#and thats just not how i see them at all!

[rawme-price]

Ghost who has a really low sex drive but loves seeing soap have fun, versus reader who would look amazing under soap.

You met simon at the animal shelter, funny enough. He usually comes in to just sit with the dogs and let them climb all over him. You occasionally join him too, when you have the time, eventually becoming pretty close friends.

You learn hes got a husband who paints, a small house a bit outside of town, and quite a few pets of his own. You tell him abt ur life too, in the middle of regaling him with the fact you haven't had a good fuck in forever. Simon doesnt even glance up from where hes petting a goldens face, "y'wanna fuck johnny? You're his type."

You splutter for a good minute before finally asking if hes serious bc there's no way thats not a joke. But simon explains the whole thing, how johnny is insatiable and he doesnt really match that, but he likes to get johnny people to play with every now and then. You tentatively agree, remembering the photo you saw of johnny and knowing there's no way ur hand will satisfy if you dont find out what hes like.

Which leads you to the mactavish house. You expected them to get straight to it but johnny had cooked dinner, insisted on treating you properly beforehand, a really sweet guy. When dinners done simon takes u upstairs while johnny cleans, gets you set up for his husband.

Hes got you face down ass up on the mattress, working a dildo in and out of u, getting u nice and warmed up. When johnny does arrive? God its better than you imagined. He presses his whole weight into u, a hand at your nape and the other running along ur torso. The whole time hes chatting to simon between praises for you, telling his husband what a great find u were, how much he loves him.

All the while i being fucked stupid, used and ruined in the perfect ways. Johnnys got you whining and babbling by the end, fucked out and limp with pleasure. While Johnnys cum is leaking out of u, him and simon share a loving kiss. You wonder if they'll invite you back...

[decayingearf]

his brothers best friend

✗ warnings: none really (sfw), slight use of the n-word (blk readers only), delusional!stack

synopsis: your bestfriends brother likes you and according to him, you like him back. wc: 557

[a/n: ik i said i was gonna release this later this week but im lowk bored sooo]

you’ve known stack and smoke since they were elias and elijah.

you and elijah were inseparable. from grade school til now, still close like white on rice. unfortunately for you, the moore boys were a package deal. you had called smoke to tell him you were gonna stop by. “a’igh, i aint home right now but, stack gon’ be there” he soon revealed.

you didn’t have a problem with stack, no never that. just didn’t feel like hearing any smug or flirty comments. “w’nt no point in putting them pretty clothes on..’m just gon’ take em off” stack would say with a shrug and a smile.

you would always brush off elias’ advances over the years. in high school, you said it was his hormones. that he didn’t really like you and was just a horny teen. but now? he’s fully developed; mentally and physically, and knows exactly what he wants (you).

you end the call and started your car going straight to the house.

once you arrived, you’re met by music and deep voices. plural. you skip going in the house and make a beeline for the backyard to see who you were hearing.

you were ultimately met with elias and his friends sitting around smoking, “oh my bad, i just wanted to let you know i was here” you speak with a smile, one hand on your hip and the other being used as a visor to block the beaming sun.

“oh a’right, you aint gon’ give me a hug?” he asked with a teasing smile and open arms. you rolled your eyes walking past him and into the house, through the backdoor. although it was a short walk, you felt like a deer in front of a bunch of tigers, everyone eyeing you up and down. their gazes; hungry.

once in the house you laid on the couch for literally five minutes before stack came in the house. “im finna walk them out real quick, you good?” he asked in a irritated tone. “yeah im okay..are you?” you replied nodding towards him as he shrugged it off with a nod.

he soon came back in and walked to the kitchen grabbing a beer. “what’s up?” was all that came out of your mouth, seeing as how you knew he was mad. “them niggas disrespectful”.

“what happened? they say something out the way?” you questioned sitting up to look over at the kitchen only to see he was walking towards you. “yeah they talkin’ ‘bout—‘she bad as hell’” he answered before kissing his teeth.

thats what you’re mad about?

“oh—boy, you funny, they was complimentin’ me” you laughed as he sat next to you. “nah baby, they was pissin’ me off is what they was doin’” before cracking his beer open, “i told them niggas you was my girl and they st-“ “hold on hold on, what? you told them i was your girlfriend? stack, i aint with you” you corrected with a scoff and a look of disbelief.

“you aint with who?” he snorted “you with me..i’ont even know why you would say that” elias finished with a shake of his head and a laugh.

before you could respond, smoke walked in nodding towards yall, “yall look like a couple all cuddled up” he stated unknowing of the previous events.

god were they delusional.

[kokii-omii]

"Your Highness..."

(book 7 Lucien + diafam)

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Diasomnia dorm - Lounge

Lucien: .......

Maddex: you keep staring at the door, in fact you've been staring at it for exactly twelve minutes!

Lucien: its just....

Lucien: Malleus and Silver aren't back yet... and its almost time...

Maddex: cheer up Lulu, they'll be back soon trust me, but for nowwww why don't you eat? maybe that'll help you relax

Lucien: i don't have time to relax, Maddex not when- ugh....

Maddex: look i get it, Lilia's leaving and you guys are great friends and you'll miss him, but its no use spending the rest of your time with him in a corner being sour about it

cuz you're gonna miss out on the things that matter

Lucien:.... maybe you're ri-dont you stuff your face while I'm talking! thats so RUDE!

Maddex: lifthen ah man isf humgrfy, and the foof ifs sho good

Lucien: you sicken me- im going to Lilia, HMPH!

Sebek: HMPH!

Ace: its no use.. he doesn't keep Lilia's words in his heart at all...

Lucien: its a little amusing seeing Sebek try and converse with his fellow freshman

Lilia: i was hoping that those kids his age would motivate him if he ever hits a slump

Lilia: eheh a little friendly rivalry never hurt

Lucien: well you're not wrong, Sebek can be a bit intense but i think these freshmen will be able to match his intensity

Lucien: especially the little one with the horns, i see him bickering with Sebek often

Peyn: for the last goddamn time i DO NOT CAREE

Sebek: YOU UTTER BUFFON, HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT-

Lucien: quite lively, those two hahaha

Lilia : indeed they are, haha!

Crowley: Vanrouge, sorry to interrupt, but your carriage has come to pick you up, its time to leave

Sebek & Lucien : !!!

Sebek: please wait Lilia-sama-

Lucien : Malleus and Silver have yet to return! you can't leave just yet!

Lilia: its fine you two, i cant keep the carriage waiting, its best that you send them my regards

Sebek & Lucien: but-

Lilia: its sad to leave but- Goodbye, everyone!-

*The doors open with a loud thud, and a harsh wind rushes in*

Malleus: Well well...What a glamorous party..

Malleus: students and the teachers... Everyone is here...fufufu!

*A big green flame and what appears from it is silver*

Silver: !? huh- t-this place....is.. Diasomnia..?

Lilia: Malleus! Silver! what happened? you're both covered in snow.. and silver your nose is all red....hm?......Did you cry?

Silver: No! .....this is just-

Malleus: Lilia, Thank you for the invitation today, i apologize for being late...I've been thinking about this. What should I give to you..... No, what should I give to you all?

Lucien: .....

Malleus: Please accept this....It's a gift from my heart.

Lilia: gift?... Malleus what are you talking about?...

Lucien: M-Malleus... if i may...

Lucien: its just a small observation of mine.. but uhm... pardon my boldness but...you're holding a little more blot than usual

Lucien: a-and it might be dangerous to bestow any gifts for tonight...

Malleus:...

Lucien: Or-or let me take care of the issue at hand! I'll- i can perhaps use my spell on you to lessen the amount of blot you're currently holding-

Lucien: ive done this many times for my brother before so you dont have to worr-

Malleus: Lucien...

