#sweet anons hall of fame

[rookthorne]

I am continuously amazed by the fucking nerve some people have 😡

I loved the biker!bucky story, not because of the pregnancy and not despite it, but because it was a great fic! ❤️

Some people will always demand that the world should revolve around them and have no sympathy for other people. After all the work you've put in to Buckmas, you don't deserve that shit.

I can't stop dumb-ass people from existing but for everyone of those negative asks you got about the biker!bucky story, know that we are many many more that appreciate what you do and are so grateful for it. ❤️❤️❤️

I finally have a whole free day after Christmas and can emerge myself fully in all the Buckmas fics I haven't gotten to yet, makes me really excited 😄 I hope you have a great rest of the year and take care of yourself!

nonnie 😭

god okay, I don't know where to start with this, but just know that this message helped pull me out of the spiral I was stuck in.

it's true — you cannot please everyone that you encounter, and as a people pleaser to my core, it was fucking devastating to have what they were saying thrown at me over and over. I think in total I had about 30 anons (I literally could not continue to post any fics because my inbox counter was blowing up and making my browser lag) jumping down my throat — I have no way of knowing if they were the same person or 30 odd different people, but that doesn't matter now.

all of them bar the one I responded to, have been blocked.

I can't stop dumb-ass people from existing but for everyone of those negative asks you got about the biker!bucky story, know that we are many many more that appreciate what you do and are so grateful for it. ❤️❤️❤️

^ you got me fucking good 😭 I'm focusing on this. and I'm gonna keep it in my head what you've said, because it's important.

I hope like fuck that you had an amazing time catching up on what I had posted, and that you had a very nice, calm, happy Christmas. of course, we can't forget the rest of the year too. you deserve all of the good things, nonnie. 💗

thank you for giving a shit about me, and thank you endlessly for your kind words — you alone have helped me more than you realise. 🥹

[sugaryplum]

LENKA'S ULTIMATE FICS HALL OF FAME ༉‧₊˚.

i’ve been reading fics on tumblr for a whileeeee. many years. i went through many phases, celebrity crushes, fictional crushes and obviously, fics related to them. only some stuck with me through all this time and well, here there are!!

what’s important, i’ve done this type of post before only with theodore nott in mind. i was asked by anon to recommend some more so here you can find him, as well as many different characters across many films, books, tv shows, genres. i lowkey recommend reading most of them honestly, even if you don’t know the characters. some are just in alternate universes so the name or context of the character doesn’t really matter :)

i’m picky and particular with fics so i promise these are best of the best 🤍 well written, in character, super cute all that. and like 80 percent is fluff

SO have a lovely time reading!! let’s start

(if i tagged a character and there's no section for them, they're for sure down at the bottom in "misc" – with poe dameron, regulus black, scorpius malfoy, jake peralta and some more <3)

spencer reid

i love baby steps by @sinfulspencer !!!!! i love domestic spencer

also can't let go by the same author i remember being lovely

fluffy cute ass blurb by @tinyluvs

asleep spence by @in-another-april <3

i looooveee @radiant-reid ! for example this little fic

and this omg

oh and these season 7/8 headcanons!!

theodore nott

i might accidentally repeat myself from my theo recs post, sorry:( most of them should be new recs though

speaking of repeating myself, first i'd like to repeat myself on purpose. if @artytaeh has no fans i am dead, i swear to goddd. i stand by what i said last time. best characterisation of theo, everything seems like it's made with so much care, no misses in the masterlist. read it alllllll

i mentioned veryberryjelly in my last theo recs too. here are some more of my favourites :) this and also this i ordered hehe. also i don't remember if last time i linked blair witch or tangled in lights so here you get them both

little dragon by @retrobutterflies super so very sweet

i remember the cat chronicles by @obsessedwithcelesteare being very cute 🌟 i love theo + cats combo always 

like a moth to a flame by @julesinsummer angsty!!!!! but so good

honestly i'm pretty sure i talked about it in theo recs already but in case i haven't you need to read this by @agirlsguidetolove

i remember loving fools by @luv4freddie !!! cute

this by @darkmagic-s was super silly and fun i love silly and fun things yayay

i for sure i talked about @cassiopeiasdaughter but did i talk about mirrorball specifically? i requested this and i loooveee it

this unhinged smut by @theostrophywife i love i stan

also silly little smut hcs by @sucka4thepuss hehe, most of them i agree i love em

😣😣😣<3😣

alright done with this smut section just this too let me link

cute and silly reminders of marriage thing by

@wordsarelife made this cute thing that lol im like 70% sure i may have requested???? and the ask looks like something i would ask for hehe

@suugarbabe makes really good stuff :)

cedric diggory

golden by @sapphicwhxre (love the username btw) might be my favourite cedric fic? first date cedric loooooveee

plain sight by @softboyluvr too oh my god! love this as a scenario

rainy summers as well as just you by @mirclealignr i think im just all for pure cedric diggory fluff (well written too!)

godsend by @pariahsparadise with sick reader super very sweet

@mistress-riddle made this lovely thing (and she's also btw soooooooo unbelievebly great with tom riddle fics if thats your cup of tea, i love all of them)

ced yule ball hcs by @styleswithaseaview are so sweet and there are also lovely petnames ones by the same author <3

cuuuute girldad!ced called pigtails by @mayabooowrites

post hogwarts cedric just so so so sweet by @iliveiloveiwrite, here's lighthearted domesticity

misc (all the other characters)

there's a bunch of my phases passed a long long time ago but some fics are just waaay too good to not keep rereading and recommending them. i think they're all pretty universal and can be imagined with anyone as the main love interest so please read them even if you don't know the character. and DON'T judge me ;(((( for the characters !!! i'm exposing myself enough. these were found by young me from a long while ago

this by @wizkiddx is the sweetest ever tom holland blurb about how he's a clumsy mess trying to measure reader's ring size while she's asleep

i think destined by @thirst-refinery is the cutest soulmate au made, even though i don't think the story was ever finished? but i love it still and honestly i am very not ashamed to be in love with poe dameron

black leader shutting up by @starryeyedstories also greattttt poe dameron fic

clingy fluffy sugary sweet scorpius malfoy in dinner by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms <3

🤎🤎 regulus black bunch :) here and here as well as here and here

....or maybe i just love timothee chalamet? like here and also here and definitely here

out of my hamilton phase a few years ago came out my love for this fic which might be one of my favourites ever, i legit have this text copied to my notes just in case it ever gets deleted

my alex turner moment was brief but so fun

OH AND this long jake peralta fic by @ongaku-ato-kakikomi is oh my god SOOO much fun please read it

also another poe dameron fic, this one is so good, by @absolutelyfizzing, kind of angsty also!!!!

DALI ON TUESDAY charlie dalton fic by @rostovs-loveralso one of my favourite things on this whole app. love love love love

YAY THATS ALL. this took so long. you've got my whole collection now. all of the all time favourites and more. love love you, hope you love reading them as much as i did<3🌜🌟👼 night night

[christronomy]

Hi!! Its the anon who sent in the chan car ride hard thought with the insta reel, if u remember me. But i have came to give u a new hard thought. First off, HAVE YOU SEEN THE VID OF CHAN DOING THAT LIL FINGER MOVE IN HALL OF FAME?!? i feel dizzy. 😵‍💫 anyways, onto my hard thought, picture this, y/n is scrolling on twt and that tweet that says imagine chan fingering you till you cry (or sum like that i hope you know what tweet im talking abt) and it has the chan vid attached to it, THEN BANGCHAN COMES INTO THE ROOM AND CATCHES Y/N AND FINGERS HEER OMGGGG (also i jus noticed that i used twt and tweet instead of X, sorry lol)

of course i remember you! hi, love! and YES, of course i saw that tweet, and i feel totally not normal about it! i would link them but i can't remember which accounts they're from sigh. also i hate calling it "x" bc cause wtf is that. LMAO

but onto this gem of a thought. honestly, he'd tease you so much if he caught you gushing over those tweets, he'd be so sweet about it though. if you don't mind i wanna add some more to this under the cut cause it just came to mind hehe (it's so long and i didn't proof read. help).

he caught you trying to finger yourself in his dorm room after spending almost hours scrolling through your timeline. you weren't really expecting to see anything interesting, but the only thing that popped up was the clips of him and that finger movement that caught your attention and immediately drove you insane. you couldn't help but keep watching the same clip over and over again in awe. it was just so attractive, especially when he made that certain expression and looked right straight at the camera, almost as if he were looking right at you.

so here you were now, desperately bucking your hips up against your hand, sticking your fingers as far inside your cunt as you could, palming your clit to gain some extra friction. you whined exasperatedly as you failed miserably yet again, not being able to get that stimulation you so desperately wanted.

chan got home a few minutes ago, so he's already been watching you, chuckling to himself softly cause you just look so cute like that—legs spread, face flushed a bright red, fucking your fingers in and out of your sopping hole. you keep going for a few more minutes, until you finally toss your head back to groan in frustration because it's just not enough.

his cock is already twitching, straining in his pants at the sight of you, so he can't help but open the door, and he finds it cute how you immediately close your legs and draw your hand back, the surprise of having been caught in the act showing on your face. he laughs softly and sits next to you on the bed. "what's wrong, love? you upset?" he asks, his tone teasing, yet sweet, and you can tell it's because he knows exactly what you were doing.

you nod and sigh, trying your best to come up with a reasonable explanation as to why you were naked on your boyfriend's bed, alone, when you knew he'd always expected you to wait for him whenever you needed to get off. "i was scrolling through twitter, and i saw these tweets about you... i got curious so i spent a while looking at them, and then..." you trail off with a gasp as he suddenly grabs your phone from where you'd put it next to you on the bed. you try to snatch it back, but he's a lot quicker than you. he scrolls a little bit, his expression serious, and then a smug smile plays at the corner of his lips as he looks at you again.

