#but. how do I relieve stress. how do i create joy

[hyuckmov]

request #1: meandom!haechan who's still weak for his gf smut, 18+ minors dni, some fluff wc: 1.6k content: oral (f), makeshift gag, pussy slapping, meandom turned softdom haechan, sub-ish reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praise a/n: i have no idea if this is good or not anyway something good happened to me today and i thought i would spread some joy and finish off with my first request <3 also i know i said 800-1k but i got a bit carried away LOL as always, i hope this is at least a little hot... thank you so much for sending in the request!

haechan pouts at you. it would be an otherwise cute expression if his heart-shaped lips weren't slick from teasing your clit for the past 20 minutes, and if his arms weren't currently wrapped around your thighs and forcing them wide apart. 

"how many times do i have to remind you…" his voice dripping with condescension. "eyes wide open. didn't you promise?"

your mind flits back to how this all began. haechan had been needing some sort of a stress reliever, his hands rough on your skin as he alternated between kissing and biting the side of your neck the moment he arrived home. and while you offered to let him take you then and there, he insisted that he would much prefer it if he could eat you out to his heart's content.

because haechan loved spending his time between your legs, pinning your thighs to each side as he pressed kisses on your clit. circling his tongue over your entrance and sucking and sucking until you were all puffy and ready for him. he didn't usually have the luxury of time when it came to eating you out, as it was either some way to prepare you for his cock, or your whimpers and whines would have driven him completely insane. but today had been different.

tugging your panties down your legs, you barely had time to let out a cry before he had shoved them in your mouth. 

"keep your lips shut and your eyes on me, okay? i don't want any distractions." he gave your cheek a light slap, relishing in the way your head jolted but your eyes never left his, fucked out before he had even really begun. "you promise?"  

you had nodded. 

now, you refocus your eyes on him, going a little cross eyed at the effort to not roll your eyes back into your head at the visual. making his tongue lie flat and wide, he licked broad strokes from your entrance up to your clit, soft moans from him creating a light buzz which sent shocks of pleasure up your spine. not one to keep still, his hips jolted into the bed with each lick, subconsciously chasing his own pleasure while he lost himself in the feeling of your slick folds against his lips. he dipped his tongue into you, feeling you clench. 

"are you close?" he breathes, never removing his lips from you as they formed the words. you begin to nod frantically, having had enough of being edged and ignored for what felt like hours. moving your hips as much as you could in his hold, you try to push yourself against his tongue, fucking yourself onto his face. his nose accidentally bumps against your clit, and you can't help but let out a high whine. 

the sound makes haechan's eyes narrow. releasing your legs from his hold, he gets up to sit back on his heels, depriving you of any touch completely. 

"that's two promises you've broken, baby," he says, but the petname is devoid of any of its usual warmth. there's a sharpness in his voice that's rehearsed and deliberate, and somewhere in the back of your mind you can't say it doesn't thrill you. 

his hand reaches out to caress your inner thigh, edging closer and closer to the space between your legs. suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, he delivers a harsh slap to your pussy. you mewl, involuntarily arching your back at how the feeling stings.

"you're gushing," he mocks. roughly, he prods two fingers around your hole, spreading your arousal all around. "does baby enjoy being punished?" 

you can't decide whether to shake your head or nod your head, so you give a tiny whimper. 

"jury's still out?" he pouts again, and it's almost obscene how the innocent expression tugs at his features, as if he hadn't buried his face in your cunt a minute ago. "guess we'll have to try again." this time, you're a bit more prepared for when his hand comes down on your clit twice, your hips stuttering as you try to jolt away and chase his touch at the same time. affected more than he's letting on, he lets out a groan as he watches the way your body shudders, completely ruined and ready for him.

"gonna fuck you now," he breathes, tugging his sweatpants off hastily. his heavy hands pull at your waist, arranging your limbs so that your hips are tilted towards him and your legs are pushed up, almost brushing his shoulders. lining himself up to your entrance, he taps his hard cock a few times against your clit, running it along your slit as he throws his head back to let out a low moan. his eyes half lidded, he begins to pump his cock lazily, spreading a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum all over his shaft. 

he looks so pretty in the moment, his chest heaving, his face glistening in an ethereal way and his eyebrows furrowing with a small crease as he pleasures himself. puffy lips stretched open as he pushes his tongue into his cheek, his whimpers melting with the obscene sounds of him stroking himself filling up the still air in the room, that the words slip out of your mouth as a mumble of sounds. 

"what?" he pants, reaching in your mouth with his unoccupied hand to tug out your makeshift gag. he harshly squeezes at your cheeks a few times as you take in a few deep breaths. "words." 

"i love you," you say, softly. the haze in your mind slowly clearing, you wrap a hand on his wrist and pull his hand off your face, intertwining your fingers together. "you're so good to me. i love you." 

haechan stills. it's not his first time hearing you tell him you love him, so why does it make his heart start to race in an entirely different way? his cheeks flush red, as he looks down at your hand clasped in his, something so sweet and tender about the way your fingers caress his. 

"you're so pretty," you continue, mumbling to yourself more than him. you can't reach his face or his neck to trace the moles you know by memory, so you settle for giving his side a small squeeze. 

at your words, at the look of you all pliant and lovely beneath him, all the harshness drained out of his body as he lowered your legs down onto the bed gently. leaning down to wrap you into an embrace, his mouth finally finds yours as he kisses you slowly and deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. 

"haechan…" you start, before biting your lip, trying to keep your sounds to yourself. 

he shakes his head. "wanna hear you, baby," he tugs your bottom lip out with his teeth before kissing you again, his hands moving to your chest to softly thumb over your nipples. "let's take it slow from now, okay?" it's almost jarring, the way he makes soft shushing noises to comfort you as he pushes into you slowly, his cock stretching you open little by little. 

"so fucking good, baby," he mouths against your skin, a slight tremble coursing through him as he tries not to cum immediately at the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in. "fuck, are you okay?" running a soothing hand along your thigh, he coaxes you into relaxing your muscles, and the tension in your body clears. 

"wanna cum, haechan, please," you choke out, the feeling of him buried within your walls but not moving, your clit left neglected after rounds of relentless teasing, being too much to bear. "i've been good, i've-" 

"you've been perfect," haechan cuts you off gently, pressing kisses from your collarbones up to the space under your jaw which always makes you melt inside. "my baby's always perfect for me." 

with that, he begins to move, rolling his hips into you, gentle fingers rubbing at your clit in circular motions in time with each thrust. "feels so good, baby," he praises. "so warm and so wet, fuck…" 

you think you can feel all of him, each vein and each ridge, the head of his cock hitting the soft spot inside you that has you coming undone on him rapidly. you whimper, hands pawing at his chest trying to let him know you were close, but haechan is already steps ahead. his free hand intertwines with yours, and he squeezes your hand tight as he speeds up, barely pulling out with each stroke before he's stuffing you full of him again. 

"cum for me please? wanna feel you cum on me," he murmurs, gently sponging kisses on your shoulder. you cum just like that, moans and curses falling from your mouth as you fall apart on his fingers and cock. the visual of you, back arching against him and mouth slack-jawed with pleasure, pushes haechan over the edge too as he lets go, spilling his warm cum into you. 

"love feeling you around me," he gasps, motions slowing to a stop, but the words twist into a sharp whine as you start to fuck yourself onto him, desperate for more. "fuck, stop, it's too much-" 

"haechan," you plead with him. "i need you." the pent up frustration making you feel needy again, as you push your hips upwards. 

he doesn't know exactly what effect you have on him, all he knows is that he needs to satisfy you, needs to hear more of your pretty sounds and feel your hands tracing against his skin. tears sting at his eyes as he pushes through the overstimulation, thrusting into your swollen pussy, feeling himself getting hard again. 

"love you," he groans, as you latch yourself onto him, wanting to feel him as much as possible. "love you so much."  and you can tell from the way he makes you cum again, and again, and again, that he does. tags: @91qowngus, @sundhaelatte, @jaemboi64, @sassy-author (wasn't able to tag those in italics, idk why😭)

#haechan smut #haechan scenario #haechan fluff #haechan au #haechan imagine

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Could you do reinhardt x fem reader relationship head cannons please

omg I love grandpa Reinhardt. He's a gilf fr and I want him LMAOOO.

Reinhardt x fem!reader

-warnings: sfw then nsfw, older man x younger woman, fluff and smut :)

SFW:

-Since Rein is an older guy, he would def have an old school take on getting into a relationship

-Leaving flowers left in at your door, eating together during lunch, writing you little notes to get you through your day, kisses on your knuckles, and dancing in the moonlight/rain (whichever comes first)

-Since my man is 7'4, he's definitely going to be taller and bigger than you. He will always be gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll. Hell, even if you were somehow stronger than him, he will still act like you're made of glass.

-Though he is a sweetheart, due to his past I feel he can have moments of grieving. As much as you want to help and try to feel better, sometimes the burden is too much to bear and can push you away.

-Give him time, assuming you're younger than him (gilf is 61), there some things that take longer to heal/ deal with. He doesn't expect you to fully understand, but listening helps so much. Tell him he can rest his lap in your lap and talk it out! He will try his best to explain his crusader past to you.

-More on him being a sweetheart, it's almost sickening how much he cares about you. Opens the doors for you, gets upset if you open them yourself. He will push you back out the door to open them for you himself.

-Even though his shoulder kills him, he will still pick you up and carry you around. On the battlefield, if you happen to be hurt, he will carry you to the nearest medic...but he will still refuse to let you go. Even his has to hold you while swinging his hammer, he will do it.

-He loves to sleep with you on top of him. It's just relaxing for him, like sleeping with a weighted blanket. He'll hold you close to his chest and sleep like a baby.

-He does fear he'll roll over and crush you...but that hasn't happened yet.

-You will have to show him how to work a cell phone. It's an excuse to have you close. But he genuinely needs your help

-If you're a healer, he'll only go to you. For literally anything. Any physical therapy? He'll only ask for you. Sick? he'll visit you every day to get a checkup.

-adding onto that, he knows that being a medic can be stressful. He'll do anything and try to make you relax. Massages, movie nights, and even try and cook for you. He'll place you in his lap and try to relieve you of stress from work.

-If you two ever have to go on separate missions, Rein will be contacting you every day. He'll send emails and call you whenever you're both free to talk. Rein will and can talk for hours so you may not get sleep that night.

-Once you two meet up again from your mission, he'll give you the biggest bone crushing bear hug. He gets so excited to see you that he can't contain himself.

-he hasn't felt this kind of love in years, so he may be clingy in the beginning. At times it can be suffocating. But You two can talk it out and create boundaries,

-The two of you sit together outside of the Watchpoint: Gibraltar, gazing up at the stars. He wanted to have a moment of peace for you two. It was fresh into your relationship with Rein and it was the honeymoon phase. He held your hand as you two talked about anything and everything.

-"Mein engel...I'm happy we were able to find time for ourselves..." Rein said, leaning down to place a kiss on your head. You smiled, feeling a sense of joy, "Me too... I know this is not the most romantic place but...anywhere with you in amazing.." You told him, smiling up at him

-He laughed, "You know such a way with words.." Rein said, his hand now caressing your face. He then pulled you into his lap, holding you close. The two of you sat with each other in a comfortable silence.

NSFW:

-It's pretty obvious. Size difference.

-He loves holding onto your small body as he thrusts into you. It's a huge turn on to watch you underneath him.

