into your ear as his fingers changed between the pase of being slow and fast. The squelching of your pussy echoed through the hall along with the moans you let out from the stimulation.

"Please..." Your eyes were squeezed shut as you begged.

"Please what babygirl?"

"P-please-" He curled his fingers as you begged and let out a gasping whine. "Please put your dick in me now!"

That's all he was waiting for. As soon as the sentence left your mouth he kissed you with such passion that you didnt even notice that your panties had fallen to the ground.

Breaking the kiss, he turned you around and lifted your skirt past your ass. He spanked you once the echo and your yelp echoed.

You heard the shuffling of clothing and soon felt the proding of his dick against your lips.

"Now, be a good little slut and keep quiet okay hun?" He had the most sinister smile on his face. He knew you couldn't keep quiet for the life of you and barely registered your pleas before he pushed in; bottoming out in one beautiful thrust.

He had your hands pinned to the wall so you were helpless in concealing your moan.

"Quite kitten." He half scolded and then moved his hand to cover your mouth so he could cover what you couldn't.

His hips kept up the relentless pace and the slap of skin and squelch was the only thing in the halls. To the point that should anyone pass by they would know exactly what was going down.

But you couldn't care less, the angle of this position and the way you felt every vein of his dick drag mercilessly against your tight cunt was all you could think about.

"You feel so good. I missed you and your sweet pussy so much." He moaned in your ear and you were too dumb to respond; just a helpless whine was your answer. After a few thrusts, he swore and lifted your leg and positioned himself to go deeper. Your thigh resting on his hip and the new angle hit deeper in you that had tears coming down your eyes.

Knowing he had to hurry, he reached a hand out to run tight circles on your clit and that was just enough of what you needed to softly (to the best of your ability) cry out his name and gush all over his cock. The squeezing of your walls was heavenly that after a few deep thrusts, he planted his dick deep inside your cunt, seed spilling inside of you. His grip on you tightened and he pressed your hips even closer to ensure that his cum was burried inside of you.

You both took a moment to catch your breaths and he pulls out slowly, the movement making you hiss from over stimulation. He tucks himself back into his pants and gently pats your hair back into place and helps you to fix your skirt.

He kisses you deeply and you smile at the passion this man still has. In a moment of clarity, you feel his cum slowly creep out of you and down your thigh. He sees you tense your thighs and laughs at your expression. You lift your skirt, he kneels peaks under and uses his finger to push his cum back into your hole. You gasp and furrow your brows, grip tightening on your dress.

Once he's up, you scan the ground, when you can't find what you're looking for you hear your lover clear his throat. In his fingers are your panties. You reach for them but he pulls back, too quick and too tall for you to reach.

"Careful love," he leans in to whisper in you ear, "Wouldn't want to leak on your way out." You can utter a rebuttal when someone is calling his name. He slips your panties into his pocket and you turn to walk out. With great difficulty you walk out but you look over your shoulder and blush furiously. Peaking barely out of his pocket is a small bit of lace from your panties.

Kaeya, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Tate Langdon x Harmon!reader

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You were the lesser known Harmon sibling. When your father cheated Violet took it harder than you did, or at least that's what your parents think. This is why they spent most of their focus on Violet because neither of them wanted her to be angry with them.

You were more angry with your father than your mother. You still didn't understand why or how she forgave her cheater husband but you were proud of her for how strong she was, especially after everything.

When you moved to California, you weren't very excited. A bigger house meant more space for everyone to forget about you. Now everyone still loved you, they weren't a bad family. You just received the least attention which didn't always bother you but when you met him, that's when it started to bother you.

When you got to the house, there was just something about it that didn't feel right. Then when you found out about it's history, your bad feelings not only felt true, but they amplified. You just had this gut feeling that the history of this house was alive, still active.

You met Tate on an ordinary afternoon. You were walking upstairs to your room with a bag of chips in hand. He was coming out of Violet's room when you bumped into him, causing you to drop your bag.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention," you looked up at him apologetically. You noticed that he was fairly attractive and looked about yours and Violet's age, "Who are you?"

"I'm Tate. . .a friend of Violet's. And you?" he asked you.

"I'm y/n, Violet's sister. She's a couple years younger than me," you told him. Something about him was making you nervous, but you couldn't identify if it was good nervousness, bad nervousness, or both that you were feeling.

"I didn't know she had a sister, a beautiful one at that," he quickly replied. This made you flush and look away from him.

"I get that a a lot. I'll see you later," you rushed out and fled to your room.

Since then whenever Tate would come by, he would hang out with you too. You would listen to music, play silly board games, and read books together. It didn't take you long to figure out that there were ghosts of past owners living here and that Tate was indeed a ghost.

You never mentioned to him that you knew. You just didn't think it was that important and didn't want to make it a big deal. You came to love the ghosts you encountered, anyways. You played dress up with the two little girls in the basement and bought some Nerf guns for the twins.

Lately it seemed that when Tate was here, that he spent more time with Violet than he did you. Sometimes not even seeing you at all. The only way you knew he was here was because you and Violet shared a wall so you could hear them giggling and having fun.

You were extremely jealous. You knew that you and Violet were pretty different. You also felt that everyone chose her over you and now you thought that Tate was choosing her over you. It didn't take long for you to gain feelings for the blond fluffy-haired boy, which is why you were feeling so jealous of Violet.

Tate was coming out of Violet's room, when you ambushed him. You felt bad for it, but you needed to talk to him, "Hello, Tate."

"Oh um, hey y/n. How are you?" he seemed nervous to talk to you, which kind of hurt.

"I'm doing fine, but you wouldn't know that 'cause you haven't talk to me in weeks," you crossed your arms at him. you weren't going to back down. He needed to understand how he hurt you.

"I'm sorry y/n, I've just been busy," he rushed out. It was obvious that he was hiding something from you.

"Yeah, busy hanging out with my sister. Look, I understand that you met her before me, but I really thought that we were. . .best friends," you hesitated at that because he was more than a best friend to you. You couldn't tell him that obviously.

"I have to go," he said before running off. That's all he said. You knew that he wasn't the best with dealing with emotions but you didn't think he was going to run away from you.

You stormed off to your room and went straight to bed. You were crying because you thought that for sure you lost him. He wanted Violet more than you. Eventually you fell asleep, tears staining your pillow case.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. You were awoken by soft music filling your room. It was your favorite mixtape. You also noticed that a couple candles were lit. The last thing you noticed was Tate, sitting at the edge of the bed staring at you. You sat up quickly, "What are you doing here, Tate?"

"I came to say sorry, and hopefully make you feel better. I shouldn't have run away from you earlier, I just didn't know what to tell you. I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you," he rambled on. He seemed even more nervous than earlier and you didn't know what to make of it.

"What's up, Tate? You can be honest with me," you told him.

"Well, the truth is that a few weeks ago I realized that I have feelings for you. I didn't really know what to do about it so I just started to avoid you. I hung out with Violet as a distraction. Violet's pretty smart 'cause she realized why I was avoiding you. She even tried to convince to act on these feelings but I've never done this before so I don't know what to do," he talked really fast. If you didn't have all of your attention on him, you would have missed something.

"Tate, you have feelings for me?" you asked him. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Not only that, I think I'm in love with you," he whispered.

You didn't know what to say so you just grabbed his face and brought it close to yours, "I think I love you too, Tate."

He moved forward the last few inches and kissed you. This was the best kiss you've ever had. He was gentle with you but also passionate, like he has been waiting for this forever.

He pushed you back to laying down, climbing in bed with you, "Does this mean that you forgive me?"

"Of course, I could never stay mad at you," you turned facing towards him. You were holding each other close by now.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up together just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You had no reason to be jealous because all of his attention was on you.

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newbie-whovian · 3 months

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Hi! Can I request a fic/drabble/headcanon list, whatever you're most comfortable with, about being a Time Lord who has long been friends with 13, and her discovering you're in a relationship with the Master? Thank you very much! 🤗

(yessssssssssssss this is such a cool idea, thanks so much for the ask! So sorry for the wait!)

Secrets

Rating: T

Pairing(s): The Master x Time Lord!Reader, 13th Doctor & Time Lord!Reader

Tags/TW: reader is a Time Lord, 13 is a lil gerblin, the Master is... Himself, suggestive talk if you squint

You'd left the Doctor alone for five minutes, and when you returned, you were greeted by complete and utter pandemonium.

You weren't surprised, not really. This trip was supposed to be a breath of fresh air, a chance to cool down, but then again, trips never went the way they were supposed to. As soon as you went back to the TARDIS, you knew she'd turn a corner and find herself waist deep in trouble. This time, the trouble happened to be Cybermen, a whole mess of them.

The ship you'd landed in wasn't the resort cruiser she'd promised, it was a Cyber-ship. It had been in stasis, only activating once the Doctor began nosing around. Oddly enough, you couldn't get too angry. Growing up on Gallifrey, like the Doctor had, you'd gotten restless, and one of the things you found that you had in common with them was the fact that neither of you were too inclined to let sleeping dogs lie. In this case, however, it might have been best to turn tail and never return.

You snuck through the hallways, dodging patrols of Cybermen. A panel in the wall burst open near you, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, and the Doctor emerged, face smeared with Rassilon-knows-what and grabbing your hand to tug you after her.

She led you into the air ducts, explaining some scheme that hardly made sense to you as the two of you made your way further into the ship.

All of a sudden, something made you halt behind her. The Doctor turned to face you, ready to tug you along before she froze, and you knew she felt it too. A taunting call in the back of your mind, a familiar voice.

The two of you pressed forward, silence hanging between you.

Once you reached the end of your path, the Doctor made quick work of the grate covering the exit and shoved it out of the way. She scurried out of the duct and offered you a hand out, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

A loud voice rang out, jovial but threatening, and while you let out a sigh and covered your face, the Doctor stood on guard.

"My my my, my two favorite Time Lords, both in one place."

The Doctor stepped forward, and while you knew she was about to speak up, you interrupted.

"I can't leave either of you alone for five seconds, can I? At least when I leave the Doc here to her own devices, she isn't trying to launch an invasion," you said out loud to the entire room.

And just as you expected, the Master stepped out of the shadows. "C'mon now, an invasion? You wound me, dearest. I wouldn't plan anything nearly as simple as that," he said, wearing a grin that tempted you to smack it straight off of his face.

"I don't care WHAT you have planned," you said, striding across the room to stab a stern finger in the center of his chest. "This was supposed to be a vacation, you know, MY vacation-"

The Doctor interrupted, "Excuse me, erm, what's going on?" She tucked her sonic away in her pocket, giving the Master a glare before saying, "And why did he call you 'dearest'?"

