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Hey any artist friends in/around San Diego! There’s a first year con happening next month called fandoms unite and they still have some artist alley tables open 💃💃💃
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#We’ll take a car 🚗 a bike 🚲 a boat 🚤 and even a rocket 🚀 to get to the autumnal lands of September that will surely be filled with cozy comf#remarkist#remarkistapp#speakyourfandom#fandomwonderland#watchparty#watchparties#barbiemovie#barbieland#barbieandken#americaferrera#autumniscoming#september2023#fandomedits#barbiefanart#fandomart#fandom#fandoms#fandomsunite#barbiegram
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Well said Picard! #starwars #startrek #narnia #lordoftherings #theonering #fandomsunite https://www.instagram.com/p/Co-dsZAvoeC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I came from twitter to tumblr after the recent bullshit elon did
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Hii! I saw your requests for opla are open and wanted to ask if you would maybe do something really sweet and wholesome and fluffy, like cuddles or hugs, for being in an established relationship with luffy, please ^^ If you do thank you so much! but you don't have to if it's a problem
His Love Language
Characters: Luffy x Fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the reqs 🏴☠️
Warning: none :)
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Luffy was a really affectionate person. Anyone who’s had a conversation with him for more than 10 minutes can tell that he’s the physical type. It was how he showed his love to people. To you.
He wasn’t the best at declarations of love or stuff like that, so he showed it in ways that he knew best. After a long, hard day of work, he’ll give you a hug and rub your head to ease the headache.
He’d massage your shoulders and carried you places because your feet were screaming in pain.
Physical affection with acts of service.
Luffy was always touching you, no matter the time or place, he just always was. It was a constant, predictable as the sun coming up each morning.
You’d wake up yo him peppering your face with soft kisses, and throughout the day he’d be holding your hand. Depending on how crowded whatever area you two are in, his grip is loose or tight. But regardless it's always there.
Luffy, while being oblivious to most things, understood how you felt about PDA and did his absolute best not to be too touchy with you around other people. Knowing how uncomfortable it could be for you.
But he still insisted on touching the small of your back when you both are walking or running his hand through your hair when you two are laying down.
One day, you were sitting on the bed, going over some maps Nami asked you to look over. You heard the bedroom door opening and before you knew it Luffy was laying on top of you. His head fitted in the crock of your shoulder.
You weren’t even surprised at this.
“Can you shift a bit over so I can continue reading my maps?” You asked.
“Nope!” Luffy responded, popping the p. “I need to recharge and you need to break. I left in the morning and came back near evening and you are still reading those maps.”
He’s always doing this too. Deciding to just lay on you when you overworked too much. He flipped your bodies so he was laying on his back and you were on his chest. He’ll hold you close to him and just laid there for a while, in peaceful silence.
Eventually, you’d fall asleep and Luffy was always right behind you.
It’s the same for him too. Giving him compliments and doing stuff for him was fine, but you watched as he melted right into your hold when you opened your arms to him.
If you two weren’t doing anything, he’d take your hand and placed it on his head. The question, though silent, was clear. You began to absentmindedly rub his head. Dragging your fingers along his scalp.
He loved when you’d touch his face too. In the beginning you were fascinated with his stretching ability. You never stretched his cheeks that far even though he insisted that it doesn’t hurt. He loved it when you’ll trace your fingers over the palm of his hands.
His loving language was physical affection, and it was yours too.
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Hands Off | Ch 3: Alchemy
(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)
gif by @fandomsunited (not sure why that didn't persist in my final edit but I posted this late last night sorry about that)
STORY MASTERLIST | STEVE MASTERLIST | PREV | NEXT
Summary: Steve’s loved hearing about you from Bucky. He doesn’t want anything to derail the progress his best friend has made toward being a whole person again, which is why he’s going to use every ounce of his slowly-deteriorating willpower to resist touching you, tasting you, taking you. After all, he’s just met you, and his own integrity, not to mention Bucky’s trust, is important to him.
Neither of you are prepared for the catch.
Length | Warnings: 2,772 | Sex
Fill: Adoptable ‘Pheremones’ from @allcapsbingo
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Alchemy
Electricity. The second your leg touches Steve’s hand, you feel a jolt of searing need that flashes across every inch of your exposed skin. The tiny amount of self-discipline you’d been clinging to has completely evaporated.
You’d already been reaching for him when Steve had started sliding his heated hand up your leg, leaving eddies of anticipation in its wake. The way you beg out his name sounds overeager even to your own ears.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, the words rough and reluctant.