-Because my man is huge...There is going to be a small belly bulge. He's a sucker for it. He knows he's huge (not just height) and he's so proud you can take him

-He loves to top, a soft dom. he never gets too rough from the fear of hurting you, but a couple ass smacks never hurt anybody

-Rein doesn't know how he feels about toys. He's old fashioned and thinks he should give you pleasure. I think one you show him a vibrator and it can help during sex, he'll come around

-Sometimes he'll use a vibrator on you. He'll sit you in his lap and press it against your sensitive. And my man is strong, so you won't be getting out of his grip any time soon. Also use one on him, he'll go crazy

-FULL NELSON! FULL NELSON! IDC IDC IDC.

-he'll show his strength by folding your legs back behind your head, his hands holding the backs of your knees and thrust into you.

-Since he is older, sometimes he can get achy bones. Just ride him and make him feel better <3 He also loves seeing you ride him. He'll run his hands up your chest and hold your breast as you bounce on him <3

-Loves getting blowjobs from you. He loves standing up and looking down at you. He'll rest a hand on your head and praise you.

-He is big down there so taking his dick will take some practice. Just take your time, Rein is a very patient man with you...and he knows his size is big so he'll help you practice deepthroating <3

-He can get insecure about his age. You're so much younger and he feels you deserve better. Worship his body, praise him, and tell him how much you love him

-Standing sex <3 that's all I have to say

-He loves to eat pussy. Idc he loves to give you pleasure. He will feel bad about his beard rubbing against your thighs and giving you a brush burn :(

-He loves when you show him new things and learning with you is a huge turn on. He always tells you that you can teach an old dog new tricks <3

#overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch smut #reinhardt #reinhardt x reader #reinhardt wilhelm #overwatch headcanons

[strawberri-blonde]

01 - Handjob - Neteyam

01 - handjob : happy kinktober!

Summary: You greet Neteyam after training and he looks too good not to be given a handjob.

Warning: Literally said in the summary handjob, but there’s also kissing, nipple play other heavy petting.

Masterlist

In the healing chamber, the sweet melodies of your humming mingle with the rhythmic symphony of the mortar and pestle in your skilled hands. Though preparing herbs can be demanding, you approach it with unwavering purpose. Guided by the teachings of the tribe's healers, you expertly identify and distinguish the beneficial herbs for treating various ailments. Mint, Nolina, and other carefully selected spices are ground and blended, fragrant filling the air. This healing ointment soothes inflammation, heals wounds, and relieves headaches and stress.

You diligently grind and crush the herbs patiently and precisely, transforming them into a fine paste. As you create the solution that will serve as medicine for your people, you embrace this sacred duty with utmost dedication. Yet, amidst the laborious process, you find joy. The delightful aroma of the crushed and ground herbs envelops your senses, bringing a sense of fulfillment and contentment.

Lost in the sight of your finished work, your attention was solely consumed by the paste, causing you to unintentionally miss the approach of Mo'at. The revered tsahík of the Omatikaya, also known as the clan's spiritual leader and the beloved grandmother of Neteyam, your mate, gracefully made her way towards you from behind.

Feeling her warmth and powerful embrace, you tilted your head to the woman. "Tsahík, I finished all the work that you had requested to be done for the upcoming hunting season." The older woman offered you a smile before nestling herself to your side.

Mo'at gazes upon the meticulously crushed herbs, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of pride. Your dedication and skill shine through, evident in the quality of your work. A warm smile graces her face as she nods approvingly. "You've truly outdone yourself, dear," she praises, her gaze shifting towards you. She gently transfers the paste into a nearby jar, ensuring its safekeeping. A sense of accomplishment and connection envelops the room as she touches your shoulder.

Slowly cleaning up your area, you turned to Mo'at with a smile. "Thank you, Mo'at. You're a wonderful mentor, and I'm grateful for the wisdom you share with me."

Mo'at's smile radiates warmth as she nods in affirmation. "Guiding our people and sharing my wisdom is my sacred duty. I have imparted my teachings to you with great care, dear, and I will continue to do so, just as I would with my daughter." Her hands rest gently on your shoulders as she leans in for a heartfelt embrace. The delicate scent of herbs lingers on her clothes and hair. With a tender gaze, Mo'at encourages you, "Now, go forth, for my grandson awaits for you after his training. Make your way to him and continue on your path." As she turns to depart, your purpose fulfilled, a sense of gratitude and determination fills the air.

You finish up what you were doing in the tent and look out to see the sun is more than halfway out of the sky. You decide to head to the training grounds, which is probably where Neteyam will be, as Mo'at suggested. You take your time and enjoy the outdoors, breathing in the fresh air of Pandora. You reach the training grounds and see several Na'vi kids practicing their skills. You spot Neteyam in the crowd with his fellow Omaticaya clan members. He is in the middle of a fight with another warrior, trading blows and kicks back and forth. You settle in to watch, amazed with how the lowing sun rays looked on his skin.

For a fleeting moment, your eyes fill with delight as you witness Neteyam's athletic body gracefully move under the sunlight. A magnetic attraction pulls at your heartstrings as you observe his fluid and precise movements. Each powerful punch and kick he delivers to his opponent captivates your attention.

As the wind gently tousles Neteyam's micro braids, the sun illuminates his muscular physique. With a forceful push, he drives his adversary backward, landing a flawless kick to the warrior's chest, causing him to stumble and fall. In that victorious moment, Neteyam's gaze meets yours, and he playfully winks, acknowledging your presence.

A rush of warmth engulfs you like wildfire as a glimmer in Neteyam's eyes reveals his carefree and playful nature. However, ever the respectful man, he swiftly redirects his attention to his companion, offering a nod of respect and admiration. The air crackles with anticipation as your body seems to get hotter.

Your sweet mate nods you off, making you smile softly, understanding that he had to finish up loose ends before he could leave. You watch with pride as Neteyam finishes his practice with his fellow warriors, seeing him bow respectfully towards the group.

You lean in closer as the sunlight bounces off the sweat on his skin and highlights his defined muscles. You gulped as those honeycomb orbs stared back at you with a smile. Neteyam then moves his body to make him look almost graceful as he glides through the crowd of people to reach you. You feel your heart beating faster as you watch him with pride, your feelings of admiration and desire towards him deepening.

Neteyam approaches you, his broad and muscular frame filling your field of vision. He wraps his strong arms around you, embracing you tightly. You inhale deeply, taking in the masculine scent of his body and enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. "Hello, my yawne," he murmurs softly, nuzzling his face into yours. "I missed you," he says, his voice filled with love and affection. He presses his lips gently against your forehead in an intimate gesture. You feel your heart racing and your stomach flipping as love and desire rise within you.

"I've missed you even more," you whisper, rising on your tiptoes to capture Neteyam's eager lips. Surprised momentarily, he swiftly regains his composure, enveloping you in a tight embrace and returning the kiss with intensified passion. Your hands grasp onto his glistening chest, finding comfort in the touch of his meticulously crafted cummerbund, a symbol of your unbreakable bond since the day he soared through the skies on his Ikran with you as his trusted companion. You presented it to him during the early stages of courtship, a gesture that holds deep meaning for both of you. Neteyam wouldn't have it any other way. You were and always will be his beloved.

The warrior pulls away, burying his face in your hair and kissing your neck and collarbones. His warm tongue leaves a trail of desire behind. Whispering in your ear, he playfully says, "Didn't realize you missed me that much, but who am I to complain?"

You drown out the onlookers, reveling in the attention as they witness the bond between you and Neteyam. Their gazes confirm that you belong to each other.

So, you ignore the world as Neteyam's lips slowly explore your body. Hot and deliberate breaths caress your skin, while his words of affection fill your ear. Lost in pleasure, you moan and bury your face in his neck, savoring every touch. You yearn to be consumed by him, to lose yourself entirely in the intoxicating haze of desire. The world can wait, the tribe can wait, but the feeling of Neteyam cannot.

You pushed slightly at his chest and stared at him with understanding, lust-filled eyes. "Follow me." Your breath catches in your throat, and your cheeks burn with passion.

Neteyam grins down at you, a glimmer in his eyes. "Lead the way," he says, his voice low and sexy. You take his hand and lead him away, your body shaking with nerves and excitement. You look over your shoulder at him, giving him a seductive smile before continuing.

Your heart races as his fingers slip around yours, and he follows you, his body so close to yours that you can almost feel his breath on your neck. You're unsure what you're about to do, but it's hard to ignore the urge inside you. You bring him to a secluded spot underneath a towering tree. You look around, realizing no one else is present, but you don't care if you have an audience. you lean close to Neteyam. "I want you," you whisper seductively, pulling him closer.

Your heart races as his muscles flex underneath his skin, guiding him against the massive trunk adorned with crawling vines. The vines bear large greenish/purple leaves half the length of your body. Some leaves even find their way underneath the both of you as your lips meld together in a fierce and passionate kiss. The exotic foliage surrounds you, the rustling leaves adding to the moment's intensity. With each touch and caress, your desire grows, your bodies entwined in a dance of passion and longing. As you both pull away, breathless and dizzy, the hunger in your eyes speaks volumes of the desire that still burns between you.

Your hands fiddle with the leather cummerbund, slipping it off his body to feel his strong muscles. And Neteyam couldn't help but lean down to continue to kiss you. His tongue explores the depths of your mouth as you become lost in the sensations. You passionately kiss him, your lips sliding and dancing with his with each movement. In the distance, you can hear the sounds of the clan.

But your mind only seemed to focus on two things. Neteyam's lips on yours and your hands. They genuinely had a sense of their own as they reached the slightly hardened cock. The warrior groaned deeply into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat as you squeezed the clothed member. "Fuck, Y/n, you just don't even realize what you do to me."

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you playfully nibbled on his bottom lip, your fingers still fumbling with his growing member. Pressing him closer against the sturdy tree, you couldn't resist teasingly remarking, "Let me see then?"

Neteyam is surprised at your bold comment but doesn't resist or deny you. "Anything for my beautiful girl. " His lips parted slightly as he smiled and nodded at you. His expression hints at mischief; you know you are in for an amazing experience. "Go on, muntxate. What are you waiting for?" You reach for the waist ties of his loincloth, fumbling with it for a moment before it gives way. With a satisfied grin on your face, you pull the garment down. You look down at what is now presented to you and feel a wave of desire wash over you. Neteyam smiles at you seductively as you begin to explore his length.

"That's my girl," he whispered, his lips meeting yours in a passionate yet fleeting kiss. Pulling away, you couldn't help but gaze down at his member. With a firm grip, you slowly slid your hand up his shaft, marveling at the sight before you. His length nearly reached the entirety of your forearm, and as your thumb caressed the pulsating vein at the base, it disappeared beneath the light pink tip. The sight left you with a mouthwatering anticipation.

"Love your cock Teyam." Neteyam lets out a growl, grabbing your jaw in his hand as you gain eye contact. "I love you." His lips pressed against yours eagerly, and you kissed him back with equal force.

He lowers his hands to the lower of your back, with one cupping your butt and the other around your tail, keeping you firmly wedged against his warm body. You reached between the both of you, taking him in the palms of your hands, jerking his dick while twisting your wrists cohesively.

You feel Neteyam's strong body tense as your hands continue to work his throbbing cock. Groans escaped his wet lips, causing you to feel electricity spark through your skin.

"Yawne, fuck, I love you." He mumbles as you pull away from his lips to kiss along his jaw. Feeling your lips kissing the sensitive areas of his skin, the warrior couldn't help but thrust it into your hands. "You're driving me crazy."

You giggle out, kissing him, applying an open-mouth kiss on his lips, moving back down towards his nest, trailing towards his chest, reaching his nipples. "I like driving you crazy." Neteyam didn't have time to reply as you kitten licked his nipples, earning an immediate response.

His breathing became fast, and his cock twitched and throbbed in your palms. Precum leaked from his sensitive tip, making your stroking much more accessible and allowing you to fast your jerk motions. "Fuck, yawne, so fucking," your swollen lips wrapped around his nipple, sucking hard, twirling the sensitive bud in your warm mouth. "Y/n, my good girl." He tugged on your tail, making you clench your thighs together from the growing need you were experiencing from hearing his heavenly moans.