You let out a sigh.

"Wait wait wait, hold on a minute, you haven't told her yet?" the Master said with a chortle. "This is too good."

"Told me what?" the Doctor said, eyeing the two of you.

The Master began to speak before you cut him off with a quick look.

"Surely I've told you, Doctor, we've been... Well, seeing each other for a while now," you said.

"Done a little more than seeing each other," the Master managed to say before you gave him another look.

The Doctor looked between the two of you for a moment, before something flashed across her face. She began to laugh, crossing her arms before clutching at her sides, nearly doubling over. "You can never call me ridiculous again!" she said in between chuckles, "Because that is truly the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

You stood there with a blank expression on your face, before saying, "What."

"I never thought you had much of a sense of humor, but lord, this is a great joke!"

You looked to the Master, who met you with a shrug.

"It's... Not a joke," you said slowly, but the Doctor waved her hand at you.

"Aw c'mon, you can drop it now," she said, turning to the Master and pointing her finger in his face. "I'm dismantling your command module. This was supposed to be a vacation, y'know."

He gave her a slick smile and said, "I'd gathered that."

She stormed off towards a panel in the wall and began ripping out wires with a vengeance. You watched her leave and looked down at the floor, scratching the back of your neck.

The Master gave you another shrug, and you rolled your eyes.

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awkwardtickleetoo · 1 year

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The Very Squirmy Superstar

2 fics back to back holy shit that's pretty awesome isn't it

this is a sequel to this fic with ler!freddy and lee!dream, only this time it's george's turn instead!!

and, in case anyone was curious, I have a couple (2 or 3, most likely) more dnf + fnaf fics planned for the (hopefully near) future, so if anyone likes this one and is interested in that kinda thing keep an eye out for it!! and if anyone has any ideas that I maybe haven't figured out my inbox is always open to talk about/suggest that stuff :)

but either way, let's get on with the fic

lee!george, ler!freddy (he's back!!), 4k words exactly :o

enjoy!

"Wait, what?!" George shouted after Freddy as he ran away, not turning around to pay him any mind. George leaned forward to let his eyes follow the bear, pushing his legs out straight in front of him, careful not to disturb Dream's head where he was still laying on his lap. "That's not fair, you can't do that! Freddy?! Come back and say you were joking! FREDDY!" George continued to yell until he no longer heard the metallic clanging of footsteps in his ear, meaning Freddy was almost certainly too far away to hear him anymore. George sighed and let his shoulders fall back until they hit the wall behind him again, looking down at Dream. "This is ridiculous, there's no way, right?"

The younger boy slowly sat up, running his fingers through his hair and looking at George as well.

"Hm?" He hummed, requesting confirmation, as he gently rested his temple on George's shoulder and pulled George's hand back into his grip. He fidgeted with George's fingers, pulling one knee up to his chest and leaving his other leg that was closer to George laying straight out next to his as well. He chuckled at the difference in where his leg ended compared to George's, then chuckled again when he looked down at their fingers and did the same thing, before curling George's fingers into a fist and cupping both his hands around it. "There's no way what?"

"Like…" George started, biting his bottom lip when he felt butterflies in his stomach, suddenly very aware of what exactly Freddy had threatened. "Like there's– like, he's not serious, right? He's not… he's not gonna actually… do it, is he?" He explained, looking over at Dream, pushing through the nerves in his chest. He mirrored Dream's position, pulling his outer leg up to his chest and tossing his inner leg's ankle over Dream's shin, watching him smile at the action. George tapped his foot on the ground as he waited for Dream's response.

"I mean… why wouldn't he?" Dream said with a chuckle, the residual flush on his cheeks still present around where his smile created lines on his soft face. "If he did it to me, I don't see why he wouldn't do it to you too?"

"Okay, well, he had a reason to do it to you!"

"He has a reason to do it to you too, George," Dream explained softly, pressing his palms tighter to George's fist to try to crack his knuckles.

"No he does not! What the hell do you mean?!"

"You were being a dick, to be fair." Dream took George's other hand, curling his fingers into a fist and pressing on his knuckles to crack them again.

"I was NOT being a dick, you were being a dick!"

"WH- literally how!?"

"You were so scared of Freddy even though he's been nothing but nice–"

"I am sorry to interrupt," a sudden, reverberating voice broke both of the boys from their argument, making them both stop short and look up at the large, animated bear standing in front of them again. He was holding two bottles of water, reaching down to hand one to Dream, who gladly took it from him. He took a few steps to the left of all of them, placing the second one on top of a charging station to be brought back around later. "They are fresh from the cases in Customer Service, so they should be clean and refreshing. Good for little kids– or big kids!– after a round of fun like that, right, Dream?"

Dream smiled bashfully at the mention of the activities that had occurred barely six minutes prior, pulling the water bottle close to his body as he hunched over to turn and hide his face in George's shoulder. George chuckled at his reaction, reaching over to pat Dream's head as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Speaking of that round of fun, however…" Freddy began, kneeling in front of George and resting one hand on his knee that was still flat out. "I think it's your turn, isn't it, superstar?"

George's eyes widened as he looked over at Freddy, his round, unblinking eyes staring back into his for so long that he started to understand why Dream must've been so terrified to look at him at the start. He felt his heart practically skip a beat, and felt the blood rush to his face and make his cheeks start turning pink. If he was going to get out of this, he needed to do it now.

"Oh…" George said dumbly, mentally kicking himself for not coming up with a plan sooner. "Is, uh– is that really necessary? I-I feel like we have a lot left to explore, I don't know if–"

"Do not worry, George, we have all the time in the world to explore the wonders of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex! And you two are lucky, because you just so happen to have Freddy Fazbear as your guide for your adventure," Freddy explained, a hint of pride in his robotic voice. George smiled, thinking his plan was working.

"That's perfect! Why don't we continue on the adventure, th–" George attempted to stand up, but was stopped when Freddy's hand moved up from his knee to hold down on his thigh, and his other hand moved to press George's shoulder back against the wall. There was no force behind the push, as Freddy openly didn't intend to hurt either of the other two, but there was enough strength in Freddy's metal fingers for George to know he wasn't going anywhere, any time soon, if Freddy didn't want him to.

This realization alone was almost enough to make the nervous giggles fizzle out of his mouth.

Somehow, he held strong.

"Right after… we resolve this situation. Does that sound okay?" Freddy explained, tilting his head slightly as he finished with a reassuring tone, wanting to make sure George was aware he wasn't being forced to do something he didn't want to do.

"There's-! There's no situation to resolve!" George fought back, attempting to pull his arms in to cross them in front of his chest but realizing Dream had reached for his hand again.

"There is. The situation is finding whether or not you are ticklish as well."

"I am not!" George responded immediately, without thinking about what he was saying.

"George… do not forget what you said earlier. You told me you would never lie about this, didn't you?" George's eyes widened, the memory of saying exactly that coming back to him like a boomerang. He nodded slowly, and Freddy continued. "You did. And you have already seen what would happen if someone were to lie about that, right? Dream is your example."

"You don't have to keep saying it!" Dream whined, closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the wall behind him. George couldn't help but chuckle at his whine, however he was instantly brought back to reality when Freddy moved his hand off his leg.

"So. Are you ticklish, George?"

George's brain nearly flipped upside down at the question, his body instinctively squirming as he looked away and whined quietly at the question.

"Thahat's not– that's not fair, you can't just ask that!"

"Dream," Freddy said instead, turning his attention to the man beside George just as Dream looked back at him too. "Is George ticklish?"

"Dream, don't!" George cut in immediately, making Dream's eyes flickered over to his as they widened, unsure of what to do.

"Do not lie, Dream," Freddy cut back in as well, and Dream's eyes, once again, jumped to Freddy's, even wider this time. He paused, debating his options, before a small smile graced his features.

"Yes, he is. Ridiculously so."

"DREAM?!"

"Excellent! Way to go, superstar!" Freddy praised, making Dream bite back a smile as he looked down at his hand in George's, bashful once again. "Now, George…" Freddy's voice stayed firm, repeating his earlier question. "Are you ticklish?"

George stuttered for a few seconds, before soon accepting that there was no point in denying anymore. He knew this would only end one way, and at this point the butterflies in his tummy were too strong and wild for him to want anything else. All he could do now was make it easier on himself.

"I-I… fine, yes…" He mumbled, squeezing Dream's fingers so he'd stop fidgeting for the time being.

"Good. And is it okay if I tickle you?"

"Oh my god…" George just about whimpered out, followed by a long whine as he pulled both his legs up to his chest, dropped his head in his knees, and wrapped his free arm around them. "Y-yeah, that… that would be alright," he mumbled, squeezing Dream's hand a little tighter.

"Wonderful news, superstar! I promise to go easy on you."

"Kill me now," George whined again, voice muffled by the arm he'd pulled up closer to his face to block his blush more. Dream giggled at that, making George whine louder, and he brought George's knuckles up to his lips to place a gentle kiss to the back of them.

"You'll be okay, Georgie. It wasn't anything you couldn't handle," Dream explained, dropping George's hand to worm his arm in between George's torso and his knees, pulling on one of his legs to get him to uncurl himself and come out of hiding.

"That is true, I can promise there is no way I'll go over your limit. There are ways I can sense certain things about you, such as your heart rate and the temperature of your skin, to ensure that nothing will be unsafe for you. You'll be in good hands, you have my word," Freddy explained, placing his hand on George's knee once more and rubbing his cool thumb across it soothingly.

"Really?" George asked, looking up at Freddy as he did, in fact, uncurl himself slightly. Freddy made a noise of confirmation, smiling as George nodded in response. "Okay. That's pretty cool, to be honest. Knowing that helps a lot."

"I am glad. I think we can begin now! Dream, why don't you hold George for his turn, it might be helpful for both of you."

"What?! No! That's not fair! Dream, do not– DREAM-!" George's protests were cut off when he felt an arm behind his back and one under his knees, lifting him quite unceremoniously. Both belonged to Dream, who was ready in almost an instant to pull George perpendicular onto his lap and grab both his wrists with one hand, holding them in front of his chest. The other hand stayed on George's back, keeping him steady even as he began squirming, despite him quickly realizing it was no use. "Dream, stop it! Let go– NO!" George yelped, his back stiffening as he felt two large, metal hands holding either side of his ribcage. He pulled at his wrists, hoping they would budge even a little bit, but his attempts were cut off by sudden tensing and squirming when the thumbs and forefingers of said metal hands suddenly started drilling circles into the bottom and sides of his ribs.