"aw baby, is this why you were so hot and bothered?" he asks, as he shows you one of the clips he was looking at, the same one from earlier, and your face turns an even darker shade of red as you nod. "that why you were using your cute little fingers, even though you know they're not good enough? you've got me right here. you could've asked me instead of just watching videos of me. i'll do whatever you want as long as i can make you feel good."

you feel like you're melting at the way condescension practically drips off his tongue, and you let him spread your legs for you again, this time using his own fingers to tease your swollen bud. he's such a dream come true. "'m sorry i couldn't wait for you," you start, but he shushes you softly. "that's okay, baby. i'm here now. i can help you," he says, and you want to thank him, but your words are cut short by the almost embarrassingly loud squeal that escapes your throat when he suddenly sticks his pointer and middle fingers in without warning, curling them just right, just like in that clip, finally giving you that pleasure you'd been chasing for hours now.

he watches you intently, from the way your back arches, to the way you clench around his fingers, but his expression stays blank. it doesn't take you that long to cum, and when you do, he doesn't stop. you look at him with furrowed brows, whining from the overstimulation, and he simply chuckles at your expression, not saying anything as he keeps torturing your walls with his fingers mercilessly. he's pushing you close to the edge all over again surprisingly quickly, and once you reach your second orgasm, you're already asking him to slow down, stop for a minute, so you can catch your breath. still, he doesn't. by the time you reach your fourth orgasm, you're already a sobbing stuttering mess as he makes you even more dumb on his fingers, begging him to stop, but that only makes him go much faster, his palm smacking your clit as he does so.

"this how needy you are for me? wanting to get yourself off without me cause of some video? you poor thing, thinking your fingers alone would satisfy you. you know you can't do it without me. guess i just have to remind you, hmm?"

[neuroprincess]

I would love it if you can write some elle greenaway praise kink smut <33

Hi sweet anon, hope you enjoy it <33

My Good Girl - Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Captain!Elle Greenaway/Detective!Female Reader

Summary: Your boss has an unknown effect on you since the first moment, but when Elle praises you, you could get down on knees for her. But you never imagined that your most impure dreams one day would come true.

Classification: +18, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Swearing, fingering, oral sex, mild overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, soft!dom!Elle

Word count: +3200

Unrevised

Tall, defined mouth, flawless hair and big brown eyes, which are glazed across the lobby as she watches the interaction between her co-workers and the new addition, in this case you. The brunette raises an eyebrow and smiles, it's not every day that the precinct admits rookies, having a great team of veterans and mostly composed of men among them many with your age in years of career, it was a total surprise to see such young woman there, with an obvious face of someone who just started. You stared at her and could feel your ears burning, and swear you were red, so you turned the face away not wanting her to notice that you were blushing with just a quick exchange of glances. The conversation keeps going on and, no matter how hard you try, you can't concentrate on what they are talking about, you still feel her gaze on you. One of the younger detectives enters the hall carrying with him a handcuffed man, his build is strong and tall next to the also rookie, admitted only a few weeks before. The criminal knows this and uses this advantage when the second detective leaves his partner alone, elbowing him directly in the nose, knocking the boy to the ground instantly. Everything happens too fast, the man tries to run towards the door, managing to knock down two more people, you are in the way and before he can do anything is already on the floor. You hit him with one punch, sharp and strong enough to stun the guy. The detectives in charge of the arrest gather him up, the rookie still trying to control the nosebleed. They are both mortified and surprised, then thank you, and the place explodes in applause from co-workers. So sure you are blushing like a tomato. 

"Good job, rookie." one of the older men compliments raising his coffee cup as if toasting.   

The other men agree and stare, one winks and opens a big smile that wants to show more than just sympathy or possible pride. You just ignore him, but smile at the rest of them, not knowing exactly how to react. It was a reflex, instinctive, something you learned in self-defense classes and never thought to have to use on the first day of work.  

A minute later everyone is dispersed working on their respective cases, except him. Daniel, as he introduced himself, continued talking to you, gradually getting closer, almost invading your personal space without realizing it, with the possibility that he was just ignoring your visible discomfort.  

"Get out!" the woman on the other side suddenly appears beside you, soon he moves out of her field of vision, seeming to accede to her "He can be very... pushy."  

"And unpleasant."  

"I'm Elle Greenaway."  

"The Captain? My boss?" you get more nervous than you were around her already, her fame haunts and intimidates anyone, one of the few people selected for the legendary BAU when she was just a detective, sure, there are rumors about her leaving and how she went back to work on something more... civilian, but you don't care. She's the fucking Elle Greenaway "I'm sorry... I...Well, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."  

"So, Y/L/N, you did a great job. You know, it's hard to see such young and skilled detectives, seems I got right to ask you with us." Elle blinks, a mischievous smile opens as she realizes you blush again, more than that, a heat hits you hard, tingling sensation and sweat in the palms of the hands "Welcome to the team, darling." she extends a hand and the only thing you can focus on is the word she used.  

"Thank you, Captain." you shake her hand quickly, you could swear it was even too quick "It's nice to meet you!"  

"I say the same! Just call me Elle."  

"Right, Cap- Elle." 

And that's how it all started. Every time the woman compliments or says something positive about you it's like the world is rotating slower, that feeling taking over again, getting worse and worse. Two days later the first case came up, there were many obstacles and a twist when your clinical eye didn't let a detail go unnoticed, this detail changed the course of the case, what matters is the case was completed in almost record time and the right way. Minutes before the shift ended she called you into her office, which terrified you a little since your intervention was on top of her theory, but Elle smiles and praises you again, this time on how perceptive and courageous you were to stand against her word. You thanked her and walked away, not wanting to let her see you blush again, that heat took over again, more intense and aflame, so when you got home and entered the shower, you realized what that means. Her words resounded like a voice over the shoulder, suggestive, sexy, and each praise blurred your mind to the point that you barely realized you were putting a hand between the legs, masturbating thinking about Elle Greenaway. For this reason you barely face her for a week, just can't when sinful thoughts come over you.  

"We're really lucky to have you here." she comments on a wednesday morning, approaching you at the coffee pot in the kitchen, cup in hand as she stares at you like an eagle "Besides being skilled, brave and observant you also have good taste? You look really great in this sweater."  

"Really?" you ask surprised that someone has noticed your newly purchased outfit "Oh, thank you so much! It was on sale."  

"When you wear looks like it cost over a thousand dollars, darling." Elle winks and walks out of the kitchen, oblivious about what she had just said.  

"Shit!"   

Controlling yourself can be kind of hard after your beautiful and powerful boss praises you like that, your hand tingles, a wave goes through the body and you squeeze the thighs together feeling the arousal take over... again, a wet spot forming on panties. You are sure and ashamed of it, but you have to pull yourself together as soon as a co-worker walks into the kitchen, confused to find you practically writhing near the table. 

The next day she praises the way you styled hair, followed by how delicate and thoughtful you are with the victims, your earrings, eyes, technique, your brownies when you bring that to work. On this day she also asks you to teach her how to bake/cook, revealing that she survives on frozen food and the pizza delivery guy that is already her friend from how much they see each other. This is the reason you are standing in the middle of her kitchen with a pot in hand and trying not to look directly at her. Feeling extremely shy, after weeks of being praised you can barely describe all that you feel every time she praises you, but you can describe how amazing it feels to enjoy at the end of the day with the simple memory of these praises.  

"Wine?" Elle offers taking two glasses from the cabinet.  

 "Yes, please."  

"Here, darling." she hands you the glass after pouring.  

The brunette steps behind you, slender fingers rubbing across your body as she walks over to the other side to grab something from the fridge. You shudder audibly, an involuntary moan escaping between the lips and legs instantly weakening. She stops in place, her hand in the same place it stopped, waist, and you feel her warm breath against the neck.  

"New perfume? You smell wonderfully good." she whispers, lips close to exposed skin.  

"Yes..." is all you can answer between a sobbing sigh, legs coming together as a twinge hits you in the belly, pure arousal coursing through body at the mere words. The whole wine is drunk at once "Thank you..."  

"You really liked the wine, I knew you had a good palate." the woman smiles and puts her other hand on your waist, holding you gently, sending shivers down the spine "Or you like me."  

"Captain..."  

"You know you can call me Elle." she whispers rubbing her fingertips across around, you almost pass out feeling her toned body and soft breasts against your back.  

"Elle..." it's strange to call her like that in this situation. Your cheeks become even more flushed, there is no doubt that arousal has gotten the best of you, because all you can concentrate on is how wet your panties are and so you miss the rest of the sentence, a second time "I..." 

"It's okay, babe. I know." she smiles against the exposed skin of your neck and leaves a soft kiss, a smile on her lips as she hears the pot pop out against the countertop, your hands clenching the surface "No need to be nervous, you're with me." her fingers run from your waist to forearms, the tip tickling and making you flinch, an involuntary moan slipping through trembling lips "Turn around!" the brunette commands and so you do "Good girl! Of course you are, you're my good girl." 

"Yes, I am." all that feeling becomes numbness, as if your body is in some kind of ecstasy or one of your recurring dreams, only more realistic, much more "Elle, am I dreaming? Or where are the cameras? Is it a prank?" of course, insecurity had to kick in.  

"Darling, it's not a dream and neither is a prank." she moves even closer, faces inches apart, and raises her arms to caress your cheeks, those two chocolate spheres showing all the sincerity aside from mutual desire "And I can prove it."   

You feel the softness of her lips as it touches yours, soft and slow, almost delicate. Her hands grip the waist pulling you in and your bodies are closer than they have ever been before, there is no distance at all, fingers squeeze the skin and after the initial shock you take both arms to land on the woman's shoulders. It's synchronized, tender and full of passion, you move naturally, her tongue entering your mouth. Both of you moan, melting into each other's arms. Strong hands wander from waist to behind your thighs lifting you onto the countertop, placing herself between legs as she caresses your edges and then squeezes when finishing the kiss.  

 "I'll take care of you, you just need to be obedient and please me. Will you do that, darling?" you nod positively, eagerly, pleasing her is something you love to do in every way "Words, princess."  

"Yes, I will."  

"Perfect, I knew you would be, after all, you are my good girl." 

