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letsquestjess · 3 days

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One, Two, Throw (Hunter x F!Reader)

Summary: You look incredible throwing Hunter's knives, and he decides to show you just how irresistible you are.

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Smut! 18+! MDNI! Fingering. It's Hunter-is-horny hour!

A/N: This is my first time writing smut and I'm a little torn between feeling proud and wanting to hide in a corner. Anyways, if people enjoy it, I'm down for writing some more.

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“There you go,” Hunter encouraged, his touch on your waist warm and reassuring. His breath ghosted your nape as he leaned close to your ear. “Concentrate on the target and visualise it landing where you want to hit. Feel the weight of the knife, the way it balances in your hand.”

“If there was an enemy in front of me, they’d have got me by now,” you chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to offer him a mischievous smirk. “I know what to do, we’ve been doing this for hours.”

With an amused glimmer in the flinty brown of his eyes, he stepped back and signalled for you to proceed. He had to admit there was a certain charm to witnessing your determination. You had a particular look in your eyes, a fire that didn’t burn or destroy, but kindled the very core of who you were, and it brought him an indescribable joy.

You returned to the target as you shuffled your feet in the grit and lifted the weapon. Your stare lingered on the silhouette framed by the shrubbery of the back garden. Scratches and dints marred the pale outline, hitting almost every place other than the one you wanted. You’d even managed to land a strike on the groin, which had earned you an instinctive wince from the sergeant.

“Don’t strangle the knife,” Hunter cautioned as you were about to make your shot. “It needs to move.”

Coughing pointedly, you rolled your shoulders. Hilt over blade, it rotated and revolved until lodging itself into the wood inches from your intended destination with a deliberate twang. You let out an irritated huff.

“Keep trying,” Hunter said. “You’re getting better.”

“Seems like I’m getting worse.”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

As you recovered the knife, you granted him a firm nod and a warm grin.

Again and again you tried, each attempt glancing off the edge or striking a non-fatal spot. It felt as though you would never take it down. Despite any doubts, Hunter’s constant reassurances kept your confidence from faltering.

He asked a couple of times if you wanted to stop, but you adamantly refused. After all, you had suggested this to experience his world before he chose to settle down, and you were starting to understand him more.

He rarely spoke about the hardships he and his brothers faced during the war or the difficulties he encountered after Order 66. As curious as you were, you didn’t want to pry. Although you had been dating for over a year, you understood that lightly encouraging him to talk was more effective than poking at his past.

Hunter observed you with the intensity of a hawk, studying your posture, your fortitude, your concentration. By the stars, you looked amazing with a vibroblade in your grasp, staring down that wooden silhouette. Every time you squared your stance and locked onto your target, a flood of adrenaline travelled up his spine and exploded with anticipation as you unleashed your shot. In his ravenous gaze, you were magnificent.

Sneaking closer, he inched his hands over your waist as you readied yourself for your next attempt. His lips swept behind your ear, planting a trail of kisses on your exposed skin.

“Want to offer more tips?” you asked.

He shook his head against your neck and continued his ministrations.

“I see, you’re trying to throw me off,” you figured.

“In dangerous situations, there will always be distractions,” Hunter reasoned, his hips pressing into your rear and his enjoyment of the situation immediately becoming apparent. “You need to be able to block them out.”

“Oh, so the enemy will be getting up close and personal.” You gave him a tantalising, raised eyebrow, almost bordering on mean, the sultry lilt in your tone even more so. “Is that what you meant, sergeant?”

As if in a blur, he swiftly disarmed you, snatching the knife from your grasp and launching it. The vibroblade quivered in the chest of the wooden target.

Before you could catch your breath, he twirled you round and lifted you up, balancing you in his arms and latching his lips onto yours as he strode with purpose back into the cottage.

Your hands found purchase in his hair as he nudged open the bedroom door and lay you down on the bed.

“Such a tease,” he murmured, breaths intermingling between kisses.

His mouth moved slow and deep, savouring the scent of you and your mounting arousal as his tongue explored your lower lip and slid inside. Tasting him like this had you tilting your hips, and he let out a low chuckle as he guided them back onto the fluffy bedspread.

“Hunter,” you groaned.

“Do you have any idea how good you look with a knife in your hands? Never seen anything so tempting.”

When you searched his eyes, you found nothing but pure devotion in them, an unyielding desire to be by your side for as long as time allowed.

“You never gave up,” he continued, undressing you languidly and lavishing any stretch of skin he exposed. “I’m proud of you. You stood there, determined. Fucking incredible.”

His kisses grew hungry as he finished unclothing you and discarded his own clothes, throwing them behind him with reckless abandon. He’d clean them up later. For now, all he craved was you.

