#its okay honey just say you're a switch

[lith-myathar]

this might be a smidge too raw but do you ever wonder about the things your heart wants that it expresses through fiction as catharsis? do you ever worry that what your heart is saying is "i don't feel worthy of love, so i want it to hurt?"

[ddejavvu]

Hi!!! How are you? I just wanna share an idea I had while watching criminal minds a couple of days ago. Spencer's rambling about something, and his girlfriend just tells him to shut up🥺 but it's because she's having a migraine or a headache and idk he ends up taking care of her and it's so very sweet (yes I struggle with migraines)

Spencer's used to the words from just about everyone else in his life. JJ will groan, throwing in a laugh like that makes it better, and plead, "Shut up, Spence,". Rossi won't look up from his paperwork, his voice dry as he drawls, "Shut up." It might be the phrase that Derek says most to him, whenever Reid manages to prove him wrong with a particular statistic: "Oh, shut up, pretty boy."

But he's not used to hearing it from you, in your voice. When he does, when you bury your face in your pillow and groan, "Shut up!" He falters, stuttering to a halt in the middle of the phenomenon he'd been explaining.

He's not a medical doctor, but he's certain that this severe of a chest ache should not go unmonitored. He muscles it down, swallowing it, "What?"

"My head hurts," You whine, and some of the ache lessens, like sand swept away by a wave, "And- and I just need it quiet, Spence, can you please turn off the tv? You can finish telling me about radiocarbon dating later."

Oh, Spencer breathes deeply, you're hurt. That's why. That's okay.

"I'm sorry, honey," He's able to get his voice to not wobble, even though mere seconds ago, he wasn't sure he'd be able to speak at all. He switches off the television and sets the remote down gently so that it doesn't clatter against the nightstand, easing down onto the mattress and reaching out a tentative hand to stroke your shoulder.

"Is that better?" He murmurs, and little by little, your perceived annoyance with him and his subsequent heartache eases away and in its place comes concern.

"A little," You nod, shying away from his touch, "Just- m'too sensitive to cuddle, Spencer. Sorry. Can we just go to bed?"

He nods, then remembers you can't see him where your eyes are scrunched shut, "Mhm. Lemme- uh, lemme get you some water for tomorrow morning."

"Thanks," You whimper, hit with another wave of nausea-inducing head pain. Spencer hurries to the kitchen, previously racing heart now slow and steady as he assumes the role of caretaker. Whatever little shred of Spencer's soul was still wounded after misunderstanding your request is soothed when he hears your voice, croaky and weak, call out a, "Love you, Spence." as he leaves the room.

He doesn't call back to you, refusing to raise his voice louder than he has to. But he replies when he's back in bed, pressing a feather light kiss to your flushed forehead and whispering, "Love you too, angel."

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

You're my ruin (but you're mine)

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 28

Prompt: Pining

Rated: E

Tags: No UD AU; Record label owner Eddie; waiter Steve; sex worker Steve; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; blowjobs

Notes: Part of my Upside Diner mini series

“How d’you wanna do this?” 

Eddie, who’s been fiddling with the dimmer switch and drifting off into a spiral of frantic thoughts, jumps and whirls. Which turns out to be a mistake, because the image that greets him does nothing to alleviate his nerves. 

Steve is seated on his bed, the hazy light bringing out the highlights in his hair and the golden specks in his eyes. He came over straight from his job at the diner, so he’s still in the tiny shorts and knee-high socks, the shirt that’s just shy of too tight. The silly smiley face on the name tag beams up at Eddie. 

Steve is not smiling. 

“Did you listen to a single word I said?” he scowls. 

“Erm…” Eddie says. “You were talking about your rules?” 

Steve nods, unimpressed, and ticks them off on his fingers while Eddie walks over to the bed. 

“No name calling. No sweethearts or darlings or honeys and most certainly no whores or bitches or sluts. No hair-pulling and no slapping.” As he comes closer, Eddie catches sight of the fading bruise on Steve’s lip, where his last customer broke that particular rule. “And no kissing. Got it?” 

“Yes, sir,” Eddie quips, clicking his heels together. “Wait, can I call you sir?”

Steve gives him a look. “Don’t make this weird, Eddie.” 

Eddie thinks it’s already plenty weird, but he keeps his mouth shut. He was the one who suggested this, after all. 

“Okay,” Steve says, all calm and business-like. “How should we go about this? Anything you want? Things I should know about?”

That I’m in love with you, Eddie wants to say. That I’ve wanted you since we were teenagers. That I want you in so many more ways than this. That it scares the shit out of me. That you can’t ever know, because then you’d leave, and I don’t think I could take that. That I’d rather have you like this than never have you at all. 

“Nah,” he says. “Just do your thing, man. You’re the pro, right?” 

Steve huffs a dry laugh. 

“Yeah, right,” he says. “I’ll leave the uniform on. It does things for you, doesn’t it?” 

Eddie’s mouth goes dry. Those pretty eyes look up at him, and for a horrible second, he’s convinced they saw right through him. But then Steve gives himself a shake and the moment breaks. 

And then he drops to his knees and Eddie’s world spins off its axis. 

He’s fully hard before Steve’s fingers even brush the crotch of his jeans, and Steve must notice, because his eyes flick up, large and surprised. In the low bedroom light, Eddie imagines he sees a blush spread over the bridge of his nose. Then, Steve lowers his gaze and focuses on his task. 

Eddie’s belt and fly come open with practised ease, and desire coils in his abdomen, tight and hot and so urgent it’s almost painful, and he needs to bite down on his own bottom lip to keep himself from blurting out something stupid. How this is going too fast. How they need to slow down or he’ll come in his boxers before Steve so much as gets his hands on him. But then Steve pulls him out, hand wrapping firm and steady around his base, and it’s too late for second thoughts. 

Eddie makes a sound - a low, pathetic thing somewhere between a moan and a gasp and a whine - but this time, Steve doesn’t pause to check in on him. Instead, he shuffles closer, and then the tickle of a breath against his leaking tip is all the warning Eddie gets before he’s engulfed in that warm, wet, beautiful mouth. 

It’s heaven. Steve’s throat constricting around him as he slowly takes him all the way down. It’s hell. Steve’s tongue teasing the underside of his cock, Steve’s hands sliding up his thighs for leverage. Eddie moans, trying to keep his hips from twitching, but Steve squeezes his ass as if to signal it’s okay, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. Still, he tries to go gently as he starts to fuck into Steve’s mouth, allowing Steve to control the pace and rhythm of it. His fingers twitch, eager to bury themselves in that gorgeous swoop of hair, so he crosses them behind his own head, pulling on his curls until his scalp hurts, watching through half-lidded eyes how Steve bobs back and forth on his cock. 

He was planning on warning Steve before his climax, give him time to pull off, but it comes out of nowhere and with enough force to make his vision black out. When he regains his senses, he feels Steve swallow around his length, and the thought of Steve drinking down his come makes his softening cock jump again. Steve swallows it all without complaint, pulling off only once Eddie has spilled every last drop. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathes, finally finding his words as Steve tucks him back into his pants and climbs to his feet, shaking out his numb legs. “That was … wow.” 

“Glad to hear it,” Steve says, and for the blink of an eye, Eddie catches sight of his smile. Boyish and bashful and a little smug. It makes him wanna do stupid things. Things Steve explicitly said weren’t allowed. “Next week, same time?” 

Eddie blinks. “I- … yeah. Yeah, okay. I’ll- … Lemme walk you out?” 

“It’s okay, I know the way,” Steve says, wiping a stray drop of white off his lips as he shrugs into his shoes. Eddie’s spent cock twitches in his jeans. “See you at the diner tomorrow.”

Then he’s gone. Just like that. Eddie waits until he hears the sound of the apartment door closing before he sags heavily onto his bed and buries his face in his hands, wondering what on earth he has gotten himself into.

Pining for Steve Harrington like a hopeless idiot while getting his dick sucked by the very man. Eddie Munson, ladies and gents! To be continued ...

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello! For your consideration, I was thinking of a Tech hurt/ comfort fic. The reader is hurt after a mission and Tech helps aid them. Maybe the injury isn’t close to being lethal, but it’s not good either. Ooo, I was about to say they’re in a relationship, but what if they are close but haven’t realized how much they deeply care until now.

By Your Side

Tech x Reader

Summary- During an escape from the Empire, you break your arm. Tech is quick to be at your side, fixing you up. At the intensity of the situation, feelings are revealed. DESCRIPTIONS OF BROKEN BONES!

A/N- Hi, honey! Thanks for requesting! I LOVE this prompt! Such a cute idea. <3 <3

Word Count- 1,549

SNAP

A gasp left your mouth, just before a scream. It took a couple seconds for your brain to register what had happened. You simply stared at your left arm, white peaking out on your forearm.

Another wail erupted, pain shooting up your arm. You left it in your shoulder as well.

The previous events finally caught up to you.

You were trying to redirect power in a crashed Imperial vessel. Cid had sent you all to get any valuables on the ship.

Luckily for you all, the ship was mostly abandoned. Plus, there was expensive equipment left on board that could be sold back to the Empire through a third party.

Hunter, Omega, and Wrecker had been headed back to The Marauder to haul parts of the medical technology back to Ord Mantell.

Things were moving smoothly until a fleet arrived. Apparently the Empire had also sent their own men to retrieve the equipment. Clones raided the ship, you and Tech struggled to stay unseen.

"Keep down." He instructed, you followed his order.

"Hunter, meet at the pickup zone. We are currently escaping through an air duct." Tech whispered through his Comms.

The position you were in had you flushed, crawling on your hands and knees was uncomfortable. Tech right behind you doing the same made you a little self conscious.

It wasn't a secret to Omega and Hunter that you liked Tech. Hunter picked up on your heart rate increase around Tech, and the way you grew nervous over simple activities with him. His heightened senses gave you away. Omega, on the other hand, had a knack for picking up your subtle blush when he talked on and on about something you didn't understand.

She teased you about it sometimes, and Hunter paid little mind. Wrecker was clueless, as usual.

"Are you okay? You're breathing heavily." Tech spoke quietly to you, concerned.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. Its just- its a tight space..." You responded, Tech hummed to let you know he heard you. Though, you doubt he believed your petty excuse.

The duct came to an end, a barred frame was the only thing blocking your escape.

You pushed at it, and when it didn't budge- you shuffled around and tried to kick.

"Not even a dent."

"I'll have to blast it, move behind me." He answered.

You leaned back, trying to contort yourself was a struggle in the small vent. There was no way to change positions without crossing over him.

"Sorry..." You mumbled out, flustered as your chest was soon snugly pressed into his.

He stopped moving for a moment, you both rested an inch from each other. "There is no reason to be. This was my plan."

You stuttered, "This?"

He let out a single breathy laugh. "Ah, no. Escaping through the air duct. Our predicament is only a consequence of that decision. Therefore, this is my fault. Not yours."

You gave a shy nod. As much as you would have loved to spend more time in your position, wasting time was not a luxury you had.

The two of you continued to switch spots, you were now behind him.

"After I blast it, the Imperial troops will be alerted of our location. We will need to be swift. Just follow me, I've been tracking our coordinates." He glanced over his shoulder when he spoke.

"After blast, run like crazy?"

"Sure. I guess you could put it that way." You smiled at his words.

You crouched down behind him as he pulled his blaster trigger.

It wasn't very loud, but enough for some kind of siren to go off.

Tech quickly crawled out, then waited for you to do the same. He grabbed your arm, pulling you up to him.

At that, the two of you took off. A few shots rang out, but nothing close enough to get you.

You were able to see The Marauder hovering above, peaking out of the tree leaves.

Maybe your mind was still hazy from the vent, or maybe you got cocky from seeing the ship.

Either way, when a blast was shot close to your feet it distracted you long enough to trip and fall...

"Tech!" You managed to gasp out, besides your screams. You didn't have to though, as he was at your side before you could yell a second time.

He didn't say a word, he was too focused on you. For once, he had nothing to say. His veins were struck with your screams. He'd never been so frightened in his life.

You found yourself propped against a tree, unable to walk. It seemed like you also did something to your leg. Tech was more concerned with your arm, though.

He held it gently, working steadily. It was incredibly painful, but you trusted him to know what he was doing.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you up with a strength you forgot he had.

In your pain stricken state, you did nothing but cling to the man holding you. He started to bring you to The Marauder as fast as he could.

You passed out before you made it, slumping into Techs arms.

Hours later you awoke, a dull throbbing in your leg and left arm. It hurt incredibly to move either, you sucked in with a hiss at the pain.

At the noise, Tech appeared at your side.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, eyes on his datapad.

"Not too good... My arm it-" You looked down at it, wrapped perfectly and tight in a white gauze.

"Yes, you managed to break where your ulna crosses your radius. I performed a minor surgery on it, with the proper care you will make a full recovery." He said, head still down.

You swallowed, what could be so important on his datapad. You apparently just had surgery and broke two bones! "What are you doing?" You tried not to sound passive aggressive.

"Checking your vitals. I am concerned with your risk of infection." He said, now looking up at you.

"Oh..." You felt silly now.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, Tech then reached for your good arm. He set the datapad down, his full attention on you now. He guided you to sit up.

"When you fell," He gently rotated your arm to be palm up. "Your arm was like this." He turned your wrist. With the lightest touch you'd ever felt, he traced the outline of your two bones on your forearm. "See how they cross? You were unlucky, just breaking the ulna or radius would be a much easier fix. We will need to stabilize both now."

He was referencing some sort of cast.

"I have it wrapped now, as the bone did pierce your skin." He said.

"Thank you..."

"Of course, you needed medical attention. I am more than capable of administering it."

You bit down on your lip, very careful to notice he was still holding your wrist gently.

"No, I mean. Thank you, for saving me..."

He released your wrist, resting his hand next to your thigh. "Oh, well, you are welcome."

It was quiet again. You sheepishly scanned the room, trying not to look at him.

"I was, I-" He took a deep breath. "When you screamed, I felt... I was..." He thought on what word applied best. "Scared."

You tried to reassure him, "I'm okay now."

"I thought you had been shot." He couldn't meet your eye.