Lucien: y-yes.. Malleus....?

Malleus: Be quiet. That's an order.

Lucien:

Lucien: i.....Yes of course.....

Lucien: your highness...

Malleus: Listen Carefully, Everyone! I shall bestow a wonderful gift upon you all...

[yup-thats-me]

— Heels • K. HONGJOONG

"Joongie," You whine, holding his shoulder as you message your aching calves. "It hurts," you pout.

Hongjoong just shrugs. "Told you not to wear those high heels, love," he points.

You roll your eyes at your lover. "Its my hubby's album release party! Cut me some slack." Hongjoong just smiles, amused by your tantrums. "Cut you some slack? Honey, respectfully, what did you part take in? Last I checked, you are not in Ateez?"

You smack his head. Hard. "I am your muse, am I not, Captain?"

Hongjoong smirks. "That you are."

After walking a few steps, Hongjoong stops, turning to you. "Take off your heels."

You blink, confused. "What? You expect me to walk barefoot?"

The man shakes his head, kneeling down to open your heels for you. "Just listen to me, love."

You were about to protest when Hongjoong got up, lifting you up in his strong arms. "You don't trust me, do you?" He smirks, enjoying the flustered look on your face.

Hitting his arm, you thrash around in his arms. "Put me down, joongie!" You cry, hiding your face into his clothed chest. "People – Dispatch will see us," you try to reason.

But the producer just shrugs, continuing on his walk. "Let them, then."

After a while, you give up fighting him knowing full weel you won't be able to win. So instead, you recount all the fun things you did at the party. Like how San got drunk after only two shots, or how Mingi danced with Yunho.

The man replied in hums and nods, smiling at you as you spoke. His arms might hurt but thats something he could care less about; right now, all that mattered was you and maybe, you're all that's ever mattered to him to make him smile like an idiot.

When the two of you came under a lone streetlight, you boldly jumped off his arms, landing swiftly on the grovel of the road. "Y/n! You'll hurt yourself!"

You giggled, pulling him under the faint light. "Let lose sometimes, old man," you tease.

Hongjoong shakes his head. "Yeah?''

You nod. Smiling eagerly, you put his hand on your waist, your own falling to its rightful place on his shoulder. "Let's dance?"

You swore you saw hearts in Honjoong's eyes. This is what the man loved about you the most. So adventurous, so spontaneous. Something he lacked but that's why they say opposites attract, right?

"Here," he said as he pulled you closer. "Stand on my foot. You're barefoot, remember?"

You hide your face into the crook of his neck, refusing to let the witness you turning into a tomato. "Such a flirt," you manage to mumble under your breath.

"What?" He's smug, you could tell without looking.

The two of you fall into a songless waltz, your hearts setting the rhythm. And without any music playing, this feels perfect. The faint light acting as your free spotlight, illuminating as you two maneuver effortlessly.

"If only time stops," you hear him sigh. "I'd freeze and relive it again and again."

You smile, your heart growing all fuzzy and warm.

"I'd do the same, Hongjoong."

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⋆.𐙚˚reqs are openᝰ.ᐟ

[bloodmistwizard]

have you ever experiences spiritual psychosis? Because i have! Lets talk about it, since you wanna assume im going through that based on me having an opinion. My s.p. episode was because i was on new new meds, living with an extremely abusive person and i was just generally not doing good. What did it look like? It looked like me having extreme mood changes, having sudden beliefs that i was dead set on, but knew no one else would believe. I was confused, scared, and frantic. And more than anything, i was fully convinced of my beliefs. I doubted everything else about reality, the sky, my skin, but these beliefs i had a death grip on. Also, my beliefs did and had potential to put me in danger. Now you cant see my behaviors or anything, but i know im mentally healthy. Im safe, not on any meds, my thinking is calm, clear, im confident in my beliefs but im open to the idea i could be wrong. Thats how i know im not experiencijg psychosis.

Anyways, pretty fucked up to use that as an insult. In all kindness, id recommend chilling the hell out. Live and let live. In all kindness, youre the one hardset in your beliefs to the point of lashing out at others. And that is harmful. I think you care about others, you want them to be mentally well, but you cant scream and insult people into mental wellness. You wanna do good, you gotta be on level with people, not above them.

it does still make me insane specifically how many queer people lovingly embrace astrology. I went to a poetry workshop yesterday that was genuinely quite good but also included an option to disclose astrology designations during introductions and so many people broke out some variation of "I'm a [x] sum but I have a [y] placement and it SHOWS" girl no it doesn't. that's meaningless correlation you completely invented the causation

[deadwizardsoci]

i bet the "till was completely fine with everything ivan did and reciprocates his feelings fully, he was just surprised when he was kissed which is why he reacted the way he did" alnst fans clutched their pearls watching karma (if those fans have any media literacy like at all)

i absolutely love my miscommunication tropes. delicious.

i saw someone say that till started to love-admire mizi because they were friends and had a good bond together while, in contrast, his bond with ivan had always been somewhat of a rollercoaster, and i 100% agree with that. ivans inability of expressing his feelings in a healthy way and tills obvious rebellious nature aswell as impulsivity resulted in useless and meaningless fights. then, all of a sudden they were all buddy buddy and hanging out like friends do. it was all obviously incredibly confusing for till, seeing as he bases and diminishes his feelings on someone from what their general relationship looks like (like we see him doing with mizi). obviously, he wouldn't know how to classify his and ivans bond, because as i said some days there was affection, some days there wasnt. because of ivans lack of social awareness, there were some obviously uncomfortable elements in their time together aswell, even if they werent being hostile with one another at the given moment.

this in no way goes to say ivan is "the bad one". all of his issues, aswell as tills, result from a lack of understanding of basic human emotions and needs. having grown up as literal pets for a species that is nowhere close to relating to their issues (and even if they were, unwilling to get all touchy and vulnerable with them and solely treating them as nothing more than what they see them as— entertainment), they'd certainly have trouble dealing with it when their complex emotions inevitably surface. they live and grow with no validation of their feelings, no instructions, nothing, therefore, how could we blame either one for how their relationship turned out?

i personally think till did reciprocate ivans love, maybe even as fiercely as him, but while he tried showing it and, as seen in karma, quite literally pushed his love down till's throat, till decided to keep the distance because he couldn't understand it, didn't know how to deal with it. this of course also doesn't mean he was fine with being kissed. he still didnt know what his feelings for ivan looked like (he had no time to even process them as they'd been so complicated for so long, and he obviously avoids being vulnerable, even within himself), he was in an extremely sensitive place, grieving mizi and on top of it all was the natural panic and fret of his fight or flight to stay alive in such a situation, where death is looking you straight in the eye.

perhaps it was hard to realise seeing as the music and his lyrics kept going, but till's exhaustion (a natural grieving response) overcame him and he eventually gives up. he knows he could die. he knows he will die. but he is simply too exhausted to continue.

ivan notices, and goes over to him not because he sees an opportunity to get revenge, but to lower his own score so till can win either way. he sacrifices himself for his sake. he goes over and forcefully kisses him, even as till pulls away, he keeps going, making the audience think he wants to hurt him. he goes as far as putting his hands on his neck to give the impression he's being strangled aswell, and in the end, his sacrifice is worth. he's not doing it because he wants to, he's doing it so till can win because he loves him.

