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mundoperla · 1 year

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What about… RZ Michael Myers doing something unholy, like he’s really horny, with his fem friend (also a patient) at the Smith’s Grove? Like in some corridor or smth 👀 Wall sex, whaaat???

Would be grateful and on my knees, thanks 🙏

this got me kicking my feet in the air like a schoolgirl rn

& its my favorite michael??? ofc im abt to tackle this tf😩💜

𝙍𝙕 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙈𝙮𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

— No matter how many cameras there are, there will always be blind spots.

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you see the title bitties here are the warnings vv

⚠️⚠️cws;; basically public sex, wall sex ofc, michael being HORNY, p in v but i think thats kind of expected, overall that nasty shit (lighthearted)⚠️⚠️

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Despite his lack of communication, Michael made your stay at Smith’s Grove much more pleasant. He never acted out or caused any type of problems when you first arrived, he’d been relatively calm for quite some time now. Always alone in his room, no sound, no nothing, just him making masks in silence.

It was his creativity that sparked your initial interest in him in the first place. His walls were cover from top to bottom in the masks he’d make in his alone time, many ranging from different colors and shapes. Truthfully he never wanted to interact with you whenever you’d make a quick pass by his room to go somewhere on the other side of the hospital, there was a point in time where he found you annoying even.

Yet no matter how much time passed you’d still swing by with a quick ‘hello!’. It escalated to a point where you would linger on the other side of his door and hold up one sided conversations with him, of course him never responding to you verbally. It was alright though, body language is able to tell you enough.

You did all of the talking for the two of you, which all though he never spoke aloud, he appreciated. He hasn’t spoken in years and by the looks of it he wasn’t going to any time soon. Trust me, Dr. Loomis has tried.

You were no threat to Michael to begin with, he had no reason to dismiss you unless he had become tired of your company; which very rarely happened. He was surprisingly as patient as you were with him, perhaps this was his own way of saying ‘thank you’.

The two of you were almost like a joined pair after he had grown slightly more comfortable around you, if you went somewhere—Michael followed, if Michael went somewhere — you would follow. It was shocking to everyone that he’d show even such a small form of attachment to another living being without brutally murdering it. Of course in the early stages of your ‘friendship’ the two of you were heavily monitored before you could be permitted to be in spaces together alone with just a nurse on standby.

“ I’m gonna go ask one of the doctors if I can have another juice, you want one too ? ”

Michael won’t verbally respond, but he will turn his eyes down to the floor at your question.

“ Alright so that’s a no. Sit tight I’ll be right back. ”

He watched you sit up from the table the two of you sat at, disappearing into one of the many hallways. He had originally got up to go and follow you like he always did, but something inside him told him not to, it had told him something else.

He ever so slightly considered you as some kind of companion, but he wanted you as something else. You were very beautiful to him and some of the other patients on your side of the building, it’s normal to think someone is nice looking. Yet he’d catch himself staring a bit too hard when you would do the simplest of things such as drinking some water or even when you stretched and a sliver of your stomach would be exposed. Was it also normal to have these filthy thoughts directed towards a so-called ‘friend’?

The bulge in his pants grew ever so larger the longer he sad and pondered. He needed to ‘fix’ this before you came back and saw. Would you think he was disgusting if you did see him this way? Surely you would.

You had come back to your shared table empty handed only to see that Michael was gone, maybe he’d gone back to his room? He could be tired, nothing wrong with just a quick swing by his door and wish him goodnight.

There were quite a few cameras the closer you got to Michael’s room, just as you turn into the corridor large hands yank you from the entrance to a darker corner of the hall. You’d mentally braced yourself to be strangled by this unknown person, but familiar blonde strands of hair loomed above you, of course the orange mask eased the tension much more.

Michael silently stared down at you, you could just barely see his sky blue eyes behind the paper mask. But now left the following questions, why was he just waiting in the corner? why is he now all of a sudden making actual physical contact with you? Truthfully one could only imagine the worst in the sense of it being correlated with him of all people, but the worst never came.

You’d opened your mouth to speak but you’re immediately silenced by the feeling of his erection pressing itself into your ass. He was rubbing himself against you now, still as silent as ever, showing no sign of satisfaction.

“ Mike- Michael! There’s cameras, we can’t do this here, we could get caught.. ”

Of course he doesn’t give you a verbal response, but this time will give you a slow twirl of his finger, telling you to look around you. There weren’t any cameras that could catch you in their line of sight, and the one camera that was much closer than the rest faced the opposite direction where you had originally been grabbed.

He was telling you it was safe to continue, you were clear to unfold. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the slightest bit aroused as him, maybe even more. Using his cold hands to slide under your shirt so he could squeeze the soft flesh of your breasts, to then slowly migrate under the fabric of your pants to rub you through your underwear. You’d began to grind back into him, trying to pull down his own pants down as well as your own so the two of you could ease this tension much quicker.

Michael had fantasized about how you would feel around his cock, the way you would squeeze him and the sounds you could make when he started to thrust, he couldn’t live with the possibility of another person pleasuring you instead of him. He needed to be the one to take you, you may not be aware but you’re in fact his and his only. Maybe he liked you alot more than what he initially thought.

Your body trembled as Michael moved your body slightly so you were now fully pressed against the wall with him standing behind you, one hand held you in place by the hip whilst the other began to align himself against your hole, knowing him there will be no auditory warning that he’d be sliding in. You’re not a pussy, you could take him, couldn’t you ?

Both of your hands rested on the white brick walls, truthfully you weren’t even sure he was going to fit inside. He’s taking his sweet time behind you. You’re really about to become his in a dark corner that surveillance could not reach, this could have been much better under different circumstances, but neither of you could chose the have sex in a different location at this time, you’ll take what you can get.

The stretch that followed after an agonizing 15 seconds of the man behind you pondering could be considered as beyond painful, your hand quickly covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers. He can feel your walls clamp around him, gushing uncontrollably by the sudden rush of pleasure. He’s not even halfway inside you yet, but you’ve got his pelvis and a small bit of the floor wet now, clearly you wanted this as much as he did.

You don’t get the luxury of Michael stopping in his tracks to let you breathe before he continues to push himself into you, however you get the honor or him bending himself over enough to cover your mouth with his own hands instead of your own. Now you just had to focus on keeping yourself steady while he takes what’s his.

You’d think he had never hear the word ‘gentle’ in his lifetime. His thrusts were fast yet also powerful, despite his hands covering your mouth small moans still escaped. He had just started yet you felt so fucked out already, your legs trembling, your juices dribbling down your thigh and back down onto the floor.

He fucks you like you’re a fleshlight, dominantly chasing his own high but still trying to get you to come undone as well. He’s intentionally trying to break you as much as possible before the two of you have to eventually wrap up, his hands shy away from your mouth, one to slither down to toy with your clit whilst the other grips onto one of your tits as he continues to pound himself into your cunt like a man possessed. He makes it impossible not to scream but you are aware to still keep your voice down as much as possible.

“ Michael.. Keep moving just like that.. I’m so- Fuck.. ”

Your voice had continued to quiver the longer he kept going, the coil in your belly was about to snap once again. Michael considered finishing inside as some kind of ‘mark’ to leave behind, but he could always wait for another time to have that visual. For right now it was your ass that he had decided on, he’d still get a satisfactory visual of himself on you.

Practically yanking himself out of you just as you had came, his warmth begins to coat your skin. You’re lightheaded and you could feel your legs about to give out as Michael let go of you. Silently admiring his ‘art’, he’d wiped a smudge of his mess off of you with his finger, bringing it up to your lips. It was sweet but also bitter, it was him. He could leave you here to clean yourself up so he could go back to his room, but based off of how you were struggling to keep yourself up, maybe he could just take you back to your own room before departing for the night.

He had taken the time to get you dressed back up as well as himself, pulling you out of the corridor down to the hallway opposite to your own room. Your hand felt so small in his, he was intimidating to many people, but you ? There was an odd sense of security from being this close to Michael. He stood with you for a brief moment after arriving to your room, with him he could have just been there to stare at you a while longer or he was silently examining you to get a clear visual that you were okay to be left on your own now. Could have just been both.