You smoothed his dark waves from in front of his face as he climbed back up to your lips. He slid his fingers between your breasts, massaging and playing with each in turn before he trailed lower. To say he was skilled with his hands would be an understatement; his caresses were gentle yet firm, creating masterpieces of bliss on your skin. With every inch of contact, your breath caught in your throat, a soldier’s hands but a loving touch, and a silent ‘I love you’ lingering within.

Need gripped you and your nails dragged down the ridges of his chest and abdomen, lifting your hips to get him to explore the one place that ached for his talents. This time, he skipped the teasing and dipped a finger into the wetness between your legs, finding his way to your clit. With each circle he traced, he delighted in the enticing sounds you made, grinning mischievously as you pulled away to gasp, your head pressed against the pillows.

When he gently slipped a finger inside you, your whimpers became moans. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold back from begging him for more, but you did your best. You knew how he loved making you feel good and working you up for him, and you wanted to let him have this.

Hunter soothed the dip of your brow with a tender press of his lips, gazing at you as though you provided him with the air he breathed. He’d never tire of seeing you like this, sweat dappling your skin, body lifting and falling with each wave of pleasure. He craved to etch this view behind his eyelids to look at whenever he closed his eyes. “That’s it,” he whispered, spurring your rising bliss with another finger.

“I need…” You swallowed and released a purposeful breath.

“Tell me, sweetest,” Hunter cooed. “What do you need?”

His fingers worked their way in and out while his thumb circled your clit. Your core lit up and your hips chased the motion. You couldn’t stop it, even if you tried, and this time, he didn’t ease you back down with a steady hand. He let you grind against him, hunting that sensation only he provided as his hard desire pressed against your abdomen.

“Need you,” you whined. You brought him down for another kiss, determined for him to devour every single one of your senses.

“All in good time.” He curled his fingers and brushed that particular spot that had you panting and squeezing your eyes shut while his other hand prowled up and down your body in slow, deliberate caresses. His kisses turned feverish before his teeth nibbled at your throat and a rumble purred in his own.

He could smell you, you realised, the scent of your pleasure only heightening his own desire to sink into you.

The hunger within you built as he quickened his pace and your climax thundered ever closer. “Hunter, I…” you breathed. “I’m so…”

“Can feel it,” he practically growled into your neck as your pussy clutched onto him, the tip of his nose brushing yours with every thrust of his fingers. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

That was all you needed, those three words spoken with such security and tenderness, and the tightening coil in your core snapped. White hot seared through your veins and covered your body in pure bliss as he coaxed you through your high. As your pleasure reached its highest point, you gave a soft groan, your nails digging into his shoulders to ground you.

Hunter kept you afloat, his movements inside you slowing. He hushed your whimpers and kissed the corner of your lips as you panted. “That’s my girl. You good?”

“Better than good,” you managed to get out. “Maybe I should practice knife throwing more often.”

You smirked at the muffled vibration in Hunter’s throat as his eyes fluttered shut, and you could almost see the image of yourself wielding his knives imprinting on his mind.

“Later,” he assured you. “We’re nowhere near done here yet.”

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luvvyouforever · 2 days

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exclusively yours - sdv harvey x reader!

-> synopsis: harvey realizes some things about himself and one of those is that he can't stand it when other people look at what's his.

-> warning: NSFW MDNI MDNI MDNI SMUT! jealous harvey mhm. a touch of dom harvey what can i say. slight shane slander nothing too mean. a bit wordy. you've been warned.

-> a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i wrote this whenever i had time free over the course of a week when i should be doing homework.

there's a rare fire in his eyes that night at the stardrop saloon. he's not sure what it is that he's feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he knows for certain that he doesn't like the way shane's eyes rake over your flower dance dress that you had been wearing since this morning when you danced with the doctor, and not shane.

he's reminding himself of the ring on your finger, the farm that you live in together, the bouquets you've gifted him, the necklace that took ages to procure because the weather had to be just right. and yet, none of that is easing the jealousy threatening to bubble up over the surface.

the lust in shane's gaze becomes even more apparent as the crowd dwindles. he's talking to you and harvey can barely make out the words coming out of his mouth, but then there's a touch to your elbow that was well-timed to come after a joke you just made, and now harvey is striding over, wrapping a tight arm around your shoulders to stare at shane.

"what was so funny?" he asks and the interested inflection in his tone is entirely fake. "i know my wife has such a keen sense of humor, doesn't she?" you don't miss the emphasis he puts on 'wife.'

shane's grown awkward now, and he shifts hsi weight from one foot to the next. he's been caught and there's nothing much he can do to salvage this situation. "yeah, uh, she just made a joke about summer. nothing serious. sorry," he stumbles out.