also would like to say, for the other side of the fandom thats like "ivan is a monster! he made till uncomfortable and wanted to hurt him because he was rejected!", NO BUDDY. ivan's hands are shaking as he goes on to grab him, he's even pressing on the sides of his neck, not forwardly blocking his airway, and even if you missed all of that, HE QUITE LITERALLY GOES ON TO STARE AT THE SCORE AS HE DOES IT. he braces himself to be shot and PULLS AWAY FROM THE KISS AS TO NOT HURT TILL ASWELL. he lets go the very moment blood spills from his mouth, at peace with the thought that till survives. and yeah, obviously till is grabbing at his own neck after 😭 while not fatal, the discomfort was still there, and mixed with the previous panic, it was much more intense.

then, gazing down at ivans body, he understands what his intention truly was.

in the next round, till avenges ivan by trying his best to beat luka. we can see this from his physical desperation, both in body language and expression

he is also on his mind CONSTANTLY. he is grieving a love he didn't even realise he had until it was too late. he quite literally hallucinates luka as ivan the whole time, finally understanding how he loved him.

wild that i have to make this post. its so clear. everything is SO clear. if you paid slightly more attention you could tell so too 😭😭😭

[rusty-noodle]

⋆˚࿔ walking in v.2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

feat. monster trio x gn!reader

My last one was very well received! So I’m making another one! Should I do more characters following the first one's plot? this one's kind’ve lot different. Enjoy my loves! (I say this is gender neutral, but Sanji does use words of endearment that could be implied to be feminine!) V.1 -> walking in Synopsis: monster trio walking in on you in... situations (muahaha) CW: Nudity (non-graphic), embarrassment, sexual tension and implications, language, pet names. Luffy-537words Sanji-546 and 342words zoro-446words

Luffy

The water falls onto the tiles and into the drain below, you hum a tune as you scrub the soap off of your body. You step out your wet feet making pitter patter noises with every little step you take.

you reach for your towel that hung on a bar next to the shower

Then the door creeks open

“oh sorry…” Your captain says, no remorse

“LUFFY!” You yelp hurrying for the towel and throwing it over yourself

“What the hell!” You shout face flushing

“whats the matter?” He asks walking into the room

“you…!” The nerve on this guy, he just saw you completely bare. Nothing covering you, raw. How could he just sit there?

little did you know, behind that nonchalant face

I just walked in on them, thats bad, can they see how red my ears are? They must think im crazy! I mean hot damn they looked good- thats not the point!

he mentally scolded himself

he clears his throat “i just needed a rag” he smiles walking over to where you grabbed your towel you were now holding tight to your body.

He walks out like nothing happened

leaving you astonished

——————

dinner was awkward, your ears were burning the entire time. Your hand running through your hair when you two were interacting in conversation.

You catch yourself staring at him across the table. He’s just happily scarfing down meat, like he didn’t just see you in your most vulnerable state. Does he even care? You shake your head, cheeks burning again.

“You okay?” he asks, mouth full.

“I—uh—yeah,” you stutter, shoving a bite of food in your mouth just to do something.

He grins. “You’re acting weird.” You almost choke. “I’m not!”

He tilts his head. “You keep lookin’ at me like you’re mad or something.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Okay~,” he shrugs.

But you catch it this time—a tiny smirk tugging at his lips.

That little shit.

Sanji

you giggled, holding up a shirt you were planning on wearing up to the mirror,

“oh yes! This is definitely my colour!” You hummed, setting it down to grab a different piece of clothing

“my dear! Breakfast is… ready…”

Sanji stood in your door way, mouth wide, cigarette fallen on your floors at this point, nose twitching, threatening to bleed everywhere

how could he make such a rookie mistake? Not knocking before entering? How could he, it was a beautiful mistake, but still a mistake!

you huff and try to cover yourself up with your hands, to not much avail he falls to the floor on his knees

“thank you for this blessing! Im sorry mon cheri! This will never happen again!” He shouted, closing his eyes shut

“oh…!” You say to your surprise, quickly pulling your clothes on as he sat on the floor, eyes still squished together

“I'm… modest…” you hum raising an eyebrow, his reaction definitely made you feel less stressed, yes it was embarrassing, and he just saw where the sun don't shine but his reaction was a tad funny,

a blessing? How cute…

“ah yes!” He rises back up to his feet “I'm sorry ma belle!” He flutters his eyes open and quickly leaves for the dining room

——————

as soon as you two are done eating he’s at your side, apologizing like if he doesn’t he’ll drop dead on the spot.

“Im sorry again gorgeous…!”

He’s practically groveling beside you as you clear your plate, hands folded like he’s about to recite a prayer.

"I swear on the Baratie, on the All Blue, on my entire spice rack—I’ll never walk in without knocking again!"

You snort into your drink. "You make it sound like I died in there."

"I almost did," he says, clutching his chest. “I’ve seen heaven and I wasn’t ready.”

You glance at him sideways, trying to stay cool. "You’re such a drama queen."

He leans in, close enough for his voice to dip low—silky, teasing a spark of confidence surging through him

“Only for you, ma belle… Though I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance someday—if invited, of course.”

You choke. He winks, picks up your plate, and hops off like he didn’t just drop a flirt bomb and walk away. You blink at his retreating back, face warm.

“huh?”

how the tables turned

(i kinda had two outcomes for sanji so heres another one for you sanji simps ❤️)

——————

“im so sorry gorgeous!” He whined next to you,

“hmm?” Nami spoke up “what did you do Sanji?” She asks, putting down her newspaper to give him a curious look.

“I walked in on them changing!” he huffed.

Your whole body locks up.

“Sanji!” you squeak, face burning.

Nami perks up with a mischievous smile. “Oh? Did you now?”

“It wasn’t on purpose!” he blurts out, eyes wide and frantic. “I swear I didn’t mean to! I was just telling them breakfast was ready and i forgot to knock!—”

“Sanji.” You look up at him, pleading. “Please stop talking.”

He shuts up immediately, lips pressed tight, clearly panicking.

A beat passes.

He scoots a little closer, voice small. “Are you mad at me…?”

You sigh, trying not to look at him directly—because of course he has the softest, guiltiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“No,” you mumble.

“You’re sure? Because if you are, I’ll go stand in the rain until you forgive me, mon chéri.”

You let out a quiet laugh, covering your face with your hand. “You don’t have to do that…”

He visibly relaxes. “Good… I really like when you smile at me. I’d rather see that than anything else.”

Your heart does a little skip. You glance at him, his own face pink, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

It’s sweet. Embarrassing, still. But maybe… kinda sweet.

Zoro

(Sorry same shower premise like luffy’s 😭)

The room is warm with steam, your damp skin cool against the air. You’re mid-way through pulling your undergarment up, humming softly to yourself, hair still dripping from your shower—

Click!

The door swings open.

"Oi, you seen my—"

Zoro freezes.

You freeze.

“oh…” you both think

The undergarment is bunched awkwardly halfway sitting at your knees

Your eyes meet.

Silence.

Then—

“ZORO!” you shout, yanking your undergarment up as fast as humanly possible.

“I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING,” he blurts, spinning around so fast he nearly headbutts the wall. “NOTHING. I MEAN—NOT—LIKE, NOT ON PURPOSE—”

You grab a towel and throw it at his head with deadly accuracy. It hits the back of his neck as he stumbles back out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

"Knock next time!"

“I thought this was the supply closet!” he shouts from the hallway.

“It’s literally my room!”

“Same hallway!”

——————

later that day you decided to train up on the crows nest, borrowing some of zoros weights when he wasn't looking.

Once you reach the top, zoro’s there, polishing his swords

you debate leaving but he calls you over

“hey… comere…” he mumbles

you trot over, as he starts to speak again

“Sorry…” he says gruffly, turning away, making sure not to look at your face. He refuses to see your reaction

"Hmm? What did you say?" You try to hold back a smirk that threatened to break across your face

"I said sorry, damnit..."