She smiles and kisses you again, this time it's hungry, desire expressed in every touch and movement, your legs going wobbly in seconds, tongue exploring your mouth with ferocity. Skillful fingers wrap themselves around the fabric of your social blouse, pulling without patience and with enough force to open it, buttons flying everywhere. It was your favorite, but doesn't matter now. All that matters is the woman undressing you on the kitchen counter and the cause of all the spicy dreams that have taken your sleep away for weeks, also ruined several panties. This is another one ruined, completely soaked with your arousal and it makes Elle smile when she sees the pretty damage as she removes your pants, legs spread, center pulsing and completely exposed. A finger runs along the inside of your thigh, gathering the clear liquid and she brings it to her lips, eyes glazed on yours and sucks vigorously. It's too much for you to handle, the arms you use to keep yourself half seated on the countertop wobble, like you're about to pass out, and you almost fall against the cold marble.  

"Let's take that somewhere more... safe."  

You both laugh and she grabs you in her lap, strong hands squeezing your thighs to carry you from the kitchen to the bedroom, your legs wrapped around her waist. You can barely register the path, how the apartment looks, nor how long it takes, her lips are on yours the whole time and the next thing you know you're lying on a soft bed. The tall toned body above yours, your eyes are clouded with lust as you watch her shed her own clothes. Piece by piece, taking time to pull the blouse up over her arms, finally giving you a view of beautiful boobs covered by a black bra, is torture worth every second. It's impossible not to touch the defined lines of her belly, your finger running across the tanned skin, down to the ribs and then to the still covered boobs, being stopped in the path by her hand, entwining your fingers together. Elle kisses you again, both of you falling back against the mattress, her knee on your soaked center, rubbing slowly, it's another tease that makes you melt from the inside out.  

"Please... Elle, I want you." the words come out in a soft moan, you can't think of anything but this woman "Like hell."  

"I know." she whispers and rips off the only fabric that keeps you from touching her the way you want, the shredded panties are thrown into some corner of the room, soon the bra joins the mess "So beautiful, so smelly, so sweet, so mine." 

What you've imagined and dreamed about finally happens, the long and thin fingers slide through your folds, building up arousal at the tips, when it passes your clit your head falls back in pure excitement, the knot of sexual tension undoing itself in a millisecond. Uselessly you try to hold back the moan when she finally enters you, two fingers sinking into your intimacy easily, it's slow and gentle. As if you are made of glass, the most precious thing her hands have ever touched. Your lips part and she smiles, analyzing every feature, any expressions or reactions she pulls out of you as she begins to move. The pace is slow but precise, her palm caresses the bundle of nerves with each thrust, soft lips leave gentle kisses down your neck, occasionally sucking on exposed skin, enough to leave hickeys. Marks of love that will be present for days or maybe weeks. Elle makes a trail reaching for your boobs, grabbing one between her lips and tongue circles the nipple, you could cum with just that if she didn't abandon moments before you reach the apex and turn to face you.  

"I've been waiting for this since I saw you for the first time." the brunette whispers in your ear and kisses the cheek affectionately, only to give a hard thrust that makes you jump on the bed, an interesting contrast "You're just amazing, warm, responsive, beautiful, smelling, fucking sweet." you try to restrain yourself with each praise, body burning inside and out "And hot, accepting me so fucking well."  

Her fingers curl up reaching that sensitive spot that makes you shiver all over, a long sigh precedes several moans she causes while she does it a few more times, alternating between thrusts that get faster and faster, stronger and deeper. What started out in a slow and gentle pace becomes more constant and frantic, sloppy movements that make you clench the sheets until your fingertips turn white, an attempt to handle all the pleasure she gives you. Elle's lips caress and kiss the length of your neck, breasts and belly to reach hips, where her free hand already squeezes possessively, bruises sure to be present the next day. Soon the skillful tongue joins in, it's your doom, there's no turning back after that and almost immediately an orgasm runs through your body overwhelmingly. Your scream is cut off by a twinge of pleasure with a hint of pain, the sensitive clitoris feels like it's on fire, your walls tighten around her, as the woman continues to fuck you during the orgasm, trying to get a second one out of you in a row. 

"Come on, babe. I know you can do it, give me one more, be my perfect girl and hold on." she whispers in encouragement, piercing brown eyes staring at you sweetly before returning to between your legs  

"Fuck." you let out in a sob as you feel her tongue caress your bundle of nerves again, this time it's slow and teasing of course, Elle wants you to feel every touch, caress and glimpse of pleasure she is giving you, wants to make you cum like no one has ever done before "OHHHH ELLE!" and so you cum again, the intensity of two sensations running through every part of your being, leaving a completely clouded mind falling completely into the moment, enjoying every second.  

"See, I knew you would make it, you did, darling. God, I have perfection in my arms." the brunette speaks in a low and sly voice, crawling on top of your body, kissing you softly "Are you okay? Do you feel any pain? Want some water before we continue?"  

"Continue? Goodness, I really believe I'm dreaming." is all you can think of as you stare at her, every detail of her face carved into a gentle and loving expression, totally directed at you, just "Captain, am I having another spicy dream? But very, very, realistic?" and in an attempt to prove whether or not it's real you pinch your own arm, jumping on the bed in pain, drawing a genuine laugh from the other woman.  

"It's not a dream, I confess I'm not surprised to hear about your dreams. That explains why you blush every time we get close to each other, wait, do you do anything about it?" the question is practically rhetorical, anyway, your blushing face answers everything, trying to look away "Awn, you don't have to look like that, darling. I did the same thing. In my defense, how could I not with someone like you around me every day?" she winks and caresses your face, kissing you again.  

 You barely have time to register the information or fully get over the last orgasm, gentle hands are on you again, stroking your hips softly, moving down to thighs, instinctively your legs wrap around her hips and taking advantage of the movement you use body strength to reverse positions. Now she's under you. Both of you smiling mischievously. For a moment you think you can top her, only to find you are totally wrong, strong arms circling your waist pulling you closer to her, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin. 

"Cute, thinking you'll get over me so easily, you have to earn it..." she murmurs bringing your lips together again, tongues moving slowly and it's delicate, she slides her hand between your legs, massaging gently as she slips her lips down your collarbone, then looks up at you with eyes shining in desire and affection "But today I'm in control and it's all about you."  

"Elle..." her name comes out in a sobbing moan as you feel her fingers increase the pace on your clit, irregular movements pressing masterfully, you hold onto her and nails run down the length of her muscled back, she moans between pain and pleasure, but not caring about the scratches that will form.  

"Oh my good girl, just so perfect." she growls arching her hips and your lips meet in a fierce kiss, your hand reaches for brown hair, pulling her even closer deepening the touch, tongues entwined and ravenous moans "And only mine." 

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[panelshowsource]

now that s17 is over, how did you like it? it feels like most people either thought it was mild or weak, which makes me sad, so i stopped going to the discussion threads about it :""( i also don't see much anticipation for s18...

aww anon well, first, if you had a good time then that's what matters! so i hope series 17 brought you a little joy each week, that's what panel shows are for in my humble opinion 😚

because i know i'm about to word vomit some word salad, i'll throw out some s17 reactions + s18 thoughts below the cut! that way anyone who is sick of my nonsense doesn't have to scroll past it lmaooo

series 17 was a decent one! i don't think it's in the hall of fame, but it's definitely nowhere near the couple of "unwatchables" as they're (pretty unfairly) called. i've talked before about one of the downfalls of a season is when a group doesn't harness their dynamic and take control of the show — when they're in the studio and just sit quietly, waiting for greg to give them permission to speak, things flow well for the editors but the experience lacks. this is why s1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, even 12 are so silly and chaotic: the contestants were constantly fighting, interrupting or pausing judging, trying to convince or gaslight or challenge greg, just...speaking! talking! interacting! if that doesn't happen, taskmaster can just feel like show and tell, which is not when it's at its best

ultimately, this is why too many polite and well-behaved people in a single series is a pleasant watch but doesn't hit very hard. this series was exceptionally nice, we have to admit. joanne followed by steve may have been the "hang on a second ☝️" contestants of the series, but not by a lot, meanwhile nick and sophie were the loveliest, pretty quiet people and john was dead silent most of the time. actually, that was something that ended up surprising me — john was so focused on the tasks, so focused on winning, most of the time he didn't pause to give significant, funny commentary while filming, didn't give us *nearly* the banter with alex i anticipated, and was particularly quiet in the studio. i knew he'd be in it to win it, don't get me wrong, but he approached taskmaster more as a richard herring than an ed gamble, if you know what i mean. it was very funny to me when he was on the tm podcast and was more or less like "i know i didn't prioritise being entertaining" lmao that earnestness can be sweet, because i do like to watch the show imagining how i would do each task, but his ~no nonsense~ approach was turned up to 11 for a lot more of the series than i anticipated. i almost wish john had leaned a little more into his self-aware neuroticism and competitiveness just because that's generally a good character on taskmaster — and this series was definitely missing that

(you know, talking about this really reinforces my belief that kerry godliman is perhaps the most perfect taskmaster contestant...ever. competitive, no nonsense and full of nonsense, top bantz, stands up for herself and tears down others but fights without being genuinely angry or butthurt, doesn't know enough to try and figure out a workaround for every single task, loves and bullies alex in equal measure... just love the woman. love her. fuck it, same for jess knappett. i miss my girls😭 this is ALSO why i think rosie is a great fit for tm)

anywayz i haven't read mucho mucho discourse about series 17, but it wouldn't surprise me if that's the vague "criticism" people: just more lowkey vibes than other series. but some people prefer that, so..!!!