You shuffled closer, as much as you were able. "Tech-"

"I've never felt like that before." He admitted, now looking at you.

You reached your right arm out, a hand on his cheek.

With your name leaving his lips, "You are special. I recognize that- that my feelings for you are more exaggerated than anyone else."

Your cheeks felt hot, you were sure they were colored. "Tech, I completely understand the feeling.."

"You do?" He questioned, almost like he was writing mental notes down.

"Yes. I feel the exact same way." You confessed. "About who?" He got slightly defensive, stiffening up.

With a suppressed laugh, you smirked. "You."

He clicked his tongue, almost as a 'Eureka' moment.

Your thumb moved up and down on his cheek. You were unsure what he was comfortable doing with the new information. Though, knew he'd stop you if he was put off by you.

At that thought, you leaned in. Your heart swelled when he did the same, your lips meeting. He was soft, slow, and full of meaning. He was still aware of your injuries. You, however, forgot the second your lips touched his.

It was all promptly followed by a gasp of pain by you, as the leaning put pressure on your leg.

"Oh, you also fractured your fibula. Perhaps we shall continue later." He ran a finger up your leg, showing you where it was. It was an innocent act, but your brain didn't care. You were red as a tomato.

His datapad beeped, he picked it up. "Are you okay? Your heart rate has significantly increased the past minute." He looked at you warily.

His lack of recognition of your embarrassment just made your heart beat faster. "Yes, Tech. I'll be fine..." You said, a laugh finally breaking free at his confused face.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading!

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[lesbiankimdahyun]

good evening i've been um.,,.,. Thinking about GP!Momo lately...

CW: degradation, light bdsm (Momo slaps R, has control over her but it’s CONSENSUAL)

The bed shakes as Momo plows into you, her favorite little stress reliever. She’s been extra vocal in bed this time and it only sends you further and further into subspace. “You’re so pathetic,” she says with a grunt, greedily stuffing more of her cock inside you. “Look how wet your pussy got for me after I called you stupid. Do you really like that?” She notices you looking at her breasts instead of her eyes and promptly slaps the side of your face, making you look up at her with a moan. 

“Dumb little slut, is my body that distracting to you?” Momo’s voice is a mix of honey and venom and your cheek burns as you watch her lips move. “Can’t even answer me when you’re being fucked, huh? At least you take my cock well.” 

Her words sink deeply into your head. You relish being degraded like this, talked down to  and humiliated until your body and mind are free range for Momo to wreak havoc on. Your eyes are hooded, your mouth open. Her cock fills you so deeply, it takes almost all of your energy just to keep your eyes on her and pant with each of her thrusts. 

“That’s it, baby,” she coos, one hand moving closer to grip your throat lightly. “Keep that pretty little head nice and empty for me. No need to try and think-- I know you can’t. Not when your sweet little cunt is being filled, right? I’ll do all the thinking for you.” 

Both of you pant heavily, sweat forming across both of your brows. Your pussy clenches around her length eagerly, and Momo laughs at the lewd squelching sounds. 

“Damn, baby,” she says with an amused huff. “You really like this? Maybe next time I should offer you to Jihyo first if you wanna be used so badly.” You look up at her and her hand around your neck loosens for a moment. She meets your gaze readily, challenging you to call her bluff.  

Except, you realize, she really means it. And you’d let her.

You nod a little, making her smirk.

“Oh, now you can respond?” she says, gritting her teeth. Her hand finds its place around your throat again, gripping a little tighter this time. “God, you’d really let me share you with anyone as long as they’d breed you, huh? You’re really fucking filthy, aren’t you?”

Her pace is merciless now and you cry out, scrabbling to grab onto her, any part of her for some support. Your hands claw at her back and arms but by this point it’s nearly useless– you were both about to reach your peaks. 

“Don't forget, you easy little whore,” Momo leans down to purr in your ear, “No matter who I let touch you… you belong to me.”

Your jaw drops, but no sound comes out. It’s enough to send you both over the edge– knowing that not only would you let Momo say the most degrading things to you again, but she would let you be passed off to one of her friends like the toy you so badly wanted to be. 

You come at the same time. She’s surprised since you usually come after her, but it adds even more to both of your pleasure and she shudders a little, spilling into you with a sharp exhale. 

Momo thrusts a few more times into you, wanting to make sure you're nice and bred before she finally starts to come down a bit from her high. She peers down at you, making sure you’re okay while the two of you are still connected at the hips. It’s that tiny slip— that microsecond of tenderness while she’s still in a more dominant headspace that flips a switch in you, making you a little more desperate suddenly.

As Momo catches her breath, you whine a little, moving your hips with her still inside you.

“Baby?” She watches your hips start to find their own rhythm as you work fervently to grind down on her. Her cock was still hard but sensitive; she wasn’t quite ready to go again. 

“N-need more,” you whine pathetically, finally finding your voice as you started to fuck yourself on her cock. 

“Fuck,” Momo replies, sucking in her breath. She watches as you begin to mewl, desperate for stimulation, and some of her sensitivity subsides. She still couldn’t fuck you, but she hums from the pleasure of you working yourself around her cock. “You’re unbelievable,” she says, her tone cruel as ever. “You just came and already need more? Cock-hungry slut.” 

You can only nod and whine, reaching for her. She denies you of being able to hold onto her, instead taking your hands and pinning them down to the side of the bed. “Ah, ah," she says. "You wanna come so bad? Keep riding.” Momo watches in satisfactory amusement while you do just that, working yourself back up to the edge of another orgasm. 

It doesn’t take long at all. Your body is incredibly sensitive like hers and it's borderline overwhelming, but you can’t stop. Momo lets out a low moan, watching you intently. Her gaze makes you feel small and exposed as she watches you squirm and whine, your hips gyrating and thrusting desperately while you rub away at your soaked clit. 

“Go on baby,” she purrs, seeing your own slick start to drip down your fingers. “Come on my cock again, I know you want to.” 

It’s as close as you’ve ever gotten to coming on command. Your breath hitches and you gush around her length, trembling and gasping. Momo, feeling you clench around her cock, bites back a moan. She’s ready to have at you again but holds back, releasing your hands from being held down and leaning in to kiss your sweaty forehead instead.  

She brushes her hand against your cheek lightly, admiring the redness from her earlier slap and you relax into her touch. When you’re finally able to, you sit up a bit and Momo slides out of you slowly. Your cum runs down her stiff cock, making her dick twitch with want as she watches a mix of both of your cum leak out of you. You’ve made a mess on the sheets again, but Momo never minds cleaning you up (or the sheets). 

The two of you sit back together for a minute or so, and then Momo helps you stand. You wobble unsteadily on your feet, barely able to speak. In lieu of your voice, you plant appreciative kisses along her cheek and neck, making Momo laugh lightly. 

“Baby,” she says, gripping your ass in her hand. “You’ve been so good and I understand if you’re too tired…but if I hold you up, do you think you could take me once more in the shower?”

Your eyes light up immediately. “Yes,” you breathe eagerly. You will your tired body to lead the way for her, but she holds onto your arm, slowing you down so you won’t fall on shaky legs. “Easy, jagi,” she murmurs, a smile at the corner of her lips. “One more time and then we’ll clean you up and get some rest, yeah?”

[sativariddle]

Hi! if you're okay with doing requests I'd like to request one, with George x Weird girl reader type thing? Like she's kind of off in her own world most of the time, she has odd hobbies and people don't really pay attention to her but George notices her, something along those lines if you could do that I'd really appreciate it!! You don't have to of course, but I really love your works and would love to see your spin on this!

AUTHOR’S NOTE; got a little carried away bc this ask made me kick my feet in the air. I LOVEEE ITT enjoy!!

hogwarts had always been noisy.

the corridors hummed. footsteps echoing on stone, distant laughter slipping through secret passageways, the occasional bang of a rogue spell gone wrong.

but for you, it was quieter than most would expect.

you drifted through it like a ghost, not because you were shy but because you simply existed differently.

while other students rushed to classes, fretting over essays and quidditch matches, you paused to trace the cracks in the walls, wondering how many years it took for a stone to fracture like that.

you memorized the way shadows stretched long and thin before dinner, how they seemed to yawn alongside you.

you were the girl who collected oddly shaped rocks and swore they had personalities. the girl who believed puddles were portals if you stared into them long enough. the girl with ink-stained fingertips and star charts folded into every pocket.

george weasley never meant to notice you.

at first, you were just another blur in the chaotic tapestry at hogwarts.

a background character.

but then, there was the moment—small, insignificant to anyone else, but the kind of moment that sticks to you like honey.

it was a thursday, overcast and gray, with a drizzle that made the castle smell like wet stone and old parchment.

george was late for transfiguration, sprinting down the corridor with fred, both laughing breathlessly after pulling a prank that left filch covered in enchanted feathers.

rounding a corner too sharply, george collided with something—or rather, someone.

books scattered. a glass jar slipped from your hands, shattering dramatically against the stone floor, releasing what looked like… marbles? no. tiny glass orbs filled with swirling colors, like miniature galaxies trapped inside.

george blinked, stunned, as you dropped to your knees, frantically trying to scoop them up, your expression more devastated over the broken jar than the fact you’d just been bulldozed.

“oi—sorry ‘bout that,” george managed, kneeling to help. he picked up one of the orbs, holding it to the dim light.

the colors inside shifted like liquid stardust. “what are these?”

you didn’t even glance at him. “they’re memories.”

george snorted, thinking you were joking. “right. whose?”

now you looked at him, gaze sharp and distant at once, like you were staring through him rather than at him. “no one’s yet. they’re empty.”

fred, impatient, called from down the hall, “come on, georgie!”

george hesitated, then set the orb gently in your palm. you didn’t say thank you, just cradled it carefully, as if he’d handed you something fragile.

that should’ve been the end of it.

but it wasn’t.

because after that day, george couldn’t stop noticing you.

it’s strange, really—how you can see someone once, and then suddenly they’re everywhere.

like the universe flipped a switch, unlocked a new character, and now they’re woven into the background of every scene.

the way you sat alone in the library, sketching constellations in the margins of your notes. how you whispered to plants in the herbology greenhouse as if they could hear you.

the time he saw you crouched by the lake, holding a mirror to the water, watching the reflection ripple like it was telling you its secrets.

you were odd.

and that intrigued him more than he cared to admit.

weeks had passed, and george found himself seeking you out without meaning to. not in an obvious way—just little things.

sitting closer to you in the great hall, though you never seemed to notice.

lurking around the library under the pretense of “studying” (fred never bought that excuse). even lingering in the corridors you frequented, pretending to tie his shoelace when you walked by.

he’d done a few things he wasn’t proud of just to catch your attention, but you were never easy to impress.

you remained oblivious.

until the day you caught him.

it was charms class.

george had been doodling nonsense in his notebook—half listening, half watching you from across the room as you carefully crafted what looked like a miniature solar system with floating, enchanted marbles.

after class, george tried to be smooth.

he sidled up beside you as you had already packed your things.

“so,” he began, trying for casual. “are you secretly a cosmic witch, or do you just like making tiny planets for fun?”

you didn’t even flinch. just looked at him with those unreadable eyes and said flatly, “why do you keep staring at me?”

george choked on his own charm.

“staring? i wasn’t��staring. i was just—observing. there’s a difference.”

“observing implies intent,” you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “so what’s your intent, weasley?”

he had nothing.

no clever comeback, no witty retort.

just an awkward, “dunno. you’re interesting.”

that made you pause.

not blush. not smile.

just pause, like you were processing the word as if no one had ever used it on you before.

you replied, “people think i’m strange.”

george smirked. “strange’s just interesting with a bad reputation.”

── ⌗ ꒰ time jump ꒱

their friendship—or whatever strange thing it was—grew like ivy. not fast or obvious, but quietly persistent.

george learned you loved thunderstorms because they made the world feel honest. that you hated pumpkin juice but drank it anyway because you simply liked the color.

that you collected lost buttons from the corridors, claiming they were “tiny artifacts of forgotten moments.”

you keep a notebook filled with sketches of clouds, each one named and assigned a personality; gregory, the anxious cumulus, always on the verge of unraveling, and beatrice, the dramatic cirrus, stretching herself too thin just to be noticed.

you insist some clouds are in love with each other, their shapes shifting to stay close even when the wind pulls them apart.

you collect broken things—buttons with only two holes, cracked teacups, watches that no longer tick.

you believe imperfections tell better stories, that something flawed has lived more, felt more.

your dorm shelf is a tiny graveyard of beautiful, useless objects, each piece quietly existing, cherished simply because you decided they mattered.

you believe stepping over the same floor tile twice in a day brings bad luck. so you walk in zig-zags, completely serious, as if defying invisible curses stitched into the stone.

you think the grand staircase is alive, its moods dictating where it leads.

you thank it politely when it takes you the right way, as if it could hold a grudge.

you claim certain books whisper to you—that’s why you never pick them logically.

you run your fingers along spines until one hums beneath your touch, and that’s the one you choose.

and somewhere along the way, he realizes—he doesn’t just find your oddities entertaining. he finds them beautiful. because you notice things no one else does.

little, ordinary things most people overlook. and somehow, impossibly, you noticed him too.

but have you noticed?

have you noticed the way he’s liked you since the day he saw you.

have you noticed the way his body always leans into yours without thinking, drawn to you like your clouds in the wind.

have you realized that your warmth—simple, effortless—has been keeping him from the cold far longer than you know?

you had learned that george weasley was more than jokes and pranks.

that he laughed loud to fill silences that scared him. that he was brilliant with spells but terrible at remembering homework. that he carried grief like a hidden scar, tucked beneath his humor.

how, even though his hair is naturally messy, he can’t help but sometimes try different styles in front of a mirror, looking for a new, slightly better look—though he still always ends up with that signature wild hair.

when he’s on his own, he often talks to himself like he’s in a conversation with fred, sometimes even practicing jokes or brainstorming business ideas aloud.

when george is feeling stuck, he might have an internal debate out loud, weighing two sides of an argument like he’s trying to convince someone else.

his tone goes from passionate to ridiculous as he switches “sides,” eventually laughing at himself for how seriously he takes it all.

he’ll sit with a cup of tea or a crystal ball, pretending to read the future. “ah, i see… danger… or possibly just dinner. maybe a bit of both,” he’ll murmur to no one in particular, fully invested in the act for a few minutes before fred would burst out in laughter.

one night, near christmas, you both sat at the top of the astronomy tower, wrapped in blankets against the biting cold.

fred was off somewhere with lee jordan, and george had claimed he needed ‘fresh air.’

you talked about the stars, as always.

you pointed out constellations, tracing them with your finger in the sky.

george watched you more than the stars.