"Sorry for...?" You continue to drag it on

"Walking in on you!" he grumbled

"I know..." you whisper back

"damn minx.. think this is funny?" his voice low and gruff

"Yeah" you giggle

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ahhh thank you for reading! if i missed any CW please tell me so I can fix it!!!

[lumosflairr]

How do you think the Weasley boys (or the twins and Ron) would react to people thinking they're related to reader just because they have similar hair color? Or to people trying (and failing) to flirt with reader?

How the Weasley Boys would react to people attempting to flirt with you !

Characters included in this are: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Ron Weasley.

word count: 957

I chose people attempting to flirt with reader if thats okay :)

...

Bill is relaxed and self-assured. He’s the kind of man who knows he has your heart, so when someone tries to flirt with you, he doesn’t get jealous—he gets smug. He’ll stand nearby, arms crossed, an amused brow raised as he watches the poor attempt unfold. Once he’s had enough, he’ll stroll over and press a slow kiss to your temple, arm sliding around your waist like it’s second nature. Then he’ll smile at the person and say smoothly,

“Brave of you to try, mate. But I’m afraid they’ve already got someone to fall asleep next to for the rest of their life.”

Then he’ll guide you away like the gentleman he is, whispering in your ear,

“You’re trouble, love. Even when you’re doing nothing at all.”

—

Charlie doesn’t get jealous. But he’s deeply entertained when someone thinks they’ve got a shot with you. He leans against a nearby surface, arms crossed, watching the flirt fail with that dragon-tamer glint in his eye. When it starts getting too bold, he steps forward with a lazy swagger and plants a possessive kiss on your cheek.

With a grin, he’ll say to the poor soul:

“Nice try, really. But this one? They like someone who can wrestle a dragon and win. Better luck next time, yeah?”

To you, he’ll mutter with a wink as he walks you away:

“You really ought to come with a warning label, sweetheart.”

—

Percy’s whole body tenses the moment he realizes someone’s flirting with you. He’s not jealous, but he’s very proper—and seeing someone blatantly disrespecting the fact that you’re taken makes him seethe in a quiet, awkward way. He’ll approach quickly, adjusting his glasses.

Clearing his throat loudly, he says with sharp politeness,

“Excuse me. They’re clearly spoken for. Kindly take your misplaced enthusiasm elsewhere.”

Then, turning to you with flushed cheeks and tight posture, he’ll say,

“Honestly, some people have no concept of boundaries. Are you alright, my love?”

—

Fred lives for chaos, so he watches the failed flirting attempt with glee. He may even start whispering awful pick-up lines behind the flirter’s back just to trip them up. Eventually, when he’s thoroughly entertained himself, he’ll saunter over and wrap his arm around your shoulders dramatically.

“Oi! This one’s got a type—tall, handsome, funny, brilliant… basically me. Hate to break it to you, but you don’t stand a chance.”

He’ll grin widely, then lean close to whisper with a chuckle,

“You were so close to trading me in. I was terrified.”

—

George lets it happen for a moment or two. But once you catch his eye and raise an eyebrow, he’s on the move. He’ll appear behind you, arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. He’ll meet the flirter’s eyes and grin.

“You’re wasting your breath, mate. They’ve already got someone who can make them laugh until they cry and snog them breathless in one go.”

Then, to you—loud enough for them to hear—he’ll murmur:

“Tell me again how I got so damn lucky.”

—

Ron is not smooth about it—at all. His immediate reaction is full-body discomfort and that signature Weasley blush. He watches from afar, hands twitching at his sides, until his frustration boils over. Then he storms over, red in the ears and ready to brawl.

“Oi! Back off, yeah? That’s my girlfriend!”

He grabs your hand, leading you away quickly, grumbling under his breath.

“Dunno what they thought they were doing. You’d never go for someone like that, would you?”

When you reassure him, he softens, squeezing your hand.

“Just… don’t look at anyone else like that, alright? I’d go mad.”

[princessbubblecup]

Undead stan... ive seen a couple fics for them and i think the idea needs more attention

Like, sort of zombie mostly just. Immortal.

Stan accidently kills a guy/ witnesses a dude dying and gets caught up in it (whether trying to help or just is unfortunately in the direct area). Hes all, "oh no, this guy is dead. I am holding this dead guy, maybe even moving him so i can hide the body--" when BAM! Dead guy is not dead, and is wiggling around in his arms while stan screams.

Dont know how he gets infected, maybe the guy bites him in a fit of freshly revived nonclarity, maybe their blood mixes, maybe the guy is pissed at being killed and curses/"blesses" stan for either killing/attempting to help him. Idk.

Point is, stan cant die! Well, he can, but he comes back.

This goes surprisingly unnoticed by the people around him. The environments stan finds himself in dont breed a lot of concern for those dropping dead, enough so that people dont even notice his corpse long enough for him to revive, his body is actively hidden and left behind so it doesnt have attention brought to it, he is alone the whole time, or any witnesses get written off as drug addicts or insane.

This provides a few issues with his internal worth as a person, but overall, convienant to avoid being dissected in a lab or repeat murderers!

However.... you can only die so many times before it gets noticed.

NOW! i have two ways this could go.

Option one: it actually takes a while to revive, working from the inside out. Waking up and breathing is the step right before healing external injuries. This makes it hard to tell the dead guy is alive until hes wiggling around on your morgue slab. That, and maybe it takes a little longer after every death (seriously stanley, you die, like, a lot) to come back.

So, stan is FINALLY found as a john doe and brought to a hospital and then to a morgue. He stays dead long enough for fords number to be found on him and then called and then ford to come to identify him. Long enough for ford to come back at midnight with plans to steal a body. Long enough for ford to start sliding the body off the table, but NOT long enough to make it to the door.

Stan wakes up, starts wiggling and gargling in post- unmortemdem, and ford starts screaming and dropping him and looking for a weapon because ohhhhh my god thats a zombie, stan is a zombie, holy crap.

For funsies maybe ford stabs him to death in a panic and then immediately regrets it because damn, stan is dead again. Starts to steal him again and hopefully find an anti zombie charm at some point, the whole thing happens again on the drive home and stan manages to explain before being killed again.

Option 2: stan goes up to meet ford, postcard in hand, and-- youll never guess-- fords crossbow introduction ends with a bolt sticking through someplace vital in stans anatomy.

Ford starts screaming, apologizing, trying to stop the bleeding. Ford tries putting pressure on the wound, he tries to stem the bloodflow, he tries cpr for the life of him. He has a full breakdown, he tries so hard but stan chokes and gasps and bleeds and dies.

Its useless.

He sits in the snow, starting to have a full mental break as he starts crying to his brothers corpse all the things he needs to and would never say, its all very tragic and sad, and we know how it goes by now.

Stan wakes up mid soliloquy and scares the shit out of ford, yelling about the injustice of being murdered literally right when they see each other for the first time in a decade, while ford starts wailing all over again from relief.

Either way, frankenstan is rudely interrupted by stan just solving the issue himself. By being undead.

Uhhhh, where to go from here.... im not sure... yet.