"mhm, yeah. so, we'll see you around?" harvey says which effectively ends the conversation and forces shane back into the booth he was originally sitting down in. with a breath of relaxation, he turns to you with a different kind of fire in his eyes. one that makes you shiver with palpable excitement. "ready to go home?"

you nod and his hand moves from your shoulder down to the small of your back to give you just a slight push away from prying eyes and out the door of the saloon.

neither of you speak on the way home and it feels like even the nature around you is holding its breath in anticipation of what will happen when the door to your farmhouse swings open. the farmhouse becomes visible in the distance and there's a sudden weakness in your legs. subconciously, both you and harvey pick up speed until you find yourself speed-walking to the front door.

he wastes no time in pulling keys from his pocket and unlocking the door and, ever the gentleman, letting you go in first.

once he shuts the door behind him, his hand immediately finds the small of your back again and you feel your body inch closer to the bedroom. anticipation grows and grows until your back is leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and harvey's stature is looming over yours.

this is new, this is unexplored, this is uncharted territory. harvey had never once been anything other than unadulterated sweetness in the bedroom. he cared about your pleasure, your comfort, and your enjoyment more than anything. but now there was something calling to him to give into this urge building in the pit of his stomach.

harvey's hand crawls from its position by his side, up the curves of your stomach, then stops at the base of your head. a soft gesture tilts your chin upwards so you're looking directly into his brown eyes. you feel small underneath his intense gaze, but it's certainly not a bad feeling.

"you know," he begins with a breath, "i've never considered myself a jealous person." you bite your lip in anticipation, feeling warmth grow from your core and radiate outwards. "but...the way shane was looking at you tonight...i think we just need a small reminder about who you belong with."

there was so much intensity behind his words despite them coming out in a soft drawl. you could have buckled right there on the doorframe but his body was caging you in so that there was no way you'd fall.

with a breath and a swallow, your hand travels from your side to his waist. "then remind me," you tease.

harvey's eyes darken and something about this excited you to no end. his strong hands bring you close to his chest and his lips hurriedly meet yours. they intertwine in a mess, teeth clashing, tongues bumping, but it sets your entire body alight. with ease, harvey inches you away from the doorframe and to the bed where you fall down onto the soft mattress. the white dress on your body falls around your waist, revealing the underwear you had on.

then, harvey growled. like truly, really growled as if something had took over him in these few seconds. he had been suppressing this urge to be with you intensely for fear of hurting you or embarrassing himself. but he's spurred on by your moans and the heat he feels radiating from between your legs.

after making out so roughly that your lips are left feeling numb, harvey's hands travel down your body, stopping at the hem of your underwear. with a strong tug, he pulls you to the edge of the bed and sits on his knees in front of you. he'd regret placing so much pressure on his aging knees in the morning, but that didn't matter now. what mattered now was making you cum to the point that you are unable to think of another man but him.

without much warning, harvey's mouth met your core. you threw your head back to the bed, letting out a moan that made you glad you lived so far from any other person. he was like a man possessed, seeking some salvation in the wetness growing and growing in between your legs.

he pulled away, but not for long as his fingers gripped the hem of your underwear and slid them down your thighs, calfs, and off your feet. for a second, he sat on his knees, marveling at your pleasure and whispered, "you must really like this, huh?"

his voice was laced with lust and darkness. before you could even respond, his mouth met your middle again and every part of your body lurched forward, in awe of the pleasure he was giving you. there was a coil in the pit of your stomach that was growing, wounding around itself, tightening with every stroke of harvey's tongue against you.

"harv! fuck!" you managed to choke out. you could feel his lips tilt upward in a smile, and just when you thought there was no possible way it could get better than this, his finger teased at your hole before plunging in. harvey's anatomical knowledge guided his finger upward, curling up to the spot that sends you reeling.

his name was a prayer on your lips as that coil tightened till the point you think it might snap. you could no longer hold it when harvey added in a second finger, curling both upwards and creating a pressure that pulled the coil till it all fell apart. you were a mess, hair sprawled on the comforter, dress halfway up your body, wetness dripping from harvey's fingers.

he leans back on his knees, eyes blown wide with lust. his lips glisten and his carefully groomed hair and mustache are destroyed. he's breathing heavily, but he didn't stop his frenzy there. with rushed movements, he tugs off his tie, his button down, his undershirt till there was nothing adorning his body.

"need this off," he mumbles, pulling at the hem of your dress. you come out of your daze to rise up and slide the dress off your body. "jesus...," he whispers. he rises from his spot on the floor and gestures for you to scoot up to the bed. slowly, his body comes over yours and once again you become caged in his grip and his scent. "do i tell you that you're beautiful enough? because if i don't i need some sense slapped into me."

heat floods in your cheeks at his words. harvey, ever the kind gentleman, was a whole other person entirely. for a second, you wonder if you could tease more possessiveness out of him. he was already delirious with pleasure. what could a little more hurt?