He was exhausted now, but also mildly flustered. So much had just happened and he could barely process it. He’s turned to walk back down to his own room so that you could get some sleep as well, but is quickly stopped buy the force of you clinging yourself onto one of his arms tightly.

“ Goodnight Mikey, we should definitely do that again at some point. ”

You’re hardly standing up straight yet you’ve asked him to.. again, too much to process. But he will take your request into consideration.

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apologies if the ending is messy i have no clue how to properly conclude shit i tried my best

#slashers x reader #halloween 2007 #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers smut #slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher smut

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spacelazarwolf · 11 months

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i think sexual abuse is a lot more complicated than ppl want to admit and i’m going to use two (of the many) scenarios i’ve personally been in to talk abt it. it’s gonna get kind of explicit so just be warned.

so the first scenario is me and my high school boyfriend. we're both 15 and horny all the time, and the first time we have sex i didn't even know it was going to happen. we were messing around in my garage, and he just like. stuck it in. was losing my virginity bent over a tractor in the garage the way i wanted to lose my virginity? no. did he ask for my consent? no. but. i do not consider what happened to me to be rape or assault. it didn't upset me, it didn't cause me trauma, it really didn't affect me beyond "holy shit i lost my virginity."

the second scenario is something that happened frequently between me and my abusive ex boyfriend. i would be in the mood for sex, express that interest to him, he would reject me, so i would back off. then after a minute, he would start flirting with me and showing interest in having sex with me, so i'd start flirting back, and then he'd reject me again. and when i say reject, i don't just mean "i'm not in the mood" i mean "ew why are you being so clingy get off me" when moments before he'd been grabbing my ass. he would go through this cycle until he was satisfied that i felt shitty enough about myself that i'd let him do whatever he wanted. did i want to have sex? yes. did i consent to that sex? yes. but. i consider what happened to be sexual abuse because he explicitly needed me to feel like shit in order for him to enjoy the sex and in order for me to not question what happened during it because i would feel like i "wanted it."

between those two scenarios, only one happened specifically without my consent. but that's not the scenario i consider to be assault. some might say the second situation was a negation of consent, and i think it absolutely can be. but for me and my own personal experience, i consider it to essentially be weaponizing the consent i did give, which is what made it so insidious. and i feel like people often want to project that violation of consent onto me regardless of how i actually describe the event because they conflate consent with healthy sex, so any unhealthy sex must be a violation of consent, and that's just not how it always works.

i feel like discussions around sexual assault tend to be so incredibly black and white, which makes sense because the people participating in them are traumatized! it's hard to have nuance when you're traumatized! but i think it's still important to have these conversations because there have been times where i was in spaces specifically for survivors and was told that what happened to me wasn't abuse because i consented, and it was "insensitive" to compare it to "actual rape" (which i also experienced from the same ex). in order to really heal, we need to be able to have these tough conversations, because i promise they're worth it.

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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You're upset, darling?

pairing: platonic gn!reader x ghost x soap x price

word count: 1.4k

tags: angst with comfort, depression, episodes, no use of y/n, 3rd person pov, reader is mostly refered to as darling + they/them pronouns

warning: mention of suicide, not in detail tho but still (let me know if I missed anything)

summary: 141's darling has episodes where they feel like shit and how they spend their day in the base with those feelings, and how the guys comfort them.

a/n: I wanted to add könig, horangi and gaz but I was too tired to keep writing so I only wrote abt these three. this is very much based on my personal experience. I'm also undiagnosed so I might not use certain terms.

Sometimes 141's darling has days where they're down and very upset. It's normal, they think, everyone must have days where they don't feel entirely themselves, right? it's totally normal and very human, they believe.

At first, when they were upset, nobody would notice, because no matter how they felt, they always did the same things as they always do, if not a bit slower than usual.

They would shower, groom their hair, wash their clothes, clean their room and attend all activities with the other guys. They would even sleep their full hours, uninterrupted, and finish all of their food, rarely missing a meal.

But all of that feels robotic. An attempt to seem normal, to seem fine. When in reality, they feel gray on the inside. Dead. a walking corpse. A heaviness that settles in their chest like a rock. Sitting there, unmoving.

And more often than not, they wouldn't know why they're so upset, so down and dead and just not themselves. They might as well be in a coma because nothing feels real during those days.

Then they would be forgetful, less talkative, and their face would drop, drained out of any light and animated expressions they usually wear. They would laugh along to jokes that aren't even funny, to keep anyone from noticing that there's something wrong, that they're wrong.

But they couldn't keep having their episodes unnoticed. They're not sure who noticed first, out of 141, but they do remember how Soap would look at them. How even when he's talking and laughing loudly, he would glance at them, to study their reaction and face. But he wouldn't say anything, not yet at least.

He would then drag them with him as much as he can, and not necessarily make them speak, because he notices their silence, and the discomfort that would appear in their face when they're made to speak and actively participate in a conversation when they're not obligated to. He would fill in the space, with his chatter, but it would not be as loud, softer, a comforting murmur, a nice sound to focus on when they can't make themselves stop falling inside their head.

And then darling would lean against his side when they're sitting down and he's sketching on his knees, still talking and filling in the air. And he would wrap an arm around them and squeeze, his body heat comforting and welcome in those gray days. And when darling has to be somewhere without Soap, he would give them a much needed tight hug, all warm and big and long and soft.

"You'll be alright."

They find themselves hanging out with the 141 guys more often during their episodes. And Ghost is no exception. No matter what anyone says about the man's personality, whether he's cold hearted, emotionally unavailable or just straight out a bastard, they would never get it right, never, nobody knows him as much as he knows himself. But he does let out bits and pieces of himself to his mates. Because he trusts them.

Darling would be sitting next to Ghost, without saying a single word while he's cleaning his guns in similar silence. The only sound that could be heard is their breathing and Ghost's hands working on cleaning his weapons. But then darling did break their silence once, they don't know what urged them to open their mouth and speak, but they did.

"Thank you for being my friend."

Ghost's hands froze, and he just kept staring down at his guns when he lifted his head and looked to the side at the sergeant sitting next to him.

"Sergeant, are you suicidal?"

Darling was slightly taken back by the bold question. But that was Ghost for you. Asking direct questions when it mattered. Darling didn't take offense to his question but simply shook their head, "Negative, sir."

Ghost kept staring at them silently and reached out for their hand, gripping it and squeezing it in his gloved hands. Darling smiled a bit and didn't say anything after that, nor did Ghost.

Darling doesn't know if their words freaked their lieutenant out or not, but he did mention their very short conversation to their captain, John Price.

"Sergeant, I need you in my office, now."

Darling was a bit confused, raking their mind over any mistakes they did, or said anything wrong to anybody. And were even more confused when they couldn't think of anything they've done.

"You're not in trouble." John said as soon as they entered his office and sank down on the chair in front of his desk. Darling fidgeted with their fingers, unable to just sit still under Price's gaze.

John Price was the only man on base that Darling disliked interacting with during their episodes while simultaneously yearning for his attention and approval. His eyes could see everything, he knew everything.

They didn't like to be weak in front of Price. They don't like how easy it is for him to see and understand them. Even if it is one of the most relieving feelings in the world. It was scary. To face a man who could read you and so easily pin your vulnerabilities.

"Lieutenant Ghost told me what you said earlier today. He's worried about you and wanted me to check on you." Price said, arms crossed and leaning against his desk, staring down at them with a steady gaze.

He went straight to the point, no wasting time or breath.

Darling opened and immediately closed their mouth, unable to form a sentence or pick what to say, their mind was reeling and they had the urge to just spill everything to the man.

He does that to them, makes them want to lay out everything they are and stand naked in front of him and let him see every scar, every mole, every dip, every swell and every pore.

"Talk to me, honey." He said, so gently when he kneeled next to them, that it choked up Darling's throat.

Their eyes immediately blurred with tears, their breathing picking up and now heaving, struggling to breath.

"Breathe, aye?" Price said.

And it was as simple as that. Breathing. Breathing for their captain.

He wanted them to breathe? They will, with no question.

They're not sure if it's just his rank that makes them more obedient, more willing to obey and trust blindly. But they're too afraid to think too much about it. They're afraid they'll find a hidden layer under it.