[sycamorality]

alts for previous tags:

tags from eggseventy:

#goddddddd #catastrophic #i really like the use of the hitboxes here #the person playing the game sees a target rather than an animal #or even just. a target rather than a threat #they came here with intent #the distortion is also really well done #and seems to get more severe the closer to the player you're looking #just. waugh

tags from hotpinkshulker:

#i am loving the hotbar #undescribed #idk its probably just grabbed from a speedrunner but like. oof #unenchanted tools. glow stone. far too many pearls a full stack of blocks. i think its the single bed for me though #like. the meta knowledge of that single bed and the pick block keybind thats used by pretty much only speedrunners and creative builders #idk the game design of the dragon sometimes gets to me. u come to her and the only options the game leaves are Kill or Die #half cooked thoughts about Conquest and Heroes and shit #and that they went 'where do we put the credits in a sandbox game' and put them Here which lead Here being where the end of the game is #& of course all games will have an any%. in any run where beating the game is a requirement they will end up here #i kinda vibe with speed runner as eldritch horror. Knows Too Much. game design is one thing but the runner pushes design to the limits

tags from skallyeen:

#minecraft #art #god. #the hitboxes really do make this. the freaking visual storytelling #the player is here with experience and a goal #not seeing the dragon herself but the boxes they need to hit #efficient and completionist and utterly detached from any of the potential weight

from @memvi (thank you! sorry i forgot)

no matter how long you live your child will never experience the life you did... the only good thing about it never hatching is that it will never experience the same cycle as you (but it will experience another of being left abandoned by so many players because their only goal is beat the game)

a lonesome grieving mother is asking you to leave.

[blue-kris-hurricane]

ralsei's version of "Raise Up Your Bat": more than just a silly song

actually fucking crazy im sitting here listening to raise up your bat ralsei's version and i just realize.

ralsei has known the prophecy from the beginning. he knows something bad is going to happen. he knows the "roles" of darkners and lightners. not only does he lowkey worship his friends in a way but he also is fucking terrified of whatever shit is supposed to come to pass that he is so careful with everything he says and does. and he has NEVER HAD FRIENDS BEFORE. GOD.

he knows his friendship with kris and susie is so so precious. he acts very uptight because of his knowledge of the prophecy. how they are all supposed to be heros. maybe if hes good enough he'll get a better ending. maybe if he's nice enough he will have his friends forever. maybe if he's happy enough nothing bad will happen.

hes the prince of darkness. kris and susie have to put their faith in him, believe that they are heros, that they have what it takes. but he is the lonely prince. hes never had friends before. he can only tell them what he knows. or at least some of it. not everything at once. not all of it right off the bat. he just wants a chance. he just wants all of them to have a chance. a chance at something better.

and it is good for awhile. so good. hes learning how to have friends, what it means to be a friend, and what it means to be himself. he is no longer just "the lonely prince" he is no longer just a darkner made to serve lightners. he can see it. something new, something more than what he could've imagined.

why i bring up his rendition of raise up your bat, is because at this point he is actively avoiding the harsh truth of the prophecy. he has always tried to show hope for the future, even when he knows whats on the horizon. the original song is about a fight for hope, an ugly, scary, violent fight, in the face of a bleak future.

ralseis version is about bright, peaceful, fun and happy times spent alongside friends. this is what he has seen so far, especially amplified in chapter three, where the main three face lots of wacky challenges and fun games. their dynamic trio is very established and theyre literally in sync with each other. theres nothing they cant face together, right??? but he knows. he knows in the back of the mind what the prophecy says.

what i find interesting about ralsei's hope, is in the beginning his hope stems from ignoring the prophecy and pretending the tragedy wont happen, that it isnt even in the prophecy in the first place. thats why ralsei changes the lyrics to the song. ignorance is bliss, everything is fine and everyone is happy, look kris, im smiling!

but by the end of chapter four, susie gives ralsei and new hope, a true hope. ralsei's ignorance is instead replaced with defiance. IN SPITE OF what the prophecy says, he will believe in a better ending. no longer hoping that the prophecy will change for them, but instead, believing that THEY will be the ones to change the prophecy. FIGHTING for HOPE in the face of bleak future. FUUUCK MAN. FUUUCKKKKKKKK

[ganondoodle]

as funny as this scene is ... toby and the team are very good at combining humor and serious things (or rather, the humor works so well bc it has a solid base? idk words) the longer i think about it the 'worse' it gets

even with them trash talking each other constantly its so obvious that they still care (they share so many phrases and themes you cant even tell who got what from whom.. though i suppose its more likely spamton got them from Tenna .... but also he would have had to be there for quite a while to have so many similarities) even if its complicated- and like, spamton kind of sounds so genuinely happy here?? and the fact he (if you have the dealmaker) comes out of your inventory on his own here when Tenna talks to himself about being at his lowest and wishing him back (more or less) is kinda heartbreaking to me????? for all i know (cut me some slack its been a long time) we dont know why spamton never came back or left in the first place (and there is the thought of ... would he have even been able to come back given that they are all tied to physical objects and to get Tenna to safety later -if you dont let him die- susie literally has to carry him away) and even if its some sense of resentment or pride or shame or something that made him stay away/avoid him, NOW that you got him here and he hears and sees this he actually makes a move????????

for all that spamton is weird and kinda fucked up for unkown(?) reasons, treated badly (even if for good reason(??) i dont remember everything of the first chapters) and everything im just so?? he could have just stayed in your inventory like hes done before but he doesnt

but you also cant really blame Tenna for reacting the way he does here (and yes i do think he knew it was spamton and the overblown reaction was mostly trying to think of soemthing to do bc HOW would you handle this?? and also i do think he could be petty about it but also maybe overreacting ... i know how it feels to overreact in weird ways ahaha- just .. i get it but, dude, why q-q)- you were hiding and he was talking to himself and then spamton just freakinge appears in front of him like that (when Tennas desperate attempt to avoid being thrown away fails, no matter how far he went, when everything is falling apart, when its kinda .. too late) after who knows how long of silence, knowing literally nothing about where he went or why (yet he still kept the pipis.......)---

and then how spamton says hes never gonna do that again, while understandably so and very funny in the moment, im just so .... the one time he actually does seem to try to reconnect (?) with someone he seems to have actually genuinely cared about he gets rejected like that (for also understandable reasons aaaaah) and swears to never try that again ......................................................

blaming each other for their downfall but still caring and then fumbling the one chance they get to meet again im so .............................................. fine about it.

(and not to derail but why .... why is it so easy to let Tenna disappear or die ..............?? even if you do all the nice things if you dont go to the hub after church (if thats possible, i dont ...actually know), or dont give him to mettaton, toriel throws him out and once it rains and hes outside its like the last chance to get him to safety (and most people would probably avoid going there before the church bc you are told to go home when its raining and most would then check everything else first and end up in the church at night.. skipping out on finding him outside in the rain and after that he is just gone??? (i think?)- ALSO if you dont recruit enough/are nice enough Susie says she still went back and searched for him in the dark world (i love her so much) but couldnt find him and the other NPCs refused to help out.................. the boarded up tv room in the hub??? arhj my heart man q-q .......... and when you actually break him the broken TV just stays in the room????????? at least spamton can just chill in your inventory nfjksbfshfkjnfksl)

((also also ...i found it weird you dont get to see susie help him in the dark world or the sealing of the fountain there, i know its at the end of the chapter and sth happens with Kris and the shelter but ... i think thats the only time we havent seen the actual sealing?? and then she tells you what happened if you interact with the TV instead ... i do love the highly missable dialog of her telling you she found and patched Tenna up with the help of the other NPCs if you got them all recruited though.... qwq))

(sorry these thoughts have been spiraling around sicne i woke up today and i literally could not concentrate on work at all bc i kept ... thinking about it .... either way these all all just current incoherent thoughts im throwing around........ i hope we get to see Tenna again later on, though i kind of doubt that)

[mythicalmyles]

Alien x Male! Reader

(Amab reader, dubcon kinda jic, belly bulging, inhuman character)

You stared at your calendar, it was the 20th of may, exactly ten years ago you had made a promise. At least you think you had, you had long since written it off as a dream. Despite how realistic it felt, you were a child with a very active imagination. Still you found yourself tugging a hoodie over your head, grateful it was at the very least a decent night for a walk.