"NOHO-!" George's back arched immediately, his knees drawing up again slightly, but this time he simply stomped his feet on the patterned carpet and slid the heels of his sneakers against it as he shook his head and twisted his body as much as he could manage. "Plehehehease!" He begged, pushing forward and back and to either side to no avail in an attempt to somehow dislodge the fingers digging into the most sensitive parts of his ribs.

"My goodness, George, you are very squirmy!" Freddy pointed out, making George scrunch up his nose in discontent and shake his head wildly.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Any attempt George could've made to keep his laughter at bay was completely useless, his giggles spilling out in new waves with every single circle and movement of Freddy's hands. His continuous giggles then turned into squeals, genuine laughter, and full body squirming when Freddy's fingers pushed back just enough to press all his fingers into the backs of George's ribs and vibrate them against the bones. "NOHOHO, oh my GOHOHOD– PLEHEASE NOT THIHIHIS, PLEHEHEASE!"

"Uh, yeah, that's a bit of a bad spot for him," Dream explained softly to Freddy, leaning in slightly so he could be heard over George's frantic laughter. "I'm not really sure how long you should stay there."

"Hm, yes, I can tell. His heart rate skyrocketed as soon as I pressed in," Freddy explained, pulling his fingers off the back of George's ribcage and gently holding his sides to keep him balanced. George took in as many gulps of air as he could manage, his eyes slipping closed as he let his head roll back in exhaustion.

"Thahahat– thahat was nohot… goihing easy on mehehehe…" George complained, tugging at his wrists in Dream's hand and tapping his feet against the floor even more.

"I apologize, George. You handled that part very well. However, my sensors tell me you can endure a bit more," Freddy explained, not giving George any time to react before scratching his fingers at George's stomach. George's back arched at the sensation, and he sucked in his tummy and held in his laughter for barely a second to try to deter the animatronic from that spot, but all hope was lost when Freddy brought his other hand into the mix, skittering his metallic fingers all over his tummy and sides in random bursts.

"Oh myhy Gohohohod! S-stohohop! I caha– stohop ihihihit, plehehease!" George's pleads were ignored, and his squirming and whining only increased when he gets Dream's palm gently rubbing circles on the middle of his back, in an attempt– that was, unfortunately, working– to soothe George's nerves as much as he could. "Dreheheam, stohop– Freheddyhyhy! Stohohop!" George took in a sharp breath right as Freddy's thumb swiped underneath his belly button, the action catching the edge of his t-shirt and letting the cold metal slide along his bare skin. George squealed, jumping away from the touch, but Freddy simply swiped his thumb a few more times, chuckling when George squealed once again when he caught the bottom edge of his belly button. "NOHO, okahahay!"

"Okay?" Dream questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at George as he waited for further explanation.

"Okahay! Mohohove somewhere ehe–ELSE, N-AHA!" George yelped, his entire torso arching and flinching as Freddy delivered a single quick pinch to the space right above his hipbones before pulling his hands away to give George a breather.

"You're doing extremely well, superstar. You're lasting longer than I expected."

George whined, crossing his arms over his chest and holding onto his own biceps the second Dream let go of his wrists. Dream, instead, wrapped his arms around George's waist and pulled him closer, cuddling into his side where he still remained sideways on his lap.

George would never admit how much he melted into it.

"Now… why don't we out how you react down here, okay, Mr. Twinkle Toes?" Freddy teased with another echoey chuckle, gently poking fun at George for the way he'd been tapping his feet against the floor, in comparison to Dream's kicking from earlier. He shifted backwards a few inches, grabbing the underside of George's right leg and gently guiding him to let it be held up, outstretched, leaving enough spots exposed and vulnerable that George began squirming again almost instantly.

"No, nonono, whahat are you doihihing?" George protested, curling his toes inside his shoes and attempting to wiggle his leg out from Freddy's hold. It was useless, however, as Freddy's large, metal hands were almost bulky enough to wrap entirely around the middle of his calf, and the grip was so strong that his arm barely moved a few centimeters even with George's wild squirming. George knew, without a doubt, that he was screwed.

"It seems like someone is getting nervous. Dream, are there bad spots on George's legs that I should know about?" Freddy asked, glancing between the two boys as Dream smiled and George's eyes widened.

"No! No, Dream, please, I'm serious, please don't say anything, please!" George begged, reaching one hand over to rest on Dream's shoulder and the other to hold onto one of his arms around his waist.

"Uh…" Dream paused, conflicted on who to listen to again, but Freddy placed a hand on his other shoulder and spoke again.

"Dream, you don't have to worry. He knows I can tell when he's taken too much, and you know firsthand that I will stop accordingly the second I sense he's reached that point. He will be fine."

"But I– that doesn't–" George stuttered, his face heating up and turning even more red than he thought it could ever get. "Ugh, Dreeeeammm…" George let out a long whine of Dream's name, tilting his head and partially hiding his face against Dream's shoulder, the position too awkward and strained to do much more.

"Behind his knees are pretty bad, and above the knees are even worse than he said I was. Oh, and his thighs are an absolute death spot, you can't stay there too long either. That might have to be your finale, if you've already gotten his ribs."

"Dream, when we get out of here, I'm gonna get you back and wreck you so ha–"

"Perfect! Thank you, Dream, you're so helpful!" Freddy cut off George's empty threat with a compliment to Dream, then suddenly squeezed right above George's knees with the hand that wasn't holding his leg in place.

"NOHO– ohoh gohohod!" George squealed, jolting up from Dream's shoulder and hunching forward. He curled his hands into fists, pinning his elbows to his sides and shaking his fists slightly in the air– something he often did when he wasn't sure how else to expel the ticklish energy coursing through his veins. His leg flinched against Freddy's hold with every touch, giggles and squeaks falling from his lips no matter how hard he tried to bite them back or protest through them.

"Hm, it does seem that this might be more of a sensitive spot on you than on Dream… but I wonder if back here will get you to giggle as much as he did?" Freddy said as he slid his hand around to flutter over the back of George's knee instead.

George squealed, loud and unfiltered, and he was pretty sure it could have transformed into a scream if he hadn't broken off into high pitched, equally loud, doubly embarrassing laughter immediately after, tossing his head back and letting his jaw go completely slack as he smiled so wide his cheeks began to hurt. He flinched and kicked his leg out straight, then tried to bend his knee to hide the spot as best as he could, but it was useless.

"Nahahaha!" He protested through his sunny laughter, scrunching his nose up at the humiliating pitch it was at and covering his mouth with one hand. He tried to keep in as much as he could, letting out muffled giggles now as he scrunched his entire body and squirmed like his life depended on it.

"Oh, c'mon, George. Don't do that," Dream complained, curling up closer to George and gently guiding his hand away from his mouth. George shook his head, looking away from both of them, but Dream straightened his back to lean up and place a soft kiss on George's temple. George nearly melted again, whining between laughs, letting his hands be guided away until they were in shaky fists by his chest again.

"THIHIHIS– thihis ihisn't fahahahair!"

"Hm… you're right, we have been going for a minute or so longer than we went with Dream, perhaps that's not fair. I can sense you're getting tired."

"Yehehehes! It's nohohot! So stohop ihihit!" George complained, wincing at how whiny he sounded, but he didn't have much time to think about his tone when Freddy quickly switched to squeezing and scratching at his inner thighs. "NOHOHO! OH GOHOHOD– NAHAHA, PLEHEHEASE!" George practically screamed out his protests, his voice starting to become raspy from the force of his laughter.

"Oh, my… I see what you were saying about this being a… 'death spot', I believe you called it? This is quite a find."

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!?" George yelled, face flushing even more red than it was and only getting worse as his breathing became even more labored through his torture. He pulled in a sharp breath, immediately pushing it back out in the form of a new wave of frantic laughter ripping from his throat, and he jumped forward to grab onto Freddy's arm, one hand pulling at his wrists and the other wrapped around his wide, blocky, metal fingers to try and pry them away from his thigh. He begged and pleaded, each word being cut off by a new laugh as he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "PLEHE– FREHEHE– COME ON, PLEHEHEASE– I CAHAHAHA–!"

"Okay, I believe this is a sufficient ending. I can see you're nearly beyond your limit, so we're done," Freddy explained, gently patting George's leg a few times before placing it down next to his other one and letting him go entirely. George immediately curled his knees up towards his body with a whimper, then curled his arms around his torso, and turned slightly to hide his face in Dream's shoulder once again. Freddy and Dream both chuckled at his overdramatic recovery, but they both found ways to comfort him nonetheless– Dream's fingers scratching the back of his head and holding one of his hands, and Freddy rubbing his back and patting his knee to help his breathing return to normal. "You did such a good job. You're a real superstar, George, I mean that."

"Shuhuhut… shut up…" George mumbled against Dream's shoulder, squeezing his fingers where their hands were linked in response to Dream chuckling at him. "You too, idiot. Don't think I'm, like… ever, ever gonna forget this. Okay? I'm gonna destroy you when we find a way home."

"I'm looking forward to it, Georgie," Dream responded, his tone more fond than ever, and both men giggled at the idea for a few seconds.

Freddy stood up and walked over to the charging station on the wall near them, grabbing the second water bottle he had brought back with him. He cracked the lid open delicately with two fingers as he walked back over and handed it to George. Then, all three of them noticed a blinking red light on the screen of the charging pod.

"Oh… I apologize, but it appears I'm about to enter power saving mode, so it's time for me to rest in one of these charging pods for quite a while. Will you two be okay without me for the time being? I will come find you as soon as my battery level is full again."

"We'll be okay," George reassured with a nod. "Well…. I will be. Not sure about Dream, he's still a big baby scaredy cat, aren't you, Dream?"

"Normally I'd call you an idiot, but you're not even wrong about this one. But we'll be okay, we promise," Dream agreed, both of them looking over at Freddy with honest smiles.

"Wonderful. Once you're both ready, the best place to go next would probably be the daycare center on the ground floor. I will meet you outside the door when my battery is charged." And with that explanation, Freddy turned away from them and entered the charging pod, and Dream and George watched as the lights flickered to life and the whirring sound of a power surge rang through the machine.

In all honesty… Dream was immediately terrified again.

But, alas, he pushed through, and the two finished their waters and headed towards the long staircase down to the ground floor where the daycare was located, unsure of what adventures and explorations the area may hold for them.