i think, too, too many people look back at series 1–...7? at least and want to see the same greg–alex dynamic, approach to the prize tasks, approach to scoring, lil tricks, what have you — and that is not gonna happen again. ever. for example, greg and alex have talked too many times about how hard they try to score things "fairly" because that's become such a big point of conversation for the viewers at home and, atp, even the contestants. personally, i don't prefer that. fuck fair! this is not a real competition it's an entertainment show!! when greg was throwing out points willy nilly, bonus points for eating hair, giving 5 points to a prize just bc it's his personal sense of humour and ranking another contestant's prize low every week just bc that's a funny recurring joke/dynamic, whatever. i do not care. give phil wang 1 point every time. points schmoints. but that cannot happen anymore because the viewers starting taking the points so darn seriously. (not to mention the opportunity to do coc is now pretty coveted for its $$$ and exposure, too, i'd imagine.) the same goes for greg leaning into his dictator role, the master/slave relationship between him and alex, alex being super stoic and quiet — not only does tm think those characters and dynamics are played out, but in some ways the audience has evolved beyond all that

my point is that people get caught up in the Old Gen Taskmaster that hooked them and can't accept the ways in which the show has evolved — even if it's in their opinion for worse. do i think it would kill taskmaster to go back to slightly less convoluted tasks and commit to the 1–5 point system instead of constant ties (or "this was a 3-point effort")? no. i would like to see that lmao but i don't view the series through the lens of a series 1 fan anymore, either. a reality check would help a lot of complainers

i did read one thing i thought was interesting — that with the huge number of series we're at with tm uk, and now the accessibility of other countries' spin-offs, there is a bigger and bigger pool of God Tier Taskmaster to compare each new series to. it used to be "hmm does this new series stack up against series 4, one of the all-time greats?" but now we're stacking new series up against the top ~6 of tm uk, tm nz s2, a couple of the tm belgiums, tm aus s1, and so on. competition is stiff!! not many series can be The Very Best Of All Time, so with each new tm uk that isn't, people start to feel like the show has gone downhill when it probably is stagnant at worst. does that make sense?

i don't wanna sound like every criticism of tm can be explained away or comes from a bad place. as i've mentioned above, i have my qualms. this series, one of my major qualms and seriously unpopular opinions was that i didn't like that steve wasn't actually bringing in prizes half the time. like, he was doing bits and they were funny bits, but greg was scoring him mad high for the effort he put into his bits instead of the actual prizes he brought in for entry. i stand by that opinion, but the thing is i didn't let that ruin my experience of the show. but, maybe, it just comes down to the fact i want to like it...so i do ^^

maybe i talked way too much about criticism and negativity hahah some things i really enjoyed from this series:

nick is probably the second person following john kearns who i actively disliked before taskmaster specifically because i had only ever seen their comedy characters doing dictionary corner or a bit of standup — and i really didn't like them. (still never seen ted lasso!) lo and behold, they go on taskmaster and are S Tier Sweethearts and i see them both in totally new lights! in fact john's last standup show is being released shortly and i cannot wait to watch it — which me of the past would never believe i'm saying lmao so i'm so grateful the show opened my eyes to what a funny, sweet person nick is!! and may i say his and john's styles in the studio are massively underrated. they are both incredibly snazzy dressers!

steve and nick were a sweet little team weren't they! i think it would have been funnier to have john x sophie (the best and the worst, in their own ways) vs. the more harmonious steve x nick x sophie, but regardless it was very cute stuff

the location was great! i fucking love a big open field, i fucking love a river

greg has had some really strong intro "speeches" the last few series and i loved his this time around. they're just equal parts stupid and weird + his authoritative, classic greg delivery always makes me laugh heh

some of the strongest live tasks in a while!! catching the little monsters, passing the loo through the tube, bouncing the ball on the bar — all felt like quintessential uncomplicated classic taskmaster parlour games and they were good fun

TONS out outtakes content!

and gosh it's wonderful to have a new little hour of pleasantness to have each week :)

regarding s18... it's an interesting lineup! in a good way!! i think rosie's character is more or less a perfect fit for the taskmaster format. obviously she is one of the biggest female comedians in the uk right now, but i didn't bet on her doing tm because i didn't think the show could commit to accommodating her disability for 10 episodes. and, frankly, they may not — and i guarantee she is completely okay with that. she was born from the rhod gilbert school of showing up to fuck around, and i sleep soundly knowing she will do just that. i really like jack dee and i'm happy for alex to have made it work with him. it typically wouldn't be my choice to have two senior comedian white men on one series, and (unpopularly?) i'm not really a zaltzman person, but i have no doubt he'll be quite charming. emma sidi is part of the alex horne bubble of friends i have mentioned a few times before, but i actually don't know much about her. babatunde feels like a sensible fresh pick since he's been doing more variety/panel shows; i don't watch him on googlebox (which i love) because i don't like mo gilligan (very unsorry about this opinion heh), but what i've seen of him i've enjoyed! i don't think the group's dynamic is obvious just from their list of names, but the fact they're all comedians is VERY promising and makes me supersupersuper happy — all comedian lineups are historically the strongest. so yay!! but can you imagine who will be on a team?? god imagine a jack x rosie team lmfaoooooooooooo i live for the thought

hope that made sense and if it didn't whoops! don't mind me heheh

[sitp-recs]

top five new fics you’ve read recently (this year?) that have become instant classic must-reads! new inductees into the hall of fame with your long time loves!

Great ask, anon! I feel like I’ve read more rare pairs than Drarry this year, so here’s a mix of both. I’m hoping to catch up in time to make an end-of-the-year rec list 😍 these were my top favorites so far:

1. Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor (Drarry)

2. Snug by @moonflower-rose (Drarry)

3. Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (Dronarry)

4. The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (Dronarry)

5. empire builders by shecrows (Prongsfoot)

Bonus: Kinkuary 2023 by @sorrybutblog

[greengay]

I used to be on tumblr in the Green Day fandom back in 2011-2016. I lived through the 21st Century Breakdwon release, the iHeart Radio meltdown, rehab, Rock n Roll Hall of Fame induction. I made some great friends that I still keep contact with to this day. I used to make edits and gifs and write fics…. I just stumbled on your blog by accident and you made me feel all the things I felt back then. Thank you. I’m 30 now and my 20s are long gone, but you made me feel 20 again.

Oh, wow, we just missed each other! I got into Green Day in 2017 after seeing them on their club tour at the end of 2016!

(Villain origin story: I had never really been into Green Day, but my dad was always really into punk rock and liked Green Day. I remember him telling me that it was lame that the East Bay Punk scene turned their backs on GD for wanting to be successful. I'm from New Jersey and my favorite venue in the whole state, Starland Ballroom, posted on their FB or IG or something that Green Day tickets were going on sale in a few hours and I was like, oh, huh, maybe that can be a birthday present for my dad! So la di da I easily got tickets, stress-free (AS OPPOSED TO NOW, WHERE IF GD CLUB TOUR TICKETS WENT ON SALE I WOULD BE SHITTING MY PANTS AND WORRYING FOR DAYS ABOUT GETTING ONE) and my dad and I went and it rocked my absolute socks off... and here I am lol)

I've made soooo many great friends through GD fandom also! Omg, you seem to have done a lot, I wonder who you are??? Haha. I've probably read your fic and reblogged your gifs/edits.

I'm glad I was able to trigger some nostalgia! Although, I would say, I don't think there's an age cap to fandom. Like, you don't just stop having interests and hobbies once you hit 30. I know there's a lot of 30+ people in tumblr GD fandom, and I have a lot of 30+ friends I've met irl from going to GD shows!

So I hope you drifted away from fandom because of your waning interest in Green Day/fandom, and not because you felt "too old" to be tumblrina, haha.

I'll admit, I haven't been throwing myself into tumblr GD fandom like I used to the past couple of years, but the pandemic was whack, and any sort of social media made me really anxious lol. Like I used to overshare a LOT on here, and maybe I'll go back to that, but I realized... that I sacrifice some of my "real" life to be online. Like, I'm personally not able to maintain my irl friendships and hobbies etc. while I'm obsessing over GD and posting about it online. HOWEVER, I don't think I would ever delete this blog unless I got famous or something lol... I would keep it up as an archive, cos I know I've always been really sad when online friends would delete ;-(

ALSO... idk if you've heard about the J**y situation... you can prob find my posts about it, but I think it led to BJA being less active on social media, which weakens the parasocial relationships which affects the Obsession™... Uhg, 2017/2018 was peak Bibbie.

Lastly... idk if you're still into GD fanfic, but the last couple of years have been a RENNAISSANCE... so go on AO3 lol

But anyways! Thank you for this anon, it was really sweet ;-;;;

[kwakigra]

The Epic of Narcissus, Part III

Behold! Fair Aphrodite doth assume the sky, Arriveth in Olympian splendor, none could deny. Upon the sacred halls of Mount Olympus, She sought a cup of ambrosia quite wondrous.

But upon her arrival, she was not alone, For Zeus in his element was on his throne, With Olympians surrounding, their laughter loud, As he regaled them with a tale, both merry and proud.

Fair Aphrodite's smile doth grace her face, As she did love a jest beyond all trace; Especially if 'tis at the cost of others, Which Zeus's jests oft serve as perfect smothers.

She doth address the gathered crowd anon, "Pray tell, what jest hath made thee all so drawn? What mirthful quip hath set your hearts aglow, That thou dost burst forth with laughter's flow?"

Thus spoke mighty Zeus in his thunderous tone, "Poseidon, defeated by a mortal alone, Is now cowering in shame, his wrath unshown As he hides in seclusion, his power unknown."

Then with sudden spew did laughter start, As Dionysus caught her drink in face and heart. "A mortal for Poseidon?" she did gasp and cry, "This tale is one that must be told, oh my!"

With wond'ring gaze, the crowd did Zeus survey, As he announced the story of the day: "A mortal man, dissatisfied was he, With stillness of a pond, as far as eye could see.

He to Poseidon, in words rather surly, Demanded the pond be made still, utterly That he might bask in perfect clarity, His own reflection shining back at he."

With the force of laughter, Aphrodite shook the skies, Yet a thought invaded her mind, with sudden surprise. The tale seemed known, a familiar plot it bore, Thus she asked the name of the mortal, who was so bold afore.

Zeus, ruler of the skies, with a shrug did speak, And to Athena he did his query seek. With spite within her tone meant to deride, "The mortal's name was Narcissus," she replied.

"I believe you know him," she quipped with disdain, For in the gods' realm, such mortals were but vain. Their mortal affairs did oft bring them delight, But in divine matters, they held little might.