“do you ever feel like you don’t fit?” you asked quietly, breath visible in the cold air.

“all the time,” he admitted, surprising himself.

you glanced at him, expression soft.

“but you’re…you. you’re funny and loud and—”

“doesn’t mean you fit,” he interrupted gently.

he was right. people pick and choose—no one truly fits in. you just have to let everyone be themselves. it’s better than pretending, though george has mastered the art of that.

you didn’t look through him. you looked at him.

“i have a gift for you,” you said, breaking the silence as you reached into the pocket of your hoodie.

george cleared his throat; you always had a way of turning his thoughts into a tangled mess.

you turned toward him, suddenly shy as you held it out. a small, unassuming package wrapped in crinkled parchment, tied with a piece of deep blue thread.

george frowned.

he tore the present open with impatient hands.

he was always a little too eager, a little too curious for his own good. his mother liked to remind him that kind of curiosity could get him killed.

he thought differently.

driven by curiosity, he took the time to get to know you.

inside the box was a single glass orb.

a marble.

but not just any marble.

it was the same one from the day they’d collided—the day he’d knocked your books flying and picked up one of your tiny galaxies. only now, it was different.

no longer empty.

inside, colors swirled more vividly than before—brighter, richer— purple and deep crimson threads twisting together in a cosmic dance.

it pulsed faintly in his palm, warm despite the winter chill. george turned it over in his fingers. “what’s in it now?”

you didn’t answer immediately.

instead, you reached into your pocket, pulling out your wand “hold it,” you instructed softly.

george obeyed, the orb resting snugly in his palm. then, with a delicate flick of your wand, you tapped it lightly.

the world shifted.

george felt weightless—like the floor had vanished, like he’d been pulled through a bubble, thin as soap film. light blurred around him, colors stretching and folding until—

he was standing… somewhere else.

it was hogwarts, but not as he’d just left it.

the corridors were slightly hazy, as if viewed through frosted glass. and there—across the hall—was himself.

with a grin too wide to be confident, balancing a teetering stack of enchanted objects. fireworks tucked under one arm, a fanged frisbee spinning dangerously in the other hand, and—merlin’s beard—was that a bouquet of flowers made entirely of self-inflating balloons?

george groaned. he knew exactly when this was.

the day he’d tried to impress you.

it had been weeks after their first proper conversation, and he’d decided—against all reason— over-the-top display of “weasley charm.”

it had gone terribly.

in the memory, george watched his past self approach you, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor near a window, sketching in your notebook.

“greetings, oddball!” memory-george announced far too loudly, startling a nearby first-year. “got something for you!”

you looked up, quill paused mid-stroke.

memory-george attempted a dramatic flourish “behold!” he tossed the bouquet with a triumphant grin.

the bouquet exploded.

not with confetti. not with sparks.

with an actual bang.

the self-inflating balloons detonated mid-air, sending scraps of rubber and glitter everywhere.

the fanged frisbee panicked, bit memory-george’s ear, and the fireworks—oh, sweet merlin— the fireworks ignited prematurely, shooting sparks down the corridor, causing chaos.

memory-george stood in the aftermath, covered in soot, ear bleeding slightly, with nothing but his charred dignity.

you blinked slowly. then said, in your usual monotone:

“…was that supposed to happen?”

real george groaned, rubbing his face. “i can’t believe you kept this.”

but then something veered.

because the memory didn’t stop there.

in the scene, as memory-george turned to flee, humiliated;

you smiled. just the tiniest bit.

a smile hidden when he wasn’t looking. a soft, secret curve of your lips as you watched him walk away.

the memory faded, colors dissolving until george was back on the astronomy tower, the marble still warm in his palm.

you stood there, quietly watching him.

george cleared his throat, heart pounding. “you—you kept that? that disaster?”

you shrugged. “it wasn’t a disaster to me.”

it wasn’t. the way he tried so hard to keep everyone from panicking while the chaos seemed endless—it made you laugh. you found it cute how panicked he was.

[dirtybitfic]

Okay so basically one day Matt is crying and y/n finds him and she goes to comfort him obviously and puts his head in her lap so his head in on her thighs,so she is just praising him and telling him it’s gna be okay and he’s so perfect and all that yap and then he starts to kiss her things slowly and gets higher in her thighs with the kissed and she’s hesitant at first so she like “Matt..” and he says something like “need ur pussy” “please let me taste you” and he’s just really subby but also kinda dom idk so she lets him open her things and he just go crazy making her feel good and he’s just so pussy drunk and he’s whispering thing like “my pussy” love this pussy” and he just rlly wants to make her cum and hear her moans

I put my whole pussy into this

you shore mf did put your whole pussy into this and I love it sooo... here you GOOOO!!!!

Need it

matt x y/n

contains ~ smutt, head(fem receiving ) , switch matt, sub-y/n character , use of nick names like~ baby & ma.

Y/n pov~

I just got out of the shower and dried off deciding to blow dry my hair so I didn't get matts pillows wet since i'm planning on chilling in his room most of the day . Chris and nick went out for a couple work meetings but Matt stayed back saying he wasn't feeling up to it.

I just finished drying my hair then threw my wet towels in the washer so Matt didn't have to do it later . I decided I wanted some tea so I went to the kitchen and made myself a mint tea with honey and made my way back to matts room.

when I opened the door I saw Matt laying curled up , thinking he was asleep I walked quietly to the other side of the bed and set my tea down . Then I heard small sniffles and immediately looked over at Matt to see a small tear streaming down the side of his face. Seeing him cry always breaks my heart he's such a sweet person and he's one of my best friends . We relate to each other with anxiety and depression so when one of us is upset we always go to each other for comfort .

I immediately sit down and run my hand gently down his back .

Matt what's wrong talk to me I say as he rolls over and looks at me with red puffy eyes .

I d-dont know I just- he starts crying more and I pat my lap for him to put his head down . He lays his head on my thighs and holds me around the waist.

shhh I know its okay I coo as I run my hands through his hair gently.

I just i've been so stressed with filming lately and -- I feel like i'm not putting in enough effort he chokes out as he squeezes me a little tighter.

I know it can be stressful filming so much but you're doing so well you know . I think you put in great effort and I think the fans do to .

I just- I don't know i'm just ugh... chris and nick are always pestering me when we film because I have a bad attitude and they embarrass me all the time he chokes out as his breathing starts to slowly go back to normal.

I know they get on your nerves a lot but you know thats just the way they are . Chris loves to get under everyones skin cause he gets a kick out of it and nick just likes to rial you up to get you to be more energetic . I try to reason with his feelings by pointing out thats just the way his brothers show their love .

I know you're right I just think i've been stressed and getting a bit aggravated with everything else because of it he says as he takes a couple deep breaths .

I know and you know i'm always here for you . You've been doing so good with the content and I know as aggravated as you've been you've done such a good job at creating content that you and the viewers enjoy . Its all gone be okay just take some time away from them to calm down if thats what's you need . I say and he nuzzles his face into my thigh . I find it cute but then he places a small kiss on my thigh catching me off guard.

He softly starts kissing my lower thigh as he starts kissing up my leg getting close to my inner thigh. Even though it feels good he's in a vulnerable state and I don't want him doing something he might regret.

matt... your vulnerable right now I don't think this is a good idea I say with a tinge of worry in my tone.

he places a kiss on my inner thigh before looking up at me .

please I need to taste you he says in a slightly whiney tone that turns me on .

i... are you sure I ask looking down at him .

he smiles and shakes his head.

yes please I let me taste you I need it

okay ... I answer and his face immediately brightens as he places more kisses on my inner thighs before his hands move to the waistband of my shorts . He slides them down my legs along with my thong.

I help him by kicking them fully off and he grabs onto my thighs spreading them apart. He groans as he immediately dives in licking and sucking . Never in a million years did I think Matt would be going down on me but god datum he's so fucking good at it.

mmm fuck matt s-so good I moan as he sucks on my clit .

he groans into me causing me to buck from the vibrations. He inserts his middle finger into me curling it to hit the perfect spot and I cant stop my legs from shaking .

o-oh my god just like that I moan as I grab onto his hair pulling softly.

god you taste so good he groans then goes back to sucking expertly as his finger move in and out at a fast pace bringing my orgasm close.

f-fuck matt im gonna cum I whine out and he speeds up his finger and flicks his tongue at a fast pace .

come on give it to me I wanna taste your cum so bad he says in a toe that has my eyes rolling back and my orgasm crashing over me .

mmm so good I fucking love this pussy he groans as his finger still works inside of me .

he adds a mother finger and jolt from how sensitive I am from finishing just seconds ago.

oh-my g-god matt fuck I moan as I pull his hair tightly causing him to groan into me .

he curls his fingers moving them at a pace so good I feel pressure building.

he sucks on my sensitive clit and I cant help but scream out.

FUCK MATT OH-G-GOD the pressure is building fast and I know I need to warn his.

m-MATT im g-gonna squirt if you k-keep doing that I cry out

he smirks against me before looking up at me with hooded eyes.

you can do it baby come on give it to he says in a deep raspy tone causing me to bite my lip and throw my head back.

my legs start shaking and the pressure breaks as I squirt all over his face and hand but he doesn't stop . He continues sucking and licking while his fingers still move in and out . Its almost becoming to much so I try and push his head away but he just holds around my thighs tighter and pressing his face deeper into my pussy.

this fucking pussy is mine he growls in a deep voice . He looks so pussy drunk it makes me even wetter just watching him lick me up like i'm the last thing he'll ever taste .

My legs are non stop shaking and i'm overstimulated but I don't think he plans on stopping anytime soon .

His fingers hit a spot that has my back arching and me screaming out .

MATT OH FUCK PLEASE I scream out not knowing what i'm asking for i'm just caught up in the pleasure he's giving me right now.

tell me how good i'm making you feel ma he says as he adds another finger into me making me gasp.

ohh f-fuck good so g-good I moan out as he goes back to licking me up .

I hold onto his face as I shamelessly going into his tongue as another orgasm approaches quickly .

f-fuck matt im gonna c-cum I whine out as he shakes his head side to side giving me extra pleasure.

my back arches and I scream out as my orgasm washes over me and I press his face into my pussy .

all mine he groans as he watches me come down from my high .

i'm so overstimulated I could pass out . My legs are shaking as my body jolts when he sucks on my swollen clit .

MA-MATT I C-CANT I- TOO SENSITIVE I scream out as he curls his fingers up and moving them at such an angle all that can be heard are squelching sounds . I know if he doesn't stop now i'm gonna squirt again and I don't know if I can handle it.

come on give me one more baby I know you can do it he praises as he continues his finger movements and licking .

f-fuck im gonna - I cut myself off by squirting all over him again .

he groans as he slurps up my juices and I moan out his name repeatedly until I come down.

he unlatches his mouth form me and pulls out his fingers licking them clean in the process . Im breathing hard as my legs are shaking.

He leans down kissing a path up my neck to my mouth placing a sweet tender kiss on my lips before pulling away brushing some hair out of my face.

you okay he asks when he sees my face .

yeah that was just... the best head i've ever gotten in my life I say followed by a small giggle . He chuckles softly as he lays down and pulls me into him.

he kisses my head as my breathing calms down .

feeling better? I ask

yeah a lot better he says smiling at me .

Thank you he says as he pulls me even closer

no thank you I say with a smile causing him to laugh.

you know I think now anytime i'm upset that pussy is gonna be my go to cheer up method

i'd be okay with that

we both smile and laugh as we cuddle under the covers and drift off to sleep.

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ Tʀᴇᴀᴛ (Pᴇᴅʀᴏ Pᴀsᴄᴀʟ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Pedro Pascal × Male Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 3,2 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: As a good boyfriend, you plan the best birthday possible for Pedro and you make sure he enjoys every second of it.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: teeth rotting fluff, pet names, flirty joking, smut, switching (like, positions?), licking a stain (if you know what i mean), praise kink, teasing, masturbation, riding, a-fingering, blowjob, rough sex, biting, mentions of marking, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: OKAY HEAR ME OUT ITS PAPIS BDAY AND WE KNOW IT SO HERE YOU GO YOU THIRSTY CREATURES. i dont really like to think of pedro himself in a sex way (like yeah i do think hes hot and sexy and all but i just dont feel fully okay with writing these kind of things for him) so you wont see smutty fics of pedro very often BUT TODAY IS HIS BDAY LETS ENJOY A LITTLE TREAT. i feel like i wrote two different fics here HAHAHAHAHA its just-- the sweet part and the smutty part seem to happen in very different timelines-- i know what i mean (: enjoy <3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Happy birthday", was the first thing he heard when he woke up. And when he opened his eyes, there you were —still in your pajamas but holding a small cupcake with a lit candle on top. What he loved the most was the wide smile displayed on your lips.

"Good morning to you, too", Pedro chuckled and sat up to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "What's this?".

"Just blow out the candle, old man!", you laughed. He did as you commanded. As soon as he was done, you took the candle out and shoved the cupcake in his face, leaving it stained with chocolate.

"Oh, you wicked thing!", he growled with a chuckle, then started licking the chocolate frosting around his mouth. "Did you make it?".

"Yep", you smiled proudly. "You deserved the best cake... cupcake", you corrected yourself. "The cake comes later today", you quickly added.

"I see", he pretended to think for a moment. "Well, in that case, you should have a taste of your cupcake!".

Without giving you any time to react, he pressed his chocolate stained cheek into yours, leaving some of it on your face. You groaned loudly, but still smiled. Then he licked the chocolate off your face before kissing it.