"i'm glad you think so too, dr. harvey. shane really thinks i'm the best looking person in this whole town," you say with a smirk tilting your lips upward.

that fire reignites in his eyes again. in seconds, his hands come to your wrists and you feel pinned against the bed. his chest is rising and falling with intensity.

"if i hear another man's name on your lips tonight, you're getting it," he threatens.

and, because you can, you push him further. "shane. alex. sam. sebastian. lew-"

in a renewed sense of dominance, harvey clamps his hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. "i don't think you'll be able to talk when i'm done with you," he says, voice just slightly above a whisper.

"prove it," you whisper back.

harvey smiles with something sinister lurking beneath the service. he stands from the bed, eyes never leaving yours and tugs off his belt, then his pants. with no flourish, his length comes out, irresistibly hard from the night's activities. he climbs back on top of you, settling his center in front of yours. he's barely touching your core but it's sending you arching upwards.

"i don't think shane could manage making you feel this good, you know?" he teases your entrance. "i mean, if you'd like to try, go ahead, but you'll come back to me crying because he can't make you cum like this." slowly, he slides himself in. you let out an unearthly moan that is met with his own grunts. "you're all mine. no one else's." he fully enters you then, hitting as far back as he could manage.

he drags himself out, then slowly enters back in. it's torturous. horrible. so awfully frustrating.

"please, harv. more!" you beg. he kept up his slow pace, barely budging. "need you more." you sound just as pathetic as you feel.

"can shane make you feel this good?" he asks.

so that's what he wanted from you. "no!" you plead.

"are you all mine, then?"

"yes, all yours!"

"exclusively mine?"

"exclusively yours!"

at those final words, harvey fucks into you again with a quicker, rougher pace. this was what you needed more than air. your hands fly to his arms where your nails dig into the skin there. he would wake up with marks that remind him of the night, but maybe that was your purpose in doing so.

harvey is stretching you out in the most perfect of ways and the closeness of his body to yours sends shivers all over you. his hands are desperately clinging to every part of your exposed skin and his chest rises quickly in attempts to catch his breath. nothing could stop him from his actions right now. all he can focus on is the way you feel so tight around him, the way you're moaning his name, and the way he has to hold in his orgasm until you've came all over him.

which isn't too far away. it's building with every deep, powerful thrust he makes. he's hitting spots inside of you that he hadn't before. it's blissful, filthy, and perfect. in the middle of your ecstacy, you make a note to draw out harvey's jealous side more.

"fuck," he grunts out. it's so strange to hear such filthy language coming from your husband who balked any time you said swear words. "you're so fucking tight for me, huh?"

his dirty words pull out a loud moan from you which seemed to spur harvey on even further. his thrusts lost their rhythm and his breath became rapid. he was close and so were you. with urgent moves, you wrap your legs around his waist which sends his length inside of you as deep as it can go. your eyes meet with a silent agreement.

your moans mingle together, filling the room with lewd noises. your name is repeated over and over again until the moment you both feel that release toppling over the edge, filling your bodies head to toe with pure bliss. his body doesn't still, but instead he returns to the slow pace he began with, pumping his cum deep inside you.

after some breaths and stilled movements, he pulls out with a slick noise and falls to your side. his arms open up in a silent request for you to lay on his chest and you oblige. the bed is destroyed, your bodies are sweaty, and there's certainly something leaking out of you onto the sheets. but sheets can be washed, beds can be made, and showers can be had.

all that matters is that you were exclusively his, and shane could never make you feel like that.

#stardew valley x reader #harvey one shot #stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #harvey #harvey x reader #harvey imagine #sdv harvey #sdv harvey smut #stardew valley smut #harvey smut

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cactuupng · 19 hours

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As a fellow aroace mumbo enjoyer I think you'd enjoy my insane rambles-

So I think Scar and Mumbo are both aroace. They're both a bit different tho- Mumbo never really thought about romance too much. He's never really found someone attractive and he's never had a crush.

He finds some people aesthetically pleasing and I think that he thinks that's what romantic and/or sexual attraction is supposed to be like. He's never thought about it too much, he just though "huh that person looks nice.", classified it as attraction in his mind and moved on.

He doesn't think about romance and he just simply doesn't care.

Scar on the other hand had quite a bit of difficulty figuring stuff out. He finds people attractive, he likes the idea of having a partner and he likes the idea of dating, but any time he thinks he likes someone romantically and tries to imagine dating them he gets uncomfortable. It just doesn't feel right.

I think Scar would randomly stumble across the the term aroace and it sends him into a bit of a rabbit hole. He finds the terms he thinks fit him and it puts him on ease knowing there's other people like him out there and that he's not just broken or something.

Now he knows that there's other people like him out there, he just never thought It'd be someone on the server!

