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likedovesinthewindd · 2 days

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advantage, me; part six of sore loser ⋆ masterlist

summary: you're looking forward to a good match | content/warning: explicit language, light angst (more like tension) | tags: @midwestprincesss | a/n: this is lowk my least favorite chapter ngl

"Ignore it," Patrick huffed as his mouth continued its attack on your poor neck. You hummed in agreement, doing just that as you felt his left hand running its course over your skin, the right one next to your head to keep most of his weight off of you.

It wasn't even five seconds before the knocking started again, causing a unanimous grunt from both you and Patrick. "Wait, maybe it's my roommate," you said, lightly pushing at Patrick's shoulders.

He rolled off of you with a huff, landing on his back as he placed his arms behind his head. You gave his chest a playful slap, getting up and smoothing out your dress as you made your way to the door, opening it with little haste.

"Hey, can we talk?"

You've never wanted to punch someone more. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a breath before giving him a "No."

"Please, I just want to apologize," Art said, and you strongly fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. "You can apologize tomorrow, okay?" you smiled, moving the close the door, but he stopped you. "Art, it's late," you sighed. "I couldn't sleep," he said softly. "Now you're making that my problem?" "Please?" he tried again.

"You alright?"

Could you punch two people at the same time?

Patrick came to the door, growing curious at why you had been gone for so long. When he saw Art at the door, he was a little surprised, the cigarette he had lit in the meantime hanging from his lips.

"You can't do that in here," you said, annoyance laced in your words as you waved the cloud of smoke away from your face. He muttered a half-assed apology, moving back inside your dorm to dispose of the cigarette. You watched as he walked back inside and into the bathroom.

You turned back to Art, an expression on his face that so clearly read what is he doing here?

"What are you doing here, man?" Patrick asked as he rejoined the two of you. The tension was definitely there, something unspoken hanging in the air, even if none of you would admit it. "I could ask you the same thing," Art said with a humorless laugh. Patrick scratched the back of his neck.

"I think that's obvious," he smirked, and you wanted to smack that stupid smirk on his face. Something about his smugness regarding the situation rubbed you the wrong way. "Besides," he added, "It's like twelve AM."

"I just wanted to talk to her."

"At twelve AM?"

"I think you should leave." Both boys turned to look at you, the silent showdown stopped right in its tracks. "Look, Art—"

"Both of you," you clarified, already moving further inside the dorm. You had all but gently pushed Patrick outside, moving to close the door. You had truly imagined and hoped the night would end much differently, but they both had managed to piss you off.

"I'll see you Saturday, okay?" you smiled at him – that same smile you had been sporting all night – and for a second, he forgot you were literally kicking him out. Neither of them got another word in before the door was pushed closed, followed by the sound of the lock turning.

Patrick looked back at his friend, the same confused expression on his face. He landed a slap to the back of Art's head, successfully waking him from whatever trance he had been in. "Nice going, man," Patrick muttered, already down the hall and on his way outside, resulting in Art having to run after him.

𖦹 ⊹ ˚.

The unforgiving sun sat idle in the sky, shining directly over the pavillion and covering it a heat blanket that was something akin to being smothered. You waved the little paper fan dutifully, eyes focused on the boys as they stood across from each other.

Your eyes momentarily met Art's, his face pinched in concentration as his hand bounced the ball like muscle memory. You shifted your attention over to Patrick, his eyes stuck on Art as he waited for his opponent's next move.

You had watched Art play a few times before, but this would be the first time you watched Patrick. Art alone was a pretty good player, and from what you've heard, they made a mean doubles team. But watching them play against each other? There was nothing like it; they seemed to understand each other on a very deep level. It was intense, intimate almost.

The sound of a punched out grunt takes you from your daydream, realizing Art had already served and that the game was already in full swing. You watched attentively, head going back and forth between the two.

The match had ended with a win for Patrick, his face smug and cocky as he looked up at you, giving you a wink. You had managed to find both of them after the tournament, both extra exhausted from the heat. "That was a very good game," you told both of them as you handed each a bottle of water, which they accepted gratefully.

"I think we should celebrate. All three of us," you suggested, eyeing the boys' reaction. They wordlessly brought the bottles from the mouths, urging you to continue. "What do you guys think?" you asked. A jumbled answer of yes of course and yeah that's sounds good was given before Patrick excused himself to go and take a shower and change. You waited for Art to join him, but he stayed behind, waiting until Patrick was out of earshot.

"Does this mean—"

"I'm not mad at you anymore, Art," you reassured him with a smile. "And I'd like for you to join tonight. I miss hanging out with you," you added, raising your eyebrows expectantly, before being on your way.

𖦹 ⊹ ˚.

#challengers #challengers x reader #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #art donaldson #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x you #patrick zweig #likedovesinthewindd

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bylrlve · 1 day

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Warning! Spoilers for Stranger Things 5! Very exciting for Bylers!

I’ve alluded to this in other posts from this week, so I’m clarifying what those references were to.

In early April, a male extra playing a nurse dm’d a byler account on twitter with info - they filmed scenes at the hospital for episode 2. He disclosed plenty of information about the casting process to prove he was who he claimed to be. I can’t disclose more than that, you guys will just have to trust me on this.

He disclosed that the time jump was really several smaller ones from march 1986-winter 1987, and that we’d see scenes spanning that period. This was before the news of that came out independently in early May.

He had this to say about Will - that he isn’t present at the hospital and thus isn’t injured, that he’s a leader this season, and that he heard Will’s relationship with Mike is developing more.

As for Mike, he claimed that Mike’s development isn’t centered specifically on El or Will, but that he’s no longer trying to be normal, he’s trying to be hinself and discovering himself, and he’s trying to be the protector he once was - to who, I think we can guess….

We can’t say for certain what ‘developing more’ means, as the conversation was not pursued further. Apparently he mentioned wanting to make his own account. He didn’t go to Alex as she has made abundantly clear that she won’t share byler information, so take that for what it’s worth.

This is interesting in context of the hospital stuff, especially since I have confirmation from another source that Will shows up at the hospital last, absolutely distraught after Mike’s injury….

I’m doing a huge post tomorrow where I’ll discuss what I know as of rn about the mileven kiss, and where I try to map a trajectory for mileven and Byler over eps 1 and 2 from the little we know- which are now apparently in early post-production.

@justmy-account @will80sbyers this will probably be of interest to you guys.

ETA: to clarify, google translation was used on the messages, hence the ‘her’ pronoun for Will. Also this guy isn’t just an extra for this one sequence - apparently he was doing more on the show. He hasn’t surfaced since so who knows.

#byler #stranger things 5 leaks #stranger things 5 spoilers #st5 spoilers #st5 leaks

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sturngirly · 3 days

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– ‘Like a dream’ – Matt Sturniolo.

in which... you invite your bestfriend matt over to smoke weed and it takes a quick turn.

warnings: first person, SMUT, no use of y/n, stoner!matt x female!reader, oral m! receiving, unprotected sex (DON'T DO), p in v, praising, etc.

HII, this was a request and i'm living for it. I'd like to clarify I KNOW the triplets are sober, this is only fiction for entertainment!

It's almost 10 pm and i'm waiting for Matt to arrive on the sidewalk of my house while smoking a cigarette. We don't live very far, just a few blocks away. I only ever smoked weed with him since he's the person I trust the most, i'm friend of his brothers too, but i've always been closer to Matt after they got us together for a science project in freshman year. By the time I finish my cigar, i see Matt getting closer to me.

– what are you doing outside, stupid? – Matt said, laughing at my face and giving me an expression of disgust when he saw me take the last drag of my cigarette, he never liked that i smoked, telling me that it is hurtful for me, what hypocrisy coming from someone who smokes 1 joint a day, but he excuses himself by saying that they are less harmful than cigarettes.

– I was waiting for my best friend with the joint he promised me – I responded, reminding him the promise he made me to give me one the next time we saw each other.

– you asked and you received – he said, approaching to greet me with a hug, i reciprocate it and then help him enter my home (almost like his house because he spends much of his time here too)

– do you want to make brownies with me when we finish smoking? – I told Matt as he took off the simple gray sweatshirt he was wearing, lifting his shirt a little, letting me see a bit of his abdomen and the edge of his calvin klein boxer. I realized that i was looking more than usual when Matt snapped his fingers at me catching my attention.