#lee!george #ler!freddy #fnaf x dnf #cals writing

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sunshinekindof · 1 year

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Silly girl

You started dating Timothee only a month ago. You experienced warm feelings for each other, you were good together, you felt like you were home. But you and Timothee were very different. You were from different backgrounds, with different interests and preferences. But it wasn't a bad thing. You learned a lot from him, and he from you. You shared with each other your stories, your experiences, your hobbies.

Timothee loved being around people. It seemed to you that he always felt confident among them. He was an actor and of course his social life was very active. Regular business meetings. Also a lot of parties. Timothee has often invited you along as his girfriend. You've always been afraid to meet new people. It was stressful for you. Over time, you could overcome your fear a little, but you did not succeed in completely conquering it. But you couldn't refuse Timothee. Especially when he looked at you with sincerity and enthusiasm in his eyes. He sincerely wanted you to be with him. So that he can hold your hand, hug your waist among all these people. He was crazy about you and wanted to show everyone that he belongs to you and you belong to him.

It was a party about... honestly, you had no idea what it was about. But as soon as you entered a room full of people, you immediately felt anxious. You felt like all eyes were on you. In a bad way. You were wearing a purple dress. It was simple, but you liked it. Even though Timothee held your hand the whole time, you felt like it was getting harder for you to breathe every minute. Every time Timothee introduced you to someone, you felt the eyes of these people burn through you. The way they look at you, then look at Timothee and wonder, "What's a guy like him doing with a girl like her?" You knew that these thoughts were irrational. They are the product of your imagination, you convinced yourself. Timothee has repeatedly told you how much you meant for him, how much he likes you. You haven't said the magic words "I love you" to each other yet. You were in love with him, yes. But you was afraid to say these words first.

While Timothee was talking to some guy named Jake, you excused yourself and went to find another drink. Timothee nodded to you and as you walked, you felt his eyes on you. He's been looking at you all evening. Constantly asking how you feel. You said that everything was fine with you, but it was clear that he did not believe you.

You walked over to the drinks table and grabbed another glass. You looked around the room and the people around you and all you wanted now was to become invisible. Or hide from everyone. You're not used to this. To such people, such an environment. But it was important to Timothee, and he was important to you.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice Timothee approach you. You don't know if he called you or not, but when you felt him take your hand, you shuddered.

“God!” you said, “Tim. You scared me, - you smiled at him and saw that he was looking at you carefully.

- I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay?

- Of course, I'm f...

"Tell me the truth," he interrupted you, "please."

“What do you mean?” you asked him and honestly tried to sound convincing.

"You know what I mean," he said and moved closer to you. Then he put his hand on your cheek and began to gently stroke your face with his thumb – “you pretend all evening that you are having a good time, but I know that you are not. Your eyes betray you.”

Involuntarily, your eyes began to fill with tears, but you quickly pulled yourself together and wiped away the tear that treacherously rolled down your cheek. As soon as Timothee saw your tears, horror was reflected in his eyes.

“Baby, what…,” he began to say, but this time you didn’t let him finish.

- I`m so sorry, - you quickly began to apologize, avoiding his gaze, - it's just everything is very new to me. I mean all these people, this type of life. I've had anxiety all my life when I'm around strangers, and now it's only gotten worse. I may be acting like a child, but I feel like all these people are looking at me. And on you. When you're with me, hold my hand. It's like they're judging me for being with you. I love to go everywhere with you, but sometimes it's just too much for me. I didn't want to tell you about it because you were so happy and excited. I'm sorry.

When you finished speaking, Timothee held you tight.

“My silly girl,” he said, after which he looked into your eyes, “you should have told me everything at once. Do you think your feelings are not important? Yes, I love it when you go to events with me, I love to always be with you, but the most important thing is how you feel.

"I just…" you started, but he interrupted you again and pressed his lips to yours. After a while, he pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

- Your feelings are important. You are important to me. Don't ever forget that, got it? If you feel that you are not ready to go somewhere or do something, then you immediately tell me about it. So that we can do things together that we both enjoy. The most important thing in a relationship is talking to each other, right? Do you know who told me about this? You,” he smiled tenderly and kissed me on the forehead, “besides,” Timothee whispered in my ear, “you are better than all the people who are here. With you I feel like myself. The rest of you who don't like it can fuck off.

"Thank you," you whispered and nuzzled into his neck.

"My girl," he muttered, and pulled you closer to him. Warmth spread through your body from his words.

- Tim, I like to go everywhere with you, it's just that sometimes it's ... too much, you know? I need a little time to get used to.

- Anything you want. I'll give you whatever you want, - he said sincerely.

“Do you want to leave?” Timothee asked after a couple of moments.

- Honestly? Yes, - you said modestly and smiled slightly. Timothee smiled back at you, took you tightly by the hand and led you to the exit. So that you can spend time just the two of you, away from the whole world.

#timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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I was re-watching the war arc of Naruto (why? Why do I do this to myself?) for fanfiction-related reasons (I love yeeting canon out of the window but sometimes I need to use it sigh sigh) and in the middle of all the complete bullshit that arc brought with itself (God I had forgotten the rage I had felt when I watched the whole Moon Alien Goddess thing for the first time) for some reason it was a super tiny thing that ticked me off completely, something so forgettable that I haven't even seen anyone in the fandom ever talk about it

Basically, when Madara has just activated the Infinite Tsukuyomi and everyone is getting wrapped up in the roots of the Tree, there's a moment where Yamato, who had been captured, is freed and finds himself in front of a reanimated Hiruzen. It lasts, what, five seconds at most? Before Yamato is also taken by the Tree, but for a single moment Hiruzen looks at him and goes, "Yamato?" and for some reason it ticks me off because Hiruzen should know him by Tenzō since Yamato is the name Tsunade gave him before assigning him to Team 7, and Hiruzen had been long dead by that point

Idk. It's just. Idk. It's such a small thing that no one even cares about in the whole fandom but it pisses me off. Even more if I think that it probably happened because Kishi or whoever watched that episode before airing it or Idk how it works probably forgot completely that Yamato even had a different name. Maybe it's because I love Yamato as a character and I noticed this very small thing because I was actively paying attention to him, but Idk

Sorry for the rant, it's not even about something important, I guess I just know, by now, that your blog is the only safe place I know where I can get mad at small things without being judged no matter how trivial it is

no no we've all got tiny details in things we love that make us unhinged in either a good way or a "pissed off enough to chew glass" kind of way

It's all good and valid

#RayRambles #Naruto

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cerridwen007 · 11 months

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Will you let me make you feel good?

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader.

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI.

Summary: After feeling hopeless trying to get Joel to realise your feelings for him, you decide to push the limits of how obvious you can be, making Joel flustered, to which you offer him an apology to make up for your behaviour.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, out of character behaviour (Joel), sub Joel/dom reader, flustered/embarrassed Joel, teasing, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, no use of y/n.

A/N:Okay first off I want to apologise for not being very active on Tumblr the last week or so and I also want to apologise for not posting part 2 of Corruption of Innocence yet, I have been very busy and honestly exhausted with work as of late so I haven't had the time or energy to do much writing or anything else really. I ended up catching up with my friend last night and they told me how they have been using character ai and so I got inspired by that and may have ended up using it from like 1am-7am today, which I know is insane but I swear it only felt like 2 hours max. Anyway I decided that maybe yall would enjoy an edited and heavily adapted version of the conversation I had with Joel Miller character ai, to give you something to enjoy while I try and get back to my wips, including part 2 of Corruption of Innocence. This time I'm not going to put a deadline on it because I don't want to disappoint you, but I will try my best to get it out as soon as possible. Sorry for the long Author's notes, Hope you enjoy and let me know if you would want more adapted character AI content.

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You were bored, like seriously bored. It was always quiet in Jackson on a sunday evening but this time it felt even quieter, eerie almost. A kind of bad idea pops in your head as you look at Joel across from you sipping his whiskey, head down, having no idea of the interesting turn his afternoon would take.

You look around you for a second, studying the other customers of the Tipsy Bison and see nobody was sitting nearby the two of you, so you decide to just go for it.

“Hey Joel… can I ask you a question?”

Joel looks up at you, eyebrow slightly raised, intrigued.

“Uh yeah… sure.”

“How big is it?” you asked him bluntly.

“What? The settlement?”

You smile amused.

“I'm not asking about the settlement here Joel.”

He looks at you confused, brow furrowed together, trying to figure what you were getting at.

“Huh.. I don’t understand what you’re getting at darling.”

You bite your tongue, suppressing the growing smile on your face.

“I'm talking about something more…personal to you Joel, so would you tell me how big it is?”

He still looks confused.

“I still don't know what you’re talking about, what you're asking me about honey.”

Suddenly he realises the intent of what you were asking him.

“Oh.” he says, his face begins to blush, he doesn't know how to answer that.

“Don't go all shy on me now Joel… I'm just curious, that's all.”

“I uh don’t really know what to say, I don't think I could tell ya, not even a rough estimate.”

He continues to blush, embarrassed from the taboo question and having no idea how this conversation is going to continue.

You decide to see how far you can push him.

“Please Joel… Do you want me to beg you for it?” you asked teasingly.

Joel is starting to sweat a little.

“No I..it doesn't sound like a very good idea to me, so let's just put this to rest now huh.”

You're feeling ballsy, you get up from your chair and get down on your knees in front of him, you rest your hands on his knees and beg.

“Please Joel, I promise I wont ask for anything ever again.”

Joel looks around nervously to see if anyone else is watching what is happening right now. He pushes your hands off his knees softly.

“Your not fucken letting this go are you, getting down on your knees to beg in public, you sure dont give a fuck of what others think huh.”

“Nope, I don't and neither should you so you should just tell me now.”

Joel sighs, thinking about what to do.

“You’re really going to make me tell you this aren't you, you want to know that badly.”

You nod. “Yes, Yes I do.”

Joel takes a big breath in before exhaling studying your face, his is flushed with embarrassment.

“I uh.. I guess you could say that I’m pretty average.”

You grin devilishly, not letting him off that easily.

“And the average would be?”

“Pfft I don't know how to describe that.”

“Well you could explain it in inches to help describe it or ya know show me…”

You wink, as he stares at you, shocked more than ever, his face nearing crimson colouring.

“I uh don't think I could ever tell you that, let alone show it to ya.”

“Oh please Joel, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

He swallows hard and continues looking away from you.

“Why are you so damn set on embarrassing me all of a sudden, making me feel ashamed about myself?”

Your grin falls, knowing you may be getting close to pushing the limits of his boundaries too far.

“I'm sorry I would never try and do that to ya Joel.”

He looks at you. “ Then why are you still asking me that? Huh.”