His hand left my soft bottom to tangle his fingers in your braids. Your eyes looked up from sucking on his chest to see his eyes closed and mouth ajar. Knowing that you were making your mate feel good, you couldn't help but feel prideful.

You pulled away from his chest slightly to look down at his swollen cock. Your strokes increased, and his thrust quickened. "You're so hot, Neteyam. So grateful you’re mine." You moaned out, noticing how tense his abs and upper legs seemed to be getting.

"Yours, baby girl." Neteyam panted out, leaning his head against the bark, feeling the ecstasy of the pleasure he felt from your hand working on him. You jerked his entire length while flickering your wrists, squeezing so tight. "Since the moment I met you, muntxate." A broken groan left his throat as one of your hands dropped toward his balls, giving them a little attention. "Make me feel as good."

"Good," you whispered, your lips eagerly seeking his once more, unable to resist the overwhelming desire. The knowledge that he was nearing his peak only fueled your passion further. "I adore bringing you pleasure, Nete. My powerful and loving partner. It's exhilarating to know I'm the only one to witness you in this state." Your words carried a seductive tone directed straight toward his arousal.

His hands tightened around your tail, and his fingers tugged on your roots as his movements quickened animalistic into your hand as you continued to jerk his cock. His kisses became messier, and his whimpers escaped his throat, allowing you to swallow them. You felt him shudder underneath you.

"Y-y/n, fuck." Neteyam's words weren't coherent as he spilled his cum all over your hands and stomach, painting you in white ribbons. Feeling the warm liquid litter your skin, you didn't stop jerking until Neteyam's hand slipped its hold on you to place them on your tired wrists.

You feel Neteyam's hands slowly and gently caressing your wrists, the soft touches driving you wild with desire. You lean against him to keep him close, unable to get enough of him. He kisses you slowly again, dragging it out for as long and passionately as possible. The feeling of his soft and warm lips on yours sends electric impulses through your body.

Your heart races, and you feel the blood coursing quickly through your veins. "So good to me, muntxate,"

You smile seductively at him, your body tingling and your mouth warm. The air is heavy with lust and desire but also joy and love. You are happy to have found Neteyam, and he is pleased to have found you. "Gonna reward you for being a good girl." You giggled as you brought your hands to your face to lick them clean of Neteyam's salty goodness.

"You really are going to kill me, Y/n." Collecting the rest of the cum that painted your stomach, you can't imagine being with anyone else, and you are so happy to be his.

How do we like the first post for Kinktober 2023? feedback is much appreciated!!!

~ Caroline

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[biggityboppingboob]

love language- levi ackerman smut x reader

WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI

y’all!! this is the first smut i’ve ever written. so i apologize if it’s utterly horrific. i had this dream a couple days ago and literally couldn’t shake it. i hope you enjoy!!

Includes: slapping, angry sex, dom!levi, sub!reader, breeding kink and talks of pregnancy, rough sex, raw sex, dirty talk, pet names, a bit of degrading, jealous!levi, featuring reiner braun if you squint.

levi fucked me for the first time after a messy and horrific scouting expedition that took us outside the walls. at first, it wasn’t anything special. it was a stress reliever, a thrill to signify our joy of living to see the next day. that was a couple years ago. since then, we had the occasional fuck.

he was a beautiful and brilliant man, but i knew he didn’t want a relationship. we couldn’t have relationships as scouts, it made us vulnerable. they were distractions. and i was alright with that. it wasn’t as if levi strung me along for another woman. i was the only one he ever gave himself to, in all the years i’ve known him.

but this, this was different.

it started out as an interaction i wouldn’t even have noted as sexual. i asked him to come to my office because i had a question regarding care of the cadets and horses- i was considered the cadet captain until the specialized units took their pick of the litter. just like how levi took eren.

i opened the door for levi. he was wearing his uniform. i however, was feeling much more casual. it was technically my day off as the recruits all did horse and field training with commander erwin.

“come in,” i gave the fellow captain a small smile.

“you had a question?” he asked, apathetic. the only time levi seemed to give me any emotions is when he was fucking me out or when he held me before i slept. neither of those things occurred at the same time, or on more than a monthly basis. it was a bizarre personality change, but i had gotten used to it by this point.

i gestured to my desk. he stood next to me as i discussed a plan i had created. reiner braun, a new scout, was exquisitely talented at hand to hand combat. most of the cadets were, but combined with reiner’s stature, he was formidable. i wanted to find ways to keep the cadets’ hand to hand strong, even though it’s not used as much. i felt it was valuable.

when i looked up at levi to get his opinion, he had a thin lipped expression, and his arms crossed.

he was quiet for a moment, behaving as though i knew exactly what upset him. i sat there with a confused look on my face, truly unclear of what his problem was.

“do you want to fuck reiner braun?” he asked and i tried not to laugh.

“do i, a twenty four year old woman, want to fuck the sixteen year old new cadet?” i repeated. “did you really just ask me that?”

i tried to stand up from the desk and walk away but levi took a step towards me, locking me in between his figure and the desk.

“you speak very highly of the cadet, that’s all,” levi angled his face down towards me. “it seems like you have a new favorite,”

i was dumbfounded. i couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“what the fuck is your problem?” i asked him, with crossed arms. if he was mad at me about something, the way to deal with it was not accusing me of being sexually aroused by my subordinate.

“i’ve never heard you speak so highly of another man and his abilities, and i don’t like it.”

levi ackerman was jealous of the cadet. this was priceless.

“i’ve been slacking on taking care of you,” he continued with minimal pause, “i haven’t been fucking you out every night, but that doesn’t mean you get to whore around for whoever makes you wet.”

if this wasn’t the sexiest thing i had ever heard, i would probably send him a right hook to the jaw.

“if you are looking for an excuse to fuck me, you know you don’t need one,” i smirked devilishly at him.

he didn’t like the misbehavior. at this point, we entered familiar territory. he knew my office led to my quarters.

we were very similar in how we kept our rooms. spotless and tidy. the only difference was i had more memorabilia. cameras and photos were hard to come by but i took a group photo with every cadet class under my supervision. a novel on my bedside table, my reading classes, that was all. it was almost as if no one lived there otherwise.

levi shut the door to the bedroom behind us after dragging me in. i willingly followed him, but was annoyed when he didn’t answer my questions: ‘levi, what are you doing?’ and ‘levi, let me go!’

“i’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t ever be able to say the name of another man without thinking of the way i��m about to make you feel.”

it was at that moment i understood, that was the capacity at which levi could show love. this brought back a whirlwind of memories- fucking after rough missions, shower sex when i would clean our wounds, sex after either of us had nightmares.

my realization had me stunned as levi began to undress me with fervor. it wasn’t long before we were blending our bodies together, messing the covers of my made bed.

i loved the feeling of his shoulders, his back, his chest. i always took time with them when i was graced with his touch.

“who else knows the way to make you scream?” levi asked in my ear, sultry tone in his voice as he inserted two fingers into me and used his thumb on my clit.

“no one, levi,” i breathed, my eyelids feeling heavy and demanding to close to fully feel his hands inside me.

“who else has ever touched you like this?” he asked again, “what men have gotten to see the whore you are?”

it was true, no one else. i joined the military at a young age and found most of the men there agitating. then, it got to a point where i felt embarrassed to be a virgin so i never spoke about it. levi was my first.

his hands began to move faster. it made the coherent sentences in my brain turn into alphabet soup.

“tell me, baby girl,” levi encouraged, biting down on the base of my neck.

“i promise, no one levi-“ a slap echoed.

i startled. my hand went to my face as levi continued his motions.

“that’s not my name,” he corrected.

“daddy,” i whispered out and i could see the satisfaction glint in his eyes.

“good girl,” he slipped another finger inside me and i nearly began to convulse.

i felt another bite on my shoulder as levi situated himself further inside me.

the telltale signs of my climax came quickly. i began to beg and whine for levi’s hand, his tongue, his anything to make me finish. i gave myself to him with my words.

my back arched, which gave him the opportunity to drag his tongue across my exposed, hardened nipples. i gasped and tightened around his fingers, causing him to pull out.

i was furious. did he do this as a joke? was this funny to him?

he could sense my anger.

i glared at him, only until he wrapped his fingers in my hair and yanked my head down, disarming me and sinking me into the mattress.

my thighs were spread out by his other hand and without warning, he plunged himself into me.

the force levi began to exert on my body felt similar to riding the horse. except this didn’t stop at the waist. i felt every bit of his energy flow all the way to my fingers. i could feel his force in every fiber of my being as levi bit up and down my neck, assumably covering my neck in splotchy bruises that i’d have to don shamelessly later.

and it wasn’t long before i had succumbed to levi, again and again. it was the way levi felt inside of me that made my stamina melt away. it made me putty in levi ackerman’s hands.

“who fucks you like this, baby?” he coaxed before biting down on my ear.

“you do, daddy,” i conceded. creating coherent sentences wasn’t my best attribute when i was getting bedded by humanity’s strongest.

“that’s not how you acted earlier,” he corrected. his thrusts became angry. he was vicious.

“talking to me about how strong another man is. i should make you wait until you’re a speechless mess to come for me. you don’t deserve it,” he chided me. another slap resounded across my face.

i scratched down levi’s back, hard. i could feel his skin under my nails get red and angry but it felt so good to do. i needed to touch him.

“that’s right princess, mark me up,” levi bit down on my shoulder, licking the wound he made. “i was thinking of all the ways i could claim you, let every other man know you’re untouchable,”

i was too strung out on levi’s cock to fully understand the gravity of what he was saying.

“i’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he purred at me. “fuck you so hard you swell up, i’ll get you a little place to stay and i can come fuck you every day that i’m home,”

levi ackerman didn’t just insinuate i get pregnant, is he?

i didn’t even fucking care. as i approached my… third? fourth? orgasm, i couldn’t keep count anymore.

when i didn’t answer, he asked again. “how does that sound princess? i fuck you until you’re knocked up and then i parade you around,”

getting pregnant would mean i’d be discharged from any sort of combat role.

but to carry levi’s children? there’s no end i wouldn’t go to.

he grabbed my face, to focus my eyes on him. levi’s thrusts were getting faster and i could tell he was waiting on a genuine answer from me before determining where he would cum.

“princess, you need to tell daddy if he can fuck a baby into you,”

i didn’t realize i hesitated. it wasn’t even a question.

“yes, daddy,” i spoke, they were my first real words in a few minutes. tears forming in my eyes from the sheer stimulation from levi’s cock and his hands, “please- i-i-i put a baby in me daddy,”

that was exactly what lexi wanted to hear. not long after, his ruts became shakier. i could tell levi was done for.

i kissed him hard as i whined into his mouth, and he showered me with praise as his hand gently squeezed my throat.

i felt myself cum in a way that only came from a desperation, a need. levi finished at the same time and i could feel his member throb inside of me, hopefully giving me the baby he so wanted there.

i believed this is what the philosophers speak of about the afterlife. the feeling of finishing all over levi’s cock while he angry fucks a baby into me, this was the closest i’d ever get to a paradise.

#levi ackerman #captain levi #smut #aot #levi smut #aot smut #18+ only #preggo kink #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman smut

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The Hurt/Comfort Alphabet (Julian x Reader edition)

prompt created by: @thathcwriter

this ended up being a bit more esoteric than the prompt may have intended. these are so fun!

A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?

Julian would offer you a massage if you were feeling sore, since he'd usually notice your demeanor changing when you're in pain. If you suffer from chronic pain, he'd do his best to make sure you were comfortable when he could. He'd roll you joints and smoke with you.