"That was a nice birthday gift", he whispered, then kissed you softly on the lips. "I hope it's not the only one", he grabbed your hips and pulled you close. You put your hands on his chest to keep him at a safe though short distance.

"That comes later today as well", you kissed his nose, your eyes giving him an apologetic look. "You're gonna have to pretend to be patient today, baby".

"Oh, whatever will I do now?", he tilted his head dramatically and kissed you one last time. "Is it a part of my gift?".

"Honey, if you can handle the whole day without being slightly horny, it's gonna be an entire gift in itself".

"Well, that sounds promising", he chuckled, then pulled away, starting to take his sweatpants off to get ready for his morning shower. "Not even a shower quickie?", he turned his head before getting into the bathroom.

"Nope! Patience, I said", you stuck your tongue out to him. Pedro groaned.

"Had to try", you heard him mumble.

You enjoyed a quiet though nice birthday breakfast. Everything was decorated to Pedro's liking —"You know me way too well", he said when he saw it all. And he made sure to kiss every part of your body you allowed him to as a way to thank you. You could tell he was enjoying himself, even though the day, his day, was just starting.

As soon as you both were dressed —needless to say you were left stunned by Pedro's amazing though casual outfit—, you drove to a Mexican restaurant nearby to treat your boyfriend with his favorite meals, which he also thanked you for. You were barely able to solve your "I pay" argument in a while, but you finally convinced him that it was his birthday, and that the food was part of his gift. Still, you could see how he was most likely planning some kind of revenge.

After a while of wandering around in the streets and buying your boyfriend a nice black coffee, it started getting dark and you decided to stop at an Italian restaurant for dinner. He didn't dare to argue with you over who was the one to pay, given the almost endless fight you'd had at lunch time. He had already decided he would let you have that, but he would get back at you for it.

The first thing he did when you got back home was take you in his arms and spin you around in the air as he left small kisses all over your face. And when he put you down, he pulled you in for a nice, tight hug.

"Thank you for today. I loved it all", he whispered in your ear, making your heart swell at the sweet tone of his voice.

"It was nothing, beautiful", you returned the hug. "But it's not over yet", you pulled away, giving him one last kiss before walking into the kitchen. Pedro stood there for a moment just looking at you confused, but he followed you into the kitchen. "No! Stay outside for a minute!", you pushed him out of the room. "Gimme a sec", you closed the door on his face. Once again, he stood there a bit confused. But he shrugged and laughed at your attitude, remembering once again why he was so in love with you. "Okay, you can come in!", you shouted from the inside, still not opening the door. He did.

He was surprised to find the kitchen dimly lit. The only thing that allowed him to see anything was the small flame of the candle on the cake you were holding, a big smile on your face. Pedro found himself having a déjà vu of that morning —but with a bigger cake.

You sang happy birthday for him. His first reaction was to cover his face. Truth be told, he hated to be sang happy birthday, but once more, he just laughed. If it was you singing for him, he didn't hate it as much.

He blew out the candle and searched the light switch before putting the cake on the table, freeing both yours and his hands to pull you in for another hug. You couldn't help but laugh loudly at the way he told you how much he hated being sang happy birthday and how your voice made it suck even more, all while he left kisses all over your face and neck. He laughed as well.

You sat on the couch in the living room to eat the cake. You kept laughing about whatever it was you were talking about while the TV buzzed in the background. At one point you dropped frosting on your shirt and got up to go change clothes. Pedro just grabbed your wrist to keep you from going away and stared at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I can clean it up for you", he pulled you back to sit on the couch. You looked at him confused, but you stayed still in curiosity, wanting to see where he was going with all that.

His hands undid the first buttons on your shirt gently, slowly. You saw how he was frowning deeply, as if it was taking every ounce of his concentration to get the task done. You smiled down at him, letting out a soft chuckle in amusement at his expression. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, but he didn't smile, do or say anything. Instead, you notice how his eyes went dark, and suddenly he was ripping the shirt off of you.

You didn't have any time to process the way he was throwing you on your back onto the couch before he started licking the small stain of cake on your chest. He soon moved down to kiss your stomach, and then undid your pants.

"Hey! I told you to be patient", you grabbed his hands before he could go any further.

"Aw, haven't I been patient enough today already?", he pouted. "We've been outside all day, and we already ate the cake!".

"I mean... There's still like half of it on the table...".

"C'mon, babe, y'know what I mean", he tilted his head, giving you those puppy dog eyes of his once again. "It's my birthday! Don't you think I deserve a treat?".

"Another one?", you chuckled. "I've literally paid for everything for you today".

"And still, here I am, aching for you like never before", he posed dramatically. You both laughed. "You know I'm a greedy man. Pretty please?".

You looked him in the eye for a little while. All you saw was love and lust. And his puppy dog-like expression made you think how cute he was. How were you supposed not to give in? You were so in love with this man. Perhaps too much for your own good.

"Fine", you let go of his hands and crossed your arms. "Unwrap your gift, birthday boy".

He didn't waste a single moment and just started stripping you of your shoes, pants and underwear. A loud gasp escaped your lips when his hand grabbed your shaft with great steadiness. He looked up at you with a wide smirk, then started pumping his hand along your dick. You threw your head back in pleasure, your hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Wait... It was your treat...", you managed to say between moans.

"Baby, I'm having my treat right now", he pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your member, not taking his eyes off of you. "It's my birthday and I get to choose whatever my treat is", he moved his hand faster.

"You're such... Oh god...", your hands held tight onto his shoulders.

Pedro laid beside you on the couch, keeping you between his arms as he continued to please you. He allowed himself to enjoy your sweet sounds as he whispered praises into your ear. The more he did, the more it made you shake in pleasure. And he couldn't help but grin at your attitude. 

"So beautiful for me. So pretty. Such a pretty little boy. My cute little thing", he kept whispering. "Little boy likes me doing this, don't you?", he moved down to kiss the side of your neck, not stopping his little praises. "You love when I do you like this. You love my hands. You love my hands on you, don't you, beautiful?".

He kept going back and forth for a little while. Much to his disliking, you didn't last long with him touching and talking to you like that. Still, he complied and let you have a small break, wrapping his arms around you and covering your face in kisses.

As you tried to get your breath back, you found yourself overwhelmed by his kisses, your heart skipping a beat. Your only answer was a giggle and you hugged him back.

"Enjoying your treat so far?", you teased. He looked at you with a smirk.

"Best birthday gift ever", he nuzzled your neck. "And you know what the best part is?", he stared up at you. You stared back in slight confusion. "That we're not done yet", his grin got wider.

He took you in his arms and carried you to the bedroom. As soon as he left you on the bed, you sat up to start unbuttoning his shirt. He pushed you back down almost immediately, sitting on your lap so you wouldn't get up again. You frowned and pouted in response.

"Come on! It's your birthday, I'm the one supposed to be giving you head!", your words made him laugh.

"I like your boldness", he chuckled. "How about this, if you lemme have my fun now I'll let you do whatever you want to me later", he lifted one of his eyebrows. Your eyes lit up.

"You're on", you felt your cock getting hard instantly.

He quickly finished undressing himself, eager to keep going. As soon as he was left naked, he leaned down to kiss you decently, passionately, tongue deep inside your mouth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your mouth, nor the way your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the skin and leaving small marks. 

It didn't take long for him to get desperate. He grabbed one of your hands and guided it to his hole. You felt your face get awfully red as he started pumping one of your fingers in and out of himself. Still, you gathered enough bravery to take control and thrust your fingers for him. Soon enough, he turned into a whimpering mess, bucking his hips back and forth at the pleasure. He then pulled away and pinned your hands back down onto the bed, his eyes staring into your soul.

Without saying another word, he aligned his entrance with your dick. A quiet, soft breath left your lips when you saw his intentions. You fought the urge to grab him as he sank himself down onto your hard member. His eyes never left yours, just like yours never left his. Once you were fully buried inside him, he leaned back down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyebrows knitted together. You nodded to give him green light one last time. Pedro nodded back, and then he started to ride you. Slowly at first, still he didn't take too long to increase speed. His hands found yours in a desperate attempt to find something he could squeeze some strength out of. He entwined his fingers with yours, fighting the urge to drop all his weight down on you.

His heavy, ragged breathing turned into desperate moans. Never in the years you had been together had you seen him whimper in such a high-pitched voice, huge drops of sweat running down his temple. The movements of his hips grew sloppy, allowing you to start thrusting up into him just as desperately. He left one of your hands free just so he could use his to please himself. Overstimulation soon got over him, and before you could process any of what was going on, he was spilling his release all over your torso. And before you could process any of that either, his walls were squeezing your cock so deliciously hard that you emptied yourself inside him.

Pedro collapsed on top of you, still trying to recover his breath. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, making you let out a tired giggle. His lips kissed your forehead tenderly, then your cheek, then your lips.

"That was good", you whispered in is ear. He chuckled breathlessly and hugged you tighter.

"It was", he stared into your eyes once more. "Bet you've been enjoying my gift better than me so far", he winked in your direction.

"Well, not gonna lie, I've had so much fun until now", you rolled on top of him. "And now I'm gonna have even more fun".

You positioned yourself between his legs, your face almost touching his groin. You looked up at him before grabbing his still softened member and teasing it all along. His eyes flew shut at the sudden pleasure, immediately getting hard again. You couldn't help the smirk that automatically displayed on your lips.

You approach your tongue cautiously to the tip of his shaft, then started giving it slow, kitten licks. Pedro hissed in pleasure, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you. Your smile got wider when you saw the way his pupils dilated. You wasted no more time to put his dick fully in your mouth, making your boyfriend gasp loudly and throw his head back. Your chuckle sent shivers up his spine, his fingers buried in the sheets beneath you.

After making sure Pedro was okay and used to being in your mouth, you started bobbing your head back and forth with your tongue drawing wet, warm circles all along his shaft. And like some minutes before, his breathing went from short pants to loud, long drawn out moans. You even allowed him to calm his desperation a little by letting him grab you by the hair and thrust into your mouth. 

He came undone once more shortly afterwards. He held your jaw softly as he gave a couple more thrusts, painting the back of your throat with his seed. His legs shook uncontrollable and right then, he collapsed on the bed with unsteady breathing and trembling limbs. A heavy, loud sigh left his mouth as he tried to calm his heart rate. The whole situation made you chuckle, and you laid beside him with your arms around him.

"You okay?", you nuzzled your face in his neck. Pedro laughed back.

"Yeah...", he left a chaste kiss on your lips. "I just need... a little break... You left me fucking dry", he giggled and pulled you in for a tight hug. "I knew I loved you for a reason".

"Because I give you amazing blowjobs?", you forced a smile.

"Well, that, too. But no, silly!", he left small kisses all over your face.

"Is that break gonna take much longer?", you stared into his eyes, your own filled with lust. He just looked at you in slight confusion. "Because I need you to help me with this thing", you pointed down at your reappearing hard-on. "And I know just the thing to leave us both satisfied", you grinned. "That is, if your old man body can still keep up with me", you lifted your eyebrows. Pedro laughed.

"Oh, I'm gonna show you just how much this old man can keep up with you, mister", he grabbed you to keep you steady and rolled on top of you. "What did you have in mind?".

"I want you to fuck me", you looked him in the eye, your expression serious but with a hint of playfulness. "Hard, rough, like you usually would", you shrugged, letting the beginning of a smile be shown on your lips. "Just indulge yourself. It's your birthday".

"Oh, okay", he lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Get ready, then. I'm not gonna go soft on you".

"I wasn't expecting you to", you rolled onto your stomach. "Just do your worst", you turned to him one last time. One second afterwards, he was burying his cock balls deep inside you.

He did as you asked. He fucked you hard, like he usually would, grabbing your jaw with one hand and your hips with the other, his own slapping forcefully against your ass every time he thrusted inside you, his mouth whispering dirty praises in your ear throughout it all. Your loud moans —if not screams— only worked as fuel for his desire, and he could only enjoy the way your hands gripped the sheets and your teeth bit the pillow. He also made sure to leave marks. Bites, scratches, hickeys, every part of your body he could reach while pounding relentlessly into you, he made sure to mark them all.

Both of you reached climax sooner than you would have expected. But truth be told, it was only fair, given the way he was fucking you.

You collapsed on the bed while Pedro rolled to lay on your side, making sure not to leave you breathless under him —more than you already were. He wrapped his arms around you with a contented sigh and pulled you tight against his body. You hugged him back, still shaking from the rough orgasm he had given you, and closed your eyes with your face hidden in his chest.

"That was great", he whispered in the top of your head before leaving a soft kiss. You smiled. "It was the best birthday gift you could've given me".

"Horny old man", you snorted, your voice muffled by the skin of his chest. Pedro chuckled. "Shit, we left the cake in the living room—".

"We'll just eat it for breakfast, don't you worry, my pretty little thing", he kissed your forehead sweetly. You giggled involuntarily and hugged him tighter. "I love you".

"I love you, Pedro", you left a small, tender kiss on his chest. "Happy birthday".

He looked down at you with a smile, waiting until he felt your breathing steady enough as to consider you soundly asleep. He then closed his own eyes, and fell asleep at the memory of you singing him happy birthday the beautiful way only you knew how to sing it.