You let out a sigh as you made your way to the door, slipping on your shoes before opening it. Despite the darkening sky the air was warm as it brushed against your skin, you took it in for a moment before closing the door behind you. You locked up before throwing your keys into your pocket.

It wasn’t a far walk to where it had began, not much had changed about your life since then. You had grown but you still lived in the same place. Not much had changed since you were young bar some buildings that had become more rundown and broken up, the area pretty much being left to itself.

You made your way through a small patch of trees, bushes had almost taken over the man made walkway. Not enough people coming by and creating a way through. You had gotten snagged on a couple of them and a few other plants on the way through, taking a deep breath when you finally poked out of the trees.

The hill looked a lot bigger than you had remembered, there were a lot more bushes and the grass went above your knees. All you could do was let out a groan before trudging forwards, at the very least you had to find out if it was a dream.

By the time you had reached the top of the hill you were out of breath, almost heaving when you came to a standstill. You looked around the cliff hill, a sea of trees just behind it. You bit your lip, nerves starting to wrack your body.

You sat against a large stone, looking into the night sky. You could see a lot of stars, a small smile tugging at your lips. They looked pretty, part of you hoped it was true. That they really would come back to you. You hadn’t made much friends as a child, even as an adult, maybe thats why you had clung onto the first friendly being you had crossed. Even if you had only been with them for a night.

You let out a scream when something leather like wrapped around your eyes, you could hear a giggle as you flailed. You shot around, eyes wide. It hadn’t been a dream. Pure black eyes gazed down at you, they were almost bug like. Almost like a spiders eye. It grinned down at you, your memories had certainly been distorted. You didn’t quite remember those, or how it felt to have four eyes baring down at you.

You blinked and collected yourself. “Zee?” It grinned down at you, sharp teeth showing off. “(Name).” It purred. You could barely think of what to say, gaping like a fish. “Y-you’re real?” He nodded, looking over you. “You got bigger." You choked before nodding back at him. “You too.” He was much larger than you were, he hadn’t been that much taller than you were when you had first met. Now he easily towered over you, it felt intimidating standing in front of someone who could throw you like a spear. He easily stood almost double your height, blocking out the moon behind him.

You ended up managing to get lost in conversation, getting more comfortable around it. It felt like connecting with an old friend, you supposed you were despite the short time of your meeting. His planet sounded amazing, he described vibrant trees and creatures that sounded like pure imagination.

“Why did you leave your planet? It sounds amazing. I don’t understand why you would ever leave that.” You finally asked, you had been afraid it may have been personal. Instead it let out a laugh. “My ship was in a battle, i had to use an escape pod and it sent me here. We have similar oxygen levels on our planet.” You nodded, you had wondered why it didn’t wear any sort of helmet.

“Do you have time?” You couldn’t help but sound hopeful, trying to hide your happiness when it chuckled and smiled. “I do.” “Come back to mine.” You nodded behind you. “It’s not that far.” Your parents were rarely ever home, leaving you to your own devices. You wouldn’t have to worry about hiding a giant alien. “Yeah, i’d like to see how your kind lives. You are interesting creatures.” You chuckled and started walking towards your house.

You had found it rather funny, it told you stories about its crew mates. They worked for a delivery service, sending packages across the galaxy. The walk felt a lot quicker this time with company.

You unlocked your door and shoved it open. “I don’t know what kinda houses you’re use to but we haven’t got much.” You let out a nervous chuckle, heading towards the stairs. You led it up to your room, awkwardly closing the door behind both of you.

You gestured to your desk chair and it sat down, you plopping down onto your bed across from it. “So this is where you live?” It questioned, antenna bobbing. “Yeah, pretty much my whole life.” You chuckled while waving your arms, gesturing to the room.

It leaned back, it’s elbow hitting off your keyboard. The sound of loud moaning suddenly filled the room as you felt your body drain of blood. You could barely understand your own babbling as you launched forwards intent on turning off the computer, instead it grabbed your arms before you could.

All you could do was look at it in confusion. “This is how you mate?” You flushed bright red, looking at anything but the screen. “Yes. Stop.” You whined out. “It’s natural. You watch it after all.” You could feel your jaw swing as your brain scrambled over words. “It’s pr-private!” You finally choked out, trying to move to turn off the computer only to have it thwart your efforts again.

You looked over to Zee, only to see it’s head pointed down. Horror filled you as you realised how hard you were, even more shame went flooding through your system. "Z-zee. Please.” It tilted its head, hand suddenly grabbing you and palming you through your jeans. You grabbed onto it’s wrist, confusion coating your face. You stared at it, trying to desperately hold down any moans.

“I can learn.” Was all it said as it turned to the computer with it’s free hand and restarted the video. He pulled you onto it’s lap, slipping it’s leg between your thighs. It started pushing down your pants, your head dropped back onto its shoulder as you stared holes into your ceiling.

You let out a yelp when it wrapped its hand around your cock, it started jacking you off slowly. It was currently thanking the gods it had two sets of eyes, easily keeping tabs on the video while its other eyes drank up your facial expressions. It hadn’t expected tonight to be the night it mated you, finding out it was in fact possible had been a happy coincidence. Its free hand ran up your stomach, playing with your nipple.

It felt overwhelming, the texture of its skin rubbing against you was thrilling. It’s skin tough enough to cause friction against you. You couldn’t help but melt back into it, breathing deep as pleasure began rolling through your body. You kept a loose grip on his wrists, given up on fighting yet trying to keep yourself grounded.

Suddenly it pulled away from you, grabbing your hips and pushing you to stand. It turned you around to face it, its grinning face taking up your vision. All you could do was comply, legs already shaking. Its thigh was pressing against your cock, almost driving you delirious with the friction.

Zee watched as one of the humans slid his fingers into the other, resulting in turning him into a moaning mess. It pushed your pants back down, this time its hands felt slimy. “Wha-huh?” You choked out in confusion. “We can produce a sort of oil like substance.” Was the only answer you got. You could feel one of its fingers pressing against your hole, you bit your lip and mentally prepared yourself.

A thick finger began pushing into you, you let out a raspy gasp. Body pushing away from the intrusion. Zee wrapped its other arm around you, pining you in place. It was so big, it left you worrying about what was between its legs. It went slow with its fingers, intently watching your face. The way your nose crinkled has its stomach jumping, you looked so cute trying to take its finger. Not that it really gave you much of a choice.

It paused for a moment, wriggling its fingers pressing against inside of you. You suddenly gasped and bucked your hips, biting down harshly on your lip. “That feel good?” It questioned before thrusting against that spot again, a depraved moan being ripped from your throat.

Your hands grasped onto his shoulders, face twisting in pleasure as it began fucking you with its fingers. You fell slack jawed as it targeted your prostate, heat soaring through your body. It almost felt like you were being cooked alive. All you could do was sit there and take it, grinding your cock against its thigh.

You hadn’t expected any of this to happen, you went from meeting an old friend to having them finger fuck you on your own desk chair. It slipped another finger into you, despite the pain you couldn’t help but moan louder. Zee bit its lip as it watched you closely, comiting everything to memory. "You're doing so well." It suddenly cooed, suddenly slamming it's fingers into you just to see the reaction.

You came with a loud cry of his name, eyes cocking as it kept fingering you through your orgasm. You fell onto him, body reeling as you came down from your high.

You rested your head on Zee’s shoulder, gasping for breath. Your hands gripped onto his uniform, body shaking with aftermath. It wrapped its arms around you, holding you close as you came down. “Je-jesus, Zee.” Was all you could rasp out.