"I- I feel useless. I feel lost and confused. I feel sick in my heart. I'm not happy, and I don't know why. And I want to be happy, to not feel like I'm not myself anymore. I want to feel good. I want to be good."

And just like that they spilled like an overflowing glass of milk.

Price's gaze softened even more, and he placed a big rough warm hand on their thigh, "Darling," He said and their heart jumped in their chest.

"With all due respect, you're not useless. If you were, I'm scared to think of what that would make us." He said, voice all deep and warm.

Darling cracked a small smile, looking at him with their hands on their lap and staring at him with big eyes, shiny and begging for praise and reassurance.

"You're more than enough, love. It's alright to feel like shite, but what's not alright is you keeping your hurt to yourself and making yourself sick with it. Talk to me, talk to us, you're safe. You're safe and good. You're so good."

A tear spilled down their cheek, staring at Price with their heart beating faster than a horse in their chest, their body heating up and feeling all warm and fuzzy and so loved they could suffocate with it.

"Come here." Price said before dragging his sergeant by the arms to engulf them in a big warm hug. His scratchy beard was pressed against their temple. But they didn't mind. Their captain smelled like cologne, mint and tobacco, but they didn't mind either. His grip on their body was tight, but they also didn't mind. Because their captain was good, solid, a constant force, safe and warm and understanding.

And that heavy stone that lodged in their chest was finally lifted and they could breathe again. They know this won't somehow heal them. To think so would be foolish and a joke. But this felt good nonetheless.

Their captain knows they will have their episodes, maybe not as often, maybe more often, who knows. But what he does know is that he'll set up a private therapist for them. And he'll make sure to remind Darling that they're part of 141. They're part of them, and they don't have to act as if they're fine, it's okay to be vulnerable, because they'll protect them, keep them safe from bad thoughts just like how they protect them from bloodthirsty enemies and bullets.

#cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #captain john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #ghost angst #soap angst #john price angst #cod mw2 ghost #cod mw2 fanfic #cod mw2 fluff #ghost x gn reader #soap x gn reader #john price x gn reader #bubuslutty writes

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dollfaceksj · 9 months

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YES CONTINUE A POSION PARADISE

YERRRRR lets go

tell me ur thoughts! <3

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #4

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it’s jimin’s party today

[a/n: i been obsessed w this outfit so i imagine reader wearing sth like this cause its so cute idc if u dont like it]

you go there by foot bc it’s not that far, like a 10 min walk

your feet in these heels are killing you but it doesn’t matter when you look that good

once you arrive, jimin pulls you in for a hug, thanking you for coming

ur not THATTT close w jimin, ur closer w joon and tae

but ur still on friendly terms w jimin

at least way friendlier than jk

its not awkward between u and jimin and u often talk abt ur love for cats and pop culture

unlike u and jk. u can count the amount of convos u’ve had with that loser on one hand and half of those were this month

jimin leads you to taehyung and unfortunately

jungkook is sitting

right beside tae

jk’s wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. his hair is wavy and there are silver rings decorating his pretty fingers

you haven’t seen them since that evening at tae’s and it’s been 3 days since

tae texted u a couple times but ur replies were pretty short to him

and u feel kinda bad

cause its not taes fault??

but ur stubborn. and stupid

tae hands jungkook his solo cup and jumps up from the couch, lunging straight at you

he hugs you tightly, swaying with you from left to right

“i’m glad you made it! all these people are boring,” taehyung says into your ear, squeezing your frame

you chuckle and pull away, hitting his shoulder

he holds you back by your shoulders. “you look good. you came to break hearts.” he nudges your hip with his

he’s soooo annoying

but the compliment is rising to your head

your relationship w tae is like a brother or cousin

he’ll only tell you you look good if you actually look good

and he’ll tell you if you look like shit

“come, sit with us,” he says as he makes some extra space on the couch. he takes the seat next to jungkook

thats when you remember that jungkook is here.

you pretend you don’t notice him though

and he seems to be doing the same thing

asshole.

you don’t really feel like drinking tonight so you decline tae’s offer of getting you something to drink

you spend the next twenty minutes listening to tipsy taehyung rambling about his call of duty wins

yawn

you get up and tae instantly tugs on your wrist

“where u going?”

you sigh. “bathroom. i’ll be right back.”

he nods and lets go of your wrist, turning to jungkook to continue his uninteresting conversation

you push your way through the sea of sweaty and smelly bodies

there’s a pair making out in front of the bathroom door so you push past them as well and enter the bathroom

you lock the door and take care of your business

you wash your hands and glance at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup a bit before turning on your heels and unlocking the door

just as you unlock the door, the door swings open

uhh

you did not do that

like u did not open the door it just swung open on its own.

in that split second you think it’s someone who desperately needs to use the bathroom

but your heart drops straight into your ass when you make eyecontact

with

jeon

jung

fucking

kook

THE FUCKKK

you can’t even understand what’s happening

you can barely react

when jungkook

suddenly

and gently

pushes you back into the bathroom by your waist

his hands are respectfully placed but it still sends a shiver up your spine and down all your limbs

haha

wow

😂😂😂😂

jungkooks hands on your waist for a few seconds

who wouldve thought

he walks in and shuts the door behind him

and you know you’re not going crazy but was that… the click

the

door

locking????

did he just? lock the door??

you look up at him, lips parted but not a single word on your tongue for him

he leans against the closed door and shoves his hands into his pockets

you frown at him, confused on why he’s trapping you in the bathroom

“what the hell, dude?” your annoyance is clear in the tone of your voice

cause what the HELL jungkook???

“i couldn’t find any other proper moment to come talk to you,” he says but you can’t bring yourself to believe him when he’s got a shit-eating grin on his lips

you roll your tongue against the inside of your cheek and cross your arms over your chest. “talk?”

what could he possibly want to talk about with you???

“yeah. i said i didn’t like you but i hope you know it was a joke. i’m sorry it didn’t come across that way.”

you drag your eyes slowly down his figure, hoping you look like you’re judging the fuck out of him

but he doesn’t react

the

slightest

“is that all?” you ask as you make eye contact with him again.

he stares at you for a moment longer before pushing himself off the door, closing the distance between you two

you automatically take a step back but your bum is already pressed against the sink, leaving you with nowhere to go

fuck

FUCK

why is he getting closer still

he stops right in front of you, tips of his shoes touching yours

body menacingly looming over yours, making you tilt your chin to look up at him

he stares you down, tongue playing with the double lip rings in the corner of his bottom lip

fuck he’s hot

like fuck. he’s so hot

he says, “tae was right, you know.”

you scrunch your brows together and struggle to find your voice. you compose yourself quickly though

“about?”

he answers right away. “you look real fucking good.”

hahahahahah

hahahahahahahahahahahaha

😂😂😂😂😂😂

right right

😂😂😂😂

so funny.

his voice is so sultry and the way he’s staring you down like he’s enjoying the view. like he wants to devour you whole

it almost makes your knees buckle

GIRL GET IT TOGETHER

he’s literally your junior be serious

you try to stand your ground

no you HAVE to

the fuck you look like being weak in front of this little shit

“thanks. anything else?”

wowww bitchy much?

he stares at you for a moment longer before shaking his head. “nope.”

“good. get out of my way then.” you wave your fingers back and forth to tell him to get lost

he chuckles and steps aside, watching as you push past him and leave him to stare at your retreating ass

you make your way back to where tae was but he’s gone

of course he is

you look around the room, annoyed with all the people dancing and shoving up against you

all of a sudden, a hand on your shoulder makes you slightly jump

you turn and see tae

PHEWWW thought u were gonna get harassed or something

“y/n, you haven’t drank anything yet, right?” he slurs his words and you roll your eyes

this can only mean he wants you to do something

“jungkook wants to go home but he has a speaker jimin really wants. do you mind walking home with him and bringing the speaker back with you?”

what

literally what😭

“please?” he says as soon as he sees the doubt on your face

you sigh, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. “i can’t believe you’re asking me to do that.”

he frowns. “what? i’ve asked you to come to my place at night too.”

“i’m not talking about walking at night, i’m talking about making me go with jungkook.”