“Absolutely not.” You curl your fingers around his wrist and pull his fisted hand up to kiss his knuckles. Even your lips feel swollen and sensitive, something that’s enhanced when Steve’s hand flexes after your kiss to press his thumb against them.
Both of you make noises in the dark at that.
“I shouldn’t listen to you,” Steve whispers hoarsely, snatching his hand away.
You feel desperate and empty. “It feels like I’ll die if you don’t touch me,” you plead. “I thought you were a hero, Steve Rogers!”
There’s a loud sound behind your head that can only be Steve slamming his hand flat on the headboard, and then his lips are sucking a groaning kiss onto your shoulder as one hand drags away your loosened bra. His frantic need touches up a sharp stab of fear that’s oddly erotic, but it’s the way his knee presses up between your legs to spread them that undoes you. You grab a handful of his shirt to anchor yourself right as he tears your flimsy lace panties off.
“I can’t see y-- I need you to--” he blurts out haltingly, hand gripping your hip so hard it’s definitely going to bruise. You want it to.
“What is it?”
Steve quests for you in the dark, forearm grazing your nipple deliciously on his way to taking your hand and placing it on his bicep. “I need to hear or feel that you’re with me, or I’ll never--”
As soon as he says the word ‘feel,’ you reach for him, pulling at his tank top, stroking his hip with your leg, tugging, begging, pleading.
“I hear you, I’m here, I--” he mutters, meaning you’d been saying those things out loud, but then you find each other, and he lances into you. The pure pleasure and relief is enough to take your breath away. “Oh,” Steve breathes into your hair, holding still.
You feel both pierced and enclosed, surrounded by this man you’ve heard and cared about by proxy over the past few months. The sensual heat of his body against and inside is filling you more than you were prepared for, as though the intimacy itself has healing properties.
Then, Steve moves his hips.
“Oh my God don’t you ever fucking stop!” you gasp out, moving to meet him when he rocks back in.
“I don’t think I can,” he says brokenly. The way he sucks in a breath as your rhythm matches his sends sparks of pleasure from every place you’re touching. “This is--”
“Ruinous?” you ask, deliberately angling your hips and tightening your inner walls around him. It’s rewarding as fuck, literally, because Steve Rogers grunts out his approval and speeds up, slamming into you with glorious fervor. All you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride, the fleeting thought passing through that you really wish you could see his face.
There’s reward in the clench and release of his muscles under your hands, in the noises he’s making, but then he shifts his weight and cups your face with one hand, his thumb caressing its way over to press on your lips again. You’d loved that the first time, but you aren’t ready for Steve to lean his head a breath away from his own thumb, almost kissing it, his other hand holding your hip possessively.
The tenderness of his gesture during such a frenzy rips away the secret armor around your heart before you realize it’s happening-- because this is the very last barrier he has, the only part of himself he’s holding back.
Kisses are for lovers, and he’s being a hero.
After a thought like that, everywhere you can think to put your hands feels like trespassing, even though he’s fucking you into the mattress. There’s no comfort you can give this man, but you can show him that you’re an eager participant, that you’re not merely enduring this, but enjoying it, actively. You roll your hips with every thrust, stroking your hand along his bicep instead of his face like you want to.
It’s obvious that it feels as good to him as it does for you, because Steve’s response is to huff a heated, grateful moan against his own thumb, his other fingers curling in pleasure on your face. You hum in appreciation, forgetting the way the sound will resonate on his thumb and his lips.
Steve licks his lips, and the brush of his tongue is napalm-sweet, destructive and delicious. You throw your head back and clench yourself around him as you arch up, hands sinking into his hair despite your determination not to. His response is to groan low and deep, sinking his face into the pillow beside you. You catch your breath when he runs his free hand along your leg, his hips stuttering with his lost concentration.
That’s heady enough, and you can feel a catastrophic orgasm on the horizon-- but then he keeps moving his hand, stroking and searching until he’s pulling your hand from his hair and slamming it down beside your head. Then Steve sucks in a breath, clasps your hands together and comes.
He comes, like it was a surprise, like the act of holding your hand was enough out of all the filthy, sensual, glorious things you’ve been doing together. Like Mistress wasn’t enough, like the room smelling like the musk of arousal wasn’t enough, but a palm to palm connection with you sent him over the edge.
Every second of his agony is almost as intense for you as it clearly is for him. The weight of what’s just happened floods your eyes with tears that you know Steve wouldn’t understand if he could see them. That’s reinforced when, after going limp on top of you for a few seconds, he moves to rest on the mattress beside you. The fingers he’d been brutalizing your hip with smoothe a caress over to your stomach… but he doesn’t let go of your other hand.
Lifting Thor’s hammer couldn’t have made you feel more worthy.