However, if he is the one in pain, the situation is different. He tries his best to be the strong, silent type, but his guard comes down with you. He'd try to ignore it at first, but eventually you'd ask him if he needed to be taken care of, and he'd crack. While he would be hesitant to admit it, he loves it when you take care of him.

B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?

Julian tries to push through sickness as much as he can, which ends in him feeling worse and needing to take it easy for a few days. He doesn't mind though, since the two of you can hunker down and watch movies on the couch whenever you please.

C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?

When he's stressed, a comforting rub on his back from you is all that he needs. When Julian is upset, anxious, or triggered, your warm embrace calms him down. He has abandonment issues because of his father, so he definitely needs your reassurance when he's feeling bad. He'll wrap his big arms around you and squeeze, like he can't get you close enough.

D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?

He's been shot more than he cares for, but there has only been a few times where his injuries were extreme. When it dawned on him that he might be really fucked up from the wound, he panicked. This couldn't be happening, not now, not before he retired and started a family with you. Not before he gave you the life you deserved.

E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?

Rage. He'll see red if you're ever hurt by someone, and do anything it takes to protect you. Then, guilt. There must have been something that he could have done to keep this from happening.

F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?

If he spirals into his guilt, it can be hard for him to accept affection or reassurance. This is tricky because he could end up snapping at you. Miscommunication often leads to arguments, but they usually end up being resolved with the two of you promising to be better.

G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?

Julian's love language is Words of Affirmation, because they are what he never got from his father. He responds best to you reassuring him when he is feeling stressed. He highly values communication.

H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?

If he doesn't have either you or a rum and coke in his hand, he could go crazy.

I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?

He needs time alone. The chaos and noise of the trailer park gets to him sometimes, so he'll find an excuse to retreat to his trailer and try to calm himself down.

J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?

Julian met you after a rough patch of failed schemes and mounting legal trouble, which stressed him to no end. Meeting you on that day was so unexpected, yet so perfect, that he found himself forgetting all of his troubles after seeing you for the first time.

K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?

Not usually. It takes a while for him to get used to you showing him genuine kindness.

L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?

Julian has a self-help book for most situations. He goes to them when he feels uncertain, often looking for answers to questions that he doesn't even know how to ask. The endless digging usually ends up calming him down regardless.

M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?

"Hey, ain't life wonderful?" -- I feel like this song would make him feel seen.

N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?

It's no secret that his grandmother is who introduced him to the comforts of rum, but sometimes what he really needs is a quiet night with a blanket and a good book.

O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?

You're the only person that he will actually listen to when you tell him to take a breather. Whenever anyone else tries to get him to see reason, he brushes them off, thinking that they have no idea what he can (or cannot) handle. You're different, though. He's never allowed himself to be known by anyone on the level that you do.

P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?

Not really. He's the type of person to let someone leave if they want to, but there’s no doubt that he’ll fight for you. He'll definitely ask for comfort if he needs it, but only if he feels comfortable enough with the person to do so.

Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?

At first, he is hesitant because he is so used to playing the role of the strong one, the protector of the park. But once he allows his walls to come down, he becomes an open book.

R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?

I don't want to do this one. so i'm not going to. lol

S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?

It would take a situation that could shake him to his core in order for him to admit that he's scared. Julian is tough, and can handle a lot, but there are a few things that he can break his composure. He has anxiety about money, of course. Being able to live the life that he wants, to be able to retire and live a peaceful, quiet life in Sunnyvale without having to worry about being locked up ever again. When that goal is threatened, he'll eventually admit his fear.

T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?

Julian knows how important rest is, especially if he is physically hurt. He'll do as much as he can to take the time to recover, but the needs of the people around him do tend to get in the way sometimes. In that case, he'll lie to avoid people worrying about him.

U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?

When he's in pain, he can get snippy and aggravated. He also relies on drinking more than usual during these times, so that can become an issue.

V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?

No. If you ever told him that, he would most likely brush it off, but it would be emotionally overwhelming for him. Nobody really shows him much appreciation.

W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?

He journals. It’s his private haven to write down his thoughts without feeling any pressure.

X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?

His grandmother definitely saved him from his father's wrath. Her headstrong attitude inspires him to be who he is.

Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?

He really, really, really wants to get married. Have a kid or two, and just live a normal life. Be a good dad. He doesn't know how to ask for this. He doesn't think he's good enough for it.

Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?

Sometimes he just needs you by his side, silently supporting him by simply being present in his life. He values consistency, craves it, since he doesn't see it anywhere else except in his relationship with you.

#tpb #tpb x reader #trailer park boys #trailer park boys selfship #trailer park boys x reader #trailer park boys fanfiction #julian tpb #julian x reader #julian tpb x reader #tpb julian #mwrites

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dude have u listened to closer from indigo by rm. its such a twin flame song about connecting only on the astral realm.

I got that vibe for a split second because of all the mentions of dreams, but then upon my 2nd listen I was like nah actually this is about a relationship that was hella toxic. Good thing they broke up bc it sounds like that ex just played games with him.

He couldn’t keep a grip on his manipulative ex (“wanna lock you up in my sight, but you run away like a fish”- nj wants a committed relationship but his ex is too busy playing mind games/ being fwb/ partying/ being deceitful, etc). He doesn’t want to wake up from sleep aka his rose colored glasses as he chooses to ignore all of these red flags.

The only reason he stayed was because the sex was amazing, which good for him. Get that good good. He needed a stress reliever but sounds like his ex gave him even more stress. (“I get a feeling sometimes that I can’t get close enough to you. I feel it most in the nighttime even though that’s when I’m closest to you”- even with the sex, which is supposed to be the most intimate and vulnerable act between two people, he feels like there are barriers and walls up between them. That’s how he knew that that wasn’t his true love. Remember in my twin flame post where I mentioned his romantic astrological placements? Sex is CRUCIAL to him- he bares his soul, so he was DEVASTATED when it wasn’t reciprocated. He mentions that in the lyrics of Change pt 2 where he says “you can’t love someone like I do. That’s all i can say to you.”

I reallyyyy hope him and his twin flame find each other. Some twins don’t find each other until they are in their old age after both have completed the intense physical/mental/emotional/mental healing work that is necessary to wipe away generations of societal/ancestral/familial/past life trauma and karma.

This is his 3rd mixtape/album where he has had an ENTIRE SONG DEDICATED TO FEELING LONELY. He yearns for his true love so much 😭😭😭 Like he has his friends, members, and family but I understand the hollowness in your heart of wanting to find YOUR forever person. Before I began my TF journey, I could never understand why I could never be in love with any of my partners, only lust or only liking certain aspects of the person, never loving the person entirely and unconditionally. It’s because they weren’t MY TRUE LOVE. Namjoon’s SOUL is looking for that other SOUL that sings his same song and that loves him unconditionally, as he will in return. I just don’t think his head realizes that yet, so he continues to be in these bad relationships as he searches for these qualities.

I think he maybe even unconsciously places idealized qualities that he wants his partners to have onto them, like a creating a mask, making him disappointed when they can’t achieve these qualities they don’t have. (Sound familiar? That’s what a lot of fans do in these parasocial relationships where they say that BTS are the LOML and then absolutely devastated when they discover their idol is dating or koreaboos when they date an Asian person because oPpA speaks Korean just like JungKook, the same attribute as the loml has 🤩)

I sincerely hope Namjoon finds his true love, and soon. He deserves a happy life full of domestic bliss and children, should he wish to have them.

I will try to make a master list just dedicated to NJ TF stuff but can only create master lists on my laptop which is ancient. Thank you all for being so patient. A LOT of unexpected things have occurred in my life, but a bittersweet silver lining has kind of appeared that will give me more time. My mental health is not good at all right now and has not been for a long while, but with my newfound time, I will try to find my joy for writing again which will hopefully lead to updating and posting my many neglected drafts.

#namjoon #rm #twin flame #bts analysis #namjoon future spouse #namjoon soulmate #namjoon ideal type #kim namjoon #indigo #closer #namjoon twin flame #namjoon analysis #ask #namjoon theory #bts theory #namjoon boyfriend #namjoon astrology #bts Namjoon #bts rm #twin flames #bts future spouse #bts astrology #bts tarot #bts fs #bts twin flames

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About Me HW: 182-lbs

CW:120-lbs

UGW: 105-lbs

I am 26 y/o college graduate who works full-time. Was recovered for a while but relapsed in 2021 after hitting HW. I am getting married this Spring to the love of my life. I am Gluten Intolerant and have a very sensitive stomach. I love K-pop, fashion, early 2000s TV, cooking, fitness, smoking weed, and anything related to online tea. Absolutely obsessed with trying new diet soda flavors. I have been disordered since the age of 15 and have gone through ana, mia, and BED over the years Proudly Self Harm free since 2018!

What's the Point of This Blog?

When I relapsed in 2021, I discovered pro-ana forums for the first time and I learned that there is a sub-section of proana that is actually pro-harm reduction. I resonated with it because I am not ready for help nor is it an option without losing my job and everything I worked hard for. I feel like I have no choice but to manage my symptoms and reduce the harm to my health the best I can on my own, and I am FAR from being the only person with an ED who feels like this. Many of us have a lot to lose if we seek treatment and that very fact prevents us from seeking help. The next best thing we can do for ourselves is change how we see and interact with disordered thoughts. Instead of starving yourself because you want to disappear what if you tried to slowly and steadily lose weight so that you can do something you always denied yourself, something that you always told yourself you weigh too much to do? I know from experience, that losing weight quick and dirty only makes you feel worse and DOESN'T LAST once you start to eat normally again. Sustainable lifestyle changes are the only way to prevent loose skin, stay on track with a bingeing problem, and keep your metabolism and hormones from going out of wack, (reducing the negative symptoms and long-term health effects of ED.) If you don't believe it's possible, I have lost over 60+lbs while struggling with Bingeing over the course 18 months and have maintained that loss for about 1 year with absolutely no period regain. I went from a US dress size 14 to a size 6 and in the last year that I have stayed 120lbs, I now fit into a size 4 from body recomposition.

How Did You Do It?

1. Address negative thoughts when you can, when you say sweeping statements like "I always mess up" or "Everyone hates me" Challenge those thoughts with facts. Is that really true or does it just feel that way in the moment? Be honest with yourself, not dalulu. Motivation is always coming and going and you can't rely on self-hate to keep you on your diet, people who hate themselves rarely take good care of themselves and stay on track.

2. You don't have to eat low res to lose weight, instead create a proper and sustainable calorie deficit. Use this link to find your BMR and look at the activity level to see how many calories you really burn in a day, most anas underestimate this number. Whatever that BMR number is, subtract 500 calories, this will give you the amount you can eat and still lose 1 lb per week! 3500cals of deficit = 1 lb of loss. 1 lb per week sounds slow but having consistent loss week after week is so healing for someone who has alot of ups and downs emotionally from weight fluxs. If that sounds like you, give slower loss a shot! 3. Stop punishing yourself and find things that you enjoy instead. If you are taking away food to punish yourself or using increased exercise to punish yourself, you are actively sabotaging the only things that help you with weight loss. If you use those things as punishments, you are less likely to want to do them AT ALL. It's so important to find an enjoyable exercise that you look forward to and that relieves stress. Exercise is there to help you maintain your health/weight and using it as a punishment takes all the joy away from it and makes it into a chore you dread and avoid. Instead of taking away food, focus on buying higher quality food in smaller portions, you will find it tastes better and you look forward to planning your meals around those ingredients. 4. Eat high volume low calorie whole foods. Alot of packaged "health" food is just as bad as junk food, they just put a trendy-looking design on the package and the word "natural" slapped on it. before you buy or eat anything you need to be looking at the label on the back. If you want to feel more satisfied with your meals, try to get at least 60g of protein a day and avoid food that is calorically dense especially when you don't have access to a food scale. Try to eat more foods that contain one ingredient and when eating a full meal, try to fill your plate with 2 large servings of vegetables, one serving of protein, and one small serving of a grain or starchy vegetable. This ratio of food helps you feel full and keeps the calories low! If you have any more questions feel free to use my inbox! If you need help to reduce harm and feel like you are beyond helping yourself, please get help from a trusted loved one. Your well-being is worth more than what ever trouble you might get in asking for help. Nothing you did could ever warrant or make you deserve to not live. You are worthy of love and good health and I hope this helps you get a step closer to that.