– hey, did ya hear what said? –

– oh sorry, no, what did you say? – I said in a confused tone, clearing my throat.

– I said sure, if ya have the ingredients we need – he said giving me a smirk seeing that my cheeks turned pink because i thought he realized i was looking.

– oh yes I have them, don't worry... soooo let's get into it – I exclaimed in an excited tone, giving him a little jump to show my impatience.

– 'kay kid –

We began to roll the joint that Matt brought so that he could then light it up, giving it a good hit, letting it run through his system expelling it through his nose and throwing his head back.

– this is good shit, so make the most of it – he commented, handing it to me. I gave it two hits, coughing and tearing up after i felt my lungs fill with smoke.

– be careful pretty, it's not going anywhere, just enjoy it – he said, taking the joint from my fingers. We continued this back and forth game until we were sufficiently high. Matt put it out, putting what was left in his pocket.

My eyes started to fall shut by how tired they felt, i could see Matt with the same expression as me, an expression of relaxation and peace, his brown hair looked delicately brushed, his half closed blue eyes and somewhat red on the cornea, his jaw looking sharper as he threw his head against the back of the couch we were on, his tattoos looked better than i could remember and everything about him looked hotter.

i felt Matt slowly lean on my right shoulder and i instantly began to pet his hair, everything felt so comforting and at the same time there was a slight tension that i couldn't decipher.

Matt began to lift his head towards the crook of my neck, the hairs on my arms stood up giving me goosebumps when i recognized Matt's lips resting on the skin of my neck and his hot breath caused me to start sweating a little.

I moved closer to allow his lips to collide completely and he took that as a sign to start leaving light kisses in that area. I don't know what began to take control of me when I lifted his chin and planted a kiss on his pink lips, it just felt right in that moment. I felt his body tense slightly but he slowly interlocked our lips, placing his hand between my cheek and my jaw intensifying it, it was a long and passionate kiss but it became messy and full of need, when we separated to catch air he could barely open his eyes, he gave me a smirk that filled my stomach with butterflies.

– I thought this was never going to happen – I could smell the weed on his clothes that intoxicated my nostrils, making the moment even more intense. I took the initiative to straddle his lap, looking directly into his reddish eyes. He brought his hands to my hips, bringing me closer to his chest which caused him to groan when I brushed against his crotch.

– does that feel good? – I said boldly as I felt something grow below me.

– fuck... yes, sorry, I don't want to pressure ya into anything you don't wanna to do.. i've just been imagining this for a long time –

– me too baby and i do want this, keep touching me, please – i plead beginning to rock my hips back and forth against his now hard bulge, rubbing our noses and crashing our teeth in a hungry kiss, him responding to it by moaning lowly into my mouth. Matt started to bring his hands below my shirt squeezing every part of my body he could immediately reaching to my boobs discovering i didn't use any bra today.

– you're so beautiful like this.. god, i'm starting to feel like this is a dream – he panted breaking the kiss to praise me.

– help me take my clothes off, i'll help you with yours, i need to feel your skin against mine.. – I said sliding my hands to the hem of his shirt taking it off, then matt slowly took mine off throwing it somewhere across the room, too impatient to see my naked body. After the shirt was discarded, Matt started kissing my chest right away getting closer to my breast every second passed, everything felt slower then it was by how high i am and began to get desirous for more. I got slightly up so i could get my shorts to my ankles and throw them where my shirt went on the ground the next second putting my hands on the waistband of his sweatpants pulling them down along his boxers making his length spring up almost slapping his stomach, my mouth made an 'o' shape admiring his large cock in front of me.

– you wanna give it a taste sweetheart? – he said in a smugly tone making his pride known just by seeing my reaction.

I didn't even respond to what he said, I just got on my knees on the floor grabbing his shaft with my right hand stroking it to spread the precum he already had on his pink tip, i could hear his moans which gave me the determination to get closer and wrap my lips around his length, swirling my tongue around it earning groans and whimpers from matt biting his bottom lip as he jerks his hips up making me gag by him hitting the back of my throat. I catch a glimpse of matt's face and I can see him squeezing his eyes shut and his jaw tightening, this makes me bop my head up and down faster. He moves his hands towards my head brushing my hair in a hand made ponytail to match my rhythmic pace, i start to feel matt shake meaning he is close to his release. Before he can reach his climax, he grabs my head out of his dick making a pop sound.

– 'don't wanna cum yet, 'wanna be inside you baby – he says as he lifts me up from the ground onto his lap again, feeling his tip sliding against my already wet slit.

– ya ready? – he asks before he goes any further.

– more than ready – i consent soon feeling him gently inserting himself inside me making me whine in pain which slowly turned into pleasure the minute he bottoms me out, i start to move up and down at a steady pace that grows faster by the second focusing on reaching both of our orgasms.

– you're taking it... shit.. so good.. mgh for me pretty girl – he groans out feeling the most pleasure he's ever felt on his life.

– so.. big mggh matt.. – i manage to moan out as he pounds onto me at a fast rhythm.

– i'm so close... cannot keep up any longer fuck.. – he says feeling his orgasm creep up, as soon as he says that i start clenching around his cock chasing my own high which made the knot on my belly tighten.

– FUCK matt i'm cumming mmh – i cry out squeezing my eyes shut as i feel the same knot snap and juices coming out of my cunt. Soon after i ride out my high, matt let's out a loud moan cumming inside of me, this new feeling makes tears well up in my eyes out of overestimulation.

After a long silence, just pants trying to catch our breaths and cuddling in the same position we finished he spoke.

– god, that felt like a dream, i don't even feel high anymore – he said laughing a little.

– it was awesome matt, i really been waiting for this moment – I confessed inviting him to a sweet and slow kiss on his now reddish and pump lips.

– i don't feel like making brownies now, i just wanna cuddle with you –

this probably has a lot of bad grammar i'm sorry bout that

#sturniolotriplets #mattsturniolo #chrissturniolo #nicksturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo fanfic

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nonranghaes · 10 hours

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heads up! food + college theatre au (reader is assistant director)

seokmin is gentle when he shakes your shoulder a little, just enough to get you to look up from the notes you're transcribing. he's already out of costume (although you know he'll be back in it for the actual dress rehearsal soon), but he still looks radiant as ever. "aren't you going to come eat?"

you shake your head. director yoon ordered pizzas for everyone tonight, not thinking twice when he passes his notes onto you with the request that you transcribe them when you had the chance. and since you need to be taking notes during dress rehearsal... "i don't want to get any grease on jeonghan's notes."

seokmin looks down at the papers, and then nods. "okay... but have you eaten today?"

"no." you pause, and then realize how that sounds. "i ate breakfast," you quickly clarify, "and i'll order something when i go home tonight. please," you vaguely gesture toward the lobby where the others are all eating, "you don't need to worry about me."

he nods, and he leaves you after lingering around for a few seconds.

and then five minutes later, he's back. he's carrying two plates of pizza with two cans of soda tucked underneath his arms, holding two bendy-straws sideways in his mouth. he sets one at the other end of the table you're working at, and then one of the cans down. he's already saying that he knows what you like from the last late night you all had for this show, pizza being the default option then too. the can cracks open, and seokmin pushes a straw into it before he sits next to you.

then he holds up a slice of pizza for you, careful to keep it over the plate. "here," he says. "don't worry about getting your hands greasy."

you look at him, your cheeks warming up at the gesture. with a quiet thanks, you lean forward, taking a bite. and that's how you end up eating a slice (two, actually--the lack of lunch hit you quick, and seokmin ran back to get another slice for you): with seokmin holding it for you, careful not to make a mess. he eats his own pizza afterward, watching as you continue to work.

"you work so hard for us," he says after a moment. "we're really lucky to have you here."

you chuckle. "jeonghan would have found someone else to help direct."

"it wouldn't have been the same," he has this genuine look in his eyes as he leans forward a little, just to get a better look at you. "thank you for working so hard for us." he reaches out, squeezing your knee once before drawing his hand away again. "i'll work harder so you can be proud of me, too."