“he hasn’t apologized yet?”

huh

how’d he know jk was going to apologize?

“how do you know he wanted to apologize?”

“because it’s jungkook.” he rubs his nose and looks around before looking back at you. “have you ever seen him at a party before? he came to this party just to apologize to you cause he knew you’d come and he wouldn’t have another opportunity. that’s why he’s already leaving despite only having been here for like half an hour.”

you don’t know if that’s just tae being drunk or if he’s actually telling you the truth

bc why

why is that

sweet?

were you being dramatic? 😭😭

for being mean to him??

over something so silly

u kinda were lowkey babes.

you sigh softly.

“alright.”

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eyelessfaces · 4 months

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Hi! Could I request “when others can tell you're in love (or really care abt one another) just from the way you stare at each other” with Llewyn? I think it’d be really sweet and I know you would write something beautiful for him! Love your work! 🥰

thank you sweetie, hope you like it! <3

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A small laugh escapes your mouth at Sam’s joke; something about Yuri Garagin’s space flight – Llewyn adds to it, and you scoff again, lightly squeezing his hand that is protectively resting over your stomach.

“Shit” he mutters, looking up to the other side of the small apartment living room. “I’ll be right back kitten” Llewyn hastily affirms, quickly leaving a kiss on your cheek as he notices Jim finally free from his conversation.

Your eyes follow him as you reply with a nod and a small smile, watching him join Jim at the open window, where he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and tucks one between his lips as Jim tells him about his latest recording session.

You take a sip of your drink. The ambient sound around you is a bit overwhelming, the laughter and chatter laced with the sound of a Motown record filling Jim and Jean’s small apartment.

You look back at Llewyn for a second, and his gaze catches your own, sending you a sweet smile that you immediately reciprocate before he resumes his conversation.

“Jeez, he got it so bad” Sam mutters, before taking a sip of his beer.

“Hm?” you question after a while, distracted by the way Llewyn laughs at something Jim says.

You turn back to Sam and he finishes his beer, licks his lips before talking again. “The way he looks at you, the way he acts around you, he got it bad.” he elaborates, tilting the neck of his beer towards you, chuckling.

“He got it bad, huh?” you reply, amusement evident in your voice, heat slightly creeping up your cheeks at Sam’s comment as you steal a glance back at Llewyn, focused again on his conversation with Jim.

“Yeah, obviously. I mean, it's like he's got stars in his eyes whenever he looks at you. It's sweet, really.” he nods, looking over at Llewyn too, who’s talking with his hands, cigarette between his fingers. “Never seen him like this.”

You can’t help a stupid smile from growing over your face and a fluttery feeling from filling your stomach, sending an appreciative nod to Sam. You take a sip of your drink, then raise your eyebrows as you remember; “I used to think I could never pull him” you admit later with a laugh.

“Well,” Sam scoffs. “Seems like you were wrong” he chuckles, and Llewyn walks back up to the both of you, stubbing out his cigarette in the nearest ashtray.

He approaches, and slips his hand into yours. “Missed me?” Llewyn asks, a playful glint in his eyes. “What were you talking about?”

“Always” you joke, a teasing smile over your face as you squeeze his hand. “And uh, nothing important” you wave off, chuckling.

Sam clears his throat lightly, a playful scolding look over his face. “Alright, we were just discussing your undeniable charm and the way you look at me like I hung the moon or something,” you add, teasingly.

“Hah” he scoffs, nodding, giving you a disbelieving look. “You can’t blame me” he smiles, his hand shifting away from your own to wrap around your shoulders. You lean into his embrace, your head resting against his chest as he leaves a quick kiss at the top of your head.

“Disgusting” Sam teases, rolling his eyes in mock desperation, earning a laugh from both you and Llewyn. “I'll go grab another drink, behave”

Sam leaves, allowing you to turn to Llewyn and cup his face to leave a kiss on his cheek. His fingers gently grasp your chin as he presses his lips against yours, and as he pulls apart and looks at you with a smitten expression, his eyes convey everything you need to know.

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genderqueerdykes · 3 months

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opinion on twinks ? i feel like they are ONLY used to joke abt and then throw under the bus and it makes me extremely upset as someone who identifies as one . i feel like im the only one who cares

opinion on twinks: wonderful, radiant, a gift to our society, desired, loved, needed, appreciated

i agree with you, actually- i used to be friends with some transfeminine people who genuinely thought it was funny to say they were "twinkphobic" and meant it- they genuinely would go on and on about how they hated twinks because i guess? people would confuse them for twinks, which is not the twinks' faults, but rather transmisogynistic society's fault. i don't get the hatred, i really don't, and even as a bear i felt so uncomfortable around these women when they'd go on these rants, as a gay man. i'm transfeminine, but the gay community is my community, and i'm not okay with people throwing any gays under the bus, for any reason.

there's nothing wrong with being a thin effeminate queer person, people really just love to show they asses especially when it comes to straight up being homophobic. people will love to clamor and say they love gay men but then instantly throw twinks under the bus and then go on to say that bears are gross and hunks aren't gay. people love to be homophobic and pretend like they arent; like gays can't win, even among other queers, people find ways to bully and mock us, make us feel bad for expressing ourselves and berate gays for how they choose to dress, look and act. it's not cute, it's not funny, it's literal homophobia.

also every person who gives thin and/or pre-T transmascs & trans men shit for being twinks deserves to get smacked at least 150 times. if you are claiming that you dislike twinks because of transmascs, i need you to think long and hard about why the hell you're so transandrophobic and how you can afford to take a long walk far, far away from queer spaces until you sort that shit out. there are just as many if not more cis twinks than transmasc twinks, knock that shit right the hell off, also don't call trans men twinks in order to emasculate them, because it's not even an insult in the first place.

most thin people don't choose to be thin, why the hell are we body shaming people? even if someone is choosing to be thin, oh well? that's how they want their body to look? they may also be struggling with an ED, which deserves compassion? or maybe feel guilty about their body in a fatphobic society, which also deservse compassion? oh you hate men/mascs/people who meticulously groom and care about their presentation? that's literally what cishet men rag on gays for. can we talk about this?

i've heard some people say they hate twinks because twinks are the "socially acceptable gays"- that's not even true, what the hell does that even mean? cishet society still hates twinks, just because occasionally an effeminate skinny white cis gay man becomes successful doesn't mean that twinks are accepted by cishet society- they're not. it's not okay to bully and abuse twinks just because they have a marginally smaller chance of being hate crimed

so basically what i'm saying is this shit makes me angry and i'm with you, i care, and i don't think it's funny to throw any type of queer under the bus, it's literally just punching down on other queers and it's not helping. great to know some people still have internalized queerphobias and have zero intention of getting past them, but that's not where i'm at. i'm not here for creating hostile and violent spaces

#asks #answers #gay #twink

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fushitism · 28 days

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the chemistry in my brain is altered in unspeakable ways whenever i think about Sans.

JUST WHO EXACTLY IS THIS GUY

its so easy, almost too easy, not to take him seriously and its exactly why his character can often be, well, i wouldn't say overlooked, this guy's pretty popular, but his traits tend to be.... diluted?? simplified??? for lack of better words..?

like yeah, he likes ketchup. yeah, he's laid-back n "lazy". yeah, he's a punny guy. yeah, he goes above n beyond for his brother's happiness... but what else?

do we even know much about papyrus? that guy's whole deal deserves a whole separate post!

CAN WE PLEEAAASE RECALL HOW THIS PIECE OF LORE WAS CASUALLY (in true toby fox fashion) SENT TO OUR EMAILS ?? NEVER TO BE ELABORATED UPON EVER AGAIN

why'd sans have to pull a sock incident on us at a time like this </3

PAPYRUS DID NOT MEAN IT SO LITERALLY AND YOU KNOW THAT, SANS, YOU JUST WANTED TO BE A LITTLE SHIT!!!!!!

their life before snowdin.. oh what i'd give to hear all about it...

this got me thinking, though.

we know sans likely has an affinity for quantum physics, temporal complexities and astronomy (though the latter is irrelevant to the point i'll be making)

he can teleport for God's sake why are we so unfazed by that

aaaanywho,

so like his Workshop. the one with the broken machine, yeah. look at what toby's once said abt it

why would they (who i assume r alphys + sans ?) try so hard to fix it? it's not like its the CORE (the machine said to be the source of all power 4 the undergound)

what's so important about this rusty, clanky pile of scrap metal?