I think Scar would randomly mention something about being aroace or complain about something allo people do and Mumbo would kinda stop in his tracks and ask scar to elaborate or explain.

I think that's how Mumbo figures out that no, not everyone feels like him.

Idk I just think it'd be nice if they then bonded over that and if Mumbo found out a bit about himself through Scar

oughhhh my heart

Thinking about how maybe Mumbo started to figure himself out during s8 specifically, because him and Scar were so close living wise and got closer as friends as well

Imagine Boatem having their usual sleepover, all the others are dead asleep while the two are awake, catching up and talking. Suddenly Scar mentions about being aroace, and Mumbo perks up at the word, questioning what it is and to elaborate further (he always wants to be supportive of course)!

The more Scar talks about it and how he feels, the more Mumbo just starts getting the realisation like "Oh shit." and suddenly blurts out that he might be the same

Cue them bonding about it more the entire night, and them becoming even closer

#Scar definitely helps Mumbo also come out and talk about it to others #later of course #but NOW its their silly little thing that they bond over and make fun of others #like “imagine being in LOVE lmaoooo what a loser” type thing #cactuu talks

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agentplutonium · 1 day

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David/Angel cooking for your prompt practice ^^

Okay, so we're about to make a deal. I will write this BUT you can't be too mean /j. Actually /hj because I don't really write this pairing and ur like THE David/Angel enjoyer in my head. But I will try for the sake of science (practice). Plus I always like expanding my abilities and this will be a fun challenge.

Pairing: David/Angel

WC: 897

Rating: Gen.

Aether is talking about this post.

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David won't admit it, but he does enjoy cooking with Angel. Occasionally.

They're a pain to deal with, but there's something about seeing them focus on something that they're both working on that gets to him. Not to mention that during these times he was grateful for the help.

It was another solstice. The pack was coming over for their usual party, and Angel had insisted on helping out this time, claiming that David would need it since they were bulk-making a lot of food (completely ignoring the fact that he's done it previously.) David, having seen what they could do by themselves when he was bringing over Asher, Milo, Tank, and their mates, decided that they'll give it a try this year. He warned them that things had to happen a certain way though, since he was used to doing it like that. Angel said that they could handle it. They've watched him before, they knew the drill.

So, they got to work.

Angel wasn't good at cooking for themselves, but when it came to bigger meals they suddenly became a five-star chef. David didn't even have to delegate tasks, it was like the two of them were performing a dance that only they knew. There was only occasionally he would have to ask for something, but it was always at the ready. The two were done prep in no time, and the only thing left was to supervise the cooking. David leaned against the counter, drying dishes as Angel washed them. He couldn't stop watching them for some reason.

"Take a picture it will last longer," Angel teased, a small grin flitting their lips.

"Why now?" David asked suddenly.

"Why now... what?" Angel giggled.

"Why help now? Why let me cook for you all these years?"

Angel's smile softened a bit. They shrugged in that way that always (affectionately) irked him, looking up to him. "Wanted to."

"Wanted to?" David repeated.

"Yeah. There was never really anyone that... did that for me. I was always so used to making big meals with my mom, and then when I moved out it was... hard to adjust. Does that make sense? I was on my own, and I never made anything more than a simple dish for myself before when I got peckish. So, those habits stuck around. And then you came along, and..." Angel looked away, smile widening even more. They distracted themself with the dishes. "And here we are."

David didn't have an answer right away. He was expecting some witty, light-hearted, hell even flirty answer. Not this. He didn't mind this, not in the slightest, but--

"And not to mention that you look sexy while you're cooking."

He spoke too soon.

"You liked watching me cook," David clarified.

"Partly, yes. It was also partly because it made me feel loved. It's also partly because I know its how you show love, so..." They trailed off, shrugging again before handing him the next dish. "Win-win."

"Win-win," David light-heartedly mocked, rolling his eyes.

Angel flicked water at him in retaliation, giggling. "It is! You like cooking, I like watching you cook, we both get a meal out of it--both metaphorically and physically--there's love in every aspect. There's not much more I could ask for, Davey."

David thought about the ring that was currently sitting in his nightstand. He was sure there was something more they could ask for. He shook his head to clear it, refocusing as another dish was handed to him.

"Maybe I should get you doing dishes more if it has you like this," he said. "You're actually romantic right now."

Angel scoffed in mock offence. "What does that mean? I'm always romantic!"

"With a lot of innuendos, and flirty comments, and--"

"Well, I'm sorry," Angel interrupted, "It is not everyday I am able to flirt to my heart's content with probably the hottest guy I've ever dated."

"Not the hottest guy you've ever seen?"

"No. Because you are not Tom Hiddleston. Unfortunetly."

"Unfortunately?" David asked with a chuckle.