#nonranghaes.thoughts #seventeen x reader #nonranghaes.svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen x you #svt imagine #svt x you #lee seokmin x reader #seokmin fluff #seokmin x reader #dk x reader #dk fluff #im emotional over him this morning no one look at me!!!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 days

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AITA for not wanting to leave my sister alone at home overnight? (🌙🌙🌙<-to recognize)

So my (f17) younger sister (f15) currently hit a phase where she refuses to do most things with our family. What bothers her the most is the fact that we have a small house in the village of the neighboring country (we don't live in America just to clarify), and we usually drive there every weekend. Most of the time we stay there overnight but recently she has been totally refusing to go for more than a day.

Sometimes we do only go for a day then but considering it's a whole house with a garden, the maintenance needed cannot be done in just a few hours.

So here is where the conflict comes in. My parents, now thoroughly done with her crap, have decided to stay overnight and leave us alone at home. They offered me to come with them, but I refused because I am worried for her. They got upset because she needs to "learn her lesson" according to then, but I would rather not have her home alone when she does this. What if she injures herself? What if she needs help but can't call for anyone? Heck, she barely knows how to use most technology (which, yes, is concerning).

But our parents are saying that she needs to learn this lesson, and that our area is relatively safe.

#aita #am i the asshole

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awellposhmagazine · 2 days

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“I’ve never done something like this before” for the prompts 🥰

ok the first half of this is good and then it moves into proper porn territory which i am terrible at so pls look away if it sucks ok good chat love u xxx

he’s a stranger in the dictionary definition of the word, but you think thats hardly fair, considering how well acquainted you're becoming with his lips.

caged in against the bathroom sink and the wide expanse of his chest, with the rough denim of his jeans against your bare thighs as you whine against his mouth, you don't feel very much like strangers.

its that thought, and the feeling of ceramic digging into your spine, that pulls you out of your frenzy. it's a bit of an insane situation you've found yourself in, really; utterly kiss sick and leaking through your underwear while a man you’d just watched take the stage at madison square garden presses crescent moons into the plush skin of your hips.

“hold on a second - fuck, just, give me a moment.”

his kisses come to a tapered stop, and you make proper eye contact with ross for the first time since you'd pulled him hand in hand away from the bar.

“i, um- i’ve just. i’ve never done something like this before.”

“like this?” he questions; cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink.

“fucking a stranger in a bathroom.” you clarify.

a smile splits across his face. it’s so devastatingly handsome that you feel a little bit sick.

“‘s that what we’re doing, hm?”

you can’t bring yourself to hold eye contact anymore; hes so flustering, so overwhelming, that your gaze tumbles involuntarily to the floor. “well, i dunno. seemed that way, didn’t it?”

the teasing edge to his voice has dulled significantly when he speaks again. he lifts one big hand to your chin and forces you to look at him. “wanna go get another drink, find somewhere quiet to talk? i can piss off, if you've changed your mind. whatever you want, love."

“no, no. please, i want this. i want you.”

“y' sure?”

you hum. “was considering jumping your bones out there in the hallway. i love the bathroom. the bathroom is great.”

his face lights up and the laugh that bubbles from his lips catches you by surprise. “alright. wonderful.”

his kisses are charged with something heavier when your lips meet again. you smack your head against the mirror when he first slips his tongue into your mouth, and he quickly settles his hand between your head and the glass.

“where’d you want me?” his tone is nothing short of reverent, and his breath, hot on your skin, smells of whiskey.

it’s a loaded question. you could spend days answering it. instead, you gesture breathlessly to your shorts. “help me get these off?”

his hands move for the button and he slides them down your thighs with ease. you expect him to toss them to the floor, so it makes your heart swell a little bit when he tucks them behind the soap dispenser.

you wrap your legs around him and pull him back against your mouth. his hands trail gently across your stomach, winding the coil of the desire that pools there tighter and tighter still. all at once, he presses a firm hand over the growing patch in your underwear and you moan like a girl in a bad porn. he doesnt seem to mind.

instead, he reaches up and pushes a thumb into your mouth. you suckle on it instinctively for only a moment before he pulls it back and reaches blindly between your legs.

even through the fabric of your underwear, his fingers are just as cruel and precise as you’d watched them on stage.

“oh fuck me.”

“‘can ask nicer than that.”

“ross, please. i’ll be good, ‘make you feel good, i promise.”

for the first time in the hour and a bit you've known him, the cloud of vaguely dominating composure that follows him around begins to give way.

“christ - alright, ‘m coming.”

he leans in, presses another messy kiss to your upper lip, and busies himself with the zipper on his jeans. you’d die happy if it was your last sight in the world.

a moment of shuffling and fiddling later, his pants bunch halfway down his thighs and your hand disappears down the front of his boxers before you can even think of losing your nerve. the sound that crawls its way out of his throat tells you it was worth the risk.

one of his hands comes down hard on the edge of the sink, white knuckling the ceramic as you wrap your hand around the length of him. its an awkward angle, and the closeness of your bodies is restricting the movement of your hand, but it seems to get him just the same.

he’s raspy and cursing when he eventually grabs you by the wrist and tugs you closer by the thighs.

another thirty seconds and a raspberry flavored condom later, ross’s eyes are squeezing shut something pained as he topples forward and presses himself against your entrance.

“fucking, jesus christ-” he’s been gruff and all man in every moment leading up to this, but now his voice has gone high and reedy and undeniably boy.

his jaw is set tight. blood rushes in your ears. the burn and the pressure of him is very well splitting you open as he pushes inside. he stills, and you squirm in anticipation.

“ross - please."

“m sorry, i know. jus’ give me a second.”

you nod, breathless, digging your nails into the sturdy flesh of his bicep as tears made of pain and pleasure bite at your eyes.

he pushes up into you and you cry out loud; ask him to do it again.

he does, again and again until you’re whimpering and your legs begin to shake from where they dangle uselessly from the countertop. he’s still got one hand on the back of your head to keep it from hitting the mirror, and the other is spreading you open.

“could you, can you-”

he hums, lowering his hand and rubbing hard circles into your clit, and you wonder if he’s read your mind.

“thank you, thank you - fuck.”

“‘give you anything you want,” he breathes. “lovely girl - so good for me."

it’s the combination of those words and the force of his fingers that sends you over the edge. it happens so fast you can’t even find the time to take a breath, ripping through you with a cry as you contract around him.. “oh fuck,”

your eyes slam shut with the intensity of it, and you only manage to open them again when you hear ross’s own curses start up again.

he's losing his rhythm now; rough and stuttering where he'd started steady and precise. you watch in fascination, mentally cataloguing the furrow of his brow and the hard set of his jaw as he fucks into you desperately.

“please cum, fuck - want it so bad.” you’re proper babbling now, blinded by overstimulation and choked up with a strange affection you can't quite name. soon after, his head falls to the crook of your neck and he comes with a low groan of your name that hits you right between your legs.

something close to a full minute passes before you either of you speak properly again; it's all gentle silence and hushed praises as you clean up and get your clothes back on.

its only when he offers you a hand down from the sink that he manages to find his voice. it comes out a little shy, and he has to cough his way through it.

"could do with that other drink now, i reckon."

if the way you smile and kiss him in response is any good indication, you don't think you'll fit the bill for any sort of strangers much longer.

#ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald #overthought and made myself hate everything i wrote today🥰🥰

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monstersflashlight · 2 days

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Umm... Do you think.. Maybe.. You could do a dragon and a male person? If not, I totally understand.

Hi! Thanks for the request, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I know very little about temperature play apart from candles, but I’m setting this into a fantasy world where this is not as dangerous as it sounds.

Burn me down

Dragon x male!reader || temperature play, size difference, edging, lowkey orgasm denial

“Iwantyoutouseyourfireonme.” Your words mixed together because you told them so fast. You didn’t want him to think too much about it.

“What?” He asked, confused. Your dragon boyfriend was reading next to you on the couch as you scrolled Tumblr, in his humanoid form he was so handsome you almost lost yourself on him before asking what you wanted.

“I want you to use your fire on me.” You repeated, slower this time.

“No.” His response was instantaneous.

“But-” You tried to argue.