After a moment, the hand on your stomach starts to slide down, thank God.
“Do you want--” Steve asks, and there’s enough Mistress in your system that your body answers for you. His deep chuckle sounds relieved rather than mocking to your overstimulated ears, but mostly you just chase his twisting fingers with your hips as you whisper barely-respectable encouragement.
It doesn’t take long for the tide of onrushing pleasure to start cresting for you, and you devolve into gasps and sighs that grow more desperate the closer you get to coming. Steve’s been making little encouragement noises that have barely registered for you because, whether he realizes it or not, he’s also been squeezing your joined hands in rhythm with his other hand’s movement.
There’s something hot as hell about that, for some reason, but trying not to squeeze with him has drawn out your pleasure in wonderful and frustrating ways. You’re scared you’ll remind him that you’re holding hands, and he’ll stop-- but then Steve does something with his hand, something that only works if you’re strong and your hand is large, and you arch up, babble something incoherent, and squeeze the hell out of his hand.
“Ahhh!” Steve says, hand shifting so he can press his thumb in a warm sweep against the very center of your palm-- and that’s it, you’re destroyed for anyone else, forever. As you writhe in the throes of the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced, the thought that no other man’s going to play with your clit and your palm at the same time occurs to you, but there’s nothing you can do about that now.
You black out.
When you wake up, you recognize the clinical setting of a hospital room, and the huge, terrified breath you suck in alerts multiple people to the fact that you’re awake.
“You’re okay, Dee, you’re fine, you made it,” Bucky says from somewhere in the room. The light is too bright, his voice is too loud, and you let out a sound of distress that sounds so much like a sex noise you swear out loud. “There she is!” your asshole best friend crows. Only then does he look over at you enough to realize what’s going on. “Light too bright?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, noting that there’s an actual IV in your arm, when you go to cover your ears. “Everything’s too much. Light, sound…”
Blessedly, someone flips a switch, and most of the lights in the room go out.
“I’ll mark that down,” a woman’s voice says softly. She’s wearing a white coat and an ID badge, but the badge is turned toward her chest, and the coat is covering what look like regular clothes, not scrubs.
“Whose insurance is this under?” you ask, suddenly uneasy. You’ve been uninsured for a while, ever since stepping away from your day job to work ‘full time’ as a vocalist. In reality, you’ve swapped to doing charity work in exchange for a small apartment above their office, with fewer hours, but the result is the same.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Miss--”
“Stark’s mistake, Stark’s funds,” Bucky interrupts. His voice is loud enough that it takes your muddled brain a little while to understand what he means. Your expression must look pained, because when he speaks again, it’s much quieter. “Can we have a few minutes?”
“That depends,” the doctor/nurse/indiscriminate medical professional says, sliding her glasses down her nose to address her next question to you. “Do you feel any residual effects of your exposure?”
Sure you do. You’re shaken to your core, literally and figuratively. Your concept of heroes has been drastically changed.
You’ll never feel satisfied with sex ever again.
But that’s not what this woman is asking.
“No, I--I pretty much feel like myself.”
“Took you a minute,” Bucky mutters.
“Answering a medical question right away just makes doctors dubious,” you sniff.
“Quite right,” the woman says, sliding her glasses back up. “Three minutes.”
She’s already walking out the door when Bucky chases after her, hissing, “I won’t be done talking shit in three minutes!” You’re grateful he’d done that instead of yelling, because everything is intense right now.
“You’re never done talking shit,” you point out, holding up your arm. “So, I needed an IV? Please tell me it wasn’t for fluids.”
Bucky starts coughing. “Shit, I thought I’d have to wait a month before I could make jokes!”
“Oh, you do. I don’t.” You grin at him.
“Got it,” he says, clearly suppressing a smile. The expression shifts, and Bucky says, “You're in the tower infirmary. Steve says he’ll clear out if you want to visit the apartment. I told him you’d probably never set foot in there again.” He looks over at the window, obviously uncomfortable, so he doesn’t catch your stricken expression. Steve had done everything possible to treat you with respect. You don’t want him to think you’d be that… flippant about everything, at least, not with him.
“He knows you didn’t talk to me first before you said that, right?” You wonder if Steve needed an IV at all or if his healing factor meant he was fine by the time the two of you were rescued.
You also wonder how long he held your hand, after you passed out-- but shove the thought away.
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind. How did I end up here?”
Bucky walks over and seems intensely interested in the IV bag, avoiding your eyes.
“You didn’t break in, did you? Steve says there was some kind of toxic gas that would get released if we broke the door barrier dow--”
“I did not break into my apartment, no,” he says over the rest of your sentence.