....

haha lol, remember this?

remember this (x2)?

there's an abstract them here, and its clear he's not talking abt papyrus, frisk or even the player if we were to try n reach so hard.

could it be he is refereing to those in the picture with him?

if so, they must really mean a lot to him

so let's get this straight:

- we know the skelebros were NEW additions to snowdin

- we know they had an OLD life, the picture at the workshop further proving sans also had a social circle, one beyond frisk's recognition which totally strikes me as odd, given this child has been ambushed by almost all monsters at that point

- sans knows about timelines. sans messes with time and space. it's heavily hinted sans has worked in quantum physics (the book[s] found at his place) and he apparently also has some abandoned, broken machine in his workshop (one of which he's presumably tinkered with)

- as a lost soul (but also in geno), sans demonstrates his intense defeatism and resignation saying this like,

.... is sans trying to go back somewhere? do the skelebros come from a different world? a grassy place? r the residents of said place related to the picture in any way? does sans miss them? were they family? friends? lovers?! whoooooooo!1!!1 when!!! where!!!!! what is going on, toby!!!! PLEASEHWHWUE

[inhale]

but you know what, this is fine. pssssh, we don't need any of these answered, haha! no waaay! because while the UT fandom's in up in flames about such matters, toby's probably out there drawing yet another sans x reigen art piece to dish out when we least expect it (please let it be on my biryhday please let it be on my birthd)

#undertale #toby fox #sans undertale #undertale sans #papyrus #papyrus undertale #undertale papyrus #im going crazy

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brrooke-s · 11 months

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Headcanons

Mattheo Riddle♡︎Fluff♡︎Harry Potter

Its currently 12:36am and im laying on our couch with my cat because i think theres a bat in my room trying to kill me so heres some Dating Mattheo Riddle headcanons🙌 also this is just what i think it would be like dont come at me

Dating Mattheo Riddle

Hes definetly overprotective as h3ll

lets say ur at a slytherin common room party and this little rat keeps bothering you and asking if he can get u a drink and just not leaving u alone

he will beat the shit out of them

you guys have had pillow fights on multiple occasions all of them ending with him letting you win

for all my size kink girlys (i can relate🫠) a solid height difference

like not like Tara and Jake difference but more like a 6’ to 5’

you practically live in his dorm

he has his own dorm room because daddy bought him one (but under a fake name and identity because nobody can know daddy voldemorts back)

all ur things r in there and he often complains (In a joking way) about how your clothes take up most of his closet space

THE👏AMOUNT👏OF👏CUDDLES👏YOU👏WILL👏BE👏ENGAGING👏IN👏

his love language is touch so get ready for nightly cuddles

ypu guys do face masks together every friday and he lets u paint his nails and do his hair and its just the whole spa experience🙌

why can i see him after you like paint his nails him trying to imitate a girl voice and saying somt like “wheres my lipgloss”💀

and if somebody comments abt it he will OWN it

he’ll say stuff like “Yea Y/N did them arnt they so great” or if they insult them he’ll say “man im sorry your girlfri- oh right you dont have one do you”

im getting to into the nails but this needs to be said 😭💅

Daddy voldemort compliments them and hes jealous because his nails be looking crustier then the krusty krab dumpster

k going away from the nails you guys have ✨Trama bondssss✨ u can choose those urself tho

u guys stay up late talking abt the most random shit ever

DATESSSSSSSS

i feel liek hed take u on the cutest lil dates ever

like you walk through the forbidden forest during sunrise or you go stargazing🥹

you’ve definitely been to his house over the summer and hes been to yours and daddy voldemort actaully really likes you because ur a pureblood

u guys slip notes to eachother during class and hes usually the one to start it

u guys arnt just dating u guys r like best friends

ur both in the iconic slytherin gang so youve always been friends but after you guys started spending more time together you escalated to ✨BeSt FrIeNdS✨

he also knows when your about to have an anxiety attack

Girl he can READ ur body signals and he knows what u start doing when ur anxious and when he notices ur abt to have and attack he might pur his hand on ut knee or move his leg a little closer to urs to get ur attention

hell try to distract u from whats making u anxious and tll u everythings gunna be ok

overall he is bf material so if u evr get the chance jump on it

#headcanon #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle

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wendytestabrat · 2 months

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why therapy has been helping cartman

i think a big contributing factor to why cartman has been getting better in the new episodes is bc he’s been seeing a therapist (which i loveee bc it shows he’s capable of changing and actually wants to get better). i remember i talked abt this shit in “buddha box” how i felt like the therapist cartman was seeing for his ‘anxiety’ (even tho he may not have been the best therapist bc he clearly misdiagnosed cartman LOL) was part of the reason why he’s been acting better in the new seasons. but i love how in the panderverse special cartman was shown to be seeing a completely different therapist this time which shows how committed he is to this shit at this point (and i feel like that detail was added in the show on purpose to make that point, and maybe that therapist will become a recurring character in the future for cartman episodes) like it was easy to dismiss the thing with the previous therapist as just him being used for a funny plot point in that episode abt anxiety rather than a real character development change for cartman, but NOPE i was right as usual bc he’s still seeing a therapist now to talk abt pretty much everything in his life at this point. i feel like there’s a lot of debate out there on whether or not therapy even works for narcissists/sociopaths bc in a lot of cases the ones who don’t wanna change will just end up using the therapy for their own entertainment and manipulate the therapist like they do with everyone in their life LOL but i feel like therapy can actually be rlly effective for narcissists (that is if they’re willing to genuinely seek the help and wanna change which some narcissists do while others don’t) bc as i’ve talked abt before narcissism rlly just comes down to someone who has this deep childhood wound where they were never loved so now they constantly crave validation and attention out of their insecurity. the symptoms of narcissism can actually look pretty similar to more mild conditions like anxiety or depression which is why it gets misdiagnosed as one of those things A LOT (which was the case for cartman in “buddha box” lmaoooo) and bc therapists are more afraid to diagnose narcissism bc of how stigmatized it is and how there’s the misbelief that all narcissists are just evil monsters (when in reality a lot of them come across pretty normal on the outside and blend in well LOL) bc what narcissism and anxiety/depression have in common is they both make you rlly insecure abt yourself and doubt yourself a lot. and narcissists only seek therapy when shit has gone wrong in their lives so ofc them venting abt how frustrated they are with everyone end everything can just look like anxiety/depression to therapists lol. so i feel like narcissism pretty much needs to be treated the same way in therapy as anxiety/depression with the same CBT (which stands for cognitive behavioral therapy if you’re not a psychology dork like me) shit. bc narcissists feel like they need someone to sit down and talk to to have their feelings heard and validated just as much (if not MORE) than those with anxiety/depression since no one gave that to them as a kid. so that’s why i feel like therapy has been rlly beneficial for cartman bc it’s prob been nice for him to have someone he can genuinely talk to who cares about him bc we all know no one else aint doing that for him (and liane is neglectful af and never actually listens to cartman for real) like yeah even if some of the things cartman is talking abt with his therapist sounds delusional and crazy af lol (which is usually how it goes with narcissists in therapy) they still are just as deserving of that non-judgmental space to be listened to like someone suffering from any other condition.

#south park #cartman #eric cartman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

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kitseldust · 2 months

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Wings and Dust

OKAY so this is the first completed snzfic i've ever written. The guys in the story - my oc's - are called Niko and Nessie (i will post them more) and i cant stop thinking abt them at all like. im obsessed

NSFW STORY BTW. LIKE PENISES INVOLVED

TW: MENTIONS OF SA BUT IT DOESNT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

MINORS FUCK OFF

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“Here darl, I’ll buy you another drink” The man winked, moving away from the table to approach the bar. Nessie stretched out, a smile on his face. He loved when people bought him drinks: a perfect way for fans to show their appreciation. He watched as the guy slowly walked back with their drinks when he felt someone grab his arm. He looked around suddenly to see none other than Niko signalling for him to move. Nessie complied.