Swiftly to the balcony of the hall she flew, And turned her gaze towards the earth in view; To see the city of Thespiæ below, Where a pond special, she wished to know.

With eagle eyes she scanned the ground, And spotted the pond, in distance found; But alas, a grim sight met her stare, For the forest lay scorched, without a care.

No soul in sight, no movement at all, Aphrodite's heart sank, her spirit did fall; Only a scorched forest, bleak and bare, No living thing, met Aphrodite's stare.

Fair Aphrodite, with her eyes aglow, Whirled round to face Athena's poise and show, "Pray tell, where is Narcissus now?" she cried, Demanding answers, none could pour beside.

With calm demeanor, proud Athena replied, "Why keep track of one whom you took in stride? In others' fate, I have no stake to claim, His whereabouts, to me, hold no known fame."

Aphrodite, with tempestuous rage in her heart, Departed, vowing to tear her victim apart. That mortal's audacity angered her to her core, And her ire promised to punish him even more.

She scoured the land, determined to find, The mortal who dared to play with her mind. With fervent zeal, before her feast day commenced, She vowed to harm him for his offense immense.

No mercy would be shown, no quarter would be given, As she descended after her prey, unforgiving. For in the world of gods, her reputation's at stake, And the mortal's hubris was too much to take.

In Cyprus' realm, Narcissus strode in guise Bedight in raiment fit for royal eyes. He approached Pygmalion's throne, And spoke Eris' message with voice not fully his own:

"Behold the great Narcissus at your feet, Whose gift is yours to have, a boon so sweet That even kings would weep to claim such prize. It's a potion made by Aphrodite, truly wise.

This gift will guide thee to thy heart's desire Revealing paths unknown, that thou shalt aspire. So take this gift and use it well, For in magnanimity I come to dwell."

Pygmalion, regal king of Cyprus' land, Received the potion from Narcissus' hand; He drank it quickly, with a grateful heart, And spoke of love that would never depart.

"Oh Narcissus, how fair and generous thy guise, My former ambitions now seem mere lies; For none but thee doth my heart desire, Come hither, dear Narcissus, and be my sire.

With any grace that thou might beseech, For thy love, I'll grant thee anything within my reach. So be my lover, dear Narcissus, and stay, And in my kingdom, let thy beauty hold sway."

Pygmalion the monarch strode, To Narcissus with admiration bestowed. But as he approached, the youth did disdain, Pushing him off with a harsh, heartfelt strain.

From Narcissus' lips did forthwith flow, "Unhand me, thou base and wretched foe! Why must this misfortune always plague me so? I doth rebuff thee, leave me now, and go!"

From Pygmalion's heart arose a love so pure, A flame that burnt with passion eternally sure, But spurned and scorned, he was left forlorn, As Narcissus stomped away – his heart was torn.

Yet even in this pain, his love did not decline, But grew much stronger, like a sacred divine, For in his heart, he knew he had found his true mate, And though he suffered, his heart refused to abate.

Pygmalion, with fervor, to his studio made haste, Brimming with inspiration, his heart firmly graced. With great sweep, he shattered a statue standing there, And set his sights on crafting a true masterpiece with care.

With towering resolve, he grasped his chisel tight, Bringing forth his ideals with all his might. Each indentation made, with passionate zeal, Towards perfection, his aspirations reveal.

[hanjisungz]

it's okay i like sappy posts about jisung jdjdjjd 😳 and i'm sure your bun loved you a lot aw 🥺<3 i’m happy you got to treasure him. 🥺 about the songs, my top 3 would be silent cry, hall of fame, 3racha! i love 3racha!!! also drive. i listen to volcano every day, that seungsung duo hum f*cked me up...... jdjjdj and it's okay you love the old songs more . 19 is a masterpiece, you made me nostalgic i had to listen to it - bunny anon 🫶

aweeee pls you're too sweet 😭🥹 oh hall of fame is SO GOOD it's one of my fave new songs by skz along w/ megaverse 🫠 i'm a sucker for french in songs especially when felix says it JFKEKCKDN

oh volcano 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 it's so good !! truly all of miroh mini album was a masterpiece like maze of memories, 19 AND chronosaurus on one mini ?!?! 😵‍💫😵‍💫 what other groups do you stan??

[itsalwayswellattheworldsend]

Chapter 19 - Ralph Readeth in a Book Concerning the Well at the World’s End 

Text Audio

Synopsis:

Ralph reads a book which is not about the Well at the World’s End.

Summary:

“She liveth yet, and is become the servant of the Well to entangle the seekers in her love and keep them from drinking thereof; because there was no man that beheld her, but anon he was the thrall of her love, and might not pluck his heart away from her to do any of the deeds whereby men thrive and win the praise of the people.”

The book was well-written and had many pictures, the meaning of which Ralph did not know, but among them was the image of the fair woman whom he had helped at the crossroads—which was only four days ago, though it felt much longer to him. The book did not say much about the Well at the World’s End, but it told a lot about a certain woman whom no man who saw her could help but fall in love with. Of her, it said that long ago she lived alone in the wildwood (though it did not say how she came to be there) and that a king’s son found her there and brought her to his father’s kingdom and married her, whether others liked it or not. And in a little while, when her fame spread, he was banished from his father’s kingdom for loving her, for other kings and lords desired her as well. Then a long and terrible war broke out, which she did not see through to the end, but left to find her old place in the wildwood. There she met another woman, a sorceress, who made her her slave and who mistreated her terribly with labor and whippings. Then there came another knight who was seeking the Well at the World’s End, and he took her away with him. That night was killed on the journey, and she was taken by tyrants and thieves, but these—becoming entangled in her love—fought among themselves and she escaped and went to find the Well, and found it at long last and drank from it, and lived well ever after.

It also told that she still lived, and that she became the servant of the Well to entangle those who seek it in her love so as to keep them from drinking from it, for no man who saw her could not become a slave to her love, and they could not tear their hearts away from her to do any heroic deeds.

Ralph read on until the summer night waned and the candles failed one after another and the windows of the hall grew grey and daylight came, and the thrushes began to sing in the castle garden, and the sun rose over the woods, and the sound of people out in the fields reached him through the windows. At last he was done with the tale, and the old woman had not come to find him, although the sun was high now. As for Ralph, what he had read was sweet poison to him, for if he had been somewhat tormented by love before, now his heart was sick and sore with it. Though he did not know for certain whether this story was about the Lady of the Forest, and though he did not know if the Lady would come to the castle would be her, but he had to think that it was so, and his heart was weary with love, and his life seemed changed.

Notes:

This was two paragraphs originally, but I split it at the point where the story switches from the Lady’s back story to her current situation, since it was already quite long. I mostly try to preserve the original paragraph structures, except when there is a back-and-forth dialog, where Morris does not give each speaker a new paragraph (as is the modern style).

Back story about the Lady! And what a story it is! She’s so beautiful that men can’t help but fall in love with her, and they will fight wars with each other to try and claim her. I don’t remember how much of what the book says is accurate, though, so keep that in mind. As I read, I often underestimate the story, since the language so closely resembles much older stories where things are very black-and-white, and something that is presented as truth is either true, or a lie used as a plot device. In this story, people are complicated. They have opinions, biases, and they can say what they think is true, without intending to deceive, but be inaccurate nonetheless. Further, Ralph’s interactions with the old woman meet this criteria as well, since the text never tells us “Ralph thought she was annoying and overbearing,” but rather shows us through his actions (and not even his actions towards her, just how he thinks about his actions and in deciding how to interact with her); he’s never mean to her, even though she annoys him, he is polite towards her.

I will now point back to another story we were told before, the one about the founding of the Burg of the Four Friths. To re-cap it: it was built by a Fair Lady who married the Forest Lord, who lived in that region before she came to it. We were also later told that the Fair Lady was the daughter of the one who had ruled the people of the Burg of the Four Friths before they were enslaved by the Wheat-wearers. This tale is a little confused, and I don’t know how much of it is Morris injecting verisimilitude by having legends be variable and inaccurate and how much is Morris not editing the story, but I think the way it shakes out is this: there were people who warred with the Wheat-wearers. They had a lord over them, but not a very strong one. The Wheat-wearers conquered these people and enslaved them for three generations, then they were overthrown. These people took the Fair Lady, who was the granddaughter of their previous lord to be their leader, and she married the Forest Lord (a powerful lord in the region), and they built the Burg together (though note that “Burg”/”people of the Burg” is used to refer both to the people who were conquered by the Wheat-wearers, and the town which they would eventually build). The Fair Lady is said to have been 27 years old when she married him.

But I bring all this up to draw a line of comparison between the Lady of Abundance and the Lady of the Forest. Both existed in this region (a bit over a day’s journey apart), married pre-existing lords, and are known only by their title.

Are they the same person? I’m not sure. I think so, but the evidence is very circumstantial, and it’s hard to know how much of what the various accounts of these happenings says is true, since they’ve all been passed down over the years. It’s possible that the Lady of Abundance was born here to the people that would become the people of the Burg, married the Forest Lord (the king’s son from the book?), and found the Well at some point (either before or after the founding of the Burg, thereby gaining semi-eternal youth and still being 27 when she’s said to have founded the Burg). And if she is the Fair Lady, then how did she become the enemy of the Burg? Is it because her presence causes strife, and she seemingly became the villain?

Ugh, the more I pick at this, the less sure I am. We’ll learn more about the Lady’s life (first-hand accounts, not legends!) so stay tuned, and remember not everything characters say is necessarily the truth or a lie.

Also, note how we have once again encountered Sorcery, and that it is shown as a bad thing. The evil sorceress enslaved the Lady of Abundance! This certainly keeps with what we’ve seen of this society’s opinions on magic. Ralph was certainly skittish about it at first, though Dame Katherine didn’t seem to mind the thought of it.

Map updated to show that Ralph spent another night at the Castle of Abundance.

Map:

[fbfh]

thinkin about pussy drunk leo again help!! he’d fuck you until it hurt, til he’s shootin blanks, and even then he’s still desperately trying to rut into you

as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+!!! minors dni!!!!