It chuckled, pulling you close. It pressed your lips together, tongue quick to slide between your lips. Your hands framed its face, leaning into the kiss. You could feel it tugging your sweats further down, manoeuvring you so you were straddling both his legs. Nerves vibrated through you when he began unzipping his uniform. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when it’s cock sprang free, it smirked as it watched you gawk over its cock. It knew it was certainly larger than any human one.

“You can take it. You gonna be a good boy for me?” You shuddered and nodded, you wanted to please it too. Even if you didn’t think you could get any pleasure from something that big or thick. You were willing to try.

It wiped the oil off on your sweats, you couldn’t be bothered to tell it off. It gripped your hips, helping you stand as it lined up its cock. It was the same purple as the rest of its body, although the head of its cock was a cherry red colour. You gulped down air when you felt him rub the head against your hole. “Be-be careful please.” You whimpered out, it chuckled in response.

You could barely even scream when it began pushing into you, it took itself a moment before its cock suddenly got a lot slippier. It bullied its way into you, causing you to let out a loud sob when it finally pushed through. Zee stilled for a moment, holding you as you trembled in its arms. It could see you already beginning to sweat, clearly overwhelmed.

It felt pride, it had to be the largest you had taken. It took care in sinking you down on its cock, when your sobs picked up it pressed its lips to yours. It swirled its tongue around your mouth, it had noticed your cock had softened and was quick to wrap a hand around it and start jacking you off.

Once you began moaning and squirming it began pulling you further onto its cock. It must have taken about ten minutes before it was buried balls deep. You could see it beginning to loose it, drool dripping down its chin.

You could barely breathe, hands on its stomach to keep yourself up. You panted as you stared at it. “It’s t-too big.” You whimpered out, completely overwhelmed. “So pretty, y’look so good.” It was almost like it couldn’t hear a word you said. Before you could get another word out suddenly its hips thrust up, ripping a scream from you. It felt unbelievable, its cock dragged against your prostate. You could feel each individual bump rubbing against your insides. You came hard when he thrusted into you again, back almost snapping when you threw your head back. You chanted Zee’s name like a mantra as you jizzed your brains out.

You fell boneless against it, whimpering as it fucked you at a brutal pace. Your drool dripped down onto its uniform, your cheek pressed into its chest. Its hands left bruises all over your hips and ass, grabbing everywhere it could.

Suddenly it stood up, leaning you on the desk. You fell back onto your elbows, ignoring the fact you were digging into your monitor. It grabbed your thighs, spreading them. You had no doubt bruises would cover your thighs as well, it fucked you on your desk. You could hear various objects falling off of your desk which you paid no mind too, brain thoroughly fucked out of your skull. “Aah, s’too much!” You whined out, sobbing in between words.

“So tight!” It cursed in a foreign tongue, it couldn’t get over how deliciously you wrapped around its cock. “Look, so full.” It groaned out, hand moving to press against your stomach next to its cock. Your eyes widened, you could see its cock in your stomach. All you could do was choke out moans, hands gripping at anything to try and ground yourself.

You came twice before it finally thrust deep into you, you felt something heavy suddenly push into you. “Wha-what’s happening.” You sobbed out, twitching as you felt it push more things into you. “You-you’re gonna be such a good mommy.” Was all it said, leaving you panicked. “I’m breeding you.” It whispered. “You’ll be the per-perfect mate for me.” It choked out, you could feel it begin to grind its hips. As if it was trying to push as deep into you as it could.

You lay there uselessly, feeling unbearably full. You felt the head of his cock begin to swell. Another rush of panic ran through you. “Just making sure everything stays.” It spoke, pulling you into its arms and sitting back on the chair.

The feeling of everything moving inside of you was enough to have you shrieking as you came again, a few drops dribbling from your cock. “Gonna take you home.” It cooed, fingers running through your hair. You agreed, barely holding onto consciousness. Zee pulled you close, wondering how he would explain you to his captain.

[aplpaca]

This is absolutely not what's being said at all and you might wanna search through the notes to see the pretty high number of trans and other queer people agreeing with what I'm Actually saying.

People with OCD 100% can be trans. I personally know several trans people with OCD. This post is not saying people with OCD cant be trans or queer or whatever else (im queer myself), and I think my use of "not for them" rather than something actually excluding the possibility for everyone should have clued you in that im not trying to discourage transitioning but to highlight a mental fallacy that a lot of people with OCD can fall into.

That aside, you seem to be dismissing gender and sexuality related themes as simply a product of societal queerphobia, and while there are definitely some queerphobes out there with gender or sexuality OCD themes (bc with billions of people on the earth, its bound to happen), the idea that thats the case for anyone with those themes, or even just a majority, is a gross misunderstanding and mischaracterization of how OCD can work.

OCD themes are not necessarily things you disapprove of (tho obviously they can be, for example, in the case of pedophilia OCD). They can be things that are completely innocuous, but cause distress bc they chafe against a persons sense of self and identity. This is where gender and sexual themes fall. Someone with the OCD theme they "might actually be straight" does not think being straight is a bad thing to be, its just not who they are and therefore the theme is distressing to them. The same is the case for a lot of straight people with the theme of "secretly" being gay and the same is true for cis people worried they're "actually trans" or trans people who worry they're "actually cis".

Bc that's another thing. The idea that gender and sexuality themes are only experienced by cis and straight people is bullshit. The term "homosexuality OCD" is outdated and reflects a combination of medical bias and the fact that there is just more straight people. Gender and sexuality themes absolutely do affect queer people also. The amount of times on the OCD subreddit ive seen gay men worrying they were Actually Straight or bi women worrying they Actually Only Liked Men or trans people worrying they were Actually Cis is pretty damn high. You can scroll thru just the notes of this post and find a lot of queer people saying theyve experienced that kind of thing.

Also, there is a huge difference between the way someone who is actually trans or not straight would worry about accepting their gender or sexuality and the way someone with gender or sexuality OCD themes reacts to that questioning. Like you said yourself, when you were figuring out your gender, you were worried bc its "not accepted or encouraged". That's not the primary concern of someone whos OCD theme is gender. Someone in another reply to this post already explained it better than me so ill just put the screenshot but

But yeah

This post wasnt actually intended to focus on gender related OCD at all, I had just wanted to highlight a certain advice phrasing that I know I and other people's OCD have latched onto to bad results, but like if people are gonna be misunderstanding how OCD works on my post, then im gonna add clarifications to try to dispel misinfo.

Pro tip! If u have OCD, that genre of advice stuff that's like "if youre questioning whether youre X, you probably are" is not for you and is in fact poison!!!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

i haven't been able to get this idea out of my head for like two weeks so

imaining SFSGSW Dave with a sweet/soft gf who's sensitive (not like childish bc that's just age play) but like they've had sex a few times before but shes never ridden him (idk if thats the right tense) but like Dave is sitting up on the couch and shes in his lap maybe they're just kissing making out and its all innocent until she feels him get hard, so maybe it makes her feel more horny anyways eventually she starts riding him and since he's in her all at once all deep and shit shes like moaning rly loud and Dave is praising/degrading her calling her pretty girl... or pretty slut (they alternate) but he's just praising her and uh yeah

i have such a bad praise kink and a degradation kink help

Warnings: Smut, riding, praise and degradation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd flown out to see Dave during the tour, he'd managed to get a bus to himself and some stage gear, but it was worth it to be alone with you after all this time.

You hadn't been together all too long, almost a year but he was also touring a lot during that. Still, he'd flown you to some beautiful places and often called you to see how you were, make sure you were loved and cared for even while he was gone.

Dave was the experienced one, having had a lot more adventure in his life than you in more ways than you could count, but you loved listening to his stories late at night with your head on his chest while he played with your hair and just talked and talked, his voice getting raspier the later it got but he wouldn't stop until he was sure you were out.