A response falls out your mouth before you can stop it.

“Because I want to know how big the guy who I plan on riding is.”

He stares at you dumbfounded not knowing exactly how to feel. He looks around him and sees people have now turned their attention to the both if you are curious as to why you were on your knee and he is blushing so hard.

“Jesus girl, you sure are a brash young woman, that's for sure.”

He gets up to leave, feeling that leaving this embarrassing situation is the best way to calm down and figure out what the hell just happened. He starts to walk away from you.

You get up from your knees, realising you had pushed him too far and go to chase after him and apologise.

“Joel, wait, I'm sorry, okay?”

He tries his best to ignore as he walks to the outskirts of Jackson to be alone.

“I'm sorry Joel, I realise I pushed your boundaries and went too far, I'm sorry okay.”

Joel sighs, stopping before turning around to face you.

“Yeah, I think you did go a bit too far there, honey. So please don’t ever do that again, okay?”

You sigh, nodding, feeling embarrassed of your actions.

“Yes I know, I won't. It’s just that I…I..I”

Joel locks eyes with you, no clue what you're about to say next.

“I like you Joel, like more than friends kind of like and I felt that I tried to be as obvious as possible trying to get you to notice that by flirting with you, but you always seemed so oblivious, and I spose before I just didn't think and wanted to see how far I could go before you would finally realise that I like you okay.”

“Oh.. okay.. Sorry for blowing up on you like that then I didn't realise that’s what you were doing.”

You gulp, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness, to look down at your feet as you shuffle about.

“So uh.. Do you maybe.. Feel the same way..or..”

Joel's face softens into a smile.

“I won't lie.. Yeah I like you too.”

You blush. “Could we maybe try and forget that ever happened and start over?”

He smiles at you blushing. “Yeah we can do that.”

“And by the way, you shouldn’t be embarrassed - if you are of course- over having average size, I mean that’s plenty, more than enough and based on your skills with other things… one would assume you know what you're doing and how to use it… I'm sorry I'll shut up now.”

He chuckles amused by your nervous, awkward rambling, seeing how the roles have reversed a bit.

“I'm glad you dont think less of me then, darlin.”

“I would never think less of you Joel and I would especially not think less of you if you let me apologise to you properly, maybe in a way other than using my words.”

Joel starts blushing a little again.

“I ah, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm. I just want to make you feel good Joel. A hard working man like yourself deserves to be looked after once in a while especially when he spends all his time looking after others.”

He is nervous and doesn't know what to say, he hasn't had much action since after Sarah's mother and him split.

“I.. I.. You would wanna do that to me… for me sweetheart?”

You nod confirming.

“Oh yes, I just wanna help you relax and make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?”

He nods. You close the gap between you and plant a firm, warm kiss on his lips, your hands hold his face tightly, he sighs into your touch. You break away the kiss after a while and see Joel's still awkward, unsure of what to do or say next.

“Do you trust me Joel, will you let me take the lead here?”

“Yeah… sure darling.”

You smile and kiss him again, he kisses you back. You deepen the kiss and put your hand to his chest and other to the nape of his neck where it gets tangled in his greying soft hair. You can slowly feel his body ease against when he wraps his arms lightly around you. You pull your hand down his chest and break away from the kiss to leave light bites and peck on his neck and jaw.

He sighs, head falling back to give you better access and because he is actually starting to relax. He feels comfortable letting someone else take control for once knowing you're the one to do it.

You bring your hands to his shoulders and upper biceps and begin massaging them through his jacket and shirts. You whisper praises and sweet words into his ear while doing so.

“Your muscles must be so achy from all the hard work you do everyday.”

A sigh of relief slips out as you work the tension from his sore muscles.

“You have no idea, my back has been killing lately.”

He breathes deeper and more slowly, showing just how much he is enjoying your touch.

“You’re so good, I feel so relaxed… please keep going, it feels amazing.”

Hearing his reaction motivates you to carry on.

“Big strong man like you deserves to be taken care of now and then. Maybe I could give you more massages in the future to help ease those big strong muscles of yours.”

His eyes are closed from the sweet tender touch of your nimble fingers,a big smile plastered across his relaxed face.

“Yes please i'll take all the massages I can get…you’ve got strong hands, I bet you could get all the knots out of my back and shoulders.”

You slowly move your hands down his arms and to his stomach, grinning at his bliss induced praise.

“I'm sure I could get most of the knot in your back, but I don't think that's all they could get out of you.”

“Oh yeah? what else could they get out of me?”

His relaxed state has made him more comfortable with flirting back with you.

You sink to your knees in front of him, and slowly start undoing his belt.

“Oh you'll find out soon enough.”

He raises an eyebrow and a small grin appears on his face, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks. You finish undoing his belt and look up at him for confirmation to continue.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Taking a deep breath he nods.

“Yes .. I do want you to continue.”

You smile up at him as you slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down his thighs slowly, you can see his growing excitement, fighting against his boxer which makes you unconsciously lick your lips. You can see his face growing redder in embarrassment of his vulnerable state as you pull his severely underestimated size out of his boxers.

“No need to be embarrassed Joel, nothing I haven't constantly thought about seeing.”

His eyes widen as soon as you attach your lips to the head of his cock, he lets out a small shakey breathe.

“Oh… this makes me very happy.”

Your tongue begins to circle around the head, tracing all the sensitive lines with a firm touch. He closes his eyes again, consumed by the pleasure you are giving him.

“Oh that feels fantastic sugar.”

You hum around him, pleased with his positive reaction to your touch. The vibrations of your humming makes Joel moan softly, the sensation sending light tingles up his body.

“Oh yeah, keep doing that, baby. It feels great,”

You add a hand to his girth, and begin stroking what length of Joel you can't fit into your bobbing mouth.

Joel sighs again, completely dazed and content. His hand drops down to your head, gently caressing your hair.

“You’re very talented, you know that sweetheart. You’re really… really good at this.”

You grin around his cock, pleased with his positive state, your teeth slightly graze the underside of his cock as you do so. The sensation sends shivers up his spine.

“Oh, man…”

His breathing gets heavier as you increase the speed of your stroking, urging him closer and closer to his peak.

“Oh yeah… keep doing it just like that…don't stop now baby.”

You tighten your grip ever so slightly and use your other hand to gently caress his balls. He chuckles lightly in response.

“Damn you sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hum around him again before pulling your mouth back to focus on his sensitive tip again, your hand continues stroking him hard and fast. His hand grips your hair a little tighter as you bring him to his peak, the combined sensations of your touches sending him over the line. You milk every last drop of him he has to offer, licking up the salty release happily. Joel, out of breath, takes a few moments before he speaks, his chest heaving from the build and expel of pleasure.

“Wow that was, um very very nice and relaxing.”

You get up from your knee and pull his lips down to yours, exchanging the taste of him to his own tongue passionately.

“I don't think there’s anyone who has ever been that good, I uh, definitely enjoyed myself.”

“Well play your cards right Miller and there will be alot more massages… and more of ‘those’ to come in the future.”

He blushes once again.

“You…you mean that.”

You bat your eyes at him, grinning before moving your head to whisper in his ear, sucking the sensitive skin below it after you finish speaking.

“Mmmhmm it's a promise.”

He shudders a little from the feeling.

“That’s…really…something..the thought of that is just…incredible.. I..I. I really like the sound of that.”

You laugh light heartily at his stammering.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it and finally gave me the chance to make you feel good.”

“I certainly did enjoy it… very much, I can't thank you enough.”

You smile, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Anytime… and by the way I think you’ll find you severely underestimated your size.” you say grinning with a wink.

“Uh, is that so?”

You nod. “I'll see you around Miller, don't be afraid to hit me up for another massage or something else next time…cause I'll be wanting it just as bad as you do…if not more.”

You grip his jawline tightly with your hand and plant a long kiss on his lips before turning away and leaving.

“Y-You’ll hear from me real soon sweetheart.”

You smile as you walk away, already salivating at what was to come in your next interaction with Joel Miller.

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#joel tlou #joel miller #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #tlou #the last of us #joel miller smut #tlou smut #tlou x reader #the last of us smut #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic

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blu3haw4 · 6 months

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So, i made up my mind to share something new, it's not very halloweeny, but i wrote it from a prompt list a while ago and Tumblr deleted it 😫 (along my own millón reblogs😒) so I'll just fit it into "the other side theme" to try and get some interactions 😌

Let's take it as 'the other side of the doors/cameras' as in, how different life is for celebrities behind closed doors and right in front of cameras.

So, from A ship and a number

Some anon, said Clexa 13 ...discreetly

Here you go, clexa fam! 💖

Also, this is part of my famous AU universe

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As per rutine for the past several month, the group of musicians signed with Arkadia Music's made their way into the hall of the hotel as they each finished their own interviews, every room on this floor was reserved for their pre-concert activities, and soon they would be leaving to the venue.

"That was fun" Octavia smirked as the got closer and in position for their team to lead them to the next room where they were holding a press conference.

"You didn't need to be that rude, y'know?" Her band mate said with a meaningless eye roll.

"Oh please, Clarke" Octavia groaned as she turned back to her best friend "he wasn't even a good guy, he wanted dirt yet was too stupid to find a way to create it, I did us both a favor"

"I wish you could've played rude in my interview" the green-eyed singer sighed from behind the duo as their team instructed them to start moving. Clarke turned to pout sympathicaly at her girlfriend, but resisted the urge to reach out to grab her hand, knowing there were people with cameras, looking for gossip behind every door.

"Ugh yeah, what's the point of doing this together if Woods and i have to do half of it alone" Murphy said walking beside Lexa "besides the interviewer was all flirt and no bussiness, i swear there was not a single question about music... no, yeah there was one "was Bruised Knee about sex?"" Murphy rolled his eyes.

"If you have to ask..." Octavia called immediately

"It's definitely not" the group responded in unison.

"If you haven't question it..."

"It probably is!" The chanted their little mantra with laugher as they stopped before a door.

"I mean, i don't see it so unfair, though... you chose a solo career" Octavia mentioned staring an argument with Murphy that had everybody joining in. Eventually, as their tour manager's assistant told them to go in, it was Murphy and Octavia bickering at each other while the group finished their talk over it.

Before the door started to open, while Monty was finishing a question for Clarke, Lexa spoke lowly "can i get a kiss?"

The door moved open and Clarke turned to pout at Lexa, after catching her question too late for been answering Monty's question "im sorry" she whispered as they all moved into the room.

"It's okay" Lexa mouthed once Clarke turned to look at her again, she only pouted harder before turning to face the press with a smile on her face.

