#seeking fic

[encasedinobsidian]

saw a recipe for Finnish salmon soup and immediately thought of Mimi making it for Joel 🐟🍲

sometimes I wonder if they are as real to anyone else as they are to me

[chloeangelic]

Since hot slut - Seeking What is Desirable Joel - got BUTT ASS naked immediately in someone else's guest room with ladybug.....

Can you describe in a bit more detail what he looks like naked?

*Disrespectfully

Ask and you shall receive - everything under the cut~  

seeking what is desirable Joel - body and 🍆 HCs!

Rating: 18+ Warnings: Discussions about dick and cock and height/size difference kink, references to our lord and savior Manuel Ferrara

I see him as being about a foot taller than Ladybug - I’m 5’8 and my bf is a foot taller than me so it’s more about Joel being tall than Ladybug being short or small. He’s generally a big guy, and - not to ruin anyone’s immersion so LOOK AWAY if needed - but when I write for them I tend to visualize them as like 5’5 and 6’5 tbh. She's definitely not petite by any means, not skinny or small, just sort of average height. Jeremiah is about 6'1 I think.

Let’s do this head to toe, shall we? This Joel can be read as show or pixel Joel, however his nose and hair are more consistent with show Joel cause he’s my man. He has very broad shoulders, muscular arms and chest, definitely a dad bod cause he’s softer around the middle and has a solid insulation layer so nice soft tummy but if he were to flex when you poke him, you’d feel some abs under there. Nice chest hair, mix of brown and gray, not too thick but not sparse either, just a solid layer you can see his skin through. Normal amount of dark arm hair as well. We’ve all seen that screen grab of Ramon from that pornstar first date thing, of the tummy and the thigh grab? That’s a good representation haha 

He has a very nice and thick back, wide lats and nice lower back muscles. Can definitely see his traps well when he’s wearing t-shirts. Some veins on his forearms but mostly pronounced when he’s working or at the gym. 

He’s def the type to unintentionally have kind of a juicy ass and thick quads from working out - not as juicy of an ass as Manuel, however, but I have taken a lot of Seeking inspo from the video of him and Naomi Swann, especially for ch 1 (I sometimes watch that video just to get into the headspace to write for them lmfao, would recommend). He has hairy legs, the hair growth tapering off a little mid-thigh and up, and big feet. Probably shoe size 14/15.  

Dick and cock wise… Let’s see. He probably used to be in the habit of trimming his pubic hair but stopped giving a fuck a while before ch 1 - it’s mentioned that he looks like hasn’t seen a razor in a few months. It’s dark, thick, but definitely not too long. When Ladybug enters the picture, he goes back to slight trimming so it's still full coverage, still thick, perfect for rubbing against, but not long enough to wrap around your finger entirely, you feel me?

I’d say he’s 8.5-8.7” fully hard, very thick and proportional from base to tip with a very slight taper at the end, has a few thick veins that bulge but he’s definitely not covered in them, I think they mostly just run along the bottom half of his length. Proportionally sized balls - I know some people are into massive balls but one time my friend showed me a pic of a guy with massive balls and it honestly just freaked me out, like, his entire bulge was 90% BALLS and I was not into it. I see him as a shower tbh, like he’s probably 5-6 inches soft. His erection is so heavy that it doesn't stand out 45 degrees from his body like a lot of dicks do, I think it probably just sort of chills around parallel with the floor if he's standing.

New chapter on Tuesday !!!! Enjoy !!

[imagining-in-the-margins]

this ain’t a request but you’re the biggest cm account i follow and i need to call ALL SPENCER REID FANFIC READERS!!!!

okay guys so i read a fic forever ago where y/n stole the blanket from reid and he woke up cold and kissed her face to wake her up and they had some cute little banter and ladeeda cutie pie fluff!! (he kissed her face and was being sweet and she was like “cute.” and then she was like covering her face with the blanket i think idk something cute and he did it back and it was just so adorkable) it was just a little blurb but i LOST IT and i cannot find it and i’m going crazy looking for it

ps i know this is a very brazen and unusual msg to send and i’m sorry for that but i’m so desperate 😩

I am unfortunately unable to identify this fic either 😔 I hope that someone in the comments, reblogs, or anons can help you find it!

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

Desperate a ice skater au and was hoping and praying u knew one preferably longer than 100k

Ugh, I DON'T know one, but posting in hopes others do!!

[encasedinobsidian]

how i’m tryna be w seeking joel’s baby. love u!!!!

CRYING MAX HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHH OH MY GOD

ILY😭😭😭😭😭😭 that is so funny wtf

[chloeangelic]

seeking 6 tomorrow????

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, “I’m so sorry.” 

And you’re not quite sure what he’s apologizing for but you whisper back, it’s okay, before you press a kiss to his spine, grab your bag and leave, each step heavier than the last, like wading through a foot of snow. It physically hurts to walk out, to leave him there to deal with his wife, his kids, his own conscience. 