I shot through every layer of self actualization reading this. I thought about this and only this for at least three hours after receiving this work of art. I kept opening my asks to read this over and over. I genuinely love you /p. Cums and dies on impact.

It mostly happens when you've been apart or away for a while. The second you're back or he's back or you're finally together again he fucks both of you absolutely stupid. There is so much oxytocin in your brains it's almost too much, but he keeps going. He keeps going and going because how could he not? When you're just as desperate as he is, pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses wherever you can reach and scratching his back and pulling his hair and moaning into his mouth, moaning and begging him. And jesus fucking christ you feel so good. There's no other way to say it really, besides over and over again.

"Feels so good, you feel so good estrella, f-fuck... so good-" It's all choked out moans and heavy panting breaths and babbled praise. He can't think straight, can't even conceptualize anything besides how fucking good it feels, but he keeps going. He fucks you until you're both numb and sore with overstimulation and you're sure your g spot must have a callus forming from how hard he was hitting it, how many times he made you cum until you're whining weakly and light headed. But fuck you still squeeze him so good, you're so warm and wet and he really can't get enough. He remembers when he wanted what he has, when he craved being inside you, the sweet embrace of your warm tight sticky walls that always rub him just right, squeeze him and pump his thick cock just right so he can fill you up with load after load. you keep making him cum over and over until you've both been rubbed raw from the friction. you're somehow still so tight even after all that, after he's filled you up and you drained him dry, after your cum mixes together in your cunt, leaving creamy puddles down your thighs and all along his cock, but he keeps going. he's going to keep rutting into you until he can't anymore, moving only on instinct, letting that primal, feral thing that only you can awaken inside him take crontrol. through loud shameless moans and pure base instinct, he'll keep going. eventually when you're both finally satisfied, when you really really have nothing left to give, you'll pull him close, sighing as he settles into your chest. you're both alseep in an instant and neither of you are walking tomorrow. you really are insatiable, especially when you're apart, but nights like these are perfect for catching up on that lost time.

[cipher-dorito]

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[firstofall-howdareyou]

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(Scott, go open an ice dancing school at TCC)

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Superstar Fame - Steve Harrington X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Title: Superstar Fame

Steve Harrington X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Additional Characters: Robin, Max, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Reader's mother, Reader's father, Molly Ringwald (Mentioned), and Random customer (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon (but you know who you are!)

Part 2 - Frost Palace

WC: 3,553

Warnings: Cursing, anxiety, nervousness, sot of love at first sight, slight change in storyline cause I love Max, reader has a mom and dad, All Of Me mentioned, The Breakfast Club mentioned, V mentioned, E.T. mentioned, Star Wars: Return Of The Jedi mentioned, teasing, arguing, small verbal fight? and Molly Ringwald mentioned

You let out a happy sigh as you stepped off the bus. Setting your two patchwork-patterned duffle bags down on the sidewalk, you looked around. The town seemed a bit small, definitely different than L.A. Picking up your bags again, you found the familiar family car pulled up beside you, smiling as you greeted your parents. Your father rolled down the window, a smile on his own face. 

"Don't regret taking the bus?" He asked, as your mother just continued to smile.

You shook your head, "I'm a big girl, dad. It was fun. It's not like it was a long trip, less than half an hour." You traveled to the back seats, opening the car door to toss your bags in, and shutting the door after. You walked over to the driver's side, leaning against the open window. "It's nice to finally do things on my own."

"I'm happy you got to go through that experience, hon." Your mother commented.

Your father nodded, gesturing to the back of the car with his head, "We're heading to the house. Hop in." 

You quickly hopped into the back seat, pushing your bags to the other side and buckling in. Your mother turned in her seat, giving you a smile, "You know, now that you're not acting, you'll have more time to do more things. Maybe you could get a job around here. I bet they will have a few openings." Your mother mused; looking out the window as your father drove down the street. "I hope you like the house as well, dear. I know this is a huge, strange change in your life, and I hope you're not angry about the sudden move." She continued, as you looked at her.

"No, mom. It's fine. I think this will be a great experience. Instead of going to sets all days of the week, I get to live my young adulthood in a normal town and have a regular life." You shrugged, making your mother sigh in relief.

"I was worried you'd hold this against us or something. Your father and I know how much you loved acting." 

You nodded, sighing a little as you reminisced. "Yeah, I loved it. But, I think I'd like to try something new. I have been acting since I was ten. I think I deserve a break." You joked as your father laughed.

"You definitely do, kiddo!” He pulled into the gravel driveway, "Home sweet home!" He exclaimed as he shut down the engine, stepping out of the car and rushing around the other side to open your mother's car door. She thanked him, walking up the stone steps up to the door as your father opened your door, helping you out and grabbing your bags. You wandered up the steps slowly, taking the house in. It was nice, and a large enough place that you wouldn't feel cramped and crowded living in. Your father let out a soft groan as he sat your bags down in the entry hall. "Alright, why don't you pick out your room, get settled while your mother and I get the rest of the bags, and wait for the van?" Your father thought as you picked up your bags. 

"Yes, dear. Afterwards, if you like, you could skate around the town. See if there are any good restaurants nearby for dinner." Your mother spoke as you climbed up the stairs. 

"Will do!" You called down.

The floors were plush against your feet as you slowly walked down the hall. Passing room after room, clean and empty. But, yet, it gave you a sense of calmness. Finding a room at the end of the hall, you entered. The floor was the same as in the hallway, the walls the same white. You knew you'd have to paint them sooner or later, the thought excited you. It was a pretty spacious room, with large windows on the far wall. A door to what you thought was either a bathroom or closet. Setting the bags down by the door, you walked around it. Spying out the window at the world around you, spotting a couple of kids riding their bikes down the street. 

You sighed, sitting down in the middle of your room, and shutting your eyes as you laid down on the floor. "This... Is gonna be a lot to take in, isn't it?" You questioned yourself softly, opening your eyes to look at the ceiling above you, finding a small glass light above you. Taking another deep before you stood back up, adjusting your belt as you went over to your bag. Crouching down, you unzipped it, pulling out your cherry-themed roller skates. Holding them gingerly to your chest, you skipped down the hall and down the stairs. Sitting on the bottom step of the stairs you slipped off your red converse and slid on your skates. Fixing the tongue and tightening the laces, you stood up, heading to the door. Weaving past your parents with bags and boxes, you waved goodbye as they called out to you to be careful. 

Skating down the sidewalk, you sighed with a smile on your face as the soft breeze brushed your hair around; tucking strands behind your ear occasionally. The sun shone high overhead and warmed your skin a bit as you pushed forward. As you made your way downtown, passing by shops and stores with people inside. You took note of passing a small grocery store, an electronic shop, and a burger diner. Weaving past a few people, you noticed they stared at you. Either because you were new or they knew about your acting career. Whichever, they stopped whatever they were doing and watched curiously as you passed. You have been in a few movies in your ten years of acting. More appearances in shows than ever. You wanted to audition for the new Full House show coming out that year, but when your mother brought up the idea of moving, you took it. You loved acting, it was one of your favorite things to do, but you wanted and needed a break.

You had been a bit nervous at first. You never moved as a kid, staying in L.A. for as long as you could remember, but you did travel a lot. Going from set to set. Audition to audition. It was nice to be able to get away from all of that. But, you would miss acting. It was fun and something you had longed to do since you were a kid, but it was time you had a chance to do other things too. Like go shopping, eat ice cream whenever you want. Wear what you want. Anything. Not having to wake up early to head to set or live in a trailer for weeks to months at a time. This was like a breath of fresh air.

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Skating to a stop, you spot a video store. Reading the large sign, Family Video, you shrug. Might as well find a movie to watch for your first night in your new room. Stepping inside, you looked around the room as you skated forward. Sliding your hands on the counter to stop. Looking up, you watched a guy your age type away on a computer. Unknowing in your presence. You smirked lightly, before speaking. "Hello…" You glanced at his name tag, "Steve." 

Looking up at the sound of his name, Steve's eyes immediately widened. His jaw dropped slightly, not believing his eyes. He was stunned, bewildered; speechless. He couldn't believe his celebrity crush was standing right in front of him. You were wearing light blue jeans with a black studded belt. You also wore a cute blue, pink, and purple windbreaker over a Black Sabbath shirt. His cheeks started to turn a soft pink as he stared back at you with wide eyes. "Uhm..." He cleared his throat, "Yeah, hi. Wh- What can I help you with today?" Steve stumbled over his words.

"Well, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of your Rom-Com section?" You asked, raising your brows.

Steve stammered slightly in shock, clearing his throat again, and feeling his heart practically beating out of his chest. "Right, uhh... follow me." He offered a friendly nod before leading you toward the section labeled 'Romcom.' Once he found what he was looking for, he turned to you. “Do you... Want something specific to watch?"

You shook your head, placing a finger on your chin in thought as your eyes scanned the rows of movies. "No, not really. Do you have any recommendations?" You then asked, looking up at him. 

"Huh? Oh, uh... Sure, yeah." He stuttered out as you tried to fight a smile. 

As Steve's own eyes scanned the rows of movies, you took a peek at the young man beside you. He was tall, with brown eyes and amazing brown hair. Wearing the store's uniform vest, the first button of his striped shirt undone. He was quite handsome. If you hadn't known better, you'd think he was a movie star himself.

Seemingly settling on a movie, Steve grabbed All Of Me off the shelf. Turning to you, he found you already looking at him. Averting your gaze, you cleared your throat, pressing your fist to your mouth briefly as you realized he caught you staring. "Thanks." You murmured shyly, accepting it, as you looked back up at him with a nervous smile. You both stood there awkwardly, staring at each other. "So... How much do I owe you?" You asked softly, fingers fidgeting with the movie's case. 

"It's on the house." Steve smiled gently, as he gestured to the movie in your hand.

"I can't let you do that. Please, let me-" You went to reach for your wallet only for Steve to cut you off.

"No, no, please. I insist." He insisted before you could argue further.