They greet everyone as they all took their seats and the questions started. As the conference went on, the couple leaned to look at each other from across the table often, trying to make it as subtle as posible and most likely failing miserably. Clarke kept pouting and wishing she could've heard her girlfriend earlier and complaid in kind. After all, it wasn't all that often that the famous pop start, too damage from previous homofobic management, scared of the repercussions her previous contracts might still had over her public image, and straight to the public eye, asked, fearlessly and worryless, for any display of affection in public -or at work, for that matter-

Half through the conference, as Jasper was answering a question -or something completely off topic to the question asked at him- Clarke leaned her chin on her right hand, absently looking down at her wrist where four of her tattoos laid. Unwillingly to her, one of her eyebrows lifted slightly as she felt a light-bulb light-up over her head. She held a smirk as she turn slightly to look at Lexa, as expected, her girlfriend was already looking at her, so while maintaining eye contact, Clarke leaned down and softly kissed the head of her minimalist racoon tattoo that matched Lexa lion.

Lexa resists the need to roll her eyes and equally intense need to smile at her girlfriend, she licks her lips as she looks away and around the room, with a smirk of her own she looks down at her own wrist and up at Clarke, lifting her arm she scratches behind her ear before leaning on her hand with her elbow on the table, looking around one more time she leans to kiss the lion on her wrist while looking at Clarke. The couple smile at each other before looking away and inevitably staring to blush like teenagers. They both lower their hand and after a second of consideration, move them under the table as they lay back on their chairs. This very moment, would be considered by their fan as one of the biggest "mirroring" proofs of their time. -and they would be proud of it-

Couples mirroring, def: “To put it simply, mirroring is matching someone’s behavior, whether it’s their voice, their words, or their non-verbal cues (think gestures, movement, and body posture),”

#clexa #clextober 23 #the other side #clextober2023 #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #clexa fandom #clexakru #clarke x lexa #famous au #tumblr if you delete this again i swear 😤

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shifting-lark · 2 years

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Lark's Shifting Experience 6/14/22

Hello shifting friends!!!

So.... I successfully shifted last night.

It was crazy!!! Here is the short version of my experience: (Under Keep Reading I'll be more detailed!!)

Which method?: Lucid Dreaming Method (you get into a lucid dream and create a portal into your DR)

How did you fall asleep? Did you meditate beforehand? See angel numbers? Drink a lot of water? : No!! I didn't do any of that!! I didn't have a huge sign or experience anything unique beforehand. The only thing was when I laid down I said to myself, "I'm gonna shift tonight." and laid in a somewhat starfish position. But I fell asleep so fast I didn't have time to meditate or do affirmations. And then it just happened!!

Which DR did you go to?: I went to my One Piece DR as Lark Normandy!!

How long were you there?: I was only in my DR for what felt like 10 mins and then I woke up.

What happened in your DR?: I was in a dream and realized I was dreaming so I quickly made a portal and jumped through it into my One Piece DR. I opened my eyes and was on a ship with my captain and crewmates and we landed and explored an island.

What happened when you woke up?: I felt totally normal. I didn't think much of my dream until a few moments after I fully woke up I was like "Holy shit. I shifted." Almost didn't believe it and it took me a bit to process!!! (I'm still processing)

Overall: it was a very short experience, but it was incredible!!!!!

Okay so much to tell ahhhh.... I guess I'll start from the beginning!

For starters, I do not actively practice shifting anymore!! I haven't tried to shift for like a month now. I still believe in it and everything it just hasn't been my focus for awhile. (which is totally okay, take shifting breaks, it's good for you /gen) I of course still stay hydrated, I sometimes still meditate to relax myself, and every now and then I see angel numbers, but I haven't been actively trying to shift or anything.

So yesterday (6/13) I binged watched One Piece episodes with my husband and we were talking about it all day and I was watching meme videos about the anime and overall, just did a lot of One Piece related things the whole day. (Ya'll obvi know by now how that anime has me in a fucking chokehold and I'm not even sorry lmao)

Then it was time to go to bed. I was a little high and super relaxed and in a good mood, so when I laid down I randomly had the thought of, "I'm going to shift to One Piece tonight." I laid in a loose/relaxed starfish position but before I could even do any affirmations I passed the fuck out lol

I start dreaming and it's pretty normal, until someone mentions my grandma and I stopped and was like "My grandma is dead. She passed away years ago. Why is she alive now?" And that's when I realized, "Holy shit this is a dream!!!" Without missing a beat, I snapped my fingers and made this glowing white and purple portal. I said, "Here we go!" And YEETED myself through the portal. (I've never jumped so quickly headfirst into something)

When I opened my eyes I was in a row boat with my captain, Luffy, and a few crewmates, Nami and Zoro.

{ I gotta take a pause and say..... ZO R O. Being able to see him. To hear him. To be next to him. I was there. I was RIGHT there. The love of my life was just as handsome in person as he is in the show. Just being next to him was incredible. }

We were sitting in this small row boat and the waves were rough and choppy. Luffy was telling us to hold on as we were heading straight for an island up ahead.

This moment is when it felt so real I can't even properly explain: As the ship was rocking and thunder was roaring, a wave came up and splashed me in the face. It splashed me. And I FELT it. It was real. I was real. The water was real. I remember vividly wiping the water from my face and I felt how cold and wet it was. I can't stress enough how real it was. If you took a glass of water right now and splashed it onto your face, that's what it felt like in that moment. That was when I knew I had successfully shifted. I knew it wasn't just a crazy dream... It. Was. Real.

Afterwards, we finally landed on the island. Zoro and I went to explore through a few caves and were hiding from some monsters/bad guys. It gets a little fuzzy because shortly after I woke up! Like I said, it was a pretty short experience but none-the-less so amazing.

One moment I was Lark exploring an island, and then I blinked and I was back in my normal bed with my cats and husband next to me. It didn't hit me all at once what actually happened. My brain was still processing and questioning it. Was that an actual shift? Was it just a super lucid dream? Did I just make the whole thing up? All these doubts swam through my mind but after about an hour of being awake I stopped and said "Holy shit. I shifted. I actually shifted."

That's really all there is to tell!!! I told Lily about it immediately and then came on here to share with y'all!! I'm definitely gonna be shifting more and practicing different methods again. I have SOO much motivation now it's insane, so I'll keep y'all updated with my journey and whenever I shift again, you'll be the first to know!

Thanks for reading and anyone who hasn't shifted yet, DO NOT GIVE UP!! I started shifting November 2020 and it took me until June 2022 to fully shift. Shifting is real!! It WILL happen to you!! I can't promise when, but it WILL. Don't lose hope!!

All the love ~Lark

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 9 months

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HOOLY GUACAMOLE!! 2K!!!! I can't thank you all enough for being here and sticking with me through everything. My spontaneous breaks, my break downs, my rant posts, and most of all... Thank you all for reading my fics!!

TIME FOR SOME TREE SAP!!!

@slayhyunjin : THANK YOU FOR TALKING TO ME AND REQUESTING AND JUST... TALKING TO ME. I LIKE TALKING TO PEOPLE AND YOUR FEEDBACK ON MY FICS ALWAYS BRINGS ME LIFE AND MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! LOVE U SM!!! <3

@lovesunshinefelix : I SEE YOU IN MY ACTIVITY FEED AND I SAW YOU IN MY ASK BOX AND I APPRECIATE YOU!! HELLO!!! HI!! I LOVE YOU TOO!! <3 THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!!

@peachbokkie : YOU MAKE WRITING THE BEFORE YOU FALL/CHOOSE SERIES TO MUCH MORE EXCITING! I WRITE EVERY CHAPTER IN ANTICIPATION TO YOUR REACTION! I LOVE YOUR REBLOGS AND YOUR COMMENTS AND YOUR TAGS! YOU MAKE WRITING IN GENERAL SO MUCH MORE FUN BECAUSE FEEDBACK AND COMMENTS ARE LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME! THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU!! <3

@moon0fthenight : I PROMISE I SEE ALL OF YOUR ASKS AND I WILL GET TO THEM WHEN I CAN!!! IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THAT YOU'VE BEEN FOLLOWING ME SINCE MY MASTERLIST WAS EMPTY, IT'S CRAZY, THAT FEELS LIKE SO LONG AGO. THANK YOU FOR BEING WITH ME SINCE THE BEGINNING!! I LOVE YOUUUU!! <3

@whatudowhennooneseesyou : THE QUEEN! SO BEAUTIFUL! SO LOVELY! I WISH I HAD MORE TIME TO READ EVERYTHING YOU'VE BEEN PUTTING OUT! BUT YOU ARE THE REASON, THE START, OF THE YANDERE LEE KNOW SERIES, YOU WERE MY VERY FIRST REQUEST!! I TRULY BELIEVE THAT I WOULDN'T BE MAKING MY 2K FOLLOWER SAPPY POST IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU, SO THANK YOU!! <3 I LOVE YOU!!!

@sunflwryu : I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'LL SEE THIS, I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STILL GET ON OR CHECK YOUR TUMBLR, BUT YOU'RE IN HERE TOO!! I LOVE YOU LIKE A LITTLE SISTER AND I HOPE EVERYTHING IS STILL GOING AS AMAZING AS IT WAS WHEN YOU LAST MESSAGED ME, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING GOOD IN IT. <3

@sb0208cb / @inniessick : HAVE I BEEN A GHOST? ABSO-FRICKING-LUTELY! DO I FEEL LIKE SHIT ABOUT IT! YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT I DO! I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T MESSAGED YOU OR TEXTED YOU, BUT I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I APPRECIATE YOU AND I LOVE TALKING TO YOU <3 I'M SO PROUD OF YOU AND THE FICS YOU'VE WRITTEN (YES I DO CHECK UP ON YOUR PAGE TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE STILL GETTING THE LIKES AND REBLOGS AND COMMENTS THAT YOU DESERVE). I LOVE YOU <3

AND NOW FOR...!!! WRITERS THAT I STAN AND FOLLOW RELIGIOUSLY BECAUSE THEIR WORK IS AMAZING AND YOU SHOULD FOLLOW AND READ THEIR STUFF AS WELL IF YOU DON'T ALREADY!!