“Okay, you are not subtle, which tells me you want me to know that you broke in somewhere,” you say, your scattered mind bumping into some conclusions you can’t quite bring into focus. The only one you can get a grasp on makes you frown and reach for him. “You felt helpless, didn’t you?”
Bucky squeezes your hand for a second, and you tighten your grip when he goes to pull free. The signals he’s sending are clear, but now is not the time. You yank at his hand to make him look at you, and tune the dial back to levity.
“Hey, at least one thing went right, right? You’re in a new shirt!”
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, tensing up.
“Woah, there. Do what?” you ask. Bucky’s pulling at his hand again, and you look down in time to see that there’s some blood on it, before he uses his superior strength to get free, the thing he’d avoided doing before. “Gig’s up, Buck. What did you do?”
His lips twist to the side like he’s five years old and you’ve caught him stealing cookies. “I reassigned some priorities.”
“How does that put blood on your hand? Is it yours?”
An alarm starts going off in the room. It’s too loud, oppressively so, enough that all you can focus on is blocking it out.
Two awful minutes later, the sound stops, and you emerge from your pillow refuge to see that Bucky’s nowhere to be found. The white-coated woman from before is now tapping away at the machine next to your IV pole.
“Your blood pressure rose very quickly,” she says, frowning.
“Okay, you know what? Your blood pressure would rise too if you’d had that conversation, so how about you tell me when I can get out of here, and in return, I won’t rip this IV out and make that decision for both of us?”
You very much need to go home and start the process of forgetting what it feels like to hold hands with Steve Rogers, because that’s the part that’s fucking you up. It feels dangerous.
Disapproval is wafting off of this nurse/caretaker/doctor person, but she nods, pulling an envelope from the pocket of her coat to hand you. “I can remove the IV now, but as for release, give me a half hour? Yours was one in a long line of disturbances today.”
You spend the whole IV removal affronted by the characterization of what happened to you as a ‘disturbance,’ until you realize that was her goal. It had kept you quiet and still as you seethed.
You stew on that while you open the envelope, but the letter inside makes you forget all of that.
Hey, Chickadee. Tony Stark here.
Good news! There is zero surveillance footage of your presence in the tower today. I snatched snagged a few images you might be interested to see, though. Please don’t sell them for money.
Your phone data should be copied over to the new model I took the liberty of picking out for you by the time they let you leave. I know this makes me a dick jerk, but I take the safety of my teammates very seriously, and you’ve done wonders for that, so it’s the least I can do.
For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about my part in what happened today. I fucked screwed messed up, and I’m writing this on some serious pain meds. I owe you some favors, is what I’m saying, and the phone is only the first of them.
I’m fine, by the way.
Just fine.
Stark
You’re pretty sure he wrote this himself with zero oversight, and though you probably should be offended by the insensitivity, the letter is pretty ballsy and hilarious, which is on brand, really. Bucky had implied that Steve’s accident with Mistress was Stark’s fault, and if that’s true, you have some questions, but right now you’re so shaken by the effect that you don’t have time to contemplate the cause. Inside the envelope is a second envelope, and inside that is two pictures.
One is a picture of Tony Stark with a black eye.
The other is a picture of Steve Rogers with a black eye.
Next chapter...
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Hi friends!!! Im editing the next chapter of Funny Seeing You Here as we speak and will be posting within the hour!!!!
Once again, a gentle reminder that this chapter will be really heavy and going into the pasts of the reader & eddie!
(im sorry for ghosting again)
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A Little Hello Note For My First Post...
I was always a dreamer.
I was the one who looked out the window and wondered and read a book in the corner and fell for the fictional characters and the worlds they lived in.
I was the one who’s voice was caught in her throat; who couldn’t speak or give an opinion because I was too afraid of not being accepted for me. Here, I can speak my mind. Here, I can be the girl at the window, without reservations.
But this blog isn’t for me; it’s for all the others who looked to the sky, for all those who’ve fallen in love with the description of a fictional character, for all those who wished to go to Camp Half-Blood, to Hogwarts, to Camp Jupiter, to the Avengers Tower, to the Dupen-Chang bakery in Paris, to Panem, (well, no, maybe not Panem, come to think of it…).
From the girl with her head in the clouds to her fellow cloud-dwellers, is this blog, where maybe I can help you escape to your dreams for a moment.
I’ll write stories, I’ll raise awareness, I’ll tell you my dream and you can tell me yours, so that maybe someday they’ll come true, because the future belongs to us who dream, and dream with a vengeance!
To the people with their noses in a book, their heads in the stars, their minds in another world…this is for you.
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