You bit your bottom lip before looking up at him with an idea, "Fine, but for the next movie, I'm paying." You spoke with determination. 

Stevie blinked in surprise before chuckling softly, "Okay, deal." He nodded before leading you out of the aisle "So, I'll see you around, right?"

Smiling gently, you nodded, "Yeah, I'll..." You twirled in your skates once, "Be around." Before skating backward, "Thanks, Steve." You called as you slid out the door, and down the sidewalk. 

Steve let out a sigh, waving out the door even though you were already gone, "Bye, Y/N." Dropping his hand to his side, Steve let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair before he went back around the other side of the counter. Hitting himself on the forehead, he cursed, "Good job, Steve." He scolded himself. "Couldn't even speak to her correctly." Sighing in defeat, Steve leaned against the wall. He blew his chance of acting cool. Now, what was he going to do? His heart felt heavier than usual and his cheeks blushed in embarrassment as he remembered how close he was to you. So close he could smell your strawberry shampoo.

You were just as he imagined. Sweet, funny, caring. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you. Whatever it was, it was making his heart race every time he saw you. He couldn't keep his mind off of you. And that scared him. You were a celebrity. He didn't know you. He didn't know how to act around you. Why did he suddenly become attracted to you like this? Yes, he had always had a crush on you ever since he watched The Breakfast Club with Robin. But, seeing you, interacting with you... He felt like his world shined brighter. He sighed, shaking his head before heading back into the storage room.

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"I'm telling you, Robin, she's here." Steve tried to convince her, leaning against the counter. 

Robin rolled her eyes, "It's really hard to believe you, Harrington. Considering the fact that she's probably filming some big movie in California." She scoffed, shaking her head.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, "But, she is here! I swear! She came in and rented a movie I recommended. She’s been coming in everyday for the past couple of days." Robin raised a brow at him, crossing her arms across her chest, giving Steve a skeptical look.

"What did you recommend?" She asked and Steve threw his hands in the air as he let out a dramatic sigh. “And how come I’ve never seen her?

"You’ve been out sick. And why does that matter? I wouldn't lie about this."

Robin gave him a deadpan look, "Really? You wouldn't lie about meeting your celebrity crush? Sounds childish, Steven."

"This is not a Dustin and Suzie situation here, Buckley. I'm telling-" The bell jingled. Steve and Robin turned, Robin's eyes widening as you walked through the door. "... The truth..."

You walked up to the counter with a smile on your face, "Hey, I have the movie." You slid it onto the counter, scooting it over to Steve. "And I loved it! You are on a roll with the movies here." You complimented as Robin just continued to stare at you.

Steve let out a nervous chuckle, "I'm glad you liked it." He answered back, before glancing at his friend who was still awestruck. "Oh!" Steve grabbed Robin's arm, pulling her over, "This is my friend, Robin. Ignore her staring." Steve introduced the short-haired brunette. “She’s usually not like this.” Steve muttered as Robin snapped out of her daze. 

Robin offered out her hand to you, a bright excited smile on her face. “Hi, I'm a huge fan. I loved you in The Breakfast Club. Did you really get to meet Molly Ringwald?" She asked quickly, her words almost mashing together at how fast she was talking. 

You took her hand, shaking it, "Of course, I did play one of her best friends." You brought your hand back, "And thank you, it means a lot.” You smiled warmly at her, "And I love your hair by the way."

Robin smiled brightly, her fingers brushing the ends of her hair briefly. "You do? Thank you." She gushed, her cheeks tinted a soft pink.

You turned back to Steve, smiling up at him, "Hi, Steve." You spoke gently, Steve returning your smile.

"Hi, Y/N." He muttered happily back, his smile growing wider. 

Robin smirked slightly, looking at the two of you knowingly while you both kept smiling at each other, until you heard the bell chime and turned to look at the entrance again, where you spotted someone coming in. Looking back at Steve, you gave him an apologetic smile, "I should go. You've got customers." You spoke, but Robin shook her head, her smirk turning into a grin. 

"No, it's fine. I got this." She spoke, giving Steve a wink before heading around the counter and up to the customer.

"So..." Steve began, wandering around the counter to stand before you, "What genre today? Or are we sticking with Rom-Com?" He asked, and you shrugged.

"As long as you don’t give me another horror one then I’m good." You glanced around the room, "Surprise me." 

Steve pursed his lips, nodding, "Surprise you..." He muttered in thought, before turning and going down an aisle, "Surprise you..." You followed close behind, excitement bubbling within you. With his finger pointing to each movie as he walked, Steve stopped at one, picking it up off the shelf. Turning to you with a smile, he handed it to you. 

"Star Wars: Return of The Jedi?" You asked as you read the title. 

Steve nodded, "Yeah, it's my favorite. I love the teddy bears." He spoke, mentally cringing at his words.

"Ewoks, Stevie. Ewoks." You corrected and Steve gave you a sheepish laugh, nodding slowly, feeling his cheeks warm up. "I love this movie. Thanks for picking it out." You told him gratefully, and Steve smiled.

"Anytime." He said as the two of you walked back to the counter.

"Hey! Steve! Your brats are here!" Robin called as she gestured to the door. 

Steve turned and his eyes widened in fear, "Oh shi-"

"What's wrong?" You asked, turning to see a small group of kids wander over. They were all chatting about something, laughing with smiles on their faces. They looked around fifteen, sixteen tops. "Who are they?"

Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I used to babysit them, still friends with them..." He turned back to see the kids standing around a cardboard cutout of a character, "Unfortunately..." He finished.

You hummed, glancing at the group with a small frown, "They seem nice. Might say hello."

Steve shook his head rapidly, "Oh, god, no. Dustin and Max both love The Breakfast Club." He tried to warn you, as you turned back to him. “They’ll just annoy you.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, "Do you love The Breakfast Club?" You asked, and Steve nodded.

"Yeah, it's a good movie." Steve replied, watching as you gave a playful shrug.

You smiled sweetly at him, "Then I doubt they'll be any less than kind." You said before walking towards the children.

Steve bit his lip as he watched you walk over, hoping to god that Dustin wouldn't say anything.

"Hey," You spoke up, stuffing your hands in your windbreaker pockets as the four teens turned around. Immediately, the red-headed girl and the curly-haired boy's eyes widened. 

"Holy sh-" Dustin spoke up as Max interrupted him.

"You're Y/N L/N." She spoke, jaw dropped slightly.

"This is the best day of my life." Dustin breathed out as Lucas and Mike looked on confused.

"Uh, sorry, but who are you?" Mike asked, gaining your attention.

Before you could answer, Dustin spoke up, "How could you not know who she is? She is the Y/N L/N. She was in The Breakfast Club, E.T, and she was also in season one of V!" He exclaimed as Lucas and Mike continued to look at him blankly, only to turn their gaze over to you, confusion on their faces.

You tilted your head as you stood there awkwardly, "Is he usually like this?" You chuckled and the two boys just laughed.

Lucas nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Hmm, well. What are your names?" You asked, and Dustin jumped at the opportunity to say his first.

"I'm Dustin!"

"My name is Max." The redhead spoke, and you smiled at her in return.

"I'm Mike and this is Lucas." Mike introduced, as Lucas gave you a small wave.

"Well, it is nice to meet you four. Steve told me that he used to babysit you." You brought up as Dustin scoffed out a laugh.

"Pff, did he tell you that he-" Max cut Dustin off by punching him in the arm. "Ow!"

Your furrowed your eyebrows, "What?" 

Dustin gave you a smile, rubbing his hurt arm, "Nothing. Misspoke." 

You hummed, clasping your hands before you, "Oh, uh, alright..." You spoke, as Dustin just simply nodded before pausing, and looking up at you.

"Actually, uh, could I have your autograph, please?" He asked sheepishly, as your face lit up in delight.

"Sure!" You exclaimed happily, taking out your notebook from your over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out the pen that you always had with you. Scribbling your signature, you turned to Max. "Do you want one too?" You asked her as she looked up at you with wide eyes, nodding. Scribbling down your signature again, you ripped off the pages and handed them to the two. "Here ya go!"

Max smiled widely, "Thank you so much!"

Dustin nodded with a huge grin, "Yeah, thank you!"

"It's no problem, you two." You waved your hand dismissively, "I'd do anything for my biggest fans."

"Alright, let's not bother Y/N anymore, alright? Are you guys going to rent a movie or not?" Steve spoke up, walking over to 'save' you from the teens.

The teens seemed to ignore Steve's words and headed down an aisle without another word. You smiled, crossing your arms as you glanced up at Steve. "They seem like good kids. I don't know why you were so worried."

Steve blushed lightly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, "Well, they could be worse..." He trailed off, "Uh, so... I was wondering if... Maybe... We could…" He trailed off, before clearing his throat, Keep it together, Steven. "Maybe. Uhm. Would you maybe wanna have dinner with me?" He rushed out before taking a deep breath, "If you wanted."

You looked up at him with a shocked smile, "You want to have dinner with me?" You asked, "As like... A date?"

Steve blushed, "Um. Yeah, yeah, I mean, not that I would mind that! If that's what you'd like!" His voice sounded higher pitched than usual.

You let out a small chuckle, "Yeah, I'd like that. I would really like that." You reassured, causing Steve to smile and nod, his heart fluttering in his chest.

"Thank god, I mean, cool... Yeah. Uh, I could pick you up? Do you like milkshakes?" He asked as he handed you your movie.

You sputtered out a laugh, "Steve, who doesn't like milkshakes?"

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Genji x Reader (First Date) fanfic

Submitted by anon, reposted from my old account.

It was a few months after overwatch had announced the recall when you’d joined the ranks. After the Paris incident you saw the time had come for hero���s to return and new ones to arrive, and you were willing to take up the gauntlet.

It wasn’t long into your first week on the Gibraltar base when you’d finally encountered the famed cyborg who sliced and diced a null sector behemoth to pieces and survived an encounter with doomfist. You bumped into him in the hall and greeted him with a chipper hello.