Angel sighed dreamily. "I'd probably leave you in a heartbeat if that man asked," They teased.

David laughed. "Uh-huh. Okay."

Angel giggled. "You laugh now, but it's a possibility. You might wake up one day with a note beside you. It would say," they put on a dramatic voice, "'eloped with Tom. You were a great fuck, but I can't deny my true desires. Sucks to suck, I guess.' Except the 'I guess' would just be the letters I-G."

David shook his head in amusement, grinning. "Would you really leave me for him?"

Angel pulled the plug from the sink, rinsing off their hands, with another sigh. "No. Probably not. You're too good to me to do that."

David put the last dish away. "Right. That's reassuring."

"You think I'm hot enough to pull Tom?"

David pulled them into a kiss when the tap turned off. "I think you're hot enough to pull anybody you wanted, Angel. It's why I'm lucky you decided to keep me around."

Angel smiled at him, eyes crinkling a bit. David went to kiss them again but got stopped by their wet hands running through his hair and over his face. He leaned back to the sound of Angel's giggles.

"Why you--"

They wiggled out of his grip, taking off. David started after them, chuckling himself as he went.

-END-

#thank you aether ^^#plutonium_oneshot #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted david #redacted angel #this was NOT the original idea #but here we are #it's kinda skirting the whole cooking part #but whatever #hopefully its still to standard ^^

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sergle · 11 months

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I was digging up my old pixel art bc my friend was asking me abt game assets and wanted examples of stuff I made-- and man I kinda miss it!! tbh! I should do pixel art again on occasion. like tell me these aren’t still kinda cute

#sergle.txt #sergle art #pixel art #like!!!!!!#these were good!#I think I stopped doing pixel art because deviantArt was the only platform that didn't Eat the crisp quality of pixel art #bc I was transferring my presence from dA to tumblr over time #and also on dA it was just more popular?#like pixel icon commissions and stuff. and sprite commissions #so I had more inclination to do it #but ENJOYMENT... I never stopped enjoying it #I look at these old pieces and they still make me very happy #it makes me wanna do some more!!!!

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minglana · 2 months

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girl help my mother has achieved what she couldnt achieve in 23 yrs (give me an ED)

#thanks to the doctor making me go to the nurse this summer and putting me on a 'diet'#WHEN THE NURSE HERSELF SAID I SHOULDNT BE TOO CONCERNED ABT MY WEIGHT bc im young and i shouldnt worry about this #and now my mom wont. stop. making. comments. on what i eat and the excercise i dont do #and the way i eat and when i eat #and its finally eaten at my brain. and now i think about it constantly #and i wanna make it stop bc i cant fucking believe that i didnt listen to her at all when i was at my most vulnerable (a teenager)#but her words have had their effect when i am/should be more ok w myself (not a teenager anymore)#like genuinely how do i stop making myself feel like this and think about this all the time i feel disgusting. i dont enjoy eating anymore #bc im constantly thinking about /not/ eating. or how i shouldnt be eating. or that i shouldnt be hungry #z xarre #AAAAAAANNDDDD i have to go to the n*rse next month to get weighed. and i already know that ill have gained weight. bc at the dorms #i cant like. follow the diet they gave me or whatever. and i eat more and im also hungrier. its so hard to think of eating #as something enjoyable now. literally wanna kms ive never been like this. we've always enjoyed food in my family #bc its the main way we connect and i can connect w my family and my ancestors and my culture.#and i dont wanna stop enjoying food. but the nurse and doctor AND MY MOTHER are making this so hard.#ed mention #weight mention

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ahalliance · 8 months

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just had a bombshell revelation that has to do with film noirs and crowley showing up with the name anthony in the 1940s … fucker went and saw scarface (1932) multiple times didn’t he

#bombshell revelation to me only (crowley and film noir enjoyer)#i CANNOT believe his cringe loser ass . he TOTALLY would do this #exactly the type of mf to enjoy crime films yet never have fired a gun before #like . sure . he on a whim decided to be trans and add another name to the list .#but why anthony ‘tony’ huh . in the era of film noirs and crime flicks . HUH .#god i love him . never stop being a trans cringefail you beautiful demon #jay rambles

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beelzzzebub · 6 months

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yoooo pls pls pls can we just get along and be nice to eachother and and and i'm crying

#insert that one line from mean girls #she doesn't even go here etc etc #why must the enjoyment of things always be accompanied by such drama and distress #can't we all just have thoughts and not be mean about them #can't we all just get along #i know things are more complicated a lot of the time but just #i feel like so much stuff could be nicer and less stressful if we were less combative about it #well #i guess this has been a nice long sad and anxious ramble #aka me getting stressed out by enjoying things again #the anxiety never stops!#the guilt is unrelenting!#etc etc!#anyway #boink #or whatever

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barryhbo · 1 year

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ok my thoughts on season four: very impressed with how good it was despite the writers strikes. obviously we mourn the casualties of the strike (less cameron, cuddy and chase 💔) and the unfortunate short run of episodes (i wish we had so much more time with amber). but otherwise every episode was just great (except maybe the cia one). the cases were interesting, i loved the new fellows and i really enjoyed watching their competition. it was a bold change but it worked sooo well.