But there’s no other option — your time has run out, the last grain of sand has slid down the edge of the glass and there’s nothing left now but you and your car across the street. You throw your bag in the passenger seat and climb in, try to shove your keys in the ignition with shaking hands and swallow the lump in your throat. 

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Hiii i have a question, i think i read this fic about spencer being readers bodyguard and he’s undercover because readers mom is trying to marry her off and spencer finally has enough and takes her away to a safe house and there he reveals he’s undercover and actually an fbi agent and when they arrest her mom she goes on to live with spencer and just it’s all really sweet in the end! Do you happen to know who wrote it ?? I’ve been looking but i can’t seem to find it 😩 anyway if you don’t know that’s totally fine but i just can’t get it out of my head and had to ask ☺️

Unfortunately, no one in the Discord seemed to remember this fic. Is it possible you're combining different stories? Either way, I hope someone in the comments, reblogs, or anons can help find it for you!

[chloeangelic]

Joel having dinner in Seeking what is desirable ch 1 🤨🤨🤨

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER

The Last of Us | 1.03: Long, Long Time

[starry-bi-sky]

im dedicating this to @detectivedarling. i felt inspired after seeing their little ficlet yesterday sadhjfl 🫶

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Danny's grip on his cane tightens.

"What—"

His voice cracks. He stops, clears it, then tries again in spite of the nausea twisting in his gut. "What are — you, uh, watching, Bruce?" He sounds horribly far away.

Bruce doesn't look at him, his attention laser-focused on the screen. Which is— fine. It's usually not a problem, Bruce gets like that when he hyper-focuses on a case, and unless it's urgent — or he's been at it for hours — Danny sees no need to pull him away from it. He likes the quiet camaraderie they have, it's companionable and unique to the two of them.

He wishes he was right now though. Looking at him, that is.

That way he wasn't watching what was clearly one of Danny's ghost fights. One of the nastier ones, if the collateral damage and rubble on the street is of any indication.

Danny tries to remember which one that is. He shuffles a little closer to the desk, ignoring the rock in his stomach or the ugly weightlessness in his arms. It's not the blood blossoms, that much he knows. He just recently had an injection so it shouldn't be bothering him this soon—

So it's just nerves. Perfect.

Most footage of his fights are— messy, at best. Unusable at worst. Amity Park was obsessed with appearing 'normal' when they first started happening, and typical news stations censor the worst of the fights anyways for publishing, since they can get pretty gory at times. And ghosts move too fast to be caught on regular standard cameras, not including distance and light and—

That is to say— finding usable ghost fight videos is hard.

Danny wonders how Bruce got his hands on this one, and then stops wondering.

The audio is muted, which is - good. Good, because the fight is ugly and chaotic and clearly this was taken on someone's phone. Fuck, he can't remember if he ever saw that before — clearly not. They're hiding behind an overturned car, and Danny grits his teeth so he doesn't tell that idiot to run.

The camera turns up, and focuses on two figures in the air. It takes a few seconds, but when it does, Danny gets hit with a wave of vertigo. His grip tightens and he leans heavily on his cane, he waits for the black dots to disappear.

He- uh, he remembers this fight now. Uh, sort of.

He remembers being twelve at the time, and he remembers some of the injuries he got out of it. His eyelid spasms abruptly. This ghost wasn't one of his regulars, so he doesn't remember whatever name they had, barely remembered what they looked like up until- uh. Now.

Was he always that small? Well— Phantom's never been particularly big, perks of being a dead kid, but— it's - different. Seeing it from an outsider perspective. Was he that small? Or is it just because he's wearing a jumpsuit clearly too big for him that casts the illusion of being small?

Doesn't really - matter. Now. He can't access his ghost form, and he already knows the answers to his appearance.

Phantom is clearly bleeding, viscous and violently green like the bubbles of a lava lamp, clutching onto a limp shoulder that's missing an arm from the elbow down. Half his face is drenched in similar blood, the eye on the drenched side is closed — not because he can't see through the ectoplasm.

Danny's memories of that fight slowly come in a bit clearer. Right. He took a pole to the eye in that one. That had - hurt. A lot. Getting an eye gouged out usually does. It and the missing arm took hours to grow back.

He rubs his eye with his palm for no other reason than it itches.

The other ghost isn't untouched of any injury either, but he's not in a state of dismemberment like Phantom is.

Danny drops his gaze down at Bruce, whose sitting in his chair with his hands threaded together, looking so tense that Danny half expects to meet solid steel if he were to touch his back. His face is - blank. Terribly blank, with an intensity in his eyes that Danny doesn't see often.

He looks terribly distressed.