“Niko, what the fuck? I was scoring a free drink!”

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch.” Niko said, dragging Nessie down a back corridor. Nessie noticed his wings were pressed flat against his head, something Nessie had learned to be an indicator of anxiety. Something was wrong.

“What does that even mean?” Nessie asked, pulling his hand free from Niko’s grip.

“That guy you were talking to. He put something in your drink.” Niko explained, grabbing Nessie’s shoulders and turning the white-haired man to look at him.

“Like what?” Nessie questioned as Niko removed his hands and kept walking. Nessie ran a bit to catch up. “A flavour enhancer? I don’t get it.”

“I admire how even though you’ve been through the worst, you can keep some sense on naivety. He put a drug in your drink.”

“Aren’t drugs meant to be fun?”

“Not this one, Ness. This type of drug makes you fall asleep. With your sleeping body he probably would’ve tried to rape you.”

“WHAT!?” Nessie shouted loud enough for Niko to flinch.

“The world out here isn’t sunshine and rainbows, Ness.”

“Wait…so that’s why Navia asks me to watch her drink? You’re telling me this is common?”

“Sadly so. We need to leave so he doesn’t find yo-“ Niko began, when he was interrupted by a loud shout.

“NESSIE! Where are you? I got your drink!”

Niko clapped a hand to his mouth, pulling Nessie through the nearest doorway into an old janitor’s closet.

“Shit. This is not good. I thought he’d just leave it.” Niko whispered as he attempted to make himself comfortable in the cramped space. He sat himself down on what he assumed was a bucket, brushing a layer of dust off of it before moving Nessie onto his lap so they could both sit. The space was so small that even though both men were facing each other, both of their backs could hit the wall. Nessie clung onto Niko, who was listening for any more noise. Nessie’s nose twitched, trying to ignore the itch that had begun to prickle.

“Ugh, that slut!” An agitated voice growled, scarily close to their closet. Niko heard the sound of smashing glass-he presumed the guy had thrown it against the wall. “Did you see him anywhere?” The voice continued, aimed at someone else who had entered the corridor.

“I’m sure I saw your white boy run off with someone else.”

“And where did they go!?”

“Down here somewhere…” The other voice replied. Nessie registered they were still talking about something or other, but the itch in his nose was beginning to become unbearable.

“Fuck…” He murmured into Niko’s ear, curling his head into his roommate’s shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Niko whispered quietly.

“hh.. It’s so… hih… so dusty in hhere…” Nessie explained, unable to control the hitching of his breath.

“Shit shit shit…” Nessie heard Niko breathe. “They’re literally right outside the door.”

“I fuhhh.hih..fucking know!” Nessie whisper-shouted.

“Can you hold it back?” Niko asked, moving his hand to grip Nessie’s hair.

“I don’t know…”

Niko sighed. "Just try, okay?" He felt Nessie nod his head against his shoulder.

And then he felt Nessie's head bob. Once, twice, 3 times...

"ngt! h'ngt! kt!"

He curled his hand into him even harder, pushing the white-haired man further into his shoulder. Fuck. He knew that once Nessie started, he wouldn't be able to stop. This was not good.

Nessie removed his head from Niko's shoulder and looked up at the winged man. "Sorry..." He whispered.

"Don't worry. I know you can't help it." Niko breathed. He hoped Nessie wouldn't notice the growing bulge in his pants. He felt Nessie smile (granted, he couldn't see anything, but it was an educated guess) as he guided the younger man's head back onto his shoulder, stroking his hair as he heard Nessie trying to regulate his breathing. Probably trying to stave off another sneezing fit. Niko heard scuffling behind the door, footsteps getting eerily close to the closet.

“Well, your lead was a dead end, huh?” The voice from earlier jeered, leaning against the closet door with a thump!

“I could’ve sworn they went this way!” The other voice repeated. Niko felt Nessie’s breath hitch again. No, not now. Anytime but now.

“Nhhh… Niko I’m.. heh.. hih… I’m gonna snehheeze again… Whhh.. What do I do?” Nessie hitched against his neck. Niko’s breath caught in his throat, both at the adrenaline of avoiding those fucking creeps and also by the intimate position he and Nessie were in. He felt Nessie’s hands grab onto his back as the white-haired man tried to press up against Niko as hard as he could: Presumably using the winged man’s body to muffle any noise, but had the effect of pushing against Niko’s growing arousal. He pinched his mouth shut as to not let out a noise of his own as he felt Nessie’s breath on his neck. This time, the stifling was less successful, and Niko couldn’t help but freeze up, a hand over his mouth.

“ ngt-kt! H’AKch! K’Shu! Heh..hih…HIK’tch-chh-kSHu! Heh’ikShU! Hek’tchu! K’shh-h’shu! T’schUu… k’Tch!”

“What was that?” One of the voices asked, removing his back from the door. Niko continued stroking Nessie’s hair, in an attempt to convey everything was alright.

“What was what?” The other voice asked.

“There was a noise…”

“Tinnitus? Or did the demons get you again, Joseph?”

“I’m going to kill you.” Growled the first voice — who was now identified as belonging to a Joseph. The guy who tried spiking Nessie.

“Ha! You wish! Should we just cut our losses and go home? Maybe get a pretty girl to join us tonight?”

Niko felt the door vibrate as if someone had just kicked it. Nessie shifted uncomfortably against him, only putting more pressure on the thing Niko was trying so hard to hide.

“I’m determined to get that one. Did you see him? Prime real estate!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. We won’t be able to find him by just standing around, Joe.” The other voice muttered.

“You’re right. Let’s go. Maybe he’s dancing?”

“Sure”

Niko waited with bated breath until the footsteps faded out until he spoke.

“Nessie, we’re clear.” He mumbled. The white haired man inhaled a large hitching breath before all Niko could feel was Nessie sneezing onto his neck.

“H’eshu! H’kssh-kshh-tschu! Hih-tchu! K’chih! h’KTchu! hK’SHU-t’Schu! Hh… Hek’chht! tSSCh-K’chu!”

Niko sat there, open-mouthed, feeling every expulsion of air, every drop of saliva that managed to escape Nessie’s mouth. His hips bucked up involuntarily seeking further friction. Niko gasped as Nessie moved his face from his shoulder.

“Niko… are you… fhhuck!” Nessie began, making Niko flush red.

“Hehh..! hK’SHU! tSSCh-K’chu!Hih-tchu! Hek’tchu! K’shh-h’shu! hK’SHiu-t’tcchu! tshuu! Hk’tchh! Ak’ptsch! P’kshh-tshh-chht!”

This time, Nessie tilted his head down to sneeze freely onto his shirt, unable to move his head to the side or cover in time. Niko could barely help himself as he began stroking Nessie’s face.

“Jesus fuck, Ness…” Niko mumbled, more to himself than Nessie.

“I can feel you poking me.” Nessie sniffed, moving his hand to rub at his poor nose. Niko sighed.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Nessie assured him, bringing his face closer to Niko’s to bring him in for a kiss. Niko let out a small noise of surprise before returning the favour, clashing his lips against Nessie’s.

“Did the locked-in-a-closet scenario turn you on that much?” Nessie breathed, sniffing again.

“Well…” Niko started. His eyes had adjusted enough to the dark to see Nessie’s nose had begun to twitch again. The younger man had his face tilted to the ceiling as he hitched once, twice, then nothing. Nessie let out a frustrated groan as he rubbed his nose again.

“Stuck?” Niko asked. Nessie nodded, breathing heavily. Niko moved his hands to stroke Nessie’s cheek. “I have an idea.” He continued.

“Phh..please…” Nessie stuttered through hitching breaths. Niko tilted his head to the side, spreading his wings just enough to run against Nessie’s face.

“Ihh.. It’s nohht working,” Nessie mumbled. “Juhhst use one feather, mehh… hih… maybe?”

Niko hummed in appreciation, moving his hand to find a loose feather he could pluck. He yanked on one, quickly followed by a sneeze of his own: something that would inevitably happen every time he plucked a feather.

“Akk’TSCHIU! H’AKSHU! Ha, look, now I’m sneezing too.” he chuckled. He moved the feather closer to Nessie’s face, moving it against the underside of his nose.