You were rather innocent, you'd had partners before Dave, you'd had sex before, none better than Dave but you weren't a virgin when you met. Dave new some things were still going to be new to you so he never rushed you, never pushed you to do anything you weren't comfortable with, always checking in on you to make sure you were doing ok.

You knew your period was coming, you were hoping it would stay away since you were coming to see Dave, but you were getting desperate and your fingers just weren't cutting it.

Dave had you on his lap, his hands on your hips and holding you just a little tighter, kissing you just a little rougher. Your arms were around his neck, hands lost in his thick hair.

You shifted in his lap and a soft groan left him, making your ears perk. You shifted again, this time his hold on you tightened to keep you in place, more importantly you felt something firm beneath you. Dave chased your lips as you pulled away. "Davie?" You started. "Do you like this?" You asked with a smirk, rolling your hips again.

Without your lips to muffle the sound he moaned, nodding vigorously. "Yes-! Yes, I like it a lot." He said, swallowing thickly. "Can you do something?" He asked, not knowing how much you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy.

"I can definitely help with that." You assured, hopping off his lap to take your pants and panties off before straddling his lap again. Dave's cheeks brightened, his hands going to your hips again and holding you firmly in place.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as you reached for his jeans, undoing them with practiced ease.

You tugged his jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard, leaking cock to spring free. "Trying something new." You mumbled, sitting on his cock, not putting it in yet just sitting on it, letting your wetness gather on his length.

Dave smiled softly up at you. "Trying something new?" He repeated. "What a big girl you are, thinking you're in control because you're sitting on my lap." He mused, rolling his hips, tip catching your cunt. "I'm not gonna help you with this one, you know that, right?"

You had to think about that for a moment, you always took his worry over you as cute and caring, sure he could be mean and he was definitely dominant, but he was also praising you the whole time, genuinely giving you the love you deserved. "I can do it." You assured, taking the tip in first.

Dave smiled widely at your confidence, moving his arms behind his head and watching as you took more of him in. "Aw, looking at you stretching around me... pussy's so tight." You were pulsing around him, needing to pause to adjust. Your breathing was heavy, blush bleeding down to your chest. "Too much? Come on, you've taken me before, too much of a whore to stop now." You thought that comment would hurt more, the moan you let out said otherwise.

You sunk down further, taking more of his cock until he was completely buried in you. "See? I-I can do it." You said, swallowing thickly.

"I see that." Dave purred, a sense of pride in his words, he'd trained you so well. "Now keep going, bounce on me." You nodded, taking his slight encouragement and starting to move.

It didn't take long for your legs to start hurting, but the pleasure you were deriving from it was helping. "Hah! Oh, fuck, Davie!" You moaned, going a little faster now. Dave was still just sitting there, leaning back into the couch and watching you do all the work.

He was pulsing deep inside you, Dave was watching the bulge in your stomach while you kept bouncing on his cock. He saw your thighs tensing, legs starting to shake from the sting of it. He rolled his hips up and you squeaked, legs momentarily giving up and forcing all of him in you, so deep, deeper than you normally took him. "Can't do shit by yourself, can you? Need me to put in the work and fuck you myself, is that what you need? Can't even handle riding me." You bucked your hips at his words, desperate to prove him wrong when he was right.

"Please, Davie..." You begged, looking at him with your biggest, saddest pleading eyes. He smiled back at you.

"How can I say no to that?" He asked, hands finding your hips again and guiding you, easing the pain by lifted you himself, letting you see his muscles flex.

Your moans got louder, head rolling back in pleasure. "Fuck! Davie, oh god!" You moaned, trying to move faster but he held you at a steady pace. "Please! Being such a good girl."

Dave scoffed. "Being a good girl? With that dirty mouth of yours?" He asked. "Fuck this, fuck that... Do you even deserve to cum at this point?" He asked, but the steady rhythm was good and he knew just the way to angle his cock, you were so close.

"I-I do! I'll be good, I promise!" You pleaded, squeezing him tighter. An idea came to Dave, his smirk widening to a grin as he lifted you higher on his cock, leaving just the tip.

"You'll be such a good girl, I just know it." He purred, slamming you down on his cock.

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Hello! Could you write a fic about ellie Williams talking to Joel about how she’s in love with reader while they’re on a patrol, and Ellie gets attacked and can only think of reader as she thinks she’s gonna die but she ends up ok and comes back to reader and it’s a good ending:)

COME BACK TO YOU

Ellie williams x fem!reader

Contents: loser!ellie(ofc), lil bit of nerd!reader, cussing, reader mentioned to have curly hair, one suggestive thought from ellie, not proofread

"She's just so cool. Like. Probably the coolest person I've ever met." Ellie rambles. Joel nods along, half listening, half focusing on their surroundings. "Did you know she knows every single Greek god AND their significance. Like, thats so cool!" "Have you told her any of this?" Joel asks. Ellie talks about you all the time but when you're around, she's so nonchalant(not really she just wants you to think so)

"Well...no but she already knows. I dont need to tell her" she mumbles, looking down at the ground. "You don't think she would like hearing it from you? Considering how close yall are." He says as they approach a building. "Yea. I guess." She wants to tell you. She wants to tell you everything. About how pretty you are, how she loves when the sun hits your curls just right, how badly she wants you to push her down and stick your tounge in her-

"Shit." Her thoughts are cut off as her and Joel hear clickers. "Careful." He warns. She nods as she pulls out her knife. "Sounds like they're coming from both ways. You go that way. Yell if you need help." Joel whispers. She nods walking in the other direction.

Her steps are precise and quiet as she approaches the infected. There are two. Easy. She's dealt with more before. She sneaks up behind one, and plunges the knife in it's throat. It screeches and struggles against her hold. She didnt notice the other one behind her. It grabs onto her, trying to bite. She groans as she tries to get out of its hold.

The one infront of her finally falls limp. She lets it go as she tries to turn around. Her knife falls out of her hand and the clickers grip becomes stronger. She screams and cries and she thinks of....you. She thinks about your smile and the way your nose twitches when you're mad. She thinks about that laugh and those dimples that come out with it. She thinks of you and she uses all her strength and pushes herself out of the clickers grip.

She grabs her gun out of her holster and quickly shoots it in the head. It falls. She gasps. She gasps for air and her hearts beating a hundred miles a minute. Joel comes running around the corner, stopping when he realizes shes already killed them. "You okay kiddo?" He pants. She nods. "Yea." She says quietly.

She doesnt say anything on the way back. Only thinking of you. Once they arrive back, she makes a beeline towards your house. She pounds on the door, her mind racing.

There you are. In all your beauty. Sporting a tank top and some shorts. You look like you had just woken up considering your messy hair and puffy eyes. "Ellie?" She drops her head as her lip trembles. "El whats wrong?" You ask with a concerned voice, stepping closer towards her. You hear her sniffle and your heart breaks.

You love Ellie more than anything. She's always listened to you and been there for you. When you went through your first breakup, when your patrol horse passed away, even when there was a baby spider in your room and you were too afraid to kill it. Seeing her like this hurts you.

"Come on Els." You walk her inside, sitting her down on your couch. You sit next to her and place your hand on her knee. "Talk to me." You plead. She sighs and shifts on the couch. "I just- it was alot of infected. Im fine." She mumbles. You didnt want to push her further. You know she'll talk about it on her own time. "Do you wanna lay down? We can watch a movie." You suggest. She nods. "Yea. That sounds nice."

You two head to your room and look for a movie while Ellie lays down on your bed. You settle on Star Wars. A classic. And one of Ellies favorites. You settle in beside her and pull her close. She rests her head on your shoulder as your arms wraps around her waist.

Maybe one day she'll be able to tell you how much she loves you.