“No.” He repeated, not even looking at you, his eyes fixated on the pages, even though you knew he wasn’t reading shit.

“Come on, I trust you, I know you wouldn’t hurt me and I really want to know what it feels like.” You tried to let all your arguments out before he could deny you again.

“I need to be in full dragon form for that.” He told you like that made a big difference. He already knew you were a slut for all his forms, you loved how well his dragon dick stretched you, how his scales rubbed against your prostate in the most perfect way.

“I know.” You answered, trying to sound calm and collected, but fearing he was going to say no again. “So would you? Use your fire I mean…” You asked again, trying to use your puppy dog eyes on him. He was weak when it came to you, and you wanted to milk that fully.

He sighed heavily. “I’ll think about it.” You fist bumped the air as he tried to hide his smile.

It took him two weeks to give you an answer. “We can try.” He told you in the middle of breakfast. It was Sunday, so you had nothing else to do. “We can try the fire.” He clarified, as if you weren’t completely sure what he meant before. As if you hadn’t been expecting his answer for days.

“Really?” You asked, trying not to sound as hopeful as you felt. You couldn’t believe it took him only two weeks, you thought you would have to ask again after sucking his cock or something, to get him when he wasn’t expecting it.

“Yeah.” He leaned down and kissed your open mouth. You pulled back and started getting your clothes off. “Wait, right now?” He asked behind you as you rushed through the house to get to the only area in your house that could fit his dragon size: the big barn outside. You might or might not have bought the house just for that.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You chanted as you threw your clothes wherever and ran naked across the garden. He followed you, and when he caught up to you he was smiling. His expression was so loving that you felt a shiver down your spine.

You two entered and you positioned yourself in the bed you set there, he removed his clothes slowly. You laid on the bed and watched as he took out the restrains. You shivered, your dick filling rapidly as he approached you with a predatory gaze.

He tied you down to the bed frame and transformed. You looked at him amazed, you were fascinated by his full dragon form. He was so big, so imposing, so scary… But at the same time you could see in his eyes that your boyfriend was still there. “Feels good?” He asked, his voice in the dragon form so deep that made your body shudder. He proved your restrains with his claws to make sure they would hold, humming approvingly.

“Yes! Fuck yes. Come on, come on…” You urged, struggling in your restrains, trying to make him do something apart from looking at you.

“Calm down.” He didn’t move, he just kept looking at you intensely. “Be patient.”

He was drinking your naked body in, your dick was so hard, a shiny droplet of precum at the tip. He leaned down and licked it off, his dragon tongue textured and rough made you scream in pleasure. You whined as he did it again. Having his sharp teeth so close to your dick should be scary, but you were so fucking turned on.

“Please.” You knew he loved when you begged, he was a sucker for your pleas, and you were a sucker for him. Especially if you could take him down your throat.

He approached you, his big head was close to your stomach when he parted his lips and breathed fire over your tummy. The first flame hit you right on the belly button, making you scream and twitch against your restrains. The hot feeling making your whole body shiver as you moaned. He did it again, this time over your hip. The tiny flame held for a couple seconds, enough to make your skin tingle and your arousal grow. You moaned again as he did it again. And again. He kept sending little sparks of flame to your skin, alternating between your chest, your legs… Anywhere but your sensitive parts.

“More, please, please, please… More.” You were completely out of it, the mixture between the cold air and the hot flames was making your arousal get so high you feel like you could come with just a touch. But he didn’t give you that.

He kept sending tiny flames to parts of your body, you felt like you were on fire all over, the kind of fire that consumed you from the inside out and ended up with a big orgasm. You were distracted by the overwhelming heat sensation around your body that you weren’t expecting when he sent the flame to your nipples. You screamed loud. He chuckled over you, and you were about to speak and curse him when he sent another flame to your other nipple, making you scream again.

He tortured you slowly, so, so, so slowly. You were going out of your mind with need when he decided to touch your dick. He licked the copious amount of precum around your whole shaft, making you arch your back until it hurt, trying to get closer to him. He swallowed your erection once, twice… Bobbing his big head over you, being careful not to scratch you with his pointy fingers. You were so close. So, so close.

Then he pulled away and you cried out. Tears were running down your face as he kept teasing you, tiny flames around your body again. He was being mean and cruel about it, not letting you come, edging you to the point of madness. You lost track of time, of space. You lost track of your own body to get into a state of mind that made your head float as your body burned. You were never in danger of being hurt, he would never hurt you, but the tortuous edging he was inflicting was making you a mess.

He licked your tears as they fell. “You look so pretty, I wish you could see how handsome you look right now, all needy and panting. All messy and eager.” His words made you cry harder, precum leaking.

You thought he was going to tease you again, start your torture all over, but he lowered his head and breathed a tiny flame over your heated, oversensitive dick, making you cry out so hard you felt you throat tearing and your soul leave your body. You came so hard you passed out completely.

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miscommunication; option 2 (18+, dick grayson x fem titan reader)

⭓ !PLEASE READ! this is part of a choose-your-ending story. it will not make sense unless you start from here.

"No! Dick, please!" You stand from your chair, cloth napkin falling to the floor, watching him stalk past you towards the exit of the restaurant, anxiety filling your stomach with dread. "You're not even going to let me explain?" You call after him, ignoring the weird looks you're getting from the other guests enjoying their food.

Not about to let him leave things like this, you rush after him, finding him waiting at the valet stand outside. "Dick! You're seriously going to just walk away like that? What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" He sounds taken aback, crossing his arms and glaring at you. "What about you? What's your problem, huh? You really think I would take you somewhere as nice as this, if all I wanted to do was get into your pants? You really think that low of me?"

A loud crash of thunder echoes against the tall buildings surrounding you, but neither of you pay any mind to it, even as a light drizzle of rain begins to fall. The valet, obviously uncomfortable with the exchange that's happening, slips away to retrieve Dick's car.

"No! That's not what I- I didn't even-"

"This was a mistake. I never should have asked you-"

"DICK GRAYSON!" You shout, unable to hold back your own anger now. "You are going to shut the fuck up and let me speak, or I swear I'll-"

"You'll what?" His tone is low, and he uncrosses his arms, hands clenched into fists at his side.

You close your mouth, seething in anger at being interrupted yet again. You feel the tears coming. You can't help it. You cry when you're angry. It's something you hate about yourself, and the last thing you want to do is cry in front of him. Luckily, the rain that's slowly starting to fall helps mask it just a little.

"I didn't realize this was a date!" You finally shout, hands shaking with how worked up he has you.

Dick scoffs, looking you up and down. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are trying to backpedal now, or something? I very clearly asked you out, we have the texts to prove it."

You take a deep breathe before speaking. "I thought you were asking me to work. You've done it before, haven't you? Just last month, you texted me, last minute, asking me to help you tail that arms dealer. I thought this was something like that."

Dick's angry expression morphs to one of confusion, now second-guessing himself. "Are you being for real?"

"Yes!"

More thunder. A loud clash, and the rainfall grows heavier, slowly soaking both of you as you glower angrily at one another.

Dick finally pulls you aside so you're both standing under the awning of the Italian restaurant, safe from the oncoming downpour. He feels something hard strapped to your upper arm when he does so. "What's this?" He asks, feeling the object through the wet fabric of your sweater.

"What do you think it is? A knife." You explain, hoping he's finally starting to believe you. "I told you. I thought this was Titan's business. You didn't tell me what we were getting into, so I came prepared." Shrugging away his hand, you reach down to pull the damp garment off over your head. You're left in just your tank top now, giving Dick full view of the weapons you had concealed, along with the comm wire you two and the other titans will wear on missions.

Any trace of anger left on his face is gone. He opens his mouth to speak, stammering a little. "You mean.. but I thought… my texts…" He looks mortified. Dick isn't a man that finds himself speechless very often, but now is one of those times.

A long exhale escapes your lips, releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You glance around you, and wring out the excess water from your sweater a little before pulling it back over your head, not wanting your knives to draw too much attention. "Do you understand now? I fucked up, okay? I should have clarified with you, I misunderstood what you were asking me. That's my fault. But I did not agree to this with the intention of fucking you all night. I promise."