#also just amber as a character i adored. bc she's a cut throat bitch and she never stops being a cut throat bitch #but she's loved nonetheless and we cry for her. she's never villified or showed negatively. in fact she has a positive impact!!#she helps wilson change for the better!! she is loved and she is good and she's a bitch and i wish we had more time with her #i also LOVE thirteen and kutner. i enjoy kutner's scenes immensely he's so fun #i also loved the first episode of this season. a great episode for wilson enjoyers #i really liked the wilson house amber dynamic that was fun #i do wish we saw more of cuddy 💔#ik everyone waits for the five minutes of wilson but i'm here for my five minutes of cuddy 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩#anyways. goodnight #house md

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lionblaze03-2 · 1 year

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bought the first four WoF graphic novels today, blacked out reading and now it’s 2 in the morning

#I believe I got three books in to the actual books back when they were FIRST happening.#I only never continued because the library was like super backordered on the brand new fourth one at the time #I always really enjoyed them #Also am a big graphic novel enjoyer #these are my Christmas to myself. I worked hard and did good this year and I couldn’t stop staring at them in the bookstore #WoF #wings of fire #wof #if I could have every book just. Ever #Get a graphic novel depiction #I’d sign off on that baby #Not because I’m dumb and can’t read but because I like to see the intentional boarding and posing and design of the characters #yknow

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pissjesus · 1 year

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I fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hate trying to make a career out of art. The online landscape is a hellhole I don’t make anything you could sell in a gallery the idea of changing what I do to be more marketable makes me want to throw up I don’t make anything that pushes boundaries either and I can’t get people to interact with stuff I make for free. So the next time someone says to me “hey you should make money off your art you’re really talented” I’m just gonna start screaming and ripping the furniture apart cuz I can’t take it anymore

#this is not to say I don’t enjoy art. I love it. I couldn’t stop making it if I wanted #but the idea of doing it in a way that compromises my enjoyment makes me want to run into the woods #and I’m so sick of getting advice #‘you should make money off your art’ NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT #GEE WHY DONT I TRY MAKING A PROFIT OFF THE ONLY THING IM GOOD AT???#WOW #fuck you pay me

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imwritesometimes · 2 years

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how to overcome your incredible self-loathing, cringe embarrassment, perfectionist tendencies, and finally feel decent abt fic you've written - definitely not written by me cause I'll never figure it out....

#every day I wonder wtf I'm doing with all this #every day I think I should not only trash this wip but my entire ao3 profile #every day I think god I wanna finish this wip #and then maybe just never write again cause this isn't worth it!#every day I think abt how I LIKED writing and how sometimes I still do but not enough to do THIS anymore?#every day I think just stop! just stop thinking up scenes for fictional characters! what kind of LOSER are you?#consume media on a surface level of enjoyment and delete your tumblr and move on don't be cringe ur an OLD adult #and every day I go but why? why should I hate this part of myself these stupid innocuous things I enjoy?#just delete tumblr and ao3 and be fucking boring and normal even though no one really knows what you do on tumblr #and no one knows you have an ao3...#the Mental Trials and Tribulations are grueling this summer think I'd like to be placed in a coma now thnx #erin explains it all

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lucindarobinsonvevo · 2 years

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i do think david is an interesting character, but he’s only interesting once you strip away the show’s good guy doctor david persona. I dont find engaging with him on the show’s level to be fun because i think it’s a carefully crafted lie. the idea that david and aaron are the perfect gay representation couple is not interesting to me. but examining david for who is really is, i do find to be interesting even if it looks like im just hating.

like. david hasn’t bonded with isla the way that aaron and nic have because (at least I think) he’s still pressed about having to share her with nic when he wanted his perfect picket fence life with aaron. that’s interesting! To have a character who has everything he ever wanted but not able to enjoy any of it is an interesting premise. David straight up admits that medicine wasn’t his passion, he just went into it because that’s what he thought he should do to make some imaginary father proud. that’s interesting, especially since he doesn’t seem to have any hobbies or close relationships other than aaron to fall back on. what are david’s interests? We...don’t really know. At least, I can’t think of any. Aaron has interests. He’s a gym rat. He like business, he likes management, he likes social media, he likes being a father. What does David like?