[sugar-omi]

TRANS MASC COVE TRANS MASC COVE (sfw +nsfw hcs pls,, id love your thoughts)

NO BC NOW YOU'VE PUT THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD N I NEED HIM DESPERATELY eta while im in the middle of writing: after this i... i can no longer hold onto my fem!cove thoughts. n i am eating up trans!cove like a starving ANIMAL.

tags : SFW + NSFW, transmasc (ftm) cove, switch cove/reader, some mentions of body/gender dysmorphia, im sure theres 1 transphobe walking around sunset bird so the smallest mention of that clown

SFW

i've been seeing a lotta top surgery scar tattoos on my twt timeline lately, and pls some of them i need for myself bc they're so!!!! pretty!!!!

so i can definitely see him getting tattoos there

not because he wants to cover em up, i just think he sees so many flash sheets over time that he's SOLD

mmm i wanna say that fem/afab!cove would have small boobs

or B cups at most

either way, i almost wanna say that his boobs before surgery wouldn't bother him as much unless someone was sexualizing him or he was exercising n his boobs were bouncing too much or smth like that

even then its usually complaints of, "ugh, this bra isn't supportive..." or something like that

ofc he still has his moments

i also think he only binds sometimes, rarely

doesn't do it often since it's often hot outside, or especially if he's sporty, its uncomfortable

(also looked it up just to be sure) but since he's always on the beach its inconvenient/unnecessary to wear if he can't wear it in the water

but like i said i think he'd be pretty flat/small anyway, so i think he's okay

mm definitely doesn't give up having long hair, or wearing the occasional dress/skirt ofc

but will correct one of the old sunset bird residents if they try and say "see honey, it was a phase, you're wearing a dress today!"

also idk abt yall, n this is more of a general thought, but i feel like step 2 cove's impulse control is. deathly low.

so one day, he has long/long-ish hair

and the next he has a mullet, wolf cut, or buzz cut.

he's so chaotic to me pls

now i've had fem!cove on my mind for weekssss now

so i'm not just saying this

but cove is still buff

thick muscly thighs, NICE ARMS. REALLY NICE ARMS

mm so i feel like he looks pretty androgynous or masc anyway

now im projecting here.

but cove has irregular periods, n they're pretty heavy most the time

or lasts awhile (ok im done projecting. sorry cove</3)

also think he deals with cramps (IM SORRY COVE)

i think his period is the biggest trigger of his body/gender dysmorphia too

although i think fem!cove would hate her period anyway altho tbf who doesnt

he'd definitely appreciate some comfort!!!

bring him another heating pad, your comfiest hoodie or blanket and snacks

he's very happy for the thoughtfulness and the company

step 2 cove would definitely be moved by such thoughtfulness... he's in tears

so after the first time it's a trend to spend time together in his bed, watching movies or something while he's cuddled into your side or next to you in a cove-rrito, all sleepy n comfy...

NSFW

had to stop writing the SFW to write this bc i had a thought

cove laid out all pretty... his chest rising and falling and he's all teary eyed as you're between his legs, eating his cunt until he's seeing stars.

pls his cunt with be so sensitive, and he'd be so pretty to fuck

would shake so much too

his thighs quivering so bad he clamps around your hand

you'd have to hold his legs up so he doesn't nearly flatten your head between his thick thighs

"y/n!" cove cries, his hands tangled in your hair and he's trying so hard not to squish your head between his thighs, but your tongue is flat against his sensitive clit, sucking and bullying the poor button while your fingers make a loud, sloppy mess of his hole.

he whines, hips shaking in your hands.

you tighten your grip on his waist, your fingers digging into the flesh, grumbling irritably around his clit but cove just cries out a loud moan and slurred word, torn between your name, a cuss word, and a cry for god.

you pull of his clit, your fingers still curling against that spongy spot inside his sloppy walls. "stay still, you're gonna crush my head..." you start to kiss his thighs, small kisses turning into you sucking deep hickeys into his tan skin, and that turning into biting.

cove gasps for air, his eyes fluttering closed as he squirms.

"fuck, y/n, please..." he mumbles, tugging at the bedsheets.

you stop the assault on his thighs, leaning up on your elbows so you can give cove a kiss, your lips lazily moving together...

anyway... horny aside for a moment<333

mm i could see cove not getting or really wanting bottom surgery

i think trans cove would be pretty comfortable with his body's appearance overall

and he's probably read into it a lot since it's not like he hasn't thought about it, i could just see him probably deciding its not something he wants

ARGGHH HE'D BE A DEMON WITH THE STRAP THOUGH

ahh. cove holding you down or folding your legs against your chest while he slams his hips against yours...

his strap hitting your poor prostate / cervix, he'd coo about how cute your whines are and that you're making him leak

would definitely upset he can't fill you up w cum

especially if you wanna get pregnant, rambles about how much he wishes he could fill you up with his cum again and again and again...

arghhh fuck imma lose my MIND

definitely takes advantage of those squirting dildos

can at least admire how you look oozing milky lube

omfg definitely wakes up all excited to tell you if he dreamed about it too...

has an array of straps

we already know he has a tentacle dildo or two deep in his closet...

yeah tries them out on you

"don't get tired yet, i have one more.. and it has a knot!!!"

he just likes to experiment on you a little~~ bit <333

ohh please tell him he looks handsome/sexy while you're giving him head

he'll die.

FUCK HE'D GO CRAZY IF YOU RIDE HIM TOO I KNOW IT

yeah he's still the same cute, secretly horny, big crybaby pookie <3333 i love him pls

[sturnboos]

"Melody, c'mon, wake up, honey!" Luna called out again as she filled water in Melodys little bottle she hears the washing machine beeping indicating that the clothes have finished being washed. As Luna was about to put on the cap on the bottle, she heard Melody cry from her room. Luna dropped the bottle and ran into the room to see that Melody fell from the bed. Stupid me. I should have gone and woken her up. Luna thought. Luna picked Melody up and hugged her close.

"Mommy, my head hurts," she cried.

"Mommy is so sorry, Melody" Luna replied kissing her forehead.

"I don't want to go to school" Melody cried harder.

"C'mon, honey, you are a strong girl, right? School is good, you'll learn new things" Luna tried convincing her.

"Okay, mommy, only if you say so. I don't want to leave you" Melody said in a small voice.

"Its okay it’s only three hours, Melody," Luna sighed, "C'mon lets get dressed for school!" Luna said cheerfull trying to get Melody an enthusiastic about the entire situation.

"Mommy, there's water everywhere" Melody spoke as they got out of the bedroom.

"Shit," Luna muttered, "Fuck, oh god, I should have switched off the washing machine!" Luna was panicking.

"Mommy, don't say those bad words" Melody whined.

"Sorry," Luna mumbled.

Luna set Melody down in the bathroom and gave her a toothbrush then stepped out of the bathroom and mopped the water off the floor. Then Luna ran into the kitchen and got the boiled eggs out and prepared breakfast in like 2 minutes, Luna thought she was the worst mom ever but she tried her best. She looked over at her phone and saw that there were just 25 minutes, she did not want Melody to be late on the FIRST day of school, the only person who could save her right now was Gabbie. So she called her in a hurry as she heard Melody shouting out to her from the bathroom.

"Hello, Gabbie, morning," Luna said, anxiously through the phone.

"Mommy, I don't wanna go to school," Melody was still whining about it.

"Asshole, why would you wake me up so early?" Gabbie was whining down the phone too.

"Melody, school is good. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Luna looked at Melody, pleading her to go to school.

"Mommy, school means staying away from you and waking up early," Melody made a sad face.

"Gabbie, can you please take you rich boyfriend's car and come over to my place? I'm running late and I want to drop Melody to school," Luna explained, "Melody, in three hours you'll be home. It won't be that bad, c'mon, now please remove your clothes and get in the bathtub," Luna instructed Melody.

"You had one job," Gabbie muttered on the phone, "why are you using my boyfriend?"

"I'm not using your boyfriend, I'm using his car," Luna replied.

"Melody! Don't splash water everywhere,"

"Mommy, what does boyfriend mean?" Melody asked Luna.

"Aunt Gabbie will tell you what it means, now please just stop spalshing water on me and stop playing with the bubbles! Just take a normal bath, once!" Luna sighed, "Gabbie, please? PLEASE?" Luna spoke on the phone.

"Alright, alright, I'll be there in 5," Gabbie sighed, "I was really cuddled against Chris right now"

"You can cuddle Chris any time you want, just be here now," Luna replied.

"My head still hurts from falling!" Melody spoke.

"Head hurts?! Falling!!?" Suddenly Gabbies voice shouts through the phone and was awake as ever.

"She fell out of the bed while waking up this morning" Luna explained.

"Melody, I bet it will be fine in some time" Gabbie shouts out so melody can hear then lowers her voice to lecture Luna “What an asshole mother, you are, didn't you set pillows at the end of the bed? Why couldn't you sit next to her and wake her up? Who wakes their four year old daughter from the kitchen? You should have-“ The lecture was on and on from Gabbie so Luna put her phone down and took Melody out of the bath, Luna held Melody in one hand as she wrapped her with a towel like a burrito and set her on the bed then Luna took the phone to her ear again, "hey, you can give me lectures on bad parenting in the car, can you just come here first?" Luna told Gabbie.

"Fine, I'm almost there," Gabbie replied and hung up the phone.

Luna readied Melody and served her the boiled eggs and while Melody was eating Luna combed her hair and grabbed her backpack, lunch box, bottle and a few children books. Luna held Melody up and wiped her face, holding her in one hand and her bag on the other, Luna walked out of the house, shutting the door behind her and waiting out for Gabbie.

Gabbie arrived after 2 minutes and Luna was thankful to God that she had a friend who would always turn up when she needed it.

Luna sat in the car with Melody on her lap and sighed in relief, "Thank you so much," Luna muttered.

"It’s no problem, but, if Melody falls out of bed again, I'm going to kill you," Gabbie replied.

Gabbie was average heightened, tanned, brunette and thin. she was twenty two, too. Luna and Gabbie have been friends since school and Luna felt really lucky to have her in her life.

"I'm sorry!" Luna replied in defence, "Mom took half an hour on the phone! Everything was a mess,"

"Hiii Aunty Gabbie," Melody giggled, "you look tired?"

"I know, baby," Gabbie replied to Melody, "your mommy woke me up in a hurry,"

"Mommy woke me up in a hurry too, my head still hurts," Melody whined.

"Hey, you did not fall that bad," Luna sighed.

Melody stood up on Lunas lap and kissed her cheek, "I'm just kidding, mommy,"

"Luna, you have to meet my boyfriend," Gabbie reminded her, "its been two weeks since I've been asking you too"

"I'm sorry, I just lost my job and it’s all been such a mess, but yeah... your boyfriend. He's totally going to hate me," Luna replied.

"What is a boyfriend?" Melody asked again, sitting back on my lap.

"Um... he won't hate you. He's heard so much about you, him and his triplet brothers really want to meet you," Gabbie replied, "And when a boy is your friend... they're called boyfriends," Gabbie answered Melody.

"Really? That's your explanation?" Luna rolled her eyes "and you never told me he had triplet brothers? So theirs 4 of them?" Luna asked. "Oh no he is one of the triplets." Gabbie corrected. "Would you be up to meeting them today? for lunch?" Gabbie asked.

"Yes!" Luna and Melody replied together, "I'm gonna have lunch with my favourite baby," Gabbie stopped the car near the school and picked up Melody, hugging the life out of her.

"Yay!" Melody cheered, "Mommy, I'll go to school now,"

Luna just smiled and got out of the car, too, and took Melodys hand and knelt down to her level, Luna kissed her forehead, "have fun, okay?"

"Okay," Melody smiled, "I love you, mommy," Melody kissed Luna's cheek.

"Love you too, baby,"

"Yes, Gabbie, I'm here," Luna sighed onto the phone, "she'll be out in 5 minutes. I wasn't late," Luna kept telling her.

"Okay, babe," Gabbie replied, "Chris and his brothers are gonna be over in 10 minutes so come with her directly to my place"

"Thank you for lending me the car again" Luna said.

"Shut up, bitch. Just be here. I miss y’all so much" She replied dramatically.

"Gosh, okay" Luna laughed softly, "Bye"

Luna waited for more two minutes before the school kids were finally let out, She saw Melody running towards her and Luna walked to meet her in the middle and picked her up. Melody kissed Lunas entire face and hugged her, "Mommy, I missed you so much"

"Melody, aww, I missed you too," Luna replied and finally walked towards the car "How was your day?" Luna asked her.

"The teacher is so nice," Melody grinned, "she gave me a chocolate"

"That's so nice, did you have fun?" Luna asked.

"Yes," Melody giggled as Luna set her in the seat and buckled it, "there so many stuffed kittys and lions in my classroom."

"Wow, you've always wanted a stuffed kitty, right?" Luna asked her as she buckled her own seatbelt too and set off to drive over at Gabbies place.

"Yes, mommy," Melody nods her head, "the teacher said whoever learns the new poems in this week will get one stuffed kitty,"

"That's so cool, so will Melody learn poems now?" Luna asked.

"Yes, mommy. Melody will learn. Melody is a big girl now," Melody gave her a big smile, "are we going to aunt Gabbie house?" Melody asked.

"Yes, baby. We are,"

"But why?" Melody asked again.

"Because we're going to meet uncle Chris and his brothers," Luna told her.

"Who is uncle Chris?" Melody asked back.

"He's aunt Gabbies boyfriend," Luna simply replied.

"Oh, yes I remember! She was talking about it in the morning," Melody grinned since she finally had the idea of what was going on.

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[angstea]

speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

Fandom: Doctor Who

Ship: TimeRogue, past Art/Rogue

Series: Auctober 2024

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Summary: The Doctor found Rogue! But things still manage to go awry

AN: Title is from Skye Boat Song

The Doctor and Rogue are both autistic, the Doctor uses they/them. This fic contains mild spoilers for the Rogue novelisation

Written for Auctober Day 4: Music

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"Rogue?"

Rogue hummed in acknowledgment of the Doctor saying his name.

"Are you okay? You're not looking great, honey."

Rogue glanced over to them, his eyes tracing over their concerned face. His heart thudded loudly in his ears.

"Yeah. Just...tired, I guess."

His eyes focused on the blue structure they were heading towards. Not far now. He couldn't wait to be out from under the blazing suns he'd been exposed to for the last however long he'd been there. The heat was oppressive, crawling under his skin and wrapping around his bones until his entire body felt like it was on fire. How the Doctor could be so unaffected was beyond him.

As soon as he was within a few feet of the TARDIS, he ran the rest of the distance despite his shaking legs. He stumbled on the way and lost his balance but he only ended up slumping against the side of the TARDIS. The wood thrummed with warm electricity under his hands and he almost recoiled from the heat.

"Oh, I've never been so happy to see a shed in my life."

"Oi! Less of the shed, she's the most advanced ship in the universe, thank you very much!" the Doctor grinned at him as they slipped the key in the lock. Rogue happily followed him inside, ready to bask in the cool air inside the ship.