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Tickle Alphabet - Fives

I've been thinking about Fives recently and decided to write my opinions about him. Then I can use this as basis for a fic I am thinking of (though I also have to come up with behaviors for Rex 😏). As always this alphabet was created by @otomiya-tickles.

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling? :)

Saying this loud and clear: cuddlebug. Expect him to latch on and never let go whether he was the lee or the ler. If his victim is feeling really shy or embarrassed afterword he will crack jokes and tell stories until they’re smiling for a non-tickly reason.

B.2: By | Who do they most enjoy being tickled by?

This boy just loves to be tickled honestly, but if he thought about it, Rex. Fives might’ve been apprehensive/shy about it at first but later on roughhousing with Rex and being how Rex relieves (his own and Fives’) stress is always fun and lifts his mood. 

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Before becoming a part of the 501st, Fives was not great at getting away from tickle attacks. The Domino Squad (Hevy) always got the jump on him, and if it were 4 v 1? An absolute goner. His ability to run got better later on, as did his ability to hunt down a potential lee. 

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

His underarms 1000%. I have an image ingrained in my head from the reboot Star Trek movies of Bones keeping Kirk steady with a hand slotted under Kirk’s arm, I imagine this with Fives. His brothers want to make sure they have his complete “attention” so they’ll hold him in place, one hand on his shoulder, another under his arm and he hates it. Also, it’s not protected by armor so he’s a goner anytime. Jesse gets Hardcase to help out a lot during any break they can find.

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

When he was shyer he’d really only make his desire known by getting Hevy’s or Echo’s attention but not clarifying what he needs them for (they catch on quick). He also learns being his goofy, mischievous self will get him what he wants. As for tickling others, he just does it no warning.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

Loud is the first descriptor that comes to mind. Whether he’s being tickled or not he’s laughing and is very boastful. Watch out for his facial hair, he is evil about it. If he has the upper hand it is no secret he will tell you. If the tables turn so does his demeanor he will beg and plead so fast. I have a scene playing out in my head if multiple forces team up against him, his brothers grab his arms to get at his death spot and he crumbles so fast, immediate giggles, wobbly knees, unsure whether to cover his mouth, protect his tickle spots, or fend off his lers. 

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

I don’t see him laughing a lot to these. DEFINITELY squirmy, might bite his lip to contain giggles but for the most part just takes them.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

I see Fives doing the same trick over and over to get the better of a sibling. Like with Echo, gaining the high ground (bunk) and holding his brother's feet hostage while the other can’t get up off the floor. Sometimes he can repeat the trick many many times, but some people (Kix and Rex) learn fast and can turn the tables against Fives.

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

Not great. Not because of how fast he gives in, but because he wants to give in and is either too shy or laughing too hard to get the words out. He learns to tap out and to breathe before trying to talk after sometime.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

I think he likes the funny feeling it gives, he loves an excuse to cuddle his brothers, and he just loves being the reason people are laughing (with him, never at him).

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

GOATEE EVIL EVIL. He will rub his beard and stubble into his lee’s neck or tummy and has 0 qualms about it; he knows it’s an unfair advantage and he’ll never stop.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

All of the above, all options selected. Giggles, cackles, snorts, squeals, it really depends on where and how he’s being tickled but giggles and belly laughs are most common.

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

He is more likely to be a victim of tickle attacks without any provoking because he doesn’t like to get up— he will but he’ll grumble about it, hence the attacks.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

Welcome to Mischief Town, Population 1. Be on guard he is here to play games and pranks, consequences be damned (or very welcome). He is more likely to be the victim of a provoked tickle attack and to tickle many to the ground.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

He would continue his mischief in his squads' chat, he might give hints he is in a tickle mood or send warning for another person to run. As for space tumblr behavior, yea I see it he’s one of us.

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

DOMINO TWINS BABY. They are a force to be reckoned with. They know each other so well they don’t have to talk they just act. It’s almost scary.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

Stutters. For as much confidence he gains and how much he enjoys himself, he gets so embarrassed.

S: Safeword | If they were to suggest the safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Domino, no question. Or tapping out if he’s too —fluttery is the word that came to mind idk why but to me it fits I hope it makes sense to others— to answer.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Wiggly fingers, the almost touches that elicit nervous giggles. Boasting about his advantage and how his lee can’t stop him.

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

Arms, if his brothers have him pinned they like to start teasing him with light tickles from his elbows down his biceps on their way to his worst spot. It’s more the itchy type of tickle than anything. If he had to choose something he hated about being tickled it might be that.

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

His twin of course! Echo is just too fun not to tease and he already knows every spot so he doesn’t need to learn. Echo’s mischief can be directed at Fives so getting him back is always a victory. Later on as an ARC trooper, he makes sure to initiate cuddle piles with shinies, one of his favorite things is getting them to laugh, relax, and feel safe after their first battles.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