"Fuck." Dick runs his fingers through his shaggy hair, which was styled neatly earlier but is now wet and messy from the rain. He looks at you and says your name in an apologetic tone. "I really just made a fool of myself, didn't I?"

"Yeah, no shit." You cross your arms over your stomach, rubbing your hand up and down your arm to fight off a chill. "Dick, you are one of the most amazing people I've ever met. I care about you. You're a great leader, and an even better friend. I could never just see you as someone to hook up with. Even if…" You lose your confidence at that last sentence, trailing off a little, hesitating to finish the thought.

"Even if what?" He takes a step closer to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. His eyes search yours, looking you over, trying to read you.

You swallow the lump in your throat, and reply, "Even if you're, like, the hottest guy I've ever seen." You look off to the side, avoiding the intensity of his gaze.

Finally, a smirk appears on his lips. "So… you do think I'm hot?" His embarrassment would surely be relieved somewhat, if he could confirm you did reciprocate some of his feelings.

"Objectively, yes. But I promise, that isn't what's most important to me." You see the valet arriving in Dicks car. Looking towards the bright blue vehicle, then to the dazzling eyes in front of you sporting the same hue, you try and find the right words to express what you feel. "The last thing I want to do is to make you feel objectified. Please, Dick, could we just start over? I'd love to continue our date, now that I know it is a date."

Guilt is tugging at his heart. Your sincere words have diffusing any remaining doubt or irritation that may have been lingering in the back of his mind. The hand that is on your shoulder snakes up to tangle in your hair, close to the base of your skull. "I'd like that." His tone is softer now that he's closer to you. "And I'm sorry, too."

"You don't have to apolo-"

Dick cuts you off, yet again. But not with words. This time, it's with a kiss. You freeze for a moment, not expecting the forward affection after how upset he was with the idea of you just wanting him for his body. But it only takes a second before you relax into him, hands snaking around his broad frame, relishing the feeling of his strong arms pulling you tight against him. His body heat is welcoming, but even more so are his lips, eager and assertive against your own.

The valet exits the flashy car once its parked in the loading zone. He retrieves an umbrella, but stops short when he sees the couple that were yelling at each other just a few minutes ago, now making out, soaking wet, zero regard for who's watching. He looks to Dick, then behind him to the running vehicle, unsure of what to do next.

"Sir? Excuse me, sir? Your car is ready!"

Dick ignores him. And so do you. His kisses are quelling the guilt and frustration you feel towards yourself. Its like he's pouring his love and reassurance into you with every movement of his tongue, every brush of his lips against your own. You never imagined that Dick Greyson, son of Batman, leader of the Titans, former Robin, the one and only Nightwing, would be clutching you and kissing you so passionately in a place so public. The valet continues to awkwardly try to get his attention, but Dick doesn't care. His focus is on you, and he doesn't intend on stopping until he's made this right.

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of our own making

(an X-Files fanfic)

Chapter 33/34 - end call

[Read on AO3]

Mulder isn’t sure how long he's out for, but he knows it can’t have been more than an hour or two before something wakes him from his dreamless slumber. He blinks a few times at the striped pattern on the ceiling from the street lights shining through the blinds, and suddenly remembers where he is.

The sound he hears is the familiar cry of Madeline, just the beginnings of it, but he knows if it goes unanswered for much longer, she will be harder to console. He gets to his feet, running his hands over his tired face as he crosses from his room into the hall.

He only hesitates a second before pushing open the door to Scully’s room, peeking his head inside. She’s sitting up in bed, looking disoriented and adorable, clearly only having woken up a moment ago as well.

“Stay there,” he says quietly, accidentally startling her with his presence. “I can get her this time, hon.”

He’s not sure where that endearment came from, exactly, but he can blame it on the lack of sleep later if she asks. He makes his way over to the bassinet, peering over the edge at the baby inside.

“Diaper change,” he informs Scully, lifting Maddie out and taking her over to the changing table next to the dresser. By the time he gets her cleaned and changed, Scully is passed out again on her side, her hair fanning out over the pillow with a bit of drool escaping her lips. He chuckles softly, taking Maddie with him as he goes out to the kitchen to prepare some formula for her.

He returns and takes a seat in the rocking chair, moving Scully’s robe aside so he can sit down in it while he feeds the baby. As much as he usually dislikes being kept awake in the middle of the night, this isn’t so bad. Maybe in a few weeks he’ll be tired of it, but for now, it affords him the opportunity to see Scully in a way he doesn’t often get to. And getting to be a father? Just the cherry on top.

Maddie falls asleep again before she can finish the bottle, which means she’ll almost certainly be up in another hour or so wanting more. Resigned to this fact, Mulder lifts his elbow up and places a kiss on her sweet-smelling forehead. Maybe it’s too early to say, but this little creature can do no wrong in his eyes. Even if she keeps them up all night, he’ll never forget what it took to get here. This is what they’d wanted, him and Scully, and all the highs and lows that come with it.

Careful not to jostle her too much, he settles her back down in the bassinet and puts the cap back on the bottle. It’ll need to go in the fridge until the next feeding, probably. He walks over to the door, placing a hand on the door handle.

“Where are you going?” Scully slurs, her eyes half-lidded beneath furrowed eyebrows. She lifts herself onto her left elbow, a movement that—in her semi-conscious state—takes a lot more effort than usual.

Mulder holds up the half-filled bottle of formula and gives it a little shake. “Putting this away,” he answers in a hushed tone.

“Are you coming back?” she asks.

He stares at her, wondering if she’s even aware of what she’s saying, or if she’s just talking in her sleep.

“I was going to go back to bed, but I can if you want me to,” he answers; Then, after a pause, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” she breathes, laying back down and adjusting the covers over her shoulders.

His heart pounds in his chest. “Okay,” he says, his voice strained. “I’ll be right back.”

This time when he returns, he opens the door with less hesitation, since theoretically, he has an invitation. He briefly wonders if she’d just wanted him to sit in here and talk or something, but the way she’s pulled back the covers for him clarifies her meaning pretty effectively.

The mattress dips below him as he takes his place on the right side of the bed. He’s not sure she’s even awake anymore, but he reminds himself that she asked for this. It’s not even that unusual these days to share a bed with her, and yet each time, he still feels as nervous as the last.

She hums in appreciation once he gets settled, rolling over to face him.

“I like having you here,” she says sleepily, wrapping her arms around his right arm.

‘What a coincidence,’ he thinks, ‘I like being here.’

It doesn’t matter if they get woken up every couple hours throughout the night—it’s one of the best night's sleep Mulder has ever had. For the first time, he has his family all under one roof. Never mind the roof—they’re all in one room.

When they wake in the morning, Scully’s head is resting on his shoulder, and his hand is tucked snugly around her waist.

He can’t imagine a better place to be.

-.-.-

She leaves Mulder with Maddie in the living room while she puts the laundry away, smiling to herself at the sight of the two of them playing together. Maybe playing is an exaggeration, but Mulder keeps making her kick her legs to the beat of whatever of his CDs is currently playing in the CD player, a game she seems rather indifferent toward.

She does seem to like being in the bouncy chair, though, even though she hasn’t quite figured out how to reach for the colorful toys dangling above it. It’s only a matter of time before she’ll be shoving anything and everything she can reach into her slobbery mouth, Scully reminds herself. There’s plenty to enjoy about these newborn days, and she vows to make the most of them.

As she’s finishing hanging up one of her work shirts in the closet, her cell phone rings on the nightstand where she’d left it the night before. She hooks the hanger onto the rod and sets the remaining pile of clothes on the bed before picking up the device and checking the caller I.D.

Bill, Jr.

Scully sighs and pushes the door to her bedroom closed, leaving only a small crack in case Mulder needs something. Only then does she feel ready for the conversation that is about to take place.

“Hi, Bill,” she says, feeling dread pool in the pit of her stomach. This was one of the consequences of not telling her family that she’d tried to forget about, initially, but now it had come back to bite her.

“Dana,” he says. “So, I talked to Mom on the phone yesterday.”

Scully sits down on the edge of her bed. It’s either that, or pace around in circles until she wears a hole into the carpet, and she’d really like to not have to replace the carpet in here another time.