“Fhh..fuck, Niko…” Nessie hitched helplessly. Niko then moved the feather into one of Nessie’s nostrils, swirling it around the spluttering man’s nose until Nessie practically pushed him off.

“hh.. hih… hih’hih’EKK’tshiew! tSSCh-K’chu! H’kssh-kshh-p’schh! P’chtt! T’KsHIEW! h’KTchu! hK’SHU-t’Schu! K’chih! Ptch’KSHU! Chht-ktchuu! Ts’chiuu!”

Nessie gripped onto Niko’s shoulders, sniffling and trying to catch his breath as Niko grabbed his face and pulled him into another hungry kiss.

“Fuck, you’re just so hot…” He murmured. Nessie’s head snapped back as he looked at Niko, eyes wide.

“Ohhh…” Nessie sighed.

“What?” The winged man asked.

“You’re horny for my sneezing…” Nessie continued, a large grin spreading across his face. Niko looked down awkwardly, just for Nessie to grab his chin and force him to look back up. “Don’t worry. I like it.” He said, capturing Niko’s lips in another desperate kiss. His tongue was exploring Niko’s mouth, and he rutted forwards to apply friction to their blatant arousal. When Nessie started to hitch again, he flashed another toothy grin at Niko, who looked at his roommate, transfixed. He was allowed to look. He saw Nessie’s chest rise and fall, still grinding his hips against Niko’s. He saw his eyes start to turn bleary. It was too dark to pinpoint exact expressions, but he could just imagine the tears welling in Nessie’s eyes, the way his mouth dropped slightly open…

“Hih..hh.h’KTchu! hK’SHU! Hek’tchu! K’shh-h’shu! EKK’tshiew! tshuu! Hk’tchh! Shit…”

Niko let out a small moan, bringing Nessie’s lips to meet his again. His arms trailing down Nessie’s clothes, desperately grabbing onto whatever was there. Once he reached Nessie’s waistband, he paused, waiting for confirmation. Nessie gasped a small “Please…” and that was all Niko needed to free the white-haired man’s cock. It was already hard, leaking precum. Niko thumbed the head and Nessie moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss to move his hand up and spit on it, bringing it back down to stroke Nessie. Nessie decided to return the favour, enthusiastically plunging his hand down into Niko’s pants. Niko let out a yelp of surprise as his dick hit the cool air, and Nessie let out a small giggle in return. At first, Niko kept a steady pace while stroking Nessie’s cock, making sure to relish the shudders and noises Nessie made. Every breath Nessie took could’ve been a hitch of breath or a moan of pleasure, and although Niko couldn’t tell which, it only made him more aroused. Nessie’s hand was surprisingly soft as it glided over his own dick, trying to match the rhythm Niko had set. It felt exhilarating. He was becoming more and more undone with every movement of Nessie’s hand, unable to control the small noises leaving his mouth while also focusing on keeping a hand on Nessie’s cock at the same time. This man was unravelling him, waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he felt Nessie’s lips on his again, moving against each other as if they were made to be connected. Tongues exploring mouths, slick sounds and pants filling the air. And then, without warning, Nessie broke the kiss with a small

“H’IKKshu! Chh’Hih’SHU!”

They were so sudden that Nessie couldn’t move his head in time, sneezing all over Niko. And that was all it took for the winged man to spill out over Nessie’s hand with a sharp cry, desperately trying to keep pumping Nessie’s cock as he rode his high. Nessie stroked him through, murmuring presumably words of encouragement. It was hardly a minute later that Nessie himself came; head buried in Niko’s shoulder again.

“Holy shit.” Niko gasped.

“Holy shit indeed. I never expected you to be this deranged.” Nessie added on, rubbing his nose.

“Thanks Nessie. Really helping my self-esteem here.”

Nessie laughed, trying to shove his pants back on while avoiding the wet spots. Niko felt himself go red.

“You can uh… Tie my jacket around your waist too. We need to go home and clean up.” Niko mumbled, stroking Nessie’s hair.

“Yeah. That we do.” The white-haired man laughed, enveloping Niko’s lips with his own again. “I can’t wait to get out of this dusty ass closet.” Niko pretended he didn’t notice how red Nessie’s nose had gotten once they opened the door, or the way Nessie was still diligently rubbing it with the same hand that had just stroked him to completion.

#snz #sneeze kink #snzblr #snzfucker #snz fic #snz ocs #snz oc #snz kink #genshin snzpact

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grandadtwelve · 2 years

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how I think different pairings of nuwho companions would get on:

(not including characters who have already met in tv show canon)

engaged to be married:

jack + river: i mean come on. they’re obsessed w each other, they go shopping together, they commit crimes together, and they torment the doctor together

jack + clara: specifically jack and immortal!clara from post-s10. they’re not in like a committed romantic relationship, they just have an intensely romantic friendship, a lot of sex, got drunk married in space vegas, and then just never got a divorce

best friends, literally inseparable:

rose + donna: I KNOW donna would have rose in tears w laughter 24/7. they’d have so much fun and talk so much shit together and the doctor would never know peace again and okay: HEAR ME OUT. If rose fell in love w metacrisis!ten…. I think she also would’ve fallen in love w metacrisis!donna. That’s all

rose + bill: rose at 19 and bill at 19 would be besties, but bill would have a MASSIVE crush on s4 rose <3 they have a lot in common and rose finds bills awkwardness and sense of humor enormously endearing

jack + amy: oh god…. rip rory you will never recover from this

martha + rory: doctor friends!!! logic oriented people who are more aware of the damage the doctor is capable of than some of his other companions!! they get along great in literally every situation you could put them in

martha + clara: i don’t know why but I think they’d be kind of perfect? really good teamwork but also they’d just genuinely enjoy each other’s company. martha knows how to tell clara to chill out w out getting her mad and clara tells martha she can do better any times she mentions ten or mickey

martha + bill: pure vibes. they have a very similar response of bafflement to the doctors bullshit and I just think they would have a great time

river + clara: okay. personally i think mel and clara had a toxic homoerotic whirlwind friendship that ended in disaster and heartbreak and probably some jail time. post-s10 clara and river don’t exactly pick up where they left off but they definitely still adore each other and have a wonderful “human who has been made immortal/given an augmented lifespan by means of gallifreyan technology” trio with jack

river + bill: river is bills adoptive mother/grandmother. end of story. river adores her, is so proud of her, spoils her at every oportunity, and bill thinks she’s the coolest person she’s ever met and can’t believe she’s married to the doctor

casual friendship:

rose + martha: they’re friends! but they come from very different backgrounds and i don’t think they’d actually have much in common

rose + amy: again, they’d be friends but just wouldn’t end up hanging out much! they ALWAYS back each other up in arguments though

rose + rory: I think they’d both find each other really sweet! don’t really have any other thoughts abt them

jack + rory: jack flirts w him, rory pretends to be annoyed but it actually genuinely flattered

jack + bill: bill is entertained by him and they have some wlw/mlm solidarity moments but eh, they never get super close

donna + amy: would rly rly rly enjoy making fun of the doctor together. that’s it

donna + clara: clara would just sit back and watch donna tear into every villain/threat/etc they came across and find it extremely entertaining

donna + bill: they have not stopped laughing since they met

rory + clara: they’re both calmed by each other’s presence in the face of danger! rory knows clara has a plan, clara knows there’s someone around who’s better at making sure no one’s hurt or left behind

respect/functional but not close:

martha + river: they’d work well together if they needed to but they literally could not have less in common

donna + rory: eh! again, not much in common. very different energies

amy + clara: idk why but these two just don’t work well for me in my head? they don’t dislike each other but it’s just kinda like. Yeah ok

indifference:

martha + amy: I think martha would be a little irritated w amy’s lack of planning amidst crisis but otherwise they’d be like. Okay

outright dislike:

rose + clara: idk where to put these two cause: clara would drive s1 rose out of her mind w her control issues, rose with her possessiveness over the doctor, clara would get patronizing and rose would get immature. however s10 clara and s4 rose would be an INCREDIBLE team and it wouldn’t matter how they felt abt each other, they’d solve any and every problem you threw at them

donna + missy: the only reason no one’s dying is because missy finds her entertaining. the verbal sparring would be legendary but donna is way too moral and way too protective over the doctor to not absolutely hate missy

amy + missy: amy is used to rivers chaos so she’s not as stressed out by missy as other companions might be but um. Still definitely not a fan.