it’s situation and ler dependent. If it’s Echo? Not a problem, they can interchange the word over and over. If Rex shows up, Fives is a goner.

~~~

When I talk about him being shy, I am thinking about this one post (I have no idea who created it sorry) talking about how pre-Citadel Echo was the more prevalent voice, the one to take action, while Fives followed his lead. One of the first times we see him speak up is his speech during the Battle of Kamino. Because of that I think Fives was pretty shy and reliant on Echo to speak for the both of them in social situations. So even when he gains his voice around others, still imagine the smaller group of 501st we see him with, those are his safe people :)

#fives #fives my beloved #tickle headcanons #tickle hcs #star wars tk #tk content #tickle alphabet

[doodle-pops]

Hi! I’m not sure if this is a request or an ask, so feel free to ignore it, but I was wondering how the feanorians + fingon and Finrod would react to an s/o with eczema? I’ve had this condition my entire life, and I’ve never really seen anyone write about it in fanfictions, so I guess I’m just curious. And you’re always so kind and considerate to everyone you interact with! Your writing brings me and so many others a lot of joy. Thank you so much for providing an escape for people like me. (Eczema is a very common skin condition characterized by red, dry, itchy skin. It is very painful, and typically not pretty to look at. There are times when it isn’t very bad and the person who suffers from it will have just one or two bad spots on the body, and there are times when it can suddenly flare up. Eczema can also leave people with small scars in affected areas.) Again, I’m not really sure if you would consider this a request, but if so, please feel free to ignore. Thank you again! ❤️

I know a few people around me who suffers this condition as well. One of them had it eased up in their youth until they discovered their seafood allergy after falling ill. The meds they took caused their eczema to resurface. It was painful for her, especially when she had to wear clothes.

Warms my heart to know that I could in some way make your day brighter by writing this for you🥰 and thank you for your appreciation🥺. For some people, seeing yourself in fanfiction provides the greatest source of relief and creates a safe space for comfort. Perhaps whenever requests are reopened, you can ask for a fic with one of the characters.

First of all, they would all be very sympathetic towards your condition and do everything in their might to relieve the pain, first and foremost, that you experience. Is your clothing material itchy or irritating your skin? Changed. Are the creams working as they should? Relieved. They're going out their way to read every book that ever existed and absorbing all the information on how to treat your condition and if there's a solution (this is ME so magic). They'd watch what you're eating, ensuring you get enough rest and not stressing out about it. Oh, talk about lifting your self-esteem if it was down. Never let's your mood dampen your spirits. Words of encouragement, sing songs, writes more poems, cuddles you more than ever. They don't care if they are seen as mother-hens, all that matters is your comfort and health.

- Feanor, MAEDHROS, MAGLOR, Celegorm, CARANTHIR, Curufin, CELEBRIMBOR, Amrod, AMRAS, FINGON, FINROD

#📬{questions} #feanorians #finrod x reader #fingon x reader #maedhros x reader #feanor x reader #maglor x reader #celegorm x reader #caranthir x reader #curufin x reader #amras x reader #amrod x reader #celebrimbor x reader #reactions #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

[barclaysangel]

Where You Bean All My Life?

Okay, this is basically for the amazing @streets-in-paradise because we both love Andy and this man deserves some love and romance in his life.

This is a ship I created between Andy and my original character, Natalie Valentine. If you want some more info on, please check out this post but also ask about her because I would love to talk more about Natalie! This little oneshot kind of spawned from an idea I got of Natalie owning a coffee shop and little cute ideas of her and Andy came out of it. Lucy wanted me to write it so I decided to finally do it to cheer her up from the pain of canon (seriously, fuck canon, let Andy be happy for once!). I hope you like this, sweetface!

And everyone else who reads this, feel free to comment what you think as well and if I should continue writing more for Natalie x Andy or just Natalie in general! This is my first time writing for Natalie (also my first time posting something written involving Andy, I've written him before but never posted it since it's part of something Lucy and I are working on) so I'm both nervous and excited!

Thank you and enjoy! :)

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: Cursing, suggestive themes, not proofread (*Tiffany and NicaChucky voice* proofreading is for losers!), Andy being happy and so damn in love (yes I'm making this a warning, I don't want anyone getting a heart attack from this rare sight)

Summary: Another day at work for Natalie, another day for Andy to pay her a visit, and another day for the both of them to remember how much they love each other.

This coffee shop was her baby. 

Natalie worked hard to build her cafe from the ground up. She put her time and effort into it and so far, it had paid off. She owned “Short and Steamy Cafe”, a name that still made her giggle because she enjoyed people’s reactions whenever she would tell them what it was called. 

Even though Natalie owned the shop, she still worked there quite frequently. The cafe was her pride and joy, she enjoyed dedicating her time into it and making sure personally that business was going well. Besides, making coffee and baking were a really good stress reliever for her. And she loved seeing her customers pleased with whatever drink or baked goods she came up with. 

Today was another day where she was working. She felt almost at peace, humming under her breath as she stood behind the register. It was the slow part of the day, not a lot of customers bustling through. Natalie appreciated those times, where she could breathe in the scent of coffee and warm food in the air and allow herself to be calm. It was perfect. 

Well, what cemented the perfection was the person who walked through the doors in that moment. 

Andy Barclay.

God, even thinking of his name made her heart flutter. And the sight of him made her damn near swoon where she stood. 

“Hey there, handsome.” Natalie all but purred as she playfully smirked at him. 

“Isn’t wrong to flirt with customers?” Andy asked lightly, his own smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“Not when I’m the boss and the customer is my favorite one that I go home to every night,” she retorted and reveled in his lovely sounding chuckle, “now, what can I get ya?” 

Andy thought about it for a moment before looking at her. “Surprise me.” 

Natalie couldn’t help but to smirk again. “I never thought you’d say something like that outside of the bedroom.” 

“Natalie!” He quickly scolded her, his face flushing red from her comment. 

She couldn’t help but to giggle at his reaction and held her hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry, sorry, I’m stopping.” She giggled again under her breath before quickly shaking her head when she noticed Andy taking out his wallet. “Nope, it’s on the house.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Nat, no, this is the third time this week, I have to pay you. I don’t want to be bad for business.” 

“Oh, please, you’ll barely put a dent,” She waved him off, “consider it as a boyfriend discount.” 

“It’s not a discount if it’s free!” Andy said in exasperation tone, a ghost of a smile on his face. 

“Just go and wait for your damn drink, Andy!” Natalie  smiled and chuckled, nudging her head to the side so he could wait to get his drink. 

He seemed to have given up, rolling his eyes and starting to walk off…until he quickly shoved two five dollar bills into the tip jar and then proceeded to walk away from the register. 

“Andrew!” Natalie nearly exclaimed, staring at him in surprise with her mouth open. “That’s too much for one coffee!” 

“Just helping business, babe.” Andy said with a smirk, the son of a bitch knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it. 

Fuck, he drove her insane. 

And she loved every minute of it. 

Natalie got one of her employees to tend to the next customer so she could go make Andy’s drink. She always enjoyed being the one to make his drinks, having told him before that she always made them with love. They always got a laugh out of Andy, and then his cheeks would turn that pretty shade of pink, making her want to take a picture so it’ll last longer. It was something she nearly said out loud right now because she could feel her man staring at her as she began making his coffee. 

Good lord, everything he did made her like a school girl having a crush. They had been dating for a year now, she thought that would shift into something else. But no, she still had a crush on him and was in love with him. 

Was this what love felt like? Natalie thought to herself. She was almost certain that it was. Her mother would say that love was supposed to set someone free. Well, she did feel free whenever she was with Andy. Free to be herself without facing any judgement, knowing that she’ll be accepted and loved no matter what. 

Then again, it’s not like her mother always had the best advice. Natalie did stop listening to her years ago. But maybe, just maybe, she was right on this one. 

Natalie hummed under her breath a song that was ringing through her head as she decided to make two drinks, one for Andy and one for herself. She combined different flavors together, pumpkin and caramel, personal favorites of hers, before finishing up one drink. She took a little extra time with Andy’s, finishing up the final touch. She took the foam and carefully crafted a heart on the top of coffee. 

Foam art was something Natalie was quite good at, it wasn’t a secret. She has done foam art for most of her customers, particularly during holidays where she’d make a pumpkin for Halloween or a snowman for Christmas, but especially to Andy. With him, it would range from a little smiley face, a rose, his own name, or just a simple “HI!” being enthusiastically drawn on there. 

Today, it was a heart because he was making her own heart race with his gaze on her at all times and the fact that he had stolen her heart years ago. 

Wow, maybe I really am cheesy.

“Here, love.” Natalie left the counter to hand him his coffee, holding her own coffee in her other hand. “I’m taking my break now, you’re stuck with me for the next fifteen minutes.” 

“You sure your boss would be okay with that?” Andy joked before looking at the foam art she left on his drink. She immediately got the response that she wanted, her boyfriend blushing and smiling at the little heart. “Jesus, you’re so good at this!” 

Natalie smiled shyly, always feeling bashful when it came to her art. “C’mon, Andy, a beginner could make a foam heart. It’s not that impressive. Maybe next time I’ll make you an anatomically accurate foam heart.” 

He paused for a moment. “That…actually sounds terrifying but also somehow romantic? What the fuck?” 

She immediately giggled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, taking his free hand in hers to guide him over to one of the tables. It was their usual area where they would sit whenever Natalie was on break or not even working. They could sit there for hours and talk about anything that came into mind. 

How could she have somehow found peace in her chaotic life with someone she never expected? Someone that was supposed to be her enemy? 

Well, fuck the rules. Natalie never liked them anyway. She preferred to do whatever the hell she wanted…and whoever she wanted too. 

“You know, you’re here so often I might as well hire you.” She said with a playful smile after she sat down, watching Andy sit down in front of her. 

“Oh, I’m not so sure, I heard that workplace romances can get quite messy.” Andy joked back and took a sip of his coffee. He closed his eyes, humming in delight, before opening them again. “Holy shit, where do you come up with these flavors?” 

“What can I say? My brain can be very creative!” Natalie said proudly, a sly smile dancing on her lips before sipping her own drink. Fuck, he was right, this was good. “Maybe I should add this on the menu.” She mused out loud. 

“You absolutely should, this is fucking great.” He praised her again, making her grin and nudge her foot against his and he did the same thing back. 

“Andy honey, wanna hear a joke?” She asked excitedly, the joke she came up with having been on her mind for hours and wanting desperately to tell someone. 

Andy playfully groaned, about to take another sip before halting his motion. “Oh god…” 

“Come on, it’s a good one!” Natalie giggled, knowing that her boyfriend was just playing around. 

He raised an eyebrow slightly before sighing. “Alright, fine. Let’s hear it.” 

She grinned, straightening up and putting on her serious face. “What did the coffee say to the other coffee?” 

Andy sighed again, leaning against his chair and pretending that he didn’t want to participate in the joke for a few seconds. “What?” 

Natalie couldn’t fight the wide smile away from her face anymore. “Where you bean all my life?” 

“Oh my god…” Andy put his face in one hand while his girlfriend all but cackled, high-pitched giggles escaping her lips from her own joke, “that was so bad…” 

“No it wasn’t! I can see you smiling!” She quickly retorted, having caught onto the smile he was trying to hide with his hand. 

“That was a smile of pain.” He threw back at her but she could see him smiling more despite his words. 

Natalie rolled her eyes, giggling some more. “Whatever, as if you can do better!” 

“Maybe not in a joke, but I could in a pickup line.” Her boyfriend said, immediately capturing her attention. 

“Oooh, tell me, tell me, tell me!” She repeatedly childishly, leaning forward to eagerly hear whatever pickup line Andy had in his arsenal. 

He chuckled under his breath, growing bashful now that Natalie was putting him on the spot but then he finally spoke. “Did you sit on some sugar?” 

Natalie raised an eyebrow, not knowing where this was going but was certainly intrigued. “Hmmm, why?” 

Just like Natalie when she was telling her joke, Andy couldn’t help but to smirk. “Because you have a sweet ass.” 

She tried to keep a straight face but quickly failed, dropping her head as she began giggling hysterically again. She could hear Andy laughing as well, that sweet and shy laugh that always had her quietly fawning over how cute her boyfriend was. 

“Okay, I’ll give you that, that was a pretty good pickup line,” Natalie said after she managed to control her laughter, “and pretty accurate too, I was baking earlier so I probably actually have sugar on my ass!” 

“That explains it!” Andy teased, making her lightly kick his leg and just like earlier, he returned the action while they both laughed again. 

Eventually, they settled back into a peaceful moment, the both of them embracing the silence in the air that flowed between them. They drank some more of their coffee, their feet still touching because Natalie had to be physically touching Andy in some way at all times, whether it be their shoulders brushed against one another or her hand down the back pocket of his jeans. She couldn’t help herself, she just loved feeling him. 

After a few more minutes of them being quiet, Andy spoke up. “What do you want for dinner tonight, love?” 

“Baby, you could make Kraft Mac n Cheese and I’ll be happy.” Natalie replied truthfully, making her boyfriend chuckle. 

“Don’t tempt me, I still have a few boxes left.” He joked lightly, reaching his hand out and she placed her hand in his. 

“Maybe I could make some dumplings.” She suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. 

“I love your dumplings, but I know that you did a lot of baking today, you deserve a break.” He replied before thinking about it for a moment. “Why don’t we just order in some pizza?” 

Natalie nodded and smiled. “Sure, I could eat some pizza. Especially if it’s pepperoni.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll get you your pepperoni pizza.” Andy said while chuckling, rubbing his thumb against her knuckles in comforting circles. 

She stared at him for a moment, her heart once again pounding in her chest. She felt giddy, like she was falling in love over and over again over the smallest thing. 

Maybe this was what love really felt like. Feeling like it was the first time even if it’s happened a million times. Every touch, every look, every word making Natalie realize how lucky she was to have Andy. He made her world stop spinning and made her feel like there was no one else, just the two of them. There was no pain, no sorrow, no suffering. There was only love, happiness, and joy. 