The interior of the ship was a lower temperature than out under the suns but it certainly wasn't cold. Nausea rolled through his stomach but he did his best to ignore it as he followed the Doctor down to the console.

The Doctor was already flipping switches and pressing buttons. The jukebox roared to life seemingly of its own accord and Rogue flinched at the noise. His head was spinning.

"Rogue?"

He couldn't answer them, could barely think. The heat under his skin was overwhelming, he felt weak. His knees buckled.

-

"Rogue!"

The Doctor dived forward and caught him, gently lowering him to the ground. Shit.

"Oh, why didn't I think about this, I should've seen this coming!" They could barely hide the panic in their voice (it's not like they needed to. Rogue seemed practically unconscious).

The Doctor mumbled frantically to themself, trying to remember what to do. They took a stabilising breath and got to pulling Rogue's waistcoat off. Any unnecessary layers were tossed to the side because Rogue had been stuck in a desert for days on end and the Doctor hadn't even stopped to consider the possibility of him suffering from heat exhaustion because they were a fucking idiot.

They left Rogue in his shirt and pants, trying to leave him with some semblance of dignity while still trying to cool him down. The jukebox finally seemed to get the message and click off and the temperature took a sharp drop, much to their relief.

"Thank you, dear." They murmured into the air as they bundled Rogue into their arms. They hooked their arms around his torso and under his knees. They lifted him up and held him close to their chest, the movement eliciting a half-awake whimper from Rogue. He was trembling in the Doctor's arms.

They made their way across the walkways of the TARDIS and through a door, shouldering their way into the first room he found. Rogue's room...

They'd imagined Rogue seeing this room for the first time a lot differently. They had imagined him finding the various dice sitting on the nightstand, the wardrobe filled with clothes that seemed to fit his exact tastes (becuase the TARDIS always knew), the large comfy bed and the hammock hanging in the corner.

They had pictured the delight on Rogue's face. The image of Rogue curled up in the hammock, peacefully asleep. They had thought about the pair of them tumbling into the bed, kisses landing all over eachother's faces and hands pulling at shirt buttons and belts.

Instead, they were laying a barely conscious Rogue onto the bed and searching for first aid equipment and ice packs. The TARDIS seemed to have prepared for this, leaving the items out on the nightstand for them.

They didn't say anything, merely sending a thankful look up to the ceiling as they got to work.

Ice packs wrapped in towels were tucked under Rogue's arms and under his neck, trying to cool him down. A bottle of ice cold water waited for when Rogue was awake enough to drink it. The temperature of the room was equally cool, the Doctor had to suppress a shiver. Their cold blooded body wasn't built for this climate. They'd be fine. Their priority was Rogue.

They grabbed a cloth, soaked in cold water, gently placing it across Rogue's forehead and wiping the sweat from his pale skin. Rogue whimpered and his head tipped to the side slightly, a half-hearted flinch.

"You're okay, honey." The Doctor whispered. Rogue didn't react, unsurprisingly. He gave no indication he even knew the Doctor was here.

-

"Doctor..."

Rogue's call came when the Doctor had briefly left his side to wrap themself in a jacket. The cold was getting to them.

They returned to him, gently grasping his hand.

"I'm here, I'm here." they soothed, but the stressed expression on Rogue's face didn't abate.

"Doctor." he repeated, voice rough and scared. "Doctor!"

Their hearts broke a little knowing they wouldn't be able to calm him down if he couldn't even register the Doctor's presence.

Rogue sobbed softly, a few tears rolling down his face. The Doctor wiped away the tears but Rogue didn't even react. They stroked his hair and kept murmuring reassurances that he couldn't comprehend. Rogue continued to repeat the Doctor's name between cries, calling out for them while they sat by his side.

They desperately wanted to comfort him. Tell him they're here, that he's safe. But all they could do was hold his hand and be there.

He kept murmuring "Doctor", slurred pleas filling the silence. The fear in his voice was devastating. It felt like hours that he lay there in fear, though the Doctor knew it was only minutes.

Then a new name entered the mix.

"Art..."

The Doctor could only listen as Rogue strung together vague sentences consisting of "Art", "please", "I can't..." and "alone".

And then a day came along and at the end of that day...I lost them

Oh...

The Doctor thought briefly about the roles being reversed. Who would they call out for? They thought of Jamie, Rose, Sarah-Jane, Clara, Amy, Yaz, Koschei, so many they lost, so so many names. Too many.

They shook it from their brain, returning to their aimless comforting of Rogue as he deliriously begged over and over for someone long gone. They might ask about Art when Rogue was better. Probably not.

Rogue eventually stopped talking altogether, just devolving into crying quietly. The Doctor, still trying to get through to Rogue, tried something else to soothe him.

They sang.

"Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing."

An old reliable tune, one that they had cherished and sung and played and hummed for centuries. Memories of the words filling a battlefield while their hearts raced in their chest flashed through their mind, vague recollections of hands that weren't theirs playing the tune on a recorder, waiting and waiting.

"Onward, the sailors cry."

Rogue stirred slightly, eyelids flickering open. His gaze zeroed in on the Doctor for a brief moment before unfocusing again. He was still crying, hiccuping and sniffing, but the sound was less distressing, less scared.

"Carry the lad that's born to be king."

The hand that had previously sat limp in the Doctor's hand twitched and gripped weakly. Only for a second. But still. It was something.

"Over the sea to Skye."

-

Many, many songs later, Rogue was awake. He was weak and a little confused but he was drinking water and speaking coherently which was all good in the Doctor's book.

They were sitting against the headboard of the bed, Rogue leaning on their chest as they ran their fingers through his hair

"Doc..." he mumbled, hand winding loosely into the Doctor's shirt.

"Yeah?"

"Were you...singing earlier?"

The Doctor chuckled. "Yeah, I was. Why? Did you like it."

They grinned as Rogue blushed pink and nodded.

"Yeah. It was nice. Could- could you maybe...sing some more?" He seemed embarrassed to ask but the Doctor's expression just went soft.

"Of course, baby."

"Can you sing the first one you did? Something about a boat?"

The Skye Boat Song. Of course.

The Doctor nodded and Rogue settled against the Doctor with a content mumble.

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing

Onward, the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye

[imagines--galore]

I have another request to ask and idk if I want it to be stephen strange or zuko so you choose your pick lmao

Reader whose sleep deprived and gets super giggly and makes awful jokes/pickup lines but then messes it up badly. Tripping on stuff in their shared bedroom in the dark

Totally not based off of a video I recorded when I was sleep deprived.... i walked into the room like "you awake?" "Unfortunately" and then tried saying that stupid pickup line of someone being a meal but instead it came out as "who (wheezes) who needs a meal. Who-wh- who. Who needs dinner when you got a whole ass meal in your bed" proceeds to trip and faceplant

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: Okay, but I had the perfect idea for this for Dr. Strange and I couldn't help writing this :3

The car lurched to a stop, prompting you to nearly fall forward from where you had been dozing against the window of the cab. Mumbling incoherently under your breath, you quickly fumbled with the cash, paying the driver the required amount before stepping out of the vehicle.

Your feet ached with every step. You had just come off a nearly sixty hour shift at the hospital, during which you had barely had any time to sleep. Whatever caffeine you had ingested had long since worked out of your system and now you could feel your body beginning to crash.

Though it seemed to still effect your system as you stumbled into the Sanctum, the doors locking automatically behind you. Dragging yourself up the stairs, you managed to reach your room and stepped in.

Dropping your bag on a table beside the door, you shoved off your shoes, almost tripping over your own feet. The act prompted you to giggle to yourself, and given that it was dark, you very nearly took down the small table next to you.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You managed to slur to the inanimate object as your phone pinged with a message once it connected to the wifi. "Shh..." You shushed the device. "Not so loud, Stephen's sleeping." You whispered to the phone as you managed to put the device on silent. However your fumbling around in the dark was enough to rouse your fiancée, who slowly sat up, blinking away the sleep in his eyes as he switched on the side lamp.

You blinked at the sudden light, a smile brightening your face as you waved at the half-naked man asleep in the bed. "Hi honey." You managed to work the words out despite the huge yawn that had you muffling them with a hand to your mouth. Stephan glanced at the clock. "You're still awake?" He asked as you walked over to your drawer and began rooting through the jumbled clothes inside to try and find something to wear for the night.

You hummed. "Unfortunately." Finding a shirt, you held it up in a triumphant gesture, prompting Stephen to smile at you as you began to remove your clothes en route to the bathroom, throwing the garments behind you as you went. Normally you would pick them up, but once you stepped out after washing up a little, you merely stepped over the clothes, kicking your shirt out of the way as you went. Stephen was still up, having started to read some sort of book while he waited for you.

Another huge yawn, one you didn't bother covering, echoed in the room as Stephen watched you fumble with the charger for your phone. "You need to stop volunteering yourself for unnecessary shifts." You shook your head. "They needed all the nurses Stephen. Some major car pile up on the highway." You explained as you moved to down an entire glass of water.

You head was still swimming with the combination of sleep deprivation and copious amounts of coffee as you stood there smiling dopely at the Sorcerer Supreme. "I think its best that you get in bed now. I can bring you something to eat if you'd like?" He moved as if he were about to stand, but a quick shake of your head had him stopping.

"Who would want something to eat with you in the bed?" Your words were slurred and almost incoherent as you tried to take a step towards the bed.

Try being the keyword here.

It didn't help that your feet got tangled in the very shirt you had kicked away and you fell to the floor face first. The impact had you groaning in pain as you immediately felt Stephen beside you, helping you up.

"Woops. I fell." You mumbled as he looked over you, making sure you hadn't hurt yourself. Stephen hummed. "Yes, you did. Perhaps its time you sleep then." You pouted. "Nooooo......." You moaned, throwing your head back and allowing yourself to slump against your lover. "No sleep. Want sexy time."

A deep chuckle sounded in the room as the man looked down at your pouting lip and wide pleading eyes with an affectionate smile. "I'll make you a deal. Lie down in bed and start reciting the Hippocratic Oath. If you get through the whole thing, we'll do whatever you want." He was referring to the oath every physician took, and though you would probably recite the short version, he knew you wouldn't be able to get through it.

You giggled. "Ooooooooo bringing a little doctor-nurse roleplay into the bedroom? Didn't know you preferred it that way Stephen." Standing up with his help, you climbed into bed, flopping down on your side with a loud moan. "God bless the person who invented mattresses." You mumbled as you snuggled deeper into the softness.

Stephen climbed in next to you as you turned your head so you could look at him. You shifted to settle against his side as his finger gently stroked through your hair.

Your lips began to mumble the oath, but with each passing word your eyes drooped heavily and sleep beckoned you, until finally, not even half done with the first sentence, you were fast asleep.

Stephen grinned. You would definitely be annoyed at having fallen for his trick to get you to sleep, but he knew you would appreciate him getting you to sleep. You could be a little irrational when sleep-deprived.

But seeing you act like you did a few minutes ago? It would all be worth it.

[laneygvf]

#1 Dad

Pairings: Sam x Reader

This is only my second time actually writing so be nice pls lol anyways hope you enjoy. 🫶🏼

So it wasn’t a total surprise to you when you saw two lines on the pregnancy test saying it was positive. You knew you still wanted to surprise Sam after you found out, you hid the tests somewhere he wouldn’t even bother looking through. While he was still at practice with the guys, you went to the store having no clue what you were going to get him so you wandered through the isles till a mug caught your eye. “# 1 dad” you grabbed it and set it in your basket making your way to the baby clothes. You wanted something simple and gender neutral given that you don’t even know the gender of the baby yet. You saw a set of onesies that were just solid colors yellow and gray.

You had about another hour before Sam would be home so you made your way back to the house. You grabbed a gift bag and some tissue paper out of your closet and grabbed the test that you had hidden away and made your way back into the living room where you had left the gifts. You wrapped the test in the onsies and rolled them up and stuck them into the mug. You finished by wrapping the mug up in the tissue paper and setting it in the bag adding more tissue paper around the mug.

Once the gift was ready you still had another 30 ish minutes until Sam would be home so you walked over to the record player and the collection you and Sam had built over the years. Flipping through you find what you were looking for. “Winnie Pooh and the honey tree” there were actually two copies of this record because the both of you had one from your childhood. Just as you set the needle down the music is bouncing softly off the walls. And in that moment you open up your phone and open eBay and immediately type in the same record you were playing into the search bar, you add the first one you saw into your cart and proceed to purchase the record so that your little one can have one for themself.

Your phone was buzzing on the table in front of you pulling you from your thoughts about how excited you were to start a family with your favorite person in the world. Sam on the other end laughing with his brothers “hi my love! Are you okay if the guys come over for dinner and drinks?” You thought for a minute almost saying no but you realized he would tell them as soon as he found out anyways and you know he would cherish the moment forever having his brothers with him as he finds out he’s going to be a dad. “ Of course honey, they are always welcomed.” You could tell he was smiling, even through the phone. “Alright my love, just checking! We are leaving the studio now, see you in a few!” You say your goodbyes and that’s when the nerves kick in. Not because you're scared but excited, but also you were not planning on telling him in front of people.

Fifteen minutes later they are all barging into the house arguing about something you assumed happened during practice today. You can tell it’s not serious because they are all being sarcastic as they speak. Sam walks up open arms, falling into his touch, you wrapped your arms around him welcoming him home after a long day. You pull away grabbing beers for the four of them and water for yourself. You weren’t the biggest drinker anyways so it’s nothing out of the ordinary to them. “ I hope you guys are in the mood for pizza cause I already ordered it.” They all nodded in unison. “Good should be here in 10.”

Sam had gotten up to switch what was playing on the record player. He smiled as he put the record back in its sleeve. He picked a random Queen album and placed it on the record and played it quietly. The food had arrived and you all dug in and ate while they told you about their day and how the new album was coming along. You never get sick of them talking about their passion. It melts your heart. All of you had finished eating, you grabbed everyone’s plates, setting them in the sink to deal with later. You make your way into the bedroom to grab the gift and make your way back to the living room where the guys are still talking.