rory + missy: he wants absolutely nothing to do with her which includes getting close enough to kill or be killed

*mid fight* are we abt to kiss rn?:

rose + river: good god can you imagine? i think rose would immediately go for how she acted w sarah jane and river would be flirty in a ?condescending way? but there’d be an underlying tension that everyone else would be terrified to point out

river + missy: enough said.

someone is getting murdered:

rose + missy: absolutely not

martha + missy: after what simm!master did? it’s on sight sorry

jack + missy: i want them to get along so bad but. same issue as the above unfortunately

#i am open to criticism!#and I was very tempted to put rose and clara in the ‘are we abt to kiss rn’ section #also sorry missy you’re just horrible to everyone all the time. if I was putting canon interactions you’d be in bestie zone with bill ok #dw hc #rose tyler #jack harkness #martha jones #donna noble #amelia pond #rory williams #river song #clara oswald #bill potts #missy #doctor who #mios #long post

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some (pro-)endos try to look inclusive, look harmless. they make work to look harmless in eyes of strangers/newcomers. they do it on purpose. but it's not my main point.

when was a newcomer in osddid community, one of the first things i got to know was "endogenic" systems. and because lack of knowledge abt forming systems n how osddid works, i thought: hmm, sounds reasonable. (there weren't info abt "willowgenic" n "tulpagenic" n other really weird n obviously illogical shit, so that info could really look reasonable for newcomer who don't know much abt these disorders). i was lucky. soon got a good friend who told me actual scientific info abt osddid n why endos are harmful. because before that talk i thought: no matter whether endos real or not, there could be actual traumagenic systems who don't remember their trauma n if we exclude endos, we will exclude them too. and this was the most important argument for me. still had some critical thinking so found the idea of non-traumagenic systems doubtful, but thought: they are harmless, n there can be actual systems who still need support. better if include them, then if exclude someone who need help n resources. but was wrong.

when said: "but if endos really can't exist, there still can be systems who don't remember their trauma or are in denial! they need to be included!"

my friend answered: "if there weren't endos, systems who don't remember their trauma or are in denial wouldn't be misinformed. they would recognize they have trauma and it's real, they just can't remember or underestimate it."

and it's true. they were absolutely right. n i understood that n stopped support endos n their ideas. am really glad now that wasn't active endo supporter/promoter. never spread their ideas, never was in their communities, never talk abt it with anyone except said friend.

because they're harmful. they encourage denial, they promote anti-recovery. later get to know abt more harmful things like cultural appropriation, glorification, actual faking, invalidation of others' traumas to convince them they are actually endos, n so on. but even the first two are enough for them to be harmful.

they are inherently harmful. because the idea of "endogenic" systems hinders recovery. (n have no scientific proofs).

n the worst part? it wasn't tumblr or tiktok or instagram. i found this info in local social media of my country in my native language. where info abt osddid is really rare. where awareness abt these disorders is incredibly low. n endos are already there, spread their misinfo.

so. "endogenic" system is harmful idea by itself. n the community is dangerous because it's large, it spreads misinfo, n they promote themself all over the world.

yeah, as much as I do feel bad for systems that are only confused and in denial calling themselves endogenic, they're harmful. They spread so much misinformation, which only causes more systems to be confused, to feel fake, ect. They also stop recovery, as you mentioned. Some of it has probably given singlets an excuse to pretend to be systems too ((willowgenics for an example)) and not to mention how much they steal from us. Our terms, our spaces, ect.

#anti endo #actually did #did #did system #plural #endos dni #alters #endos fuck off #did osdd #system #endos are harmful

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coexistentialism · 4 months

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did anything in particular help u get over denial bc u don’t know much abt your alters? I feel like a silly to think I could have this disorder bc I’m very clueless

Hmm... Other than my diagnosis and generally teaching myself, I'm not entirely sure.

Note here when I say "you" in this post, I'm not directing this at you, Anon, specifically!

Mostly just a lot of research. Like so much research. Please, PLEASE do research - actual research - if and when you can, even if you have to find audiobooks or find alternative ways to research, as long as you are not solely getting your information from social media! Including me man! Do your own research! I am a human being too and I am capable of being wrong! I would LOVE to share places where I research, how I research, etc. if anyone is interested in a post like that.

Talking to other systems, being in (...good..) system spaces, and learning about other systems' experiences, both different and similar to my own. You can browse blog pages, forum posts, Reddit, Tumblr, read books, watch short films made by people with DID/OSDD, find other YouTubers to watch, etc. I can also share a post about some stuff I recommend, like Forums and Reddit posts and blogs.

Throw out OSDD versus DID. I'm so serious. I think some people who question DID/OSDD have treated questioning it like way too seriously and I kinda just wanna go. Who cares man. If you suspect you have DID or OSDD, who cares, just say you suspect DID or OSDD. You. Don't need to narrow it down to one, I promise you it doesn't matter as much as the internet acts like it does. I think the DID criteria could do with changing and to be less restrictive in order to include a wider variety of presentations and experiences. At the end of the day, when somebody says they're an OSDD system, this means SO many different things for SO many different people. You ask one person with OSDD what that means for them and they might have a totally different answer than someone else with OSDD. I just think people should learn to be okay with saying "I suspect DID/OSDD, I don't know which" more often instead of attempting to figure out which one they have. The reason it's so confusing is because OSDD doesn't have criteria. It doesn't have criteria for you to meet and the internet makes shit up about OSDD, so you get fed misinformation about it and things don't add up and don't make sense because it's misinformation. So just throw this out and learn to be okay with not knowing whether it's DID or OSDD. It's okay. You don't have to narrow it down. Relax NFDKJASKD

Tips:

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ANYTHING THAT YOU READ ABOUT DID/OSDD ONLINE THAT YOU FOUND HELPFUL - SAVE IT SOMEWHERE! I promise you will want to look back at them and read them over and over again several times and each time you do, you will realize things you hadn't before. So often, I've gone back and read research papers that I've read in the past, or books, etc. and found that I understood them much better, that they made me realize a lot more about myself, etc. than the first time I read them. Or the second time, or the third time, etc.

Lots and lots of journaling, even if you think it's useless/pointless, even if you think it's unhelpful, even if you don't understand the point. I did not understand how journaling would help me figure out my alters because I was expecting myself to magically find something written there like the next day with no memory of it, and it. Does not fuckign work that way LMFAO at least not for most people. I was expecting the wrong thing, I was assuming that that was the indicators of switching I was looking for, that I was supposed to communicate to my alters in that way, but I knew that that wasn't an experience I would have, and I obviously didn't experience it, so I didn't understand the point. It soon became clear how wrong I was NFKSDNFJKADNKJDASF

It's okay to be ""cringe."" It's okay to be ""weird."" Let yourself be weird as Hell. Let yourselves be "cringey." It's okay. Be free. NFDJFNKDSA

Allow your experiences to Just Be. You don't have to figure out if that experience was a switch right now, you don't have to figure out if that voice you heard was Truly An Alter right now, I just mean that you don't have to overthink it and you can allow your experiences to simply happen and then analyze them later. It's okay. Even if they are weird, even if they are cringey, even if they're embarrassing. I mean, so long as no-one is harmed, but even in that case, it's okay to put safety measures into place, or find alternatives, find coping skills, or if something harmful has already happened, to attempt to mend it, and analyze things later, etc. Things will come to you as long as you let them, but you won't be able to figure things out if you refuse to allow experiences to simply happen instead of overthinking it, like I used to do where I constantly just felt like "but that's not truly an alter, so-" and just refused to let things Just Happen.

Most importantly: take your time. seriously. this is a process that can - unfortunately - agonizingly take several years. but the pay-off is worth it and when you start to feel that denial lessen, you will look back and feel as if no time as passed (or is that the dissociation NFJDASNFK

I think that's about everything I can think of so far!

#inbox #my posts

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