“What did she tell you?” she asks, calculating just how upset she needs to be with her mother the next time she sees her.

“Nothing,” he answers. “She couldn’t talk, just said she was very busy and that I should call you.”

Scully suppresses a breath of relief.

“I was actually going to call you today,” she says, which is mostly true. Mulder had been asking her all morning when she’d get around to telling the rest of her family, and she’d promised it would be soon. She knew it was probably making him as anxious as she was. He’s the one who had worried about Bill since the beginning of all this.

“So, what is it?” her brother asks, clearly bracing for some kind of life altering news. “Cancer?” he guesses, muttering the word in hopes of it being wrong.

“No,” she’s quick to assure him. “No, it’s not that. It’s– um…”

How to go about this? She has a couple options here. Which part of the news should she break first?

“Spit it out, Danes,” he says, clearly growing impatient.

“I, um…”

Good news first, right? Well, not that any of it is bad news, from her perspective, but from Bill’s…

“I adopted a baby, Bill,” she says, keeping her voice quiet enough that Mulder won’t hear.

“You did what?” he asks, still processing what she’d said. “A baby? Why would you–? Without telling us?”

Scully purses her lips, keeping silent while he comes to terms with this announcement.

“It’s not—” he stammers, searching for the right words. “It’s not like… Emily… right?”

She huffs, despite knowing he means no offense by asking. But somehow, it still hurts to hear the detached way he questions her.

“No, just a regular adoption through an agency,” she says, working hard to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“By yourself?” he asks, emphasizing the words.

And here’s where things could go south very quickly.

She’ll just say it. Like ripping off a band-aid.

“With Mulder.”

It would be better, she thinks, if Bill would just jump straight into yelling at her, but instead she has to sit through at least thirty seconds of complete silence, the tension making her want to snap.

“With Mulder,” he finally repeats, the tone of his voice indiscernible.

Scully’s tongue peeks out and runs over her upper lip, a nervous tic she’s thus far been unable to quell. “Is there a problem with that?” she asks, testing him. Daring him to voice his disdain for the man she’s chosen to spend her life with.

Bill Jr. has never been one to back down from a challenge.

“What, are you trading off taking care of it like some class pet, Dana?”

And there’s the predictable moment where he pushes her over the edge. It was only a matter of time before he said something truly hurtful.

“Her name is Madeline, Bill,” she says forcefully, her voice raising an octave. “And actually, Mulder and I are living together. We’re raising her together, as partners.”

“As partners,” he scoffs. “What, he couldn’t at least make an honest woman out of you? I can’t believe Mom is supporting this—”

“If it matters that much to you, I’ll have you know that Mulder and I are, in fact, married,” she says, taking a tone of superiority that she usually reserves for embarrassing sexist law enforcement officers in Podunk, U.S.A. “But before you come flying across the country raring to fight, we only got married to make the process easier. You don’t have to worry about your poor defenseless sister falling to the whims of some quote-unquote ‘dangerous man.’”

“Dana,” Bill says, frustration and disappointment evident in his voice. “I just don’t understand you. You could have any man you want, someone who would give you a real family. Why would you settle for this– this… arrangement you have with your work partner?”

“Why can’t you just be happy for me, Bill? Why do I have to explain myself to you?”

“Is this what you were hiding at Christmas? Is this why he came along?”

Her deafening silence is all the answer he needs.

“I can’t believe this. My baby sister has a sham marriage…” he groans. “How could you let this happen, Dana? What are you going to do when he runs off to go search for aliens and leaves you?”

“Mulder has been the best father a kid could ask for,” Scully speaks angrily into the phone. It’s one thing for Bill to insult her, but the things he’s saying about Mulder are unacceptable.

“I hope that’s true,” he spits. “I hope for your sake, Dana, that you’re right. But I’m telling you right now, I don’t have much confidence in the guy. How can someone like that, with his head constantly in the clouds yelling that the sky is falling, ever be the father he needs to be? I just don’t see it. Why couldn’t you just find someone who loves you and settle down the normal way? Why?”

Scully’s pounding heart shatters, spilling all over the floor in tiny pieces and knocking the wind out of her.

“He does love me,” she gasps through tears, hoping that if she says it with enough conviction, it might be true. “He does.”

She’s not sure who she’s trying to convince now, her brother, or herself. Either way, it’s clear he detects the uncertainty in her voice, that nagging bit of doubt she can’t seem to shake. She imagines on his face the smug look of a slimy defense lawyer about to rest his case, knowing that he’s about to let a guilty man go free. Her stomach twists sickly.

“You sure about that?” Bill asks.

A gentle tap on her shoulder startles her out of her near panic attack, and she looks up to see Mulder standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. How long he’s been listening, she doesn’t know, but with tear-filled eyes, she feels vulnerable and hurt and just wants it to stop. He holds his hand out for the phone, and she releases it from her iron grip, handing it to him without a word.

His thumb immediately finds the end call button, and he tosses it on her bed without a second glance.

Crouching down to her level, he holds her gently in place by placing his hands on her arms, locking his eyes with hers with an intensity she’s rarely ever seen.

“I do love you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “Don’t listen to him. I love you.”

His thumb brushes soothingly over the smooth underside of her elbow, and she finds she can’t look away. She’s too overwhelmed now to contain her tears, and she doesn’t have the strength to do so even if she tried. They spill forth like a river, and she holds fast to his words, afraid that if she lets go, she’ll be pulled under by the current.

“You do?” she asks, trembling under his grip as she searches his eyes for the truth.

He nods simply, his brows furrowed in worry at the state of her.

Desperately, and without a second thought, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding onto him tightly. The position can’t be good for his knees, but he responds in kind, encircling her waist in the security of his arms.

“I love you too,” she gasps, hardly able to get the words out through the tightness constricting her throat, but she has to. He needs to know what she should have told him long ago.

His shoulders drop in relief, and she feels him bury his face in her neck and clutch her tighter, his hand moving up her back to entangle with the hair at the base of her neck.

“You’ve given me everything,” he murmurs into her skin, his voice breaking with honesty. “This family, Scully… I’ve wanted this with you for so long.”

She lets out a sob, grabbing at his shirt for purchase and refusing to let go. His Adam’s apple bobs against her shoulder, and she knows him well enough by now to know that he, too, is overcome with emotion.

He pulls back suddenly and his eyes meet hers, watery and clear, a direct window into the depths of his soul. For the first time, everything he feels is laid bare at her feet, and she knows without a shadow of a doubt that he loves her. Every bit of her, just as she does him. And for the first time, she allows herself to believe it.

Under the weight of his undisguised adoration, she almost forgets how to breathe.

She has just enough time to draw one last shaky breath before he surges forward and kisses her, covering her mouth with his like a desperate man that has been dying of thirst in the desert. His lips are salty with tears—either hers or his, she can’t tell, but what’s the difference? He drops his knees to the ground, allowing him a little extra height and better stability so he doesn’t have to rely on her for balance quite as much.

They cling desperately to each other, here in this small bedroom in their apartment in Georgetown, and she realizes all at once that she has everything she could possibly want. His hand cups her cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly against her jaw as his lips move firmly and smoothly over hers.

This is it, the thing she’s scarcely allowed herself to hope for. Mulder—all of him. As a friend. As a partner. As a husband. Now, a lover.

Her family.

“Your brother’s an idiot,” he says into her mouth, startling a huff of a laugh out of her before he devotes himself entirely to the kiss, giving his utmost care and attention to the fullness of her bottom lip.

She smiles and pulls back just long enough to look at him, his shining, tear-filled eyes and radiant grin making her stomach do somersaults.

“Shut up, Mulder,” she says, cupping his face between her hands.

His fingers brush her tears away, leaving only happiness in their wake.

And she kisses him again.

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Cream

I saw this idea on tiktok and I don't know where I found it but I had to do something with it so if anyone knows who posted the original idea please tell me so I can credit them :)

Keegan being flirty↓

You hated parties, always have, always will but your roommate, and best friend, loves them. She has one almost every week, sometimes it's university friends, sometimes work friends but this time it's a party for all of the people in your building.

You hate it, it's loud and annoying and people keep trying your locked door. Probably so they can come and hook up on your bed, fucking animals. It's not even like you dislike the people in your building, you just hate parties.