She wanted to live in this world forever and never leave. 

Natalie stood up from her chair and leaned over the table, Andy doing the same and his lips meeting hers halfway. She still held his hand as they kissed softly, her other hand reaching up to cup his cheek and feeling him smile lightly against her mouth before pulling away slightly to look at him. 

“I love you.” Natalie whispered to him, staring into his hazel eyes that always made her melt. 

Andy smiled happily back at her, turning his head to plant a kiss on the palm of her hand that was resting on his cheek. “Not as much as I love you.” 

#Chucky #Chucky 2021 #Chucky tv series #Curse of Chucky #Seed of Chucky #original character #OC #Chucky OC #Chiffany child #Natalie Valentine #Natalie Tilly #Andy Barclay #original character x canon character #Andy Barclay x original character #Andy Barclay x Natalie Valentine #Chucky oneshot #Andy Barclay oneshot #Child's Play #Alex Vincent #Chloe Bennet #fluff #romantic #Luna talks #admin

[curiousdreamerx]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🖤

05/06/2023

"𝐈𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.”

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖

Hello stranger👋🏻

Thank you for stopping by. I hope that you get to enjoy this little corner where all dreams and stories that the mind creates, come to life. My name is Céline, but you can call me Cece. I am from Geneva, Switzerland. A beautiful country that has blessed me with its scenery and peace. The magnificent mountains that stand strong has always been laced with the gentle air that fills me with joy, inspiration, and creativity. I am currently in university (graduating next year), studying political sciences. The purpose as to why I have chosen to open a blog on Tumblr is because my mind has always been filled with various short stories that I would like to share with you.

With all of the stress and responsibilities I face daily, I always enjoy coming to this corner of the internet and reading people’s amazing work. I have noticed that there are little communities for almost every fandom. That is something that I highly enjoy and appreciate. This website gives like-minded individuals a corner where they can come together and unleash their creativity. I have been a writer since I was a girl. However, I was never given a platform to showcase my writings. I am hoping that I get to use this blog to present my writings, and I am hoping you enjoy them Before I move on, I hope you'll understand that English is not my strongest language, but I'll do my best to communicate.

I am interested in jazz, art, movies (especially old movies, I love them soo much), writing obviously, politics, and vintage themes. I discovered my hobby in a dark way. Growing up, I never had the best childhood. I was always alone and scared. My mind would frantically look for ways to protect itself from the ominous and unknown world. I began to daydream, and it would go on for hours. I used to go out in my backyard and enjoy the warm summer breeze as it danced with the luscious green grass. I absolutely loved the fact that I was able to leave reality and build a life in my mind where I am safe and away from those who intend on hurting me.

I did not see the harm in dissociating and going to dreamland, but it was negatively impacting my life. My elementary school coordinator was the first to notice it and so she decided to inform my parents. This only fueled their anger that cornered and broke me. After a while, my daydreams intensified and it would take people few minutes to bring me back to reality, which humiliated me in front of my friends. That’s when my school coordinator took matters into her own hands and introduced me to a therapist. After a series of evaluation, I was diagnosed with ADHD, and let me tell you, it is not fun, at all.

No one has taught me how to deal with my ADHD, I was left on my own to deal with the depression and stress that it dragged with it. So that’s when I have decided to take matters into my own hands and start letting out all of the thoughts that are crammed in my head. The first thing I began doing was drawing. But, I winded up disappointing myself because of the terrible results. I even went as far as to join mental health clubs, but I felt shy and insecure. During a stormy, cold, and dark night, the electricity in the village I used to live in went out. So I began writing down some of the event that was occurring that night. I noticed how relieved and happy I was while writing down the slow events that were unfolding before me. That’s when I discovered this hobby of mine that I cherish and hold onto.

And that’s where I am today. I have the unusual ability of looking at almost any photo and forming stories based on that picture. I could listen to a song and write a story based on the song. I could be walking down a street and create a story just by looking at a tree. It is strange, but I will always value this ability that I discovered. With that being said, I try to write stories that have different themes and elements. I will delve into feel-good and heartwarming themes (i.e fluff, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort, family and domesticity). Also, I will be writing about dark and undiscovered territories (i.e angst, arguments, yandere, dub-con, non-con, horror, psychological horror/thriller). I will be accepting your requests and prompts as well (I will create a Google forms as well for that). While certain themes can be controversial, I can write them but I do not condone any behavior mentioned in the story. The only reason as to why I would write such stories is because this is the only way I can get rid of the trauma that has been haunting me for years. But once again, I do not condone any dangerous act that will be mentioned in my stories.

I can write about random story prompts based on your requests. In addition, I write about fandoms such as Call of Duty (I am obsessed😩). I can also write about Resident evil (especially 4 and remake). However, I do not write prompts about anime. My next post will be about all fandoms that I can write prompts about. Many of my friends suggested to open an Archive of Our Own (AO3) page for such stories. All information will be added in my next blog and I am open for suggestions and requests.

I am hoping that my blog will give you the opportunity to discover new ideas with me. I am super excited to share my stories with you and my ideas with you!  Thank you for reading this long introduction lol, my messages, suggestions, and submissions are all open for your ideas, questions, and requests. Just like Alice, we've reached the end of this mini rabbit trail. The White Queen's chessboard beckons, ready for new adventures in my next topic!🧚🏻💜

#curiousdreamer #introduction #aboutme #meetme #newbie #tumblrcommunity #I am still learning how to use hashtags pls bear with me :/ #creativewriting

[blackfire-fanfiction]

Part 2: Execution of baking

(Not as polish because I kept trying to add more)

_____

Raph was having a good time. sure the environment a bit strange and it's a little bit way too formal and expensive

(His heart aches a little And Remembrance  but that's already a common place)

It feels too calm.  too methodical 

He has to be captured by the fury of movement

He

Um

See movement and Impulsively Grabs and throw flour at the large bird in one moment 

A big old splatter of white on a canvas of black 

He barks  “ Anymore and You'll just be a big old dove!!” For a moment his breath hitches and thinks eyes shot open in panic ‘that was rude. that was rude. and this is over I ruined it.-”

“well yes… might as well continue then!” (in under seconds they've decided that this would be a great stress reliever for the poor boy. (that look of terror) Cleanliness is not as important as the well-being of a charge (A distant feeling of creating messes with little ravens and corralling them all to clean up before the parents come back washes over them)

“Go ahead And cover me head and toe just like that. But ~ you're going to have to help me clean it up Which will greatly affect our baking time.” They pause . “But don't worry, I can clean up real fast.” They quickly add.

Ralph laughs incredibly at the absurdity And is blissfully relieved  “really now??”

“Oh yes! I can make it seem as though  it never happened.” The gloved hands wiggle to convey the magic of it.

(They're lost in it now. Flour will be hard to get out of their feathers But they haven't seen their charge Smile like that ever before they haven't seen a child smile like that in such a long time)

____ Cut to the old bird Having somehow managed to get from being covered head to toe and white to being relatively normal. The first hit still leaving its mark.

Raph just looked away for a couple minutes. What happened?????

Hand gloves waving "guess~"

After with that absolute mind fuck. just trying to immerse himself into being a kitchen again sensation of rolling the batter together of how messy it gets! The joy at how he's allowed to get messy and Just baking up a storm-

Until well, while they were cleaning up the tail end the door slams open and comes walking in 

“TIMES UP! Oh you're not finished cleaning up? usually you're so speedy Tweety Bird!~

….her.

“Oh excuse me, Miss big mama I didn't know you were attending, things would have been…  better prepared.” They start schooling themselves. They should have expected this. (They did. they just didn't think that it was in her mo)  It's a good thing they cleaned up themselves first  and long since started to clean up while his charge was baking a storm 

“Oh I know! it's a surprise visit ~ I had a little bit of downtime and thought ;why not see how two Duos are doing” 

She starts Tasting the wide Variety of pastries Making various comments 

"Well maybe if you want to go to fight and you could have been a junior chef BUT OH WELL."

Raph keeps staring at this HORRIBLE HAG Clutching his fist.. completely silent..  

 Why….

 why is she here….. why is she ruining everything.  Why can't  she just leave him alone!! he was feeling good. He was feeling great. HE WAS HAVING FUN. he wants to cry as the pressure Involving his situation of how he's forced to kill for His life by this woman, comes crashing down once again. 

“Yes yes it's a bit dry. too much flour It's still quite nice just a bit lacking.”

“This one Exquisite, did you help with that one, Tweety?”

He wants Punch her to make sure that he never sees her again.

“These are all reasonable critiques For the next time I presume?” They Direct. Trying their better to cover up the remaining white flour on them 

“Oh yes yes I don't see the harm in it. Okay~ oh deary?~ I'm sure you'll do better time turtle-boo"

“I don't…..” Raph  tralls off. He  wants to scream Never stop screaming 

two adults discuss some more (looking a bit pale there tweety?) and She leaves Yelling out a buh bye and see you soon~

—-

They finally finish up Cleaning the kitchen. The room is quiet and tense   and Raph is feeling Hollow. 

“….Why didn't you tell me?”

“ I'll have you know.. I had no idea that she would be…  arriving only that she Going to try some “

Raph shakes his head 

“I don't, I don't want her…. This supposed to be special” 

“I know, I know. And I'm sorry it has to be this way.”

(In a way they do understand how it feels… of when they have to take care of or support somebody who isn't a good person.. who isn't kind and their actions don't really do anything to change their mind. It's a bitter bitter feeling)

Raph continues to bake for Big Mama during his stay at the Battle Nexus (at least until he gets too out of it to be allowed in the kitchen). He gets used to having to have the workplace be clean and organized when Big Mama or any of her workers arrive to judge the food. The handler allows him to be messy during the actual baking process, but he always makes sure he can clean up quickly for if someone drops by without warning.

Flash forward to when Raph gets saved and he's sneaking into the kitchen for stress relief in the middle of the night. He's allowing himself to get messy, the break from rigidity he's not there anymore, there's nobody controlling him anymore calming.

Then someone walks into the kitchen as he's baking.

It's not clean. He's messy. Big Mama will surely punish him for this. And his handler isn't there to convince her not to send him to his death

#same raph au #same raph au crossover #kidnapped arc #raph's handler #post rescue arc #asks #rottmnt oc

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My Happiness Manifesto

In the beginning of the semester our professor requested the class to search and discover a blogging platform that we would like to utilize throughout the course. Therefore, every week we made a different post to this blog referring to that module we were going through at that given time. After analyzing each and every one of my blog posts from over the semester, I realized a sense of repetition and a theme. The repetition I noticed was the fact that almost all of my blog posts related to something that brings me joy and happiness. I definitely did not realize when I was creating these posts each week that I was actually following a theme. The second week of the semester my classmates and I were asked to create a blog post containing a photograph, painting, or film of something that demonstrates our values or interests. For this post, I chose a photograph from the National Geographic site of a large field, harvesting crops. The agriculture industry provides our main sources of food and for that it brings me an abundance of happiness. In my opinion, many individuals are uneducated and do not realize the importance of the agricultural industry, this is why I am such a large advocate for the industry. This class has taught me how to apply my knowledge, as well as interests to many different forms of literature. Another thing that I know brings joy into my life are horses. Throughout the semester I have referred to my horses many times in my blog posts. Once again, I honestly did not realize at the time that I was creating such a sequence. Such as on week nine of this semester the professor asked us to analyze our personal photo album, and decide an occurring theme. This theme was obviously my horses, given they take up most of my photo album. Many people just see a horse as another animal or as “cute.” Not only are they cute, but they are so much more to those individuals that ride them. They become a partner for life, as well as a very trustworthy companion. For that specific blog post, I listed about five different photos of my horse, Lighting  and even included one of my sister���s horses. Below the images I included what these horses mean to me and why they add so much joy to my everyday life. Horses are proven to be able to relieve stress from an individual's life, I certainly know they have this effect on me. They truly become your best friends with every ride together. Being happy in life is one of the major keys to becoming successful. In my opinion, life is just too short to be unhappy. So, whatever in life you are doing, just make sure it brings you some sort of joy within the journey. A little later in the semester my professor asked for the class to create a playlist of songs, all of which contribute to one subject matter. For this blog post I decided to go with the theme of “Sundays”, coincidental enough it is because Sundays are my most favorite day of the week. This post ties into the theme of my Manifesto because throughout the descriptions of my songs you will realize I say multiple times, “Sunday’s bring me joy.” Included in this post were songs such as “Sunday Kind of Love” and “Sunday Best.” I feel anyone who were to  listen to these songs would receive an uplifting feeling. Sunday’s are a day for refreshment and restarts, getting ready for the next week ahead. They are an essential day in the week for me.  It is interesting, yet crazy to me that throughout this semester of this class I have really built such a theme throughout each blog post. Creating this blog has taught me to bring my everyday hobbies and activities to the art of literature and humanities. Such as tying in poems, films, paintings etc.

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Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatahu

A COMFORT REMINDER TO THOSE GOING THROUGH HARDSHIP SITUATION 📌📌📌

بسم اللّٰه الرحمن الرحيم

There will be days when you feel you cant carry on. Broken dreams and pain. But you have to carry on. Dont lose hope. Put your trust in الله

If you’re stressed, take a deep breath and release those cares to Allah. He can handle everything that concerns you.”

أَلَيْسَ اللَّهُ بِكَافٍ عَبْدَه؟

"Is not Allah sufficient for His servant?"

•[39:36]

When you feel like you’re constantly in the dark, know with full trust that Allah is preparing you for something filled with Light.