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He took off running like a bat out of hell, his face felt hot, steam was pouring out of his valve releases. He was smitten with you at first sight and he didn’t know how to deal with it... He left you standing there in the hall confused beyond words...

The second encounter was no better, he saw you in the training hall and tried showing off. Needless to say he accidentally almost ended up destroying half the arena with his dragon blade. Almost killing you and endangering others in the process... He apologised profusely but he just couldn’t get a coherent sentence out. Whenever he tried talking to you it was just a mess.

He tried and tried his hardest to speak with you, but each time he did his confidence fell to pieces and along with it his tongue.

In all honesty? You thought it was very sweet, you’d heard of the cyborgs unfortunate story, you found his attempts at making a closer relationship with you very cute too. You decided to ask him out. And as it would turn out? Genji was planning the exact same thing.

You were walking through the halls to your room late one night, a midnight snack in hand from the cafeteria. You were approaching your dorm when suddenly, right in front of you, a set of green lights illuminated themselves. “Y/n!! Y you’re up late!” Genji said, he sounded very startled, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be out of your room.

You nearly dropped your snack out of fright, “g Genji! What are you doing here?!” You say sounding just as startled as the ninja. “I I just! I had to! I mean! I’m sorry I I’ll go!” He stammered out turning to leave. You grabbed hold of his hand and the surprised noise he’d made still makes you giggle thinking about it, “wait! Please...” you say holding on tight.

You heard Genji take in a very deep breath. He turned around grabbing hold of your hands with his. “Will you go out with me?!” He blurted out.

You stand there for a moment before giggling and nodding. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” You laugh. “Yes Genji, id like that.” You smile up at him.

Genji couldn’t tell which was better, your answer or your smile. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before falling onto his back on the floor with a loud thud. “Thank you.” Was all he said, he sounded so relieved. “I don’t know what I was so afraid of.” He laughed.

You giggle and open your door. You step inside and put your snack down before returning and offering genji your hands to help him up. “Is that what you’ve been trying to do this whole time?” You say as he gently takes and admires your hands before getting up. “Yeah heh... I... I didn’t know how to ask you... every time I opened my mouth my brain broke.” He says tapping the side of his visor. “ I’ll, I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your evening, how does Friday sound?...f for our date I mean.” He says shyly.

You smile and nod. “Friday sounds nice, thank you Genji.” You chirp giving his visor a peck on what you assume is his cheek. His lights flashed pink. “Oh I didn’t know you could change their colour?” You say amazed. “I... I can’t, not like that at least!” He says flustered before rushing off. “G goodnight y/n!!” He shouted as he disappeared down the corridor. You couldn’t help but laugh.

...

Friday night arrived, Genji told you to meet him in a rather odd place. It was a parking lot next to a drive in theatre. You waited there quietly in one of your nicest outfits, you were beginning to worry maybe he stood you up... then he jumped down from the building next to you. He looked nice, it was strange seeing him wearing clothes over his armor, a hoodie and some trousers.

“You came.” He says stepping closer to you. He had a bag over his shoulder filled with snacks and drinks. “Of course I did.” You smile. “You look nice.” You say staring up at his visor. His lights flashed pink again. “I need to get that checked, I think your compliments have broken me.” He chuckled.

“Heh, sorry.” You giggle. “Where are we going?” You ask. Genji pointed at the drive in theatre. “But.. we don’t have a car.” You say raising an eyebrow. “We don’t need one.” He says picking you up suddenly. “G Genji!!” You say now very embarrassed. “Hold on tight.” He said before suddenly jumping up onto the roof of the theatres ticket and concession building.

Up here you had a great view of the screen and the sound was perfect. He laid out the picnic blanket and set out the snacks before removing his hoodie and folding it up like a cushion for you. “I used to come here with Mccree all the time when we were in Blackwatch.” He says softly. “We just gotta keep our voices down or we’ll get caught.” He snickered.

You couldn’t help but giggle. Even still you felt bad about not paying. “Ah, I don’t feel r-“ he cut you off by raising his hand. “Don’t feel bad about it, the guy who runs this place is an asshole, he jacks up the prices enough as is and doubles it for Omnics to keep them out...” he says bitterly. “Oh... Fuck him then.” You smile and snuggle on the blanket beside him.

You two sat and watched the film, eating and drinking a 6 pack Genji had bought. It was a nice fruity spirit based alcohol, you had no clue what it was due to the label being in another language but you’d be sure to ask him later. You felt his hand make its way around your waist, you gladly leaned into him as he pulled you closer...

The film ended and the night was still very young. Genji packed the blanket back in his bag before unfolding his hoodie and putting it back on. “Come on, I got somewhere el-“ he was cut off by an aggressive sounding old man shouting at you two from below. “I knew I heard something! Get down here you rotten kids!!” He shouted. Genji scooped you up and laughed making a run for it.

You were on the other side of the city by the time Genji stopped running, he wasn’t even slightly out of breath, but you were, even though he’d carried you the whole way you’d never laughed so hard in your life. “God he could have called the cops on us.” You giggle.

Genji snickered, “I know, fun being a little bad right?” He says gently putting you down in front of a very large building. “Where are we?” You ask looking at the empty parking lot, “come inside, I booked this place out for us.” He smiled taking your hand.

You followed him inside and blinked, “an ice rink?” You ask as you look over the fresh untouched surface. Genji nodded picking out a pair of skates for you. “Here, let me put them on you.” He says softly. You could tell he was blushing by how he looked away from you.

You nod and sit down for him. He removed your shoes carefully and slid the skates on. He took his time tying the laces making sure they were snug. When he finished he couldn’t stop from sliding a hand up your leg, you let out a soft gasp at the bold move. You weren’t expecting it, but you liked it...

He took your hand and led you out. Instantly your legs bowed and you nearly ended up on your face. He was quick to catch you and hold you up right. “Heh I’ve got you.” He says softly. Up this close you could see past the green light and through to his face. He had lovely eyes. “Th thanks. I’ve... n never skated before.” You say shyly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He cooed helping you stand up right before slowly moving back and leading you along with ease. After a few minutes the stiffness in your movements disappeared and you began to gain balance. “I never knew you enjoyed skating.” You say staring at the ice being cautious of where you stepped next.

“Like a lot of things, I never used to do it before I joined Blackwatch.” He says as he began to skate beside you, his hand never letting go of yours. “When I got my new body, I was uncoordinated and very clumsy. I’d lost my agility, and couldn’t get a grasp of my new legs. So Commander Reyes brought me here one night, he put a pair of skates on me and pushed me out onto the ice... he wouldn’t let me go home until I managed to get up and go around it three times without falling over.” He chuckled.

“I hated him for it at the time, I thought he was being unfair... but he was just pushing me in the right direction. He brought me back here every night after training and each time I got faster and better. Soon... I was moving with my new body as if it were my old one.” He says softly.

You hung on his every word, Genji had a horrible and rough past, to hear of a fond memory in the darkest time of his life was so... heartwarming.

You gasped as he suddenly twirled you about. Your skates spun on a point and you landed perfectly in his embrace again. “Y/N?...” he says now looking right at you. “Thank you... for tonight.. and for being so patient with me.” He says gently placing his hand on your cheek. “ genj-“ he gently placed his thumb on your lips silencing you. “Please... let me finish before my nerve leaves me again.” He whispers.

“I never thought it possible for me to find love after what happened to me, to my body... but you gave me a chance... and... I’d very much like another one if you’re willing to.. be mine?” He asks sounding so hopeful and shy. You nod and smile. “I’ll be yours, only if you be mine.” You whisper back.

He was silent for a moment before reaching up and pressing the release on his visor, a click, a hiss as the air locks opened. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw his eyes, unobstructed and in full view. Then his face, you saw a tuft of black hair peeping out from under his forehead guard. You looked over every scar, every burn, then your eyes landed on his lips... you couldn’t see anything wrong with him, to you he was the most perfect man you’d ever laid eyes on. “Y/N?...” he whispered.

You leaned in and kissed his lips gently, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he slid his around your waist pulling you closer. His lights turned pink again. “ d damn it, you’re going to break me with how sweet you are” he stutters out. You giggle and kiss him again. “Do you really mind if I break you?” You whisper. “...no... come here” he says pulling you back in for another more passionate kiss...

The two of you stayed like that for a while before eventually deciding it was time to go. Instead of skating back on your own he scooped you up once more and slid back to the side of the rink. He helped you put your shoes back on before taking your hand and walking back to base.

You were halfway back to hq when you both felt your stomachs growl, “heh, I guess I didn’t bring enough snacks. What do you want to eat?” He asks pulling out his phone to look up places nearby. “Genji.” You tug on his sleeve and point at an in and out. “Oh that’ll do!” He chimes.

The two of you ordered and sat down outside watching the city life at night. It was a beautiful evening. You both ate in relative silence, occasionally offering each other a bite of one another’s food. Every now and then your hands would find their way into one another’s.

...

The pair of you arrived back at base to find that 76 had waited up to make sure you two got home safely, he really was like a dad... once you were both inside he locked up the building and Athena began the evenings lock down protocol.

“Is he always like that?” You ask Genji as you both approach the dormitory’s. “He never used to be, he actually used to hate me and Mccree, but... after Reyes died and the recall happened... I think he saw us both as his wards like gabe once did.” He says softly. “Plus, I think he’s lost so many people he cares about he wants to make sure all of us are happy and safe you know?” He says as you both come to a stop outside your room.

You nod, “I suppose he cares more than he lets on.” You smile, you look sheepishly down at your feet. “Thank you Genji, I... I had a really good time tonight.” You say softly. “I did too, thank you for giving me a chance.” He says taking your hand again. “You’re a chance worth taking... do you... wanna come inside? I got a bottle of wine and some Doritos?...” you say looking up at him.

He nods and removes his visor again so you can see the genuine smile on his face. His perfect face... “I’d love that y/n.” He chuckled. You both end up drinking the whole bottle and spending the rest of the evening snuggled on your bed.

Genji was already planning to make your next date even more special...

[tittyblade]

tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason. 

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it. 

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved. 

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others. 

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol. 

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3