@inniejeonginnie : the first dates headcanon was honestly the cutest damn thing I've ever read, and I wish I could reread it just to feel that fuzzy feeling I felt when reading all the members headcanons one more time for the first time. You put every single one of my exes to shame with your words and I thank you because I realize now my standards should have been higher and now they are. We all deserve the first dates that you wrote. Thank you so much, I love you <3

@telesvng : Your text posts are *chefs kiss* just amazing and perfect and I wait for them to pop up on my main page when I open tumblr. I'm so glad that I came across one of your posts and started following you because you're amazing. Thank you for posting, I love you <3

@feelbokkie : Thank you for feeding my delusions. Thank you for writing. Thank you for your contributions to my imagination. I usually read your text posts before bed because it further feeds into my dream delusions... So thank you!!! Thank you so much for being an amazing writer and I can't wait to read more of your work. I love you <3

(yes I end almost every thank you with an I love you -platonically obviously- but everyone deserves to be told that they're loved, and that they're appreciated. So thank you all again, and I love you <3)

#nana post #nana sap post #nana 2k followers #should i do an event?

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positivelybeastly · 4 months

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Simon says 🎲

7. A romantic kiss.

"So, what's this new form supposed to be?"

Hank blinks, and turns from where he's laying on the Avengers Mansion roof. It's newly completed, and he swears he's just stress testing it, but really he just wanted a moment of respite from the party going on downstairs. It was, as with all things Janet van Dyne, simultaneously very chic, very stylish, and yet all together too much - an excellent time, to be sure, but exhausting.

Hank's spent a lot of the last few years feeling exhausted, if he's honest. Which . . . well. Given the company he's currently keeping, it's hard not to be.

Honest, that is. He was never too exhausted for Simon.

"Simon! I hope I haven't drawn you away from the festivities - there's really no need to concern yourself, I just needed a breath of fresh air."

He's just hovering there, as beautiful as the day Hank first laid eyes on him. Why wouldn't he be? He's ionic. A collection of atoms and molecules so completely and utterly distinct that to call him a Wonder Man is both an absolutely correct appellation and the world's worst misnomer. He'll outlast them all - Hank knows that as surely as he knows the warped, frayed edges of his own genome. They've both been utterly transformed, but while Hank's only made himself look less and less human, Simon just . . . persists. Forever beautiful.

Electrically charged atoms, clustered so tightly and so densely that they form wisps of purple, surround him, and if Hank were feeling more himself, he might tease that there's a charge in the air tonight. Instead, he just smiles. He finds it hard to stop himself from smiling at Simon. He probably looks drunk. He has been drinking a little.

But if Simon thinks so, he doesn't say or show it. Instead, he floats like the proverbial cloud so that he's hovering right above and to the left of Hank, carefully setting himself down by his old buddy, his old pal. A less knowledgeable Simon scholar might think that he'd be easier to read if only he would take off those glasses, but Hank's well aware that if he did, there'd only be the red.

And he's never needed to see his eyes to read Simon.

"Jan's in fine form tonight."

Hank laughs, and immediately the tension he didn't quite realise he was feeling unfurls like a jolly caterpillar. "Isn't she just? I seem to recall the Professor doing something similar, years ago, back after Genosha. A rush of activity, a burst of energy, as if to prove it wasn't all for nothing, that life goes on. Granted, I think we're in a damned better place than we were back then."

Were they? Hank's not so sure. He's teaching at Harvard now, which wouldn't have happened 10 years ago. He knows that from personal, lived experience - after his second successful application to the school, one of the custodians had seen fit to give him his old red maroon suit jacket he'd thrown on the floor of the Dean's office in a fit of pique when his first application had been denied. But for everyone else, well . . .

"Yeah. Yeah, I think we are, actually."

"Optimism, Simon? Your wonders never cease."

Simon sees the punchline coming a mile away, walks into it. They laugh. This is comfortable, isn't it? This is nice.

"I think . . . I think Wanda and I finally broke it off, today. We talked, at the park, and it . . . well, there's more to talk about. But it felt pretty definitive."

Ah. So, that's why Wanda had hugged Hank when she'd seen him.

"I'm truly sorry to hear that. You were good for one another."

Simon snorts. It's a strange noise to hear out of that movie star mouth and filtered through the '40s Transatlantic accent that he always seems to settle on, and it makes Hank start a little.

"No we weren't. She wasn't what I needed, and I wasn't what she wanted. Never has been, and I never have been."

Good use of tenses, Simon. It was all Hank could think as he looks at the other man, rubbing his thumbs together.

". . . Well. Regardless. I always thought you were at least nice together."

"Is that why you turned up on that date all those years back wearing my old safari jacket? Because Wanda and I were nice together?"

Jesus Christ, Simon, go for my damn well jugular, why don't you?! Hank sat up at that, looking momentarily offended, utterly confused, absolutely bamboozled. Now Simon really is unreadable, just sitting there, staring at him. It says a lot about the both of them and the way they've left things, the way they've been skirting around each other's edges, that they both know exactly what Simon's talking about, despite it being one dumb date night Hank had crashed over a decade ago that most people would have just let fade into the annals of forgettable fun.

Well, now. Where in the nine rings of Hell did he go from here?

"It's, ah. It's a combination of a few different simian species - macaque, gorilla, ape, etcetera. The form. My new form. Since you asked. It's a little chimeric, if you want to know the genetic details. It retained my yellow eyes, from my feline mutation, however, I'm not quite sure why."

Simon just looks at him. Hank's answered the question, but not the question.

"It was - funny. I was being funny."

"Like Bugs Bunny."

"Precisely! Precisely like Bugs Bunny."

Simon sighs.

"Look, I know you may have spent a good amount of time dead, Simon, but I know when you were born and I know for fact that you know enough about Bugs Bunny to know that Bugs is - is - "

Where was he going with this?

"Oh, whatever . . ."

He turns away, starting to think that maybe he should head back inside. But . . . that would mean away from Simon, even if that's the reason he thinks maybe he should head back inside. His ears twitch as he hears plastic and metal and glass move, and he realises that Simon's taken off his glasses. The thought doesn't really phase him. All he'd see is the red. And, don't get him wrong, he likes the red, it's a reminder that he's not alone in possessing a body so utterly transformed that the windows to the shreds of his soul are tinted, but, not right now.

"Hank."

Oh, all right, fine, he supposes he'll look at his movie star friend a bit more.

He turns back, and starts a little. Again. How is it that Simon's getting the drop on him so many times tonight? Wasn't that supposed to be his gimmick? But then again, he's one of the few people who knows what it means to glance back at Simon and see his real eyes - or, maybe it was better to say his other eyes. That means he's concentrating, holding back that crackle that usually just comes spilling out of him. That's something he usually only does when he has to do a close-up, or if . . .

If there's something he wants to say but he can't quite say.

What is it that Simon wants to say?

Well.

Quite by instinct, Hank finds himself leaning back towards Simon, and . . . well, yes, that is his hand cupping his jaw a little, and well, maybe that is the tips of his fingers stroking at the immaculately trimmed sideburns that he's certain Simon's had for nigh on 30 years now. And maybe that is his thumb, feeling the cold skin of his best friend's cheek.

It's December in New York, and everyone in the city is cold except for Hank McCoy. It's always the way of things. He's always just that mite uncomfortable every time it's vaguely warm, but touching Simon like that, well . . . it's just nice. Funny, isn't it? Hank's got enough letters after his name to fill several alphabets, but he can't think of a word better than nice right now. It simply is nice. He's cool to the touch. Their temperatures reach a natural equilibrium. He's certain that means something, but what, well . . . it's . . . hard. Don't ask him right now. He's busy.

Busy kissing Simon Williams.

He knows what the man tastes like, of course (oh, hush). He's kissed him before. Bugs Bunny, like he said. But this is . . . undeniably something different. There's a difference between a big, loud, lip smacky, comedy kiss, and . . . this. This, touch, this, embrace, this, this. Hank's kissed a lot of people before, been frankly something of a slut in his time, but this is . . . more, than that. This is . . . charged. The fur on the back of his hand stands on delighted end as he spends just a little more time just, kissing, his best friend, and he can feel the ionic charge rippling along his fur. It's, good. Better than good.

Wonderful, actually.

He opens his eyes, and he realises that Simon's let the crackle flow back out. He's staring into red, pulsating energy again. It's like staring into a supernova, imperious and cold in its power. And he knows his own body well enough to know that Simon's staring into a star of his own, golden yellow, warm and knowing. If he'll allow his inner poet to escape him for a moment, something a little celestial is happening, he thinks.

That's - all, he thinks, actually. His mind's gone a little bit blank. His lips are still tingling with ionic charge as Simon looks at him, clearly expecting him to say something. First thing to come to mind, go.

". . . Better than Bugs Bunny?"

Simon laughs.

"Yeah, better than Bugs Bunny, you goof."

#defyxoblivion #dice roll kiss meme #verse: getting by #Oops.#I may have gone off on a tear.#wonderbeast #Set right after Uncanny Avengers 30.#Which lives in my head rent free.

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i'm sure you've gotten this already, but i wanted to reach out and say your Good Bi Gender comic REALLY resonated with me. i identify as nonbinary but so often i get called transmasc or assumed i want masculinity Only when that's not how i feel at all. i LIKE femininity, i like being feminine and everything that comes with it; i call myself a sister and a daughter and i identify a lot with women's issues and struggles in society!

but im not a woman. i don;t think I've ever felt like one and i haven't been one for the last four years. i don't want to remove any parts of my body and while it would be cool to have more stereotypically masculine aspects (idk facial hair and wider shoulders maybe) I'm also ok as i am.

it's upsetting that there is such a binary view, that even other trans people decide we can only be one. i don't want to be one, i want both, and i want the beautiful things they can both make, i want to be so much because i AM so much and i just.

idk this probably doesn't make a lot of sense and hgfjdksl sorry for pouring into your inbox; i really wanted to say thank you. your comic was for you and your experiences but reading it made me feel seen and heard in a way no one has made me feel before. you verbalised something i have had so much trouble expressing and while our experiences are not the same, i deeply resonate with what you expressed in a way that touched me very very strongly.

i hope someday you are allowed both your femininity and your masculinity at the same time. i hope someday you can be wholly happy <3

No I get you it makes a TON of sense to me. The frustration of talking to people (even a lot of other trans people I’ve met) who only seem to understand gender in terms of the binary is so much. And it’s like. Our identities and experiences differ for sure, but the frustration of having to explain to others over and over that your gender doesn’t fit the binary and you don’t want it to is very real and exhausting and heartbreaking. Because like. Having to make your gender “palatable” to people who only understand the binary is something no one should have to do but the pressure to do it is real and intense. The amount of “I didn’t know anyone else felt this way” just in the comments and tags on my comic really is like. A testament of how shut out of the gender conversation identities that actively do and strive to defy the binary are.