He opens his mouth, and finds that nothing comes out. His throat is thick with an ugly, tar-like feeling that makes his eyes sting. Kinda reminds him of when someone wraps their hands around your throat and presses. He closes his mouth, then tries again.

"B—" hhhhhh, "Buzz."

Finally Bruce looks at him, one hand slaps the space button on the keyboard, and the video pauses. His expression doesn't shift, but there's a weight in the lines of his face that reminds Danny of a set of weights sagging.

He looks quite like he's grieving something.

Bruce opens his mouth, his voice comes out terribly soft and heartbroken: "He looks like you."

Which is— a terrifying sentence in and of itself. One that makes Danny's legs shake and ignite his ragged, poison-chewed nerves alight with the need to run. An instinctive urge to deny, deny, deny.

How could he? He could say, that's a ghost, Bruce. I'm not a ghost. He could crack a joke, and ask, 'do I look dead to you?' or say something about how he knows that his parents studied ghosts, but that didn't make him one.

He could say that, and he could say it knowing full well that Bruce would see right through it. He'd probably let Danny too.

Danny closes his eyes. They sting, you see? So does his nose, right in the back like someone popped him in the face. And his throat is thick and gross and like someone stuck a spider, the big fat tarantula kind, right down into his esophagus.

He breathes in — through his mouth, because his nose stings and so it'd be best not to irritate it further with air — and it's terribly shaky and uneven. But it clears a pathway to his lungs big enough for him to say — whisper, really:

"You know, I think you're the first person to notice that."

[bunclebee]

You know what, I actually meant to draw Cheetor in a barista apron, because i drew Rodimus in a barista apron (not depicted here), but then I realized that his cheetah head is in the way, and so I just drew Cheetor x 2, lookin real friendly. Should I just draw a longer apron that would fit under the cheetah head? Should I give the cheetah a little maid cap? Wait why a maid cap, I’m not drawing him as a maid. Nevermind I think I answered my question.

[sunset-sunbun]

fanart for Like A Wheel Ever Turning because this fic has me in a chokehold <3

(click for better quality) O ugh

i struggled so much on the smile doodle- I wanted to get the expression justttttttt right. I'm still unsure how well I did TTwTT also I'm near if not absolutely certain none of these are actual quotes from the fic just little summaries of events in my brainnn

if you want to ACTUALLY SEE THEM! THEN PLEAS PELAS PLEAS LEAS PLEASSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CHECK IT OUT

fic is by @annasofthe11thdimension and they are fucking incredible <333333

[chloeangelic]

its giving... seeking joel before things went to shit with gwen and he started working out all the time to fill the void he started wearing contacts and one of his coworkers wives was like wow joel you look handsome these days gwen is so lucky but he knows she just went to cancun on his dime

peep the wedding ring

PEDRO PASCAL as MARCUS MORENO — WE CAN BE HEROES (2020) / dir. robert rodriguez

[carrot-felisidad]

Luo Binghe leaves the realm to look for his own nice Shizun, Sha Hualing and Liu Mingyan finally eloped, leaving Ning Yingying as the new lord of the harem.

No I will not elaborate

[young-royals-confessions]

I need more fic recs with lots of pining pls!!

📖

[serialkilluh1996]

𝐊Ö𝐍𝐈𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

Yet he played them so well.

Very often, you were trying to trick König into indulging in your prey kink. Getting him to play hide and seek with you right after work.

He'd always suggest showering first, but you'd pout and rush him to just do it immediately, knowing that he wouldn't put his gear back on after he's finally freshened up. The second the warm water hit his skin, he'd be transformed into a grumpy sleep bear ready for hibernation. That, and his natural yet heavy scent made him far more attractive in your eyes.

It was childish to him, really. Why would a grown woman wanna play hide and seek anyway? He was too old for such trivial games, but for you, it was more than just some silly activity for kids.

You often watched horror movies, practically drooling at the sight of the chase scenes. Something about them made your heart stutter in your chest, and you knew you always wanted to be in one, even with your intense fear of killers. But this was no killer. This was your loving, doting husband, who just happened to be huge, strong, and skilled in hunting. He was the perfect guy to help you live out your dreams.

Your favorite place to play was in the woods. It made it easier for König to catch you. He had the ears of a hound, and with each skip you took through the messy forest floor was defined by the cracking of leaves and fallen tree branches.

Hiding wasn't much easier. You couldn't stop yourself from giggling as you knew he was getting closer, the huge thuds creeping up behind you like a beast. He could hear your excited breathing and childish chuckles every time, repressing the urge to roll his eyes.

You knew you never had a chance of getting away or winning, but those final moments are what made it so fun. König would yell out and scoop you up from your hiding spot, tickling you as he berates you for being oh-so frivolous, "it's like you want to lose." He scoffs, a playful frustration in his tone. It is, isn't it?

[chloeangelic]

seeking ch 4 in a few hours 👀