It's moments like these that make you curse your minimum wage job, if only you could have a mini fridge. You wouldn't have to go out there to get the lemonade you so desperately wanted. You've been arguing with yourself over it for a good twenty minutes.

You tried texting your roommate, then calling but she's probably borderline dry humping some guy in the middle of your living room right now. You kind of respect her ability to do that, envy it sometimes. And anyway, you'll probably hear about this guy's sexual skills tomorrow over lunch.

When you finally come to the conclusion that you're doomed to have to leave the sanctuary of your bedroom, you reluctantly open the door. The noise is worse out here. It's shitty club music and the bass is so hard that the cups on the table near the speaker are shaking. Like you expected, your roommate has her tongue down someone's throat, the girl from the floor above actually. She has short brown hair and so far, in your three years of living here you haven't seen her not in a flannel. Upon a quick look around you find that most of your younger neighbours are here.

You almost drop your phone when your eyes land on Keegan. Not only is he so rarely home, because of deployment, you also never took him as a party goer. Equally you find him incredibly attractive and have made a consistent fool of yourself around him, he's always friendly but you assume that's because your best friend is hot and also a bit of a psycho. The last time you saw him, you walked into the door of the lift and your friend simply told him that she knew where he lived, he grinned but nodded and kept his laughter to a minimum or at least he tried to.

You turn so quickly that you walk straight into the boy who lives across the hall from you. He's sweet really, you apologise and hope that Keegan didn't see that because that would be yet another time you made a fool out of yourself, and in your own house. God all you wanted was lemonade.

You look down at the floor and try not to come off as embarrassed as you feel, you just want to get back to your room as fast as you can. When you finally make it to the fridge you grab the lemonade but notice that you've still got left over whipped cream. Your roommate convinced you to get some the last time you went shopping, you can't really remember why but it's there now.

You can't resist it, so you tilt your head back and squirt some into your mouth. As you go to replace the cream you're stopped by a voice, a voice you can place immediately. One that makes your knees weak.

“Got any left?” Keegan looks down at you, his mask concealing all but his steely blue eyes.

“Um what?” You heard what he said but you're frozen and it's like your brain has gone into low power mode.

“Whipped cream.” He clarifies, looking between you and the canister. You stare at him, you probably look like such an idiot.

“You want some?” You ask as if you don't know, as if it's not incredibly obvious.

“Yeah, just squirt some in my mouth.” You try to ignore how dirty that sounded and also try to stop your mind from drifting to how he would sound saying other things.

He pulls his mask up just over his nose. “Um okay?” You reach up but the angle is awkward, you haven't really processed how much taller than you he actually is. “Sorry you can just…um.” You hold the whipped cream out for him but he shakes his head.

You give him a confused look and he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you opening his mouth.

You stare down at him utterly bewildered, a smirk plays on his lips as he looks at your expression.

“Better?”

You stare, glued to the spot and completely frozen for a moment before you come back to reality and conscious thought.

“Um yeah..”

He opens his mouth again and you press down on the nozzle until the cream fills his mouth. You try desperately to keep your thoughts from wondering. You hope he doesn't know how much that affected you but the flush on your cheeks probably does nothing to hide it.

“Thanks princess.” He smirks as he gets up and rolls his mask back over his lips. You take a moment before putting the whipped cream back just to regain your motor control.

The image of him on the floor in front of you with a mouth full of whipped cream will be burned into your retinas for the rest of your life and did he just call you princess? Fuck, now you needed to go back to your room but for a while different reason.

#keegan russ x reader #cod keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ #cod men #cod x reader #neighbour keegan #smut but not really?#suggestive #sub keegan

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spiderprincess-suffet · 3 days

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I frickin love my Aus Sally, i purposely made her the opposite of how the fandom majority sees her and I love her now lol.

I feel like the Creepypasta fandom has this overly Pure and innocent view of Sally, with the frilly dresses bows and sweet innocent attitude even not allowing any shipping with her as odd as that is.

I've seen many people headcannon her as Aroace Wich Is fine if you just like it or are even self projecting a bit cuz I've seen people do but, butttt ive also seen a pretty big amount of people headcannon her as Aroace specifically because of the SA in her story, and that's never really sat right with me just cuz it kinda sends the message of

If you've been SA'd in the past you'll never feel love or want to even think of anything romantic or sexual again. Which admittedly can happen as a trauma response but it's not all the time people have many different trauma responses and for my Sally I wanted to lean away from that.

My Sally isn't some innocent girl who can't defend herself and wears all these frilly dresses and needs to be covered at all times, she's not afraid to wear things like Tanktops crop tops shorts heels and just generally more revealing stuff like most of the fandom tends to portray her as, tho obviously it's not to the overly sexualized and inappropriate type of revealing stuff I'm just saying Sally isn't held back by the SA she's grown up and she's not ashamed of her body and not afraid to wear more revealing stuff like Tanktops as it's not what you wear NO ONE deserves SA or is asking for it just by wearing shorts or a crop top and you shouldn't be expected to be innocent and completely covered at all times it's okay to wear whatever it's up to the adults to not be creepy about it.

She's still girly overall loves pink and ribbons and glitter but she's not some innocent child she knows what happened to her was wrong and she's trying to move on from it and live a normal life, she's also not stupid and can defend herself another thing that buggs me is how many people make characters like Masky or Toby or slender always come to her rescue making sure no man can hurt her again but to me that just takes away her agency, saying she needs all the men in her life to protect her when she can protect herself they should be guiding her and teaching her how to fight properly not just doing it for her.

She also likes romance talk my Sally is Bisexual as just because you were SA'd doesn't mean you can never love or want to be loved again shes a normal bisexual girl who gets crushes and sure she still feels awkward and is very cautious especially around men but still she likes to fantasize about going on dates and getting valentine's gifts and that's okay XD

Uh I hope I explained this well im not trying to offend anyone and I'm pretty bad at explaining my thoughts but I tried sorry it might not come off as I intended so feel free to ask questions I'll be glad to attempt some clarifying.🫠

#art #digital art #creepypasta #creepypasta art #creepypasta au #sally williams #creepypasta sally #creepypasta fanart #crp fandom #crp

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elliesspacewalker · 2 days

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I'm going to put this out here just for clarification... I do not write transgender Ellie because I want to have sex with men, I write transgender Ellie because I have gender dysphoria and this is based on some of my life experiences- I've had gender dysphoria since I was really young and obviously it put a lot of stress on me and I was young and didn't understand what was going on. I figured out how bad my gender dysphoria was after having a trip and having severe dissociation and distortion.... I also do understand that a lot of the stuff I write is NSFW (18+) but I am in the making of series that aren't NSFW and are SFW, that could possibly help other people with similar problems. I also have a lot of transgender friends whether it be FTM or MTF, and they do like this stuff and that's totally fine... Obviously I do want to make this community as comfortable as possible with the stuff I write and obviously it's not for everyone, if it's not for you then that is fine, you can scroll or block me, but remember that some people DO like this stuff.

The majority of the stuff I have written has been based on requests I have gotten and not based purely on my own ideas, but yet again I am in the making of angst and fluff series, hc's and one shots- not everything I write is strictly to sex, but the majority of it is, and obviously I am still trying to write stuff that isn't purely around sex... As I have clarified in a lot of my writings is that I do NOT use offensive terms towards trans people such as "futa" or "femcel" this is to make other people comfortable and it's purely because I'm not a transphobic person.

Mentions of suicide below this!

Gender dysphoria is no joke, I drove myself insane with it and almost killed myself due to gender dysphoria and other mental health problems- and I do get where some people will feel uncomfortable with this stuff but it's much nicer to just ask instead of saying transgender writers want to have sex with men and this is the only reason I, me, myself as a person would want to write transgender Ellie, it's simply not... I obviously don't want to give out my entire life online, but it's not because I want dick, it's simply because I want one and I'd MUCH prefer to write it about a fictional character than real life people. There are very few transgender!Ellie, Abby and Dina writers in the last of us fandom so it's not particularly hard to know who you're aiming this at.

If anybody has any questions about it, or anything else please don't hesitate to DM me or go into the anons, I'm always happy to give out advice!