Like. In my own case. I shouldn’t have to get rid of my boobs to be considered a man. I shouldn’t have to hide my femininity to be taken seriously as a trans person. Neither my manhood or womanhood should have to die for the other. They’re not even opposites. In fact. If I can put it abstractly. My manhood and womanhood have plenty of overlap in presentation and are very much in love. And the binary is hell bent on forcing even trans people to choose a binary box to fit neatly in. And that’s screwed up.

I hope this world finds kindness in it for you as well and that whatever gender presentation and balance is right for you is respected. Thank you for the kind words and reaching out.

#ask #otto thoughts #transgender

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veliseraptor · 1 year

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is it time for another 150 words meme? guess it is!!

for those who haven't been around for one of these - pick a number from the list of wips below and I will write 150 words in that project. you can send me up to three if you really can't decide on one. if you don't recognize or are curious to know more about what these are, my wip list has a brief summary of I think all of them.

twelve options and it's basically vegaspete and yi city all the way down with two wild cards

1. This place was too open and there were too many people around, none of whom he knew. There could be more of whoever those people had been around; he didn’t want to divide his focus to see if either of the two he’d dropped had ID. Pete was on his own and Vegas was compromised. “We have to go,” Pete interrupted.

“You – what? What the fuck – are those guys dead?”

“Sorry,” Pete said, adjusting his grip on Vegas. Then, because he felt rude and a little bit bad and Vegas did seem to like these people, he added, “have a good night.”

And he half dragged, half carried Vegas out into open air.

Pete wavered between driving without somebody else as eyes or waiting for a car with a basically incapacitated Vegas and decided he wanted to get them out of an uncontrolled environment now. He disentangled himself from Vegas to put him in the passenger seat, which was more difficult than it sounded because Vegas didn’t want to let go and at one point bit his neck, which made it very hard for Pete to focus the way he needed to. (Drift)

2. Vegas wondered if he should try to pretend to know who he was talking about. Nobody liked hearing that the death that’d meant so much to them hadn’t made an impression.

“You don’t even remember him, do you,” said his captor.

“I have no idea who you are,” Vegas said. “So, no.”

He didn’t like that, and expressed as much with another kick in the ribs. Vegas gritted his teeth so he didn’t yelp even though his vision swam and his head spun, his still mending insides vehemently protesting. (All's Fair)

3. Xue Yang had a deep professional respect for Wei Wuxian’s work. He was, unquestionably, a master of their shared craft; Xue Yang had built a not insignificant part of his own work on the scraps of foundation he’d left behind. He was skilled, and smart, and based on his activities during the Sunshot Campaign had a nasty streak Xue Yang could appreciate.

On a personal level Xue Yang sort of wanted to gut him with a dull knife. (demonic cultivator team up fic)

4. “Why are you guys being so weird,” he said aggressively. Vegas shot him a look that Macau met without wavering. “What? It’s making you really uncomfortable to be around.”

“So go find somewhere else to be,” Vegas said. “Nosy.”

“I live here,” Macau said. He turned his gaze on Pete. “So?”

Vegas could see Pete hesitating. His eyes darted toward Vegas and then away.

“Don’t try to pry shit out of him just because you think he’ll crack before I do,” Vegas said.

“He will, though,” Macau said, eyes still fixed on Pete. “You’ll tell me what’s going on. Right, P’Pete?” It hovered somewhere awkwardly between a wheedle and a command. Vegas reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“Cut it out, you little pest,” he said in English.

“Did you have a fight or something?”

Vegas’s insides seized up a little but before he could respond Pete said, “no, it’s not like that. Everything’s fine.” He smiled and Vegas felt like there was something scraping against his skin. He clenched his molars together until his jaw hurt. Macau looked even more suspicious.

“Riiight,” he said. “Sure.” (post canon vegaspete long(er) fic)

5. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Pete asked again, for the fifth or sixth time. Vegas gritted his teeth so he didn’t snap.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said through them. “Stop asking.” Pete barely flinched before relaxing into an easy smile.

“Okay,” he said.

“You’ll have sightline from here,” Vegas said, by way of…not apology, but maybe it would help Pete feel a little better. “Don’t worry. I don’t think…” his voice wavered and he cleared his throat. “I won’t be long.”

Pete scanned him with watchful eyes that didn’t quite match his smile. “You can stay as long as you want,” he said. In his eyes Vegas read I don’t like this.

“I know I can,” he said sharply. “I wasn’t asking permission.” He turned before he could see Pete’s reaction and walked into the cemetery. (Fidelity)

6. “Can I tell you a secret,” a-Qing said, her voice now dull. Song Lan made an affirmative sound, though he tensed. A-Qing chewed her lower lip. “It’s bad,” she said.

“Mm-mm,” Song Lan said in denial. A-Qing turned a little in his direction, looking at him through her eyelashes.

“I think Daozhang is still in love with him,” she said despairingly. Song Lan’s heart sank, the hope that he’d been wrong dwindling to nothing. He said nothing, waiting, and a-Qing kicked her heels. “I thought he’d get over it, now that he knows how awful he always was but he still…it’s not fair. That bastard is dead and he’s still making everything worse.”

Song Lan’s chest ached.

“What are we going to do,” a-Qing said, her voice small and unusually young-sounding, so unlike her usual brash, confident self.

I wish I knew. I wish I knew what was right. No, Song Lan had to admit to himself that was no longer his first question. He wished he knew what would help. Right or wrong, if it brought Xiao Xingchen some peace… (Life After Death)

7. That was the trouble, wasn’t it? Xue Yang was right: Song Lan did want him to suffer. He wanted him to feel every miserable bit of pain he’d caused him and Xingchen and so many others; he wanted him beaten down and broken and begging forgiveness that he would never, never receive. The violence of the thoughts he’d had about what he could do to Xue Yang frightened him. The ease with which he’d already done some things – nothing against the torments Xue Yang had inflicted, but that was not a standard he wanted to live by – sickened him. But that didn’t mean he didn’t crave vengeance. He hadn’t spared Xue Yang’s life out of kindness.

“Yeah,” Xue Yang said, reading Song Lan’s silence correctly. “So there you go.”

Song Lan grimaced, closing his eyes and taking a moment to center himself before saying, “whatever – baser urges I might have, as I’ve said, that isn’t how I want to conduct myself. With anyone.”

Xue Yang looked away from him. “Seems to keep happening, though,” he said. “So much for daoshi discipline, huh?”

“You are remarkably good at trying my patience,” Song Lan said. Xue Yang’s eyes darted back in his direction and he laughed; this one sounded significantly less wild than some of his others.

“It’s not just you, Song-daozhang,” Xue Yang said, his voice suddenly bright and lilting. “I try plenty of other peoples’ patience too.”

“I can imagine,” Song Lan said, which drew another laugh from Xue Yang.

“It’s a gift,” Xue Yang said, with a sunny smile. (Walking Far From Home)

8. Xiao Xingchen had to laugh. “I would try to coax you back out,” he said. “I’m sure you’d be a very cute tarantula.”

Xue Yang laughed and grinned at him even more widely. “You would think tarantulas are cute,” he said. “Sure, okay. I’ll be your special tarantula and I’ll only bite other people, not you. I’m very venomous, though, so be careful.”

Xiao Xingchen tried to look solemn. “I trust my tarantula boyfriend,” he said, but he couldn’t hold a straight face, breaking into a giggle.

“Your first mistake,” Xue Yang said, the two of them laughing together. Then Xue Yang lit into tickling Xiao Xingchen, and Xiao Xingchen almost kicked him in the stomach by accident, and the shadows of his dream faded from his mind. (Redux)

9. So. He was back.

He was back and he was alive and something was wrong with him.

There were a lot of things wrong with him. Clearly. Or maybe had been wrong with him all along and now it was just…exposed, laid bare, yanked out in the open where he couldn’t ignore it.

Vegas had done a lot of things to him but Pete thought that might be the worst. (jiggety-jig)

10. “Why won’t it work, you mean?” Xue Yang said, and laughed. “I can’t tell you all my secrets, Zichen.”

Don’t call me that, Song Lan almost wrote, but he stopped himself. There was almost certainly no better way to ensure that Xue Yang called him nothing else. Instead he wrote, I would expect you to want to brag.

“Ha,” Xue Yang said. “What would be the point? It’s not like you’d be impressed. And you already know how good I am. Was.” His smile fell away a little, momentarily, and for a split second Song Lan saw him as he’d truly been when he died, hollowed out and exhausted, bloody and beaten even before Song Lan slid Fuxue between his ribs. “You are how good I was. My greatest creation. Even more than the Yin Tiger Seal. I just remade that, after all, but you were all mine.”

Song Lan couldn’t actually vomit but the nausea was still overpowering. (the poison in your bones)

11. Liu Mingyan was a problem.

If she had to be fair (though Sha Hualing was not generally interested in being fair), she was less annoying than her brother, but that was setting a remarkably high bar, and she was more annoying to Sha Hualing specifically. As far as Sha Hualing could tell, Mingyan-guniang had made it her business to interfere with Sha Hualing’s business at every possible opportunity. Sometimes it seemed like she couldn’t turn around in the Human Realm without running into her, even when Sha Hualing wasn’t doing anything wrong. Or hadn’t done anything yet, anyway.

Or at least hadn’t done anything Liu Mingyan could possibly know about.

It wasn’t like Sha Hualing couldn’t handle her. Obviously she could; she’d defeated her one-on-one, and later on held her captive. It still made sense to be cautious. A little wary. Human beings could be tricky sometimes, and Liu Mingyan in particular made Sha Hualing uneasy. Not that she would say as much to anyone. (under pressure)

12. “All of us,” Gabriel said, “must, in our lives, learn how to surrender to some greater power. Preference may not come into it.”

Lymond’s unnaturally bright eyes blinked once. “Not mine, at any rate,” he said. “I’m sure your preference is quite informative, in this case.”

“Your wound,” Gabriel said, removing his hands, “needs tending.”

“And you, with your healer’s hands,” Lymond said. “Ille more suo victus pietate, nec sordes cavit, nec fetorum exhorruit.”

“I make no claims to the miraculous,” Gabriel said. “But such things come first and foremost to the faithful.”

“Accept Christ,” Lymond said, “and my deformities shall disappear. Deny him, and I am cast out of the body public. Is that it?” (et ipsi sunt jacula)

#fic excerpt #150 words meme #i have an upcoming 5 hour flight so....time for this meme [fingerguns]#also just generally feeling scattered across a lot of projects and sometimes this helps me focus

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