“Sorry to interrupt whatever you guys are talking about but you are gonna wanna watch this.” Handing Sam the bag, he looks at you with a confused look. “Just open the gift Samuel.” Everyone looks at Sam as he pulls out the wrapped mug. Giving you another confused look as he unwraps the mug. The words “#1 dad” facing away from him towards Danny. A gasp fell from Danny’s mouth quickly followed by his hand flying to his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a belly laugh. Danny removed his hand from his mouth looking at you with a big smile as he moved his hands to the mug to turn it so that Sam and the twins could see what was on it. Next thing you know Sam is jumping out of his seat giving you the biggest bear hug followed by the rest of the guys joining in on the hug. You all sit back down and Sam takes the onsies out of the mug and unrolls them to find the positive pregnancy test. “WE ARE HAVING A BABY!” he screamed, throwing his hands in the air in excitement. The rest of you laughed.

After the adrenaline settles down in everyone, Danny and the twins say their congratulations as they head out the door. Just as Danny is about to close the door he opens it back up and pokes his head through with a smile on his face “I’m so happy for you guys and I can’t wait to meet my niece or nephew and Thomas to meet his little cousin.” He gave the two of you another hug and closed the door behind him.

The two of you sit back down on the couch. “Are you okay? How do you feel? Do you need anything?” Sam asks as he rubs your belly. You smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’m okay. Are you okay?” He looks at you with the biggest smile on his face. “Are you kidding me? I'm great , no I'm exhilarated!” The two of you cuddled on the couch while talking about different things related to the baby. “Oh! I forgot to show you!” You say pulling out your phone turning it to face him. He takes it from you looking at the record you had ordered earlier. You watch the smile spread across his face. He hands you your phone back and gives you another hug. You pull back after a minute “we grew up with it I figured they should do and have their own.” His smile was still there “it’s perfect, you’re perfect, everything is perfect.” He said placing his hand back on your stomach.

A few weeks had gone by and everyone in your lives finally knew you were expecting. It was nice not keeping the pregnancy a secret anymore. You and Sam had gone out shopping looking for stuff for the nursery. As you guys were walking to the next store you heard rustling coming from the side of the building next to a dumpster. Sam went over to check to see what it was. His eyes widened as he bent down to pick up what was making the noise. He turns to you holding a puppy that looks to be a pitbull. Sam found the puppy in a box next to some dead roses. The two of you cut the shopping short and find the nearest vet to bring the puppy to. They confirmed that it’s a girl and she’s about 4 months old and she’s a pitbull.

Not thinking about it the two of you knew you’d end up bringing this puppy home once you knew it was okay and healthy. Sam stays at the vet while you run to the closest pet store to get all the things you need to have for a puppy. Once you think you got everything you checkout and go pick Sam and the puppy up. Sam gets in the passenger seat holding her. “I think we should name her Rose.” He says with a smile on his face. “I love it! She’s so cute!” He nods in agreement.

Rose was by your side the entire pregnancy and chance she got. It was like she knew and she needed to protect you. She would lay her head on your belly feeling the baby kick scared her at first but she got used to it and it became her favorite place to sleep. You knew she was gonna love this baby. You were not expecting to have a puppy and a baby all in the same year but you knew they both came into your life for a reason.

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Eight months later you and Sam are sitting in the finished nursery of your unborn child. Rose laying at your feet. The two of you decided to go with Winnie the Pooh as the nursery theme because it has history for the two of you and it seemed fitting. The two of you also decided to wait till the birth to find out the gender of the baby. It was hard going to all the doctor appointments and leaving without knowing the gender of the baby. But you knew it would be worth the wait.

A few days later you are in the kitchen cleaning up and Sam is at practice with the guys. Your legs were wet but you just thought that it was water that has splashed on you until you are having really intense cramps. You finally put two and two together realizing that your water had broken. You wait till the contraction is over and waddle over to your phone to call Sam. After a few rings you hear chatter in the background “Hello my love, what can I do for ya?” You giggle “You could come pick me up and take me to the hospital to have this baby of ours and tell one of the boys to come watch Rose.” You let out a giggle. “Yes ma’am! I’m on my way right now! Brothers it’s time! Can someone come watch Rose?” You smile hearing his excitement. You hear cheering in the background. You hear “WE ARE HAVING A BABY” right before he hangs up the phone. You let out a belly laugh that was cut off by another contraction.

Sam busts through the front door looking frantically for you. Jake follows behind, coming to take care of Rose. Meanwhile you are in the kitchen eating what you can find because you don’t know when the next time you’ll be able to eat again. He laughs “alright take it to go my love” you follow him out to the living room you hug Jake as he grabs the hospital bags and tosses them over his shoulder. Jake whispers in your ear “have fun dealing with that” as he points to Sam frantically looking over a list in his hand making sure everything is packed and you guys have everything. “Jake shut it and take care of Rose. Sam scoffs. Sam hugs Jake. The two of you make your way to the hospital.

Once settled in the hospital room you send out your texts that the little one is making its way into the world and you’d let them know when they arrive. Your pregnancy was easy up until this point. The contractions were so painful. You really wanted to have a natural birth without the epidural but you quickly changed your mind as the contractions were getting closer together. You were in a much better mood after getting the epidural. It was weird not being able to feel your legs but you didn’t care, you were just happy you couldn’t really feel the contractions.

Five hours later after being admitted to labor and delivery you welcomed a baby girl into your family. Sam was so excited to be a girl dad. The two of you had a few names picked out that you like for boy and girl names. You decided that you would throw the girl names you liked into a bowl and randomly picked one. Sam pulls out the piece of paper with your baby’s name on it. With a smile spreading across his face he looks to you “Iris” he turns the piece of paper toward you. You thought it was perfect. Sam has a garden with the most beautiful irises so you weren’t surprised when he suggested that as a name and deep down you loved it. You couldn’t be happier.

After FaceTiming all the family, letting them know she was here and knowing her name you took a much needed nap. Iris was still laying on your chest. Sam had taken a picture of you sleeping with her on your chest. Capturing that moment forever. Sam took the time while you were sleeping to run home a blanket that Iris had been wrapped in to Rose so that she could get to know her scent. Sam and Jake say their goodbyes again. Before Sam is able to leave, Jake steps in front of the door and puts his hand to Sam’s chest “I better be the first uncle that little girl meets Samuel.” He said in a joking tone but was completely serious. Sam lets out a chuckle. “Alright big bro, be back in a couple days thanks again!”

Two days later you are in the back seat of the car with Iris as Sam pulls into the driveway. He helps you out then grabs Iris in her car seat. You don’t put your hand on the handle before the door is whipped open and pulled into a big hug from the twins and Danny. Jake breaks away first grabbing the car seat from Sam and walking over to the couch to meet his niece for the first time. As he’s taking her out of the car seat he looks over to you “she looks just like you.” You smile “I know but she’s got the Kiszka eyes and lips.”

Danny and Josh did eventually get to meeting her. And so did Rose and she did amazing just like we thought she would. Everyone else met after the first week of being home. You and Sam adjusted well to the new way of life. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. All that was left to do was raise your little family with the love of your life.

The End.

[dervampireprince]

Hey so you might have already looked into this and sorry for bringing it up if you have. But I saw the post about character ai, and I had heard of similar sites so I went snooping.

On one chat site called Spicychat.ai if you type your username (dervampireprince) into the search there is one bot based on your ghost audio with your art of ghost as the thumbnail. Then there is one that says it’s about a post you made on tumblr, I’ve never seen the post they’re talking about but it mentions your username in the description and is titled Zachkarie. Also the tags on the Zachkarie one are pretty dark (horror, mind control, sadism to name a few) and I figured you might not want your handle attached to that.

As far as I’m aware the site is text based, and doesn’t have a voice component but I don’t know much about it so I could be wrong.

Sorry if you didn’t want any more reports about this stuff, I just thought it might be better to say something than not to.

.. okay. so i had a whole response i'd been writing up and tumblr deleted the whole thing. let's do this again.

i've never heard of this site and we're gonna get to wtf is this before we get to my stuff being stolen for ai again. so the site promotes itself as having nsfw content and "fully uncensored chats" and yet... it does not ask you when you enter to confirm you're over 18. any porn site has to do this, this one does not. instead it says to read and participate in any of their nsfw chats you have to make an account (i would assume you cannot make an account if you put your age as under 18). so this means everything public on their site is sfw and safe for minors to see right?

well, let's see what i can see without having told the site i am over 18, without making an account. the sidebar publicly lists popular tags like "dominant, gentle dom, submissive, yandere, horror, corruption, mind contro, omegaverse, cnc, sadistic, mature, age play, real, switch, bondage, watersport, masochistic" which you can see and read without an account.

okay but what about the chat bots? all these are NOT marked nsfw, you can read these without the site asking to confirm you're over 18 so they must be sfw and safe for minors right? since i mean these sites surely know the majority of people who use ai chatbots like these are minors. they wouldn't have the public stuff also be nsfw right without a popup asking to confirm you're over 18 right?

the opening text that greets you on their most popular "recommended" chatbots. i am not generating more text from them as i'm against generative ai. perhaps if you start to steer the conversation towards anything sexual it stops you but i don't know. the fact is these opening chats have to be sfw if um.. i mean its a porn site basically right? if this porn site doesn't ask to confirm my age especially when we all know these chatbots are so popular with minors. and to make things extra clear i am not kinkshaming anything that comes up, i am purely only saying: should this be on the sfw side of this nsfw website?

TW for chatbot scenarios of non-con, dub-con, alcohol including being too drunk to consent, predatory characters, character's just overall not caring about consent

newto, #1 'recommended' chatbot, opening text states he's dating a boy called honey, they drink alcohol, they have their first kiss and have to stop because one gets aroused and "was afraid he would show no restraint" implying if they kept kissing one would be unable to stop trying to have sex.

lorenzo de luca, #3 'recommended' chatbot, opening text states he has an obsession with you and asks if he can "taste your lips or your body?"

katya, #4 'recommended' chatbot, opening text states she's your friends mother, you're there for a sleepover, you are 18, she comes into your room in the night and asks "aren't you going to help me~", "it was immediately clear that she was aroused"

davidalex vander, #8 'recommended' chatbot, opening text states he's your boyfriends father, you got drunk, had sex with him, got pregnant, can't remember that you had sex with him because of how drunk you were, he touches your stomach without your consent and you are uncomfortable

mr scarletella, #9 'recommended' chatbot, opening text states (i think it's implied he's non-human or some sort of creepypasta monster), you pick up the umbrella he's always carrying, he gets angry, you gripping the umbrella causes "a current of electricity went straight to his groin, the huge erection was clearly visible", he grabs you, drags you into a room "the other hand untied his belt"

now... in my opinion, those should also be behind the nsfw account wall OR there should be a popup asking for you to confirm you're over 18 before you read these because they are clearly sexual, some straight up mention arousal and erections, this is not appropriate content for minors. and minors who have been proven to not always understand that these bots aren't real, should not be learning about relationships and sex from chatbots that seem to overwhelming be designed to be yandere, unhealthily possessive or obsessive, push boundaries and not care about consent. there's nothing wrong with these themes in fiction, but minors can't always see clear lines between fiction and reality.

to get back on track with stolen content. as should all know by now, generative ai including these chatbots are trained on stolen writing, whether that's books or fanfic or articles or blogs and more, that is taken from writers without their consent and fed into these chatbots. every time you get a chatbot like this to generate something you are contributing to and encouraging the stealing of people's work.

the site is full of stolen art, none of the thumbnails for any of the chatbots i've seen on it credit the artists. there is apparently a voice feature as you there is a microphone button but i refuse to let this site access my microphone so i don't know what it does. it may just allow you to talk and the character type back, or it may allow the character and you to both talk, i don't know.

now characterai doesn't allow nsfw or sexual content seemingly because it understands its userbase is a lot of minors and that generating conversations about sex could get very triggering very quickly as bots don't understand boundaries.

you said stuff comes up when you type in my username, but it doesn't for me. which worries me then that they are not only bots of me/my voice/my work but that it's a nsfw bot that i can't see without making an account. i tried searching 'ghost' and got through 10 pages of simon riley bots before i gave up continuing to page 65, i didn't see my art on there. i did search 'Zachkarie' and got two chatbots for the character from the game OFF called Zachkarie, but neither of them mention me. i'm gonna have to make an account aren't i? well i did this for characterai and then deleted the account after i was done snooping so i guess i can do this again.

so i can confirm that when you make an account you have to confirm that you are over 18. it doesn't ask for your age or date of birth, you just have to tick a box that asks you to confirm you're over 18. it also says on this screen "no _, no underage, no incest", the first thing wasn't _ i just didn't see this text until i'd already clicked okay and another page was loading and couldn't read it in time. interesting that those are rules when i've seen a lot of stuff that borders on incest with a lot of parent-in-law or best-friends-parent, and the tag 'age play' has almost 4k results. i also don't know why there is a tag called 'real' with over 3k audios when obviously none of this is real it's all ai.

anyway let's try searching again... no. nothing comes up when you search my username. i tried 'dervampireprince', 'der vampire prince', 'vampireprince', 'dervamprieprince' like it was mispelled on cai.. and nothing. no results. i had no tag filters on. i went into my account settings and made sure showing nsfw content was on. and still got nothing in search results.

so.. i don't know why you're saying you found things on the search on here? i don't kniw if i've been tricked into making another account on one of these shitty sites, but if my stuff is really on there please just send me the links, either put spaces in them so you can send them via asks, or do what the last person did and put them in the replies to this post, or you can dm me them i guess though i'd rather not get dms.

well lets take a spin around their faq before we depart.

ah. right. so a bot chooses what to label as nsfw and what to label as sfw. and all sfw chatbots can still engage in nsfw roleplay.

uh i don't think "plainly creepy" is a thing you can easily detect and delete. it's subjective. i think that #8 was plainly creepy, but others might enjoy that fantasy idk. i think any chatbots of real people are plainly creepy. like what is that supposed to mean. "upsetting" again that's subjective, especially on your site full of horror and yandere nsfw content.

and the audacity to say "you cant steal and copy chatbots from other users" while many chatbots on there are fictional characters not created by the users uploading them, and almost every if not every fandom and oc on there is using stolen art as its thumbnail

but yeah i couldn't find anything so if my stuff is really on here i'd like links please. even if i can't report anything i want screenshots as proof that this happened.