He has a twin brother and a father who adore him, but who he only likes as concepts. that’s also interesting! it’s an interesting way for someone to see the world and the people who inhabit it. he wants paul’s love and emotional support, but he never wants to give it in return. Paul would raze the earth for David as he would any of his kids but David will never return that energy. Leo literally supported David’s dreams and protected him his whole life but if he dares put a toe out of line with what david thinks he should do than he comes down on him like a sack of bricks. I think it’s fascinating how when Britney died, David assumed control of Leo and his life and his child but it was Nic who was actually able to connect with him and help him begin to process his grief through understanding rather than control. The only times he seeks paul out are when he wants something, usually emotional support in a situation he can’t seek it elsewhere.

He doesn’t respect Paul enough to even tell him he’s going to see Robert in prison. Doesn’t care enough to try and talk that out with his father because it would be a roadblock into achieving what HE wants. Certainly doesn’t think to call his sister, who Robert tried to murder. He doesn’t okay any of it with any of robert’s actual victims because their pain is a burden to his paper. and once he got robert’s kidney when has he gone to see him after the first time? never. heartfelt thanks then never sees him again. Imagine being Robert, imagine how that must feel. Imagine having someone fight so hard to come and see you and then promptly discarding you when you’re not useful anymore. Because that’s sure what it looks like! Not writing the paper anymore, no more visits to Robert. Got the kidney? No need to visit Robert. Robert is a bad person who did bad things, of course he is not entitled to David’s time but does that really jive with the narrative of David being a loving, kind person? Of course not. Robert was means to an end, but because it’s Robert, evil guy Robert, it’s not an issue.

and that’s not even getting into him saying practically outright he doesn’t consider Harlow a person after he gave her a seriously unprofessional diagnosis of something she clearly didn’t have. During the Hamish saga I believe it was Kraina (iirc -- I was a mere lurker at this time i remember because it stood out to me then and it still rings true now) tweeted that whatever happened to Tyler as a result of Hamish being invited into his life was David’s fault. She was so right about that. what happened to Tyler? Oh, his life was ruined, he went to jail for a crime he didn’t commit and nearly lost his girlfriend. Piper nearly died! But his choice to go behind everyone’s back and invite Hamish into their lives because he had a good experience with Paul is not factored into that story. It should absolutely be!

david is billed as a strong person, but he crumples as soon as any pressure is applied to him. he lashes out indiscriminately, at his husband and at his friends and his family. lately, he doesnt seem to have the emotional toolkit to deal with stress. which is another interesting character trait that we never see explored. he judges harshly when people do what he does which is hypocritical, but interesting.

Even his relationship with Aaron is more interesting when viewed through this lens because Aaron has slowly been losing his actual personality and been amalgamated into David’s. Like what’s the last ACTUAL aaron storyline you remember? A storyline about Aaron that’s not also about David. David’s is Riverbend. What’s Aarons? is that not interesting? watching two people become enmeshed while the dominant personality leads? I liked Aaron because he was a vapid douche but he’s lost the edges of his character to fit in more nicely with david who has only been gaining edges recently. I do believe that David loves Aaron. I think Aaron might be the only person he loves. If this was actually criticized by the narrative of neighbours, wouldn’t that be interesting? David building his white picket fence life through any means needed? I mean, he and Aaron practically tried to steal Elly’s baby. is that not something worth examining?

I know that it seems like im just being a hater but im not. I don’t like david. I find him to be unpleasant and i dont like the way he treated harlow - a vulnerable young woman in desperate need of help - especially. but I really do find him interesting. Really interesting but only if you look at him objectively without believing what the show tells you. who is David Tanaka when you strip him of his finely crafted veneer of being a good person? A manipulative, cold man trapped in a life he doesn’t enjoy, raising a baby with a woman he doesn’t like with parents he isn’t close to and a brother who wont conform to his narrow ideals. that’s interesting. I don’t like David because of the show’s presentation of him as a nice guy, but riverbend could almost have fixed this by lingering longer on David’s evil kidney moments. like letting Kyle (who hit him with a car) choke. Letting Garreth die for what he did to Aaron. those are moment where I think we see the real David shine through. I wish there was time for that to be fully realized. I wish the writers cared too.

#neighbourspost #this post is not anti david btw #ive made plenty of anti-david posts in my time but this is not one of them #this is a lament of wasted potential. i could possibly be convinced to like david if he was just unpleasant #because i like unpleasant characters. i liked harlow more when she was 'bad'#i love robert robinson who is possibly one of the worst and most unpleasant people to grace ramsey st #but david doesn't feel that way too me because of how distorted his actions are by the narrative #i hate being told what to feel about objectively bad choices by the story #i hate that he never gets held acocuntable the same way paul and leo perpetually are #but me not liking a character doesnt mean that they dont have merit or that other people cant enjoy them.#if you are a david enjoyer dont let me stop you lol #neighbours is about making it into what you enjoy #long post/

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