At this point, I have said what I needed to say and most likely won't be writing about it again but this is just so people understand I'm not doing it for some of the reasons that have been said

#ellie williams #abby anderson #dina woodward #transgender ellie #trans!ellie #transgender #ellie the last of us

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ladykiller-yt · 1 day

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A possible conversation between Crowley and Aziraphale in season 3

Crowley: "Now that we've clarified the situation and made peace between us, what would you like to do, angel?"

Aziraphale: "I wouldn't know..."

Crowley: "What do humans usually do after an argument?"

Aziraphale: "Well, it depends... they go to the cinema, have dinner or lunch, go shopping... make love."

Crowley: “You want…”

Aziraphale:"Oh no no no no...maybe..."

Crowley: "How about we start with dinner, a cinema and then see how the evening goes?"

Aziraphale: "I think it would be perfect."

Crowley: “Can I tempt you?”

Aziraphale: "Temptation approved."

#crowley #good omens #ineffable husbands #love quotes #aziraphale #crowleyxaziraphale #ineffable lovers #crowley x aziraphale #crowley good omens #aziracrow #david tennant #michael sheen #niel gaiman #good omens season 3 #good omens season 1 #good omens season 2 #go3

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buddiebeginz · 2 hours

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I thought it was interesting that we had a scene in 7x09 with Bobby and Buck where they talked about T*mmy and Bobby called Buck kid. Something T*mmy has also called Buck. I know you could make the argument that Bobby has called Buck that multiple times before so it's no big deal but I think it highlights how T*mmy doesn't really see Buck as an equal.

I feel like you can also see this in how T*mmy talks to Buck most of the time. He comes off as dismissive to Buck's feelings or like he knows better because I think he thinks he does. It's one of the reasons why I don't think this relationship is going to work out in the long term. I also will forever theorize that T*mmy was originally pursuing Eddie who I think is older than Buck and who generally comes off as a little more mature than Buck in some ways. That's not a dig at Buck btw it's just how their personalities tend to differ.

I think T*mmy likes Buck and he thought he was cute so he decided to go for it when Buck said he wanted his attention but I also think T*mmy knows there's something going on between Buck and Eddie. I'm positive we'll get some line from T*mmy eventually where he'll say he knew this wasn't going to be a forever thing. But even that aside the longer T*mmy and Buck are dating (or whatever their relationship is at this point since the show hasn't clarified) it becomes apparent that they're just too different to be in a relationship together.

I've seen B/T shippers argue that when T*mmy makes his snippy comments to Buck it's just his personality and he's just being sarcastic or whatever but it doesn't come across that way. I think Buck is at times silly and full of energy and also often needs to feel supported and reassured (especially given his family history) and I think T*mmy doesn't always want to have to deal with all of that. Look at how he was during the bachelor party or how Buck was excited at the award ceremony and T*mmy's response was just "enjoy it while it lasts".

I know I'm biased because of course I want Buddie to happen and I don't like T*mmy but even if those things didn't exist I can't imagine I would want this to be Buck's forever love. Everyone should ship whatever makes them happy but I will never understand how so many people now have dropped Buddie for this ship when there is so little substance there and what little of it is there just doesn't seem like a good fit. Buck deserves better.

#buddie #911 buddie #911 7x09 #911!

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adragonsfriend · 9 hours

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Yoda and the Story of Zhuangzi's wife

We've all heard Yoda's words about letting go in Revenge of the Sith,

"Careful you must be when sensing the future, Anakin. The fear of loss is a path to the dark side…Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is."

It's one of the phrases most often used to call Yoda unfeeling, cold, mean to Anakin, etcetera, and I would like to look at the same lesson presented in nearly the same circumstance, but one with does not have Anakin, and therefore everyone's feelings about Anakin, plastered all over it.

The story of Zhuangzi's wife is a taoist one which was brought up to me as a point of comparison by @tai-feng:

莊子妻死，惠子弔之，莊子則方箕踞鼓盆而歌。惠子曰：與人居長子，老身死，不哭亦足矣，又鼓盆而歌，不亦甚乎。 Zhuangzi's wife died. When Huizi (his friend) went to convey his condolences, he found Zhuangzi sitting with his legs sprawled out, pounding on a tub and singing. "You lived with her, she brought up your children and grew old," said Huizi. "It should be enough simply not to weep at her death. But pounding on a tub and singing—this is going too far, isn't it?" 莊子曰：不然。是其始死也，我獨何能無概然。察其始而本無生，非徒無生也，而本無形，非徒無形也，而本無氣。雜乎芒芴之間，變而有氣，氣變而有形，形變而有生，今又變而之死，是相與為春秋冬夏四時行也。 Zhuangzi said, "You're wrong. When she first died, do you think I didn't grieve like anyone else? But I looked back to her beginning and the time before she was born. Not only the time before she was born, but the time before she had a body. Not only the time before she had a body, but the time before she had a spirit. In the midst of the jumble of wonder and mystery a change took place and she had a spirit. Another change and she had a body. Another change and she was born. Now there's been another change and she's dead. It's just like the progression of the four seasons, spring, summer, fall, winter." 人且偃然寢於巨室，而我噭噭然隨而哭之，自以為不通乎命，故止也。 "Now she's going to lie down peacefully in a vast room. If I were to follow after her bawling and sobbing, it would show that I don't understand anything about fate. So I stopped."

— Zhuangzi, chapter 18 (Watson translation)

Zhuangzi is perhaps gentler than Yoda in the way he presents the lesson; he leads Huizi through his own thought process to his ultimate conclusion rather than stating a pure philosophical ideal, but his circumstances are also different than Yoda's.

Huizi serves as a stand in for a student listening to the story for the first time. He is totally naive to the lesson Zhuangzi has to teach him.

Anakin comes to Yoda as an adult, seeking advice, not as a child whose every decision should have to be monitored by the adults around him. When Anakin is unwilling to share the details of his situation, it is not Yoda's place to interrogate him for those details or solve his problems for him.

Personally, (no one rip me apart for oversimplifying a little here) I do not interrogate my friends for every detail anytime they say they are having a rough time, no matter how curious I might be. I listen to the details they want to share, ask for clarifying details if they are relevant, and if I am told enough to recognize a way I could help, I offer them that help. If they refuse my help, or do not offer me a way to help, I offer what advice or what comfort I can. I do not barge into their life and start making decisions for them, because they are adults with reasonable understandings of the world and are more capable of making decisions for themselves than I am, no matter how much I want to be able to make all their problems go away.

To put it another way, I let go of my curiosity, my desire to prove myself helpful, and my desire for a perfect world in order to respect the autonomy of my friends by allowing them to decide how to live and what help to accept.

Anakin gives Yoda nothing to work with except that he is having visions of the possible pain, suffering, or death of someone close to him. They are in the middle of a war, there is pain, suffering, and death everywhere. The person closest to Anakin that Yoda knows about is Obi-Wan, another adult that can take care of himself. Frankly, even if Yoda suspected anything, Padmé is an adult who can take care of herself.

Anakin is an adult who comes to Yoda for advice, not a child seeking an intervention, and Yoda offers him the best advice he has, in a manner that Anakin clearly understands, because he responds to the speech by asking,

"What must I do, Master Yoda?"

He understands what Yoda is saying and asks more about what it means for him. This is the moment where he implies, truthfully or not, that he is ready to learn the lesson, and that he can deal with the problem on his own. There is nothing else Yoda can to without more concrete details but offer him a final instruction,

"Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose."

Sometimes the idea that George Lucas had religious inspirations outside of Christianity when it came to the central themes of Star Wars is greatly distrusted in the fandom, but a lot of Star Wars actually validates the fact that he was interested in a lot more than borrowing Samurai aesthetics. It is more common, in my experience, to see the eastern influenced parts of Jedi philosophy denigrated, misunderstood, and over-simplified than the parts which are influenced by christianity.

To me it is difficult, if not impossible, to reconcile concepts of unconditional love and absolute forgiveness without also understanding what it means to let go of attachment.

#star wars #yoda #master yoda #anakin skywalker #revenge of the sith #taoism #letting go #jedi #jedi philosophy #star wars yeeteth

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