[howtotrainyourrei]

anywho here are maneskins albums ranked according to which ones i like best, if you're also into them i would love to hear your thoughts (this is also LONG AS FUCK)

1. TEATRO D'IRA

this was the first one i listened to, i dont even remember why, i vaguely remember thinking of beggin' and being like,, omg i remember that song, i wonder if they have any good albums. so i googled which maneskin album was best and MY LIFE WAS TRANSFORMED. every single song on this album is such a banger there are no skips, like usually on albums i like there are at least a couple songs where i'm like,, ehhh could be better. NOT HERE. idk which song is my favourite i think it's a tie between IWBYS, coraline, zitti e buoni, and vent'anni (literally that is half of the album, that's how good it is).

anyway i love love love the hard rock sound, but it's also not just that, like there is so much variation but it's all very cohesive. maneskin is known for their unique sound so that makes sense but my mind is still sort of boggled. it has like some harder songs but they all feel emotional?? i dont even speak italian but without even looking up the translation i almost cried from coraline because it was so beautiful. and vent'anni is ON ANOTHER LEVEL. IT IS THE PERFECT SONG TO END AN ALBUM WITH. it like combines all the ideas of the album into one song, it has hard rock elements but it still almost feels like a ballad.? GOD I LOVE THIS ALBUM. i think it might be my second fabourite album of all time now,,, it's just actually perfect. i think it's the best album i've heard in 2024. FUCK ITS SO GOOD.

2. RUSH! (ARE U COMING?)

GOD GOD GODDDDD THIS ALBUM. this is a totally different sound to any of their other albums. it's also LITERALLY DOUBLE THE LENGTH OF THEIR PREVIOUS LONGEST ALBUM (il ballo della vita, which is 34 minutes) WHICH MEANS THIS ALBUM HAS ONE HOUR AND EIGHT MINUTES OF MUSIC. TEATRO D'IRA ONLY HAS 30 MINUTES!!!! YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY. okay so this album was at first released just as RUSH! with five less songs, but apparently as they continued touring and stuff they felt they had more to say so they added more songs (correct me if i'm wrong but i think this is what happened). I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS ALBUM, IT IS ONCE AGAIN VERY GENIUS. the songs are almosr completely english. i really love their italian songs, but they have always wanted to write in english so i understand why they're moving back to english.

SO!! this album is so good, it has a lot of extra depth that none of their previous albums had (musically),, except for maybe il ballo della vita. like in teatro d'ira it's basically just bass, guitar, drums, vocals, and tambourine. there might be a couple other instruments but the reason that album is so strong is because of the foundation and stuff. but with rush! there is not only a strong foundation but they also had so many types of songs!!!! there were ballads, there were harder songs, but there were also weird songs like bla bla bla and kool kids. i really LOVE kool kids, i love the punk sound. i think my favourite songs are HONEY (ARE U COMING), off my face, gossip, timezone, baby said, feel, and mammamia but EVERY SONG IS SO GOOD. just like the prev albums THERE ARE NO SKIPS!! that is so crazy for me because even with my one love (david bowie's ziggy stardust and the whatever lol) there is one skip, and måneskin has THREE ALBUMS WITH NO SONGS I WANT TO SKIP. THIS IS SO RARE FOR ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. i got off track there back to rush. this album is, also, SO COHESIVE. despite all the different styles they try it all fits together so well, it's such a magical experience to listen to this album. okay so this album was going to be number three on this list but i'm going to switch it now bc im currently listening to it and writing this is sort of changing my mind lol, ITS SO GODDAMN GOOD. tbh i would say this album is equally aa good as teatro d'ira but i have a sentimental attachment to teatro already lol and it's also more my usual style of music.

3. Chosen (this is an ep but whatever)

so this was their first album thing they ever released, it's mostly covers but there are two originals which are the first two songs. the originals are SO GOOD expecially for being some of the first music they ever released????? im obsessed with chosen (the song), i really REALLY love the line "this is not music, this is my life, this is what i live for." IT FEELS SO TRUE BC THATS HOW I FEEL ABOUT MUSIC (i literally do not make music i just like it lol but its like an important part of my life idfk but this line just hits hard) anyway i think the reason i like this album sm is because it's a lot more lighthearted?? i really like the style of their music, how it all feels connected even though it's mostly covers. also i think i like this album so much too because i found this english translation where they competed on x factor and most of these songs were there (if anyone wants the link lmk).

my favourite song by far tho is SOMEBODY TOLD ME. GOD FUCKING DAMN THEY EXECUTED THAT SONG SO WELL. and their FUCKING PERFORMANCE on x factor that went with it was SO GODDAMN GOOD. i love watching choreography and stuff, its my fucking jam, but i dont usually feel actual emotions about it?? like obviously it was very attractive, damiano is stunning, but also it was just so gorgeous..?? i felt real emotions watching that one performance, it was so good. im going to put the link at the bottom of the post bc GOOD LORD. god that was a brilliant performance. anyway i just love the sound of this ep, it's very raw and i really love that it was when they were first starting out,,

also the goofy little intros on both of the original songs on these albums are SO FUNNY why did he do that

4. Il ballo della vita

we've reached the final album :(((( i honestly feel bad for putting it at the end, but the reason it's all the way down here is because there's actually a couple songs i don't love, so i'll say those first. the first one is immortale. i cant tell if its a bad song or not, but i think its good, i just personally dont love it lol. but the other one is "are you ready?" this song is not even that bad it's just kind of goofy, but once again, it's not my usual style of music and it's not something i think i would listen to if it wasn't maneskin.

okay now we can get into WHAT I LIKE!!!! WHICH IS LITERALLY THE REST OF THE ALBUM. this album's style is very similar actually to the chosen ep, except it's all originals, and it's also VERY EXPERIMENTAL. i love love LOVEEEE that. like you can tell this is their first lp by how many different things they try. they're finding their style BUT IT STILL REMAINS EXTREMELY IDENTIFIABLE. on x factor their little music coach guy kept emphasising that when the other judges commented on how maneskin should try different styles and saying that its more important to be recognisable, but MANESKIN DID BOTH!! they tried so many tyoes of songs with different structures and stuff, but they also remained maneskin. obviously damiano's vocals are a huge part in that, he has a distinct af voice, but it's also the other instruments, i particularly noticed vic's bass, and i love LOVE thomas's riffs OMG. this isn't even just on this album. i dont play guitar so i have no idea if he's technically skilled (i think he is???) but i LOVE HIS STYLE AND THE CLASSIC MANESKIN RIFFS OMGGGGG. anyway tho the reason this album is so good bc it has so much variation, although i would say it's not as cohesive as the other albums, even chosen. my favourite songs tho are definitely torna a casa, fear for nobody, and close to the top. torna a case is a BEAUTIFUL ballad. it's brilliant and amazing,, i LOVE that song.

also, they made a documentary about the making of this album which was so so interesting. it was very real, and you kind of get an insight into their dynamic as a band, which was just so SHAJAISISI. but it definitely made me appreciate this album more when i could actually get a look into its production. anyway listen to torna a casa it's gorgeous.

OKAY!!! this was so fun to write actually, i doubt anyone is going to read it because it's so goddamn long but if you did i am kissing you on the lips. here is the promised link to their performance of somebody told me by the killers covered by måneskin https://youtu.be/ADcTUnUJnGs?si=3Iht9sLZn2ZRbuAW

seriously, this band is so good. i'm obsessed with them yeah but they're honestly revolutionary. not only are they basically the only world famous italian band (that i know of at least?? lmk if there are any), but they do so many INTERESTING THINGS. i have been SEARCHING for a modern band who takes old music, particularly 70s bc that's what i'm into, and takes inspiration from it but still makes something original. they are doing so much for music nowadays, obviously there are lots of amazing modern rock bands, but the fact that maneskin is SO popular is crazy to me, it makes me so so happy. and not only that, it's also so amazing that there are two queer band members (vic and ethan) who (especially victoria) talk about being queer. they also act very modest in interviews and stuff, which i really appreciate, and they're all very well-spoken and good at communicating their thoughts even though it's in a second language, which can be SO FRUSTRATING sometimes bc you know what you want to say but it can be so hard in a second language. they are just very eloquent and they act very wonderful (i say "act" and "seem" bc i understand it's a parasocial relationship lol, they could all be assholes, but they seem very, VERY genuine). they all impress me a lot and i am so excited to see what they do next.

damn this is so long im sorry but i had to say this I AM OBSESSED WITH THESE GUYS, maybe if you're also into maneskin or want to get into them you could dm me to talk about them........??..?🥺🥺

[quodekash]

im back.

hell yeah flute man

pls my dads are so sweet, i cant deal

IVE CONTINUED FOR THREE MINUTES AND IM ALREADY ABOUT TO CRY AGAIN, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

THE WAY THE BLANKET IS RUFFLED AT HIS NECK MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A GRANNY OR SMTH I CANT STOP LAUGHING

IM CRYING

IM LAUGHING SO HARD IM CRYING

DID THEY REALLY JUST

OMG

IS HE STUMBLING BECAUSE THE GROUND THEY SLEPT ON IS HARD OR IS HE STUMBLING BECAUSE THEY GOT HARD

i guess what im trying to say is DID THEY REALLY JUST FU

YOU GUMNUTS YOU LOST THE KID

OF COURSE YOU FREAKING LOST THE KID

THE ONE TIME I GET EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO A CHILD, IT GETS LOST

THIS HAPPENED WITH JIGSAW AS WELL

what is it with our skyy 2 and introducing me to small children that i get emotionally attached to anD THEN RIPPING THEM AWAY FROM ME

he'll be fine tho, im sure of it. he knows what hes doing. and even if he doesnt, he's got two dads and two uncles to look after him, theyll find him and rescue him in the most overly dramatic way possible

my bet tho: he's just gone back to the village and he's completely safe and yod's trying to radio them to let them know hes safe but their radio isnt working, so he's gonna go into the forest to look for them while the four dudes wander around the forest to find the kid, and then theyll all run into each other and be like "welp we panicked for nothing" and then go back to the village and then theyll kiss their boyfriends and longtae will appear with his 184cm tall boyfriend and theyll all party and celebrate

(that last part is a mere wish, i know my boy doesnt show up at all and im sad about it)

OHHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

its totally fine then, theyll find him and he'll be safe and sound

oh look at that, they did a custody switch

i think the real thing we should be saying here is: it's already evening and your legs are STILL hurting?

YOU GUMNUTS, DONT GO LOOKING AS WELL

THEYRE GONNA FIND THE KID AND COME BACK AND FIND YOU GUYS MISSING

AND THE CYCLE WILL NEVER END

HOLY FREAKING HELL YOU IDIOTS

bro is just chilling

i love this kid so much

he's saying this terrifying thing about how a wild animal nearly killed him so he climbed a tree and got stuck in it all night, and he's just so chill about it

i just love him so much

well how the hell are you gonna communicate that with your boyfriends

REMINDER: PRAN AND TIAN HAVE NOW SPENT THREE DAYS IN THIS FOREST

WHAT THE HELL ARE THE VILLAGERS THINKING??

THEY DONT HAVE THEIR HEAD CHIEF FOREST GUY BECAUSE HES BEEN IN THIS FOREST FOR TWO DAYS

also: surely patpran are getting close to their one week quota, right? they had one week to get the thing signed, ive forgotten how long they were already there for, but theyve been in a forest for three days so like idk man

YOU GUMNUTS

SURELY YOU KNOW YOUR BOYFRIENDS WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW THEYRE IDIOTS WHO WILL TRY TO COME FIND YOU WHEN YOU DONT COME BACK

they all probably smell. theyve been wearing those clothes for days in a forest

and pat probably still thinks he can find pran based on his scent, bless his silly idiotic heart

TIAN HASNT HAD HIS FREAKING HEART MEDICATION IN FREAKING DAYS

THE MAN'S GONNA DIE

P'AUUUUU

LMAOOOOOO CALLED OUTTTT

omg bonding

"why do i feel like you're just insecure and not sure if you're good enough to tell anyone that story?" awh

"you know nothing" "why wouldnt i know? i know how it feels to be insecure, unsure if im good enough" wait hang on

NO

HONEYBUN

NO WAY

HONEY YOU'VE BOTH MADE SO MANY SACRIFICES FOR EACH OTHER TO GET TO WHERE YOU ARE TODAY

i wanna hug him so bad

FREAKING FINALLY

MAN NEEDS HIS MEDICATION

ID RATHER MY DAD DIDNT DIE TODAY

GJWEKBRSVD

THATS IT

IM DONE

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

IM NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY OKAY RIGHT NOW

ITS THE WATCH

i know he has it just because pran dropped it in the forest and pat picked it up, but its still the same watch that pat picked up for pran when they were children, all those freaking years ago

i just think its a lovely parallel

i love them so much

hsdshgjsdhjgsd

SEE?? you help each other out, you both sacrifice for one another, YOU ARE IN LOVE AND YOU MIGHT NOT BE PERFECT BUT YOU'RE THE DAMN BEST AND GVERYJDHFGB

BITCHES BE CRYING RN

ITS ME

IM BITCHES

SOBBING MY EYES OUT

COMFORTING DAD PATS (pats like the action of patting, not multiple of the character whose shoulder is being patted. words are hard)

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

HSDFHSDFHSDHG

THEY MEAN PROBABLY TOO MUCH TO ME

ALSO PRAN DEFINITELY SMELLS WORSE THAN PAT FOR ONCE, HE HASNT SHOWERED IN DAYS

ANYWAY, HUGS

I LOVE HUGS SO MUCH

SAME

HE IS ME

I LOVE YOD SO MUCH

shoot i ran out of images

just fyi: it took over two hours for me to get from halfway through 2/4 to halfway through 4/4. and i still have a whole episode left go to. this may take like a week to finish