For those of you who are currently struggling with your hardships, always remember there are so many beautiful things to live for.

Sabr through the day while walking around with that suffocating feeling in your heart that makes you want to leave this dunya

For every pain that you feel in this world, there’s a reward for it in the next.

Trust Allaah when things don’t work out the way you want. Allaah has something better planned for you.

If Allaah wants it for you, it will be yours. Don't stress out so much.

يؤتكم خيرا مما أخذ منكم

He will give you something better than what was taken from you. #Quran 8:70

Sometimes we make duaa for a door of dunya. When it doesnt open, we cry. Not realizing that Allah has instead opened a door of jannah for us

When you feel frustrated with the way things are going in your life, — That's your faith being TESTED. Focus on the outcome, not the obstacles.

Different people get tested in different ways. Allaah is Just, He will only try you with what you can bear. If it's stopping you from getting closer to Allaah, then you need to let it go.

but I promise you there's always beauty in the struggle. Allaah ﷻ will never burden you beyond your ability, you’re strong enough to fight.

This pain in your heart was created to make you yearn less for this life and to yearn more for Jannah.

How sad is it to pray next to someone who you know is going through this world with a broken heart and seeing them stay in Sujood for a few extra moments, only because this is probably the only comfort they ever find themselves in anymore.

If you're ever feeling astray from Allaah, keep holding onto Him, never lose hope in Him, and call out to Him.

Reach out for help because sabr isn’t suffering in silence.

You must remind yourself that He is with you. He watches with love as you go about the rest of the day.

He knows there are things that are making your heart feel heavy. Stop despairing. He hasn’t left, He never does.

Call on your Lord when your heart is brittle, that is a time when it’s in pieces and the Light of Allaah can fill the gaps.

Do your part by getting help if you need it, by making dua to Him to ease your situation. He will do His part.

That is why Allaah is with the broken hearted

To all the aching souls right now:May Allaah (ﷻ) mends your hearts.

May gentler and warmer days come your way.

O' Allaah! Remove this hardship from our souls and revive it with joy and happiness from nothing but You.

O' Allaah! Lift our souls, relieve our burdens, and make us of those who put their trust in You for all their affairs.

Ameen Allahumma Ameen

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When I’m not in the mood for writing requests, I’ll often turn to my OCs. They’re such a great way to escape from reality and get into a mindset that I love.

If you somehow have no clue what an OC is, it stands for “original character”. It’s a character you create from the ground up, and are usually made by writers and artists.

My friends and I use our OCs to roleplay and escape from the world around us, whether it be because of things going on in our lives or just for fun, sometimes even to experience things in a different light.

Some of the ways I prefer using my OCs are to construct a life I could never have, let out my frustration, and practice my writing.

I started off writing with a struggle to write each paragraph as a continuation from the previous ones, and my description was always repetitive and bland, more of a “they do this and then walked here” than a “they did this, these senses came into play, and then they walked over here is this manner with this purpose”. Writing for OCs really helped develop that. I’m honestly embarrassed of how bad my writing even just last year was, but I assure you my OCs have really helped.

In terms of constructing a life and world I could never have, I find that every OC has some element of me or someone I know in them, which means I can feel happy for these people, and they can live a life I never could have. This OC falls in love with an OC based on the person I like, and this OC has parents who they feel can always support them. It’s a feeling that brings me a lot of joy.

Releasing frustration is a main factor too. I can make an OC have controlling, hateful parents (mine aren’t, but when my parents and I disagree I can write something about said OCs parents). I can make an OC be gorgeous despite never seeing it. I can make an OC accidentally kidnap their sister’s daughter by accident (totally not because I think my sister would be capable of doing something that stupid, totally). I can threaten the life of or injure an OC so that they can have comfort from someone they know will never shut them down who will always be there for them. OCs are such a good stress reliever, and I cannot tell you how much it helps me feel more positive and good about my life. Either that or wondering when someone is going to compliment me lol /hj .

If you don’t want to try making an OC, it’s not like that’s illegal. It’s just me trying to share something I find helpful and sometimes therapeutic while also offering advice.

A bit of advice I have is controversial, but copy things you’ve seen before. Seriously. Let’s say that you saw an ad on YouTube about abuse; you go ahead and make yourself feel bad for that OC by writing it. It gives you a basis of what to write and expect. What I do to avoid it becoming a carbon copy of the original idea is I think about it for a while, usually overnight when trying to sleep, so that your mind has a fresh view on what to do.

The other thing I find people don’t often do is changing up what happens after you’ve written something, and to that I say “Why the hell not”. An example I like to use is that Tolkien spent from the time he was in school to the day he died writing the one universe, and he changed things time and time again, whether they be the spelling of a name or how someone dies, or even entire family trees. If Gil-Galad went through five fathers, multiple names and physical descriptions, I think you can change the order of a few events. Yes, it’s daunting, and you’re scared to ruin what you wrote, but trust me. It’s better to have a complete story than having to explain to people the changes and therefore confusing them instead of them just reading it as it should be.

I’m bad at ending long posts, so I’m just saying bye, I guess.

#my writing #long post #ocs #writing #no clue what to tag this as lol #life advice? therapy? /j

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The Healing Power of Potato Humor: A Spud-tacular Journey to Laughter and Wellness

Introduction

In the pursuit of well-being, laughter is often hailed as the best medicine. Amidst various sources of humor, an unlikely contender emerges – the humble potato. This blog delves into the intriguing world of potato humor, exploring its origins, its impact on our well-being, and how the simple act of laughing at potato-related jokes can be a spud-tacular journey to improved mental and emotional health.

Unearthing the Roots of Potato Humor

A Potato's Identity Crisis:

Potato humor often revolves around the vegetable's unique status. Is it a vegetable or a starch? This identity crisis becomes a fertile ground for jokes, puns, and memes that tickle our funny bones. The relatability of this comedic theme lies in the universal experience of grappling with identity and belonging.

Potato Shapes and Sizes:

From fries to mashed, the diverse forms of potatoes offer ample material for humor. Jokes about the irregular shapes of potatoes or the struggle of finding the perfect french fry resonate with everyday experiences, transforming mundane moments into opportunities for laughter.

The Psychology of Potato-Induced Laughter

The Power of Relatability:

Potato humor works its magic through relatability. We've all encountered a misshapen potato in our lives or pondered the enigma of potato identity. These shared experiences create a sense of connection, and laughter becomes a communal activity, fostering a sense of belonging.

Nostalgia and Comfort:

Potatoes, often associated with comfort food, evoke feelings of nostalgia and warmth. Potato humor taps into this emotional connection, creating a sense of comfort and familiarity. Laughter triggered by potato jokes becomes a therapeutic experience, reminiscent of the joy found in simple, comforting moments.

Potato Humor's Impact on Mental Wellness

Stress Relief through Laughter:

Laughter, as a natural stress-reliever, has profound effects on mental wellness. The act of laughing releases endorphins, the body's feel-good chemicals, reducing stress and promoting an overall sense of well-being. Potato humor, with its light-hearted and relatable nature, becomes a delightful avenue for stress relief.

Enhancing Resilience:

In the face of life's challenges, resilience is a valuable trait. Potato humor, by encouraging laughter in the midst of difficulties, cultivates resilience. The ability to find humor in the everyday, even in the form of a misshapen potato, contributes to a resilient mindset that can navigate life's ups and downs with grace.

Building Positive Connections:

Shared laughter builds positive connections among individuals. Potato jokes, often shared on social media or in casual conversations, create bonds through shared amusement. These connections, even if centered around a seemingly mundane topic like potatoes, contribute to a supportive social environment that enhances mental wellness.

The Lighter Side of Potatoes: A Compilation of Potato Jokes

Before delving deeper into the impact of potato humor, let's take a moment to enjoy some lighthearted potato jokes:

Why did the potato apply for a job?

Because it wanted to get mashed!

What do you call a potato that's afraid?

A dictator!

How does a potato answer the phone?

"Alooo!"

What did the potato say to the sweet potato?

"I yam what I yam!"

Why did the potato break up with the tomato?

It couldn't ketchup!

Potato Humor: A Recipe for Emotional Wellness

Fostering Positive Emotions:

Laughter, induced by potato humor, triggers the release of neurotransmitters that promote positive emotions. Whether it's the play on words or the whimsical imagery associated with potato-related jokes, the resulting laughter contributes to an emotional upliftment that can counteract feelings of negativity or anxiety.

Cultivating a Mindful Presence:

Potato humor, often grounded in the ordinary and familiar, encourages mindfulness. The act of finding joy in simple, everyday elements like a potato fosters a mindful presence. This mindfulness, coupled with laughter, creates a harmonious state of being that transcends momentary stressors.

Alleviating Anxiety with Levity:

Anxiety, a prevalent aspect of modern life, can be momentarily alleviated through laughter. Potato humor provides a light-hearted escape from the demands of daily life, offering a respite from anxiety. The comedic lens through which potatoes are portrayed invites individuals to momentarily detach from stressors and find joy in the absurd.

Potato Humor in Cultural Contexts

Culinary Delights and Cultural Ties:

Potatoes, being a staple in various cuisines worldwide, hold cultural significance. Potato humor often reflects cultural attitudes towards this versatile vegetable. Whether it's the love for potato dishes or the quirks associated with potato farming, these jokes become cultural touchpoints that bridge diverse communities through shared laughter.

Potatoes as Cultural Metaphors:

Beyond their culinary role, potatoes serve as metaphors in cultural narratives. Potato humor may carry deeper meanings, reflecting societal attitudes or serving as commentary on human behavior. By engaging with potato-related jokes, individuals participate in cultural conversations, adding layers of meaning to their laughter.

Potato Humor and Physical Well-Being

Laughing for Heart Health:

The physical benefits of laughter extend to cardiovascular health. The act of laughing enhances blood flow and improves vascular function, contributing to heart health. Potato humor, with its ability to induce genuine laughter, becomes a delightful exercise for the heart.

Boosting the Immune System:

Laughter's positive effects on the immune system are well-documented. The release of endorphins and the reduction of stress hormones contribute to a strengthened immune response. Engaging in potato humor, therefore, becomes a flavorful way to boost immune function.

Calorie-Free Exercise for Facial Muscles:

While potato jokes might not offer a workout for the body, they certainly exercise the facial muscles. Laughter engages multiple facial muscles, providing a calorie-free workout that contributes to facial toning and, in turn, enhances one's physical appearance.

Potato Humor as a Social Catalyst

Icebreaker in Social Settings:

Potato jokes, with their light-hearted and inclusive nature, serve as excellent icebreakers in social settings. Whether at gatherings, parties, or team-building events, sharing a potato joke can set a positive and jovial tone, fostering social connections and easing social tension.

Inclusive Humor for Diverse Audiences:

One remarkable aspect of potato humor is its inclusivity. These jokes are accessible to diverse audiences, transcending cultural, linguistic, and demographic boundaries. The simplicity of potato-related humor ensures that it can be enjoyed by individuals from various backgrounds, making it a powerful tool for fostering inclusivity and shared joy.

The Potency of Potato Puns: A Linguistic Delight

The Art of Wordplay:

Potato humor often relies on clever wordplay and puns. The linguistic delight derived from these jokes adds an extra layer of enjoyment. The mental exercise involved in deciphering and appreciating the puns contributes to cognitive stimulation, showcasing the multi-faceted benefits of potato-related humor.

Enhancing Language Skills:

Engaging with potato puns and jokes can be a playful way to enhance language skills. The manipulation of language for comedic effect encourages individuals to explore linguistic nuances, expanding their vocabulary and fostering a deeper appreciation for the richness of language.

Potatoes in Pop Culture: From Meme to Mainstream

Spreading Potato Joy Through Memes:

The digital age has witnessed the rise of potato-related memes, spreading joy across online platforms. From adorable potato characters to humorous memes depicting the everyday life of a potato, the internet has become a playground for potato enthusiasts, contributing to a global phenomenon of digital potato humor.

Potato Merchandise and Lifestyle:

The popularity of potato humor has transcended the virtual realm, manifesting in various forms of merchandise. From quirky potato-themed clothing to home decor, the spud has become a symbol of lightheartedness and playfulness in everyday life. Embracing potato-themed merchandise becomes a tangible way for individuals to carry the spirit of potato humor into their daily routines.

The Future of Potato Humor: Cultivating a Laughter-Filled Landscape

Digital Evolution of Potato Humor:

As technology continues to shape our communication landscape, the future of potato humor holds exciting possibilities in the digital realm. Virtual reality, augmented reality, and evolving social media platforms may pave the way for innovative expressions of potato-related humor, creating immersive experiences that amplify the joy associated with potatoes.

Potato-Driven Social Movements:

Potato humor, with its ability to unite diverse communities, may become a catalyst for social movements. Whether through charity events centered around potatoes or campaigns promoting laughter for mental wellness, the spud could emerge as a symbol of positive change, fostering a sense of community and shared purpose.

Educational Integration of Potato Humor:

Recognizing the cognitive and emotional benefits of humor, educational institutions may explore integrating potato-related humor into learning environments. Incorporating playful elements into educational materials and activities can enhance student engagement, creating a more enjoyable and enriching learning experience.

Conclusion

In the grand tapestry of well-being, the healing power of Funny potato humor weaves a thread of joy, laughter, and connection. From the simplicity of a misshapen potato to the complexity of linguistic puns, the world of potato-related humor offers a delightful journey into the lighter side of life. As we navigate the challenges of our modern existence, embracing the spud-tacular realm of potato humor becomes not just a whimsical choice but a conscious decision to infuse our lives with laughter, resilience, and a sense of shared humanity. So, let's celebrate the humble potato and its transformative ability to turn mundane moments into opportunities for laughter, wellness, and the cultivation of a joy-filled life.